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chivalrous gentlemen—pardon us, pray, And pity our present condition— The lady fanatics have carried the day, And openly preach Abolition! The petticoat-plotters, with might and with main, Are tearing the bonds of the Union in twain!

We knew, to our sorrow, that over their tea, These ladies, for months, had been brewing A plot to dismember the Union, and free Your slaves, to their positive ruin: But who would have dreamed that they ever would dare, In the face of New Hampshire, their purpose declare!

Oh, where had the fear of the P*****t gone From the eyes of these turbulent ladies? And where Parson F**k's indignation and scorn Which overwhelmed all, when he made his