Alexandria Daily Advertiser

[We have a strong suspicion that the following
elegant patriot jeu d'Esprit, is the production
of a living English Poet, whose genius, education
and manly energy of sentiment, are of remarkable
similarity to those of the Scottish
Burns.]
(Lon Pap.)
A NATIONAL BENEFIT,
PARTICULARLY TO THE LADIES.
I courted long a pretty maid,
Whose pleasure 'twas to fret me ;
Yet I woo'd on, as I have said,
As long as she would let me.
Now Judie had an ugly trick,
Too common I believe,
On cushions surely pins should stick !
She stuck them in her sleeve !
I've felt the truth of what I write,
And cannot well conceal it :
A pin scratch is a hateful sight ;
More hateful still to feel it.
I never stole a kiss, no never,
In public or alone,
But her brass swords were there for ever,
And bled me to the bone.
Then when my fingers with a trill
I snapt ; and whistled quicker ;
The hussey laugh'd the louder still,
And stuck her pins the thicker.
True to her point my Judie stood,
And still retain'd her humor ;
Yet, sure her brass work may do good !
For lo ! there is a rumor
That swarms of Frenchmen are at hand,
All wond'rous fond of woman ;
The grandmothers, and wives, and else
The daughters of your yeomen.
Now thus I'd serve the little man,
Whene'er he steps on shore ;
(I mean that warlike Corsican,
Whose name makes such a roar.)
I'd place my Judie on the beach,
Then, ere the storm increases,
He'd seize the first within his reach,
And tear himself to pieces.
From the (Baltimore) Anti-Democrat.