The Arkansas advocate., 1833-09-25

| Ofhearts all shattered, and of eyes that
 wane-- And every thing that rhyming lover salth-- 1 His stanza ended, dives to some low lane; Your dying lover turns filthy sot, Shufles the cards, or bets upon spot. Here you shall see one write fpoyerty, And other things all truly sentimental And wo and want, that ravage like sea; Or eat like scorpions, in the bosom pent
 all,
 And other sayings as fine, of misery, Which years ago, Savage and Chatterton
 spent all- And then he goes to wine and to his din
 ner, And pays guinea fort, as Pm sinner. Here you shall see a furious man in rhyme A misanthrope, who execrates mankind, And mounted on Byron its stilts sublime, Apes the wild mouthing of the northern wind
 The world hath sighted him--amazing
 crime!
 He raves at being with the herd confined This finished, to the theatre he'll go, And laugh, applaud, encore the great Jim
 Crow Hail muse! thou hast goodly set of sons Usurping thy high places glorious, and Thrusting from out them thine anointed
 ones- Like wooden idols set up by the hand Of some bold scoffer-as the iron Huns Thrusting old Phidias' statues from their
 stands, And setting up their own gods in their
 places, To grin and goggle with their hideous ia
 ces Hail muse! all hail! full sure I am thatI Can hail thee quite as well as one of these And claim 10 thee relationship as nigh, As one who makes these always rhyme to
 <breeze.'- And now to politics let's turn the eye, Sail our last voyage upon this periIous Make one or two foes more and end the
 strain, Breaking harp not to be strung again. Another hero! Lo Sthe champion! Of the American System'-bindiY he Hath hurled his deadly force the tariff on Hath cut the flores of prosperity, From out the northern States, and yelled
 the sun Of manufaotures-Clay! no more of thee Thy patriotism Is too thin mask, To read 5t thro' is but a school boys task Oh Harry Hotspur! thou hast spurred too
 hard, And knocked thy hobby in the head at last! Henceforth thou,lt be like that refulgent Bob southey, fOundered-and by riding Him of the Iaurel--what, man! vert thou
 sCared!-- That thou didst join thy foe Calhoun at
 last,
 And ali, that those might call thee patriot, Who once gave out that thou wastsold and
 bought. And thinkest thou by this to gain thine
 ends! 1 grieye to say, thy sun is set forever This blow has lost to thee thine ancient
 friends, And not new one from thy foes will se-
 Ver-- Go, go, when history her aidance lends To thee, to save thee from oblivion's river, Twill be as one defeated and disowned, By his own folly lost--a god dethroned Now hug yoarselves!-the Union yet is And think ye twill remain so!--and how
 Iong!-- How long ere destiny will reach her goal, And tumble ye the other wrecks among, And monumental sruins!-look into thy
 soul Genius of freedom! and thy silent tongue Gan tell that even now the seeds of death Are lurking there--thy ruin hasteneth. The scorpion lash of Carolina gained What she hath wrung from you-and do ye That she will stop till all shall be attain They who of power have once begun to
 drink, Stop not until the goblet be all drained, Until they shatter the last irksome link, That binds them-or till they be sternly taught, That even mildness may to fire be wrought. And she hath trampled us too easily When other states shall feel or fancy
 wrong, Think ye that they will mild and patient No-they will leave the burden of the
 song,
 And make secession too their remedy It is weapon doth to all belong, And once that we have covered its edge
 beneath, Small time will it rest quiet in its sheath. It is too good weapon to grow dull, Or be rust. eaten for lack of use, | ( I f |