The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1869-01-05

CARRIERS ADDRESS FOR 1860,
Z" TIE RICHMOND PALLADIUM.
By MRS. J. j JoRDEN.
ONCE more kind patrons, yet once more come,
With kindly greeting for old friends and new,
Hoping to find amid the many homes,
The welcome that should meet the tried and true.
Through forty years of heat, cold and change,
Our paper has been faithful in its round;
Striving to keep the motto well in view,
Which on the foremost page is ever found
Be just and fear noty' golden words they,
Fit TO be carved upon a nations shield,
No purer motto could the chieftain bear,
Whose right it is a nations sword to WELD.
And have come again, the carrier boy,
Whose face among youis not strange or new,
To wish the year Just dawnipg now so fair II
May prove the happiest of all years to you.
MAY fortune smile upon your daily path,
And frie nds prove friendship-not an empty name;
May each ambitious hope be realized
Of those whose feet toll up the steep of fame.
May all whose hearts like bruised and broken reeds
Bow meath the pressure OF some hidden woe,
Learn in their sorrow where to turn for help,
And know twas wisdom sent the cruel blow.
May those who miss some smiling face to-day
Whether by death or absence, fondly turn
To those still left, and dry the falling tear
If we would count the blessings that remain,
Instead OF signing over what we've lost;
II We would treasure friends we claim to-day,
Instead Of waiting till they turn to dust.
o, If we did but speak the words of love,
As readily those of bitterness,
II we would oftener praise instead Of blame,
'Twould make the burden of life's sorrow less.
But no! we plod life's highway day by day,
Unmindful that an angel cheers the road,
Till suddenly we miss the cheering ray,
And find we never va lue present good.
Let us resolve upon this New Years morn,
To take with thanks henceforth what God hath given
And with submission yield what He requires,
To lead our souls away from earth to Heaven!
But Ihave wandered widely from my theme,
Which was how many years have fitted by
Since first our paper started on its round,
To live, while others have sprung up to de-
We've chronicled most faithfully the news,
Recorded wedding feast and births, and deaths
OF citizens who lived to manhood's prime,
Refore they yielded up the feeting breath.
Have seen improvements which thought
Grow smaller, and still beautifully less
Beside some structure of imposing style,
Which threw the former into nothingness.
We've watched with interest and growing pride,
Beside the solid cities of the land,
Nor blush to show its plain but honest face.
And whereso'er you 20, her name is known
Her noble works the theme of many tongue;
In acts of charity and works of love,
She claims the highest praise that e'er was sung
In works of enterprise we're not behind
In thronging workshops where the whistles scream,
Where by the might of muscle and of brain,
Those wondrous works are wrought which run by
And let us not forget among the rest, q
The many Churches, climbing into view,
Where weary laborers, tired of weekly care,
May rest and gather strength to toll anew
But lest you weary of my prosy song,
I'll change the subject and the metre too;
For both fear has been extremely long,
Without approaching anything that's new.
But since the election is over,
The times have been really so dull,
That there's scarcely item left over,
Worth placing on record IN full.
We know the long agony's over, slt la.
And that fate which gave peace gave us Grant,
That henceforth on the board with Jack Hunter,
"Od Andy" may cut and make pants. I'll
We know that our State saved her bacon,
(Or Baker, the differences not much
From those who would stain her fair honor,
From rebels and traitors vile clutch
And though times have grown dull, and the marke
Exceedingly tight, and depressed,
There's much more that's cheering than gloomy
That there's use in getting distressed;
Or signing DER vanishing bubbles,
Or envying princes and kings,
For the year that il passd has convinced us
That crowns but perishing things!
But enjoy each hour as it passes,
And know it can never return;
And so live that when comes the dread summons,
Your lamp may be ready to burn.
With charity each for the other,
And hands ever ready to aid
The call of suffering brother,
Your soul shall be never dismayed.
And SO will leave you kind reader,
Ny rhyme for this time being Ger
And trust you will not count my visit
A most uncomfortable bore. s-e..t
But remember e'er next New Years morning
That fate may have placed some great barrier,
TO your ever cheering the way!
Or raising the funds of the GARNER.
For the Richmond Palladium.
A NEW YEARS PRESENT.
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