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Calhoun (search for this): chapter 15
I, an unobserved spectator, happened to be present, Calhoun was observed to gaze frequently at his right hand aGeorgia--took upon himself to ask the occasion of Mr. Calhoun's disquietude. Does your hand pain you? he asked of Mr. Calhoun. To this Mr. Calhoun replied, in rather a hurried manner, Pshaw! it is nothing but a dream IMr. Calhoun replied, in rather a hurried manner, Pshaw! it is nothing but a dream I had last night, and which makes me see perpetually a large black spot, like an ink blotch, upon the back of myBut this was such a peculiarly absurd dream, said Mr. Calhoun, again brushing the back of his right hand; howevsions of anxiety to know all about the dream, and Mr. Calhoun related it. At a late hour last night, as I was stume, such as you see in the Patent Office. Here Mr. Calhoun paused, apparently agitated. His agitation, I ne pause. Well, what was the issue of this scene? Mr. Calhoun resumed. The intruder, as I have said, rose and ang curiously at the back of his right hand, while Mr. Calhoun placed his head between his hands and seemed buri
George Washington (search for this): chapter 15
u know, gentlemen, that I am expected to produce a plan of dissolution in the event of certain contingencies.) To this the intruder. replied, in the coolest manner possible, Senator from South Carolina, will you allow me to look at your hand, your right hand? He rose, the cloak fell, and I beheld his face. Gentlemen, the sight of that face struck me like a thunder-clap. It was the face of a dead man, whom extraordinary events had called back to life. The features were those of General George Washington. He was dressed in the Revolutionary costume, such as you see in the Patent Office. Here Mr. Calhoun paused, apparently agitated. His agitation, I need not tell you, was shared by the company. Toombs at length broke the embarrassing pause. Well, what was the issue of this scene? Mr. Calhoun resumed. The intruder, as I have said, rose and asked to look at my right hand, as though I had not the power to refuse. I extended it. The truth is, I felt a strange thrill pervade me at
Toombs (search for this): chapter 15
hurried and nervous manner. He did this so often that it excited attention. At length one of the persons comprising the breakfast party — his name, I think, is Toombs, and he is a member of Congress from Georgia--took upon himself to ask the occasion of Mr. Calhoun's disquietude. Does your hand pain you? he asked of Mr. Calho an optical illusion, I suppose. Of course these words excited the curiosity of the company, but no one ventured to beg the details of this singular dream, until Toombs asked quietly, What was your dream like? I am not very superstitious about dreams; but sometimes they have a great deal of truth in them. But this was such a pebones and — awoke. Overcome by labor, I had fallen asleep, and had been dreaming. Was it not a singular dream? All the company answered in the affirmative, and Toombs muttered, Singular, very singular, and at the same time looking curiously at the back of his right hand, while Mr. Calhoun placed his head between his hands and s
Benedict Arnold (search for this): chapter 15
in a quiet way, And with this right hand, senator from South Carolina, you would sign your name to a paper declaring the Union dissolved I answered in the affirmative. Yes, I said, if a certain contingency arises, I will sign my name to the Declaration of Dissolution. But at that moment a black blotch appeared on the back of my hand, which I seem to see now. What is that? said I, alarmed, I know not why, at the blotch on my hand. That, said he, dropping my hand, is the mark by which Benedict Arnold is known in the next world. He said no more, gentlemen, but drew from beneath his cloak an object which he laid upon the table — laid upon the very paper on which I was writing. This object, gentlemen, was a skeleton. There, said he, there are the bones of Isaac Hayne, who was hung at Charleston by the British. He gave his life in order to establish the Union. When you put your name to a Declaration of Dissolution, why, you may as well have the bones of Isaac Hayne before you — he
Isaac Hayne (search for this): chapter 15
next world. He said no more, gentlemen, but drew from beneath his cloak an object which he laid upon the table — laid upon the very paper on which I was writing. This object, gentlemen, was a skeleton. There, said he, there are the bones of Isaac Hayne, who was hung at Charleston by the British. He gave his life in order to establish the Union. When you put your name to a Declaration of Dissolution, why, you may as well have the bones of Isaac Hayne before you — he was a South Carolinian aIsaac Hayne before you — he was a South Carolinian and so are you. But there was no blotch on his right hand. With these words the intruder left the room. I started back from the contact with the dead man's bones and — awoke. Overcome by labor, I had fallen asleep, and had been dreaming. Was it not a singular dream? All the company answered in the affirmative, and Toombs muttered, Singular, very singular, and at the same time looking curiously at the back of his right hand, while Mr. Calhoun placed his head between his hands and seemed bur
