Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1868-09-19
For every pain, regret. or i'll,
Whose poisonous elements distill
! Ia Csons oo6traisnins sweetness d,

i Into I1Ie'S Iull measure,
u IL Some oontrayening sweetness flows. III
| And where one weeps, anothe glows
- r with sonl Awakening pleasufe. =
Where are. the busy crowds that here
jostled all the long day 2 Shall the rich
daughter of fashion tomorrow crowd her
poorer sister into the gutter forgetting
that one God made them both, that the
grave will claim each at last, as she did to-
day? In dreams-sorrow's fairy land
perhaps the poorer is the happier girl to-
night. Silks, satins, flaees, ribbons, flow-
ers, feathers and furs will not fend off the
heartache more than rags, and patches, and
tatters; nor is there always more con-
staut attendance of the drowsy god beside
straw, where poverty lays her tired head
and is made rich in dreams.
Here comes boisterous party, making
night hideous with their cries. Listen to
them they are informing each other, and
the world in general, that there is no dis
position on their part to seek the paternal
roof until rosy fingered Aurora pins up
the curtains OF the night and lets the day
light in upon the world, .ior, in palmer
terms, that they ''won't goihome till mora
ing." These are, the sons of respectable
parents, sons of fathers who little think
their degenerate offspring are spending
health and money in these midnight
carousals. They are a. gay lot, full of
whisky and devilment tonight, as they
will be of repentance and headache to-
morrow. ssOh, that a man would put an
r. "a = 1.
brains-', ---,,,o -,
50 Gould these roofs be raised that wemight
see all that's going on, we should find
cause for tears as well asalaughter. What
deceptions would be revealed that are hid
den in the broad and garish day. In this
house, for instance, might we not hear
pickering and quarreling between those
two, who, in society, profess to be embodi-
ments oflthe perfection Of welded bliss?
In this house lives In state an ancient
maiden, whose sense of propriety will not
allow her to close her eyes to any faults of
her neighbors; whose eyes pop out like cod
fish's with her prying into the affairs of
others; who Is so prim and precise, and
whose notions of modesty are SO delicate,
that she will not allow "Christian OBJ
server" in her dressing room, and whose
table legs are decently clad for fear of in
jury to her delicate sensibilities; could we
but see, might wednot find that the over
nice are not often practicers of their own
preachiDge Perhaps not; perhaps not.
This is gambling house. To look at it
you would scarce deem 1t Inhabited. Yet
beyond this partitiono Of brick is. the. rattle
Of chIpsa the popping ofcerks, and the
clatter of dishes, as the nightly denizens
play, drink and eat. Here, hid away from
the general gaze, the royal Bengal holds
hisgcourt. At the green table you will.
perhaps, find the clerk who to day robbed
his employers desk that he might gamble
differentiation away Tonight. He will be
brought up in his mad career anon, and
then the poor old mother, who awaits his
coming in that house yonder, to, whom he
excuses his late hours with the plea of bus
iness, will carry her gray hairs in sorrow
TO the grave; .r ,.s..f .,,f. + I'd .3E1
And the dreams that are pillowed around
us! Could one imagine all their fancies,
what medley would be presented. What
Joys, what sorrows, what doubts, what
fears. A fnnny salmagundi, truly! But
dreams are not alone confined to night
Day has its dreams as well, and happy are
those who can for a time forget life's cares
in its dreams. .seiisaIsa
Many a night, when walking home
wearied and worn, tired of the everlasting
li'slt = "Click. click. click. .-eh-frse
Of the types in the stick"
has feeling of sadness come over me, as 1
have: pictured this terrible silence of
great city lasting for aye;zwhen the gas
lights should be extinguished; when its
busy life departed and its great heart
stilIed; when over it should reign, as over
that other great city-the City of the Dead
AN unbroken silence, universal still
mess. What picture OF deselatieH. Talk
not OF the solitude of deserts or of forests
wild; man is not alone among Gods works,
i for he can see the Creator there's, but in a
city built by man, inhabited and deserted
by him, nothing in similitude for solitude
could be found, and a near approach to this
is a city at night. q
B Let every White Boy, in, Blue at
L lAl, ~f 70, -