New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-03-15
THREE PITHY DIALOGUES.
The Political Situation Viewed from Three
Sides-HOw Ofice-H Olders Regard 1t
How the President Looks ut It-And
What the People Think of 1t.
From the New York World.

lFrOm the New lOfk World
WASHINGTON. March st is Saturda,
night. The stormy petrels of the Senate
the game cocks OF the House, the owls O
the Supreme Court have gone home II
roost. The corridors of the Capitol are de
serted. Only half a dozen lights CLEAN
here and there from the windows Of com
mittee rooms, where some late clerks ar,
writing their love letters on congressional
note paper. The interior OF the dome is a,
immense dark void. a single gasligh
shines below to guide the footsteps of
Capitol policeman making his rounds. A
the doorway nearest the light this midnight
guardian meets lis companion of the watcl
and supplies him with a chew of tobacco.
"Jim," says the policeman who takes the
chew. throwing his old quid into a conven
lent spittoon. do you know what that old
soldier reminds me orr
No. What"
at reminds me Of our friends. Morton
and Conkling and Carpenter and the rest,
in that debate this week-all chawed up
Hush. man. and look out for your head;
we're with the majority"
Il know it, jim; but I'm like the Father
of his Country whose ghost stands in the
old hall yonder-I never told a he! Tire
fact is, | spent a good deal OF time in the
Senate gallery, and | made up my mind that
in the first place there was altogether too
much talk on "a matter that oughtnt to
have been talked about at all, and next that
Sumner and that devil Schurz were too
much for our men. That's what Thought.
and that's what the boys in the gallery
tlought-niggers and all
Did the niggers think so. toO?'
"Yes. indeed. One old darkey turned to
another one afternoon. and says he. Nick.
that thar Black Crook. Morton. is a id
demmygoge. Iou kin see it in his eve: you
kin see it in the wiggle of his thumb; you
kin hear it henever he speaks. Conkiin's
worse than a demmygoge-he's a cussed
'fistocrat and won't win my vote fur no
friend . hisn. Watts the use O men like
them tryin' to talk agiIst Sumner What's
the use o their tryin' to make Us col0red
men believe that they or Grant either is
better friends to the African than Charles
Sumner is. Don't we know what Sumner
has done for the African race 2"
$50 you think the darkies are on Sum
ner's side in this fight"
why, Of course. | heard a couple of
BARRIERS talking last Thursday about the
debate. Says one: Bob. that ere talk of
Morton's won't go down, will it, Not
much says Bob. What do you think of
Schurz :. says the other. Well says Boo,
4 much rather think Schurz is about the
logicalest speaker: but Sumner is the thun-
derin'est. They both make the hide crawl.
L " L hhoN CAat III " SIiOoSC.
A nervousness oyercomes policeman mum
Der one. who has q contagious dread
caught from officials much higher in rank
OF losing his head IL consequence OF free
speech.
Lets move on" he says.
jim" remarks his fluent companion. Il
pity you. You have actually such a horror
of plain talk. that YOU have drifted into
fear OF echoes. There isn't any Senator or
CONGRESSMAN here tO-piphr IN take a6xan.
tage OF what We are saying, and peach on
us, and SO make room tor some friend of his
III one OF our places. How times nave
changed. Look there Cby this time they
have entered the Old Hall of Representa-
tlves)-look there tpointing to the dim white
shadow of Washington in the gloom. |
wonder ii the mouths of people under the
government had to be slut in lis dav !"
There's a spot just about where we're
standing says the now really affrighted
policeman number one. where every wills
per can be heard. I've got a wife and six
children. Suppose the captain should be
around :"
Hang the captain. What DO you think
of the Cincinnati Convention -
With hair on end, and a visage that fairly
turned the darkness pale around it. police
man number one breaks from his fellow
and seeks-his boot-heeis changing on the
mosaic pavement-the relnotest corridors
Of tie south wing OF the Capitol.
A. this same hour the White House at
sstbe other end OF the avenue is free from
guests. The East Room and the otler
state parlors below are closed: a few
trolicsume mice have u~ndisputed possession
OF the carpets. The head cook in the
kitchen has turned into bed with his pipe
ana a novel. Mrs. Grant, and Miss Nelly
in her boudoir. and tue children, are
drpa minr sweetly, The President. finish
inc up the weeks work. has Just written
the last memoranda on the back of the last
bunch OF documents On his desk. and
throws himself back III his chair, yawning.
Next-tlngle. Jingle, goes his little bell.
The man in waiting by the door Ill the
outer hall checks a snOre, rises from his
seat. and enters the Presidents room sem
nambucally.
Call General Porter
HParter. where that whisky? I'm tired"
And so anu L. says the General, with
alacrity. I'm get the decanter;
And some cigars. says the FFesideht-
..no. cone to think, I've got some here ia
the drawer"
Tableau: Grant and Porter taking a cos,
riaLt.can before the fire. Matches-a smell
Of briuistoue-puffs of tobacco smoke.
Glasses returned to the mantel-Elece.
.,yhat a mess Conkling and Morton mace
of ii :" exclaims the President.
..Tbere's no denying that, says Porter.
.Uere they have twice gone II put te
before the country as a man VIII ui0""' -
True" saws Porter.
There was that internal general oIdeI
between ourselves, l WISH l hau
sent Leet to the devil instead OF giving hlnl