The Union. [volume] (Georgetown, Del.) 1863-1866, 1864-02-12
Correspondence of the Union.
LETTER FROM WASHINGTON.
DrAR UNIoN.


The sun pierces the night clouds, and
| come from the gloom Of silence, and extend
to you once more this hand Of greeting, not
refreshed and firm by the dews and balm of
healthy morning, but made sick and nervous
by the sickly nigbt-breath of disc Sc. The
snow has flown and sleghing ceased; morn
ings bloom, and days fade, and things go
on smoothly with the people of Washington.
Congress talks big things, but perform little
ones. Miss Dickerson came and begged us
to have higher appreciation of our " Amer
lean citizens of African Descent" and went
again. Mr.. Cough was here delivering
course Of lectures, but failed 10 produce any
great amount of interest, for the people of the
great capital are use to lions, and look upon
them while they sojourn among them very
quietly, and when gone, asquietly, and when
gone as quietly anticipate the arrival of 9th
ers. | read with g1adness, " Delawares'
lines ON the death Of Lieutenant Phillips
Gods beautiful gift to the poet seem brighter
and more beautiful, if possible, when employ
ed in wrcaihing the memory Of the brave and
deserving dead in beautiful verse and lasting
cong. knowledge Of his social aud amiable
qualities as a companion, and his fearless
bearing in times of danger makes me know
that when fell the brave Phillips his country
had cause to mourn gallant spirit, and his
father noble son. Such times as these the
battlefield is the only place where worthy
son of such noble sire could meet death.
They tell us, dear UNION, that this is
cold, uncharitablc world, and we hear it re-
peated so often that we grow to believe it, be-
heve 1t, too, very often without cause, and live
life never looking for kind thing from a fel-
low mortal; so, perchance an unexpected
piece Of generosity falls to our lot, and we're
quite overwhelmed, when it's but common
affair, and we ought to "take it coally.''-
HJweyer nevertheless, notwithstanding, such
generous soal as Serb, ST." is not met
but once an age. SO condcscending and kind!
| felt quite overwhelmed Just at bis offer to
take me in the Family SO readily, and the
magnanimity Of correcting me followed SO
soon after tiiat thought for while that the
kindness had kilt me int,rely" This same
Serb, Sr.," thinks he knows me, and may
offer all this great kindness for the sake Of
Aud lang syne;" if so, l thank him for
nothing. | do not know whether he ever got
an " idea" i'll his head or not, but remember
him as a boy sitting ON the sand by the bay
side writing out an idea of white marble
pillars bewitching feet" and privileged
waters" then in later years he has murmured
IN his dreams of an idea of being a. teacher
lH Il ION, the fruit Of which, if ri ,ened and
gathered, would bring him near unto pair
of jetty eyes, and no more would the dark
water of the mighty Broadkiln Creek roll
and roar between. ! do :ot wish to prove
Milton an - Ireland" or "Beotia;' its him
taat portrayed it w4rso than either; nor will
l dispute that geniuses are born in " Wet
places" for they're queer things, and spring
up III queer places; that is il "Ser.b. s.,
is one, and think he wishes us to bel eve he
is. Hes a disciple of slowness, we see, and
tries to make us believe that nature is slow
IN her works, just a. though we didn't live
fast, die last and are forgotten fast. The
slow rolling river is easily turned from Its
channel, or perchance damned up altogether,
while there's grandeur in the rushing torrent,
formed channel and uprooted trees and ii in
tie way Of the sprgMg tide, wearing away
the base OF the everlasting hills TIL they top
pie to their fall and are no more. But more
TO-" Serb, ST., some other time if he wishes,
whilst for the present I'll bid my pen stop
Yours truly, SCRIBLEkUS, JR.