Robert Colyer On Washington

tTe was fu 11 of sound nnd hear+Y hn. nvin lile to tho lust. Ho tclls Louis Philippe, long alter he had vet red froni public lile, that lic alwnys slcüps wcll bcuausc ho has nothing on his conscience. Still there ia a tradition tlmt the gwod man was sometimes knpt awnke nihts. Such a thin as a curtain lectura liascoine down amons tho tradltiont. We havo to speak of such Üilngi with bnted breatli, uut thcy do s:iv tlmt Marthn had a temper, nnd riiÓUtbJnj{a did ïiot go to suit her was npt to give him a pieee of lier miiid. "VVhat I love ubout Wasliiiiííton is his grc.it, souiid, loyal natuiv, passionate soiiietiines, bilt liever sullen, nianful, but never masterful, except AVhen rnanhood and nia.stery aro ono and the saine. At the shaineful staiupedo of somc of his men in September, 1776, ho could dash his liat to the ground in a grand rage, snap liis pistols at tuem, ana lf Hiu uuiii maot i. tohl, swear liUe a very trooper. Yes, he did swear, and 111 let you swcar lf you ever get into a fuss like that. And vet he was not profane, nor did he érate profanity in thoso about hun. j He wept bitter teara when lio sar a numbjr of liis men bayouetcd by the Black Hessiana and cunKl do ïiuthiug to save thein, anti laugbod with a rnighty laughter wlicn lie had sent Putwain to hunt down adangsroua spy and savv him return with the spy strapped on behind liis horse in tue simpo of a wonderíully stout old lady, who could by no means be kopt quiec, no matter how nuieli Putnain would tille. He could flash out too with a touch oí the humor commou to great iiatures. lic was even capable oí' a toucli of slan. I wout over a great pile of letters once, writtea to General I Waru, and in one of thein he says : "Put a new sentinel nt sucli a point, for the lellovv we put there last niyht 'went it' and has joined the eneniy." Th luk of Waühiiyion using' such language! Mauy are the Luokieuta related of his thoujhtfulusss and kiadueïs; and I love this revelation of the man so manly, so tender, and so full of Olli' human Me, far beyond the coKl and diyiiilied disuises in which it has pleaed our atpe to clothe hun, in which tiic real man is hiddcu under the uusk.