Gazette Of The United States

Simon Spunky. Esq. Spouteth in favor of Livingston's
resolutions, and hurleth the tomahawk of argument
at the President of the Union.

HUZZA, my lads! I like your capers,
About those British Treaty papers-
I like that bold aspiring spirit,
Which none but spunky souls inherit,
I'm pleas'd to see you quit your sphere,
Assume a right to domineer--
I'd have you watchful, as the dragon,
Which once the Hesperides could brag on-
Then you'll preserve, without dispute,
Our Goddess Freedom's golden fruit.

None ever thought, from all your high rant;
Your house would ever play the tyrant,
Assume a right of Legislation,
Which was not yours by delegation.

Shall Washington forever tease one,
With principles of law and reason,
The constitution, right and justice,
Of what great consequence his trust is?

It was the worst of impositions
To negative your requisitions,
To set your wishes as defiance,
You ask'd this boon, you wish'd no more
When there's no hazard in compliance.
To know—just what you knew before!

I read with rapture all your preachment,
Your gasconades about impeachment,
And think in such a clever way,
Six dollars may be earn'd per day!

Would you refer that foresaid Treaty
To your Right Hon'rable Committee,
Why bless our stars! we know full well
Twill be genteely it kick'd to hell!

Your Southern Nabobs bound that way,
Will not refuse to join the fray,
And hit it now and then a kick,
Until 'tis banter'd to Old Nick!

Would Washington shew more duplicity
Or, something, which we stile two-facity,
Just sacrifice his country's cause,
At shrine of popular applause;
Then democrats I know, would laud him
And Simon Spunky would applaud him.

But now, each Jacobin cries "dem'me
Th' old codger's in a fine dilemma.
Rejoice ye factious! I declare it ye,
He's lost his wonted popularity;
Our Southern demagogues Shall trample
On all his dignity so ample.
He'll quit his office in disgrace,
And Madison shall fill his place!"

The constitution's all a sham,
It is not worth a whisky dram,
And whoever sticks to that,
Is Sure a vile Aristocrat;
An Irish Paddy, or a Dutchman
Should be prefer'd to any such man.

Right soon, for Washington, I ween
We'll rear a murd'rous guillotine,
We'll prove his pow'r is but a pageant
Himself an artful British Agent;
Our other favours to enhance,
We'll shave him a la mode de France.

See the President's answer to the message relative
to the Treaty papers.