Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1866-01-05
THE CARRIERS ADDRESS

x0G V6NNA1I " dOO4eANN
TO the Patrons of the Abbeville Press
cHR1sTMAs, 1866.
Eighteen hundred and sixty.6vs,
That year of year.. is gone.
And many change old time hath wrought
In this our good old town.
And Christmas, too, is here again,
But DER his jolly face.
Full many a wrinkling care hath been.
And left its envious trace.
And eaddened is his wonted smile,
For the great war now is done.
And many blithe and noble heart
In that gallant strife went down.
And tears steal forth DER the face Of joy,
As we think of the dead to-day,
The dead now in the eqli dark grave
Who once with US were gay.
But they died as brave men love to die,
Where the foemen thickest trod;
All honor, for their fame is ours.
Their souls on high with God
Eighteen hundred and sixty.ivs
What changes hath it seeni
In this old body -potici
What wonders have there beenl
The noble LEE hath sheathed his sword.
So long, grandly worn.
Failed JoHNsroS's skll and HAnpros's dash.
Our banner trailed and torn.
And "might is right" conquered race
We bow to Heavens decree,
philanthropy is jubilunt.
The "nigger' is set free.
But, nh | tougher task remains,
Puzzling the Yankee quite
And scrubbing hard. they're nt it now,
To make the niger white.
: Past colors do not fade. ny boys.
The good old bouk dota say--
The E,h,op cauuot chang. his skin;
Your scruhbing will not pay.
Clean up their insdes. too! and tho
Tn supply We fear is sc,n,i
If morals you can spare-lis this
Your precious freedmen vanll
Their hands are free to pick and steal,
As we know to our smart,
Freedoms IT, their txtrelnitiel
Not in the head or heart
Oh, Liberty! whats 10 thy tame,
What rank abuse here gr"wsl
Free niggers and free whisky. too.
low ojorously it fiuwsl
For in his rounds about tn town,
Just as he chancrd to puss,
What fights and smells have brought tho blusl,
Upon Your CARrlkRs face.
Here men. like walking saussges,
Stuffed full Of whisky dire,
Like Duffy whom the Dev il twcnl.3,
With noses all on FIRE.
Liquid damnation" may be had,
Bottled or running free.
The sHoils Of war. old Satan cries,
This is my victory.
And sigh for til good old Temperance times,
For love this dear old town.
When the young aud tn old together vowed
And put this Devil down.
OIL times are greatly changed, my friends,
Aud it dina my Christmas cheer
To think of our country doubly lost
In this ruin sad and drear.
But it cheers me up. as pass our squnre
To read these (rave new signs,
And think how hope with our hardest 10:
It's garland bright entwinea
And friend PoncuEn is going away.
That learned gentleman;
And now we'll have to travel MILES
To get our schooling done, ... ..
Hors's the staunch old ':MAa.uAlL House" again
(Eame that wiiInever die,)
With it's blazing Hre and hearty cheer
Tempting thepassers by.
There's ANDRrw SHALL, with bis Fancy Mart
And his Irish heart and free; r
Tho his name be Small, his trade is not
And never bit, should BE- ''--' =
And tho Greenbsoks are sll the rage.
There's GoLDISe business sure;
While Es.sLow.T quickly she'll it out.
For your cotton at his door.
And old friend KrRn still buys and sells
2 4As he was wont Of yore;
! And sell As much 90 the Captain may,
May he ssllsyet one BaA More. N (
Lets 60 up stairs and look around..
.-stepl stopi sir don't you BEARD mel
--Hol cHALHHEs get my tomb stone fixed,
i Sekssi how that Dentist scared mol 4
i Esisng q -Hsllol I'm Me5bsayg