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Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Diary of Gideon Welles, Sunday, July 15, 1866

Senator Doolittle took breakfast with me this morning. He is pleased that a cane on which there had been great competition at the fair between him and Senator Harris had been voted to him. The rivalry had run the cane up to over $3000. I, of course, was glad he was victor.

Doolittle says my letter was complimented by men of all parties in the Senate and that Senators referred to my reports and other writings in flattering terms. Blair says it was read at a meeting at his house the evening before publication, and that, about fifty being present, they, every man, extolled it, although men of different shades of politics and parties were present.

There are flying rumors that Speed and Harlan, and some say Stanton, have sent in their resignations. It is excessively warm and I have not thought proper to call on the President and inquire. Possibly Speed has resigned, though I have some doubts; more as regards Harlan; and I am incredulous as regards Stanton.

SOURCE: Gideon Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and Johnson, Vol. 2: April 1, 1864 — December 31, 1866, pp. 553-4

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Diary of Elvira J. Powers, Tuesday, April 12, 1864

Have visited Hospital, No. 8, as well as No. 1, several times since I have been here, and am priviledged to carry some delicacies, and write letters for its inmates.

I yesterday visited Hospital, No. 1, for the last time probably, while those remain in whom I have become specially interested. But have made such arrangements that William and the Alabamian, who were given to my care, shall have whatever is needed. They seem to regret my departure, but William is decidedly better. Carried a large bottle of lemonade, some oranges, and blackberry sirup.

Found a poor old Norwegian suffering terribly from the application of bromine to the gangrenous wound in his arm. He was very thankful for an orange and some lemonade—had eaten nothing for two days. His face and bald, venerable head were covered with a red silk handkerchief, to hide the great tears which were pressed out by the pain; but his nurse said he never gave a word of complaint.

The German with amputated limb is easier—the blind man hopeful of sight, and the little fellow improving, who "enlisted to fight, and not to be sick."

While in ward 3, yesterday, I was beckoned to, from a sick bed, whose occupant wished me to come and "rejoice with him." Upon going there he assured me with a mysterious air, that he "isn't going to tell everybody, but as I was a particular friend of his, and he had always thought right smart of me, he would tell me something greatly surprising."

Upon expressing my willingness to be surprised, he confidently and joyfully assured me that though very few people knew it, yet he was "The veritable man who killed Jeff. Davis, President of the Confederate States!"

He waited a moment to note the effect upon me of this pleasing intelligence, when I quietly told him I didn't know before that Jeff. Davis was dead, but that if he was, and he was the one who killed him, they ought to give him a discharge and let him go home, as he has done his share of the work. Then he joyfully assured me, that "they have promised to do so, and that his papers are to be made out to-morrow." But more serious thoughts came to me then, for I saw written upon his countenance, in unmistakable characters, the signature of the Death angel, marking his chosen, and though I knew not how soon his papers would be made out, was certain that before long they would be, and that he would receive a full and free discharge from all earthly toil and battle from the Great Medical Director of us all!

While passing through the aisles of wounded men, and hearing their stories, many of them intensely graphic, I seemed to hear something like the following, which, may the author whose name I do not know, pardon me for copying:*

"Let me lie down,

Just here in the shade of this cannon-torn tree,—

Here, low on the trampled grass, where I may see

The surge of the combat; and where I may hear

The glad cry of victory, cheer upon cheer:

Let me lie down.

 

Oh, it was grand!

Like the tempest we charged, in the triumph to share;

The tempest—its fury and thunder were there;

On, on, o'er intrenchments, o'er living and dead,

With the foe under foot, and our flag overhead,—

Oh, it was grand!

 

Weary and faint,

Prone on the soldier's couch, ah! how can I rest

With this shot shattered head and sabre-pierced breast ?

Comrades, at roll-call, when I shall be sought,

Say I fought till I fell, and fell where I fought,

Wounded and faint.

 

Oh, that last charge!

Right through the dread hell-fire of shrapnel and shell,—

Through without faltering, clear through with a yell,

Right in their midst, in the turmoil and gloom,

Like heroes we dashed at the mandate of doom!

Oh, that last charge!

 

It was duty!

Some things are worthless, and some others so good,

That nations who buy them pay only in blood;

For Freedom and Union each man owes his part;

And here I pay my share, all warm from my heart,

It is duty!

 

Dying at last!

My mother, dear mother, with meek, tearful eye,

Farewell! and God bless you for ever and aye!

Oh, that I now lay on your pillowing breast,

To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest!

Dying at last!

 

I am no saint!

But, boys, say a prayer. There's one that begins,

'Our Father;' and then says, 'Forgive us our sins:'

Don't forget that part; say that strongly; and then

I'll try to repeat it, and you'll say amen!

Ah! I'm no saint!

 

Hark! there's a shout!

Raise me up, comrades! We have conquered, I know;

Up, on my feet, with my face to the foe!

Ah! there flies the flag, with its star spangles bright,

The promise of Glory, the symbol of Right!

Well may they shout!

 

I'm mustered out!

O God of our fathers! our freedom prolong,

And tread down rebellion, oppression, and wrong!

O land of earth's hopes! on thy blood-reddened sod,

I die for the Nation, the Union, and God!

I'm mustered out!"

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NASHVILLE is a city which is set upon hills. It is also founded upon a rock, and the fact that it has not much earth upon that rock, is made the pretext for leaving numberless deceased horses and mules upon the surface, without even a heathen burial, until they are numbered with the things that were.

But it has been comfortingly asserted by the agent of the Christian Commission here, Rev. E. P. Smith, that it is astonishing how much dead mule one may breathe, and yet survive.

Nashville is also a city of narrow, filthy streets, and in some localities, of water, which, like the "offence" of the king of Denmark, "smells to Heaven."

It is moreover a city of mules. Two, four, and six mule teams, with a driver astride of one of them, and sometimes with the high, comical-looking Tennessean wagons attached not to the driver particularly, but to the mules. These, with mulish mules, who draw crowds instead of wagons, animate the streets day and night. It is a city of either dust or mud—but one street boasts a street-sprinkler.

The citizens of Nashville who remain, have mostly taken the oath of allegiance to protect their property, but it is estimated that not above one in fifty is, at heart, loyal. The ladies (?) sometimes show their contempt of Northern laborers by making up faces when meeting them upon the streets, but there are so many "blue coats" about, they do not think it advisable to allow their

"Angry passions rise,"

To tear out our eyes;"

as they would evidently consider it a great pleasure to accomplish.

Nashville and its vicinity boasts a few distinguished personages beside myself. Mrs. Polk, widow of the Ex-President, resides a few blocks from this. Gen. Sherman's headquarters are at a lovely retreat, we think, on High Street, and Gen. Rouseau's but a few blocks distant, while the Hermitage of Gen. Andrew Jackson is but twelve miles east of the city. This has many visitors, but who seldom venture now without a guard. Since our stay here, a party of four ladies from Hospital, No. 19, with as many gentlemen, and a guard of thirteen, visited the Hermitage, who learned next day that a party of guerillas, 100 in number, came there an hour after they had left, and followed them. At first, as they informed us, they made it a subject for pleasant jesting, but after farther consideration, for that of serious thought, as they came rather too near being candidates for "Libby," or a worse fate.

A nephew, who is also an adopted son of the old General, has charge of the place; he has two sons in the rebel service. The property is confiscated to the Government, but the family, out of respect to the memory of the stern old patriot, are permitted to remain. The visitors may see here the quaint and cumbrous family carriage in which the General used to journey, together with a buggy, made from the timbers of the old ship Ironsides.

The family, especially the female portion of it, being of secession principles, keep themselves secluded from the gaze of northern mudsills. But the mudsills, presuming upon the cordial reception which they believe would be extended by the General himself, usually make themselves sufficiently at home to wander at their own sweet will through the grounds, and partake of a lunch on the shaded piazza.

It is a fine old mansion, approached by a circular avenue, which is shaded by grand old trees. And notwithstanding that the General has adopted grandsons in the rebel service, and his family are secessionists, yet it requires but little faith to believe that the stern old hero is not unmindful of the present gigantic struggle, neither a great flight. of the imagination when the wind is moaning and stirring the lofty branches of the grand old trees, to fancy that his voice, in suppressed and now reverent accents, yet emphatically exclaims:—

"By the Eternal, the Union must, and shall be preserved!"

The city contains many elegant private residences, and splendid public buildings.

Among the latter is the State Asylum for the Insane, which has four hundred and fifty acres attached, and had an expenditure of $48,000 per annum. Another is the Institution for the Blind, the expenses of which for the year 1850, were nearly $8,000. The Tennessean Penitentiary is also a superior structure. In September 30, 1850, the number of inmates was three hundred and seventy-eight, and of this number three hundred and sixty-six, were white men, with only eight black men, three white women with only one black woman.

The Medical College is a fine building and contains a valuable museum. The University is an imposing edifice of gray marble, while the Masonic Hall, the Seminary and graded school buildings are spacious and beautiful structures. The first in importance, among the public buildings of Nashville, and which is second to none in the United States in point of solidity and durability, is the Capitol. This is a magnificent edifice, situated on an eminence one hundred and seventy-five feet above the river, and constructed inside and out, of a beautiful variety of fossilliferous limestone or Tennessee marble. At each end, it has an Ionic portico of eight columns, and each of the sides, a portico of six. A tower rises from the centre of the roof to the hight of two hundred and six feet from the ground. This has a quadrangular base surmounted by a circular cell, with eight fluted Corinthian columns, designed from the celebrated choragic monument of Lysicrates, at Athens.

