Volume Ii. Washington City, D. C., November 24, 1872. Number 38
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VOLUME II. WASHINGTON CITY, D. C., NOVEMBER 24, 1872. NUMBER 38. not ask if her infidelity was real or if it had must needs have some hard thoughts. I dwell together a few days longer. It was a ing down with his shafts the peasants whom he no warrant in his own slight and goading. dear What's-your-name, I am for the present six-footer for my five-feet-two, and the trim- The operatic world was de'so/c during tho first have done wrong, my boy^but you do not dismal thought that it must be for a few days, forced to climb trees asgame." the fifty-thousandth part of an enormous emo- ming,upon which I had set my heart, placed oh days of the past week by the Illness of Madame The poor, pale face went after him reproach- know all the cause, and as what I mean to This beautiful volume makes one of " An Il- yet that would be some respite, and then they tion!' In a way to break my heart. Miss Prim, with a Lucca, and Miss Kellogg sustained the several fully. Every painful footfall that she made lustrated Library of Travel, Exploration, and say cannot make place in your breast for me could part friends; though her heart so clung "It was as difficult to distribute the various melo-dramatie cry of anguish, vows she is yet was the patter of a blood-drop. Such un- Adventure," edited by Bayard Taylor and issued roles as charmingly as ever; but there are grum- now, you will know that it is true, because to his that a parting should rend itfropiher, facts of the whole effect, as to identify one's in her grenadines and taking vapor baths for natural excitement must have some termin- by Chas. Scribner & Co., New York. We have blers, you, know, who don't like to pay four dol- it has no design. Oh! Mon Dieu! Mon she wanted to live over their brief happiness self. I had only a public and general conscious- neuralgia, while all of her beautiful new'things lars unless for a novelty, and the American diva ation. He quarreled with a waiter. Old with the above volume one other devoted to Dieu! It is so hard to have but one deep again. ness of the delight given by the harmony of are lying untouched. But New York is great,and docs not possess the passion, abandon, and Bulger ordered -a •cuirassier to take him to Arabia. hues in the parquet below ; and concerning the love, and yet find that love the greatest sor- "Oh!" said Suzette, in the end, laying Broadway is its prophet, so nous verronsf pure sympathetic power required of a Violetta, the door; he would have resisted, but Ter- orchestra I had at first no distinct impression row of one's life. It is so hard to have her cheek upon the cold iron of the bal- SUBURHAN SKETCHES. By William D. Howells. Contemplating the ravishing, bewitching, Madame Lucoa made her reappearance on Friday rapin whispered, "Don't be foolish, Flare; save of the three hundred and thirty violin- head-turning new fashions, how oan we think loved my boy so well, and to know that to cony, "I wish I had died at my father's James B. Osgood & Co., Boston, sent us through in "Nozzedi Figaro," "Faust" for the matinee. if you art put out it will be a triumph for bows held erect like standing wheat at one mo- solemnly of the dying year? Can we'forget Sothern is drawing immense houses at Wal- the 6nd of his days he bated me." home, of pining for something to loVe, Mohun. the girl," and only this conviction kept him tion of thé director's wand, and £hen falling as that from the dying throes of Nature Art Springs lack's. It is rumored that Jefferson has prom- She said this with all the impetuosity of There is no man of letters in the United States rather than to have loved thus truly, and if with tho next he Bwept them down. After- to life, and cities awake from their midsummer ised to take his original part of Asa Trcnchard calm. The cyprians whom he wooed fol- who has had the same uniform success as the her race; with utter abandonment of plan or have it accounted my shame. If I were wards files of men with horns, and other files sleep? Indeed, no. The windows are filled this winter. At Booth's Miss Neilson com- lowed. him out; he turned upon them bit- author of the above pleasant volume. We re- effort, yet with a wild power of love and married to this man I could not be his of men with drums and cymbals, discovèred with warm-hued ribbons, shimmering silks, gay mences her engagement as Juliet this week terly when he had