The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-08-26


There rolls u tide, (ns through sluice,)
Of Whiskey and tobacco juice
4 nauseoGa stencil that lido en,its,
And as it flows, around it tlits
A swarm Of gictn flies, chat by stealth
Approach and drink their fav'site filth.
Sec his thin nose--his treacherous eye
His brow marked with black villainy--
His head now bald, and now a scratch
Tied on it, meath which vermin hatch.
+ pettifogger--brawliug fool,
OF !als, as ignrant as mulo;--
Rraying -sclceching- shrili and hoarse.
By turns is heard his frghtiul voice.
The jury he disgusts-he shocks
Tho Judge, as law he wounds and mocks,
While round the bar loud mrth is stirr'd,
The wink is seen-the jest is heard.
If clients wish their suits 10 lose,
He is the man for them to choose,
For not a case, no boots how plain,
DID he, or can he ever gain.
Hear you scoundrel, hear and winco,
Twist w!ithe ye while my lash inp,ints
Its stripes upon your finehing back,
A!rs; ty scair'd, and bruised, and black.
Acknowledgements
Practising every crime in vogue
The work-honse lack. its lawful prey,
Till shu! within it's walls you lilo.
Licentious wretch VIC saw you put
within nc5ros sGua'a hut,
Your base-born sh: pring, ,.eIo to lie
In hunger, and in misery.
Monster brute would blush and hide
At slch horrid afanticidc.
And when your S';;caya ask'd tho pay
For buryiag tie poor cnss-a-wsy.
Yo bpsaly tried = rsPut;a:s,
And cheat the negro of the debt.
h Ia,1g ard i.Ap at evil deed.
Nor common sanse--HoT yirtpa heeds
A truracn s2t-- gambling wretch
VINO i oliuat his q ID, = cent to CATCH
puppy-blackg oaYd-libor,inc
Cheat-rowdy-dog- fit mate for swine
Flush blush oh poor Humanity!
That saeh hend Gisgraces Thea.
Now to the other LET me turn
Pshaw what p-,ty--'poor conctrn,"
Iscarce Can speak o. him at all,
He's such miserable soul.
There see his stupid, cGeGnt stare,
I'D ,i,n iul n.a' !,.y
His eyes protrudc apasl his brows,
And leave, in the background his noac,
Aud oh ! such eyes, so muddy keen
They'd make you think Of cianls ,yssni
See too, his forehead, why 'tis plain,
The man has buta numbsllull's BRAIN
His face from chin to eyebrows mark,
OF intellect there's not spark.
Behold his nuck collar bears,
Which he with meek submission wsars;
He does not dare 10 speak word,
Tia! is not b. LIS keepers heard,
Lest he, poor soul, OF sense bOTeft,
BY speaking might bhlray his craft
Might 1T ii party secret out
And cause a locofcco rout.
A strict surveillance too, they keep
UPON his pen. lest there might slip
Forth from it some untoward line,
Their rotten eause to undermine.
You laundering fool, more fit by far
Had you continued still "doun thar,"
Behind greasy counter Pennd,
Tobacco, rum, and gin to vend,
While ragged negroes mado your store,
A den Of not and uproar,
Where sober footsteps did not tread
Where decency neer showed its head.
And when persuaded that disgrace
Didst hover round q course so base,
That you were low, and mean, and vile
You turned TO read the law a while,
But finding soon your torpid brain,
Conn'd over Blachstone's page in vain
You threw aside each musly book
To scribbiing then straightway betook,
q A sample to the world 10 give,
OfNh hat simpleton could live.
B!ockhead-zany-f,upd numbskull,
Your sentences are dead and dull
Bulloon, nincumpoop. scnseless wight,
Ridiculous is each line you write,
Each week, nauseous sckcning dose
Is TIL editorial you compose,
While thai your Master hands you in
Is just as filthy and unclean.
Your readers sick and tired grown
Ere long will rise and hiss you down,
AS did a crowd at Centrevile,
When you, your sPaechiying skill
Got up to trY-hut prov'd, alas,
Instead of an orator, an oss.CE)
Oh lack-a-day! he had not got
Tho MiLFonp BARD 10 write it ont,
As he did til speech he read us here
Last Independence day, a-yoai.
I've drawn them nuw the ass and ,cheip,
And though they had MORE HmpinE help,
I'll let tina, pass, and drop my pen,
Until they need, scratch again.
BRIARS
Eikten. August, ls4s