Mr. Calhoun

Mr. Calhoun uves in his mind nnd puts n sort of bathing-dress valué on his body. There is a temporary-looking tuck-away of his beard and hair, as if they would presently be betfer combed in another place - mouih and eyes keep clear only for a brief life-swim in the ocean of politics. He is tal!, hollowchested, and emaciated, and both face and figure are concave, vith the student's bctid forward. He smiles easily when spoken to - indeed with rather a simplo facility - though, in longer conversation, lie gives his eye to the speaker, barely in recognition of an idea - wsth a most "ver3um sap" withdrawal from talkaliveness. When speaking in the Senate he is a ery slartling looking man. His skin ies sallow and loóse on ihe bold fíame )f his face - hisstiífgrey hair spreads ofT 'rom rather a low forehead with the semcircular radialion of the smoke from a vheel of fireworks just come to a stand itill - the profuse masses of white beard n his throat catch the eye like the smoul!er of a fire.under his chin - and his eyes, iright as coala, have with jumps, as ifhe hought n electric leaps from one idea to nqjher. Hedresses carolesslr, walks thelh street absent-minde Jly, and is treated with g the most marked personal respect and inId voluntary doierence, by his brother sens, ntorsand diplomatists of Washington. - ís He is a great man - probably nn ombitious g one - but in the Senate, a few days since, ir he indignantly denied the charge of "mai- king tracks" for the Presidency. That e high horse ls been so promiscuously" y ridden of late, that he would doubtless e look twice at the slirrups before taking