Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-03-17
sculptured figures, the various scenes and incl
dents In soldiers life.

the interior space Of the National Museum, and
the latter, in the severest weather, Is kept at a
temperature Of from 85 to Is degrees by an ex-
penditure of about SO tons Of coal per month.
1t Is thought that this building can be easily
heated, and the consumption OF coal is placed
at about one and one-balf tons per day. The
building will not be ready for occupancy until
the end Of the year, If then. 1t will provide
ample accommodation for 800 clerks.
WRITTEN FOR THE EVENING STAR.
''At the Maainee.''
FROM ENSIGN MEMO, WASHINGTON. D. c., TO LIEUT..
COLLINS, NEW YORK:
My dear Fred: We're on In hurry; the orders
came to-day:
Confusion dire reigns on deck, and soon wen sail
away.
I want your counsel, dear fellow, on something
very funny;
And for fear you'll feel peculiar. and imagine it Is
money,
I'll relieve your mind Just here, by telling you its
a girl;
A bonny winsome thing the prettlest one IN all
the world
Now don't grin; this is sertous-and strictly entire
nous;
And worst Of all, dear chum, it is lamentably
true.
Washington's been lovely this Lent, with recep-
ttons, church and teas,
With beautiful weather, and lovely girls but still
one tires of these.
We were standing in the Ebbltt, In a listless
sort OF way,
When one Of the boys-confound hlm,-suggesred
the matinee.
Now don't care for tragedy, and Barrett t's that,
you know;
Still Saturday is an OF day. and well-we said
we'd 60
The wrong people make desperate love and mean
it.
My neighbor was glorious blonde, with Langtry
curlS In masses,
And in the love scenes politely offered her my
glasses,
Which she accepted, smilingly, with a charming
glance and blush
Warming me like wine, sending the blood to my
heart With rush.
The play went On to the scene where the lovers
are alone.
And he kissed her with energy enough to melt
heart OF stone.
Just then looked at my neighbor While she looked
at the stage,
With wonder on her pretty face mingled with a
comic rage.
She dropped the glasses with gesture strangely
rough,
And turning. pouting. said she didn't kiss her half
enough"
Now Thought differently; but,by all the elements
blue
We sailors swear by. whispered, '.aud Just my
sentiments, too."
Oh Fredl II then you could have only seen he
face,
1t was red and white by turns, In offended maid
emily grace.
Not another word said she, and all the rest OF the
Were received unheeded by this most stony OF
sweet misses.
know 1t was all a mistake, and would gladly
overlook
her share In it If she likewise pardons the liberty
Itook.
After that she disdalnfully nestled In the opposite
side OF her chair,
While with stolen glances feasted on her lovely
face and hair.
When the curtain fell, followed her, and saw her
bow to Jack,
And found my divinity to be your cousin, Edith
Black
Jack has likewise told me that she left for New
York to-day,
And the very first time you see her want you to
say
I'm tolerably decent sort OF fellow. If am only
an ensign,
Aud silly hint at other perfections, and you see
any sign
OF regard. say the ship will shortly be at Brook
Ign
And that self and dear friend will be delighted to
On her some evening. How does the prospect I'm
press you?
Use all your diplomacy, and dear fellow I'll ever
bless you,
For Pm just knocked all to pieces,-have not bit
OF heart left
Since 1 first saw her, for she me Of my peace has
Say all this, and whatever else you can think OF In
addition;
Talk heavily OF my prospective fortune, and light
ly OF present position
Being chained to this cursed ship rely on you In
fact
To give me good "send-on" as you've the ability
and tact
wish we sailed to-dayi How hate the slowness
OF red-tapel
But I'll pay you with interest when you're In q
similar scrape.
Have letter awaiting me, for the days Will be
tediOusly SLOW
TIL have good or bad tidingA Truly yours.
Memo.
z. P. T., Georgetown, D. q
Long Lives in Maine.
To the Editor Of THE EVENING STAR:
ELLSWORTH, Me-, March 12 1885,
1 noticed in your paper recently an item
headed "a large and long lived family" stating
that 1t would be hard to find parallel case.
There are now living Of the family of BENJAMIN
C.. Sargent, late of BROOKLYN. Hancock county,
Me, nine sons and two daughters. of which 1
am the third. Our ages are Is, 70, 70, g. IS.
Us. 81. 80. SO, 81, 80. making our united ages
Ga -Four of us were born in Massachusetts,.