The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1867-08-05

CONVENTION PoRTRAITS-A RETROSPECT
TIVE GLANCE.-Silence feigns over the
Capitol Square. Here and there fond
couple, seated upon bench chatting in a
low and tender tone, few loungers,
stretched at full length, sleep with open
mouths through long and weary hours, the
sentinel of the Public Guard PAGES in
silence his tiresome beat The reporter,
climbing up the hill, pauses beneath the
shade for breath, his eye wanders to the
eastern portico-he boweth his head in
meditation.
The mind quickly reviews the events of
the last few days, and the exciting scenes
of the great convention seem to rise once
more upon his sight. Again that inky sea oi
faces is upturned, and the convention is in
session. The irrepressible DR.. Bayne arises
His face of charcoal blackness-his teeth
of ivory whiteness. A long black coat
reaches to his knees, q white-bosom shirt
and enormous standing collar, around
which check necktie yards in length is
wound and wound again-these are the
striking features of DR.. Bayne. His stee-
ple hat is removed, his right arm is lifted,
his head bends forward, and quick from
his lips spring the words Mr.. Chairman y
The Doctor is an original character, not
withstanding bad grammar, quick temper
and imperative manner. He never failed
to carry his point, and he hesitated moi
even to beard the lion in his den-Hun
nicutt on the stump.
Then, there is the chairman, poor Johr
Hawxhurst (white), Of Alexandria. Ill
sits with wide brim straw hat on his head
the sound of his continually rapping NAL
| let drowned in the babbliDg of thousand
tongues, while he feebly cries, "Order
Order!" and lifts an appealing eye t
Brother Hunnicutt for assistance. Poo
Hawxhurst is tool-a tool Of sharper de
magogues.
But now another man jumps up, ant
throwing arms right and left, demands t.
be heard. His words flow rapidly in bite
denunciation of Mr.. Bolts, and spite tn
call of the president and a dozen rlVa
speakers, he has "his say" even thoug
! not man hears word of what he SPEAKS
This Young hot blood is Baker of Norfolk
Poor Baker his draughty spirit had fal
when the strong arms of several darkey
held him as in q straight-jacket, threaten
ing to put him from the stand. :,
This tall mulatto, whose words fall wit
electric effect upon his dusky audienc
and never fail to calm the mob, is Givel
of Brooklyn-a good speaker and well
behaved man. Beckley, John Oliver, an
Fields Cook, all respectable colored mel
deserve to be mentioned in the same cor
nection.
And who is the tall gray-haired ma
who stands, cane and hat in hand, upe
the topmost step? Grim hrmness Is WI
ten upon his countenance, and MS eJ
glances with satisfaction upon the crow
5 before him? When he speaks, you aimo
| start at his repulsive smile, and his tee
: are firmly set together as he hlsses ior'
denunciation and blasphemy, or, thrown
himself back, pours forth torrent OF eg
tistical words. The Rev. James W. Hu
nicutt. ex-minister Of the Gospel, Prin
I of Incendiaries, Master Of the Republic
b Convention. Around him reyolye two eve
g faithful atellites-Wardwel ever smilin
D always in a good humor, calm and Sc
r possessed; black-bearded Tucker, t
y very reverse of Wardwell in everythi
) but Radicalism. We look but moms
g upon his sinister countenance, and tt
9 to aspiring Buttz, ever ready to make
l. bid for fame.
Q Now advances g portly form bound
q homespun vest. The corpulent pess'