Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1869-01-08
JOHN LUTZ, Editor aIld Proprietor.
CARRIER,s ADDRESS



TO The R1tyoasof the BEDFORD Inquirer.
KrsB PATH5ys:-
What varied world is thisi fun Of trouble, full Of
bliss
EvanesSsept----aeeting-ehapgipg, axing up and
disarranging.
Who you'd think year mas past since, dear
A friends, I saw you last
But 'tis o fact md al before, come tripping to
yonr duur.
tripping, skipping to your door.
A. I've SO often done OF yere,
Y1u knoT thai I'm jolly lad. and to see you
am glad.
How have you been since last we parted2 Have
yon always hesn light heartfelt
Or have you had sags care and sorrow, II 50, /
hope they vanished on the morTew;
Be ike me as come singing with Toice 80 light
sohe ringing
t Tripping, skipping TO your door,
As I've SO often deus Of yors.
Wen, what's the newsg come tell me allaH The
the news both great and small
Who is dead and who is married. Who's active
been and who has ttrried.
Where is Johnnie Kipp and sadie, and you know
that other lady;
Tell me DO ~ whispers slY, ioF e news sa lal1
Tipping. skipping to your door,
As I've often done Of yore
What Of the fashions, while Tn on il; What is
the present style Of bonneU
Do ladies wear that -shope foElOrn' ycispt the
''patch' that once was worn?
Or have they donued the friendly Hood, or real
b1nnets as they shouldg
I hope no Que I style my friend has caught that
awful "Grecian Bend"
Limping, primping by your door,
silly fool and nothing more
affairs Of State
They say that Graut has been elected-but this,
no doubt, you have detected.
And seymour mas, poor luekless elf, been snugly
'iaii upon the shelf"
Election day and long before the Cops did tell us
we'd Seymour
Seymour Seymour they loud did roar,
In hideous huwls about your door
We've seen it no,1, most joyous sight, the peop .
rose up in their might,
And down to deep oblivion sends the man who
called the rioters ~my friends"
They would not live meath rebel rule with drunk
en- Blair TO play the fool:
They said that war and strife Iuust cease, and
painted on their banners PEACE
Peace Peace he Ku-klux Khan
Must now sUccumb to the coming man I!
Where's Audy johnson? What Of him; I doubt
not he feels rather slim.
Back back again to old Tennessee like sneak
ing hound he will have to Gee,
With Bourbon to slake when he gets dry, but
never more viii his goose hang high.
~. ArsI -
is finished, your work is done
Full Of evil 60 to the-grass
We rejoice you've met your level
The Cops have "dried up" on "aigh taxes the
reason is they've no axes
Now to grind-the elections over and they, alas,
not in clover.
On Reconstruction they got mixed, bat that's a
fact Lhst now is fred
And "the bUndsi-0h sore yexation will now
escape that - equal taxation"
So il goes; we've trod their toes,
And they've no balm to heal their woes.
But, Of this or that, I've said enough, fear nv
rhymes arc rather rough.
But Of one thing I've yet to speak, end this Il
do in spirit meaA
On many a r-ier I've go5 20 sup, because for CASH
am "hard up"
Ana 4h.~sH sling, my heart is sore rs I come
-'Fniug To your door
tripping, skipping to -yanr ao--
Somebody has said that money s 6raias If 10 an S
got that ali else be gains;
If he has brains and got cash, poor devil, he's
all knocked to smash.
Then give me some money 70 I'll my head; you'll
not regret II trhea gou're dead,
And should it give me better sense, with better
rersc III recompense
When next I trip unto your door
As now I've done and heretofore.
CAERIER BaT.