IX.

For the blood of John Bull ranges
In my royal Sambo's veins,
And the dusky stream of Afric

With the vengeful tide that 's Spain's;
And ruddy hue of Mexico,

With hate of pirates bold;

And skipper's race from Deutschland—
Vagrant blood of Viking old!

With creole greed, a world-wide breed, and negro's lazy limb,
For of those climes his fathers were-find me a king like him!

X.

On the solemn April morning,

Sambo first received the crown;
Crowded in the valiant Caciques
To Balize, hence famous town.
There was rum from old Jamaica,
Whiskey toddy from the Isles,
And anticipating red lips

Grinning wild and thirsty smiles;

And the cheer that hailed Rienzi was a nursery squall to that
Which usher'd in the crownéd head knocked in a three-cocked hat.

XI.

Oh for pen of sacred poet,

To describe with Willis' knack
The Chatham street habiliments
Of these gentlemen in black !
Oh for artist's eye of color,

To describe those color men,
Or the whole force of a Garrison
In an abolition pen !

Or were I e'en a Long-fellow, that black of lightsome leg,*
A kindred race would grant my face, that brass which now I beg.

XII.

In the court the sable nobles

With approval "yah" and grin;
Rows of teeth, like half-moon crescents,
Shine o'er each receding chin.
Here struts Jake: a sailor's jacket
Clothes his legs, for arins designed-
Clothes his bursting calves of olive,
And is buttoned up behind;

From his waist a sword is dangling, and though every step he takes
Rends his leggings, still he loves to hear the noise his scabbard makes.

XIII.

Here a Herculean shoulder

Smiles through dislocated seams;

There a pantaloonless Cacique

In an oil'd-coat fondly dreams

* Henry Long, the fugitive slave. No connection of the other Longfellow, the fugitive slave maker of Boston.

Queen Victoria is his sister;

And yon chief with noble mien

Thinks his captain's coat sans skirting
Hides what never should be seen;

And an epauletted major gives his naked friend a sneer,
Feeling tall in Hessian top-boots and a cap of grenadier.

XIV.

Here a noble far less modest

Might draw from me some remark,
But the white guests will remember,
Save themselves, all there was dark;
And though spectacles were plenty,
Still e'en second sight would fail
To see aught but darker ages,

Girt with British true black mail.

At times they made me think of (and I'm sure you'd think so too)
That transcendental writing which I ne'er saw rightly through.

XV.

Lo! the King invites attention-
His majestic scarlet coat

Glowing o'er his scanty check shirt
Tightly buttoned to the throat.
Though his legs reject the trouser,
And of boots he wears but one,
Still is his the kingly figure

That I love to gaze upon.

Now see how he smiles around him, casting perfume on the air,
As he runs-like Broadway dandy-his blest fingers through his hair.

XVI.

Round the jolly Rum is quaffed, till
Chiefs and nobles yell and lurch
In allegiance, while the pageant
Seeks the coronation church.
There a chair stood by the altar,

Where sat down the man I sing:

"Rule Britannia!" said the chaplain,

And sung out, "God save the King !"

And the black-guards cried, "God save the King, great ruler of the sod," And they danced like conquering devils in this fallen house of God.

XVII.

Never king was more delighted
Than our Robert Charles Fred.;
He twirl'd his digits to his nose,
And "yah'd" at all was said!
And straightway all his nobles then,
Partaking of his bliss,

Out-"yah'd" the King: "Oh, such a day

Was neber known as dis."

And then they ate, and drank, and sung, and kissed the fair ones all;
And the pleasures of free nature crowned with bliss the royal ball.*

XVIII.

And is my King not mighty King
As ever King of yore?

Doth he not now Honduras hold,

San Juan, San Salvador;
Balize, and Costa Rica, too,

And swears he won't give o'er,
Until his dreaded standard shrouds

The Isthmus, shore to shore?

The temper fades from Yankee blades where'er his flag's unfurled,
And soon my King shall to him bring the commerce of the world!f

But I

XIX.

Now some may sneer, and some may jeer,

At this modern civilization,

And some may laugh who the moral quaff

From this kingly coronation.

As they eye their pipe, they may pipe their eye,

At this doleful state of things;

And the one may joke, and the other smoke

O'er the glorious trade of Kings:

say the worst, the more doubly curst, are they who let it be;

So, hurrah for the King of Mosquito, boys! and three cheers for his bard

that's me!

