Brownlow's Knoxville Whig. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1866-1869, 1868-01-01
CARRIERS ADDRESS,

=. onee on a time in a fair land
az hlre-eyed maids, with golden tresses,
Tbr,o savsns set their wits to work,
To teach the world Of Tyres and Presses.
They saw the world in darkness hid,
With scarce CLEAN the dark clouds tintins.
{" Let there be hght, the wise men said,
And loi it came-the art Of Printing
Like one who wakes at he morn,
Mankind, whose thoughts are prone to evil,
Rubbed their sstonished eyes, and cried,
So many books sure, It's the Deyilv
The ancient printers only smiled,
To see the people in such panic,
Wen keep the name within our ranks,
Tho s. suggests Of things Satanic"
and to the youngest Of our crew,
Who carries papors-runs the presses,
Ven give the name, with privilege
OF making annual hddresses'
-Four hundred years the customs stood,
With frnness that time cannot alter,
And never we're the Carrier Boys
In any duty known to falter.
Our Editors, In loyal style,
Preside Ger sanctum " free and aisy,'
And never lack material,
For local item or an essay.
Then why may not your Carrier
Who twelve Ions months remaineth quiet,
60 on the rampage" Christmas day,
And let his genius, too, run riot"
But If the Carrier Of former times,
Had ponderous themes 10 mention IN his rhymes,
How must the MUSES. labor 10 convey
truthful picture Of the present day?
he traced the scenes Of common life,
Noted home progress-sometimos foreign strife
Later, the war clouds gathering DER our land
And shock Of battle, terrible and grand.
he ssw the conflict deep ming spreading far,
And millions trembling at the fate Of war.
He vision vainly strove 10 sec the conflict cease
lis oUrs to chronicle tho return Of peace.
Our faithful mem RIGS tracing Ger the years,
Whose scenes alternate brought US hopes and fear
Dwell on the noblest deeds Of modern times,
Or start in horror at the darkest crimes.
Nov, BY the shade Of Christmas Eve,
Ny tagging muse must come.
And Ia a verse iRmbic, toll
OF brighter scenes al home.
Tell how our city, Knoxville, UowS,
And how its wealth increases,
Supported by the farmers round
With corn and pork and ieoccs
New buildings rise on every side,
For DWELLING, shops and stores;
From stepping stacks a muIky cloud
In constant volume pours.
Our Touring mills, with ceaseles. hum,
With water aud with steam,
Keep turning out the " staff Of life
In a continual stream.
10 speak Of an our we'll filled st9rc-
Would quite fll up volume,
And so III quote our editors,
" See advertising column
Our foundrios and machine Shop,
With skillfu worirmcn lined,
Arc filling orders far and wide
To benefit mankind.
Our lHwyers-tsomowhat nnmcrous)
All find enough 70 do;
Our doctors, they are busy men,
Our marble trork,fs too.
Pointing upward, through the tumult
OF the city and it, care,
Church and spiro the eye engaging,
Turns our thoughts to Zion fair.
Reverend be our types while speaking
Of the Church-that blessed road,
Travorsod By the poor and wrotchcd,
To the city Of our God.
Church and Pastor still be with as,
Sin-sick souls got need the cure;
Keep Salvation means before NJ,
while Gods mercy shall endure.
Now, kind friends, our verse Be- ended,
But, before our pen shall fall,
Please accept our heartfelt greeting
MERRY CHBJsTnls 10 YOU ALLY
And we ask your kind indulgence
In the parting word We say,
Foryog vo often heard IL mentonedl
That THE DEVIL is TO PAY"