FAREWELL, old friends, if I may call

One man among you friend,

Assembled to recount my fall,

And mourn my lively end.

If you would know what has me sent

To drown in this ship Spirm,

'T was being greedy and so bent

On getting a Third Term.

Throughout my life I have been lucky;

Yes, luck has made my mark.

I got West Point by being plucky,

In grinding up tan bark.

With heart as hard as any flint,

I battled through our wars,

And earned my shoulder-straps by dint

Of smoking good cigars.

Old Belknap, in my later days,

Did first my mind delude;

I quitted, for his wicked ways,

The paths of rectitude.

In the White House we lived like kings,

And played our little game;

We ran railroads and whiskey rings,

And Belknap took the blame.

But now my jig is up at last,

Just as my trip was o'er;

For my misdeeds I'm tried and cast

Adrift on this wild shore.

Let my successor warning take, -

Yes, those of either sex, -

Lest they, like me, their end should meet,

While trying to be Rex.

ULYSSES S. GRANT.P. S. How strange it would appear

If I my escape should make,

And my whole country's praises hear,

Like Con in the Shaugraun's wake.

U. S.