Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1865-01-05
CARRIERS ADDRESS,
To THE PATRONS OF THE
Marshall County Republican,
Januar. 3, 1865.

PATRONS AND FRIENDs,-Agaln come,
Now the sands of Sixty -Four are run,
| come to you, with this my lay,
On this auspicious New Years day.
The old year now has run its race,
And have not the time or space,
To tell you all that has been done,
Since over us his reign begun.
lie found us in bloody strife.
Our nation gaspng for its life;
Foul Treason strove with impious har.d,
To Danish Freedom from our land.
In Chattanooga, held at bay,
Our shattered western army lay,
While vale, and hill, and stony crag,
Were bri<tling with the troops OF Bragg.
And in Virginia, sore reverse
Had met oui arms,-and what was worse,
Lee threatened with his traitor band
To cross Potomac's shining strand;
And loudly threatened that he meant
To burn our seat Of Government.
But NickSburgs hero now we see,
Upon the soil of Tennessee,
Which made the foemen feel the weight
OfGencralship, for them too great.
The rebel host at rest secure,
Dceming their route OF Grant was shure,
Aui all was merry with them now,
Behind their works on Look outs brow.
While all below is still profound,
To traitors ears is borne no sound,
Yet from that plane where silence slept,
Our noble Union Army swept,
And soon the rebs in wonder blank,
Bchell our BOYS on front and flank.
In vain they strove to push clear through,
The serricd ranks Of union blue.
They're driven from their strongest hold,
And victory crowned our soldiers bold.
Then on, Ger vale and mountain top,
Cur noble army did not stop,
Till Welding to their shot and she'll,
Fell Georgia. strongest citadel,
And now the rail road city lies,
A ruined heap beneath the skies,
While dcsolation reicDS around.
Where peace ard plenty did abound.
That army which Wis held at bay,
Where does their banner wave to dayl
Hundreds of miles from Tennessee,
1t proudly floats beside the sea.
And Lee, the naughty rebel chief,
Poor soul has come to sudden grief;
For though II did not suit his grace,
Grant forced him To change his base,
From where Potomac's waters fall
To Richmond's canon guarded wall.
Aud ae's Grlnt's prisoner you can bet,
As safe as in Fort Lafayette,
The Union chief has drawn his line
And Richmond's bounl ID fall this time.
Our Navy claims notice too,
God bless her hardy, gallant crew;
Who It's our nations pride to see,
Ri e fearless DER the tracklcss sea-
Though young it be in point of years,
She never from 4 focman steers,
Aid proud old Britain is to he
No more the mistress Of tie sea.
Old pirate Scmmcs, the scalara7,
Sailed long beneath the rebel rag;
With France and England To sccrcte
This highway robbcr OF The deep.
By the success he'd ALWAYS had,
Tie thought to whip our lroEclad,
The Alabama came olf slim
And Captain Scmmes was forced to swim.
The Albermalc, the southern boast,
And Florida, of Brazil'S coast,
With m,ny more which might name,
To Show our proves on the main.
But while we view with honest pride,
The gathering strength on freedoms side,
Wen dropa tear-mpie softly tread
Above our nations glorious dead,
Who sleep within their unknown grave,
Upon the soil they died To- save.
They met death in thousand forms,
In quiet camp, aid battles storms.
Hundreds within the slavcr's power,
Have fingered many a weary hour,
Their covering Heavens arching dome,
The cold damp earth their couch alose;
Till with their last expiring breath,
The sufferer gladly welcomed death.
To speak their praise wen never tire,
While burns one spark of freedoms fire;
And cherished shall their memory be
Who Tough and died for lbcrty.
Not on the tented field alone,
Is heroism,-bu at home
The soldier leaves, perhaps wife,
Or mother, sister, in whose life
Is courage true, that bright will shine,
Coeveal with the lie of Time,
The va,or of the battle field,
Before that wi fc and mother WELD,
Who gave their boy and husband brave,
On southern soil to find a grave.
God cover their defenscless head,
Now their protecting friends are dead
They sit beside a vacant chair,
And habilimcnts Of mourning wear.
Then may our people not dcspise
The widows wall. the orphans cries,
But nobly stand in place Of him
Who tel amid the battles din.
The year has carried to the grave,
The young, The beautiful and brave,
Some have gone to the silent tomb,
In robust health, at le's S high noon,
While thousands by dis eases led.
Have Joined the nations of the dead.