From attorney to sweep, from physician to pavior,
To drink of cold water at sixpence a glass,
And learn true politeness and genteel behavior.
Though the crowd was immense till the hour of departure,
No gentleman’s feelings were hurt in the rush,
Save a grocer’s, who lost his proof-glass and bung-starter,
And a chimney-sweep’s, robbed of his scraper and brush.
They lingered till sunset and twilight had come,
When, wearied in limb, but much polished in manners,
The sovereign people moved gracefully home,
In the beauty and pride of “an army with banners.”
As to politics—Adams16 and Clinton yet live,
And reign, we presume, as we never have missed ’em,
And woollens and Webster continue to thrive
Under something they call the American System,
If you’re anxious to know what the country is doing,
Whether ruined already or going to ruin,
And who her next President will be, please Heaven,
Read the letters of Jackson, the speeches of Clay,
All the party newspapers, three columns a day,
And Blunt’s Annual Register,17 year ’twenty-seven.
