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Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 15: resignation from the army.-marriage to Miss Taylor.-Cuban visit.-winter in Washington.-President van Buren.-return to Brierfield, 1837. (search)
Chapter 15: resignation from the army.-marriage to Miss Taylor.-Cuban visit.-winter in Washington.-President van Buren.-return to Brierfield, 1837. Lieutenant Davis's service had been arduous, asuddenly decided to sail in her to New York, whither she was bound. From thence he went to Washington, and was so fortunate as to get in a congressional mess with Mr. Benton, General George Jones, I was the last delegate to Congress from the Michigan Territory, that Jefferson Davis reached Washington in the winter and immediately called to see me where I was staying, at Dawson's boarding-housedewalk had no pavement. The boards laid across had no handrail or other guide: so quickly has Washington sprung into a large, bustling, and well-ordered City! Then, the mall began in the first squarit was simply a garden for acclimatizing foreign plants for utilitarian purposes. While in Washington Mr. Davis paid a visit to the President, and was introduced by the Hon. Franklin Pierce. Mr. V
at the county was Whig by a large majority, and that he could not be elected. He was defeated, of course, but decreased the Whig vote considerably. Next year, 1844, he was nominated elector for Polk and Dallas, and went out on an active campaign. At that period it was a general canvass, as the State had not been districted, and there was no railway throughout the length of it, except a short road from Vicksburg to Jackson, and six miles of unused track from Natchez to the little town of Washington, which General John Anthony Quitman had been instrumental in having laid down. The majority of travellers went by stage-coaches, and these made only one weekly trip, so that the candidates for office either bought a carriage and horse, or horses, but more often the former, and drove by easy stages from place to place, or rode on horseback with an old-fashioned pair of leather saddle-bags strapped on behind the saddle, stopping at such gentlemen's houses as were on the road, where they wer
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 19: in the twenty-ninth Congress, 1845-46. (search)
here they were generally distributed. His friends implored him not to express this opinion to Mr. Briscoe, as he could and would defeat him. However, Mr. Davis went to Briscoe with his pamphlet, and after a little conversation M\r. Briscoe said, Didn't you know I said I would not vote for any man holding these opinions? Yes, said my husband, and therefore I thought you ought to know mine. But Mr. Briscoe did vote for him nevertheless, and Mr. Davis was nominated without any considerable opposition, and immediately left home to make the usual so-called canvas, which was merely becoming introduced to his constituents and examining into their peculiar needs before he left Mississippi for Washington. Then I began to know the bitterness of being a politician's wife, and that it meant long absences, pecuniary depletion from ruinous absenteeism, illness from exposure, misconceptions, defamation of character; everything which darkens the sunlight and contracts the happy sphere of home.
be permitted to perpetuate such eloquence! We then prepared our house for a long absence, and commenced our journey to Washington, taking with us our niece, Miss Mary Bradford. We reached Vicksburg in the afternoon of the night that was to bringse cold, during which we were obliged to eat our life-long supply of worst with maple syrup for a condiment, we reached Washington more dead than alive. Under all these disadvantages Mr. Davis was cheerful; always ready with some pleasant story, with fatigue, but trying our best to command his respect by being stoical, though bruised black and blue, we arrived in Washington, and took temporary lodgings at the National Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue. How grand and blase the people all lookeed few who kept house. Mr. Lincoln, I have heard, was a member of Congress that session. Mr. Slidell passed through Washington en route from Mexico, where he had been on some diplomatic mission, and we called to see him. When Mrs. Slidell entered
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 21: Mr. Davis's first session in Congress. (search)
Mr. Davis to command the First Mississippi regiment, which was organized at Vicksburg, and had elected him the colonel. He eagerly and gladly accepted. There were no telegraphs and few railways in those days. The notification was brought to Washington by a special messenger, his friend Colonel James Roach, of Vicksburg, Miss., who delivered it to Mr. Davis in the latter part of June, 1846. Then began hurried preparations for our departure for Mississippi. The President had been authorizpi Rifles. He said that these would be more effective in the hands of our men than any other arms, as they were all used to hunting, and most of them had either a rifle or a double-barrelled shot-gun, and were good marksmen. Before leaving Washington for the scene of hostilities, Mr. Davis had an interview with General Scott. It may be interesting to state, said Mr. Davis in 1889, that General Scott endeavored to persuade me not to take more rifles than enough for four companies, and ob
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 22: the secret service fund--charges against Webster, 1845-46. (search)
been broken; the second to examine into the charges, with a view to impeaching Mr. Webster. This last committee, of course, had the power conferred to send for persons and papers. Under this permission ex-President Tyler had been summoned to Washington. On the committee, as finally organized, were Mr. Vinton, of Ohio; Jefferson Davis, of Mississippi; D. P. King, of New York, and Jacob Brinkerhoff, of Ohio. It was before them that ex-President Tyler appeared and exonerated Mr. Webster. T. Immediately he made a very low bow and saluted ex-President Tyler, who was strolling through the Exhibition for the first time. In that day, except in the case of re-election, no ex-President considered it a dignified course to return to Washington, and ex-President John Quincy Adams's return to serve in the House had been much criticised and regretted by all parties; but the old man eloquent concerned himself very little with the standards of others; he enjoyed and took his own way. Mr.
