The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1859-12-21
C0RRESP oNDENCE OF THE DAY BOOK.
WASHINGTON, d. c., Dec. 18th.

WASHINGTON, D. G., Dec. 18th.
Mr. Day Book In consequence of the
irregular and uncertain arrival of the Nor
folk mails in this benighted metropolis, it
has not been my good fortune to receive your
sheet but twice since located hereabouts.-
1t is annoying beyond measure, to be depriv-
ed at any time of "G God news from Home,"
by that internal individual Nobody who -four
ishes so extensively when anything goes
wrong. Being rather of an investigating turn
OF mind, have come to the determination to
find wherein the fault lays When the mail
was carried by the Bay Line, all the unoer-
tainty of delay was the close of navigation;
now it has become more Hydra-headed by
the want OF connection, careessness in dis
tribution, and want of attention on the part
of mail agents. All these delays happen after
they leave the Norfolk Post Office; the precise
locality is yet more q matter of conjecture
than certainty, but one thing is certain,
somebody is to blame, for the Norfolk papers
are not received here by the present mail
arrangement, until the second day after their
publication, and that late in the evening"
The able and efficient management in the ar
rangement of the popular Bay Line, always
made sure connections, except In extreme
cases beyond the control of the officers.
The local news of this metropolis is lively
and varied, that of a day old being but a
"shade in memory" and knowing your little
sheet to be more appropriate to ne,os and
gossip than fixed principles of political bear
ings, shall endeavor to entertain your read
ers with little of each.
This Metropolis is to some extent, the TO
Gus of the fine arts, and it is promised by
the quad muncs, that the approaching exhi-
bition of the Art Association, which opens
in few weeks, will surpass any similar dis
play of paintings and sculpture ever brought |
together in America.
DR.. Stone, the Sculptor, is completing the |
model for his Colossal Statue of Hon. Thos. |
Benton, of Missouri. 1t is to be eighty feet |
high, and when finished, is to grace public
park in st. Louis, Mo.
The Equestrian Statue of Washington, by
Clark Mills, is nearly completed, and will |
be inaugurated on the 22d of February.
Walker, who was with the army in Next |!
co, is busy on his great battle picture for the
Capitol. have closely examined::mapy of his
paintings, and find his groups, distances and |
reliefs exceedingly heavy and dull; very |
rough upon close inspection, and exceeding |
ly antagonistic to proportion. Boneau De |
St: Marcel, of your city, as an artist, is
infinitely superior in sty lie and developments.
had the pleasure and qualification yes
terday to examine a piece Of American gent
u.s. it is a ststuette of the equestrian statue
of Gen. jackson by Clark Mills; it is rem
dered from the colossal statue now in Jack
son square of this city, and fac smile of |
the original. The first copy of this great |
triumph Of American genius Tin the statu-
cite form) is in possession Of Columbus Al
exander, Esq, of this city, whose enlarged
ideas, social position, and commanding
means, make him generous patron of the
fine arts. We predict ready and lively
sale for this beautiful parlor ornament, par
ticularly among the admirers of Old Hicko-
ry. Mr.. Southall, the Patentee, will soon
start on tour for the South and West to So
licit orders for this great work of art, and
for the sake of American talent, we do most
truly hope he will be literally patronized by
all who feel interested in forwarding the
arts of 'the great and growing nation Cos
sip is out in all her glory 1.-THE last domestic |
suit in the upper crust here. The daught- |
of Mrs. Gen. Gaines has been compelled in |
self respect for herself and associations, to |
ask the law 3 Interference from the bond of |
matrimony to her liege lord. She left this CITY |
last week for New York to open proceedings |
fora divorce, aohere. iegrSe testimony is taken
the guilty partner of her liege lord, BEING of |
sable color, of the darkest hue. DARK doinas |
really.
o Heaven! Were man
But constant, he were perfect; that one err
ror
Fills him with faults,
Knocks out his domestic chunk, and leaves
his happy home dreary waste.
Yours, PHILOSOPHERS.