NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JANUARY
19, 1861.
Entered according to Act of
Congress, in the Year 1861, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of
the District Court for the Southern District of New York.
HON. FRANCIS W. PICKENS, GOVERNOR OF SOUTH CAROLINA,
GOVERNOR PICKENS, OF SOUTH CAROLINA.
WE
publish herewith a portrait of Governor Pickens, the newly-elected Governor
of the State of South Carolina.
Governor Pickens comes of good revolutionary stock. His grandfather, General
Pickens, commanded the American forces at the Battle of the Cowpens.
His father, Colonel Pickens, held a military command in the war of
1812, though it is not known that he was ever engaged in active service. The
present Governor, Francis W. Pickens,
was born
in South
Carolina about fifty years
ago, and has been some twenty years in public life.
He took an active part in the nullification movement in 1832, and was one
of the most ardent champions of actual resistance by arms. In 1835 he was
sent to Congress, where he represented one of the South Carolina districts
for ten years. He was offered the mission to England by
President Polk, and
the mission to France by President Tyler: he declined these, but accepted
from President Buchanan the mission to Russia, which he filled until recently.
On his return home he was elected, as the world knows, first Governor of the
independent State of South Carolina.
The
Herald publishes the following anecdotes about the Governor:
"During the nullification times, the remark was made
that the occasion was one that
might excite fears and apprehension,
when Colonel Pickens is alleged to have replied as follows:
"'Fear! fear! Mr. President, I
was born insensible to fear!'
"His servant man, Tom, an old negro about sixty-five
years of age, stands in the relation
to him of a confidant and a friend more than that of a slave. When
Colonel Pickens received his appointment
to Russia he said to his faithful old servant:
"Now, Tom, I have been appointed as Minister to Russia. It is a very cold,
a very bad climate for you.
On my way there I'll have to
pass through the State of New York,
and also through England, where you'll be a free man, and if you have a desire
to leave me you will have an opportunity to do so. If you would rather go
to Russia, Tom, you can go; but
it appears to me you would enjoy yourself better if
you stay at home.
But you can do
as you please. 'Master Colonel Pickens,' said the faithful old fellow—Master
Colonel Pickens, your father and my old master died in my arms on the banks
of the Mississippi; I
took from his pocket thirteen
hundred dollars in money
and his gold watch, and
I let nobody know it, and I came on
foot through the woods and
brought it safely to
you in Carolina—you know,
master; and if you die in Russia, you shall die in my arms, like your father.'
" So Tom went to St. Petersburg, and he was
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