Another woman with her two children was captured on the steps of the capitol building, whither she had fled for protection, and this, too, while the stars and stripes floated over it.
One of President Tyler's daughters ran away with the man she loved, in order that they might be married, but for this they must reach foreign soil.

A young lady of the White House could not marry the man of her choice in the United States.

The lovers were captured, and she was brought to His Excellency, her father, who sold her to a slave-trader.
From that Washington slave-pen she was taken to New Orleans by a man who expected to get twenty-five hundred dollars for her on account of her great beauty.
My letters to the New York _Tribune_, soon attracted so much attention that is was unpleasant for me to live in a hotel, and I became the guest of my friend Mrs.Emma D.E.N.

Southworth.

It was pleasant to look into her great, dreamy grey eyes, with their heavy lashes, at the broad forehead and the clustering brown curls, and have her sit and look into the fire and talk as she wrote of the strange fancies which peopled her busy brain.
Among the legislative absurdities which early attracted my attention was that of bringing every claim against the government before Congress.