WILLIAM TELL. 21

With new Wrongs, Outrages, Coercion Bills,
Each late edition of the papers thrills:

Cabins, in flames, our native mountains crowd ;
Cabins, where smoking should n’t be allow’d:
Business is at a stand-still—stocks are falling;
The daily emigration ’s quite appalling.

This social problem puzzles every one;

For us—the People! what 7s to be done?

 

TELL. (Outside.) Holloa!
VER. Our leader comes! my friends rejoice.
Mic. He sings out bravely.
Fur. Yes; he’s got a voice—
All throat, though. In these times—he’s so distress’d,
He’s not a single good note in his chest;