walk to the Capitol
, and no difficulty in securing a place where everything could be seen and heard to the best advantage.
The attendance at the inauguration was, they told me, unusually small, many being kept away by anticipated disturbance, as it had been rumored — truly, too — that General Scott
himself was fearful of an outbreak, and had made all possible military preparations to meet the emergency.
A square platform had been built out from the steps to the eastern portico, with benches for distinguished spectators on three sides.
, the only one I recognized, sat at the extreme end of the seat on the right of the narrow passage leading from the steps.
There was no delay, and the gaunt form of the President-elect
was soon visible, slowly making his way to the front.
To me, at least, he was completely metamorphosed — partly by his own fault, and partly through the efforts of injudicious friends and ambitious tailors.
He was raising (to gratify a very young lady, it is said) a crop of whiskers, of the blacking-brush variety, coarse, stiff, and ungraceful; and in so doing spoiled, or at least seriously impaired, a face which, though never handsome, had in its original state a peculiar power and pathos.
On the present occasion the whiskers were reinforced by brand-new clothes from top to toe; black dress-coat, instead of the usual frock, black cloth or satin vest, black pantaloons, and a glossy hat evidently just out of the box. To cap the climax of novelty, he carried a ”