The daily exchange. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1858-1861, 1859-08-17
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clared there was something charming in the sound
OF whlstlng bulletts'-but, how little thought
braddock. the consequential general who com
manded him, what a difference there would be- in
a hundred years, between his young lieutenants
place IN history and his own
AN hour or two after leaving Grafton, we stopped
TO visit man who might easily have seen and ad-
mired W washington with his first sword and plume
loelng then three years of age) Henry Church
the centenarian of fTygart's Valley. The old mans
portrait, absolutely perfect, was given bv Strother
you remember, in the Harper of last June He sat
IN IN the same chair, leaning his hands on the same
suck, apparently; and he banded Jokes with our
party, gathered around him, as happily and humor-
ousy as II conscious, in his SOUL of the already be-
guh % eternal youth Of another existence Two Of
III @ oIu r'iKs who are the children of the patri-
aIcu, were pusy in the yard, constructing a new
hencoop and taking very little notice of the loco
otlVe ana cars of passengers stopping at the rate
The old girl and boy did not leave off small car
Pentering, even TO see their father hobble out to
man curiosity varies
think you will have to leave me once more 70
rest a week. The topics wish to touch upon ac-
cumulate and tangle. | enjoyed exceedingly this
particular part OF the geography of our excursion
(my grandfather having been an editor in this
northwestern corner of old Virginia, some seventy
years ago, helping, perhaps, to throw spell over
tne scenery Tor me)-but it was the finest Of wea-
ther, and the fourth day of iolfcation with the
most fascinating of company. wish | could give
you, by the way, hafilegible rhyming catalogue
ot our names and accomplishments, which Thomp-
son scrlbbed with his pencil waste bit Of paper
Whlle the cars were in motion, and which pocket
ed to make out at more leisure. 1t lies before me,
put the Introductory part is altogether beyond my
declphering. The South has bright boy, how
ever, in the bard who could impromptu-fy such
verses as these three or four concluding ones:
There's KENNEDY, clever,
As if he had never
Abode where the honors were thick sir:
ana WILLIS horesCent,
Who's more "convalescentn
Than many who never were sick sir,
There's witty Judge WARREN
To heaviness foreign
Tho Beacon street jurist of Boston:
And gay BATARD TAYLOR,
On more sailor
Ihan eer before traveller tossd on.
And then there is NAURY.
Who never flaw wry.
But told you its trick on the ocean;
And Prescott, the SMITH,
On whose anvil of pith
Our party was welded for motion.
We've none of earth's daughters;
And THOMPSON and WATERS
Lament their unsweeten'd diution
but now the song stops,
Like bottle that pops
"hen the cork is poor institution.
Considering that tNis was written on the ton of a
hat, to the tune of thirty miles an hour it is more
leglble than might have been expected; but if
Thompson ever thinks of it again and sends me
clean copy, from his editorial den at Richmond, !
will give the whole to you, my dear Morris, for our
poets corner. Meantime-(As my friend has just
said to his efervescent Muse)- be it nv conclusion
to Letter Fourth (let her forth.)
Yours always, N.P. W.
-How much beautiful as well as how much more
descriptive and correct is this Southern word Run for
small river, than the northern word creek which both
sounds marshy and sagnant and means only an inlet
from the