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A VISITOR AT WASHINGTON.
KEEP OUT OF HERE, SIR!
thirty-eight miles from Baltimore to the capital, and so you have only been insulted three times (provided you are not in a sleeping car the average is higher, there): once when you renewed your ticket after stopping over in Baltimore, once when you were about to enter the "ladies' car" without knowing it was a lady's car, and once when you asked the conductor at what hour you would reach Washington.
You are assailed by a long rank of hackmen who shake their whips in your face as you step out upon the sidewalk; you enter what they regard as a "carriage," in the capital, and you wonder why they do not take it out of service and put it in the museum: we have few enough antiquities, and
AN OLD ONE.
