America Is A Model Of Force And

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

Once More Upon The Waters! Yet Once More! And The Waves Bound Beneath Me As A Steed That Knows His Rider.

And Wrinkles, The Damned Democrats, Won't Flatter.

To What Gulfs A Single Deviation From The Track Of Human Duties Leads Even Those Who Claim The Homage Of Mankind As Their Born Due, And Find It, Till They Forfeit It Themselves!

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.