THE PHILADELPHIA BAR
cousin, General Pennypacker, who fought in your command on the James. I have been disappointed in not finding a Philadelphia lawyer here, whom I had expected to see, and I should be much pleased as well as honored if you would move for my admission.”
He turned that eye on me a little athwart and said a little gruffly: “But the rule requires a personal acquaintance. Do you know no one here?”
“Oh, yes, I know all of the Court.”
Just then the justices filed in and each of them in turn nodded to me with a smile, a recognition unusual in court and accorded to no other man there.
“I shall be glad to make the motion,” said the General; and at Pennypacker's Mills, along with the papers and letters that relate to the two banquets, is the parchment scroll that certifies my admission to practice in the Supreme Court—on the motion of Benjamin F. Butler, Esq.
