David C. Broderick

Jake, I done everything for you, and you ain't done nothing for me since I died.

I want a monument bigger than Dave Broderick's with an epitaph in gilt letters by Joaquin Miller.

i can't get into any kind of society till i have em you have no idea how exclusive they are where i am this dutiful son laid down his pencil and affected a stiffly vertical attitude he was all attention anything else to-day he asked rather sneeringly i grieved to state no i don't think of anything special drawled the ghost reflectively i'd like to have an iron fence around it to keep the cows off but i suppose that's included of course and a gravel walk and a lot of abalone shells and fresh posies daily a marble angel or two for company and anything else that will add to your comfort have you any other extremely reasonable request to make of me yes since you mention it i want you to contest my will horse hawes is having hisn contested my fine friend you did not make any will that ain't o no consequence you forged me a good un and contest that with pleasure sir but that will be extra now indulge me in one question you spoke of the society where you reside where do you reside the dutch clock pounded clamorously upon its brazen gong a countless multitude of hours the glowing coals fell like an avalanche through the grate spilling all over the cat who exalted her voice in a squawk like the death-wail of a stuck pig and dashed affrighted through the window a smell of scorching fur pervaded the place and under cover of it the aged spectre walked into the mirror vanishing like a dream End of chapter 5 Chapter 6 of The Friend's Delight by Ambrose Bierce This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Recording by April 6090 love's labor lost hoab was a beef who was tired of being courted for his clean smooth skin so he backed through a narrow gateway six or eight times which made his hair stand the wrong way he then went and rubbed his fat sides against a charred log this made him look untidy you never looked worse in your life than hoab did now said he i shall be loved for myself alone i will change my name and hie me to pastures new and all the affection that is then lavished upon me will be pure and disinterested so he strayed off into the woods and came out at old abner davis's ranch The two things Abner valued most were a windmill and a scratching post for hogs.

the infamous act occurred on september 13th 1859 sat in san francisco um So David Terry shot and mortally wounded sitting U.S.

Senator David C. Broderick, which is often called the last notable American duel.

Wow.

So what the deal was, so before they were allies before, but they became bitter enemies over the issue of slavery.

And then you have another U.S. senator who emerges in the late 50s, just about his polar opposite.

A young guy from the mean streets of New York City, an Irish Catholic, David Broderick.

And he is a free soiler and stands against everything William Gwynn is trying to promulgate in California.

And it becomes, you know, they go at it in the Senate, you know, just, and this is just as everything's heating up in the country.

And as everything's reaching this boiling point, a month before John Brown's raid on Harper's Ferry, the Southerners put the hit on David Broderick, and he ends up in a duel with a state Supreme Court justice.

And is killed by the state Supreme Court justice.

And, you know, this is happening in California, you know, as things are heating up everywhere.

At the top of the show, we asked, who was the only sitting U.S. senator to die following a duel? I had no idea, but the answer is fascinating.

An anti-slavery California Democrat by the name of David Broderick was challenged to a duel by California Chief Justice David Terry after insulting him during a bitter political feud.

The two met near San Francisco on September 13, 1859.

Broderick's pistol discharged prematurely and Terry shot him in the chest.

Jake, I done everything for you, and you ain't done nothing for me since I died.

I want a monument bigger than Dave Broderick's with an epitaph in gilt letters by Joaquin Miller.

i can't get into any kind of society till i have em you have no idea how exclusive they are where i am this dutiful son laid down his pencil and affected a stiffly vertical attitude he was all attention anything else to-day he asked rather sneeringly i grieved to state no i don't think of anything special drawled the ghost reflectively i'd like to have an iron fence around it to keep the cows off but i suppose that's included of course and a gravel walk and a lot of abalone shells and fresh posies daily a marble angel or two for company and anything else that will add to your comfort have you any other extremely reasonable request to make of me yes since you mention it i want you to contest my will horse hawes is having hisn contested my fine friend you did not make any will that ain't o no consequence you forged me a good un and contest that with pleasure sir but that will be extra now indulge me in one question you spoke of the society where you reside where do you reside the dutch clock pounded clamorously upon its brazen gong a countless multitude of hours the glowing coals fell like an avalanche through the grate spilling all over the cat who exalted her voice in a squawk like the death-wail of a stuck pig and dashed affrighted through the window a smell of scorching fur pervaded the place and under cover of it the aged spectre walked into the mirror vanishing like a dream End of chapter 5 Chapter 6 of The Friend's Delight by Ambrose Bierce This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Recording by April 6090 love's labor lost hoab was a beef who was tired of being courted for his clean smooth skin so he backed through a narrow gateway six or eight times which made his hair stand the wrong way he then went and rubbed his fat sides against a charred log this made him look untidy you never looked worse in your life than hoab did now said he i shall be loved for myself alone i will change my name and hie me to pastures new and all the affection that is then lavished upon me will be pure and disinterested so he strayed off into the woods and came out at old abner davis's ranch The two things Abner valued most were a windmill and a scratching post for hogs.