We, its custodians, could brook no such deflection, not to say defiance, from intermeddling office seekers, especially from broken-down Democratic office seekers.
The inner sanctuary of our proceedings was a common drawing-room between two bedchambers, occupied by Schurz and myself.

Here we repaired after supper to smoke the pipe of fraternity and reform, and to save the country.

What might be done to kill off "D.

Davis," as we irreverently called the eminent and learned jurist, the friend of Lincoln and the only aspirant having a "bar'l"?
That was the question.

We addressed ourselves to the task with earnest purpose, but characteristically.