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New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 42
the liberty and happiness of his country. Neither could I be unaware that such was the sentiment of the Democracy of New England, for it was my fortune lately to serve under a President drawn from the neighboring State of New Hampshire, and I know of you there are desirous to put a stop to the course of this agitation. For me, I have learned since I have been in New England the vast mass of true State-rights Democrats to be found within its limits-though not represented in the halls of Conglf to-night, which has evinced itself in Boston since I have been here, and showed itself in every town and village in New England where I have gone. I have stayed here, too, long enough to learn that, though not represented in Congress, there is a large mass of as true Democrats as are to be found in any portion of the Union within the limits of New England. Their purposes, their construction of the Constitution, their hopes for the future, their respect for the past, is the same as that wh
Robert C. Winthrop (search for this): chapter 42
rienced eye, offered comforting suggestions, and in fact seemed to diffuse a sense of relief and confidence about her. She said she was having her house painted, and feared the odor would injure the baby, or she would take him home with her. Throughout the long anxious night she sat calm and tender, doing what she could, and this was much. After thirty years this memory is clear and blessed to me, and her name has always been honored in our household. The Honorable William Appleton, Robert C. Winthrop, Caleb Cushing, Edward Everett, Colonel Charles Green, of The Post, Professor Pearce, Sidney Webster, and hundreds of others expressed their sympathy in the kindest manner. The happiest hours I spent in Boston were in Mr. Everett's library, looking over the editions de luxe in which it abounded, and hearing him talk about his travels. These reminiscences of Boston to this day soften all the asperities developed by our bloody war. Mr. Davis was invited to speak in Faneuil Hall by
John C. Calhoun (search for this): chapter 42
s of the States, and the powers of the Federal Government; such discussion as is commemorated in this picture of your own great and glorious Webster, when he specially addressed our best, most tried, and greatest man, the pure and incorruptible Calhoun, represented as intently listening to catch the accents of eloquence that fell from his lips. Those giants strove each for his conviction, not against a section, not against each other; they stood to each other in the relation of personal affection and esteem, and never did I see Mr. Webster so agitated, never did I hear his voice falter, as when he delivered the eulogy on John C. Calhoun. But allusion was made to my own connection with your great and favorite departed statesman. Of that I will only say, on this occasion, that very early in my congressional life Mr. Webster was arraigned for an offence which affected him most deeply. He was no accountant, and all knew that. He was arraigned on a pecuniary charge — the misappl
Miltiades (search for this): chapter 42
who, but Colonel Jefferson Davis, of the First Mississippi regiment, on the fields of Buena Vista? (Tremendous applause.) He was justly entitled to the applause of the restorer of victory to the arms of the Union. Gentlemen, in our country, in this day, such a man, such a master of the art of war, so daring in the field; such a man may not only aspire to the highest places in the executive government of the Union, but such a man may acquire what nowhere else since the days of Cimon and Miltiades, of the Cincinnati and the Cornelii, of Athens and of Rome, has been done by the human race — the combination of eminent powers, of intellectual cultivation, and of eloquence, with the practical qualities of a statesman and general. (Tremendous cheering.) But, gentlemen, I am again betrayed beyond my purpose. Sir (addressing General Davis), we welcome you to the commonwealth of Massachusetts. （Six cheers.) You may not find here the ardent skies of your own sunny South, but you will
William Appleton (search for this): chapter 42
ptions with an experienced eye, offered comforting suggestions, and in fact seemed to diffuse a sense of relief and confidence about her. She said she was having her house painted, and feared the odor would injure the baby, or she would take him home with her. Throughout the long anxious night she sat calm and tender, doing what she could, and this was much. After thirty years this memory is clear and blessed to me, and her name has always been honored in our household. The Honorable William Appleton, Robert C. Winthrop, Caleb Cushing, Edward Everett, Colonel Charles Green, of The Post, Professor Pearce, Sidney Webster, and hundreds of others expressed their sympathy in the kindest manner. The happiest hours I spent in Boston were in Mr. Everett's library, looking over the editions de luxe in which it abounded, and hearing him talk about his travels. These reminiscences of Boston to this day soften all the asperities developed by our bloody war. Mr. Davis was invited to speak
