The place where no distinctions are,
All sects and colors mingle there,
Long folks and short, black folks and gray
With common bawds, and folks that pray,
Rich folks and poor, both old and young,
And good, and bad, and weak, and strong,
The wise and simple, red and white,
With those that play and those that fight
The high , the low, the proud the meek.
And all one common object seek;
For lady, belle, and buck, and lass,
here mingle in one common mass,
Contending all which shall be first,
To buy the cheapest, best, or worst.
In fact their opbjecft is to get
Such things as they can ‘ford to eat –
Some beef, some pork, some lamb or veal,
And those who cannot buy must steal –
Nothing more clear, I’ll tell you why,
All kinds of folks must eat or die.
Objects of honor or disgrace,
Are all seen at the market-place.
Do you a slothful debtor seek?
Go there, and you may with him speak;
Seek there a fool, a friend , a foe,
For all togehther there will go.
Are you a painter, and would trace,
the features of one in distress?
Go there, for there you’re sure to find,
An object suited to your mind.
And do you seek a beauteous form,
A well-shaped leg or handsome arm?
Go seek it there, for there are all,
Of every person since the fall:
The virgin, matron, husband, child,
Upon this place have often smiled;
Whate’er you want, you’ll find it there,
There’s every thing, and every where
But those who are on killing bent,
Alone shall feel my chastisement;
in Boston these, ’tis said have not;
Or common sense or feeeling got;
And therefore they are not allowed,
The common jurors’ seat to crowd;
But butchers here, like other men,
Have common sense and sense of pain;
These weigh the meat, and you must know,
The meat side of the scale is low,
And wants your care to balance it,
If you would have your proper weight,
Or else two pounds of beef, you’ll see,
Will just two pounds of beef odd ounces be
The rich, who buy a stately piece,
Will scarcely know their meats decrease;
But ’tis the poor, who little buy,
That miss their meat, and wonder why,
‘Tis thus with some – but not with all–
For many, from the loaded stall,
With ballance even, weigh the meat,
Too honest to defraud or cheat.
In Review of New York, Thomas Heaton (1814)