Among the private residences we have seen, is a beautiful mansion, still unfinished, which, at the time of his death, was being built for the rebel Gen. Zollicoffer. A more unpretending one perhaps, is that of the widow of ex-President Polk, the grounds surrounding which contain his tomb—a plain, simple, temple-like fabric, of light brown marble.

That beautiful baronial domain known as the Achlen estate is situate about two miles out of town. For attractions it has extensive grounds, with great variety and profusion of shrubbery, among which flash out here and there, life-like statues of men and animals, and miniature monuments and temples. A fountain jets its diamond drops, while an artificial pond is the home of the tiny silver and gold fish. Beside the noble family mansion is another building nearly as spacious, which is used as a place of amusement. A well-filled conservatory is another beautiful feature, while an observatory, which crowns an imposing brick tower, gives a view of the scenery for miles around.

This estate with large plantations, in Louisiania [sic], were accumulated by the owner, while in the business of slave-driving and negro trading. His name was Franklin. After his death his youthful widow married a gay leader in the fashionable [sic] world, known in the southern society of Memphis and New Orleans, as Joe Achlen. Under his direction the estate was improved and beautified at a cost of $1,000,000, At the commencement of this war, it was had in contemplation by the Confederate officials, to purchase the estate and present it to his Excellency, Jeff. Davis; but they will probably defer making that munificent gift, until the Federal army is at a safer distance.

An intelligent chattel, who has been on the place twenty years, informs us that Achlen was a kind master. That when he visited his plantations in Louisiana, the negroes would welcome him at the wharf, and if it was the least muddy, would take him upon their shoulders and carry him to the house. But despite this fact, the negroes have somehow got the impression that freedom is preferable to slavery. So strongly are they impressed with the desire of owning themselves, that out of 900 who were on the estate and plantations at the commencement of the war, but five remain at the former place, and these with wages of $15.00 per month, while about the same number are at each of the plantations, these kept also by wages.

The death of Achlen occurred last fall; his widow is much of the time in New Orleans, but the property is neatly kept by what was formerly a part of itself.

One of those little incidents, by the by, which proves that truth is stranger than fiction, occurred to this negro who testified to the kindness of his master. When he was purchased for the estate he was separated from his wife, who was sold south. Neither knew the locality of the other, and nineteen long years passed by, when this war, which has made such an upheaval in the strata of American society, loosened the chains of the bondwoman, and true to the instincts of her nature, she started toward the north pole, to find freedom and her husband.

He says it was a joyful time when they met and recognized each other in the streets of Nashville; but we each have the privilege of entertaining our own ideas as to whether the race is capable of constancy and affection.

Even the Capitol has its mounted cannon, to protect it against the citizens of Nashville. During our stay in the city, we have had the pleasure of listening to a lecture by two Rev. Drs. of New York, and Brooklyn, in the Hall of Representatives, and by moonlight. They were to speak on the subject of emancipation and reconstruction, by invitation of Gov. Andrew Johnson, and Comptroller Fowler.

That afternoon, they had returned from the front, toilworn and weary, where they had witnessed the battle and ministered to the wounded of Resaca and Dalton. Upon proceeding to the Capitol, the moon was bathing all things without in her silver radiance, while within hid dark shadows, in strange contrast to an occasional silver shaft, through openings in the heavy damask curtains.

Queries revealed the fact that the Governor, Comptroller, and the man having charge of the gas fixtures, had gone to attend a railroad celebration, not having received word that the gentlemen had accepted the invitation to speak at that time and place.

Quite a number of gentlemen gathered in front of the speaker's desk, with some six ladies the latter provided with seats; and after some consultation we found ourselves listening to interesting recitals of how "war's grim visage" had appeared to Rev. Drs. Thompson and Buddington of New York and Brooklyn.

And we could but think as we sat there in the moonlight, with most of the audience standing, what different audiences they had swayed at home, and how much depends upon time, place and circumstance in the life of a public speaker, and were glad to see that they could meet adverse circumstances with becoming serenity and humility. The novelty connected with the scene, time and place, made it an evening long to be remembered.

The Seminary building was used as hospital, then as barracks and since as soldiers' home.

The faculty of this institution, in their last advertisement of its merits, previous to the arrival of the Union army, assured their patrons that they would

"So educate their daughters, as to fit them to become wives of the Southern Chivalry and to hate the detestable Yankees!"

The Medical College on Broad Street, is now a home and hospital for the refugees; and the filth, destitution, misery and ignorance which exist among that class of poor whites who have fled from starvation in Georgia, North and South Carolina, Alabama or East Tennessee, must be witnessed to be realized. We no longer wondered that the neat, industrious and comparatively well-informed negro servants and free colored people of Nashville look upon them with the contempt so well expressed by the words, "poor white trash!"

Brought up to think labor a disgrace, they will sooner sit down in ignorance, poverty, and the filth which nourishes vermin and loathsome diseases, than disgrace themselves by work. Unaccustomed to habits of neatness and industry they are singularly careless of each other's comfort, and neglectful of their own sick.

The same week of our reaching this city, a family of refugees, nine in number, the parents and seven children, all died, and of no particular disease. The scenes which they had passed through, with the loss of home and each other, with the native lack of energy which led them to succumb to circumstances, rather than battle to overcome them, seemed the only causes.

We will sketch a few of the scenes we saw in this home of the refugees, prefacing, however, that some of the worst features we do not propose giving, either to offend ears polite or our own sense of propriety.

In company with the matron we enter the spacious building between two majestic statues, which stand like sentinels to guard the entrance, less efficient, however, than that "blue coat" who perambulates the walk with rifle and bayonet.

In the first room a gaunt and haggard face meets ours, with piercing eyes, from beneath an old slouched hood, and from a miserable bunk, whose possessor, within the next twenty-four hours, ceases to battle with consumption, and finds that "rest for the weary." She is now so restless she must be turned every few minutes, and stranger hands attend to her wishes. "We were starved out," she says. "The Rebs tuk everything what they didn't destroy; and burnt the house."

"We,' who came with you?"

"Me two step-daughters. But they haven't been here these three days. I reckon they're tired o' takin keer o' me. It's mighty hard though to raise up girls to neglect ye when ye're on a death-bed."

What can we say to comfort her. Our heart grows faint when we think how incapable we are to minister to this one. Bereft of home, penniless, forsaken even by relatives, and in such agonizing unrest. Yes, but a happy thought comes now, if homeless, can she not better appreciate the worth of that "house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens"—if penniless, realize the enduring riches of the better land—husbandless and friendless, know better the worth of that "Friend above all others"—restless, the value of that "rest for the weary?" We tell her of all these, and she professes to gain new strength from our words to wait on the chariot wheels which so long delay their coming.

On another bunk is a wretched woman, who is drowning sorrow as usual in the stupor induced by opium. We have now no message for her.

See that little chubby child, of perhaps three years, whose little flaxen head, has made a pillow of the hard hearthstone, and is soundly sleeping. That is a little waif—nobody owns it. It has neither father, mother, brother, sister or other relative in the wide world that any one knows about. Pity, but some one bereaved by this war would suffer this little one to creep into the heart and home and grow to fill the place made desolate!

Here is a tall, well-formed girl, of perhaps twenty, with a perfect wealth of soft, glossy, auburn hair, of which any city belle would be proud, but it is in wild disorder and just falling from her comb. Ask her, if you choose, what is that eruption with which her hands are covered, and which appears upon her face, and she will as unblushingly and drawlingly tell you, as though your query were a passing remark upon the weather.

Here are three other girls sitting upon a rough board bench—the eldest, a bright girl of about twelve, is making an apron for her sister. Do you wish to hear her story?—if so, listen.

"Me an' me mother an' me two sisters come from East Tennessee. The Union army come to our place first, an' they burned an' destroyed a great deal what they didn't take away, and after they left the Rebs come an' did the same, an' so between 'em both they left us all starvin' through the country. Then the Unioners come agin, and we followed 'em, an' they sent us here. While we were on the boat it was powerful open an' cold-like, an' me mother tuk cold. An' she looked like she was struck with death from the very first, an' the doctor told me I might just as well make up my mind to it, first as last, an' make her as comfortable as I could. So I tukkeer o' her, day an' night for two weeks, an' brought her every thing she wanted, oranges an' sich like, till she died. I thought when my father an' other relatives died that I tuk it powerful hard, but 'twas nothin' like losin' me mother. While she was sick me two little sisters had been livin' with a cousin o' mine; but I hearn tell he was treaten 'em mighty bad, so I wrote a note to the captin an' told him I wanted to come here and see to the keer on 'em myself. An' he said I might, so I comed yesterday."

We leave this room for another. There a sick boy of fourteen is lying on a bed of rags, who is recovering from measles. Hear his history.

"We lived in East Tennessee, an' my father nigh onto the first o'the war, wanted to get to Kaintucky and jine the Yankees, but the Rebels tuk him off to Vicksburg and made him jine them. Then when the place surrendered to the Yanks, about half on 'em jined them, an' my father 'mong the rest, jest what he'd been wantin' to, for a long time.

But they burned and starved us all out to home, an' we left thar an' come har whar we could git suthin' to eat. Me an me mother an' me little brother what's only six year old come. But me mother was tuk sick an' died here three week ago. I hearn right after, that my father's regiment was ordered some whar else, an' I don't know whar he is. She knew what company an' regiment me father was in, but I was sick when he sent word about it, an' he don't know whar we air. Mother nor he could'nt write, so we've no letters nor nothin' to tell. May be he's dead, an' we'll never hear of it, or if he lives he'll never find us."

