I write you these lines from the beautiful, sunny, sumptuous, splendid capital of the great United States of America. Do not vote my three adjectives extravagant. The sunshine in these perfect spring days is enchanting to one who has endured weeks of fog, rain, drizzle, dampness, and Scotch mist in London, True a London late spring and summer and early autumn are perfect, as far as weather goes. But I came away list one month ayo and spring had not waked from the sleep of winter. Again, Washington is sumptuous, in the grandeur of her private residences and public buildings, and her broad streets, with hor richly' gowned ladies and well groomed men slowly parading her clean sidewalks. It is the only city, save a few Southern cities, in all this country where they make haste slowly." Boston, New York, Philadelphia, always rush and tear about fo the bewilderment of staid Bri-fishers, But Washington, bless you, never thinks of being in a hurry. Even the ragged negro children, lolling along the green parks, cannot be induced to hurry under fen cents, or possibly a nickel, which in five cents or twi-pence halfpenny. And the splendour of Washington, who can deny this, seeing it lit up of evenings, showing the "White House," or Executive Mansion, the State Department and other public buildings glinting with the lights, while the Potomac River like a silver ribbon winds about the feet of the official centre of Aierica,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.