BY THE SOUTHERN MAIL.

Washington.
Correspondence OF the Herald j
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Correspondence OF the Herald
WASHINGTON, Nov Is. ls44


Snnset-Ihe Prssident. and his Reflections 1x1es~


Blue Stockirgs-F,ed 7homas Beschen Tree


CM DoDn- Iutlnsss Of the City, &c.


My DEAR GENERALi-


The sunset last night was clear, poetic and glori
ous-the poor old county Of Fairfax was sheeted in
golden blaze auspicous OF better times II was
good for sore eyes 10 look at it from the Presi.
dents house, and We doubt aot that as "His Ex-
cellenza" contemplated it, with his Northern bride
with Southern principles, his heart yearned with
paternal affection for the fish region OF his native
Williamsburg, and, with the "love of early days."
for the fair and beautiful companion OF his life's
decline. Lucky. lucky honest John Tyler.


The weather 10 day Is as clear as a belle, and as
blue as an old maid who dabbles in sentimental
stories Tor the magazines. We are comforied in he
assurance. however, that the "blue stockings" are
in favor Of Podk-pok cherries, and the Polka And
why Because Polk Is the President, while poke
Polka the grand National dance 70 which Clay "a
great hand al poker) and Frelinghysen play second
fiddle A rich parasrsph, by the Lord Harry.


zine, copyrighted by the Harpers, n, entitled, "The
Beechen Tree; Tale told in Rhyme, by r. w.
Thomas: an,hor Of Clinton Bradshaw" and a
clerk IA the Treasury Department. Itis tale with
out either head or tai-ii's sorry tale tor such
tale teller as Thomas He had too much water in
his brandy in spinning cut this most waiery dilu-
tion. We like you Thomas. and you know il !;
but how, in the name OF Susanna, have you lost
your wit, your humor, your rhythm, rhyme and
reason Did our friend Bob overlook your manu-
scripts did Terel revise them or did you rely
tirely upon poor Bradshaw We think 50. Take
an extract at random, for example, p. Ai-
Our Josey, Joe. or Mr. King


Is dancing with the widow Lead.
He cut for her the pigeon wing,


And Helen, she cut Josey dead !"
!" Oh most lame and impsrtinent conclusion 7"
Oh Fred, most miserable Josey Mix it stron-
ger, for Gods sake, mix II stronger.
The city continues as dull az an old razor
stranger olters at the hotels, wanders the Streets
in solitary abstraction during the day, and goes
early to bed, for the resident population, like the
accumulated sick around the pool of Sloan, are
| awaiting the agitation Of the waters Of Congress
Hall. No amusements, no balls, no levees, mass
meetings, no music at the west end, nor at the
pltol, no business, no pastme, no money, no credit
at the bar, social reunions, no nothing Of all
the interesting minutin of the winter in Washing
| ton But we shall have them-the members are
| beginning to drop in one by one. We shall have
| brisk season, gay season, a good season, and
we hope for the best OF weather.


| But we do expect something unsurpassably fine
| in the Democratic jubilee next week. We shall
| give you full account of it. Bon mutt. BOB.