Modern Heathen-Ians

``There was an ex-editor, L------,

``Who rowed in the _Courier_ punt,

`But to twist around more, he jumped out on the shore,

``That contortious poetical L------.=

``Oh G------ T------ C------ was one

``Who thought himself quite a great gun;

`So Treason he shouted, "Constitution" he spouted,

``But Boston grew hot for such "Union Men"--so

``He herds in New York with Fernando & Co.=

``To the cause of his country adverse,

``Is the man whom all honest men curse.

`Do you ask what's his name? oh, ne'er believe Fame,

``If it be not Ex-President Pierce.=

``In Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-Six,

``A poet, disgusted with Pierce's tricks,

``Said that he down to the dust should go,

``To grovel there in infamy low.

``And in Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Three,

``The prophecy came to pass, I see,

``Since in the dust and on the ground,

``As a Copperhead Pierce goes squirming round".=

``What a pity that Joshua D.

``A good Insolvency lawyer should be,

``Yet cannot, in politics, as we see,

``Keep his own good name from bankruptcie!=

``John C. passes, now and then,

``For one of Boston's League-al men.

``Mistake me not--he doth intrigue

``With the Liquor--not the Union--League!=

``Gamblers, Wood-ites, thieves, and asses,

``Scrapings of the dangerous classes,

``Pettifoggers malign, but weak,

``Who dare not fight and cannot speak;

``_Trash_ which the war-tide rolling high

``Has cast ashore in scorn to dry;

``"Aristocrats" who fear to wage

``Brave battle in a stirring age,

``As did their glorious sires before,

``Who won thereby the fame they wore;

``Oh G. S. H--------, tell us true.

``Is this fit company for you?=

SHAKSPEARE ON THE COPPERHEADS.

```"What would you have, you curs,

`That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you,

`The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,

`Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;

`Where foxes, geese; you are no surer, no,

`Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

`Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,

`To make him worthy whose offence subdues him,

`And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness

`Deserves your hate; and your affections are

`A sick man's appetite, who desires most that

`Which would increase his evil. He that depends

`Upon your favors swims with fins of lead,

`And hews down oaks with rushes."--_Coriolanus, I. 1._