The true Democrat., 1855-01-03
Carriers New Years Address.

\ little nonsense now and then, Is reli~hcd by the best of men. And fools. to talking ever prone. Are sure to make their follics known. But in this rhyme. I won't confess That I'm f,ol-no. protest Against the stamp of all such crimes A fools must wear these modern times. And if. in reading this address, You deem 1t proper, with stress, To throw your slang or ridicule, Pray do not say that I'm fool; For believe me sir. I've studied long Upon this pretty little song. In order that l might display The poets strain on New years day. But right here now 1 would remark, Before launch my little bark Out upon the worlds wide sea Ofrhyming and of poetry. That. sir, l think you kinder orter Give q half-at least quarter To your worthy carrier friend, For which his thanks will never end. Now have it,-thank you sir, And may you live through this new wear. You've met me with cheerful heart; I'll stay awhile and then depart With that grateful feeling-that pure joy Which none can feel but the Carrier Boy. Twill not be out of place to say, That, now we have mellow day, And many mellow lad l see Who has been taking Allcorn'S tea. Or nog or punch. or Tom and Jerry, Until like me he feels quite merry, And seems glad enough to know That he has lived through fifty four, And finds himself on New years day, In such merry, mellow way; But unlike me. he ripens fast, And each mellow moment seems his last, For the lips that spoke of Iron horses OfGovernor's and of Railroad Bosses,- Of homestead bills and wives protection- Of small bank notes and counterfeit detection, Has ceased to move. and not a word From the mellow creature can be heard; Unless it be sometimes a groan, A yelling cry or pitying moan. But now as we are understood, We leave this man in mellow mood, To talk of those of other shores Who fall by hundred thousand scores; But do not fall with heated brain. An! no, they fall in battles slain: Where foreign powers are at war. And grape and bombs reSound 'huzzah." And countless millions steeped in blood Are shouting brar0. braoo good To those who stand the battles rage. Like warriors trained from age to age, And onward rushing madly cry Victory victory, or we die. But let us leave the battle ground,
 
 TO peaceful home and happy be. For it is the home of the brave and free. And like true patriots ever stand. With sword and battle-aXe ill hand; So that an inavding foe Should attempt our Nations overthrow, Or strive to break the binding tie Which links together you and I, As freemen then we'll have the right, To use our battle axe in fight But need we fear that ere again, foe will cross the stormy main, To fight. or even offer us An insult that would makeh fuss: For long since they have tried andsay, That. fighting freemen will not paw And lest we raise and kindle a flame, In those who love the patriots name, That would excite noble breast And bring its valor to a test, We cease. and try some other theme, Ofthincs more mild and more serene, I've heard it said and believe 'tis so That. there's class who nothing know; For many a danphool do meet. In passing up and down the street, But ask one if there's such thing As know w-nothingism-no. by jing: He says at once i'll sharp reply, nothing know, then passes by. Although as he would indicate, By the mystic shaking of his pate,
 nat he knows nothing. still sec lie Snows enough to puzzle me. Ahd | by mammals word abide by letting this know nothing slide. Kind friends, 'tis night,--the time has come I or me to bow, l must begone, so. good night, and may you live trough the year of fifty-fve. And then again on New-yeals' day, Fnd me with something good to say.