The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1847-12-20
From the Jersey City Telegraph.
Washington in Love.

era Wnlcn SHINES ike a rlcn gem IN the pages
OF the worlds history-a gentleman named
Beverly Robinson occupied dwelling (situ-
ate in New York; which, at that time, was
considered model OF elegance and comfort,
although according to the prevailing tastes OF
the present day. it was nothing of the kind
1t was standing, very little altered from its
original condition, six years ago, on this side
of the Hudson River, within two or three
miles of West Point. Mr.. Robinson enjoyed
all the luxuries known to the colony, and
some, beside, which the other colonists did
not know-for instance, a rich and massive
silver tea Urn, said, by the gentleman's de-
scendants, to be the first article of the kind,
and for long time the only one, used in this
country. In this dwelling. so much admired,
the space between the floors and the ceiling
was exceedingly low, and in mani of the
rooms (set off, about the fire places, by polish
ed tiies,) the rafters were massive and un-
covered, and all things else in the structure
were exceedingly primitive. In this house
were born or reared a brood of the most
prominent and invererate foes to the patriots
OF the American Revolution, and the object
of that struggle, that history mentions. Two
generations of the Robinson family bore arms
and held Office in the armies of the English
King, and fought determnedly against our
sires and grandsires.
Well-in this house, which will already
have attached itself to the interest of the rea
der-ti'e only victory that was ever gained
over George Washington, took place.
In 1856, Colonel George Washington, of
Virginia. large, stalwart, we'll proportional
gentleman of the most finished department
and careful exterior; handsome. imposing,
ceremonious and grave personage-visited his
Grro ,o1 e.;
Robinson, and announced his intention of re-
naming his guest for many weeks. A grin
, ming negro attendant, called Zeph, was ordered
to bring in his masters's portmanteau, ad-
ditonal fuel was cast into the broad and
cheerful fireplace, an extra hottie of prime old
Madeira was placed upon the table, whose
griffin feet seemed almost to expand to twice
their original size at the prospect of an in
crease of social hilarity, and Colonel Washing
ton was duly installed as choice claimant OF
old fashioned and unrestrained hospitality
Seated with MI. and Mrs. Robinson, over
whelmed with attention, and in possession OF
every comfort, the visitor evinced unquiet and
dissatisfaction. Every sound of an opening
or closing door aroused him from apathy, into
which he relapsed when it was ascertained
that no one was about to enter the apartment
His uneasiness was apparent that his host
at last endeavored to rally him, but without
effect. Mrs. Robinson finally came to the
rescue, and addressed the colonel in direct
terms.
"Pray, friend Washington, may we be
made acquainted with the cause OF your dull
ness: There is some reason for it, and that
reason lies with US. Tell il"
In vain the colonel argued that nothing had
occurred to vex him-that he was not in want
of any further inducement to present or future
happiness; his entertainers would not re-
gard his words, but continued their pertina-
cious endeavors to solve his mystery. AT
length, wearied by importantly. Washington
then twenty years before his greatness,
leaned o, err the table played with his glass,
attempted to look unconcerned. and whispered
to Mr. Robinson the single word MARY"
"Yes - responded Mr.. K. interrogatively,
as if unable to comprehend Washington's
meaning.
els She wells Does she still abide with
your"
"She Does" replied the lady of the man.
sion.
Washington again became apathetc and
contemplative, while several significant CLAN
ces passed between the gentleman and his
wife. Some five minutes were spentin perfect
silence, which was only interrupted by the
exit of Mrs. r. from the apartment. She
speedily returned, accompanied by beauti-
full young lady, whom Washington, with
countenance beaming joyfully, arose to greet
with becoming respect.
The young lady was Mary Phillipse, sister
Of Mrs Robinson, and daughter of the owner
of the Phillipse estate.
1t was perhaps singular; but the time OF
her appearance and the period of the return
of Washington's cordality, was identical.
Strange as it was. too. midnight found this
young lady and the Virginia colonel alone,
and in deep conversation. The conjugal
twain who had kept them company in the
early part of the evening had retired to their
bed chamber. More remarkable than all,
daylight found this cot, de still together