The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-01-02
Address of the Carrier

AS its eldest brother, born
When the morning stars first sung;
AS all The years that have flown
Since the brave old Earth was young;
1t brought the buds, the leaves, the bloom
or til laughing Spring time hours,
The volets brcathngs OF perfume,
The green Of the decp-wood bowers.
The brdsongs in the shady dell,
The swallows Swimming in the air,
And all sweet sights and sounds that tell
The youthhood Of the early year.
With Summers floods of warm sunshine
Came golden tributes from the fields;
Brown rpcned meath sky benign;
The rich reward that labor yields.
The naples rcdden'd in the frost
And flashed like fumes along the Wales;
And cold and Sere and tempest tost.
The dead leaves fill the forest trails.
And Winter-ah word Of praise;
Thanks to the Gvcr Of the good
The North winds ingcr in their ways,
Nor numb the limbs, nor chill the blood.
December sped all kind and mild
Each day mercy to the poor
For had the blasts been keen and Wild,
Then tcn-fOld sullcrings had been sure.
And so like each year since the first,
The Old Year passed with painting breath
Bringing Of Joyous life the burst.
And then the ripening and the death.
Yet while, meath general law, it filed
Its mission to the World aud Age,
1t failed not for itself to build
A name OF mark on hist'ry'S page.
Wild DER the land crash is heard;
1t CRATES on car aud clills the heart;
A " P0nic ''--ah. portrHtuns word
AT which both brave and fearful start.
The mscr gazcd on empty till
The nimblc tradesmal closed his door
Deep silence fell on shop and mill
All! me, how fare the idle poor?
Sec stalwart boggars fiji the street
Inscrbc their banners Blood OF Brcad''-
The wicked and the starving meet
The thunder mutturs overhead
The gold across the ocean flows
To pay the tax Of pomp and pride,
The Banks then close their sprcic-ria,cs,
BY vaults, grown hollow, terrified.
And Merchant Princes totter and reel,
And fall from thrones, handicapped and
The ''P;lnic s. tread rs dcSpot'S heel high;
Grinds those who fall and those who fly.
90 Hard Times" Old Panic's son, goes forth,
And lays his cold and heavy hand
Around; East " est, and South and North.
On rich and poor through all the land.
IT'S right the ills by folly brought
Onr spendthrilt land should know and feel
The lesson by our madness taught
May bless the future common veal.
May teach us by tn example shown
Our mills and workshops to sustain;
70 buy at home; protect our own,
And find therein our mutual gail
But whatc'cr truth we deem we learn,
Let IS something learn and something do ;
And pledge upon this New Years morn,
A truer pathway to pursue.
The strong Young Year. let's trust it well :;
Twill help Us act better part;
Its suns will rise, its zcphyrs swell,
To strengthen arm and thought and heart
That happy paths may wait your feet
Through all its round of busy days;
Anu Sweetest dreams your SlulnberS greet,
Friends Of The Wing. your Carrier prays.
Still came the Carrier to your door
With faithful steps through all the year,
The snow might fall, or rain might pour,
Oftrost or storm he had no fear.
"Who mourns for Logan None; not onc."
Cried the red chicttian of the Past;
Kind Patrons, never a sigh or groan
Docs your Logan ask you to waste.
Prepare not now to shed tear,
But give your ''quartcrs' and your dimes,
So may you have happy New Year,
And the Carrier be cheered for his rhymes.