The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1860-01-20

Blest be The ship that bore you safe to shore,
Long fated with the winds aud waves to wrestle
AS that of old, which Virgil proudly bore,
(My mOtto's not, you must yourself confess, i'll J.
You never have been much missed telore,
They want you now upon another vessel
The ship OF State is drifting fast to leeward,
And needs thy master hand, oh matchl Sc Seward
| cannot tell, indeed, but we shall &C
To Davy Jones with Such a Palinurus,
There's been of late ''dreife'' heavy blow,
From clustering Auster and destructive Eurus
And able seamaoship alone, know,
'Ganst ever threatening peril, can secure US
And sure am we should have soon been undone,
Had you not happily come back from London.
But l forget--you came direct from France,
You've been guest at Compeigne Of the EmPe-
Ior;
Methinks see you, lightest in the dance,
Like youthful innocence, 70 81 sic sempsr , or
Ogling with looks OF tenderness askance,
The fair Eugene, in the sweetest temper, or
Apart with Louis, with cool efIront 'ry,
Plotting the speedy downfall OF your country.
You've made pilgrimage, another ':Chlde,''
To Greece, where stood tn, ancient Athena um
And roamed through s'aatres vast aud deserts"
wild,
And heard in ministers dim the loud To Denm
IA galleries strolle5as ms Of the coliseum -
And seen the roa an a5ooirinr nation
TO see the ruins of your reputation.
Enough-you're wanted in this country now,
For since you have fingered by the fame of Isis,
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In Congress over the F'fmpeuding CrisIs,''
By Hinton Helper, not by Dr.. Howe
or which but fifty cents the present price is;
They print it cheap to make it more accessible,
The textbook Of your "Condict IrrepressibIe."
They've hung John Brown, the martyr and the saint,
TO whom New England sings extravaganza
The devil himself would Wendell Phillips paint
Sky blne, and Lowell write him tunefuI stanzas
But spite of Black Republican complaint,
You'll hear no more of ssbIeeding Kansas >
Virginia stopped that terrible phIebotomy,
Last month, you know, in hanging ossawattomie.
go bloodiest picture in the book of Time -
Perhaps you'll say Twas stern sentence,
very,
But old Browns rife slew (confound the rhyme,)
Some worthy citizens at "Harper's Ferry"
Think of the tool and victim Of your crime,
And o'er his righteous fate at home make merry
Or quickly seek North Elba, where they've laid him
And there coniess,how vely you have betrayed him
We've heard about your knowledge of his scheme,
And how you said they never should have tod
you,
But kept the guilty secret did you deem
The Black Republicans had only ''soId'' you
Oh no. YOU know twas not hideous dream,
No doubt, no conscience twinges, e'er controlled
you
For this and other true and pleasing stories,
Vide the brilliant speech of Mr. Voorhees,.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain"
Well may thy sons happy groups assemble,
To welcome to his Iong-lost home again,
The man whose voice makes listening Senates
tremble,
As fashionable people thrill with pain
AT Ladg Macbeth read by Fanny Kemble,
And who atones at for all his knavery,
BY eloquently pitching into Slavery.
There is prison in that pleasant town,
That should have offered you its hospltaiitles,
On landscapes peaceful its grim walls look down
Quite near the Central Railway and Canal it IS
There YOU might write the life of Captain Brown,
The ouietest of undisturbed localities
And there | trust that you may yet be resident,
Until the "colored gem'men make you PRESIDENT
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