The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-11-01

How many have lain them down in sor.
row, wko shall wake to joy; how many
have sought their couch in gladness,
who shall open their eyes on misery and
woe unutterable, For true is it that
For every pain, regret, OF i'll,
Whose poisonous elements distill
Into lies full measure.
Some cOntravening sweetness flows,
Andl where one weeps another CLOVIS
With soul awakening pleasure.
Where are the busy crowds that here
jostled all the long day. Shall tRe rich
daughter of fashion tomorrow crowd
her poorer sister into the gutter, for
getting that one God made them both,
that the grave will claim each at last,
as she did to-dayi In dreams-sorrow's
fairy-lsnd-perhaps the poorer is the
happier girl tonight. Silks, satins,
laces, ribbons, flowers, feathers and furs
will not fend off the heartache more
than rags. and patch and tatters; nor
is there always a more constant attend
ance of the drowsy god beside the silken
couch than on the pallet of straw, where
poverty lays her tired head and is made
rich in dreams.
Here comes a boisterous party, max
ing night hideous with their cries.
Listen to them: they are informing
each other, and the world in general,
that their is no disposition on their part
to seek the paternal roof until rosy-tin-
gered Aurora pins up the curtains of
the night and let's the daylight in upon
the world, or, in palmer terms, that
the "wou't go home till morning"
These are the sons of respectable pa.
rents, 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. "Oh, that a man shonld put
an enemy in his mouth to steal away
! his brains
! Could these roofs be raised that we
might see all that's going on, we should
find cause for tears as well as laughter.
What receptions would be revealed
that are hidden in the broad and garish
day. In this house, for instance, might
we not hear pickering and qusrreling
between those two, who, ia society,
profess 10 be embodimsnts of the peTfec.
ton of welded bliss In this house
lives in state an ancient maiden, whose
sense of proprety will not allow her to
close her eyes to any faults of her neigh
bors, whose eyes pop out like codtish's
with her prying into the affairs of 9th
ers; who is so prim and precise, and
whose notions of modesty are so deli
cate, that she will not allow "Chris
tiau Observer" in her dressing ROOM
and whose table legs are deceHtly clad
for fear of injury TO her delicate sensi
bilities; could we but see, might we not
find that the over-nice are not praCtic
ers of their own preaching Perhaps
not; perhaps not.
This is a gam bling house. To look at
it you would scarce deem it Inhabited.
Yet beyond this partition of brick is
the rattle of "chips" the popping OF
corks, and the clatter of dishes, as the
nightly denizens play, drink aud eat
Here, hid away from the general gaze,
the royal Bengal holds his court. AT
the green table you will, perhaps, find
the clerk who to-day robbed his EN-
ployer's desk that he might gamble his
reputation away tonight. He will be
brought up in his mad career anon, and
then the poor old mother, who awaits
his comingIin that house yonder, to
whom he excuses his late hours with the
plea of business, will carry her gray
hairs in sorrow to the grave.
E And the dreams that are pillowed
: around US! Could one imagine all their
! lduSlSoi "Aat - LASuIty NOulu NC pAS-
, sented What joys, what sorrows,
what doubts, what fears. 4 funny sal.
r msgundi, truly But dreams are not
g alone confined tonight. Day has its
3 dreams a, well, and happy are those
/ who can for time forget lifes cares in
its dreams.
2 Many night, when walking home
wearied and worn, tired of the everlast.
ing
Click, click click,
or the types in the stick,
ha. feeling of sadness come over me
as have pict ured this terrible silence
of great city lasting for for aye; when
) the gaslights should be e1tinguished
when its busy life departed and it:
= great heart stilled; when over it should
reign, as ever that ether great city
= the City of the Dead-an unbrokeI
silence, a universal stiffness. What {
= picture of desolation Talk not of TIT
i solitude of deserts or of forests wild
z man is not alone among Gods werks