APOLOGY
To the 'chivalrous sons of the South,' for the formation of the Ladies' Anti-Slavery Society, in C*****d, N. H.
Most chivalrous gentlemen—pardon us, pray,
And pity our present condition—
The lady fanatics have carried the day,
And openly preach Abolition!
The petticoat-plotters, with might and with main,
Are tearing the bonds of the Union in twain!
We knew, to our sorrow, that over their tea,
These ladies, for months, had been brewing
A plot to dismember the Union, and free
Your slaves, to their positive ruin:
But who would have dreamed that they ever would dare,
In the face of New Hampshire, their purpose declare!
Oh, where had the fear of the P*****t gone
From the eyes of these turbulent ladies?
And where Parson F**k's indignation and scorn
Which overwhelmed all, when he made his
