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,