master, would have been born in Richmond, in the house at present occupied by H. W. Fry, Esq., next to the City Hall, had not an untimely discovery of the little intimacy alluded to above caused the compulsory absence of Mrs. Pryor and her inamorata from Richmond.
Fremont first saw the light of day in Charleston, S. C. Whether goaded by the thoughts of his ignoble birth, or what other motive we know not, he has been engaged all his life in desperate enterprises.
From the time he stole Jessie Benton down to this, he has been trying some new scheme to place his name on the roll of fame.
He has the credit of being the first one who ever essayed with any success to marshal the motley hordes of abolitionism in a regular war (at the ballot-box) against the South and its integrity.
He did not succeed then, nor do we imagine he will now, though he proposes to substitute bullets for ballots.
In the Presidential campaign in which he was the standard-bearer of the enemies of the South,
on, and Price to capture Lexington and recover all the money he had stolen, she was carrying the war into the very White House at Washington, calling Old Abe to account, bearding (if the expression be proper of a lady) the old lion of Silver Spring, and his whelp of St. Louis in their respective dens, and kicking up a great fuss generally all over the Western country.
She has established her own fame, and settled the status of Fremont for all time to come.--Hereafter he will be known as Jessie Benton's husband, just as a distinguished Philadelphian was known as the man who married Fanny Kemble, and as Coldschmidt is still known as the husband of Jenny Lind. No matter; he is no worse off than Prince Albert, and nobody doubts that he needs some sort of guardianship.
It was said by some sarcastic Bonapartist, with respect to the Bourbons, that the Duchess of Angouleme was the only man of the family.
Any man who should predicate this of Jessie's position in the House of Fremont, would