Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1855-01-05

There lives in Europe, to the North and East,
A mighty ruler (and a noted beast)
Not satisf i with half hemisphere,
And cager to cncroach on neichbors n~.r:
The Czar-for so they call this chiefest sinner
Fixed on a 7urlry for his Christmas dnDer,
And, for the robbery his qualms to tame,
lie undertook it in Religions name.
An army was forthcoming at his will,
Eager his riaus purpose to fulfill;
Eut ere he caught the Bird he wished to p1uek,
England and France his elbow gently struck,
And bad. him never offer to invade
Their vested right unto the robbino fradei
The Cxar in diplomatic terms complied.
Cut still with anxious looks the Turkey eyed:
lie thought it fit, and, while their navies lay
At anchor by the rcn, he stole away
At least sufficient feathers for cap,
And proved himself an expert with trap.
Such is DIPLOMACY" the art Of trying
Which can the other most deceive by lying:
Eut War must work out is bitter end,
And Peace upon the conqusror depend"
See AlLion's braves and Gallia's ardent bands,
Whose valor sounds to earths rcmotest lands,
With TURKEYS sons join sainst the Russian Bear,
And all his countless thousands nobly dare,
In Battles hottest field, the contest wage
Most deadly murd drous of our present age.
How II Will end. no mortal rAn md out
Cwrre Yankee Generals there. then who could doubt
Heaven help the Risht-rebuke the tyrant Czar-
And soon may close each hcllbegotten War:
At bomo we've peace Tho short our harvests proved
Though fres have ragged, and sickness dire has moved
The loved ones from our arms still have peace,
Aud homes delights around our hearths increase
"All peaee.-0 no. Let Erie, rErRr be forgot,
Perish Vera Cruz. but Greyto,cn perish notl
Pass Saratoga lost be Bunker Hill,
But G,Sytorn's vict ry lie remembered still!
There hrawling Borlund, in drunken row,
Had broken lottles PASS too near his brow;
Then with the aid OF Uncle Sans biz guns
lie rained revenge upon the "monsrels" SONS
Knocked down hundred shantirs in day,
And drove each woman, man. and child away!
Nobody killed. Next, homeward Borland flies,
And FIERCE extols his bravery to the skies.
Immortal honors, Borlsndl shall be thine;
Thy name, 0 Piercei on histry's page shsll shine
When Scott and Jackson, Taylor, Worth and Clay
Shall all have passed from our green earth away!
Now, westward turn our ever anxious eyes,
Where Kansas hills in native beauty rise
A contest wages tween the Right and Wrong,
Tween hraven horn Liberty and Slavery strong;
"Free Soil-Free Mem" il one railying cry,
Aud thousands to that sacred banner fly.
"yinns Right 10 Man :" another, black nag noats,
And thousan nds more sustain it by their votes.
Ho, speed the Pilgrim. sons, the York State men,
And all the children Of the land Of Penn.
And Western Euckeyes in the manly stri6
To ward of Slavery with its curses rife!
prcsorr, far K.pens and Nebraska's plains,
From that dreai Fear that with Oppression rcigns,
And save the Red Man in his resting plaec
,G.;nst further outrage from the Saxon race!
For "Frcedom's battle, once begun,
E-1ueathed from bleeding sire to ron,
Though b,,fi,d Oft, is ever won."
w-'ve had Election, too the people chose
(Thnt il, the Wings and SAN who Nothing hnows,)
To- Governor, our ncighbor, JAMES foiLocx-
(E,cuse me. readers, here my mus, has broke,
Like Democratic rule; well, never mind
For Pollock never yet came out behird)
.oTween Bi.lcr viii and Bradford wise and bold"
But when the votes counted out, alack!
The lucky ones were Pollock, MorT, and BLscE;
All right. my boys: "thngs are a-working' grand
"AxgEIc.Ss SHALL RULE OUR NATIVE LAND"
'Eemember the Poor, they are ever with you'
Were the words of our Savior, so timely and tfue'
Remember them ALL for your neighoors are 'hey,
Re kind them now, and God bless you Ior aye