The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1868-09-25
WASHINGTON IN SUMNER.
BY GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND.
WAsH1NGroN. Aueust 2f.

WAsHINGFoN, August &c.
No Senator is here but the abiding
Patterson, Of Tennessee. l beheld him
the fifth minute after my arrival, walk
along the Ebbet House pavement in an
old linen buster and pair of morocco
slippers. He carried a cane in his hand !;
his head was held down so that he might
distinguish the pavement from the red
ness OF his nose, and every step he made
was lifted clear off the ground in that
clean way that men acquire whose slip
pers are in the habit of dropping Off
Patterson looks like a good neighborly
man, but he is fighting against a man
that will be sure to whip him sooner or
later. John Barley Corn is the first Of
the Field Marshals
The dreadful tyranny of one bad hab-
it is most pitiably manifest III Patterson.
a Senator, whose excellent and modest
wife plays hostess in the rooms Of Mrs.
Adams and Mrs. Madison, the son-in-
law Of n President. himself an occupant
of the Executive Mansion-his enjoy
ments are not there. Once, it is said, he
was ambitious, an enthusiast, nearly a
poet. But the Field Marshal got him.
He is never intoXicatd. 1t is a steady
pull with Patterson, not carouse: an
appetite, and not seduction. Heaven
send lis miracles TO cast these devils out
Of us
ANDREW, coUCHANT.
The President 1 saw the other day.
looking down in his compressed and
knitted way through the window into
the park where / was walking. We do
injustice to portraits when we dislike
their characters. johnson is a large,
solid, and even massive looking man.
His face is net an ideal one; it is human
enough for plenty of criticism. But ii
we liked the man we should probably
| say he was strengthening.
As we did not discover his ugliness
before we nominated him, perhaps il
would not be well to stir it up too much
| just now. Certainly the face is not a
/ happy one. 1t has wrongs in it, and
RACES, and feels the vast aggregate oil
| lost friends. which, whether we lost
them guiltily or no, haunt us like a bur-
den of reproach.-"How must we fling
away our play-fellows to be President
! or. how do they, one by one, forsake US
on the way? We get tothe windy sum.
init all by ourselves, and choose oHI
/ cabinets of the eagles who have climbed
as high. Cold-blo oded are these cabi.
net meetings. made of no hero worship.
pers who rally around US like the mar.
shals around the Emperor, and be bu1
| embodied acts of will. Scarcely one Of
them is our comrade. We meet at The
summit, not at the base. He is the wi
nv, beguiling, m ystifying. unintelligiblt
/ Seward. who quarrels with nobody. an6
i in the evolutions of his brain the Presi.
dent is but a pin-head. Here is tho
money counter, McCulloch, who de.
spises our morals and likewise our fl
! financial theories. and who says, inward
I1y, while he hears us talk:
johnson, Iwouldn't give you three
dollars week salary if kept broker
i Office
Here is Randall, whose heart is a deai
4 letter, but whose energy is mail train
lI-Our administration is nothing more
than a water tank and wood station
which he fires up. Go to him for sery
! ices-yes For sympathy-neveri
i Poor Gideon Wells is indeed a mar
of sympathy, who viii never desert Ma
cav Der. But close friendship Will
Gideon Wells must be something Xix,
spending a lifetime with an intelligen
, bell wefher.-Thc stupid amiability o
This eyes, ram-set, as if studying prob