Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1855-01-04
RRIER'S ADDRESS
TO THE
PATRONS OF THE
SRlTOB DElIDCRAT,'
JANUARY l., 1855.
JANuARY /, 5

J. 9aN2o
JANUARY /, 1855.
Once more through wind and pelting storm
W it'll buoysnt hopes anu heart so warm
To bring you tidings Of good cheer
And wish you a sweet New Year.
| come. But not as comes a timid wight
Who trembles at a tyfant's might
But as o freeman in whose breast,
Is found The virtues Of the best.
Though poor and iowly-am yet content,
For the things Of wealth-aTe only lent,
BY that benevolent mighty hand
Who owns all flocks and herds and land.
The rich and greAt-yea all who live,
A strict account must surely give
How they have used that which was given
Ere they can reach the promised Heaven.
But other things have in store,
To tax your time o little more,
The wondrous things that fill our world
To every one should be unfurlCd.
What need the wise, the brave, the free,
or unions formed in secrecy.
The workings OF which no one knOEs,
Save he who in the secret goes.
Must freemen then be bound to bow,
To men who Spear they nothing knOT,
And knowing nothing, yet pretend,
To be their Country's dearest Friend,
Avaunt /? ye braves who fear to say,
What, you believe, in open day,
Must Geemtn's destiny, and rights,
Be measured by such gallant knights,
Who nightly secret councils cram,
And impart News by saying "Sdm7"
The true American would scorn,
Whether Foreign or native born,
To gain his ends by means like these,
But as the pine in mountain breeze,
HisNyiews and actions ever are
In joyous peace, or hostile war,
Open for every one 10 see
And know why he loves Liberty.
Some may, perhaps, in secret tone
Say you'd better let this thing alone
And say but little as you 60
Bout things Of which you nothing know,
But do know, and | WILL sing
| have a right 10 do'that thing,
| have, and all The world may see
Wy plans of saving Liberty;
In this our great and glorious lam,
Where all are brothers hand in hand,
The wrath or Popes may seethe and roar
And foam and thunLer on a foreign shore,
To them the country is non -comatable,
Because their views are incompatible
With cur institutions and our laws,
And all that aids in freedoms cause,
Few Of their votaries are here,
And of that kind no one need fear,
Then %why-this mighty secret band
To drive these few without our land,
No, teach them (rather than despise,)
Open and free, not in disguise,
To kno1 and FEEL the rights Of man,
Then turn them from US, they who can.
But this is not the only thing
OF which | have this day to sing,
| told you as the time was passing
How the war with Turkey was progressing
Full! many a Russian then has bled
Full many a Turk q CORY bed
Has found upon The embattled plain,
Where horseman trample DER the slain,
And yet the grave still spreads her wing,
And death retains her poisonous sting.
To the God Of battles let us pray,
Unto the Turks 10 give the day,
And make old Russia's tyrant Gar,
Feel all the horrors OF this war.
But on our own dear native shore,
Is heard no lannon's hostile roar.
Here peace with starry wings unfurled
Bids joy, illume the western world.
From Allegheny's base profound,
To California's golden ground
Yea from the distant Southern sky
Where gentle breezes sweetly sigh.
En- to the snow-claG Polar sea
That roarS a mouInful melody.
Our last elections mere curious things
hnow body knows who pulled the strings,
And If you ask chow came this So"
Tile answer is, III do not knou."
In total ignorama secrecy The thing was hid,
Much was done but little said,
But come what will, do suppose
The offices are filled by those
Who don't love money-'feathers nor fuss
But will do right by all OF us.
Each one no doubt when in his station
Believes he's some in this great nation.
BE not surprised if at the close
You find but few that's real Cato's,
And now my readers fair ones and all
(For lis but seldom that | call
With yarns like these 10 stir ~contention)
Please give 10 me your good attention.
There is a time when all may sigh
A time 10 laugh a time to cry,
A time to sorrow and to mourn,
A time when all may be %forlorn.
A time to live a time 10 die
A time when anger rankles high,
A time when anger should be cool
A time when passion should not rule.
But now's The time when joy and mirth
Should sound over oil this pleasant Earth,
When Politics and strifes and cares
Should be abandoned as useless wares.