Caesar — as General Grant is now called, not only in the South, but in the North and West-is not so confident as Belknap and his adjutants that things are all going well in New Orleans.
America has many voices, and her voices reach him in the secret places of his Cabinet.
They strike him like the roar of coming storms.
Accounts of what was done in Royal Street on Sunday night and Monday morning fill the daily prints of every town from Galveston to Portland, from Savannah to San Francisco.
Most of these accounts are printed with satirical and indignant leaders.
Many of the writers treat the incident as a pastime.
Is it not Carnival — a time for quips and cranks?
This Negro orgy in the State House is a joke; that drinking-bar, those hot suppers, that midnight caucus, and those morning cocktails, are conceits of comic writers.
But the press, in general, take the thing in serious mood, and to their credit the ablest Republican journals are the sternest critics of De Tr