THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER - George Canning J. H. Frere Poems

 
 

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THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER

Friend of Humanity

"Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order--
Bleak blows the blast;--your hat has got a hole in't,
     So have your breeches!

"Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,
Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike{-}
-road, what hard work 'tis crying all day "knives and
     "scissors to grind O!"

"Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives?
Did some rich man tyranically use you?
Was it the squire? or parson of the parish?
     Or the attorney?

"Was it the squire, for the killing of his game? or
Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining?
Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little
     All in a lawsuit?

"(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)
Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids,
Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your
     Pitiful story."

Knife-grinder

"Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir,
Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,
This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were
     Torn in a scuffle.

"Constables came up for to take me into
Custody; they took me before the justice;
Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish{-}
     Stocks for a vagrant.

"I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in
A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence;
But for my part, I never love to meddle
     With politics, sir."

Friend of Humanity

"I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd first--
Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance--
Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,
     Spiritless outcast!"