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SEWARD</b></a><br /> + <a href="#ABRAHAM_LINCOLN"><b>ABRAHAM LINCOLN</b></a><br /></p> + +<p><a name="III_Page_vii"></a></p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="THE_LITTLE_JOURNEYS_CAMP"></a></p><h2>THE LITTLE JOURNEYS CAMP</h2> + +<h3>BERT HUBBARD</h3> + +<div class="blkquot"><p>A little more patience, a little more charity for all, a +little more devotion, a little more love; with less bowing +down to the past, and a silent ignoring of pretended +authority; a brave looking forward to the future with +more faith in our fellows, and the race will be ripe for +a great burst of light and life.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 20em;'>—<i>Elbert Hubbard</i></span> +</p></div><p><a name="III_Page_viii"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-1.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-1_th.jpg" alt="THE LITTLE JOURNEYS CAMP" /></a></p><p class="ctr">THE LITTLE JOURNEYS CAMP</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_ix"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>It was not built with the idea of ever +becoming a place in history: simply +a boys' cabin in the woods.</p> + +<p>Fibe, Rich, Pie and Butch were the +bunch that built it.</p> + +<p>Fibe was short for Fiber, and we +gave him that name because his real +name was Wood. Rich got his name +from being a mudsock. Pie got his because he was a +regular pieface. And they called me Butch for no reason +at all except that perhaps my great-great-grandfather +was a butcher.</p> + +<p>We were a fine gang of youngsters, all about thirteen +years, wise in boys' deviltry. What we didn't know +about killing cats, breaking window-panes in barns, +stealing coal from freight-cars, and borrowing eggs +from neighboring hencoops without consent of the +hens, wasn't worth the knowing.</p> + +<p>There used to be another boy in the gang, Skinny. One +day when we ran away to the swimming-hole after +school, this other little fellow didn't come back with us.</p> + +<p>You see, there was the little-kids' swimmin'-hole and +the big-kids' swimmin'-hole. The latter was over our +heads. Well, Skinny swung out on the rope hanging +from the cottonwood-tree on the bank of the big-kids' +hole. Somehow he lost his head and fell in.<a name="III_Page_x"></a></p> + +<p>None of us could swim, and he was too far out to reach. +There was nothing to help him with, so we just had to +watch him struggle till he had gone down three times. +And there where we last saw him a lot of bubbles came +up. The inquiry before the Justice of Peace with our +fathers, which followed, put fright in our bones, and the +sight of the old creek was a nightmare for months to +come. After that we decided to keep to the hills and +woods. This necessitated a hut. But we had no lumber +with which to build it.</p> + +<p>However, there were three houses going up in town—and +surely they could spare a few boards. So after dark +we got out old Juliet and the spring-wagon and made +several visits to the new houses. The result was that in +about a week we had enough lumber to frame the cabin.</p> + +<p>Our site was about three miles from town, high up +on the Adams Farm. After many evening trips with the +old mare and much figuring we had the thing done, all +but the windows, door, and shingles on the roof. Well, +I knew where there was an old door and two window-sash +taken off our chicken-house to let in the air during +Summer. And one rainy night three bunches of shingles +found their way from Perkins' lumber-yard to the foot +of the hill on the Adams Farm.</p> + +<p>In another five days the place was finished. It was ten +by sixteen, and had four bunks, two windows, a paneled +front door, a back entrance and a porch—altogether a +rather pretentious camp for a gang of young ruffians.<a name="III_Page_xi"></a></p> + +<p>But it was a labor of love, and we certainly had worked +mighty hard. Our love was given particularly to the +three house-builders and to Perkins, down in town.</p> + +<p>Of course we had to have a stove.</p> + +<p>This we got from Bowen's hardware-store for two dollars +and forty cents. He wanted four dollars, and we +argued for some time. The stove was a secondhand one +and good only for scrap-iron anyway. Scrap was worth +fifty cents a hundred, and this stove weighed only two +hundred fifty, so we convinced the man our offer was +big. At that we made him throw in a frying-pan.</p> + +<p>For dishes and cutlery, I believe each of our mothers' +pantries contributed. Then a stock of grub was confiscated. +The storeroom in the Phalansterie furnished +Heinz beans, chutney, and a few others of the fifty-seven. +John had run an ad in "The Philistine" for +Heinz and taken good stuff in exchange.</p> + +<p>For four years after that, this old camp was kept stocked +with eats all the time. We would hike out Friday after +school and stay till Sunday night. At Christmas-time +we would spend the week's vacation there.</p> + +<p>Many times had I tried to get my Father to go out and +stay overnight. But he wouldn't go. One time, though, +I did not come home when I had promised, so Father +rode out on Garnett to find me. Instead of my coming +back with him he just unsaddled and turned Garnett +loose in the woods and stayed overnight.</p> + +<p>We gave him the big bunk with two red quilts, and he +<a name="III_Page_xii"></a>stuck it out. Next morning we had fried apples, ham +and coffee for breakfast.</p> + +<p>What there was about it I did not understand, but John +was a very frequent visitor after that.</p> + +<p>You know we called Father, John, because he said that +wasn't his name.</p> + +<p>He used to come up in the evening and would bring +the Red One or Sammy the Artist or Saint Jerome the +Sculptor. Once he brought Michael Monahan and John +Sayles the Universalist preacher.</p> + +<p>Mike didn't like it.</p> + +<p>The field-mice running on the rafters overhead at night +chilled his blood. He called them terrible beasts.</p> + +<p>From then on we youngsters were gradually deprived of +our freedom at camp. These visitors were too numerous +for us and we had to seek other fields of adventure.</p> + +<p>John got to going out to the camp to get away from +visitors at the Shop. He found the place quiet and +comforting. The woods gave him freedom to think and +write. It so developed that he would spend about four +days a month there, writing the "Little Journey" for +the next month. How many of his masterpieces were +written at the Camp I can not say, but for several years +it was his Retreat and he used it constantly.</p> + +<p>He reminded us boys several times when we kicked, +that he had a good claim on it—for didn't he furnish +the door and the window-frames?</p> + +<p>I never suspected he would recognize them.</p><p><a name="III_Page_1"></a><a name="III_Page_2"></a><a name="III_Page_3"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="GEORGE_WASHINGTON"></a></p><h2>GEORGE WASHINGTON</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_4"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>He left as fair a reputation as ever belonged to a +human character.... Midst all the sorrowings +that are mingled on this melancholy occasion I venture +to assert that none could have felt his death with more +regret than I, because no one had higher opinions of +his worth.... There is this consolation, though, +to be drawn, that while living no man could be more +esteemed, and since dead none is more lamented.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Washington, on the Death of Tilghman</i></span> +</p></div> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-2.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-2_th.jpg" alt="GEORGE WASHINGTON" /></a></p><p class="ctr">GEORGE WASHINGTON</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_5"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>Dean Stanley has said that all +the gods of ancient mythology were +once men, and he traces for us the +evolution of a man into a hero, the +hero into a demigod, and the demigod +into a divinity. By a slow process, +the natural man is divested +of all our common faults and frailties; +he is clothed with superhuman attributes and +declared a being separate and apart, and is lost to us +in the clouds.</p> + +<p>When Greenough carved that statue of Washington +that sits facing the Capitol, he unwittingly showed how +a man may be transformed into a Jove.</p> + +<p>But the world has reached a point when to be human +is no longer a cause for apology; we recognize that the +human, in degree, comprehends the divine.</p> + +<p>Jove inspires fear, but to Washington we pay the tribute +of affection. Beings hopelessly separated from us are +not ours: a god we can not love, a man we may. We +know Washington as well as it is possible to know any +man. We know him better, far better, than the people +who lived in the very household with him. We have his +diary showing "how and where I spent my time"; we +have his journal, his account-books (and no man was +ever a more painstaking accountant); we have hundreds +<a name="III_Page_6"></a>of his letters, and his own copies and first drafts of +hundreds of others, the originals of which have been +lost or destroyed.</p> + +<p>From these, with contemporary +history, we are able to make up a close estimate of the +man; and we find him human—splendidly human. By +his books of accounts we find that he was often imposed +upon, that he loaned thousands of dollars to people +who had no expectation of paying; and in his last will, +written with his own hand, we find him canceling these +debts, and making bequests to scores of relatives; +giving freedom to his slaves, and acknowledging his +obligation to servants and various other obscure persons. +He was a man in very sooth. He was a man in +that he had in him the appetites, the ambitions, the +desires of a man. Stewart, the artist, has said, "All of +his features were indications of the strongest and most +ungovernable passions, and had he been born in the +forest, he would have been the fiercest man among +savage tribes."