A woman with a mission

She declaimed with fervid vigor, on the misery of the Digger,
 cut a most dramatic figure while lamenting his condition.
And she said the bare Numidian, and the much tanned Abyssinian,
 and the Cannibal and Guinean, overflowed her with contrition.

And her deep sighs filled the breezes, for those lands where bread and cheese is;
 for the Turks and the Chineses she was filled with deep emotion.
 And her ardent love was greater, all the more she strove to cater
 to the tribes beyond th' Equator or across a distant ocean.

 And like Rachel, the sweet Jewess, she wept tears as thick as glue is,
 at the action of St. Louis and Chicago's degradation;
And that these towns, where such sin is, such a race for golden guineas,
might be made as good as Lynn is, was her prayer and supplication.

 For the wild man of Alaska, or of far off Madagascar,
she would say if you would ask her, that her love was deep and tender.
While her husband, luckless victim, looked as if his wife had licked him,
and through back streets where she kicked him, walked about with one suspender.

-Anon