Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-01-07
CARRIERS ADDRESS.

CARRIERS ADDRESS.
A song, a song for the New Years morn,
1 Full Of good wishes--full Of good cheer.
For to- Old Father Time last night was born,
Another bright heir-a Happy New Year
4 Christened already at the font of Fate,
The hopeful young year-Eighteen Fifty eight,
Then a song you must have-such a song,
As only the Carrier Boy sings,
When Time brings his holidays along,
And the fond greeting on the keen air rings
Quarters bright, even honest dimes,
For songs are cheap, to suitIthe groaning times
Aye, times are hard, bnt hard or easy,
Weekly on my rounds I've brought the news
| Whate err the day-eold. warm, calm or breezy
/ You've had the fresh damp paper to peruse-
A faithful record of our beautiful town,
Where each step in improvement is quickly sci
/ down. IS
Tales, too I've brought you. and items political
| Doings in Utah and California afar.
And actions in Kansas we might call jesuitical,
1t 'twere not too enent by far,
And news from the odword of still later date, -
Often I've brough. you to bother your pate,
Well, 1.-THE times" as Shakespear would say.
Are all out of joint = and the Dickens to pay.
Banks have suspended or broken indeed,
And brought many rich nahnb TO need,
And even the envied and naughty millionaire
Has felt the keen pang of oerburdenng care.
Merchants have broken, and even some brokers,
Are changed by the times. into miserable croak-
ers,
Stocks have gone down aiarmingly low,
Though stock follows downward quite slow.
Many have tried for months to explain.
The causes that led to this tyrannUus reign.
OF Panic Distrust and wild Dismay,
Where lately Prosperity only held sway;
But still undissoived the mystery remains,
TO pr zle Political Economists brains.
Among tbe rest, though make no boast
OF philosophlc lore that should "ruIe the roast"
have my own views on the tight hard times,
Which can be told in a very few lines.
There's too much speculation, too little work,
Too many trying honest labor to sf.irk;
Too many ,drones in,the worlds great hive
To allo" the poor working bees to thrive
Lawyers, quite innocent of Blackstone or Kent
But ready to turn the almighty cent
Doctors, of Divinity who learn how to dun,
Far better than how sinners may be won,
From the evil of their ways, to the fold
Ofthe good Shepherd we've heard of, of old
And Doctors of physic, who physic you, purse
While physickiHg your body far worse
Politicians whose political lore,
Is their party's cant phrases-these and no
Whose political economy is how best
To get into Office and feather their nest
j nese are r Few or the causes OF want
That is stalking so grimly and gaunt,
Through the length and breadth of the land,
Leaving wrecks and dismay on every hand.
The Presidents message, it is true,
Takes another, and far different view,
OF the causes that brought on the crisis,
And played such prank with money and prices.
The banks" are his scape>goat play the
deuce,
With currency and price of produce
COnfina them IN fifrias mr. tvant;as Ioo.4
n their issues, and soon will have ceased
All trouble from over circulation
hat urges on men to wild speculation
At least so says the message and truly,
No sane man will dare be SO unruly,
As. that wonderful document 20 doubt,
Whatever the subject les treating about.
A truce to al theOries--the facts
Still remain, howe'er our brains we may tax,
To explain or philosophize the cause,
So here, in the midst of our homily we pause
oh, sad is the record the Old year leaves
OF wrong and Injustice to man;
No wonder the sad angel of mercy greves,
Ger the deeds of its shortened span-
There's portent of wrath in the sky
A threat on each breeze that passes us by.
Let mercy, with her minist'ring angels of Peace,
Weep DER oppression and wrong,
And hope for the time when such things shall
And the tnillennial day haste along
But clad alone in the armor of Right
Must crush The oppressor, if need be, with might.
Two powers are contending on Kansas fair fields,
For mastery. dominion and reign
Slavery, with her black flag unfnrled reveals,
The whip the slave block and chain
These. her dark emblemS she Rises on high
And mocks at the warning of mans anguished
cry.
Freedom, her flag too, has fungi to the breeze,
And her camp-hres ON every hill
Burn bright as the beacon the mariner secs,
To guide him through darkness and dangers
still
Free Soil Free Speech and Freedom for all,
Are the watchwords she hangS'on the outer wall.
Such were the watchwords of our honored sires
Who fought Freedoms battles of yore.
When fl ISL were lighted ihuse glorious fires,
That faded not till the contest was Ger
Lighted again. their etfulgence shall glow
Till Slavery and Oppression fore erare laid low
Have we hearts at the North craven and weak
That they yield up their dearest birlh-right-
And uenIble when cowar,iiy save-driyers speak
And pay the gnOble draft at sight ? -
Nay. there rebeilion i'll our free northern air,
And Freemen will aerer such seryitude bear.
There's weird, warning soond ON the northe RI
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