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THE BATTLE OF THE BALES

In imitation of the old ballad

BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.

It was a winter's morning,

Old Isaac's work was done,

And he before his "hardware" door,

Was looking for the sun:

And by him stood a little tyke.

Whose "given name" was Andrew Ike

He saw his daddy's Adjutant

Bear something flaming by,

Which he from out a barber's shop

Had borrow'd stealthily:

He came and ask'd him what he had.

That look'd so grim and grand, and red..

Old Isaac look'd upon the boy,

Who star'd in wonder by,

And then the old fox straitened up,

And cock'd his Patriot eye:

" 'Tis Quashey's Waterloo," said he.

" Transform'd to Jackson's victory.

" We found it 'mongst his pictures—

" For there's many hang about,

" And every time we call for one,

" The barber turns 'em out:

" For many master prints. (quoth he)

" Adorn our Cæsar's gallery.'

"Now tell us what 'tis all about,"

Young Andrew Ike be cries,

As on the flaming print he stares

With wonder-waiting eyes—

" Now tell us all about the war,

" And what you've got the picture for?"

" It was the English," Isaac cried,

" Who put the French to route,

" But what that is to New-Orleans

"We cannot well make out;

" But every Jacksonite," quoth he,

Will think 'tis Jackson's victory.

" Louallier dwelt at Orleans then.

" Yon battle ground hard by,

" Great Jackson clapp'd him into gaol,

" In fetters snug to lie—

" So close in jug he was confin'd

" For having dar'd to speak his mind.

" With gaol and rope the judges round

" Were threatened far and wide,

Our boasted Constitution then

" And 'Habeas Corpus' died:

" But things like that, you know must

" At every Jackson victory.

" They say it was a master sight

" After the field was won,

" For many thousand cotton bales

"Lay scatter'd in the sun:

" (Behind these cotton bales, you see,

"They won their famous victory.)

" Great praise the glorious Jackson won,

" He law's great gun did spike:

"Why 'twas a naughty, lawless thing!"

Cried little Andrew Ike:

" Whist, whist! you little brat," quoth he,

" It was a master victory!"

" And we must all cry Jackson up,

" Who such a blow did strike!"

" But what good came of it at last?"

Said little Andrew Ike—

" Why that is not our hunt," quoth he,

" But 'twas a master victory.

* 8th Jan. 1828, when Isaac Hill let off a phosphoric display of his black art in behalf of Jackson.

It is reported here, that, in his zeal for Jackson, poor Hill has loaded one of his innocent offspring with the name of Andrew-Isaac-Jackson.

They say it is a fact, that a melancholy print of the battle of Waterloo, that hangs in the honest black barber's shop, in Hill's buildings, was copied, and hung out at the Jackson ball, on the 8th, as an exact representation of the battle of New-Orleans,