Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1831-01-05
CARRIERS
NEW YEARS ADDRESS.

SO beautiful its last farewell,
There ling'ring memory loves to dwell.
Though breaking in full light appear
The gories Of the newborn year.
Who can forget till feeling die
The history Of the year gone by
What once would cen in Poesy seem
But as a wild and brilliant dream,
The living world has now displayed.
Throwing the fancied into shade,
For where's the vision Of Romance
Can match the TRIUMPH-wEEK ofFRANcl
All hail to France, thou great and free,
The hopes Of men are fixed on thee!--
Thy purple and Imperial flower,
Once but the badge of tyrant power,
Shall now in fields Of freedom spring,
The emblem Of Patiiot-hmg-
The emblem of a people bold,
Whose land no more is bought and sold,
But from her hreing tyrants free,
Rewards noble peasantry!
Day of the dauntless and the good.
Thy morning-star once set IN blood,
But now through long enduring hnzo
Breaks forth the first of Glory's days
Hearst thou that long eXuing cry -
'ris the first breath ofLIBERIY.
seest where yon dd'ning smoke is borne'
'Tis the first glow of freedoms dawn.
Hearst thou the quick beat of the drum
See'st thou the thronging people come?
Amidst that crowd are ancient men,
Whose youthful fire revives again:
New nerv'd to man his throbbing heart
The very school boy bears his part.
OF every various rank are they,
Who seek and share this gallant fray:
The laborer leaves his snewy toll
To mingle in the battles broil,
While yon tall palaces afford
Many valiant, patriot-Iord.
But who is this, whc leads the band
Raise thy glad voice, thou grateful lard,
For whom his earliest blood was given,
And lift his noble name 10 heaven
'Tis Freedoms lriend-'tis la TAYErTE-
His proudest laurel waits him yet
Thou almost martyr, who dost move
Amid the shouts ofgenera love,
Go on-thy generous life hath been
Worthy of such closing scene
The best reward for heart like thine
Awaits thee in thy bright decne;-
To see upon the farthest heights
I he spread Of freedoms signal-lights,
To hear her trumpets Weakening tones.
Amidst the sound of crumbling thrones,
The clear sweet voice Of truth to hear
No more restrain'd by power and fear.
Teaching TO all Of human kind,
The better freedom ofthe mind!
But now lead on, lead on, thy train.
Ne rebel rout with fury vain,
France hath been taught in adverse school
The fire of her quick soul 10 rule.
Though her great spirit is awake,
Though well she knows the mighty stake,
Not one rash step shall mark her way,
But through the whole immortal day.
Each hour shall show some glorious deed,
And still the last the rest exceed.
That week Of triumph is not old,
The story is but newly told,
The hopes it wahen d, still they swell,
And dreams Of good too deep to tell
With these the dswning year We hail,
Painting to pierce its mystic veil
What Crowns Of guilt shall fall TO earth,
What Nations feel second birth,
Far rowing o er the climes Of men
Searches the fancv's ardent ken,
From the gay sp'endors Of = Cloud,
And Paris, all with laures strow'd,
70 where on Afric's golden strand
The cities ~ofihe ransom'd stand
Trom>Fufope struggling TO be free,
TO the wild homeless Cherokee
TIL expansive thought with love sublime
Broods musing DER each various cline,
And fain would lift the whitening ban
That binds the suffering soul of man.
PATRONS AND FRIENDs-to you bear tc
day
My annual wishes, and my annual lay.
For the free gift your bounty may bestow,
May gathering thousands in your Golfers glow!
Remember, too, when bitter winter comes,
You may sit safely in your pleasant homes,
But !, the blowing tempest must abide,
Tho snow and sIeet upon the blast may ride
Remember this, and let me not pass by,
Unaded your gentle charity;
Then gratitude your printers boy shall warm,
Tho round him beat the coolest winter storm.
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lowing description of the place wer'
rests the remains of the sage of Monti
cello, is extracted from a North Carroll
ma paper