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HITS THE CENTRE OF THE TARGET.

Right through the mark his bullet flies:
So may it speed 'gainst all who dare
Th' invader's ruffian-hazard share,
To snatch a felon-prize!
So shall it speed, if freedom's race
Be to their king and country true;
And each deluded Gaul shall rue
The day he felt the fraterniz'd embrace,
The bitter hour he was enforc'd away
From her who clasp'd him with connubial arms,
From all domestic life's endearing charms,
And, a sad conscript, looking fiercely gay,
Compell'd, as vassal to a despot lord,
To bleed for him his soul abhorr'd,—
Whelm'd by defeat in a reproachful grave,
Or train'd by conquest to be more a slave.

“Slaves, leave to the French nation this qualifying epithet,—they have conquered to be no longer free.”—See General Dessalines' Address to the People of Hayti.