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THE MEMBERS

OF THE

MASSACHUSETTS

Charitable Mechanic Association,

THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS

IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED,

WITH A SINCERE WISH THAT IT WERE MORE WORTHY OF

THEIR ACCEPTANCE,

AND A REGRET THAT IT IS SO FEEBLE A RETURN FOR THE

KIND REGARDS,

THEY HAVE UNIFORMLY MANIFESTED FOR

THE AUTHOR.

On such social forms, our Printers ne'er set up,
And sure, in such cases, no workman will get up,
"The proof of the pudding's in eating," folks cry,
But the Devil himself knows they're not fond of pie.
Derry down, &c.

Cordwainers, when old they are beginning to wax,
Know their soul has no end, and their uppers no tacks,
So when to death's lap-stone their all they commit,
May snug and long quarters succeed their last fit,

When they're down, &c.

Our Tailors from this jolly board will ne'er sheer off,
Since such measures are taken the white cloth to clear off;
In defence of our Freedom, they know how to fell ;
They can collar, cuff, baste, and send foes into

Down, down, &c.

We'll rivet attention to Coppersmiths too,

May their steam-boilers ne'er put the folks in a stew :--
Our Tinmen have hammer'd their plates one and all
Into funnels of Charity in Faneuil Hall,

Derry down, &c.

Our Dyers are true men, though much used to lie,
In Humanity's cause they won't scruple to die.-
Our friend the grave-Stone Cutter, gratitude wins,
For his Charity covers a great many sins,

When we're down, &c.

Our Bookbinders work by the nut and the screw,
When their sheets are all fair, be the cover true blue ;
Their alliance be holy, unlike Austria and Prussia,
Or the unletter'd slaves that are all bound in Russia,

Where they're down, &c.

Our Mastmaker spars not with one brother swigger ;-
Our Ropemakers frequently act with some Rigour ;-
Our Sailmakers' work always weathers the gale,
And their votes, at a canvass, will ne'er be for sale.
Derry down, &c.

May our Bakers roll on, and to Charity's meal,

(Till their ashes are cold) may they ne'er make ap-peal;
May their full-crumb sustain the hard lever of woe,

And in life's ample trough, may they ne'er need John Doe.
Derry down, &c.

Our Painters develop the signs of the time,

May they ne'er want a coat, when they're past their best prime: As they can't drink their Easel, as Shakspeare would call it, They'll not brush, while such colours remain for their palette,

Which go down, &c.

Our Carpenters will not com-plain a great deal,
If their hand is but set to the right sort of ciel.-
Our Pumpmakers feeling oft puts in a pucker,

When such subjects are handled, they're sure to give succour.
Derry down, &c.

Our Hatters defend our Republic's renown,

Tho' they wish every man to live under the Crown;
Like Old France, they would bring to the block every cap,
And do homage at last to imperial Nap,

Who is down, &c.

Our Clockmakers suit not our enemies' liking,

If they once move their hands, the effect is most striking ;
Our Watchmaker's spring, that's the juice of the grape meant
In this Watch glass, from which there's I'm sure no escape-meant.
Unless down, &c.

Our Shipwrights, and Millwrights, and Housewrights, and
Wheelwrights,

Should the voice of oppression but breathe to repeal rights,
The Millwright would Clack, and the Housewright would flame,
The Wheelwright be Spokesman, the Shipwright would frame.
A down, &c.

Our Turners, I guess, must come in for their turn,
May they keep fortune's top till they go to the urn ;—
Our Workers in Stucco old maids ought to flatter,
They're the boys who can put a good face on the matter.
Derry down, &c.

May our Saddlers ne'er lack a good saddle of mutton
To their cloth, when a poor, but old friend, wants to cut on.
Here's a stave to the head and the heart, of each Cooper,
And a sigh to the mem❜ry of one noble Hooper,

Who is down, &c.

Our Glass-blower's lustre is lent to a brother,

He sees through his own errors, and pities another.-
Our Engravers, of course, must fall into the line,

A proof the impression's remarkably fine.

Derry down, &c.

Our Sugar-refiners, too, gladly we meet,
For Charity's sure to have them in her suite ;-
Our Brewers must put in their oar at this feast,
For may we not call them wise men of the Yeast?
Derry down, &c.

From the Rock of the Mason life's waters we bring,
They are pour'd forth as pure as the scriptural spring,
As the Iris of Heav'n, the heart of Hope cheers,
To the Widow and Orphan, our bright Arch appears.
Derry down, &c.

Here's a health to our Mayor, while he fills such a station
He'll ne'er be in want of a good Corporation;
But the length of this ditty my conscience upbraids,
So I hope that you'll pardon a Jack of all trades.

Derry down.

WHEN God bade the Earth "BE" from Chaos and night,
And smiled on the form of his lovely creation;
He blessed the new mansion with beauty and light,

And

gave it to man for his fair habitation.

'On the wide land, I give thee,

Go cheerful to toil;

And gain with thy hands,

The rich fruits of the soil;

And full be the harvests thy labours increase,

With the blessings of Health, and the safety of Peace.'

II.

Then fell the hill-forest, and lo! in its place,
Fair temples arose at the voice of Devotion;
Deep fields spread their tributes of plenty and grace,
And cities rock-built fence the borders of Ocean.
But more dear than the fortress,
More blest than the dome,

Was the low-roof he builded

And called it “a HOME,"

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Which smiles o'er the harvests his labours increase,
With Affection and Love in the safety of Peace."

III.

He tempts the dark ocean and launches afar,
His castles high-winged to its uttermost distance,
To bear the deep voice of his thunders in war,
And win lovely peace, by a gallant resistance;