crossed the threshold, member him years ago ; they seem, to make a gesture which we know only upon the stage, fonder wife; but because I am not he de- themselves ; while far above all certain labor- plaids of every imaginable elan, dainty brilliant Mr. Boucicault has immortalized himself in and leaping into a carriage was driven to centufy, as all events that date beyond the but whieli in France is life, feeling, reality. spises me. All day I have crawled in the ious figures pumped or ground with incessant birds, graceful plumes, gorgeous, Algerian "Kerry," which exquisite bit of acting is as his, hotel, where hejslept unquletly till day- late war thu3 grow dim. He was then a obeisance at the apparatus supplying the organ cloths with threads of silver and gold glittering much part and parcel of himself, hereafter, as She sat down and sobbed, raising her dust, I have made myself cheap in his eyes. residont of the quietest town in the world, break. with wind." in oriental magnificence through scarlet and Jefferson's Sip Van Winkle, Miss Cushman's voice till it rolled \fitli a shrill music which If I were prouder he might not love me if we except those inhabited by Turks, known See him, at dawn, in deep slumber! his Authors, like siege guns, must be iu place to black ; glittering necklets and crosses Meg j|lerilles, and other famous renditions. Tho made him quiver, through the parted curtain more, but his respect would be something." as Columbus, Ohio, and he was the quiet- be effective. Your " swamp angel " wakens the " Thompson Blondes " aro at the Olympic in face is sallow, his lips are dry, his chest She rallied and took heart. Prideis the est man of that town. Young, small, shy, and " Which Jews might kiss and infidels adotc." and into the turbulent street. There were city by being in position. Mr. Howells has se- burlesque. A now show pieec will be ready heaves nervously as he breathes hard. It is thoughtful, it required a search warrant to find troops passing beneath the balcony, and the immortal part of woman. With a brighter cured his in having-publishere who not only What matters it that French gilt and Bolicmian soon at the Grand Opera House, called tho a bad sleep; it is tho sleep of bad children, him, and (¡j Spanish Inquisition to draw him out. garnets arc used ? We arc rushing into extremes clangor of drums and bugles climbed be- eye she entered the room; her letter, blotted print readily all that he writes, but print in the "Round Clock," so indescribably funny that its to whom the fiend comes, knowing that the No one went to this trouble, and soTlowells just now. Onward is the motto—show aful tin- tween the stone walls, as if to pour all its with tears, lay crumpled and torn upon the most attractive style. appearance had to be postponed until the actors older they grow the more surely are they his was known to about a dozen curious people as sel and gewgaws,and the largest amount for the mockery into the little room. floor at his bedside, and he, with his face-to could sufficiently command themselves to gravely own. a half author of a small volume of poems by two money's worth. Ralph Flare hated to see a woman cry; it the wall, was snoring sonorously. VICTOR NORMAN. A Novel. By Mrs. Mary A. sustain their parts, a consummation expccted This is not Certainly the bashful young friends, that were remarkable for the town of Denison. Published by Lippincott & Co., The famous Jumel will-ease is. again iucourt. MARRIED ABROAD. pained him more thain her; so he lifted her "Ralph Flare," cried Suzette, "arise! on the 33th. , • - o. h. s. n. man who started at the phantom of , his Columbus. We should say one-third author, Philadelphia, The parties concerned had arrived at, a satisfac- in his arms and carried her to the sofa, and that letter is the last olive branch you' shall for the wicked cynical poet Heine'shared the tory settlement. But last year a now contest- mother, and sinned reluctantly. Aye! but This is a charming work of fiction for the placed her head upon his breast. For a long ever see in my hand; adieu!" honors. All of the volume that was not trans- ant appeared in the shape of an old man callin THE WATERING-PLACES OF GREAT BRI- An American Bomance of the Quartier latin. those wbo do wrong after much admonish- Young Men's Christian Association and other He opened his eyes yawningly; Suzette lation ¡was a pretty fair Imitation of the famous himself George Washington Bowen, professin TAIN AND GERMANT.