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 THE TWO GEOEGES: 
 
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 GUELPH. 
 
 Where's my wig ! — wig ! — the little close-crimp'd style — 
 
 Powder and pig-tail — cock'd-hat with low crown ; 
 
 Brown coat and waistcoat, brown smalls, stockings brown — 
 
 Shoe-buckles, knee-buckles George, you smile-r-you smile, 
 
 Like morning o'er the great Atlantic wave ! 
 Still, somewhat grave. 
 
 Alive, you never smiled, 'tis said : 
 
 You can afford one now you're dead. 
 
 Washington. 
 I had no time for smiles. 
 
 GUELPH. 
 
 That's very true I 
 
 Very true — very true — it is exceedingly true ! 
 
 The British gave you something else to do. 
 
 Yes — and you did it. Ah, you're not much changed : 
 
 Neither am I, though somewhat disarranged. 
 But I should look as trim and plain. 
 New risen from my tomb — 
 Too sturdily self-will'd for disdain, — 
 
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As though, from Windsor come. 
 Direct to London town. — 
 Though now a Shade — who once wore England^s crown. 
 I do rejoice to see your " stars," 
 Which then so grieved me in our wars ! 
 
 Washington. 
 
 King-Shade ! *tis better men should forget some things, 
 And leave the mind a clear field for new deeds ; 
 The more so when the memory chafes or bleeds, 
 
 Which may confuse or clog our onward wings. 
 
 GUELPH. 
 
 I think so, now : — there is no doubt 
 Death makes us wiser, and we see 
 Behind, around, and onward through the rout 
 Of people, soldiers, politicians. 
 And fools with " missions/' 
 And state perplexities, — 
 Besides one's own — one's own — think, think of that — 
 A bull-head will that burst through this cock'd hat ! 
 
 WASHINaTON. 
 
 And you may bear in mind, regretfully, 
 
 Though now we have easy hearts — contented power- 
 Remonstrances most filial met a shower 
 
 Of stone-cold words, or bullets for reply. 
 
 GUELPH. 
 
 Yes — yes — you had some hard words, George, 
 And after that, a bayonet-charge. 
 
Some bullets too — brown-bess ones ; — so had we I 
 You very nearly drove us into the sea — 
 Yes — into the Atlantic sea ! 
 At any rate, quite close upon the shore : 
 And soldiers with no drums and fifes of glee, 
 Soon had to sail home — troubling you no more. 
 
 Washington. 
 
 But you saw none the clearer, old King George, 
 Nor were your ministers the best of men : 
 You were convinced against your will, for then — 
 
 And some while after — you would fain re-forge 
 The anchor whose hot flukes we cast off from our shores. 
 
 GUELPH. 
 
 Shade of the Brave I — re-open not old sores 1 
 Taxes, you know, seem natural to Kings. 
 
 We gave your freedom — but we wanted money — 
 
 (Like my son *^ Wales," 
 Who was much troubled by a man named " Boney,!") 
 My memory fails, — 
 And in my brain an unknown conflict sings ! 
 
 Oh, I am stubborn — ^proud as hoary ; 
 But evermore I thought of England's glory. 
 Centred within my crown ! — 
 2'hat you will own, 
 Man of few words — 
 (More guns and swords) 
 Lay then upon my tomb forgiving flowers ! 
 
 WASHmaTON. 
 My country does so I — and your poets sing 
 Of English-speaking people's future powers. 
 
GUELPH. 
 
 George Washington 1 shake hands with your old King, 
 Who did you so much wrong — you, his best son 1 
 The bull-head crown that you cast-off, 
 Hath long since ceas'd to fret for more dominions 
 Than Phoebus shines upon ; 
 And Conquest's pinions 
 Are folded like an iron ring. 
 Ne'er to unclasp : our old flag's staff 
 No more to plant except on friendly shores. 
 But yours ? — a different Destiny, 
 (Needing no keen prophetic eye) 
 Reveals — as far as Southern Ocean roars. 
 
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