The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1866-06-05
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Jenkins, who accordingly spread him
self in a letter to the New York WOrtd,
/ of last Saturday. A few extracts from
his delightful prod uction will prove to
the readers of the INTELLIGENCER that
the art offine writing is still success
fully cultivated by the Bohemians of
the Metropolitan press. r-r
Writing from ga private edifice built
by Government consent, called Roe's
hotel" jenkins remarks with firm
anti-cllmax:
SIT was here that General Scott ex-
| pired, taken by death, while on his
1 way to Cozzens's, the only hotel besides
| Roe's on the West Point side of the
river, and distant mile and half"
Here is a truly magniloquent effort,
in Jenkins's best style:
"But between the two abutments of
the Highland there is mirage OF the
widening river, and its populous shores,
comparable TO the view of the Valley
of the Seine from the terrace of st. Ger
| main-hright with all dyes and soft
volyed horizon the pale blue wave OF
the Catskills; and near the eye, where
the Highlands hold the picture, jag
| ged precipice of immemorlal granite,
| giving poise only to the eagles, sIrug-
Cling up TO its precarious trees. west
Point is, indeed, the dearest spot on
| our most beautiful American rivera
contrast of soft skies with volcanic
rocks, of gorges and abysses with
| plimpses OF blue lakes, and of pure
| breezes, green terraces, and refined res
idents, with wild and wondrous nat
ural convulsion."
Ofwhat hec calls T" the corpse and its
adornments," Jenkins writes at some
length. The coffin, he tells us,
-"is solid and austere, like the soul it
cannot contain, and IL is raised three
feet above the Go01', so that all who pass
by can:look upon it in passing" &c.
Some of the old soldiers who had
served under Scott, were very natural
ly affected at the sight of their dead
chief, Jenkins tells rs,
-"and few showed tears as they saw
the uninhdbited encGSenle1n of their De-
loved leader"
Where did they show their tears, oh
Jenkins? And what did they do with
them after they had shown them? This
splendid writer evidently imagined
that the tears were only for show-like
everything else, even to his own Won
derful description.
1 We have not space for all the gems of
Jenkins's article; it sparkles in every
part with them. OF the preachers who
conducted the religious services, he
says: ,......, t1
"The thin, stately figure of Bishop
Potter was we'll adapted 70 me cnlel %
devotional and sacred function of the
day; he read in full -canonicals, 1Utth
tender SonorouSmeSS, and was assisted
| by the more portly DIR. French, the post
| chaplain, who stood at the dying bed
side OF this departed soldier ana me
tDOTld he iUdS entering. From Garrl'
| sons, across the river from West Point,
came also to give his assistance to the
| dung ministrations, Rev. Q. +. doh-
| man, and from Elizabeth, New Jersey,
| a former pastor of General Scott, Rev.
]. F. Warren. These made a body Q
ministers not unworthy Of any country
and admirably entitled to. teach the les
sons of rendered life to republican
| and Christian people" 'fgTlI E{EI
Surely jenkins deserves to have a
free pew in the church OF every one OF
these preachers for his beautiful des-
cription Of them. &
This beautiful writer cannot touch
the most commonplace topic without
embellishing it in his own pecu liar
| manner. For instance, he remarks
| that on the steamer, going up the Hud-
| son: Lieutenant General Grant,
| with his staff and Mrs. Grant, and the
committee of the Board of5Aldermen
and the Councilmen, with Mayor Holt
| man and a few invited guests, were on
board as early as seven and hall
| O'clock, and breakfasted together on
! the boat. II was pleasant gathering
with nothing of sadness about 1T ana
vet certain sobriety, as If all were
| mindful of the coming solemnities OF
the day, The General and his stall,
and the City Fathers sitting together at
one table, sat as II they enjoyed theSeJ"-
neredL baked meats" r
Again he writes: IA
"The proprietors of Cozzens's have
probably the last, or nearly the last
autograph of the General-a request TO
send him bottle OF brandy"
We complete our extracts with the
following descriptive passage of the
procession: l.-s
"The sound of martial music, slowly
piping, was momentarily heard, the
| strains coursing, mingling, and dying
| In sequences of grief while the yari-
colors' of all sorts of troops began to
| pass perpetually, until at last the doors
| were closed, the last locker upon the
dead turned out, and only the little
gallery at the end contained a few la
| dies and rchoristers while the floor be-
| low was quite bare.
4 f"And ali this while the great guns in
the battery at the water side sent min
| ute peals of resonant regret which
| made the mountains roar. The echoes
at West Point are always prolonged
and tenacious of existence, but many
4 persons who visited the post yesterday
| had never heared their mountain vol
i ces before, and as the great Parrot
4 pieces blew the winds to ribbons, Old
/ Anthony's Nose, across the river,
I threw back shock like an earthquake;
Gro Nest took up the rumble shudder-
lingIy; and lar Highland cliffs felt the
| tremendous transmission, till to these
] strangers IL seemed, indeed, that the
soul OF the dead soldier was traversing
the mountains he loved so well, or that
their grand sympathies spoke at the
news of his demise.'
--rs 70.
JOHN FORSYTH declares in the Mo-
bile Advertiser, that those blind leaders
Il of the blind, who are responsible for
\ the woes and horrors Of the war, for
the humiliation and disfrancbisement mt
which now weigh upon the South, "are
now planning again to become leaders
of the people, and to plume themselves
as the true soptherners, and TO ostraclse
the men who had the sagacity to see,
and the courage to predict, the
truth as it has turned out. And the
same madness with which these men
took counsel in precipitating us into
hopeless struggle governs them now,
for the experience of adyersity has
il taught them no wisdom. al
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