Where skill in romance will contrive to convert all
The deeds of our bard to the blackest of crime?
Know ye the land of the dollar divine,
Where Beecher’s considered a speaker sublime;
Where the dark wings of scandle will even presume
To flap o’er the great, long at rest in the tomb;
Where writers and editors all “high falute,”
And the voice of the slanderer never is mute,
Where all, who as authors or speakers stand high,
Though varied in views, in “tall-talking” may vie,