Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1858-06-26


0pr Exchanges, North and South, East and
West. come TO US these last few warm days,
owfuy dull and stupid. The editors and the
ronorters saw they cant stand up under the ener-
,.o.;np influences OF % in the shade. The brain
roF,ses to do its wonted work and the only eff.
feet from trying to drive the jaded organs and
humps. is to elicit some unsightlY comment or
soreboding about the crops OF the commercial
orospec,s of the country There is season
isee the writings OF solomoW for everything;
time to work and time to playa time to laugh
and time to be sad (or no. to laugh, we forget
wbieSA We are clearly of the opinion that this
c,,use from King Soloinon'+ philosophical mcdE'
,a,ions ought so EXEMPT newspaper men from
the charge of dnlmess-althougb this hard I'M
reasonable, and exacting day and generation
of ours. must needs have its daily paper,
Hllctl to the rim with all that has been
done and said, tragic or comic while the
nublie has been mapping and INDUCING in
the shade. Just think of it; all these long days
and through these long nights, with ten inyriads
of small flies, bugs and pestiferous insects flying
in our eyes, blurring our pen points, trying to
tap out our gas lights, and annoying as in eve-
ry imaginable way, we are compelled to sit
and swelter and write until the croak of more
copy7' is heard no more.
Talking of cracks, reminds us that just at this
writing Gmidnight) there comes from under our
floor, or around about somewhere, continual,
dismal, gloomy sort of croak. We suspect that
it is cricket, or some such vampire, complain
ing to the genius OF darkness, and according to
a tradition much in vogue among old women of
color, calling down the una;hemasoftheg genius on
somebody's old clothes. We said that the crick--
ct was complaining that reminds us that
company of young men have just passed up
the street, humping as they went, on guitar,
a banjo, q something else, and singing about q
certain nightingale that sadly complained to
the NOON" We are precise as to the last five
words, SADLY complained to the moon," be-
cause the question presented itself to our mind,
as we stopped to listen, as to what the deuce
she the nightingale done that for. What
good, does anybody suppose, complaining tothe
moon, done her? It appears to us that such
performances as that of the aforesaid nighten-
gale, must have been in the "Poick's" eye
when he got off that idea about wasting sweet
ness on the desert air" In our opinion, it is a
clear waste of the law material of melody. If
she tthe nightengale) has got any cause of com
plaintiff she hath been wronged-jilted OF
abandoned by her liege lord-why don't she go
into court aud put herself upon her country
for justice, instead of taking on SO at such UNI
Seasonable hours in the night. All! we suspect
that it must be that because she, like the bal
Rnce of the ''female persuasion can't bear to
give over having grievance. Douglas Jerrold
said that a grievance was an indispensable arti-
Gle of household furniture for any female. She
might have duck" of husband, or Move"
of baby, and Jewel" of poodle dog, and
all that but if she hadn't grievance she wasn't
fixed at all. Douglas Jerrold was the man,
ladies, take notice, that wrote the, Gandle lee
lures, Well bet glass of lager, that bis wife
always knew where to find qgrieyance. Twas
very upfesling on the part of Jerrold, anyhow,
TO write such things about the ''fenale -persua'
sion. We only ring it in, in this connection,
to finish out this attempted paragraph about
the nightingale.
Moye 3S166lsof Ejfs.-Sone hntnbug. we dare