OR, THE WORLD'hAS CHANGED. 201 



SE\A/'ING MACHINE POETRY. 



The world moves on, moves on apace, 



Onward moves the mighty, mighty race ; 



Could om* fathers, back from the grave. 



See how we doth labor, labor save ; 



What inveniion for us hath won. 



What half-century for us hath done ; 



See the great steamers plow the sea. 



Long railway belting hill and lea, 



Telegraph, telephone and wonder sights, 



Oil, gas, and grand electric lights, 



Never dreamed of fifty years ago. 



But onward, flying onward, here we go, 



Fulton and Morse first led the van. 



This day Edison is a mighty man ; 



Already the world is set ablaze. 



Invention seems to be the craze. 



Now here comes Brosius' new machine, 



For woman the best of all I ween, 



To w^oman, 'tis the greatest blessing, 



She now can sew without distressing. 



No treadle now for her to beat. 



No labor now for weary feet ; 



But touch a spring, the needle goes, 



She guides the cloth, 'tis all she does ; 



No aching back no tired feet, 



Just sitting upright in cozy seat, 



A pleasant past-time 'tis now to sew, 



With Woman's thanks to brother Brosius go. 



All mothers will bless tne Brosius name, 



Their daughters will ever do the same. 



Benefactor Brosius, lo female race, 



Thou hast solved a serious case ; 



God has inspired thee with this fact. 



Guided thee in this genious act. 



D. U, SLOAN. 

 Atlanta, Ga., Sept. 5, 1888. 



