A Victorian Scrapbook

THE PAUPER’S BURIAL.
(From the Cherry Valley Gazette*.)

The following lines too truly delineate the cold indifference with which the poor remains of those who are born to suffer and die, are huddled into the grave: -

Bury him there –
No matter where!
Hustle him our of the way,
Trouble enough
We have with such stuff,
Taxes and money to pay.

Bury him there –
No matter where!
Off in some corner of best!
There’s no need of stones
Above his bones
Nobody’ll ask where they rest.

Bury him there –
No matter where!
None by his death are bereft;
Stopping to pray?
Shovel away!
We still have enough of them left.

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