From attorney to sweep, from physician to pavior, To drink of cold water at sixpence a glass, And learn true politeness and genteel behavior. Though the crowd was immense till the hour of de parture, No gentleman's feelings were hurt in the rush, Save a grocer's, who lost his proof-glass and bung-starter, And a chimney-sweep's, robbed of his scraper and brush. They lingered till sunset and twilight had come, When, wearied in limb, but much polished in man ners, The sovereign people moved gracefully home, In the beauty and pride of "an army with banners." As to politics-Adams 16 and Clinton yet live, And reign, we presume, as we never have missed 'em, And woollens and Webster continue to thrive Under something they call the American System, If you're anxious to know what the country is doing, Whether ruined already or going to ruin, And who her next President will be, please Heaven, Read the letters of Jackson, the speeches of Clay, All the party newspapers, three columns a day, And Blunt's Annual Register," year 'twenty-seven. FANNY. "A fairy vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colors of the rainbow live, And play in the plighted clouds." MILTON. JANNY was younger once than she is now, And prettier of course; I do not mean To say that there are wrinkles on her brow; Yet, to be candid, she is past eighteenPerhaps past twenty-but the girl is shy About her age, and Heaven forbid that I II. Should get myself in trouble by revealing And when a boy, in day-dream and in song, Have knelt me down and worshipped them: alas! They never thanked me for't-but let that pass. III. I've felt full many a heartache in my day, IV. But Fanny's is an eye that you may gaze on There was but little danger, and the charm That youth and wealth once gave, has bade farewell : Hers is a sad, sad tale-'tis mine its woes to tell. V. Her father kept, some fifteen years ago, A retail dry-good shop in Chatham Street, The gaze of the great world, he breathed the air VI. Money is power, 'tis said-I never tried ; I'm but a poet--and bank-notes to me |