SCANDAL MONGERS.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XI, Issue 238, 4 November 1876, Page 4

SCANDAL MONGERS.

{From the Boston Pilot.) Do you hear the scandal-mongers Passing by, Breathing poison in a whisper, In a sigh ? .Moving cautiously and slow, Smiling sweetly as they go, Never noisy,— gliding smoothly like a snake ; Slipping here and slipping there, Through the meadows fresh and fair, Leaving subtle poison in their wake. Saw you not the scandal-monger Beaming bright 'neatli the roses In her hat ? In her dainty gloves and dress, Angel-like and nothing less Seemed she — casting smiles and pleasing words, Once she shrugged and shook her head, Raised her eyes and nothing said, Wheu you spoke of friends, and yet it left a doubt. Did you hear the scandal-monger At the ball, Through the music, rhythm, beauty, * Light and all ? Moving here and moving there, With whisper light as air, Casting shadows on a sister-woman's fame — Just a whisper, word, or glance — As she floated through the dance : And the world is busy with a spotless name You will find the scandal-mongers Everywhere ; Sometimes men, but often women, Young and fair, Yet their tongues drop foulest slime, And they spend their leisure time Casting mud on those who climb by work and worth, Shun them, shun them as you go — Shun them whether .high or low ; They are the hideous serpents of the earth.