"Every great interest of American life knows that he has sounded it, and apprehends and appreciates its capacity. In church, and college, and market, and among the plain people who toil in shops and fields, he is regarded as a friend who has regarded their necessities and spoken and labored in their cause. "There is not a policy of administration which he has not analyzed; there is not a department of the public service with the scope and work of which he is not acquainted. He will come to his office better equipped for intelligent conduct of national affairs than any man who has preceded him for two generations at least, and the best part of his equipment is his broad, hopeful faith in freedom, equal rights, and impartial justice as the safe conditions of progress." In the midst of all this spontaneous burst of enthusiasm, Garfield himself writes to a friend,-- "I believe all my friends are more gratified with the personal part of my triumph than I am, and, although I am proud of the noble support I have received, and the vindication it gives me against my assailants, yet there is a tone of sadness running through this triumph which I can hardly explain." CHAPTER XXVII At Mentor.--The Journey to Washington.--Inauguration Day.--Immense Concourse of People.--The Address.--Sworn into Office.--Touching Scene.--Grand Display.--Inauguration Ball.--Announcement of the Members of the Cabinet.--Two Great Problems.--How they were Solved.--Disgraceful Rupture in the Senate.--Prerogative of the Executive Office vindicated. The few months that elapsed between the election and the inauguration were spent by Garfield in the quiet home at Mentor. One day an intimate friend of the family asked Mrs. Garfield if she were not looking forward with pleasant anticipations to her life in the White House. "No," she answered, simply and sincerely, "I can only hope it will not be altogether unhappy." The words occasioned surprise at the time--afterwards they seemed like a sad prophecy. Inauguration day drew near, and the journey from Mentor to Washington was one continual series of ovations. Then that memorable fourth of March at the capital. "Who that beheld the inspiring spectacle," exclaims one writer, "can ever see it grow pale in memory!" Before noon thousands of people had gathered in front of the Capitol, and when the doors of the rotunda were thrown open, the police were obliged to push away the crowd that had assembled on the steps. Pennsylvania Avenue, between the Treasury and the Capitol grounds, was one great sea of heads, and loud cheers arose from every side as the long procession escorting the President-elect passed on to the Capitol. The buildings along the whole route were beautifully decorated, and handkerchiefs fluttered from every window. General Sherman, at the head of the Cleveland troops, led the way, and the Columbia Commandery of Knights Templars formed an important part of the escort.