Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-01-02
CARRIERS ADDRESS,
JANUARY 1st 1851,

noble scion of the glorious race,
Whose reign began the instant that twas
said,
Let there be light" and darkness frighten-
ed fed,
And viii not end till that dread morn has
Which sees the death Of time. and end Of
earth,
when wrapt in flames tbe realms Of ether
glow,
And heavens last thunder shakes the world
below
Then give welcome to your new crown'd
king,
With cheerful hearts your choicest offerings
bring,
Let joy and nirth preside mid festal cheer,
And hope point forward to happy year;
Let avariee leave his money bags awhile,
And griefs dali vo:aries cease 70 mourn. and
smile.
Let all unhappy, lull their cares to sleep
And love sick nIaidens cease 10 sigh aud -Teer.
Give joy welcome a. your favOrita guest,
And banish thoughts Of sadness from your
breast.
ABi while we thus are happy shall We gaze,
Back on the past, and talk Of mispent days:
Twere we'll We speak 20 eyii Of the dead.
Though Old King sixty 5 dead, weep u: f5:
Let vithered winter moan his Teqaism hymn.
'TwOuld be . crime with thoughts OF grief
and care,
To welcome IN old sixty's soa aa3 he.r;
Nay, DO not say the future teens with sorrow.
WHAT though It does, we'll talk OF ;hat To-
morrow
Aud don't maintain this worlds a world Of
woe,
| tell you plainly friends !, S rot 50;
This world Is not Z maze without Q plan
And often have I seen q happy man.
As free from grief and care / v5r'ly believe,
As father Adam when be courted Eve,
And in fair Eden's bowers first felt the
bliss
That dwels in holy loves pure ferveat kiss;
But since yo1 doubt ny word, pause while
tell
0fhappy mortals who around you dwell.
Are they not happy who to-day will meet.
Around the festive board, and kindly greet.
Each other with fond words, in friendships
tone?
IF you say 10. Why then you've never known.
The joys OF friendship or the bliss ;hat flows.
From loves pure tgun', TO temper al our
4 fathers care, 4 mothers holy love,
You ne'er have known, and never yet did
prove,
The stricken exi,es grief. compelled to roam
To foreign lands, fgon that dear hut his
home"
Of thirst to see homes hallowcd scenes once
more;
loving family group you ne'er have seen.
The mother happier far than EnglanG's Queen,
The father prouder happier than a Lord,
While round the wee things sport with one
accord,
And Jack their eldest jus. returned from
school,
Looks gravely on to show he is no fool;
What Peais Of merry laughter greet the ear.
Now frieuis I ask. are not all happy hers?
And thousands Of such homes are IN this land.
Their inmates greet you upon every hand.
Wearing contentments smile aud truly blest,
Domestic happiness their constant guest.
Old MordecaI has told me, years AGO.
When he was young, and something OF
beau,
And thonght good looking by the village girls
He loved = maiden With dark flowing curls,
And she loved him-ani often would be st-zl
Not TO her bower, for there Is nothing real,
IL what is sung of bowers. bur to her side,
And then, in the soft hour of eveutide.
They'd wander forth, the hapPiest pair on
earth,
Too blest by far for laughter or rude mirth.
And while the stars smiled on them from
above
They'd join in VOWS Of never ending love,
And so for hours beneath the silver moon
Whose lights more soothing than the glare
Of noon,
They'd wander on eonversings arm in arm,
Their love too pure for thoughts Of guilt or
harm;
You'll say this was inprulent. but you know,
Il all occurred some forty years ago.
When folks were innocent, as turtle doves,
Or Miss Of fourteen, when she thinks she
loves.
Il then was blest" my old friend Oft hath
said,
But death came soon and robbed me Of nv
flower,
And left me lone and sad at ;wilights hour.
No hand to Gull for me, the flowers of june.
And no more strolls beneath the.silvsr moon"
And then 20 Mordecai the world grew drear.
And with naught else to love, he loved small
beer;
But when alone he's often heard to SIGH,
And VOW h bachelor he'll live and ole
For sake of her now sleeping in the mould:
And cherished thus, his first love grows not
cold,
And still TO sooth him the sweet hope is given.
That he shall meet his peerless maid in
Heaven
And stil! fond lovers such as Mordecai
Was forty years since, pass US every day,
Who never feel the weight of sorrows hours,
For whom hope decks the future with bright
flowers,