/ VOLUME II. WASHINGTON CITY. D. C., APRIL 14, 1872. NUMBER 6. For TEX CAPITAL. made my heart achc, and went straight to my desk artistic profu^on of statuary, bronzes, sociables, THE WATCH. and toek out of a pigeon-hole a lot of papers—odes . THE TWISS LIBEL CASE. iujure if believed, and libels which must injure upon your cruelty, Isabel; songs to you; sonnets— lounging chairs, book cases, secretaries, and The reading world is by this time fuuiiliar whether believed or not." BY FRANCES MARIE COLE. wine bouffets, that the roulette table with its the sonnet, a mighty poor one, I'd made the day be- with the above-named case, where an infamous The Saturday Review treating generally of this busy basin and its dancing balls, and the faro Long on the slippery shingles at high tide forehand threw them all Into the grate. Then she scoundrel brought about the ruin of a family— Twlss case says: I watched the coming of your tardy sail— table with its ivory cards glued to the green turned to me again, sighed adieu with mute lips, and a family known to and respected by the most "We arc, as Is well known, an admirable peo- Scanning the world of breakers wild and wide, passed out. I could hear the bottom wire of the poor cloth and its little silver box, and the bac-ca-rat refined circles of England—and then escaped ple ; and, if we have a strong point, it is the Until the sunset Arcs burned low and pale. thing's hoop skirt clicking against each step of the table with no particular feature about it, all punishment. The poor lady, so persecuted, deep respect which we always entertain for that stairway as she went slowly and heavily down to the seem to be mere minor accessories of the rich At last the hoarded sands lost glint and gold fled, while the husband, we now learn, is an great safeguard of public morality which we And Btretched In ghastly pallor far around. street.' furnishing. The pictures upon the walls com- inmate of an insane asylum. We copy part of call decorum, and which our French friends, by And distant on the waters, gleaming cold, *"0 don't—don't, Basil.' said his wife, 'it seems pris» some of the most exquisite engravings to an article on the subject from the London Spec- a slight perversion of the meaning of the word, I heard the drogers singing, shoreward-bouud. like something wrong. You ought to have been be found in America. One oil painting of a a&puñed. tator on account of the suggestions It contains: describe as cant. As it Is undeniable that we woman, probably three by four feet in size, " A-saillng, a-salllng," the song was one £ ' Ashamed 1 I was heart-broken. But it had possess this virtue, by whatever name it may be That told of gracious sea and tender wind, hangs in the supper room, and is the only picture " Very few Englishmen, we imagine, heard of come to that. As I got hopeful about you, the Muse called, we are of course quite right in giving Bow her love's sail was speeding in the sun in the house suggestive of aught but the purest the termination of the Twlss libel case without berumc a sad bore ; and more than once I fouud my- heaven thanks for it as often and as publicly as, With calm before and not a cloud behind. fancies. Amoug the richest engravings are those a sensation of persoual pain. With a vindic self smiling at her when her back was turned. The possible. A man may sometimes be excused Mise doesn't like being laughed at auy more than of Dore'« " Jonah Prophesying the Fall of Nine tiveness quite unusual in our race, they wanted Adown the coast the steady beacon-light for hiding his light under a bushel, because a Burned like a ruby in the light-house spire; another woman would, aud she would have left mo veil," "Scenes at the Deluge," "The WritiDg Chaflers punished. That a man should, out of judicious display of modesty is frequently the Below, the thunderous swoops, vexed shuddering ahivNy. No, I couldn't be a poet like Our Morning- on the Wa.ll," and other Biblical incidents not malice, or greed, or revenge, or any other mo- best mode of extorting praise from our neigh- white, Sti-.et friend. But sec ! the human wave is beginning at all likely to excite in lliu n'hids of those who tive, publicly proclaim that a lady who, for ten to, sprinkle the pavement with cooks aud second- bors ; but if as a uation We do not blow our own Were lit with broken shreds of mocking fire. view them any but the most serious thoughts years at all events, had been the unspotted wife giriB.'" of a respected member of society, had once been trumpet, we may be quits certain that nobody ' With wildest thoughts I filled the weary watch: and the most profound apprehensions. As we semark no resemblance between the a courtesan, should assert in confirmation that will take the trouble to blow it for us. Let U3 I wondered if kind heaven's brightest stars The company that is usually to be found here, recent doubtless authentic portrait of Mr. How- he himself had been her paramour, should tor- therefore rejoice with all due complacency that Had fallen earthward, if the waves would snatch either playing at some of the tables, eating elk in a popular New York illustrated weekly ture her for five days with filthy questions, and we are not as the Americans. Their newspapers A tithe that vanished on the harbor bars. supper, or loungiug about, smoking, chatting, aud the artist's drawing of Basil in this btjok, should then walk out of court unpunished, and pander to the curiosity of the many-headed "He does not come," lamented thus the sea, and laughing, is not so much a gay company as we hardly presume that Basil is to be takeh as but for the 'contempt of all honest men,' with beast by trespassing on the privacies of life, And walled of perils in a mad affright; a substantial one. To be sure nearly every one a shadow meaning the author himself ; and which the magistrate mcnaced him, in words and publishing to all the world details which And when a vessel passed it seemed to be present looks pleasant aud contributes his share surely one who caq give us so vigorous a poem far within the public feeling, apparently un- are rightly excluded from bur admirable press. A phantom floating in the moonless night. to the genera] enjoyment, aud except at the asthat of "Avery," with which the tragic side scathed, is an affront to the instinctive justice It should be our proud boast that our journals, No storms between, and stiH I thought of wreck tables, where bets may be high andfbetters may of Niagara feeling is illustrated, cannot have of mankind and opprobrium to its administra- like our novels, may be read from the top of the And pallid Bloopers on the restless sand. look very serious, there is a general appearance taken very effectual leave of the Muse. tion in this country. It produces that most first column to. the foot of the last—always ex- Until afar I marked a flying spcck, of club leisure and somewhat restrained jovi- Throughout this poem there is in the verse á demoralizing of all results from legal proceed- cepting certain advertisements—without calling And knew your boat was bearing to the land. ality ; but the prominent feature of the assembly singular suggestion of the never-ceasing, arrowy ings, a desire that Judge Lynch would every up a blush to the cheeks of virgins or boys, and Safe to the shore at last I 0 drogers sing is that air of solidity and established reputation rushing of the rapids—making one feel the hur- now and then assert himself, a wish that mag- without unnecessarily dragging into daylight Again of gracious sa< and tender wind, which in all assemblages bespeaks the wealthy rying, dreadful, dangerous flood during the istrates could be empowered to punish criminals matters which are not of public right. The Of distant ships that love and prayer can bring merchant, the successful politician, the firm- action of the story itself. taken red-lianded, without respect for judicial British press should be, and of course it is, in With calm before and not a cloud behind 1 founded speculator, in fact the conservative and Those who have read his " Venitiau Life," forms, a sense that our boasted institutions are, this as in every other respect, the pride and Laurel, Md., April 5, 1812. old established money holders of the country. '^Italian Journeys," and "SuburbanSketches," after all, worth very little for the protection of envy of the world. But at the same time—for, There is nothing of the opera bouffé air about need not be told what manner of prose writer society against some of the wickedest forms of alas! there arc "buts " to every positive asser- them, nothing Bohemian or vagrant. There are Mr. Howells is; these three volumes have iudi- crime, We have no desire to say much about a tion—it must not be forgotten that even Eng- no men amoug them who say " I owe so much ; catcd and fully demonstrated him. "Their case of the true history of which the public can lishmen are men.