The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-01-22

desCents into the water. lie was en- exceedingly
decent performer-Mr. Sam Patch. DO you re-
member y and forthwith Fanny recites with ap-
plopTiate and striking gestures several stauzas
from welEknown Verses in honor of the hero OF
Niagara Falls. Her delivery both in Vord and
act on would excite the admiret on Of the elo-
bic.
1.-THE gentleman before you some one re-
marks, rs not unworthy of his illustrious an-
cestor. BE also has Jumped over waterfalls. The
ally lose them.n
"Ahl then he is doubtless acquainted with
the Maid of the Mist" Fanny replies, quickly;
TOR presume he was gallant enough to pre-
sent \ TO- the lady, who, having let it drop,
"we have heard much of your vocal powers
Miss L.; will you not favor us with songga
Sing song OF sixpence,' shall /, gentlemeng
"a pocket full OF rye bottle of rye whisky is
meant by the poet, surmise; it often induces
singing for sixpence. Ha, hal As for me ]
have only wry face.n
"Pshaw, Fanny, be serious; we are exceed
ingly. fond of music, and would delight to hear
"well, what will you have2 What is your
iayorite H style? operate or the simpler ballad
Sad or gayW
"sing us the melody you like best.n
well, the one | sing 0ftenest is the Blind
Girl. II suits me, for l am always groplng in
the dark"
She strikes at once irto plaintive air, which
with its pathetic words absorcs the attention of
her visitors. She sings with real feeling and
true expression, and her voice. though not rich.
is very sweet. Upon our repeated requests she
sings another and yet another.
We are infinitely indebted to you, Miss L.,
but we are not yet satisfied. We know how
much further you are capable OF pleasing us,
ana long to see you dance You are not tired,
we hope?
"oh no, have not yet thought of retiring,
and so, Of course, could not of tirlng. What
VIII you have Z"
Anything you please
StTalpltpnS hpr a
skirts with both hands, alter the approved man.
ner OF danseuses, and assumes q graceful attl-
tude. Then, humming the music that should be
played, she bounds into the first figure. Chasse-
ing, pirouette-ing, she performs many of the
more difficult teats OF the Terpschorean art,
| every movement full of ease and elegance. Her
| agility is surprising, for she must number full
| torty-iye years, and her locks are quite gray.
We clap our hands loudly as with superb
| courtesy she sinks at our feet
'Lhe Cachuca, Fanny, the Cachucap
Certainly, my lords. You will excuse my
| slippers, they are, ha ha the best have, but
| their mt is charming She protrudes her bare
| toes to our gaze, and then, throwing us smlle
launches into the wild dance with all the aban.
| don of Spanish senorita. The languor, the
| fire, the passion of its voluptuous figures are
| given con drnore yet chastely. Our plaudits arc
| renewed with iervor at its conclusion and we
| bid her farewell.
| Fanny was unquestionably at one period
| gifted with much beauty and more than ordinary
| intellect; sparks of the latter even now remain,
and frequently burst forth in repartee. Yet ali
| her fine qualities we're during their perfection
| prostituted to base uses-she has been one of the
| celebrities of the demi-monde Her acquaintance
| with men prominent in the world is extensive,
| and she delights to relate anecdotes concerning
| them. One of the most singular OF her delusions
| is connected with young physician attached to
| the Asylum. She believes him the Deity, and
sits daily at his door, sadly disturbing his refec
| tions by pouring forth melody after melody.
| She makes HIM presents of bouquets of weeds,
| hammer than when she
| sees him.
MRS. BUCHANAN.
The interesting "Moonshiner I have men
toned is conioined with her in prosecutions Of
| this doctor, but shows less good taste in her de
| monstrations-being won't to fill the keyhole o
| his door with gristle and fat and thrust into his
room old pieces o. newspaper carefully tied uI
with varous-colored string At the approach oil
evening he usually finds finds dozen OF these
misslves Oh his floor.
For some reason (probably her long residence
in the Asylum) 'Mrs. Buchanan" is the female
patient best known to the public. She is often
inquired after by the visitor. Her name indi
Gates her monomania; she believes President
James Buchanan to have been her husband.
quiet, motherly-looking old lady, she is always
decently attired and inhabits comfortable bed
room in Hall OF the main building. A large
doll is ever with her, which she sometimes i'm
agnes is one of her children, no less than forty
five of whom she affirms, have blessed her union
with the eX-Chief Magistrate. In times past Mrs
her offspring.
The writer made call upon her not long
since, and wishing to be well received and
knowing her predilection for distinguished
guests, announced himself, his modesty consent
ing, as travelling tutor to the Prince of Siam
then visiting the United States. She hoped the
king, my mister, was well, and did me all the
courtesy in her power, inviting me into hel
apartment and giving me seat. In the course
OF our conversation Ventured to say that it was
strange that the wife of President should be in
| her position.
Oh no, not strange at all, some political end
She would soon be free, MIR. Buchanan was
coming that very afternoon. (Mr. B. has beer
coming every day for the last six years, yet The
old lady is as cheerful as a crlcket.) She suffers
no disappointment, for she forgets everything
said or done as soon as it has passed.
also haZarded the remark that was informed
and, believed the venerable President was de
ceased. She burst into laugh, and turned Il
my companion with the exclamation
'Do hear him he would impose upon mt
with that No, sir; l had letter from hln
| yesterday"
'Are you well cared for here, madam ~
''Well, sir, the fare is without variety. Th
soup is very good; but is nothing to the tel
courses to which have been accustomed"
! burst forth into rage al the inhumanity o
her spouse ia allowing her to remain so Ion!
| with strangers; but was brought to a stop by
| horrihed look on my hosts features.
"DO not dare to speak so, sir Mr.. Buchanan
is as much @rieved at our separation as myself
| Circumstances are uncontr0llable; hut am re
signed TO the will OF my Maker" And she utteret
a long homiy, as most Christian old ladies wOul
IN her imagined position.
Being informed that was an artist desirous o
taking her portrait, Mrs B., with her sweetes
smile, consented to sit. Upon the completion o
the picture we respectfully withdrew,
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