Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1881-08-29

nounoe their candidates. and pledge the
Republican party 20 vote solidly for
Gen. Garfield, who refuses in vain,
"Who is nominated9" asks Lucretia Ru.
dolph, femme Garfield, of friend who
has just come from the telegraph office.
"Jsmest What Jamesf" why, your
husband"
Then is seated in the Presidential chair
one of those men who best know all the
dangers and defects of the republic OF
the United States. But this is not the
moment to speak of them. 1t seems that
the old United States are gradually being
blotted out. Every year there is an inn
portation of fresh foreign blood, brought
them by 400, 900 emigrants. There are
10000. 600 of Germans there. There are
5000, 600 of Irish there. MIR. Parnell,
the Irish agitator, told me how he was
received at Washington by the American
Senate. He said to me: "Whlle speak
ing TO them felt far more at home than
when speaking in the English House OF
Parliament"
The truth is that General Garfield is
one of the last of the Yankees, as there
was once the Last of the MOhicans.
well that believe | can see him. New
ertheless | cannot draw his physical por-
trait so rapidly and compactly as am in
the habit of doing. The giant has a SUI
perb brow, naked as that of lofty trans
Atlantic mountain. His clear eye CLEANS
through the somewhat strange cleft of
the eyelids. His keen glance is like the
far look of eyes shaded with the hand,
curved pavilion.wise, to keep off the
light. His nose is strong, straight, and
of Saxon design.
The President knows French, English
and German. He likes to read French
writers. For example, he has read and
re-read George Sands 'Lettres dun
Voyageur. A few months ago he
showed a volume of Theirs Revolution
Francalse" to a member of the Legisla-
ture. The margins of the volume were
literally covered with notes in pencil.
He only understands the classic school
of French poetry; most foreigners ac-
knowledge the same taste. During the
war, while bivouacking, he read nothing
but Horace. That volume of Horace he
always keeps in his sleeping room at the
White House.
He is not exactly a society man; but
he finds much pleasure in the society of
cultivated women. Others would find
equal pleasure in the society of those
marvellous young American girls, whose
locks of gold are knotted like the tails
of post horses, and whose flesh CLEANS
like those steps of pink marble whereof
Alfred de Musset spakel
Gentle and good humOred, he is al
ways calm, like some deep American
lake, which sleeps under the fires of
MONDAY after the tempests Of the morn
ing.
Sometimes the comrades of his boy.
hood come to Washington. They ask
for Widow Garfeld's boy.
And suddenly the other day, under
circumstances now known to everybody
the world over, an assassin shot at Gen.
Garfield, as though James were a vii.
liam or an Alexander Far off in Ohio
his aged mother was nearly killed by the
shot which laid the giant low.
She murmured in establishment, Chow
could they try to kill my little James?"
Is it a billow of revolutionary fury
which is bursting over the United States,
as over us?-the same wave of the same
raging ocean which lashes the coast of
both France and American
The words of the assassin have shown
that-certainly without the knowledge
of Gen. Grant--he is the party of Caesar.
1t is the poniard of Caesar which has
stricken Brutus. IGNOTUs.