Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1861-01-04


AS one who by his valiant deeds
In freedoms cause 50 dear,
Had earned the victors crown, and throne,
But freely them resigned,
And placed upon another's brow
The wreath for him entwined.
We have not only heard, but seen
Some of the great from afar,
And though they were nothing but men
Not over an inch above par,
One would think by the fuss we made
They rode in the air upon wings,
Never trod on this earth of ours,
Or dreamed of its commonplace things.
First came the JAPANESE throng,
Good enough what there was of them,
Enough of them such as they were,
Least said the better about them.
Then came the dear PRINcE OF WALES,
Such wonderful beardless boy;
No doubt he was 'papa's pet
And his mammals darling joy
But that we, who acknowledge no king
No heir to a royal throne
Such homage should pay to aboy
Whose title alone makes him known,
Is among the mysterious things
Young America often has done,
And tho seemingly foolish, tbs wise
Her laurels she nobly has won.
The foreign news of great extent
You will not care to know,
A,J ,ro,, J;J tbo Row
His ignorance would show;
But when he gets to be of note,
Through foreign countries travel
He'll know thing or two, and be
A 1ion'-not a devil.
But now of our own dear land,
Home of the brave and free
United does she stand
The pride of land and see?
Is there a single star
Blotting her priceless fame,
Can dark disunion mar
The glory of our name?
At Washington they're in fix,
Ant and pro can never mix,
The President, to make things straight
Concluded it was best to wait
Before he whipt the naughty child,
Then turned, and on it kindly smiled.
The wink, the smile was quite enough,
Spoiled Carolina knew what stuff
OLD Buck was made of-and she gave
One bound-'twas neither Just or brave.
Too late, too late-had he but dared
To use the rod, we had been spared
The blot upon our glorious name,
Disunion had not marred our fame
Still there is light beyond the clouds,
Hope glimmers while the darkness shrouds
And though the waves so madly swell,
Kind Providence doth all things well.
"Rock-a-by baby upon the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down comes cradle the baby, and all.
Wen borrow no trouble, when it comes, then
comes,
We are happy to day in our snug little homes,
Never brighter our fires, never warmer our hearts
If the Union rocks, breaks, and parts-then
parts.
We meant to have boasted a bit,
That is if twas proper and fit,
About our O'o1l conquest this year.
The Republican victory and cheer;
We thought it was surely high time
The bells of our party should chime
That our cock should crow once at least,
And grow fat over this tempting feast.
But honest OLD ABE makes request
And his counsel surely is best
That we in our joy should be kind
To those of different mind;
So we will crow never bit
OF our victory, labor or wit,
And only will say that our choice
Is plus half of the peoples voice.
Gas has just come to our town,
The real ipfiammable gas
1t circulates freely around.
And Fremonters think twill pass.
Tallow candles we've had long enough,
We mean to be up with the times,
Light our beautiful city with gas
If it does take more of the dimes.
We have seen the brick blocks that have risel
The dwellings equally fine,
The muddy walks nicely paved,
And the streets with night lamps shine.
Our market is now widely known,
Produce of all kinds, and game,
Bring us cash from the cities east,
And add to our Western fame.
Buff the Sandusky was dredged,
Its bars and distractions removed,
Our shipments and trade would increase
Four-fold, asit now can be proved.
Unnumbered our blessings have been,
Though some in disguise have come,
To wean us perhaps from earth,
Attract to heavenly home.
Dear ones in our household band,
Bright links in our chain oflove