The New Napoleon.
--The new
Napoleon of the
North is having a very fine time just now. Like all the other Napoleons, his
Elba is not far ahead of him, and the following paragraph which we copy from a Washington telegram of last week will read curiously next Autum:
On Tuesday afternoon an officer, leading a child by the hand, entered and modestly entered the dining room at
Willard's, and took a place at the table.
A gentleman from New Orleans and his daughters recognized him, rose from their seats and shook hands with him cordially.
In a flash, as by electric communication, the news that
Gen. Grant was in the room spread through the immense, hotel, and the hundreds of guests,
Senators,
Representatives, Supreme Court Judges, women, officers, lawyers, and all the customary household of
Willard's, sprang from their seats and cheered in the most tremendous manner, and crowded around the blushing and confusion object of this sudden ovation, and overwhelmed him with their admiring interest.
When his meal was concluded and he left the room, it was but a fall into another scene of enthusiastic love that awaited him from a great crown in the lower hall.
His retreat from this superior force up the stair case and to his room was characterised by unsoldierly blushing.
The reception of
Gen. Grant at the
President's loves in the evening was more furious than any scene that ever transpired in the east room.
He was literally lifted up for a while, and in obedience to a demand and to a necessity, so great was the desire to have a fair look at him, he was obliged to mount a safe, under the supplies of
Secretary Seward, who preceded him to that elevation.
There has never been such a coat-tearing, button bursting Jam in the
White House as this soldier has occasioned.
The cheering and waving of handkerchiefs was in the customary fury of
Americans over popular favorites.
