For the Washingtonian.
FACTS-NOT ROMANCE.
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On pleasant evening, in the merry month


of May, in the year 1889, there might have
been seen gay company seated around the
door of neat cottage in the northwestern part
Of the State Of Virginia, surrounded on either
side by trees and shrubbery intermingling was
the tall majestic monarch Of the woods-the
oak All were gay, blithe, and happy; nothing
had as yet marred their tranquility. The fa-
.ther, an aged veteran, with the youngest of
his family circle, were embracing each other
in tenderness; the mother, venerable as she
was, sat propounding to her daughters the
benefits, as well as the disadvantages, of the
married state; the daughters were attentive to
her mandates. Yet there was one of noble
mind seated amid that group, who bowed his
head as in sincere reflection; he was the son
OF neighboring tarmer-a man Of wealth.