When he came home in the evening, Mrs.Seaton, at whose house he was staying, remarked that he looked worried and fatigued, and asked if anything had happened.

Mr.Webster replied, "You would think that something had happened if you knew what I have done.

I have killed seventeen Roman proconsuls." It was a terrible slaughter for poor Harrison, for the proconsuls were probably very dear to his heart.

His youth had been passed in the time when the pseudo classicism of the French Republic and Empire was rampant, and now that, in his old age, he had been raised to the presidency, his head was probably full of the republics of antiquity, and of Cincinnatus called from the plough, to take the helm of state.
M.de Bacourt, the French minister at this period, a rather shallow and illiberal man who disliked Mr.Webster, gives, in his recently published correspondence, the following amusing account of the presentation of the diplomatic corps to President Harrison,--a little bit of contemporary gossip which carries us back to those days better than anything else could possibly do.

The diplomatic corps assembled at the house of Mr.Fox, the British minister, who was to read a speech in behalf of the whole body, and thence proceeded to the White House where "the new Secretary of State, Mr.Webster, who is much embarrassed by his new functions, came to make his arrangements with Mr.Fox.
This done, we were ranged along the wall in order of seniority, and after too long a delay for a country where the chief magistrate has no right to keep people waiting, the old General came in, followed by all the members of his Cabinet, who walked in single file, and so kept behind him.