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Chapter 8: the Conservatives.
An aide-de-camp brings us an invitation from
General McEnery to visit the Conservative headquarters in Canal Street; and in company of my old friend
Consul De Fonblanque we start from our hotel, now known as “Headquarters of the
Gulf.”
General McEnery occupies a suite of rooms in Canal Street, looking on the effigies of
Henry Clay, in which apartments he holds a modest court.
“You're not afraid to enter,” asks a senator, meeting us on the stairs, “although we are banditti?”
No, we are not afraid.
Some wag has gummed a caricature of
Sheridan to the wall.
The general is represented as a dog snapping at a Louisiana cavalry officer.
“Poor stuff,” says the
Senator, passing in; “poor stuff-but boys will have their fun. We have the
Southern genius, and our boys delight in mockeries and burlesques.”