Scott, whom she heartily
disliked.

[Illustration: Henry Clay--Painted at Ashland by Dodge for the Hon.
Andrew Ewing of Tennessee--The Original Hangs in Mr. Watterson's Library
at "Mansfield"]

A braver, more intellectual woman never lived. She must have been
a beauty in her youth; was still very comely at fifty; but a born
insurrecto and a terror with her pen. God made and equipped her for
a filibuster. She possessed infinite knowledge of Spanish-American
affairs, looked like a Spanish woman, and wrote and spoke the Spanish
language fluently. Her obsession was the bringing of Central America
into the Federal Union. But she was not without literary aspirations
and had some literary friends. Among these was Mrs. Southworth, the
novelist, who had a lovely home in Georgetown, and, whatever may be said
of her works and articles, was a lovely woman. She used to take me to
visit this lady. With Major Heiss she divided my newspaper education,
her part of it being the writing part. Whatever I may have attained
in that line I largely owe to her. She took great pains with me and
mothered me in the absence of my own mother, who had long been her very
dear friend. To get rid of her, or rather her pen, Mr. Buchanan gave
General Casneau, when the Douglas schism was breaking out, a Central
American mission, and she and he were lost by shipwreck on their way to
this post, somewhere in Caribbean waters.

My immediate yokemate on the States was John Savage, "Jack," as he was
commonly called; a brilliant Irishman, who with Devin Reilley and John
Mitchel and Thomas Francis Meagher, his intimates, and Joseph Brennan,
his brother-in-law, made a pretty good Irishman of me. They were '48
men, with literary gifts of one sort and another, who certainly helped
me along with my writing, but, as matters fell out, did not go far
enough to influence my character, for they were a wild lot, full
of taking enthusiasm and juvenile decrepitude of judgment, ripe for
adventures and ready for any enterprise that promised fun and fighting.

Between John Savage and Mrs. Casneau I had the constant spur of
commendation and assistance as well as affection. I passed all my spare
time in the Library of Congress and knew its arrangements at least as
well as Mr. Meehan, the librarian, and Robert Kearon, the assistant,
much to the surprise of Mr. Spofford, who in 1861 succeeded Mr. Meehan
as librarian.

Not long after my return to Washington Col. John W. Forney