The southern press., 1851-04-10
THE SOUTH ERN PRESS.


TRI-WEEKLY, SO
WEEKLY, 30
Ballad Of Sir Hamilt0une Fysshe.
YE ARGUMENT
SAo.cing in Fyts ye Erste, his aspiringes and Ten
poroyys U,sdoings-In Fyits ye Secos.de Plottvuge
his bsha!f BY hss Rstainsrs, and Subsequent s,ccesse
FYTTE We FIRsTE
A sound Of wrath alonge ye shore,
A surge upon ye riverres breaste,
With angry haste ye swift floods roare.
Fast flies ye white foame from their crestes
Fslle newes they beare
Of an affaire
That hapessely was messede.
For oh, it was greivous wronge
This saddle mishappe SINCE,
And hushed be every venomede tongue
Which now its gale would Ange
On him who late
~ Seemed bleste of fate,
Now neglected thinge.
With mournfulls garbe and cadence saddle.
madens of Manhattan 3 isle
Perambulate the streetes once gladde,
And as ye wander, chante the while
&c Surenever Fysshs
Before was dishede
In such unseemjy style. -
My goode Lorde Thnrlowe and we Sewarde,
With other knights of some renowne,
Had many sights and thrustes endurede
From him who erewhile wore ye crowne;
A paladn Of fame,
Fillmore his name
Him soughte they to confounde.
Now these with numerous other gentles
Of colours various as Of views diverse.
'Ycept Free Soylerres, social Anti -Rentalfes.
OfdubiOus honour, and intentiones worse.
These all combined
The means to fnde,
To help their endes perverse.
rYTrE YE sEcoNDE.
One nighte while seated round ye social boarde
OfRavinge Fanaticke, surnanned Eve goode. -
As fast and furions ye choice wines thew poured.
And being thereat somewhat in ye moode
Of plan and plotte,
Though i'll begotte,
And abolitione WOO de.
Out spake grimme Raymonde then,
Who held by courtesye alone We chaire,
(Not him who edde of old ye holy meme
Who bore we bright red crosse into We lair
or Paynim foe,)
He'd scarcely know
His weak congener here.
"Yepoweres of woole and potentates of sables.
Which carried out with all the strengthe we re
able
On 1t to lavlshe, and that too in trice,
VIII shroud in gloome
Fillmore right soone,
And chile his hopes like ice
This plotte, my peeres, cannot now reveale,
I'll beare 1t softly in my inner breaste
Suffice for ye to know, that Fysshe his weale
Naught suffers with his henchman true contest.
we may not swerve
From him we serve,
Nor in HIS cause take reste /"
Now some there were who liked not Fysshe,
And deemed his views and name
Much of a piece, and often wished
That they were not the same,
Chief of this clan
Ye bolde Beekmanne,
Well known trow to fame.
In We same shire where ye Beekmanne dwell,
There lived Fysshite true and old,
Ye Kelleye was he highte, a manne or ...,,
Exc independent and Of wealth UNI ,Se"'
H"I Hs1d we" oS e wished to b'
A. uaa meia o. some dignity,
,r of ye rolls.
h.SD ye olack D1uglas' e, character and color
And Georoe D. earne the soubriquep
nafi NH ,hs ,wninge darker yet and duller
fro oyster hnue anu minute Will
-ye,
On Shiloh 8 shrine
These Shiloh swine
Had vowed to win the day.
What boots it now to tell the tale
or Fysshe, his finale conquest, and his seate
In We grave senate, into which he sailed
Unsanctihed by law and qualified by cheate'
In better rhyme
Another time
We may his deeds repeate.
L'ENvoi.
A truce to Jest, most gentle reader mine,
And end the doings of :" ye Fysshe" to chime
What you have read is sadly real and true,
Another of the base and factious
known here as Woolly Heads, there as An
Renters,
And every where alike as circumventors,
Is sent to Washington, it may be to dictate
To men of thousand times his moral weight,
The voice (mistaken echo y of the Empire Sta
Say, patriot souls-real Democrats and true,
Shall these things longer be the answer is wi
you.
Ero,u the Coiuulb,ts Times