Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1840-05-21
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THE WHITE I;oUsE.

April 2l,h-MoRNING.
Fan Buren, (.Sotus.) How heavily the
hours OF ycsternight
DID drag along their snaIl-paccd miseres,
Converting time, that nature had designed
To be u sweet restorative to new
Aud vigorous purposes and cheerful thoughts,
Into stormy sea OF gathering troubles,
Most rudely rolling over this poor head
The humblest slave, that lives beneath this
proud
And ample roof, has better far slept out
His still, untroublcd hours, than |, master
And head and sovereign arbitcr of all
Within these prlncely walls. On my hot brain
The deafcnIng roar Of cannon fingers still
Aud thoughts compulslve paint Virginia now
The theatre Of tTumphs And for WHOM?
That titled FARMER Of North Bend. hate
him!
Here's smooth faced Roane. Most cuttingly
III rate him
For his false news and narrow means Of
knowledge.
Enter RoANE.)
Roane. With shame do confess that most
unwitlngy
J did mslead your hopes Of counting still
Upon Virginia's votes.
Fan BWen: Indeed !-'Twere well
~ lute confessions, costing cOurty breath,
Could but redeem the substantive regard
] once did entertain for your discretion.
Roane: Most honored Sir: no faulty, un-
whipped dog,
Crouch,ng beneath his masters angry eye,
Did ever ieel more humbled
IAN Buen: Cruelty
You did deceive me and in point wherein
All my ambition, still to hold secure
The station where my will is more imperial
Than crowns aud sceptres ever could allow,
Did place high confidence OF ull success.
My plain, republican simplicity is no more
To catch mems tancics, and to hunor well
That bold equality of rights we boast:
To which, in good degree, said amen.
This comes oi my humility: you have
Greatly deceived me, Sir.
Roane: Not by design.
Ian Butn Be it design or folly, It's the
same,
Thus lifting up my hopes to throw them down
From higher emlnence. Sir, mark the terms
Of this, your iailhless letter, (sho,Vs The letter.
sent to me
From the Potomac, Creek, wherein you say,
UeW hoid a good ffleen majority!
Aye, and IN most particular confidence,
You set down Fredericksburg as safe
With all adjoining, for our benefit
Sir, where Is Fredericksburg
Rodne There, must ! own
My calculations prudence did outrun.
Fan Bwen: Where is your own true
Rodne: There too
| was at fault.
IAN Bwen Madness and fury (Shakes
has fist IN has face in no, one poor point
,to I;c
tons
Roaae: And old Tom Richie he too, you
we'll know,
Was quite as confident-and quite as green.
Ian Buren There, Roans, you're right.
He is, in verify,
A shrunk old woman-6tter to invent
Brief cradle hymns for infants, Than attempt
The strong encounter Of maturer wits.
ROane : la keeping with opinions ex
pressed,
Duncan and Weller gave descriptive skotch
Or ancient Tip, as but feeble thing
A remnant Of humanity, whose mind
Was shattered like his body, by the hand
Oi busy Time. Then what could infer,
When he was put upon the course with one
Whose greater vigor, mightier mind, and
Do no, onts,ip his duler qualities
Fan Buren Well, Billy Roane, it is not
~ my heart
To be at issue with so good friend,
SO very shlllul Wiling, too, withal,
With marked desire To give an ample scope
To our deserts. So there. my hand. (Th.y
tp,Lrace)
Rodne. Your goodness has so far outrun
NY hopes
or reconciliation. that | do repent
Duncans aud Wclcr's influence.
Enter WoJDuURY and KrSpALL.l
kmioH: t.igih 10 Uoodbuyy) Heard
you that .h0Incless reach Of self de.
bsscnHnt:
BY all NY hopes, If long we stpnd unseen,
Wen 6nd chronlclcr of our deserts
la this NngIDi,h ups,ar To blm, Levi.
Uoodbury. ITO Fan Buren, To you my
mus proiuuhd aud true regards.
ITO Roane The morning air nsyhap, the
morning news
Has moved your proud, Vrgnian blood, that
Ia terms ungusrded ~ our friends you speak.
Duncan and Weller.
Roane. In 90 light esteem
I entertain what yoU or they may think,
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