Weekly Trinity journal., 1861-02-02
So CnIhoun,- Dream"--An Appropriate story
for the Presest Time.

r" Calhouu's Dream" was published in this
paper little more than year ago. But 1t is so
appropos at the present time that we cannot re-
sist the temptation to again place 1t in print.
Would to God that every secessionist In the
country could see the black spot" upon his
hand The relation was originally given by
Washington letter-wrter. We copy it now from
the Marysville National DemocrGt.l
The other morning. at the breakfast table, our
friend the Hon. John G. Calhoun, seemed very
much troubled, and out of spirits Gon know he
il altogether u venerable man, with hard, stern,
Scoth- Irish face softenod in its expression around
the mouth by sort of sad smile which wins the
hearts Of all who converse with him. His hair Is
snow white. He is tall, thin and angular. lie
reminds YOU very much OF Old Hickory. That
he is honest no one doubts he has sacrificed to
his fatalism his brightest hopes of political ad-
vancement-has offered up to the shrine ef that
necessity, which he worships, all that can excite
ambition-cven the Presidency of the United
States.
But to my story. The other morning at the
breakfast table, where |, an unohServed spech-
tor, happened to be present, Calhoun was Oh
served to gaze frequently at his right band, and
rub IL with his left in hurried ana nervous
manner. He did this so often that IL excited AZ
tention. At last one of the persons composing
the breakfast party--his name think, is Ioomos'
and he is a member of Congress from Georgia.
took upon himself to ask the occasion OF MT
Calhoun's disquietudc.
Does your hand pain you" he asked.
To this Mr. Calhoun replied in rather Hurried
manner" Pshaw 1t is nothing. Only dream
which had last night, and which makes me see
perpctually lnrge black spot-like an Ink
blotch-upon the back OF my right hand An
optical Illusion, suppose"
or course these words excited the curiosity OF
the company. but no one ventured to b'g inc
details of this singular dreaui' until Toomds
asked quietly
"What was your dream like? I'm not very
supcrsious about dreams but sometimes they
have good deal of truth in them
"But this was such peculiarly absurd dream"
said Mr. Calhoun, brushing his right hand
however, If it does not too much intrude upon
the time of our friends, will relate 1t to you.
or course, the company were protuse IN their
expressions of anxiety to know all about tho
dream In his singular sweet voice Mr. Calhoun
related IT,
AT late hour In the evening. as was sit
ting in my room writing, was asonshed by tho
entrance of Il visitor, who entered ANA without
word took u seat opposite me at my table. THIS
surprised me, as had given particular orders to
my servant that should on no account be dis
turbed. The manner in which the intruder
entered so perfectly self possessed taking his seat
opposite Inc without word us II my room and
all within il belonged to him, excited IN me a.
much surprise as Indignation. AS raised my
head to look in to his features, over the top OF
nv shaded lamp, discovered that he was wrap
ped in a thin cloak, which eliectualy concealed
his face and features from my view. And rs l
raised my head, he spoke"
What are you writing, Senator from South
Carolina p
al did not think Of his impcrtinenee at iirst
but answered him Voluntarily
81 am writing a plan for the dissolution OF the
American Union (y0u know, gentlemen, That
am expected to produce plan OF dissolution IN
the event of certain contingences)
"To this the intruder replied, in the coolest
manner possible"
Senator from South Carolina, will you let
me look at your hand-yOur right hand !"
lie arose. his cloak fell. and ! beheld his
face. Gentlemen, the sight OF that lace struck
me like u thunder clap. IL was the face OF
dead man, whom extraordinary events had called
back TO life The features were those OF General
Washington i, yes gentlemen, the Intruder was
no other than George Washington. lie was
dressed in the Revolutionary costume, such as
you see at the Patent Once"
Here Mr., Calhoun paused apparently much
agtated His agitation, | need not tell you,
was shared by tho company. Toombs at last
broke the embarrassing pause. We'll, well,
what was the issue OF this scene ~
This intruder, as | have said, rose and asked to
look at my right hand. AS though had not the
power to refuse | extended 1t. The truth IL
felt a strange thrill prevade me at his touch ho
erasped IL and held ii near the light, thus afford
ing me full time TO examine every feature of his
face. Ii the face Of Washington. Gentle
men, | shuddered as | beheld the horribly dead
alive look of that vsage After holding my
hand for moment, he looked at me steadily and
said in a quiet way:
"And with this right hand, Senator from
South Carolina, you would sign yonr name to \
paper declaring the Union dissolved"
% answered in the Affirmative. Yes said J.,
IF a certain contingency arises. will sign my
name to the Declaration Of Dissolution But at
that moment black blotch appeared on the
back Of my hand, an inky blotch, which seem to
see even now What il that " said l. alarmed,
| knew not why, at the blotch on my hand.
"That, said be, dropping his hand : Is the
mark by which Benedict Arnold is known in tho
next world
lie said no more, gentlemen, but drew from
beneath his cloak an object which he laid upon
the tabe-lad it upon the very paper upon
which was writing. That object gentlemen,
was a skeleton.
.There,' said he, there are the bones OF Isaac
Hayne, who was hung 10 Charleston by the
British lie gave his life in order to establish
the Union. When you pnt your name on u
Declaration Of Dissolution, why you may as we'll
have the bones of Isaac lIayne before you he
was South Carolinian, aud so are you. Bat
there was no botch upon bis right hand
"With these words the intruder left the room.
| started back from the contract with the dead
mans bones, and-awoke. Overgrown by labor
| had fallen asleep and been dreaming. Was it
not singular dream!'
All the company answered in the Affirmative,
and Toombs muttered, "Singular, very singular"
at the same time looking at the back of the right
hand, while Mr. Calhoun placed his head between
his hands, and seemed buried in thought"
The TELEGRAPH AND THE PREsIDENcY.--It Is