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
g Post. It was originally told nearly thirty years ago, by an eye-witness: the Spotted hand. the other morning, at the breakfast table, when I, an unobserved spectator, happened to be present, Calhoun was observed to gaze frequently at his right hand and brush it with his left in a hurried and nervous manner. He did this so often that it excited attention. At length one of the persons comprising the breakfast party — his name, I think, is Toombs, and he is a member of Congress from Georgia--took upon himself to ask the occasion of Mr. Calhoun's disquietude. Does your hand pain you? he asked of Mr. Calhoun. To this Mr. Calhoun replied, in rather a hurried manner, Pshaw! it is nothing but a dream I had last night, and which makes me see perpetually a large black spot, like an ink blotch, upon the back of my right hand; an optical illusion, I suppose. Of course these words excited the curiosity of the company, but no one ventured to beg the details of this singular dream, u
South Carolina (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
wrapped in a thin cloak, which effectually concealed his face and features from my view; and as I raised my head, he spoke: What are you writing, senator from South Carolina? I did not think of his impertinence at first, but answered him voluntarily, I am writing a plan for the dissolution of the American Union. (You know, gentlexpected to produce a plan of dissolution in the event of certain contingencies.) To this the intruder. replied, in the coolest manner possible, Senator from South Carolina, will you allow me to look at your hand, your right hand? He rose, the cloak fell, and I beheld his face. Gentlemen, the sight of that face struck me like a It was the face of Washington. After holding my hand for a moment, he looked at me steadily, and said in a quiet way, And with this right hand, senator from South Carolina, you would sign your name to a paper declaring the Union dissolved I answered in the affirmative. Yes, I said, if a certain contingency arises, I will sign m
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
ch appeared on the back of my hand, which I seem to see now. What is that? said I, alarmed, I know not why, at the blotch on my hand. That, said he, dropping my hand, is the mark by which Benedict Arnold is known in the next world. He said no more, gentlemen, but drew from beneath his cloak an object which he laid upon the table — laid upon the very paper on which I was writing. This object, gentlemen, was a skeleton. There, said he, there are the bones of Isaac Hayne, who was hung at Charleston by the British. He gave his life in order to establish the Union. When you put your name to a Declaration of Dissolution, why, you may as well have the bones of Isaac Hayne before you — he was a South Carolinian and so are you. But there was no blotch on his right hand. With these words the intruder left the room. I started back from the contact with the dead man's bones and — awoke. Overcome by labor, I had fallen asleep, and had been dreaming. Was it not a singular dream? All the <
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 15
ently agitated. His agitation, I need not tell you, was shared by the company. Toombs at length broke the embarrassing pause. Well, what was the issue of this scene? Mr. Calhoun resumed. The intruder, as I have said, rose and asked to look at my right hand, as though I had not the power to refuse. I extended it. The truth is, I felt a strange thrill pervade me at his touch; he grasped it and held it near the light, thus affording full time to examine every feature. It was the face of Washington. After holding my hand for a moment, he looked at me steadily, and said in a quiet way, And with this right hand, senator from South Carolina, you would sign your name to a paper declaring the Union dissolved I answered in the affirmative. Yes, I said, if a certain contingency arises, I will sign my name to the Declaration of Dissolution. But at that moment a black blotch appeared on the back of my hand, which I seem to see now. What is that? said I, alarmed, I know not why, at the blo
Hall (search for this): chapter 16
nsign was attached to the cord, and Major Anderson, holding the end of the lines in his hand, knelt reverently down. The officers, soldiers, and men clustered around, many of them on their knees, all deeply impressed with the solemnity of the scene. The chaplain made an earnest prayer — such an appeal for support, encouragement and mercy as one would make who felt that man's extremity is God's opportunity. As the earnest, solemn words of the speaker ceased, and the men responded Amen with a fervency that perhaps they had never before experienced, Major Anderson drew the Star-spangled Banner up to the top of the staff, the band broke out with the national air of Hall, Columbia and loud and exultant cheers, repeated again and again, were given by the officers, soldiers, and workmen. If, said the narrator, South Carolina had at that moment attacked the fort, there would have been no hesitation upon the part of any man within it about defending the flag. --Baltimore American, Jan. 9.
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