Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1849-12-26
To the Patrons Of the
SENTINEL.

Another Christmas, and another year,
Have come and gone, and still the Carrier s here
Flooding his patient course from door to door,
However hard the pelting rain might pour.
No Sentinets are now beneath his ann,
But papers which to him have greater charm
80 II you please, your hand within your pocket!
For money now is first upon this docket.
That's a!-and now for eighteen forty-nine,"
And Just as "short and sweet as | can rhyme:
First let lis look at Europe's oIden land,
The mountains, where Hungary's noble band,
Bravely, in it's defiles, mainland its stand,
Till crush'd and lost by one foul traitor hand'
But Hungary will not sleep nor e ell pine
While kossulh's spirit lives, or rolls the Rhine!
And saely as he sits, the Russian Bear
May yet See freedoms banner waving there;
And Slberia, with her cherries caves,
One day be other than his icy graves
Receptacle of all who meet his flown,
(Who will not bend and crouch beneath a crown y
But not cen him-nor Ans'ria's bloody 1hrongs-
Nor England's petticoat-or IreIand's wrongs
Nor even Time and Battle benton Rome
(Which has at last refused the Pope IA home ~
Nor spain with her bravado and her lance
Which chain the wits of men. But high,y France,
Her ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Politicians, sages, all, embarrass;
A Thousand prophets daily tell her doom,
And DER her shadow forth the deepest gloom
Butonward, peaceful, firm and fesolute,
The nation goes, without an emeute!
But WI will leave this old and worn-ont world,
And 60 where freedoms banner is unfurld-
A Flag, the prondest that the world e'er saw
(Which waves for peace bnt never fnrls for war;
A Flag, that teIls of Harmony and Might;
Whose stars and stripes have never felt the blight
OF traitor breath, since ARaoLD's fatal day,
When Treason from 0ur land was swept away!
Our Iov'd United States!''-these links of gold,
Which 10 the mind such gnrgeonsneas nnfold!-
HnU pau We IraaSo If n.St;nu off n Ink-
To quarrel, separate. and downward sink,
Till all our glory and our power have fed,
And we are with the nations of the dead!
Forbid it, Heaven-who in thy strength creates-
That thus at length should end oar happy States!
Yield eV'rything rather than a star erase
From out that Flag which never knew disgrace;
When that is done, a degradation deep
Will DER our land in blacken'd currents sweep.
Foul.hearted men have talked of this of late,
And names are told of each seeding State!
But if the tricksters "Disunion'' spread.
Our nation has a soldier at lis head
A good and brave old ma,l-who never swerv'd
Amidst the fire and blood that tried the nerv'd;
And now. when dangerous men are rising up,
And holding to our land the Poison Cup,
He will, as on Buena Vista's field.
Kn0w ,chat is rightJfght on-and nerer yield!
Another year will soon leap into life.
And men begin again their worldly strife,
To reap a portion of the worlds good cheer
A plentuous table and a conscience clear!
The Sentinel has ever done lis best
To do ,chat's rieht-God's nohlest behest!
If it has err'd, do not forget this line
"To err is h nman-!o forgive Divine;
But this the motto ever on its shield
''Thonghts independent it will never yield"
And of this the Carrier Boy can boast,
He never has been missing at his post.
And now, kind patrons. he must say "adIeu," |