As his wild song, proclaiming fix’d resolve
Not to go home till morning, sank to low
And nearly inarticulate murmurs.”
The fishwoman’s son sings a song, whose first stanza runs:—
“I will not go,
Like a whipt dog, unto the public school,
To wear the cap and tokens of a fool,
While Mexico
Invites me on to glory and to fame,—
Or a cracked crown, which after all’s the same.”