Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1854-01-05
Gbt 6las0o(u Ginres.
CARRIERS ADDRESS.
To the Patrons Of the Glasgow Times,
JANUARY /, 1854.

He who has often at your counters laid
The --latest news" and state of every trade-
For well the TINES keeps posted up, you know,
On every point transpiring here below.
However dull may be the feeble lay,
The song we sing on this time-honored day
Is not 10 sound the trump of distant war,
Whose notes are borne from foreign lands afar;
Nor wreath around the brow of conq'ring power,
Fame's gaudy wreath-the bubble of an houI;-
Nor yet in accents wild and free 10 tell
The tale of Empires that have rose and fell
As some bright meteor from distant shore,
Blazed DER the world, and vanished evermore:
But times grand march the theme-whosc winged
steed
Tramps onward, onward still, with railroad speed,
Whose rolling car has swept around once more,
And brought the New Years dawn of Fifty-four!
Times rapid fight !-the theme of songs gone by,
OF poets deeper skilled by far than L.
Pens long since, of deep inspired nome,
Have scanned thy course, and traced again the
same;
And oft invoked have been the sacred Nine,
To ''breathe cnraptured" on such thoughts as
mine.
Yet friends and patrons let us scan the tide
That bears our time-tossed vessel on in pride
MANKIND the cargo, however true it be,
There's no 'nsurance'' there, or 'cpen policy"
For This we leave the ''higher fields of verse;
And take a downward fight, whilst we rehearse
To you, kind friends, some pencilings by the way,
OF events foremost in our minds to-day.
Since last we met to sing the New Years song,
Full many a scene has passed, by turns, along;
Some 10 regret-and some TO warm the heart
But thanks, we stand, (and boasting all apart)
On frmer grounds-and better far, wccn,
Than vet the ':oldest inhabtant'' has seen.
Trade now is brisk and produce in demand
In every corner Of our favored land;
There's nothing now, from Bacon down 10 Corn,
Blu. what is Cash, as sure as we are borr;
And now | guess the farmers cannot say
"There is no market for cattle, or for hay:"
Thus times have changed, ard soon hope TO see
A "good time coming'' for printers--and for ME.
Since Jenny Lind has hung her golden Tyre,
And ceased those strains that kindlcd such deep
fire
In all our land-and regions here and there,
Amid bright throngs, the fairest of the fair,
Where people nice then scarcely knew, tits said,
Which side their biscuit had the butter spread!-
Since Kossuth, too, who sought our shores for
''aid,"
Has gone to France with all the dimes he made,
To plan, no doubt some M ghty schemes, whereby
His land will be land of Liberty.
Since they have conc-what do our eyes behold
"Brought on'' from foreign shores 10 ''trade for
gold?''
To win by grand parade or gaudy show,
The sympathising tear of high and low:
The BLooMER CosTUME-emblcmati star
Of Woman's Right TO use as well as wear
The potent po,cers, (if not the pants of men,
Is not with us "the same 1t once has been,"
But like an idle dream is passing by,
A song of love, no doubt with many sigh.
The Spirit Rappers! where, ask are they;
The table-moving mediums Of our day
That modern game that caused the dead mans soul
To talk. to write. and act at our control?
Ghosts and hobgoblins-al such wondrous things
Ghosts without heads and ,hosts without wings
From Puto's land, or from the River Styx,
Some blessed, some doorned-no matter what their
fix;
A thump, a rap, would give our wond'rng eyes
A view of Satns realm-Or Paradise.
/ All me why should we lose this mystic spell
That pleased the young ones of our town so well
But as for Humbugs in these modern times,
That show for favor, and perhaps for dimes,
Since our eyc-teeth were cut they TOO have grown
Some scarcer here of late. Fll own.
'Tis true the Comet. with It's fiery tail,
Has spread its light o'er western hill and dale;
But like other lights, and some moi of that kind,
Has blazed awhile and then has ceased 10 shine
And turning nov 10 more substantial things,
Our minds have ceased their many wanderings.
Railroads, Plank Roads, and grand improvement
find
Some corner now, in every boly's mind,
Old Howard Missouri's garden spot!
Land of learning, wealth. beauty, and what not
We would not boast, bu, in the rapid race
OF grand Improvements she is keeping pace,
Her Railroad tracks are few and far between
IT'S true, but still she needs them not | ween.
Her soils are rich, her fields have groaned witt
wealth,
Her laborers paid, and blessed, hope, with health
And thus she stands among the wise and great,
The BANNER COUNTY Of our MIGHTY STATE.
Improvements all aside-our eyes have seen
True policy rrevail-and Jenny Green
IT'S said has uamoUSei from a war so fierce,
And sought protection in the arms of PIERCE.
For chase, too, has taken place of late,
} That stirred some fun in portions OF cur State;
However fond of ''sour grapes" he sees
His sails won't nutter in so stiff breeze,
And finding, after all, that cunning ways
Won't win affection in 'these latter days"
He too, I'm told, has left us 10 deplore,
, W ta tea ful eyes, his loss forevermore!
} And Bullion, gazing on the scene, descrys
Point or so for emphasizing rs.
Howe'er there yet remains few "irue blues"
Who'd like 10 stand no doubt in Claiborne's shoe
A Judge or so, General perhaps,
+ Are threat'ning Lindley now, and all such chal
But Pm no prophet il their schemes don't fail,