Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser

From the New-York Evening Post.
A loving epistle to Mr. WILLIAM COBB.
BETT, of North-Hempstead, Long-Island.
"Belov'd of Heaven! the smiling Muse shall shed
Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head!"
Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.
Pride, boast and glory of each hemisphere!
Well known, and lord in both--great Cobbett hail!
Hero of Botley there, and Hempstead here,
Of Newgate, and a Pennsylvania jail.
Long shall this grateful nation bless the hour
When by the beadle and your debts pursued
The victim---like fam'd Barrington, of power,
"You left your country for your country's good!"
Terror of Borough-mongers, Banks and Crowns!
Castlereagh!
Thorburn the seedsman, and Lord Cas-
"Potatoe tops" fall withering at your frowns,
Grand "Ruta Baga Turnip" on your day
Banish the memory of that Lockhart's cane.
And Philadelphian 'pole cats'* from your mind,
Let the world scoff-still you and Hunt remains
Yourselves a host--the envy of mankind
Whether, as once in "Peter Porcupine,"
You curse the country, whose free air you breathe,
Or, as plain "William Cobbett" toil to twine
Around your brows sedition's poison'd wreath;
Or, in your letter to Sir Francis, tear
All moral ties asunder with your pen,
We trace you, gentle spirit, every where,
And greet you first of scriblers and of men.
Well may our hearts with pride and pleasure swell,
To know that face to face we soon shall meet;
We'll gaze upon you as you stand and sell
"Grammars" and "Garden Seeds" in Fulton-street!
And praise your Book that tells about the weather,
"Our laws, religion, hogs and things" together
Where your immortal talents teach together
Turnips and "young ideas how to shoot."
In recompense, that you've designed to make
Choice of our soil above all other lands.
A purse we'll raise to pay your debts, and take
Your unsold Registers all off your hands.
For this we ask that you, for once, will show
Some gratitude, and if you can, be civil;
Burn all your books, sell all your pigs, and go
No matter where—to England or the devil.!!!
CROAKER & CO.
* Vide his letter to Lord Stanhope, in his Register.