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The Daily Dispatch: may 3, 1862., [Electronic resource], Death of a noble woman. (search)
The Daily Dispatch: May 7, 1862., [Electronic resource], Sugar going North. (search)
N. P. Banks.
--In 1856 the Boston Pilot said:
N. P. Banks, of Massachusetts, is 40 years of age. He has been a factory boy, a carpenter, a machinist, a dancing master, an actor, an editor, a lawyer, a National Democrat, a Coalitionist, an ardent lover of the Irish, a champion of religious liberty, a Know-Nothing, and now a Know-Nothing Freesoiler.
A correspondent of the Augusta Chronicle briefly sketches what Banks has been since that time and what he is now:
He has been Governor of that State celebrated for its m and wooden nutmegs, and with the characteristic love of his people for the almighty dollar, surrendered the glory of the Chief Magistracy of such a mighty people to preside over the interests of a Northwestern railroad with a salary large enough to tempt his innate and grasping love of money.
Like the puissant Butler, from the same pugnacious State, he exchanged the civilian for high military honor under his master, old Abe; and the last we hear
Andy Johnson and the Eagle Orator of Tennessee.
The following capital hit, out from the "Editor's Drawer" of Harper's Magazine for 1856, is too good not to be re-produced, now that the very name of "Andy" stinks in the nostril of every tree Southerner, so naturally suggesting the ides of "carrion:"
A Memphis correspondent gives the following passage in a debate between Andy Johnson, a candidate for gubernatorial honors, and Gustavus Henry, generally known as Gus, the Eagle Orator.
The debate was severe, and excited much interest, Andy closed his speech with this annihilating declamation:
"We met this eagle.
and I can say, with an honest heart, that he has one of my flesh on his talomanone of my blood on his beak."
This was good, and would here been stumps, but the undismayed Gus immediately rose to his feet and replied:
"The true the honorable gentlemen has met the engine, and bears no traces of having left flesh on his talons or blood upon his beak.
And ti