ing—added a tender charm; the faint notes of canary birds mingled with the clarionet, and the happiness that reigned was like unto their trillings. But now a different scene presents itself. The bright-eyed belle is no longer flushed with the excitement of the dance; the grave men of letters and the statesman are not wondering at the intricacies of Strauss' fascinating waltzes; the military hero who has returned to his tactics, enters these halls with more solemn tread, for he and they stand before some of the grandest productions of genius that tell of the earnest purpose of life, the hours of toil, pleasure and pain. The goddess that ruled that gay and festive scene sits now in dignified repose, for where the bâton waved, is spread out the glory that attaches to art.
Mr. Corcoran has selected as a board of trustees for the gallery some of our most valued citizens, and we recognize in the following names, gentlemen of culture and refinement, and in every way worthy of the calling, to wit: Jas. M. Carlisle (President), who has worn the legal mantle with honor and brilliant success; J. C. Hall (Vice President), the distinguished physician, whose name is a household word with the people of Washington; George W. Riggs (Treasurer), the former partner of Mr. Corcoran, the popular banker and possessor of a princely fortune; Anthony Hyde (Secretary), the intimate friend and confidential agent of Mr. Corcoran, and noted for his high-toned character and genial manners; Henry D. Cooke, former Governor of the District; Charles M. Mathews, an elegant and polished gentleman; Prof. Joseph Henry, the distinguished scientist; Jas. C. McGuire, a patron of the fine arts, and a wealthy and respected citizen; and Mr. Wm. T. Walters, of Baltimore, to whose superior taste and