It is a sad case, but we comfort him with the hope of what perseverance and a little knowledge of writing may do for him, and pass to another.

Here is a young man, dressed and lying upon the outside of his bed, whose foot and ancle are encased in a wooden box. His temperament partakes largely of the nervous sanguine. He has an open, frank, intelligent countenance, speaks rapidly, and with a short, joyous, electrical laugh.

"I was raised in North Carolina," he says. "I was'nta Union man at the first-nor a Confederate either, well about half an' half, I reckon. But we'se all obliged either to run away from our families an' leave 'em to starve, or hide with 'em in the mountains or jine the army. So I concluded to jine; an' I've been in Braggs army mor'n two years."

"Why did you leave it," we asked.

"Well the fact was I begun to think sure we was in the wrong, else we'd fared better'n we did. For I've allays allowed the Lord would prosper the right ride. So when I found that I had to march or fight hard all day, an' have nothin' more to eat for the hull twenty-four hours, than a piece o'bread the bigness o'my hand, an' a piece o'meat only as large as my two fingers-an' have been so hungry for weeks that I could nearly eat my own fingers off, I concluded to desert and try the other side.

My brother-in-law left Lee's army about the same time I left Bragg's. I was to meet him and my wife, at his house in Athens; but when I was coming on the train from Charleston, I saw another train coming that ran into ours, and I jumped off and broke my limb. So I could'nt go there, and they brought me on to this place.

I've enough to eat, and have good care, and should feel right well contented till I get well, if I only could know where my wife Martha is. I've sent two letters, but I can't hear a word. I've got a letter written to my brother-inlaw about her now-its lying there."

And he points to a rough board. one end of which rests upon his bunk, and the other upon an empty one near, and which serves him in place of a stand.

"Its been waitin' a long time" he adds, for I hav'nt a postage stamp on it. We were just married when the war begun, an' we had a fine start for young folks, but I let my gold and silver go in gittin' settled, and the Confederate money's worth nothin' here, so I hav'nt a penny to use."

The letter was put in the office, and he was supplied with stationary and stamps during our stay. He wished more added to his letter and we wrote what he dictated.

"It's the first time I ever had anybody write for me," he said proudly. "I generally do my own writin',—an' readin' too," and he glanced toward some books he had.

"An' you may be sure," he added as we left him, "if I get well, an' my wife Martha is lost, but I'll spend the rest o' my life huntin' but I'll find her!"

SOURCES: Elvira J. Powers, Hospital Pencillings: Being a Diary While in Jefferson General Hospital, Jeffersonville, Ind., and Others at Nashville, Tennessee, as Matron and Visitor, pp. 26-41; For the poem “Mustered Out,” written by Rev. William E. Miller, see Frank Moore, Editor, The Rebellion Record: A Diary of American Events, with Documents, Narratives, Illustrative Incidents, Poetry, Etc., Vol. 7 p. 92.

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Diary of Gideon Welles, Saturday, June 23, 1866

The President sent me a note this A.M. to call upon him this evening at eight. Although under the doctor's care and ordered to remain perfectly quiet, I rode over at the time. Doolittle called and went with me. Seward soon came in, followed by McCulloch, Cowan, Browning, and Randall. We went into the library, where the proposed call for a national convention was finished up. Seward, who, with Weed and Raymond, drew up or arranged this call which Doolittle fathers, now suggested two or three verbal alterations, most of which were adopted. It is intended that these "suggestions" shall cover up Weed's tracks.

In all that was said and done Seward fully agreed. He intends to keep within the movement, which has become a New York scheme, in order to control it. His belief is that the Republicans, of New York at least, will respond promptly to the call and make the President's cause, which he means shall be his and the old Whigs', their own. How this is to be done, and the course of the Senators and Representatives of that State be sustained by the Administration, he does not disclose. The Democrats, who in their way are the chief supporters of the President's measures, are snubbed. I perceive Seward is satisfied with both the President's and his and Weed's positions. The President, I think, is aware of this discrepancy, yet tries to believe all is right.

Seward remarked that McCulloch and myself had been uneasy because there had not been an earlier demonstration made and the President's policy distinctly stated, but he had been satisfied it was best to delay. I said that by the delay many of our friends had got committed against us, particularly on those Constitutional changes, — men whom we could by a plain, frank course have kept with us. He said they would come right, but we must give Congress an opportunity to show its hand. They had had seven months and had done nothing that they were satisfied with themselves. We have done nothing which it was our duty to have done, and are we and sound principles benefited by the Seward policy of delay?

Throughout the preliminary proceeding of this call there was a disinclination to make the proposed Constitutional changes an issue, yet it is the real question. This shirking from an open, honest course I can trace chiefly to Seward, though others have become complicated with him. Even the President himself has incautiously and without sufficient consideration used some expression in relation to the basis of representation which embarrasses him; and so of Doolittle and some others. Seward's confidants are fully committed, and hence he and they cannot act freely; consequently the great and important question is omitted in the call, which should have made the invasion of organic law prominent above all other points. He also, whilst conforming to the President's policy, strives to preserve Stanton as an ally, who intrigues with the Radicals.

This movement is an important one, and it has annoyed and pained me that there should have been a sacrifice of principle to gratify any one. If it proves a failure, which I do not mean to anticipate, it will be mainly attributable to the intrigues by which Seward and Weed have been brought into it and finally controlled or shaped proceedings. The intrigue has been cunningly and artfully managed by them. They have mainly shaped the call, although it is in all respects not what they wished. The President, I think, flatters himself that he has arranged to bring them in, whereas the truth is, he would have found it difficult to keep them out. Their aim and purpose are to remain with the old Republican organization, of which the Radicals, or old Whigs, have possession, but which, by the assistance of the President's patronage and the hocus-pocus of New York politics, Seward and Weed will work into their own schemes in that State. I am apprehensive that this movement in the cause of the Administration will by their intrigues and deceptions be made secondary to their purpose.

SOURCE: Gideon Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and Johnson, Vol. 2: April 1, 1864 — December 31, 1866, pp. 538-40

Diary of Gideon Welles, Monday, June 25, 1866

For two or three days I have been prostrated by a severe attack of indigestion, yet against the remonstrance of Dr. H. I went to the President's Saturday evening. What took place and subsequent reflection while prostrated on my lounge have disquieted and greatly disturbed me. It is a lost opportunity. The President fails to comprehend the true condition of affairs and the schemes of prominent men around him, or hesitates to grapple with them. In either case he is deceived and fatally wrong. He must, and evidently expects to, rely on the Democrats to overcome the Radicals who are conspiring against him and the Constitution. But the Democrats have no confidence in Seward and will not fellowship with him. Seward knows that, if the President does not. This call for a national Union convention which has been gotten up is perverted into a Seward call; the party is to be Seward's party, and it cannot, therefore, be Democratic. The President is, consequently, purchasing or retaining Seward and his followers at too high a price, too great a sacrifice. Enough Republicans may rally with this call to defeat the Radicals, but cannot themselves become a formidable and distinct power. If, however, the movement defeats the reckless plans of the Radicals, it will accomplish a great good. I have my doubts if the flimsy expedient will do much good.

Our President has been too forbearing, has wasted his strength and opportunities, and without some thorough changes will find himself, I apprehend, the victim of his own yielding policy in this regard. I do not see how it is possible to sustain himself with Seward on his shoulders.

SOURCE: Gideon Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and Johnson, Vol. 2: April 1, 1864 — December 31, 1866, pp. 540-1

Diary of Gideon Welles, Tuesday, June 26, 1866

We had not a protracted Cabinet meeting nor any specially interesting topic. I had thought the subject of the call for the convention, which appeared in this morning's paper, might be alluded to either before or after the business session, but it was as studiously avoided as if we had been in a Quaker meeting. There is no free interchange nor concurrence of views. Stanton is insincere, more false than Seward, who relies on expedients. Blair tells me he likes the call and thinks it will be effective. This inspires me with more confidence, for I had doubted whether he and men of his traits and views would acquiesce in it, particularly in its omissions. He does not apprehend the difficulty from Seward and Weed which has troubled me, for he says the President will cast Seward off and Stanton also. I had long seen that this was a necessity, but continued delay has disheartened expectation. Whether Blair has any fact to authorize his assertion, I know not. I can suppose it certain as an alternative. Stanton is unfaithful and acting secretly with the Radicals. He has gone. Either Seward must be discarded or the people will discard both him and the President. The latter does not realize that he is the victim of a double game, adapted to New York intrigues.

The papers state that the Senate of Connecticut adopted the Constitutional Amendment at midnight yesterday. This does not surprise me, yet had the President showed his hand earlier, the result might have been different in that State. But Seward, Weed, Raymond, and company are satisfied with this Radical Amendment. The latter voted for it. Weed has given it a quasi indorsement, and I do not remember to have heard Seward say a word against it. He hastened off a notice to Connecticut and the other States as the Radicals wished, without consulting the President or any member of the Cabinet. There has not been in Connecticut, or elsewhere, any deliberate, enlightened, intelligent, or comprehensive discussion of this measure, but a paltry, narrow, superficial talk or rant, all of the shallowest and meanest partisan character.

