{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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ears g You robbed me on earth; you beggared
my family you murdered my wife; you sent
my children TO the aims house you hung me
on the gailows; and not satisfied with all this,
you murdered my undying soul, and now,
you've come to join me.-rLook there-see
the countless victims Of your cupidity; and as
they gather round you and curse you with all
the bitter anguish of rayless-hopeless misery,
THEN, GRASP your LICENSE, PRESS it to your
BOSOM, hold il up to their geze, dare their
wrath, laugh at their misery but will il DE-
sTRoY the aoarm that neuer dies will il quenci
the undying fame2 Alas! my friend, the
time is near at hand when you will feel the
day of retribulion draws nearer and nearer
and TO you it will be day of fearful reckoning
The tears wrung from broken hearts by your
traffic are bottled up-they will be converted
into vials Of wrath.


