it to that degree—­in town meetings and on other public occasions—­that, in the end, there was not a man in the whole county who could talk longer and say less.  His fellow-citizens observing this congressional qualification, and not knowing what else he was fit for, have just elected him to Congress, partly because of this accomplishment, and, partly, on account of his patriotic dislike of “furriners,” a sentiment which happens now to be popular.  Both his friends and enemies agree that he is destined to make a figure there; and Mr. Thomas Armstrong—­in compensation, perhaps, for a youthful trick—­has promised the Member of Congress a new hat and full suit of black broadcloth, to enable him to appear in proper style on Pennsylvania Avenue.

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