The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-01-02

ADDRESS OF THE STAND
~ u ARD TO HIS PATRONS.

CARRIERS ADDRESS OF THE STAND
3f' ARD TO HIS PATRONS. m 4
IN III IS NH a.il JANUARY 4, lS44 s.aehss &c.
Stop him who can.-the wing'd god still speeds on,
His restless plurnes clothed in oblvions shade,l ~
The wrecks Of temples empires ages gone, ailNf
Hang on the edge Of his unerring blade, s,, sgs
The past a mist 1.-THE present soon the past, gu
The future beckoning onward, to the last. ~ hsvi9
Let the world wag its good old-fashion'd way,
D Each passing hour has something novel init;
The frowB Of care may cloud our sky to day M
z Tomorrow, Joy may smile in every minute. IN ]
Be wise and laugh-if life be dead-etter. N adf
Tears, signs, and sorrowing, wont make it better.
There are some folks whose faces seem like lemons,
+ All bitterness and ,acid7-and hate n
To read them, just as much as do Emmons,
Whose poem made us gloriously great. Ia. s,;,
Some folks can make fury of. Queen Nab, or ..k
Turn dairy milk straight into bonny- clauber.
Ladies! to you word or SO I'll say rsslIl 'Gii@
To you the Carrier looks to win a hearing; 400
Men are too apt to turn the muse away, ,say u
, For greater eyils-spiriting and bee,ing! ss
Mercy's your attribute, SO hear me out, sal
I've got host of things to pirate about saa
g How wags the worlds'--the world Of Fashion, or
! The world Of Politics III try to tell gpis9 aa
The first turns round by established law, II aas
. The other turns the law around, pell-mel.
Fashions phantom which we all must follow,
A bubble-yery beautiful, but hollow. ,s,,,, gn,4
Fair girls your rosy smiles feign would gather,
And not your frowns May sunshine crown your life,
Its joys endure Aits flowers never wither-- 81! fqp
Be thine the bliss Of mother aud Of wife.ag sa4.
For, what are pleasures smiles to those who wear
them, ts..tt ys,sas. 9a tsa-s ta.(s1au y 81 l#
Without a bosom friend to watch and share them.,
And now for you, ye Grabbed, snarling set 3,.
4 Without mate to cheer your gloomy hearth;
Who loli at Beauty s. court with hearts to les n ".
And stead Of flowers, Gull the weeds from earth !;
Ye bachelors-who dodge Times blighting sickle,ae
I've got for you rod or SO in pickle. a s1a
Crop down your whiskers to decent size, li- nts
Avoid your tailors curse, nor let him suffer; a.
Read Chesterfield his precepts learn to prize, t
And don't withdraw the sacred pledge you offer.
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And be respected-look about--get wives!
Our Standard foats-the cry spreads DER the land,
The hills and valleys echo back the strains MD
Rally the word and join with heart and hand ~
TO rout the locos motley host again., el eq8 1e
In unions strength we gain the day. qtt
Wings from the start ---your watch7word must be
~. + SiL "Af 5lt9s ,7rf fe-8 osa afa 40 .,cslts 1
To him the country looks for safety, while Z'H ~
Misrule and treachery soil honor'd maine; tn,
Be true, and happiness again may smile, aaN ss
\ And honesty restore our sullied fame.o Aaa,,i Y
To free theIcountry from q traitors sway n NJ.
eteyery patriot raise his voice, for CLAY a,l ii
Mines but an humble muse-yet, had it power tis
To tell how much love my native soil; n vs.
'Twoud breathe out words Of fire. and bless the hour
I first beheld the Sun Of freedom smile; Is
With that bright dawning Of existence day II,
My infant spirit Ieap'd to HENRY CLAY! X ~,
Patrons the Carrier much too long has prated, 81
His Pegasus was goaded too severely; sai a, r
His verses, too, rather badly mated, XII n ~
But, that's no matter, since he gives them yearly
Poets are scarce, and those Of our city as
Lack much in wits-and, truly, more's the pity. is
Another year has gone.A If cares and troubles
Have been your lot, hope the newborn year
May bring you joy-and all your griefs, like bubbles,
Burst into air. nor leave single tear ,,s,,e
May every day be made of joyous hours, 3 ad
And life journey over thornless aowels. ,t,. ~
RaA sAf 8a
MY task is done-Abut one word ere we part IS
IA If 4 have done my duty in my calling, ! ,gsa
Pm sure I'll feel contented in my heart, f1I c
And think Of money in my pocket falling. yl,oe
So, fare ye wel--a hi,a will sure suffice; o,IT ,9
The muse has sung-but not without price, ~
= III AGNES DU AROCHIER. teab III !.
Agnes du Rochier, says the Chronicles Of