The Senator was greatly surprised and place now, Massa John; you is in a tight amazed. place now! Good bye, Massa John!" and Jim swung away at his usual limping gait. He replied: You must recall it; you can overtake Hay with a messenger now if you will. Please send for him at once for I can not possibly undertake it. My health will not permit me to think of it for a mo ment." Beauty of Nullification and of the Guillotine. Napoleon, on one occasion, when speaking of the French Revolution, called it 'natre belle revolution. This will do to go along with a little occurrence in 1835, soon after the excited times of nullification. But the President was firm. "You must take it," he said, and later in the day he sent word as follows: "Tell Fessenden to stick." Meantime telegrams Mr. Calhoun, in a conversation with from all parts of the country came pour- Senator-then Judge-Butler, repeatedly ing in upon him, congratulating him upon called nullification a beautiful remedy.' his admirable selection. At night Mr. The assertion of State sovereignty, against Lincoln was in fine spirits, and he ex- an unconstitutional act of Congress, apclaimed to Mr. Seward who was present: peared beautiful in the eyes of Mr. Cal"The Lord has never yet deserted me, and I did not believe he would this time!" The strain which the Ship of State suffered during this sudden financial complication will not be forgotten. houn. "Mr. Calhoun,” replied Judge Butler, "I am as determined a nullifer as any one, and I am as ready to go as far in the assertion of State sovereignty as you can possibly be;" (Judge Butler and many others had, indeed, preceded Mr. Calhoun Master and Servant meeting in a Strange in the open avowal of nullification,) but, Place. to save my life, I cannot see the beauty of it. Nullification is all right, but as to its being beautiful that is another thing. It is not unreasonable to suppose that a man might have replied to Napoleon There is a quaint old negro to be seen every day in the City Building Park, Cincinnati, who is known and called by the name of James Morgan. He acts as a sort of Cerberus of the gates, or kind of "Sire, whatever the French revolution Major Domo of the grounds, sprinkling may have effected, leaving aside all diswater upon the grass when needed, and cussions of this sort-to save my life, your clearing away the litter that accumulates Majesty, as to the beauty of the guillotine, in the paths. Well, James was originally I have never been able to see that!" Stanton and the "Old General." Secretary Stanton will be recognized. by all who ever saw him when in his prime, by the following portrait: Stout, a slave to the father of Morgan, the rebel chief, but some years ago he contrived to make his escape, and found his way to Cincinnati, where he has lived ever since. Hearing that his young master-the notorious guerilla Morgan-was in the city thick-set, about five feet eight inches high; prison, he made application to the Chief hair and beard very black, the latter worn of Police to see him, and was admitted. thick and long; head set very erect on his The General treated him warmly, shook shoulders-if anything a little thrown hands with him, and congratulated him back; face round and solid in expression, upon his having his freedom. "Yes, with blunt features; address prompt and Massa John," broke in Jim, "you mout practical-voice full, distinct and unmusiyourn too, if you hadn't gwine in to cal. He never studied the art of pleasing broke up de Union; but you is in a tight and this left him without the gift of pay hab 66 ing compliments in conversation. An ex-misconception of your oath of allegiance. hibition of his thoughtlessness in this re- You have solemnly sworn to support the gard was exhibited when the officers of United States, and now you avow that you the army called to pay their respects to are for the Rebel Confederacy. This him on his induction into the War De- is nothing but perjury. I shall have to partment. An officer well sprinkled with commit you for trial. gray, but yet with quite a vigorous step and clear eye, was presented to Mr. Stanton. The latter recognized him, and shook him warmly by the hand, saying: "I remember you well. I saw you many years ago, when you were in the prime of life, and I was a little boy about so high," and the new Secretary measured with his hand, as he said this, an imaginary lad of not over ten years old. The sturdy old General turned and walked off without a word in reply, evidently not disposed to regard himself so 'old' as Mr. Stanton's remarks would have implied. Backing the Commander-in-Chief. The story seems to have become quite a favorite one, that a well known Senator took it into his head to have a special interview with the President, in order to ask a change in a certain particular, relative to military operations. The President agreed that it was a good one, and promised that he would make it. Some time, however, intervened, and nothing was done, when the Senator again visited the executive mansion, and accosted the President with, "Well, I see you have not made the change.' "No, Sir, General Halleck I would not consent." "Well, then, why The following conversation, which oc- don't you dispose of Halleck, if he is alcurred not far from Nashville, Tenn., will ways in the way?" "Well," said the give some idea of the estimation in which President, "the fact is, the man who has the oath of allegiance to the United States no friends should be taken care of." The is held by many of the chivalry. A Senator retired, appreciating the Presiwealthy secessionist, of high social posi- dent's dry compliment to the Commandertion, was summoned as a witness before a in-Chief. military board: Quality of Secessionist Oaths. Officer.