Hot.
--The sun, for a week past, has been pouring down his vertical rays at a forty-horse power rate on the denizens of this promising city.
This is a fact, the existence of which no one hereabouts questions, unless he resides in an ice-house.
People, male and female, who are not compelled by the calls of business, select the ‘"early morn"’ or ‘"dewy eve"’ for those pedal exercises which give roses to the cheek and health to the body.
If they did not, one or two days hearty exercise, as things now go, would result individually in such case in a presidium no larger than a grease spot.
As
Bailey's Festus says, ‘"it is no task for suns to shine."’ If it were, they would not indulge the practice to the extent they do in such alarmingly hot times.
‘
Centre of light and energy!
thy way
Is through the unknown void."
yet we can spare a little of your surplus effulgence.
Do spare us. Go to
Old Point Comfort.
The
Yankees will welcome thee.
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