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[For thr Herald.J
THE OLD YEAR.
Dedicated without permission to the friends of
e South; but moie especiaily to dear old South
BY BURY TAX0BARD,
snerly of Charleston,S. C.
SPEECH OF THE SOUtH.
raunt! thou year of dark and devious ways,
hopes de#rred, and infinite delays!
hwatt this land of corn and wine
ou broke thy promise here to shine!
dalliance thou didet charm the ear,
hen freedom's cerements were near;
ly cry was "Peace"-but peace came not
ith Hessian bayonets and with shot!
on cried ''all's well" upon our coast!
it false as bell's thy impious boast.
I is not well when Carolina weeps.
er mighty dust that her Magaolia keeps;
t is all well when shivering in the cold,
nng Texas bleats like sheep upon the wold,
ad let Virginia and our Suampter tell,
>w "freedom shrieked" when Stonewall Jack
recreant year, thy heritage of woe
th slain the saintly for tl;e envenomed foe;
>w Southern hearts are breaking In the street,
bile midnight vultures o'er their carrion meet.
Py basked awhile in our Confederate zone,
d now they snarl o'er putrid Federal bone!
oft we strive to peer thro' mist forlorn,
rue the day our grandaires e'er were born;
shake the splendour of a diamond crown,
e partnership of fools and Yankee clown!
y erownless year, what hast thou done for us?
by not impeach thee? It was ever-thus,
at trust in Princes was most bitter gall,
t trust in 'Pirty" is the worst of all!
n memory purge the time our battle blade
itter'd through wars dim smoke, and made
ineof History writ in vandal gore,
at nations saw with wonder, though our na
tion is no more!
a strain'd our eyes for freedom's rising sun
truth and justicein our land begun!
t bloody stars have risen on Carolina's eight'
hose law is ruin, and whose might is right.
esh tears are falling o'er this new-born grief,
r fertile-promise withered in the leaf.
r crowns of bays, are turn'd to crowns of
d riot rule ere plenty ills her horn!
e clouds are lowering on the horison!
a morning cometh, but without the sun;
, treacherous year, Oh perjured hours of t ime!
sang a requiem o'er Heaven's fairest clime.
nightmare broods upon our people's rest,
d all Is lost, save honor is confessed;
11 is unbound, and yells again for blood,
m Chieamaug' to Rio Grande's food.
year of grief, we here thy memory cur se!
join thy twins stretch'd in their sable hearse.
y frown'd on as e'er since the Sag of Le
is trail'd in dust by scum of every sea!
the pale South withia our boroseopes
dl bloom again upon her mountain slopes; .
:nah ste and demons may retard-the bohr,
e rightof Genius brings them into power;
r.time nor tyrants can our future slay
woe bath her viatories fhr the coming day.
ad the South! Queen of my manhood's
dft,my soul on Heavenly wings of rhyme!
i weeping beauty if I the forget.
iy my tonpge alter, and my eyes be.wet
Ith tears perennial as old Antioch's streaml
Carolina and pitter freedom's dream!
e of the South, amid thy waste of years
nd of my soul,-thou Niche in tears!
SPEECH OF THE OLD YEAR.
ugh! Eneugh-the old year orjed,
jast impeachment's not-dealed,
ace fulfilled my dreadful fate,
lih whining PNritus aid hate;
red A pollyou's dark behest,
d n'ow I amis warnnest guest;
work hat mole his cAaIdrou boll,
ith scalawagger's '.tro'oly.loil."
cc against race', have [ set,
ias appetite for blood is whet.
e them on' my Son' hern coast.
d marshalled are my mongrel host!
ne like the dove from Noah's breast,
turns again not finding rest!
