he golden ripples, silver now, are hidden under a "round-eared cap,"
the quick flush has faded in her cheek, and fold upon fold of snowy
gauze and creamy silk are crossed over the bosom that thrilled to the
fiddles of Slocum's barn. She has found the cool grays and the still
waters; but on Dorothy's children rests the "Shadow of the Sword"!

AN INSPIRED LOBBYIST.

By J. W. DeForest.

(_Atlantic Monthly, December,_ 1872.)

A certain fallen angel (politeness toward his numerous and influential
friends forbids me to mention his name abruptly) lately entered into
the body of Mr. Ananias Pullwool, of Washington, D.C.

As the said body was a capacious one, having been greatly enlarged
circumferentially since it acquired its full longitude, there was
accommodation in it for both the soul of Pullwool himself (it was a
very little one) and for his distinguished visitant. Indeed, there was
so much room in it that they never crowded each other, and that
Pullwool hardly knew, if he even so much as mistrusted, that there was
a chap in with him. But other people must have been aware of this
double tenantry, or at least must have been shrewdly suspicious of it,
for it soon became quite common to hear fellows say, "Pullwool has got
the Devil in him."

There was, indeed, a remarkable change--a change not so much moral as
physical and mental--in this gentleman's ways of deporting and behaving
himself. From being logy in movement and slow if not absolutely dull in
mind, he became wonderfully agile and energetic. He had been a
lobbyist, and he remained a lobbyist still, but such a different one,
so much more vigorous, eager, clever, and impudent, that his best
friends (if he could be said to have any friends) scarcely knew him for
the same Pullwool. His fat fingers were in the buttonholes of
Congressmen from the time when they put those buttonholes on in the
morning to the time when they took them off at night. He seemed to be
at one and the same moment treating some honorable member in the
bar-room of the Arlington and running another honorable member to cover
in the committee-rooms of the Capitol. He log-rolled bills which nobody
else believed could be log-rolled, and he pocketed fees which
absolutely and point-blank refused to go into other people's pockets.
During this short period of his life he was the most successful and
famous lobbyist in Washington, and the most sought after by the most
rascally and desperate clai