The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1869-11-10
Correspondence Of the New York Sun.
spicy Interview Between anc fFe"s'
dents Father and nm. Editor.


Correspondence Of the New York Sun.
spicy Interview Between tho PreSi'
dents Father and an. Editor.
CIsc1SS.rr, October 80, 1869.
The corner Of Race and Fourth streets
az this city, was thrown into state OF pro-
fnund aeitation BY the startling appearance
of the Saternal author of the present Ad.
m;njdrafion armed with huge stick, and
clad in wars wrinkled front, moving on the
Cora.aerctQl Office. Nearly upsctting an
annle-stand. knocking over a newsboy, ana
diSrecarding the barking of Scotch ter
rjer. he pushed into the counting.rooui;
passed on in column to the editorlal
Office of the chief, Mr.. Halstead, and
halted only when before ana over sna'
thoughtful and philosophical snatcher-
nm o} unconsidered tribes called news.
With his hat damned back upon his vene-
rable head. and holding the huge stick over
the skull of the Commercial in the most
fearful manner, he demanded in shril
voice:
"What do you mean, Mr.. Halstead!
demand to know, sir, what you mean
Hulstead with look of innocent wonder
upon that expansive stretch called tne couh'
tenance): Mean about what, Mr. nIan'
Paternal G.: About your persistent anc
continuous attacks upon me and my son,
sir. What do you mean, sir! (Iwo SNAKES
az the stick to every word, and sixteen
extra at the end.)
said.
p. G.: That is no answer to my ques-
ton. sir. / want to know, and VIII Know
what you mean, sir!
Nurat: Well, sir, if there is any passage
that is 50 obscure that you cannot make IL
ont, / will be happy to assist YOU.
p g.: Well. sir, YOU said no later than
Yesterday that my meddlirg in those petty
offices is a great injury to General Grant.
Now, what do you mean by that! :.
Murat: / doubt whether can make It
any palmer, Mr.. Grant.
Pc: And YOU won't tell me what you
meanl How, sir-now how, l say
Murat The how is about as trouble
some as the mean don't know what
YOU are driving at, said, and say now,
meddlng in things he knows nothing about
is undignifed, irritating, and an injury to
the Administration. That's all.
PC: Know nothing about? And what
do YOU mean by that, sir: | suppose you
and that Dick Smith know all about it !; n
nice mess we'd have Of it if you and Dick
Smith had your way; pretty thing you
did when you recommended that S-h-a-w,
sir--S-h-a-w, sir ra... s.
Murat Well, about as well rs YOU sue
cecded when you recommended that Nc
CURE.
The p. G. hereupon suddenly collapsed.
He sat down abruptly on chair filled with
valuable exchanges, crushing them under
the Chief Magistrates patcrnal seat, and
clasping his cane tiercely between his venera-
bic legs, he said:
2. c.: want to tell you. Mr.. Halstead,
have changed my mind about that man. L
believe he Is 4 rascal
Murat: Very well then, sir, we will set
off Tom Shaw against Mcclure. But it
strikes me that both you and |, Mr.. Grant,
had better refrain from troubling the Ad-
lninistration with our recommendations.
=. g., But ! want it to succeed.
Murat Well, let it alone then.
=. g.. You let il alone, and don't you
attack it, ] know you-you and this Ga
zctc. Why, you never was loyal. You al
ways did oppose LysSeeS.
5iurrt Do | understand you to say, Dir.
Grant. that at any time since the nomina-
ton Of General Grant we opposed him?
PC Certainly you did. Why, neither
of Won ever had his name at the head OF
your paper.
MuYat lin wrath and disgust): That only
proves your utter ignorance and incapacity.
No name ever appears at the head OF our
columns but that Of the proprietors Of the
uapcr. | am free to say to you that ! never
thought YOUR son the man TO make PreSl.
dent of; but l never meddled with the
nomination. and after he was nominated we
gave him hearty support.
G.. =. Oh, yes, you l know what you
was after. YOU wanted that Rosycrantz and
pretty out you'd made. Why. he was
failure at Iuka-a failure 1t Chickamauga.
lie was n failure at West Point. | knew
him when he was hoy, and l know'd he
bc a failure.
Murat You have the advantage of me
there. did not know him as boy.
z. G.: No. you didn't know much nj any
time, and you must not speak disrespecttul
Of my gray hairs Suddenly looking at Hal,
stead, and then continuing: Why, see l
amt rs gray rs you this minute.
Murat: never spoke diSrespectfullv of
YOUR hairs. whatever they are and think
il little unkind you should in this manner
refer TO mine.
P.G. with contempt: don't care. But
YOU don't like my pitching into that Rosy
crantz. 1t amt your gray hairs; and can
tell YOU that it's downright disgrace for
the people Of Ohio to send that Teller Gar
field TO Congress while the General is in the
cheer He's another RosycrantZ Teller
but I've fixed his flint for him, and I'll fix
yours.
Murat Very we'll. Now. Mr.. Grant, if
you'll please take another chair and let me
;:et at my exchanges I'll be much obliged.
p. g.: Well, I've given you piece of my
mind, and if you go on I'll give you an
other. That's all.
And so ended the famous scene. MIR. Hal
stead was SO singularly affected by that
stick shaking that he has had cold in his
head ever since.
1t is matter of profound regret to the
undersigned that the venerable Jessie did
not hit Murat whack with that stick. 1t
would have been SO jolly. Only think Of
the father of the Administration coming
down on an editor with Z stick. Then the
man III Halstead would have risen up, and
throwing his arms about the paternal au-
thor of the Administration, and by deX-
ferrous back triple would have Frustrated
The venerable father on his venerable back,
and holding him there, he would have call
ed in his minious to carry out the author Of
Lysses, and deposit him carefully in some
sort Of a vehicle bound for Coyinston, Ky.
But, alas we were deprived of this great
enjoyment. y. L.
West-Country Folklore.