*The following picture of the court, coronation, and courtiers, is painted by an English hand, and we may be certain there is in it "rothing extenuate nor aught set down in malice." He says:

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"On the previous evening cards of invitation were sent to the different merchants, requesting their attendance at the court-house early in the morning. At this place the King, dressed in a British Major's uniform, made his appearance; and his chiefs similarly clothed, but with sailors' trousers, were ranged round the room. A more motley group can hardly be imagined. Here an epaulette decorated a Herculean shoulder, tempting its dignified owner to view his less favored neighbor with triumphant glances," &c. After proceeding to the church and being duly crowned, the following note is made of the royal Sambo by the same pen:-"His Majesty seemed chiefly occupied in admiring his finery, and after his anointing, expressed his gratification by repeatedly thrusting his hands through his thick bushy hair, and applying his fingers to his nose; in this expressive manner indicating his delight at this part of the service." After which all parties adjourned to a school-room, "where these poor creatures all got intoxicated with rum-a suitable conclusion to a farce as blasphemous as ever disgraced a Christian country."-Dunn's Central America.

It is with no little gratification that the Poet Laureate of so mighty a monarch as his Majesty of Mosquito can adduce testimony of so indubitable and English a character to "back up" the glories of which he sings, as the foregoing paragraphs. In fact, to take a liberty (but that is nothing in poetry when nations take such large ones) with a late verse of Mr. Longfellow's, I might say,

"In the English books I've quoted,

Of a late and pirate time,
You will find in prose the legend
Which is here set down in rhyme."

+ His Majesty is about constructing a ship canal across the Isthmus; that is his principal reason for spreading the Mosquito standard over that territory, and promising to allow his sister Victoria's Bull to dance in the China halls of the celestials, and throw the followers of Confucius into confusion.

Η ΟΝ.

WILLIAM WRIGHT,

OF NEW JERSEY.

(WITH A PORTRAIT.)

which he has been ever since connected, is located.

WILLIAM WRIGHT, the subject of this sketch, was born at Clarksville, Rockland county, in the State of New-York, within a From his large interest in the extended few miles of the Jersey line, in 1794; and trade and manufacturing business of the is now in his 57th year. His father was a city of Newark, his strict integrity, and his graduate of Yale College, an educated phy-extended information, he soon became one sician, and a gentleman in the true sense of of its most valued citizens. He declined, the term. He died in 1808, leaving his however, all official position, until in 1839, son, then but fourteen years old, an orphan, '40 and '41, he was successively elected and with no other patrimony than an honest Mayor of the city, without opposition. name. At the period of his father's death he was pursuing his studies, preparatory to a profession, at the academy at Poughkeepsie; but, deprived of his means of support by his father's death, it was necessary for him to abandon his studies, and adopt measures to obtain his subsistence by some more industrial pursuit.

In 1843 he was brought forward by the business interests of one of the strongest manufacturing districts in the Union, as a suitable candidate for its representative in Congress. He was duly elected, and represented the. Fifth District of New-Jersey in the Twenty-eighth and Twenty-ninth Congress, where his intimate acquaintance with the commercial and manufacturing interests of the country rendered him a most valuable member. While in Congress he was scarcely

votes and acts proved him a true representative of the interests of his district, and of the Union at large.

On his declining a re-nomination to Congress, in 1846, he was regarded throughout the State of New-Jersey as the most eligible candidate for Governor which the Whig party could select; and at the Whig State Convention, held in 1847, he was nomi

He was accordingly placed by his uncle with Anson G. Phelps, Esq., now one of the most respectable and wealthy citizens of New-York, (and who could very appropri-ever found absent from his post; and his ately apply to himself those beautiful and expressive words of Job, as recorded in the Scriptures of Divine Truth, "The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me, and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy,") to learn the trade, of a saddle and harness maker. The industry and vigor of his character were here shown; for, besides supporting himself, he was able to save, by the end of his term, the sum of three hun-nated for that office by a large majority dred dollars. With this sum, which was the foundation of the large fortune he subsequently acquired, he repaired to Bridgeport, hired a small store, and soon began to develop those mental resources which have placed him at the head of the manufacturing interests of the section of country where he resides. He remained in Bridgeport for seven years, engaged in extending his business; and in 1822 removed to Newark, N.J., where he has since resided, and where the principal manufacturing establishment, with

on the first ballot. Unexpectedly to the Whig party, whose standard-bearer he had become, an insidious opposition was manifested by a small number of Whigs during the canvass which succeeded; and yet, small as was this number, it was of serious importance in a State so evenly balanced as New-Jersey. The result of the contest, though gallantly fought, was the defeat of Mr. Wright; but it did not in the slightest degree weaken the confidence of his friends, or his strong position in the

PARODY.

HAIL, Politics! thou power reserved!
In chase of thee what crowds hae swerved

Frae honesty, and sunk enerved

'Mang heaps o' papers;

And och o'er aft thy joe's hae starved
Mid a' their capers!