Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1859-01-06
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OF THE CARRIER OF THE
KENOsHA TRIBUNE & TELEGRAPH.

Must be among those storied things
At least the custom serves the times,
If thus the D-l can raise the dimes.
A happy New Year. then one and all
Old and young, and great and small,
Whoc' er has heart and funds may hear,
! The Carrier with his annual cheer
Wishes earnest that the "Good time Com ing, ,
May haste along on breezes humming.
Another year with its hopes and fears,
Its Joyous smiles and its binding tears,
| With the myriad host that hath gone before,
/ Hath passed to its bourne to return no more
wall on the breeze, sigh in the air,
As Time TO its tomb the dead year doth bear.
( Is the world growing old, decrepit and cold?
Or as often by sages and croakers wore told,
Are the g times out of joint lin want of the
skill
OF quac1s and pretenders to cure or to kill?
That everything in such terrible fix is
"Out atthe elbows" and sat sevens and skies -
Fen Nature, it seems is forgetting her seasons,
And nee vouchsafes either causes or reasons
Why winter grows greedy and adds to each end
some weeks that were wont to belong to a
friend
Both autumn and spring must yield to the claim,
And in turn clip from summer a month of her
reign.
We may read in books of May day and
queen,
Who was crowned with garlands and flowers on
the green,
And poets have sung in most musical lay.
Or the decIing.a and browning fair Queens of the
May
Our fathers and mothers, perchance may have
known
Such sportings, long ago, ia this temperate
zone"
But alack for the frolics of the May day fete
They have passed, and are told of as things OBJ
solete--
For The flowers from dingle and hillside so gay,
That should deck the fair brow of the Queen of
day,
No longer come out till the spring time is old,
And the warm month of May grows drear and
cold.
Indian Summers we've heard of, some may
have known,
Ere the " times " had so strange and disorderly
grown,
The bland dreamy days when the yellow sun
glnted
So dimly through forests of foliage, tinted
With crimson and gold, ere winter cold breath
Had passed over autumn like the angel of death.
Like the Indians their Summer to the far west
HES,
To seek newer fields and more lenient skies
And Winter comes close, with its frosts and its
SHOWS,
On the heels ofthe summer, as every one knows
Scarce shadow is left, for poets to sing,
Of the seasons we read of as autumn and spring
Whence have arisen these strange connections
Whence have the seasons borrowed such no
tons p
Have comets whisking round with measursless
tails,
Pushed our poor little planet so far that she fails
her Just equilibrium to- gain for an age p
Aack these are questions TO puzzle a sage
No skill has your Carrier to unfavel such skeins
Ofmystery, though took he meier so much pains
l he bare facts are as plain no prophet denies,
That earths growing bad and worser the skies
Ay, the cold, pale sun floats southwark so low
That we scarce feel midday its impotent glow.
But spite of the seasons grown mad,
In spite Of Old Winters long reign
And the many mishaps in his train,
The world joys along, good and bad
Parties are marshalliug their hosts,
With sentinels alert at their posts,
And demagogues grow blatant, egad
Two years ago-how short seems the time
Buchanan seemed a prince or a ear
And Democratic stock ruled above par,
So sweetly the great names would chime;
Douglas, Buchanan and many names more,
Were mingled together like brethren of yore-
AS the sequel proves, without reason or rhyme
East and west, north and south it was deemed,
Democracy, surely, was a unit
And who so bold as dare to impugn it p
So welded together the whole party seemed
But plans of the mighty, howsoe'er wrought
Ii nos founded in Right will come to ncught
How firm Soc r they may be esteemed.
Already the work of disintegration
On the party once thought so compact
Invincible ever, however attacked
Is plain to the least observation
Mark the adage, ''thc rogues have fallen out"
No matter to us what the quawers about;
Since twill bring honest men to their station
Douglas the giant though little is bold
And scorns to be whipt into traces,
Like donkey going out to the races
Though the bit may be plated with cold
The rent has been made-ointments nor salyes
Can fasten again the dissonant halves,
And the party like Kelsey is cold.
Freed om's star is rising bright
Through expressions murl<y night
Men of courage wait the hour!
Time shall show the hallOwei glow,
Der the bilOwy darkness flow
Men of Justice rise in power.
Through the north, the east, the west,
Are legions that have stood the test
OF adv ersity's darkest hour;
They are gathering in their might,
Clad i'll armor for the right
Iyrants tremble at their power
Hark along our lines the shout,
Tells that our foes are put to rout
In the contest that is past
These successes but portray the end,
Whittier wrong and folly ever tend
Defeat, disgrace will come at last
When next the Presidential trife.
throughout the land is growing rife,
Our forces all combined shall stand:
FREEDOM, for our cheering battIe-cry,
Shall make each voter to his duty fy.
True as old Thcssaly's band.
And the great worlds busy toiling,
The hurry-scurry and the moiling,
OF the millions of the human race;
Our own Wisconsin, Noble State!
Is onward marching free and great
youthful giant decked with grace
Ger her broad Prairies, westward stretching.
Like the dark lines of wondrous etching
! See the tracks where on her commerce flows
hark the engines shrill, unearthly yelling,
AS the painting train approaches, telling
now the active life in every artery CLOVIS.
broad farms with glowing fields appear,
ana the mum OF mills and shops we hear
Anon Lne church the schoolhouse on the green;
Ana soon the town with scarce name.
Becomes the city of wondrous fame.
Whose wares in every mart are seen.
So sprang our own fair city, dream.like
From the primal wilderness of Pike.
very Venus from fresh seas foam
Restless waves begirt her eastern sky
And on her west the rich prairies lie
BleSt are we who claim so fair home.
And now, again kind patrons, friends,
Ere my annual greeting ends,
III wish you many glad return
vi Happy New Years, as old Times car
Rolls oils. happy down life's track afar,
Ill! all our destined goals we learn