The Carrier's New Year Address, to the Patrons of "The Cartridge Box"

THE CARRIER’S NEW YEAR ADDRESS, TO THE PATRONS OF “THE CARTRIDGE BOX.’’

Once more, dear friends and readers, we hail a new-born year,
With, sound of music, songs of joy, with merriment and cheer;
The olden year has o’er us fled, and in its vanished train
Are gone the faded hopes and joys that ne’er may come again,
The past is in the silent past, deep in the grave of Time,
With all its deeds of charity, with all its acts of crime;
And evermore until the last and glorious New Years day,—
When earth, and even heav’n itself, will sudden melt away,—
Shall all its buried secrets close from mortal eye be sealed
Unto the sight of One alone, and that One, God, revealed.

Down on the weary lines, in front of hated foe,
Exposed to storms of hail and rain, inclemency and snow,
Our brave men firmly, nobly stand, and as the wint’ry blast
Around them coldly sweeps, think o’er the happy by-gone past,
When at their homes and firesides dear, with joyful hearts and light,
They bailed the merry, opening year, and marked the old one’s flight;
Nor dreamt of war, with fields of death, and carnage yet to come,
For happy strangers were their ears to roll of hostile drum.
But now from home and dear ones far, before the foe they stand,
A living shield our homes to save from foeman’s fiery brand!
A nation’s thoughts are with them; while for them daily rise
The anxious prayers of thousands; tears from gentle eyes
Are daily, hourly falling for the much-loved absent brave,
And for the noble ones who sleep within the soldier’s grave.
And as the merry New Year songs are swelling loud and clear,
How many hearts with sadness sigh for those that are not here?
May God protect our soldiers, amid the battle’s shock,
And may they still unshaken stand, unbroken as a rock;
May vict’ry e’er be with them, may foes be filled with fear
And fly the field, and Peace shall reign before the next New Year.

“The CARTRIDGE Box,” with harmless bullet-in of fun and news,
Its visits to you still shall make, to shoot away the blues;
For blues will come as you all know (s) amid such days as these,
In spite of blazing parlor parlor fires, and comfortable ease.
It comes from those who many times the foe have bravely fought,
And asks that you will to it give your favor and support;
And though in size, (we will admit,) it is a modest sheet,
In substance you will frankly own ’tis rather hard to beat!
The sparkling diamond, too, is small, and very large the granite.
But still, we need not say which has the highest value on it.

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