Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1876-05-18
Our Washington Letter

There is perhaps no city in
world where all increase or dim
mutton of population is so
readily perceptible as it is here.
Our long, level streets and great
breadth of pavements, during
The winter and while Congress
Is IN session, or in summer when
anything of interest attracts a
crowd, might be said to present
The appearance Of piece of
well tlmbered land, but let some
thing Of interest or importance
transpire. or be on the tapis in
a neighboring city,and our well
timbered land dWirdles down
10 the appearance.of an orchard,
simply wanting the regularity
of the trees. Such is the case
now, and "gone TO the Centen-
NAL" is all the cry. Should one
desire TO see q gentleman on
business and calls at his Office
or store for that purpose, in the
majority Of instances he is po-
litely informed she has gone to
the Centennial" One feels So
cially inclined and concludes to
visit the ladies, he rings the
bell, the servant appears, are the
y ladies at hone? "They are
gone to the Centennial" A
gentleman informed me that the
night before last, feeling that
the town generally was dull and
uninteresting, he concluded to
visit some fashionable friends in
the west end. lie found the
front blinds all closed and not
spark of light emitted from the
usually brilliant windows, but
he rang the bell and upon max
ingt usual enquiry, received
the invariable answer, ''They
have gone to the Centennial"
Passing around the Square on
his return home and gazing list
lesslv about, feeling somewhat
Inundated that he too as a
fashionable man was not at the
Centennial, he was somewhat
surprised to see lights in the
house he had just visited, and
from the figures fitting back and
forth he felt certain the ladies'
must be there. 4 medical friend
informed him next morning ac-
cidentally that late on the night
in question one of the young la
dies had been taken suddenly
Ill, and he had been called in to
attend her. Upon hearing from
the Doctor that all the young
ladies were at home, he conclu-
ded Of course that they had
gone to the Centennial only in
imagination or else by telegraph.
How long this state of things
will continue, who shall say?-
We can only hope the Centen-
NAL novelty will soon wear off
and Washington will become
itself again. Butnotwithstand-
ing our temporary paucity Of
population, the political caul-
drOn still boils and continues to
throw it's bubbles to the surface.
The largest bubble just now to
be seen is the malicious and
slanderous accusations against
Mr.. Fltzhugh, doorkeeper of
the House. Oh, what sweet
morsel for the godly given Re
publicans to roll under their
dainty tongues. But let them
beware how they taste it, for in
all probability it will turn out 10
be
Something like that fruit so fair
Found upon the Dead Sea shore,
Nothing but painted snare,
Dirt and ashes at the core.
The letter of Mr.. Welsh in
the Republican Of this morning
reads SO much like one of those
miraculous stories to be found
in ten cent novel, that one can
not help believing that there is
as much truth in the one as in
the other. But granting for ar
gument sake that it is all true,
and that Mr.. Fitzhugh is the
yeriest wretch unhung! Has lie
sold any offices? Has he mis-
appropriated any public money!
Has he made use of his posi-
ton and the public means at his
command to advance the inter-
est of his party? Or has he af-
ter feathering his own nest to
his hearts content thrown open
the doors of the national treas
ury and invited his friends to
enter and help themselves?-I
Granting, l say, he has done all
this and more, he would still fall
far short of being the peer
in poIitical Villainy or personal
dishonesty of most of the Re
publican officials of to-day.