Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-01-08
How such-a-one has lost a leg

How Sucn-d-Oue HIS lOSl d leS
And stumps it ON wooden peg;
How such-a-one was killed, or how
A train of cars ran o'er cow,
With other fates l can not mention,
Although we'll worthy of attention;
In short. Ito save our scanty rhyme)
He brings "Gbronirle" Of time.
How many varied fates have run
Since first the date of A. ID. one!
How many flags have been unfurled,
How many empires oyer-hurled!
How many States have seemed to rise
And tower in grandeur to the skies,
When civil war that dire monsoon
Would hurl their fabric into ruin!
But still, amid the mighty fates
OF sinking power and tottering States,
Genius has lived, and spread her arm,
Unfettercd by the 'circling harm.
We see her riding on the tide
OF power that marked Caesars pride,
And giving to eternal fame
An bonored and immortal name.
With anxious doubts and sadd ming fears
We mark her wanc in after years,
And see her in that dreary age Z
When darkness veilcd the classic page,
| Committed to scattered few,
Who in her service yet were true
Like sparkling Goals, howe'er, they glowed
Though covered with an ashy Ia,
And shortly raised their beacon light
As signal of the fading night.
Now springing from the parchment page
That long had been her crowded. cage,
We see her swiftly-swclling tide
In printed columns glibly glide,
And classic honors quick unfurled
In freedom to wondering world.
Now rushing with redoubled force,
We wonder at her rapid course;
No longer in their wandering thought
Are men to speedy limits brought,
But rove through regions unconfned,
And folios greet the soaring mind.
Obedient to the creatures need,
Inventions quickly now sacceed,
And changes in the course of things
This impetus to Genius brings,
Till in our own enlightened age
1t seems as on the highest stage,
And man has summoned to his hand
What life, and health, and peace demand.
But now, "the lately current year,
Is properly the Carriers sphere"
Just SO, but when he's grinding rhyme
About the good old golden time,
He fears no Critics whip at all
In leaving the centripital;
And yielding to the pressing whim
Will DER a sea of matter skim.
Now memory can scarce recall
What's happened this terrestrial ball,
Since first the nevcr-tirmg,, sun
Commenced the ffticth year to run,
And showed to universal view
The nineteenth Gentry halfway through
What ravages that death has made,
Or what discoveries displayed,
Or what inventions found that can
Assist to make the perfect man.
But, first of every lofty name
Which Death has called to endless fame,
Columbia mourns 4 chosen star
Whose lustre shone DER men afar;
Bred in the camp, his early life
Was passel enduring warning strife,
And as a soldier, frank and bold,
With virtues better known than told,
He won himself the loftiest name
That man beneath the sun can claim,
While both the sceptre and the sword
Performed obeisance at his word;
But diel upon the goal he d won,
FaU weA prepared, ,eiM cork ucl done
And all Columbia's banners wave
A ..R squescat" DER his grave;
And moarn Chief whose funeral chime
Ring loudly in the car of time.
A sadd ming year has Fifty been,
Replete with many mournful scene,
And Death has spread his wi'h'rins L""d
Across our wide extended land
The great have fallen in their pride,
And with the poor have swclicd his tide
Our villagers, within the year,
Have often thronged around the bier,
And many melting tear was shed
Upon some dear companion dead
utwhile there much We have to mourn
Fortune has favored us in turn
And, lifted to the very skies,
The pillars of our greatness rise.
Our airy Tclcgraphic wires
Command the aid of Heavens fires,
And in their element, the air,
Our varied correspondence bear;
Our clustering steamships plow the main,
And hemispheres, no longer twain,
Are joined with such trifing mean
1t seems no Ocean rolls between;
And earth, and air, and sea and sky
| Rear emblcn,s of our majesty
IT'S sweet so see our States consrirc
To raise the Monumental spire
In honor of that Washington, ....
Whose sword their Independence won;
So may they heart and hand unite
To guard the patriots chief delight,
And cause our Union Ger to stand
The blessing of a happy land.
And here he must regret to tell,
How Popery has 'scaped from Hell,
And once again her tenets soar
As though her thousand years were Ger