The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1868-01-02
nv cmAnIrs McLrAS MeIlvms.

Aud the fcudal lands Of Europe IL has blasted
The landscapes with It's scky breath, and loft
The widowed wife and wailing orphan
Crushed and helpless beneath its mighty troad.
Lord Macmillan, the icnd Of ruin, Of doath
And lingering slavery, like q demon
From tho dark abysmal gulf Of middle earth,
waging war OF unhoy designs,
Against Mexico, sought to level the temple
OF liberty and rear above its ruins
The throne OF anarchy chains, and scrvitude;
But tho would-be king Of free people
Met his atc,-a woll.dcserving fato,--
And tho dcspot sleeps in an outlaws grave.
Though the closing year drops into the past,
Cloudcd with oycntful changes, yet science
numos it's waste Amid danger and death
Or. Livingston roamcs in far-oT Africa
Alone among wild beasts and wilder mon,
To gather historic lore. And Capt. Hall
Sails in search Of the lost Sir John Franklin,
Ger .ho long dark polar sea among ioebergs,
Grey with perpetual frost and eternal snow,
That chill the heart Of the bol1est mariner.
Pale postilonce, too, with distorted eyes
And tangled locks, like n stormy cloud convulsd
BY the angry demons OF the elements,
With its hot breath has scorged tho nations
of the earth. From the frozen realm OF snow
To tho torrid CLINE OF tho southern soa
From Tehuktchi's distant and ice-bound shores
To whero Columbia's waters meet the brine,
1t has stricken down its chosen victims,
And made them mockery and things Of dust.
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lar in onr nnll,c eonncIs ,rbe trai,or
Andrew Johnson stil lifts his "whiskey FORM
In the Chair OF state ana where' eh'hroh"d'
Like vain king IN golden samiis Clad
with arms outstretched IN Triumph issues,
To the potent ministers OF his VIII,
Dread mandates for the nations WOO and hisso
From his thin lips tho foul breath OF treason,
Thathas poisoned tho conquered South.
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Thot I,i1 Low onr iovod I.ircoIn torinrcd
With the vagarios Of hell, flow for safety
To Egypt, for shame still lives unpunished
For the fendsh crime. Aud Lord JEFF. Davis,
The CcrBcrns Of the "froat rebellion"
Let loose by would-be friends Of the nation,
Whose pathway is erimsonod with the blood
or thousands, like a scoriac demon,
Now roames at largo untrled and unhung.
Like tno lS''leu P.,on' to''u'oa
The Democrats (and many Republicans, too,)
Started with hateful mien, as arose the cry
OF negro sufFerage throughout the State;
And with stony visages OF wooful aspect,
AVID with gloom profound, and wild with feyor
On the dark night ofdespmr, drew the blade
or war against the issue Of the day,
And rudely struck down the God-given right
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Ihat linger IN chalnS' WIN our area eN'ehded
10 lhe northern sea, 'ho e'i"s anu 'ceocIsS
ot Wairufsia now glow win the Waieh'hres
vi liberty 'hat marx our onward course
Whiie science ana art ming bright haio
Nouhd our Peaceiui "l'Ars, 'he eeeseiess mum
VI 'haus'ry echoes upon 'he weiklns'
from Now Ehsiands NUS 70 faeiheS shore'
The i,eels Of our iron.s side vessels of war
Ripple the ouiet Of every sea. and prowl
Tho oceans roundi the white sails ofour commerc
Kiss tho breeze on every ocean whore our hag
In God'like spendor waves. Laden with wealth
Our ships return from the FL Dorado
OF the vest with rleh spices from Ceylon's ISLE
And perfumes from the East with golden fruits
From the 'ropie lands treasures irom 'he realm
Or tho Old Woridi ana with oil from the nor'h'
Amid tho vbir,winds and Gathering tempost
OF our Indian war. prosperity lights up
Our wide domain Inc Ceres oi 'ne seasons
Has spread the golden inahue Oh p'eh.!'
Rich as the splendor OF asunse' elouu'
Der our vast inheritance. our labors
Have been crowned with tho blessed luxuries
or tho old year our granaFlos arc stored
With grain from the summer.ripened sheayes,
And with rich fruits from autnmn's golden time.
our iNssots' MINISTER'S uoS'ois' ineivi'1'''''
AN graspine after avrice, whose bounty
10 their yotary's banc, revel IN tho fortunes
or the past year. Festivals and suppers,
Where ladies f,ir with smiles and love deep trut
Presiding with venus skill, made tho hours
Glide pIacidIy as lilios down the stream,
,sWhon tho hush-winds amidst tho sedcos s,eap
And ltE cloar bosom locks another heaven"
ton'pe's"1o ,neo''nss' 'oS'uieis' "np sonse''
Amusements rare the "BIaek crooe"-cam@n.
Ofthe stage; the festive song and dance Gil
Tie measure Of the pAst; the firemen's fair