American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1822-10-01
From the Providence Journal.
COUSIN LUCY.
CHAPTER V.


Some folks, when they sit down to write poem,
Will have verse or two of sOhy and wherefore
That's not the way of one and if you know him,
You know among ye h. has none to care Cor
(Ihat is; fear no man unless owe him,
But that is always an exception j Therefore,
AS I've some miscellaneous thoughts in my posses
sion,
This one shall be-a chapter of depression.
II.
In the first place, then, will state the reason;
Though reason has not much to do with rhy me y
Why my third chapter did not come in season
For Mondays paper-'T was the want of time
/ do sincerely hope, shall be free, soun,
From this curst tooth. ache. Twas occasioned, I'm
Quite sure. (he recollection makes me quiver,)
BY that steamboat excursion down the river.
III.
Or rather to New Bedford, on last Friday
There is upon my catalogue of evils,
A heavy one to cure which, have tried
Great many WAYS THE torment of "blue deuits:"--
And, by experience, have found high-day
The very best thing to break up their reyels.--
And now to make short work of long ssory,
I'll mend my pen and place the scene before we.
Nv.
The boat filled; deck, cabin, bar and kitchen. =
Curved, horizontal. perpendicular and angling
In all positions; (some were quite bewitching,)
The steam was going, and the iron jangng;
The wind was blowing and the boat was pitching
Some of them looked as if they had been strang-
ling.
So weak and faint their Jaws al every sea, Sirs,
Flew open, ike so many lemon squeezers.
v.
|"Do you feel better, MADAME 81 don't know''--
"Pray, will you throw that shawl around My neck,
Sr.'
"Oh, Lord Sir, will you help me down below.''
'l'll thank you to assist me upon deck. Sir y
There's nought so bad, in all poets duty;
AS close attendance on sea sick beauty.
WI.
10, what curious world this is of ours;
Forever changing and yet still the same !
And what is man, whose high ambition towers
To mount the high and slippery Steps OF fame?
Time parayzes all his boosted powers,
And leaves him but the shadow of maine;
Turns his hair grey; and all his strength relaxes
And proves that nothlngs sure but death and taxes
VII.
When man dies, what Joy it does create
In many people, though their tongues deny it,
From those who then inherit his estate;
But still their words and looks must not imply it;
And some cold Hunks" perhaps, who lies in wait
For good opportunity to buy it,
To those who dig his grave and build his coffin,
And him who drives the hearse they wheel him of
in.
VIII.
We've some toll bridges here (there's no pre-
sumption
In speaking thus J which always look to me as
If they were in the last stage of consumption
With as many crooks as any shrub-oak tree has.
But still, of toll, they cause great assumption;
So that the owners of these half starved bridges,
Have, like myself uncommon privileges.
/ TX.
But yet: success attend you, old Sc Rhode Island,
/ And Providence Plantations; - as tits writ.
Though not one foot in all of you is my land:
/ Nor ever will be, il I've not more wit
And surely, il ever meant to buy land,
I'd pull up stakes directly here and quit
The soil at once unless my wealth was gotten
BY burning lime, or picking over cotton.
/ LUCY'S COUSIN.
Il fu~nst q.