P0ETRY.

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BY CHEEKS.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether next s'Fourth of March, shall seated
With all due pomp and circum- -tance, upon
The presidential chair the base rout
Of Loco-focos shall defeat my purposes
To hit-to miss-no more Aye, if we hit,
To end this curs'd incerttud=, these doubts
We coons are heirs to-'tis a cnnsummafion
Devout1y to be wished. To hit-to miss;
To miss perchance the 'sspoils"-ay, there's the rub
For in the loss of them, what else may come,
When we have shufied of this 'lection's coil,
Must give US pause There's the respect
= That makes calamity of sta ndng thus
candidate with coons for who would bear
The whips and scorns of time, fhe T.ocos' sneer,
The honest mans contempt, the bitter pangs
OF scared conscience, rousng from its dumps
The insoence of worlsies, and the spurns
Defeated coons must Of the Locos take,
When he himself might his quietus make
With-three gin cocktails Who would be the fool
To grunt and sweat under this knavish life,
But that the thought of gaining the election
!, (T'hat unreaehd goal 6or whose attainment, twice
I've stroVe with might and an)-brsces the will
And makes me hope 'gainst hope. it may be SO
Thus interest does make rascals of US all
And thus the native hue of Patriotism
Is scklied o'er with narrow sel6shness;
And measures of great moment to the State,
With this regard, their currents turn away,
And lose the name of action.