Alexandria Gazette

From the New York American
TO THE PEOPLE.
Fellow Citizens:—Of your attention I've tried.
To call to the Times, by light thoughts, versified.
"Nunc majora Canamus," in the hope that the strain
May not prove, with the others, equally vain.
Three months have but pass'd, and what changes have been—
Where then happiness dwelt, now is misery seen.
Manufactures were thriving, commerce brisk,
and the hand
Of a provident God bless'd the tillers of land
The mechanic receiv'd his due labor's return,
The day laborer what his exertions could earn:
At peace with the world, and in friendship with all—
This fair scene has been chang'd by a family brawl.
And, how great is that change! Look around you, and see
Where's fidelity gone? and where's security?
Where's that mutual confidence 'twixt man and man.
The heart's blood of business? Pray tell, if you can.
What is commerce now doing? Navigation's, pray, where?
The laborer's wages! the mechanic's good fare!
The tiller's hard gains from the sweat of his brow!
Aye! where are they all, I say! where are they now?
They are gone to that bourne whence no tra-v'llers return,
Unless in your hearts love of country shall burn.
Arouse, then, my countrymen, go hand in hand.
And, united, this pestilence sweep from the land.
Why continue the quarrel? Let's all evil re-pair—
SAY,
Re-charter the Bank, and BE just As wE WERE.