Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1864-12-16
FIrGt Love.

Mr.. Yates, the novelist, in his new work
"Brokeu to Harness." thus dtscourses OF
the character of first love. he regards It
it will be seen, as species Of love We
never feel again in our lives:
Marvellous, marvellous time so short
in its duration, but leaving such an indel-
ible impress on the memory" A charmed
period, a (hashish dreamy impossible ever
TO be renewed, prolonged intoxtcatton
scarcely capable of realization in oneis
sober moments. A thing of once, which,
gone never comes again, but leaves behind
il remembrances which, while they cause
the lips to curl at their past folly, yet give
the heart a twinge in the reflection that the
earnestness which unbalanced the folly,
the power of entering into and swayed by
them, the Youth-that is it, after all; con-
TESS itl-the youth is vanished forever and
aye. What and where was the glamour,
the power of which you dimly remember
bnt cannot recall2 Put aside the claret
jug, and with your feet on the fender, as
you sit alone, aDalyze that by gone time.
The form comes clearly out of the
mist; the dark brown banded hair,
the earnest eyes; the light, 1.-the
some figure and delicate hands !;
and with them the floating Renaissance
of violet perfume, a subtle, delicate es-
sence, which made your heart beat with
extra vigor, ever before your eyes rested
on what they longed for. Kisses and hand
clasps and ardent glances were the cur
rent coin of those days. one of either OF
the former missed, say at parting for the
night, for instance, made you wretchedi
one of the latter shot in different direc-
ton sent you TO toss sleepless all night. on
your bed, and to rise with the face of
L.
Ont from the mind of one. There we're
heart aches in those days; real, dead, dull
pains, sickening lougings, spasms of hope
and fear; dim dread Of missing the prize
on the attainment of which the whole life
was set; physical state which would be
aa impossible to your mind now as would
the early infantile freshness to your lined
cheek or the curling locks of boyhood to
your grizzled pate. 1t is gone, clean gone.
Perhapsit snapped off short with wrench,
leaving its victims with gaping wound
which the searing-i iron of time has
completely cicatrized; perhaps 1t mel
lowed down into calm, peaceful oonjugal,
and subsequently paternal affection. But
tell me not, o, hard hearted and worldly
minded bachelor, intent on the sublimation
of sell, and cyuically enough disposed to all
that is innocent aud tender-tell me not,
o. husbandl however devoted to your
E.. wife, however proud of your ofspring-
tell me not that a regret for that banished
time does not sometimes cross your mind
that the sense of having lost the power
of enjoying such two penny happiness, ayi
and such petty misery, does not cost you
AN occasional pang. II still goes on, that
trasl-comedy, the same as ever, though
our places are now in the cushioned gal,
Iery among the spectators, instead OF OF
the stage, and we witness the performance
not with envy, not with admiration, bu
with strange feeling of beWilderment tina
such things once were with us-that tn
dalliances of the puppets, and the hqui
jargon which they speak, once were on
delight, and that we once had. the pas
key to that blissful world whose pleasure
aud whose SORROWS now alike fail 70 inter
est us.