New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1869-07-28
THE CAPITAL IN MIDSUMMER
A WOhAN's VIEW OF IT.

WASHINGTON, ID. c., July 26.-Certalniy,
Washington is-simutaneously-the hottest coiuest,
vettest drest and muddiest place In the WOrd' nan
NJ the time you eat breakfast under umbrella ana
sleep In India rubbers between damp and snuous hhen
Your pillow feels If it had belonged to AraDys daugh-
ter and had been lying under Omans waters ever
since Nothing is dry-except the hotel loafers-they
always are and you feel much disgust for water as II
Won were mad dog There's no such thing as keeping
warm-even with the matutnal mint juep and the fepr
fuge which one takes every half h0ur-and VIC DisS
Enormously wish that Moses had taken out patent for
his burning bush. Presently, however, the tclOuas
lift aud the Thermometer pops up like jack
in a box The fies-as big as eagles
sprinR from undiscovered bournes, and effect
forcbe entrances into your eyes and mouth and stick
considerably closer than brothers to your nose You get
hot and shiny and feel that you look like small pyro'
echno display The fans have been used TILL there no
more wind left in Them and you gee your nelghbors IN
becoming dlssOivlng without the power to help
them II there's breeze brings with 1t such clouds OF
dust that there only question between premature In
erment with the windows open and premature Ignition
with them shut For the first time in your modest ca
reer you want to dress like Lydia Thompson.
There is no in town but few clerks who have been
removed, and small number who haven't BEEN The
Departments arc besieged by mourning Rachels who
will not be comfortod-and you wish you had been
clerk and that Gen. Grant had removed Youso far that
you would be able to get back again in the whole
course OF your lfe-and your heart is filed with envy,
hatred and malice, and all uncharitableness toward
those who are going away-and you wish Providence
would make new division in your favor-or that you
had died with Sir John Franklin among the ieebergs
Obi for Whit Of Long Branch, Cape Mayl for the
sea breeze the surf But these are not for you The
tickle Jade" has evidently fortunate number for you
now and you must wait for new revolution OF her
wheel; perhaps you may go up to the White Mountains,
or down 10 the White Sulphur.
Possess your soul IN patience and In the mean time
step into one Of those dusty hacks and let tho perpng
driYer-who, with crumpled linen buster and his hat
on the back OF his head, sits roundshoudered on the
box-dryo you up Fourteenthst. There you will meet
the few Of haH rO6e who are left In the iDcandescent
misery Of town. Gen. and Mrs. Wlliams-aasl nobody
will ever know her think OF her save as Mrs Douglas
the suaye VIM l. Huntingdon, Major Cash. gay and gilt
terlng in his uniform and Mr. j. NJ Carlisle IN his light,
dashng wagon and spirited bays. SAY you will meet
these people, but you will not them, for the dust Ia
becoming thicker and thicker until you lose sight OF
your driver and he will not be made manifest In
the flesh till you reach your hotel door Your looking
glass reveals physognomy changed that you wonder
you do not belong TO tho race which was born to
blush unseen"
Eat your supper now and take your musketoes after
ward in bed they always murder sleep and, unless you
can do as Miss Eyanss heroine does-s up all night and
amuse yourself with teescOpe-yOu will almost wish
the earth hadn't turned round since darkness brngsyou
no rest Joshua deserved set OF silver plate for having
cheated the pests out Of nights meal Those that In
fest Washington grand gloomy and peculiar
wrapped In the solitude Of their originality; they are
the biggest the most perseyerng the most untirng and
the recuperative, land they hold moro than any
mus ketoes you ever saw. I killed one particular one
over and over again weered him in his gore ct esst
seven times but he like pheDix with energy,
q multiplicity OF deaths seemingly acting like an APP
petIer Christmas Is the only straw held out 10 drown
ing menwhen heat thing OF the past, and musketoes
come not shall hail that day with mild delight-that
to say, H. by that time. am neither consumed, do
youred, nor buried with dust