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March 4th (search for this): chapter 2
ned me. When do you start? was his salutation. When do I start? Staple's question was a sudden one. Yes, for the South? You're going, of course; and the governor writes me to be off at once. Better go together. Eh? Night boat, 4th of March. Now the governor mentioned was not presiding executive of a southern state, but was Staple peere, of the heavy cotton firm of Staple, Long & Middling, New Orleans. Staple fils had been for years a great social card in Washington. The clu draw on the house, and then t‘ Orleans, he answered cheerfully. Come with me. Lots to see; and, no doubt, about plenty to do. If this sky holds, all men will be wanted. As you're going, the sooner the better. What do you say? Evening boat, March 4th? Is it a go? It gave only two days for preparation to leave what had come nearer being home than any other place in a nomadic life. But he was right. I was going, and we settled the matter, and separated to, wind up our affairs and take c
section, leaving only seared desolation in its wake. Already the timid and wary began to take in sail and think of a port; while the most reckless looked from the horizon to each other's faces, with restless and uneasy glances. In the days of 1860, as everybody knows, the society of Washington city was composed of two distinct circles, tangent at no one point. The larger, outer circle whirled around with crash and fury several months in each year; then, spinning out its centrifugal force, ce-first visible to the casual glance — was a substratum as pure as it was solid and unyielding. Habitues of twenty years remarked that, with all the giddy whirl of previous winters in the outer circle, none had approached in mad rapidity that of 1860-6 . The rush of aimless visiting, matinees and dinners, balls and suppers, followed each other without cessation; dress and diamonds, equipage and cards, all cost more than ever before. This might be the last of it, said an uneasy sense of the co
Chapter 1: the forehead of the storm. Washington city in 1861. her two social circles was she a new Sodom? lobbyists and diplomats eve of the storm echo from Charleston Harbor a dinner and a ball popular views of the situation Buchanan's policy and the peace Congress separation a certainty preparations for the hejira precautions for Lincoln's inauguration off for Dixie. The cloud no bigger than a man's hand had risen. It became visible to all in Washington over the southern horizon. All around to East and West was but the dull, dingy line of the storm that was soon to burst in wild fury over that section, leaving only seared desolation in its wake. Already the timid and wary began to take in sail and think of a port; while the most reckless looked from the horizon to each other's faces, with restless and uneasy glances. In the days of 1860, as everybody knows, the society of Washington city was composed of two distinct circles, tangent at no one point.
March 4th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 2
llions of incensed and uncontrolled population hurled themselves against the granite foundation of the established government. Selfish heads tossed upon sleepless pillows, haunted by the thought that the dawn would break upon a great change, boding ruin to their prospects, monetary or political. Even the butterflies felt that there was a something impending; incomprehensible, but uncomfortably suggestive of work instead of pleasure. So Washington rose red-eyed and unrefreshed on the 4th of March, 1861. Elaborate preparations had been made to have the day's ceremonial brilliant and imposing beyond precedent. Visiting militia and civil organizations from every quarter-North, East and West-had been collecting for days, and meeting reception more labored than spontaneous. The best bands of the country had flocked to the Capital, to drown bad blood in the blare of brass; and all available cavalry and artillery of the regular army had been hastily rendezvoused, for the double purpos
pt to blunt his sense of delicacy as it is to unfit one for higher responsibilities of official station. So it was not unnatural that that society of Washington, based wholly on politics, was not found wholly clean. But under the seething surface-first visible to the casual glance — was a substratum as pure as it was solid and unyielding. Habitues of twenty years remarked that, with all the giddy whirl of previous winters in the outer circle, none had approached in mad rapidity that of 1860-6 . The rush of aimless visiting, matinees and dinners, balls and suppers, followed each other without cessation; dress and diamonds, equipage and cards, all cost more than ever before. This might be the last of it, said an uneasy sense of the coming storm; and in the precedent sultriness, the thousands who had come to make money vied with the tens who came to spend it in mad distribution of the proceeds. Madame, who had made an immense investment of somebody's capital in diamonds and lace, mu
