Morning journal and courier., 1886-04-03
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time There is a great difference in the bearing or man when he is loaded with speech: His entire manner is different from tue orolnary. Some men, ordinarily stiff, seem to unlock all their fastenings, while lNoose-Jolnted men get stiff. Butterworth, of onlo, IS one of those who limbers up to 8 speech. For few moments before he be- sins ne seems to be engaged in unlacing him self and llmbering his joints as an athlete Wno IS about to make wonderful leap He | crouches low in his desk and waits his chance. His face brightens up. the part gets
 out of his hair, and one lock falls down on ms tofehead. He stretches out his arms and legs, works his shoulders to see that every lolnt IS free, and when he gets up to speak he IS like willow. His body responds to every expression, and he hurls himself at his au- dlenee, and there is expression in every
 motion.
 Last session there was man in the House who used to walk back and forth around the senlclrcle back of the members seats run nlng hls hands through his hair for fifteen or twenty minutes before making a speech Some members walk two or three times past the Speakers desk before they try to catch his eye. Some stand up in their places clear their threats several times pull up their sleeves, button their cuffs, feel their tie, open and shut their desks two or three times, and then walk down the aisle little way and say, "Mr. Speaker'' Some sit and rub their hands. Others do nothing in par ticular, but you can tell they are going to speak by the nervous glances they throw up at the Speaker. Some will make eyes at the Speaker for half an hour before trying to catch his. You can tell when some men are going to speak because they look frightened Others you know are going to talk-because they always do when they get chance. = They Saw Washington.
 [Newburyport Letter in the Boston Transcript
 io 1odx iT,f oit y6n hoo her ninety ninth year. Her faculties are bright. She is a lovely woman-Miss Phoebe Hanod. She was three years old when Washington visited this city and rememb bers him distinctly. It was an event which would impress itself upon the memory of 8 bright child, for he received with the discharge of cannon and bands of music A band sung standing before him:
 He comes! he comes! the hero comes!
 Sound, sound your trumpets, beat, beat your From post to post let cannons roar etc.
 The lines in this verse which call for the beating of drums and roaring of cannon were instantly obeyed after the pronuncia- tion of each word. There feu de joie fired as he entered the house prepared for him (now our public library) and rockets and fireworks in the evening. Noise and 1ejoi- eing enough to make a child of three remem- Der the event.
 Another little incident may be interesting in this connection:
 Mrs. Bradley, wife of the distinguished William c. Bradley of Vermont, and daugh- ter of the Hon. Mark Richards, told very shortly before her death that she had clear recollection of Washington. He called upon her mother, then living in Boston, when she was little child. She sat listening to him with veneration and delight. When he rose to go, and making his adieu, she slipped, un- seem, behind him and laid Ter little hand upon his coat sleeve. She said she was inn pelled by feeling of admiration to do this.
 She told me that he was stately in his manner and dignifed and polite in his ad dress.
 We recall another old lady, Mrs. Morris wife of General Lewis Morris, who was, I think, a nephew of the Morris of Revolu- tionary fame. She told me that she visited Mrs. Washington at Mount Vernon when the place was in it's early beauty. She spoke of Mrs. Washington's good management in the affairs of the household. She had person al supervision of the place. Miss Curtis, then young lady, came into the room and asked if she might buy thread lace bertha for the ball which was to take place soon.
 ''No, my dear," said Mrs. Washington; 'FI cannot indulge you in such extravaganza; you must deny yourself this bertha" That was sufficient. Her word was law and the young lady said no more.