-Are you a loyal man? Secessionist.-I have taken the oath. Offi.—Are you a friend to the Federal Government? Big Job in Prospect. A brisk and spirited dialogue was that which took place between an East Tennesseean loyalist and a Mississippi Butternut' who had been taken prisoner and Secess. I cannot say that I am. Offi.-Well, then, are you a friend of brought into Federal custody. the Southern Confederacy? Secess. Yes, I am. Offi-And you want its armies to whip ours? Secess. I have always lived in the South; all my property is here, I have sons in the Confederate army, and it is natural that I should have a desire for our side to succeed. "What do you expect to do with us Southerners?" asked the Mississippian. "Why, we mean to whip you, Sir; we mean to whip you badly," replied the loyalist. "But if you are so sure you can whip us, why is it that you have to call in the niggers to help you out of the scrape?' 'Why, our white men are too valuable 66 Offi.-So you want the Confederacy to to risk in battles against rebels. We succeed? Secess.-Yes, I do. want to save 'em, Sir! But niggers are plenty good enough to shoot traitors with. Offi.-Well, Sir, you have a strange We mean to save our white folks, and whip you, like the very devil, with your notice of the fact from his pulpit, on own niggers. And the niggers will do the the Sabbath previous, in the following job up brown. Before the war is over, words: they will knock the handsights off you, and we intend to stand by and see the job well done!" of the magnitude of the work that seemingly, then, like a girdle, will have clasped itself upon this nation, and buckled itself in peace, so impresses me, that the great "I am called to accompany the members of the Government and the officers of the army, as they go to lift again, over the ruins of Fort Sumter, our national Garrison at the Grave of Calhoun. ensign. At other times, when the prosOne of the most impressive scenes-be- pect of any such mission seemed to me cause so eminently historical-growing almost visionary-remote, certainly-I out of the war of the rebellion, was that spoke of it with some jubilation; but as of William Lloyd Garrison, the life-long the thing itself draws near, it comes with Abolition Agitator, upon whose head a solemn shadows to me. And the sense price in southern gold had for more than a quarter of a century rested, standing at the grave of the great Apostle of Slavery and Secession, John C. Calhoun. It was on the very morning, too, April fifteenth, ness of the mission seems such that, 1865, when Abraham Lincoln died. The cemetery where the mighty senator's remains repose is a small one, opposite St. Philip's church, in the .heart of the city of Charleston; and the monument of the great advocate of slavery and nullification is built of brick and covered with a large, plain slab of marble, inscribed with the simple name-CALHOUN. He who sleeps beneath was the very soul of the "peculiar institution," when Garrison began his intense warfare against it. The latter had now lived to see the power of his great antagonist pass away, and just as the illustrious Emancipator, who gave to the system its final blow, was breathing his last, Garrison laid his hand upon the monument before him, and said, impressively, "Down into a deeper grave than this, slavery has gone, and for it there is no resurrection." It was a scene, take it for all in all, that a painter might well attempt to reproduce upon canvass. though I am unaccustomed to tremor, my soul trembles within me. There will be many that will go to participate in that solemn and wonderful event in the history of this people; and I should be sorry if there was one that went with any other feeling than that of the most profound Christian patriotism. And if any man goes, supposing that he accompanies me upon an errand of triumph and exaltation over a fallen foe, he does not know the first letter of my feelings. For I go as a brother, to say to brethren misled, ‘I appeal to you from yourselves, and from the day of your information to the better day of your knowledge.' I go, not to triumph over the South, but to say to them, 'Brethren, after four long years of blood and darkness, we bring back to you the same hearts of love that you smote at in the beginning of this conflict, and are your brethren still, if ye will.' If there be any minded in that spirit, let them go; and those that may not go, let them tarry at home, praying the blessing of God to rest, not upon the North, but upon this whole undivided land.” War Dispatches in Church. Having been requested by President Lincoln to proceed to Fort Sumter, and deliver an oration, on the fourteenth of When he had closed the sermon of the April, 1865, at the unfurling of the na- morning-the subject of which was, the tional flag once more over that renowned Body-man and the Soul-man, or, the Old spot, Rev. Henry Ward Beecher gave Man and the New Man,—and sat down, and when the singing was about to commence, Mr. Beecher rose and said "Stop! Turn to America.' We will sing that; and I will read a telegraphic dispatch that I have just received, while you are finding the place!" The reading of the dispatch-which was from the Secretary of War to Mr. Beecher, and which announced the triumphant success of the National forces under General Grant-was greeted with prolonged and enthusiastic applause.When the excitement, which was very intense, had subsided, and quiet was restored, Mr. Beecher said :"The Old Man is being conquered, and the New Man of Liberty is going to rule