the people in Burr’s favor, and denouncing the prosecution and the President.  Subsequently, however, he denounced Burr, and pretended that he had deceived him.  Humphrey Marshall, Pope, Grundy, and Whitesides united with Clay in condemning the entire scheme.  There was a crazy Irishman, an adventurer, named Blannerhasset, residing on the Ohio, who at once entered into his views, embarked all his fortune in the enterprise, and, with Burr, was ruined.  He was tried for treason, and acquitted.  Soon after, he left the country, and remained away for many years, returning to find himself a stranger, and almost forgotten.”

Some months subsequent to this conversation, Colonel Burr came up from New York to visit his brother-in-law, Judge Reeve, and an opportunity was thus afforded me to see and converse with him; but no allusion was made to the past of his own life, save an account of some suffering he underwent in the Canadian campaign, with General Montgomery.  He had contracted, he said, a rheumatism in his ankle, during the winter he was in Canada, and that he had occasional attacks now, never having entirely recovered.  He was not disposed to talk, and still he seemed pleased at the attentions received from the young gentlemen who visited him occasionally during his short stay.  I do not remember ever having seen him on the street, or in the company of any one, except some of the young men who were reading with Judge Reeve.  Some years after this, I met Colonel Burr in the city of New York, and spent an evening with him.  At this time he alluded to his trip down the Mississippi, and made inquiry after several persons whom he had known.  There were then living three men who, as his aides, had accompanied him upon his expedition.  I knew the fact, and expected he would allude to them, but he did not.  He seemed to desire to know more of those who had been active in procuring his arrest.

It was Cowles Mead (who was acting Governor of the Territory of Mississippi at the time) who arrested Burr at Bruensburgh, a small hamlet on the banks of the Mississippi, immediately below the mouth of the Bayou Pierre.  “Mead,” he said, “was a great admirer of Jefferson, because, I suppose, when he had been unseated by the contestant of his election, (a Mr. Spaulding,) Jefferson, to appease his wounded feelings, had appointed him secretary to the Mississippi Territory.  He was a vain man of very small mind, and full of the importance of his official station.”  I remarked that he was a brother-in-law of mine.  “I was not aware of that, but I am sure you are too well acquainted with the truth of the statement to be offended at my stating it.”  I remarked:  “Colonel, I am thoroughly acquainted with General Mead, and equally as well acquainted with all the circumstances connected with your acquaintance with him.  The adventure of Bruensburgh has been, through life, a favorite theme with the General, and I doubt if there is living a man who ever knew the General a month, who has not heard the story repeated a dozen times.”  He dryly remarked:  “I should have supposed the episode to that affair would have restrained him from its narration;” and the conversation ceased.