Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1859-12-24
Saturday Morning; Dec. "a, 1859.

Saturday Morning; Dec. "a, 1859.
TIE day, in all the year, of the most
merry "reminiscences, and of its most sad
reflections, is Christmas. 1t is one of those
marked stages in the circle of Times race
course, when we hurrying passengers are
allowed O little while to think; or, rather,
are forced by.recurrencesan and associations,
too strong to be resisted, Ito let memory
out, free to wander back amongst nll the
events of varying progress. In years
time there are but few lives that are free
from acts that are to be regretted, and
there are few.lives which in that time have
not some of the bitternesses, thnt,are part
of every life, mingled with them. There
mnstalways then, in the'burdep::of memory
at such times, be something Of sadness
2 Still, as there is no life whithshos not
some happiness in it, there must be rcmi-
nisccnccs Of glNdness, too. After all, per-
haps, these arc the most numerous, and
therefore Christmas is more day of re-
ioicing and congratulation than of lamcn-
tation. If reflection is tinged with dark
ness, III is all we'll for US that We, do not
or cannot drive the sad coloring away =
Under the cloud vision of goodness and
beauty is to be revealed. III the very gall
of sadness there is always a vein of exqui-
site sweetness and rare healthfulness.
We do not wish to conjecture of those
incidents, .out of which memory will
wiring anguish The fathers sorrows
aud tho mothers sorrows will be revived,
and let US not anticipate them or try TO
give them poignancy. Heartily we wish
that no tear may Eall-but We know
that many will fall We wish too that
the Christmas chimes may sound merry
in every car,-but we know that to
some they will sound notes swelling
with mournfulncss.
Who over read the ain Memoriam,'' of
Tennyson, can scarcely let Christmas
pass without recalling those passingly
beautiful stanzas, beginning
@wlth trembling fingers did wa weave
The holly rouni tho Christmas hearth:
A rainy cloud possessed the Garth,
And sadly fell on Christmas OYe"
aud ending
SRiao happy morni rise holy moral
Draw f0rththe cheerful day from night;
0, Fatherl touch the east, and light,
Tho light that shone whom hope was born"
The last verse quoted reminds us of the
great event which has given the nnniver-
sary of Christmas such distinguished ce-
lebrity. The first Christmas day was the
blessedost day that ever dawned upon the
human race. 1t may, indeed, then be joy
ously remembered. While to all it brings
its mingled memories of sorrow and glad
ness, rising above all these it brings to the
Christian the one happy remembrance of
world saved.
The following "Christmas uymu," by
the late Judge R. T. Conrad, of Philadcl-
Phia is so beautiful and SO well timed that
we give it entire. 1t speaks the very soul
of the Christians Christmas joy:
Where, where Is he! Thus spakO the sSsSs
The Kns.So 6o eiHso Rock osS% Of s age.
Who htthOr led US with hs start
Where Is tho King: But, START rsaken.
They searched the palace halls in vain;
That star OF hope its light was breaking
Der q low hut ON BethlChem's plain,
They EaW-rSjoteed-and knclt before him;
And Was 1t strange that thus they bowed,
When Gods own star 6OamnE DER him,
And Angel anthems hymned aloud!
no God DO Eloryi' Spirit voices,
In IeNvSn attuncl, now thrill tho eNrth
aud peace to meni" THUS HORvsn rejoicOa
Over the ManGOd's humble birth.
Joyi Fer our orb'a eclipse Is oyOrl
81 Joyt Earth ETOWs green in Heavens own brOnth ;
With Faith around and Love above her,
Hope to the hopslesS-bliss to DEATH
JOyI Joyl With angel voices ringing
Over the earth can earth be de1dI
Let praise, and prayer, and joy, upspriuSinE
Prom world saved, the glory spread
Joy. For tho hlthful shalt not perishl
Christ lives to save died to RIOnO;
But, let this truth each bosom cherish;
aR SAVES THE rcRR IN HxNRr, ALoXE!