SOURCE: Gideon Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and Johnson, Vol. 2: April 1, 1864 — December 31, 1866, pp. 541-2

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Diary of Gideon Welles, Saturday, June 30, 1866

Had a long talk this afternoon with the President on the condition of affairs and especially in regard to the proposed national convention. He does not like the composition of the Cabinet, yet does not, in my opinion, perceive the most questionable feature in it. Harlan and Speed, he does not conceal from me, are in the way. The course and position of Dennison do not suit him. Dennison, like others, has been drawn into the Radical circle against his better judgment, is committed to the Republican Party, and is appointing extreme Radicals to the local post-offices, carrying out the views of the Radical Members and strengthening them by displacing friends of the President. In this I do not think D. intends antagonism to the President, although it is that and nothing else. But he does not permit himself to believe that the President and the Party, which is now a mere machine of Thad Stevens, are not identical.

Seward knows the distinction and yet contrives to persuade the President to acquiesce, while favoring the Radicals. It is curious, but by no means pleasant, to witness this proceeding. The President, usually sagacious, seems not to discern the management and ultimate purpose of the Secretary of State, who is prompted by Stanton, one of the Radical chiefs. Stanton has an assumed frankness, but his coarse manner covers a good deal of subtle duplicity. Seward never differs with the President. If he has taken an opposite view from or with others, or before the President's opinion is known, it disappears forever when the sentiments of the latter are ascertained. His knowledge and estimate of men are weak and erroneous in the extreme.

The President understands the political dexterity of Seward and yet does not apprehend that it may ever operate adverse to himself, nor does Seward intend to antagonize his chief. Some recent proceedings, connected with the schemes of the Radicals, are to me inexplicable, and in our talk I so informed the President. I could not understand how all the Republican Members from New York, a considerable portion of whom are under the influence of Seward and Weed, should vote steadily with the Radicals and against him, if Seward and Weed are his true friends.

The New York Times, Raymond's paper controlled by Weed, declared that the President and Radicals were pretty much reconciled on the Constitutional changes, and by this representation multitudes were entrapped into the measure. Seward, hastily and without consulting the President, hastened to send certified copies of the Amendment by the first mail to the State Executives. These and other things I alluded to as very singular, and that I could hardly reconcile them to sincere and honest friendship. The President was puzzled; said it was strange.

I told him I could account for these proceedings readily, if it were to build up and sustain the Weed and Seward party in New York, but it certainly was not strengthening the Administration.

Raymond and Seward knew of the movements for the convention, and the Times in advance spoke of it as a move to unite the Republican Party while it would certainly injure the Administration. The effect was, when the call appeared, to cause distrust among Democrats, and to repel the World, the Herald, etc. It looks like design or stupidity. I knew they were not fools.

My efforts to incorporate with the call a clause adverting to the proposed Constitutional changes which made a convention advisable were resisted and defeated by the tools of Seward, because it would be agreeable to the Democrats and opposed to the Radicals. His friends were committed on that subject. They had adopted it and were, therefore, antagonistic to Johnson, yet they succeeded through the assistance of Radicals who care little for principles.

SOURCE: Gideon Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and Johnson, Vol. 2: April 1, 1864 — December 31, 1866, pp. 543-5

Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Speech of Congressman Albert G. Brown, delivered in the United States House of Representatives, in Reply to his Colleague, Hon. John D. Freeman, on the State of Parties in Mississippi, March 30, 1852

AVERSE as I am to the continuance of a controversy with my colleagues on the subject of Mississippi politics, I am not the less constrained to reply to a speech of my colleague, from the third district, which I find printed in the Globe of the 19th of this month. I am wholly at a loss to account for the ill temper which the speech exhibits. Surely there was nothing said by me to call forth such a reply. One of my colleagues [Mr. Wilcox], when the "HOMESTEAD BILL" was under debate, made a party speech, in which he represented, among other things, that my friends in Mississippi were attempting to "sneak back" into the Democratic party. It became my imperative duty to reply, and I did so. My colleague rejoined, and here I supposed the matter might very well have rested. But the gentleman [Mr. Freeman] returned from an excursion to New York, and without the least provocation from me, took up the cudgel, and proceeds to deliver himself of a speech full of acrimony; so full, indeed, that one as familiar as I am with the productions of his usually cool head, could hardly repress the conviction that a "torpid liver" must have influenced the calmer impulses of his mind.

If he entered the lists because he fancied that his friend had not successfully met my positions, I not only forgive him, but confess myself flattered by his consideration. "Thrice armed is he who hath his quarrel just;" and though my three colleagues should all assail me, armed, trebly armed as I am in the justice of my cause, I shall not despair of success against them all.

The gentleman tells us, in the opening paragraphs of his speech, that the pious philanthropists at the North have "decoyed, caught, and harbored some TWENTY-FIVE OF THIRTY THOUSAND of our SLAVES, and that we never expect to see them again." Precious confession! If the compromise, fugitive slave bill and all, is going to be executed in good faith, as my colleague and his Union friends assured the people of Mississippi it would be, why should he thus abandon all hope of recovering these "twenty-five or thirty thousand" slaves? The truth is, that all my colleagues are very ready to lecture me for a want of faith, but neither of them has the least confidence in the efficacy of the compromise. The one [Mr. Freeman] has no expectation that we are to recover our "twenty-five or thirty thousand slaves," and the other [Mr. Wilcox], less desponding, and yet evidently in doubt, concludes his speech with an earnest invocation to the North to do us justice. If the compromise were executed in good faith, we should get back our slaves. But, like my colleague, I "never expect to see them again." If the North has given us justice in the compromise, why this invocation to their sense of justice now? The honest truth is, that in our secret hearts we all know that justice has not been done us, and we have little hope that it will be in future. We have submitted to one wrong; will we submit to another? "We never expect to see our slaves again." All that we now do, is to invoke justice for the future.

My colleague, though he "never expects to see the slaves" that have been decoyed, caught, and harbored" by the pious philanthropists," is yet full of hope, in the conclusion of his speech, that we are to have peace in future. I do not care to be impertinent, but I should like to know on what he bases the hope that "decoying, catching, and harboring" slaves is going to cease, and why it is that, despairing as he does of recovering the slaves already taken from our possession, he is yet confident that we shall recover those that are "decoyed, caught, and harbored" hereafter? At his leisure, I shall be gratified to hear his answer. To my mind, we are as likely to recover those already "decoyed," as we are to recover those that are taken hereafter. I never expect to see the one or the other. The fugitive slave bill has not been executed; and if by its execution is meant an honest and faithful surrender of the slaves—such a surrender as is made of every other species of estrayed or stolen property—it never will be.

My colleague commenced his reply to me with an expression of his regret that he did not hear my speech. It certainly would have gratified me had he given me his audience; but as he did not, I should have been satisfied had he done me the honor to read a printed copy of my speech. This I am sure he never could have done. I know my colleague is a sensible man, and I hope he is just, and I am well satisfied that no sensible and just man who had read my speech could ever have published such a reply as that which I find printed by order of my colleague.

If my colleague's speech had been delivered in the House, I should have thrown myself upon his indulgence, and asked a portion of his allotted hour to correct his errors, as one after another he fell into them. But as it suited him better to print his speech without delivering it, I am left to no other alternative than that of asking the indulgence of the committee whilst I make such responses to his several allegations as in my judgment they merit.

It was an ungenerous fling from my colleague to criticise my remarks as he did in the opening paragraph of his speech. He thinks that upon such a question as that of appropriating money to continue the work on the capitol, I might have said something of the pressing necessities of the mechanics and laborers on these works of the character of the work, &c. Now, the plain English of this is, that I made a speech out of order, and that an act so unusual called for his special animadversion. I am sorry the gentleman did not see at an earlier day the necessity of sticking to the subject under debate. Three days before I spoke, our colleague from the second district [Mr. Wilcox] made a speech, to which the gentleman listened with infinite delight. The subject was "THE HOMESTEAD BILL" of the gentleman from Tennessee [Mr. Johnson]. "Upon such a topic we may have supposed that our colleague would have said something of the pressing necessities" of the landless, the houseless, and the homeless. "But, much to our surprise, he wandered off two thousand miles," to bring up and discuss before us the state of parties in Mississippi. The gentleman [Mr. Freeman] heard this speech. He enjoyed it. "He rolled it under his tongue as a sweet morsel." It was foreign to the subject under debate. It was out of order. It was in advance of any single remark from me on the subject of Mississippi politics. But it was from the political twin brother of my colleague, and therefore he had no word of rebuke to utter. But no sooner do I rise to "vindicate the truth of history" than my colleague rolls up his eyes in well-dissembled horror, and begins a pious lecture on the "pressing necessities of the mechanics and laborers whose work had been suspended." Why did not the gentleman thus rebuke our colleague from the second district, when first he lugged these foreign topics into the House of Representatives?

My colleague says, "the secret of the gentleman's [my] speech is to be found in the fact that the Union Democrats of Mississippi have called a state convention, and sent delegates to the Baltimore Convention." I am not aware of any secret purpose entertained by me in making that speech. It is upon its face my reply to a colleague, and no one can read it without seeing that it could only have been suggested by the speech to which it was a reply. Let me assure my colleague that what he calls "a state convention of the Union Democrats of Mississippi" has never given me a moment's uneasiness. I looked upon it more in sorrow than in anger. It was a poor abortion at best; and the only concern I ever felt in regard to it was, that it became the "slaughter-house" of a few pure-minded and upright Democrats.