</p> + +<p>But over the sleeping volcano of his temper he kept +watch and ward, until his habit became one of gentleness, +generosity, and shining, simple truth; and, behind +all, we behold his unswerving purpose and steadfast +strength.</p> + +<p>And so the object of this sketch will be, not to show the +superhuman Washington, the Washington set apart, +but to give a glimpse of the man Washington who +aspired, feared, hoped, loved and bravely died.</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_7"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The first biographer of George Washington +was the Reverend Mason L. Weems. If you +have a copy of Weems' "Life of Washington," +you had better wrap it in chamois and +place it away for your heirs, for some time it will command +a price. Fifty editions of Weems' book were +printed, and in its day no other volume approached it +in point of popularity. In American literature, Weems +stood first. To Weems are we indebted for the hatchet +tale, the story of the colt that was broken and killed +in the process, and all those other fine romances of +Washington's youth. Weems' literary style reveals the +very acme of that vicious quality of untruth to be +found in the old-time Sunday-school books. Weems +mustered all the "Little Willie" stories he could find, +and attached to them Washington's name, claiming to +write for "the Betterment of the Young," as if in +dealing with the young we should carefully conceal the +truth. Possibly Washington could not tell a lie, but +Weems was not thus handicapped.</p> + +<p>Under a mass of silly moralizing, he nearly buried the +real Washington, giving us instead a priggish, punk +youth, and a Madame Tussaud, full-dress general, with +a wax-works manner and a wooden dignity.</p> + +<p>Happily, we have now come to a time when such +authors as Mason L. Weems and John S.C. Abbott are +no longer accepted as final authorities. We do not discard +them, but, like Samuel Pepys, they are retained +<a name="III_Page_8"></a>that they may contribute to the gaiety of nations.</p> + +<p>Various violent efforts have been made in days agone +to show that Washington was of "a noble line"—as if +the natural nobility of the man needed a reason—forgetful +that we are all sons of God, and it doth not yet +appear what we shall be. But Burke's "Peerage" lends +no light, and the careful, unprejudiced, patient search +of recent years finds only the blood of the common +people.</p> + +<p>Washington himself said that in his opinion the history +of his ancestors "was of small moment and a subject +to which, I confess, I have paid little attention."</p> + +<p>He had a bookplate and he had also a coat of arms +on his carriage-door. The Reverend Mr. Weems has +described Washington's bookplate thus: "Argent, two +bar gules in chief, three mullets of the second. Crest, +a raven with wings, indorsed proper, issuing out of a +ducal coronet, or."</p><p><a name="III_Page_9"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Mary Ball was the second wife of Augustine +Washington. In his will the good man +describes this marriage, evidently with a +wink, as "my second Venture." And it is +sad to remember that he did not live to know that his +"Venture" made America his debtor. The success of +the union seems pretty good argument in favor of +widowers marrying. There were four children in the +family, the oldest nearly full grown, when Mary Ball +came to take charge of the household. She was twenty-seven, +her husband ten years older. They were married +March Sixth, Seventeen Hundred Thirty-one, and on +February Twenty-second of the following year was +born a man child and they named him George.</p> + +<p>The Washingtons were plain, hard-working people—land-poor. +They lived in a small house that had three +rooms downstairs and an attic, where the children slept, +and bumped their heads against the rafters if they sat +up quickly in bed.</p> + +<p>Washington got his sterling qualities from the Ball +family, and not from the tribe of Washington. George +was endowed by his mother with her own splendid +health and with all the sturdy Spartan virtues of her +mind. In features and in mental characteristics, he +resembled her very closely. There were six children born +to her in all, but the five have been nearly lost sight of +in the splendid success of the firstborn.</p> + +<p>I have used the word "Spartan" advisedly. Upon her +<a name="III_Page_10"></a>children, the mother of Washington lavished no soft +sentimentality. A woman who cooked, weaved, spun, +washed, made the clothes, and looked after a big family +in pioneer times had her work cut out for her. The +children of Mary Washington obeyed her, and when +told to do a thing never stopped to ask why—and the +same fact may be said of the father.</p> + +<p>The girls wore linsey-woolsey dresses, and the boys +tow suits that consisted of two pieces, which in Winter +were further added to by hat and boots. If the weather +was very cold, the suits were simply duplicated—a boy +wearing two or three pairs of trousers instead of one.</p> + +<p>The mother was the first one up in the morning, the +last one to go to rest at night. If a youngster kicked off +the covers in his sleep and had a coughing spell, she +arose and looked after him. Were any sick, she not only +ministered to them, but often watched away the long, +dragging hours of the night.</p> + +<p>And I have noticed that these sturdy mothers in Israel, +who so willingly give their lives that others may live, +often find vent for overwrought feelings by scolding; +and I, for one, cheerfully grant them the privilege. +Washington's mother scolded and grumbled to the day +of her death. She also sought solace by smoking a pipe. +And this reminds me that a noted specialist in neurotics +has recently said that if women would use the weed +moderately, tired nerves would find repose and nervous +prostration would be a luxury unknown. Not being +<a name="III_Page_11"></a>much of a smoker myself, and knowing nothing about +the subject, I give the item for what it is worth.</p> + +<p>All the sterling, classic virtues of industry, frugality and +truth-telling were inculcated by this excellent mother, +and her strong commonsense made its indelible impress +upon the mind of her son.</p> + +<p>Mary Washington always regarded George's judgment +with a little suspicion; she never came to think of him +as a full-grown man; to her he was only a big boy. +Hence, she would chide him and criticize his actions +in a way that often made him very uncomfortable. +During the Revolutionary War she followed his record +closely: when he succeeded she only smiled, said something +that sounded like "I told you so," and calmly +filled her pipe; when he was repulsed she was never +cast down. She foresaw that he would be made President, +and thought "he would do as well as anybody."</p> + +<p>Once, she complained to him of her house in Fredericksburg; +he wrote in answer, gently but plainly, that +her habits of life were not such as would be acceptable +at Mount Vernon. And to this she replied that she had +never expected or intended to go to Mount Vernon, +and moreover would not, no matter how much urged—a +declination without an invitation that must have caused +the son a grim smile. In her nature was a goodly trace +of savage stoicism that took a satisfaction in concealing +the joy she felt in her son's achievement; for that her +life was all bound up in his we have good evidence.</p> + +<p><a name="III_Page_12"></a>Washington looked after her wants and supplied her +with everything she needed, and, as these things often +came through third parties, it is pretty certain she did +not know the source; at any rate she accepted everything +quite as her due, and shows a half-comic ingratitude +that is very fine.</p> + +<p>When Washington started for New York to be inaugurated +President, he stopped to see her. She donned a +new white cap and a clean apron in honor of the visit, +remarking to a neighbor woman who dropped in that +she supposed "these great folks expected something a +little extra." It was the last meeting of mother and son. +She was eighty-three at that time and "her boy" +fifty-five. She died not long after.</p> + +<p>Samuel Washington, the brother two years younger +than George, has been described as "small, sandy-whiskered, +shrewd and glib." Samuel was married five +times. Some of the wives he deserted and others deserted +him, and two of them died, thus leaving him twice a +sad, lorn widower, from which condition he quickly +extricated himself. He was always in financial straits +and often appealed to his brother George for loans. In +Seventeen Hundred Eighty-one we find George Washington +writing to his brother John, "In God's name! +how has Samuel managed to get himself so enormously +in debt?" The remark sounds a little like that of +Samuel Johnson, who on hearing that Goldsmith was +owing four hundred pounds exclaimed, "Was ever poet +<a name="III_Page_13"></a>so trusted before?"</p> + +<p>Washington's ledger shows that +he advanced his brother Samuel two thousand dollars, +"to be paid back without interest." But Samuel's ship +never came in, and in Washington's will we find the +debt graciously and gracefully discharged.</p> + +<p>Thornton Washington, a son of Samuel, was given a +place in the English army at George Washington's +request; and two other sons of Samuel were sent to +school at his expense. One of the boys once ran away +and was followed by his uncle George, who carried a +goodly birch with intent to "give him what he deserved"; +but after catching the lad the uncle's heart melted, and +he took the runaway back into favor. An entry in +Washington's journal shows that the children of his +brother Samuel cost him fully five thousand dollars.</p> + +<p>Harriot, one of the daughters of Samuel, lived in the +household at Mount Vernon and evidently was a great +cross, for we find Washington pleading as an excuse for +her frivolity that "she was not brung up right, she has +no disposition, and takes no care of her clothes, which +are dabbed about in every corner, and the best are +always in use. She costs me enough!"