Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1858-10-23

SATURDAY. MORNING, OCTOBER %, '5S.
s, CURnENT L1rpnA4rRE--7 q Atlantic MONTE.
ly'' and ..RaieksrbocEer" .fo,. Noven6sr-We
have before us, by1yestenday,s mails, copies Of
the Atlantic Monthly and the Knickerbocker
AagaEines-two choice numbers Of two choice
periodicals. We have stopped of a while from
our news reading and news paragraphing
to look through them. A poem from the first
named magazine will be found on our fourth
page, which is very beautiful and chaste pro.
duction. The Atlantic has some capital papers
among which is one detailing visit to the
er-landlady of the whtlom '.Antocrat Of the
Breakfast table The landlady tells how she
ID beset with curious people all the day long
running in to see the place at the table where
tho AutOcrat and the School Mistress (whom he
married) used TO sit. The visitors make many
inquiries about the famous couple and the land
lady seems to have got her story about tho
two very pat, indeed, judging from the way she
runs it of to the reporter" We think we
shall try and find room for something from the
landlady in day or two.
"Old Knick"- the -Knickerbocker is hmil.
iarly called by its numerous devoted readers, is
the same old readable production that it always
was. No, not exactly the same either Old
Knick is now inits fifty second year and by
this time it has endeared itself to thousands of
hearts among the second generation of those
who first learned to read aud love it. The duty
of subscribing to it anew and looking over the
old bound volumes of. it, has become a sort of
hereditary feeling with many. We remember
Old Knick, far back in the beginning of our re.
membrane of anything. We call to mind how
we used to see new number of it each month,
on theleaf of a stand on which there mere nee.
dies, spools, lump Of beeswax, little basket
with frils, rufieS, laces and fringes and all the
paraphernalia of womens' work in it. On the
first page of tive still see the inevitable cut of
the man in the chair--pen in hand, looking as
much like George Washington as ever. Dear
old chap, tnay your shadow never grow less!-
Srhe chest, the cat, the pictures and the brown
mug too, are there as of old. Long may they
wave as the fourth of July orators say. The
Editors table was always the great forte of sold
Knick." Such times as we used to have read
ing what precocions children said. cold
Knick" used to love to gather up from his i'm
mense correspondence, curious remarks of chill
dren about God, angels and devils Some of
them used to be the oldest things immaginable
Every woman in the country seemed to watch
the developments Of her favorite hopeful, as
special reporter for Old Knick. When
reader "a mother) of Old Knick had smart
child to die-waste away perhaps, she of
course wrote something about it to Old KnicE,
telling him what strange and unusual visions
the child usedto have; how it talked passing
strange, as it.neared tho valley and shadow of
death, about beautiful and radiant scenes be-
yond the vision the sin.steeped souls of grown
people Some Of these contributions were very
touching-telling tales. of inexpressible grief.
Stilllater We call to mind those cup riysr' let
ters-w written by somebody, we forget who, but
we think heils dead. They were model, letters.
The writer used to chant the praises of country
life in amanners that was much more enchanting
TO us than the Chem irksome bucolics of Old
Virgil. Thoseawho read the sup river letters,
we suppose will never forget them. It seems
to US their genial glow would makes man bet
ter for life.
Thus much for the antecedentsof 'Old Knick.
The present number opens with paper upon q
subject on which We had something to say the
other day-viz: Rev. Eleazer Williams-'sthe
Bourbon who never reigned, " as he is called In
the paper before us. This is very readable
account of the good Indian. Missionary Preten-
sions and claims to the French throne-butlike.
all,other accounts, throw no certain light on
what On our opinion) will ever remain as great
mystery as the authorship of Junius. The
author concludes his account of Williams life
and death thus: aa8
Taking for granted that Louis XVII, and
Eleazar Williams are the same individual we
have an impressive token of the fate that awaits
kings. Their crowns must fall at the feet of.the
democracy; they must descend to the condition
of plebeians, accept their lot share their for.
tune, and pursue similar ayocations. Such was
Mr.. Williams career. The throne Of the Bour-
sbOls has passed, not merely from the son of
leaving his story valuable only as matter Of
historical verify; but honors less transit6ry we
trust, are reserved for the devoted missionary-a
throne ofeelestial glory in the eternal spheres.
There are some beautiful and quaint little
snatches aud fragments Of poetry in.the pres
ent number. Here is one called "Goihg to
Rests" -
Let your hearts be troubled not for her,
That her trials are over.pASt.