Cimon (search for this): chapter 42
operation? who, but Colonel Jefferson Davis, of the First Mississippi regiment, on the fields of Buena Vista? (Tremendous applause.) He was justly entitled to the applause of the restorer of victory to the arms of the Union. Gentlemen, in our country, in this day, such a man, such a master of the art of war, so daring in the field; such a man may not only aspire to the highest places in the executive government of the Union, but such a man may acquire what nowhere else since the days of Cimon and Miltiades, of the Cincinnati and the Cornelii, of Athens and of Rome, has been done by the human race — the combination of eminent powers, of intellectual cultivation, and of eloquence, with the practical qualities of a statesman and general. (Tremendous cheering.) But, gentlemen, I am again betrayed beyond my purpose. Sir (addressing General Davis), we welcome you to the commonwealth of Massachusetts. （Six cheers.) You may not find here the ardent skies of your own sunny South, b
Jeff (search for this): chapter 42
riod, reasoned and wondered over them, picked up ghost flowers and found exquisite mosses, sometimes a foot deep, of velvety green. Mr. Davis took our little girl with us on his shoulder, and did all the things so joyful to towns-people on an outing in the country. So health came back to his wasted form, and his sight improved daily. After three happy weeks we returned to Portland, bade our good friends there farewell, and went down to Boston, intending only to remain a day; but our baby, Jeff, was seized with membranous croup, and became dangerously ill at the Tremont House. Then I saw Boston under its most lovable guise. Every kindness was showered upon us that benevolence and sympathy could suggest. Many ladies called to inquire for him, but as the baby was too ill to be left for a moment, I saw but few of them. At the darkest hour when we feared the worst, and a foggy night was setting in upon the evening of a raw day, a large, gentle-looking lady knocked at the door in
Colin Campbell (search for this): chapter 42
is now living one military man of prominent distinction in the public eye of England and the United States. I mean Sir Colin Campbell, now Lord Clyde, of Clydesdale. He deserves the distinction he enjoys, for he has redeemed the British flag on theell on the fields of Marston Moor and Naseby; never Sarsfield on the banks of the Boyne. The glories and honors of Sir Colin Campbell are the glories of the British race and of the races of Great Britain and Ireland from whom we are descended. But what gained Sir Colin Campbell the opportunity to achieve those glorious results in India? Remember that, and let us see what it was. On one of those bloody battles fought by the British before the Fortress of Sebastopol — in the midst of the perilHow all England rang with the glory of that achievement! How the general voice of England placed upon the brows of Sir Colin Campbell the laurels of the future mastership of victory for the arms of England! And well they might do so. But who origin
Stebbins (search for this): chapter 42
as her familiar demon. Not infrequently I heard people in the street designate me as little Maggie's mother. We met in Portland the Rev. Starr King and the Rev. Mr. Stebbins, two great pulpit orators. Mr. Starr King boarded at the same house with us, and his nature and mind combined seemed to me to be a heavenly lyre that was capable of sounding any note in the gamut of joy or sympathy. His eloquence was wondrous, and his cordial grace commended it to us. Mr. Stebbins was also personally most agreeable to Mr. Davis. They had several long talks upon doctrinal points, and once at a dinner, when the necessity of a formulated creed was urged by my husband, Mr. Stebbins argued against it, and said, The creed I set before my congregation is one-third democracy and two-thirds pluck. Mr. Davis used often afterward to cite this speech of a great and good man to show how needful a written code of faith and dogmatic teaching was to Christians. Happy in the society of intellectual men
Montgomery Blair (search for this): chapter 42
m those many voices, and I can almost see the green little islands rise before me that dot Casco Bay. The people of Portland were as kind as our own could have been, and we met many old acquaintances and made some agreeable new ones. Mrs. Montgomery Blair's family, many of them, lived there; Mrs. Charles Wingate, a bright, cordial, and stately lady of the old regime; the Dearbons, and Mr. Charles Clapp and his agreeable wife and daughter, entertained profusely in their delightful homes built before the embargo. Mrs. Carroll bore a strong resemblance to her cousin, Mrs. Blair, in person and in temperament, and was a near neighbor; she was kind as she was charming and unaffected. The Honorable Mr. Bradbury and his gentle, kind wife did much to render our visit pleasant. The families of Mr. Muzzy, Colonel Little, and Mr. and Mrs. Shepley-he was afterward General Shepley during the war — were very kind, and Mr. Davis remembered them always affectionately. Clam-bakes were arra
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