Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1853-12-28
WINE eaylord CLARK.

A Philadelphia correspondent OF The Knicker-
bocker, writesss tollows: N.Y.
81 loved Wills ylord Clark; aud " you will
pardonsa bit Of personal hisioF want y tell you
ofmy d ST inteIvieW with 0lldpod, simply becau1s
love 10 recall his elegance and lealty, and his
high sense of courtesy and justice. .zsz;s
In 1898 OF III was the greerest country BOY IN
the county of Bucks in Pennsylvania, where dee
caying Quakerism, laying run its principles lnto
preiuL ices and It's faith TO traditions, was preach
ing crus lde of the Spirit against reason. Sub
lstitutug EUdeness for piannessI and ignorance Tor
innocence, it hal sucG: sled in transforming the
rustcity intONulgafitys and an popping that laua
with set OF rellgionisis IN nom husulY 10 arr
and the cultivation Of beauty had become chronic.
Inthe very locusof such conditions Twas born and
lived; aud so did Tom Hicks, We went 10 the
same school; foughtsach othet's hattlest .ap
nles together; stoned the same pigs and yowet 10
thrash lie same schoOllnaster when we SCOT TO be
man, But Tom was born artist, and he had
home affections and indusnceSs3 10 was cast ina
lower mould OF character and talent and@as also
moor devil of an orphan, always using poor devil
in the idi6matic, not In theproiane sense. Tom
used to do the painting aud drawing on tie slate,
aud did the Thyming. i called him Benjamin
West; he reciprocated by tyins me Matter Scott.
All! he hos yindsat bis claim to the titled have
vet to do; aud grogn with the apostles 'How am
| straitened till it be accomplished "a s gaa III
| Tom went away, l remained. He escpped the
conditiops;I embodied them. He was the only
boy ever loved, being myself girl, all but the
| sex. IOVeQ lllklG NY
like heaven; or an omnibus. never full; yet re-
taiu my love tor rom, although he has out grown
me. sgysfSr Syr .s.gg
/ Sol was propelled through youth, by the out
side pressure of falls conditions, and inward rlot oil
a nature glowing like the ESp PICS; and these con-
vsEgins forces kept me IN peipetual 'splnrounp
in their internal focus, somewhat on tie principal
| OF recreating water wheel t5 set-
| From the midst of these outwards, once OIL a
time went to see Willis Gaylord Clark then ed.
Iitor OF the philadelphia Gdsette. remember the
| clothes wore and how arranged and brushed
them to take off the country, but 1T would stick to
1 them. Thatagra linsey- woosey coat; made ca
pacious TO invite growth, with huge pockets outside
| for chesnus and apples; and thick woven Inlttens,
| trowsers ofithe same materially, Fougrinside as
| Fasp 10 promote counter Imitation and dilute The
blood, made of ample dimensions with tucks, so
as to last for Sundays two winters, and lor 'con-
mon indefinitely; a waistcoat sone@h short but
wide to compensate, with staring brown hgures
/ big and bold, as compromise with the gravity OF
the color; connections hide boots, heavy aud hob
| nailed, emitting compound odor OF leather ana
grease hen near the ire; wool hat OF aspiring
1 crown and dmlnutivs brlm, aud shilling cotton
| bandana, TO display on occasions OF Emotion.
So alfred, Invent to the city of Brdtherly Love,
with forty pairs of chickens, six turkeys, "nd two
i on ISsumS, (the latter haTpooned i'll the hen-rooSt
with the pilch-fork, and their LarcaSses otherwise
contraband, be soldt Jay IorthsiE depTedatons)
Il this ployender to sell on account of my guardian,
aud poem in those trowser. pockets 10 exhibit on
@ o. l. 3
Ito the best advantage either, fer the poem and MIR.
i Clark were in my mind. called at the Office, in
CURED fortbs editor, stated that my business was
tsneISonal aud private, and was uShered into the
sancium, amid tue smiles of clerks and others. r.
Mr.. CLARK was alone, and deeply absorbed; and
there was /, in the presence Of u zeal live poet.
slid quietly On 10 half the nearest chair, hudIng
my wool hat between my knees, and the Gandanna
in my,hdnd, trembingly awaiting him-to look up.
He did so in q few moments and tile penslye, al
most melancholy beauty of his face ihtup with
faint smile as he saw the rustic appartion. Twas
all eyes, for there sat the man who edited "our pa
per- and writ tie yersss lad cried over IN The
barn and in the corn field and Tiled to llIltnlSs OIL
Sunday mornings when our folks had gone TO
lchurch. My earnestnrsS, ! suppose, interested
him. He did not laugh, as ieared, but gently
said: i'a 49," 'a a-t4 - -. A -
.Do you wish 10 see me, sir7"
4 said 'Yes." And / trembIed, and my eyes
IGIed in spite of myself. "I came 10 ask your adj
!. vice about some verses that have written"
''You write verses do your he said pleasantly.
$ anu added: alt is poor business" ssa :. 81
. ''Nut if could write such as yours" replied.
!, "Perhaps you may" said he. ''Allow ine 10
, see yours. w hat do you call them!" ~
'''rhe Home oil the Poels,' said !, handing hIm
the papers: lit was the substantial oOlscap, well
i ltunb!ed.< LsE
s.Poets have no home on earth,'' he said; and
the terrible pathos thrilled me like an arrow
: II have made their home in heaven" ! said,
"and have given them superior place, iotl think
:
ever sphere they attain TO-
He looked at me steadily a, moment, and then
read the poem of thirty verses twice over, during
which watched his face, so pale, with such deep
ines of thought and suffering; nature SO pure;y
emotional forced into sphere wholly executive,
fitted to dream and glow, but Compelled TO work
and suffer, until my heart went out to him at
bound. Finishing the poem, he SAID:
''hIy young friend, Nature made you a poet;
there's no denying that; and it will puzzle man 10
unmake you. rllgive you ten dollars for this,
and publish it, 81
'''rhank you,'' said /, as wellas could. 81 do
II not want to publish it, Then he handed me
i some of his own manuscripts, which read,
and passed a never 10 be forgotten hour or
two with him. Irecur to It always with the gieat-
est pleasure: il was so noble in him to receive a
green gawkey boy, and read his crude rhymes
/ And a thousand times since when tue ''pronise"
OF life has tnrned to ashes, and the victory seemed
not worth the battle, have REQUIRED TO that IN
i terylew aud resolved to struggle. llelt MI Clark,
threw the rhymes into my desk with hundreds OF
others, plunged into commerce and retorm, gEadu-
ated through Quakersm TO some spiritual laith, hut
rejected and disIelieyed my gift Of poesy (scarce-
~ believe it now:) but occasionally look back TO
Mr. Clark's generous words, and tue rhYming in
pulse carries me otI of ''tIade and tumulr' TO the
sweet, still places, far inward and uPwaId.
Mrs Partington's Last.
J. ~, J,...r