The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1869-01-09
CARRIERS ADDRESS,
STATE RIGHTS DEMOCRAT


Albany, orsgoa, Jansary l, 1859.
A HAPPY NEw YEAR-to patrons ALL
To old and yOung-to great and small
Joy to the mourner-relief to the poor
Additional treasure to the rich mans store,
All this, and more, as trudgo along, y
Is the heartfelt vein of my joyous song:
To the orphans, protectors and shelter from cold
And loved ones their minds in wisdom to mold;
To the maiden husband-tho baeh1Or wife,
To open the doors of a truer life.
In fact would wish, with boisterOus cheer,
That ou may enjoy Happy New Year.
Twelve months have passed, since with gleeful lay
hailed you all on New Years Day,
And brave SIxrx- -EIeuT has run his line,
And "passed In his checks" to sIxrY-NINE;
While joys and sorrows have alike hold sway
Been welcomed, and mourned, and passed away
The bride has been led to the altar and we'd,
And the grave has closed over its silent dead.
But this is the "Old, old song again."
So T'n tune my lay to different strain,
And sing of the railroad, and men, and things
The railroad is coming OF course you havO seer
How they skirmished about il up at Eugene,
For fear they'd be LEFT "cloan out in the wet"
And not ''snout fulP' Of tho irOn-horss get;
And how the people of Harrisburgh. too,
Began to conclude the thing looked rather blue,
And their chance for the railroad mighty "scant
II Sites did vote for the "HOlladay Grant
Was kicked up, and many a muttered ''euss,"
From property holders and capital-men,
Was heaped on the head Of the recreant Ben.
A meeting was called, and Jim Foster sat
In the chair of authority holding his hat,
Waiting, with patient and heavenly grin,
For the speeches to open and "biE" to begin;
When up jumps Bill c., with nod and wink,
And took Captain H. out to give him drink
And on motion . committee Of ''eleven or nine''
We're appointed to bring the Directors to time,
And see how much "skads" we would have TO pa,
down
To bring the railroad right "slap-dab" into town
And as we've no doubt the thing viii succeed,
This subject Wen drop, and TO others proceed.
And t would not be amiss the subject to mention
How Phillips, and Sumner. and Ashley, and Wade
Banged On Impeachment till the thing was played,
And President johnson, "as large as life,''
Stood above suspicion, like Casar's wife.
But he soon the circle viii swing around,
From the Halls Of State to his native town,
Where, without fear from any man
II
With his tailOrs scissors and press-bOard nigh,
Everything Is lovely and his goose hangs high
Yes, step out, Andy and walk in, Grant,
With your dogs, and horses, and warriors chant
To rule as dictator, and your cigar wave
H0er land Of the free and the home Of the brave
With your shOulder-straps and aids-de-camP,
And guard before your door to tramp
In fact, We would not be amazed If you made
The Rump 90 on "inspeetion" and dress parade
Just to keep them in trim and battle-array
To clean out the eopperheads passing that way.
Well, go in, Grant, and Rumpiies all
Every one fer himself, and the devil take all
. (And if rumOr is right he will nip one soon
Cock. eyed Butler with his silver spoon
.
For there's no man ike him "on the steaL'')
We suppose It is useless to mention last Spring,
When we got the Radicals "on string"
And with Carving Fork Joe'' to lead the van,
We sent up Salt River the Republican elan,
And DaVy Logan came out Of the strife
4 used up man for the rest Of his life.
We here might allude to our county fight
Where the Cayuse boilers were cleaned outright
But as we're only neHsboy on business bsund,
The political ees&pOor' wen pass around,
And speak of themes where less of strife
For pelf and plunder is the aim Of life:
Of the farmers field Of waving grain,
And his lowing herd on the verdant plain;
His garner with cereals crowded high,
And cottage white in the grove hard by,
Where the frugal wife the dairy tends,
And thread-bare garment so carefully mends;
His children-rosy, and healthy, aud gay,
With never thought Of a trOublous day
With slate and pencil, books and rule,
And dinner in basket, trudge to school.
Shall speak of our city, with its many rows
OF buildings crowded with groceries and clothes
With its churches, its college. and fine grade
schools,
And court house where lawyers "yank" fees fror
their tools;
With its beautiful river that dashes along
By the side of the city with murmuring song,
Bearing high on its bosom of gIittering sheen
Swift steamers to heighten the beautiful scene.
Of our ladies, who beauty and modesty blend,
And snub up their nose at the "Grecian Bend,
Declaring, with many stamp and frown,
That the abOminable thing shall not come to towr
But my doggerel is ended, my song is run out,
And my rythmicaI muse is "gone up the spout.
I trust you viii pardon my wandering rhymes,
And drop into my cap your glittering dimes.
have served you through showers and sunshin
the same,
For two years or more, with ne'er failing aim,
And these gifts from your bounty repay all my pair
And Tighten my course through the pattering rair
My thanks I'll not tender in doggerel muse,
But in serving you weekly with all the news,
And I'll wish you in life unbounded joy,
And heaven above with the CARRIER BOY.
MRS, DUNNIWAY