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ELI ON THE F. F. C's.

This morning a well-known Boston man sat down
by Senator Robertson, an old and proud resident of
South Carolina, on the balcony of the United States
Hotel and commenced ingratiating himself into the
Southerner's feelings.

“I tell you, sir, South Carolina is a great State, sir,”
remarked Senator Robertson enthusiastically.

“Yes,” said the stranger from Boston, “she is. I
knew a good many people down there myself, and
splendid people they were too; as brave and high-toned
as the Huguenots.”

“You did, sir?” exclaimed the Senator.

Oh, yes, sir. I knew some of the greatest men your
State ever saw, sir. Knew 'em intimately, sir,” continued

the Boston man, confidentially drawing his chair
closer and lighting his cigar.

“Who did you know down there, sir, in the old
Palmetto State?” asked the Southerner.

“Well, sir, I knew General Sherman, and General
Kilpatrick, and—”

“Great guns!” interrupted the South Carolinian, and
he kept on talking in the same strain for two hours.