Parson Ker! parson Ker! yes he was in there- Richmond town, Richmond town were there to look down On the things that were speaking and writing, And some in the lobby, got up on their hobby, That is they went fairly to fighting. Little Frank! little Frank! they gave the first rank, But 'tis said, entre nous, he once hated John Q—, Bob Taylor! Bob Taylor! that eloquent railer, But if proverbs be true, no harm it will do- Ned Colston! Ned Colston! whose nick-name is roll stone, Like Sysiphus labor'd amain; With a very good will, he'd been working up hill, And was ready to do so again. Sam Blackburn! Sam Blackburn said no man should backturn; Who once had put hand to the plough; And his terrible eyes, he threw up to the skies, And shook like a lion his pow. Chap Johnson! Chap Johnson! why he's Monsieur Tonson, Oh yes he's their Magnus Apollo ! From a whisper so small, none heard it at all, He gave them a Stentor-like halloo. Now between you and I, there were many small Fry, Whose names 'twould be needless to mention ; What Johnson would halloo, they seem'd all to swallow, They came with no other intention. What a dust! what a dust! this assembly august! They have in their crowns, more wisdom, by zounds! Jackson's gone, Jackson's gone, to all be it known- By some hocus pocus, I hope 'tis to joke us, Yes, gentlemen, damn me! they've taken our Jamie, Rhyming lad, rhyming lad, you'll make people mad, The Meeting of Congress. Sound the trumpet!-beat the drum!- And pens are nibbing on ev'ry thumb Come to the Congress, come. All who rise to the top like scum- Come to the Congress, come. Chief of the Nullifiers! Hayne! Come once more, with your might and main, Grapple the giant again-again Come to the Congress, come. Triton amongst the minnows small! Oh Daniel come to the judgment hall, Come to the Congress, come. Star of the South! McDuffie! come, Men of Georgia! ho all ye Who sigh for the land of the Cherokee, Wirt threatens you, sirs, with a writ, we see, Come to the Congress, come, Come old Tristram Shandy, come, Come to the Congress, come. Hero of East Room memory! haste Sons of the old Dominion! run, The Rights of the States are all undone, Fire your brutum fulmen gun, "Twill make of us a figure of fun Come to the Congress, come. Tariff and Anti-tariff too! Come to the Congress, come. Time would fail to summon you all 13 Come to the Congress, come. Bring with you, gentlemen, endless plans Come to the Congress, come. To meet them, Old Hickory! stand to your arms CANZONET TO JOHNNY. Imitation of Canzonet to Sally.-By J. Q. ADAMS. You, John, who have been President, In Congress Hall, where many a row What, though you fling your firebrand, And grasp petitions in your hand, In Abolition's fearful path, You're treading on gunpowder, Nor cub, more savage, bred, I ween, Else wherefore was it, as they tell Old Massachusetts never bred Nor one more crack'd about the head, Oh, place me in great Washington, MR. EDITOR.-I have felt so forcibly the moral sublimity of the scene of the Presentation of the Sword of Washington, and the Cane of Franklin, that I have made an attempt to exhibit that scene in verse. I submit it to your judgment. THE PRESENTATION. Say, why, in lengthen❜d line, Where flags are waving proud? * Pone sub curru nimium propinqui, |