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The story s current here. and believe we'll founded, that on receipt ofthe news of the death of Lieut.. G. in the bloody assault upon Monte rey, Mrs P. of the White House. ordered her coach, and went, doubtless in spirit of amia' ble symprthy, to eondols with the broken hearted mother, on the untimely death of heI gallant and darling son--a son to whom she looked as the pride and hope of her few remain ing years. Time had not sufficiently assuaged her parental suffering to admit reason to resume its empire and the distracted mother replied, sTell me not of resignation-iel me, Madam if you can, for no one seems able to answer me for what was this wicked war brought upon our country? Why was my nokle son, the n- heriter of his fathers virtues and the pride of my old age, sent to be murdered in that barba rous countryp When this'inquiry was report. ed to the author of the war--to' Young Hick- ory.' safely ensconsed in the White House, what could he reply but

 ''Twas famous victory