</p> + +<p>And this was about as near a complaint as the Father +of his Country, and the father of all his poor relations, +ever made. In his ledger we find this item: "By Miss +Harriot Washington, gave her to buy wedding-clothes, +$100.00." It supplied the great man joy to write that +line, for it was the last of Harriot. He furnished a fine +<a name="III_Page_14"></a>wedding for her, and all the servants had a holiday, and +Harriot and her unknown lover were happy ever afterwards—so +far as we know.</p> + +<p>From Seventeen Hundred Fifty to Seventeen Hundred +Fifty-nine, Washington was a soldier on the frontier, +leaving Mount Vernon and all his business in charge of +his brother John. Between these two there was a +genuine bond of affection. To George this brother was +always, "Dear Jack," and when John married, George +sends "respectful greetings to your Lady," and afterwards +"love to the little ones from their Uncle." And +in one of the dark hours of the Revolution, George +writes from New Jersey to this brother: "God grant +you health and happiness. Nothing in this world would +add so to mine as to be near you." John died in Seventeen +Hundred Eighty-seven, and the President of the +United States writes in simple, undisguised grief of +"the death of my beloved brother."</p> + +<p>John's eldest son, Bushrod, was Washington's favorite +nephew. He took a lively interest in the boy's career, +and taking him to Philadelphia placed him in the law-office +of Judge James Wilson. He supplied Bushrod with +funds, and wrote him many affectionate letters of +advice, and several times made him a companion on +journeys. The boy proved worthy of it all, and developed +into a strong and manly man—quite the best of all +Washington's kinsfolk. In later years, we find Washington +asking his advice in legal matters and excusing +<a name="III_Page_15"></a>himself for being such a "troublesome, non-paying +client." In his will the "Honorable Bushrod Washington" +is named as one of the executors, and to him +Washington left his library and all his private papers, +besides a share in the estate. Such confidence was a +fitting good-by from the great and loving heart of a +father to a son full worthy of the highest trust.</p> + +<p>Of Washington's relations with his brother Charles, +we know but little. Charles was a plain, simple man +who worked hard and raised a big family. In his will +Washington remembers them all, and one of the sons +of Charles we know was appointed to a position upon +Lafayette's staff on Washington's request.</p> + +<p>The only one of Washington's family that resembled +him closely was his sister Betty. The contour of her +face was almost identical with his, and she was so proud +of it that she often wore her hair in a queue and donned +his hat and sword for the amusement of visitors. Betty +married Fielding Lewis, and two of her sons acted as +private secretaries to Washington while he was President. +One of these sons—Lawrence Lewis—married +Nellie Custis, the adopted daughter of Washington and +granddaughter of Mrs. Washington, and the couple, by +Washington's will, became part-owners of Mount +Vernon. The man who can figure out the exact relationship +of Nellie Custis' children to Washington deserves a +medal.</p> + +<p>We do not know much of Washington's father: if he +<a name="III_Page_16"></a>exerted any special influence on his children we do not +know it. He died when George was eleven years old, +and the boy then went to live at the "Hunting Creek +Place" with his half-brother Lawrence, that he might +attend school. Lawrence had served in the English navy +under Admiral Vernon, and, in honor of his chief, +changed the name of his home and called it Mount +Vernon. Mount Vernon then consisted of twenty-five +hundred acres, mostly a tangle of forest, with a small +house and log stables. The tract had descended to +Lawrence from his father, with provision that it should +fall to George if Lawrence died without issue. Lawrence +married, and when he died, aged thirty-two, he left a +daughter, Mildred, who died two years later. Mount +Vernon then passed to George Washington, aged +twenty-one, but not without a protest from the widow +of Lawrence, who evidently was paid not to take the +matter into the courts. Washington owned Mount +Vernon for forty-six years, just one-half of which time +was given to the service of his country. It was the +only place he ever called "home," and there he sleeps.<a name="III_Page_17"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>When Washington was fourteen, his schooldays +were over. Of his youth we know but +little. He was not precocious, although physically +he developed early; but there was no +reason why the neighbors should keep tab on him and +record anecdotes. They had boys of their own just as +promising. He was tall and slender, long-armed, with +large, bony hands and feet, very strong, a daring horseman, +a good wrestler, and, living on the banks of a +river, he became, as all healthy boys must, a good +swimmer.</p> + +<p>His mission among the Indians in his twenty-first year +was largely successful through the personal admiration +he excited among the savages. In poise, he was equal +to their best, and ever being a bit proud, even if not +vain, he dressed for the occasion in full Indian regalia, +minus only the war-paint. The Indians at once recognized +his nobility, and named him "Conotancarius"—Plunderer +of Villages—and suggested that he take to +wife an Indian maiden, and remain with them as chief.</p> + +<p>When he returned home, he wrote to the Indian +agent, announcing his safe arrival and sending greetings +to the Indians. "Tell them," he says, "how happy it +would make Conotancarius to see them, and take +them by the hand."</p> + +<p>His wish was gratified, for the Indians took him at his +word, and fifty of them came to him, saying, "Since +you could not come and live with us, we have come to +<a name="III_Page_18"></a>live with you." They camped on the green in front of +the residence, and proceeded to inspect every room in +the house, tested all the whisky they could find, appropriated +eatables, and were only induced to depart after +all the bedclothes had been dyed red, and a blanket or +a quilt presented to each.</p> + +<p>Throughout his life Washington had a very tender +spot in his heart for women. At sixteen, he writes with +all a youth's solemnity of "a hurt of the heart uncurable." +And from that time forward there is ever some +"Faire Mayde" to be seen in the shadow. In fact, +Washington got along with women much better than +with men; with men he was often diffident and awkward, +illy concealing his uneasiness behind a forced +dignity; but he knew that women admired him, and +with them he was at ease. When he made that first +Western trip, carrying a message to the French, he +turns aside to call on the Indian princess, Aliguippa. +In his journal, he says, "presented her a Blanket and +a Bottle of Rum, which latter was thought the much +best Present of the 2."</p> + +<p>In his expense-account we find items like these: "Treating +the ladys 2 shillings." "Present for Polly 5 shillings." +"My share for Music at the Dance 3 shillings." +"Lost at Loo 5 shillings." In fact, like most Episcopalians, +Washington danced and played cards. His favorite +game seems to have been "Loo"; and he generally +played for small stakes, and when playing with "the<a name="III_Page_19"></a> +Ladys" usually lost, whether purposely or because +otherwise absorbed, we know not.</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Fifty-six, he made a horseback +journey on military business to Boston, stopping a +week going and on the way back at New York. He +spent the time at the house of a former Virginian, +Beverly Robinson, who had married Susannah Philipse, +daughter of Frederick Philipse, one of the rich men of +Manhattan. In the household was a young woman, +Mary Philipse, sister of the hostess. She was older than +Washington, educated, and had seen much more of +polite life than he. The tall, young Virginian, fresh +from the frontier, where he had had horses shot under +him, excited the interest of Mary Philipse, and Washington, +innocent but ardent, mistook this natural +curiosity for a softer sentiment and proposed on the +spot. As soon as the lady got her breath he was let +down very gently.</p> + +<p>Two years afterwards Mary Philipse married Colonel +Roger Morris, in the king's service, and cards were +duly sent to Mount Vernon. But the whirligig of time +equalizes all things, and, in Seventeen Hundred Seventy-six, +General Washington, Commander of the Continental +Army, occupied the mansion of Colonel Morris, +the Colonel and his lady being fugitive Tories. In his +diary, Washington records this significant item: "Dined +at the house lately Colonel Roger Morris confiscated +and the occupation of a common Farmer."<a name="III_Page_20"></a></p> + +<p>Washington always attributed his defeat at the hands +of Mary Philipse to being too precipitate and "not +waiting until ye ladye was in ye mood." But two years +later we find him being even more hasty and this time +with success, which proves that all signs fail in dry +weather, and some things are possible as well as others. +He was on his way to Williamsburg to consult physicians +and stopped at the residence of Mrs. Daniel Parke Custis +to make a short call—was pressed to remain to tea, did +so, proposed marriage, and was graciously accepted. +We have a beautiful steel engraving that immortalizes +this visit, showing Washington's horse impatiently +waiting at the door.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Custis was a widow with two children. She was +twenty-six, and the same age as Washington within +three months. Her husband had died seven months +before. In Washington's cash-account for May, Seventeen +Hundred Fifty-eight, is an item, "one Engagement +Ring £2.16.0."