The Nevada journal., 1858-06-18
A WONDERFUL STORY.

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ed several years ago, from the pen of an
unknown author:
The other morning at the breakfast
table. our lend. Tie Hon. John G. Cal
honn, apl.eaed very ;nnch !roubled and
ont Of spirits Y.u know he is alto
grthrr n We erahlc man, Will! n hard.
stern. Scofcl, Irish face, snfte,cd in it,
expression around the mouth hv soit
of sad smile. which wins the hearts Of
all who converse with him. His hair Is
snow-white He is tall, thir. and
angular. lie reminds you very muchof
Old Hickory That he is honest, no
ore doubts; he has sacrificed to his ia
taIism his highest hopes of political ad
va, cement-has ofe cd up onthe shrine
of that necessity which he worshpS. al
hat can excite ambition. even the Pres
ideucv of the United States
But to my story. The other morning
at the breakfast table where |. an un-
obsel we'd spectator, happened to be pres
en,. Calhoun WAS observed to gaze ft-
quently at his right hand, and brush il
| with his left in hurried and nervous
manner. He did this So often tha: it
excited atieuiinn. At length, one of
the persons composing the Breakfast
| pailv--his name, | think, is Toombs,
and he is Il member Of Congress from
Georgia--tpok upon himself 10 ask the
OCCASION IF Mr. Calhoun's disquictudc
Docs your hand pain You :" he ask
ed # Mr.. G.
To this Mr.. Calhoun replied, in rath-
er hurricd manner
"pshaw 1t is nothing Only a
dream had last night, and which makes
me see peirethally large black spot,
like ain ink blotch, upon the Lack of my
light hand. An optical illusion, sup
pose
Of course these words excited the
,rinsty Of the company, bm no one
ventured to beg the details Of this sin
gular dl cam, until Toumbs asked. qui-
city
What was your dream like7 I'm
moi very supersiitious about dl cams, but
sometimes they have great deal Of
truth in them"
"Bui this was such peculiarly all
surd dleam," sal Mr. Calhoun, agail
brushing the back of his right hand !;
''hnwcver, if it does not intrude too
much on the time Of our fiiemds, | viii.
relate it to you"
Of conlse, the company were profuse
il their profession If anxiety to know
all about The dream. In his singular,
swe. voice, Mr.. Calhoun related the
dream.
"At a late hour last night as I was
sitting in my room, engaged in writing.
| WAS asipnished 10y the entrance If a
visitor. whn entered without word. and
took scat opposite me at The table -
| This surprised me, rs ! had given par
ticular orders to The servant that |
should on Irn account he distui bed
rhe manner il, which the intruder ell
ie. ed. So perfectly self-p"ssessed, taking
his seat opposite me without a word, as
though my room aud all within it belong
ed him, excited in me as much su; phi, e
as indignaii"i. AS raised my lead to
look into His features. over the top of
my shaded lamp, di> covered that he
was wrapped in ii him cloak, which eff.
fcctuallv concealed his face and features
+. ON my view. AS l raised my head he
poke
What arc you writing. Senator from
South Carolina p
81 did not think of his impertinerce
at first, but answered him voluutaril v
ii am writing phfn for the dissnlu-
ton of the American Onion - (ynu
know, gentlemen. that am expected
tn produce plan of dissolution, i'll the
event Of certain contingencies
To this the ia:ruler replied, in the
coolest manner possible
";ieuator from South Carolina, vii
YOU allow me To look at your hand
your right hand r.
He rose. the cloak fell, and heheld
his face. Gentlemen. the sight If thai
face struck me like thlmder-clap. Ii
was the face f dead man, whom ex-
tranrdinarv events had called lack to
lite. The features were these Of Gencr-
al George Washington yes. gentle
men, the Intruder was none other than
George Washington. He was dressed
IN the Revolutionary costume, such as
y"u see in the Patent Office"
Here Mr.. Calhoun paused. apparently
agitatcd. His agitation. need not tell
you, was shared by the company