No maid-of-all-work in a cheap boarding-house was ever more harassed.
Everyone conspired against him.

His enemies gave him no peace.

All Washington was laughing at his blunders, and ribald sheets, published on a Sunday, took delight in printing the new Chief Magistrate's sayings and doings, chronicled with outrageous humour, and placed by malicious hands where the President could not but see them.

He was sensitive to ridicule, and it mortified him to the heart to find that remarks and acts, which to him seemed sensible enough, should be capable of such perversion.

Then he was overwhelmed with public business.