The herald., 1837-05-03
The Birth and Adventures Of a Bank Bill,

And twisted into little threads,
Fdr basy oms and slaves 70 serve.
They tore me into finest Strings,
Such as the spider spins al dawn,
And fitted ne for choicest things,
Then took and wove ise into lava.
Bat soon travepd TO a shon,
And found myselfdsne up with ca o;
To Ladies was ne'er forgot,
But shown 10 all the pretty fair.
Now cor.es an era ia my HE,
The thought does make me trembl. still
With thrilling extacy and strife
was not then printed bill
An Ausel in lovely tom,
As bright and beautiful as Habe
Came softly az hallow'd NON,
That pc pa Upon apious deed.
A clerk witt rings in SNOWY p'rade,
Ualolded !. with silly wiles;
My ransom quick she gladly paid.
Ard sent me home with many smiles.
The scissors there she ssed with care,
Together then she sew'd iheparts-
Icasnot tell do declare,
The dress she mldc-tyoad break all heats '
Ye Gods, how shall speak the rest
Ye bealx and apes, and dandy cts,
CSuli yc but know aoa was bless'd,
What miracle could save your wits.
How of I've wrap'd her sylph like linbv,
And been TO her the only veil
While birds wer, singing morning hymns,
And ZephJrs floating on the gale
Could yoa behold the glowing charms
That BIZ m hraeath my co oliag shade;
whatfears, and tr lnspsrts, and alarms,
Would rise, and tie soul invade.
Icannot see, b Il that's not nuch
Who everf, It the JOYS feel;
The sanss, the mad Gng sense of,eucks
lean no mors-my scnsts reel.
Iuaderwent ablGt'9ns deep,
To purify and q .as.eme white,
But this was only once week,
then returad with fresh delignt,
This could not last, soon was worn
To tatterd rags, ANDY ~ shredsi
O'ii that e'er shsul have been born,
To taste Of bliss, the poson'd dress.
They toro me up in little strips,
To budap woands aud putf.a sores;
Al length lly among the chps,
Until they sw9epd me out Of doors.
Immersed in filth, my former pride
Lay noa ingn the Shiny ril;
That in the gutter rolls IFS tide
ofi,vers, plaques, and v hat you VII.
A ksxom lass, lttls swiss,
inpity saw my abjcct fate
There's noli ilg wo III sous they mis-,
50, quick she chang q my sloorsy state.
Another epoch marks me here
To he remembered long, trust;
They took me to mill that's near,
And shortly & ound me into dast.
Fair paper, t5cn,I rssc to be,
Just ready for tn. 'eraver's art;
A poll hid face as you may SEQ,
And spollcss as a virgin heat.
Then Washington and Franklin stood
80 nobly drawn, il magic se,m'd.
My credit, silver weighed, a flood,
A splendid sight, ,hooghi, 81 dresm'd.
Behold me now, aad mark my fame,
while men and women on naS doat;
"The shadow Of mighty name
am, my Substance is a note
I'm now the idol Of tha ,owa,
Or was some few short months ago,
But now I'm sinking in renown,
Amid tn general plant of woe.
To me what homsge has been paid.
What temples iiis'd u foughou TIE land.
Byvo,aries Of ev'ry grase,
WHO though, they built above the sand.
No beauty parting from her love,
Has ever felt such Inward grief,
As those 4 eft behind, TO rove
About The town, and b-,ng relief.
I've be N cxehang d for lots and swampe,
Far churches, houses, and for gold;
And sometimes TO, I've had the crarpps,
From buying all that c uld be sold
Ipaid hundred debts one day,
And travel'd with me Tnhtning's speed,
What bliss shed amongst the gay,
While swapping me for ev'ry need.
A. length INTO bankrupt's grasp
Cell, while wandering on my course;
Hc in book did lock me fast,
To make afriend If things grew wer>c,
with him alosely daughter grew,
Jsst Ikea rose IN opening blcow,
That sadly droopI j. rrornins dew.
Or love in tears beside the tomb.
sba saw tho working OF his mind.
Bencaththat calm and careless air.
What mcass will nat a daughter find,
Totaat the arrows Of despair.
lie gazJ upon that diprlcd alin,
And snw the devil 10 her ace;
SAe seem "a 10 mock the Hell within
With such a cold AMI hcartless grace.
wiihucmbI,nr hands he drew me out,
And cast meat The ssraph's feet;
I'm ui n'd-b1r,ta frengi'd shout
We'll, welcome rum here we meet
NY former joys were all rane~d,
She thrust me ia hcr snowy hcar,
Among those charms still unsubdu'd,
That bed the propset gives the bcssd.
Then tuning te erffantic sire,
She said, the wealth bcstow'd on me,
To deck me out as fashions heir,
I've sav'a 20 meet lhis stormy sea.
But soon left IN sacred vale,
To wander forth with sad regret;
The Rank Al sight of INC grew pale,
And turn'd me out I'm rowing seil
JpRy, the Hungarian Bri9and. .-Recen
from Europe informs us Of the suicide o
able man. In late Paris Journal, we