Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1863-01-06
CARRIERS ADDR Ess TO THE PATRONS
OF THE sTAUNToN SPECTATOR.

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A happy New YEAR to you all,
With every fresh delight
That pleasures sech as crown to-day
May fill your future life's pathway,
And make each moment blithe and gay
Is fondly hoped by Wright
And now he strikes his harp again
And wakes his long neglected strain,
Which never yet has proved in vain
On merry New Years morn ]
1t claims not to possess the fire
Which thrilled the strings of Orpheus' lyi.
Butsif your bosoms don't admire
It's music, he u be sacosn
The ancient bard could mooe tie stones,
or animate hedead mans bones
So speaks the classic story
Dut If my humble, modest muse
Can cause you to discharge your dues,
And give me just enough for shoes,
Twill be sufficient glory
ssMass' Billy Burke is very current
ssMassn CAPTAIN Peck flows in q torrent
And beth aregood as gold:
A few sAia, ,3lssteqs Of this soft -
Will buy the best that can be bought
And save me from the cold.
our { a.4.- e ,rs,,slls
The toll he undergoes is double
What other folks endure:
Throughout the year he walks the Town,
And weekly lays his paper down
At every good mans door.
To compensate him for his labor
He never yet has dunn'd his neighbor
For single shilingl
His work is done with no < .Ury fdcs,"
His duties are discharged with grace
Which shows spirit willing
And what is more, he never meant,
Nor means TO charge copper cent
For taking round the news:
He does it g gratis knowing that
In justice, you will give him what
Is fair, for all he does.
If other folks were half as just,
Cur country, which is so cursed
With ankee depredations,
Would soon be rid of every foe,
And Peace would dwell in every door
And smile on ali vocations.
Instead of that ExtOrtion
That base, detested, vile abortion
Behind the counter stand
Perfumed, and powdered, and peruked,
A nd what is more stand unrebuke
TIL Harlequin of our land.
These ski1-F5ssis stay at home and cheat,
Taking the salt from bread and meat.
Of wives whose husbands
Wading to their knees in slaughter,
To protect both wife and daughter
From the fierce wrath of war.
They are in sooth Goddess crew
Their souls are just sable too
as is the Kings of Evil'
They suck blood like mustard plaster
They steal more than Quartermas:er,
and play the very devil.
If we succeed not in our cause,
= nd fall into the Yapkeess ctl,ress. az
(And God forbid we should,
Upon the heads of SPECTATORS,
(Apparent friends but real traitors)
VIII rest nations blood.
Excuse, dear Public, this dgression-
1t i'll accords with my profession .
70 sing Nations shame
My duty is to vend my papers,
Behave myself cut no capers
With white folks as my;game.
'Tis true L am African,
But then am loyal man,
And sound too ON the g goose"
If have, therefore, acted wrong
In giving ballast to my song,
have good excuse.
Enough of this: the subject jars,
Domestic crimes and public wars
Suit not the muse love-
The peace of bone, the joy of rest
The gentler feelings of the breast
Her warmest raptures move.
Dear People, would you have me live
In peace and comfort, freely give
What loose change you may have;-
Ny coat and breeches both are torn,
My shirt and shoes are sadly
My best look is so -begone,
And tout ensembles so foriorn
That strangers dub me knaye!
WRIGHT.