[Special Correspondence of the Dispatch.]
visited his Capitol yesterday.
In the Senate he was received with distinguished consideration on the Republican
limped up to him and greeted him lovingly.
He came over to the Democratic
side, walked slowly around, no one taking the slightest notice of him, looked at a map, and plunk out. In the House
, Emerson Etheridge
played ring-master, took Lincoln
out of Seward
's hands, and introduced him to the Republicans, who crowded around him with servile promptness, making such confusion that the business of the House
was for a time suspended.
When he came over to the Democratic
side, he stood fully a minute before any one seemed to be aware of his presence.
Hi countenance fell; he placed both hands of the back of a chair, and his form seemed to droop and give way under the humiliating embarrassment.
To relieve him, Republicans hastened from their side to surround him and engage him in conversation.
's successor, and a member from Missouri
, were about the only Democrats who sought an introduction to him.
The Peace Congress was in session until after 12 o'clock, last night.
It is known that the debates yesterday were bitter, and at times almost personal.
People have ceased to take any interest in the concern.
Occasionally you hear the contemptuous laughter of Southern men, at the ease with which the Yankees
have tolled the slave State Commissioners along, till the Rubicon of the 4th of March is nearly crossed.
Is it stupidity of treachery on the part of our members of the Congress
We are not surprised at the telegraphic report of yesterday's proceedings in your Convention.
We knew that sooner or later the premonitory symptoms of the Ruffner Pamphlet Confederacy
would break out in that body.
We have long been convinced that Virginia
his no interest whatever in anything outside of the personal ambition and opinions of the emancipation apostles and philosophers of Rockbridge
As for the seceded States, what are they to us?
Nothing. The Little Giant is God, and Lexington
is his prophet.
We want no more.
I hear that the Force bill will pass the House
will veto it. Two days ago, he had determined to pocket it. He has decided to do one good action to redeem his past career and beautify the closing hours of his official life.
The old fellow is breaking rapidly.
He can't sleep o' nights.
His conscience troubles him. His physicians have advised him to drink Augusta county
whiskey and read the Ruffner Pamphlet
They say it is an infallible antidote against political remorse.
There is nothing like it to confirm the sinner in the error of his ways and keep him steadily up to the work of prosecuting his own selfish schemes, at whatever cost of ignominy to his State.