The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1854-01-11
TRB CARRIERS ADDRESS.

The CARRIERS ADDRESS An A.,
FOR 1854. En-
moment pause, and read the varied news,
Ye generous patrons of our yearly muse; ~,
Glance Ter this sheet--this eloquent address, r.
And thank the Carrier irss-,hen the !" Ex- :.
press. r..
Ye rod propitious all our nurse inspire, :.
Aud clo,he the spirit with poetic ERE. :.
Aud while we now devotionally plead, !,
lmpart assistance in this time Of need.
year is dead! Its dirge is sung at last, 7
And il has joined the shadows Of the past L
year is dead the grave Of buried days,
That on the flying hours remorssless prrys, !
Has raised its voice, and Numbered in the ear
That in its bosom dwells another year.
Farewell, departed year. with thee have fled
The hopes Of many who. like thee, are dead.
Full many, in thy day Of youthful might,
Unwisely needed not thy onward fight;
They saw successive day aud evening blend,
AM ..,v the months commence and have an
end;
They saw Autamnsl gloom again appear,
And heard the rustiing OF the dying year;
Aud while upon them fell tiny icy BREATH
They III ,ught Of life, aud never dreamed OF
death.
Tn,mokinu worms of earth their knel is toll |
Times chario, wheels above their graves have
ralled;-
Predaoned they are, and moldcring back to clay
The New-Year lives, but they have passed
away.
And many good have died who sought in
time
A happier home, more congenial cline
Than earth presents. To them the summons
came,
The grave expected interposed it's claim,
And they in hope reclined the aching head,
And past among the spirits of the dead
Among this number Of the great and good
who from the stars in earth's vast multitude,
One name we register nation weeps
While King, the statesman and the Christian,
sleeps.
Away, We saddened thoughts Let US aspire
To other themes that pleasant thoughts inspire,
And mounted on the worlds great stage CON-
mence
A speech prolific on those great events
Which have demanded interest intense
From eyery heart 10 whom the wish is given
70 know Whit yearly passes under heaven
Then. Firstly, o our minister will have it,
ff3e ,hankfai that you get il as he gaveiD
If that is true which every day we read,
Our country has been prosperous indeed
No war unconsecrated--what is worse
IA. stained our land with its all bshtng curse;
But b!oodless quarrels have as usual ragged,
BY differing partisans and zealots waged,
And hurtless battles have been holly fought
Nv those tho power political have sought
twas remarked by England's greatest poet,
And by the Bible, too, if you must know it,
That his Satanic Majesty the devil,
That great embodiment Of actual evil,
Ere ne from Paradise above was driven
Gave life 10 party on the plains Of heaven.
Now man will initiate ibis erring mind
Example seeks, and then he " goes it blind
Preferring much the sinful and the evil,
He leaves his God and initiates the devil,
But parties we must have, and while we hav'
them
them
From infamous corruption-pride Of place
Which make our land kissing and disgrace,
J. How many parties are there 7" do you ask =
The answer, sir, involves too great . task,
Present no more that complicated question,
i.iniSres much our feelings and digestion,
This muck we know-our knowledge has SOM
claims
A Young Dc6ncr with two thousand names,
Containing eighty pages more OF less
Has Just been iseued by an Eastern press,
Which comprehends upon its ample page, !.
The names Of numerous parties of the age
Two thousand parties and from this great list
The name, of Wing by some mistake is missed
And has this party lost it's reverend seat?
The thing is gone-the name is obsolete,
The year departed, as preceding years,
Has witnessed much that speaks of human tear
II saw the youth Of promise join the train,
With eyerish counsenaaoe and naddehed brai
Il Jaw him lingering in those places where,
Habit almighty has inscribed" despais,
ltsaw him lying, with pestferous breath,
Gasping and helpless on the bed of death,
ltheard him cry in agony o save ~
Ii saw him carried to drunksrd's grave
i. saw the fop--that nameless thing that stalk
Within the church and in the public walks,
Bestrewed with diamonds, and rings, and chain
And having much except share of brains,
but with his stainless coat and bosom white,
One deep idea would huye killed him quite,
Such high perfection had be gained. in fine,
Ears only lacked to make him asiniRe,
II say fond lovers take their evening walk,
And heard their pretty, sentimental talk,
About pale Cynthia, and the whispering freeze
Abost perennial streams, and voiceful trees
About fond Cupid and his famous dart
UPfeased to pierce the transporting heart -
Ofthcse they talked, and whiled the hour away
In senseless chat and simpering roundelay,
Regarding II, like dogs, the highest boon
To yelp their nonsense at the needless moon.
II saw lover who had lost his wits,
Attacked and smitten with the rhymng fits,
Tske pen in hand, and while the fever seized
The rhymes ran smoothly as an eel well greas-
ed,
His lady's eye brow was the poets theme
(Great subject of an incoherent dreamy
And on this subject thoughts exalted rose,
And tropes, and metaphors and figures close
In wild platoons Poor Poet, let him spout
His anxious mother does not know he's out
II saw bachelor, of genteei carriage,
Seduced in evil moment into marriage;
Scarce E. his head descended lymen's moose
Before he play ed the gods to LEI him loose,
Aud from the presence OF the loved one fed,
A furious brcom-stick whizzing at his head