The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-01-12
LETTER FROM SALATHIEL.
A Democratic Parad ise-B elIaire &
WOOdsfield IL. R.-SeriOus Failure
SalathieI Becomes Enthusiastic
over the Spring-Like Weather, and
Gushe en- Out Hts Soul I'm Poetry.

WooDsFIELD, o., Jan 5, 1876.
Editors of the Register:
In my peregrinations, l find myself
this evening quartered in this eternal
centre of pure and undefiled Democracy
safe behind the Democratic barriers Of
the old rock-ribbad Hills of Monroe, from
all encroachments of Radicalism-and so
| write for once in peace and security.
The talk here is largely of the Bellaire
and Woodsfeld Railroad and the b. +.
Hook & Go failure Several of the live
men of the county have been carried
under By the failure of this commission
firm. Failure is the wrong word, how
ever, when commission man tails, it is
commission sUindLe that's all.
But what does old Probs mean by
giving us spring in January. 1t seems
to me the old fellow has run out OF
seasonable weather and is just letting the
thing sort % run of itself. And such
variety of roads as the wet weather and
sunny days are making, was never seen
in the country. In sprouty heavy soil,
the tough mortar is uniathomable and un.
navigable-on the ridges and sandy
ground buggy riding may be essayed as
in summer. The fruit buds are much
smaller, and | heard to-day Of an apple
tree in bloom. The wheat fields are
green, the corn rotting in the shock and
moulding in the crib. Much butchers
pork is spelling and many fully fat pigs
are getting new lease of life, waiting
for cold weather, to be killed. This In
dian summer in mid winter is inspiring,
and that old muse of mine has the bet
ter Of me again:
Old Winter comes with wontcd fuss and
bluStCr,
And chases sober autumn from the land,
| With all the ills and SORROWS he can muster
He comes to stay and WELD his stern COM
mund.
He sits with countenance down,
Mid cloud and shadow and frown,
While rain and slush bespatter and splash,
And wind and storm steeds clattcr and
clash,
And cold and hunger grip with cruel hand.
When venturesome Spring in her liveliest
grace,
Comes "A laughing along in rollicksome
chase,
Driving shadow and gloom from every
place,
Flingng hand-fulls of suubeams in old
Winters face.
With her birds and her song,
She comes tripping along,
And ere the old fellow can think tor him
self,
She leaps in his lap-the bold little eli
And wOos him 10 smiles with her sunny
EN- brace.
Ha! ma, Father Wiuter-he's old and he's
wise
But see what a merry-ma,d does whea she
tries:
| His noar locks I've stClen-l've sparkled
his eyes,
And I'll tickle his frozen old ribs till he
cries.
Aud I'll tarry, mean,
Till carpet with green,
The fields he has robbed of their beauty
and cheer;
And I'm sure he'll feel better because am
here
Quit his pouting and gloom for my sum.
mer skies.
| Old Winter soured and wroth with Springs
CircSScS,
Bcsrowned and storncd her with thunders
loud.
| Avalnt, lIsscmblcr-sourcc Of worse dis
trtSScS-
So out OF season playing thus abroad.
| You miSchieVouS, irollickSome miss,
All nature must pay tor this,
! So get YOU hence and tarry In doors
! 'rIli call for you. For this freak OF yours
You'll lie kept in late, you pert little fraud.
And this is what troubles
SALATHIEL.