The Montana post. [volume] (Virginia City, Montana Territory [i.e. Mont.]) 1864-1869, 1868-01-04
SINTY-SEVEN.


What of the Year? War has laid its
red hand upon the patioEs lightly, Pes
thence has not swept the earth in anger,
nor Famine's gaunt vjsage haunted the
sons of toll True, the South American
Republics and the Antilles have been
shaken by revolutions, and the cons of
Orient climes are indulging in rebellion.
Italy has been the scene OF hroils and
battle Gambia has felt the scimetar of
the Ottoman. and Abyssinnin has heard
the growl of the British Lion rumors
have marshalled hostile armies on the
ouadrilateral2 LHxemburgh leveled its
proud fortress Ireland drank the blood
of her sons and oPpressors, and the
plains of America heard the wild whOop
Of savages, yet with all these the record
book is but lightly tingsd with crimson,
and the great warlike powers are at
peace Our southern coasts have telt
the Upas breath of disease, but no wide
spread contagion has covered the earth
With it's funeral pail. Where the South
has not cleared from the fields the debris
that fell from the shattered walls of re
bellion, the cry of the needy comes in
plaintive sadness from fertile savannahs
where Labor alone was required to fill
the gamers to repletion. But the North
has enough and to spare, while across
the seas there are not starving millions
as there have been in other years, beg
ring for the charities of the world. For
one thing the year will be remembered
as a remarkable one, the frequency and
violence of earthquakes in every part
quarter of the globe, perhaps w--hout
precedent in the annals of time AS
nation oar affairs are prosperous. At
peace with ourselves and all mankind,
no; even q forebOding of war to disturb
the equauimity of our people or perplex
our statesmen. The burdens of rebel
Ion are falling from the shoulders of
the State; under benefcent laws the
breach that separated happy people is
npidly closing; the right of lite, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness is reality
in the Repablic, and unless, in digging
their own political graves, ambitious
dsmagogues shall again open the gaping
ehasnl, the North and South will join
traterual hands under one banner, with
one ambition, one hops, and one glorious
destiny. We of the mountains feel the
electric thrill that reaches almost round
he earth The iron bands are reaching
out 70 US from the Atlantic and Pacific,
aud the car Of civilization rolls proudly
award day by day. We are opening
the rich treasures of the rock-ribbed
hills, and tilIing the fertile yales build
ing cities and making prugress on the
noantains' brow, where bat short years
ago rode barbarism reigned supreme
and even vet dashes its rude surges
Of savage fury against the resistless sd-
vance Of the pioneer. In all, sixty-seven
has not been, dark yea= TO the world,
;hOagh there have been thorns with Ihe
rOSss, and the myrtle grows green where
the orange flowers lie faded. In the
iGlness Of days the old year has ended.
Living millions pass beneath the onward
Ogening arch of Time, while thickly as
iui1sau leaves strew Yallambrosa, the
hleatiess past is ridged with the dad
Of the year. welli is it if they are alone
Graves Of loved friends who have LEFT u.s.
hopes that withered and were baried
Eihout fruition's crown, or aspirations
arblessed by attainment He has most
aase for sorrow. who, travelling onward
ePOa the narrow bridge whose crum-
Sins atoms drop beneath each pressing
hs's:ep into the gulf of eternity, ,mourns
osad opportunities unimproved- Hoping
We coming year may be traught with
neAFsf blessings for all; that peace, har-
s'ny and good fellowship may prevail
safOeshout the earth and that Mon
-nlaas may all be millionares. we wish
4 1sa and all the still better riches of
aiPPiness through all the days of dawn
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