NATIVES FAREWELL.
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A 10F0dy on " Home, 41ON1e, Strcee I1OMS. I'm sick of this Palace, and golden array. | I'm SICK of the sycOphants, too, who hetray

 The grnpes are all sour, and the fox chase is run,

 The battle is fought and the vine6Fy won. Tip, Tip brave old Tip. ..,

 There's no man like 1iP,

 There's no man like Tip.

 The crown that sought is eneircIed with ,horns, There's no faith in false friends and no pleasure in

 power, ''t,

 So I'm off now to KinderhooI, Tommy, this hour.

 "il Tip, Tip, brave old Tip, &c. Farewell the dear people, care not for fame, .. But never did think they would doom me to shame am sorry for you, John the somerset made, Has nullify'd you and myself I'm afraid. Farewell to you, Blair, Amos Kendall and all, Like Cardinal Woolsey, alas mus: fall; lake care of your babies your bread and meat too You y soon have no Treasury now to come to. ! weep when think of the pleasures gone bv, When we all had finger in Uncle San's pie when our pockets were all full of mint drops you

 know, = But now, my dear Amos, our cake is all dough- The people had paper-the officers gold, In gay British bach little Malty then rolI'd: Little thinking. alas! that old Tippecanoe would tread in my footsteps and use W,e up too. ''Tis hard, that the Treasury safe in my hand. . could not the army have time to command Oh had but four years allowed to me now I'd be greater than Cesar or Cron,w ell VOW. I'd rule with the sword, while the purse should be .s free,

 And all office holders my nodlemen he; Old Tip should hem dish rags, and ry dra my corks And rub up the gold sPoons the knives and the forks Oh! this is democracy. John, such as you, Amos Kendall, Blair, Benton, and all the sweet crew Have always upheld for the people, you'll own, Are a wretched bad set at the foot of the throne. They ask of the government more than they should, ought to know better than they what is good; Because would have them their places to know, They have cut my acquaintance and bid me to go. So farewell to palace, and farewell to place, Oh Amos oh Johnny this is hard case The people wont hear half as much as they ought, And they're not as big fools as always have thought Farewell to the friends who would build me throne And assist me to power, but to strengthen their own An well may they weep for my fate and my tal, lis deathblow to them, to their projects and all. To the shades of old Kindertook now retire, 1f And my course or my conduct there's none to ad-

 mire; . On sour kroGt now shall live out my days, stranger to pleasure, to peace and to praise.