Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1845-10-27


bN ENlNG --Coniideuce is msepsrlble
irouihuman natir'; never was teuIper So re
served but IL llaStts moments Of intending
moments when the full heart unlocks its Sc
c'et fountains and tells OF emotions ullsuspec-
ted, and hitherto concealed by tho guarded
brow and practiscd lip. Now, of all times
aud places calculated Tor confidence. there il
no time like evening, no place like sitting
over the fire.
Much may b. sld in favor of long walk
IN favor OF = summer twilight; the heart opens
To the sol, influences of the lovely hour; but
those very influences distinct Us from our
selves. The eye is caught by the presence of
The beautiful; the violcts, halt hidden in the
long grass; branch of hawthorn, heavy with
Its fragrant load: a cloud OF which the crimson
shadow lingers--these are too fair to be pass
cd by unnoticed; they take us from our dis
course with half UNCONSCIOUS delight
Moreover, before the calm and s,lbduing as
poets OF fature, human cares feel their own
vanity; TIE lullng music ot leaves stirred only
10y the gentle wind, enters into the SOUL and
the sweet, deep dawn breath brings its own
tranquility. Passionate and present indeed,
must be the despair that rcsists the harmony
OF such am hour; but the quiet chamber and
the secluded hearth have am atmosphere of
another kind. The objects around us have
been seen so often, that at last they have be-
come, as 1T were, unseen, their familiarity
does not carry out of ourselves, for all their
associations are our own. They remind us
oil hOtli'ng III winch we are not the principal
actors; II they call up the image of a friend
they call up our own alSo not chair nor a
table but has some link with our by-gone
hours. Here we read modifying the thoughts
oil Others with our own; there we wrote--and
how much is implied in that little phrase
how the whole world of inward existence
passes before us, willie putting only small
portion oi 1t on paper. With how much is
ever letter combined, whether Of hns;Iess or
! auction! ihe room is filled with the ghosts
u departed hours, often unnoticed and UNI
numbered; but when recalled by some chance
circumstance, how vivid and how distinct do
'hey rise upon the memory. IL. +. L."
" AilSER.-A correspondence of the New
lork Journal OF Commerce relates the fol
lowing; San old man died last summer in
faris, at the advanced age of eighty-iive, who
was perfect miser. lie came TO Paris, ac-
companied by his son, about three years since
IN The most AFFECT state of poverty. They
depended entirely upon the charity of their
hclghbors for subsistence, and were in the
daily habit OF begging from door To door for
something TO support them. One OF the
nelghbors, having missed seeing the old men
Tor few days, went III search of him. and
found him inst breathing his last in misera-
bic howell, destitute OF every necessary. He
was lying on a heap of straw in one Garner OF
the hut without any covering. In the same
place was his son, about sixteen years old,
with scarcely "a rag to cover him, crying most
piteously. On asking the reason, he said that
ms iather had been without any food for more
than two days, and that he had not sous to
purchase any. Observing near the straw
large ron bound chest, h9 inquired what il
contained The son replicdlthat his father
had told him il was full Of iron. lie then
proposed selling il, and having procured a
key, they opened it; but what was their aston
lshment on finding it filled with gold pieces
tuv;,".s of Louis w instead OF iron, amount
ing in all to one hundred a,l fifty thousad franc
$3.50 ,000) 1t was supposed the old man
had accumulated this large sum by begging
Ills son became almost insane on the receipt
oil this fortune, but he amply rewarded the
neighbors who had assisted him.
DEPRAvITY!-The following exquisite
sample of the Rev. Sydney Smiths humor is
afforded by correspondent of The Boston
Atlas We have never read any thing better
of the queer Canon a St. pauls:
My last contained some account ofmy visit
TO Niagara Falls. Henceforward, believe |
shall date every thin. aud event from the time
before and after having stood ON Table Rock.
BUtl refrain from scntimentalizing, or even
TALKING more er this subject, lest become
/ like the gentleman who had such passion
Tor the North Pole that he could talk OF moth
ing else. This. by the way. involves an anec.
dote Of Sydney Smith, which may be worth
mentioning whilst think of it.
The gentleman referred to had aS many
middle aged and elderly gentlemen have, a
hobby-hs was the North Pole. You could
not start subject which he would not, bs
some ingenious device or other, bring TO beal
on the object of his attention. lie read little
excepting the history OF Arctic voyages, ant
the lives of Polar navigators-in short, Sc
bored every one, who came near him, almos
to death by his continual harping on one string
On ii certain evening he was alta party Of
which the facctious. Canon of ST Paul's form
ed one. Mr.. B., as usual, commenced rid
ing his pole, and so persevering did he bore
gentleman near him witlrit, that the torment
/ ed man, in an agony of irritation, exclaimed
TO the wonder and horror of Mr.. B, dam.
the North Pole!" Shocked beyond measure
such blasphemy, he sat silently and sullenly
when he was observed by Sydney Smith, wlC
1 inquired what allied him. ''Why," said Mr.
! B, in reply" Mr. so-and-so has behaved
abominably, sir. What do you think be hu
dOncF'
Don't know,--he's bad enough for any
| thnIg;" was Smiths answer. "What was it
pTayl"
"Why," said Mr.. B, lifting up his eye
I in horor--'he damned the North Polel'
OH said Mr.. Smith, "never mind him
its sad way he's got. Do you know, Mr. I
- and here Sydney Smith, with look o
I pious horror depicted ON his countcnance, ex
/ claimed, SOIo Uoce; edo you know, sir, that
few hours ago | actually heard him speak dis
respectfully OF the Equator"
CAPT. TAYLoRS SUBMARINE EX
/ PERTINENT. Captain Taylor, who has beer
actively employed in Sub Marine science 70
some time past, made a number of interesting
experiments on Friday, from on board tn
schooner Spitiire, lying off the Battery. ii
company with another gentleman, Capt Tay
lor descended in diving ben, in about sever