Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1847-01-21
From the Boston Journal.
New England and New Englandcrs.
TO A NEW YORKER, WHO sCOFFE1
AT YANKEES.

You spoke il in contempluous scorn -
To me il breaihes OF fame.
I'm proud Of my nativity,
love New England's hills
Each babbng brook and valley green,
With pride my bosom fills.
love her woods and rugged rocks,
love her wave.washed shore,
dearly love at hush Of eve
To list her breakers roar.
We've mountains high as any, sir,
New York has ever seen,--
Mount Tom, the yerdant Holyoke,
The White, and vaulung Green.
We have both lakes and rivers, sir,
Fen them you need not spurni
Although not quite 50 large as yours,
We end they " serve our turn.
Our fisheries Ger the world iamed,-
We've mackerel, shad, and cod,
And herring are wondrous thick,
We sell them by the rod
We've quarres,--many Of them, sir,
OF marble, granite, slate;
And as for manuiactories,-
Can you beat US in your State
And look at all our cities proud
Boston Ill name the first, sir;
New York will have 10 stir herself,
Or Boston yet will worst her.
Nature has favored your New York,
She could not well be less;
But Boston's grown by might Of man,
This truth all must confess.
Look al her mansions stately, grand
Look at her wharves and ships
Look at her sons, and daughters too,
Those precious pilgrim slips
Look at her Common" airy, large
Then look on Bunkers height,
And see that column towering high,
Memorial Of the fight
Now visit her asylums, sir
Insane, and deaf, and blinds
Then think OF those your State can boast
Can You our betters find
Sweet Auburn! mimic paradise
When fire from heart has lied,
We loan our dead to people thee,
Till God shall raise the dead;
Thy flowers they smile heart-soothingly,
Thy birds requiem sing,
When we with slow and measured tread,
To thee our loved ones bring
Old Newport billow Graded, see,
On Rhody's verdant isle
IT'S there old Ocean shakes his name,
There sweet does nature smile;
Look at her haTbor sheltered, SALE
Look at her heightened beach,
Go, stand upon its shining sand,
And hear dame Nature preach.
New Haven with its shady elms,
And Hartford with its charter;
Connecticut my native State
Say, can you find smarter'
The Empire State is your New York,
| own il beats oil natur,"
But still give me the Nutmeg State,-
Where shall we find gTaterS''
We've railroads good Ones) and canals,
But here my courage pitches:
Town you'll beat me on this heat,
New York has bigger bitches.
Look al our llterati, sir
We've Graded genius
Come-count your great ones by our side,
And sec which has the fewer.
There's Parsons, Sherman, Adams, SIR,
All wreathed in bays Of glory
The bar New Engsnd's bar, sir,
Can boast--in Justice Story
Silliman--Q uincy-Dana-Ware-
Webster (the old word MANI
Our statesmen look at honest joint!
And Adams-Webster (Dan y
Benjamin franklin tell me, sir,
You that can boast "bg Thunder
Say will he play with lightning, sir,
And never dodge from under.
Macdonough, Perry, Morris, Hull,
Green, Putnam, Stark and Allen
With freedoms martyr Nathan Hale,
And valiant General Warren.
And there s those sons of type we boast,
In Greeley-Prentice-B urritt-
One almost equals Babel, sir
The others-wholl outwi;2
And Fisher Ames remember, sir
The merchant, Billy Gray,
And Edwards, Edward Everett,
And Wuyland, Dwight and Day.
A man there is who is far famed,
Jonathan Slick-Jack Downing
guess he is New England's child,
He's worthy Yankee GROWING
And there's our Marsh we glory in,
And If our marshes yield
Fruit that New England's proud 10 own,
Meier boast your richer field.
Divinity can bring some names
For goodness famed, and learning
A Payson, Brainard, Grswold, Ware,
A lIeecher, and Claiming
Go search DER Asins burning sand
The mission ground-who oils
A Newell, Judson, Gordon, Hall,
Martyr, and Mills.
Ask England of we Yankees, sir
She III think Of Boston tea
She think of Perry, Captain Hull,
Those vctors on the sea
OF Hancock, and John Adams, sir,
Brave I" sink or swim yes, he,
Who dared defy her power and might,
And scorned to bend the knee.
There's Weld of abolition fame,
And Garrison and Burlegh;
II they'd the rule in these our States,
They'd turn US "topsy turvy."
Miller who tried 10 end the world,
And Smith Of Mormon glory,
New England does not boast oil them,
But they are named in story.
And think Of Rhody's Tommy, sir,
mean her Tommy Dorr
He's not the biggest man she's got,
But then he made war.
There's Jackson's Amos Kendall, sir,
(Now pray don't call me sarcy')
But when you lacked Governor,
Did not we give you Marcy'
So richly blest, we can afford
To lei some wander FORTH
Your Hamilton she owes us one"
Her polar starts North.
We always have been generous,
! hope you've not forgot
That when your Union wished head,
That then we loaned you Mott.
Our famous artists call TO mind
Stewart, TTumbull, Aston,
Alexander, Hall, and Greenough,
And highly gined Malone.
The muse can also boast some names
A Tiillhouse, Willis, Lowell,
A flalleck, Brninard, Longieow,
A Pierpont, Gould, and Rockwell,
Hale, Sigouiney, Park, Peabody,
Snraane nacon Tuckerman