New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-06-17

IN approval. Crittenden. aeknowl-
| edged the compliment in a graceful
and happy manner, and Marshall rose
to reply. He was more than, usually
eloquent, and made splendid, speech.
At its, close he turned to the ladies and
said:
''No, bouquets for me: Ladies, l was
born at that early day in Kentucky
when the aesthetic had not supplanted
the utilitarian, when girls, instead of
cultivating the useless graces that at
tract the frivolous, practiced those
habits of usefulness that fitted them to
be wives of brave men and mothers of
sturdy children. In that primitive
day the maiden had no. bower where
Flora held her court, but. on she con-
trary, they planted and nourisaed am
pie. beds of mint and tansy. In the
early morn the patriarch. of the house.
hold took down his sstirrup' cup and
brewed a beverage whose basis was
odd Bourbon such as Bacchus never
offered to- Olympian deity, and all the
family, from eldest to. youngest, par
took OF it in copious draughts, and, Ia
dies, you never heard OF child dying
of worms in that day. Ii Fahnestock
had lived then he would have starved
to death"
Shouts of laughter greeted the con-
ceits, and the ladies precipitately fled.
One more anecdotes: There lived in
Kentucky, thirty or forty years ago, a
man named Pitcher. 1t would require
the pen of Fielding and the license
that permitted the portraiture of
Squire Weston to properly sketch his
character. He was a rude, uncult-
ured, sapient man, with great natural
abilities; a scorpion tongue, laden
with the poison of asps. He was as
dlssolute as John Wlks, and his tenn
per is tittingly described by O'Con-
nell's epithet, s'ram-cot.'' He was a
sort of political nalgetty, and, with
the vulgar herd, considerable force.
He had vanquished every opponent
who would consent to, meet him-even
Ben Hardin, whom John Randolph
said was ''kitchen-knife whetted on
a brickbat.' But in invectiye, his
most powerful weapon, he found his
master in Pitcher.
Such was the man who was pitted
against Marshall. They met at Louis
vile on Corn island, lively spot nea
the Kentucky shore in Ohio. Th>
crowd assembled just at nightfall, an.
was composed of the beauty, wealth
and worth of the city. 1t was in the
early days of Marshalls career, whe1
his budding genius gave promise o
the richest frultion. The crowd wa:
with Marshall, though Pitcher ha.
friends in the throng.
Marshall delivered the greatest
speech even he ever made. The audi.
ence was with him, and he reveled in
an ecstacy of eloquence. He seemed
inspired with more than mortal power,
and swayed strong men and beauti.
full women as the storm the ripenine
harvest. In closing, he pictured the
scene before him, and made it as vivid
to his hearers as to his own prodigy OF
imagination. La Belle Riviere, the
silvery moon and it's soft light and
balmy air laden with the delicate and
delicious perfume of a seasons frui.
ton, the vaulted skies; studded with
countless sparkling gems, all passed
in review and received the impress OF
his matchless fancy. His audience
hung breathless on his sentences. In
the midst of a burst of descriptive elo
quence he turned to where Pitcher sat
a few feet off. Pointing his expressive
finger and throwing into his classic anc
mobile features look of unutterable
horror, he exclaimed: "But, O God
there IS Pllcher!' It was the devil il
Eden. The audience broke all bounds
and cheered, laughed and wept. The
orator sat down and Pitcher, con
quered once, declined to speak. HI
said afterward that at the moment the
look came upon Marshall's features
and his voice uttered those words, he
felt himself to be the vilest of created
| beings.