In the text, which is part of the series 'Letters from a trip around the world', Washington DC is mentioned, where the author mentions, apart from the general information about this city itself, monuments. Among these are two monuments commemorating Poles - the Pulaski Monument and the Kosciuszko Monument. The text is accompanied by relevant photographs (Source: "Ziemia. Tygodnik Krajoznawczy Ilustrowany', Warsaw 1913, no. 49, pp. 5-6, after: Wielkopolska Biblioteka Cyfrowa).

A modernised reading of the text.

Letters from a journey around the world.
IV. Washington.

New York likes to title itself the Paris of America - in which case Philadelphia could be called the Boat or the Ozorkow of America. In any case, after the uproarious, narcissistic N. York, after the terrible boredom of Quaker Philadelphia, it is only in Washington that one breathes "Europe". The magnificent public edifices, the imposing Capitol, where the government of the country is in charge (they pronounce it "kapitaC" here, which is undoubtedly closer to the truth), the seclusion and residence of the "White House", the magnificent post office building, the white marble of the Library of Congress, the museums, the ministries, the splendour of a truly European, because there is no American at all. They are only now learning to use it; the old National Museum was of hideous red brick, like the market halls of a second-rate town; the new one is of white marble. There is a tall tower on the post office building, which, after all, is a thing of superfluity rather than necessary necessity. The picture galleries here are exceedingly interesting; whether it be called the Public Gallery or the National Gallery, it is all the same, for it will only be an exhibition of private collections, and thus nothing can be systematised by school or nationality; it must always be the James Lowndes Collection, the Harriet Lane Johnston Collection, the W. A. Slatter Collection, the William T. Evans Collection, &c., all put together it is called the National Gallery. Horrors, too, happen in monuments: in N. York some distinguished husband stands on Aster Place and holds his finger up, as if to say: "watch out that you don't get run over!" But that's even smaller: the distinguished husband is cast in iron (!), so he has a rusty just-tube, falling over rusty trousers, and a rusty nose is sticking up over a rusty beard... despair. The statue of General Sherman, on the other hand, is completely gilded: a golden angel with a golden palm tree leads a golden horse with a golden general. Gold cap, gold coat, gold shoes and gold, and gold...

The kind-hearted Geldhab used to say:
Who has gold where he has overstepped? To his face everywhere,
So on my li beryl six gallons will be.

The Washington monuments differ favourably from the New York ones, and among them I naturally sought mine out first. On Pennsylvania Avenue stands an equestrian statue of Pulaski. The inscriptions are modest: Brigadier General Casimir Pulaski 1747-1779, Fell in battle at Savannah, on the sides the names of the places where he fought, and on the back: Brigadier General U.S., Marshal General Poland. This one word only recalls the homeland. The statue was erected by the Congress of the States and made by Kazimierz Chosenski. In front of the White House is the trembling Madison Place. Here on the four corners stand monuments to foreigners who fought for the independence of the States. So standing here are La Fayette and Rochambeau, the French, Bar. Steuben, a Prussian, and our beloved Commander-in-Chief. Congress erected monuments to the French and the Prussian, and the poor treasury of the United States did not have enough funds for Kosciuszko, so the Poles, namely the Polish National Union, erected him with their own money. And it was a good thing too, because the Americans would not have done so well. Kościuszko would not have had this melancholy in his eyes and mouth, and there would not have been a Krakus with a scythe standing next to the monument, so tall, so bulky, so imposing in his cornet with a feather threaded through it, wearing a broad Krakow belt. The monument is truly beautiful and gloriously testifies to its creator Popiel. The inscription on one side: Saratoga, Raclawice on the other and a dedication from the Union to the United States. It's perfect that the Americans didn't do it, because it wouldn't have been so beautiful. I was in Washington for three days and started each day with a hike to my loved ones. Every morning I was with them and we were all well, and when the golden autumn leaves fell from the maples, they fell under Kosciuszko's feet and on the blacksmith's cap and on my burqas, and I was seemingly well, and seemingly - like those poor, weighed down leaves.