Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1830-01-05


the patrons of newspapers in doggrel rhymes,
the commencement of a new-year, is for aught Y
know coeval with the very origin of newspaper
| 1t is custom, however, which has generally be-
! considered the perquisite of the carriers of Il
! papers, and hence these epistles are common
known as Curriers' Addresses. The caWiers, Oft
city papers especially, visit their patrons wi
these poetical greetings at the dawning OF Ne'
Years Day, and many heart is made lighter b
the weight of the solid return in shillings an
pence which is made to their compliments A
we have Ito such carriers for our paper we ava
ourselves of the kindness Of highly valued CO
respondent to present to our subscribers the TO
lowing address, all the good wishes of which al
entirely gratis.
NEW-YEAR'S ADDRESS, FOR 1880
The clock strikes one-farewell, old year
Now terminates thy brief career.
The sound new one ushers in,
Bids this go out and that begin;
And thus it is; the steeple's chime
Notes down the hours and years of time.
So thou art gone, old Twenty Nine,
A point to lengthen out the line,
That holds together counted years,
All numbered in their short careers.
Scarce are our greetings said for one,
When yet another is begun.
So moves old Time; his icy brow
Is cold to touch and wrinkled now
Then soon we feelihis freezing breath,
Ere that is gone, he whispereth
With milder voice, but tickle still,
Now warm, now locking up the rill-
Then feel his furnace, burning near,
Wrapt in a blazing atmosphere;
Then chill and cold, and chiller yet
Till the old year the new hath met,
And thus he goes and comes again,
And leaves us boys and finds US men.
See the blue waves ON oceans breast
Light high their white and sparkling crest
Then mingle with the flowing sea-
So rolleth on century
Ayear is but wave-'tis here
Is gone-then comes another year;
So measpreth century,
A point to Gods eternity.
So thou hast vanished, Twenty-Five
Thy name is registered! yet thine
Is but unit to the sum,
Unnumbered in Times martyrdom.
Thou hast wrought changes in the fate
OF nations, and the good and great,
Who saw thee rising into light,
Now sleep in earth, before the night
Tolls out thy requiem, thou year!
Yet ace are living round thy bier.
Thou hast seen blood in freedoms war,
While Grecian blade and scimetar
Cleaned out near old Thermopyla.
And Greece was striving to be free,
To lay in dust the turban down,
And have senate or a crown
Still thou hast smiled upon our shore
And heaped our horn of plenty DER,
All prosperous, though half insane
With politicks, in every vein.
We give the greetings of the year
To friends and patrons, far and near,
We wish all blessings of our life
Home, happiness, loving wife,
Success in enterprise-and mirth
Where snaps the fire upon the hearth;
Wealth to artisans, mechanicks,
A life of ease and free from panicks
To lawyers suits and noble fees,
Yet hands to slacken, as they squeeze;
TO doctors practice, as they say tits
Hard to live where calls are gratis.
We wish our farmers may have health,
Increase their stores and gather wealth,
That all their land both good and poor,
May pour its increase at their door,
And every garden, every field,
More rich, abundant stores may yield.
Success to teachers, and to all
We wish things Super-bonical-
(See some ancient dictionary,
The word is true as dictionary.
Success to railroads, engineers
To farmers crops and Indian ears
To courtships and to marriages.
Velocipedes, steam-carriages-
To cattle-shows, and varieties
Of Temperance Societies
10 every thing non-quizzical,
Not bad to bodies physical.
What more remains but just to peep
AT home, where our affections keep?
SO turn, our jumping, skipping lay,
10 thee, sweet vale of Nashaway!