66. Mason work.
by Major.
One more unfortunate!Poor F. F. V.!
Rashly importunate,
Caught out at sea!
Take him up tenderly,
Abraham L.;
Handle him gingerly--
No one can tell
What risks we encounter,
In thus rudely chasina
The pompous ambassador,
C. S. A. Mason!
Ah, the proud Minister
Cometh to grief;
With prospects so brilliant,
How wonderful brief
His life diplomatic--
All smoothly it runs,
Till over his pathway
It bloweth great guns!
A sorry denouement
This, brave F. F. V.;
Thy fondest hopes blasted,
Thy plans all at sea!
You dreamed not of capture,
While with Johnny Bull;
You thought if we tried it,
We'd have our hands full!
But when Uncle Samuel
Appeared on your track,
And gave you his thunder,
To which you knocked under,
O! is it a wonder
You were taken aback?
O! poor Master Mason,
There are sermons in stones--
Don't they speak to you yonder
In eloquent tones?
Howe'er mortar-fying
To “go to the wall,”
We think we've discovered
Your Forte after all!
We send you to Warren,
Your station to fill,
As Minister Foreign
Nigh old Bunker Hill!
You always was warrina
In public, they say--
We hope you'll keep quiet
Where Dimmick has sway.
Williamsburgh, 1861.
--Brooklyn Times, Dec. 3.
