Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1870-01-06
e A Ez RE Eg'S
AD d r e s 5 .
JANUARY. !, 1870.


And the DEVIL asks his due.
But before the reward is .given,
Let me sing you carriers song
Tell you how the wide world has hriven-
How it 'pushes, keeps moving along"
You know we are behind the curtain
In the green room, !" if you please;
We are posted on casts, that's certain,
And we tell them sometimes, to tease
The Devil you know, as the misses,
Holds coquetry and admirable art,
And if they withhold their caresses,
We swear we've no love in the heart.
But we've no toUe in particular, to please,
Only pocket that's empty, to fill,
To fit us all right for a holiday breeze,
And our love must wait until.
Devils will always have their way,
And the world thinks it hardly uncivil.
And if h, lies not get mis- pay,
He'll think you have played the devH
So, here in a jify, it goes.
! IF the verse is not good, call it prose
All Europe, and the world beside,
Save France who boasts her pride
And Galic vanity don't derde y
Have Representative governments tried,
And find The axiom confirms the test)
The best administered is yet the best;''
Yet. France, through her imperial king,
Whose heir is but siekly. hopeless thing,
Pledges that Liberty shall have control,
If Pcusr is rested to direct the whole
A glorious pledge, such as ne have known,
To raise despot and. maintain throne.
and Spsin, who scarcely knows a rule,
Now boasts king, then an Italian fool
Nor cares h,w peaceful ouce before,
When governed BY queenly who're.
Deep in The throes Of imperial death,
She struggles with each expiring breath,
Like poor miser, on the enguIphin; main,
To save or perish with his Illicit gain,
To rule or ruin that fair Isle,
Where sunshine ever thought to smile
Where orange groves, in sweetest tloom,
Would she'd their earliest perfume,
And bright winged birds, Of sefiest song,
Would sing the whole live dsy long,
To glad the h-art OF that dark race,
Whose soois are not of tyrant mould;
| And rather han endure disgrace,
| Or be by despot tyranfs sold,
For prices which their honor spurned,
! Would rather with heir isle be burned
~ !
Who beast of Freedoms sacred name;
| Aud deem that those who hold our trust,
| Would never bow our knees in dust.
But seek not the gay eapitoline-
Where marble blocks palace show,
Nor ask at Ait. Vernon's shrine,
Where late old Georges naughty heir
Planted an oak to grow and shade
The tomb of patriotic glory there
Virginia's staius-ah, how low
And Grant has sent his royal message
A dainty mess of Union pottage;
Made of flesh from Sou hroa's grave,
And herbs and flowers thlt DER them wave,
| And boiled in widows scaliing tears,
And spiced with northern, ribald jeers.
| And at this inhuman, vampire feast,
| Made for Ghouls and savage BEAST,
A host, of Self inuits9 came,
| Who bore Ylrginia's spotless name;
Like cravens crawled beneath he board,
| Where sat the BEAST, ofall, the lord
And whining at his lordship's feet,
7 For morsels, that perchance might fall:
| And like pack ofcurs, they all,
| Sip from spoon, meager treat,
First poisoned by nauseous drug.
And then q draught from Sluer mug,
Which makes their added heads to swim,
| And call them AIah-seraphini.
| Ye glorious shades of other days,
| Who bore fair honor's sacred bays,
Rise from your honoied, peaceful graves,
And weep the fate of confaing slaves
Weep that Virginia's trusted sons
| Are less than a race of Washingtons-
Weep, that in these days of shameless wee,
| Virginia's honor should find price
OF uDSU WHO HUutu tES1F OcttsfS OItt|etct
In hope to profit by their merchandise
One long deep wall, above the graves
| Of those who'd make o race Of slaves
For those who'd barter all their gains,
| To escape avenging conscience; pains,
| When Ereemen break their bonds Of chains.
The waves that swept Ger Pharoah's host,
| Now fow through the land of the Nile
| Asia is joined to Europes coast
| Who'd been such strangers the while;
And white sails now gather the breeze,
| Where ..ships of the desert were known,
| And the bark that plies the two seas,
Now swells It's sails with The simeon.
And the Marts along Atlantics strand,
Have reached the IRON arms of trade,
Thro' the great wealth Of West ern land,
| Giving two oceans friendly hand
Orient bride to the West is made.
And e'er Their yearis done,
The waters of The southern seas.
/ win, cross the Southern Isthmus run,
Breaking heir long celihecies.
Earth, ard Air, and Ocean wave.
Can in their fond embraces meet,
| And be 10 man willing slave,
/ But men can not each other greet.
| The war which wild waves wage,
Is not SO fierce as passions rage;
Thar reason bsans brighter glow,
Than frantic passions ever shows
Aad man, who boasts creative might,
Should learn from Nature, Truth and Right
! One of the young members of the Frenc
legation, hard pushed for complimer
/ to "a fair lady whose face was narred b
an undeniabIe fat nose, remarked: MA
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