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beds, bureaus, and washstands which hard and long usage
has polished to a sort of newness. Specimens of ancient pottery found
on these washstands are now in the British Museum, and are reckoned
among the finest of Layard's collections at Nineveh.
The dining rooms are admirable examples of magnificent distance. The
room is long, the tables are long, the kitchen is a long way off, and the
waiters a long time going and coming. The meals are long,--so long
that there is literally no end to them; they are eternal. It is customary to
mark certain points in the endless route of appetite with mile-stones
named breakfast, dinner, and supper; but these points have no more
positive existence than the imaginary lines and angles of the
geometrician. Breakfast runs entirely through dinner into supper, and
dinner ends with coffee, the beginning of breakfast. Estimating the
duration of dinner by the speed of an ordinary railroad-train, it is
twenty miles from soup to fish, and fifty from turkey to nuts. But
distance, however magnificent, does not lend enchantment to a meal.
The wonder is that the knives and forks are not made to correspond in
length with the repasts,--in which case the latter would be pitchforks,
and the former John-Brown pikes.
The people of Washington are as various, mixed, dissimilar, and
contrasted as the edifices they inhabit. Within the like area, which is by
no means a small one, the same number of dignitaries can be found
nowhere else on the face of the globe,--nor so many characters of
doubtful reputation. If the beggars of Dublin, the cripples of
Constantinople, and the lepers of Damascus should assemble in
Baden-Baden during a Congress of Kings, then Baden-Baden would
resemble Washington. Presidents, Senators, Honorables, Judges,
Generals, Commodores, Governors, and the Ex's of all these,

congregate here as thick as pick-pockets at a horse-race or women at a
wedding in church. Add Ambassadors, Plenipotentiaries, Lords, Counts,
Barons, Chevaliers, the great and small fry of the Legations, Captains,
Lieutenants, Claim-Agents, Negroes, Perpetual-Motion-Men,
Fire-Eaters, Irishmen, Plug-Uglies, Hoosiers, Gamblers, Californians,
Mexicans, Japanese, Indians, and Organ-Grinders, together with
females to match all varieties of males, and you have vague notion of
the people of Washington.
It is an axiom in physics, that a part cannot be greater than the whole;
and it will be recollected, that, after Epistemon had his head sewed on,
he related a tough story about the occupations of the mighty dead, and
swore, that, in the course of his wanderings among the damned, he
found Cicero kindling fires, Hannibal selling egg-shells, and Julius
Caesar cleaning stoves. The story holds good in regard to the mighty
personages in Washington, but the axiom does not. Men whose fame
fills the land, when they are at home or spouting about the country, sink
into insignificance when they get to Washington. The sun is but a small
potato in the midst of the countless systems of the sidereal heavens. In
like manner, the majestic orbs of the political firmament undergo a
cruel lessening of diameter as they approach the Federal City. The
greatest of men ceases to be great in the presence of hundreds of his
peers, and the multitude of the illustrious dwindle into individual
littleness by reason of their superabundance. And when it comes to
occupations, it will hardly be denied that the stranger who beholds a
Senator "coppering on the ace," or a Congressman standing in a
bar-room with a lump of mouldy cheese in one hand and a glass of
"pony whiskey" in the other, or a Judge of the Supreme Court
wriggling an ugly woman through the ridiculous movements of the
polka in a hotel-parlor, must experience sensations quite as
confounding as any Epistemon felt in Kingdom Come.
In spite of numberless receptions, levees, balls, hops, parties, dinners,
and other reunions, there is, properly speaking, no society in
Washington. Circles are said to exist, but, like that in the vortex of the
whirlpool, they are incessantly changing. Divisions purely arbitrary
may be made in any community. Hence the circles of Washington
society may be represented sciagraphically in the following diagram.
[Illustration]

The Circle of the Mudsill includes Negroes, Clerks, Irish Laborers,
Patent and other Agents, Hackmen, Faro-Dealers, Washerwomen, and
Newspaper-Correspondents. In the Hotel Circle, the Newest Strangers,
Harpists, Members of Congress, Concertina-Men, Provincial Judges,
Card-Writers, College-Students, Unprotected Females, "Star" and
"States" Boys, Stool-Pigeons, Contractors, Sellers of Toothpicks, and
Beau Hickman, are found. The Circle of the White House embraces the
President, the Cabinet, the Chiefs of Bureaus, the Embassies, Corcoran
and Riggs, formerly Mr. Forney, and until recently George Sanders and
Isaiah Rynders. The little innermost circle is intended to represent a
select body of residents, intense exclusives, who keep aloof from the
other circles and hold them all in equal contempt. This circle is