The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-06-12

CoHVeyeu through BuDteffanean channels
to manufacturing and industrial establish
ments; governmental, mail and individual
telegraph systems throughout the land
vehicles and carriages propelled by con-.
pressed air; Edison running tile sports OF
owls and bats, and with his bright star at
the vessels masthead, silvering tho spray
oil the oceans waves and pillows, forces
the Hay Fever Association to resume their
blue spectacles after sunset o, what o
change! Let us on our western tour pass
through section OF the air.tube line. Is
1t not wonderful, soaring through the air
at such speed? Satisfied with the expe-
rtence, we reach at last our beautiful re-
treat.
This western parsonage, perfect pic.
tlire OF peace and happiness. And whom
have we hereP Our Mary dear. Yes, 1t
~ SHE. She seems not o day older than
the eve, many yeas ago, when she dis
coursed so eloquently on the American
Idol" All! You see she now has an idol
OF her own. True, the days OF miracles
are no more, but is 1t not "mOre than mi
racnlous to raise man" Adieu, dearest
Mary,
Adleu 20 how much we love
To remlin and Iinger longer
| but Win hope and help from above,
ulIr affections will grow stronger
NUMBER SEVEN.
Our return is greeted by special pho
nographic message from aboard the steam.
er CITY OF Wheeling, port OF New York.
Let US now take in this sketch. The
great steamer Is still near the pier riding
majestically at anchor, crowded with pas.
sengers and their friends. The American
colors are gaily streaming from the tall
masts, and thepowerful engines, projected
and designed by one OF Wheeling's cele-
brated engineers and machinists, arc
toying with the Immense wheels upon
which this colossus is to speed through
the ocean. Waving handkerchiefs sig
nailed that our approach had been OBJ.
served by our dear Flora, who sails ON her
way to Africa, on mission to the Zulus. The
noble girl, with such sacrificing devotion,
proves in this remuneration OF home,
friends and all the heart holds dear, the
highest and truest possibilities OF life"
Her friend, who preceded her last year 10 |
the Cape OF Good Hope, has accom- lished
unexpected results, and hopes are enter
tained that through the humane influence
oil the American Mission the English in. |
vasiOns, imperilling their army and I'M
posing further burthens on an Overtaxed |
people, without compromising benefits, |
will be in the past, and the African tribes
will gradually be brought TO the line OF |
approaching civilization, usefulness and |
peace. In parting with our Classmate,
after a long and atiectionate farewell and
wishing safe return, we are filled with |
an uncomfortable emotion to advocate a
mission OF peace to our Central American
republics, before we are compelled to an
nounCe to the German Premier that the |
Monroe doctrine remains in force, or that |
its Interpretation becomes necessary
through the lannon's mouth.
NUMBER EIGHT.
Excuse us, please, for this diversion and |
accompany us to further unbosom what
still remains hidden here. Among flow.
ers and blossoms you find Luella's picture
there. Returning from the bridal tour,
her husband emulated the example OF the |
Vicar OF Wakefield in selecting his wife
and found her like the puritan Priscilla,
worth the wOoing and the winning.
Their plantation in the southern part OF |
our State, is said to be one OF the largest
and most productive in that section OF the
country. Judging from the number OF
colored refugees from Mississippi recently |
domiciled on the estate, it must be as ex-
tensive as the increase OF Republican
voters during the next Presidential cam.
paign in that portion OF our State. There |
IS political significance in the Inaugural
ton OF this exodus OF the benetciaries OF
the 18th amendment from the cotton
States, which is Of the gravest importance.
Pardon this intrusion and let us not re-
tire from our interesting sketch, without
singing with the poet;
Country life Is sweet.
In moderate cold aud heat,
To walk In the air
How pleasant aud fair
In every field u wheat
The Ialrest Of flowers
Adjoining the bowers,
Anu every medOWG brow
90 that We Say-uo counties may
Compare with them-whO ClOthe In gray
And follow the useful plOw.
They rise with the morning lark
And labor I'll almost dark,
Then folding their sheep, they hasten 10 Sltep
While every pleasant park
Next morning Is ringing
With OirdS-that are singing
In each green tender bOugh,
With what content and merTiment
Their days are spent, whose minds arr bent
TOiOIloW the useful pillow.
NUMBER NINE.
Now. II you will follow us to this niche
it tells its own story. Is it not strikingly
beautiful? Once seen the image can
never be forgotten. Even the air around
It seems fragrant. Our visit to this study
has not attracted her attention; Zoe is so
much occupied with botanical research.
Look at this protusion OF freshly cleaned
flowers, ferns, plants and herbs. We
learn that she devotes herself ardently to
the inquiries and studies Of the medicinal
and remedial properties OF these plants,
and ii she attains the high degree OF ex.
cellenCe in this, as in all her other studies,
she would, after reading up in medicine,
and attending only single course OF
lectures at the University in Philadelphia,
be entitled TO diploma and highest
honors, and at once be admitted TO prac.
tice. Her patients would speedily recover
under the influence OF her delicate sym.
pathy and her loving ministrations: her
hopeful announcements and faith: more
than from the application OF the sciences
OF MaieriG MedicG, besides being free from
the dangers OF too much Latin or careless
preparation Of prescriptions.
The portrait seems TO rivet your atten.
ton. 1t fascinates all visitors to our gal.
lery and those who know her are left in
doubt what most to admire, her extraordi.
nary attainments, or her modesty and
simplicity.
One OF her numerous admirers residing
on the shores OF the beautiful 0hio-not
far from where the cables Of the grand
suspension bridge are firmly anchored in
the city, sang in the softest tones from
LongfOllow, looking longingly towards the
East:
There Is no land ~ sacred,
No air 50 pure and Wholesome,
As Is the air sNe breathes,
And the soil that Is pressed
By her footsteps. Here, for her sake,
VIII stay and hover
Around her forever.
So would we, L the lateness Of the hour