Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1853-01-06

DeT6It,
That are found in the married state, lover th
left3
But free life for US, and let those reap tina
pleasure,
Who marry in haste and repent at thei
leisure
But enough of Philosophy, Morals and Piety
tIav'nt you now had enough of sObriety?
AS the gathering cycle of ages speed
So still and so silent that few give heed
Gathering gloom as it wheels along,
; Ginning eternal their solemn song
The same that began amid grief-amid din
Will be chanted for aye, is I'VE gather them in,
Have they then gathered in who have gont
with the year
Who have sighed their last sigh-who have
wept their last tear.
Bitter and wild crowd the memories on,
As we pondr in grief on the days that are gone
With the joy of to-day we must mingle the
tear,
For the lov'd and the lost who once met with
US here,
And whose places are void in our homes, and
who now
Sleep the sleep that never wakes with Earth's
damp on their brow.
Every year is thus frought, but that Just fled
Has had double its share of illustrious dead
And Nation afar has been stricken with woe,
When she heard that the mighty in Death
was laid low
That Napoleon's -Britannia's pride,
And the King and the Peasant slept side by
side,
And the cry of their anguish was heard on the
That at midday or midnight swept Shrek
ingly past.
Our people too, have felt the Spoilers hand
Who hath laid low the noblest of our land
To his last home has Harry Clay been borne,
And by his loss the nation has been shorne
Of the most lov'd-most cherished of them all
Who have served their country when in camp
or hall.
God rest thee! Harry, in thy last long sleep,
Whilst at thy tomb we mourning vigils Keep.
Favored by fortune and by US carest,
How we did love thee-Giant of the West!
And we can but sorrow when we think that
thou,
Through thy whole life to SANDER had to bow,
To the low malice of designing knaves-
Not noble freeman-but mere party slaves
But rest thee now, thy labors all are DER,
And scathing ISLANDERS thou wilt fear no more
And the whole nation mourns thy tragic end,
And with their praises bitter tears yet blend,
Yet Stamped upon our breasts shall ever be
thy name,
Which burns ev'n now upon the shrine of fame
And in the good time coming which this ma
ton waits
Thy tomb will be among the Meccas of the
States
Hark ye! how mournfully
Sweils on the air
A dirge sad and solemn;
Why chant they it there?
By the shore of old ocean
All shrouded in gloom,
Mournfully, tearfully-
Build him a tomb.
Sadly and solemnly,
Gaze on that brow
Once full of thought;
Yet how pale is it now.
Pour forth thy tears
Now it's manly to weep
Webster-the god-like,
Now sleeps his last sleep.
In anguish and bitterness,
Mourn we him here
In this house of the dead
And the pail and the bier.
And sadly we lnger
To gaze on him yet,
Ere we shroud him in darkness
Whose last Sun is set.
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Yet we mourn not all hopeless
AS we chant the sad strain,
We remember, Oh! gladly,
He lived not in vain,
And a sad people gather,
To weep DER the grave
Of him who toiled daily,
The Union to save.
Leave we now this solemn strain,
To sing of mirth and Joy again.
AS the happy hours fast flee away
On this glorious New Years day
May each heart be filed with gladness,
Free from every thought of sadness
Be our patrons minds and faces:
And in high ard lowly places
Every where both far and near
Be felt the joys of the glad New Year.
'Mong the changes past and passing
Some quite pleasant-sOme harassing-
Some for better-some for worse
Some a blessing a curse
Iss change which late come o'er US
In the newspaper before US.
And now we say that the Freeman
Qfwhich FoUKE was lately the man
Has changed hands vet once again
And is published now by j. NJ. MAIN.
And we ask its patrons former,
Aid to give no less the warmer;
Besides we hope there is 10 such feeling
On the public mind now stealing
That our party's gone to Texas
('Tis said so now and then to vex u.s.
For we surely think our host
Has not yet given up the ghost.
But cheer up Wings and don't be spunked,
What tbouph we were almost "sEunked." l.