Not having full faith in the novel and dangerous railroad, I stuck to the coach, and in the night reached Gadsby's Hotel in Washington City.
The next morning I hunted up Mr.Ewing, and found him boarding with a mess of Senators at Mrs.Hill's, corner of Third and C Streets, and transferred my trunk to the same place.

I spent a week in Washington, and think I saw more of the place in that time than I ever have since in the many years of residence there.

General Jackson was President, and was at the zenith of his fame.

I recall looking at him a full hour, one morning, through the wood railing on Pennsylvania Avenue, as he paced up and down the gravel walk on the north front of the White House.

He wore a cap and an overcoat so full that his form seemed smaller than I had expected.