The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-01-03 00:00:00

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Liverpool, Dec. 21,1842

J. M. L.

A WELCOME TO THE NEW YEAR

Though happiness smile not alone on the earth—
Though varied life's landscape around us may be,
No useless lamentings shall darken thy birth ;
Thy presence shall banish the tear and the sigh !
For pleasure thou bringest, with hope, in thy train,
Our homes and our hearts to enliven with glee ;
Though sorrow may visit our pathway again,
We offer our tribute of welcome to thee!

Though winter's stern breath over nature may steal—
Though over creationits mantle it throws,
The warmth of our feelings it cannot congeal—
Joy's
sunshine shall sparkle on winter's cold snows .
For spring, at thy bidding, our meadows shall greet,
Thy summer shall smile on the land and the sea,
Thine autumn shall lavish its stores at our feet—
So gaily we offer a—welcome to thee 1
Though, screen'd from our vision, futurity hide
The scenes, strange and varied, thy moments may bring,
All gloomy forbodings, forgotten, subside—
Hope kindly gives birth to the notes that we sing!
For fancy, whose colours oft gently have shed
Their hues where all else doubt and darkness would be,
Breathes softly its spell—and the whispers of dread
All melt in an echo of—welcome to thee !
Though ruthless adversity ravage the spot
Where centred our hopes and affections repose,
And chequer with trials and sorrows our lot—
Why should we lament, ere we suffer, our woes ?
For many will hail thee, the donor of good ;
Nor trouble and grief shalt thou only decree ;
Thy pleasures shall flfmrish where sorrow had stood,
And claim from our feelings—a welcome to thee !

A welcome to thee, then, for weal or for woe!
We know not the fortune that on us may wait ;
But cold is the bosom that feels not the glow,
The thousand strange sympathies thou canst create
If cloudy and stormy thy pilgrimage here,
Our thoughts o'er the future's wide surface roam, I
If life, on thy path, smile serenely and clear,
Oft shall be repeated—a welcome to thee ! ,
Liverpool, Dec. 31, 1842.
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A. PORTRAIT

AFTER ANACREON

Painter ! paint me, if you can,
Ireland's sturdy Beggarman.
You shall paint him as I tell you_
With a round and portly belly ;
Brownish wig, well oil'd and curly,
On his nob, so big and burly;
Let his bronzy eyebrows pass
O'er a forehead gilt with brass;
And his eyes, as blue as lead,
Peep through rims of gummy red;
With the expression of the ox,
Mingle well the traits of fox—
So that if their staring fulness
Indicate the bullock's dulness,
Yet their twinkling way of running
May develope Reynard's cunning.
Let his Mug be plump and jolly,
Fat with roguery, more than folly :
Stretch the mouth from ear to ear,
Grinning with a devilish sneer.
Paint the nostrils cocked and spacious—
Snuffing round and round--" sagacious
Of the quarry" near at hand—
That's " his own—his native land."
And to fix expression due
On each lineament and hue,
Let the visage emulate a

Prating lump of a potato,
Then in vesture of his clan.
Rig me this Bull-Beggarman.
On his back's prodigious mould
Be the blanket strapped and rolled;
From each shoulder hang a sack
Cramm'd till very near it crack.
Hang behind, on either hip,
Here a wallet—there a scrip.
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