t, and of course they will not carry out the compromise views of the Everett party.
But the Tribune is in great fright about the prospect of a compromise.
I hear from an intimate acquaintance of Seward that the Republicans will never agree to Crittenden's amendment.
A new penny evening paper, the Confederation, is to be started.
It will be the organ of Buchanan.
I saw a beautiful illustration of "free labor," as I went up to the Capitol yesterday, to wit: a white boy blacking Bean Hickman's boots in open day and on the street, where everybody was passing.
The Bean is in nothing changed.
With his face withered and wrinkled like a frosted crab-apple, his cold glittering eye, and his gouty feet, knotted and gnarled like the roots of a black jack tree, he presents a singular picture.
Besides the stray quarters and halves which he picks up here and there, he has a regular annual allowance from a relative, enough to enable him to live in comfort.
He carries a gold-headed can