Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1885-08-05


Such 9 solid, sturdy charae er becomes
our geography and institutions and our des-
tiny. Self-government calls upon the jadg-
ment to control the Imagination; TO 8uoi-
ZION to submit to queeply modesty; to ad
venture TO bow to prudence; 10 justice to
hold in Subsection political wrong; to Virtue
10 dominate every vice. 1t seems to be
With US a National tradition that only men
of solid virtues shall be raised to supreme
positions in our Republic
"Our greatest vet with least pretence,
Great in council and great in war,
Foremost captain OF bis time,
Rich in saving common sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime"
As he was the typical American, should
We be surprised to find that his was
The Typical American Home?
May we lift the curtain, and look upon
the holy privacy of that once unbroken
household2 o. the mutual and reciprocal
love of welded life within these sacred pre-
eincts. Husband and wife the happy sup
plement of each other, their characters blend
ing in sweetest harmony like the blending
cOlors in the bow OF promise. He, strength,
dignity and courage; she, gentleness, grace
and purity. He, the doric column to sus-
tain; she, the Coriethisn column to besuti-
iy. He. the oak to support; she ivy to en-
Irvine. In their life of deathless love, their
happiness lay like an ocean OF pearls and
diamonds in the embrace of the future. he,
unhappy without her presence; she, d~esolste
without his society. She, pure, high-minded,
discriminating, ardent, loving, intelligent;
he confded to her his inuermost soul and
blessed her with bis best and unfsiling love.
She shared his trials and his triumphs; his
sorrows and his joys; his tolls and his re-
wards. How tender was that scene, in the
early dawn of that April day, when all
thought the long expected end had come,
he gave her his watch and tenderly caressed
her hand. 1t was all the great soldier had
to give to the wife of his youth. And the
dying hero whispered: IL did not have you
wait upon me, because | knew it would dis
tress you; but now the end draws nigh"
And out from the 'swellings Of Jordan he
rushed back to the shore of life to write this
tender message to his son Wherever | am
buried, promise me that your mother shall
be buried by my side" 1t is all a wife could
ask; it is all q husband could wish.
Lovely and pleasant in their lives, and
in their death they shall not be divided"
Side by side they shall sleep in the I'm
tomb and she shall share with him what
ever homage future ages shall pay at his
National shrine.
1t was
: ibid His Love for Her
that lifted bis intellect above the ceaseless
torrures Of a malignant disease and threw
oblivion over the sense of excrutiating pain,
that be might write his Personal Memoirs"
that she should not want when he was gone.
Vas hers a laudable desire that the forth
coming memolrs should be inscribed to
her? Yet she surrendered her claim to the
~msgnsnimity that inspired him to write;
at is a great deal better that it should be
dedicated as it is. | made what reputation
/ have as a soldier. The troops engaged
on both sides are yet living. AS it is, the
dedication is to those we fought against, as
well as those we fought with. 1t may
serve a purpose in restoring harmony. If
it does, il is of more Importance than ID
crafty a lille vanity. You will die; it is
hoped that the book will live. After you
and TIE soldiers who fought are all gone,
the dedication will have more value than
now.
And such was
The Tenderness of His Love
and solicituds for her and hers be surprised
her by a letter found after his death. 1t
came as a message to her from him after he
had gone. When his spirit had returned to
the God who gave it, there was found secre-
ted in his robe, his last letter to her, enVel-
oped, sealed and addressed. He had writ
ten it betimes; written it secretly, and car
ried the sacred missive day after day dur
ing fourteen days, knowing that she would
find it at last. In it he poured
forth his soul in love for her
and his solicitude for their children:
Look after our dear children and direct
them in the paths of rectitude. 1t would
distress me far more to think that one of
them could depart from an honorable, up
right and v~irtuous life than it would to know
that they were Frustrated on a bed Of sick
ness from which they were never to arise
alive. They have never given US any cause
for alarm on their account, and earnestly
pray they never will. 4
with these few ipjunctions and the
knowledge have OF your love aud atfec-
ton, and Of the dutifUl affection OF all our
children, l bid you q final farewell until we
meet in anotf er, and | trust, a better world.
You will fiud this on my person after my
demise.
Mt. McGregor, July 9, 1885"
And who should marvel that in a home
of such psrentsge that parental love and
flisl Election should reign supreme.
X X + X
His Religious Lie.
On the 18th of April he said to me: 81
hsl;sva IN the bolv Scrintures and whose