e; a tremendous shirt collar;
brass studs in his bosom; a neck handkerchief of many colors, the ends of
which stood out like the extended wings of a butterfly; a gorgeous watch
chain; white kid gloves; pantaloons of a large-sized plaid, and fitting so
very tightly that it was with the greatest difficulty he could put out his
feet; patent leather gaiter-boots, and a cane that he flourished right and
left with such determined strokes, that the children kept carefully out of
his way. Several persons looked back to wonder and laugh at this strange
figure, the drollery of which was greatly enhanced by his limber style of
walking, and a certain expression of the whole outer man, which said, "Who
says I am not as good as anybody on this avenue; Mr. Fillmore, or any one
else?"
Now it happened, that walking from the other direction toward this
representative of the much-injured colored race, was a stranger, who had
come to Washington to look about him. He was from Philadelphia, but not
thinking a great deal of what he saw in our capital on a former visit, he
had quite made up his mind that there was nothing to make it worth his
while to come again; but hearing of the convalescing turn the city had
taken since the immortal supporters of the Compromise and the Fugitive
Slave law had brought comparative harmony and peace, where there had been
nought but disorder and confusion, he suddenly fancied to come and see for
himself. He was not an Abolitionist, nor a Secessionist, nor one of those
unfortunate, restless people, who are forever stirring up old difficulties.
He had an idea that the Union ought to be preserved in the first place; and
then, whatever else could be done to advance the interests of the human
race in general, without injury to our national interests, should be
attended to. He was always a good-tempered man, and was particularly
pleasant this afternoon, having on an entire new suit of clothes, each
article, even the shirt-collar, fitting in the most faultless manner.
As he walked along, he noticed the colored man advancing towards him, and
observed, too, what I forgot to mention, that he held a cigar, and every
now and then put it to his mouth, emitting afterwards a perfect cloud of
smoke.
The thought occurred to him that the man did not intend to turn out of the
way for anybody, and as they were in a line, he determined not to deviate
one way or the other, but just observe what this favorite of fashion would
do
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