Litchfield enquirer., 1838-09-13
FOR THE LITcHFIELD ENQUIRER
THE, TORYAD.
BY PEREGRINH PEPpERPo

BY PEREGRME FEPPERPoD, ESQ
As late l sat, in musing mood,
Reclining in my elbow chair,
Old Morpheus waved his wizard wand,
And beck'd me to the dreaming land,
Aud babe me note the wonders there.
My clogs and letters oil fell Off
was spirit light and airy;
And 10! trod "the land Of nod
With the noiseless footsteps Of fairy.
And time and space were absent then
did not move 40 other men,
But in the compass Of q minute
Surveyed the world and all things in it.
looked in at the Hermitage,
But the "revered and honOred sage"
Fatigued with fights and glorious quarrels,
Lay snoring on his bed Of laurels.
pass'd him by-but, with mind
Worn with tho sorrows Of mankind
halted at famous city,
To leave benson of pity,
For disappointment and Despair,
Had built their habitations there.
Twas midnight nj the Capitol,
And silence deep regn'd over all,
Save in the chaimhersot the great,
Where, wearied with the cares Of State,
Full many proudly pillowed head,
Rolled restless on its downy bed.
Some uttered grOans and stifled screams,
AS if harass'd with frightfnl dreams,
Orfalk d Of Clay" 1.-THE banks" and Bijdle,
And swore they could not solve the riddle.
And others, seen by taper light,
Who kept their vigils through the night,
Were coming DER the late elections,
With faces sour d by sad reflections.
Some, proud to have their greatness seen,
Struttcd the floor with pompous mien,
And knit their brow with frequent scowls,
And talk d, and looked as grave as owls.
turned away. The scene was shifted
A crowd had sought the palace door,
Tosee the "gallant and the gifted"
!. And hear the western lion" roar.
Ho! sound the news with shouts and drums
The great Tecumseh-kiler comes!
And with him, 'twixt sneer and laugh,
Stalks boldly forth his better half
Fit prize to bless the hcro's arms
How shall paint her matchless charms!
No locks we're Ger her forehead flung,
Like marble dome with clouds o'eEhung--
No pencil!'d veins, OF bright blue eyes
Had caught their lusicr from the skies
No ruby lips, nor rosy cheeks,
Had robb'd the morning Of its streaks-
But nature-partial whom she blesscs,
Colored and curl'd her raven tresses,
And carved her lips Of monstEous size,
And gave her two prodigous eyes.
Her cheeks Of changeless hues were made,
Dyed in the WOOL they ne'er can fade
Essence Of ebony and haywood, 90
And sweeter than the bowers of dogwood.''
Yet some denounced the warriors taste,
HIS choice but proved the adage right,
He loved darkness more than light"
But on they strutted, side by side,
The gallant Colonel and his BRIDE
And to the shouting populace 80,
She turned aside her MMshiRg face,
And smiles sat on il, as she how'd,
Like rainbOws on thuRdcr-cloud.
10! as they stood, creation slept,
But earthquakes thunder'd rs thew Sfepf
One would have thought the crew Internal
Had flock'd to hear the gallant Colonel,
And swell tho ch'Fus Of applause,
Ger balter'd heads and broken Jaws.
Our here. BY their shouts inspired,
And oil et once with glory fired -r
Leaving his partner at q jump,
tic safely landed ON a stump,
And, stretching forth his warrior-arm,
he thus began 10 sonnd tho alarm:
What glorious sights and sounds are these,
That meet my eyes and load the breeze!
They re but the gliInmerings Of the flames
That hlazed along the banks of Thames
They're but the echo OF the roar
That folIow'd me along that shore.
Did not kill the great Tccmmseh
And halt his tribe, with lead and rum, sir!
And cut his wives and chldren's threats,
10 stop their wild and wicked notes! -.. BE-
And did not, in yon,ler hall,
Fight priests and popcs, and conquer all
And sign The Sunday Mail Report"
That cut the reign of bigOls short, .
And sent them hence to earn their dinners
by flattering saints and scolding sinners!
Bu, now tho day more dismal seems,
And fearful omens haunt my dreams;
The phantoms Of election day
Throng through my brain in dark array,
And Federal forms before me At,
Like the dim spccters of the pit
As with the eye Of prophecy
] see the day is drawing nigh,
When wings shall gain the supper hand
And priests and bisots rule the land.
For 10! at every Federal gate,
The horrid ghost Of Church and State
Stalks to and fro, and shakes his staff,
And mocks me with dcmoniac hugh.
see their gibbifs ready made
The hnngman's rope. the Sections spade
And off, in drear and hollow tones,
] hear the dust and gravel stones
Fall rumbling on the coffin-lid
Where some poor democrat is hid.
Oh sh,,n them ns you'd shun the breakers,
They'll hang us as they hung the qnakers!'
The speaker pansd-his speech was ended;
As from the rostrnm he descended,
A handicapped Of plaudi.s broke,
And mid the uproar Iawoke.
litchfeld, Sept 3, 1888.