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formed, but among the best informed members of the Richmond bar-his mind and body were a bundle of contrasts. His ugliness was so attractive and so strongly marked, that the boys used to amuse themselves in drawing likenesses of his short thick figure, crooked legs and satyr-like features on the walls of the court room. But his talents, wit and humor compensated for the externals, in which nature had been so niggardly.

On one occasion in court, when Mr. Wickham and Mr. Hay were adverse counsel, the former got the latter into a dilemma. On which Mr. Warden whispered to Mr. Wirt, "Habet fenum in cornu,”* who extemporized the following epigram :

"Wickham one day in open court
Was tossing Hay about for sport:
Jock rich in Wit and Latin too,

Cried "Habet fenum in cornu."

Mr. Warden retained with his broad Scotch dialect his allegiance to the mother country, and looked rather contemptuously on Republicanism in its infancy, and on its rebel representatives. During a session of the Legislature, he was reported to have uttered contemptuous expressions

* "He has hay on his horns."

The Romans tied hay on the

horns of mischievous cattle, both as a caution and as a protection to those who approached them. Hence the term was applied to "a dangerous fellow."

concerning that body. The Sergeant-at-arms arrested and brought him to the bar of the House. The Speaker charged him with the offence and required him to retract it on his knees, or he should be sent to prison. The sarcastic Scot assumed the prescribed humble position, and thus apologized: "Mr. Speaker, I confess I did say that your honors were not fit to carry guts to a bear-I now retract that assertion, and acknowledge that you are fit." Then slowly rising, he brushed the dust from his knees-muttered "I dommed dirty hoose," made his bow and retired, amid the mirth and mortification of the members and the bystanders.

The residence of the celebrated and eccentric Alexander Campbell was the same that Mr. Warden afterwards occupied. His name appears in the constellation of lawyers that shone in the early days of the Commonwealth. He was a materialist in faith, or rather in the lack of faith, and in the singular will which he made, in 1795, he says, "I hope no tombstone will be raised over me, because it will merely hinder something from growing on the spot. If all men had tombstones erected over their graves, the earth, in a few centuries, would be one entire pavement." Judge Wayne of the Supreme Court of the U. S., married a daughter of Mr. Campbell.

Descending Fifth street from Mr. Warden's

we first pass the house surmounted by a cupola a questionable ornament to a dwelling), once occupied by John Barrett, the father of the gentleman who now lives near the same spot. We now pass the square formerly occupied by the Singleton family, now by Mr. Hobson and other gentlemen, and then we descend to the square of William Hay, on which a tall colonnade is now seen, and many other buildings are erected. Opposite to this is the handsome residence, built and long occupied by Joseph Marx, an enterprising merchant, of the strictest probity, a public-spirited, useful and hospitable member of society, who contributed liberally to the prosperity of the city.

Here terminated the residences in old times, except that of William Munford, who filled the office of Clerk of the House of Delegates for many years, and left a worthy successor to the station in his eldest son. The metrical translation of Homer, by Mr. Munford, published after his death, is pronounced, by eminent Greek scholars, to be one of the most faithful extant.

CHAPTER VIII.

OLD RESIDENCES AND THEIR OCCUPANTS.

(CONTINUED.)

The house, corner of Main and Third streets, now occupied by John Robertson, Esq., (late Judge,) was, more than fifty years ago, the residence of his father, William Robertson, Clerk of the Council, who there reared a large family. T. Bolling Robertson, Governor of Louisiana, was one of his sons, and others were not undistinguished. They are descendants of Pocahontas, as the names of several members indicate. That Princess must have possessed a greater share of beauty than her portraits exhibit, if we may judge by that of her female descendants, who are distinguished for it.

The spacious square on Franklin street between Second and Third, retained its full dimensions during about fifty years' occupancy by its quiet and unaspiring proprietor, Anthony Robinson, except that, in the latter years of his life, he apportioned a part of it to one of his sons, on which to erect a residence. His own yet stands.

In a plain and not spacious wooden building at the north-east corner of Franklin and Third streets, I recognize the residence for several years

of Thomas Ritchie, the founder and indefatigable editor of the Enquirer. In the office attached to the house was concocted during the small hours before daylight many a furious paragraph against the Whigs or Federalists, as they were then called. A more commodious tenement on Grace, between Fifth and Sixth (Mr. Wythe's square), was in later years the dwelling of Mr. Ritchie till he removed to the head-quarters of politicians at Washington, where he died July 3, 1854.

An antique dwelling, half brick, half wood, with the square on which it stood, on the south side of Main, between Second and Third streets, was the residence, many years ago, of Major Andrew Dunscombe, probably a soldier of the Revolution, a gentleman of the olden time.

In 1787 he was appointed by the Executive of Virginia, Commissioner for settling the accounts between this Commonwealth and the United States, which arose during the war of the Revolution, &c. This occupied him several years, after which, I think, he was Master in Chancery of Judge Wythe's court.

He erected Goodall's Tavern (The Indian Queen), now the Central Hotel. The small brick office that he long occupied was taken down to make room for an addition to the Hotel. Major D. married Miss Philadelphia Pope, a sister of Nathaniel Pope, of Hanover. The respected name

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