Tophet did approve my task,
dtgas' me allsawobit'en astef;
:Mmyou to hell for galn,
ad saw the Southern1lanad was slain.
thunder was as load as Jove's,
every court, and camp and grove;
sps and minions were abr.oad,
silent hill and dark cross-road;
rough reeking hamlet amnd the vine,
me's smothered vengeance yet may shine;
snares are set..my lines are laid,
d hll'suboundapon the raid; .
soestis sine, .ntihese my -'saints",
se-ny .noiuted without pant.
me did the. old year's beetle brow,
my his speech like earrion crow;
a nasal twang bespoke his birth,
a race, his lineage upon earth.
was thus he did diecourse deliver,
et by the shore ofCharom's aiver,
ad the devil hlimselftwas there to see,
i Scalawag Knight of Diddls4um-dee!
SPEECH OF APOLLYON.
on bat well, said old Satan growled,
id all his vampires encore bowled
ell dane Old Year, now take thy ill,
ar thou brought grist unto our mill.
save thee bailstorms, gaye thee Soods
sae thee repine in the blood;
ad many a crime remains unknown,
hick in ur realin 14 deeply sown.
anVe my minions with the -saints,"
ho sna.spd snivel their complainta
ir full two hundred years or more,
eaped a harvest from their shore!
Geneva I broke their sleep
ey march on England o'er the deep;
om there I gathered many a heat
Cromwell's time to rule my roast!
ad then like wolves from Holland's locks,
mey sneaked away to Plymouth Rocks;
aelr greedy Maygower did we guides
er crasy crew with hopeful pride;
ad the ree they lit In wintry woods,
sibh spread my firebrands with the foods;
are's not an Inch of Southern ground .
at where my Kingdom's' Cause Is found.
y reign of terror still prevaBs,
T "saints" and imps areon the gales; .
y armed bands and satraps meet,.
a crush the Southron in the street.
i,th ye my "saints'? of Bunker 2Wl,
p to the brim, the shallos Ill;
msr from our throne in Tophet grand,
'e order fury throgfgh the Southern land!
>spoke Apollyon ere the realms of algghts -
mbrodedl bim in his nocturnal dight.
iggon St Phillip's cross ha air
se Desed ulhile in triumph aire?
1th eres of Clhrit bsnmsth Mi A
Thus did he dear old Charleston greet !
As he swept his sceptre of scallawag bone
Across that city of grief and groen!
Strike deep thou all corroding time,
From summer's heat to - frosty rime,
Ye bats that keep your revels here!
Are emblems of my nether sphere,
Ye dogs that bay the midnight moon,
And scent afar the rank lagoon,
Ye pestilen'ial vapours vast,
That sail the land without a mast,
And never fail to And a shroud
For sons of Dedalion the proud;
Ye floods and never ending rains!
Ye hail-storms on my Southera plains.
Ye catterpillars and ye snakes,
Ye fevers, and consumlug aches!
And ye destroyers ofthis shrine,
Of old St. Phillip's saintly dne.
I thank ye for your work, well done!
Ye are my vassals every one!
Let Becohus weave my slimy work
For Jew and Gentile, and for Turk.
Let gamblers in their lurid den
Play Monte witth church-going men;
Let Dives take interest for his gold,
His soul is mine when all is told;
Let shoddy snobs be finely horsed
Both courted, flattered and endorsed
Let corporation pimps and knaves
-Dance upon justice in its grave;
Let law with its robustuous speech
Tear truth in tatters. I beseech;
Let posts of honor and of trust
In Northern Carpet bags be thrust;
That pandemonium may flourish
Let all the ends of virtue perish;
W hile vice rules every den of thieves
We-laugh within our Royal sleeves,
And rear our dias on Charleston's groan
And reign supreme upon our throne.
San Antonio, De Bexar Co., Texas, Dec. 1868.
The Oiled Feather.
