A belle of the fifties; memoirs of MrsClay, of Alabama, covering social and political life in Washington and the South, 1853-66 . ions were numer-ously represented, and I remember well the burst oflaughter which greeted Mrs. Partington when she askedLady Napier, with a confidential and sympathetic air,whether the Queen had got safely over her last en-croachment. Incidentally she added some good adviceon the bringing up of children, illustrating its efficacy bypointing to Ike, whom she was teaching religiously boththe lethargy and the cataplasm ! My memories of Mrs. Gwins ball would be incomple
A belle of the fifties; memoirs of MrsClay, of Alabama, covering social and political life in Washington and the South, 1853-66 . ions were numer-ously represented, and I remember well the burst oflaughter which greeted Mrs. Partington when she askedLady Napier, with a confidential and sympathetic air,whether the Queen had got safely over her last en-croachment. Incidentally she added some good adviceon the bringing up of children, illustrating its efficacy bypointing to Ike, whom she was teaching religiously boththe lethargy and the cataplasm ! My memories of Mrs. Gwins ball would be incompletedid I not mention two or more of Aunt Ruthys escapadesduring the evening. The rumour of my intended im-personation had aroused in the breast of a certain Balti-morean youth the determination to disturb, to breakup Mrs. Clays composure. I heard of the youngmans intention through some friend early in the evening,and my mother-wit, keyed as it was to a pitch of alertness,promptly aided me to the overthrow of the venturesomehero. He came garbed as a newsboy, and, nature havingprovided him with lusty lungs, he made amusing an-. MRS. JEFFERSON DAVISof Mississippi A CELEBRATED SOCIAL EVENT 135 nouncements as to the attractions of his wares, at themost unexpected moments. Under his arm he carried abundle of papers which he hawked about in a mostprofessional manner. At an unfortunate moment hewalked hurriedly by as if on his rounds, and stoppingbeside me he called out confidently, Baltimore Sun!Have a Sun, Madam? Tut, tut! Man! said Mrs. Partington, horrified. How dare you ask such a question of a virtuous femalewidow woman ? Then bursting into sobs and coveringher eyes with the broad text of the Declaration ofIndependence, she cried, What would my poor Paulthink of that? To the hilarious laughter of those whohad gathered about us, the routed hero retreated hastily,and, for the remainder of the evening, restrained by awholesome caution, he gave Aunt Ruthy a wide berth. Such kind greet
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