The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,His preaching was, of course, execrable. Those who have unfortunately been compelled to listen to his discourses say that they would rather be shot at by his cannons in the field than listen to his church canons in the pulpit. In his rubric, self was God, the slave code was the Bible, large revenues the chief end of man, and poverty the unpardonable sin.
But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:
Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw
Daily devours apace, and nothing sed.
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Bishop Polk.--Of General Bishop Polk, the Nashville Times speaks in the following terms:
He was a selfish, egotistical, vain-glorious, shallow man, who had no sympathy whatever with those who were outside of his aristocratic circle.
He looked on his slaves in the same light that Fielding's Parson Trullaber looked on his fat hogs, and prized their bodies a good deal more than the souls of his sheep.
Indeed, the sheep of his pastorate grazed not tender grass, or succulent clover, but polk weed. Of them it might be said in the words of Milton's Lycidas:
Van Nostrand. New York, New York. 1862.
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