Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1852-08-30
NUMBER I
DAILY INTELLIGENCER.
n1oNDAY,AUGUsTIs 80; 1859. {
A BcnutifuI Skctch

The KnickerbockeE, for August. says very ap-
proprately that smany an oyer-praised novel, in
these latter days, does not possess half the natural
ness and true feeling of this little sketch:"-
s'Sarcastic people are wont to say, that poets
dwell in garrets, and simple people believe it
And others, neither sarcastic nor simple, send them
up alof, among the rubbish, Just because they do
not know what to do with them down stairs and
tamong folks and so they class them under the
head ofrubbish, and consign them to the grand re-
ceptacle of dilapidated thas been,' and despised
sused-to-be's,' the old garret. ill -,
b The garret is to the other apartments Of the
homestead what the adyerb is to the pedagogue in
parsing: everything they do not know how to dis
pose Of is consigned to the list Of adverbs And it
Is for this precise reason that we love ganes; be-
cause they do contain the relics of the old and
past-souvenirs of other and happier and simpler
times.
y They have come to build nhouses now-a- days
without gauets. Impious innoyationl ,5y1s- IN Il
You man of bronze and bearded like the pard,'
who would make people believe if you could,
that you never Were "a toddlin' wee thing,' that
you never wore rifle dress or ingled rattle
box with infinite delight; that you never had
mother, and that she never became an old woman,
and wore caps and spectacles, and may be took
snuff i1go home once more, after all these years of
| absence, all booted and whskered, and six feet
high you are and let go up the stairs togeth
er, in that old fashioned gaet, that extends from
gable to gable, with its narrow oval windows, with
La spiders-web of sash, through which steals %
dim religious Light upon a museum of things un-
! nameable, that once figured below stairs, but
were long since crowded out by the Vandals of
| these modern times. 5s.1ss1 "f'ils@Si Hsili. I.
The loose boards of the floor rattle somewhat as
they used to do-dont they? when beneath your
little patterng feet they clattered aforetme, when
Of rainy day, mother wearied with many;tongue
importantly, granted the Let us go up to the gar
ret andplay.' And play? Precious little play
have you had since, well warrant, with your looks
of dignity and your dreamings of ambition,
Here we are now in the midst Of the garret.
The old barrel-shall we rummage ita Old files
Of newspapers dusty, yellow, little tattered!
'Ts the Columbian STAR How familiar with the
Letters or papers for my fatherP And these same
Stars, Just damp from the press, were carried one
by one from the freside, and perused and preser,
we'd as they ought to be. Stars? Damp3 All?
many star has set since then, and many a new
tufted heap grown dewy with rain that fell not
from the clouds. ,f{, ,,qr r ,y,t,z,,I2 AZ t,.g5a
Dive deeper into the barrel-There! A bundle,
up it comes, in cloud of dust. t Old 3Almanacs,
by all that is memorable! Almanacs, thin-leayed
ledgers of time going back to-let us see how far:
1884,, 1S3-, 182-,-before our time-1S07, when
our mothers were children And the day-book-,
how blotted and blurred with many records and
many tears. a.i-as ai.- 10 es5iiNi 94l !f3' J
There you have hit your head against that beam.
Time was, when you ran to and fro beneath it, but
you aIe to it now, by more than the latitude
of copine.' That beam is strewn,with forgotten
papers of seeds for next years sowing; distaff,
Wilu ooAuC lew uuA lClLdllllH5b ehiooe
in .crevice ofithe rafters overhead; and tucked
away there close under the caves is 'the little
Wheel that used to stand by the fire in times long
gone. Its sweet low song has ceased; and perhaps
perhaps she drew those faxen threads-but nev-
er mind-you remember the line, don't your
tHer wheel at rest, the matron charms no more.'
Well, let that pass. Do you see that little
craft careened in that dark corner? It was red
once; twas the only casket in the house once,
and contained a mothers jewelssGiT The old red
CRADLE, for all the world! / And you occupied it
once: aye great you are, twas your world once,
and over it the only horrizony beheld, bent the
heaven of mothers eyes, as you rocked in that
little barque of love, on the hither shore oftime-
Thy a mothers love, to another s heart. ts!I
And there, attached to two rafters, are the ag-
ments Of an untwisted rope. Do you remember
it, and what it wasfor, and who fastened it therea
| Twas fthe childrens' swing You are here in
deed, but where are NELLY and CHARLEY? There
hangs his little cap by the window, and the little
red frock she used to wear. crown is resting on
his cherub brow and her robes are spotless in the
| better land. 0sutRani 100 10 !'iut54saq lHf 80