The gentleman says I admitted "that the movement of my party was dead," and that "my party was dead." Now, sir, I made no such admissions; said nothing from which such an inference could have been drawn; and, if the gentleman shall ever take the trouble to read the speech to which he wrote a reply without having listened to its delivery, and without reading it after it was delivered, he will see how grossly he has misstated what it contains.

I said the "southern movement was dead;" and so it is; but I said explicitly that it was not the movement of my friends or of my party. It was, I said, and as I now repeat, the movement of all parties in the South—Whigs and Democrats, Union men and State-Rights men. My party is not dead nor dying. It lives, and moves, and has a being; and so long as there is true Democracy in the South, it will continue to grow and flourish. It is the party of progress. It contains all that is sound in the creed of the ancient fathers, and all that is pure and original in that of the "Young Democracy." Its steps are guided by the lights of past ages, and its course is onward and upward, to that destiny which awaits the votaries of freedom in every land. It is, I repeat, neither dead nor dying. Its glory was eclipsed in the late contest in our state, as the glory of the National Democracy was eclipsed in 1840, and again in 1848. But these things must pass away, even as the clouds pass over the face of a summer sun. The gentleman and his party cannot blot out the glory of the TRUE Democracy. Impotent attempt! As well might they strive to eclipse the true glory of the sun with the light of a penny candle, as thus to throw discredit upon the National Democracy, by their eternal cry of Union, Union. Theirs is a feeble light at best. It burns dimly in Georgia and Mississippi, and throws a sickly glimmer over a part of Alabama. Everywhere else it is lost in the sun-like blaze of a National Democracy—a Democracy which is as broad as the continent, and as athletic as Hercules. The democracy of my colleague and his Union allies is of a feeble nature. It is constantly going into spasms about the safety of the Union. Ours is of a different kind. It has no fears for the safety of the Union. The Union is strong, and can defend itself. If it should ever get into trouble, the National Democracy will be ready to give it a helping hand. I had rather rely upon one friend of the Union, who would stand by it in the hour of its peril, than a whole regiment of defenders who would go into hysterics every time some mad-cap cried "SECESSION!"

My colleague says, that after my return home in 1850, the compromise bills having passed, I made a "violent harangue" in which I said: "So help me God, I am for resistence; and my advice to you is that of Cromwell to his colleagues, “Pray to God, and keep your powder dry." Here, again, my colleague blunders. I made no "violent harangue" after my return home. It is true I made a speech, but it was characterized by everything rather than violence. I had no reason, at that time, to suppose that the speech did not meet the approbation of my colleague. We were upon terms that would have justified him in communicating any disapprobation he may have felt; and his failure to do so left me under the impression that I had said nothing which shocked his confidence in my devotion to the Union and the Constitution.

It is true that I used the two expressions which my colleague attributes to me, but not in the connection in which he employs them. I said, after the compromise bills had passed, or after it became manifest that they would pass, "So help me God, I am for resistance." I used that expression here, on this floor. I may have employed it elsewhere. But is my colleague at all justified in concluding that I used the term resistance as synonymous with secession? Not at all, sir. When Jefferson, and Madison, and Randolph, and Nicholas, and Clay, resisted the alien and sedition laws, were they for secession? When Jackson resisted the bank charter, was he for secession? When the whole Democracy of the nation resisted the tariff of 1842, were they all seceders, traitors, and disunionists? I used the term as it had been used from time immemorial as expressive of my strong disapprobation of the compromise bills, and of my determination to induce my constituents, if possible, to withhold from them the meed of their approbation, and to refuse, as far as practicable, to allow them to become precedents in the future legislation of the country. My constituents have never sanctioned the compromise. They have never said it met their approbation; and, in my judgment, they never will.

I used, in my speech at home, after my return from Congress, the Cromwellian expression which ever since has so much annoyed the peculiar guardians of the Union: "Pray to God, but keep your powder dry." And it was as if I had said, "Hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst." The true meaning of this expression will be understood when I state, that on that occasion, as now, I said appearances, in my judgment, are delusive. We have suffered much at the hands of the North, and we have not seen the end. We are destined to suffer much more. Some gentlemen say we have a final, and lasting, and eternal settlement of the slavery question. I hope it may be so. But I am incredulous; I would not cease to watch on such an assurance; I would hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst. "I would pray to God, but keep my powder dry."

The gentleman takes up the message and general policy of Governor Quitman, and attempts to hold the Democracy of Mississippi responsible for all he ever said and did. I will make this bargain with my colleague: If he will undertake to be responsible for all that Governor Foote has said and written, I will respond for the writings and sayings of Governor Quitman. Secession, disunion, revolution, southern rights, and similar terms, are as common along the path that General Foote made in the congressional record as mile-posts on a turnpike; and yet the gentleman passes over all these, and attacks Quitman's message. I leave others to decide whose "platter is clean on the outside," and whose is "filled with rottenness and dead men's bones." If my colleague's platter is clean without or within, it has, to my mind, a marvellous strange way of showing it.

The gentleman says that on the day the message of Governor Quitman appeared, "the Union Democrats then at the seat of government denounced it as treasonable to the nation, and they so denounce it now."

The day that Governor Quitman's message was delivered, there was assembled at the seat of government (Jackson) a convention. It was not a Democratic convention; it was not a Union Democratic convention; it was a convention in which the Democrats stood to the Whigs as about one to five. This convention denounced the governor's message, it is true. But I never heard before that the voice of denunciation was that of the Union Democrats. I heard it at the time as the voice of the Union party, and then, as now, I recognised it as the growl of Whiggery.

But how came there to be a convention at the seat of government? Was it called to deliberate on the governor's message? Not at all. This could not be; for the convention was composed of persons (chiefly Whigs) from all parts of the state, and it had actually assembled and was in session at the very moment when the governor's message was delivered. For what purpose did it assemble? Not, certainly, to consider a message yet not made public, and the contents of which were as little known to the members of that body before they assembled as to the people of China. I judge of the purpose of its assemblage by what it did. It formed, created, and brought into being the Union party. Mark you, it was not the Union Democratic party. There was no "Democratic" about it. It was the Union party; and it was formed outside of, above, and beyond the Democratic party. It was an attempt to form a third party. It failed; and then the ringleaders threw an anchor to the windward. Then it was that, finding the National Whigs and National Democrats were laughing at them, my colleague and his Union friends hung out the "Democratic" banner. At first it was all Union; and when they found the Union would not save them, they called themselves Union Democrats.

One of my colleagues [Mr. Nabers] the other day asked, in the course of his speech, "What it was that constituted party? Was it numbers or principles?" He said it was numbers, and as there were numbers in Mississippi who avowed themselves secessionists, he concluded there was a secession party there. My colleague's premises are badly laid, and his conclusions do not follow his premises. Numbers do not constitute party. It takes principles and numbers both to constitute party; and it takes something else it takes the organization of numbers on principle to constitute party. Whenever the gentleman shows that the secession numbers in Mississippi were organized on the principle of seceding from the Union, he will have shown that there was a secession party in Mississippi. And then I will show that neither I nor my friends belonged to or constituted a part of these numbers.

There are two, and only two, political organizations in our state-the "Union party" and the "Democratic State-Rights organization."I never heard of the Union Democratic party until after the elections were over, and a convention was about to be called to send delegates to Baltimore. The candidates in the state elections were announced as Union candidates and Democratic State-Rights candidates. The tickets were printed "Union tickets" and "Democratic State-Rights tickets."

It is strange how a sensible man hates to confess he has done a silly thing. I know my colleague [Mr. Freeman] feels bad. He feels that he has been playing truant to the party of which he professes to be a member. The best way to get out of it is to confess his folly, quit all this tom-foolery about the Union, and settle down again into a quiet, orderly citizen, and betake himself to the study of true Democracy. I commend to him the consolation held out in the two lines:

"While the lamp holds out to burn

The vilest sinner may return.”

The gentleman expresses some strange ideas about the anxiety of my friends and myself to get into the Baltimore Convention. I must confess this part of his speech is all jargon to me. "We have on the wedding garment,” — “our lamps are trimmed," and I know of no reason for any anxiety on our part. We are Democrats, and have always been. We appointed our delegates in the usual way, and upon my word, I can see no reason to doubt that we shall take our seats like other members of the family. So far as my colleague's remarks apply to me personally, I can only say that I am not an appointed delegate; and in this he and I are alike. He has been appointed by a Union convention, it is true. But I take it, a Union convention has no more right to appoint delegates to a Democratic convention, than the Pope of Rome would have to appoint the pastor of a Methodist church.

One of the strangest features in the gentleman's speech is, that the whole Democratic party of Mississippi are secessionists, because certain county meetings and certain newspapers promulgated secession doctrines and sentiments. Is my colleague serious in this? If he is, I will show in ten seconds, by the same rule of evidence, that he is a Whig. He proves that I am a secessionist, because the Mississippian, Free-Trader, Sentinel, and other Democratic papers, used expressions supposed to indicate, more or less, a disposition to secede. Suppose I take up the Vicksburg Whig, Natchez Courier, Holly Springs Gazette, and other Whig papers now in the service of the gentleman, and show that they are for the Whig cause and Whig principles throughout—does not the gentleman, by his own rule, thereby become a Whig? He does. And yet, sir, I do not pretend to say that he is a Whig. Parties are to be judged by what they say and do in their organic capacity, and not by the acts and speeches of individual members of the party. Before a party can be justly held responsible for the acts and speeches of any one or more of its members, it must be shown that such members had authority to speak for the party. This can never be done when the party in convention has spoken for itself. In such cases individual members become responsible for their own expressions, and the party, as a whole, and each member of it, is responsible for what the organic body, the convention, has said. By this rule I am ready to see my party tried, and by it I mean to try the gentleman and his party.