</p> + +<p>The happy couple were married eight months later, +and we find Mrs. Washington explaining to a friend +that her reason for the somewhat hasty union was that +her estate was getting in a bad way and a man was +needed to look after it. Our actions are usually right, +but the reasons we give seldom are; but in this case no +doubt "a man was needed," for the widow had much +property, and we can not but congratulate Martha +Custis on her choice of "a man." She owned fifteen +<a name="III_Page_21"></a>thousand acres of land, many lots in the city of Williamsburg, +two hundred negroes, and some money on +bond; all the property being worth over one hundred +thousand dollars—a very large amount for those days. +Directly after the wedding, the couple moved to Mount +Vernon, taking a good many of the slaves with them. +Shortly after, arrangements were under way to rebuild +the house, and the plans that finally developed into +the present mansion were begun.</p> + +<p>Washington's letters and diary contain very few references +to his wife, and none of the many visitors to +Mount Vernon took pains to testify either to her wit +or to her intellect. We know that the housekeeping +at Mount Vernon proved too much for her ability, +and that a woman was hired to oversee the household. +And in this reference a complaint is found from the +General that "housekeeper has done gone and left +things in confusion." He had his troubles.</p> + +<p>Martha's education was not equal to writing a presentable +letter, for we find that her husband wrote the first +draft of all important missives that it was necessary +for her to send, and she copied them even to his mistakes +in spelling. Very patient was he about this, and +even when he was President and harried constantly +we find him stopping to acknowledge for her "an +invitation to take some Tea," and at the bottom of the +sheet adding a pious bit of finesse, thus: "The President +requests me to send his compliments and only regrets +<a name="III_Page_22"></a>that the pressure of affairs compels him to forego the +Pleasure of seeing you."</p> + +<p>After Washington's death, his wife destroyed the +letters he had written her—many hundred in number—an +offense the world is not yet quite willing to forget, +even though it has forgiven.<a name="III_Page_23"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Although we have been told that when +Washington was six years old he could not +tell a lie, yet he afterwards partially overcame +the disability. On one occasion he +writes to a friend that the mosquitoes of New Jersey +"can bite through the thickest boot," and though a +contemporary clergyman, greatly flurried, explains +that he meant "stocking," we insist that the statement +shall stand as the Father of his Country expressed it. +Washington also records without a blush, "I announced +that I would leave at 8 and then immediately gave +private Orders to go at 5, so to avoid the Throng." +Another time when he discharged an overseer for incompetency +he lessened the pain of parting by writing +for the fellow "a Character."</p> + +<p>When he went to Boston and was named as Commander +of the Army, his chief concern seemed to be how he +would make peace with Martha. Ho! ye married men! +do you understand the situation? He was to be away +for a year, two, or possibly three, and his wife did not +have an inkling of it. Now, he must break the news to +her.</p> + +<p>As plainly shown by Cabot Lodge and other historians, +there was much rivalry for the office, and it was only +allotted to the South as a political deal after much +bickering. Washington had been a passive but very +willing candidate, and after a struggle his friends +secured him the prize—and now what to do with<a name="III_Page_24"></a> +Martha! Writing to her, among other things he says, +"You may believe me, my dear Patsy, when I assure +you in the most solemn manner that so far from seeking +the appointment I have done all in my power to avoid +it." The man who will not fabricate a bit in order to +keep peace with the wife of his bosom is not much of a +man. But "Patsy's" objections were overcome, and +beyond a few chidings and sundry complainings, she +did nothing to block the great game of war.</p> + +<p>At Princeton, Washington ordered campfires to be +built along the brow of a hill for a mile, and when the +fires were well lighted, he withdrew his army, marched +around to the other side, and surprised the enemy at +daylight. At Brooklyn, he used masked batteries, and +presented a fierce row of round, black spots painted on +canvas that, from the city, looked like the mouths of +cannon at which men seek the bauble reputation. It is +said he also sent a note threatening to fire these sham +cannon, on receiving which the enemy hastily moved +beyond range. Perceiving afterwards that they had +been imposed upon, the brave English sent word to +"shoot and be damned." Evidently, Washington considered +that all things are fair in love and war.</p> + +<p>Washington talked but little, and his usual air was one +of melancholy that stopped just short of sadness. All +this, with the firmness of his features and the dignity +of his carriage, gave the impression of sternness and +severity. And these things gave rise to the popular +<a name="III_Page_25"></a>conception that he had small sense of humor; yet he +surely was fond of a quiet smile.</p> + +<p>At one time, Congress insisted that a standing army +of five thousand men was too large; Washington replied +that if England would agree never to invade this +country with more than three thousand men, he would +be perfectly willing that our army should be reduced +to four thousand.</p> + +<p>When the King of Spain, knowing he was a farmer, +thoughtfully sent him a present of a jackass, Washington +proposed naming the animal in honor of the donor; +and in writing to friends about the present, draws +invidious comparisons between the gift and the giver. +Evidently, the joke pleased him, for he repeats it in +different letters; thus showing how, when he sat down +to clear his desk of correspondence, he economized +energy by following a form. So, we now find letters +that are almost identical, even to jokes, sent to persons +in South Carolina and in Massachusetts. Doubtless +the good man thought they would never be compared, +for how could he foresee that an autograph-dealer in +New York would eventually catalog them at twenty-two +dollars fifty cents each, or that a very proper but +half-affectionate missive of his to a Faire Ladye would +be sold by her great-granddaughter for fifty dollars?</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Ninety-three there were on +the Mount Vernon plantation three hundred seventy +head of cattle, and Washington appends to the report +<a name="III_Page_26"></a>a sad regret that, with all this number of horned beasts, +he yet has to buy butter. There is also a fine, grim +humor shown in the incident of a flag of truce coming +in at New York, bearing a message from General +Howe, addressed to "Mr. Washington." The General +took the letter from the hand of the redcoat, glanced +at the superscription, and said: "Why, this letter is +not for me! It is directed to a planter in Virginia. I'll +keep it and give it to him at the end of the war." Then, +cramming the letter into his pocket, he ordered the +flag of truce out of the lines and directed the gunners +to stand by. In an hour, another letter came back +addressed to "His Excellency, General Washington."</p> + +<p>It was not long after this a soldier brought to Washington +a dog that had been found wearing a collar +with the name of General Howe engraved on it. Washington +returned the dog by a special messenger with a +note reading, "General Washington sends his compliments +to General Howe, and begs to return one dog +that evidently belongs to him." In this instance, I am +inclined to think that Washington acted in sober good +faith, but was the victim of a practical joke on the part +of one of his aides.</p> + +<p>Another remark that sounds like a joke, but perhaps +was not one, was when, on taking command of the +army at Boston, the General writes to his lifelong +friend, Doctor Craik, asking what he can do for him, +and adding a sentiment still in the air: "But these<a name="III_Page_27"></a> +Massachusetts people suffer nothing to go by them +that they can lay their hands on." In another letter +he pays his compliments to Connecticut thus: "Their +impecunious meanness surpasses belief." When Cornwallis +surrendered at Yorktown, Washington refused +to humiliate him and his officers by accepting their +swords. He treated Cornwallis as his guest, and even +"gave a dinner in his honor." At this dinner, Rochambeau +being asked for a toast gave "The United States." +Washington proposed "The King of France." Cornwallis +merely gave "The King," and Washington, +putting the toast, expressed it as Cornwallis intended, +"The King of England," and added a sentiment of +his own that made even Cornwallis laugh—"May he +stay there!" Washington's treatment of Cornwallis +made him a lifelong friend. Many years after, when +Cornwallis was Governor-General of India, he sent a +message to his old antagonist, wishing him "prosperity +and enjoyment," and adding, "As for myself, I am yet +in troubled waters."<a name="III_Page_28"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Once in a century, possibly, a being is born +who possesses a transcendent insight, and +him we call a "genius." Shakespeare, for +instance, to whom all knowledge lay open; +Joan of Arc; the artist Turner; Swedenborg, the mystic—these +are the men who know a royal road to geometry; +but we may safely leave them out of account when we +deal with the builders of a State, for among statesmen +there are no geniuses.</p> + +<p>Nobody knows just what a genius is or what he may +do next; he boils at an unknown temperature, and +often explodes at a touch. He is uncertain and therefore +unsafe. His best results are conjured forth, but +no man has yet conjured forth a Nation—it is all slow, +patient, painstaking work along mathematical lines. +Washington was a mathematician and therefore not a +genius. We call him a great man, but his greatness was +of that sort in which we all can share; his virtues were +of a kind that, in degree, we too may possess. Any man +who succeeds in a legitimate business works with the +same tools that Washington used. Washington was +human. We know the man; we understand him; we +comprehend how he succeeded, for with him there +were no tricks, no legerdemain, no secrets. He is very +near to us.