The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-01-06


Der which, imagination brewing
Has pictur'd out some fortress-rower,
That in the days of Indian power,
Was sought by every Struggling white,
As the best shelter for the night;
Where safe ensconc'd, as lock'd up jury,
He dar'd the red mans savage fury.
But spite of novels and romances,
Ia spite of all the poets fancies,
There among us those who still
Pronounce it nothing but a mill;
The old stone mill, where Arnold ground
Grlsts for the neighbors scattered round,
And greatly served the common veal,
BY manufact'rng Indian meal.
How many most delightful places,
As well as most attractive faces,
Has nature kindly furnished here
And some with names SO droll and queer.
There's hog hole-wth no hogs to spare
The hanging rocks-no culprts there
The spouting rocks-where now and then
wave rolls in and out again,
Canonicut, and Beavcr-TaiI,
glorious spot to view gale
Where in boat in Northwestern,
I've sailed and fished with friend Sylvester.
Here too for saint and sinner lies
An open road to Paradise
And not far off is purgatory,
Of which they tell full many a story
At least one tale is often tod
How here lover young and bold,
worthless fair ones heart to win
Jumped clear across and back again.
Here you can walk and bathe and ride,
And do thousand things beside;
Bag woodcock, snipe, and quail and plover,
If you've the skill to knock them over;
Or if for larger game your itch 49,
There's sheldrakes, coots and water-witches
OF angling too if you are fond,
There's lots of perch in Easons pond:
Or if perchance it be your wish
To throw your line for other fish,
Go to the rock encircled shore,
Round which the waves of ocean roar;
There the most wtless, stupid ass,
Will scarcely fail to catch a bass;
While any dull or lazy dog,
May haul in many fat tautog.
Here the speaker was interrupted by the littI
nan in short jacket, who denounced all fals
statements either in prose or verse, and avowet
himself matter of fact fellow altogether, and de
Jared that he could not hear without contradcting
assertions utterly untrue those which ha,
ust been made. bass he pronounced to be a fis
most dfcnlt to catch, and said that even black
ish was not to be taken by every ninny. Amids
he speculation, argument and controversy whcl
we're thus introduced, a comica fellow from the coun
ry, who goes by the name of Naaman, and wh
lad slowed himself and his short pipe away in tin
corner, volunteered a song which he sung, in tru
'ankee twang, that Hackett would have enved
o a well known national air:
Old Hickory will soon retire.
And leave his present station;
wonder whom you next desire,
To rule the yankee nation.
You, surely will not vote for White
That Southern Nullifier;
For should he conquer in the fight,
The Union would expire.
The wiggies' hero cannot be
Elected President sir,
And Webster's chance we all agree
Amt worth single cent sir
Then if in comfort you would live,
And find your joys enduring,
Your votes next fall you all must give
For JOHNSON and VAN BUREN.
In the midst of the applause which this song pro
luced, your humble servant-who being of an ag
90 tender to be admitted into full communion witt
he club, had hid himself behind the door-concu
led it was best to emerge and vanish, lest he nigh
DC discovered and not allowed the privilege of go
ng out as quietly as he came in. He had run som,
'isk but he had done under the influence of tn,
Did adage nothing venture nothing gain" What
ever that gain was has been shared patrons will
you; and he begs leave in conclusion to declare,
That whilst each morning he can take
Such comfort with his johny-cake,
While he can WELD an arm or leg,
He'll never condescend to be-:
But if by what he now has written,
With some regard for him you're smitton,
Do as you oft have done before,
Whilst he stood hoping at the door,
Pull out your purse and then your money,
nd saw IN him tbere'. nipanapco bo,oy
For your address I'm still your debtor,
81 never read one, lik'd better.'
January LIST, 1886.
THE IDLENESS OF DOGS.