The Southern Press

With the Joy Battle of the Baltic,
Or Collins and his ships
Since the glorious day's carouse,
When, to wet their thirsty lips,
All the members of each House
Crowd the cabins of the best of his line
Pressing round, the members stand-
All the wisdom of the land-.
Each with sparkling glass in hand,
Filled with wine.
There are thousands now on board-
E'en the President and suite,
And the foreign titled lord,
And the loafer from the street,
And the damsel, from the Avenue, are found
Jostling o'er the crowded floor,
With the diplomatic corps
And a motley mixture more
Crowding round.
Pass around the eau de vie,
And the glowing bottles drain :
Pour out the claret free,
And start the brisk champagne,
For the popping of each cork makes a vote;
Then ply the members well,
For those arguments will tell.
Which reach the mind pell-mell
By the throat.
Ye Wall street financiers,
And ye "dead heads" of the press,
Join in wine and cheers,
Care nothing for excess-
Drop Temperance or this great jubilee,
For, in Uncle Sam's domain,
We'll a higher law" maintain
Than the Liquor Law of Maine
E'er can be.
We'll have our jolly cruise
At the national expense,
For our Congress can't refuse
To provide for our "defence,
By paying for whate'er the owners call;
And, for all the feast and show,
We shall have a fine appro-
priation, that shall go
To pay all.
Brave Gothamites! Your fame
Rings the Baltic's cabin through,
And the splendor of your name
Swallows up the nation too-
All the rest of the Union's but a flam;
Ye shall have steamers till
All the ocean world they fill,
With thee to foot the bill,
Uncle Sam.