Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1848-12-08
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FOR SALT RIVER,

G,nrov J. Pillow, Leader Of " the Band"
THOMAS R1rcHIE, (alas nous rerrons,I Pilot.
"s Circumstances have placed it in our power
to furnish you speedy passage. Insurance has
been effected against Polk Stalks"
The receipt OF copy of the above ticket
by a respectable office holder in Philadelphia
has given rise to the following lines. 10
this miserable piece of badinage we are in
debted for one OF the happest jeuT d'esPr1t
which the present times have produced. Wei
think with the correspondent who has for
warded the verses to us, that " we may as
well be merry as sad " under our dlsappont-
ment. The defeat came on US like a shower
bath but one shock, and all was over Ii
operated as tonic, and leaves the patient
stronger and firmer than ever. Our friends a.
mong the wings may as we'll spare their wit
less witticisms, and their affected sympathes.
They are thrown away upon US. We are too
old cam paigners TO care for such paper shot.
They proposed TO stake US back to old Vir-
ginny." Many thanks fer their kindness!-
We desire no better place than this polished
and refined metropolis, where we find many
kind heart and cordial welcome. Besides, our
place is here We have some political work
10 do here in the course of the next four years.
We have to assist in rowing them up Salt NV
er, as we did in IA, after our defeat in '4O-or
rather they will assist us 10 row themselves up
A SALT RIVER VOYAGE.
BY SAMUEL D. PATTERSON.
For the head Of Salt rirer! In strength and in
pride
The good bark "DEMocRAcY" floats on the tide
Her anchors awei gh-her provisions are stored
And all that she needs is the pilot on board.
Her decks are all clean, and her rigging all tort,
And her crew, men who fear not, and will not be
bought
And alof from the masthead her flag is displayed,
With the motto. "DEFEATED, DUT NEVER DIS
MAYED"
Her commander brave Glass; on the quarterback
stands.
And his brow lights with pleasure, his bosom ex-
pands.
AS, prouder than victor, he marks with delight
The bold hearts and free that be led to the fight.
And BUrLER is there, the chivalric and true,
Whose courage no quaiIing or taItering e'er
knew,
With the same noble bearing, the eye of fire,
That melting in peace, could in battle inspire.
And here comes the Pilot. Elastic his tread,
As it was ere Time scattered its SHOWS DER bis
head;
But those SHOWS, as they fell, could no GOODNESS
impart,
To dampen the fervor and zeal of his heart.
'Tis the veteran R1TCHIE-the patriot who stirred
In the souls of his brethren answering chord,
And wakened the echoes of valley and hill,
With Democracys clarion lofty and shrlll.
His hands on the heIm--see, the signal is spread
On hoard, one and ALL ere our bark moves ahead
| There's "a good time before u.s., and frolc and
elee
| Our transit shall mark DER this wonderful sea.
| Captain Lynch, DER the sites Of dead cities may
sail,
And the arts and fair science his coming may hail
But nought on his log will instruct or amuse
Like the sights we shall sec on our Salt river
| cruise.
Embarked on our voyage, our course we'll pursue,
Observing each object that rises to view;
Enjoying the prospect-but noting with care
! Wherever rapid or rock may appear.
And lookout We'll keep, lest the lubbers above,
In the heat of their ardor the zeal of their love
For the plumber and spoiIs, on our bows should be
thrown,
And use themselves up, in their haste to come
dO,Vn.
And then the old relics we'll meet on the way,
Odd notions and projects which 1ourished their
day,
But had g obsolete" grown, in wing parlance, be-
Good reason-those wings could not make all our
laws.
Now whiggery's triumph will galvanise all
And che and another the mighty and small,
Of these favorite whims we shall find, as VIC go,
Floating down, with the tide, TO the regions below
A National Bank will most likely be met
Taking precedence, justly, whiggery's pet
Coming down, on broad horn, with CLAY at the
Tugging hard. with his comPeers, to bring it a.
shore.
Its marble may shine in the rays of the sun,
AS SERGEANT and CLAYTox are aiding it on;
But, bright as the vision may be to the eye,
| Ills sepulchre whitened that there we descry.
Immortal for aye will thy memory be,
Brave JACKSON, the guardian and shield of the
free
| Thy hand drove the monster in terror, to hide
In the caves at the head of the Salt river tide
And should the grim tyrant again strive to bind
nation in letters, enslaving the mind,
May some patriot arm, like thine own, strike
blow
For the rights of people in bondage laid low
And next, round headland, looms up into view
A craft called " The Tariff Of old 42"-
A tight little vesse!--but widely she yaws,
For the helmsman, through tripping, or some 9TH
er cause,
Seems little to heed whether evil or good
Shall come to "the tariff" on Salt rivers food.
The were all Embellishments object was
won--
The rest will be known when the voyage is done
speck on the waters. An Indian canoe,
| With the speed of an arrow, the pillows cleaves
through;
One occupant only is there; and his eyes
| Roll wildly around, as in doubt or surprise.
IT'S WEBSTER, the "gOdlike," who hastens along
Among, though not of, the great carnival throng
And his uplifted voice trembles strangely enow,
AS he wistfully asks US, " Where shall 60 ?"
A black flag behold, as fat-boat draws nigh
lis no rose scent we breathe, nor yet Araby':
sigh;
who are these On the flag abolition appears,
And beneath, the proud name eff VAN BUREN il
bears.
LO! John, the great Prince" leads the. ebony
land,
! Whose loud strains of music are borne to the land
While HALE, the Immaculate, guides on its way
The boat, to the tune of The deriPs IN 1aa."