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LETTER FROM MRS. ROYALL.

 Washington CitV, .Nay, 1881,
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 How do you do? I am dying to hear from you and your charming little city-how does 1t come on? all alive and bustling, no doubt, filled with cotton bags and blue skins. How is my dear friend Mir. tI--2 the rascally printers have spelt his name wrong in my book, besides making a thousand other biun- ders--will you be so good as to correct them in your paper. What have you done with that vagabond -, who met me in the court house? Gt is pret- ty building.) The vagabond! to insult lone woman. the widow of Revolu- tionary hero! Remember me to all my kind friends in Macon--I shall never forget htem.

 Don't get angry with me! Don't abuse me for not writing oftener. You k,aoa0 how full my hands always arc-aye, more than full, so that ] haven't mo- ment to devote to friendship-Business and politics claim every instant of my time. Haven't the whole world to re- gulate? isn't every government under the sun in confusion? aint the sun itself abusing his trust? don't the seasons all stand in need of Reform? and who can better regulate these matters than Anne Royal? What would Christendom and the masons do but for me? To-day must tickle the three tails of the Grand Turk --to-morrow comb the moustachios of the valiant Russ-next day tune the fid- dle for Monster of France--thcn re- stuff the easy chair of John Bull, then send a new whip top to the emperor of Austria then give the starving fight ing Poles bread and butter, make up q pair of small clothes for Belgium, and whittle toothpick for king Ferdinand! by which time his holiness the Pope must have his linen smoothed again.- So you see cant be idle; I've thou . sand letters to read every day, and a thousand answers to write--so many ap- plications for office, and so many com plaints against postmasters, contractors, collectors, and the like! shall go dis tracted, stark mad-6fty clerks could not do half my business, if | dare trust them to do it, which dare not.

 We are all in a pretty pickle here at present-the wheels of government stick in the mud, the officers like young steers pullagainst each other; they don't gee together at all. Not long ago l was sent for from New York in as great a hurry as ever midwife was. hasten ed to the capital--Ifoundit itin confusion. The rascally hirelings, while their mas ter was laid up with an attack of bilious collie, and wasn't expected to live an hour, instead of sympathising at his bed side, were rumaging his desks and pi- .geon holes! they cant deny it, the var lets! caught them in the very fact!-- You know the result, they were exposed and turned away, as they should have been long ago. V--w was in real dis. tress: Do Mrs. Royal, says he, deliver me from the hands of these Philistnes' tthe cringing fellow, only year ago he refused to buy a Black hook.) Deliver Yourself, says I, had no hand in bring ang them upon you.

 .shalxe not your greasy locks at me-

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