The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1849-01-30

{" And when does he come home, then
generality
g AT ali hours. We hear him open the
little gate with his key at three, four or FIVE
in the morning. Indeed, our milkman told
Susan that he has seen him sneaking in, pale /,
hsgeard and worn out with his horrid vigils,
at the hourdecent people are seated atbreak-
fast,'
81 wonder if she waits up for himin
ooh, no; for we see the light Of her soil
tary candle in her room always as we are
going to bed; and you may be sure my
heart bleeds for her--poor solitary thing!
don't know, indeed, that was ever 50 in
terested about any stranger as ! am about
this young creature''
"Dear, dear il is terrible!" sighed the
sympathizing Mrs. Clayton. {" But does
any one visit them' Have they friends do
you Think"
81 don't think he can have many friends,
the heartless fellow but there are a great
many people calling stylish people, too
in carriages and there he is, the wretch,
often with his half-slept look, smiling and
handing the ladies out, as if he were the
most exemplary husband in the world"
Has she children' | hope she has, as
they would console her in his long absence. "
"No J; even that comfort is denied her, she
has no one TO cheer her; her own thoughts
must be her companions at such times. But
perhaps il is blessing; for what kind Of a
father could such man make Oh, lshould
| like 10 know her; and yet dread any acqain-
lance with her husband; Braybrooke, you
know, wouldn't know such man."
"My dear Mary, you have made me quite
melancholy; let us 60 out. You know !
have much to see, and many people to call
upon; and here We are losing the best part
Of the day in something not much removed
from scandal"
The ladies OF course set out, saw all the
Gloves Of bonnets" in Regent street; all the
Sacrifices that were being voluntarily offered
up in Oxford street; bought great many
things for ''less than half the original cost"
made calls laughed and chatted away a
pleasant, exciting day for the country lady,
who, happily for herself, forgot in the hustle
the dropping, crestlalen bird, who was fret
ting itself away in its pretty cage in
Road.
The next day, lady, friend Of Mrs.
Clayton, who had been out when she had left
her card the day before, called, and after
chatting for some time, turned to Mrs.
Braybrooke, and complimentng her on the
situation of the house, 4" / fnd," she said,
| "you are near neghbor Of dear friend
of mine, Mrs. Williams"
"Mrs. Williams!' exclaimed both her
hearers, pale with excitement and curiosity !;
!" Mrs. Williams Oh, how very singular
that you should know her, poor miserable
creature! Oh do tell US about
Poor-miserable What can you
mean You mistake; my Mrs. Williams
is the happiest little woman in London"
Oh, it cannot be the same" said Mrs.
Braybrooke 81 mean our opposite neigh
Dor in Hawthorn Villa; though it couldn't
be"--
"Hawthorn Villa! the very house
You surely cannot have seen her, or her hus-
band, who''-- -
cob! the dreadful, wretched, gambling
fellow" interrupted Mrs. Braybrooke; ~
wouldn't know such man."
"He! !" in her turn interrupted her friend,
Mrs. Eccleshall. "He gambler! He
is the most exemplary young manin London
"a pattern Of every domestic virtue-kind,
gentle, amiable, and passionately fond Of his
young WIFE"
"My dear Mrs, Eccleshall, how can you
say all thi, Of man whose conduct is the
common talk Of the neighbourhood; man
lost to every sense of shame, should sup
pose;, who comes home to his desolate wife
at all hours; whose only ostensible means
Of living is gambling, or something equally
disreputable; WHO'D
you have been most grievously mialed,"
again interposed Mrs. Eccleshall. "Who
can have so grossly slandered my excellent
friend Williams He cannot help his late
hours, poor fellow. That may safely be
called his misfortune, but not his fault !" and
the good lady warmed as she spoke, till
she had to unite her bonnet and fan her
glowing face with her handkerchief.
"His msiortunes ~ murmured Mrs.
Braybrooke. elbow can that be called
misfortune which man can help any day he
pleases ~
But he cannot hell it, poor soul! He
would be too happy to spend his evening at
home with his dear little wife but you know
his business begins when other people's is
over"
/ "Then what, in Heavens name, is his
busness:"
"Why, did't you know He's the EDI-
TOR Of MORNING NEwsPAPERm 49,.
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/ The Ophir OF solomon.
THERE'S large mountain called "Ophir," says
recent Eastern traveller contiguous to the coast Of
Malacca, and II abounds In gold. In sailing close
along the shore al nghi the air Mna uerfIned M &c