Volume I. Washington City, Dc, July 9, 1871
NUMBER 18. 'VOLUME I. WASHINGTON CITY, D. C., JULY 9, 1871. could ask for more than delicious bread, fresh when asked what had been the cause of his mas- the border of ruin without passing over the For THE CAPITAL. already old—carvings of heathen gods, that the For THE CAPITAL. self, as she left the room, "I hate that girl! down to the credit of the chignon with dingle- SONNET: CHARITY. ancients had worshipped until the false worship country butter, broiled chicken, tender beefsteak, ter's death, HOME brkik. Should she appeal to General Brad- AGAIN. He'll be marrying her if I don't look out." dangles?" Scorn, like a scorpion girded in with fire, had led them into sin, and the saving grace of and juicy mountain mutton, with an abundance "Oh Lord bross your soul, honey, a strange dtfck for protection against her husband, and BY THE AUTHON OF 'A WOMAN'S POEMS." "Mrs. Driver is right," thought Mr. Hud- "Well, it was a job for the doctors, and Glows on myllp, that Truth itself a liar Jesus was necessary to appease tho wrath of an of eggs, berries and crcam, and for beverages, gem'man come along dis way somcthin' better'n Is deftly made, in these our vaunted years; son, "I do need a wife, and should like to that's all good for trade." for his intercession to do her justice? This, offended God. Pericles had stood before this milk, and tea, and coffee, pronounced unexcep- a year ago, and larned ole master to drink greens f It la a mournful thing to hive no home I— perhaps, must be her last resort.
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