The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1857-01-10

Ana mark twelve month in st. Paul:
The river hid meath ice and snow,
he mercury frozen far below,
The windows changed to scrol-wcrk panels
Men sa!e-ensconccd in three-fold fannels,
Fur coats, fur caps, and fur, fur, fur,
On foot, in sleigh:, are all astir.
For business does not hibernate
In this warm-bloodei, youthful State,
Although, indeed, not near so brisk
As when the sun, with warmer disc,
Melts from our deniZens their cioaks,
Ruptures the lcaf-swathes on the oaks;
Quick-rising from his Summer task
Uncorks his caloriiic flask,
And, brimrning pours from horns of Aries,
The drink on rivers, lakes and prairies,
Hlrries the pulse of Natures heart,
Gives Water-Turb;d fresh start,
Father of Rivers! why SO sleepy ?'
Apollo chides the Mississippi,
Warm breezes ian the Fathers head,
He turns him in his icy bed,
Washes the snow-driits from lis face,
And runs airesh his giant race.
Attending Cndines d ,nce in viii Is
With nimble feet, like waltzing girls.
ST. Paul then hears the whistles sound
Among her bluffs and Wales rtsound,
\ whistles harsh and horrid scream
From iron lungs-the voice of steam
The laborer throws away his work,
Filings down his pen the excited clerk,
The hurrying merchant leaves his store,
Scarce waiting to secure the door,
'BLsses and gigs, and carts and drays,
Whirl mad'y through the crowded ways;
At le 9Th all on the Levee meet,
Freight to receive, or friends to greet.
Now lmmigration's rushing tide
Spreads DER the "Sections" far and wide
No stranger counts his funds too scanty
To take claim " or build q shanty.
New towns rise up on many site,
As Junah's gourd grew, in one night,
But not like that to fade away
They gain Additions day by day.
Soon shall we 6 come in' as State,
And in the Nation have some weight
One State, or two, or three, Cor four,
TO make the balance right-of power.
For Uncle Sam in this intends
To suit the views of :" three-ffth " friends,
Who gain their points, as boys their way,
BY gruifly shouting ave won't play"
Besides, should Uncle Sam refuse
To walk precisely as they choose,
Will not the gutta percha cane
Our venerable Uncle brain?
Admitted, tits one cause for thanks
That we shall have our own State Banks,
To drive out all the worthless trash,
The ro. ten substtut" for cash,
Which, with Bank failures day by day,
Gives wealth to rich, robs poor of pay.
The Washtenaw, not worth doit,
4 II
The Globe Bank Of famed Gotham City,
Still "going" here, the more's the pity;
Vile co ,nterfeits which daily pass,
Net worth the rag their words deface,
Pushed off by many knave and rogue.
And keeping " Thompson in full vogue.
'Tis Autumn now-on every side
The burning prairies, far and wide,
Fill with their smoke the hazy air,
At night display lurid glare:
Wo to the farm their fires attack
Unless broad burrows guard each stack.
Now coldly runs the Rivers flow,
Now goods are hurried from below.
In all the barges, in all boats,
Cheese, butter, flour, meal, corn and oats,
Stoves, stove-pipe, whiskey, coils of rope,
Leather, confectionery, soap,
Cloth, boilers engines, carpets, rugs,
Molasses, lard-ol, horses, drugs
Not half we want has come to hand,
To meet the business schemes we've planned
When 10. the ice, which will not wait,
At Hastings stops-shuts down the gate:
We, ant-like, through the Winter board,
Upon the treasures we have stored.
Patrons what Veal or Woe hath beer
You, from our printed sheet have seen;
Nor heat, Geld, rain nor snow barrier,
Promptly the day hath brought the Carrier
A New Years Quarter, or Fifty,
Will glad my heart and make me thrifty.
THE CARRIER.