"Come, bring theoil-flask, there's
a pet," said Samuel Parsons to his
wife, as he finished screwing on a
new lock to his front door. Sam,
of course, needn't have said,
"there's a pet," unles he liked;
but he used to think it was a
great shame that women were
called all sorts of pretty names be
fore they were married, but none
afterwards. "I say," says Sam,
"many of the poor creatures are
cheated with them there pretty
names; poor folk ! they think
they'll always get them; but they
become mighty scarce after the
finger,is in the ring." We don't
mean to tell all the names Sam
nalled his wife before they were
married; but now he called her
"pet ;" and as soon as she heard
the loving word; she threw down
her duster on the chair, and sped
off to the kitchen for the flask.
The flask had a feather in it, as
such flasks generally have ; and
Sam, taking- the said feather be
tween his forefinger and thumb,
oiled the key of the street-door
right well; and then locked and
unlocked it a dozen times. At
frst it went .stiff, and required
some strength of wrist to turn it;
but, as it worked to and fro, and
the oil began to make its way into
the wards, it worked more and
more easily ; until at last, Tommy,
Sam's little son, who was standing
by, was able to turn it almost with
a touch: and then Sam pronounced
that it would do.
The operation finished, Sam
thought- he'd just give his knife a
touch of the end' of the feather ;
less than. a drop out of the flask
would.do ; just a mere touch-that
wvas all that it wanted; and pres
ently, to young Tommy's great
delight, his father made the
blade go up and down, click,
ciek. Tommy evidently approved
of the result, for he began to click,
click, with his tongue and, the
roof of his mouth, in imitation ;
and how long he. might .have de
layed his father we can't tell, if it
were not that Mrs. Parsons caught
him up ib her arms, and made off
with him ; she calling him a "saucy
rogue," and kissing him all the
way ; and he on his part click,
clicking, as though his mouth'were
a cutler's shop, and you wer.e open
ing and shutting every knife in it.
Some folk might think that
Sam Parsons had done enough in
the oiling way for one day; but
there was one more thing to do,
and then he would be quite ready
to take his potatoes to market.
One or two of the wheels: of his
wagon bad been a trifle creaky;
and-so. he took the grease pot, and
gavethem* a totch of.its contents.
You could have rolled all be put
upon them into the size ofa couple
of marbles, but it was quite enough;
the fleels gar%eya ig
the old proverb Ba *en; "Silemce
gives consent," no doubt they ap
proved of what Sam had done.
"Now, then, I'm off to market,'
said Sam. "Good-bye, Jenny, pet.'
Oh, that little woid "pet !" didn't
the cunning fellow oil his wife's
temper, and almost her very joints,
for her day's work, when he called
her that little name. "Good-bye,
Tommy, my darling." Oh, you
cunning man! there you are with
your oiled feather again ; for when
Tommy was naughty, and his mo.
ther reminded him that she must
tell his father when he come home,
and "father.would be sore grieved
if his darling was naughty," wasn't
Tommy good ? for, child though
he was, he was able to reason thus
much in his n4nd: Tommy is
father's darling, and he won't vex
him; darlings ought not to vex
those who love them. Never
mind, good reader, if there's a flaw
in the logic ; nursery logic is some
times very funiny reasoning, but it
answers th( purpose; naughty
Tommy become good, and click
clicked about the house as merry
as a cricket, instead of sprawling
and bawling on the ground ; and
all because his father happened to
call him -"a darling" before he
"I say, Polly," said Sam Par
sons to his one servant-maid, as
he left the house, "don't forget to
clean up those irons, if you can
manage it, there's a good lass;
you'll - find the oil-flask hanging
behind the kitchen door;" and so.
with a cheerful smile on his coun
tenance, Sam Parsons took his de
parture for oarket. Ah i cunning
Sam; befori he went he oiled his
wife and child, -and now he oiled
his servan + maid; and when he
turned his ack upon his own door,
he left smiling faces and glad
hearts behind him; and, I warrant
he found them all smiling to re
ceive him, when he came home.
a * * * * *
"I have great faith in oil," said
Sam Parsons ;."I oil almost every
thing ; this very morning I oiled
the lock of my street door, and my
penknife; and greased my wagon
wheels; and I oiled my wife and
hild ;-and I gave the servant
maid a touch too; and I[ tell you
what it is, Neighbor Joe, I slip
along famously, where I find many
another stick fast."
