The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-01-03
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= OF THE CARRIER OF THE
SOUTHERN ENTERPRISE.

Coon MonsiSe rRIKsps--the Carrier with much
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Would wish You ell the blessings Of the year;
And hopes to find, where'er his footsteps fall
A happy home, with comforts shared by all;
And trusts that each and every friend to-day,
The New-Year's hours may joyful pass away
That health end peace and blessings rich and rare,
May bs by all enjoyed, without care.
With oil his hopes dispensed to all around,
A wish for SELF most surely will be found;
Not words OF praise--the Carrier thinks that these
May do for men their many friends to please,
He hopes to hear his friends true friends indeed,
Who may this sheet and simple rhyming read,
Say with heart o'erstockcd with love and joy.
I'm glad to meet the little Carrier Boy"
For every week with promptness true and sure,
He brought himself the paper to my door,
And often does grateful feeling rise,
To bless the Carrier of the Enterprisel
And pledged myself the coming New-Year's day.
Would find metru to give substantial pay;
And often thought how it will make him laugh
When he receives his righteous duc-a half
Now, friends, do think what blessings papers are
What news they bring from quarters and far,
The worlds confusion at single view; ,-.
How Russians, Turks, and French and English
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Display their skill in wars most dread alarms
What noble feats by either has been done
What battles fought-what victories have been
Is won; -.s
And each arrival bids these thoughts arise;
Which side viii gain, the Russians or Alliesl
For many years viii France and England yet,
Look on the war with feelings of regret
Lot nations drink of wars most bitter cup,
Let Turks and Russians eat each other up 8,
Long may we feel that we are highly blest
And with our lot contented quiet rest
While plenty crowns the labors OF the year,
In grateful thanks may all our patrons share.
The Printer Boy, has come this Tuesday morn,
TO beg Of you to open plenty's horn, a a,a
And let hin, have, what conscience bids you give,
A New Years gift to help him on to liye...
He does not beg--he scorns the very net,
But claims what is his own in fact.
And at this time when custom opes the way,
He comes to get his yearly honest pay.
In sweet Spring time. when nature, calm, serene,
Puts ON her dress Of purest brightest green,
When blooming fowrs bedeck the hills and plains
And birds pour forth their sweet and lovely
strains;
At early dawn the Carrier plods his way,
Nor stops to court the pleasures Of the day. !
Knowing full well that ere the sun doth rise
His patrons wait to read the Enterprise.
And, too ne comes when summers sun grows
warm. s4 80 80. .qf s,es
When clouds are pregnant with the coming storm
He heeds not rain-though liehtnings rend the
- skies,
stiii ON his way with Southern Enterprise,
Greets every friend; end brings the latest news
For all HE friends and patrons to pernse
And stia he comes when Autumn months draw
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And earth puts on her garments brown and scar
Whsp sad decay seems settled all around =
And withersd leaves are strewn upon the
1s,g ground, !.
Whsnlo lovely birds and flowers cease 20 bloom.
Asd she'd around their frAgrant sweet perfume
In spite Of ffosts, rude autumn deigns 10 bring
The Carrier eones ~ came he in the Spring
whsawintsr comes, that season bleak and dr.a,
And NOV -storms howl in strains 81 wild despair
, Whcn piercing blasts in wildest fury blow. -.
And earth puts on der purest ,nAatle snow. 3
While frishds at home by fires snug and warn
Hesd mot the blast, or feel the peiting storm,
The Carrier still hiss3eekly task folilsa
Eyr stops 70 eope< n 5 fortune. or It's ills
He proudly f6eIS dat he wsso sots his Fart. Z
Win give hi51nits with trus spd telling heart,
For trus Il is The littls PrIo1xr Bov.
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