Nevada County picayune., 1888-05-02
DREAM
Of John c. Calhoun.
W ANIlINGTON, D. (.
 Jan. l2. 1850.

AiE. EDITOR The other morning at the breakfast table. our friend. Hon. J. (. Calhoun. seemed very much troubled and out of spirits - ou know he i> altogether a vcnera- bic man. with a hard Scotch-Irish face. softened in it's expression around the mouth by a sort of sad smile that wins the hearts of aIl who converse with him. His hair is snow white. He is tall, thin, and angular He reminds you very much of old Hickory, That he is honest no one doubts. He la, sacrificed to his Fa- taIiSm the brightest hopes ofpolitical adyancclncnt--has offered on the shrine of that iron necessity which he worsIIips. all that excitcs ambi- tion-even the Presidency of the | nited States.
 Bnt to my story: The other morn ing at the breakfast table. where I. an unohserycd spectator, happened to be present. Calhoun was observed to gaze frequently al his right hand and brush il with his left, in ncr- vous and hurried manner. He did this so often that it excited atten- tion. Al length one of the persons composing the breakfast party-hs name think was Toombs, and he is member of Congress from Georgia took upon himself to ask the occa- sion of MT. Calhoun disquietude.
 "Docs your hand pain you:" he asked. To this Calhoun replied in rather a Hurried manner Pshaw It is nothing, Only dream which had last night, and which makes me see perpctually large black spot like an ink blotch-upon the back of my right hand, An optical doIus- ion. l suppose. v
 Of course these word, excited the curiosity of the company. but no one vcntured to beg the details to this singular dream until Toombs asked quietly. What was vour dream like :: l am not very Superstitious about dreams; but sometimes they have a good deal of truth in them.
 But this was such q peculiarly ly absurd dream" said Mir. Calhoun, again brushing the back of his right hand :; "howcvcr. if it doe. not too much intrude upon the time of our friends. l will relate il.
 Of course the company were pro fuse in their expressions of anxiety to know slI about the dream. >o in his singularlv sweet voice MT Cal houn related it.
 At late hour, last night, as l was sitting in my room writing, l was astonishcd hy the entrance of a visitor. who on entering, without a word, took a seat opposite me at my table. This surprised me. as l had given particular orders to the servant that should on no account be dis turhcd. The manner in which the intruder entered, so perfectly self possessed. taking his seat opposite me without a word. as though my room and all within It belonged to him. excited me as much to surprise as indignation. As raisedmy head t0 look into his features, over the top of my shadow lamp, discovered that he was wrapped in a thin cloak which cffectuaIlv concealed his face and features, and aS raised my head, he spoke:
 What are you writing, Senator from south Carolina, he asked.
 II did not think of the impertI- nence. at first. but answered him ln- voluntarily :-'I am writing plan for the dissolution of the American Union. (Iou know, gentlemen, that am expected to produce a plan oi Dissolution in the event of certain contingencies. ) To this the intruder replicd. in the coolest manner poSSl- hlc- He rose. the cloak fell. and l bchcld his face. Gentlemen the sioht of that face struck me like q thunder clap. IL was the face or dead man. whom extraordinary events have called back to life, The features were those of George Wash iuoton' Yes. gentlemen, the inlrn' der was none the less than George Washington. He was dressed m the Revolutionary costume, such as you ,l ;, thu Datpnt Office.
 Here Mir. Calhoun paused appa- ren,v much agitatcd His aglta'lo" need not tell you was shared "y the company. Toombs at length