Major André, who took a leading part in the preparations for the Meschianza, composed some verses in Sir William’s praise, to be repeated during the pageant; but, with a modesty that has not always been attributed to him, he set them aside. The last stanza of this strain proves to us how readily this child of monarchy, poet though he was, had learned to cry, “The King is dead. Long live the King!” Howe being at this very time superseded by Clinton, André writes: “On Hudson’s banks the sure presage we read,-- Of other triumphs to our arms decreed: Nor fear but equal honors shall repay Each hardy deed where Clinton leads the way.” André indulged in some bold flights of fancy in these verses, such as the following: “Veterans appeared who never knew to yield When Howe and glory led them to the field.” Which are in sharp contrast with the effusions of a Jerseyman of the time, who, with more truth and less sentiment, wrote: “Threat’ning to drive us from the hill, Sir William marched to attack our men, But finding that we all stood still, Sir William he--marched back again.” The day appointed for the Meschianza was the 18th of May. Cards of invitation were sent out and tickets of admission given. The latter are thus described by a Whig lady: “On the top is the crest of the Howe arms, with _vive vale_ (live and farewell). To the sun setting in the sea the other motto refers, and bears this translation: ‘He shines as he sets, but shall rise again more luminous.’ General Howe being recalled is the setting sun; while ploughing the ocean he is obscured, but shall, on his return, and giving an account of his heroic deeds, rise again with redoubled lustre. The wreath of laurel encompassing the whole, encircling the arms, completes, I think, the burlesque.” The names by which this _fête_ is known, Meschianza and Mischianza, are derived from two Italian words,--_mescere_, to mix, and _mischiare_, to mingle. Thus the entertainment, so varied in its nature, has been named a mixture and a medley with equal propriety. We have adopted the spelling of the original invitations, one of which lies before us, and reads thus: The Favor of your meeting the Subscribers to the Meschianza at Knight’s Wharf, near Pool’s Bridge, to-morrow, at half-past three, is Desired. [Signed] HENRY CALDER. Sunday, 17th May. MISS CLIFTON. Knight’s wharf was at the edge of Green Street, in the Northern Liberties; Poole’s bridge crossed Pegg’s Run at Front Street, and was named after one Poole, a Friend, whose mansion lay quite near.