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“I'll hear no more," Dame Fortune cried,
And rolled off on her wheel;
A triple share of weal.
“Happy the man who has one friend,
And thóu own'st thou hast three.”
I meant not to tax thee,
"Or count my friends, the many friends
I love, and who love me;
My books were read by three."
ROMA, CAPITALE D'ITALIA.
Louis Nap, I 've heard say, 's the main spring that makes go
CASA CARTONI AI CAVALLEGGIERI, LEGHORN, Dec. 24, 1861.
*Two hundred men and eighteen killed
For want of a second door!
Had cost one penny more.
And what is it else makes England great,
At home, by land, by sea, But her cheap coal, and eye's tail turned
Toward strict economy?
But if a slate falls off the roof
And kills a passer-by,
Makes some half-dead man die,
* At ten o'clock on the morning of Thursday, January 16, 1862, the great iron beam of the steam - engine which worked the pumps of the Hester coal pit near Hartley in Northumberland, snapped across, and a portion of the beam, 40 tons in weight, fell into the shaft, tearing away the boarded lining so that the earthy sides collapsed and fell in, filling up the shaft in such a manner as not only, to cut off all communication between the interior of the pit and the outer world, but entirely to obstruct all passage of pure air into, and of foul air out of, the pit. All the persons who were at work below at the time, two hundred and eighteen in number, were of course suffocated, nor was it until the seventh day after the accident that access could be had to the interior of the pit, or anything,
For, God be praised! the chance is small
That either you or I Should come, for want of a second door,
In a coal pit to die.
Besides, 'twould cost a thousand times
As much, or something more, To make to every pit of coal
A second, or safety door,
As all the shrouds and coffins cost
For those who perish now For want of a second door, and that is
No trifle, you 'll allow;
beyond the mere fact of their entombment, ascertained concerning the helpless and unfortunate victims of that 'auri sacra fames' which so generally, so heartlessly, so pertinaciously refuses the poor workers in the coal mines of England, even the sad resource of a second staple or air shaft. See the Illustrated London News of Jan. 25, and Febr. 1, 1862.
And trade must live, though now and then
A man or two may die;
And long live you and I;
And, Jenny, let each widow have
A cup of congo strong, And every orphan half a cup,
And so I end my song,
With prayer to God to keep coal cheap,
Both cheap and plenty too,
What is it to me or you?
For though we 're mortal too, no doubt,
And Death for us his sithe
We ever die of stithe.
And if we do, our gracious Queen
Will, sure, a telegram send,
And our untimely end;
And out of her own privy purse
A sovereign down will pay, To have us decently interred
And put out of the way;
And burial service shall for us
In the churchyard be read, And more bells rung and more hymns sung
Than if we had died in bed;
For such an accident as this
May never occur again,
For pumps, air, coal, and men;
And should it occur which God forbid !
And stifle every soul,
Not one whit worse the coal.
Casa CARTONI AI CAVALLEGGIERI, LEGHORN, Febr. 25, 1862.
WHEN I was young I had so much of life,
And play our double part out to the end.