Editorial Miscellany [pp. 122-128]

EDITORIAL MISCELLANY.
refined, and are accustomed to a de gree of show and luxury which can be
found nowhere else in the West. In
beauty and fashion the softer sex ad mit no rivalry. Noible residences, with
extensive and romantic grounds exist
in every direction around the city, and
some might be willing to linger long
among them. The city itself is as hot
in the summer season as the equator,
and a large portion of it, along the
banks of the Cumberland, is very low,
and subject to inundation, and must ne cessarily be sickly. It was scourg ed fearfully, it will be remembered, by
cholera, some years ago. The choice
is between limestone and river water,
both of which are bad.
We took a view of Nashville from the
t)p of the dome of the new State-House,
which is at an elevation of four hun dred feet above the bed of the river,
and will in our next have something to
say in regard to this magnificent structure and to the general character of the
city, its inhabitants, its public structures, and industry; for at present our
space is exhausted, and we can only
add that Nashville is the residence of
the Hon. John Bell, Union candidate
for the Presidency in the coming
struggle, and that we had the pleasure
of frequent interviews with him during
our visit. In manners, conversation,
and bearing as a gentleman, and in
abilities and experience, he is as well
qualified for the Presidency as any man
in the republic, and we cannot but regret that such men in political life are
growing fewer and fewer. We may at
least say this after having declared in
another place that the record of Mr.
Bell upon subjects of vill interest
to the South, is not such as should
recommend him very strongly for its
support.
Our stay at Charleston during and
after the Convention was protracted
for several weeks, and afforded opportunity of reviving many of the aesociations and friendships of earlier days.
It was gratifying to meet at the Convention so many native-born sons of
Carolina, who had made their mark in
other States, and had come together
again, as it were, in family re-union.
All over the country the press has been
constantly occupied in giving an account of what was seen and enjoyed in
the ancient city by the Cooper and the
Ashley. The New-Orleans Picayune
has an interesting letter, detailing in cidents of local history, from which we
extract a paragraph:
"At the head of Legare street, on Tradd
street, the oldest in the city,f Charleston,
stands a very antiquated Is,le- iuilt house,
with two large bow windr,rs distingui-hed
as the residence of Miss Roupell. who was a
great beauty ard belle during the Revolution,
and it is said claimed to have been courted
by Gen. Washington, and who died an old
maid. Next to this building, on Tradd
street, is a large three story double house
with old-fashion dormer-windows, celebrated
for having been occupied by Gen. Marion
during the Revolution. It was in this house,
while at a dinner party, that it is said an
attempt was made to surprise Matrion, when
hle jumped from the window and broke his
leg. Further below, on the left hand side
toward the battery, stands a very antiquated,
large, double house, English style, built of
black cypress, and still in perfect condition.
In front a venerable magnolia tree, Time's
watchful sentinel of a long past hundred
years, still guards its entrance. This was
once the headquarters of the renowned Sir
Henry Clinton, afterward Lord Rawdon.
An anecdote is told of Molly Thompson, an
Amazonian beauty, whose only brother hiad
been taken prisoner at the capture of Charleston, and was then confined in the dungeon
keep. Molly determined at once to call on
Sir HIenry and ask for his liberation. On
reaching the house, the sentry refused to
let her pass, when she pushed him aside. and
received in return a bayonet wound in the
thigh. She gained the house, however, and
in much confusion and disorder appeared be
fore Sir Henry, who seeing the blood oozing
through her clothes from the wound, demanded an explanation. Drawing herself up
at full height, while the British general
quailed beneath her deep blue flashing eyes,
she said,'Does Sir Henry teach his brutal
soldiers to bayonet a woman?' She then explained her mission, and an order for the release of her brother was given her at once.'
Reference was made in our last to
the daring attempt of certain parties to
represent the States of Maryland,
Virginia, and Texas, in the recent
Black-Republican Conviention at Chicago. A Western exchange exposes the
fraud so far as Texas is concerned:
"The delegation pretending to represent
Texas was got up at Grand Haven, in this
State. The names of the delegates, as they
appeared in the published list, were,' Dunbar Henderson, James Scott, J. Strauss, G.
Fitch, delegates at large; E. J. Garrison,
William Seagrist, M. T. E. Chandler, A. J.
Yoakum, district delegates' -not one of
whom was ever within a thousand miles of
Texas. Dunbar Henderson is none otherthan
Don C. Henderson, the editor of a Black-Republican paper at Allegan, in this State;
James Scott is James P Scott, the BlackRepublican County Clerk of Ottawa county;
J. Strauss is the keeper of a small beer saloon
in the village of Grand Haven; M. T. E.
Chandler is a resident of Canada East, and is
not now and never was a citizen of the
United States; but at the time the movement
was started he was on a visit to some friends
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