Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1858-10-20

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- Where the willow waves,
There e. the faded leaves are falling
Falling onsthe gravel
Bend ye low and catch the whisper, os,',Tssi i.5
Of the falling leaf;
Every one is sadly saying p
Il Mans life iS brief!n 4.a5 j Il & rs
Yes, these falling leaves of Autumn
Asad- lesSoniteachf; a-
y In their silence, speaking louder "
Than DiYines can preach ss <
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MR.. BLIFKINs' EcONoMY. e
''Mr Blifkins," says my. wife, "our kitchen
needs painting ''Qoes it, my dear? Well,
then, need it must; for I assure you, Mrs. BliE-
kins, that the accr0ing dimes donot warrant the
outlay at PRESENT. L saw that,ste was unhap. =
py, and knew that she would not relinquish her I
point .M:: Blifkins. u said she, a few days
thereafterl 81 shaSe.thought ofan. expedient by
which we can have our kitchen painted Her I
face wassllghted up with an expression thati it .
so seldom wears as she spoke. She. is a great
woman for expedients, this same Mrs. BifkiDs.I
''You can dOitsyoursel(!'' continued she; touch.e
ing. me with the point of her foretinger in the
region OF my fourth. vest button. "a dollar
saved, said she still further, sis as good. as a
dollar earnedHyou know" Hooked with ad-5
miration that twonderful specimen of her sex,
as she said this, and "allowedi t(as the Western
people say)to myself, as an economist she had !
very moment were her shoulders covered bya
sort OF monkey jacket, made ofsone of my worn
out coats, and apair of galligaskins had assumed Z
the form of a BASQUE, and were worn bY al iuven.
lie BlifkIns.ay'.Y Your suggestion,n said tony
wife, lis good one, aud. Tomorrow shall deYel-
Top new phase in my character. l will turn
artist, and, give5the world evidence ola TALENT
that needed but the Promethean spark ofneces.
|sitys to draw it out. will getpots and brushes
and Michael Angelo, Raphael, SalvatOTi Rosa, and
Claude Lorraine shall yield the palm to 3lifkins.'t
Mrs B, was delighted. MIR. Bill fkins, y said my
wife in the night as was getting intosa solid
nap, you'd bettcr make itFpale green" 'tDo
what2" said 4, starting up, forgetting alabout
the painting The paint, I, replied she, I am
afraid that used some expression ofspleen that
wassunworthy of me. 1 turned over try to
sleep again. e MI. Blifkins," said my wife,
don e you. think, the "indow o sis would
look better some other. color2" s.Any color
you please, my dear," said /; "but let Us
dismiss the subject from present discussion.p--
But Twas all night dreaming ofiny undertaking.
No roseate liues mingled wi my sleeping FAM
cles, fraught with the odors of celestial bowers;
but paint pots Sere piled III py yranids about me
brush handles, like boarding pixies, encoun--
tered everywhere, and lllaipops smell of raw
paint almost sutfQcated me. ,s.,,7 -.
II was up with the lark $ and ! after breakfast
went down7to sBriste, the painters, to procure
my paint, That eminent professor of art tmixed'
me two pots ofthe night FaTticle, Of hnes that
were OF a satisfactory shade, and went home
with eiPations of the most character.
sAir Blitkins, said my wife, you have dreadful
! ly daubed your pants With phi aintstrange that
lyou should be soscareless.H Sure enough3eon
both sides, had bestowed impartial donations
lofthe adherng color. The pants were new, and
| had congratulated yself on their beinga won
derful fit, This was encouragement Mr..
Blifkins, said,my wife, you'd better put on an
old pair. have always boasted Of my ability 1
to competeSwith any body in the particular prop
Ierty known as old5clothes. I3kne@ that the
I.decayed fashions of many years hung by their
ALLOTTED pegs in the closet; which had been face,
tionsly denominated the wardrobe. and, ,hastehi i
ed to procure the garment desired. In the
name of all the tribes of Israeli where were the
blturated teguments that for years had met my
preston was that they had taken to their own