The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1868-05-15

the vehicle, coach or stage a negro
/ woman on the front seat and boy in q
roundabout on the left half OF, the mid
4 die seat, The boy looked out of the
window industrioilsly Y and refused to ac-
1 cept my shawl. Said it wasn't cold,
| which, between ourselves, was lic.--
The negro woman was dGcently clad in
| a check dress and had a thicky, brassy,
paly ring on fatty, soaky finger-the
finger, bey ond controversy, of Wash
ington CITY washerwoman. These i'm
portant observations, Mrs. Wuftix, j
was enabled to make in the tclammy
/ pauses between the sour mouthfuls Of
my sobby bread--which bread, for in
conceivable reasons, did not divide
with my eompGgnops du uogdge, neither
4 of whom opened their lips to me-
| Wrapped in the solitude OF their own
/ originality, they smelt, Mrs. Wuflix, my
bread. and were dumb.
got in the stage a. Middlebnrg. and
| this stage is the stage "Laura Virginia"
| (sweet nominal doubletD that runs
| thrice week from Alexandria to
/ Winchester, and carries the mail. The
driver thereof is patriot and sage,
and he drives over classic ground.---
Fairfax q. H., Aldic, Middleburg, Up
perville, Paris, Berry's Ferry, Mill
wood--you have heard OF these places,
nv Southern braves, veterans of what
| You may-call-him's and other brigades.
also had heard OF them, but never
trotted through them as you have done,
many and many day when you went
--Jacksoning. or a--Jacksonated like
| lightning across the country. Hence
| these classic villages were OF absorbing
interest to me, in spite Of my hepar;
and. my snack being safely ensceaeed
| behind the arras provided by nature
| for snacks, gazed upon them with the
| eve of a--of a-of a--let US say it man.
fully-of a. man that is going to see
| John Esten Cooke, and expects to get
| his neck, broken In so doing. afrs sf sd
That is n blacksmith shop, is it not?
| I have fallen insensihly,you see, into,
Cookies own vein. Well, not far from
| this shop, the gigantic Prussian hero,
Won Borcke, got shot in the throat
The wound Jwould have killed several
weaker men; but, Heaven be praised!
he lives. like myself and others, to write
| his--story. z>ggllua #l sIa4 - tLa
We are crossing creek. are we not ?
We are, and the name of it is Goose.--
1t, also, is classic. Here Mother Goose
sat, smack up to her chin in running
water, and wrote her Melodies. His
torical TACT. How flowing said melo-
dies are--liquid measure, creeNyinum-
bers ne. r.i=-I.,a ...tfft s1..fss asEE ~
This is Upperville, 1 believe. 1t is.--
| Where, then, is Lowerville? Alas
know not. Something classic was done
here, but what exactly, Cooke alone can
| tell. see classic store, and in go.
| | oehold classic stove, and while the
classic mail is being opened by class
| ic man, take classic warm, and get
| back into the stage. A classic crack is
heard--it is the classic whip--we are off
at wild historic gallop, and Upper
| vile fades in the dim distance of the
Mighty Parst o.aQ4 .4E..s.
What cerulean Cyclopean wall Is that
which towers defiantly athwart our
path? 1t is the Blue Ridge Mountain,
ant please you, Sir, or not. And
must we overpass that same ere yet the
shades of night have fallen fast asleep
Aye me Lud. a5 Il I,5a yst!
Whool L don't like IT.. But needs
must when Il beg your pardon, sir Driv-
er) the devil drives. 10 s..t4o. .sli s.{i
So this is Paris, is 1t? All J charm-
ing. festive Paris, always gay. But !
don't see the Tuilleries--where's the
Tuilleries 2 Where are Netre, Dame,
| the Palais Royal, the B ois de Boulogne?
Oh where? Stepped out, most likely
An unhappy and evidently not tusy
person, sttired in an oxydized suit of
homespun, stands. near the stage.
"Very cold, to day." quo L.
"Tol'ble,'' quo he.
A pause. .-.-
"The road from here to the river IS,
very rough, is it not?"
s.M0nsus." t..s.r -'#,--
"Any danger, think you S'
"Good 'eal.
"Does the stage ever upset ?"
"It got bustid all to h-ll, yistid-
dy." Is ..a
/ relapsed.
Extremes meet-melancholy begets
mirth. was so low down that 1 was
compelled to get high up--with ardent
spirits. of course; but such only rs were
generated in me own meeZeruble boos-
um.
An aimless boy, with freckled face
and a nose oft polished with his cuff,
came drifting toward the stage. giving
me the desired chance. Catching his
eve by batting my face with an express
sion peculiarly my own, leaned far ont
of the window of the stage and inquired,
with fcverish anxiety, "Does Mistress
Sarah U. Horseapple live here" He
rerlied like Parrott rifle.
aIT Mrs. Sarah u. Horseapple rock
up your blame-taked nose, ef yil come
| fooiin' arfter mel will, by Goney ~
Taken considerably aback, returned
upon the fair youth with pietistic
i eiongation of phraseology,' which
Thought would surely awe him.
| "Mi-e you-ung fre--end, these be
/ wicked, naughty wur--rods. Ola truth,
thou should'est be ashamed of them"
/ "Naanh! amt none o. your Ellig-
landry fools. | got me good mind to
Itake stick and knock your dog -goned
! lhead off. Tlke your CHANGE y .aA.s
II subsidized like one of MIR. Mallory's
gunboats, and Iessayed no mlrthtul ,ef-
Yes, Paris is very gay. Yet am of
the opinion, that Methusaleh, in the
i 2OOth year of residence here, might have
/ experienced an occasional twitching for
/ the hustle and rush OF life in the Great
Desert of Sahara. 2n4
We cross the Blue Ridge at A shby's
i Gap--famOus- pass. The view from the
summiLis magnificent. Before, you, the
silvery Shenandoah, the great Valley
of Virginia, and the distant Allegha-
nies; behind YOU, the Bull Run range;
! low, dark. wild and ragged-a landscape
broken, gloomy, bare. Aladdin ionnd d
his lamp in just such a country as that
around Paris, and found friendc-the
elder Whaley, VINO drove ME carefully
through the dreaded cleft.
Ashby must have had dull knife
when he made this gap. Got through
before he'll nished; Yankees after MN,
| reckon, Didn't cut it deep enough.
Moreover the bottom of the cut is
rough; needs sandpapering badly. AT
Intervals of four or five miles in every
mountain chain, a link ought to be ta-