Franklin Buchanan (search for this): chapter 2
Chapter 1: the forehead of the storm. Washington city in 1861. her two social circles was she a new Sodom? lobbyists and diplomats eve of the storm echo from Charleston Harbor a dinner and a ball popular views of the situation Buchanan's policy and the peace Congress separation a certainty preparations for the hejira precautions for Lincoln's inauguration off for Dixie. The cloud no bigger than a man's hand had risen. It became visible to all in Washington over the soet in convention and, by ordinance of secession, declared themselves independent of the Federal Governmen.t. It was as though the train had been prepared and the action of South Carolina was but the lighting of the fuse. Within six weeks from Mr. Buchanan's New Year reception, six states had deliberately gone out of the Union. When it was too late, the sleepy administration opened its eyes. Not liking the looks of things, it shut them again. When it was too late, there were windy declarat
Contriver (search for this): chapter 2
g. As I stroll through the rooms, there is much glaring light and there are many nude necks. I am jostled by polking damsels and buttonholed by most approved bores. But, through the blare of the brass horns and over the steaming terrapin, the one subject rises again and again, refusing burial as persistently as Eugene Aram's old man. Try a glass of this punch, Knower chirps cheerily. Devilish good punch! Good glass, too. See the crest and the monogram blowed in. Put Kansas Coal Contriver's Company proceeds into that glass. But things are looking blue, sir, devilish blue; and I don't see the way out at all. Fact is, I'm getting pretty down in the mouth! And the lobbyist put a bumper of punch in the same position. People may talk, sir, but my head's as long as the next, and I don't see the way out. Washington's dead, sir; dead as a hammer, if this secession goes on. Why, what'll become of our business if thef move the Capital? Kill us, sir; kill us! Lots of southern mem
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 2
al desks, seeming suddenly imbued with life, rose and threw away their quills-and with them the very bread for their families — to go South. It was the modern hegira! A dull, vague unrest brooded over Washington, as though the city had been shadowed with a vast pall, or threatened with a plague.. Then when it was again too late, General Scott-the general, as the hero of Lundy's Lane and Mexico was universally knownvirtu-ally went into the Cabinet, practically filling the chair that Jefferson Davis had vacated. Men felt that they must range themselves on one side, or the other, for the South had spoken and meant what she said. There might be war; there must be separation! I was lounging slowly past the rampant bronze Jackson in. Lafayette Square when Styles Staple joined me. When do you start? was his salutation. When do I start? Staple's question was a sudden one. Yes, for the South? You're going, of course; and the governor writes me to be off at once. Bett
the status in hotel lobbies and even in the passages of the departments; careful non-partisans keep their lips tightly closed, and hot talk, pro or con, begins to grow more popular. One day I find, per card, that the Patagonian Ambassador dines me at seven. As it is not a state dinner I go, to find it even more stupid. At dessert the reserve wears off and all soon get deep in the Star of the West episode. Looks mighty bad now, sir. Something must be done, sir, and soon, too, says Diggs, a hard-working M. C. from the North-west. But, as yet, I don't see-what, exactly! Will your government use force to supply Fort Sumter? asks Count B., of the Sardinian legation. If so, it might surely drive out those states so doubtful now, that they may not go to extremes, suggested the Prussian charge ad interim. Why, they'll be whipped back by the army and navy within ninety days from date, remarks a gentleman connected with pension brokerage. If part of the army and n
Stonewall Jackson (search for this): chapter 2
been shadowed with a vast pall, or threatened with a plague.. Then when it was again too late, General Scott-the general, as the hero of Lundy's Lane and Mexico was universally knownvirtu-ally went into the Cabinet, practically filling the chair that Jefferson Davis had vacated. Men felt that they must range themselves on one side, or the other, for the South had spoken and meant what she said. There might be war; there must be separation! I was lounging slowly past the rampant bronze Jackson in. Lafayette Square when Styles Staple joined me. When do you start? was his salutation. When do I start? Staple's question was a sudden one. Yes, for the South? You're going, of course; and the governor writes me to be off at once. Better go together. Eh? Night boat, 4th of March. Now the governor mentioned was not presiding executive of a southern state, but was Staple peere, of the heavy cotton firm of Staple, Long & Middling, New Orleans. Staple fils had been for y
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