Poetry.

Old Sloop the Poughkeepsie Journal,
being widened, deepened, and lengthened
into a ship of prime dimensions,
and retaining her first name,
will leave port the 30th day
of September:

The owner, proposes-

TO carry NEWS in bales or casks,
Jugs, hogsheads, porrengers or flasks,
Come how they may - hot, cool or cold,
Stow'd in the all-capacious hold.

Fierce PARTY PIECES, all on fire,
In hen-coops must be packed higher;
Full in the drenching buckets play
Whene'er the flame emits its ray.

Safe underneath the black cabouse
Will lay the DITTY light and loose:
While in the steerage snug and sure
Can rest the moral SCRAP secure.

The ANECDOTE, Hint and Receipt,
shall all a warm attention meet;
Pxx close beyond the patt'ring rain
Low in the rundlet's dark domain.

High on the deck, and full in view,
Will stand the ADVERTISEMENT crew:
Point blank, a never hidden mark;
Like horses on the yankey bark.

If thunders roar, or lightnings flash,
Fierce winds shrill whistle - billows dash:
In ev'ry conflict known to ocean,
Whate'er the elements emotion;
The PILOT will collected stand,
Avoid the rocks, and shun the land.
(Deep sands of malice, rocks of pow'r)
And all the perils of the hour;
Forever keeping in his eye
The compass, IMPARTIALITY.