Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1853-04-11

"VoupNAx SP.AE That TKEE''-THlNGs PAST
1SD PREsExr.-The axe of executive demolition,
welded by our City Fathers, was on Saturday
laid at the roots of some half dozen large locust
trees growing in the midst of the pavement on
Water street, Just below office, where, says the
Oldest inhabtant, they have braved the storms for
more than FIVE and twenty years. We remember
those trees long ago-aot so very long, either, when
we come to think OF il; we are bachelor, and don't
like to say exactly hOU loug-when that part of the
town was aSquet as tombStoneS in twilight; when
at the old, half fallen down, moss covered stone
wall that used to be at the lower wharf, the occa-
sional landing Of steamboat made echos strange
ly loud; when there was plenty OF room, without
the fear of offending or beast, to fly our kite,
made out Of Mr.. MCreary's Tr-weekly Gazette,
all dotted over with strange pictures, and which
we always stoutly wagered flew higher than any
other boys kite, and, hang the trees, could now
almost exult in their downfall for the unutterable
agony which they caused us once upon time,
when our kite, in its highest flight, suddenly
swoOping downwa:ds, caughtin the sharp branch
es of the trees thus ending its flying glories amid
the jeerS of exulting competltorS-not an napt il
lustrahon of many visionary mortal who GOES
htng through the world. In faith, we remember
quite distinctly tile black eye and scratched nose we
got under those same trees in defending our svest-
ed nghr' in "bully white alley'' won by six as
good shots as ever knocked marble from "bast."
a plague upon the mad rogue who was our antag-
onlst! handful of hair was the only trophy of our
proves he left US. "Poor Toms cold now,
he fel with his amor on, where the battle storm
swept madly against his breast, though not before
The steel OF the retreating foe caught his diving
glance.
Ihs spot, now so noisy, used to be very, very
quiet IN the days we speak of. Then the chirp of
agFaSshopper could be distinctly heard, and the
very olankness of the solitude COMPELLED lis to
WONDER when we got tired making tunnels in the
SAND bank, whyit was that strange insect which
sings on the locust trees, always sang most dole
July when the leaves were scar and yellow with
Decay and why it was when one who left the
world with the dew of chidh God fresh upon her
neatt tile IIsitIof whose deep, blue eyes went ont
one A1tumnal eve just as the sun was making the
.O'Ase almost as nch as her golden ringlets, that
fnPS Inr,
,'' l0ns ulneatter, the purple mlss f the val
4e' wore more melancholy hue, and the waves 40
lucy Kissed The pebbles along the shore, murmured
tnOfe pialnhvely than they had ever murmured he
.O's' nut the spot is very much changed since
'"en' aud SO are those we speak of. MANY br;ybt
eyes nave grown dim, many warm hearts have
"'OIu' and all have imbbed the silfsh, CRASH
t.s ways oil the world. Well, be it so. The loss
&c" blessings are not replaced by others. The
-p0' IL Is Uue' IS changed, but what have we
e-ae"' 1tound then sold by the lot and rod.
F'e'''us hard 1t was to sell at that now II
Se''S AZ nandfeds of dollars per foot. The old IA
II, aces LluSt come down, there's no other wav
Heeu Out look out Of our Office donr to he con-
,s-a ssu .nA' the crowd oflfe andmerchandize that
'a'OnsS the whaFfto its very verge, and is confirm
"' 'uSulns to and fro, puts brains and shins in
OIL coming in collision with those sturdy
80. a"u there too, comes the mighty "Iron
,'O'Se' looking for all the world as if he meant
" UOn.lnue on daShing up street finginp The
AeeS aside with the breath of hi, nostr;,s
49, mounting OlIiow filings its foam up 10 the
a .' And here too, is the majestic Union Line,
~" eo'o's floating proudly to the breeze.
,on ~ sae 00a'S alone stretching its huge length
'Oue as much space as that of the old wharf and
I"'"'uueS OF other steamers. and danots ri
cars and ponderous rolling mills. flrowd.
rs rs ' a"u teaenlng away past the very spot where
ssel 10 ooO Tor tadpoles and hide in perfect Sc
.saa ' , nom tue schoolmaster! Down with the old
aess men, grub them up by the root and be sure
md w s"pyOufe busy tread over their graves
a+ NC sure 10 keep sharp look out for the frien
Oan0s who are stretchin; their arms across -
nj, IT,. ana peefng over thehlls from PENN wa
then ' you may take hold oftheir hands an. helm
nmn, over to Join in the mighty mar CHI Of vouf ri.
pLs-oe sure of this, or the ,tarnol oid ,,sa.