The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1862-07-24
WASHINGTON IN LOVE!

In 1755-twenty years before the briilian
era which shines like rich gem in the page
OF the worlds history-a gentleman named
Beverly Robinson. occupied dwelling (sit
uated in New York } which, at that time
was considered model of elegance and
comfort. although, according to the prevail
ing tastes of the present day, it was nothing
OF the kind. 1t was standing, very little
altered from ITS original condition, six year:
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
colony. and some. beside which the other
colopists did not know-for instance, rich
and massive tea urn. said, by the gentleman's
descendants, 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
ceiling was exceedingly low, and in m any Of
the rooms (set off. about the fire-places, by
polished tiles,) the rafters were massive and
uncovered, and all things else in the struc-
ture were exceedingly primitive. In this
house were born reared brood Of the
lost prominent and inveterate foes to the
patriots of the American Revolution, and
the object of that struggle, that history men
tions. Two generations of the Robinson
mics of the English King and fought deter
minedly against our sires and grandsires.
Well, in this house, which will already
have attached itself to the interest of the
reader, the only victory that was ever gain
ed over George Washington. took place.
In 1856, Colonel George Washington, of
Virginia, large, stalwart, we'll proportioned
gentleman. of the most finished department
and careful exterior; handsome, imposing,
crrem onious, and grave persorage-visited
his firm and much esteemt q friend Beverly
Robinson, and announced his Intention Of
remaining his guest for many weeks. A
grinning negro attendant called Zeph, was
ord cred to bring in his masters portman-
tuae. additional fuel was cast into the broad
and cheerful fire place. an extra bottle 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 increase of social hilaritv. and
Colonel Washington was duly installed as a
ch dice claimant of old fashioned and I'M
restrained hopitality.
Seated with Mr.. and Mrs. Robinson. over
whelmed with attention, and in possession
of every comfort. the visitor evincC d unquiet
and dissatisfaction. Every snund Of an open
ing or closing door aroused him from apathy,
into which he relapsed when it was ascer-
tained that no oue was about to euter the
apartm ent His uncasiness was so apparent
that his host 1t last eDdeavored to rally lin,
but without effect. Mrs. Robinson finally
came 10 the rescue, and addressed the colo
mel in direct terms.
Pray, friend Washington, may we be
made acquainted with the cause of your
dullness? There is some reason for it, and
that reason lies with us. Tell it,
In tho colouaI o~o,,a1 hot
had occurred to vex him-,hat ne not
In want of any farther inducemeut to present
for future happiness; his entertainers would
not regard his words, but continued their
pertinacous endeavors to solve this mystery.
At length, weared by importunity, Wash
iDgton-then twenty years before his great
ness-leaned over the table, played with his
glass, attempted to look unconcerned, and
whispered to Mr.. Robinson the single word
Ma arv,'
'Yes?' responded Mr.. r., interrogatively.
as if unable to comprehend Washington's
meaning.
is she we'll? Does she still abide with
you?'
She Does replied the lady of the man.
sion.
Washington again became apathetc and
contemplative, while several significant
glances passed between the gentleman and
his wife. Some five minutes were spent in
perfect silence, which was only interrupted
bv the exit Of Mrs. R. from the apartment.
She speedily returned. accompanied by
beautiful young lady, whom Washington,
with countenance beaming joyfully, arose
to greet with becoming respect.
The Young lady was Mary Phillipse, sis
ter of Mrs. Robinson, and daughter of the
owner of the Philipse estate.
1t was perhaps. singular, but the time of
her appearance, and the period OF the return
of Washington's cordiality, was IDENTICAL
Strange as it was, too, midnight found this
Young lady and the Virginia colonel alone.
The coningal twain who had kept them
com pauy in the early part of the evening
had retired to their bed chamber. More re-
marx able than all, daylight found still this
couple together The candles were buried
down to the sockets of the sticks, and the
fire. place. instead of exhibiting a cheerful
blaze harbored only gigantic heap of ashes
and a few dying EN- bers. What could have
prolonged that interview? Not mutual love;
for the parties preserved ceremonious dis
tance, and the young lady evinceG hauteuT
that could be matched only by her compan-
ion in after years. And yet the truth must
be told. There was love on ono side; the
colonel, smitten by the graces and rare ac-
complishments of lady as beautiful as ma
ture's rarest works. was eudeavoring to win
her heart in exchange for his own. He made
his confession just at the cold grey OF the
dawn of morning broke up the dark clouds
in the east. He confessed, in cautious and
measured terms. it is true, the extent OF his
passion, and avowed what it was his earn est
hope would be the result; that was the gain
of her hand. The lady hesitated. Was it
the m.desty of the maiden who dares not to
trust her lips with the confession of affection
| it is her hearts desire to make? No! She
respected. although she did not love her in
terlocutor. and she felt diffident in making