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Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): article 1
Congressional. Washington, Feb, 5. --Senate.--A joint resolution was passed for a meeting of the two Houses to count the Presidential ballot. The usual number of peace memorials was presented. Mr. Johnson, of Tennessee, addressed the Senate on the President's message. He opposed secession. He indicated the sympathy exhibited yesterday at the withdrawal of the Louisiana Senators. He said it was well gotten up, and well acted. He was exceedingly bitter against the seceding States, South Carolina in particular, and attacked Senator Benjamin's position with great vehemence. House.--The certificate of the election of Farnsworth, delegate from the Territory of Colorado, was presented and referred. Mr. Taylor, of La., presented the Ordinance of Secession of his State, which was read. In his remarks he intimated that amendments to the Constitution would have the effect of restoring her to the Union, but that the resolutions of the Committee of Thirty-Three w
Negroes for sale. Will be sold at chesterfield Court-House, on Monday, the 11th of February, a lot of Negroes, among them two likely young men. Terms.--Cash. fe 5--ft.
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Negroes for sale. Will be sold at chesterfield Court-House, on Monday, the 11th of February, a lot of Negroes, among them two likely young men. Terms.--Cash. fe 5--ft.
more checkered feeling. Naturally of an anxious temper, he often suspected that he had done unwisely in choosing for a profession one to which he could not give an undivided allegiance. Had he been — as he once expected to have been — a man of independent means, he would have lived a student's life, absorbed in certain abstruse speculations, which had, ever since his college-days, secretly possessed a strong attraction for him. Even as things were, he could not forego them altogether, and Stephens and Chitty would often be thrown aside for Kant and Cousin. In this direction, if in any, lay the path he could have trodden with self-satisfaction. But what of that? He was now a lawyer — had, if so it might be, to earn a living at the bar; and it behooved him more than ever to work hard in his uncongenial calling, for Lina's sake as well as his own. Meanwhile, Lina's favorite dream was, by the exercise of her own beloved art, to free him from this necessity; to secure for him so c<
all the ladies of Pyneton, for his own sake as well as for that of his uncle, Mr. Barlow, their respected pastor, added to which he had all the prestige properly beloas he had been; but he had a brave spirit of his own, and whenever his uncle, Mr. Barlow, returned from a run up to town, he would report to inquiring friends that th, he would have been less sanguine of professional success; but at all events Mr. Barlow was right in reporting his nephew studious, and apparently reconciled to his Pyneton society could pretty well guess the kind of person she must be.--Poor Mr. Barlow! The truth might indeed be got at through him, but who had courage to accost him on such a subject? Mr. Barlow, good and kind as he was, had a fiery nature of his own, and knew how properly to resent a misalliance. Some and tradition there w first parting. "Yes; I have had heavy tidings to-day. My good old uncle, Barlow, is ill, and alone. You know how much I owe to his kindness. I cannot refuse
very considerable indeed — for my story begins nearly twenty years ago, and at that time Pyneton did boast a select circle, consisting chiefly of maiden and widow ladies of good family, all more or less "county people" originally, who, having abundant leisure, kept a sharp eye upon their local society, and protested strongly against any admixture of a less aristocratic element, or any concession to the upsetting and levelling tendencies they lamented to observe in the age. Therefore, when Mrs. Tracy, raising both hands over her cup of tea, broke out; "Good Heavens! to think of a scion of Dictate coming down to a low foreign artist," the circle around her foot this so be a burst of natural indignation only commensurate with the occasion, and responded to it with the utmost sympathy. For Fred Blount, with his handsome face and courteous manners, was a favorite with all the ladies of Pyneton, for his own sake as well as for that of his uncle, Mr. Barlow, their respected pastor, added t
ate Abbey, and a member of one of the oldest of the Dorsetshire families. Not, indeed, that, strictly speaking, he could have been said to have anything to do with Dictate, which was at present the property of a retired ironmonger of the name of Jobson — old Mr. Blount, Fred's father, having, with his son's consent, cut off the entail some four or five years before, and died shortly afterwards, leaving the stately but exceedingly dilapidated old abbey, and the deeply mortgaged estate, to be solg Pyneton, and renewing his acquaintance with its inhabitants, with whom he had never been more popular than when this announcement fell upon them without any previous preparation whatever. Could it be true? The report was traced to that odious Jobson, who, it seems, know the lady well, had several pictures by her hanging on his drawing-room walls, and spoke of her with the highest respect. Lady, indeed! An artist, a foreigner, and a protege of the ironmonger! Pyneton society could pretty w
ed feeling. Naturally of an anxious temper, he often suspected that he had done unwisely in choosing for a profession one to which he could not give an undivided allegiance. Had he been — as he once expected to have been — a man of independent means, he would have lived a student's life, absorbed in certain abstruse speculations, which had, ever since his college-days, secretly possessed a strong attraction for him. Even as things were, he could not forego them altogether, and Stephens and Chitty would often be thrown aside for Kant and Cousin. In this direction, if in any, lay the path he could have trodden with self-satisfaction. But what of that? He was now a lawyer — had, if so it might be, to earn a living at the bar; and it behooved him more than ever to work hard in his uncongenial calling, for Lina's sake as well as his own. Meanwhile, Lina's favorite dream was, by the exercise of her own beloved art, to free him from this necessity; to secure for him so complete an i<
of Dictate coming down to a low foreign artist," the circle around her foot this so be a burst of natural indignation only commensurate with the occasion, and responded to it with the utmost sympathy. For Fred Blount, with his handsome face and courteous manners, was a favorite with all the ladies of Pyneton, for his own sake as well as for that of his uncle, Mr. Barlow, their respected pastor, added to which he had all the prestige properly belonging, in their eyes, to a Blount of Dictate Abbey, and a member of one of the oldest of the Dorsetshire families. Not, indeed, that, strictly speaking, he could have been said to have anything to do with Dictate, which was at present the property of a retired ironmonger of the name of Jobson — old Mr. Blount, Fred's father, having, with his son's consent, cut off the entail some four or five years before, and died shortly afterwards, leaving the stately but exceedingly dilapidated old abbey, and the deeply mortgaged estate, to be sold. Wh
emper, he often suspected that he had done unwisely in choosing for a profession one to which he could not give an undivided allegiance. Had he been — as he once expected to have been — a man of independent means, he would have lived a student's life, absorbed in certain abstruse speculations, which had, ever since his college-days, secretly possessed a strong attraction for him. Even as things were, he could not forego them altogether, and Stephens and Chitty would often be thrown aside for Kant and Cousin. In this direction, if in any, lay the path he could have trodden with self-satisfaction. But what of that? He was now a lawyer — had, if so it might be, to earn a living at the bar; and it behooved him more than ever to work hard in his uncongenial calling, for Lina's sake as well as his own. Meanwhile, Lina's favorite dream was, by the exercise of her own beloved art, to free him from this necessity; to secure for him so complete an independence of professional drudgery a<
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