The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-10-06


Chicago Inter. Ocean.
Have you sat in the Court OF Honor
and watched the twilight gather in
hazy mist over Lake Michigan's broad
expanse OF shimmering blue? Have
you watched the uncanny shadows
blending strangely with the last flicker
ing sunbeams, then thicken over the
waters and creep like messengers OF
evil along the wave.Iashed shore, and
up the grand canal, till all was enyel'
oped in garb OF somber black? Have
you closed your weary eyes for one
brief instant upon the weird darkness
which always brings with it gloom, and
then opened them suddenly to find
yourself transported, lifted bodily as it
were, into land OF celestial beauty,
where millions and millions OF gold and
silver lights flash in rhythmic, glitter
ing purity all about you? Where on
chantment reigns supreme? Where
your heart thumps violently, and your
breath comes in short, quick gasps, and
then seems TO stop altogether?
II you have sat in the court Of honor
about which is built the great White
City, and experienced these EN- otions,
then you have both witnessed and real
lied the grandest transformation scene
on earth, which, for want OF a better
name, we will call From Hades TO
Heaven. All we whisper softly as this
dream Of mystic splendor unfoids before
us, ave must be in heaven-yes, III
heaven" Then we rub our eyes and
pinch ourselves to make sure we are
not in trance; vaguely we wonder!
how We climbed the Golden Stair
without any conscious effort on our own
part. We have reached tho goal, but
how utterly unworthy we feel to accept
the honor thus thrust upon us. How
ever, that sensation soon passes; we
are in the supernal land and must en-
Joy it to the full extent.
LIGHT AND GLORY.
Our widest fancy never painted any
thing SO truly wonderful. We are fas-
cinated, we are stupefed at the stupen'
dous combination of light and glory. 1t
seems supermuudane spectacle from
an invisible source. Our first intelli-
gent glance rests upon the mphal,
glittering dome OF the administration
building with its rows and clusters oil
flashing, shining, shimmering, winking,
blinking, dazzling lights. Surely, we
think, that must be the golden throne.
In imagination we see myrlads and
myriads OF whiLe-wnged angels floating
through space, and hear harmonious,
dreamy music, soft and sweet rs the
signing OF an Eolian harp. How we
wish that We were all alone in this
Eden Of glory. We feel annoyed if any
one near US speaks above whisper. A
ripping. mirth-provoklng laugh jars
upon our nerves. 1t seems SO entirely
out OF place-so sacreligIous. Uncon'
sciously the selfish element in our ma
ture holds for the time full sway. We
long for perfect silence, the deep, deep
unbroken silence which alone can pay
fitting tribute to the glittering tiara OF
iairy.like beauty which crowns with
ieweled splendor this glorious, magic
court. Words, hippant, idle words,
Veem void OF expression and wholly in
adequate to do it passing justice.
Flash! fash! A streak OF light glide'
by us. We draw our fascinated gaze
slowly and reluctantly away from the
golden dome aud let it follow in a
dreamy sort OF way the swift electric
craft. Not one alone, but dozens OF
them are skimming gracefully to and
fro over the murmuring waters of the
purple lagoons. line hallucination OF
the spirit land is fading now. We are
coming slowly back to terra tirma, but
are no less enraptured with the Won
ders evolving before usP
IN GOLDEN sPLENDoR.
Our eyes follow the swift electric
launches down toward the lake. The
first thing that arrests our attention on
the way is the massive statue OF the re-
public. There she stands in all her
golden splendor, guardian angel pro-
tecting the children OF her domain,
"Vitd brevis, drS Tonga" We murmur soft
ly and let our eyes wander down to the
white peristile, which at once strikes
the beholder with its majestic classic
bearing. The unique pillared archways,
the long rows OF heroic statuary, which
adorn theupper promenade and the great
Quadriga browning the triunphal arch
in the center makes US feel that we are
living in the days Of ancient Greece, and
we confidently expect some OF the old
poets or gladiators to step down the
long colonnade and address us in the
impressive Grecian tongue. The illu-
sion is SO beautiful the awakening can
but bring disappointment. AT our
right stands the magnificent palace Of
Agriculture" with its mammoth Cor,
inthian columns, exquisite statuary and
artistic glass dome while to crown all
twirling in fantastic graceful beauty
high in the air--we see Diana, the
NEUROLOGICAL queen OF the night These
words OF the poet come to our mind:
Fair Diana goddess Of the chase,
Whose shafts unerrtng fly,
Sole sovereign OF the female race
Nocturnal empress OF the sky"
Sailing far above her in triumph, and
looking down with pale, silverv eyes
from her "Cloud Palace Diana 5
aueenly soul majestically rides the
heaven.
Suddenly CLEAN OF radiance unlike
anything ever before Witnessed shoots
athwart the sky, causing fair Luna tc
hide her full, round face behind the
f0Ida nf q black frinVed Curtain of nj oh /