The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1874-08-27
sIsTRRsyILLE, August 2e!h, 1s74.

sIsTERsv1LLE, August 26Ih, 1874.
Editors Of Intelllgencer. ..
Always being an sdmirer Of Besdles
dime n0vels-As all literary men should
be, quoted favorite Btapza from the
poet laureate oi Chicago, Mr.. Keno, TO
give poeiical and high toned effect as
sIuTt Un ~ Uur note.
Our co-psrlners in the piscstorial sport
Join with US in returning sincere thanks
10 the good people Of New Martinsville,
WetZel county, for their kind hospitality
while there, capturing the choice inhabi'
tants ol romantic Fish Creek; more psrti-
cularly TO mine host OF the we'll kept
McEldowney. House, whose assiduoul
hospitality will never be wiped out.
While the lamp holds ont TO barn
As we lSherneRmAy sgain return.
Even now the soprano voice Of our
mutual friend Sam Robinson rings iu our
ear like the beautiful vibrations Of q rev.
olutionsry COW. bell, and ever shall be
held in fond recollections like a warm
apple dumping in harvest. Memory VT
trust will be blighted 10 the utmost
II ever We cease 10 love, aa
1fevtr we cease 10 love,
Asy Col Peterton's team
Be ran BY Bleau
II evIr We cease 70 love. .
For q better team OF spanking equineI
never champed bit or ioraged on an oat
Mixed with the friends Of our mountain
county, Adam Garrison. looms up likt
Coggia's comet In our fond recollectionL
and we sing his praise In prose and poetrl
as the champion knight Of TerpsichorG
who aJortd Jefferson county and plaCei
one more victorious notch on the harbe'
pole Of WelzeIs fame. Again does ionl
recollection graphically portray th.
lph like form OF our friend Garrison gy.
rating among the well nodded and un-
painted broom handles in Lirelies New
MartinsVille saw mill. Adam made /
lively for the broom handles, while ths
rain tumbled down in good style psttel.
ing time 70 the light footed dancers. Th
storm roared without with all the fur
imaginable as the band says;
The lightning grow pale, and tho thunder Wis
dumb
As Il the old dovil in per,on had como.
When crack up the river in time double quldI
Tho "OOuRnR" came up like thousand II
brick. .... ..i +
We trust our friend Garrison Is still
making II liuely Tor the broom sticks. Lear.
ing Adam TO cut pigeon wings among tie
broom handles our attention was attract
ed 10 that immaculate patriot, jim Robin.
son, who's heart went pita pat 10 tie
tune Of the fast falling leak, and the sol.
row OF parting 80 overcame our friend
Jim, that be keTaumixed, and an uneasy
feeling has been entertained by the writel
that he has so sorrowfully sorrowed, thaI
be has taken the role Of a Monk, and con
verted himself. yet we trust that this il
not thusly. In passing over our numer
Gus friends VIC cannot forbear mentioning
with genial pleasure the whOlesouled Joy
we experienced by the escape Of thai
classical scholar and experienced iollewer
Of 1ziak Walton, BSrrister Hall, upon the
mountain pass when death was suddenly
dashed aside by the friendly interpositld
oi neighboring tree, and "Pap's" genill
shines brightest when he soars into taG
realms Of romantic poetryintellipg Of the
dangers happily over. az
While flowing rvOrS yield q blsmeless sport
Shall live the nhmo OF Walton sage beu!snI
Whose pen tho mytterles Of iod ARdllne
Unfolding, did not lrniuess,y txhOrt
To revere, and, watching Of each still report
ThSt nature ut'ers from her rural shrine,
Meek, nobly yerse1 In |lmple dl-eiplc,
He found the lunHeat summer day TOO abort
For his loved pAsIime, gwen BY the bsbbl!nl
FAIrcr Than IIEs itre'f In this sweet nook,