"Rusty Joe's" torn nail seemed
to give him a fresh twinge when
the penknife was spoken about;
and so as to the wife, his con
science reminded him how bear
ishly he had behaved to her at
"What do you mean by oiling
your wife, man," said "Rusty Joe,"
rather tartly ; "you haven't been
sneaking, have you, and knocking
under to a woman ?" and "Rusty
Joe" edged away from "Polished
Sam's" side, as though he were
near some slimy serpent.
"No indeed," answered Sam,
"I've not been knocking any way,
neither over nor under; but I just
gave her and the bantling a loving
word before I started from home ;
and I said a kind word to the lass
to cheer her up through her work
for the day ; and for the matter of
that I gave the old apple-woman a
touch of my oiled feather too ; few
people say a kind word to her, and
s I did, and I dare say it helped
her through the day too ! I
wouldn't.cringe to any one living,"
continued "Polished Sam," "not to
the Queen herself; but to cringe
i one thing; to be civil, respect
ful and loving, according as the
case requires, is another ; I never
knew ill come of it, and I've often
known good. Yes, neighbor, I've
known good of it in my own house,
over and over again. There's my
Jenny ; you don't know the work
there's in that little ,.reature ; bless
you! she'd work herself to the
finger-bone, if you give her a kind
word. I knowed her to sit up
seven nights with me, without
taking off a stitch of her clothes,
t.hat tina I broke my Jaeg- and
when I said to her one morning
as the day was breaking, and
looked at her red eyelids, 'Jenny
my darling, I can never pay yor
for all this'-didn't she laugh anc
say, 'Why, Sam, how can you tel
such a story? you've paid me now.
"'Paid you, my wife ! why
what do you mean ?'
"Didn't you say "my darling?'
"'To be sure I did,' said I.
"'Well ! wasn't that paymeni
to a woman's heart?'
"And she looked so earnest-lik<
at me, that I felt the tears comE
in my eyes. Oh, neighbor, ]
couldn't say it as she said it; foi
these women have a way of speak
ing that don't belong to us men
Sometimes I think there's a kinc
of pipe that makes music in theii
throats ; but ever since that day
I've been ten times as loving 'aE
I was before ; and I try to say f
kind word, not only to Jennie
but to every one I meet. I be
lieve, neighbor," continued Sam
"that woman are of that nature
that they'll do anything for love
no use our driving them, our scold.
ing, and ordering, and banging
about ; that only makes slaves of
them ; but give them a little love
and they'll do wonders."
As Sam Parsons found that hiE
neighbor was listening, he waE
encouraged to go on, even though
he received no answer. "And ]
da the same," said Sam, "by every
wench that comes to service tc
me. Servants are made of the
same stuff as their mistresses:
they all have hearts ; and the samE
kind of oil will reach them all."
Thus discoursing, Sam parson
arrived at his own farm yard
There was Jenny, his wife, ready
to meet him with a kiss ; anc
there was Tommy, who receivec
his father with a click, click
leaving it matter of speculation at
to whether he had not been click
ing ever since the morning until
now. And then there was Polly
the servant maid, standing closc
to the irons, which shone aw
though they were fresh from the
shop ; she hoped they'd catch hei
master's eye ; she knew she'd gel
a kind word. And when Sam
went into the sitting-room, there
he saw a great heap of his stock.
ings, that Jenny had been darn.
ing ; and when Sam sat down te
tea, there was a pie that Jenny
had made ; and if Sam had beer
a little boy instead of a grown-up
man, he would certainly have pat.
ted his chest and smacked his lips
and so expressed his opinion, thai
this was "something like a pie.'
