Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1868-05-27
HRS. SENATOR SPRAGUE.


Paris has Eugenie Washington
writes correspondent from that ci y
has Mrs. Senator Sprague, the acknow-
lodged queen Of fashion and good taste.
She occupies seat at the left of the
reader. Her costume is just as perfect
as the lily or the rose. She is lilac
blossom today. Not;a particle of jewell
ry is vlsable upon her person. She has
copied her bonnet from the pansy or wood
violet. A single flower, Of lilac tingo,
large enough for the "new style" rests
upon her head, and is fastened to its
place by lilac lule so fiImy that it mus
have been stolen from the purple mist of
morning.
An exquisite waking dress Of pale
lilac silk has trimmings q shade darker,
while lilac gloves conceal q hand which
might belong to the queen of fairies. Is
she a woman or flower, to1be nipped by
the frost; to be pressed between the
leaves of adversely or, alas, to grow old
and Wither ? Impossible She is a
flower Of Immortality not perfect, it is
true, as other letter-writers say, but she
happens to be placed in sphere where
perfection is expected, and she is mortal
like the rest OF us. She shrinks from
the hard and loWly task of visiting the
Wretched hut, tie sick and the afflicted.
SO do Victoria and Eugene. Should
more be expected of an American queen
than IS waited to us across the great wat
er? Very near to the left of the queen
sits another woman distinguished in
Washington society. It is the wife of
millionaire. Mrs Oakes Ames, of Mass
achusetts. She is handsome matron. IN
the early autumn Of life She has no
desire to shine in the fashionable world,
and her smiling face would only come out
the brighter after an eclipse of that kind.
Her elegant parlors are headquarters for
old fashioned hospitality, and to those
who possess the "opep sesame" she is al
ways at home. But it is in Mas8achu-
setts that she finds her true sphere
There she is the wife Of the Baronet,
the Lady Bountiful of the neighbor-
hood" surrounded by her husbands ten
antry or working people. 1t is the
esquire s wife, y who visits the lowly cot
tage, bringing sunshine and temporal re
lief It is the esquire" who pays the
clergyman his salary, that bis people may
be saved through no lack of spiritual
grace, and instead of going to London for
the winter they come to Washington
What Gossip. you say; but it is an ad-
mitted fact.
THE SECRET OF LoEG LIFE.-Cne of
the most sensible sayings on the art of
so far as it can be considered
attainable, was that given by an Italian
in his 10th year. Being asked the ,se-.
cret of his living so long, hereplied, with
that improvisation for which his country
men are so generally noted:
t'When hungry, Of the best I eat,
And dry and warm I keep my feet;
! screen my head from sun and rain,
And let few cares perplex my brain"
A writer observes that the last line
contains the quintescence of the best ad-
vice that can be given on the subject.
The deadliest foe to longevity is excite
ment. Every man is born with certain
stock of vitality, which can not be in
creased, but which may be husbanded or
expended rapidly, as he deems best.
Within certain limits he has his choice
to live fast to slow, to live extensively or
inextensively, to draw his little amount
Of life over a large space, or to eondense
it into narrow one; but when his stock
at length becomes exhausted he has no
more He who lives extensively, who
avoids all stimulants, takes light exercise,
never overtasks himself, indulges no ex-
hausting passions, feeds his mind and
heart on no exciting material, has no de-
biIitating pleasures, let's nothing rufle his
temper, keeps his accounts with God
and man daily squared up" is sure, bar
ring accidents, to spin out his life to the
longest limit which 1t is possible to at
tain while he who lives intensely-Who
lives on high seasoned food, whether mat
erial or mental, fa6igues his brain or body
by hard labor, exposes himself to inflam-
matory diseases, seeks continual excite
ment, gives loose reins to his passions,
frets at every trouble and enjoys little re-
pose-is burning the candle at both ends,
and is sure to shorten his days.
ImagiLary evils soon become real ones
by induIging our reflections on them as
he who, in a melancholy fancy sees some
thing like face on the wall or the Wains-
cot, can, by two or three touches With a
lead-pencil make it look visible, and agree
ing with what he fancied.-So0y5
Queen Victoria and the King of Abys-
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