Anecdote of Judge Marshall.
--The Petersburg Register, in an article about suppressing the vice of gambling by legislation, introduces the following anecdote:‘ Richmond, has always been a terrible place for gambling. Years ago, it and Augusta, in Georgia, were noted the country through as the headquarters of the sporting fraternity. In this connection an anecdote is told of the late Chief Justice Marshall. While on his way to hold the Federal Court at Augusta, he was overtaken in the sandy country of South Carolina by a sallow- looking chap, riding a flea-bitten, sand hill tacky. With the curiosity characteristic of his class the wished to know all about the "stranger"--what mout be his name, and what mout be the place he come from, and what mout be the place he was going to. The "Old Chief" good-naturally "played off" his catechize for a while, but at last permitted him to ascertain that he was from Richmond, in Virginia, and was going to Augusta, in Georgia, "Well," said sallow-face, "you say you are from Richmond, in Virginny?" "Yes," said the Judge--"And you say. " replied the sallow face, "that you are a gwine to Gusty, Georgy? I'll be darn'd if you aint got a deck in your pocket"
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