Gazette Of The United States

FOR some time past our whole attention
Has been engross'd by the Convention,
At Concord held and where of late
Our Sapient politicians met—
At once with fervent ebullition,
To boil us down, the Constitution,
Determined each and every man,
T' improve upon old Solon's plan,
To prove Lycurgus was a fool,
Each System writer—but a tool—
That at this day each wild Fanatic
Undoubtedly was democratic—
Aristocrats had fail'd in France,
Which led the King and Queen a dance.
Full long in quiet peace and patience,
We've waited their determinations,
And now our readers we'll inform
They met at Concord—did no harm.
Canvass'd old errors—chatted—chid—
As orators at Athens did.
Some thought it wise, and some not best
T'establish a religious test
Others found out a shocking flaw
Within our Courts of Common Law.
Some Justices, o'er fond of fees,
Wish'd to destroy the Common Pleas.
Others contended with their might
Th' Representation was not right;
Each one on his own side contended
That part alone he wish'd amended.
When, after long and learn'd debate,
Too tedious for us to relate,
Each party Zealot fully fir'd,
Took horse, and straightway home retir'd.
The Constitution, if 'tis lame,
As yet continues—all the same;
Whether a blessing or a curse,
Tis neither better, now, nor worse.
The labouring mountain after pouse,
Has thus brought forth—a simple MOUSE.