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Thy face lile copper-kettle glows,
What though thy talents for haranguing, Would cost a school-boy many a banging, With half an hour to hem and stammer Thou ne'er spok’st three words sense nor grammar
Since Ireland, with her modern Gracchi,
Ye Vermont yeomen be contented,
He'll make us justices of peace,
* Alias, with a head like a block or mallet.
+ A small village in Vermont. The simpletons of this sorry hamlet were gulled to vote for our demagogue by fair promises of promotion. The legislature, however, with whom rested the power of making appointments to offices, did not think proper to ratify these promises.
Simon Spunkey, Esq. showeth, that the prayer of a certain “Memorial,” from Matthew Lyon, stating his pre-eminent qualifications for a seat in our national legis.. lature, is just and reasonable.—Talketh big words to con. gress, and threateneth to overturn their apple-cart, and set his foot in it!
PRAY what can mean this mighty pother
Lyon, like jacobin of spirit, :: Declares his own transcendent merit, That, having canvass'd well the matter, He would not seem himself to flatter, But still is sure he is conspicuous In Rutland county, and contiguous ; And is design’d by God, and Nature, For seat in federal legislature ; That he was chosen, last December, Right honourable congress member, By votes a very large majority, ... And proves it by his own authority ; His calculations can't deceive him, Yet federal fools will not believe him.. But would you learn his pithy story all Please to consult his wise “ Memorial.”
Now should you, sirs, refuse his claim, His brother beasts would cry for shame! All, wild and tame, like Balaam's ass, Exclaim, how came this thing to pass !
But federalists, a stubborn pack, Still grope in errour's mazy track ; They say, that Lyon's votes were few, . That half he claims are not his due. : What, cannot common sense be taught them? The votes were his, because he bought them! I'll tell you how he paid the cost, And purchased many, which he lost.
To drive his patriotick plan on,
Now, Messrs. Congress folks, I trow,