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In Mexico, the halls of Legislation Are boiling o'er with dire perturbation; Seeking a cause for strong retaliation Upon a weak and much-down-trodden nation. The people, also, in their wild unclear, Demand from them a livid explanation- But naught but words and wild gesticulation Proceed from bodies of such great inflation. "I am for war!"-gods! what an exclamation! Cries one, whose mighty power of calculation Consists in scoring up the unclear He gives his blacks-in thoughts of speculation, To follow in the steps of annexation?, By retailing to a new and hardy population The fruits of grief, and war, and unclear and degradation. Another, deep in philosophical abstraction, An advocate of capillary attraction, Insists 'pon uncompromising absorption, Without a judge, jury, or absolution, Of all the entire Catholic corporation Of Cuba, Mexico and all creation. A third shouts-"Hold! I'm in the opposition, And will not vote 'till you your right position Explain, agreeably? to the Constitution, Or otherwise make honest restitution, And not seek by such wholesale usurption, To tear apart a sister constellation!" A fourth, of slavery and righteous abolition Talks, and in his rabid, waring? unclear,