Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1909-12-31

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ed tby STANDARD readers If today.
;hr Address is quoted Is follows:
CARRIERS ADDRESS.
70 res P41soss or NIX ~Asr,~oros STANDARD.
ron rHs YEAS 1863.
Old "SiXtv-two' has passed away
Again We hail the New Years Day,
And greet with song and gladstone cheer
The dawning Of another year.
But T., u pauso-ailnou1h wc smile,
Aud strive 10 Danish care sWhIle,
Yet OH! how many weary feet
Now march on wlntry SNOW and slice;
How many q the noble iTaye
Who crst their country : ilag would save
From insult, taGnt and foul disgrace
From rebel hordes and traitors base
Now wounded lie by shot or shell,
OR havonet, or arts OF hell,
Nor home, nor friend. nor kindred near
Their lonely, lingering hours to cheer;
Or silent lie on battlefield,
Where for their country, life they Weld.
And hear the cry. ITO Arms no more,
Nor trumpet's call, nor cannon $ roar.
Will civil warfare never end
Must we by blood for aye defend
That country which our fathers gave
A fit bequest from heroes brave?
Though now the war-clouds darkly lower,
With comfort scant to cheer the hour;
Yet still our trust in God is strong,
And death or victory" our song.
On Antietam's red battlefield
Did not the stubborn foemen yield?
And Shiloh, too, and Donaldson,
Were they not by our kindred won?
Does not our glorious banner wave
Where countless foes have found grave?
Do not its stars and stripes still CLEAN
On Mississippi 5 turbid stream?
Shall we surrender each proud spot
For which our soldiers nobly fought?
Shall Washington be threatened still
By rebel raid, or tyrant's will?
These are the questions Of the day;
What say you-shall we now betray
Our noble trust, or strike again
For victory, on land and main?
But now lighter strain l sing;
To You the news each week / bring
In STANDARDS from out the press,
To pay for which rather guess.
You'll freely give-so take my song
And as trudge my route along,
Hand out some silver or some gold,
Or "Greenbacks," whether new or old;
Then unto you. with happy smile,
A Glad New Year, I'll wish meanwhile.
Yours truly,
PRINTERS DEVIL.
1t was fOrty-seven years ago this
evening that the thought occurred to
me to issue Carriers Address,"
and after supper began to compose
one. After a struggle of more than
two hours, the two first lines were
all that had to show for the effort.
Then my Pegasus" baked, and no
amount of coaxing or persuasion of
any sort had any effect upon the re-
calcitrant steed; hence l retired with
the conviction that my effort would
prove failure The next evening l
called upon Mr.. Lucien Evarts, a
Jour" printer who had happened
along few days before, and who on
application, secured leases" on the
STANDARD temporarily. Instead of
being given to boozing," as was the
habit of many of the compositOrs of
that day, he was given to the law"
and " toted" about with him, from
place to place, Blackstone, Kent's
Commentaries, Story's Jurispru-
3ence, Greenleaf on Evidence, etc.
Upon entering Mr.. Evart's room, |
found him pouring over the books
mentioned, and asked permission to
look at Blackstone. In the leaves of
that work pages of rhyme in Mr..
Evarts own handwriting were found.
This attracted my curiosity, where
upon l said, 1 see, Mr. Evarts, you
are poet" "Oh, no. he replied.
-" scribble off little doggerel. now
and then" Hope revived in my
breast, and I told him what 1 had
been trying to do, and gave him the
first two lines. He then inquired
regarding the thought l had in
mind, and | suggested something
patriotic, as it will be remembered
by those who passed through that
troublous times that the closing days
Of Sixty-two," were exceedingly
gloomy in respect to the probable
outcome of the Civil war. All
right, said Mr.. Evarts; l will see
what I can do" The following even
ing he composed the Address as it
now appears, and on the night of
Dec. 3lst, after securing your per-
mission, Frank Hill and | set it in
type. and we printed two hundred
copies on blue foolscap paper, bought
of DR.. Willard for 81 per quire.
January l, 1863, was a stormy day
rain, sleet and snow alternating.
But nothing daunted, ! carried the
" Addresses" around, handing them
out as opportunity offered; and when
ever asked as TO the amount want.
ed. my invariabie reply was Any
amount which Won may ha oleaSe6 IN