Washington telegraph., 1852-04-07
A day at Mount Vernon.

The stream Of Time, which sweeps al
most every thing human to oblivion, passes
without injury by the everlasting column OF
WaSbincton's fame. Those convulsiOns
which threaten the permanence OF our mon,
and sicken us with the strifes and struggles
Of parties, only render more and more dear
the name of the father OF the American Re-
pablic. The nations Of the Old World as
they lift their wearied and halfpalsIed arms
t. strike for liberty, utter the name of
Washington with veneration gratitude, and
love. Wherever the all-glowing sun lights
up the homes of earth's children: through
all the continents and islands, along all the
shores and rivers; on every green noun
tain S side, and down every blushing valley,
the old tell his history to the young, and
all nations rise up and call him blessed
Al that belonged to him has become dear
to mankind. The ground his feet pressed,
is sacred The trees he planted with his
own hand, the groves through which he
walked at evening, still seem to breathe
his name as they rustic their zephyr mu-
sic. Even the sparkling ripples OF that
Vernon, seem to utter ineligible words
to the ear of the pilgrim, who from that
green lawn looks through the bending
boughs by moonlight on the glistening
waters.
1t is strange the world should have
thought and said so little Of the acye of
such man. We have sought in vain for
those minute records of her history which
might CRAFTY curiosity: and who can repress
desire to know something more than is
written of the being who shared so largely
the affections of Washington! whose i'm
age he bore in his heart through the long
perilous years of the great struggle. She
should have been noble, and beautiful, and
she was
The following words are all the chronicle
Of the times has left u.s.
Marriage of Washington
The place was the Parish Church of
st: Peters, county of New Kent colony of
Virginia. the time, January 6, 1859
Within the railing stood the officiating cler-
gman, Rev DR. Mossom, in full canonicals
Washington was in front of him, dressed in
scarlet velvet coat The bride, in white
satin robes, and a group of ladies and gen.
uemen in the beautiful costume of the pc
nOd' Completed the central group. On
Their ri ght Gov Dinwiddie and suiie, with
ladies', naval and military officers, and the
ellte OF the old Virginia aristocracy. On
Their left, the brides father, with her two
children. Behind them, Lord Fairfax with
hls suite, and ladies'
But the waves of almost century have
GSrltted by, and borne the fair bride and her
lover to the tomb. Their dust has long
Te Hnce mingled with the genial soil of Mount
Vernon; and hereafter, if we would find
memorials of them, we must seek them
There. And the time will never come when
'nelr home and final resting-place will not
send thrill of pure feeling to every gener-
Gus heart.
1t was beautiful spring morning, many
years ago, when we set ont from Washing
ION to visit, for the first time, this Mecca of
Liberty. The balmy air waited through
sne carriage windows the fragrance of early
ilowers, just peeping out from the warm
panks of the Potomac. The sun came calm
lyup over the dome Of the Capitol; and the
mIsts rose from the bosom of the river to greet
olm, and then hoated far away into the sky,