Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-11-22
THE MIRROR.

Who, tos,'d upon the Ocean wave
That by the angry winds are torn,
Are striving hard to leave Cape Horn,
And steer course towards that land,
Whereby this firm, united band,
All hands resolved and very bold
There " i'll he scrapcd up heaps Of gold.
To you, o band Of brothers strong,
To you dedicate my song.
We to better our condition,
Started on our expedition ;
Left our homes, our wives and daughters,
To cross the wild and troubled waters,
Bound for CALIFoRSIA's shore,
Seventeen thousand miles or more
Which Aoweth not with milk and honey,
But hard, substantial ready money.
Where, if we meet with no reycrses,
Wen ill with shining GOLD our purses.
With friendly eye now let us see
Who tis compose this company.
First comes a man Of good intent,
CoGGEsHALL, who is the President;
Determined, firm, though stern, yet kind,
n RttcT HILL you Couiu not uhh.
DESSIs, our Captain, good and true,
And every inch sailor, too;
And so is CoZZENs, our Chief Mate,-
Although one night when il was late,--
And we were sleeping in our beds,
lie played at tcn-pins DER ow heads.
Then SLoCUM, there's no kinder one,
A jolly boy and fond OF fun,
When Georges in Newport does he sill
Pay nightly visits to --
There's DEMAREsT, whose visage fair
Is covered thick with sprouting hair,
Within week of yester noon,
He has been called Paul Demerhorn. 2
JOHNSON has an education,
Such as all the Yankee nation
Taught their children in times past,
That is, to hold the dollar fast.
Our Treasurer next takes his place.
really wish he'd shave his face
In my opinion none stand higher
Than still and gentle AARON DYRE.
The Secretary, bold and stout,
Why don't he let his beard grow out 3
OF late he's done but little writing
But then he's made il up in fighting.
CHARLEY FALEs, young editor,
Some men do give him credit for
A " ralo Of Truth, in which "A few
Young men who dwell among the crew
Were lightly hit,-tl,ey liked il not,
Whcrcat their anger waxcd most hot;
They threatened vengeance to his eyes,
Unless he should apologize.
ISAIAH CROKER is "A man
Whose slender waist no one could span.
Six men there are whose mournful lot
Is to he bothered with his cot,
Which not long ago we found
Was like pond where frogs abound.
Bold Commodore where did you buy 5
That famous hair and whiskci dye!
And Captain, dear, do tell me when
You mean to stain your beard again.
Now there is quiet BENNY BRows,
No better man came from o,r town.
And MICuEL CoTrRELL, LL,RoBERTCLARK,
You never catch them on "A lark.
To Captain VAUGHN ! am quite partial,
A good man, he was once Town Marshal.
J. BLISS, so stalwart, tall and strong,
With his acrostics comes along 6
In some respects must admit
DEMERHoRN he made hit.
FRED MURPHY, now dear Doctor isit 7
True YOU wrote the "Airy VISIT!
Twill not bc long before you'll find
You should have left your boy behind.
To the Cooks FRED. is no stranger,
His title is the " Gallery Ranger.
OF WARDwELL now it seems to me
No finer man e'er crossed the sea;
He, was told the other night,
That dolefu Tragedy did write. 8
To JOSEPH ARNOLD 'twould be sweet,
Ii he could walk up North Main street
Quickly on deck one night he run,
Where Cozzens was creating fun
Says Arnold, "stop that, don't you know
Twill wake up all the men below''
"Thcy'vc spoilt my sleep for many day
BY stamping,-thus take my pay"
Quoth the mate, as he let fall
Upon the deck the rolling ball,
A Papist here yes little BENNY,
A nice young man, and good as any.
How shameful, BEN, those boys do treat you,
Whenever forward they do meet you.
GEORGE WHEATos, I'm in much surprise D
That you should let your passions rise,
For with ungen,lc hands you tore
The lock from of the Pantry door.
Deep curses ON your head you bring,
As nightly in that cot you swing;
Beside the CRooKER's, in rough weather,