On May 3, 1788, appears in the daily papers (Independent Gazetteer, May 3, 1788) the advertisement of Edward Pole, as a real estate broker, and the chief property that he offers for sale is a tavern called " The Wigwam," situated on the east bank of the Schuylkill at Race Street.
Edward Pole, Notary Public, Conveyancer, Merchantile Broker, At his office in Market street, near the Court House, Philadelphia, He has also opened An Office for the Registering, Purchase, and Sale of Real Estates.The advertisement shows plainly that our Secretary of the Saint Tammany Society had met with misfortune and had to seek his living in this way, consequently there is no more mention of his place as being the headquarters of our Society. The exact meeting-places this year are not given, and we judge that the great controversy over the adoption of the Federal Constitution was being felt by our brethren; for when the Federal Commission came before the people of Pennsylvania, a very thorough and careful writer says, " An issue was raised, something was at stake; and the Whig Party was quickly rent in twain, slanders were set up? The name of Whig fell for a time into disuse, and under the appellation of Federalists and Antifederalists, the two sections of a once harmonious part drew farther and farther apart, and began a contest on a national scale." There are no toasts or names given; all we have in the way of a record of them is the following:
To Be Sold, That elegant situation the noted tavern called the Wigwam, Upon the banks of the Schuylkill, 2 miles from the Court House.
There are on the premises, a Brick House, 21 by 22, with a stone one adjoining 18 by 30 feet; the brick building consists of a very handsome, well finished Parlour 20 by 21 feet, with two well finished Chambers, and two Garrets, lathed and plastered, with two Piazzas round the same, and a Balcony with turned Ballustrades, from which may be seen the city of Philadelphia; a good Cellar and a Pump of Water at the door. The stone building consists of a Parlour and Kitchen adjoining, with a Room over the whole, and an oven.
There is also on the premises, a new Frame Building, built of the very best cedar and white oak, and finished in the modern style, 40 by 20 feet; the lower floor consists of a Dining Room 34 feet long, with a Bar Room adjoining, also two Plunging and two Shower Baths, each in separate genteel rooms; in the second story is a Room well finished 20 feet by 30, calculated for a Dancing Room, or the Entertainment of a large Company with a convenient Drawing Room adjoining; the third floor has three Lodging Rooms, the whole being well finished, lathed and plastered, under which is a complete Cellar or Kitchen with a Fire-Place and every Conveniency.
On the premises is a good Stable, also an excellent Garden of half an acre well laid out, and stocked with an assortment of the best grafted Fruit Trees, such as Peaches, Plumbs, Cherries, Pears, &c. together with a collection of valuable Flower Roots, in the ground ; there is also an Orchard adjoining well stocked with an assortment of grafted Apple Trees, which is enclosed by a Board Fence 7 feet high, and the Garden is under a Palisade Fence 7 feet high; in the orchard are eight well finished Summer Houses, one of which is elegantly finished after the Chinese taste.
The whole commands a beautiful and extensive prospect up and down the river Schuylkill, with a view of the bridges over the middle and upper ferries, being situated in the middle between the two; a plenty of fishing and fowling in the different seasons of the year, and the whole being a pleasant retreat for a gentleman retiring from business in the heat of summer.
This place being so well known renders it unnecessary to say much relative to it. By paying part of the purchase money down, some time will be given for the payment of the remainder.
Thursday being the first of May, a variety of social circles composed of citizens of this place and New Jersey, assembled on the banks of the Delaware and Schuylkill, to commemorate the anniversary of King Tammany, the Tutelar Saint of America. A gentleman of New Jersey and one of the party at Lilliput, wrote the following Song in honour of the day, which was spent with great conviviality.
Tune? A Dauphin's born, &c.How happy thus once moreTo hail returning spring !Friends, welcome to our shore,And cheerful be the day :Join every voice with loud acclaim,Our Guardian's praise to sing;Echo round his grateful name,Let hills and valleys ring.For Tammany demands our song,Then swell the votive strain,His name shall float alongThe breeze that sweeps the plain.Whilst vanquished monsters graceThe saints of distant lands,No fabled tales we trace ;For still recorded standsHow Tammany, in ages past,Subdued our fathers' foes,Till he, worn down with age at last,A sainted hero rose :Such was the chief who claims our song,?Then swell, &c.No wild ambitious strifeHis equal mind could charm ;No sullen scorn of life,Impel 'd his vengeful arm,Nor caprice or revenge could leadHis steadfast heart astray ;If justice doomed his foes to bleed,Reluctant he'd obey :Such was the prince who claims our song,?Then swell, &c.When first our wandering sires,Transplanted freedom here,Bright burn'd his council fires,Their sinking hopes to cheer ;No ambush'd murder stain'd the wild,Or midnight guile betrayed ;Whene'er the mighty chieftain smil'd,Ordained his pow'rful aid :Such was the prince who claims our song,?Then swell, &c.His native force of mindPierc'd the incumbent gloom,And thus in stile refind,Portray'd our future doom :Our tawny race, though fierce and bold,Your sons shall overwhelm ;And long shall they in freedom holdThis rich, extensive realm :Such was the Saint who claims our song,?Then swell, &c.As through a misty cloud,(And here he drop'd a tear)I see a hostile crowdTheir bloody banners rear ;Like you indeed the warriors seem,But oft they're wrapt in fire :How dreadful do their lightnings gleam,And ah ! your sons retire :Such was the chief who claims our song,?Then swell, &c.With aspect fierce he gaz'dThen wild with rapture cry'd,Your foes recoil amaz'd,To shelter on the tide ;And who is he serenely greatWho leads your columns on ?But here was clos'd the book of fate,Or he'd read Washington :Such was the Saint who claims our song,?Then swell, &c.Still in returning MayHis rights shall be our care,And hallow'd be the day,In each succeeding year :Our sons shall sing his sainted name,Till time shall be no more,Now hov'ring on the wings of fame,He marks and guards this shore.Thus Tammany demands our song,Then swell, &c.