[written for the Richmond Dispatch.] ‘ The hungry old Esan who craved the base gold
on the resignation of Gen. Scott
by M. B. Wharton.
To be found in his Federal men,
Who for seventeen thousand his birthright sold--
And he might have been purchased for less--
Like Lucifer fall while from his foul grasp
Cropped the sword that's bestowed on another
That's sword which his ma so recently clasped
To pierce the fair breast of his mother.
But his mother still lives as the boast of the brave
With her glory unstained by a blot.
Save when her girlhood's imprudence she gave
To the world such a traitor as Scott;
While in mere second childhood he toilers away
From the stage he'll revisit oh never!
And in the "last scene" his old carcase must lay
Unwept and unhonored forever!
But be now leaves the strife to seek a repose,
Oh where that repose will he find.
When the heart is consumed with its climes and woes
And remorse over guans on the mind?
And in vain he will seek in a foreign land
For loys that may sooths and delight him;
For the an angry billow that lashes the strand,
His conscience, so guilty, will smite Lim.
The armies and navies all thirsting for blood.
Which he sent his own kinsmen to slay,
The Southron have vanquished by field and blood,
And his landed they've taken away;
Like Plato's picked man he now sinks to the earth,
Of like Arnold all covered with shame!
But the treason he played to the land of his birth,
Will ever live to make hopeful his name,