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GEORGIA TELEGRAPH ©© TPA,T RQrrSj^ *5^ --*5' -*$» Hif' ^ ^ "*5^* H^*^ : ^4- , J‘ : 'v m i^' > H , 44-^*{'^ To Politicians we will show, llow things in gen'rjl often go; f jow .fair an outside sometimes shade The patriot of cv’ry grade, Who would his country sell for pelf. Could t.c but benefit hirnsclf. Old Thirty-sis is fairly run, And Thirty-seven’s just begun, When little carrier boys, like me, Would like to have a New Year’s fee; So patrons kind, don't say me nay, But give a gift for New Year’s day. Through ev’ry weather, dry and wet, The carrier boy your wishes met, By leaving at the 'pointed place, A sheet wherein you each might trace, The various news of passing times, From distant lands and distant clinics. We’ve faithful been to trace our own ; To you we’ve ever justly shown Whatc’er was worthy of record; What to condemn and what reward; And will continue still to use Our privilege, tho’ not abuse. When Thirty-si* first came in, W e heard of wars, and battle’s din With potent France—but Jackson knew How best to bring the Frenchmen to; And thanks to Him who rules above, ’Tis now confin’d to Powell’s drove. Van Buron mounts the chair of State, With pray’rs of some and others’ hate; We trust hc’Jl faithful prove to be The friend of man and liberty: We doubt him not, and will agree. If we’re deceived to give our fee. January, lsi, 1837. ] We'll likewise show the honest heart. The patriot true in cy’ry part. Whose stIPs emerged in public weal, And whose devotion and whose zeal, Fix’d to one point, his country’s good, Deserves her lasting gratitude. The Merchants too shall have their share, Of all intelligence from far, How cotton sells, and groc’ries too, And dry-goods, green and black and blue, What boats arrive, and what depart, tfo and from our thriving mart. And to the Fair what shall we say 1 Why, we’ll have something in their way; “With thoughts that breathe and words that bu We’ll stir their Jjearts to love, and earn The meed of praise from their sweet Jips, Which time nor absence ever nips. Now happy New Year! patrons all; On you respectively I call For means to make me blithe and gay, And spend a happy New Year’s day: So from your purse if you’ll pluck it You will be thank’d by JOHNNY PUCKET