Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1853-01-04
A very Melancholy talk with Ben.


A very Melancholy talk with Ben.
Come when twilight ShaGes are fitting, Ben,
When the thoughtesS crowd have parted,
Where none but you and are sitting, Ben,
I'll sing Of the broken hearted.
Ills tale should be telling, Ben,
When only such as thou art nigh,
When the SOULS deep fountS are swelling
Alone beneath the evening sky.
She vas glorious creature, Ben,
As ever wandered from above,
And she bore in every feature,
The marks OF innocence and love:
Her eve beamed with the light of Heaven,
Ana, Ben, such music from her tongue y
Pm sure the angels must have striyen
To learn the melody she sung!
She knew not of the worlds deceit,
eve know its hollowneSS and woe, Benz,
Her bosom was blest retreat
For all that's beautiful below;
And like II wild bird ever singing
Within its OWE green forest home,
The gladnesS of her soul WAS ringing
- Where'er her fairy steps might Toam
She lOped, because her pulses beating
Kent time to loves impasSiOned tune,
And moved her thoughts, like waves retreating,
And flowing back beneath the mooni
She loved with that unchecked emotion
Which Shrines it's every hope and prayer
Upon it's altar of devotion,
10 bloom-or wither darkly there!
AS Jewels cast upon the ocean,
So soon to sink in all their brightness,
The priceless wealth of her DEVOTION
Was lavished on thing of lightneSs;
As round a tree all bleak and leafless
The tendrils of plant entwine,
Her hopes chung to thing so faithless,
They persisted on CSoken shrine!
Day after day she lost her gladness,
The rose hue faded fIom her cheek,
Its palor told tale of sadness
tale her lips would never speak
She whispered not murmur, Ben,
She spoke not of her cuTeleSS grief,
But calmly as the breath OF summer,
She persisted with the Autumn leaf!
Where naught but flowers are weeping, Ben,
The turf lies cold upon her breast!
The night-bird knows where she is sleeping,
And comes to sing her soul to rest!
Thus when twilight shades are fitting, Ben,
When the thoughtIesS crowd have parted,
When you and alone are sitting, Ben,
I'll sing of the broken hearted.
This is what we call the sentimental,
IT'S fit we change it to the complemental.
Our paper, some few months ago,
Put forth its virgin number,
Its advent made an older one
Awake from previous slumber!-
A Slumber of half score of years
Oh! reader, what pity
That such sleepy sheet should be
H The organ of our city.
1t used to be shabby thing
Presumiug on its age
TO gain it patrons 'mongst the folks
Despite Its stupid page.
ItwCuld' mt do, the people swore
Twas downright, arraRt "logy,"
or all the duilies that were known,
Twas the veriest, the ueriest Stogy!
Gun enterprise was then began,--
s., Encouraged by the press
With compliments from far and near,
And will be SO, guess.
But " let US sing, God sGpe The +" thing
The "TimeS, ''-and push it on,
And kindly mend its ancient face
Though it may EQUAL none.
In the wear that is past, had almost forgot,
There was one Mr.. Scott-one General Scott,
Who 1rns'nt elected. From the sound of gum
Or the sight of fight, he never would run
And with Pierce, such /" a son OF gum,
He made bad run, and Pierce, of course, wen,
But let us all hone that the New Hampshire man
Wild for Presidents we'll MS he can.
But see, there comes the cars,
ImpetuouS as Mars
Rushing to uattle
over the hills, and away through the wales
Bless us! what beautiful riding on rails!
What terrible rattle,
How it frightenS the cattle,
Who conclude its short work forlong tails!
Hurra, then, for Wheeling, my boys!
After years of hard fight,
She has triumphed completely,
And triumphed by right.
That great Bridge is still standing,
As It ever will stand,
Congress truly contending,
It's the pride of the land.
Here's a hand to you, Baltimore,
And by the same token,
May the bands which unite us
THE CARRIERS. E.
WHEELING, January /, 1858.
rTManyof the we'll known notes of ''F. NJ. the
Duke Of Wellington" are said to have been writ
ten by his secretary, Mr.. Grenyille' whose hand
writing resembled that of the Duke.