The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1875-06-12
LETTER FROM WASHINGTON.
WASHINGTON, d. c., June :, 1875.

WAsHlNGToN, d. c., June = 1875.
DEAR WHIe:-From the fragrant cup of
the wild Arzalea let us pour our Gbation
wine to June, feeling assured that after
chilling frosts and too lingering Winter
she will do her gracious, sweet will in the
eternal doctrine of compensation. She has
come to us with days dyed deepest in the
light of sunshine, with the purest and blu
est of skies, with the loudest raptures of
birds, and the heaviest breath of perfume.
June, too, brings us roses, and her motto
is "Silento." The rose of June means
eternal fidelity, just as much now as in
days long gone by, when the gay gallant
who betrayed his friend was found dead
with the dagger in his heart; in it's hilt
was twined June rose and the word
"Sllentio." And so if timid maiden pre-
sents to her lover rose it means sub rosa
under the rose. Yes, June has come again,
the old beautiful June. "Still we are not
happy" for l am not sure you will ever
receive this letter of mine. The masculine
race are always uncertain, but the mails
between here and the North are at present
more SO than the majority of the race,
owing to the postal war between a MIR.
Attic, Familiarity called Garrett, and the
noble Scott. l have heard of people and
things going "Scott Free" but Old Con-
sistency is firmly convrc ed the term does
not apply to anything from his department.
However, there is not much to tell you
about. Our visitors-tte noble Red Men
have branched off and left US, while all the
off to Long Branch, Saratoga, and other
I'M ha IF fha Il or
We are now left to enjoy in comparative
peace the sweets of Summer life in Wash
ington.
| used to think the street cries of New
York, Philadelphia and Baltimore were the
most villainous sounds in the world, but
Washington can cont Herod Herod" in
that line. 1t is SO pleasant, when on a
bright Summer morning like this, you sit
down, in a quiet and contented frame of
mind, to write a letter, to have three differ
ent carts come along the street, two men
on each, all bowling " strawberries" at the
top of their voices, in every variation of
tone, from the sweet and frisky falsetto to
the grave and sorrowful basso. If they
would practice together before appearing
in public it would be more conducive to
the growth of pety in the distracted lis
tener.
huOtucT plcdSduL W your
mornings work is, after the sound of
strawberries has been lost in the distance,
startling pull at the door bell, and you
rush down stairs breathlessly to have three
show potatoes poked at you-very different
from the demoraized lot in his wagon.
You give up writing and go up in the attic
to sort out your summer clothes (if fortu-
nate enough to have any left over and
another diabolical pull summons you down
again, thinking it is really business this
time, to be again confronted with three
pattern potatoes. You inform him mildly
or otherwise, according to the meekness of
your nature, that you don't want any, upon
which he emphatically insists you do, and
then leaves to bring misery and distress to
some other peaceful household. l wish
there was some law to protect innocent
people from this kind of annoyance. l
don't know who to appeal to, now that the
"fount of every blessing" is not in ses-
sion; but as soon as we have said fount
with us again, it is thought there will be a
bill passed to suppress nuisances, and the
potato men will be specially named.
Also, another nuisance is the slop man.
My blood boils as l write that sentence,
when think of the agonies one has to go
through in the early morn, when the little
birds are singing their matinal hymn Il be-
lieve that is the correct plan of getting at
the time of day. and all nature is smiling,
and humanity just gathering up the last
threads of balmy sleep, to have an ungodly
man, with an odorous cart attached, come
up your favorite alley, bowling in manner
not to be outdone by all the Sioux and half
dozen other tribes put together. Now
"slop" is not sweet word, neither has it
an aristocratic sound, but still if ono could
be informed in mild and pleasant manner
that the offal receptacle awaiteth, it would
take much away from its disagreeableness,
but to have it shrieked out at the top of an
African voice. accompanied by prolonged
pounding and kicking at every gate and
fence along the line, is too much for weak
human nature. The profanity which that
wicked man has caused is awful to contem,
plate. / can't do much in that line myself,
but have been for some time looking for
nice little boy, well trained, whom | can
get to give that bowling wretch good
| square "cussing." Washington being a
pious city, they are scarce, but as | am
aware that you have plenty of good healthy
swearers in Elkton l would inform them
that if business is slow, and they can he
spared, they can secure permanent employ
ment here. ]. Il. P.