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              [newspaper clipping]
  In the chapter on the Byrds [unclear word] Westover,
[unclear words] old Virginian lamented, we are pre-
sented with a picture of dignified, refined, cul-
tivated life of a type as gracious as the London
or Paris of the age could show.  Marshall
House, the Home of John Marshall, United
States Envoy to Revolutionary France and
Chief Justice of the United States Supreme
Court, has not had time to lay on as much
mould as would satisfy a fastidious European.
It has not reached its hundredth year.
�Nothing could make Chief Justice Marshall
fashionable.�  His cravat was awry, his coat
threadbare, his shoe laces trailed in the dust,
and he wore his hat tilted backwards.  He
carried his potatoes home from market.  There
is a story of
  A young man who had lately removed to Richmond
who accosted a rusty stranger standing at the entrance
to the market house as �old man,� and asked if he
�would not like to make ninepence by carrying a
turkey home for him?�  The rusty stranger took the
gobbler without a word, and walked behind the young
householder to the latter�s gate.
  �Catch,� said the youth, chucking 9d. at his hireling.
The coin was deftly caught and pocketed, and as the
old man turned away, a well-known citizen in passing
raised his hat so deferentially that the turkey buyer
was surprised into asking �Who is that shabby old
fellow:�
  �The Chief Justice of the United States.�
  Next follows a short description of the �fair
idyll� of Marshall�s wedded life, and his
characterisation as �the tenderest, most
chivalric of lovers.�               
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