Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1862-01-07
CARRIERS ADDRESS.
TO THE PATRONS OF THE
STAUNE0N sPE CT FAFoRz

/ ~ AHE FATRUNS OF THE
sTAUNToN SPECTATOR.
JANUARY Ist. 1862.
The old year has passed, and another. began,
We've hidden adieu to the year sixty-onc,
Ana friends, new and old, and patrons so dear,
I've come oaek to wish you a happy New Year
welcome with rapture these holiday times,
Ever fragrant to me of HALF-DoLLARs and DIMES
Vlrglnlans declare they'll avenge every wrong,
Their hearts are courageous theirblades true and
strong,
And they've plighted their word with courage and
might, f.a
10 stand up, forever, for honor and Wright.
Now nothing that ever appeared in the paper
Before, has been worthy of holding taper
10 the news OF the war that Yankeedom wages
Gainst the South, which this year has crowded
my pages.
1 told you last spring of old ABE's ssProclama
tion,''
That lnsulted the South, and united our nation
Virginia declared, tho opposed to secession,
She'd never submit to tyrant's oppression.
Since war is declared, no longer she waits,
Her sons We're in armor, and ready to come,
At the sound of her bugle, the tap of her drum
The preacher and lawyer, the stout mountaneer
Men of all callings and trades volunteer,
To meet, with cold steel ON Virgnia's dear soil
The legions who come to insult her and spoil.
The boy bids sdieu to his father and mother,
The maid, with q smile and tear, to her lover
orio fn
Virginia ne'er called on her bravo sons in vain
Thro' the papers I've brought you, you weekly
have seen
The Yankee exploits, both on land and marine
The family jar 'twixt old Abe and Fremont,
And the story Of Bethel, Leesburg and Belmont
How we took at Manassas, the battery called
Sherman's,
And routed whole legions Of Yankees and Cor.
How Southern men won them bright chaplets Of
glory,
While their enemy slain made the battlefield CORY
Let the South, tho she weep for her brave sons
who fell,
Rejoice that they triumphed so nobly and well.
AhAouSH tH0 ''StduuLOu OpcCtdICr>' the people
have seen
Every week how exceedingly liberal they've been
For we've chronicled duly. each hospital box,
And frequent donations of blankets and socks.
And the ladies-God bless 'em I-Ve'Ye praised
'em enough,
If there's value at all in newspaper puff
Your sisters and sweethearts, your wives and
vonr dan vhfers-
1t pleased you Pm certain-so shell out the
QUARTERS.
When times are so hard, a little hard cash
| Is the best thing know of to save hard clash
'Gainst world whose angles are turned rather
sharpe; .sa
| And besides, tho mover inclined much to harp
On trials that surely are but common lot,
Yet sometimes the weather has been very hot
When I've carried your paper, sometimes very
| cold,
And nothing adjusts these small evils like GOLD
Remember how promptly I've carried your
"Spec''
II you've got nothing better, just give me g
| "Peck.'
have told you, this year, of many pair,
The bridegroom gallant, the maiden so fair,
| Who together have stood short time at the altar
While the preacher arranged the connubal halter
In some cases, perhaps, they both have repented
| The bride has declared, she ne er had consented
Had she known but one-half of the worrysome
| ways
Of the spouse she so honors and Eoues and obeys
The bridegroom, astonished, to quiet his fears
And to see how angelic she looks when IN tears
| Says softly, .smy dear, you'd be happier far
If should enlist and get killed in the war;
ssSince you mention it, dear, don't know but
! might
They are looking, just now, every day for fight
And should remember with triumph and pride
How noble and brave for your country you died.
How oft we've recorded, in words of deep gloom
How loved ones have gently been laid In the
The sweet smiling face that forever is hid
Beneath tho green turf, and the close coffin lid
The bent, aged form, and the deep-furrowed
That know not OF sorrow or suffering now
The soldier so gallant, SO young and so brave,
Who died for his country, and sleeps in the grave
For these, how the sigh and the fast-falling tear
| Will sadden full many q merry few Year
But the news from old England is better by far
Than even the best you have heard of the war,
The proud British Lion sleeps tamely no more,
And Lincoln and Yankeedom quake at his roar
Uncle Sam is most certainly in for fight
With England, by insult aroused in her might,
Unless an apology, abject and ample
Declares his late conduct will not be a sample
Of his future behavior, SO far as respects
The flag that old Britain forever protects
For items like these, you are surely my debtor,
And the wider you open your purses the better,
But even a little is better than none,
Just to make me remember old friend. sixty-one.
Unclasp your porte-monnaies, and may sixty-two
Shower blessings upon you all the way through,
viii be the kind wish, by day and by night,
Of yours, ever truly and gratefully, ~
WRIGHT.
Tie Presidential Mansion was yesterday
thrown open for the reception of all Who wished
to pay their respects to the President. Mrs