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The people rise up in their might, Firm in their deep vexation,Unarmed call on the Sheriff for Good bonds or resignation.This was their right,—their legal right,— No one will dare deny it;And almost hopeless, as they were, They still resolved to try it.
We said they went unarmed, this host Of prudent, cool chastisers;But we admit they thouht to use A board called "Supervisors."This board was old and somewhat frail; A fact, they had forgotten'T was almost black—perhaps with age— In truth, they found it rotten.
Ere they could seize and try its strength,— Oh! wonder never ceases'—Or strike with it one sturdy blow, The whole thing went to pieces.So far it flew, both East and West, Upon the winds of winter,
