Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-11-02
A MAD WORLD.
The Ills Of Life Come Alike to Those in the
Valley and Those ON the HILLTOP.

The Ills of Life Come Alike to Those in the
Valley and Those ON the HuI-Top.
e. j By"ie,'e.
What tumble IS the story Of day:
John Mccullough broken down in Chicago.
Frank Chanfrau dead Of paralysis in New
York, Fanny Ellsler dying in Vienna, and
Mary Anderson celebrating her nineteenth
birthday again. What an old world of sur
priseS and contrasts it Is. Otto Gerbel
hangs himself in St Louis garrett with
his sUspenders because he had nQt money
enough TO buy loaf of bread or rope,
and Mr.. Wilt kills himself with the expen-
sive limited express because he is only
worth 100000, Mana, the draymAn's
daughter sells herself to the millionnaire's
sou for handful OF dollars aud the niL
honnaires daughter gives herself away to
the COSchman for nothing \ grandson Of
Henry Clay IS shot dead in a dunken row in
a Kentucky run shop, and great grandson
OF Patrick Henry IS arrested and fined as
common druakard in Louisville. It's IA
mad world, ny masters,
Well for thaman who keeps out OF the
whirl fits madness, who lives DOM in the
shaded vallay, where he fears no tall
Where only faint echoes OF the roar OF the
troubled ocean OF human life can reach him.
Where his days pass quietly by as the white
clouds that sail acrOSS the blue skies that
smile upon the VALLEY. Where bis nights
are lulled 10 sleep BIZ chipping cricket and
piain;ive whippOoZwill. Happy the man
whose brows are not crowned with the bays
that wear horror and headache, fame and
Leartache on their fadeleSs greens. Happy
the man who rises TO his toll with the sun
and Who sits under his own vine and lg
tree and sings with his wife aud little ones
when the sun goes down. Who knows OF
the yr,at, wide, whirGng seethiug old world
only as the traveller passing through, or the
brokcu soldier beaten tom the wars OF the
tired sinner, weary Of the world tha: has
grown tired Of him, and grGCIOUsIy giving
10 God the last worthless wears Of Wasted
lie. bring wales of the world 70 him. ca,
happy nan, far down the quite vale, Oh
/ hai!owed home. Swallowed in dreamy peace,
inteis of the door posts sprinkle with prayer,
that the destroyer NAV pass over It, nor
touch ;,s peace with one breath from the
great world beyond the encircliuS hills.
And set suppose the man in the valley
has his troubles, The pangs and penalties
Of fame do not keep him awake nights, out
the interest on his mortgage goes on while
he sleeps. He enyies not the crowned mon
arch his sceptre, but ne mas be secretly
Jealous of the squire. The thOrns Of
yaunting ambition do not line his bed, bat
the cracker crumbs of defeat for road
supervisor may scatter themselves therein.
The pillow handles jab his ribs on the hillside,
the miSts come no from the brook IN the
evening, there are Suggestions Of malaria
from the low wing meadoEs in the morning.
And yet-what miserable cyn;c is this!
There are faults 10 the meadow u! course.
And - St. Paul VAS a sinner, the martyrs
were r.eu aud women. aud there are spots
on the sun. Sd God bless the man, the
valley. the paace;ui home, the long quiet
lie. thn cloadieSs sunrise and tho deep red
en.ber glow ogthe sunset