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are genuine or pinchbeck。 We forget that whatever a Southerner
likes the rest of the human race likes； and that there is no law of
predilection lodged in one people that is absent from another people。
There is no variety in the human race。 We are all children；
all children of the one Adam； and we love toys。 We can soon acquire
that Southern disease if some one will give it a start。 It already
has a start； in fact。 I have been personally acquainted with over
eighty…four thousand persons who； at one time or another in their lives；
have served for a year or two on the staffs of our multitudinous
governors； and through that fatality have been generals temporarily；
and colonels temporarily； and judge…advocates temporarily； but I
have known only nine among them who could be hired to let the title
go when it ceased to be legitimate。 I know thousands and thousands
of governors who ceased to be governors away back in the last century；
but I am acquainted with only three who would answer your letter
if you failed to call them 〃Governor〃 in it。 I know acres and acres
of men who have done time in a legislature in prehistoric days；
but among them is not half an acre whose resentment you would not
raise if you addressed them as 〃Mr。〃 instead of 〃Hon。〃 The first thing
a legislature does is to convene in an impressive legislative attitude；
and get itself photographed。 Each member frames his copy and takes
it to the woods and hangs it up in the most aggressively conspicuous
place in his house； and if you visit the house and fail to inquire
what that accumulation is； the conversation will be brought around
to it by that aforetime legislator； and he will show you a figure
in it which in the course of years he has almost obliterated
with the smut of his finger…marks； and say with a solemn joy； 〃It's me！〃
Have you ever seen a country Congressman enter the hotel breakfast…room
in Washington with his letters？and sit at his table and let on
to read them？and wrinkle his brows and frown statesman…like？
keeping a furtive watch…out over his glasses all the while to see
if he is being observed and admired？those same old letters
which he fetches in every morning？ Have you seen it？ Have you
seen him show off？ It is THE sight of the national capital。
Except one； a pathetic one。 That is the ex…Congressman： the poor
fellow whose life has been ruined by a two…year taste of glory
and of fictitious consequence； who has been superseded； and ought
to take his heartbreak home and hide it； but cannot tear himself
away from the scene of his lost little grandeur； and so he lingers；
and still lingers； year after year； unconsidered； sometimes snubbed；
ashamed of his fallen estate； and valiantly trying to look otherwise；
dreary and depressed； but counterfeiting breeziness and gaiety；
hailing with chummy familiarity； which is not always welcomed；
the more…fortunes who are still in place and were once his mates。
Have you seen him？ He clings piteously to the one little shred that
is left of his departed distinctionthe 〃privilege of the floor〃；
and works it hard and gets what he can out of it。 That is the saddest
figure I know of。
Yes； we do so love our little distinctions！ And then we loftily
scoff at a Prince for enjoying his larger ones； forgetting that if we
only had his chanceah！ 〃Senator〃 is not a legitimate title。
A Senator has no more right to be addressed by it than have you
or I； but； in the several state capitals and in Washington；
there are five thousand Senators who take very kindly to
that fiction； and who purr gratefully when you call them by it
which you may do quite unrebuked。 Then those same Senators smile
at the self…constructed majors and generals and judges of the South！
Indeed； we do love our distinctions； get them how we may。
And we work them for all they are worth。 In prayer we call
ourselves 〃worms of the dust；〃 but it is only on a sort of tacit
understanding that the remark shall not be taken at par。 WE
worms of the dust！ Oh； no； we are not that。 Except in fact；
and we do not deal much in fact when we are contemplating ourselves。
As a race； we do certainly love a lordlet him be Croker； or a duke；
or a prize…fighter； or whatever other personage shall chance to be the
head of our group。 Many years ago； I saw a greasy youth in overalls
standing by the HERALD office； with an expectant look in his face。
Soon a large man passed out； and gave him a pat on the shoulder。
That was what the boy was waiting forthe large man's notice。
The pat made him proud and happy； and the exultation inside of him
shone out through his eyes； and his mates were there to see the pat
and envy it and wish they could have that glory。 The boy belonged
down cellar in the press…room； the large man was king of the
upper floors； foreman of the composing…room。 The light in the boy's
face was worship； the foreman was his lord； head of his group。
The pat was an accolade。 It was as precious to the boy as it would
have been if he had been an aristocrat's son and the accolade had
been delivered by his sovereign with a sword。 The quintessence
of the honor was all there； there was no difference in values；
in truth there was no difference present except an artificial one
clothes。
All the human race loves a lordthat is； loves to look upon
or be noticed by the possessor of Power or Conspicuousness；
and sometimes animals； born to better things and higher ideals；
descend to man's level in this matter。 In the Jardin des Plantes
I have see a cat that was so vain of being the personal friend
of an elephant that I was ashamed of her。