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And sooth flo say there is no want of truth, In what old Fime hath said in this last

 stanza, Our many parties, since their early yonth, Have changed, as alters many winged

 Fancy And he who now is the subject of their ruth, Perhaps was once their Squire --their San

 oho Panza; They fondle on the creed which once they

 hated, And hate the tcnets orce they advocated

 XXVI. Hartford Convention, was, short time ago, =sSautll Carolua's only cri de guerre; And he who loved Calhoun, could hardly Too much of horror at New England's $ Phis, chimed in every key, from high to

 low Was to their loyalty noble spur; But now they hold 1t right goodpreceden Az good enough to write, and die, and

 bleed ont.

 xXyn. State rights, state sovereignty, lis now

 four years Was Georgia's motto--and her clamorous

 cry, For war and self defence, was in our ears, Her point Is gained fulfilled tie rohbery Visions of justice give her now no fears-- Now ask her creed. She breaches potisly Union aud patience to the Nnllifer--- They who arc fouied can well point ont the

 mire.

 XXyIII. Clay and New England---dog and cat made

 friends; New Hampshire, Jackson---something of

 the safnc-- And thus each party in its forces blends, The oil, the ice, the water, and the flame, All meeting joining for their various ends Like tigers by strange entertainment

 tame, Their claws cut short, or sheathed in tran

 sent rest By that magician named self-interest.

 xxx. But more of this when next hold tho pen, And utter to the world my second canto, Regardless of the ciamors of all men, Much as Spaniard worshipping his Santo, nd so my readers for time God den If yon are angry my words " i'll stand to, If you are plcased---why here's friendly hand, And am your humble servant to com mand