Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1859-07-28
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SAINT NIcKALAs lHoTTEr,, july % 1890
H@0ytHrS Of tie Sunday Times
Doorln the recent oyerheted term. r racoo,,o,. : .
ated my broken sperrits with semi-oclra shi,a1
Eusncs inter the rooral testricts, and it dun me
good The ottal dust of the late city insnecfrro
neu nc got inter my rlnkles and the fine particles
OF grannylated grant in my cutckes irritoteI5
my skin to that degree, that it was too much for
nesh and blood to bare. I couldcnt scratch =
line for the press, and felt precisely as eff I heS
the Scotch fiddle, or he'd just cum outer n Mex.
lean chapperal. with hide full of nnstkit thorns
Under setch suckemstances, added to the hate
OF the city, witch, accordin to Deatoor's rnercIs
~, was on par with Bell Shazar's furniss, I
felt 1t dooty to myself TO make freekwint dash
es inter the kuntry doorin the closin seems ofthe
Morton dienasty. Sense Dannil Deyilan com
menst his rain, the air hescnt ben kwite 50
prtckly, and is considabully improved in taste
and smell; so lAutch SO, in fack, that [ am at
lentnsenaoled to resom my writin, and rename
stationary in this CRATE commershi PEN
But dldent enjoy my fyin visits to the green
woods and fields Wall, did, ekwil to a low.
cuss or a catidd I luy the kuntry like all ma
tur. The tishin, the silvan shadders, the noun
tain zetfirs, the lown hefers, the layin off, and
cetery, fills me full of poickry l feel MS eff /
could tired on air like Mr. La Mountaing, in his
balloon Even at the very thorts of it, could
strike the liar. Ken you spare room for YER
shin OF my idees? Ennyhow, must grind EN-
out in rlmc weather you're verse to it or not.
Genus ken no more be restrained, when it gets
under heHdway, than you ken stop n stampSded
mustang on full jump, by shouting the ten COM
mandments arter him. So here goes for
a PASTORAL PlCaER OF MATERIAL SCENERY.
Ills airy mornin. Cum, my news, declare
How things apeers. Describe 'etn as they air.
(ALes0s describes things as they aiy0
The feelds, all kivered with doosprenkled grass.
Looks like green baze stuck full Of broken glass.
As efthe skylitcs sum darned rctch for 'greens,''
He'd, on bender, smasht to smithereens
The yaler sun is risin in the yeast,
For bred to labor callin man aud beast; Ters.
While old Soils beams cum down in golden show
lnspectin all the dittrent kinder ilours;
And purity soon they drane each ioocy cup.
And make each blade in jooils drest ''tlry up."
The hurds, a flutterin from their lcefy huns,
In songs onseesin jines the cherry buns;
For a1rth and hevin's kunnected, sum folks
thinks,
BY chanes of angels MKT with boL-o-links.
Here, for spell, the news the curtain draws
ldeeS is skarSe, and hense her silent paws
tJfe'CS. 6ein retreaat Oy her patOs, ,purseeds)
From yander gorge's thrOte gargling creek
Cascades throo rox, and near it stands Greek,
with poll in hand, and rcddeSt kinder hair,
A ketchin suckers. with Is brass wire snair
Cows, full of milk, is bellerln for the pals,
With hecknin horns and tcllygraftin tails;
Down in the medders fox of lnvly lams
Drors sweet refreshment from a iundcrd d--s;
The hens is cacklin over eggs bespoke;
The steers is standin reddy for the,yokc;
And hogs, impayshint for the ushii swill;
Musick and fragrance both at once distil;
While in the distans, on the mounting tops,
Columby's cguls takes thar mornin hops,
Cappin the climactS OF seen as nice
AS the old Sarpint spylt in PairodceI
Pardin the news ef now She hold her hand,
And tries to larn the tigger here for land;
She'll sun be back, not hcvin far to roam,
And then, in coarse, she'll finish up the pomc
ruther think my news found she he'd run
herself out when she got off them last two lines,
andjest maid exkews to step out on particular
bizness, not kalkilatin to return. Ennyhow,
she hes left me in the Iurch, aud in konseItwense
of not cutnmin back to face the mcwsick, as
purr prommis, | am tharfor I1umpeld to let the
abuv peace ofpottcry slide in an onfinisht state
bleve, howscvcr, that, as a nackarit and
troothfu descripshin OF PASTORAL scenery, it will
kumpare favaby with the sellybratcd artikc in
the Now York Times, dcscribin the cbocs of
the Mnchio, and other material featcrs Of Italy.
Trustin you will he of the same liberal opinyun,
rename, Yours allus,
A DlSBANDED VOLUNTEER