invited to seats beside the chairman. The chairman first addressed the meeting, then Archer, Wharton, Judge Bledsoe, Austin, and a Mr. Ellis, were successively called upon, and each addressed the meeting in turn. None of the speeches were remarkable for information or eloquence. They all ran in the same circle, the wrongs of the Texians, and their noble resistance of tyranny, etc., and earnest and labored appeals to the feelings and sympathies of the people of the United States. The resolutions were carried by loud and enthusiastic acclamation, and when the noes were demanded not a no was heard, but a person in the crowd sang out yes, which caused the remark that the vote was unanimous and one over.
The gentlemen from Texas are, or pretend to be, highly delighted with the result of this meeting. It certainly is proof of a pretty deep feeling of good will to the cause in the minds of those who attended the meeting; and it may be that the feeling pervades the mass of the community. But it would have been better if the wealth and respectability of the city had given it their countenance. No plan is yet submitted by the Commissioners for raising stock on their lands. Triplett and Carniel are still in conference with them occasionally, and desirous to effect an arrangement by which they may get some of their lands.
Thursday, January 7, 1836
Fine weather. Called to see Mrs. Barton, who went with me to visit Mrs. Chew. Saw there Miss Connolly, Miss Davidson and Mr. Hancock. Called afterwards to see Mrs. Ker; saw also Dr. Ker. Invited by Pearce, their son-in-law (at whose house they live) to take a family dinner with them tomorrow.
Met in the street J. H. Caldwell, who invited me to dine with him on Sunday.
Took tea, by invitation, with Augustin Slaughter. He called at my lodgings to conduct me to his house. His wife is a pleasant looking woman. They have no children, lost the only two they ever had. His attentions are kind, cordial and unaffected. I feel at home with him. He is in reduced circumstances. Has just come to New Orleans, and opened an office as cotton broker. Mr. Labuzan is living in Mobile, a commission merchant.
Last night a horrid murder was committed at the Planter's Hotel, a house on the next street to this, by a man named Washington Whitaker, on an unoffending young Irishman, named Owen Murphy. Murphy was barkeeper; Whitaker became drunk, commenced a row, and finally stabbed Murphy with a bowie knife. His brother, Warren Whitaker, and a Mr. Hale, were in the house when the murder was committed, but not present at the murder. They assisted him to escape, and all three took refuge here, at the City Hotel, where they