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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. A high and For meek and"dove-eyed Charity now wears tionable by the most fastidious. I lové the coun- in his liquor, and lie done went and killed hisself J To wear a shroud of loneliness on earth, marry, but it's almost too late to liink of it " You're a funny girl, Lizzie; but mind you figure of Helios and said his orisons, nor dreampt loyal officer of the king would not permit an A.wanton's smirk and Pharisee's attlro— try, and rural scenery has its charms, but I had right off." [To know that fate has forced thee forth to roam, now." don't burn your wings." Her palaces of self-laudation rears, of the anglo-Saxon race that was to own.tills English wife to be abandoned in a distant always imagined the delights of summering at The mint julep 1» a wonderful compound. What And fear thyself unwelcome by each hearth; Lucy came into the room, asking if he "Oh, no fear of that. I don't wear wings— (In mockery of the misery they aspire marble myth and forswear the god—he so strong [To hear harsh, stranger voices and to raise land; but then, who was Edward Braddock? To 'suage,) and wrings from want defiant jeers. in his faith, and wc in ours. How some stern old Virginia watering places were to be considered can be bettor ? How it eools the blood, stimulates : wanted her. A pretty girl she was! dressed they're not fashionable now." A drooping lid and meet a loveless gaze I A man who had been placed upon the English Ah, gentle nun, now grown to folly be, skeptic' would sneer at us both ! solely from an iesthctie point of view, and that the system, giving one fresh life and strength and in a neat gray dress and spotless white apron. " But if they did coine into fashion, I've no those to whom such creature comforts as good E Opce, long ago, the lightning's quivering glare stage in the character of "Captain Bilkum," But tfiink how poor a part is lucre's fee Then the century-old Egyptians, lying quiet in a decided lodging for a second editiou of the There was a pensive, anxious look on her doubt you would wear them, like the rest of Of that sweet office given to only thee I— beds and good eating were essential had better W Lit the strange sadness of a boyish face, who had been maintained by a town character, their tombs three thousand yeaFs, only to be un- same subject. The invention is wonderful, and I facc as she spoke to him. He looked sternly the butterflies." How loving words, as holy balms, are blessed— go elsewhere. Mr. Potts of the Metropolitan in imagine the iuventor must have been a wonderful And vanish'd from bright waves of tangled hair one Mrs. Upton, and who had received the earthed and brought back to the busy world • That scem'd to touch the dark with sunny grace, at her, and she trembled. How well her heart " I dare say, sir; one might as well be dead How-cool, sweet dews from dreaming lilies pressed, Washington has reason to congratulate himself individual. I am surprised that Congress has not, news of his sister Fanny's suicide with a pun. And musky winds from hottey-blooms, at rest I again, and be stared at by perhaps their very de- on having allowed his guests at Berkeley, even ¡While the sad wind with many a fond caress told her to nerve herself against reproof and as out of the fashion." scendants—who knows? Which of us can tell long ire this, passed a vote of thanks and ordered ISi'di'd for a kindred wanderer's loneliness. Common report said all this, at least, but Amy VRAI. during these early days in the season, no oppor- censure! " Well, take care you don't Jose your heart," but what that fine-looking girl there is smiling a medal, composed of gold or some other mate- knew how the world was given to scandaliz- tunity to indulge in the luxury of grumbling. rial, to be given to this person. • To bo sure the I Weary and wretched he had sunk to sleep *""I understand you have fallen in love," he he said, picking up his hat. over the imperishable remnants of hair that was K g sunset's crimson loveliness was gone; ing. CORRESPONDENCE. There is a homelike air pervading the hotel—a members of that honorable body show their indi- re said, as if she had been guilty of a crime. " I shan't, sir. I never lost anything yet once braided so deftly over the head'of an ances- great rambling, inconsistent, but very inviting [The twilight came and passed—night'sgloom grew deep "Will you go to Mr. Wliiteflcld's preaching tress ? and this girl may be a living image of what vidual appreciation by partaking of immense f In the damp forest—still he slumbered on, Lucy blushed, and was too confused' and but an old blue parasol full of holes. Who- OUR LONDON LETTER. building—and the cooking lias the Same distin- with my sister and me?" said KennCtli Tingle, that shriveled thing in the coffin once was; for quantities of the article, but would it not be well I And —oh! how strange 1—that friendless mourner frightened to answer at once. He went on, ever picked that up didn't get much of a prize, The wfuhl of London—General Schenclc—The Tower— guishing merit of being "just like home, you for tho nation to pay it a tribute through the votes appearing quietly atliei side. "If you do oh, Mr. Darwin, despite your half-philosiophical know," even to those to whom home has been for smiled "Now, as I am your guardian—father and and as for my heart, I'm sure I shall not lose - Ke/Mngton Museum—Crystal Palace —Shopping— of tho nation's representatives | Now, I imagine An calmly as a cradled, thoughtless child. theory, Nature does reproduce herself ! • many years only a dream of bliss for the future. mother both, as it were—that's a thing you that until I see Mr. Right coming." not approve of all he says, you may still take Rotttn Sow—Duke of Wellington—British Museum— I could keep comfortably cool even in this hot Elgin marbles—Mummies—The Philp family—West The Tower—that does not stand looming up [ All, Memory bore him to his home; he heard had no business to do without consulting me. "What! Mr. Wright the blacksmith ?" pleasure In his manner and acting; for he Is I ought to describe Berkeley, but I have taken place if I had plenty of mint, but I pledge you greater than a tragic play, and, in truth, I mincer Abbey. tall and conspicuous, as you supposed, but is I 1'he niurmur'd music of his childish hours, Why didn't you consult me?" "Mr. Wright, the blacksmith!" Lizzie re- up the most of my time and space with lpss im- my word I liaveril, seen a shadow of a sprig—not Ho saw familiar trees and each bright bird have quit the play to hear the preaching." LONDON, June 14, 1871. formed of a sories of low buildings, with some- "I would have consulted you," she stam- peated, scornfully. "No, indeed, Tie's Mr. London, tliat seems, like Noah's ark, to have portant matters ; but before I go further I cer- even a shadow; that most unsatisfactory of all r Whose sweet song gush'd at spring-time mid the tiring in shape like a tower at its four corners, so tainly must give tribute to whom tribute is due sights. At one time I thought certainly I had flowers: mered—" only—only "— Wrong." " No, tliaiiks!" she said, " I am weary and gathefed something from all the world, stretches that we should speak of the building in the plural and clear the hotel management of the odium of secured some, having seen a man who had heard [ ills sister smiled.

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