Unmelted, undimmed by the sun's brightest ray, And, like diamonds, making night's darkness seem day. For news, Parry still the North Sea is exploring, A mineral spring to refine the metropolis. The day we discovered it was, by-the-way In the life of the Cockneys, a glorious day. For we all had been taught, by tradition and reading, That to gain what admits us to levees of kings, The gentleness, courtesy, grace of high breeding, The only sure way was to "visit the Springs." So the whole city visited Swamp Spring en masse, 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 departure, 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, In the beauty and pride of " an army with banners." As to politics-Adams 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, *** His shop is a grocer's-a snug, genteel place, Near the corner of Oak-street and Pearl; He can dress, dance, and bow to the ladies with grace, And ties his cravat with a curl. He's asked to all parties-north, south, east, and west, And nothing has darkened a sky so serene, Till this season among our élite there has been 'Tis all about eating and drinking-one set Gives sponge-cake, a few "kisses or so, And is cooled after dancing with classic sherbet, "Sublimed" (see Lord Byron) "with snow.” Another insists upon punch and perdrix, Of a novelty only, those pearls of our sea, Miss Flounce, the young milliner, blue-eyed and bright, In the front parlor over her shop, Entertains," as the phrase is, a party to-night, Upon peanuts and ginger-pop. And Miss Fleece, who's a hosier, and not quite as young, But is wealthier far than Miss Flounce, She "entertains" also to-night with cold tongue, In praise of cold water the Theban bard spoke, Miss Flounce is a Pindar in cashmere and cloak, |