One would think that Sam Par.
sans had oiled the pie, so smoothly
did each piece slip down hiE
throat, for he was at peace wvith
Jenny, his wife, Tommy his son,
and Polly his servant-maid. Good
humor promotes digestion ; and
our. readers will be pleased tc
learn that Sam slept well upcm
that good supper, anid had pleas.
ant dreams, and woke up refreshed,
to be happy, and make others hap.
py all day long.--English paper.
LocAL ITEMs,-Raining like the
very d-l I Good weather -for
"whiskey straight ;" plenty to be
had ; no lack of either demand or
supply. Harvest Turner calling
Court. A few disconsolate jurors
crossing the square, fortified with
umbrellas and the aforesaid
"straight." Merchants in .their
shops, with hand folded in deepest
melancholy. Nobody killed ; no
body hurt; nobody dead. Heap
of people born, as usual ; naturally
obliged to be ! Somebody to be
married, and very soon. Invited
to the wedding, we are ;-and going.
People's new garden seeds all get
ting washed up by the pelting
rain. Many a day's ploughing in
definitely. postpoDed. Some one
runs into- our sanctum and
throws upon our table a branch
with wide-open peach blossoms
rpon it. "As a fig tree casteth
her not,imely figs," so . will, that
peach tree e ast her untimely
Corn and Cotton--Our Dan
We append from the Charleston
News a very excellent article
which urges upon the planters
the necessity of "cultivating plen
ty of provisions first, and then a
moderate crop of cotton." Its
suggestions our planters would do
well to heed and ponder, and then
reduce to practice. The effect of
the olicy recommended is to fur
nis us with a full supply of bread
stuffs. at the same time that it
does not diminish the income from
cotton. How hard it is to realize
that "the half is sometimes greater
than the whole ;" that the market
value of an article depends upon
its scarcity ; that not the "books
of the sybil" merely, but all things
else increase in price as they
diminish in number ; that cotton
is not exempt from the law which
governs all commodities. Read
the article weekly and practice its
The cotton crop of 1868 has
been a God-send to the South.
We have money in abundance, our
credit. is rapidly improving, the
chains are broken which bound
us, our future is bright with hope.
And yet all this will be an evil,
rather than a good, if we do not
persevtre in that wise agricultural
policy whose first fruits we now
Our danger is that the planters
may be tempted by high prices
the result of a moderate crop,
growing trade and reckless specu
ulation-to pitch huge crops of
cotton. Each man who sold up
land cotton at 25 or 27 or 29 cents
a pound, doubtless wished that he
had twenty bales instead of ten,
or a.hundred in place of fifty.
This feeling, however natural, we
must conquer or be undone.
We have made money by the
cotton crop of 1868, because cot
ton was our first and principal
care. There had been two seasons
of anxiety, disappointment and
loss, which forced the planter to
acknowledge that his only safety
lay in securing, at any cost, what
*bread and meat he required. The
dullest and most wrong-headed
could see this necessity, and, as a
consequence, the South produced
all the breadstuffs she needed, the
corn crop of South Carolina alone
being 2,000,000 bushels more than
it was in 1867. Cotton was a se
condary consideration with the
planter ;. but the two-and-a-half
million of~ bales which from the
crop of the year have still.brought
us more money than four million
bales would have done at the
prices before the war. Had the
whole strength of the South been
directed to the culture of cotton,
the crop would have been three
million bales or more, and then
our fortunes would hav'e been
staked upon one cast of the die,
prices would have fallen and the
purchase of Western grain would
have swallowed up the greater
part of the net proceeds of our
cotton. As it is, we have been
independent of outside help. We
have not eaten into the morrow,
wo have not been obliged to throw
our cotton upon the market,. and
we approach another season with
distended purses, and the fairest
prospects of success.
