JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.

ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY, an American statesman and publicist; sixth President of the United States; born at Braintree, Mass., July, 11, 1767; died in Washington, D. C., February 21, 1848. Before he reached the Presidency he had served as his country's representative in England, France, Prussia, and Holland; in his youth, too, he had accompanied his father, John Adams, when he was American Minister at London. He was a frequent contributor to the press, of articles on political topics. He translated Wieland's "Oberon" into English (1797); published "Letters on Silesia," (1803). The "Diary of J. Q. Adams," with his "Memoirs," in 12 vols., was published in 1874-77, edited by his son.

THE WANTS OF MAN.

"MAN wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long."

"T is not with ME exactly so,
But 't is so in the song.

My wants are many, and if told
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.

What first I want is daily bread,

And canvasbacks, and wine,

And all the realms of nature spread

Before me when I dine.

Four courses scarcely can provide

My appetite to quell,

With four choice cooks from France beside

To dress my dinner well.

What next I want, at heavy cost,

Is elegant attire,

Black sable furs for winter's frost,

And silks for summer's fire,

And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace

My bosom's front to deck,

And diamond rings my hands to grace,

And rubies for my neck.

And then I want a mansion fair,
A dwelling house in style,
Four stories high, for wholesome air,
A massive marble pile,

With halls for banquets and for balls,
All furnished rich and fine,
With stabled studs in fifty stalls,
And cellars for my wine.

I want a garden and a park

My dwelling to surround,

A thousand acres (bless the mark!),
With walls encompassed round,

Where flocks may range and herds may low,

And kids and lambkins play,

And flowers and fruits commingled grow,
All Eden to display.

I want, when summer's foliage falls,
And autumn strips the trees,
A house within the city's walls,

For comfort and for ease.

But, here as space is somewhat scant

And acres rather rare,

My house in town I only want
То оссиру a square.

I want a steward, butler, cooks,
A coachman, footman, grooms,
A library of well-bound books,
And picture-garnished rooms,
Correggios, Magdalen, and Night,
The Matron of the Chair,
Guido's fleet Coursers in their flight,
And Claudes at least a pair.

Ay! and to stamp my form and face
Upon the solid rock,

I want, their lineaments to trace,
Carrara's milk-white block,
And let the chisel's art sublime

By Greenough's hand display
Through all the range of future time
My features to the day.

I want a cabinet profuse
Of medals, coins, and gems;
A printing-press for private use
Of fifty thousand ems;

And plants and minerals and shells,
Worms, insects, fishes, birds;

And every beast on earth that dwells In solitude or herds.

I want a board of burnished plate,
Of silver and of gold,

Tureens of twenty pounds in weight,
With sculpture's richest mold,
Plateaus, with chandeliers and lamps,
Plates, dishes all the same,
And porcelain vases with the stamps.
Of Sèvres and Angoulême.

And maples of fair glossy stain
Must form my chamber doors,
And carpets of the Wilton grain
Must cover all my floors;
My walls with tapestry bedecked
Must never be outdone;

And damask curtains must protect
Their colors from the sun.

And mirrors of the largest pane
From Venice must be brought;
And sandalwood and bamboo cane
For chairs and tables bought;
On all the mantelpieces, clocks
Of thrice-gilt bronze must stand,
And screens of ebony and box
Invite the stranger's hand.

I want (who does not want ?) a wife,
Affectionate and fair,

To solace all the woes of life,
And all its joys to share;

Of temper sweet, of yielding will,
Of firm yet placid mind;

With all my faults to love me still,
With sentiments refined.

And as Time's car incessant runs
And Fortune fills my store,
I want of daughters and of sons
From eight to half a score.
I want (alas! can mortal dare
Such bliss on earth to crave ?)
That all the girls be chaste and fair,
The boys all wise and brave.

And when my bosom's darling sings
With melody divine,

A pedal harp of many strings

Must with her voice combine.
A piano exquisitely wrought
Must open stand apart,

That all my daughters may be taught
To win the stranger's heart.

My wife and daughters will desire
Refreshment from perfumes,
Cosmetics for the skin require,
And artificial blooms.

The civet fragrance shall dispense
And treasured sweets return,
Cologne revive the flagging sense,
And smoking amber burn.

And when, at night, my weary head
Begins to droop and doze,

A southern chamber holds my bed
For nature's soft repose,
With blankets, counterpanes, and sheet,
Mattress and bed of down,

And comfortables for my feet,
And pillows for my crown.

I want a warm and faithful friend
To cheer the adverse hour,
Who ne'er to flatter will descend

Nor bend the knee to power;

A friend to chide me when I'm wrong, My inmost soul to see,

And that my friendship prove as strong For him as his for me.

I want the seals of power and place,
The ensigns of command,
Charged by the People's unbought grace
To rule my native land;

Nor crown nor sceptre would I ask

But from my country's will,

By day, by night, to ply the task

Her cup of bliss to fill.