What’s man but a heathenish bandit?
Earth’s charity proves but a lie –
Tis given with looks that remand it;
Philanthropy’s all in your eye.
Friendship is thing of convenience,
And happiness does not exist;
Hope something far in the distance;
Honor’s a prize fighter’s fist.
Contentment is found in the gutter;
Prosperity’s robbing the poor;
Base envy and hatred are thriving;
Morality’s voted a bore.
Indeed Young American hatch it!
With him it is getting ——– out;
He don’t go to meeting on Sunday,
He’d rather go fishing for trout.
He’s wiser than father and mother,
And proud as a Turkish Hussar,
And ere he’s well out of the cradle
e’s puffing a fragrant (!) cigar.
Politeness is taught by our dandies,
When with a fair lady they meet,
They stare at her features a moment
Then down go their eyes to her feet.
From noting the size of her gaiters
True gentlemen never abstain;
If larger than those of a bay
They pass her in royal distain.
Fane’s bought from the critic with greenbacks;
Attorneys for lying are paid;
The Printer’s ashamed of his calling –
The devil is learning the trade.
The teacher ! And what of the teacher,
Who DARES A YOUNG LADY to strike?
He is the hapeth— ruler
Of children and parents alike!
Collectors of customs, and doctors –
Poor brothers, ——- curse;
———- “we” is a block head;
Reporters are something much worse.
All honor is due to the clergy:
Their efforts are saving the lost.
The merchant’s a very ti- fellow,
Who sells all his goods ‘less than cost
True virtue a sorry old maid is,
Whose looks keep temptation away
While fashion makes all our the ladies
Who live but to make a display.
True greatness is being successful
No matter how wrong or how right;
True love is a thing very blissful,
But seldom remains over night.
Both libel and slander are common,
—- and daggered rhyme
Tho’ beauty has magical power,
E’en beauty is conquered by time.
If Jonathan speak to his Sarah,
Miss Gerdy will swear that he kissed her;
For every – woman is ready
And —- – help a “—- sister”
Religion —– —— ——
For com——– ——— —-
Tis not for the ———-
Who —————
It dwells where the church steepest tower,
As if they —- —- —-
Tis “owned by a —- people,
Repent all just one day in seven
But poverty —- – evil
Will keep you in bondage for life,
Twill change your connection —-
And make a poor slave of your wife.
Your children are objects of pity,
Aristocracy christen them “brats;”
They are kicked here and there o’er the city
Like spaniels or troublesome rats!
Deception is found in all places
Tis born of – – – class
We all have it marked in our faces
To prove it I looked in glass!
(Joseph Warren Watson)
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