He introduces a series of resolutions, which he says were passed by the convention which nominated Governor Quitman. Numbers 5 and 6, as I find them in his speech, were resolutions originally passed by a joint convention of both parties—Whigs and Democrats—in our state. They were copied by our convention simply because they had received the sanction of all parties, and were, therefore, not liable to objection, as we supposed, from any quarter. The same resolutions had been reaffirmed by the Union Convention, and now stand as a part of their platform. Such at least is my recollection.

The resolution number 12, as printed by my colleague, declares the admission of California into the Union to be the "Wilmot proviso in another form." This resolution, as my colleague knows very well, embodies the substance of a letter written by the Mississippi delegation in the last Congress (including Governor Foote) to Governor Quitman. I hope Governor Foote, and my colleague as his supporter, will each take his share of the responsibility. I am willing to take mine.

Next come a series of resolutions passed by the Nashville Convention in June, 1850, and incorporated into our platform in June, 1851. These resolutions were passed at Nashville, when Judge Sharkey was presiding—when the convention was full of what is now called Union men—and they received the deliberate sanction of them all. They were approved at the time by Governor Foote and by my colleague, and if they afterwards denounced them, the most they can say of us who sustained them is, that we stuck to what we said a little longer than they did.

But my colleague thus speaks of this very Nashville Convention and its acts, in the speech to which I am now replying. He says: "For the first session of the Nashville Convention, all parties were and are responsible. I take my own share of it." Why, sir, these resolutions were passed by the first session of this convention. And again: To this convention the gentleman attributes the success of the compromise, and the defeat of the Wilmot proviso. He takes his share of the responsibility, and yet he quarrels with us because we incorporate a part of its wonderful works into our platform. If these works had done the mighty things he attributes to them, he might at least have spared them the bitter denunciation he has heaped upon them.

This disposes of our resolutions so far as I find them copied in my colleague's speech, with but a single exception, and that is an immaterial one. Here it is:

16. "ResolvedThat it is a source of heartfelt congratulation that the true friends of the Constitution and of the rights and honor of the South, of whatever party name, are now united in a common cause, and can act together with cordiality and sincerity."

And here is my colleague's commentary on it:

“‘What a beautiful specimen of old line Democracy,’ ‘Black spirits and white, blue spirits and gray.’”

When before was it doubted that the "old line Democracy" "were the true friends of the Constitution?" When before were the true friends of the South sneered at as "black spirits and white, blue spirits and gray?" When before was it considered a matter of reproach that the friends of the Constitution and of the South acted together with cordiality? I leave my colleague to answer.

The gentleman is at great pains to leave the impression on the minds of those who shall read his speech, that the Democratic party of Mississippi approved of and made a part of its creed the address, or resolutions, or some other of the proceedings of the second session of the Nashville Convention. Now, sir, I say emphatically, that he is mistaken. We never did, as a party, in any manner, shape, or form, by resolution or otherwise, endorse, approve, or sanction the proceedings of the second session of that body. He admits his own and his party's responsibility for the first session, but attacks the second session of the Nashville Convention. The second was but a continuation of the first. The gentleman's party never endorsed the acts of this second session, nor did mine. For the proceeding of the JUNE Nashville Convention, my friends and myself made ourselves responsible. But if my colleague shall show that we made ourselves responsible for the acts of the NOVEMBER session of that body, he will show what I have not yet seen.

My colleague argues that the Union movement grew out of the doctrines contained in the Quitman message, and the acts and resolutions of the second session of the Nashville Convention; so, at least, I understand him. The Union movement in Mississippi could not have grown out of that message, nor could it in any way have been influenced by the second session of the convention at Nashville. The Union party was organized at a mass Union meeting in Jackson, on the 18th November, 1850. On that day the governor's message was delivered to the legislature, and on that day the convention assembled at Nashville, Tennessee-four hundred miles off. The Union mass meeting was not, therefore, assembled to deliberate upon the one or the other of these things. Of both, the members of that body were profoundly ignorant at the time of their assemblage. The Union party was organized by this mass meeting. It held a convention in April, 1851, and under the style of "Union men," put its candidates in the field. The "Democratic State-Rights party" met in June, 1851, and made its nominations, calling them "Democratic State-Rights men."

Our position in the canvass was, that a state had the abstract right to secede from the Union, and to do it peaceably. For taking this position, we have been denounced as secessionists and disunionists, although we declared, in the same sentence in which we asserted the right, that it was "the last resort, the final alternative, and that we opposed its present exercise."

What was the position of my colleague and his party? They designated six distinct acts, the doing of any one of which would justify resistance, and among these was the repeal of the fugitive slave law, or its material modification. My colleague, I believe, endorsed, and perhaps yet endorses, the Georgia platform. It declares that "Georgia will resist, even to a disruption of every tie that binds her to the Union, the repeal of the fugitive slave bill;" and further, that, in her judgment. "the perpetuity of our much-loved Union depends upon the faithful execution of that law."

When I say I am for resistance, my colleague says I mean secession, or disunion. And pray, sir, when he says that he is for resistance, what does he mean? He will not secede, but he will resist if the fugitive slave law is repealed. Yes, sir, he will resist, even to a disruption of every tie that binds him to the Union; but he will not secede. He will perpetrate no such "abominable heresy" as peaceable secession. He will resist, he will sever the ties that bind him to the Union; but he will not do it peaceably—that is a heresy too abominable to be thought of. Well, sir, there is no disputing about tastes; but, I must confess, if it shall ever become necessary to "sever the ties," as I trust it never may, I shall prefer to see it done peaceably.

If language means anything, the gentleman's party in Mississippi was about as far committed to secession, by their resolutions, as was my party. I shall hold myself responsible for the resolutions of my party in general convention, and I ask the gentleman to assume no higher degree of responsibility himself.

My colleague complains that a Democratic senate in Mississippi elected a Whig (Judge Guion) to preside over it. This was not the first time that such an event had happened, and therefore it was not even singular. In the palmiest days of Jacksonism, Colonel Bingaman, an old-fashioned John Quincy Adams Whig, was elected both Speaker of the House and President of the Senate; and I heard nothing said against it. It caused no political convulsion in the state. Men and parties moved on just as they did before. It was a tribute to his high character and exalted worth as a gentleman and a native Mississippian. A Democratic Senate did the same thing for Guion, than whom Mississippi boasts no more noble, generous, and talented son. If Democratic senators were willing to waive their claims to the president's chair, and the Democratic party made no objection to Guion's election, pray, sir, who else had a right to complain? But, says the gentleman, "When the Whig president was elected, the secession governor (Quitman) resigned, and placed that Whig president of the senate in the office of governor." I can appreciate my colleague's "affliction of soul' at the accession of a Whig to the gubernatorial chair; but I hope he may find consolation in the fact, that the Whigs have done him some service in their day and generation.

My colleague cannot, I am sure, mean to convey the idea that Quitman resigned with a view of conferring the office of governor on Judge Guion. My colleague is very familiar with the facts attending Governor Quitman's resignation. He knows how he was charged with participating in the first Lopez expedition to Cuba. He knows that whilst others, who confessed to have been at Cardenas, were permitted to visit this city, and to travel everywhere, without molestation, Quitman was hunted like a common felon, and finally forced to resign the office of governor. He knows, too, that when he presented himself in New Orleans, and demanded a trial, the prosecution was instantly abandoned. All this my colleague knows. There is abasement enough in it for our state, God knows, without making the resignation of the governor the pretext for further charges.

The gentleman speaks of a "standing army," projected by Governor Quitman, and recommended by him to the legislature. And this, he says, was a part of the "secession scheme." I have heard of this "standing army" before, and I will exhibit the monster in all its proportions. Some years back, when the gentleman was attorney-general, and I was governor of Mississippi, the subject of reorganizing the militia was discussed. It may have escaped the recollection of my colleague, but it has not mine, that we concurred in the opinion, that the militia system of the state was a nuisance. Accordingly, in preparing the executive message, I brought the subject to the attention of the legislature; but nothing was done. My successor, Governor Matthews, took up the subject, and pressed it on the attention of the legislature; but with no better success. When Governor Quitman came into power, he took it up where Governor Matthews and myself had left it, and, like ourselves, he failed in getting the favorable action of the legislature.

I always regarded this "standing army" as one of the humbugs of the campaign. I had the fullest confidence in the wisdom and patriotism of Governor Quitman, and I confess, therefore, never to have examined critically his scheme for reorganizing the militia. But if I am not mistaken, it will be seen by reference to the record, that he was following out substantially the positions taken by me, and which I had no reason to suppose met the disapprobation of my present colleague and the late attorney-general of Mississippi.

If there was not much more in this "standing army" than I have supposed, it is mine; I claim it by right of invention. It was my squadron; I first put it in the field. But as the relations of Mississippi with the Federal government were at the time of a most pacific character, not extending beyond a dispute about a very small fraction of the two per cent. fund, and as the Compromise had not been heard of, I hope to escape the imputation of harboring hostile designs against our venerable relative, "Uncle Sam."

The whole extent, body and breeches, of the "standing army," as I understand it, is this: It was an attempt to substitute an organized corps of volunteers for the ridiculous and troublesome militia trainings that are now required by law. In what precise terms it was presented by Governor Quitman, I say again, I do not know. But this is the monster as I have seen him in all his huge proportions.

