The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1855-12-22


houn's disquietude.
Does your hand pain you p he asked.
TO this Mr.. Calhoun replied in d rather
hurried manner" P'shaw! 1t is nothing i
Only dream which had last night, and
which makes me see perpetually large black
| spot-like an ink hlotch-upon the back of
my right hand. An optical illusion, sup
pose.
Of course these words excited the curos-
| ity of the company, but no one ventured toI
beg the details of this singular dream, until
Mr.. Toombs asked quietly:
"What was your dream like? I'm not
very superstiious about dreams, but some
times they have good deal Of truth in
them
But this is such a peculiarly absurd
dream said Mr.. Calhoun, again brushing
the back of his hand "however, if it does
not intrude too much on the time of our
friends, will relate it TO you
OF course the company were profuse in
! their expressions Of anxiety to know all about
'he dream. In his singuldrIy sweet voice
Mr.. Calhoun related it:
/ ''At late hour last night, as | was sit
ting in my room engaged in writing I was
! astOnlShcd by the entrance of a visitor, who
ientered, and without word took seat op-
posite me at my table. This surprised me.
as had given particular orders 10 the SER
want that should on no account be disturb
ed The manner in which the intruder en-
tered, so perfectly self possessed, taking his
seat opposite me, without a word, as tho
my room and all within it belonged to him.
excited within me as much surprise as in
! dignation AS raised my head to look in
to his features, over the top Of my shaded
; lamp, discovered that he was wrapped in
a thin cloak, which effectualy concealed his
face and features from my view. And as
raised my head he spoke:
"What are you writing senator from South
Carolina
l did not think of his impertinence at.
first, but answered him involuntarily:
I" | am writing plan for the dissolution
of the American Union (you know, gentle
. men, that am to produce plan Of dissolu-
ton in the event of certain contingencies.
To this the intruder replied in the coolest
manner possible:
. Senator from South Carolina, will you
allow me to look at your hand-yopr right
hand %
S He rose, the cloak fell, and | beheld the
/ face Gentlemen, the sight of that face struck
me like thunder-clap. 1t was the face Of
F, a dead man, whom extraordinary events had
called back to life. The features were those
of Gen. George Washington yes, gentle
=, men, the intruder was none other than Geo.
Washington. He was dressed in the revo-
: lulonary costume, such as you see preserved
+, in the Patent Office.
e. Here Mr.. Calhoun paused, apparently
t much agitated. His agitation, need not
Il tell yOu, was shared by the company. Mr.
5 Toonbs at length broke the embarrassing
e pause. Well, we'll, what was the issue
= of that scene ?" Mr.. Calhoun resumed:
: "Ths intruder, as have said, rose anc
If asked to look at my right hand. AS thongl
e had not the power to refuse, extended It
;, The truth is, l felt a strange thrill peryad(
j. me- at his touch: he grasped it and held i
near the light, thus affording me time to ex
t anime every feature Of his face. 1t was th'
d face of Washington. Gentlemen, shudder
= Lol I knhald die Lnrrih W dead olive look o