OCTOBER 13, I860.]
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by Louis H. Stephens, in
the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern
District of New York.
jUGg- Note to the Press at end of Poem.
By Edmund C. Stedman.
PART I .
THE PRINCELY PROGRESS.
HAVEN'T you heard how
an English Prince,
A genuine royal Scionflow an English Prince,
not three months
Came sailing, singing,
His true American friends
To him I dedicate this
By leave of the British
0, haven't you heard how
an English Duke,
Howan English Duke his
home forsook ?
How, leaving his high
Newcastle came with the
Prince of Wales and Lord
Here are grandees three,
it seems to me!
Add them up, how many
And while you're trying the Knot to undo,
I'll give you the rest of my parcel.
Maidens were saying, long before
He came in sight of a Yankee shore,
That all the princes of fairy rhyme,
Voyaging " once upon a time,"
Never compared with this island Prince ;
His lips were sweeter than sugared quince ;
His locks as brown
As Prince Charming's own;
When he spoke, his tone
Was nice to be heard, as that of the bird,
To which Prince Ruby was cruelly turned
By the spell his magical rival learned;
He had j ust enough of the rickets in youth
To make him wise as Prince Ricquet, and, sooth,
No tuft to niake him frightful;
Prince Valiant himself was not braver ;
And as to his face—I here give place
To my artist and engraver :
If they half do their duty by his beauty,
You'll own his face is delightful.
In the morn of a warm midsummer day,
The royal party made their way
Where the ships, not far from Portsmouth bar
Lay trimmed and ready for starting;
Victoria's cheek His Highness kissed,
Heartily shook th y Consort's fist,
Gaye sister Alice s nose a twist,
And so got through with the parting.
Past Cape Clear and the Channel Fleet,
Waft, breezes, waft the sweet
Young Prince, and don't be fro ward—
As you are, they say
In the Biscay Bay ;
For the jolly old Sun is shining his best
On the gold $t(j §mx of the Prince's crest
That flames at the Hero's peak.
"Forward! forward! royally toward
The loyal welcomers in the West,
And the distant land we seek !"",.
But down, down, beneath the waves,
To the ocean-nymphs' and Undines' caves,
'Twas telegraphed that a mortal Prince
Was crossing the broad Atlantic waters:
So strange a thing had not happened, since
Prince Flod sailed over the Northern Sea ,
And was carried off by the Lurley's daughters;
(You all have read the story. I trust;
If you haven't you must:
You'll find it in Thorpe's Epito-me;)
Then 0, what a wonder the billows under!
For even great Neptune's Queen herself
Came up for a sight of the young Guelph ;<*
One by one, the Nereid race,
Nymph and mermaid and water-fay,
To catch a glimpse of his handsome face,
Swam round the Hero every day ;
Lifting themselves on their dolphin tails,
Parting their hair with ringers fair,
Peering over the vessel's rails,
Splashing, dashing, glances flashing1—
Longing to capture the Prince of Wales!
From Water-Sprite's alluring Slyness,
Newcastle saves His Royal Highness.
But straight for the Nova Scotian shore
The squadron bore,
Till, after wet nights and iceberg frights,
And other usual marine delights,
It anchored in Halifax harbor.
Here thir y thousand Jonathan Slicks,
Packed together like so many bricks, '
Gave Albert Edward no time to " fix,••'■
Nor the Duke to visit his barber ;
Such loyalty never was known before ;
Cheering, clamor, and cannon's roar ;
And etill the tumult increases,
Until, by way of crowning the fun,
And showing how such things should be done
They blow a gunner to pieces.
* For this rhyme 'tis proper to make amends
To some H-disdaining English friends ',
But who, without going to Walker for—help,
Could rhyme it at all, if pronounced GvL-elp ?