PLEA FOR THE BAKERS.

Wanganui Herald, Volume III, Issue 535, 18 February 1869, Page 2

PLEA FOR THE BAKERS.

BY ONE OF THE BATCH. I hope the bakers' scribbling foes Have brought their labors to a close — Said all they can to try and tease, And left them to their wonted ease. Let those who love to whine and write Work in the bake-house just one night: Go—take their places at the trough, And try their arms at making dough ; And when the wind comes from the South, Stand up before tbe oven's moutb, Until tbe blood boils in his veins, And th n compute the baker's gains ; Run with the barrow round the town, When chillins" rain is pouring down ; Or bend their back for one short hour 'Neath heavy saclcs of wheaten flour ; And then the baker's paradise, That looks so lovely in their eyes, Would less and less enchanting seem, And vanish like a morning's dream. Who ever knew a baker rich, Or in fame's temple win a niche ; Bad debts, bad health, and broken rest, Break clown the strongest and the best. Let, those who write, and jeer, and scoff, At those who mould the little loaf, Lie down with weary bones each night And rise before the morning's liabt, To struggle with each vexing thing r! hat from the business doth spring ; And then perhaps the tongue and pen So hard upon these dusty men, Will tell a more congenial tale, And weigh them in a juster scale.