A VISION OF MONTGOMERY PLACE.
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"A woman in a sheet, that looks A statue, as she stands,And proffers you a knotted scourge From softly folded hands."
"Pass hence, pale shade! dost take me for A Haynau? By the RoodI never flogged a woman yet, And know not if I could."
With fixed regard, with rigid lip, Replies the penitent:"I was the saucy 'Commonwealth'— Oh! help me to repent.
"Behind my embrasure well-braced, With every chance to hit,I made your banner, waving wide, A mark for wayward wit.
"'Twas now my turn to walk the street, In dangerous singleness,And run, as bravely as I might, The gauntlet of the press.