But the lessons of this year and
of the years which have preceded
it will be worse than thrown a
way, if high prices induce our
planters to make cotton their king
and not their. slave. The first
labor, the first thought, the first
pains, should he given to wheat,
corn and provisions ; and then,
and not before, might the reign of
cotton begin. We should have
the best seed, so as to improve the
staple ; fertilizers should be used
freely, so as to increase the yield
per acre ; no more land should 1.
planted than can .be cultivated
regularly and well. And a cottone
crop made in thisr manner will re
ize for us far more money than i
larger yield at lower prices With
millions of dollars to pay away in
buying our daily bread.
There is, we repeat, but one
safe plan : Plenty of provisions
first and next a moderate crop of
cotton. If our planters will stick
to this policy, they will grow rich ;
if they do not, they will assuredly
rue the day when the desire to
become suddenly wealthy caused
them to forsake the plain paths
of prudence and common sense.
First Appearance of the Vtelo
cipede in Charleston.
"What's it ?" "Where's it ?"
"Who's got it ?" "Where did it
come from ?" "Have you seen it ?"
"There it goes ?" "Whoop ! don't
it fly ?" "Break he neck durreek'
ly." "De debil in dat same ting?
"Confederate cavalry oqf a Charge."
"Or retreating." "The ghost of
Tam O'Shanter's mares" "Any
other horse would get as thin
that eat as little." Such were
some of the myriad intertOgato.
ries and remarks made by the
crowd yesterday on the appears
ance of a velocipede in the streets
of this city. The Savannah Ad
vertiser boasts that Savannah Is
not behind the world, because
somebody has an agen3y for ielo
cipedes for Georgia and South
Carolina. Well, we acknowledge
that Charleston is some eesonde
behind Paris and New York, bait
she has a velocipede of her owh
manufacture, and she intends to
to catch up. The one that ctea
ted such a sensation yestetday
was made by Dr. Due, an e$,et
tinner, in conjunction with Mr,
D. B. HaEelton, the sewing- tna4
chine man, and was ridden lfy t ,
Due through the principal. tfeta,
at a rate that would soon reduce
horse flesh to the tenuity of the
velocipede itself. Mr. Dne Vag
followed, longo iitervallo, by a
great crowd of men and
black and white ; and people .
doors who heard he was eoming
rushed to the windows to get a
peep at the wonderfil hot8e sub
stitute. Th'e sensation ereated by
the mechanical Rosinante is, how
ever, best illustrated by the fact
that a certain well known foung
amateur poet was found by his
friends in a fainting fit,.his hand
still holding a piece if' paper en
which were written the frilowing
You. wish to rhyme veldefpede?i
.The mother lets the bossy feed.
The swaHlow skimgs the mossy mead,
The baby likes to toss a reed.
The apple bears a glossy seed,
The reinrieer takes a mossy feed,
The mule results froui cross o' breed,
The donkey pines from loss o' feed,
Let those not make yoh cross to read,
SENATOR HILL OF Giaooa -
Joshua Hill was a Union man,
not only before the Union was de
stroyed, but after seession had be
come a fact. In the long war
that followed secession, l? sympa
thies were against his own people;
his prayer ascended daily tobheav
en for the triumph of the North
ern arms ; and he looked and hoped
for the finail e ubjiigation of his
fellow-citizens of Georgia and the'
South. He, perhaps, counted the
chances; and, thinking the North
ern number would win, looked
forward to the end for offices and
trust and confidence.~ The end
came ;-and after a little whilt Mr.
Hill's reward came too. He was
sent to the Senate. Instead of
beipg received with open arms by
Northern Senators and'welcoimed,
as the one man who had not gone
astray, he is kiokedcontemptuously
from them.-Slma Times.
Capt..Kidd's treasure has at
last been found-in the caves of
Salisbury, Connecticut. An .ex..
plorer "reports" the discovery of
human and equine skeletons, guns,
pitols. sswords, utensils of varions
kinds, gold and silver coin, rings,
chars arnd manuseripts.