The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1844-01-04

The fuiure cherries as the tomb.
Old eighteen hundred forty four,
Our benefac,or is no more.
We, none lsmen, him.-all are CAV,
With mirlh and song they spend me day
or sugar plums and cakes and toys,
Among the bright eyed girls and boys,
Who laugh and danre. and shout and sing
Aronud the old man in a ring,
| Till he almost a. blest ~ ,hev,
Sings songs although his locks are gray.
This group rejoice that forty four
Has LEFT them 10 return no more;
They loved him not, but Patron why,
| cannot tell Il need no, try.
Fen yonder maidens young and fair,
Who were The old years special care,
To whom, tho graced with charms before,
He freely gave thousand more,
Till in their face as now you see,
Beam beauty, knowledge, modesV,
Which three whatever maid possess,
Though not an angel scarce 10 less)
Fen they say, ungrate(ul prove,
For while he died they talked Of love.
All foo|ishly men blame the past,
The present lhoughtess from them cast,
The unknown future charms their eve,
And hence with no good reason why,
They wish the old year al an end.
The new one welcome as friend.
Sincs las! with artless hand the string,
Your Carrier touched, and strove to sing,
Misguided crowds you've seen arise,
With jaundlced and near sighted eyes;
Each foreigner they thought foe,
Prepared TO strike some deadly blow.
They clasped the bible in one hand
The other held flaming brand
A thousand furies Joined their train,
And kinded madness in their brain,
SO forth they rushed to bias, and burn,
And all to wreck and ruin turn.
l lie IUTtIRHtT deltHlsnSu saw
In mercy, reason, justice, law
No safety-as his churches fell,
The mob approving raised the yell.
Enough, enough, peace has returned,
And now they build what then they burned
lie who throws reasons lamp away,
And follows passions lurd ray,
Will find, and that e'er very long,
II costs the most to DO what's wrong.
When murder ceased, King nonsense ruled
And all hands joined to play ,he fool.
With forty yells for Henry Clay,
Our ears were stunned a, dawn Of day;
As many screams for Jimmy Polk,
Our midnight slunbers often broke.
Men who before had passed for grave,
Would shout TO see poke stalk wave,
A hickory leaf, hickory cane,
The sight of almost crazed their brain.
With all their might they roared and sung,
Their hats in airy circles swung,
Aud every face, and every eve,
Beamed wild delight and ecsIacy
A coon skin stuffed with hay or chaT,
These worthless viewed with slornful laugr
But thousands saw il with delight.
And gained much courage from the sight.
" hen through the streets their coon was
berne,
they followed, not his death 10 mourn,
But TO proclaim with shout and song,
That they were fearless, wise and strong.
Enough OF this, the elections o'er,
And Reason has returned once more,
Now men can see hickory pole,
Without mighty flow Of soul,
Or view coon It's anlck's play,
And yet moi cry, hurrsh for Clay.
When they employ a man to dig
A ditch, or kill fallened pig,
Or shoot dog, or build fence,
Men think, reflect, and use their sense,
But when they choose president,
A thousand methods they invent,
TO drive reflection from lhe mind.
Tha, they may make that choice when
blind,
never knew the reason why,
Bot grown up men know more than |.