third term of office, he keeps a military household, he despises civil authority.
He is called Caesar in mockery, Soulouque in earnest.
Hosts of mean offences are imputed to him-avarice, nepotism, venality-and the comic papers bristle with insults and assaults.
In one of these prints a naughty boy, climbing into Uncle Sam's pantry to reach some third term preserve, upsets habeas corpus jam, for which, being caught in the fact, he is soundly whipped on the back.
One large cartoon, by Matt Morgan, has the title: Grant's Last Blow at Louisiana.
A handsome female figure mounts the steps of the Capitol with a petition.
Grant .comes out to meet her, with his two mastiffs, Phil and Belknap, and upbraids her: You have dared to despise the masters I put over you; you have the temerity to wish to govern yourself.
I whipped you once.
You have no rights that a soldier is bound to respect.
To which abuse Louisiana objects: I am a Free State.
I obey the Federal law. I am suffering fo