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Literary
September 11, 1841
The North Carolinian
Fayetteville, Cumberland County, North Carolina
What is this article about?
Satirical poem from the New-Haven Register about a Whig ('Whiggy') visiting a deserted log-cabin, reminiscing over past revels with cider and party enthusiasm, then deciding to leave the Whigs and become a teetotaler. Illustrated by Crookshanks.
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From the New-Haven Register,
THE WHIGGY'S VISIT TO THE DESERTED LOG-CABIN.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY CROOKSHANKS.
"The Sailor's Tear."
Upon a log he sat,
And cast a last fond look
At the hope deserted hall,
And the bottles in the nook;
He listen'd for the horn
Of Dan and Ty so queer,
And the funny strains of the Sing Song Club
But there came not to his ear!
Beside the cabin porch
An empty keg was there
And high upon the table-end
A coon-skin trimmed bare:
They brought old scenes to mind-
The cider revels dear-
And he drew his sleeve across his nose
And wiped away a tear.
He rose, and waddled in-
Oh, do not blame him, we
Because his nose did shame the rose
That bloomed on his cheek so free.
Go watch, and learn his grief
As close behind the door,
He tries in vain the empty cask
That blessed his love of yore!
"Is this the cask," he cries,
With mouth like yawning chasm,
"Which once was filled up to the bung
With Whig Enthusiasm!
Its hollow sound proclaims
The emptiness within-
"Tis like our leaders, when most loud
Their patriotic din.
"This cursed place is where
My nose first caught its glow:
The better times that we were pledged
Are shown in these old clothes!"
Good by ye whigs! no more
Your songs my soul shall stir:
I'll leave the party, mend my ways,
And turn teetotaler."
From the New-Haven Register,
THE WHIGGY'S VISIT TO THE DESERTED LOG-CABIN.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY CROOKSHANKS.
"The Sailor's Tear."
Upon a log he sat,
And cast a last fond look
At the hope deserted hall,
And the bottles in the nook;
He listen'd for the horn
Of Dan and Ty so queer,
And the funny strains of the Sing Song Club
But there came not to his ear!
Beside the cabin porch
An empty keg was there
And high upon the table-end
A coon-skin trimmed bare:
They brought old scenes to mind-
The cider revels dear-
And he drew his sleeve across his nose
And wiped away a tear.
He rose, and waddled in-
Oh, do not blame him, we
Because his nose did shame the rose
That bloomed on his cheek so free.
Go watch, and learn his grief
As close behind the door,
He tries in vain the empty cask
That blessed his love of yore!
"Is this the cask," he cries,
With mouth like yawning chasm,
"Which once was filled up to the bung
With Whig Enthusiasm!
Its hollow sound proclaims
The emptiness within-
"Tis like our leaders, when most loud
Their patriotic din.
"This cursed place is where
My nose first caught its glow:
The better times that we were pledged
Are shown in these old clothes!"
Good by ye whigs! no more
Your songs my soul shall stir:
I'll leave the party, mend my ways,
And turn teetotaler."
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Political
Temperance
What keywords are associated?
Whig Party
Log Cabin
Political Satire
Teetotaler
Cider Revels
Party Decline
What entities or persons were involved?
From The New Haven Register
Literary Details
Title
The Whiggy's Visit To The Deserted Log Cabin.
Author
From The New Haven Register
Key Lines
Upon A Log He Sat,
And Cast A Last Fond Look
At The Hope Deserted Hall,
And The Bottles In The Nook;
"Is This The Cask," He Cries,
With Mouth Like Yawning Chasm,
"Which Once Was Filled Up To The Bung
With Whig Enthusiasm!
Good By Ye Whigs! No More
Your Songs My Soul Shall Stir:
I'll Leave The Party, Mend My Ways,
And Turn Teetotaler."