The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1856-01-05

The Yellow Fever, with pestiferous breath,
Has doomed its thousands to untimcly death
The young wife mourns for her departed mate,
And homes and cities now are desolate,
Our brethren's griefs we sadly ask to share,
They are remembered in our daily prayer.
WAR.
Now Wars loud clarion sounds on Europe's
Shores
Men rush to arms,-the deafening cannon roars
While thousands sleep upon the battle plain,
That dreamless sleep, meier to be broke again
There battle-felds, where late the waving corn
Reared its rich blossoms to the healthful morn.
Are whitened now with heaps of human bones,
And in their homes resound the widows groans
For he, who gave the greatest charm to life,
Has fallen on the distant fields of strife.
No more at eve, his homcward steps they hear
No more his loving accents fill their ear
No more shall they, that manly form enfold;-
1t lies far distant, fostering and cold.
PEACE--TIE PRESENT..
In pleasing contrast Peace with us prevails -
The seas are whitened with our snowy sails
Our spangled banner, proudly braves the breeze,
And waves respected on all lands and seas.
Our Eastern Cities, we behold with pride,
Marching to Glory, with gigantic stride,
Science, and Art, and new inventions claim
For our bright land, a never dying Fame.
Lightning is harnessed-its Promethean fires
Now speed our thoughts along the endless wires;
Our splendid steamships bear away the prize,
And their wide fame is echoed to the Skies
Vast Rail Roads of interminable length,
Fully evince our enterprise and strength.
Oh! may our glorious Union e'er remain,
Bound fast together by an Iron Chain.
And may such letters soon usurp the place,
Of those that now enslave the human race.
IT'S for this end Republicans agree
That all new States come in the Union-FREE.
Resolved on this--we boldly take our stand,
Opposed to Slavery, here in FREEDoM's LAND.
This is her cradle, here she saw the light,
And her dear birth, dispelled the gloom of night.
When our forefathers in their council brave,
S,core freedoms birth place, meier should be
her grave.
Commerce and Agriculture lend their powers
To make all glorious this bright land of ours.
"The Land we live in"-may it ever be [free.
From Slavery's Chains, and Errors thraldom
Look we'll to this, all ye whose hearts can feel
In their recesses, for your country's veal
Be all your influence thrown into the cause,
That struggles to preserve your country's laws
In their most ancient purity and worth;
Those laws, which will regenerate the earth,
And shed their country's. blessings on mankind,
Until OPPRESSION shall no foothold find.
Till chains and Slavery of the frame and soul,
Shall not hold manhood in their vile control.
Oh! happy Earth, when on the vocal airs
Sweet songs are borne, and pure and fervcn,
prayers,
When from the Orient islands, on the blast
We hear the shout" Our day of Errors pas"
THE FUTURE.
Times shadowy mantle DER the past is thrown
The present with its joys and hopes we own,
With sanguine hearts, the Future let us scan,
And still resolved upon worthy plan,
Oh! let us make each day, the coming year,
A browning glory of our swift career.
Let us be ranked among the chosen land
Who battling Vice, shall boldly take stand
Firm in our purpose we shall sure succeed,
And dying, claim mankind's approving need ;
While DER the turf that wraps our crumbling
frame, s..-s.
Our deeds on earth shall grateful tribute claim.
TO THE LADIES.
Whose witcheries so oft our hearts perplex,
Ye bright adornments of the second sex,
We pay sweet homage in our New Years lay,
And wish you joy upon this festive day.
Sweet comforters are ye, in manhood's woes
On you his hopes of earthly bliss repose.
Oh may your softening influence be felt
And at your glance each stony bosom melt.
Companions sweet who Danish our distress,
Oh! may mans love, thy earthly trials bless;
Shield thee, all safely from each bitter woe,
And dry thine eyes, when tears of sorrow flow
May all the maidens, on this best New Year,
Select the partners worthiest and dear;
Nav childhood's happy glance, illume each cot
Where Virtue dwells-Oh sweet domestic SPOT.
But hark thrilling sound hear
The smoking TurkeysI descry,-
see the tables filed width cheer,
smell the mince and pumpkin pie.
So fare ye we'll, kind PATRONS all
Be joyous every heart to-day
The "MNNEsorIANs" one and all,
Have authorized me thus to say.