The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-01-06
"a. For tie Coarisr.
Not a New Years Address.


"Oh yers the Ledger, Times and Daily News''
Have paper sir'"-three cents for which you choose
'Oh yers the Carriers Address in rhymer'
Right in your face--"a dime want a dime ~
So yells the news boy-so on New Year day
Your bored with ''buy Address = dime sayw' i
or course you buy to please the teasing bow,
To learn who wrote tn address, and to enjoy
The sweet poetic music 81 his strains
Or wonder If the author eer had5 rains
fou read-Oh shades OF Milton BYRON Scott 7 =
What rafting. screeching thing Is this we've got:
Preserve US whole but aid MS II you choose,
J" solve the meaning OF this New Year muse:
What measure too, we're anxious quite to know,
Th's heavenly warbler sings in, here below.
The melody Is sweet: we feel quite sure
The wit Is keen, the language chaste and pure; .
But Why each year, should:tame and stupid prose.
BE tortured into. rhyme, Lord only knows. ,.f@1
Prepare for rhyme, I'll publish right or wrong,
FOOLS are my theme, let satire be nv song"
" ny Should not !, amuse myself for once na'
In scribbling rhyme IL I do act the Ounce; - III
When mangled prose In fancy printed sheets
For poetry is pedded through the streets '
Oh! statesman boy we candidly confess r ..'
The power and beauty of your last address, ..-
And write for sale new one eyry week.,
Poetic genius, In his rhymng CLOVIS; ..-...:.
Enchanting music, in his measure flows;
Imagination gilds each dulcet line, " '..
With all the beauty OF the tuneful Nine B .,t
ANA theh besides his condeseending muse, -. - -.
Is Kind enough to give us all the news;
As In some tasteful very funny stanzas
She tells us how Old Buck has settled Kansas;-
1 wonder if the Democratic Pappy, ... ...,.. F.. .
Received that verse-twould make him feel 10 happy
He'd hear Of Freedom, Mormons, Fame and Mail,
And how the comet swept its fiery tail; .... tlrn.
How lies the Cable in the boiling deem
Far meath the flashing angry surge to sleep; y.
How mermaids roost upon it there below,
And reyel dance, and sing and Jump Jim Crow
Andhow with flying name and greeting neigh. ..,.
viii foaming, putting, dash to town some day
The Iron Horse and then o'ercome he d saw @...
That man shall rhyme my last address this way, d.
Our Poet friend without remorse or pity,
Has much abused the Council of our city; Fs#
lie thinks it dead, but we'd inform him here, 49,.
vi what it's done the past and present year;
One thousand spent to spoil handsome street,
Two thousand made, in lots it cuts neat. ".' I Fl
Us true our towns sly for countless hogs, sift
But then the council killed one dozen dogs. Peg .
They've labored hard to make the taxes light.
And pay themselves one dollar each per night,
ETHEREAL scars our poets muse to sing ..-
And slaps Don Mitchell with her dazzling wing
Magnanimously high, and gravely sage
She mocks and jeers the fntirmfty Of age.
Ut Bards and Band and 'greenies" too she'd tell,
And diving down brings Barker up from h-ll.
The supper too, she deigns to sweetly sing;
At Copeland bold insinuations ding.
The temperance vs,-but hold, 1 fear
Our poets muse is fond of Lager Beer
His muse then bids us all kind farewell
And proudly VOWS she'll take another swell; -
Oh ! may she then when next she swells with rhyme
Hit happier themes, and more harmonious chimes.
Yes, New Year Poet, strike once more your Tyre,
The heavenly muses. will your song admire;
The Gods cen lean and listen and commend,
Your sweet and mellow strains as they ascend; -
But Sir, don't let your Tyre get out Of tune,
1t whines and how Is as dogs do at the MOON