The Yazoo City Whig And Political Register

POETRY:

From the (Ark.) Times and Advocate.

Messrs. Editors: In a communication, No. 1, of the 1st January 1840, which you kindly admitted into your columns, I was not apprised of the resolution of that august body; the Harrisburg Convention, in respect to their nomination of a candidate for the Presidency. I therefore beg leave to express my heartfelt acquiescence in their wise deliberations, in concentrating the whole Whig force, on the most worthy of American citizens, the Hero of Tippecanoe. If you should think the following effusion worthy of a place in your columns, please insert it, if it should be in any way necessary in opening the eyes of one honest man, blinded by the wind and dust of political discussion, I shall be more than compensated.

AIR—The Girl I left behind me.

Awake Columbians, from your trance,

No more supinely slumber,

In freedom's cause this day advance,

And crush that hated number;

They are open foes to liberty,

And to our Constitution,

And try to blast with all their skill,

The fruits of the revolution.

The guardian genius of our land,

In an auspicious hour,

Plucked Columbia from the hand,

Of a British tyrant's power;

And prostrate laid our open foes,

To world's surprise and wonder;

By tory plans, we are since consigned,

To a worse tyrant's plunder.

That liberty for which we fought,

And spent our blood and treasure,

For shinplasters is sold and bought,

And squandered now in pleasure,

By men, whose acts, and hellish plans,

Would deprive us of our power,

On whose cursed heads, republicans

They said, the destruction of our nation

Our freedom would secure us;

And a specie currency,

Would free commerce insure us

But sad experience proved at first

The tool of mad ambition,

The second, it does only aid,

The tory coalition.

Once more your dearest rights assert,

At our next grand election.

And send their New York dandy home;

Their model of perfection;

Place Harrison, that patriot true,

In that important station.

Then in spite of Tory plans we'll be,

An Independent nation.

Yours Respectfully,

THE MOUNTAINEER.