In Contemplating the facility [. . .] with which our Once chaste & vi[. . .] mistress “American liberty” admits [. . .] embraces of some of the most profligate and unprincipled men in our Country, I feel disposed to address her in the Words of the Song.

“I loved thee! beautiful and kind,

And plighted an eternal vow,

So altered are your face and mind,

’Twere perjury to love thee, now.[”]