</p> + +<p>Washington is indeed first in the hearts of his countrymen. +Washington has no detractors. There may come +a time when another will take first place in the affections +<a name="III_Page_29"></a>of the people, but that time is not yet ripe. Lincoln +stood between men who now live and the prizes they +coveted; thousands still tread the earth whom he benefited, +and neither class can forgive, for they are of clay. +But all those who lived when Washington lived are +gone; not one survives; even the last body-servant, +who confused memory with hearsay, has departed +babbling to his rest.</p> + +<p>We know all of Washington we will ever know; there +are no more documents to present, no partisan witnesses +to examine, no prejudices to remove. His purity +of purpose stands unimpeached; his steadfast earnestness +and sterling honesty are our priceless examples.</p> + +<p>We love the man.</p> + +<p>We call him Father.</p><p><a name="III_Page_30"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="BENJAMIN_FRANKLIN"></a></p><h2>BENJAMIN FRANKLIN</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_31"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>I will speak ill of no man, not even in matter of truth; +but rather excuse the faults I hear charged upon +others, and upon proper occasion speak all the good I +know of everybody.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Franklin's Journal</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_32"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-3.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-3_th.jpg" alt="BENJAMIN FRANKLIN" /></a></p><p class="ctr">BENJAMIN FRANKLIN</p><p><a name="III_Page_33"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>Benjamin Franklin was twelve +years old. He was large and strong +and fat and good-natured, and +had a full-moon face and red cheeks +that made him look like a country +bumpkin. He was born in Boston +within twenty yards of the church +called "Old South," but the Franklins +now lived at the corner of Congress and Hanover +Streets, where to this day there swings in the breeze a +gilded ball, and on it the legend, "Josiah Franklin, +Soap-Boiler."</p> + +<p>Benjamin was the fifteenth child in the family; and +several having grown to maturity and flown, there +were thirteen at the table when little Ben first sat in +the high chair. But the Franklins were not superstitious, +and if little Ben ever prayed that another would be +born, just for luck, we know nothing of it. His mother +loved him very much and indulged him in many ways, +for he was always her baby boy, but the father thought +that because he was good-natured he was also lazy and +should be disciplined.</p> + +<p>Once upon a time the father was packing a barrel of +beef in the cellar, and Ben was helping him, and as the +father always said grace at table, the boy suggested he +ask a blessing, once for all, on the barrel of beef and +<a name="III_Page_34"></a>thus economize breath. But economics along that line +did not appeal to Josiah Franklin, for this was early +in Seventeen Hundred Eighteen, and Josiah was a +Presbyterian and lived in Boston.</p> + +<p>The boy was not +religious, for he never "went forward," and only went +to church because he had to, and read "Plutarch's Lives" +with much more relish than he did "Saints' Rest." But +he had great curiosity and asked questions until his +mother would say, "Goodness gracious, go and play!"</p> + +<p>And as the boy wasn't very religious or very fond +of work, his father and mother decided that there were +only two careers open for him: the mother proposed +that he be made a preacher, but his father said, send +him to sea.</p> + +<p>To go to sea under a good strict captain +would discipline him, and to send him off and put +him under the care of the Reverend Doctor Thirdly +would answer the same purpose—which course should +be pursued? But Pallas Athene, who was to watch over +this lad's destinies all through life, preserved him from +either.</p> + +<p>His parents' aspirations extended even to his becoming +captain of a schooner or pastor of the First Church at +Roxbury. And no doubt he could have sailed the +schooner around the globe in safety, or filled the pulpit +with a degree of power that would have caused consternation +to reign in the heart of every other preacher in +town; but Fate saved him that he might take the Ship +of State, when she threatened to strand on the rocks +<a name="III_Page_35"></a>of adversity, and pilot her into peaceful waters, and to +preach such sermons to America that their eloquence +still moves us to better things.</p> + +<p>Parents think that what they say about their children +goes, and once in an awfully long time it does, but the +men who become great and learned usually do so in +spite of their parents—which remark was first made by +Martin Luther, but need not be discredited on that +account.</p> + +<p>Ben's oldest brother was James. Now, James was nearly +forty; he was tall and slender, stooped a little, and had +sandy whiskers, and a nervous cough, and positive +ideas on many subjects—one of which was that he was +a printer. His apprentice, or "devil," had left him, +because the devil did not like to be cuffed whenever +the compositor shuffled his fonts. James needed another +apprentice, and proposed to take his younger brother +and make a man of him if the old folks were willing. +The old folks were willing and Ben was duly bound by +law to his brother, agreeing to serve him faithfully, as +Jacob served Laban, for seven years and two years +more.</p> + +<p>Science has explained many things, but it has not yet +told why it sometimes happens that when seventeen +eggs are hatched, the brood will consist of sixteen barnyard +fowls and one eagle.</p> + +<p>James Franklin was a man of small capacity, whimsical, +jealous and arbitrary. But if he cuffed his apprentice<a name="III_Page_36"></a> +Benjamin when the compositor blundered, and when +he didn't, it was his legal right; and the master who +did not occasionally kick his apprentices was considered +derelict to duty. The boy ran errands, cleaned the +presses, swept the shop, tied up bundles, did the tasks +that no one else would do; and incidentally "learned +the case." Then he set type, and after a while ran a +press. And in those days a printer ranked considerably +above a common mechanic. A man who was a printer +was a literary man, as were the master printers of London +and Venice. A printer was a man of taste. All editors +were printers, and usually composed the matter as +they set it up in type. Thus we now have the expressions: +a "composing-room," a "composing-stick," etc. +People once addressed "Mr. Printer," not "Mr. Editor," +and when they met "Mr. Printer" on the street +removed their hats—but not in Philadelphia.</p> + +<p>Young Franklin felt a proper degree of pride in his work, +if not vanity. In fact, he himself has said that vanity is +a good thing, and whenever he saw it come flaunting +down the street, always made way, knowing that there +was virtue somewhere back of it—out of sight perhaps, +but still there. James, being a brother, had no confidence +in Ben's intellect, so when Ben wrote short +articles on this and that, he tucked them under the door +so that James would find them in the morning. James +showed these articles to his friends, and they all voted +them very fine, and concluded they must have been +<a name="III_Page_37"></a>written by Doctor So-and-So, Ph.D., who, like Lord +Bacon, was a very modest man and did not care to see +his name in print.</p> + +<p>Yet, by and by, it came out who it was that wrote the +anonymous "hot stuff," and then James did not think +it was quite so good as he at first thought, and moreover, +declared he knew whose it was all the time. Ben was +eighteen and had read Montaigne, and Collins, and +Shaftesbury, and Hume. When he wrote he expressed +thoughts that then were considered very dreadful, but +that can now be heard proclaimed even in good orthodox +churches. But Ben had wit and to spare, and he +leveled it at government officials and preachers, and +these gentlemen did not relish the jokes—people seldom +relish jokes at their own expense—and they sought to +suppress the newspaper that the Franklin brothers +published.</p> + +<p>The blame for all the trouble James heaped upon Benjamin, +and all the credit for success he took to himself. +James declared that Ben had the big head—and he +probably was right; but he forgot that the big head, like +mumps and measles and everything else in life, is self-limiting +and good in its way. So, to teach Ben his proper +place, James reminded him that he was only an apprentice, +with three years yet to serve, and that he should +be seen seldom and not heard all the time, and that if +he ran away he would send a constable after him and +fetch him back.<a name="III_Page_38"></a></p> + +<p>Ben evidently had a mind open to suggestive influences, +for the remark about running away prompted him to +do so. He sold some of his books and got himself +secreted on board a ship about to sail for New York.</p> + +<p>Arriving at New York, in three days he found the +broad-brimmed Dutch had small use for printers and +no special admiration for the art preservative; and he +started for Philadelphia.</p> + +<p>Every one knows how he landed in a small boat at the +foot of Market Street with only a few coppers in his +pocket, and made his way to a bakeshop and asked for +a threepenny loaf of bread, and being told they had no +threepenny loaves, then asked for threepenny's worth of +any kind of bread, and was given three loaves. Where is +the man who in a strange land has not suffered rather +than reveal his ignorance before a shopkeeper? When I +was first in England and could not compute readily in +shillings and pence, I would toss out a gold piece when +I made a purchase and assume a 'igh and 'aughty mien. +And that Philadelphia baker probably died in blissful +ignorance of the fact that the youth who was to be +America's pride bought from him three loaves of bread +when he wanted only one.