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     MR. ROOSEVELT (says the Washington correspondent of the Standard) is the most cultured of recent occupants of the White House, but also the most democratic in manners. Mr. McKinley was more conventional than is Mr. Roosevelt, whose lineage is more aristocratic and whose associations are more exclusive. Mr. Roosevelt walks to and from the White House absolutely alone, wearing the familiar rough-rider hat, and he rides with a single chosen companion—on Saturday it was General Wood—at a gallop in secluded places, the General with pistol-pockets bulged on both sides. Mr. Roosevelt dashes in and out of the Executive Mansion apartments so rapidly that few attendants are able to anticipate his movements quickly enough even to open a door. And he transacts business with a celerity, certainty and confidence never equalled by any incumbent in the first few days of office. To appeals to use a carriage or have a secret service guard he turns a deaf ear. Isolation is impossible. There is no protection against a bullet from an assailant ready to forfeit his life. Popular respect and affection and public patriotism are still the only guards practicable for American Presidents. Several Southern Congressmen were among those who gave Mr. Roosevelt his first three hours’ experience of handshaking, and they pledged to him the support of the South. Mr. Roosevelt snapped his fingers and said: “I am President of the United States, not of any section. I care nothing for sectional lines. When I was Governor I was allowed four Army appointments. I named three from the South and one from New York. In my regiment were more sons of Confederates than of Union soldiers. Half my blood is Southern, my mother being a descendant of a President of the Provincial Congress of Georgia. I have lived West, and belong to the East. I feel I represent the entire country.”