LINES TO —. Yes; I have seen the man you nam'd; For all the riches of Peru. Fortune, in frolic, bless'd the dunce, THIS LESS THAN NOTHING DO ADORE! Pray, what's his head?-an useless thing, But plainly shew a lack of brains! Yet, he is current with the world, As coin just issued from the mint; And bearing folly's flag, unfurl'd, Like fools behold their glory in't! Tis thus is made a common cause, For, dunce with dunce must shake HIS PAWS, And what's his heart?-tis poor and mean, No fellow feeling warms his breast; But, at Religion's shrine he's seen, And SINGS and PRAISES with the rest! So 'tis he cheats the wondering throng, Tho' often hail'd with gladsome eyes! For, fortune haply bless'd the dunce,- THIS LESS THAN NOTHING DO ADORE! A TRAVESTY SONG WRITTEN FOR THE 4th OF JULY, 1819. Come, friends and foes, Come, altogether, And let us now be jolly; Dont care a fig how party goes, And neither mind nor wind, nor weather, This surely would be folly! Bring, bring the cup Of sparkling wine, all, Let's soak our Clay most soundly,— And ne'er to British sway give up, Tho' ministers should whine, all, Health to the man, Who sat at helm Of good Ship, Constitution ; WI "age yells from Albion ran, Astounding thro' our frighten'd realm! POETIC EFFUSIONS. 83 And next, in right, Let Orleans hear Her Hero ever praised ; His warlike arm was dread in fight, His country's glory raised! And now, to all, For battle-deeds of glory, May honors thick as hailstones fall, Their fame extend from pole to pole, And ever live in story! But stop--once more, Let's fill the Bowl; Full health to James Monroe too; The mantle our old Pilot bore Doth now inspire his gallant soul, HE'S HEARTY AND HE'S TRUE TOO! 84 POETIC EFFUSIONS. LINES OCCASIONED BY A CONSIDERATION OF THE MOURNFUL EXIT OF THE VELOCIPEDE, FROM AN OVERWEENING PARENTAL SOLICITUDE FOR A BANTLING BEGAT, SOMEWHAT IN ITS OWN LIKENESS, CALLED THE VELOCIMANIPEDE! Alas! is then thy promise fled, |