But hope my recapitulation, (Though not a notable narration) As well as if t'were made in college; Your humble carrier inherits By virtue of prodigious merits, More than in weeks he could lay down t'ye To smack a little of your bounty. Laden with all important budget, Thro' wet and dry I'm doom'd to trudge it, "News from all nations," precious particles, By last arrivals, all prime articles ;Though tempest-beaten, hot or frigerant, I tell you how the powers belligerent, Enrag'd to desperate degree, rose, And hack'd each other like true heroes. And you have learn'd from Tom the carrier, How Britain, Buonaparte's barrier, Won't let the mushroom Gallick king, land His ragamuffin rogues in England! A very unpolite proceeding, Which shows old John Bull's want of breeding. How Mister emperour Buonapart' As quick as lightning took a start, The troops of old snail-motion'd Mack, I've plac'd in ken of mental sight, A most tremendous naval fight, Where Nelson bold, Britannia's pride, I've worn out many a pair of shoes That you in corner snug may con Low in a mouse trap might as well To snare a mammoth, or a kraken. I've told you how the demo rout And having, by old Nick's seduction, And trace the good old federal track ;— And sold our commerce to old Davy, Sans sailors, skill, or naval stores, They'd conjure up fine seventy fours ;- Would bring us back where Adams left us. Thus rogues, unless they're vastly callous, Will read confessions on the gallows; And even the Devil himself would preach, If forc'd to make a dying speech. But, verily, good democrats, The people must be blind as bats, If this your death-bed-like repentance For your manœuvres, sirs, I'll venture ye, E'en Spaniards tread us under foot, Who dare as well be hung as do't, Had not our weak administration First cut the hamstrings of the nation; And our good mother Britain aims But if she strains her points too tau't, She wont fare much the better for❜t; For though our government's weak as may be, Our emperour timid as a baby, She'll find the Yankees still inherit Some portion of the Breed'shill spirit ; Ev'n let her rouse her ugly lion, Some stupid people in the nation Think president-palaveration 'Bout peace and friendship, will disarm Our enemies like witch's charm. Let such chaps lay their heads together, To fan the sun out with a feather; |