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tile blade Against no party~urged no weighty change In politicians or in preachers trade And in her last and present modest range, Told not the one 10 purchase honesty, Or recommended to the other piety. That were more certainly an innovation, Not to be borne--it were change as-

 founding. She hath not recommended to the nation, Again a new dynasty to be founding, N lot of such rulers as her last creation,s But men with sense little more abound

 ing,

 With now and then little virtue, and Respect tunto the place wherein they stand. Nothing of this--she hath not recommend

 ed,

 Unto the poet sense his rhymes withal--- Pedlars and editorssshe hath not blended Into one mass--a structure wide and tall- 2 Or urged them both to curb their talents

 splended, To tell the truth-altho' in portions small Or-for the benefit of future ages; Burn up--the Grsthhis wares--the last his

 pages.

 Lawyer and judge she hath not urged, to

 take From one side only, fec and brbe and

  Nay. bids no judge hear evidence awake She calls no doctor, quack-no saint,

 sinner

 No hero, coward-bIack she calls opaque She calls no gambler, cheat-except the

 winner In short, she is exceedingly polite, And but forstruth, might even call black,

 white.

 If she had said that Jackson was fool, Atdotard, lending to each knaye hissear-- Of each intriguer the unconscious tool--e An unspeiled lout, in years not wisdom

 sere--

 A murderer, and that when blood was cool, Of men whose names Duff Green now

 weeps to hear, Ofdivers traitors-British spies, deserters. And other spawn, which war and tumult

 nuitures. If she had said that Calhoun was knaye. Who failing of the preside ential chair. Which somewhat hlindly he had dared to

 crave,

 Now sits, and urges from his noisome lair, His blinded followers to traitors grave; And breathes rebellion on the shuddering Traitor--deserter-v -villain--patricide- A dazzling star shorn of its former pride. If she had joined with him the traitor

 Hayne,

 Whom Webster struck with jiant elo-

 quence,

 As one might hurl God from off his fane, Defeat unutterable-shame intense And as star which once begins to wane. Prom out its high and noble eminence; He now hath set within night of shame, Darker than that which circles Arnold's If she had called Van Buren magician-- A knave---a hypocrite--an intrigante-- Something little worse than politician And other names which she might con in

 plenty,

 From pages plebian, and else patrician, In every thing like decency most scanty-- Had she in fine surnamed him prince of

 demons,

 With privilege peculiarly freeman's. If she had taken Prentice for model That prince and autocrat of all the black

 guards,

 Or any other wallower in the puddle, Canine or wol6sh-lean, and lank, and

 haggard-- Were she like him, we'll might ye run and

 huddle,

 And cry s'the devil take the hindmost lag

 gardln

 Where Prentice enters, decency retires-- Where Prentice writeth, truth no more

 inspires. @ If she were initiating the estate Of Shadrach Penn, that bright peculiar

 star, N That shineth Der the realms of billings

 s Preeminent, like Joye's etheriaI car, Over the number fires that round him

 wait,

 Like smalier icicles around the spar, s Astonished when at times upon their sight, Bursts some unusual blazeaof Shadrach.s

 light.

 Oh Shadrach! Shadrachl truth is like It heareth twisting man! but not too But thou hast twisted 1t, till neither kith Nor kin can know it-Thou dost only

 touch

 The truth, gician-like-aBd 1t forthwith Becomes lie--Oh! shadrach, vert thou

 Dutch, Men might but laugh to sec thy present

 pages, Give those the lie thou would st, not bav-

 ing wages. ii she had done ali this-or ought of this-- The world, most surely, could right " eli

 have said, That these were arrant, rank enormities-- That she was most immoral and il bred. Most base-most editorial--fhat is Unveritable--and we should have sped. In this our latest chase for fame divine, Somewhat as pilgrims do in Palestine. That is--with devilish little for our pains.