Little Giant-he looks conscious of being looked at; and he is pointed out by a hundred hands, as he makes pretentious strides of about eighteen inches each toward his chair. Two or three of his admirers in the gallery are disposed to applaud, but you hear merely the rattle of a single boot heel. He shakes hands with Clingman of North Carolina, and chuckles with him over something that seems to be highly relished on both sides. The Little Giant wears his black hair long, but it is getting thin, and is not the great tangled mass we saw on his neck a few years ago. And, O Little Giant! it grows gray rapidly. Now he proceeds to twist himself down in his chair as far as possible, and places his feet in his desk; and thus his admirers in the gallery look upon the prodigious little man, squirming flat on his back. He don't feel very elastic this morning, that is evident. His mouth is closed up as if he was trying to bite a pin in two. He is not 'all brain," as Senator

Brown says. He requires a large vest-and large as he is about the chest, his waist is becoming still more extensive. But he has an immense head-in height, and breadth and depth-in indications of solidity and force, you cannot find its equal in Washington. There is power under that massive brow, and resolution in that grim mouth; no doubt at all of that. After he has fairly stretched himself and rolled over in his chair, like the trained lion in his cage, he becomes fidgety, and clasps and unclasps his stumpy hands, drums with his white fingers on the arms of his chair, rubs his nose, places his hands affectionately on Clingman's knee, and seems at a loss for occupation.

And now an individual appears on the other side of the House, who at first sight seems to be rather a comical person. He has the most singular head in all the assortment before you. It rises above the ears like a dome, and looks not unlike a straw stack in shape and color. His nose a high, sharp beak-strikes out below the strawy hair that thatches the dome. Can you imagine a jay-bird with a sparrow-hawk's bill-the high tuft of feathers towering above the eyes-the keen hook below? There is a quaintness in that high head and high, sharp nose. You are anxious about the forehead. You are sure that must be a man of talent, and he must have a forehead. But to save you, you cannot tell which is hair and which is forehead. All is of the same parchment hue. You seem once in a while to catch a glimpse of a lofty mountain range of ideality, etc., according to the maps of the phrenologists. And then you are not sure but it is hair. This tall and peaked and pallid head is perched upon a body that is active and restless. It moves about with school-boy elasticity. It walks with a slashing swagger. It strikes off with a rollicking gait from one point to another, and is in and out of the chamber by turns. There is an oddity in the dress in harmony with the general queerness of the thing. The pantaloons have a dingy oaken appearance. You would not be surprised to see breeches of that color in Oregon, but in the Senate-chamber they are without a parallel. And did you, ever see so much tail to a frock-coat in your life? Hardly. There is certainly a grotesque amount of coat tail. Now after making the round of the Republican side of the chamber about twice in ten minutes he offers from the chair (next the main aisle and most remote from the Vice

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President's) a petition, in a hoarse croaking voice; and when the VicePresident recognizes The Senator from New York," there is a stir in the galleries and a general stare at the gentleman with the top-knot and beak and voice. He sits down, takes a pinch of snuff, and presently you hear a vociferous sneezing, and the high-headed, straw-thatched gentleman is engaged upon his beak with a yellow silk handkerchief. And you remember that Seward takes snuff, and has ruined his voice by the nasty habit. In the Republican corner of the Senate-chamber is a familiar face and form-you recognize the portly person and massive intellectual developments, the thin frizzly hair and oval brow of Salmon P. Chase. Next him is Gov. Dennison. Seward comes up

to them and seems to be guilty of some good thing, for they laugh violently but quietly, and Seward rubs his oaken breeches with his hands and then gives his nose a tremendous tweak with the yellow handkerchief. He is wonderfully affable. He acts as though he would kiss a strange baby. Ah, he is a candidate for the Presidency.

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The crowd has filled the galleries of the Senate-chamber, expecting to hear Jeff. Davis's speech; and there are expectations that Douglas will reply. The hands of the Senate clock approach the points indicating the hour of one, and the people are weary of the monotonous reading of bills and petitions by title, and the presentations of the miscellany of deliberative bodies in audible tones. Ah! here he comes. The crowd in the galleries give a buzz of relief, and every body tells his right hand man—‘ here he comes-that's Jeff. Davis." And can it be possible that he proposes to make a speech? You are surprised to see him walking. Why, that is the face of a corpse, the form of a skeleton, Look at the haggard, sunken, weary eye-the thin white wrinkled lips clasped close upon the teeth in anguish. That is the mouth of a brave but impatient sufferer. See the ghastly white, hollow, bitterly puckered cheek, the high, sharp, cheek bone, the pale brow full of fine wrinkles, the grizzly hair, prematurely gray; and see the thin, bloodless, bony, nervous hands! He deposits his documents upon his desk, and sinks into his chair as if incapable of rising. In a few minutes the Vice-President gives his desk a blow with his ivory hammer, calls for profound order, and states "that the Senator from Mississippi" has the floor. Davis rises with a smile. His speech was closely reasoned, and his words were well chosen. Once in a while he pleased his hearers by a happy period; but it was painfully evident that

he was ill.

THE BALTIMORE NATIONAL CONSTITUTIONAL UNION

CONVENTION.

LIST OF DELEGATES.

[From the Secretary's Roll.]

MISSISSIPPI.

Hon. Wm. L. Sharkey, Hon. J. W. C. Watson, Col. J. M. Patridge, E. F. McGehee, Hick Bell, R. H. Rivers, T. B. Mosely, J. K. Yerger, Joseph Regan, W. H. Vasser, A. S. Mitchell.

MASSACHUSETTS.

