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& ( -g,ESS To % & OF THE. o> <? GEORGIA TELEGRAPH. * January 1st., 1S58. ■T«r»? night '.—the death-like silence of the tomb Parailt't! our lair city. The "loom Of darkness, round her lofty mountain spread, Bung like a mantle o’er her glorious dead. The moon had left her beauteous throne on high And not a star begemmed the winter sky, While cloud on eloud traversing Heaven rolled In all the splendor of their shadowy fold ; I it f blackened banners sweeping through the air, Wared in magnificence and beatify there. 'Hashed was the scene—the echo of no sound. Profound the loneliness tin t reigned around. Knight save the peal of ihe centry clock arose, To break the stillness of the world’s repose. Void of equipage, glory, pomp or pride, Tints without ostentation the old year died, lint while its tones still linger ou the ear, Iht'midnight bell whispers a II a rev New Year. Time past, and time to come, are not— Time present is our lonely lot; I may not prate of battles and of blood, Where war destructive, rushes like a flood, her fertile fields, fair bills and valleys green, And leaves but ruin's footprints to be seen!— of steel clad warriors beaming on the sight, With burnished arms and banners gleaming bright, hfacts chivalric—glorious victories won — And deeds of noble daring done. ,So, if my pen was to its purpose true, I would be confined to writing something new. I Alas! ’twere hard to find that *ometMng new, ’ Unless ’tis of Walker and his gallant crew, Or else denounce with accent vile, The moneyed powers—the golden pile. Or launch iny hark on the river Styx And sail an unwilling captive into Polly Ticks. But this is not my forte, the olympian -lews 'rind the Carrier Boy distributing the weekly news. The news! our morning, noon, and evening cry, Dny after day repeats it till we dip. For this the eit, the critic and the fop, ! Dally the hour away in Tousors shop. For this the gossip takes her daily route, And wears your threshold and your patience out; For this we leave the parson in the lurch, And pause to prattle on our way to church; :K’cn when some co lin’d friend we gather around, We ask “what news” then lay him in the ground. 'But now, forbear, 1 must and no tear-drop start To trickle down tlic soul of one kind Patron’s heart, ■ Nor lengthen out my lays—but banish every fear i In this auspicious II APrY Nf.w Year. But list! I pray you, shun each and every evil, jExcept the smiling Carrier—the Printer’* Devil.