The Olivia Letters: Being Some History of Washington City for Forty Years as Told by the Letters of a Newspaper CorrespondentBriggs, Emily Edson
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The Olivia Letters: Being Some History of Washington City for Forty Years as Told by the Letters of a Newspaper Correspondent
Briggs, Emily Edson
United States -- Politics and government -- 1865-1933; Washington (D.C.) -- History
General Butler steals a march on him and appropriates everything of
the kind to be found for his own use. Mr. Elliot is reputed to be a
man of considerable wealth and much refinement; but you can no more
judge of his age than you could that of a porcelain egg.
OLIVIA.
BY THE GRACE OF THE QUEEN.
HER MAJESTY’S REPRESENTATIVES ON THE JOINT HIGH COMMISSION.
WASHINGTON, _March 17, 1871_.
To the modest suburban building temporarily occupied by the State
Department the eye of the country is directed. A cozy suite of rooms
are set apart in this same pile of brick and mortar, where a body
of men called the joint high commission meet in order to discuss
the little “unpleasantnesses” which have occurred from time to time
between two governments which have both pretended to be united
to each other by the most natural and fraternal ties. It is not
the object of this letter to disclose any of the secrets that are
caressed and embraced within those awful doors, vigilantly guarded
by locks and keys, but some of the ceremonies and forms observed, as
well as the dress and bearings of those in authority, may not come
amiss to the general reader.
As early as 10 in the morning carriages are seen rapidly approaching
the State Department. After depositing the distinguished human
freight the carriages disappear. We have the joint high commission
within the building. It may be thought that these men all enter the
same room, consult and measure red tape together. Far from any such
nonsense. The British commissioners go into a room by themselves; the
American commissioners betake themselves to another; and each country
talks to itself some two hours, more or less. Then the commissioners
of both countries adjourn to a room in the same building, where a
modest lunch of crackers and cheese is spread.
Then the joint high commission throat is deluged with the choicest
wines that have outlived the perils of an ocean voyage. This
performance safely over, the commissioners of both countries adjourn
to the same room, where Earl de Grey discourses for the British lion,
and Secretary Fish speaks in behalf of the American eagle, while the
remainder of the joint high commissioners keep “whist” as hunters in
search of the flying game. It will readily be seen that the English
commissioners have simply their instructions to carry out. There is
no free discussion between the members of both sides. Each side is
heard through its mouthpiece, and it is safe to say that no fault can
be found with the awful dignity of the joint high commission.
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