The gentleman next charges that Colonel Tarpley, a Democrat, was ruled off, and Governor Guion, a Whig, recommended for chancellor of Mississippi. It so happens that there was no ruling off in the case. Both gentlemen agreed to submit their pretensions to an informal meeting of mutual friends. Those friends advised Colonel Tarpley to withdraw, and, like a true man and a Democrat, he did it. One would naturally conclude that my colleague, from his manner of speaking about this transaction, would have voted for Colonel Tarpley, the Democrat, if he had continued in the canvass. But I tell you he would have done no such thing. He had already made up his mind to vote for Charles Scott, another Whig. His party had him in the field, and they all voted for him, and, what is more, with a little help from our side they elected him. When my colleague votes for a Whig himself, he takes no account of it. It is all very natural that he should do so. But if I, or my friends, do the same thing, then it is all wrong. My colleague, in all this, seems to admit that we are the old liners, "the salt of the party," and it grieves him to see us going astray. I thank him for the admonition. True men should be always circumspect. More latitude may be allowed those to whom no one looks for examples of fidelity to the party.

In extenuation of this atrocious charge, so vehemently laid against my party and myself, of having voted for a Whig chancellor, I may mention a few facts. For twenty years, the people of Mississippi have elected their own judges, and in no single instance within my knowledge has a judge ever been chosen on party grounds until it was done by the Union party. It stands to the everlasting credit of our people that they did, with Roman firmness, withstand for twenty years all the appeals of the politicians to mix up politics with the administration of justice. Judge Sharkey was again and again elected from a Democratic district, though he was always a Whig. Judge Posey, though a Democrat, has presided with dignity and ability for a long time in a Whig district. Judge Miller, a Whig, was elected and re-elected in the strongest Democratic district in the state. It is not to the credit of the Union men that they departed from this time-honored usage. And I think the example they have set us will be "more honored in the breach than in the observance."

The gentleman intimates, that after the September election of 1851 had resulted adversely to my party I changed my policy, and by a timely retreat saved myself from defeat. No one knows better than my colleague that such an insinuation is grossly unjust. After the result of the September election was known, and when the Union party was fuller of exultation than it ever was before or since, and in the midst of their rejoicings, I published an address to the people of my district. A few short extracts from this address will show how much I quailed before the frowns of a party flushed with victory. This publication was made to vindicate myself against the slanders of my enemies. I said:

“‘There are my speeches and there my votes; I stand by and defend them. You say for these my country will repudiate me. I demand a trial of the issue.’ This was my language in the first speech made by me after my return from Washington. I repeat it now. I said then, as I say now, that the charge laid against me that I was, or ever had been, for disunion or secession, was and is FALSE and SLANDEROUS.”

If I stood by my votes and speeches, and defended them to the last, in what is the evidence of my faltering to be found? I submit the concluding paragraphs of this address:

"In the approaching election, I asked the judgment of my constituents on my past course. I claim no exemption from the frailties common to all mankind. That I have erred is possible, but that the interests of my constituents have suffered from my neglect, or that I have intentionally done any act or said anything to dishonor them in the eyes of the world, or to bring discredi upon our common country, is not true. In all that I have said or done, my aim has been for the honor, the happiness, and the true glory of my state.

"I opposed the Compromise with all the power I possessed. I opposed the admission of California, the division of Texas, the abolition of the slave trade in the District of Columbia, and I voted against the Utah bill. I need scarcely say that I voted for the Fugitive Slave bill, and aided, as far as I could, in its passage. I opposed the Compromise.

"I thought, with Mr. Clay, that 'it gave almost everything to the North, and to the South nothing but her honor.'

"I thought, with Mr. Webster, that the 'South got what the North lost and that was nothing at all.'

"I thought, with Mr. Brooks, that the 'North carried everything before her.' "I thought with Mr. Clemens, that there was no equity to redeem the outrage.' "I thought, with Mr. Downs, that 'it was no compromise at all.'

"I thought, with Mr. Freeman, 'that the North got the oyster and we got the shell.'

"I thought, at the last, what General Foote thought at the first, that 'it contained none of the features of a genuine Compromise.'*

"And finally, and last, I voted against it, and spoke against it, BECAUSE it unsettled the balance of power between the two sections of the Union, inflicted an injury upon the South, and struck a blow at that political equality of the states and of the people, on which the Union is founded, and without a maintenance of which the Union cannot be preserved.

"I spoke against it, and voted against it, in all its forms. I was against it as an omnibus, and I was against it in its details. I fought it through from Alpha to Omega, and I would do so again. I denounced it before the people, and down to the last hour I continued to oppose it. The people have decided that the state shall acquiesce, and with me that decision is final. I struggled for what I thought was the true interest and honor of my constituents, and if for this they think me worthy of condemnation, I am ready for the sacrifice. For opposing the Compromise, ise. I have no apologies or excuses to offer; I did that which my conscience told me was right, and the only regret I feel is that my opposition was not more availing."

This is what the gentleman calls meek and lowly submission. These were my positions on the day of my election; they were the positions of my entire party; they are our positions now; we submitted to nothing but the voice of our state. Then, as now, when Mississippi speaks we are ready to obey; the state had a right to decide for herself what, if anything, was necessary in vindication of her honor. She made that decision, and of it I thus spoke in the address from which I have been reading.

"I opposed and denounced the Compromise, but I did not thereby make myself a disunionist. I thought in the beginning that it inflicted a positive injury upon the South, and I think so now. This opinion is well settled, and is not likely to undergo any material change. I gave my advice freely, but never obtrusively, as to the course which I thought the state ought to pursue. That advice has not been taken. Mississippi has decided that submission to or acquiescence in the compromise measures is her true policy. As a citizen, I bow to the judgment of my state. I WISH HER JUDGMENT HAD BEEN OTHERWISE—but from her decision I ask no appeal."

After this publication was made, my colleague and General Foote both visited my district with special reference to my defeat. Others traversed it. The newspapers became more reckless than ever. Slander upon slander was "piled up like Pelion upon Ossa, until the very heavens cried for quarters." But all to no effect. And now we have the sickly excuse rendered, that I turned "submissionist." The charge is entitled to my pity and contempt, and I give them both without stint and without grudging.

The gentleman speaks of my willingness to beg my way into the Baltimore Convention. In this he is about as accurate as in his other statements. So far from begging my way into the Baltimore Convention, I have expressly declined going in at all. I wrote to my party friends at home requesting not to be named as a delegate. I did so because our party had, years ago, from proper motives, determined to exclude members of Congress from presidential conventions, and I wanted no departure from the rule in my case. If the gentleman means that I am begging for the admission of my friends, he is again mistaken. I know the strength of the true Democracy of Mississippi. We polled within a thousand of a majority at the last election, and we can poll many more at another trial. And I suppose the nominees at Baltimore and their friends will be quite as anxious to receive our votes as we will be to give them. This, however, was one of the gentleman's ill-tempered flings, to which a reply is hardly necessary. No man of sound judgment, not carried away by passion, can suppose that there will be any more question about the admission of the delegates from Mississippi than from any other state. I have not canvassed the question, because I never supposed that it admitted of a doubt in any man's mind, except that of the gentleman himself, and his friend Governor Foote.

The gentleman thinks it singular that I should expect to enter the Baltimore Convention with opinions not altogether in harmony with the sentiments of Democrats elsewhere. Let us see how much there is in all this. Let us see in what my views "differ from the great body of the National Democracy." And let us inquire whether these differences of opinion have not been tolerated on former occasions. There are three classes of Democrats: Federal Democrats, Union Democrats, and State-Rights Democrats. And the question on which we differ is this: "What redress has a state, suffering intolerable oppression from the Federal government?" or, "What remedy has a state for a violation of the compact between herself and the Federal government?" It will be observed that the question is one which each state must, of necessity, decide for itself. And every individual will decide it for himself according to his federal or republican proclivities. A Federal Democrat would say that a state should submit, under any and all circumstances. A Union Democrat would advise revolution, and he would, I suppose, lead a rebel army; but where to, and against whom, God only knows. A State-Rights Democrat would advocate peaceable secession. But we all agree that each state must be left free to shape its own policy. No one would think of consulting the Federal government, or the National Executive, as to what a state should do in such a case. National parties and national conventions have nothing to do with state policy, and have no right to instruct a state as to "the mode and measure of redress" in cases of "infractions of the compact." It follows, therefore, that the Baltimore Convention can have nothing to do with the policy of Mississippi; and if it shall assume to tell her what are her rights as a member of the Confederacy, it will transcend its authority, and its act, in this regard, will be null and void. The Baltimore Convention will commit no such folly. It is a question of state policy, with which national parties, national Executives, and national conventions, have no concern. Now let us see whether, in days gone by, the Democracy of Mississippi has been required to submit its local or state policy to the supervision of a national convention.

Three times the Democracy of Mississippi has shaped the policy of that state without consulting the Democracy of other states. Twenty years ago, the Democracy of Mississippi determined to elect judges by the people. It was a bold innovation. New York, Pennsylvania, and other states, laughed at our temerity. But New York, Pennsylvania, and other states, have followed our example.

Fifteen years ago, Mississippi Democracy set its face against banks and banking. Under the lead of McNutt every bank in the state was swept away. We took the lead. The Democracy of other states hesitated, and finally refused to follow.

Twelve years ago, the Democracy of our state declared against paying certain BONDS, issued in the name of the state, and bearing its seal. The Democracy of other states was horror-stricken; but we had our own way.

