The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-03-11

ton of our National Capital yet:
Washington is the concrete of seedi-
ness. 1t is poor relation of prosper
Gus cities. 1t is out at the elbows,
shabby at the toes, generally dingy
and neglected, while the snowy pub
lie buildings shine upon its poverty
like pinchbeck jewelry. Founded as
land speculation, it bears its hateful
birth-mark still. Nothing here looks
thrifty. Smart and forced gentility
nudes dirty and detected poverty. Oc-
casionally sturdy three story brick
pushes itself up in rash moment,
but it soon has forlorn and depreca-
ting air, as asking pardon of the sur
rounding wrecks for having disturbed
their doleful harmony. The plan of
the city will remain mystery till the
end of time
A Southern loyalist, in recent dis
cussion of the probable effect of ad-
hitting those lately in rebellion to
place and power on terms of complete
equality with citizens who have ever
been true in their allegiance to the
Federal Constitution and Government,
uses the following apt illustration:
!" / recollect when / was boy, /
saw a honey bee all tangled up in a
spiders web, and said to myself, poor
little fellow, | will take you out of
this trouble, and / did help him out
and helped him dress his wings, so he
might fly away and be free; but just
before he left me, he damned his sting
into me as a reward for my pains; and
| don't look for anything better from
those wicked, bad hearted rebels. My
word for it, whenever these poor
fellows get the power once more, they
will be worse than they were before. !"
Now that the military reconstruc-
ton policy has gone into effect, the
rebel bee " is minus a sting.
Mr.. Kavanaugh, the armless and
legless M. P. from Ireland, excited
great curiosity on his first appearance
in the House of Commons, on the 9th
instant. He entered the House from
the direction of the Speakers private
apartments, seated in a library chair,
the mechanism of which is so con-
trived that he can wheel himself with
ease to any point he wishes to reach.
The large copy of the Testament used
i'll administering the oaths to mem
bers was managnd-one can not use
the word handled-by Mr.. Kava-
naugh without the least diff
Guilty, and he wrote his name
with as much quickness and ap-
parent ease as any of his fellow mem
bers of Parliament. The process was
as follows: The Clerk handed to Mr..
Kavanaugh a pen of the length to
which. he is accustomed. The honor
able member clasped the handle be-
tween hat'represents his arms, and,
steadying it by putting the ends in his
mouth, guided the pen over the parch-
ment with singular huency and stead
mess.
The appearance of the Presidents
wifi, at a late reception at the White
House, is thus described:
Mrs. j ohnson appeared at the re-
ception for the first time. [ felt a
deep anxiety to see the woman who
had taught her husband to read, and
inspired him with that lofty ambition
which led to place and power. She
stood near the President to his right;
pale, thin, stamped with care and
sickness, a countenance of thoughtful
sadness, an expression of deep curl
osity. Looking for moment at each
person introduced, her eye would
drop Immediately in meditative
thoughtfulness, as if her mind and
heart were filled with thoughts and
emotions far different from the giddy
| throng passing by. All who know
her speak well of her"