Will any paper match him? Yes, throughout,
He’s true sinking-paper, past all doubt.
The retail politician’s anxious thought
Deems this side always right, and that stark naught;
He foams with censure; with applause he raves—
A dupe to rumors, and a tool of knaves;
He’ll want no type his weakness to proclaim,
While such a thing as foolscap has a name.
The hasty gentleman, whose blood runs high,
Who picks a quarrel, if you step awry,