The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1864-04-09
Miss Dickinson i'm Washington.

The following article is cut from the editorial
columns of the Washington Chronicle. 1t is
entitled = Miss Anna Z. Dickinson in the House
of Representatives -
COrrinne of republican politics. pushing back
with passionate gestures the thick tresses that
heated YOUR temple, and with face Of beauty
upturned in u gush Of irrepressible alteration,
how thou -hottest electric fires through thy thrice
ten hundred auditors with the sublime words
81 never met y private soldier without being
filed with a feeling of profound respect Sister
of the heroic-younger sister Of the free and the
true-thOu file dr. regiment of this great war OF
freedom in America, let us humbiy. very humbly,
give you the hand of political brotherhood. That
was a wonderful sight on Saturday night In the
Capitol. i young girl but twenty-one years old
dismissed scarcely eighteen months ago from
bread-getting employment in the Philadelphia
Mint, for criticising, in Il wOman's literary club,
the soldiership and policy of General Mcclellan
conducted to the Speaker chair of the House
Of Representatives by the Vice President of the
United States followed there by the Speaker of
the House, and introduced by the Vice President
to an audience that crowded all sitting and stand
ing room in the great hall, among whom were
the President OF the United States, the most dis
tinguished of the Senator's and Representatives,
the heads of Departments and Bureaus, and the
chief of the men of taltnts and devotion, who,
at the Capital of the ne ton, urge the great war
for liberty; a girl of twenty-one, modest and
beautiful powerful n her inspirations, yet
childlike as a cotter's cl.ild queenly at times in
her poses and her passion, yet CARRIED like q
Quakeress at 4 casen<nt; wholly under the
dominion of imperial tIsth and duty, yet speak
ing without any show Is authority positive, yet
modest uncoInpromisiey, yet modest passion
ately radical, still mOd,SI and girl-like scOrnful
IN Just hates, the csc%se of the electric fervor
against wrong, of whiCl God makes Il child his
medium bitter in sarct ms, which flash of from
her young soul withou. srarm to it, rs lightnings
fash of from conducting points Of gold; full Of
rebuke, which does buS utter truth and has no
accompaniment Of conS,t boundless in her love
OF humanity, for whic1 she lnoans- and prays,
and demands. with an Inspiration that only can
De kindled from the ala upon which Christ laid
himself down for the quality aud fraternity of
his race 4 young, rec pped, slim-waisted girl,
with curlS cut short, e If for school, with eyes
black with the mirthfuhe ess Of Il child, save when
they blaze with the tySsions OF a prophecies,
holding spell-bound in BE Capital of the nation
for one. hour and tca- minutes, three thousand
politicians, statesmen nd soldiers, while she
talked to them of pDt. les, craftsmanship and
war 1t was n wonderful sight, and it was q
wonderful success.
Joan of Arc never " Is grander, and could not
have been better, in her mail of battle, than was
this Philadelphia maid in her statesnanlike de-
mand that the war do not cease till slavery lies
dead and buried under the feet of the North, and
its epitaph is traced with the point of IL bayonet
dipped in the young blood of the nation. Could
not have been better for France than was this
girl for America, in her demand that the terri
tory wrenched back from the rebellion be used to
underlay the development of the blacks in
America into full citizenship with the ownership
in fee of agricultural land. Could never have
been wiser and better than was this girl when she
showed to with her little white hand the doors of
the Supreme Court of the United States as at
present constituted, and forbade the adjudication
therein of the proclamation OF freedom to the
slaves of rebels. Could not have been grander
than was this girl in her dedication of the cour-
age that marches upon death at the dOuble-quick,
for country, for freedom and for truth. Could
not have been grander than was this girls moist
ening with her tears the lips of the wounded
men of the people, and wiping as with her very
hair the damps of agony from the brows of
braves lying on battlefields and lingering in hos
pitals-grander than her wOrshiplul love of men
made beautiful by war wounds in the face
grander than the sweep of the warm and the call
of the voice with which she demanded place and
reverence for the heroes who already in phalanx
march one-armed, and on crutches and canes 90
slowly past us to the final encampment of the
grave.