Poetry: "How Different Is Our Servant's Lot"

■■ ■ . ..l 'S- ' . . . . ■ ■- ■ ■ ' ' VVehnve published much abohtion poetry lately, and for Jhe 6okc of variety we will now serve our readers with a specimen of proslavery rhymes, w ritten by the Rev. Thomas Frean, and published in a South Carolina paper. Is'nt it quite pretty and patriuchal? ' IIow different is our servant's lot. With food and raiment biest, And cotton patch und whitewashed but, Which no one daremoleet; And poultry which with honest pnde, The Mamma cali her own, To Bell ihe coming Christmas tide, And buy a sil ken grown. And eee the happy servants met, Their daily labors o'er, And with the jest and song they set The kitchen in a roar, Or each one take his eboti lass Beneath ;he friendly moon, And foot it gaily or. the gras?, And dance to old Zip Coon.