A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE. JOHN BULL, Esquire, my jo John, When we were first acquent, You acted very much as now You 're aye the same fierce beast to me, John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, We've had with one another. Now must we fight again, John? And God will help the honest heart, John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, A century has gone by, Since you called me your slave, John, Since I at you let fly. You want to fight it out again That war of waste and woe; You'll find me much the same old coon, John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, Nor scorn your ancient foe; 333 53 TO ENGLISHMEN. For I've seen weaker days than this, John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, If you want peace, peace let it be! TO ENGLISHMEN. BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. You flung your taunt across the wave, Well knowing that the fettered slave You scoffed our plea. "Mere lack of will, We struck at Slavery; to the verge Of power and means we checked it; But yesterday you scarce could shake, Our Northern palms for conscience' sake: To-day you clasp the hands that ache O Englishmen !— in hope and creed, "Thicker than water," in one rill Our Saxon blood has flowed, and still Joint heirs and kinfolk, leagues of wave Our very sins and follies teach Our kindred frail and human : We carp at faults with bitter speech, The while for one unshared by each We have a score in common. We bow the heart, if not the knee, To England's Queen, God bless her! We praised you when your slaves went free: We seek to unchain ours. Will ye Join hands with the oppressor? And is it Christian England cheers And must she run, despite the tears THE “TIMES" ON AMERICAN AFFAIRS. 55 O black disgrace! O shame and loss Tear from your flag its holy cross, The pirate's skull-bone blazon! JOHN BULL Vos a-valkin' his parlor von day, - vell, Hand these vos the tidins this news it did tell, John Bull, slyly vinkin', then said hunto me: "'Is long-legged boots hat my 'ed 'e 'as 'urled, "I knows Jefferson D. is a rascally chap, "I cares for the blacks not a drat more nor ee, Though on principle I goes for settin' 'em free; But hinterest, my cove, we must look hafter now, So spoke Johnny Bull, so ee spake hunto me, Who, very much pleased, rubbed 'is 'ands in 'is joy, Hand exclaimed: "You 're the man for my money, old boy. "Go in, Johnny Times! I will feather your nest; So I pitched hinto Doodle like a thousan' of brick, - on tick, But John Bull is almighty, he'll see I am paid, PART SECOND. So Bull ee vent hin the blockade for to bust ; The Christians they cried, and the sinners they cuss'd; There vos blowin', and blusterin', and mighty parade, And hall to get ready to break the blockade. Ven hall hof a sudden it come in the 'ed "There 'is cotton in Hingy, Peru, and Assam, So he sent not 'is vessel hacross the broad sea, |