Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1861-01-03
NEWs-BoYs ADDRESS.

1 JANUARY !. 1861.
twIsE YoU HARRY NEW YEAR, all,
As now / make nv Annual Call,
To tell you, as before, in rhyme
The latest deeds of Father Time
he world at large in usual plight
Most everybody in for, fight
Cruel and desolating war
Swift Revolution s endless Jar
Great Garibaldi noblest man
Of all vao march in Freedom = van
Napoleon writing<so t.ie Pope:
The latter sJds0st void of hope:
A visit from the Japanese,
With presents, two or thfae-a Peace
| a Prince out calling whom no douht
His Ma permitted 10 be out
| a Mammoth Ship! what monstrous thinp-
All England rushing to the Ring
| Disaster, holding in its hand
Its deadly Scourge DER Sea and Land
l he uspa! scenes in Congress Halls
| Disputes anu Challenges and Brawls.
| Conventions noisywith debates
| Der various rival candidates
| The People moving with a will
| The Presidential Chair to fill:
freedoms proud Triumph surging on
| From way Down East /" TO Oregon
Secession with its noisy mouth
| Dlsunlon movement at the South -
All this and more, It's mine, to-day,
10 tell you in my rhyming way.
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| OLD SIXTY few have been thy Peers
| 'Mong Eighteen Hundred Sixty Years
| For thou hast won splendid name,
High up upon the Scroll of Fame.
| Thy deeds will never be forgot,
E'en when old Father Time Is not
Glad Italy shall speak thy praise
AS she her Triumph song shall raise:
And Freedom, in this goodly land,
Shall sing this Peau, proud and grand
Nocenaber tfiamphed Ger my foes
When sfqty's Sus Victorious Rose '''
" War tcar thou bringest, stranger land
For war thy Steeds all ready stand g"
So cried the Hero as he gazed
And saw four mikwLite steeds that grazed
Upon the oft receding shore
Dear Latium, promised long before.
So cries the News Boy, as today
He treads his earth enciroing way,
And finds the Nations i'll at ease,
At home and far beyond the seas.
Yet there is hope of Peace g. he cried
" These steeds, accustomed, side by side
ITO champ the bit and draw the car,
May ausdr Peace instead of War"
And so again the News Boy cries
Though dark may be the threatening skies,
The Future soon may bring release,
And usher in the Prince of Peace.
o, Syria terrible the fight
'Twixt savage Druse and Maronite!
No thought too dire, no deed too rash,
When Christian swords in battle clash:
No blood too pure when holy zeal
Directs the arm and drives the steel.
How all our hearts with horror quail
AT thoughts of helpless orphans wall
Of widows tears, of Want and Woe,
Which through that land untrammeled go
Yet God is working out His Plan
Of Everlasting Good to Man;
And ere we half discern His ways
He turns the wrath of man to Praise.
China dislikes 10 stay subdued,
So England has her task renewed
To reach those Oriental hearts,
And introduce the Useful Arts;
Free Trade, Religion, and the rest,
Which cannot fail to make them bleSt.
She loves them much, has loved them long;
She loves their tea-and lAuAs :. -A-~,
And with strong faith for them has prayed,
And sho,on her faith by cannon-aid.
Dear Italy bless the year
That made thee happier and freer.
Rejoicing land! give God the praise,
That He at last was pleased to raise
A hero competent to see
That thou vast ready to be Ereei
Great Garbaldi most Divine.
Those saperhuman feats of thine,
Swift few thy bands from shore to shore;
The fight begun, the battle DER;
The victory won, the foemen fled;
The crown torn off from Tyrants head
Palermo down, success attained
The Sicilies to Freedom gained -
All done, while all the world, amazed,
In silence stood, in silence gazed.
Quickly thou fiest DER the sea,
Another city soon to free
From kingly rule, from Bourbon sway,
Though Naples sat so firm at Bay.
Thou canest in thy crushing might,
For God is on the side of Right
The Bourbon fed and thou alone
Vast sole Dictator on his throne.
Twas then the people thought it we'll
To choose, as King, Emanuel
That North and South in league might be
From Bourbon sway forever tree.
Twas then we saw thee yield thy choice
Obedient tSTthe peoples voice,
And ali the Nations said "'1ts aoelH
When thou didst vote, EMANUEL :"
And when the King his march began,
His fast expanding realm to scan,
Thou wentest, as for thee was meet,
To lay thy Conquests at his feet -
o Victor King give to thee
The Cities have helped to free
Palermo, with its sea girt Isle:
Z" Fair Naples, stretching many mile:
Sweet villages and hamlets bright,
SO Which all along have met thy sight
" And People, who, with loyal voice,
Have named thee as their princely choice.
On plain Caprera let me live,
:. And to my farm my leisure give;
Since, if il please thee, Vict, lord,
My island Home is full reward.
'' But shonldst thou need my sunburnt hand
Again I'll call my willing band;
And God shall guide my conquering way.
And Kings shall flee, and thrones decay"
Great Garibaldi! History's page
Makes thee the Hero of the Age
The Candle Maker in our land
The Alpine Hunter, gun in hand:
Soldier, of magic word and deed
Dictator sole of millions freed:
A King ah no for thou wouldst be
Caprera's Farmer, plain and free.
Another Cncinnatus, thou,
With nought that peaseth like the plow
A Dioc'etian, who resigns
The Crown of Rome to train his vines:
Servant most true, Well Done, Vel Done
God Bless thee, Second Washington
Napoleon plays his usual pars,
Bur not with all his usual art.
He don't know what TO do, and hence,
Like some Old Wings, is on the fence
He writes letter TO the Pope
One page of threats and one of hope;
Since, if he should with Plus side,
Italians would suspect he lied
At Viafranca. when he made
That peace, and promised timely aid.
But if for Freedom he declare,
The Pope-I will not say-would Stoedr
For that his righteous soul would vex;
Yet he, no doubt, would quickly ex-
Communicate him, since bis word
Would thereby prove-how strange absurd.
Napoleon hard it is for you
And sun {. naroer -sff2ne fo- see
All Italy becoming Free
Since all such bold advances tend
To hurry on your tragic end.
The Pope is in sorry plight,
And daily meditates flight,
Since cen Napoleon's arm can't save
The Plus from an impious grave.
Not long ago Bull he hurled
To excommunicate the world;
And later still at Warsaw met