Delegates-Hon. Jos. Grinnell, Col. James W. Leva, Hon. Marshall P. Wilder, Hon. S. L. Crocker, Leverett Salstonstall, Hon. Geo S. Hillard, Benj. L. Allen, Col. Winthrop Faulkner, Jonathan Johnson, Wm. B. May, Hon. Luther V. Bell, Hon. Abel S. Lewis, Henry White.

Alternates-Franklin Weston, N. F. Safford, J. L. Baker, Hon. D. Warren.

CONNECTICUT.

Delegates at Large-Hon. Jno. A. Rockwell, Hon. Austin Baldwin.

Alternates-E. M. Shelton, F. H. Whit

more.

Districts-Hezekiah Huntingdon, Hon. Ezra Clarke, jr., H. C. Miles, C. R. Alsopp, C. A. Lewis, Henry Burr, C. H. Leeds, D. W. Pierce, S. H. White, Wait M. Hawley, Walter H. Bacon, Lyman W. Cole, F. F Loomis, Hon. J. Dunham, R. E. Hitchcock, B. A. Hawley.

MAINE.

S. R. Hanson, Jos. R. Brozier, Phineas Barnes, Samuel Taylor, Geo. E. B. Jackson, Sam'l P. Shaw, Geo. C. Getchell, Daniel L. Choate.

NEW JERSEY.

Senatorial Delegates-Hon. Jos. F. Randolph, Hon. Jas. Bishop.

Alternates-Dr. Chas. G. McChesney, Elisha Day.

Delegates-Jesse E. Peyton, Col. J. W. Allen, Hon. Peter J. Clark, Samuel G. A. Van Lain, James A. Williamson.

Alternates-Geo. M. Robertson, Jacob Herbert, Hon. Abraham V. Schenck, A. W. Coulter, Peter S. Duryea.

VERMONT.

At Large-John Wheeler.
Alternates R. McKinley Ormsby, E. J.
Phelps, A. Stebbins.

Congressional Districts-J. M. Knox, M.
Cottrill, Daniel Tilden.

Alternates-Ab. Brown, Andrew Tracey.
Jewitt.

State at Large-Hon. John M. Morehead, Hon. Richard S. Donnell, Hon. Nathaniel Bayden.

Districts-David A. Barnes, D. D. Ferėbie, E. W. Jones, Richard H. Smith, Jos. B. Cherry, W. H. Clark, John H. Haughton, W. Foy, Walter Dunn, Thomas Sparrow, E. C. Yellowby, Daniel L. Russell, E. J. Hale, Giles Leitch, A. N. Waddell, John G: Blue, R. McNair, Hon. R. B. Gilliam, Wm. H. Harrison, Hon. E. G. Reade, John Manning, John M. Cloud, R. W. Wharton, Hon. J. M. Leach, T. C. Ham, Thos. S. Ashe, Rufus Barringer, S. H. Walkup, Todd R. Caldwell, Wm. M. Shipp, A. S. Merrimon.

FIRST DAY.

BALTIMORE, May 9th.

The hotels were filled up last night by the delegates and outsiders in attendance upon this Convention. There were crowds of good looking gentlemen, talking of the prospect of redeeming the country. The candidates under consideration are Botts of Virginia, Houston of Texas, Bell of Tennessee, Crittenden of Kentucky, Everett of Massachusetts, and McLean of Ohio. The chances seem to be in favor of John Bell. There is a disposition to use Mr. Everett as candidate for the Vice

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Presidency. The delegates seem to be in high spirits, and to be confident of their ability to make at least a powerful diversion. The general foolishness of the two great parties has given the third party unusual animation.

The "American" element appears at once upon entering the hall, which is an old church, with galleries on three sides. The galleries are festooned with tri-colored drapery. There is a full-length painting of Washington, surmounted by an American Eagle, and two great flags of our country, behind the President's chair. The south wall, above and below the galleries, is covered with an assortment of star-spangled banners. The general appearance is patriotic as the Times office, on Washington's birth-day-as described on one occasion, four days in advance.

As the delegates pressed in, the galleries were on the look-out for lions, and applauded in the old style of the "spreads," whenever a distinguished" gentleman could be made out. Crittenden had quite

an ovation.

When the hour arrived for calling the Convention to order, Mr. Crittenden advanced upon the platform and took the chair. There was a vociferous outburst of applause. Some one called for "Three cheers for John J. Crittenden.' They were given as only the "spreads" can "" "Three more give them. were called for and given; and then three more," wild and shrill, hats and handkerchiefs waving, and great delight appearing in every countenance. Crittenden bowed until he was tired, and then took his seat. When the noise subsided, we had a prayer, a very fair pious political speech. It was written out and read from manuscript. The difficulty with it was as to whom it was addressed-to the Lord or the Convention. It was very eloquent and well delivered.

Mr. Crittenden, as chairman of the National Constitutional Union Convention, called the Convention to order. A speech was expected from him, but he only said:

"It has been made my duty, gentlemen, as chairman of the Executive committee of the Constitutional party, to perform the honored task of calling this Convention to order, and I will discharge the duty with as much brevity as I can. I hesitated, and was a little diffident about the propriety of my occupying your attention for a single moment on thus calling to order this Convention. You are, in yourselves, the great body that represents the party of the whole country. I will, therefore, only perform the duty without an unnecessary word.

"I would recommend, in the first place, the appointment of a temporary chairman; and I nominate, in accordance with an arrangement which I understood had to some degree been made before, Washington Hunt, former Governor of the State of New York, as your temporary chairman." [Applause.]

Mr. Hunt was unanimously elected temporary chairman. Mr. Hunt made a very fair speech, embodying many good sentiments, and glittering with the usual generalities about peace, concord, fraternity, love, good will, no North, no South, etc. He referred to the disruption of the Democratic party, wrecked on the mysteries of territorial sovereignty.