Still, this class of people,—and it takes all kinds to make up a world,—added to another class who make of crime a pastime and licentiousness a pleasure, adopted other modes of carrying on their “vocation,” which we here allude to under the head of “Indecent postal matter.”
XV.
Tales of the Post-Office.
THE VICTIM OF LOVE.
“Oh, grief beyond all other griefs, when fate
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate
In the wide world, without that only tie
For which it loved to live or feared to die!”
I was seated at my desk; the index-box was filled with letters,—the great Southern mail having just arrived.