Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1873-06-12
POEM,

FRIENDS -
What can I say this festive day,
You have not heard before?
Little is done under the sun
But what's been done of yore.
The sword and pen, in hands of men
All heard of long ago,
To plough tho soil, is work and toll
Few printers little know.
OF Doctors pills and human ills,
Why speak of these tonight?
To have good cheer, we all came here
To stand firm by the right.
Defend the right with all our might,
Condemn the wrong as free,
All will confess, the honest press
Must independent be.
would not mar the bench or bar,
Nor humanity abuse;
And why 60 preach what we can't teach,
Our hearers to amuse?
VII ~ IL tOlu tnat sailors bold
Make every port home
But printers wives, would take our lives
Without them should we roam.
Let every trade that man has made,
And every class of men
Enjoy this life-at best strife,
For this we WELD the pen
A little while, II frown, smile,
Bright sunshine after rain.
Mans life's not long, It's like song
OF pleasure and of pain.
This doleful muse, I'll lay aside,
Shall change the mournful lay,
To College grounds tomorrow ride.
And have q holiday
Then cheerful be our mood tonight,
More gay our time tomorrow;
As on the lakes, with hearts so light,
No one can think of sorrow.
How beautiful it is to see
You Monarchs of the Press agree;
Taking loving wives and daughters
To ride upon the waters.
From the ''broad lake." in sombre green
Are Alpine Mountains plainly seen:
Except when Northern Winters night
Has ting'd their submits DER with white.
Some further South is seen old ''Ti."
An elevated bluff close by;
Where "Eathan" swore by COP on high
10 take the Fort or surely de-
Tomorrow route, along the way
Has many nook and lovely bay,
Tempting to landsmen there to stay
And spend another happy day.
hundred years ago could tell
Where French and English fought so we'll.
The scene soon changed Yankees rebel;
And 'Ti" was taken with yell.
On Lake Champlain, McDonough fought,
1t was near Lake George, Die-kau fell;
The changes that have since been wrought
Are mirrored forth on hill and dell
Three million souls, while forty now!
The iron horse glides DER the plain!
The steamship through the waters plough!
Bound is the world by lightnings chain
The rugged hills aud forest wild,
Where bears and Indians then did roam
The garden rose, the white mans child,
Now make that soil their happy home.
Proud Albions tyranny provoked the birth,
Of nation independent and free;
While Old King George, hated of all the ear
Was fain to crush kindred and liberty.
Mems souls were badly tried those DAYS;
The heroes of those times can never die.
And now that we enjoy bright suns hines ra
In prayer and praise. should lift our vol
high.
Oh! Mighty Land The Glory of our Race
Bern OF the storm sent, freedom to prostrat
A hundred years to come, with equal pace,
The World will learn lesson to Illustrate.
When bloody civil war crept DER our soil,
Where then was Englands crafty lion foun
He droops his tail, crouching in mental toll
10 crush fair freedom, on its native ground
Thank COP, the voice of Noble Lords do
reach
The sympathy of the British masses;
Who favor Liberty, such as we teach
BY precept, and practice to all classes.
Already shines the light of freedom here,
That Eliminates the Grand "old country"
Where Nobility stand mute with fear
Lest France and Spain declare for Liberty.
Oh! happy day when ali the World is free
When Noble Lords, and Kings are known
more;
When all the children of the world apre
In freedom rule themselves and COP adore
Having lately retired from the press
Permit me now, to bid you all adieu;
And may yonr shadows never grow the less
While you an even course of life pursue.
Something New About Oysters.
Most people know that a dozen
two of raw oysters, more or less, We
seldom will produce a feeling of satie
or oppression at the stomach. The
is special reason for this, not kno,
commonly to the public, nor indeed
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