</p> + +<p>The runaway Ben had a downy beard all over his face, +and as he took his three loaves and walked up Market +Street, with a loaf under each arm, munching on the +third, he was smiled upon in merry mirth by the buxom +Deborah Read, as she stood in the doorway of her +<a name="III_Page_39"></a>father's house. Yet Franklin got even with her, for +some months after, he went back that way and courted +her, grew to love him, and they "exchanged +promises," he says. After some months of work and +love-making, Franklin sailed away to England on a +wild-goose chase. He promised to return soon and +make Deborah his wife. But he wrote only one solitary +letter to the broken-hearted girl and did not come back +for nearly two years.<a name="III_Page_40"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Time is the great avenger as well as educator; +only the education is usually deferred until it +no longer avails in this incarnation, and is +valuable only for advice—and nobody wants +advice. Deathbed repentances may be legal-tender for +salvation in another world, but for this they are below +par, and regeneration that is postponed until the man +has no further capacity to sin is little better. For sin +is only perverted power, and the man without capacity +to sin neither has ability to do good—isn't that so? +His soul is a Dead Sea that supports neither ameba +nor fish, neither noxious bacilli nor useful life. Happy is +the man who conserves his God-given power until +wisdom and not passion shall direct it. So, the younger +in life a man makes the resolve to turn and live, the +better for that man and the better for the world.</p> + +<p>Once upon a time Carlyle took Milburn, the blind +preacher, out on to Chelsea embankment and showed +the sightless man where Franklin plunged into the +Thames and swam to Blackfriars Bridge. "He might +have stayed here," said Thomas Carlyle, "and become +a swimming-teacher, but God had other work for him!" +Franklin had many opportunities to stop and become +a victim of arrested development, but he never embraced +the occasion. He could have stayed in Boston +and been a humdrum preacher, or a thrifty sea-captain, +or an ordinary printer; or he could have remained in +London, and been, like his friend Ralph, a clever writer +<a name="III_Page_41"></a>of doggerel, and a supporter of the political party that +would pay the most.</p> + +<p>Benjamin Franklin was twenty years old when he +returned from England. The ship was beaten back by +headwinds and blown out of her course by blizzards, +and becalmed at times, so it took eighty-two days to +make the voyage. A worthy old clergyman tells me this +was so ordained and ordered that Benjamin might have +time to meditate on the follies of youth and shape his +course for the future, and I do not argue the case, +for I am quite willing to admit that my friend, the +clergyman, has the facts.</p> + +<p>Yes, we must be "converted," "born again," "regenerated," +or whatever you may be pleased to call it. +Sometimes—very often—it is love that reforms a man, +sometimes sickness, sometimes sore bereavement.</p> + +<p>Doctor Talmage says that with Saint Paul it was a +sunstroke, and this may be so, for surely Saul of Tarsus +on his way to Damascus to persecute Christians was not +in love. Love forgives to seventy times seven and +persecutes nobody.</p> + +<p>We do not know just what it was that turned Franklin; +he had tried folly—we know that—and he just seems +to have anticipated Browning and concluded:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"It's wiser being good than bad;<br /></span> +<span>It's safer being meek than fierce;<br /></span> +<span>It's better being sane than mad."<br /></span> +</div></div><p><a name="III_Page_42"></a></p> + +<p>On this voyage the young printer was thrust down into +the depths and made to wrestle with the powers of +darkness; and in the remorse of soul that came over +him he made a liturgy to be repeated night and morning, +and at midday. There were many items in this +ritual—all of which were corrected and amended from +time to time in after-years. Here are a few paragraphs +that represent the longings and trend of the lad's heart. +His prayer was:</p> + +<p>"That I may have tenderness for the meek; that I may +be kind to my neighbors, good-natured to my companions +and hospitable to strangers. Help me, O God!</p> + +<p>"That I may be averse to craft and overreaching, abhor +extortion and every kind of weakness and wickedness. +Help me, O God!</p> + +<p>"That I may have constant regard to honor and +probity; that I may possess an innocent and good +conscience, and at length become truly virtuous and +magnanimous. Help me, O God!</p> + +<p>"That I may refrain from calumny and detraction; that +I may abhor deceit, and avoid lying, envy and fraud, +flattery, hatred, malice and ingratitude. Help me, O +God!".</p> + +<p>Then, in addition, he formed rules of conduct and wrote +them out and committed them to memory. The maxims +he adopted are old as thought, yet can never become +antiquated, for in morals there is nothing either new +or old, neither can there be.<a name="III_Page_43"></a></p> + +<p>On that return voyage from England, he inwardly +vowed that his first act on getting ashore would be to +find Deborah Read and make peace with her and his +conscience. And true to his vow, he found her, but she +was the wife of another. Her mother believed that +Franklin had run away simply to get rid of her, and the +poor girl, dazed and forlorn, bereft of will, had been +induced to marry a man by the name of Rogers, who +was a potter and also a potterer, but who Franklin +says was "a very good potter."</p> + +<p>After some months, +Deborah left the potter, because she did not like to be +reproved with a strap, and went home to her mother.</p> + +<p>Franklin was now well in the way of prosperity, aged +twenty-four, with a little printing business, plans plus, +and ambitions to spare. He had had his little fling in +life, and had done various things of which he was +ashamed; and the foolish things that Deborah had done +were no worse than those of which he had been guilty. +So he called on her, and they talked it over and made +honest confessions that are good for the soul. The +potter disappeared—no one knew where—some said he +was dead, but Benjamin and Deborah did not wear +mourning. They took rumor's word for it, and thanked +God, and went to a church and were married.</p> + +<p>Deborah brought to the firm a very small dowry; and +Benjamin contributed a bright baby boy, aged two +years, captured no one knows just where. This boy was +William Franklin, who grew up into a very excellent +<a name="III_Page_44"></a>man, and the worst that can be said of him is that he +became Governor of New Jersey. He loved and respected +his father, and called Deborah mother, and loved her +very much. And she was worthy of all love, and ever +treated him with tenderness and gentlest considerate +care. Possibly a blot on the 'scutcheon may, in the working +of God's providence, not always be a dire misfortune, +for it sometimes has the effect of binding broken +hearts as nothing else can, as a cicatrice toughens the +fiber.</p> + +<p>Deborah had not much education, but she had good, +sturdy commonsense, which is better if you are forced +to make choice. She set herself to help her husband in +every way possible, and so far as I know, never sighed +for one of those things you call "a career." She even +worked in the printing-office, folding, stitching, and +doing up bundles.</p> + +<p>Long years afterward, when Franklin was Ambassador +of the American Colonies in France, he told with pride +that the clothes he wore were spun, woven, cut out, and +made into garments—all by his wife's own hands. +Franklin's love for Deborah was very steadfast. +Together they became rich and respected, won world-wide +fame, and honors came that way such as no +American before or since has ever received.</p> + +<p>And when I say, "God bless all good women who help +men do their work," I simply repeat the words once used +by Benjamin Franklin when he had Deborah in mind.<a name="III_Page_45"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>When Franklin was forty-two, he had accumulated +a fortune of seventy-five thousand +dollars. It gave him an income of about four +thousand dollars a year, which he said was +all he wanted; so he sold out his business, intending to +devote his entire energies to the study of science and +languages. He had lived just one-half his days; and had +he then passed out, his life could have been summed up +as one of the most useful that ever has been lived. He +had founded and been the life of the Junto Club—the +most sensible and beneficent club of which I ever +heard.</p> + +<p>The series of questions asked at every meeting of the +Junto, so mirror the life and habit of thought of Franklin +that we had better glance at a few of them:</p> + +<ol> +<li>Have you read over these queries this morning, in +order to consider what you might have to offer the +Junto, touching any one of them?</li> + +<li>Have you met with anything in the author you last +read, remarkable, or suitable to be communicated to +the Junto; particularly in history, morality, poetry, +physics, travels, mechanical arts, or other parts of +knowledge?</li> + +<li>Do you know of a fellow-citizen, who has lately done +a worthy action, deserving praise and imitation; or +who has lately committed an error, proper for us to be +warned against and avoid?</li> + +<li>What unhappy effects of intemperance have you +<a name="III_Page_46"></a>lately observed or heard; of imprudence, of passion, or +of any other vice or folly?