The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1877-01-04
CARRIERS ADDRESS,
January {, 1877.


January {, 1877.
Swiftly months and seasons roll,
Time is speeding day by day.
Never off its grand patrol,
While the ages glide away.
Life is bat small eommotion
On its boundless waters cast,
Soon to join the mighty ocean,
Now on record with the past.
Just at midnight, from each steeple,
Peals of joy from every bell,
Rang the New Year to the people,
To the Old Year rang farewell.
On the threshold as we enter,
Let us hope that naught but joy
From its reign shall ever center
On our faithful Carrier Boy.
That from out its mighty bosom
Sorrows seeds may never fall;
That his smiles may ever blossom,
As he makes his weekly call,
Welcome though his visits ever,
Blessing like the summer dews,
May his patrons miss him never,
With his friend, the HIGHLAND NBva
With the NEWS each Wednesday morning,
Ever punctual at the door,
- Be it fair. or co1d and storminz,
. Never sighting rich or poor:
And this morning as he meets you,
With a smile for one and all,
And with "Happy New Year" greets you,
Don't forget his yearly cali.
In the NEWS we find recorded,
Every item far and near,
In its columns, neatly worded,
All of interest through the year;
And 1t often seems mystery,
How correct is noted down
All our State and Nations history,
And likewise our s.Model Town"
Let us welcome as token,
Like golden ray from Heaven,
That our peace is still unbroken,
AS we enter Seventy Seven
Though the last year of our record,
Shone effulgent as star,
And with busy scenes was checkered,
Never broke the cloud Of war.
Over every mighty nation,
Earth has heard the grand refrain
Of our Unions celebration
OF her hundredth gear of reign.
Strangers DER the mighty waters
Came to see our Nations feast,
Even China's SONS and daughters
Brought their offerings from the East.
Every nation paid its tribute
To the land of Freedoms home,
Every cline made its exhibit,
That is found from zone to zone.
All the glory, all the honor,
That is due Columbis's land,
In this year, was shed upon her,
As she gave the welcome hand.
Let us hope that Freedoms glory
On her flag shall ever wave;
Let us love the sacred story
OF her martyrs in the gravel
Let Us hope for many treasures
From the bounteous hand of One
Who our blessings ever measures,
In the year we've just begun.
Though the year thst Just passed Ger ~
Bounies:: from her hand has poured,
Yet we'd have the one before US
Just as full of blessings stored.
While our sacred institutions
Have their record nobly kept,
Still we find some retributions,
Where the worm of vice has crept.
Belknsp, with his honor tarnished,
That viii never leave him pure,
For his foes sword has furnished
That VIII smiIe MN swift and sure.
Yes, and Tweed, the mighty sinner,
Can no longer freely roam,
Though It's true he was the winner
Of his passage coming home.
But we think it is much better
All such villains to expose,
As warning, sure to scatter
Crime and fraud, where'er It goes.
That our laws are no delusion,
Is lesson it viii teach,
But are swift in execution
Unto those that make breach.
In the South they made blunder
That their Northern friends should note,
When they sought by blood and thunder,
Thus to stop the lawful vote
Did they think that Reformation" ~
Frauds and crimes, and murders meaptf
Did they think our honored Nation
Thus would choose her President9
Will their conscience e'er upbraid them,
For their murders will they care,
When their shot-guns fail to aid thsm
Fill the Nations highest chair?
VIII the willy friends of Tilden
Think this mode of action pays"
VIII remorse and sorrow fill them
When we seat our honest HAYEsf
Though at first their bird with vigor
Crowed out triumph TO their crowd.
Whisky, fraud and 'skill the niger"
Yet it crowed too long and loud
And their tune has lost its music,
And we hope it il not Wanting,
When we say, as Scripture hath 1t,
Wehave "weighed and found them ssae
ing"
Der the ocean comes the lightning
From the rising sun afsr,
Telling how the Turks are fighting
In a wicked heathen war.
All the world has kept an eye on
Russia's fierce and growing bear,
And Britannia's mighty Hon
Has been bowling in his lair.
NAV Columbia's stripes and stars,
Floating proudly from her hand,
Never wave in foreign wars,
Never leave their happy landi
Let rs guard that sacred banner,
That our fathers valor won,
Let us prize it in manner
Worthy of our Washington
On the threshold as weigather,
OF the century Just begun,
Let us praise our mighty Father,
For the one whose course Is run
Let us start with joy and pleasure,
Hope, within the Giver's hand
MANY ioys are stored in treasure
For our free and happy land!
That each heart be filed with gladness'
That no sorrow can destroy,
That this New Year bring no sadness,
Prays your faithful CARRIER BOY
There is economy in travelling on
,e fast mail trains. You make
hat you eat go good deal further
a given length of time.
And now comes Boston woman
bo. TO out-do her fashionable SIS
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