A BLACK JOB

"No doubt the pleasure is as great,

Of being cheated as to cheat."—HUDIBRAS.

THE history of human-kind to trace,

Since Eve-the first of dupes-our doom unriddled, A certain portion of the human race

Has certainly a taste for being diddled.

Witness the famous Mississippi dreams!
A rage that time seems only to redouble-
The Banks, Joint-Stocks, and all the flimsy schemes,
For rolling in Pactolian streams,

That cost our modern rogues so little trouble.
No matter what,-to pasture cows on stubble,
To twist sea-sand into a solid rope,

To make French bricks and fancy bread of rubble,
Or light with gas the whole celestial cope—
Only propose to blow a bubble,

And Lord! what hundreds will subscribe for soap!

Soap!-it reminds me of a little tale,

Tho' not a pig's, the hawbuck's glory,
When rustic games and merriment prevail-
But here's my story:

Once on a time-no matter when-
A knot of very charitable men
Set up a Philanthropical Society,
Professing on a certain plan,
To benefit the race of man,
And in particular that dark variety,
Which some suppose inferior-as in vermin
The sable is to ermine,

As smut to flour, as coal to alabaster,

As crows to swans, as soot to driven snow,
As blacking, or as ink, to "milk below,"
Or yet a better simile to show,

As ragman's dolls to images in plaster!

However, as is usual in our city,
They had a sort of managing Committee,
A board of grave responsible Directors-
A Secretary, good at pen and ink—
A Treasurer, of course, to keep the chink,
And quite an army of Collectors!
Not merely male, but female duns,

Young, old, and middle-aged-of all degrees— With many of those persevering ones,

Who mite by mite would beg a cheese!

And what might be their aim?

To rescue Afric's sable sons from fettersTo save their bodies from the burning shame Of branding with hot letters

Their shoulders from the cowhide's bloody strokes, Their necks from iron yokes?

To end or mitigate the ills of slavery,

The Planter's avarice, the Driver's knavery?
To school the heathen Negroes and enlighten 'em,
To polish up and brighten 'em,

And make them worthy of eternal bliss?
Why, no-the simple end and aim was this-
Reading a well-known proverb much amiss-
To wash and whiten 'em!

They look'd so ugly in their sable hides:
So dark, so dingy, like a grubby lot
Of sooty sweeps, or colliers, and besides,
However the poor elves

Might wash themselves,

Nobody knew if they were clean or not—

On Nature's fairness they were quite a blot!
Not to forget more serious complaints

That even while they join'd in pious hymn,
So black they were and grim,

In face and limb,

They look'd like Devils, tho' they sang like Saints! The thing was undeniable!

They wanted washing! not that slight ablution
To which the skin of the White Man is liable,
Merely removing transient pollution-

But good, hard, honest, energetic rubbing
And scrubbing,

Sousing each sooty frame from heels to head
With stiff, strong, saponaceous lather,
And pails of water-hottish rather,
But not so boiling as to turn 'em red!

So spoke the philanthropic man

Who laid, and hatch'd, and nursed the plan-
And oh ! to view its glorious consummation!
The brooms and mops,

The tubs and slops,

The baths and brushes in full operation! To see each Crow, or Jim, or John,

Go in a raven and come out a swan!

While fair as Cavendishes, Vanes, and Russels,

Black Venus rises from the soapy surge,

And all the little Niggerlings emerge

As lily-white as mussels.

Sweet was the vision-but alas!

However in prospectus bright and sunny,

To bring such visionary scenes to pass

One thing was requisite, and that was-money! Money, that pays the laundress and her bills,

For socks and collars, shirts and frills,

Cravats and kerchiefs-money, without which
The negroes must remain as dark as pitch;

A thing to make all Christians sad and shivery, To think of millions of immortal souls

Dwelling in bodies black as coals,

And living-so to speak-in Satan's livery!

Money-the root of evil,-dross, and stuff!
But oh! how happy ought the rich to feel,
Whose means enable them to give enough
To blanch an African from head to heel!
How blessed-yea, thrice blessed to subscribe
Enough to scour a tribe!

While he whose fortune was at best a brittle one,
Although he gave but pence, how sweet to know
He helped to bleach a Hottentot's great toe,
Or little one!

Moved by this logic, or appall'd,

To persons of a certain turn so proper,

The money came when call'd,

In silver, gold, and copper,

Presents from "Friends to blacks," or foes to whites, "Trifles," and "offerings," and "widows' mites," Plump legacies, and yearly benefactions,

With other gifts

And charitable lifts,

Printed in lists and quarterly transactions.
As thus-Elisha Brettel,

An iron kettle.

The Dowager Lady Scannel,

A piece of flannel.

Rebecca Pope,
A bar of soap.
The Misses Howels,
Half-a-dozen towels.
The Master Rush's,
Two scrubbing-brushes.

Mr. T. Groom,
A stable broom,
And Mrs. Grubb,
A tub.

Great were the sums collected !

And great results in consequence expected.
But somehow, in the teeth of all endeavour,
According to reports

At yearly courts,

The blacks, confound them! were as black as ever!

Yes! spite of all the water sous'd aloft,
Soap, plain and mottled, hard and soft,
Soda and pearlash, huckaback and sand,
Brooms, brushes, palm of hand,

And scourers in the office strong and clever,

In spite of all the tubbing, rubbing, scrubbing,
The routing and the grubbing,

The blacks, confound them! were as black as ever!

In fact in his perennial speech,

The Chairman own'd the niggers did not bleach,
As he had hoped,

From being washed and soaped,

A circumstance he named with grief and pity;
But still he had the happiness to say,

For self and the Committee,

By persevering in the present way

And scrubbing at the Blacks from day to day,
Although he could not promise perfect white,
From certain symptoms that had come to light,
He hoped in time to get them gray!

Lull'd by this vague assurance,

The friends and patrons of the sable tribe
Continued to subscribe,

And waited, waited on with much endurance—
Many a frugal sister, thrifty daughter-