The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-01-01
For the IntellIgeneer.

| Ady OeuF 1OUhy FRIENDS:
You have entered on a new year.
The year of life granted you by your
Creator you have used, perhaps abused,
| till it has gradually worn away, and
you have now laid hold of another; YOU
have passed the boundaries of the
country 1867, and have already ad-
vanced a short distance into that
strange land, 1858; you have turned a
corner of life and have entered on a
new road. And as with young and ar
dent eyes, you gaze out upon the pros.
pect before you, Joyous Hope gilds the
scene with it's rainbow hues; You seem
to be entering on Il path where lies be-
fore you Joy, Happiness, Beauty and
Love. And yet, my young. friends.
many OF you will never reach that dis
tant corner, where the road turns off to
1868; beneath your feet the grass looks
green and soft, the gOund seems firm;
but underneath lies the treacher-
Gus, dark abyss of Eternity, into
whose gloomy depths many of you
Will sink ere you reach that distant
goal. Many more as you walk along
will find, as yOu advance, those rain
bow tints of hope fade as you near the
spots on which they fall in greatest
beauty; what you fOndly hoped would
prove Paradise, will turn out to be
OuL q OIehLS "llueEuG6S, anu ln9 FOau
that seems so smooth will in the end
prove rugged and tOilsome path. l
say not this to discourage you. would
not take one beautiful tint from the fu-
ture that lies before you, nor damp one
bright anticipation that buoys you up;
but seek to rouse the latent mauliness
of your nature by the knowledge of the
| fact that there are troubles ahead, enc
mics to contend with, difficulties to
surmounC, ana aU Jne UlIGIO ~.
stimulate you to exertion by informing
! you that you have within you, if Won
| will use them, iorLitude to meet YOUR
troubles, valor to conquer your enc
mics, strength and endurance to force
your way through every obstacle and
over every difficulty, and lastly, to
cheer you by the assurance, that after
all, IL life, pursued as Journey, with
health in your bodies and strength in
your limbs, or fought out as IL battle,
| with bravery and resolution in your
young hearts, is nObler, greater, hap
pier, than life, spent as butterflies in
the summer OF youth, fitting from
Hover to flower, in search of sweets
as though the winter of old age W ere
not 10 be provided for. The path OF
life along which you travel, though il
may, and undoubtedly will, fall short
in some respects of your auLicipatiOns,
may yet be joyous and happy, and in ii
you may find pleasure, greater and
Purer, than any you dreamed of. The
only thing required is, that you view
this world in the proper light, not as a
place where you expect to find beds o.
roses, amid which you may bask in the
sunshine. Alas, in such IL case You will
that the thOrns sadly predOminate; but
as sphere of noble, manly action
from the present moment, to the end OF
life, where you may, perhaps, occasion.
ally recllne short space, to rest your
weary limbs, to nerve you for fresh ac.
| ton; or gaze upon the beauty of the
scene around you; but where your
motto must ever be, if not Long fellows
Excelsior" (higher), at least Old
Blucher's, "Vorwarts," lforward), OF
Caesar Borgia's, "Avanti," (on).
man suffering from jaundice can
not discern the beauty of the most
delightful Landscape; all the world seems
to him but a hideous yellow waste
yellow fields, yellow rivers, yellow
skies without single other color
to relieve the terrible sumeness
In the same way if you with a
corrupt mind. set out in life or
begin the New Year intent only on sell
fish pleasures, you will find the world
to consist of narrow, Cheerless, little
cells, in one of which you stand, the
rest occupied by beings as selfish as
others and you will find selfishness all
around you; for the conduct of the
| world towards you will depend almost
entirely on your conduct towards it. It
Is the same world we all live in, and
yet how different the degrees of happi-
ness, even among those who ara placed
In similar positions, On ourselves and
not on those around us will depend our
misery or our happiness.
Allow me thenI in this the opening of
the new year, to give you few direc-
tions to guide you through 1868. There
are in this world two great sources of
happiness, nOtsmall deposits hid in a
barren soil, where by patient toll or
lucky chance you may pick up Il few
small nuggets OF that much priced
metal; but ineXhaustible supplies al
ways near, always attainable. At all
times, in all places, under all Circum.
stances we have but to aim at LIST, the
performances of our duty; I'd, the cult
walton OF spirit of love: from the
proper union of these two couses in
our lives, will result happiness, in the
true sense of the word; one without
the other is useless, united they enable
us to attain our end in spite OF all the
EVIL influences around us; but only
when united.
Marcus Porcius Cato when he lived
considered duty alone in all the ac-
tions of his life. Friendship, love
comfort, kindness were continually
sacrificed if they stood in the way o.
"HoI hS SOhSluSISu OuIYs he was q
stern, grave, solemn man, and was
universally admired and respected
but not, 1 fear, loved nor happy; and
when he was unable to carry out his
political views, the world had so little
attraction for him that in disgust be
killed himself. Oliver Goldsmith, OF
the other hand, was one of the mosI
Warm-hearted, loving men that evel
lived, harsh feeling toward another
could hardly exist in his breast an
hour, but sense of duty could rarely
exist much longer; his generous nature
uncontrolled by any other feeling
prompted him to the most absurd ex,
tremes; ne has given as much as TWEEN.
ty-hve dollars to a poor beggar- wOma L
when he himself owed thousands; his
hand and heart were always open tC
relieve and sympathize with distress
his Kindness flowed out freely to ali
around him, and was as freely return.
ed. Perhaps there never lived man
who had more or warmer friends; but
he never knew the comfort of q
home or independence; his publishers
were continually dunning him to full
hll his engagements; bailitfs dogged
hlm round the corners; one-half of his
life was spent among his friends, the
other haltin prisons, sponging houses
and low dens to which his poverty had
driven him. His life was not happy.
and at his death, though few died more
beloved or more deeply lamented, vet
the gloomy spectre of duties unperform-
ed forced him to confess his mind was
not at ease.
And now, my young friends, who
have not yet entered on the business of