The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1847-01-09
CARRIERS ADDRESS
TO TEE PATRONS OF THE
COLUMBIA DEMOCRAT,
January /, lSi7.


January /, lsi7.
Since las, you head the Carriers 'ene,
Another year has logged slosg.
clustering, simpsrine Spring you've 'esn'
Dress mother Earth in tubes of green'
And round her nsked shoulders spresl
A wreath Of roses blushihg red,
Till ,hs old ,ds herself looked gay'
And smiled as Grsndmas will 10 day.
Blu, Springs q ,houehdes', wild coque''e'
Whose heart has not been touched as yet.
She cares for naughl but dress and song,
And mirlh and elee, the whole day long;
And one nigh, die amid her bowers,
For who could live Oh song aud aoweTsi
No useful fruits, no stores has she,
She'll DO 10 laugh with he he ! hs
And thea came Summer quito I" gay
A. Spring dressed for iesuvs dayj
Bu, though her face 10 sweeI end fair,
Sill! thought with fun 10 blended 'hers.
shs does nos ,bink alone of Aosers,
or butterflies, and sunny bowers.
She 10 engaged ss lovers say.
And muses. on her wedding day,
Shes ,nes,, modest, kind and true,
Warmhearted, loving, useful too.
she looks ahead, and hence prsposss--
8 half grown spple,, peaches pears,
Plumbs, sprlcoU and ruby cherries.
And every kind Of grapes and berries.
Indeed she's worth ten coquete Springs,
Those diIly daily. foolish .hings,
Who emile snd wave their gsrlsnds gay.
And think they've s'ols your heart away.
When ali The time you wish them gone,
Ths, thoughtful Summer might core on.
Next honest Aulumn, frugal dame.
Ia russst robes ssdsteIy came,
She's the thoughtful, prudsn! wife.
Solscs Of mans toilsome life,
No. vigged ou. with wrsaIh' Ct AowaH,
Dwelling not in myrtle bowers.
Practising no take in arls,
Laying snsres for no poor hearts.
shs can laugh, and yel NOT giggls,
She can walk, and and ys, not wriggle.
She can smile, and ys. no. lsnguish,
Sub hsr too, and not scream with anguish.
Ysl she's full Of mirih and gIes,
But sense is mixed with jolliIy.
She will net romp, aud tear away
All night, and sleep in bed nexI day.
Her glance will never drive one msd,
But make tbs inmos, spirit glad.
Look NpuHd her. there's poisloeG
Turnips, cabbage, and tomatoes.
Corn for nush, aud those sweet dodgers,
Loved BY many honest eOdgsrs.
Oh abe is tho frugsl wife,
The solace Of msn's toiisons life.
Let Spring and summer come together.
With Ihelr aowers and bslmy weather.
Humming birds, and buueraIes.
Musical and love sick sighs--
Yet Autumn With hst ccoins dove,
Her corjugsl, and sober love,
Shall win my hesr,, and hold il 100,
IN spite of all that they can DO.
And next cane Winter, sross old maid,
. whom creation 10 afraid,
An! every singing bird she drove,
Far, far away. and stripped The grove
or every leaf where they nigh. shelter.
And sent them oil Of, heller skelser.
Nor fruit, nor flowers, nor bud h,, she.
Nor bunssAy. nor busy bee.
Nor sigh ng brsezs. nor cooing dove,
Ncr sughl Ihs, whispers peace or love
Her yocs is loud. and sharp and shriIl,
Whose tones the heart with trembling fll,
An she will chill you through and through
And pinch your nOse ill il is blue,
Will bluslsr round, and storm and rattle,
And Kick Up every day battle.
Z canno, like her, nUt csni
When she 10 dead. hsavs one poor sIgh
By HE lfoless cOurtsTs disWn,
fine isswiiay rushing on,
6ns,ching ss she passes BY,
IusIre from frail Bsssty's eye.
q, NI;n. f.o., bn. ,h.ak. ,ha