In no one of these cases had we the support or countenance of the National Democracy; and in all of them there were bolters from the party, who denounced it, as my colleague now denounces us. When we resolved to elect judges by the people, they called us anarchists and levellers. When we made war upon the banks, we were Jacobins and Red Republicans. When we were opposing the bonds, they denounced us as repudiators and public plunderers. The true Democracy of Mississippi survived the gibes and taunts of its enemies in those days; and it will survive the denunciations of the gentleman and his associates now. We settled all these cases without losing our identity with the National Democracy, and without consulting its wishes. And we never failed to meet them on national questions, in national conventions; and we shall not fail now. We shall not dictate what others are to do in vindication of their rights, nor will we tolerate dictation from others as to how we shall defend our own.

The gentleman, strangely enough, misunderstands what I said respecting General Foote's being at one time a Whig. He speaks of Colonel Fall, Colonel Miller, and other Democrats, having represented the Whig county of Hinds. In this he misses the point. These gentlemen were all elected as Democrats. It was a high tribute to their worth, to be elected from a strong Whig county; yet it caused great labor and extraordinary diligence on the part of their friends. General Foote had an easier time of it. He run [sic] as a Whig. He was elected as a Whig. He served as a Whig. As a member from Hinds county he voted, as the journals show, for a Whig United States senator. I hope I am now more clearly understood.

I should never have introduced the name of General Foote into this debate, if it had not become necessary in vindication of Governor Quitman. I commend to my colleague a homely adage, "that those who live in glass houses should not throw stones."

My colleague "thanks God" that his party had in its ranks "many gallant and patriotic Whigs." It may be all a matter of taste, but it seems to me it would have been more appropriate if he had returned his thanks to another quarter. I can hardly think it was a celestial influence that made the "gallant and patriotic Whigs of Mississippi" the followers of my colleague. But I discern in this part of the gentleman's speech two things worthy of commendation—gratitude and common sense. It is right that he should, in this or in some other way, manifest his gratitude to those who elected him. And it indicates good common sense to retain, as far as he can, the good opinion of his Whig friends. It is very certain that they will be needed in another election, if my colleague should be a candidate.

It may be that my colleague has captured a large number of Whigs, and means to march them into the Democratic camp. I have heard such an intimation. If it turns out to be true, I hope he will post his captives in the rear, and not in the front of our line. And I would particularly caution him against giving them commissions and high rank, until he is certain they will be faithful to our flag. It is not safe to make commanders of those too recently taken from the ranks of the enemy. They may betray us in the hour of trial; or, from the force of habit, turn their arms against us. Besides, the old veterans in our ranks may object to following these captive commanders. Senator Brooke, for example, is an excellent Whig, and, for aught I know, he is a very good Union Democrat; but I know many an "old liner" who would not like to follow his lead in a presidential campaign.

My colleague is sensitive when allusion is made to an existing connection between the Whigs and Union Democrats. He has reason to be. The success of the Union party in Mississippi has given the Whigs more offices and more patronage than they have enjoyed for many years. If the gentleman means well towards the Democratic party, he cannot but regret that, through the instrumentality of his party friends, the most influential and important places in the state have been given to the Whigs. It is due to the Whigs for me to say, they have selected men of high character, and such as will be likely to make their present official positions felt in future elections. I honor them for their sagacity.

My colleague introduces a silly story about my settling in the Democratic county of Copiah, and being soon after sent to the legislature, and about my meeting a former Whig friend, who inquired how it was that the Democrats of Copiah sent a Whig to the legislature; and some other twaddle of the same sort. The story, if it had any purpose, was intended to leave the impression that I had at one time been a Whig. I am sorry that my position in Mississippi has been so humble that it has failed to attract the attention of the gentleman. He is entirely ignorant of my personal history, else he never could have retailed second-hand, and much less have coined, such a story. Instead of my settling in Copiah, and being soon after sent to the legislature, I went there with my father when I was eight years old, and have resided there ever since, except when absent in the public service. At the early age of twenty-one, I was sent to the legislature as a Democrat, and at each succeeding election, from then until now, I have been a candidate. I have invariably run as a Democrat, and have never suffered defeat. There is not an old Democrat in my congressional district, and scarcely one in the state, that could not contradict the implied declaration of the gentleman, that I had been a Whig. If the story was meant for wit, it was flat; if intended for effect, it was simply ridiculous. My colleague need not concern himself about my position, nor his own. I have been in the party all the time. He has the right to return, and, like a truant boy who had been a day from school, take his place at the foot of the class. I hope he will do it without grumbling.

The gentleman speaks of the "so-called Democratic State-Rights Convention," to send delegates to the Baltimore Convention. As usual, he mistakes the facts. There was no call of a "Democratic State-Rights Convention" in Mississippi to send delegates to the Baltimore Convention. The call was for a "DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION." It was made as such calls have usually been made, through the central organ of the party—the Mississippian. The gentleman errs again in saying, "it was simply an editorial article." It was a call made in the usual way and through the usual channel, and upon consultation with the oldest, longest tried, and most substantial members of the party residing at and near the seat of government. The call embraced the whole party, without reference to past differences; and it was responded to by the party generally in Mississippi. Soon after the appearance of this call, several members of the "Compromise Convention," then at Jackson, issued a call for a "Union Democratic Convention;" thus marking, in distinct terms, their resolution not to unite with the great body of the party. It is worthy of remark in this connection, that the gentlemen calling this convention used the term "Union Democratic Convention." And it was the first time within my recollection that this term ever was used in Mississippi to designate an organized party. I had heard of "Union Whigs" and "Union Democrats," but it applied to individuals only. When the party, the organization, was spoken of, it was called the "Union party." That is my recollection.

I repeat, sir, the DEMOCRATIC convention in our state which appointed delegates to the Baltimore Convention, was called as a Democratic convention, and not as a "so-called Democratic State-Rights convention." But why should my colleague have such a horror of "State-Rights?" Is he not a State-Rights man? He may think that an oppressed state has no right but the right of submission, or revolution, and that if she judges for herself of "infractions of the compact," and of the "mode and measure of redress," the federal government may reduce her and hold her as conquered province. This may be his notion of state rights. But I recollect that in 1841 (and I appeal to the public newspapers in Mississippi for the correctness of my recollection) the gentleman ran on the "Democratic State-Rights ticket" for attorney-general in our state. He had no horror of state rights then. In that year the term "Democratic" meant the right of the people to rule, and "State Rights" meant the right of the state to reject the payment of an unjust demand for money. Our opponents said, I know, that Democratic State Rights meant repudiation. My colleague won his first laurels in this celebrated campaign. In 1851, ten years after, he hoisted the "Democratic State-Rights banner" again. Democratic meant, as in 1841, the right of the people to rule, and state rights meant the right of a state, in the language of the Kentucky resolutions, "to judge of infractions of the federal compact, and of the mode and measure of redress." But the gentleman refused to fight under this banner, and he now denounces it as emblematic of treason, civil war, bloodshed, strife, and all the horrors known to man. I hope he will not get out of temper if we tell him that some of us think differently, and that we mean to enjoy our opinions.

The gentleman says the Union Democratic Convention of Mississippi appointed "seven delegates to the Baltimore Convention." That "the Union men of the South hold the presidential election in the palms of their hands." They demand thus and so, and if the convention does not comply with these demands, "it had better never assemble." Wake snakes and come to judgment the times are big with the fate of nations. "The Union party of the South holds the presidency in its hands," even as the Almighty holds the universe. It stamps its foot, and the earth trembles. It speaks, and the sun stands still, as at the bidding of Joshua. Seriously, I hope "the seven men in buckram" from Mississippi do not contemplate upsetting the universe, even if the Baltimore Convention should refuse some of their demands.

I have treated these domestic squabbles at greater length than their importance may seem to justify. I have treated them fairly, I think, and I hope in good temper. I set out with a determination not to be provoked by the ungenerous assaults of my colleague, and I have kept that resolve steadily in view. I am now done.

The controversy between my colleagues and myself has not been of my seeking. Our constituents did not send us here to fight again the campaign battles of Mississippi. And if I had been left alone to pursue the inclinations of my own mind, I never should have introduced the subject of Mississippi politics on this floor. The subject is foreign to the business of legislation on which we have been sent, and ought never to have been introduced here. But when my colleagues combined, as I thought, to make up a record prejudicial to my party-friends, prejudicial "to the truth of history," and calculated to fix on the mind of the country and of after ages, a wrong impression as to the principles, objects, ends, and aims of my friends, I should have been false to those friends, false to the truth of history, false to the reader of these debates in after times, if I had not interposed.

They have made their showing—I have made mine; and I submit the issue to the impartial arbitrament of the country and of posterity, without one shadow of doubt that justice will be awarded to us all. I ask nothing more, and will be content with nothing less.

This discussion is not suited to my taste. It obstructs the legitimate business of legislation, and encumbers the Congressional record with matter that has no business there. Its present effect must be, if it has any effect, to weaken the Democracy and give strength to the Whigs. For all these reasons, and for many others, I am most anxious to get clear of it. If the future depends on my action, there will be no recurrence to the subject, here or elsewhere.
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* General Foote, in speaking of Mr. Clay's compromise resolutions, said: "I shall always be unable to see in his resolutions, any of the features of a genuine compromise." The allusion is to this expression.

SOURCE: M. W. Cluskey, Editor, Speeches, Messages, and Other Writings of the Hon. Albert G. Brown, A Senator in Congress from the State of Mississippi, pp. 272-89