Gazette Of The United States

[The Humour of the following, will please those who know the subject; especially as it evinces that wit and good nature are perfectly compatible]

From the INDEPENDENT GAZETTEER.

On the Departure of MICHAEL DENNISON,* (for some years Master of the George Inn, Philadelphia) for England.

HIS bulk increased by ale and venison,
Alas! we soon must lose good Dennison.
City of Penn! the loss deplore,
Although with pain his bulk you bore;
And England's hate thy son to hail,
Who, after weathering many a gale
Eager thy glories to behold,
Returns, improved in flesh and gold.
Ah! had it, Michael, been thy lot,
To boast the virtue of a Scot,
That land, where thou so great hast grown,
Might still have claimed thee for her own.
But England, with pernicious smiles,
Those sons, whom once the lost, beguiles,
Beckons them slyly to her shore,
If worthy to be wafted o'er;
And by her soft, alluring strains,
Whate'er the lost in war, regains.
Soon as the planks beneath you crack,
The market shall be hung with black;
Michael! her stores might well content ye;
In Britain none boasts greater plenty.
The bank shall with the market join,
To weep at once thee and thy coin.
Thy dollars, ranged in many a pile,
Shall swell the pride of Britain's isle,
Whilst England's bank shall smiling greet,
The wealth which came from Chestnut-street.
Michael, farewell! Heaven speed thy course;
Saint George take with thee, and his horse;
But to our hapless city kind,
The watchful dragon leave behind.
Michael! your wealth and full-spread frame
Shall publish Pennsylvania's fame
More loudly, than the pens of those,
Who long have puffed in verse or prose.
Few in mysterious science deal;
But all men either fish or feel.
Michael, farewell! When in Carlisle, I
laugh to think how thou wilt smile
At all the dangers thou hast past,
Moored in safe anchoring ground at last.

NOTES.

The counterpart in size of a Fellow-Citizen, Mr. S.

+ Carlisle in Great-Britain.