The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1867-01-03
THE CARRIER ANNUAL LAY
TO THE
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Kind Patrons and Friends, we address you in
rhymes,
To sue for your favor, as we'll as your dimes,
For, though slanderous custom does style us
the Devil,
And on that day each twelvemonth, we're
ne er known to fail
To draw in our horns and to - coli up
our tail
To stow away snugfy our two cloven feet,
And put on our best airs our patrons to greet
MAET1NsBuRG. @, h2w | revere that dear
name?
In veal or in woe, in honor or shame
Ny heart will e'er cherish the homo of my
YOUTH
The abode of fair science, learning and
May Heaven with rich and rare blessings
Each model sojourneq III our Model Town.
Well, what shall sing of The "deyil
himself
Although he is rhyming5in prospect of 'pelf'
Is pushed to the very extent of his wits,
To find themes for his poem that every
one fits
Since last came the new year, manual round,
S''+s ~
found;
Some who then "were not, draw their infant
BREATH
And some who then ,eere, now lie pulseless in
death.
Peace be to their names until they arise
On pinons angelic to visit the skies.
The year has passed; and how has passed the
year?
Claims it smile, or does it start a tear?
What is the symbol resting on the heart
Is it budding flower, or burning dart?
Whate err it be, lest this year prove thy last
So live as not to shudder at the past
Hope, Ike the sky, is ever over head,
And on our path its genial light will shed,
To lift our thoughts to view n noble goal
Worthy of man and his immortal soul
Pause on the threshold Of the coming year,
And think how much thou hast thy life to cheer.
While viewing thus with retrospective eye
The spectres Of the past fitting by,
Receive the benson that comes with this,
And find in each New Year increase of bliss
Then shall the Carrier. freighted with the lore
OF daily deeds derived from many shore,
As his best wishes on thy future rest
Find in thus blessing he himself is b'est.
Last fall, in "old Berkeley" our Radical
friends
By gathering together the "odds and the ends"
The rag tags and bobtals'' of all the foul isns
Succeeded again the election in winning.
But surely no other result was expected
For where only Radicals vote, only they are
elected
Yet be not disheartened, our doctrines are
glorious,
And will e er be sustained when truth is vic
torious,
White a spark of love for our country remains,
Our hearts will still worship at Lberty's fanes.
The Carrier Boy on this suspicious day,
Would gladly chant for you patriots lay,
Yet though his pen would fain thus love to
roam,
He now must look to matters nearer home,
First then. our wcll-known gallantry demands
A notice of our sweet girls at our hands,
For sbe it known to all whom it concerns"
That cen IL Devils heart towards woman
yearns,
tOf course we do not mean the imp of evil,
But speak now ofourself-the Printers Devil,)
We cannot praise her. for in truth 'twere silly
To gid refined gold, or paint the lilly.
Here we have clustered in that font OF knowl-
edge
(We speak now of the Norborne'' Female
College,
Bevies of maidens, beauteous as the fairies,
" it'll diamond eyes and voices like canares
With silken tresses waving in the breeze,
And every charm that mortal man could please.
But oh alas to us what can it boot?
" thin that Eden THEY RE forbidden fruit.
Nor must we neglect the rest OF the girls,
With their warm, loving hearts, and their
teeth white as pearls.
Would you in strains of soft music delight,
just open your ears on some INCONSISTENCY
night,
And you II own that no place in all our broad
land
Can boast such sweet Ministries as our CoRNET
BAND
We are proud of our People, our Churches,
our Schools,
OF our wise men and our great lack of fools,
And wherever the tates may cause us to roam,
Our song will still be- There's no place like
home
And now the Carrier must come to II close,
When he, upon each, his benediction bestows.
May all of our young ones be kind to their
teachers,
And chickens and turkeys fill the coops of our
preachers.
May all our old bachelors wed all our ." old
maids"
And our Temperance men still imbibe lemon
AIDES;
AS to those who fast year swilled down rifle
whisky"
On such stuff again may they never get frisky,
iTba MAMA riNa tho Devil thinks must