When Mr. Ely, in Richmond, (exchanged for Mr. Faulkner) called at the office for his passport, a hearty laugh occurred over the brown paper on which it was printed, and which had been contracted, for by the superintendent of public printing.
He asked if it was Southern manufacture.
The passport officer replied in the affirmative, and suggested that he should exhibit it, the specimen, in the North, and say that although crude in its origin, we would refine upon it, and never cease striving for independence until we could make
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as good paper as the Yankees.
The Yankee M. C. said he had no doubt we would arrive at the dignity of white paper.--Richmond Dispatch.
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