Two days are passed in the journey, and our party, arrived safely at Willard’s, found their comfortable apartments prepared for them, and their servants as glad of their arrival as if they had been separated a year, instead of a day.

And now, dear reader, I do not intend discussing Washington society.  It must be a more skilful pen than mine that can throw a sun of light upon this chaos of fashionable life, and bring forth order and arrangement.  We are only here for relaxation and change of air, and when our invalids feel their good effects, we must return with them to their quiet, but not unuseful life.

There were many preparations to be made, for our young ladies proposed to enter into the gayeties of the season.  Ellen was to throw off her mourning, and her old nurse begged her and Alice “to buy a plenty of nice new clothes, for they might as well be out of the world as out of the fashion.”  They both agreed with her, for they were determined to be neither unnoticed nor unknown among the fair ones of the Union who were congregated at the capital.

Do not be astonished; there is already a tinge of red beneath the brown lashes on Alice’s cheek.  And as for her heart, oh! that was a great deal better, too; for it has been found by actual experiment, that diseases of the heart, if treated with care, are not fatal any more than any other complaints.  Mrs. Weston grew happier every day; and as to Alice’s uncle, he hardly ever took his eyes off her, declaring that there must be something marvellously strengthening in the atmosphere of our much abused city; while Alice, hearing that Walter Lee was mixing in all the gayeties of Richmond, already began to question her attachment to him, and thinking of Arthur’s long-continued and devoted affection, trembled lest she should have cast away the love of his generous heart.

Mr. Weston often felt the time hang heavily upon him, though he saw many valued friends.  He would not have exchanged the life of a country gentleman for all the honors that politics could offer to her favorite votary; and for the ordinary amusements which charmed Alice and Ellen, even in advance, the time had come for him to say, “I have no pleasure in them.”  But thinking of Alice’s health only, and, above all, anxious that her marriage with his son should be consummated during his lifetime, no sacrifice appeared to him too great to make.

The weather was still delightful, and as the soirees, assemblies, and matinees had not yet commenced, a party was formed to go to Mount Vernon.  The day fixed upon was a brilliant one, in the latter part of November.  A number of very agreeable persons boarding in the hotel were to accompany them.  Bacchus was exceedingly well pleased at the prospect. “’Deed, Miss Alice,” he said, “I is anxious to see de old gentleman’s grave; he was a fine rider; the only man as ever I seed could beat master in de saddle.”  Mark objected to his carriage and horses being used over such rough