South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1836-01-16

fingered tDeF6. he cnquireQ not dIbS
the honors he had won-the rank tt
!. which he had attained-he thought no
of the elevation to which he had beer
raised by the exercise Of his talents
the statements views, the politician,
cares were all forgotten--and memory
whilst it fingered around the portals Of
| life, dwelt upon scenes endsared by
recoIlections connected with the kind
lly charities of,he heart, the social re-
lations Of society aud all those endear.
ing ties which connected it with hons
and friends.
! In no light does the character Of
Burke display itself to better advan-
tage, or more strongly grasp our inter
est and affections, than when we view
! it, in connection with those thrilling
passages 10 the life of this great man.
in which his love as a parent shone
forth with so much constaucy and lus-
tire. We leave, with him, not only
Without regret, but with pleasure, the
intellectual trlumphs he was every day
gaining in the British legislature. TO
seek the philosophic retirement Of his
country seat, where, with his books
and his son, he spent his leisure hours
in the calm enj syment of cul,iyating
mind which he hoped to assimilatc 10
bis own, aud over which he nevei
ceased to exercise a watchful guardian
ship. Doubtless, he thers ofen cas-,
a glance downward upon the strife and
turmoil be had left, and in which he
was accustomed to naingle. Doubtless,
he there p|umed his wings for those
Eagle flights which he sometimes took,
after he had descended into the polit-
ical arena, and from which he rose al.
ways sublimely But the seelusion
Of his home-the shutting out Of the
world from his thoughls-ths snjoy-
msnt Of domestic happiness--tAis to
him was felicity, which he could no.
gain, with all his fame,all bis eioausncs,
all his honors, away from his owe
doors and his own frssidss.
II would almost seem that public
men, ia devoting themselves to public
affairs, voluntarily deprive themselves
Of most Of the sweet enjoyment Of life.
And how often do We see them, even
in the midst of life and health, and the
successful prosecutions OF their plans,
look back with regard upon the scenes
Of their younger and better days, aud
sigh for their loss. In this present,
they have not m equivalent for what is
past, and they cannot look forward to
the future with that complacency they
desire. and with that prospect Of sat--
isfaciion they covet. How often, sick.
ened and disguised, do they halt in the
race Of ambition, and leave the strife
to other competitors
After all, the "private station" If it
be not the "post OF honor" is the con-
dillon of true happiness. There is
found refuge and relief, which can no
where else be found. There does the
wanderer, after years Of vain search
elsewhere, at last return, like the prod
igal son who had sirayed from his ia
theirs house. There, when health and
strength, and life itself, are wasting a
way, do the thoughts centre, the affec.
tons cluster, and the memory cling,
luntil death closes the scene, and tends
| the strange eventfu| history"
Ale1. Gaz.
Three reasons for not lending. -
"Holloa, Bill lend US your penknifs p
81 can't--I haven't got any Besides,
] want to use it myself"
I The following paragraphs are taken
from the confession of Cowen, who was
lately executed in Cincinnati, Ohio, for
numbering his wife and two infant Chill
dren.
READEg-Beware of the bowl !!
There is a madness in it. Its accused
poison was my earthly ruin and, rsa.
der avoid it as you value your earthly
aAd eternal peace. Let not its unhal.
lowed touch pollute your lips. With
all your pride ofreason-wilh all your
strength of self conhdence-it will steal
upon you, like the charming serpent
and sting you. Never permit your.
self within its fascinating influence
Let no excuse of private griefs drive
| you to seek consolation ia the bottle
My crimes, my miserable fate, may
teach you how poor is the consolation
| it yieIds.-When doubtful of the afrec
lion and virtue Of my wife, I sough,
relief from my misery in the bar Of tn,
I grog~ shop, and in the excitement o
the billiard room. only became more