Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1852-07-08
For the NfWs.
THE FOURTH OF JULY.


A NEW SONG TO AN old Tune.
TuSE-Rory O'More.
Come III up the goblet-a Bumper ofcourse,
From the HippoGcne yet we're not kept b, Maine
force;
Champagne or Catawba-whatever II he,
You must blm the huge beaker, and drain it with
me.
A cheer for our Country hip hip boys, hnrrah I!
Who would not rejoice on Americas day
So III chaunt you stave-or, at least, ] will Try
While YOU Join in the chorus this Fourth Of July
IT'S true tha, we've not procession to-day
'Tis true that the soldiers are all sent away
We hav'nt n poem-we hav'nt an o.
Ration, or dence Of n rocket togoj
We've no speeches-but just for the good Of our
souls,
A Sermon instead from our friend DR. CHoULEs,
Who, unwilling TO let the "occasion slip by"
Last evening disc CURSED on the FoWh o) Juiy
Oh, what shall we do through the long dIeary day,
Whilst the Providence people are firing AWAY
The "star. .spangled banner" will droop DER the
place -
The American Eagle will shrek with disgrace;
And the one hund ed dovas"-oh, what will be-
come
OF that tardly voted magn ifcent sum
What could they expect such trife would buy,
In the way Of amusement, this Fourth OF July
suie, Freedom down here a, a discount must be,
lifts birthday is kept in the way that we see;
Not a fiddle to play, "Hail Columbia" appears,
And Tor brisk "Yankee Doodle" there's nobody
cares.
Pretty Patriots are we to be thinking OF trade,
ofhow cents may be counted and dollars be made
When we ought to be hingng our caps in the sky,
An shouting our pGans, this Fou'h ~ Jaiy!
Oh to-day, in my breast, just as light n cork,
Would my heart be II was in Boston or York,
To see Majors aud Generals and men of ofrenown,
And Firemen, and rowdes parading the town;
And the balconies filed with the ladies' so bright,
And the Fireworks in Park and in Common nt-nghtj
And see the old warriors 50 proudly by,
And be cheered by the mob Oh the Fourth Of July !
Then the Speeches. Lord bless u.s. how glorious, how
grand!
Won, they talk rather tall Of this whip-theworld
Our Eagle will "swoop" and our dag il will "hout,"
Our cat'racts shall roar, and our hills, they shall
shout;
Our soldiers like lions to conquest shall "Tush,"
Our Bards shall with music and melody ''gush !"
Ourselves we will laud, as the great and the high
And the "sir,hs biggest felers," this Fourth Of
July!
But alas I must pine by myself all alone !
Aud while others are cheering, just get up groan
Things ure upside e-down here we're behind the fast
age;
In Americas story we're on the last page.
Here stand on the wharf while the wheels Of the
Perry
Are bearing of hundreds to some place that's mer.
ryj
Like the gr in the song, ~ could sit down and cry"
In the desert Of Newport, this Fourth of July!
Our town must be going to the dogs, that's fact,
When no guns may be hred, und no bottles be crack.
ed
To Ba, sfow and Porter our disgrace,
Public spirit and private they drive from the place.
Lord bless us what's ihis-I am telling nb,
A small boy In the street has let of small squib
nat to show that "young Newport" Is determined
To shame the Old Fogies, this Fourth orJuiy!
Newport, July 4, 1859.