I hear that almost all the great men of the country have been invited to this place or that, and I heartily wish that you would come and pay your little western subscribers a visit. You will not find yourself as much a stranger to us, as even your neighbor Hon. John Quincy Adams.
My dear Mr. Merry—won’t you come to the west?
Of all the countries you’ve been in, you’ll like it the best.
Here you’ll find many little ones, black-eyed and blue,
And a good many grown ones, I rather guess, too,
Who will give you a welcome, and plenty to eat;
For if you do not like favors, you surely like meat.
O, there’d be such a racket and waving of caps,
Such forgetting of rulers, of masters and maps!
All over the country there’d be a turn-out,