after this." America was then sung with a depth of feeling such as the occasion may be supposed to have inspired, after which the congregation was dismissed, by the pastor, with these words: "In the name of Almighty God, of Justice, and of Humanity, now, men, go, and be worthy of your country!" "Es this the Provo's offis?" He was dressed in brown homespun, and had an old white wool hat on his head, tied on with a handkerchief, and he leaned on a brown stick. "Es this the Provo's offis? I want a pass." Some one here attempted to explain to the old gentleman that he was in the wrong shop; but the old fellow, who was a little deaf, it seems, mistook this as a Accommodating Himself to Circumstances. Accommodating Himself to Circumstances. Immediately after the battle of Prairie Grove, some rebel officers of rank were sent up to Cane Hill, Arkansas, to negotiate for exchange of prisoners. It was during their visit that the amusing scene narrated below occurred: In a small building close on the only street of that crooked village, three Confederate officers, in their best gray uniform, were sitting on one side of a table, and three Federal officers, in blue, on the other. An old gray-headed and gray-bearded man came to the door, and incontinently walked in, with the query hesitation to give him what he wanted. "I'm a good l'yal citizen. I've got my pertection papers. I've ben to get paid for my forage. It's all right." There was a slight inclination to laugh by several present; but the old gentleman continued to make the most earnest protestations as to his "l'yalty." "Look here, my friend," said Colonel W, with a smile, "you had better take care what you say about loyalty. Look at these gentlemen "-pointing over the table-"don't you see they are Southern officers?" The old man's hand trembled as he now adjusted a dilapidated pair of spectacles to his eyes, and closely examined the gray uniforms with the velvet collars and brass stars. His hands trembled more violently. For the time being he seemed to forget the place and surrounde ings in his fear and bewilderment. At last, in great distress, he turned to the gentlemen, and began to stammer out his explanations: "Well, gentlemen, I didn't think. I I didn't mean any thing. I've allers ben a Southern man. I've jest got one son, and he's with Marmaduke. The only other man grown that's fit for sarvice is my darter's husband and he's with Rector, and-and-" "Hold on, old fellow!" cried Colonel W- "what about your being a loyal citizen?" 66 Will you inform me," asked Colonel P—————, who sat next to Colonel W"who paid you for your forage?" The old man turned to look at t'other side of the table. Again he adjusted his spectacles, and looked at the blue coats, and in an agony of distress he took off his spectacles and his handkerchief and hat, and while he leaned on both hands on the table, the tears ran down the wrinkles of his old face. "Well, well, gentlemen," he at last found words to say, "you go on an' fight it out among yourselves. I can live in any government." Important Witness on the Stand. needful, he said, to lay aside disguises,that the South had never been wronged, and that all their pretences of grievance in the matter of tariffs, or anything else, were invalid. 66 we "But," said Governor Pickens, must carry the people with us; and we allege these things, as all statesmen do many things that they do not believe, because they are the only instruments by which the people can be managed." Governor Pickens then and there declared that the two sections of country were so antagonistic in ideas and policies that they could not live together, that it was foreordained that northern and southern men must keep apart on account of differences in ideas and policies, and that all the pretences of the South about wrongs suffered were but pretences, as they very well knew. Brief but Eventful History. The history of a Federal soldier, named Robert Lane, who entered the service as a private in Loomis's battery, has some features which characterize it as one of extraordinary qualities. Briefly summed up, Lane's chronicles, military and otherwise, may be given as follows: After being a member of the above-named com In a council held in the city of Charles-pany nearly a year, he was discharged for ton, just preceding the attack on Fort physical disability. He then returned to Sumter, two commissioners were appointed the city of Detroit, where, however, his to go to Washington; one on the part of stay was limited, and the next heard of the army from Fort Sumter, and one on him he was in Nashville, connected with the part of the Confederates. The Lieu-some sutler. Shortly after this he was tenant who was designated to go for the acting as chief clown in a circus-swalLoyalists said it seemed to him that it lowed the sword, and performed other would be of little use for him to go, as his gastronomic feats of more or less wonderopinion was immovably fixed in favor of ful nature. After this, according to remaintaining the government in whose ser- port, he entered a Kentucky regiment of vice he was employed. Then Governor cavalry. but soon closed his connection Pickens took him aside, detaining, for an with this troop, whether by discharge or hour and a half, the railroad train that was desertion is not known. When next heard to convey them on their errand. He from he was a sergeant in an Indiana regiopened to him the whole plan and secret ment of Infantry, from which he deserted of the Southern conspiracy, and said to to enlist in another, in which greater bounhim, distinctly and repeatedly-for it was ties were paid. Another regiment, offer. |