Owe! woman, woman, how sweet you be,
When you're dressed up to kill,
I hope the time ile never see,
When man's place you all fill.
Take the advice of one which knows,
& try to shun the evil,
To see a woman in man's close
Looks wusser nor the d---l.
Which is the opinion of your humbley sarvent,
HIRAM GREEN, ESQ.,
_Lait Gustise of the Peece._
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FRESH FROM THE FLOWERY KINGDOM.
The world is justly indignant at the accounts of the Chinese massacres
of the missionaries who have perilled their lives in going so far to
teach them Christianity. Recently, for example, a young lady teacher
from Boston was so terribly stoned by some of the unregenerate little
pig-tailed fiends in Canton, that she died the next day. It is dreadful
to think how savage the instincts of the heathen are.
P.S.--Since the above was set up in type, MR. PUNCHINELLO has learned
that the Canton in which this occurrence took place is not in China, but
is a thriving village in Norfolk county, Massachusetts, about eighteen
miles from Boston, and that the assailants were consequently not
pig-tailed heathen, but genuine Christian children, who, in a few years,
will belong to the cultivated voters of Massachusetts. This action,
consequently, was not dictated by unregenerate barbarism, but was
intended simply as a protest (rough, we confess, but effectual, we
trust) against these new-fangled ideas of women's rights.
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