The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1845-01-16
[For the New York Herald.l
The Presidents Levee.

WAeHlNGTONUM,
Our tribute to the day we bring
Come pass the toast around
Bravo o the Herald's enterprise
Peace and roast beef abound
Christ save the ladies, all amen
Source Of our joy and tears.)
Drain, General, drain your best champagne,
In q blessing on the desrs.
We love them as we love the sun
After cloudy spell
The young-the old-aye, every one,
The spinster and the belle.
Bet, your guitar, my pet. sweet Bet
Run DER your symphonee,
And strike the string, while we shall sing
The Presidents leyee.
The New Year comes, with the genial light
And warmth of opening spring;
And the girls like April butterflies,
The avenue is throngd al! through,
As far as you can see,
With the grave and gay, all on their way
To the Presidents levee.
We've walked up from the Capitol,
A straight and measured mile
But where's good Martin Rannahan,
With his ACCUSTOMED smile :?
And, by st. Paul the people all
Are mix d in the melee,
To find old John, and the goingson
At honest Johns levee.
| beg your pardon, General G.,
For tramping on your toes;
My hat against your nose;
And" Jesus how they squeeze us, |" now,
To that small room, where he,
Old John attends to greet his friends,
This New. Years Day lcvee.
All! here at last and this is calld
The Elliptical Saloon
Come, friends, don't jam quite 50 fast,
You'll haul up just as soon.
A plain old chap is honest John,
As we and all agree,
Plain as herring and as thin
But where's the great levee
Good morning, Mr.. President,
A happy New Year, sir,
And to the bonny White House BRIDE
The same in full to ner.
And to her fair friends ranged In line,
All conqueripg as we see,
A lucky aing Of the sjlken string,
This New.Year's Day levee."
Thus passd we neighbor Brown and !,
Into the famh East Room
With its old and dingy Competing,
And general air Of gloom
Long John, or lang, above the gang,
stood like tower" while we
Were squee zing in, through thick and thin,
To hunt up the levee.
And jolly rum old Commodores,
And Ministers in lace,
And Middies, stumbling DER their swords,
Were clustered in the place
Calhoun, Cave johnson, w. H. Polk,
All sociable and free,
Were looking round, with cir profound,
Like us, for the levee.
And round and round. we wound and wound,
Amongt he radiant bellies
And high and low subordnates,
And plain and fancy swells.
And every soul did seem perpexd,
And vexd as much as we,
That the mnsic OF the red-coat band,
And single grip Of Ty ler's hand,
And squeeze in the crowd, and place to stand,
And the best grin that you could command,
For the ladies smiles SO warm and bland,
And ansre at the would be great and grand,
And sigh and look out for the land,
Made up old Johns levee.
Not even a bite of bread andcheese
The thing was hardly fair,
Not even taste OF de rie,
Although the smell was there
Nothing TO eat nor TO imbbe,
Bat every thing TO see
A days subscription, one would think.
Had raised some fruits, and cakes and drink,
For the Presidents levee.
Well done, Old veto alter ALL
And to his winsome wife;
But few responsibilities,
And long and loving life k
God bless our land-land Of the brave,
The beautiful and free;
But IL next new year, Uncle Sam,
Don't treat his friends to something Jam,
A bite to eat, and gerteel dram,
We would not give Cape Cod clam,
Or single continental d-m,
For the Presidents levee Boz
,e, and not the fat French lsv.vay.