Found Poem
(From The American Watchman and Delaware Advertiser, March 30, 1824)

I beg leave,
your suffrages.
As candidate for Coroner,
I rest my claim
upon your knowledge.

A long life.
One of few survivors
of the revolutionary struggle,
who,
in that dark hour gave all.

Now,
in the decline of life,
when age has unstrung my nerves,
unfitted me for labor,
my straitened circumstance induces me
to appeal to the kindness
of fellow citizens.