ts 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 Trobriand's acts.
Are we in France?
they ask. Is Grant a Bonaparte?
Are Emory and De Trobriand the hireling soldiers of a bastard empire?
Are we already governed by a Caesar, and is the White House an American Tuileries?
Each word pronounced of late by President Grant is scanned, and in their present temper people are disposed to find Caesarism lurking under phrases which at any other time would seem no worse than awkward forms of speech.
Grant is seldom happy in his words.
Knowing his weakness, he is silent in strang