of principle has won him an
enviable position in his party, and no one possesses the entire
confidence of the country to a greater degree than he. He was
particularly prominent in the last Congress for the bluntness and
severity with which he handled the Southern Senators, and the little
hesitation with which he exposed their delinquencies in the strongest
light. His harangues were full of impulsive, strong, and fearless
invective, and he never stopped to consider the delicacy of chivalrous
sensitiveness, when treason and conspiracy were to be exposed. Probably
no man was more feared by the other side of the Chamber, for he could
neither be cowed by threats nor restrained within the limits of
punctilious courtesy. He dealt with them in the plainest language, and
combined with powerful effect argument, sarcasm, and eloquent
denunciation. Strong sense is a leading feature of his character, and a
practical wisdom which renders him eminently capable in the discharge of
details. In private life, he is genial and always good-natured, ready
for a joke at all times, and enjoys his leisure hours with a zest which
is quickened by previous earnest toil. Although as bitter and
unconciliatory as any of his colleagues in his treatment of the Southern
statesmen on the floor of the Senate, he always manifested the utmost
good temper toward them in social intercourse, and was frequently seen,
after a sharp and irritating episode in debate, laughing and talking
with Green or Benjamin in the most cheerful manner imaginable.

We hope to present more sketches of Northern Senators in a future
number.

THE LAST DITCH.

Where in the Southron's Fatherland
Is that last ditch--his final stand?
Is't where the James goes rolling by
Used-up plantations worn and dry,
Where planters lash and negroes breed,
And folks on oyster memories feed?
Oh! no, oh! no, oh! no, no, no!
To find it you must further go.

Where in the Southron's Fatherland
Is that 'last ditch,' his final stand?
Is't where the Mississippi runs
His mighty course for many suns,
To where New-Orleans fills the flat?
[Ben Butler's taken charge of _that_]
'Tis ours--to the Gulf of Mexico,
So that can't be the ditch, you know.

Where in the Southron's Fatherland
_Is_ that last ditch--his final stand?
Is it about Fort Donelson,
Where Floyd 'skedaddled,' _minus_ gun,
Packed up his traps and stole away
By night--as he had done by d