The Portsmouth inquirer. [volume] (Portsmouth, O. [Ohio]) 1849-1855, 1851-01-06
wAywe dia,nt have Z poetic New Years

In the first place, we had no one to write
1T for us, and if we had, it would have been
no better than we could have "gound out"
ourselves. Secondly, we had not the time to
getone up, butif we had, we could not have
written it, because the muses. have forsaken
US. Thirdly, we never had muse. Fourth
y, ,ifa muse had generously aided us, we
would not have groundany for fear somebody
would claim to have ground the same before
JUS, and accuse us ofstealing his Or her "thun-
DER Filthy prose will do as well, Our
imp however, seeingtha the Dispatch would
be entirely behind the times in the way of
New Years poem, proposed "fixing the
mdshcea and grinding some himself. To this
we had no particular objections. After
vast deal Of securing, greasing, repairing and
guaging the thing properly, il started of
brilliantly as follows A.. 29,se. .. .g..'g1a
If there's evera time when man should be +
| Light hearted, happy and gay iw eWl
AS smooth in temper as the calmest sea, ll37
4 Orpleasarit as q morning in May
IT'S on the morning on which the sound p
4 That rolls on in boundless career,
That fills the heart and the air around,
Is that Of GA happy New Year,
"Hooroarw said our imp. "Ain't she
gindin' buncombs9" Turn away-never
mind buncombe !" said we. a,' .... ~. ,,...i
With this expression of our good will a1lp
i And the hope that many New Years, '4
May pass SO gently that little i'll oea5. ef
j mot even to those in arrears esf
May come to mar our happiness here Ac IS
Or misfortune terribly frown, ias yaA}l1a
) Well take glance at this "folling sphere
And give some "Notes about Town" II .
Since last our patrons were thus addressed
Old time has wagged on his way ,s ~
Just like old Time---who never will rest
, Has done since the ancients day. Il, 5i is
Sad scenes and happy, as often ofyore
t Have been enacted before us, fa !1 q.
And dirges and ditties in many lore 9 e e
BY thousands been sung ina chorus. ''y'
Here the ''masheen" got excrutiatingly
mounful, and the grinder began to perspire
S freely.
: Homes once radiant with pleasures sweet
And hearts once teaming with love
y Have lost their joys and have ceased to beat
= Homes and hearts much alike doth prove.
Let grim death lay his iron hand =
Where joy and harmony dwell,
1 And there's not an object in all the land
1 That will truly answer as we'll. I-45ag
The sad lessons. we are by experience taught
May be all for our good at the last,
E Yet however well this theory's thought,
t The dark spots in our history past
b Will ever when back upon them we look
S Thrill our hearts with feelings of pain
= And we'll feel as tho we never could brook
: Such lessons as those were again.
y "Hang the thing Turn that screw lit
J J, tie, John. There, let's see what that will
IS bring" ''hH14 to'ht ~ hHH .jrt
Friends whom once our memories cherished
,r Treasures dear to our being
:, Hopes that our hearts fondly have nourished
y Are forsaking, losing and fleeing
= Stop the thing! you turned that screw the
{ wrong way!- Turnit back Thatll do-now
IS then" But the "masheen" was out of geal
u and all the "fixing" we conld do, it would
: not grind out anything but the same descrip
= ton of melancholy stuff; so we slowed il
. away as not fit for present use. The fact is
: as Mr.. Toots would say, ''its Of no conse'
il quence' any how. r. K y no N