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
Yesterday was termed what is called a “field day” in the Senate. The
opposing forces which go to make up the intellectual aggregate of
this highest legislative body met in combat, and the whole nation is
wide awake as to the result. Two men, both claiming to be Republican
Senators, both as ambitious as the Evil One when he led Christ to the
mountain-top, engaged in an intellectual hand-to-hand fight, but let
it be recorded that Senator Morton alone lost his amiable temper. But
who ever saw a chained tiger that did not lose his temper? Physically
speaking, no two men could appear more dissimilar. When Carl Schurz
is seen sitting in his seat he does not impress the spectator with
the idea of a tall man. But when he rises you wonder when his head
will stop going up towards the clouds. After he has “towered” to
a certain altitude, and all the links and kinks and hinges seem
straightened, he gives his shoulders another twist upward, as much
as to say, “Shades of the mighty Schiller! if one only could touch
the top of space!” Then there is a shake of the long, brown, curling
locks as a lion tosses his mane, for all the royal animals of
creation use similar signs and symbols. The mouth opens. It is not a
growl. The ear is greeted with the sweetest and softest strains of
the human voice. Who has ever read Oliver Wendell Holmes’ description
of those velvet and flute-like tones that ravish the soul like the
heavenly melodies of Beethoven? Carl Schurz has a voice like the wind
sighing through the sugar cane, and his classical English floats
in a sea of rhythmical measure. In manner this distinguished German
orator would not attract notice for either awkwardness or grace. The
personality of the man is lost, because the mind is fully engaged in
following his subtle thread of argument, which is fairly embroidered
with pearls of thought. “I love America! I believe in her people!
I have faith in her great future! But America must be honest. She
must be true to everlasting principle. Parties, fashions, men, pass
away, but incorruptible integrity, whether applied to nations or
individuals, remains the same in all ages, from the beginning to the
end of time.”
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