The great events which have occur'd (And all have seen, or read or heard) Within a year, are quite too many For me to tarry long on any-- Then let not retrospection roam But be confined to things at home. A four years' wordy war just o'er Has left us where we were before Old Hick'ry triumphs,--we submit (Although we thought another fit) For all of Jeffersonian school Wish the majority to rule-- Elected for another term We hope his measures will be firm But peaceful, as the case requires To nullify the nullifiers-- And if executive constructions By inf'rence prove the sage deductions That Uncle Sam's "old Mother Bank" Is managed by a foreign crank And constituted by adoption The "heir apparent" of corruption-- No matter if the facts will show That such assertions are not so, His Veto vengeance must pursue her And all that are appended to her-- But tho' hard times may sorely press us, And want, and debts, and duns distress us, We'll share a part of Mammon's manna By chart'ring Banks in Indiana. Blest Indiana! In whose soil Men seek the sure rewards of toil, And honest poverty and worth Find here the best retreat on earth, While hosts of Preachers, Doctors, Lawyers, All independent as wood-sawyers, With men of every hue and fashion, Flock to this rising "Hoosher" nation. Men who can legislate or plow, Wage politics or milk a cow-- So plastic are their various parts, Within the circle of their arts, With equal tact the "Hoosher" loons, Hunt offices or hunt raccoons. A captain, colonel, or a 'squire, Who would ascend a little higher, Must court the people, honest souls. He bows, caresses and cajoles, Till they conceive he has more merit Than nature willed he should inherit, And, running counter to his nature, He runs into the Legislature, Where if he pass for wise and mute, Or chance to steer the proper chute, In half a dozen years or more He's qualified for Congress floor. I would not have the world suppose Our public men are all like those, For even in this infant State Some may be wise, and good, and great. But, having gone so far, 'twould seem (Since "Hoosher" manners is the theme) That I, lest strangers take exception, Should give a more minute description, And if my strains be not seraphic I trust you'll find them somewhat graphic.