Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1890-01-04
CARRIERS ADDRESS TO THE PAT
R0NS or THE INDEPENDENT.
BY JUDGE j. t. HoKs.

Begins to pale the star lamps burning
Ger the baby, New Year, born.
While the welkin land is ringing,
Ger the new born prince and heir,
Slow fun'ral cortege passing,
Bears away the dead Old Year.
Grand old monarch, gone forever,
Banished from the royal line,
But live on for ever after,
Do the WORKSHOP Eighty Ndne."
Here and there, a fragment gathered
Salvage fromthe wreck of time,
Has our muse prosaic woven,
In trochaic verse and rhyme.
Seasons, well / guess we had them,
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
Each one bore the usual measure
Bout which poets often sing.
March got fiery, poured her floods
out,
Till the Tuscarora wild,
Leaped its banks in rage and fury,
Reckless as maniac child.
Old Aquarious lost his corks out,
Couldn't stop the floods of rain,
Couldn't stay the flood in harvest,
Damaged all the crops of grain;
Something strange about the weather,
Nothing like it e'er was seen,
April flowers in December,
All the landscape wearing green.
Guess the hymn book was prophetic,
When it spoke about the day,
(Think at least, twas thus we sang
it)
"When December's as pleasant as
May"
But we leave the tickle weather,
Note historic scenes that rise
All, q revolution bloodless,
CLOVIS upon the southern skies,
IT'S Brazil new republic,
With her empire done away
Good bye. Pedro, grand old monarch,
Worse than you, have had their day.
Well may kingdoms shake and trem-
BILE,
AS one monarch disappears,
Leaving scarce royal vestige,
In the Western hemisphere.
But we hasten, time is feeting,
And the shadows rise and fall,
Strange commingling fact and fiction,
Ger the dead Years fun'ral pail.
Politics of course expected,
In Columbia takes It's place,
And we note elections ended,
And the victors in the race.
Democrats have won the battle,
Everywhere have swept the field,
TITS an off year-that's the reason,
Why Republicans must yield.
Thus it has been oft afore time,
AS Demy's and Repub's quarreled
bout their rights
That Repub's always took the off
year,
AS past time for pers'nal fights.
Next however is fragment,
From the old years shattered
wreck,
Hanging like heavy milestone,
. Round the Democratic neck.
IT'S the contest bout the governor
Golf or Fleming, which shall be.
So far in the contest, neither,
But de facto governor "taoe."
Democrats may win this battle,
Rather kind % think they will,
But twill cost them like the British
When they won at Bunker Hill.
Fleming, true, may take remnant,
After Wilson quits the mill,
If his party sticks together,
To defeat the peoples will.
AS to Congress, Republicans have
got them,
Smith, McGinness and Atkinson ;
They will soon receive the places,
That by honest votes they won.
And the new States just admitted.
The Dakotas, Washington,
Save Montana, somewhat muddled,
Each one votes Republican.
The old party, now in power,
Safe will see the Nation through ;
And West Virginia IL likely join her,
In the fight of Ninety-Two.
Stopping now, we pause moment,
Der quiet, slumbering town,
Tuscarora, dear old Berkeley,
Martinsburg the valleys crown.
Here my muse took out her pencil
Gan to sharpen up the point;
Gan to note some local items
That are somewhat out of joint.
Lashed she first the mayor and
council,
Bout the payements, bout the
streets,