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MOUNT VERNON.

Baltimore Patriot. 1t is certainly to
be regretted that the premises once
occupied by the efalher of his country
should be left TO decay; yet we could
snot wish that the hallowed scene should
be changed by evidences of the work
oil time being repaired. Let the stones
upon the walls be replaced, and The
briar and the shrub plucked out, but
let not the work of nature where rests
his dust, be stained by the appearance
OF the hand of man. W pIrginid
Times. |s. f.
We had now reached The private
road, leading 10 Mount Vernon A
servant boy met US at the gale and
pointed out the house which was yet
a halfmile in advance. AS we entered
the enclosure once owned by the be.
loved Washington, for one | must con
fess all gaiety forsook me. Though
nearly forty years had passed since
the dead whose grave we sought was
among the living, anil although since
then the old world in nearly every
division had been revolutionized, -
though Emperors, Kings, and Presi.
dents had with their generation passed
away and millions of the great men of
this world had gone still there was
but one spot, but one place one tomb,
--one Mount Vernon, that contained
the remains Of George Washington,
IL aCoS here, and felt that was stan.
ding upon holy ground, | chose to
be alone. The history Of one of the
greatest men the world ever saw was
spread before me from his infancy to
the dying bed. The boy George who
was afraid to tell lie,--lhe youth
George Washington, who with the
most 6lial fondness, forsook hope and
ambition 10 soothc the anguish of a
mother,-the MAN WASHINGTON
from FITS when he was chosen com
mander in chief of the american
Observation-Disclosures at Boston, Tren-
ton, Princeton, Germantown, York.
town, every scene through his bril-.
liant and interesting life seemed an
occurrence of yesterday.
dare predict that stranger who
was'iguorant Of the residence Of Wash
ington, yet knew his character, W ould
have told me that we had resc he'd the
house of ihe American Patriot. Ev-
cry thing star as possible, was as
Washington left it when he left the
world. I entered under the portico
and into the house with a melancholy
pleasure. The first thing that caught
my eye was the key Of the French
Bastile, given by the Marquis de La
fayette TO General Washington. 1t
hung in glass frame upon the wall of
the entry, fit relic of preservation.
The walls upon each side were GOV.
cred with National paintings, mostly
of military character. One painting,
il remember right, represented the
death Of the brave Montgomery
another the Battle Of Bunker Hill and
several scenes Of sea fights, yet none
Of them believe were representations
of Washington's own deeds of va'or.
Before entering the room we hurried 10
the front entrance of the house, under
the piazza, whereupont the day of burial,
rested the corpse of Washington.
From this spot he was taken TO the
tomb and here tie coffin lid for the
last time closed his Ii(eless remains
from the gaze of morIals. Here with.
in a stones throw of the dwelling
house, and the original tomb Of Wash
ington, flows the Potomac, running a.
this point south west, although the
course Of The river is generally south
east. AS gazed upon these interesting
waters, the beautiful and apt lines of
Brainard came irresistible upon me;
Flow gently, Potomac! thou washest
away
The sands where he trod and turf
where he lay
When youth brlshedhisc cheek wi h
her wingsj
Breathe softly, ye wild winds, that
circle around
That dearest and, purest, and hoIiest
ground, urf....
Ever pressed by The footsteps of
Spring.
Each breeze be sigh, and each dew
drop a tear
Each wave be a whispering monitor
near,
10 remind the sad shore Of his slo.
ry.
Aud darker, and softer, and sadder the
gloom
Oflhat evergreen ttioutnet that sweeps