Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-05-13

1 at every turn. On his arrival he goes
= the biggest hotel, and enters his name j
8 a bold, staring hand. He expects the land
, lord, when he sees it, to salaam the groun
: in alteration. The landlord merely nod:
as he might to an ostler, and resumes hi
business. "I'll take" says the little grea
man, ga parlor and bed room in the sccon
story" for he means to sit in state an
receive distinguished guests. GAN full,
is the answer: " now putting down cots ii
the garret-you can have half one.
The omnipotent of county or town.
driven to share the precarious fortunes o
a straw tick, with another great man, a
little as himself This is the precursor
and type of his Washington experience.
He visits the the White House and send.
up his card. "Here,' he says pensively
"my name is known" The servant re-
turns: "Can't see you," he announces
"too busy "When did he say l should
call ?" asks the little great man family
"Said nothing about it," is the reply
"Ah! hum" and the little great man
walks away, sucking the knob of his um-
brella, and swearing condign vengeance on
the President. Punkville," be mutters,
"shall hear Of it." The Departments
next cngross his attention. There at least
he will be welcome. His pasteboard over
lures are here likewise spurned. Finally,
he obtains access to the Post Master Gen
cral or the Secretary Of the Treasury, but
he is one Of an "undistiuguishable throng."
There is no sitting down for an hour, chat
ting familiarly over a cigar, picking out a
snug berth for himself, and comfortably
arranging Punkvillc affairs after his own
heart. He is a nobody among nobodies,
and, as he has nothing particular to say for
himself, he concludes to retire.
The little great man learns for the first
that he is ono great shakes" at Washing
ton. His indignation gradually GIBBS, as
he sees ten thousand other little great men
in the fix. He moderates his ambition.
At first he repudiated any thing smaller
than foreign mission, consulship, or the
head of a bureau. He will now take q
clerkship, an agency, or any other little
triAc of that sort. But, humiliating
spectacle! Even this is denied him! The
little great man generally retires with
Others of his sort, at this crisis, and gets
exceedingly drunk. A horrible fascina-
tion still chains him to the capital. He
has n Vague expectation Of yet securing a
prize. He is only wakened from the plea
sing delusion, by the consciousness of
diminished means. He must hurry home
or be stranded high and dry on borrow
less shore. He goes, and Punkville is
treated for the next six months, to TRADE
on the President and Cabinet, or, (Which
is, perhaps, the better way,) is made to be-
lieve, that their great man at home was o.
great man abroad, and ate, rode, slept,
talked and drank with the "powers that
be" on the most intimate and confidential
terms, but for some mysterious reason that
he don't choose to explain, didn't get an
Office for his own use or for any body's
else.
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Public Dinners
Arc public nuisances-aagrantly so. They
are relic of out-grown barbarism which
esteems eating and drinking the chief ends
Of life, and would show affection as Joseph
did to his brother Benjamin-by giving
him three times as great a mess as was
apportioned to his half-brothers. It is
every way unworthy of our age to attempt
to honor, reward or show admiration for
public benefactor by feasting him, even
when Gas at Boston yesterday Intoxicst-
ing Liquors are excluded. But an ordina-
ry Public Dinner, "with a stick in it,"
is essentially bestial performance. Two
Or three hundred people arc assembled to
eat an inordinate meal, at an unusual and
unreasonable hour, paying for it sum
that many Of them cannot really afford,
md washing it down with incessant liba-
lions of villainously drugged cider and
,ockroach Madeira, which gets steadily
worse as the company get more and more
enthusiastically and obviously drunk
'hen the speeches beginning with the prosy
md the foggy and ending, somewhere in
thc infancy Of the small hours, with the
'ipsy and the nasty-then the leathery
loud of cigar-smokc which, for the last
hour or two, is battcned down upon the
whole concern, affecting, torturing, dem
all well-bred, clcanly, uncorrup-
ed senses-and ah the sick headaches,
he days of misery, and often the fatal
illness that follow, as Death on the Pale
Horse was followed-on the whole, we
consider the Public Dinner the absurdest,
,tupidest bore Of the XIXth Century.
So We did not attend tho Dinner given