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TJNES WaiTTEN ON A VISIT TO…

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TJNES WaiTTEN ON A VISIT TO AN IRON WORKS. Underground in (lismalgloom, Poor workmen toil outright; Thoughtless of their dreadful doom, There they live in constant night. Dimly burns the oily lamp Underneath the pending- roof, Where the foul-air or fir JÜamp, Bids the prudent keep aloof. Wilere the gas impairs the breath, Sudden falls cut off the span; Warn'd each day by suddgll (leath, Heedless is the milling man. See the pond'rous moving beam, So unwearied n igilt and day, By the help of mighty steam, Rise the mine, the eoal, and clay. Now obssrve at yonder fire, All around obssured in smoke, Clouds of dust and faces dire, Midst the blazing hills, of coke. Women now the barrows fill From the kilns of calcined ore; Men possessed of Lttle skill, Top the furnace o'er and o'er. Heated by the forcing blast Se the metal white as SílOW, Smelted ready for the cast, All the fiery currents flow. Ghastly those who work appear By the light's reflective hue Strangers tiltt approach so near, Seem with faces pale and blue. Drenched in sweat, the Founders fly Thither from the scorching heat, Mark the Fircers who pass by, Longing for a cool retreat. Fluid as the running brook, Is the metal —smooth as glass; While the Padler with his crook, Brings it to a solid mass. Blended thus, out come the balls, Undergone in weight a loss, Heavily the hammer falls, Frees the iron from the dross. The massy ball is ushered now 'T wix t the rolls with rigid strength, Made as pliant as a, bow, Stretched to an amazing length. Boys are busily at work By the constant-moving shears; Some at play, and otlierf, lurk, Telling tales of bygone years. Glowing is the Bailer's fire, Ready to relieat the pile; And the llaller's whole desire, Is to get it out the while. Now the Shingler, with great skill, Forms to "shape the heated ball; One, obedient to his will, Stops the hammer at his call. Quickly then conveyed with ease, Through the rolls that never fail, See it stretching by degrees, And converted to a rail. Girls of tender age are seen, Piling iron on the ground, Full of bustle is the scene When the Foreman goes around. On his little switch-tailed horse, There appears the haughty Dey, Void of conscience or re.nor'se, Bearing a tyrannic sway. Low-built houses all around, Blackened by the smoke and coal; Cinder-tips and thrown-up ground, Form a dark and bulky mole. Sol has set behind the hill, Silence reigns, and zephyrs play; All the country round is still, Sweet repose does close the day. But when Commerce leads the van, Winter's darkness is not known; Avarice, grasps at all it can-- Claims each moment as its own. Human hands are busy still, Brilliant flames illume the sky, While the din of forge and mill", Lulls to sleep the wearied eye. Therefore let me now retire To some lovely rural spot; From amidst the smoke and fire, To contemplate the workman's lot. A CAIIDIFFIAN.

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