The Cecil Whig., 1861-01-05
CARRIERS ADDRESS.

With ninble pace old " Sixty's" race was run,
Now usher'd in is newborn Sixty One,''
Who though scarce twelve hours old, by rapid stride
Denotes his purpose not for man to hide.
Well, let linn on! while we recall to vicw
The old friends face-oved better than tho
Who, with SORROWS, also brought much joy;
Forgetting none, ,--no7e'en the Carrier boy.
Not oft to strains of grief atuned. our lay
Is now compeed-een on this happy day
Sadly to sing. for, coming o'er the past
One sad events re-calrd-would 'twerc the last
Whose memory, Patrons of The Wing, might be-
A cause of sadness or to you or me.
Ere vet quarter Of his race he'd rum
His brow Of ice untouched by AprPs sun
The Old Year carried with relentless tre.I,
And laid to rest among the sleeping dead,
His form who, for almost score Of years.
Mid light and guom mid joy and sorrow s. tears;
With tireless energy and talents rare,
Stood helmsman of The Whig and foul or fair
I he weather, to the task was eCAal he,
Or on calm, or Oh & stormy
Rest thee, thou noble soul! peaceful thine end
Foes hatst thou who has not7 but many friend
viii emulate thy virtues rare and bright,
And mourn thy loss thou valiant for right!
The year just past has been with plenty blest,
Our country in her richest robes'was drey.,
The harvest yielded, as in days of yore,-
By Provdcnial blessing -bountcous store
Commerce spread wide her white wings 0 or the sea,
Bearing alofi the banner of the free.
change, alas! has now upon IL: come,
And abor's voice throughout the land is dumb;
For traitors, to subserve their guilty ends.
Would sacrifice their country and her friends
And take delight in spreading widening schisms
To wreck the nation on a rock of ssms.'
Alas, It's true that s' madness rules the hour,''
And politicians have lost all power
To calm the storm which they've insanely raised
By worslpping the negro till they're crazed.
Almost sans intcrmisson thirty years.
Have democrats, s,-despite the peoples fears,
The power held; 10, now! to what pass
The country IS brought :-impov IRISH d, and, ahs!
To ruins verge fast driving in weak hands
The good old Ship of State drives on the strands
or dissolution weak and helpless he,
Who should its helmsMan and prcscrvcr be.
In this dark hour whore sa II our eyes behold
The Statesman, wise and tenlp'ratc, honest. bold,
The patriot soul-who with sume saving might
By Heavens aid shall yet dispersc the night.
Grant, oh, our Father, some brave soul to raise,
Whose wisdom, in these dark and troublous davs.
Shall earn for him his country's highest need,
And second pater patrig prove indeed.
Hail, Garbaldi!-warrior, hero, sage;
ltalia's Washington on history's page
Though brief thy conflicts, yet in seas CT blood,
War rolled its fiery and ensanguncd flood,
Till freedoms foes fled in their wild dismay,
No more to curse Italia with their sway.
And now the Sun of Liberty shines bright,
And ltaly's emerged from clouds ofnight,
Like Cincinnatus, Garibaldi lays
lis sword aside amid his country's praise;
Turns to pursuits of peace from wars alarm
Till freedoms Cause again demands his arm.
Now, with the Old Year done, al, hail the New.
A happy New Year may it prove to you-
Kind Patrons of The Wing and may
Many returns of New Years happy day
Find you to Liberty and Union ~ true,
And enemies of secession's dcsp'rae crew.
May love DER hate in every heart prevail!
May every aim Of sectionalism fail!
Through public good may private virtues shine,
And love of country all our hearts cntwine.
Then shall our freedom, honoring history's page,
Increase its lustre by advancing age.
0 Thou. who rulest in the Heavens above,
This fair Republic shelter with Thy love
In dangers born,-baptized with heroes blood,
Strengthen it now against the rising flood
That else engulphs it. and in ruin lays
The beautcous temple Thou, Thyset ddst raise.
And now, kind Patrons, ere this Carriers lay,
That sings you greeting happy day,
Be closed, may he not plead Your kindly ear.
Whose footsteps bring The Whig throughout the yea.
To you so faithful ?--say, alone, shall he,
Amid the general joy, forgotten be7
Or shall he not from each some token bear,
To glad his heart and tighten all his carer
But though no dime, no silver he should get
He'll keep his courage and his temper yet;
Still toll his u" round with faith and hone to cheer
Till time shall bring happier New Year.