American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-03-11
Correspondence of the American Republican,
WAsnINGroN, Saturday night,
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March s, 1915

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.fQu;cisort of letter Yankee HWand Dempster-
Phmbe's Daguerrean GalLe1y-BenneH Of the
.Ns,c York Herad-S George Randolph, etc.
Editor Clpper:-Amd the scenes of turmoil
and boisterouS clamor for Office that beset us on
every hand, amid the engrossing topics of tile
policy and ministerial changes of the new adj
mnistration, it is very difficult to sit down to
quiet conversational dlsqulstlon upon the more
trivial, but perhaps not less interesting events
of the day. Yet it is very pleasant to rest
space from the harrassments of the political are
ma, and to commence with the young, and the
beautiful, and the good, upon the current Incl
dents Of social life, It's pleasures and It's recrea-
tons.
Well, Mr. Bachelor, tell US, what you have
TO say, asks little round-checked lady with
soft blue eve What think you of Mr.. Hills
anecdotes of the Yankees, and Mr.. Dempster's
delightful songs? Hill, we think, miss, is the
most amusing Proteus of the times. His stories
of the Yankee in the Mississippi, of the York
State theatricals-of the three characters in
Richard Ill; and of Mrs. Jones and Seth
Slope, were irresstibly funny. The songs of
Dempster, on the other hand, were complete
contrast melting so tenderly and dehclously
upon the ear. 1t was all entertainment, alto
gether, as Willis would say, that could not
have failed the acceptance OF "the upper ten
thousand:' and, without acknowledging any
upper ten thousand" which is all fudge in
land of Equal Rights, we confess to the plea
sure of the good company in which we find
ourselves at this somewhat novel entertainment
of genius and art.
But Mr.. Bachelor, you promised to take me
10 Mr. Plumbe's Daguerrean Gallery, you know
YOU did. To BE- sure we did, and dropping in
there to-day we discovered likeness Of slim
faced elderly gentleman reading newspaper,
aud we could not fail to recognize it, as Ben
nett Of the New York Herald, and close by this
picture hung another the very image of his
wife; and farther along were number of the
Tyler family, including the lucky old chap
himself, and oh! such lot Of member of Con-
gress parsons, doctors, literateurs, and pretty
girls all hung along the walls promiscuousy
your obedient servant, being suspended between
two old men, and beneath two families of chill
dren. What an interesting situation to ba
chelor seriously cogitating upon matrmony;
and who feels from the inspiration of such
thoughts, loftier pride in himself, and more
enduring and conhdng attachment to the fair
grand-dauGhtcrs of our poor dear old mother
Eve, of blessed memory! What an interesting
situation, thus to be surrounded by old age and
childhood. with the fosts of Winter and the
flowers offspring!
But, speaking of Bennett, of the New York
Herald, there are some most excellent good
points about that man. Let us mention an ex-
ample. Yesterday we saw him at CoIeman's,
in conversation with one of his reporters
THAT is right is it not" he asked of his as
sistant "Yes, SIR" "Well, there is n trifle
extra-tor you have been pretty faithful though
you might have done better-there is draft
for - dollars for you for a ride into the coun-
try; and let us hear from you occasionally."-
This is not singular case with Bennett-he
is, like some Others of the corps editorial not
necessary here to identify, frequently guilty of
such tricks.
We see paragraph going the rounds of the
newspapers, respecting printer in Kentucky,
named st. George Randolph nephew of
Randolph of Roanoke, and lucky nephew at
last, in falling heir to large amount of his
late uncle's property. st. Georges case is a
striking example of the ups and downs of
printers career A few years since, while the
writer of this communication was engaged in
Georgetown, KY, in the printing of literary
magazine for the young ladies of the excellent
seminary there, under the superintendent of
a relative of Col r. nj. Johnson, on bitter
cold stormy day, short, sharp featured, dark
skinned man, in a greasy fustian frock coat,
lnsey pantaloons, coarse shoes, an old broad
brimmed white wool hat, coarse soiled shirt,
and minus stock or cravat, came into the office
aid desired employment of the proprietor-I
he said that he was entirely out of sorts; that
ne had been swindled out of horse, which
was the last Of his property; that he had been
walking fer several days through snow, in his |
thin garments, subsisting upon one meal day,
aud that the last morsel which he had eaten
,wenty-four hours before had cost him his silk