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AMUSEMENTS.

In the different hotels here they have different amusements.

At Dr. Strong's, the temperance water-cure boarding-house,
they have blessings, prayers, and sermons, daily. Sometimes Dr.
Cuyler narrates how the Israelites became carpet-baggers with
Moses down in Egypt—then the Hutchinsons sing a psalm.

At Dr. Hamilton's—the Crescent—they keep a sort of High
Church hotel. They sing more psalms and worse psalms there
every day than they do on Sunday on a negro plantation in
Louisiana. But they have some good sermons, to make up.
Last Saturday, Dr. Hamilton discoursed on “How to live a long
life.” He says the way to do it is to drink Hathorn water and
board at his hotel. Dr. Wright examined heads during the
evening. I have not heard the result. Dr. Leyburne, of Baltimore,
preaches a good deal, and sings bass beautifully.

At the American Hotel they have sixteen Catholic priests who
only eat meat four times a day at the hotel and once down at
Moon's. They are great lovers of woodcock and spring chicken
on the sly. After dinner you can count sixteen jolly red faces
on the back balcony, all smoking clay pipes and telling amusing
anecdotes.

At the Grand Union the guests all arise at 8 A. M., go down
to Congress Spring and imbibe, then come back and look at A.
T. Stewart, the handsome Judge Hilton, and Judge Barnard's
hat; then they all shake hands with William Leland. Then
comes a promenade up to the Indian encampment, dinner, music
on the balcony, a ride over to Moon's, and then they all go into
the ball-room.

At the Clarendon they all sit on the balcony, look prim, form
cliques and cut every body. Sometimes they discuss pedigrees
and incomes, then listen to the Clarendon band—the hand organ,
or watch the shooting gallery and the revolving horses.