See, wrapt in whirlwinds, from his stand
On leathern wings he takes his flight,
And on fell Mungo, with unequal hand
Sped rancorous the rodures of the night;
In deeds of darkness are their chief delight.
And see, advancing ’thwart the storm
Deception with his blotted form;
Who tried the sable African to charm,
But failed in his attempt to make him green,
Albeit he the Justice did alarm,
Who quaked with fear that he ’mong Truth’s friends should be seen.
THE PRESS BUILDINGS: The Herald
THE PRESS BUILDINGS: La Presse
THE PRESS BUILDINGS: The Star
THE PRESS BUILDINGS: La Patrie
Next week another satiric poem was addressed to certain “Spectators” who had two urns.