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invited through the newspapers. My expe- very poverty of the people of Washington prorience about these receptions and levees is tects them from the vulgar pride of wealth and that they are the most tiresome things one the vices of a society merely based on fortune. can well conceive of, though exceedingly proper, There is none of the crudeness and arrogance nay, praiseworthy in themselves. The recep- of a fast-growing place, though of course none tions are stiff from their very nature; being of the vigour and energy which accompany the as it were obligatory on the part of the Pre- movements of such communities. sident, and have yet this inconvenience, that i Washington, moreover, is delightful from the they present you constantly with new faces, absence of all inquisitive neighbours, no matter and that the company is seldom numerous in what part of the town you happen to reside. enough to admit of an agreeable chat without Neighbours, in a city, are always troublesome; being observed or noted by a reporter. The they are a sort of forced acquaintance which case is different with the levees, which are
every one tries to get rid of as best he can, always jammed after the fashion of the crush- without giving offence or rendering himself room at the London Opera House. One cannot, obnoxious to their censure; their very symof course, call this society; as well might you pathy is distressing, and even in prosperity consider the people in the streets your com little better than an annoyance. The people pany; but the custom is laudable, and the idea
of Washington are not much troubled with such hich introduced it in perfect unison with the affectionate incumbrances, and a sudden transimplicity of our government. Once every sition from Boston, for instance, to the federal month, if not oftener, the President opens his city, must really produce a very lively sensation house, (which is in fact the people's house,) to l of individual and social independence. all who wish to pay their respects to him. He receives them, not as their chief magistrate,
Again, Washington has no mob, though in but as a gentleman receives his invited guests,
lieu thereof a mixed population of free blacks who, on that occasion, are his equals and must
and slaves, constituting by far the worst body be treated with cordial civility. Considering
of servants in the United States. I do not that everybody goes, and that there is no
| remember having conversed with a Washingmaster of ceremonies appointed to preserve
tonian who did not complain of his “ domestics." order and decorum among the visiters, the
As the evil is generally felt, I wonder they do scene at the levee of an American President
not propose some adequate means of effecting is a source of just pride to every citizen.
Ta cure. At all events, the absence of a mob
1 | a cure have never noticed any glaring impropriety
is a pretty good offset against the absence of such as one does notice occasionally at Euro
good servants, and adds certainly much to the pean courts, where none are invited who have
security of property in the District, the whole not been regularly presented; and as to the
of which is guarded by about sixteen watcheagerness with which, according to foreign
men and an auxiliary guard, of which I never criticism, “the universal mob at a President's
saw but the captain.—Perhaps the rest are levee" attack the refreshments, it has been
militia! vastly exceeded by the select mob of French- Among the other good things in Washington, I men and Englishmen in their rush to the sup- / must not forget to mention a very important one per-room at the Tuileries. I doubt whether in all cities and all times; I would here allude any European sovereign would be personally to the absence of all provincial feeling, and safe in throwing his palace open to a mixed the presence of a high-toned comprehensive multitude, and there is certainly no city in patriotism which embraces the whole Union. Europe the entire population of which would, This is the more gratifying when contrasted under such circumstances, conduct themselves with the state pride of the inhabitants of other with such distinguished propriety as the people cities, which but too often degenerates into a of Washington.
sentiment almost antagonistical to AmericanAnd here I think it is proper that I should ism. To whatever extent partisan feelings in notice some of the agreeable things in and politics may be carried in Washington, a geabout the federal city, which atone really innuine imperishable love of the Union, of the a great measure for its foibles. One of them whole country, is a characteristic quality of its is the unpretending, generous hospitality which inhabitants. One cannot but be convinced the people extend, without scarcely an excep- that here, after all, beats the national heart! tion, to respectable strangers from all parts of With all the vexations of mind and body to the Union. There are no “ vulgar upstarts" which strangers are exposed in the federal about Washington, there is no " codfish aristo-city, few will leave it without grateful rememcracy," as Mr. Bennett has baptized it, no brances, and an attachment to its very soil, irritating and offensive exclusiveness on the which will make a return to it an object of part of self-constituted “ upper classes.” The gratification and delight.
(See Engraving.) Ah! plume thy crest, my pretty bird,
The strong delight, the human joy, And shake thy happy wings,
Thy tones can ne'er express; In glad defiance of the cage
For thy tiny breast, with such a theme, That o'er thee empty swings; ,
Would break with happiness.
The summer leaves will bring to thee, As swelled each note to the magic touch,
Dear wish, a happy nest, of the bright year's flowery prime.
But not go dear as the tender hope
Which triumphs in my breast; Perchance thy måte, in yonder vine,
Which springs with instant blushes forth, Awaits thy charméd note,
To a charm I cannot speak, To spread the wing, and on the air.
Though I feel it warming at my heart, In wooing dalliance float.
And mantling on my cheek.
Other vines may bud and thickets bloom, To pour a strain which seems to trill
By the spring dews gently wet, To a thought too sweet to utter.
My heart is still the happiest thing
Of all the season yet; Yet which of all thy rapturous strains
And birds may sing their vernal joys, Can ever tell for me,
With love's entrancing art, The bliss which gathers at my heart,
But the happy voice outvies them all, In a gush of melody?
Which is warbling at my heart.
“THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS OF”-SARTAIN.
THEY'RE not the gems of a plundered sea,
With their awkward limbs in liveried glow.