Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1842-01-08
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the Patrons of the Richmond Palladium


the Patrons of the Richmond Pailadi
KIND PATRONS:
A happy ear TO you ali
Patrons great-and patrons small!
With much good will 1 NEE, you hear,
As "Carrieri' for the current year,
And while 40 talk Of other times
In s,anzas rude, and uncouih rhymes,
I'll pledge myself, (tho' somewhat lesser
To follow OPP my predecessor,
And give you weekly at your door
The choicest news ihi. wide world DER:
Besides abundant other matter
(And tho I have no wish to fattsr
The s.chaps'' who get my paper out,)
still must say about the latter,
That whatso'er they set about
They'll do with woDdfous skill and power,
And meet your wishes to the hour.
This much promised, we now begin
To see what topics we'll take in
To scan the gear that just gone by
And note events of strange complexion,
That in promiscuous jumbo lie
And OMNIBUS in their connection.
When IL came in our hopes were high,
And ioy beamed forth from every eye,
With hearts eIate and bosoms warm,
We dreamed not of the coming storm.
Long had we 70 ugh, for f'eemen's rights,
Wrested away by ,yrant hands
Through many dark affective nights
Withstood expressions serried bands
And now-and now the Battle won
Basked once again in freedoms sun.
But iark-that sound! Ills wildly sad
Which from the east breaks loud and clear
Behold n train in mourning clad!
The munled drum-thep all--the bier!
And all the outward signs of grief
lives, the sons Of freedom now
Their day Of jubilee-how brief
Bcnea, IN Affections rod they bow
Their Chief has fallen in the hour,
Oppression lost its i'll got powor.
Res, Gienain rest-thy work is done
Warrior rest-lor thy race is run-
Sleep .Stafesman sleep-on thy lowly bier
Where The sod is wet with the patriots tear.
For thee, the wall of sorrow rose
For thee, the band of mourners came
And NIL the signs of deepest woes
Shrouded il gloom pale freedoms flame.
Rest Chisf,ain, rest-thy fame shall be
A hight above this stormy world;
And freedoms banner long for thee
With glorious strength shall be unfurled,
Res, Warrior, rest-ihe battles strife
With carnage dread--and horrors rife
Hath passed away aud we are free
Uncathed our Eagle scars on high
"Ourc canvass whitens every sen"
Our Banners proudly float the sky
Within their folds in letters bright
Burst. on the patriots raptured sight
Two names, commingling into one
Great WASHINGTON and HARRISON.
Time had rolled on a little space
Another flied the Chieftains place
To him tie peoples eyes were turned
lie said his patriot bosom burned
With gratitude to those whose VIII
Gave him this mighty trust to fill
And would so far as i'll him lay,
Their unbought confidence repay
The people tossed their hats on high
And with loud huzzas rend the sky.
But there soon came an extra SESSION.
OF Congress, TO relieve our woes
When members labor (strange coniession)
More for themselves than good of those
Who sent them there to mend the laws
And do away the 'spccie c!atrs'
nlong the curse of this poor nation,
And s,umbling-block to IT'S salvation
To mako = currency whose use
Would not adm: of such abuse,
That poor and rich, am all might ieei
Its aim to be the general veal;
Alas. how many a luckless slip
Between the upiurned cup and NJ.
Another little space has passed
Confusion stalks throughout the land
And at the ,rumpe,s martial blast
A band of patriots firmly stand
ga Traitor base' they loudly cry
uUiu head time here-or else ,ee'H de.
The people hear the mad uproar
Where ~cla.hing tongues are rolling DER,
Where grinding teeth in hTmness set
Proclaim the force of anger yet
Where hrery orbs, and knitting ifown.
Would LOOK a very tyrans down
When manifesto long and loud,
Burst from Them like a fiery cloud
On lightning's wings i, swiftly flew
And spread a fame The country through
The "Tfaitor, tre~mble.-pale's his brow
He sees the FIRE that's lighted up,
Teio sannotsave him now,
He mus, drink down the bitter cup.
The people meantime see the farce,
Begin their luckless stars TO csrsc--
For -specte's'' getting still more scarce.
And currency" grows worse and worse:
The servants live IN high estate
The m4siers mourn helr ha pless fate.
The wear is drawing TO a CLOSE