A CASE OF PEDIGREE.
Have you heard of Mistress Whithy? 'mong the ladies of the land
Who have beauty, youth and fortune she was born to take her stand.
She is comely, she is graceful, she is debonair and tall:
And her great-grandfather's portrait hangs in Independence Hall.
Mistress Whitby lives secluded. You would scarcely think that she,
With her simple, country manners, had a noble pedigree.
She is never seen in public, at reception or at ball;
Yet her great-grandfather's portrait bangs in Independence Hall.
Your great-grandfather, reader, with the bravest, maybe, fought
In the war for independence, and, unlucky dog. was shot;
He fought, while Mistress Whitby's only talked, yet, after all,
Her great-grandfather's portrait hangs in Independence Hall.