Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1889-01-08
Alexandria Counay.

Correspondence OF the AIcXanGfia GAZETTs.l
Your correspondent finds himself lomi-
cilod where from commanding eminenco,
be looks down upon your city. Spread out
in panorama Of no small beauty a lard
scape lies of varied and attractive festures
A familiarity with the early dawn, unknown
in his former experience, enables him 10
speak of tha view at its most entrancing
hour. Days ot most unparalleled weather
have given continuous occurrences Of this
scene. a long glow over the Maryland
hills, the mist rising from the Potomac and
Hunting Creek, a deepening flush on the
upper edge of many rolling masses of smoke,
bursting out suddenly of the fiery bail and
glorious Lighting up oil spires and chin
neys and we have sunrise as seen from
''Red Hill"
a countless flock of crows coming irom
the neighborhood of Arlington and the
free bridge are heading straight for the
marshes south of the city. One
wonders how so many Of the sable
birds find food. II some enterprising api-
cure should suddenly discover them TO be
edible, what boundless supply we should
have But there is no hope Of that aud
Alexandria gunners will continue TO hunt
all day with the same disheartened result.
No use in shooting the black cawing mar
anders, for only among politicians land
then under pressure Of circumstances) is
the bird eaten.
This morning, as We look down On Alex.
andria, we take in the familiar buildings
and establishments at sweep. For over
to the left rise the Capitol and the Monu
ment, from which you cannot get away.
Tbo,, tho Iipa of ilroo6 ha ro,. 6iapoop
tied viaduct arch, the Gentlemen'4 Driving
Park, the Poor House, the latter SO neatly
and thriftily kept as almost to invite pau
perism, the long wall and buildings of Col.
ross, the cotton factory-so suggestive Of
what might, could and should be, the
County Courthouse, the town clock steeple,
the church spires and the Midland
round house. There is train rush
ing in from Washington. It's col
umn OF smoke has hattened out,
into long wavering line, dark underneath,
centred with light, and tipped with crimson
from the rising sun. Suddenly the train has
shot on and left the vaporous bar to mark
its passage. Up here on tho Hill We are not
out of civilization. Pleasant looking cot
tages crown the hill tops. Across ravine
we see the stones and monuments of Ivy
Hill catching the sweet morning beams, fit
emblens of sweeter dawn that has come for
many of the silent sleepers Back on the
| west the tall steeple of the Theologi-
cal Seminary rises, al imposing out.
line upon the horizon. Immediately on the
right we have the Tacey place, nov owned
by the Adams family, lovely cottage.
Just back of us the home once owned by Rev.
f. Nj. Mills and now by Mr.. Moeris, very
attractive place Just below US IS the Otter
back farm, on which its former owner, the
late james McGraw. put go much loving
care. And lastly to our right just across
the old Braddock road, stands amidst
its handsome cedars, the home of
Harris Freeman, esq, with its lovely ter
races, it's many windows and it's comfortable
crowds of ducks and chickens. This is one
of the most attractive places in the vicinity.
close with brief mention of sad Incl
dent connected with the last mentioned
home, capitol View" Among the conve.
niencies of "Capitol View" has been mule.
1t was of uncertain age, but has long, be-
yond doubt, been old enough to vote. Re.
Gently it became useless from Ell incurable
injury, and friend Freeman sent it down the
hill to the edge Of mis- farm TO be executed.
Fifty cents worth of chloroform had been
procured from new and enterprising drug
firm in AieXandrle (lT tney 90 not adVertlse
take this OUT, and the same vas administer
ed by gentleman who had promised to
dispose of "Jack" very promptly. He gave
the whole dose, and finding the animal in q
staggering condition quickly fnished the
lob with two blows of an axe, which crack
ed the skull. The executioner came M to
the house and reported the deed doEe, but
had hardly gotten the words out of his
mouth when his attention was callect the
mule, VINO had returned to the back yard
and was helping himself to the fodder stack
with his usual appetite. He saemed . little
solemn, winked at his master but made no
remark. He was again killed. But let no
belated traveller ascending Red Hill some
dark night this winter be surprised at a
strange apparition staggering dimly through
the cedars-the shadowy ghost OF Nj. Free
mans mule. Ia. B.
"The Anchorage" Alexandria CO., Jan. a