Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-01-03
1855.

Our fathers, reader, when the Old Year died,
And the wild winds lamenting voices piled,
When storm without, in frantic fury, roared,
And 'gainst their doors its useless anger poured,
Drew the armchair before the cheerful hearth,
And spent IN evening full of joy and mirth;
Nor mourned the past no misanthropic tear
Bedmmed the promise of the coming year.
And, in those hearty, good, old-hshioned times,
The paper boy dispensed his unlearned rhymes,
Sincere though rough unskillful to combine
His words and wishes in his cordial line;
So the custom old would fain revive
To catch the poo is inspiration strive:
About my brows, though all inapt my line,
Some branches of an Eastman's laurel Irvine;
To soothe the pouting muse, who thinks it hard
That fate and fairness overcome her bard.
A year has gone! Another year has gone
Nor has it died in silence or alone.
Another year! The humble news-boy now
His good will to his patrons strives to show;
Turn then againthe papers page with him,
And view the great events, in buried time.
And first, reader, let us turn awhile
Where bloody wars Old Europes soil defle,
Where reeking carnage her fair valleys fills,
And echoing thunders shake her ancient hills
Oh, newsboy muse in peaceful measures proved,
Speak now of arms, and what the cause that
moved
These deeds of armies led to bloody wars,
10 gut the ire of ciy-wasting Mars.
Not many years ago, the turbaned Turk
His savage forces unrelenting spread
Ger classic Grecia' sunny soil, and poured
"Unnumbered woes I" on her defcnceess head
Now the fierce Russ invades the sacred ground,
And wastes with hostile fires the country round
Now sunny France to base ambition yields,
And leads unnumbered thousands to the fields
Now Albion. mistress of the ocean wave,
Consigns her armies to foreign grave.
Yet so, the Grecian heroes from their halls,
Went forth in arms 'gainst lions lofty walls,
Spread their wide armies Ger the Trojan field,
And to their mythic Gods, in trust, appealed,
On heavenly things their thoughts awhile be
slowed,
And blood of of rings round their affairs flowed
Then the wide plains for many rood around,
With the hoarse shout and changing brass re
sound,
And Troy and Greece engage their hostile war;
And glut with blood the iron-crested Mars.
And thus, brave Albien, and the gallant France
Along these shores once couched the ready lanc'
The coward Crescent doth, retreating, feel
Old England's flying shaft, and Frances steel
Their fury not successfully withstands
The Goth and Saxon joined and friendly band
The love of glory, and the love of God,
Conspire to free the desecrated sod;
To let the pilgrim breathe the sacred air,
And plant the banner of the Christian there.
The times are changed-and now the dreadf
Exulting, punges in more modern wars.
Between the friends deadly hatred burns
And Gaul her arms against the English turns.
Now dread Belona shakes her snaky curls,
And death, in arms on tribes conflicting, hurls
The times are changed-a retribution comes;
Russia takes arms, the Turk his sword resume
England and France the self-same quarrel seel
Against the Russ in dreadful thunders speak /;
Now camp together fore her cities walls,
Their thunder, conjoint, shakes the Russian hall
The Russian portals pour forth all their train
And troop on troop march Ter the sounding plai
The dread artillery shakes the trembling groun
The battle kindles, and the skies resound.
Loud shouting now the gallant armies close,
The Russian ranks the allied arms oppose,
In various tongues now join promiscuous crie'
Exulting shouts and dying groans arise
\ With gushing blood the beaten ground is dye
\ And slaughtered soldiers piled on every side.
Thy touch, 0 dreadful war, the nations feel
Death rides in air, and clothes himself in stee
Can not our breezes glorious acts inspire
Do not our armies feel the glorious fire?
'On braverys side the odds Of battle lie,
Tie brave live glorious, or lamented de-"
So zoe, experienced in the martial toll,
Sent gallant Hollins from our native soil;
No clinging law our fiery temper quells,
"And all our mother in our soul REBELS"
So Hollins now, arrived at Greytown's stran
With rum and sugar cheers his gallant banc
To adverse Greytown signs of wrath displa..
Fixes the end Of their remaining days.
All night the valiant Indians from their '
Bear off their golden treasures-strip their h
Their brass they bury meath the briny sand
Concealing all things from the victor bands
T,atest Noyxrs