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Last nif2.ln as I on my conch of down
And drcanlin2ly I )Zi'd as the hours passed round,
Th e old year breathed in ins - ear and said
Some minutes, lily lad, and
. 1 have fled
"Eh ! what, Forty-five not away so soon !"
Why stiro for a voar volt mistake it moon.
J moon it) sootli, I uwn volt have ?,001),
But moons are not as yet-„years, I ween.
But lately I learned to write you, when
Away like the wind you're off again.
Just introduced I have wade Inv bow,
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..Anu you cut the acquaintance now
Aly hopes were still fixod on the time to vome
You've stricken my whole calculation dumb.
The many days of ''feed and fun"
Forbidden ere they had yet begun. ° .
Hold there, thou forgetful and thoughtless boy,
Look back on thy life full of passing joy.
What toy is this which lies broken here ?
Twelve months ago it was a token dear.
Who last called St. Valentine's billets forth !
The day of our Washington's joyous birth ?
Good Friday's shells which of every kind,
You've strained and cracked on Laster too ?
Have I not awoke you with thunders when
The fou c rth of July lit the land aeain,
And givlen the treemen a sacred Ala`.
On which to praise, give thanks and pray;?
And last you have had to remember me
In the revels and mirth of a Christmas spree.
When friends, and fruits and the witty stroke,
And cakes passed round to complete the joke
I've seen the wild winds lav aside their wrath,
And clouds let down the reviving bath.
The blade of green and the ilowret litir
Bedeck the , ground that lay dead and bare.
The harvest its Weightiest ears unfold
I've seen when the breeze waved the sea of tr,old,
And falling leaves and the frost-browned rnnt
Till snows and storms the rich scenes have shut.
Why sleeper, I have measured ihe lives of some
They've gone who with me to this world have come
Though some may still dwell a while with • you
There goes with the quite anu her too•
Complain not to me'of too short a stay—
Nor waste thf: bright days as they glide by
Good bye ! My errand is run at last
Igo to the slit - Ides of the ages passed.
Good . Patrons and kind, thus the old year. `,pokeOn my ears the noise of its swift wheels broke.
I rose, and gazed with a sigh to see
It lost in the haze of eternity.
'Tis gone lint - thank heaven it has left us here,
And the sun has now'brokc on another yea r-
Herecs mirth, and peace, and all else to bless
And the PRINTER'S DEVIL with his first address.
THE CARRIER'S ADDRESS
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lanuarn 1, ISIG.
"I hope I don't Intrude."
Ye sires on whose locks the gray „silvery dew
The tlirce•scorc and tenth frost makes glitter anew ;
Ye livinc , charts of the sea oftime,
Ye fledglings bound for another clime.
A stria ling who plays in the sands you've trod
This, b ight happy morn asks a passing nod.
0 stnoc tbly.on may your frail barks glide
Till wrecked on strands 'o'er this ragitig tide.
,te matrons, who long as the salt of the earth
Are spared to behold yet a New Year's birth
Whose breath of prayer, as is climbs the slues
Dispels the wrath boding clouds that rise
To-day as I tramp all the rough streets through
I ow happy if I may he blessed by you--
God grant that your sun may itteglory set
And stars be the gems of your coronet.
good morn my friends of the mid-day life
flow oft have we metin . the world's fierce strife,
When yon each day not an hour could loose
When I brought ro - it,ißl the full sheet of new.
But now is the time for rest and sport
Your pockets are filled and so is your quart
Be merry, 0 be merry ye and full of glee,
As I shall be with the carrier's fee.
love the young beau, full of glee, tomcat
To day with fine dress in shop and street,
With brace and. straps, and his beardy dowh
As large as the i Pope in his morning gown.
His cane in his hand and segar in' his mouth,
He puffs like the crater, which rises far south,
Thit ah, he thunders a cheerful din,
Instead of lava he spouts the tin.'
A quarter per rhyme he calls wonderous cheap—
A quarter, by cupid its wortha heap
ie fold's it neat and presents his miss
Who bows in a bustle her knight to kiss.
But girls do t‘xcuse me this morn, I pray,
So lung my respects'l neglect to pay,
I know though but a lad I be,
A pretty lass has a charm for me,
Your smiles and your cheers are commingling here
Like roses and songs in the spring of year,--
May joys as bright as those smiles portray
Be thine, and a speedy wedding day.
Hurra, now hurra for the year that's come 'f.a. 7
Of hopes'we are full, and of fears hav,,,somea- , --
May the hopes increase and the fears . k - rqw less
Or sink in the tide of our hopes success)-.
Nor base be thc.sources of our desire
Nor low he the mark to which we aspire.
Be virtue's robe4our regalia fair,
And worth the pearl that shall sparkle there
And now my friends I wish you all,
happy new year, great and 'small,
4.nci"hope I don't intrude," at all,
When I ask you for a, QVAIZTER.
quarter, boy, why how . you - Talk,
I think you're most too willing,"
Willing or not at leist you ought
To hand us out a SHILLING..,