National Gazette

PROBATIONARY ODES:
O DEUS.
To a would be Great Man.
Jonathan defendeth the great DEFENDER;
magnifieth and exalteth his
Works, and confesseth his own littleness
of understanding.
"Daphy Vic Daddy Vice,
L6!
Certat tergeminis tollere honoribus."—Hor.

I had a dream of your fine publication:
As sure as a gun,
The thing was not done
To secure you—a pretty HIGH station
Defences you call
To knock down our wall,
And batter the States to the ground, sir;
So thick were your shafts,
And so hellish fire hot,
They've scarce a whole bone to be found, sir.
When you tell us of kings
And such pretty things,
Good mercy! how brilliant your page is!
So bright in each line..
I vow now you'll shine
Like a glow-worm, o all future ages.
When you handle your balance,
So vast are your talents,
Like Atlas your wonderful strength is
You know every state
To a barley-corn's weight,
For your steel-yard the continent's length is.
On Davila's page
Your disquisitions o age
Democratical numskulls bepuzzle,
With arguments tough
As white-leather or buff,
The republican Bull Dog's to muzzle.
'Tis labour in vain
Your verses to strain
Our brains any longer to muddle;
Like Colossus, you stride
O'er our noddles so wide,
We look up like Frogs in a puddle.