<h3>THE ELOQUENT HAND.</h3>
<p>The colonel of the famous Massachusetts Sixth, which fought its way
through Baltimore, risen in riot, B. F. Watson, led fifty men to
cleave their way through "the Plug-uglies," vile toughs. On reporting
at the capital he found Commanding General Scott receiving the mayor
of Baltimore, hastening to sue for the sacred soil not being again
trodden on by the ruthless foot of the Yankees. President Lincoln
happened in and, recognizing Colonel Watson, who was only second in
command then, complimented him on his "saving the capital," and
introduced him to the company. Presuming that his quality would awe
a young and amateur soldier, the unlucky mayor had the audacity to
require his confirmation of his story. He said that he had dared the
mob, and, to shield the soldiers, marched at their head, etc. But the
officer, still warm from his baptism of fire, truly replied that
he could not give a certificate of character. He related how the
riff-raff had assailed the volunteers, wonderfully forbearing about
not using their guns, and that the police and other officials had
sworn that they should not pass alive, while the head and front, as he
called himself, marched only a few yards--quitting on the pretext that
it was too hot for him!</p>
<p>"Many times," said Colonel Watson, "have I recalled the mayor's look
of intense disgust, the astonishing dignity of the commanding general,
and the expression, half-sad, half-quizzical, on the face of the
President at the evident infelicity of his introduction. If I did not
leave that distinguished presence with my reputation for integrity
unimpaired, the pressure of Abraham Lincoln's honest hand, as we
parted, deceived me."
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