</li> + +<li>What happy effects of temperance, of prudence, of +moderation, or of any other virtue?</li> + +<li>Do you think of anything at present in which the +members of the Junto may be serviceable to mankind, +to their country, to their friends, or to themselves?</li> + +<li>Hath any deserving stranger arrived in town since +last meeting that you have heard of? And what have +you heard or observed of his character or merits? And +whether, think you, it lies in the power of the Junto to +oblige him, or encourage him as he deserves?</li> + +<li>Do you know of any deserving young beginner, lately +set up, whom it lies in the power of the Junto in any +way to encourage?</li> + +<li>Have you lately observed any defect in the laws of +your country, of which it would be proper to move the +legislature for an amendment? Or do you know of any +beneficial law that is wanting?</li> + +<li>Have you lately observed any encroachment on the +just liberties of the people?</li> + +<li>In what manner can the Junto, or any of its members, +assist you in any of your honorable designs?</li> + +<li>Have you any weighty affair on hand in which you +think the advice of the Junto may be of service?</li> + +<li>What benefits have you lately received from any +man not present?</li> + +<li>Is there any difficulty in matters of opinion, of +<a name="III_Page_47"></a>justice and injustice, which you would gladly have +discussed at this time?</li> +</ol> + + +<p>The Junto led to the establishment, by Franklin, of the +Philadelphia Public Library, which became the parent +of all public libraries in America. He also organized and +equipped a fire-company; paved and lighted the streets +of Philadelphia; established a high school and an +academy for the study of English branches; founded the +Philadelphia Public Hospital; invented the toggle-joint +printing-press, the Franklin Stove, and various other +useful mechanical devices.</p> + +<p>After his retirement from business, Franklin enjoyed +seven years of what he called leisure, but they were +years of study and application; years of happiness and +sweet content, but years of aspiration and an earnest +looking into the future. His experiments with kite and +key had made his name known in all the scientific +circles of Europe, and his suggestive writings on the +subject of electricity had caused Goethe to lay down his +pen and go to rubbing amber for the edification of all +Weimar.</p> + +<p>Franklin was in correspondence with the +greatest minds of Europe, and what his "Poor Richard +Almanac" had done for the plain people of America, +his pamphlets were now doing for the philosophers of +the Old World.</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Fifty-four, he wrote a treatise +showing the Colonies that they must be united, and this +was the first public word that was to grow and crystallize +<a name="III_Page_48"></a>and become the United States of America. Before that, +the Colonies were simply single, independent, jealous +and bickering overgrown clans. Franklin showed for the +first time that they must unite in mutual aims.</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Fifty-seven, matters were +getting a little strained between the Province of +Pennsylvania and England. "The lawmakers of England +do not understand us—some one should go there +as an authorized agent to plead our cause," and Franklin +was at once chosen as the man of strongest personality +and soundest sense. So Franklin went to England and +remained there for five years as agent for the Colonies.</p> + +<p>He then returned home, but after two years the +Stamp Act had stirred up the public temper to a degree +that made revolution imminent, and Franklin again +went to England to plead for justice. The record of the +ten years he now spent in London is told by Bancroft +in a hundred pages. Bancroft is very good, and! have +no desire to rival him, so suffice it to say that Franklin +did all that any man could have done to avert the +coming War of the Revolution. Burke has said that +when he appeared before Parliament to be examined +as to the condition of things in America, it was like a +lot of schoolboys interrogating the master.</p> + +<p>With the voice and tongue of a prophet, Franklin +foretold the English people what the outcome of their +treatment of America would be. Pitt and a few others +knew the greatness of Franklin, and saw that he was +<a name="III_Page_49"></a>right, but the rest smiled in derision.</p> + +<p>He sailed for +home in Seventeen Hundred Seventy-five, and urged +the Continental Congress to the Declaration of +Independence, of which he became a signer. Then the +war came, and had not Franklin gone to Paris and made +an ally of France, and borrowed money, the Continental +Army could not have been maintained in the field.</p> + +<p>He remained in France for nine years, and was the pride +and pet of the people. His sound sense, his good humor, +his distinguished personality, gave him the freedom of +society everywhere. He had the ability to adapt himself +to conditions, and was everywhere at home.</p> + +<p>Once, he attended a memorable banquet in Paris +shortly after the close of the Revolutionary War. +Among the speakers was the English Ambassador, who +responded to the toast, "Great Britain." The Ambassador +dwelt at length on England's greatness, and +likened her to the sun that sheds its beneficent rays on +all. The next toast was "America," and Franklin was +called on to respond. He began very modestly by saying: +"The Republic is too young to be spoken of in terms +of praise; her career is yet to come, and so, instead of +America, I will name you a man, George Washington—the +Joshua who successfully commanded the sun to +stand still." The Frenchmen at the board forgot the +courtesy due their English guest, and laughed needlessly +loud.</p> + +<p>Franklin was regarded in Paris as the man who had both +<a name="III_Page_50"></a>planned the War of the Revolution, and fought it. +They said, "He despoiled the thunderbolt of its danger +and snatched sovereignty out of the hand of King +George of England." No doubt that his ovation was +largely owing to the fact that he was supposed to have +plucked whole handfuls of feathers from England's +glory, and surely they were pretty nearly right.</p> + +<p>In point of all-round development, Franklin must stand +as the foremost American. The one intent of his mind +was to purify his own spirit, to develop his intellect +on every side, and make his body the servant of his +soul. His passion was to acquire knowledge, and the +desire of his heart was to communicate it.</p> + +<p>The writings of Franklin—simple, clear, concise, direct, +impartial, brimful of commonsense—form a model +which may be studied by every one with pleasure and +profit. They should constitute a part of the curriculum +of every college and high school that aspires to cultivate +in its pupils a pure style and correct literary taste.</p> + +<p>We know of no man who ever lived a fuller life, a +happier life, a life more useful to other men, than +Benjamin Franklin. For forty-two years he gave the +constant efforts of his life to his country, and during all +that time no taint of a selfish action can be laid to his +charge. Almost his last public act was to petition +Congress to pass an act for the abolition of slavery. +He died in Seventeen Hundred Ninety, and as you walk +up Arch Street, Philadelphia, only a few squares from +<a name="III_Page_51"></a>the spot where stood his printing-shop, you can see the +place where he sleeps.</p> + +<p>The following epitaph, written by himself, not, +however, appear on the simple monument that marks +his grave:</p> + + +<p class="ctr"> The Body<br /> + of<br /> + Benjamin Franklin, Printer<br /> + (Like the cover of an old book,<br /> + Its contents torn out,<br /> + And stripped of its lettering and gilding,)<br /> + Lies here food for worms.<br /> + Yet the work itself shall not be lost,<br /> + For it will (as he believes) appear once<br /> + more<br /> + In a new<br /> + And more beautiful Edition<br /> + Corrected and Amended<br /> + By<br /> + The Author.</p> + +<p><a name="III_Page_52"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="THOMAS_JEFFERSON"></a></p><h2>THOMAS JEFFERSON</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_53"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>If I could not go to Heaven but with a Party, I would +not go there at all.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Jefferson, in a Letter to Madison</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_54"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-4.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-4_th.jpg" alt="THOMAS JEFFERSON" /></a></p><p class="ctr">THOMAS JEFFERSON</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_55"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>William and Mary College +was founded in Sixteen Hundred +Ninety-two by the persons whose +names it bears. The founders bestowed +on it an endowment that +would have been generous had there +not been attached to it sundry strings +in way of conditions.</p> + +<p>The intent +was to make Indians Episcopalians, and white students +clergymen; and the assumption being that between the +whites and the aborigines there was little difference, +the curriculum was an ecclesiastic medley.</p> + +<p>All the teachers were appointed by the Bishop of London, +and the places were usually given to clergymen +who were not needed in England.</p> + +<p>To this college, in Seventeen Hundred Sixty, came +Thomas Jefferson, a tall, red-haired youth, aged seventeen. +He had a sharp nose and a sharp chin; and a +youth having these has a sharp intellect—mark it well.</p> + +<p>This boy had not been "sent" to college. He came +of his own accord from his home at Shadwell, five days' +horseback journey through the woods. His father was +dead, and his mother, a rare gentle soul, was an invalid.