For four or five
days, we have had as beautiful weather here as can be had anywhere out of Eden.
We shall have a
crowded week; public business pressing, which can hardly be postponed without
arresting the wheels of Government; private claims urging attention, and
seeking any sleepy mood of the House to steal in and get something from the
full pockets of Uncle Sam; and members, tired, disgusted, and homesick,
deserting their seats, and going home. In some States, the elections will come
on very soon; and such of the members as are candidates will feel too anxious
about their own private political fortunes to stay longer and attend to the
public business. It will be a most deplorable sight, such combinations of
selfish interests, and such dissolving of combinations whenever new interests
intervene. It is a sad spectacle, I assure you; but I am telling tales out of
school.
It is twelve
o'clock. One week from this hour, no matter what is going on, an orator in the
midst of a speech, or the Speaker himself with a vote but half declared, as
soon as twelve o'clock comes, down will come the hammer, and this session of
Congress will be adjourned. Let it come!
SOURCE: Mary Tyler
Peabody Mann, Life of Horace Mann, p. 333-4
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