Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-03-05

he APPEAL was published on Front street.
between Monroe and Madison. L. Trousdale
and T. Dill were its editors, John MCLEAN
shan noble Mac the manager, W. Hutton
foreman. and A. J. Wheeler book-keeper.
The proprietors and their twenty employees
.ormed truly happy family then. On
his evening the doctor, as usual,
Iuisite tunes on the flute, when suddenly
he mashed the instrument into a thousand
pieces because he failed to execute a difficult
passage. We offered him new flute, but he
persis;enty refused to play again. A few
months thereafter the APPEAL building was
destroyed by fire, and DR.. Carr commenced a
gallery on the corner OF Front
and Madison streets, but for many years yet
be wrote the New Year addresses for the car
-iers Of the APPEAL. | saw him the last
lime about ten years ago, and would like 10
know whether he IL among the living yet.
THE ADDRESS.
Good morn, kind friends, we've had loss,
Old faithful Fifty Seven
Died late last disease, old age"
We hope he's gone 10 Heaven
Hes dead, poor fellow. and his friends
VIII see him justice done;
They N write OF him, and sing his deeds,
In every land beneath the sun;
And Memphis, too, the biggest town
You may be sure, viii not forget
The honoIs due his memory.
But hard 'twould be for Memphis pen
(or any other meath the heaven,
To note each varied act and deed
OF old departe8 Fifty Seven.
SO this brief notice OF our friend,
VIII only be summing up
OF things he did concerning US,
Before the ghost he did give up.
A grand exploit looms to my view,
The glorious .sJubilee''
He made, when he did bring to us
The waters OF the sea
And flung them in our river big;
o, twas a sight wot-
"Daguerreotyped'' upon our hearts,
And net 10 be forgot.
The Banks in our old Fifty-Seven
Did fiud no faithful friend,
With his strong hand he run EN- up
And many did suspend
Hard Times Hard Times, he brought to us,
That grim old grinding fellow,
He's piuChed so hard till Memphis is
one universal below;
The ladies cen are lC-hooping bout
The scarcity of dimes,
But OH how nice the silks we see
In spite of old Hard Times.
And not a few, see, have out
Here, selling off at Cost"
The 'bugle blast for women dear
To see no bargain" lost.
But look just yonder-as live
1t is our own Court Square,
All fixed up with an iron rail,
And now twill Pig-dOH dare
How nice twill be in Fifty Eight,
Just on a Summers night,
To tuck ones sweetheart on ones arm,
And stroll there by moonlight;
And sigh ones vows of love right out
Beneath those big old trees,
While their green branches fan us with
The sweet and perfumed breeze.
But must stop-for fear I'll get
For you, too sentimental,
With just hope that the above
May prove experimental"
Behold the buildings looming up
Around on every side,
Churches and stores both tall and great,
In grandeur and in pride
Look at our nice new Thedter,
Where each and all who choose,
Can go, and see just as they please,
The Star of either Muse;
And walk around to Shelby street
See the GdyOsO House,
Where everything that's cooked Will be
From 'Twitles' to Gold Souse."
Yes, Memphis town will go ahead
In spite of old Hard Times,
Until her namesake will appear
A ri{dgC of old chimes;
Here 1 would say Gust by the way,
That tbs my firm belief
Had that old town paper had,
'Twould been great relief,
When its old walls were tumbling down
And foes did on them steal,
Could they have drowned their sorrows in
One Ike our own APPEAL.
So friends, kind friends, we hope you prize
These blessings of the age;
And think tbs Carrier Boy who brings
The news on every page.
And now kind friends, with one true WISH
He'll stop his duty here:
To each and all, he hopes twill prove
"A happy, happy Year,