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Benjamin (search for this): chapter 39
said, You know a man is heavier when he is asleep, do you suppose it possible I could have been asleep? He lived a few doors from us, and Mr. Cushing boarded not far off. Mr. Campbell lived more in the centre of the city, and Governor Marcy only a few squares from the Executive Mansion. Mr. Dobbin, the Secretary of the Navy, was also quite near, so that the Executive family of Mr. Pierce could be summoned to a meeting in an hour or less time. From this house, which had been taken by Mr. Benjamin for the winter, we moved in a few months to one round the corner on Thirteenth Street, and there lived a year. There our only child sickened, and after several weeks of pain and steady decline, died at twenty-three months old; and his lovely personality had even at that early age impressed itself on many people. He was Mr. Davis's first thought when the door opened, and the little fellow would wait as patiently as possible, sometimes a quarter of an hour, at the door to kiss his father
McClellan (search for this): chapter 39
While we lived here, Colonel Delafield, Major Mordecai and Captain McClellan were sent as a military commission to the Crimea to study theest and most admirable; he was an Israelite without guile. Captain McClellan was quite young, and looked younger than he really was from as strong in General Scott, and he assumed a protectorate over Captain McClellan at once. General Totten and he were talking about traprock idicious flavoring of spice, but no flour, sir --not a grain. Captain McClellan just then uttered the word trap. General Scott set his fork tention of the whole table called to his conversation, turned Captain McClellan a fine rosy purple. The French Minister expressed to me i. After the Malakoff was taken they went into Russia. There Captain McClellan mastered the language in three months in order to read their had done honor to his choice. Mr. Davis's appreciation of Captain McClellan was an instance of his happy faculty of discerning the merits
Margaret Graham (search for this): chapter 39
Chapter 39: Cabinet life. In the summer of 1853 I left New Orleans, under the care of Major T. P. Andrews of the army, to join Mr. Davis in Washington, with my baby, my little sister, Margaret Graham, and brother, Becket Kempe Howell; the two latter were going to school. We remained a day in Mobile, and the little ten-year old boy went to dinner alone. He had never been at a hotel before. The waiter laid down the wine card before him, of which the child ordered several bottles. He drank a teaspoonful of it and then told me in confidence: I suppose the people of the hotel give it, and some of them drink it. I tried, but I could not. He thought it was included in the ordinary charge for board. We departed shortly after the yellow fever had appeared in the city. General David Twiggs came to bid me goodby the day before I left, and told me that Colonel Bliss was quite ill with the disease; the day after I reached Washington, his death was announced. He was a handsome man, of
Mordecai (search for this): chapter 39
leaned and gone down to my grave. The sympathy of thousands is gratifying and acceptable as a tribute to the living as well as to the dead, but one misses sorely the opportunity to mourn in secret. While we lived here, Colonel Delafield, Major Mordecai and Captain McClellan were sent as a military commission to the Crimea to study the methods of war adopted there. They were to visit England, France, and Russia as well. We invited the general officers of the Army and the ambassadors from these countries to meet the Commission. Generals Scott, Jessup, and Totten were present. Colonel Delafield was an alert soldierly man with much of scientific acquirement, but a curt manner. Major Mordecai was a Hebrew, and one could readily understand, after seeing him, how that race had furnished the highest type of manhood; his mind was versatile, at times even playful, but his habits of thought were of the most serious problems, and so perfectly systematized as to make everything evolved fr
Dobbin (search for this): chapter 39
p. He was a very large man and proved too much for the chair, so it gave way with a crack which wakened him. He rose deliberately, examined the chair for some minutes, then looked at me quizzically, and said, You know a man is heavier when he is asleep, do you suppose it possible I could have been asleep? He lived a few doors from us, and Mr. Cushing boarded not far off. Mr. Campbell lived more in the centre of the city, and Governor Marcy only a few squares from the Executive Mansion. Mr. Dobbin, the Secretary of the Navy, was also quite near, so that the Executive family of Mr. Pierce could be summoned to a meeting in an hour or less time. From this house, which had been taken by Mr. Benjamin for the winter, we moved in a few months to one round the corner on Thirteenth Street, and there lived a year. There our only child sickened, and after several weeks of pain and steady decline, died at twenty-three months old; and his lovely personality had even at that early age impres
Becket Kempe Howell (search for this): chapter 39
