Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1859-11-24
CFrom the California Golden Era.I
A Short Patent Sermon.
BY DOW, JR.

My thoughts still cling to tho moulticring mast.
But the hopes Of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days arc dark and jlreary.
Re sttll, sad heart, ana cease repining;
Bchnd the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fatn is the common fate ofnll:
Into each life some rain must fall.
Some days must be dark and drcary.'
dIy HeGrcrs-N0tIling can tell You plain
| er that you arc dependent upon Heaven for
your daily bread than the rain that comes
flowing down from the Fountain of all
Goodness. Albeit you may not behold with
actual eyes the johnny-cakes, Rap-jncks
and wheatcn loavcs descending in the crys-
tai fluid, still they are there. Yes broth
rcn, it never rains 'pitch forks" but al
ways bread and if the clouds were to
Withhold their aqueous contributions at
the beck of every idle grumbler, you would
soon be convinced that the inflcxibc terms
OF Nature wcrc-'sNo rain, no brcad-not
even ~ miserable Graham apology" The
farmer and his geese delight in the bounti-
1ul rain, my dear friends, and why should
You not all take pleasure in it, rs he who,
through its generous assistance, provides
| for the maintainanceo of your mortal bodies?
But to find fault is human, and even the
| farmer is not always satisfied with it rs it
is: he sometimes wilhes that it might rain
only nights, and have done with it that
the morrow's sun might lick up its leav-
ings as poor mans platter, and let him 70
forth into the fragrant fields with II joyous
heart: in a dry jacket, and beneath cheer
| full sky.
But. my brethren, rainy day, with all
its good intentions, brings with it thou
sand little discomforts and inconvcnienccs,
which you are all wicked enough to curse
in your hearts. 1t may spoil some of your
most cherished previously laid plans and
II profanity will ever pass muster, it may
winked at-with one eye-in case like
! this; for to have cold water suddenly
dashed upon ones most ardent cxpecta-
tions, is enough to force nm improper part
| of speech from the mouth of IL missionary.
| Nevertheless, my brethren, yOm should grin
and bearit, or beMr itnnd grin aftcrward; for
the Book says tile Lord scnGcth the rain
upon the just, the unjust, and others just
like them.
My friends: the gloom of a cold, dark,
dripping, dishclouty day will work its way
TO the heart i'll spite of yourselves. II is
through sympathy that your minds become
muddy and filled with melancholy, and
your dispositions riled. 1t is not 10 be
expected that q sympathetic mortal can be
blithe and chippery while the heavens are
making wry faces, druped in mourning,
and weeping like a gallery of RacheTs re-
tilsing to be comfortcd, because nobody
{ 'SNAS III tIS HuulOT 10 no llc NSTCcaDle.-
AT such times you will experience an un-
gctupabic downness, which no lever ofres-
olution can start. Everything looks down
nothing is up, except dandcr, mushrooms
and umbrellas. The all hang their
hendS-thc leaves point their lanccts to the
ground-hOgs hump their backs and turn
their hams weatherward,-th old rooster
droops his caudal plume, as with a grand
father trot he strides for the barn-shcd, the
cattle cease to chew their cuds las Ihope do
youall while the doctors horse at the gate
post stands like Patience in mud-puddle,
a melancholy illustration of hydropathic
treatment in the abstract. There is no
music in the birds-no merry hum in the
bees the butter fly hides himself away,
knowing that his calico won't stand wash
ing, and the spider from his covert looks
d"ggers at the silvery rain bnllcts rs they
bounce upon his delicate web If ii be a
I cold November rain, the vine still clings
to the mouldcring wall, willie its dead
leaves drop at every gust like saturated
rags to the ground. No wonder then,
brethren, with such gloomy aspects and
scenes round about you, that your hearts
arc water-sOaked-th Your souls are
dark and dreary as the day, and.you look
rs dolelul as the face of an angel upon a
tombstone. A rainy day turns mans
! tAiOAil laDEiC wrong SlQc out, and shows
how coarse are the threads in the texture
upon which his velvety virtues are wrought.
My brethren; life with some is but
rainy day, from the very FIRST fading of
youths crimson tinted morn to the dark
night of the grave. The clouds of odver-
sity are conglomcrated thick around them;
the winds of misfortune are never weary,
and their sad features bctokcn the furious
storms that rage within. Andwhat makes
the matter worse, there is no prospect of
the weather clearing up. Gould they but
see piece of blue sky bigenough for
vest pattern, they might hope for some
thing like favorabl. change. But
no.!-around them, as in the nautical
days Of Noah, is 4atery world of
trouble, above them an ocean of gloom,
and no dove is seen approaching with
sprig of comfort for their ,disconsoIate
souls. Poor wretchcs lpw tenaciouslv
do their thoughts cling to The moulderins
Past But, alasl the bright blossoms nf
youth are faded, and the oicc green lnoves
of hope fall withered and tetin the Hast
for their dav is dark aud lraor,, ITc