The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1877-12-27

| piled that he didn't care anything about
| the removal of his disabilities, but ne
would feel obliged to them if they could
suggest some plan by which his liabilities
might be removed.
WAR EPISODE.
1 remember one little incident Illus
trating the eonvivial disposition OF the
great lawyer, and how ne could unoend
IRON the dignity which sat so naturally
upon him, and play the boy again, al
though at the time he was approaching
his three score and ten. 1t was In June,
1862, when he was serving temporarily
on the staff of Gen. Elzey-Jsckson's
corps was making its famous march from
the Valley of Virginia on its way 70
strike McClellsn's rear in front OF Rich
mond, movement which took
Little Mac" wholly by surprise. The
division stopped to rest for the night
near "Anderson's Turnout" just above
Hanover Junction, and the staff rode on
to hunt around in the neighborhood Tor
quarters at q farm house. Col. Terrlll
rened up at the mansion of an old gen.
tiemsn of vast estate but who lived alone,
except the large number OF negroes VINO
inhabited his plantation. The wife was
dead and the old gentleman had no
children TO brighten his home and In
herit his fortune But he was q gentle
man of the olden school and gave royal
welcome TO the venerable and dignlhed
looking officer who had called to crave
his hospitality for the night. A mag
nlficent supper, too tempting for
soldier was spread, and cooked in style
as only the old Virginia negroes could
cook it. After supper the cloth was
removed and Lone Jack" tobacco and
real Powhstan pipes set out. The cellar,
too, was invaded and bottles OF Madeira
brought out, and the cobwebbs being
brushed of were opened and the
sparkling contents pledged to the health |
OF host and guest. As their blood grew
warm with the wine, their hearts grew |
young, and to the minds of each with |
Joyous freshness came the gay scenes and
happy pastimes of youth. Tom, the old |
plantation fiddler, was called in. After
being furnished with couple glasses OF
the cob-webbed MADEIRA, the frosty
headed dsrkey announced that he too
felt forty years younger, and was willing |
"to declare aiore God dat he believed dat |
WAS de same wine dat the ole boss OF all,
Mars Williams father, had put IN dat |
dur cellar when he was chile" and |
wiping his mouth with the back OF his |
nand began to tune up his violin, which,
too, seemed to grow younger under the
modifying Influences of the occasion. In |
a few moments Tom had succeeded IN |
satisfactorily establishing the telephone
between the bow and his foot, and by the
time he had fairly launched into
that ocean OF music, which flows
from violin, "Money-Musk," the
two old gentlemen were on the floor, and !
the dance went on. Here was picture |
that Hogarth could not paint, and q |
dance that the author Of "Tam OShsn-
ter" could not describe. On one side of
the grand old hall, built IN real English |
style, wss the massive Colonel, with body |
erect, head slightly thrown back and
with all the elasticity of youth, giving to
perfection the double-shutfie, while on
the other side OF the room rs his us U,S
WAS the venerable host rlvaling in agility
the solitaire figure danced by his guest.
Then they "cross over" and each chang
ing position in the room and again facing,
simultaneously they cut the pigeon
wing" SO the night was spent, and as
the Colonel rode away in the morning IN
company with his younger comrades, and
turned at the top OF the hill to take II
parting look at the hcspitsble mansion,
the proprietor with his white locks gleam-
ing in the morning sun, was seen stand
ing at the gateway and waving his hand,
while at that distance could be distinctly
heard the oft repeated farewell, gentle
men, farewell