The Vision of Famine.
Part Second.

In bright effulgence rose the summer sun, upon the1
                        
                        Natal morn of Albion’s lovely Queen !  as round the2
                        
                        Palace walls the minstrels thronged, to hail the day’s3
                        
                        Return with mirth and melody ;  and many a flattering4
                        
                        Lay was warbled forth to greet her ear, by hireling5
                        
                        Sycophants, whose soft-toned voices were attuned to6
                        
                        Courtly adulation, and in whose hearts there dwelt7
                        
                        No sympathy with what the tongues were uttering.8
                        
                        But soon the scene was changed !  And now we9
                        
                        Enter by the Royal gate, where all is bustle, as the10
                        
                        Incongruous mass are pressing to the Hall of Audience.11
                        
                        There, on her darling throne, in Regal pomp, the 
monarch12
                        
                        monarch12
Sat, in robes of rich magnificence. With stedfast gaze13
                        
                        She eyed the gathering crowd, while on each side, in14
                        
                        All the gewgaw glitter of their office, stood her 
counsellors,15
                        
                        counsellors,15
In moody silence. Oh, gracious heaven !  it was a sick-
ening16
                        
                        ening16
Sight, a mark the woe-worn, haggard looks of that un-
seemly17
                        
                        seemly17
Throng !  Onward they came, to prove the perfidy of18
                        
                        Reckless legislation, which, like a blighting19
                        
                        Pestilence, had filled. with hungry ruin, wrecthedness,20
                        
                        And death, their humble dwellings. At length the Queen21
                        
                        Arose !  whose restless eye, pale cheek, and trembling lip,22
                        
                        Told that her thoughts were busy with the scene. Her23
                        
                        Heart was young and guiltless, uncorrupted by the sordid24
                        
                        Artifice of selfish knavery, which marked the unmoved25
                        
                        Features of her suite. Each generous feeling of her26
                        
                        Soul, in spotless purity, proclaimed that though a27
                        
                        Queen, she felt the ardent virtuous sympathies which28
                        
                        Warm a woman’s bosom !  She raised her hand, whose29
                        
                        Gentle motion hushed the assembly into instant silence.30
                        
                        Each eye was fixed upon her form, in deep intensity,31
                        
                        When thus the Sovereign spoke :—32
                        Queen.
Tis well that ye have answered our33
                        
                        Command with prompt obedience. Now, choose34
                        
                        Ye one whose duty it shall be to certify if ye35
                        
                        Have suffered aught of injury or wrong. Let him36
                        
                        Advance, and fearlessly assert the truth; he shall37
                        
                        Have a patient hearing, be it to the praise or censure38
                        
                        Of the government or throne.39
                        
                        One moment’s consultation, and ’twas done, full in40
                        
                        The front of all, with steady step, an aged man41
                        
                        Appeared ;  his form was bent with ill-requited toil,42
                        
                        But on his brow was writ, in many a furrowed line,43
                        
                        An honest Artizan. He raised his eyes, sparkling with44
                        
                        Conscious worth, and thus began:45
                        Artizan.
I thank your Majesty, that ye have deigned46
                        