Chapter 39: Cabinet life. In the summer of 1853 I left New Orleans, under the care of Major T. P. Andrews of the army, to join Mr. Davis in Washington, with my baby, my little sister, Margaret Graham, and brother, Becket Kempe Howell; the two latter were going to school. We remained a day in Mobile, and the little ten-year old boy went to dinner alone. He had never been at a hotel before. The waiter laid down the wine card before him, of which the child ordered several bottles. He drank a teaspoonful of it and then told me in confidence: I suppose the people of the hotel give it, and some of them drink it. I tried, but I could not. He thought it was included in the ordinary charge for board. We departed shortly after the yellow fever had appeared in the city. General David Twiggs came to bid me goodby the day before I left, and told me that Colonel Bliss was quite ill with the disease; the day after I reached Washington, his death was announced. He was a handsome man, of
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 39
of Major T. P. Andrews of the army, to join Mr. Davis in Washington, with my baby, my little sisteead. When we reached Washington we found Mr. Davis had rented a furnished house on Thirteenth Sage impressed itself on many people. He was Mr. Davis's first thought when the door opened, and thive with her. For many months afterward, Mr. Davis walked half the night, and worked fiercely ldiers who had done honor to his choice. Mr. Davis's appreciation of Captain McClellan was an ierted, but quite cheerful. I asked him what Mr. Davis had said. He answered, Oh! I shall not do ssing the Bonin Islands. Thus was installed Mr. Davis's pet and the scourge of the servants and opresent, finding out that the little dog was Mr. Davis's, fed him with so many dainties that he diethere any serious divergence between him and Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis expressed his inability to agree bjectionable course, and so it was settled. Mr. Davis has given an account of the slight dissonanc[5 more...]
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (search for this): chapter 39
tainly there was little in the new life she led there to comfort or cheer her, and her depression was rendered still greater by being a constant sufferer from an obscure ailment. She was very small, and never could have been pretty, but was very well read, intelligent, and gentle, and was a person of strong will and clear perceptions; her husband's society was the one thing necessary to her, and he was too overworked to give her much of his time. She was so like the picture of Mrs. Elizabeth Barrett Browning that one who knew her was deceived into believing that it was her likeness. She had a keen sense of the ridiculous, but was too ceremonious to indulge it often. She lived much within herself. With her sorrow pressed close to her stricken heart she bore her position with patience and gentle dignity. Of Mr. Pierce I cannot speak as reliably as another who loved him less. All sympathies seemed united in him. No one was so poor that, in any honorable personality, Mr. Pierce
V. H. Davis (search for this): chapter 39
it now is with China. In my distress I appealed to the Secretary of War, but he said: I cannot interfere with General Scott's prerogatives; it would be offensive, and our relations are now strained. I am as much troubled about it as you are. I laughingly said, I shall appeal to the President, and accordingly wrote to him at once, that the Secretary of War declined to relieve the lieutenant, that I thought it unnecessary severity, and that I hoped he would grant the delay, and signed it V. H. Davis. Weeks passed on and no answer came. The President rode up to my carriage the evening preceding the parting of the young people, and noticing that I was depressed, asked what had gone awry. I told him, and said, I have never asked any favor of you except this, and it was an intensely personal one to me. He laughed heartily and said, I noticed the handwriting, how much like the General's it was, and thought it a man's hand and referred the note to him, but I will go at once and send Ge
Patrick Jordon (search for this): chapter 39
rom the hues of the carpet, and if ever a bashful young lieutenant came to pay his respects to the Secretary of War, he entered in a somersault over the dog, or he trod on it, and Bonin, yelping out his indignation, had to be soothed by his master. If I complained of this nuisance Mr. Davis bowed and offered to build a house for myself and my dog. However Bonin grew to be somewhat less troublesome as he gained in age and experience. When he left Washington, in 1861, he was given to Patrick Jordon, Mr. Davis's faithful messenger, to be reclaimed when convenient, but this distinguished Japanese, one of the first who acquired citizenship by years of residence, went in an unhappy hour during the war to a fair, where the persons present, finding out that the little dog was Mr. Davis's, fed him with so many dainties that he died of indigestion. His master never ceased to talk of and regret him. We never understood why Mr. Pierce was undervalued and spoken of by his opponents as a
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