The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The characteristics of the other lawgiver to whom I have alluded, were
less complicated. His was a face as black as night. His beard,
whiskers, hair and eyes were coal black--the latter small and piercing.
No other feature was worth noticing, and the whole taken together,
formed, if not an _ugly_ countenance, one which came very nearly up to
that epithet. His dress was a pepper-and-salt frock, vest and trowsers,
and his hat had evidently passed its prime. In manners he was the
opposite of Mr. C. There was a bluntness in his remarks, and a
sharpness and brevity in his replies, entirely unaffected, but not
altogether pleasing. On a partial acquaintance, you had such doubts of
him as you would entertain of a partly tamed _bruin_.
The young naval officer was like all _young_ naval officers, with a
dash of spirit which he seemed solicitous to display--a stiffness of
deportment which evinced that the thoughts of discipline could not
easily be shaken off, and an apparent consciousness of the admiration
to which his profession and his _dress_ entitled him from people of
every degree. Nevertheless, he was agreeable, and condescended, most
benevolently, to mingle in the conversation with those around him.
Passing the time between these companions, and an occasional peep into
the ladies' cabin to see that nothing was wanting to the comfort of my
wife, (who was deterred by the chilliness of the atmosphere, from
joining me on deck) the journey was uncommonly agreeable, until we
reached Philadelphia. At that city my treasury friend left us, not so
much regretted as he deserved to be, because his place was supplied by
the new companions to whom I have alluded.
We were shortly transferred to another steamboat, in which, after about
two hours' delay, we proceeded to New Castle. A change of considerable
extent had taken place in our company. We had lost many faces to which
we had been familiar during the morning--and we had gained many others
which wore the first gloss of newness. I have already said that I had
not been formally introduced to the gentlemen whose acquaintance had
been pressed upon me--yet we had learned each other's names, and used
them with freedom. Probably I was the only _incognito_ among them--the
only man whose profession was unknown, and therefore the only one
liable to doubt or misconception. But of such a chance I did not then
dream.
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