crises in the political world from the stand-point of the responsible agents. It was the 21st of February, in this year, that ex-President John Quincy Adams sank in his seat on the floor of the House. As he was borne to the Vice-President's room he murmured, This is the last of earth — I am composed. He died, after lying insensible for two days. Alert, determined, useful, and eloquent to the last hour of his service in the House, he was mourned by all who knew him. Mr. Davis left Washington without unnecessary delay and travelled post homeward. Our return was over the same perilous way, called then The national route, over which we had climbed so painfully the cold December of 1845; but now the whole mountain sides were rosy with the blossoms of the laurel, and nothing could have been more attractive than the scenery. One day we heard a rumbling noise in front of us, and in a few minutes caught up with Duncan's battery going down to Mexico. Mr. Davis got out of the sta
erey, when our old commander was ordered to give up his little army to General Scott, with the exception of Bragg's and Washington's batteries, Colonel May's squadron of dragoons, and any regiment he might select. Our regiment was the favored one, artant portion of our line, had been forced by immense odds to fall back, which left Bragg's battery and two sections of Washington's battery without support. The artillery, however, was well manned. The pieces were time and again unlimbered and fird to retreat. Our regiment only moved back about two hundred yards, when we were quickly formed in rear of Bragg's and Washington's batteries, which, having received ammunition and obtained good positions, were ranged in a line with guns loaded andsure to reload before we were ordered to fall back. Twelve or fifteen paces placed us again in the rear of Bragg's and Washington's batteries, the pieces already loaded and pointed. They were not slow to belch forth showers of grape and canister, a
the supreme law of the land. On April 20, 1848, a firebrand was hurled into the Senate. This came from the hand of Hale, of New Hampshire, in the shape of a bill introduced by him, relating to riots and unlawful assemblies in the District of Columbia. The bill was clearly disingenuous. Its avowed motive had been an assemblage of several armed citizens of the District, and an attack by them upon the building occupied by the National Era, an organ of the abolition party, published in Washington. It said nothing as to the exciting causes which had led to the gathering it was framed to punish. It wholly ignored a bold attempt which had stirred the Capitol only a few days before the kidnapping in the schooner Pearl, by a band of non-residents stealing into the city, of seventy odd negroes, belonging, under the guarantees of the Constitution, to citizens of the District. It spoke as loud as a trumpet upon the protection to be given to one kind of property — that in a newspaper-bu
ting form as it was borne off from Lord Mortimer--Frederika Bremer's Neighbors gave us our first glimpse of Swedish everyday life. Petraa's nose was a matter of widespread sympathy, and we laughed over the Bersekers like her Swedish compatriots. The President's daughters, too, were household friends, and Miss Bremer's coming to the United States on a tour of pleasure was hailed as a boon in store for those who loved her, for the joy she gave. In the summer of 1848 Miss Bremer came to Washington on her way to South Carolina and the Southwest, and Mrs. Seaton, at whose hospitable, graceful home most of the notable people who visited the capital were charmingly entertained, invited Mr. Davis and me to meet her. He told me in confidence that he had not read much in Miss Bremer's books, and only remembered some girl's trouble about her nose, which, as she was ugly, did not concern me. However, I was full of the happy anticipation of seeing the authoress of my favorite books. One ve
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