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The Daily Dispatch: February 18, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
Messrs, Imboden and Harman, read yesterday by Mr. Wise, and said he had since read it himself. The on that there was a movement on foot to place Mr. Wise in the Gubernatorial chair. The information he spoke alluded solely to the fact that he, Mr. Wise had been telegraphed to. When they expressed ng several signatures, designed to be sent to Mr. Wise, in these words: "Your hearts think your servMessrs. Conrad of Frederick, Stuart of Augusta, Wise at Princess Anne, Scott of Fauquier, Preston ofo idea of being hurried into any action. Mr. Wise thought this Convention, created by the Legis would be cheap lands and a new population. Mr.Wise went on to allude to the mineral treasures of Vave no authority to say where I will go. Mr. Wise said, he stated it as an inference from his ro drive them out. Mr. Moore.--Agreed. Mr. Wise.--Will he assist in driving out those who arewas before or after the fourth of March. Mr. Wise.--Too late. Mr. Moore did not mean to be
The Daily Dispatch: February 18, 1861., [Electronic resource], House of Delegates. (search)
occasion I allude to was one of great interest and novelty to me, being quite a young man. When I entered the hall Mr. Wise was speaking. I shall never forget his appearance. His stand was on the right of the Speaker; Mr. Adams' on the left. Mr. Wise was pouring hot shot into the abolition ranks generally, and into Adams particularly. It was the first time I had heard Mr. Wise. He was then in his prime. He wore his hair long; he was dressed in a plain suit of black, and he seemed to Mr. Wise. He was then in his prime. He wore his hair long; he was dressed in a plain suit of black, and he seemed to address himself to Mr. Adams and not to the Speaker. I can never forget that fierce-flashing eye; that long, bony finger, shaking tremblingly into the very face of the old lion; and, as the burning, hissing hot words of sarcasm and defiance rolled o feet and cried, "Mr. Speaker," and was about to proceed, when he was called Justify to order, and had to take his seat. "Wise, turning to him, coolly said, be still, old man, I have a few more shot in the locker for you," and proceeded; and of all