The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-01-01
COLUMBIA.
Tuesday Morning, January I, 1867.
Happy New Year:

Happy New Year:
The year whose sands run out last
night has been one that will be me-
morable in the annals of great events
1t opened with some promise for our
distracted country, but N this regard
it has signally failed. At its initia-
ton, tn re werc hopes of real peace
to our unhappy country; it goes out
with these hopes unrealized. With
its opening, our people and tue CON
servative people OF the North con-
graduated themselves on q fair pros
pect Of better days and OF kindlier
feelinss-of q returning sense of rea-
son and right in the dominant party
which rules i'll the councils of the
nation; but, alas! these hopes have
not been fulfilled, and we are left at
its close still hoping, but without
much ground for hope.
But still, rs a contemporary says, ''it
has been year of much interest to
mankind. We will take, for ex-
ample, the great changes it has
wrought in the nations Of Europe.
There dynasties have been over
thrown and princes dethroned by
single shock of two of the most
powerful armies that ever made the
continent tremble. Then comes the
linking together of the Old World
and the New, by what may be termed
"a chain of living thought. The
CABLE enterprise, one of the grandest
ever conceived by man, that strug-
gled and failed through many pre-
vious years, successfully triumphed
in 1866.
The year brought to the people of
this country many opportunities of
doing good, bit they failed to i'm
prove them. The bad spirit which
evoked our late civil war, is still at
work, and it seems under the present
condition of political affairs, almost
mockery to wish our readers 'sa
happy New Year" That old-fash-
Toned but ever cherished greeting is
now only q senseless salutation, so
far as our people arc concerned, for
there is little happiness where the
ashes of blighted hopes, and the
grinding expressions of bitter party
spirit are all that they have left to
them
Appropriate to our theme are the
following stanzas, on the bells which
ring out the old year and ring in the
new. We take them from poem we
find in the New York MetropoItm4
Record:
Ring out the Old. ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The Year IS going, let him go:
ling out the false, ling i'll the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For thos" taat here we see no more:
Ring out thc fcui of rich and poor,
Ring Ill rcs.r' 81 10 ali mankind.
Ring ont q slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring il the nob!cr modes of life,
with swecter .nanncrs, purcr laws.
Ring out the want. the care, ti.c sin,
The faithles~ &oltuGss Of tho times,
Ring out, ring out my m0urnfui rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Riag out false pride in place and blood,
The civic SANDER and the spite:
Ring i'll the love OF truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out olj, shapes OF foul disease,
Ring ont the narrowing last of gold;
Ring ont Tie thousand wars OF o.d,
Ring III the Thousand gears of peace.
sRins in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kin,llier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be-"
And in this spirit, we would say to
our readers to hope on. Justice and
right must at last prevail, and we
trust that at the advent of 1868, We
can truly wish them ''a happy new
year"