Wheeling compiler. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [i.e. W. Va.]) 1829-1831, 1829-10-07

world VIII tell Us ne IS mOuei oil human
wisdom, but if this be wisdom why build
walls to confae lunaticsl Who is there
so frantic among us as TO sacrifice every
endowment ofhle. with the vain hope of at.
tanning that, which when attained, he will
.be insensible to. and incapable ofenioyingl
The world is mad, since wisdom itself is
madness"
"The world is mad the world is madI"
shouted forth his auditors, and the exclam-
alton was re echoed from different parts OF
the yard.
"Bchold that young mother, watching
by the cradle ihat contains her infant child.
In is midnight, and not a soul is near her.
She bends over him, gazes on his dimpled
cheeks. and kisses his ruby lips, while
tears of anguish flow from her eyes, Ian
ouid for the want OF sleep. 1t is the dead
hour of night, and her head has not yet
reposed upon her pillow. She has TRIM
med the lamp to guide the stray one to his
home: but it is useless, for themorning sun
will rise before he leaves the scene Of his
heartless debauchery. And yet she cIngs
with the fervency of pure affection to him
who has deserted her and her little babe,
who has srodden on her heart, and leaves
her TO want, suffering and shame. 1t is
written, eft thine eye offend thee pluck 1t
out and though he rs dearer to her than
hereyes. why tamper with a diseased mem
Der that is incurable, and, if not Topped off,
will bring her 10 an untlmely grave. The
scene is changed. Behold her now. She
is still alonein her chamber. Her face IS
Bent down IN her lap, and buried in her
hands. She Is still weeping What Is
that which lies stretched upon her bed be-
side her? It's the bud Of beauty that late
Nv she sprinkled with her tears, now as
pale as the lilly of the valley, and as
scnseless as the clod of the valley too.
Weep not. thou stricken one, for no re-
freshng shower will call the blossom forth
again. Il is dead, and she mourns her
loss in the bitterness Of soul--but where.
fore should she weepl The child has
gone to bliss; it would have been reared
10 misery and shame; it has died mspOt-
ted and in innocence, and yet she mourns
thatit was not reserved for "a life of polu-
ton and death Of guilt. She is mad, for
rather should her lips put forth the song Of
rejoicing that the innocent had been re-
moved, before 1t entered on the guilty
path of ITS father, or tasted Of the bitter
cup that It's mother quafed to the very
drogs. But say that fortune had strewed
It's path with flowers, Its course had been
as uuruflcd as the sunny stream that seeks
the waste of waters, and It's death as
the death Of the righteous. What
theul Is there any enjoyment in life to
compensate for the misery, even the most
prosperous are doomed to endure; any
knowledge that viii repay or the hnowl-
edge ofthe human race! Blessed are We
VINO die IN ignorance ofyour fellow beings,
since the good that flows from the purest
sources ofthe human heart Is bat as drop,
compared with the streams poured forth by
corrupted fountains; and who are saved
from tins knowledge, are as the husband
man who enjoys the harvest without having
toleG no the sun. Aad yet, they Who have
escaped from Il scene OF seli7hncss and IN
gratitude; who are removed from state Of
persecution and suffering, whose spirits re
turn TO HIS presence as pure aud unspoted
as he formed them, are mourned as # they
had lost instead of gained a world. The
world IS mad, the world IS madl" The
preacher ceased, and his auditors shouted
forth his last words. They were re-echoed
from distant parts of the yard, and evel in
the cells might be heard the the eXclama-
ton, "The world Is mad. the world IS
mad.' ! hurried away glad TO escape
from the wild scene TO the hustle of sOcIe-
ty-a change from one scene Of madness
TO another. have since often reflected on
the words orthe maniac, and am more than
hllCnclined to believe that I heard the
plain ruth spoken within the walls Of bed
lam. Il. p. S.
a shepherds dog, sent by Gen. Laiay
cite as a present to Mr.. Dickinson, the
proprietor Of the Sleubenville manuflctu-
ing establishment passed through this place
on the 2ithinst. He Is of the largest size
Of dogs, perfectly white, with face much
resembling that Of sheep, though his eye
was deeply sunk and looked fierce and
wicked. lie has a mortal aversion to
blacks, at which he barked continually as
they passed, probably having never seen
any until his arrival on our shores, Sc Deem
ing them the providers he was sent to at
tack. Phil pap.