                        To listen to a poor untutored man—unskilled in all, save47
                        
                        What adversity hath taught; and though her salutary 
lesson48
                        
                        lesson48
She imparts with accent rude, ’tis counsel worthy of49
                        
                        Remembrance. I lived full three score years upon50
                        
                        My native soil, ’mid pain and penury, and spent my51
                        
                        Manhood’s strength to gain a crust of bread, which lords52
                        
                        And priests, with devilish ingenuity, have taxed to gorge53
                        
                        Their carcasses with savoury venison. Yes, they have 
taxed,54
                        
                        taxed,54
With heaven-defying hand, toil’s hungry stomach, where 
the55
                        
                        the55
Knowing fiend now whispers the subversion of thy throne.56
                        
                        While indolence is fed with every luxury, the poor—the 
labouring57
                        
                        labouring57
Poor is starved—robbed of the bounty of their God by 
titled58
                        
                        titled58
Traitors, who have squandered and abused my country’s  
energies ;59
                        
                        energies ;59
Whose dark and fathomless iniquity now threatens, with60
                        
                        O’erwhelming sweep, to lay my native land in prostrate 
ruin.61
                        
                        ruin.61
Is not the senate house, the sacred temple of my country’s62
                        
                        Liberties, converted to a den of thieves, where wealth63
                        
                        Alone is worshipped on his golden altar, sprinkled with64
                        
                        The tears and blood of labouring millions, wrung by the 
laws,65
                        
                        laws,65
O’er which we’ve no control, yet must obey ?66
                        
                        Laws made in violation and contempt of truth and 
justice ;67
                        
                        justice ;67
Laws made by the few, who trample neath their feet the68
                        
                        Sacred precept of the Son of God,  “ That ye do unto 
others69
                        
                        others69
As ye would they’d do to you.” And when the millions70
                        
                        Raise their voice tu seek redress, these Christian rulers of71
                        
                        The land have sent their paid avengers forth to drench72
                        
                        Their sabres in their blood, and fill the loathsome dungeon73
                        
                        With the good and brave; too virtuous to be bought—too74
                        
                        Fearless to be made their silent slaves !75
                        Councillor.
He lies !  the impious varlet lies76
                        
                        In presence of your. majesty. If they have felt77
                        
                        Discomfort, ’tis but the offspring of their ignorant78
                        
                        Improvidence. Go work: be sober and contented with79
                        
                        The wise allotment of o’erruling providence.80
                        Artizan.
Your majesty, as I shall swear at the throne81
                        
                        On high, I speak the truth, which yonder tyrant and82
                        
                        Blasphemer would confound with Heaven’s o’erflowing 
mercy.83
                        
                        mercy.83
Well may’st thou shrink to own the black unholy 
catalogue84
                        
                        catalogue84
Of crime which your confederacy have wrought. Bear 
witness of its85
                        
                        
                        witness of its85
Truth, ye starving millions, in your hovel homes, where86
                        
                        All ye hold most dear on earth are famishing.87
                        
                        Bear witness, Bastile bread-tax, Whiggery, with iron 
heart,88
                        
                        heart,88
And hide in everlasting shame thy hydra head,89
                        
                        Have not your famine laws and cruel barbarity o’erspread90
                        
                        The land, and made the poor man’s home worse than91
                        
                        The kennel for your hounds ?— Have ye not filled the poor92
                        
                        With anguish and despair, and goaded them to frenzied 
madness ?93
                        
                        madness ?93
For ye are mighty in the deadly strife, and court the 
onset of94
                        
                        onset of94
The untaught hungry mass, to glut with carnage terrible95
                        
                        The despot’s ire. Stand not the people on the brink of96
                        
                        Insurrection ?— war’s dread archangel, with his blood-red 
flag of conflagration ;97
                        
                        flag of conflagration ;97
Have not your cities been in flames, lit by the Rebel or98
                        
                        The Spy ?— have not the sullen crowd stood by with99
                        
                        Cold indifference, watching the bursting flames leaping100
                        
                        From house to house, devouring, fierce, and terrible,101
                        
                        As man’s revenge ?  Is this the trophy of your102
                        
                        Legislative fame ?— is this fulfilment of your .103
                        
                        Plighted faith and boasted love of liberty ;  and wast104
                        
                        For scenes like these the people hurled from105
                        
                        The hateful faction, who through war and blood had106
                        
                        In hollow mockery of justice, answer thee,107
                        
                        Have ye not branded them as demagogues, lawless,108
                        
                        And lost to any principle of good ?  But it is hard for109
                        
                        Poverty to prove its love of honesty and virtue,110
                        
                        And hard to bear the slander and the scorn of those111
                        
                        Whose systematic villainy hath been the fruitful112
                        
                        Source of all our woe. Well may’st thou blush,113
                        
                        Thou fawning hypocrite, arch-traitor to your country,114
                        
                        To your Queen, and to your God.115
                        Queen.
Oh !  who would fill a throne, round which is thrown116
                        
                        Oppression’s loathsome coil of ignorance, and squalid 
misery ?117
                        
                        misery ?117
O, mean and mad ambition !  for ’twill prove the monster118
                        
                        Whose fell grasp will strangle their unhallowed power119
                        
                        With death, ignoble and unpitied. But by my hopes of120
                        
                        Heaven, such fate shall not be mine. Ere I will121
                        
                        Reign the Queen of hungry slaves !  I’ll throw aside the122
                        
                        Irksome load of monarchy, and live and die with123
                        
                        Title nobler for a woman unadorned in honour—124
                        
                        Virtue and simplicity.125
                        
                        An universal burst of acclamation rose, and shook126
                        
                        The vaulted roof. I grew bewildered with the deafening127
                        
                        Shout ;  the sight forsook mine eyes ;  a strange sensation128
                        
                        Overspread my frame; and when I again looked,129
                        
                        Lo !  Queen and crowd were gone !  All I had130
                        
                        Seen and heard was but the day-dream131
                        
                        Of a poor man’s heart, filled with the melancholy132
                        
                        Contemplation of his country’s wrongs !133