The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-01-07
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The PRESENT the broad surface of this vast,
This mighty deep, aye covers up the past,
Still deeper grow the CATERING waters. Day
Follow day, each burying up the last. walls
Throughout the widespread earth when peace pre-
No mutl'ring surge appears, nor angry spray,
But placid is the bosom of the sea.
How heaves that bosom, by thousand gales,
When mob and riot, strife and war uprear
Their helsh fronts. All Irghtiul then appear
The foam-capp'd ayes as hcaven~ard they swell.
Maa is the Storm God of this sea- Yea he
Doth wake the gusts that move it, or doth still,
Its angry waters-eilher at his will.
Kind readers of the Wing descend with me,
A brief way down into this sombre sea.
Just sixteen months its waters have closed DER
Since first the Wing was welcomed to your door;
IT'S an exotic plant" the l0kies cried
"By Cecil soil il neer can be supplied
With nutriment, to give it life and growth,
Twill pine away and die in early youth"
False prophets hey-Sustaned by your kind hands,
It has grown ups and lhrivingly it stands.
The Loco tree that long the soil engross'd,
And held itself an all -subdung host,
Now treats the Whiggish shoot with due respect,
And grants it stands as high and as erect;
The CARRIER BOY ayers with thankful pride,
1t tow'relh higher, and spreadeth out more vide.
And still may it Ego ahead,'
May its branches wider spread,
Higher may it rear its head,
Still by loco rant unmoved.
May it flourish till it blooms
Over ysn''s tomb,
Growing better-tor there's room
Still, for it 10 be improved.
Joined to her idols long old Cecil stood,
Long she preferred the evil to the good,
Long did her willing neck, consent to wear
The Loco yoke, though grievous twas to bear,
But wiser crown. she now fain would be free,
From the dread chains of false Democracy.
true Wing sheriff she can now al-Foard,
Outrooed are The locoloco horde,
Who held as by Hereditary right,
For years. the sherin'S place, without respite.
When tn October war came near,
For battle did the Wings prepare,
Good their cause--they felt no fear,
Their mild motto LET US try"
Fierce and Vigorous was the fight
Locos batted with their mi ghl-
Their proud watchward day and X lnigM,
"Forward let us do die"
Though fierce they fought-lhey bet more fierce
But found ihat dear, at amy Price;
Ills money from his pocket swept,
Luckey TO his Chambers went
There he sat him down and wept,
And in grief his brceches rent.
Though Maryland is swayed by loco rule,
Because the wings in their strong holds turned fool
Conscious she did her part with valor act,
Old Cecil proudly stands with head erect
From her cscutcheon wi ped the damnng blot
OF black reputation, has she not
just cause for pride at the firm stand, that she
Did take for honor and for honrsy}
Reputation oh my country! must
I hat rogush doctrine ever with its pail,
Mantle thy name. Forbid it all that's just,
Relig ion, honor, truth-lorbid it all.
But There's influence in example,
Under present circumstances, what
Can we expect? Our Presidents sample
OF all that's base-a Nations blot
John Tyler is an unprincPled traitor,
An Arnod-a repudiator.
lie has repudiated the debt
lie owed The great wing party;
In vain they ,oed-in vain they SWEET,
In eighteen hundred and forty
Him to elect. Now traitor turned,
lie spurns them, and in turn is spurned.
OF all his rascally acts need not tell,
on all kind patrons know his deeds full well,
His vetoes, his removals, and the spleen,
He vented on his friends you all have SEEN
His "smuH potatoe" acts have reached us here,
During the period Of the ended year.
With princely pomp in chair o! State he sat,
And t'concave solemn called his cabinet
John Beauchamp jones' among the rest of course
'Oh Corp'ral's Guard" he cried with stentor voice
"A great aud weighty matter claims your tact,
With wisdom and with skill r,pare to act
The Cecil Wing most unloyal Sheet
Mordecai like, reflseth at our feet
To bow,--to Clay he cngs and calls us knaves,
Traitors and fools, and locofoco slaves.
Write therefore Wicklffe on this wise,
No longer shall he advertise,
The letter list, for il doth pay
Nine dollars in year they say"
"Twill break him up'' Jones loudly roared,
"Good," "good' responded all the Guard.
The mandate came and was obey'd-
The Wing lives still-still undismay'd.
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