8. FROM A MEETING OF THE COMMON COUNCIL.
This worthy man will soon be fifty . . . Sirs,
I think . . . in him such qualities we meet . . .
A patriot . . . it everywhere occurs . . .
A house we'll buy him . . . cheaply, all complete . . .
I've one for sale. . . His life is full of burrs;
Let his old age be jubilant and sweet. . .
Rank opposition noisily demurs :
"No house! But after him we'll name a street!"
4. FUNERAL RITES.
He is no more, alas! So great, so rare!
His merit gleams, a star in gloomy sky.
See, what black edges all the papers bear,
And in the streets half-mast the flags will fly.
The grateful nation! Not an inch to spare
In sorrow's dwelling. . . Hear the widow's cry—
While round the pressmen crowds are jostling there,
Their names for publication to supply.
