American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-09-30

For the American Telegraph.
THE PRESIDENTS PROGRESS.
A Patriotic Poem.


For the American Telegraph
THE PRESIDENTS PROGRESS.
A Patriotic Poem. "t
BY PLUTARcH PUFFER.
PART 4rH-t toataai,g noo eaocllent speeches, folio
g .0ya happy erent--aRd The End" ...a
XIV.
Twas soon explained from old Winchester
# The Mayor and Council now request
Visit from the President;
50, ''open locks" and in they went. n..n
XVI.
His Excellency rose in haste,
But dressed with all his usual taste, As .
While Sandy, quite sublime in pride, y,
Ills Excellency's 'kerchief tied. r.
XVII
Arrived at "ladies' parlor'' door, .St ""
There Banker with gentle roar,
And heroine, and Drum, also,
Stood ready, in with them to go.
XVIII.
And ladies, ladies filled the room,
A very wilderness Of bloom,
Till of "the thirty" two or three
Were all who could 'sinsiders'' be. ..
The rest, with many others, stood .f
In door, and passage, where they could;
And even the narrow window, places .t....
We're piled, and piled, with putting faces.
a."a tr.t ..,..rMaase Xxx. F.H.r ..t. ...
The Chairman of Committee rose,
And clapped his handkerchief to nose,
Then coughed little cough, and spread
His right arm out, and bowed his head
XXI
''Mster-Mister President'
IIis'icf arm now at angles wentl-
~ am a-purpose, sir, come down
To-day from old Winchester-town,
~ XXI.
"Me and the other twenty nine,
To ask your Excellence to dine,
In sort of quiet, family way,
When you can freely say your say. H.,
XIII.
'.We honor, sir, the Head of Nation,
And therefore bring this invitation,
Expressing not alone our MUD, @....
But that of all the town, you'll find.
xxIv.
'Thc Chief of Drum, and Sandy, too,
We trust to see along with you;
And also Banker, sir, and-sir-- ..
The lady with the buttons: her!
XIV.
s.We wish to show our high regard;
For though our hands, sir, may be hard
In proof whereof a chair he hit +
sour hearts are soft! no doubt ofit!"
XVI.
Then, so oppressive was the air,
lie sank and tainted on a chair
Or twas his feelings" overcame a
The orators o'crlabored frame
XVII.
But water presently restored
The gentleman so sadly foored;
With mouth a-wide, he gazed around,
Until his wandering wits he found.
XVIII.
The ladies murmured soft delight;
Doors, windows, passages unite,
Applauding! In the Chairman's breast
Was pride, that could not be expressed
E- - xxx. -.~
Ills Excellency answered: "Sir,
1t will great happiness confer
On me, and my associates all,
To make your ancient town a call.
xxx.
" Sir, when / was little boy,
sat beside the fire with joy
In bitter Winter nights, and heard
How Washington your town preferred
XXI.
Sand how, my dear grandmother said,
lie dwelt among you'll Sirl she's dead
That good old lady, sir, Is gone,
10 dwell in heaven with Washington!
.." XXI.
81 trust, sir, you'll forgive these tears
lost her in such loving years;
Twas but fve-my feelings still
Remain, sir, and forever will! ...m..
xxxuI.
g But this is private grief To you
j now return, as needles do
When Jared a moment-faithful yet
The magnet, cir, ! can't forgeti
xxx1v.
"Within your town hero's dust
Rcposcs-'tis n sacred trust;
Revolutionary hero,
Who fought against the English Nero!
xxxv.
"a town so honored, sir, as this,
On no account a choose 10 miss,
But future times shall tell came
And wept beside the grave Of fame"
ITO be continued)