Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18.
Reverend J. William Jones, Ed.

A true description.

One day during his canvass for Congress, Mrs. Johnston, meeting me on Main street, said: ‘Can you tell me where my husband is?’ I went at once and found him, and said: ‘The handsomest and brightest woman in Richmond is looking for her husband.’

There is but one woman in Richmond who answers that description, and she is my wife. I'll go to find her at once.

Some time after I heard he had been laid up by an accident to his leg, and went to see him. He was sitting in the parlor with his leg extended over a chair. His wife was by him, and affected to triumph over him in his crippled condition. I said: ‘That is very ungrateful in you so to treat the husband who loves and admires you as he does,’ and then told her the above incident. She said: ‘You old goose you, do you let him fool you in that way? Don't you know he said that to you knowing you would come and tell me?’

He joined heartily in the laugh, as he always did when she raised one at his expense.