A City Article.
Know’st thou the spot where the venison and turtle
Meet best, from the heather and tropical clime;
Where the fat of the latter is green as the myrtle,
And the former as pink as the rose in her prime?
Know’st thou the hall where old Magog and Gog
Laugh a-sly at the centuries onward that jog?
The spots where the markets dispense the cane fruit,
Where Manilla has brokers to sell her cheroot?
Where the “Bulls” ever raise, and the “Bears” e’er depress