John C. Calhoun On A Velocipede!

More filler from the Whig songbook: What would be thought of the morality of the Democratic party if it should take this odious, this detestable administration by the hand, or admit it into its council? — Washington Globe. Why, under such circumstances, we would think of the “morality” of the party pretty much as weContinue reading “John C. Calhoun On A Velocipede!”

Harry of the West

HARRY OF KENTUCKY. Tune. — ‘Tis my delight of a shiny night Once more our glorious banner out,Upon the breeze we throw —Beneath its folds with song and shout,Let’s charge upon the foe!Our chosen chief, alas!— no moreShall place his lance in rest.But well we know the love he bareOur Harry of the West,Our HarryContinue reading “Harry of the West”

President Tyler’s Nose

Apparently Mr. Hood of Philadelphia needed  five lines after the last song and before beginning the next, to fill the page.  So he printed this bit: The Madisonian says that the “Tyler men are willing to count noses with the Van Buren men any day.” The Tylerites do not number very many noses, but thenContinue reading “President Tyler’s Nose”