The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1874-01-01

hearty eympathy OF one VINO KNOWS
what sore temptations are" will re.
late the experience OF q single day. All
DAYS are not like it; if they were l
should be in a lunatic asylum or the
grave
On the morning Of the day referred
to, l breakfasted at an early hour and
seated myself at my desk, to write a
sermon on "The Ministry Of Angels"
Nv mind was full of bright images Of
"glittering wings," golden plumes," l"
and of celestial visitants, breathing
blessings from lips Of air." l was just
concluding spread-eagle paragraph
with the words, angels doubtless have
forms similar to ours, and are surpass-
insly beautiful" when in stepped sn
old lady from Steubenville, whose per-
feet ugliness reminded me Of anything
but an angel. She had been sent here
by persons who were desirous OF getting
rid OF nuisance, and she augrily de-
manded support at my hands. After
half an hours wraugling l persuaded
her to 90 to the Home Mission Com
mittee" OF my church. and l proceeded
with somewhat diminished interest, to
the discussion OF the angel question.
I had just finished the sentence.
These visitants from the far of land
Of light, walk among US with noissless
footsteps, desiring no favor Tor them
selves, but striving always to promote
our well being" when in stalked a boy
with footsteps which Jared the house,
aud with the inevitable, please, Mis-
ter give me a nickel to buy mother
some bread" The nickel was forth
coming, and the boy went smilipgly out
TO buy peanuts and candy.
No sooner was be gone than we'll
dressed, smooth speaking young man
ushered himself in, aud commenced
his customary oration, lie was cans
vassipg for q work OF sterling merit
| which no literary man could well dc
without, and which was just published
for the first time. | interrupted him in
the midst OF q sky-scraping peroration
by iuquiring who the author of these
works was ? "Dr. Thomas Dick, sir,
hereplied. When | pointed out the same
works on the shelves Of my library and
told him they had been there for seven.
teen years, he seemed much affected, ]
suppose by the fact that the "newness
had been taken off his works.
Scarcely had he disappeared, and be-
fore / could write another compliment
for the angels. when another book
agent entered, who Immediately com.
meuced his thousand times repeated
speech. lie was agent for Goblin
Bible, q book neatly bound, with ar
arrangement vastly superior to any
Bible previously published, such 9
book, indeed, as no Christian family
should be without. 1t was an entirely
nc,C thing and would give universa
satisfaction. | disliked to spoil &C
pretty a speech, but could not resist the
tenn ptation to point him to the same
Bible on my table and tel! him that i
was published long before | Was born.
| lie lnQl5panlIy leiL'
| proceeded again 10 the task before
me, though the wings OF my ideal an.
gels had somewhat dropped and theil
bright plumage was little soiled, and
had inst written-"angels arc invisible
no system OF human photography car
produce accurate representations OF
their appearance" when in stepped 6
beautiful lady With sweet. slvery
voice, who wished TO sell me fine steel
engraving. On any other occasion
perhaps, this embodiment OF angelic
sweetness and beauty could have melt.
ed ne, but previous interruptions had
made me impervious. UnroIlng the
engraving gruflIy euquired, Madam
what old lady is this?'' She replied
That sir, is Rev John Wesley" "Ah
indeed" [ exclaimed. 81 thought il
was Susan Anthony, or some woman
preacher it looks exactly like one
hanging on my parlor wall, which l
have always been taught was my
great grandmother" She left with a
merry twinkle in her blue eyes, which
said "Pll get eveo with you" And
she did, and is now one of my best
friends.
Before l could again elevate myseli
among the angels, the dinner bell
sounded and / sought momentary relief
in chewing our usual bacon and cab
bage. During the dinner hour ! was
called out but once, and then to learn
through a little girl, that Sis-
ter Olhendorfer living three
miles down town was sck
with the "yalIer gsnders,' and wanted
to see the minister Immediately. After
dinner the letter carrier called with
four letters. Joy joy! how pleasant to
have friends at a distance who remem-
Der you. ! determined never again 70
quote the sad lines ot Goldsmith
What IS friendship but name.
A charm that lulls to Sleep
Eagerly aud with beating heart, !
opened the first, and, Oh, horror ! it was
request to immortalize my name by
contributing one hundred dollars to an
Orphan Asylum in Kansas. The mex.
offered me S25, 900 per annum to inter.
est myself in the sale Of a new "Hsir
Restorative" which, judging from the
circular, would make hair grow on
brass kettle in twenty-four hours. The
next offered me the exclusive agency,
for West Virginia, for q newly organ
lied clothes line company and the
fourth was from h man in Dover, n. H.,
wanting 10 know what had become ot
bis brother Bob.
Threw the letters into the fire and con
cluded that Goldsmith was right. The
angels were out of mind ghosts, hob
goblirs, railroad accidents. stesmboa
explosions aud everything elseot hor.
rible nature, floated through my crazec
mind. Soon an old gentleman, looking