Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-10-08
DAILY EVENING STAR.
Written :or the Star.1
TO PRINCE JOHN.

Written Tor the Star.I
TO PRINCE JOHN.
Dear Prince, forgive the friendly style,
For we have often met,
ANA though You have pleasant way
vi seeming TO forget,
think were we to meet again,
You'd like To know me yet.
L Knew you, John, before you were
An oracle nj All;
when you 4 charming figure made
At every crowded hall,
And pretty women honorcd with
A dance and morning call.
In that old time-tnrgive the word
bnt II is long ago,
Glf not think to sec your i,in
Tc such perfection grow;
As fraching abolition. when
You ceased 10 he Il beau.
How must you in ro,lr ample sleeve
Have laughed until YOU cried,
10 see the simple country folk
Grow jealous on your side;
And think You cvrr i'll the "wool,"
A teacher doubly dyed!
Dear John, we met al Albany,
In old delicious night;
In Utica we used TO sec
Many funny sight:
And on the streets of Buffalo
Have Watchct, the morning light.
Nay, while the railroad ran beside,
We-iwO have tried the boat,
And In the little cabin, John,
Have seen tic lemons float,
While the delicious liquid went
Acown each thirsty throat.
You were funny fellow then,
our stories mostly new,
Which in your way of telling, John,
Mere funny even grew,
AS slowly went the Red-Bird boat,
The sluggish water through.
must suppose that WHEN your hair
Began TO show the gray,
You thought your youthful vapitics
Were rather in your way,
Aud turned a wise attention to
AHuscnicnts that would pay.
do not think for politics
You even cared Il whit;
Eut get your eyes We're daZZIed bv
The marx your father hit.
iou thought yourself his equal match,
And more in !notl:tr Wit.
You would have risen fast. but he
ilrd quarrels of his own.
For which defeat Of other felix,
Would only then atone;
And You were far too good Il son,
To let him fight alone.
No man that ever saw YOU, Juhr,
lma.ines that you care
Ii all the folks in Western States
Have straight or Wooiy hair;
And Yet it ,ce.ms your heat Was set
On having freedom there.
Eut all he game you tried was won
You split The troubled mass
From your Papa had been removed
The still anempticr. glass,
AnG You put ont your iiaud and kept
The cup from Lewis Cass.
Lett, then, at leisure to return
Unto the ancient fold.
This way and THAI, among the pa,hs,
Quito at your case ;ou elrOlied,
UnlI the beil "f fifty two
The kncll forever tOlIed.
Then, all your DIR, nd y: SLAYER,
Departed IN a iricr,
You joined with ancient foes 10 rive
Tnr President advice;
And, wlirn the bu;tcfcd bread wis cut,
Distributed Rice.
Poor Dickinson. Il while ago,
Was half Il martyr mad"
because he gave The Union men
cup Of Northern aid;
And, now thai tnior i.iGn arc in,
Upon the s!.tlf is laid.
While you, who helped to ti.ke the apark,
That set US in blaze,
f';sc:t the folks at Washington
with all y0nr merry ways,
<ind get for every ancient friend
A stock OF pence and praise.
ict has not father Dickinson
Hts i0-mcr wisdom shown
STWouid better far hccnE,c his are
To ic; your gam" alone;
A service past did never yet
Fer present sill atO.lc.
Your 'aihcr. Iohn, might lessons le,rn
From you, hi hopeful son,
Eaccptiug that = l!ttlc late
The learning Were begun,
FoT h al he known I!ie time 10 change,
He had not been Umd0nr.
But now. dear frlIGw, that you are
Again upon III" track,
Remain a decent time before
You think OF going back,
For. when the good things went around,
You know you got Il snack.
A NEW YuRKEI