Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1856-01-03

lis next may send You DER The STYx;
Time writes the wrinkle on thine marble brow
Time moves not but is always no,c,
Time hurts the maidehs, chance Of marriage
And time wears out The jeacon's carriage;
Time comes and goes, yet still remains,
Giving joy and grief and better pains.
Yet, all these things before your eyes,
Ne'er tends 10 toke you with surprise.
o man, poor tenant Of an hour,
Corrupt by wealth and fading power,
Stop one moment, stop and think
Perhaps EN- now your on the brink
OF that vast gulf that lies between
This life, and canaan's fields Of green,
The slightest jostle, yea q breath,
May ope the yawning gales of death.
But this part Of The play is dreary,
Perhaps, your patience | may weary.
So lei US quickly change the ground,
And all of us ego Lobbing around"
The elections all are just gone by,
And left q pure and cloudless skv,
Save in our W pure happy Slate,
Where darkly frowns the brow OF fate
We still are following..th illusion
Of this internal pesky '(usiOn,"
Composed OF nothing else but slavery,
To meet The ends OF basest knavery,
For they who use "the internal phn,"
To thus deceive their fellow man,
Care not if every Southern Slave
| w as rotLing in a felons grave,
All they desire is wealth and station,
And a nome throughout this mighty nation
Last fall, through clouds We run the race
Which proved 10 be q wild goose CHASE.
The wa.chword, idea, platform, all,
That ruled the political sea last fall
| Was Slavery ! Slavery ! Slavery ! Slavery Z!
Nothing else but borbarous Slavery.
But here suppose we make q pause
Can this one idea give us laws,
To govern our most glorious State,
That lottery has grown so gTe"t;
Is it The touchstone that hot or cold,
Turns solid rocks to Shining gold
Perhaps il is magic Wand,
That when extended DER the land,
Produce such change in nature,
That man gets up a renewed creature
Who needs no laws for his control,
But the inate prompiings of the soul.
These bubbles soon will pass away
And there will come another day,
When, if we do not miss our guess,
There'n scarcely be blade of grass
Left standing, for 10 plead the cause,
Or Tell that such a party was.
The Know Nothings too have had their doy
And now "Know NOihing" for 10 say
They did Know Nothing, when the fusion,
Last fail with them formed a colluisihon,
Which tore the party all 10 flinders,
Leaving nothing but a pile OF c%lnders'
Sam now has neither GuGrd nor Scout,
To keep the vile intruders out,
Or whisper with the dorhened lamp
There is "Traitors all around the camp"
But Sam was cruelty betrayed,
BY CuSionists in ambush laid;
His splendid schemes was burst in twain'
A nd he himself al last was slain,
And now lies buried on The plain,
From whence he meier will rise again.
But now a word 10 my loco friends,
IT'S said we are the odds and ends
or every thing that is uDlucky,
From distant Maine 10 old Kentucky;
That we cheat and lie to get position,
And are always in a state Of transition.
Progressing ever, and never still,
Possessing withal an iron will.
To these things, l make no reply.
You know it's all as black ~a-lalsehood
As e'er was penned by mortal hand,
To curse the safeguards of this land.
Though beaten and down trodden, here,
Rise up, show not q single fear.
You have more corse now 10 rejoice,
With one grarL universal voice
Than you Fave had e'er since this Nation
AssumeI an Independent station.
You. platform now's The only one,
Jeneath the bright and cloudlesS sun
That's National, in eDsry paIt,
And cords with every F~REEMANs heart,
Ard when other clans ore in their grave,
1t will rise like Phoenix from The wave
e A pole star 10 gazing world,
: lis wings for Equal rights unlurled.
We stars and stripes, now floalsye free,
Ger mountain, valley, land and sea,
Show forth 10 every land and nation.
That Liberty's the highest station
:, That can be asked, or sought, OrgIven,
q This side The crystal gates of Heaven.
The Russian wal is going on,
, Perhaps it never will be done,
For they who rule meier count the cost
OF the priceless lives that there are lost.
Soy you, what causes oil this fighting
D Bout which so many men are writing!
81 IT'S AMBITION, the fullest whelp Of sin,
l. That e'er the human heart LET in.
Our fires for This war never burned,
IT'S a matter in which WI are not concer
!" BY you know the things detesled,