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
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.”