hmond above all other spots of the earth.
He lived here in early youth.
The people here understand him perfectly.
They knew him when he was only "Fuss," and had no "Feathers" to hide his native deformity.
They never flattered him — never listened to his long-winded rattlesnake stories — never feasted him — never consented to regard him as anything but plain "Wingfield" (not "Winfield") Scott. They perfectly comprehend all the littleness, and all the meanness of his character.
When old Zac Taylor came here to lay the corner-stone of the Washington monument, all the State turned out to meet him and to great him.--The enthusiasm was greater, even, than it was when Lafayette visited the city.
When old Scott came here — swelling and puffing from his Mexican campaign — not a hundred people turned out to welcome him. For a small mind like his, this was an offence never to be forgiven, and Virginia, afterwards, voted against him. Hence his insane and insatiate desire to march to Richm