The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-01-26
At The kation's S Capital.
THINGS nor TOLD By THE aoLn
BUG PAPERS.
From our Washington Correspondent.

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EDITOR CAUCASIAN
We have been in the capital
Of the great American Republic
for thirty days, with an active
reportorial nose. We have
searched It's great area, its pub
lie buildings. lis poor quarters
and its palatial sections for
the designs OF the founders Of
the Republic. 1t was not dis
covered---the chaste beauty Of
its marble plinths and splendid
architraves were speechless. 1t
is lost.
1t is lost amid overgrowths
of flnnkeyism. Mans image is
liveried into apery, and delights
itself Washington is n wonder
full mansoleum, with whited
sepulc ire Of an eternal winter,
covering the dead spirit Of Col
onial Simplicity.
Washington is a city, is
vast and beautiful overgrown
village, like the Cushan palaces
of Persia, builded by patient
slaves who expect to "level up
the race with Il party odoo
worship. They sustain ii breed
of aristocrats with the money
that ought to send the children
of twenty millions of our pop
ulatiCn to school-lavelliug up
the sewer-scraper's ragamuffin
to be the peer of a goose down
darling; patient slaves who, i'll
mine and forge and field. warm
the dunghills of the dead patri-
Otism of '76, and lnistak ke the
livid resurrection of CHASTITY
poverty aud feverish greed
for the cross of a new Christ
for humanity glOrified! This is
Washington. 1t is beautiful.
Like st. Augustine, the dream
city Of Florida, it is beautiful.
One was glassed, and marbled,
and or,entalized by the serfs of
the Standard Oil infamy-the
other by the hip-hurrahs of par
tisan worship.
The very air in mid winter is
hot and luminous with parched
and parboiled pride-with nei-
ther age nor heroic deed to sane
tify the painted cheek. The
palace of the President is not
good enough for him now And
thus-gulfed to unknown
depths--the mighty chasm be-
tween the snob aristocracy, and
the toll taxed to support it,
grows apace. The iInperian lin
compoops haunt their purpel
and fine linen-and the ragged
Caesc rs of future crime can
scarcely write their names.
Think of this: A lady whose
two daughters righte)nsly
enough have to work for a liv-
ing for all, told us this story:
.'The ladies of the cabinet
cannot of course return the
calls to all who leave cards at
the receptions. A wife Of one
of the Secretaries did not un-
derstand this, and drove around
to return all the calls. And what
do you think? At one place she
drove up in her phaeton and
horrors!-just think of il. She
found the lady woman ont
in front of the house washing
the windows! What q place for
a Secretary's wife to call; the
receptions should not be so
open!"
This was no time to be silent,
and we replied
"Madame. think of the great
disgrace of that Sercetary's wife
receiving her granduer from
taxes dra wn from the window
washers!"
.Oh. but-but-"
"But what? Was the Repub-
lie constructed for the slobber-
alton ofsnobs-or the elevation
of window washers to the
Queenship of honest women?'
but in refinement
"Madame, if in one hundred
years republic does not edu-
cate the toiler's offspring TO the
level of the purple spawn, when
will ii? That woman ate hon
est bread-and the society dar-