The Union. [volume] (Georgetown, Del.) 1863-1866, 1864-01-01
[ Correspondence Of The Union.l
LETTER FROM WASHINGTON,

WASHINGTON, D. c., Dec. %, 1868.
Dear Union,
The old year bear. you triumphant to
its close. May you mount yet higher the
''wave of popularity" and be swept down the
vista Of coming years, wider spreading, might
Ter growing, until every household nook in
''my Delaware" is penetrated and illumined
by your stronger beaming light.
Christmas ana its merry making is with
u.s. The red monster, war, stands 1or a little
season behind the scene--and bright, spark
ling hilarity, has taken boisterous possession
of his 'iseat," while the people are having a
merry time here as elsewhere. Meanwhile
our 'brave defenders" are not forgotten. The
North, with generous hand, has supplied
delicacies in magnificent suficiency' for
their creature comforts The wards Of the
different hospitals, are decorated beautifully
with ever-greens and patriotic notices, while
the sold flag" Grapes the browning beauty OF
all. Those able to get from bed, and ON the
eight, fantastic toe, had music to overflow
ing and could mingle in the misty maze,
or 40 IN on regular ''hoe down" to their
hearts content-while the fair of the city were
neither sparing of their presence or smiles, nor
yet of more substantial, if not as bright, lux
uries.
When your correspondent returned to his
room, the night of Christmas day, he done So
with the conviction that, though home could
be better place to spend Christmas, he had
found about as much here as he could con-
venently carry He drew his cold arm
chair" to the fire to live over again, in quiet
Stiffness the pleasing incidents of the day
but his, like Cousin Willie's summer, spring
and winter had passed, and it refused to bear
up under its many years, him ana his addi-
tional weight Of Christmas; the consequence
of which was a ''smash." Here thought he,
is chance of getting in ''The Poets Corner"
and catching up Willie's musical dirge, com
menced;
Old chair, you've proved faithful till this time
last,
But now you've spilled me on the floor, amazingly
fast
here was stop,-studied long, then conclud
ed that poetry was mt in my line; at the SAINT
time forming a resolution to send his chair t,
Cousin Willie, SO that its melancholy enc
might be appropriately versifed then thu
knowledge of things told him there wer,
plenty of old arm chairs in Lewes for hin
to sing over, for the present; and when tn,
supply failed, he might try on "My Heart,
as it is finty and hard to steal, and ought t.
awake his aspiring ambition.
Day and night the only returning voyager
to the shores of Milton, have, in their reyolu
tions, frequent and never failing visits, mould
: ed and brought to light correspondent from
: that changeless place, fact that might ever
surprise the sound-sleeping philosopher
who, no doubt, will be spared to narrate thei
> future visits and the things they bring along
also, when that easy-going place reaches tn
3. zenith, by the slow and sure process, wi
trumpet the fact to the interested world as
triumph of very doubtful principle. Tn
night wanes while sleep woos, and wishin
the Union and it's many readers very happ
New Year, subscribe, very respectfully,
SCRIBLERUS, JR.