My mother is a justice of the peace, my aunt keeps a livery stable, and my grandmother commanded a company in the Revolution and fit the British, gol darn their souls!" Dade pushed his glass aside.
"Sir," said he, "I am a man of high aspirations and peregrinations and can have nothing to do with such low-down scopangers as yourself.

Good morning, sir!" It may be presumed that both spoke in jest, because they became inseparable companions and the best of friends.
McConnell had a tragic ending.

In James K.Polk's diary I find two entries under the dates, respectively, of September 8 and September 10, 1846.

The first of these reads as follows: "Hon.

Felix G.McConnell, a representative in Congress from Alabama called.