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The Daily Dispatch: January 26, 1861., [Electronic resource], Inauguration Ball. (search)
Inauguration Ball. --Preparations are progressing for a grand Inauguration Ball, to come off in Washington City on the night of the fourth of March. Lieutenant-General Winfield Scott will head the list of Managers, assisted by Commodore Stewart, Gen. Wool, and other prominent officers of the Army and Navy, Messrs. Crittenden, Seward, Douglas, and other Senators, and distinguished citizens of each State of the thirty-four are expected to participate in the management. A spacious building will be erected specially for the purposes of the ball, upon Judiciary Square, adjoining the City Hall.
The Daily Dispatch: January 26, 1861., [Electronic resource], Citizens' State-rights ticket.-- Peachy R. Grattan, P. H. Aylett, Geo. W. Randolph. (search)
nd break your neck; if you try the middle of the street you will be drowned. It is raining hard, and the wind is blowing in forty-two different directions. Washington is the only place I was ever in where the wind blows right straight out of the ground. Good for old Lynchburg! I am proud of her. She's got her back up, and goes in for secession if things ain't settled pretty quickly.--Not much chance of that, judging from the way the Blacks treated Crittenden's resolutions yesterday. Seward, you know, still contends that the Union is all right, tight, and safe "But," said a gentleman to him the other day. how is it safe ? Give me the rationale of it. The wily old fox shook his head in refusal. You may set this down as the Republican programme, viz: either to bring on a war, (which is not likely,) or to wait patiently till Democrats and Whigs have given up the last hope of saving the country, and then save it themselves. Depend upon it, they are not going to allow Mr. Crittend