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gentleman of repute and station, likely to be corrupted, in the

discharge of his duty, by the present of a snuff-box, or a richlymounted

sword, or an Eastern shawl; and surely the Nation who

reposes confidence in her appointed servants, is likely to be

better served, than she who makes them the subject of such very

mean and paltry suspicions.

At George Town, in the suburbs, there is a Jesuit College;

delightfully situated, and, so far as I had an opportunity of

seeing, well managed. Many persons who are not members of the

Romish Church, avail themselves, I believe, of these institutions,

and of the advantageous opportunities they afford for the education

of their children. The heights of this neighbourhood, above the

Potomac River, are very picturesque: and are free, I should

conceive, from some of the insalubrities of Washington. The air,

at that elevation, was quite cool and refreshing, when in the city

it was burning hot.

The President’s mansion is more like an English club-house, both

within and without, than any other kind of establishment with which

I can compare it. The ornamental ground about it has been laid out

in garden walks; they are pretty, and agreeable to the eye; though

they have that uncomfortable air of having been made yesterday,

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which is far from favourable to the display of such beauties.

My first visit to this house was on the morning after my arrival,

when I was carried thither by an official gentleman, who was so

kind as to charge himself with my presentation to the President.

We entered a large hall, and having twice or thrice rung a bell

which nobody answered, walked without further ceremony through the

rooms on the ground floor, as divers other gentlemen (mostly with

their hats on, and their hands in their pockets) were doing very

leisurely. Some of these had ladies with them, to whom they were

showing the premises; others were lounging on the chairs and sofas;

others, in a perfect state of exhaustion from listlessness, were

yawning drearily. The greater portion of this assemblage were

rather asserting their supremacy than doing anything else, as they

had no particular business there, that anybody knew of. A few were

closely eyeing the movables, as if to make quite sure that the

President (who was far from popular) had not made away with any of

the furniture, or sold the fixtures for his private benefit.

After glancing at these loungers; who were scattered over a pretty

drawing-room, opening upon a terrace which commanded a beautiful

prospect of the river and the adjacent country; and who were

sauntering, too, about a larger state-room called the Eastern

Drawing-room; we went up-stairs into another chamber, where were

certain visitors, waiting for audiences. At sight of my conductor,

a black in plain clothes and yellow slippers who was gliding

noiselessly about, and whispering messages in the ears of the more

impatient, made a sign of recognition, and glided off to announce

him.

We had previously looked into another chamber fitted all round with

a great, bare, wooden desk or counter, whereon lay files of

newspapers, to which sundry gentlemen were referring. But there

were no such means of beguiling the time in this apartment, which

was as unpromising and tiresome as any waiting-room in one of our

public establishments, or any physician’s dining-room during his

hours of consultation at home.

There were some fifteen or twenty persons in the room. One, a

tall, wiry, muscular old man, from the west; sunburnt and swarthy;

with a brown white hat on his knees, and a giant umbrella resting

between his legs; who sat bolt upright in his chair, frowning

steadily at the carpet, and twitching the hard lines about his

mouth, as if he had made up his mind ‘to fix’ the President on what

he had to say, and wouldn’t bate him a grain. Another, a Kentucky

farmer, six-feet-six in height, with his hat on, and his hands

under his coat-tails, who leaned against the wall and kicked the

floor with his heel, as though he had Time’s head under his shoe,

and were literally ‘killing’ him. A third, an oval-faced, biliouslooking

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