COMMERCE.
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Here steamboats land, and where, since time began,
A stagnant moat, ne'er visited by man,
Has stood unsung, unhonored in the shade,
Behold the changes in a morning made!
A stagnant moat, ne'er visited by man,
Has stood unsung, unhonored in the shade,
Behold the changes in a morning made!
The stock sells well, the brewer quits his beer,—
Who picks up dollars when doubloons are near?
The shares go briskly off, the business thrives,
The shopman heeds not now his tens and fives;
For who would stop to measure calico,
While floods of gold through timber uplands flow;
Who sings a tune to three-and-six per yard,
While his next neighbour plays a nobler card?
Not he, indeed! ambition points the aim,—
He must keep horses, and grow fat on game.
Who picks up dollars when doubloons are near?
The shares go briskly off, the business thrives,
The shopman heeds not now his tens and fives;
For who would stop to measure calico,
While floods of gold through timber uplands flow;
Who sings a tune to three-and-six per yard,
While his next neighbour plays a nobler card?
Not he, indeed! ambition points the aim,—
He must keep horses, and grow fat on game.
Mark now the fall! Before the season's late,
Our wealthy lord must visit his estate;
And, as his jaunt will raise some small alarms
Among the tenants of the adjoining farms,
Our wealthy lord must visit his estate;
And, as his jaunt will raise some small alarms
Among the tenants of the adjoining farms,
