The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1867-01-03
seteet Poetry.
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1867. 1867
THE ANNUAL GREETINGS
TO THE PATRONS OF
THE WYAND0T PIONEER.


bow
| always do make, but a lower one now
Because bring you, right fresh from the
And done up in metre, my New YEARS
In which | shall wish, with conscience
! quite clear,
To each paying patron, HAPPY New
YEAR!
But first you must know, that this Stump
Speech of mine,
| wrote all myself. from first to last line;
IN which have made, as all Stump Speak
ers do.
A very large "I" and a very small YOU.
Because it is pleasant as fob full of pelf.
To always be croaking in praise of one's 5
self;
You see had offered our. paper one year.
For the very best rhyme that in time did
appear,
That for spice Of its thought all the world
would confess.
Would make for the Devil, a New YEARS
ADDRESS,
But in spite Of my efforts you must under
stand,
And thought in my soul, that the cholera
breath
Had frightened the MUSES., or scared them
/ to death.
And should be lacking rhyme of good
sound,
And lacking the quarters" for handing it
round;
While that, YOU must know, made me bit
terly pine.
To lose the good spelter that ought to be
mine.
AS thought these things DER. again and
again,
Ny head throbbed with anguish, my breast
beat with pain,
| And thoughtthiS poor Devil were lack
The change that would buy him "Havanas"
One night as I sat in half troubled dose.
My thumb, for prop, stuck under my
nose,
\ thought struck my brain, when Isprung
with a bound.
And was in an eNtacy. springing around
I will write it myself my dear patrons
don't fear,
And save of the paper one copy this year.
| [ hustled about-for the Office was dark;
| | felt out a match. and / struck upa spark
| lit up my lamp. and prayed a God-send,
For the NEw-IEAR's ADDRESS, and the
"quartcrs' to spend;
illled upmy lnk-staEd. piled on the coal
| Till built up :: fire that would roast an
OK whole
| got me a quill from the very first joint
And Whitfield it down to poetic point.
For they say the pen will give fancy the
fling,
The nearer its plucked from the end of the
wing.
Then sat down, with my pen in my hand.
Which | plunged to the feather down in
the ink-stand
So deep that careless observer wo'd think
| was fishing ideas mp out of the ink,
But now came tie trouble that blasted my
might;
We powers omnipotcnt. what shall write !?
And what is still worse, oh ! We powers
divine!
How shall the poor Devil e'er get it to
rhyme?
Yet still kept thinking and dipping in
still.
Till l dipped in my finger instead of the
quill
Which Ipulled out again, and daubed my
| brow fair,
Like the mark Oh old CAIN. by his Maker
put there.
As still kept thinking and dipping anew.
A thought struck my brain and it burst
my skull through:
Then came dancing out and good fortune
this time.
Had dressed the thing up in mantle Of
rhyme,
Where's my pen, oh, We gods give my ell
bow fair play
Let me put the thing down ere it passes
away?
L seized tile goose-quill, and full fast the
pen sped,
And l got the thing down, ere the vision
had fled;
Well wrote out in copy, and spelled well
indeed,
And here it is patrons if you wish to read :
ttCome every person, far and near.
AndtsEe our paper, for one yearn
Is not that couplet, SAID. more sublime
Than Pollock e'er wrote in his Progress
of Time;'
More smooth in its numbers than Gold
smith could write.
More sweet in its accents than Burns could
indite,
Old Milton, and Dryden, and dShakspeare,I
From fame is eclipsed in my brilliant ca
rCer.
Then Isprang ton feet turned heels over
And danced round the room as if reason
had fed;
Run foul Ola FORM. which | will not deny,
And knocked good column or more into
..PI."
Then jumped DER the PRESS. and lit would
you think.
Clear over my boots in our KEG OF GOOD
When tried to get loose, Ikea pig in
snare,
got the foot out, but left the boot there:
While my shin that was barked, till l
groaned with the pain,
Helped gather my senses and settle my
brain,
While thought as a poet, twas hard to
begin,
With one boot in ink and a sore on one shin.
Then sat down again by the stoye i'll my
chair,
Rather CALLED to be sure, but the couplet
was there.
But was discouraged? No patrons, not I:
MY creed shall be go IT''-lny watchWord
is TRY
Then minus one boot, but not minus of pain
| catched upm goose-quill to try it again;
[ fished in the inkstandI / looked in the fire,
| gaZed round the room till my vision did
tire;
But devil an idea I gathered this time,
That would cut up in metre or come out
in rhyme,
But Just as the clock had struck the twelfth
hour
a time that they say, when all Devils have
Ny brain forged an idea. nor could it escape
Till hammered it out in a poetic shape.
And here it is, patrons, in number and line.
No part of it borroWed-the whole of it's
mine
"That papers best, there is doubt
That's got at Upper Sandusky-in Wyandot?'
See there" said /, ''success is cheering,
See what got by persevering"
\ coupet both witty, and spicy.and grand.
And TRUE, as e'er came from great poets
hand;