W ASH N G I @ N .

SATURDAY MORNING, DEC. 90, ls4a.

roo BAD.
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The sun went to bed on Thursday night, and
got up again yesterday morning, and no more
stopped on account of Mr.. Wise's declaring that
he should leave the South in the hands Of Pro-
Uidence, than if he had made no such astounding
declaration. We ourselves saw few stars
peep out through the clouds on the same eve-
nng and they twinkled their bright little eyes as
cunningly as any little roguish lassie, who has
found out secret, and wishes to. let you know
it. We thought they were laughing in their
sleeves at the mock heroic scene, and at the idea
that old SOL should not even have stopped to say,
"what's the matter there :" as he went along
by the Capitol.