Middletown transcript., 1870-01-08

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What IL the pererd Of tine past?---
What's the 0lf Year been doing p
Has he been faithful to the last,
The Truth and Right pursuinga
A checker'd reces7 his, weeR,-
With light and shadow blended
With promise fall, and fairest mien,
Till his career was ended.
He gave us pleasuve--gase Us health,
Nor seemed at all anwilIfmg,
lie brought us plenty--bresght us wealth,
Our ample garneSs filing.
Good Ceres smiled, dispensing wide
Her richest, rarest treasure
of golden grain, her greatest pride,
And in no stinted measure.
Pomona, too, with lavish hand
Her bounty freely strewing,
Cast rich profusion DER the land,
Her fayors still renewing.
Our orchards bent beneath their load
OF fruitage rich and luscious,
Advancing all on Fortunes road
Through Heavens bounty gracious.
Now, turn our gaze TO other lands
The Suez Canals perfected,
And, when we get the funds in hand,
Darien sha'nt be neglected.
3 The great Pacific Railroads done
What progress we are planning
Our iron coursers, one by one,
The continent are spanning.
Aud, not content with railroad speed
Or steamboat transportation
A San Franciscan wins the need
OF useful @rostation.
Soon over mountain, sea and plain,
Shall we with steam be Hyihg,
A thousand miles, and back again,
Our pinions scarcely trying.
What triumphs may we not achieve
Is past all human knowledge,
If5arning deep the mass receive
Inpublic school or college.
And here, at homo, too-only think
A railroad projects brewing,
From Fere to Appoquinimink =
0nr destiny" pursuing.
And since the old Monopoly
At Frenchtown and New Castle,
Wont let the locomotive ply,
Well blow the Horse Car whistle.
iessa, too, with Middletown
Shall firmly be united,
railroad timber, well laid down
this our faith is plighted.
Railroad piles the tariff on
Eir business men won't stand it,
leir patience and forbearance gone,
They for relief have plann' it,
The River Line shall lessen freight
And bring The charges lower
Der bale and barrel, box and crate,
Extortion lose its power.
Oar mOrtuary record turn,
With sorrow DER us stealing,
What hOnor'd d names are these, we mourn
With grief and saddend feeling?
A PEABODY in foreign land
His well-spent life forccloses,-
A PIERCE yields to the tyrants hand
And in his tomb reposes.
And other manly forms have felt
The dart from Deaths cold quiver,
And bowing to their fate have knclt
AT his dread shrine forever.
To other themes, my muse, return,
More sprightly and more pleasing,
See Hymen's torches brightly burn,
And Love his vot'r ries teasing.
Love, like an epidemic, ragged,
And led to many an altar
The subjects whom his wiles engaged,
Bound firm with Hymen's halter.
And other rictims willing stand
With hands across, awaiting
Their turn for Hymen's silken band,
The prospect all elating.
Miss Olive Logan came to town
And set us all afutter,
On "Woman's Rights" she "idid Il dO,cn
But talks for "bredd and butter"
A "cunning GIRL" is Olive, too,
To ''number one she's looking,
And makes her "grub," it's very true,
By taIking-not by cooking.
Oh cen fairer than the morning
Were the fair-oncs at the Fair,
Whose winsome smiles gave warning
To old bachelors-beware
There were many numbers taken
And the "chances" all were free,
And when Cupid's box is shaken,
o, "may be there to see"
Here the Carrier Song must end,
And, bowling most politely,
Takes leave Of ev'ry gem rous friend
In tone and manner sprightly.
Scan not his lay with critic eye,
He's writing. not for fame,
Dit stdmps--and if it these supply
His gratitude you'll claim.