</p> + +<p>Death is not a calamity "per se," nor is physical +weakness necessarily a curse, for out of these seeming +unkind conditions Nature often distils her finest +<a name="III_Page_56"></a>products. The dying injunction of a father may impress +itself upon a son as no example of right living ever can, +and the physical disability of a mother may be the +means that work for excellence and strength. The last-expressed +wish of Peter Jefferson was that his son +should be well educated, and attain to a degree of +useful manliness that the father had never reached. +And into the keeping of this fourteen-year-old youth +the dying man, with the last flicker of his intellect, +gave the mother, sisters and baby brother.</p> + +<p>We often hear of persons who became aged in a single +night, their hair turning from dark to white; but I have +seen death thrust responsibility upon a lad and make +of him a man between the rising of the sun and its +setting. When we talk of "right environment" and +the "proper conditions" that should surround growing +youth, we fan the air with words—there is no such +thing as a universal right environment.</p> + +<p>An appreciative chapter might here be inserted concerning +those beings who move about only in rolling +chairs, who never see the winter landscape but through +windows, and who exert their gentle sway from an +invalid's couch, to which the entire household or neighborhood +come to confession or to counsel. And yet I +have small sympathy for the people who professionally +enjoy poor health, and no man more than I reverences +the Greek passion for physical perfection. But a close +study of Jefferson's early life reveals the truth that the +<a name="III_Page_57"></a>death of his father and the physical weakness of his +mother and sisters were factors that developed in him +a gentle sense of chivalry, a silken strength of will, and +a habit of independent thought and action that served +him in good stead throughout a long life.</p> + +<p>Williamsburg was then the capital of Virginia. It contained +only about a thousand inhabitants, but when +the Legislature was in session it was very gay.</p> + +<p>At one end of a wide avenue was the Capitol, and at +the other the Governor's "palace"; and when the city +of Washington was laid out, Williamsburg served as a +model. On Saturdays, there were horse-races on the +"Avenue"; everybody gambled; cockfights and dogfights +were regarded as manly diversions; there was +much carousing at taverns; and often at private houses +there were all-night dances where the rising sun found +everybody but the servants plain drunk.</p> + +<p>At the college, both teachers and scholars were obliged +to subscribe to the Thirty-nine Articles and to recite +the Catechism. The atmosphere was charged with +theology.</p> + +<p>Young Jefferson had never before seen a village of even +a dozen houses, and he looked upon this as a type of all +cities. He thought about it, talked about it, wrote about +it, and we now know that at this time his ideas concerning +city versus country crystallized.</p> + +<p>Fifty years after, when he had come to know London +and Paris, and had seen the chief cities of Christendom, +<a name="III_Page_58"></a>he repeated the words he had written in youth, "The +hope of a nation lies in its tillers of the soil!"</p> + +<p>On his mother's side he was related to the "first +families," but aristocracy and caste had no fascination +for him, and he then began forming those ideas of +utility, simplicity and equality that time only strengthened.</p> + +<p>His tutors and professors served chiefly as "horrible +examples," with the shining exception of Doctor Small. +The friendship that ripened between this man and +young Jefferson is an ideal example of what can be +done through the personal touch. Men are great only +as they excel in sympathy; and the difference between +sympathy and imagination has not yet been shown us.</p> + +<p>Doctor Small encouraged the young farmer from the +hills to think and to express himself. He did not endeavor +to set him straight or explain everything for +him, or correct all his vagaries, or demand that he +should memorize rules. He gave his affectionate sympathy +to the boy who, with a sort of feminine tenderness, +clung to the only person who understood him.</p> + +<p>To Doctor Small, pedigree and history unknown, let +us give the credit of being first in the list of friends that +gave bent to the mind of Jefferson. John Burke, in his +"History of Virginia," refers to Professor Small thus: +"He was not any too orthodox in his opinions." And +here we catch a glimpse of a formative influence in the +life of Jefferson that caused him to turn from the letter +<a name="III_Page_59"></a>of the law and cleave to the spirit that maketh alive. +After school-hours the tutor and the student walked +and talked, and on Saturdays and Sundays went on +excursions through the woods; and to the youth there +was given an impulse for a scientific knowledge of birds +and flowers and the host of life that thronged the forest. +And when the pair had strayed so far beyond the town +that darkness gathered and the stars came out, they +conversed of the wonders of the sky.</p> + +<p>The true scientist has no passion for killing things. He +says with Thoreau, "To shoot a bird is to lose it." +Professor Small had the gentle instinct that respects +life, and he refused to take that which he could not +give. To his youthful companion he imparted, in a +degree, the secret of enjoying things without the passion +for possession and the lust of ownership.</p> + +<p>There is a myth abroad that college towns are intellectual +centers; but the number of people in a college +town (or any other) who really think, is very few.</p> + +<p>Williamsburg was gay, and, this much said, it is needless +to add it was not intellectual. But Professor Small +was a thinker, and so was Governor Fauquier; and these +two were firm friends, although very unlike in many +ways. And to "the palace" of the courtly Fauquier, +Small took his young friend Jefferson. Fauquier was +often a master of the revels, but after his seasons of +dissipation he turned to Small for absolution and comfort. +At these times he seemed to Jefferson a paragon +<a name="III_Page_60"></a>of excellence. To the grace of the French he added the +earnestness of the English. He quoted Pope, and talked +of Swift, Addison and Thomson. Fauquier and Jefferson +became friends, although more than a score of years +and a world of experience separated them. Jefferson +caught a little of Fauquier's grace, love of books and +delight in architecture. But Fauquier helped him most +by gambling away all his ready money and getting +drunk and smoking strong pipes with his feet on the +table. And Jefferson then vowed he would never handle +a card, nor use tobacco, nor drink intoxicating liquors. +And in conversation with Small, he anticipated Buckle +by saying, "To gain leisure, wealth must first be secured; +but once leisure is gained, more people use it in +the pursuit of pleasure than employ it in acquiring +knowledge."<a name="III_Page_61"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Had Jefferson lived in a great city he would +have been an architect. His practical nature, +his mastery of mathematics, his love of +proportion, and his passion for music are the +basic elements that make a Christopher Wren. But +Virginia, in Seventeen Hundred Sixty-five, offered no +temptation to ambitions along that line; log houses with +a goodly "crack" were quite good enough, and if the +domicile proved too small the plan of the first was +simply duplicated. Yet a career of some kind young +Jefferson knew awaited him.</p> + +<p>About this time the rollicking Patrick Henry came +along. Patrick played the violin, and so did Thomas. +These two young men had first met on a musical basis. +Some otherwise sensible people hold that musicians are +shallow and impractical; and I know one man who +declares that truth and honesty and uprightness never +dwelt in a professional musician's heart; and further, +that the tribe is totally incapable of comprehending the +difference between "meum" and "tuum." But then +this same man claims that actors are rascals who have +lost their own characters in the business of playing they +are somebody else. And yet I'll explain for the benefit +of the captious that, although Thomas Jefferson and +Patrick Henry both fiddled, they never did and never +would fiddle while Rome burned. Music was with them +a pastime, not a profession.</p> + +<p>As soon as Patrick Henry arrived at Williamsburg, he +<a name="III_Page_62"></a>sought out his old friend Thomas Jefferson, because he +liked him—and to save tavern bill. And Patrick +announced that he had come to Williamsburg to be +admitted to the bar.</p> + +<p>"How long have you studied law?" asked Jefferson.</p> + +<p>"Oh, for six weeks last Tuesday," was the answer.</p> + +<p>Tradition has it that Jefferson advised Patrick to go +home and study at least a fortnight more before making +his application. But Patrick declared that the way to +learn law is to practise it, and he surely was right. +Most young lawyers are really never aware of how little +law they know until they begin to practise.</p> + +<p>But Patrick Henry was duly admitted, although George +Wythe protested. Then Patrick went back home to +tend bar (the other kind) for Laban, his father-in-law, +for full four years. He studied hard and practised a +little betimes—and his is the only instance that history +records of a barkeeper acquiring wisdom while following +his calling; but for the encouragement of budding youth +I write it down.<a name="III_Page_63"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>No doubt it was the example of Patrick Henry +that caused Jefferson to adopt his profession. +But it was the literary side of law that first +attracted him—not the practise of it. As a +speaker he was singularly deficient, a slight physical +malformation of the throat giving him a very poor and +uncertain voice. But he studied law, and after all it +does not make much difference what a man studies—all +knowledge is related, and the man who studies anything +if he keeps at it will become learned.</p> + +<p>So Jefferson studied in the office of George Wythe, and +absorbed all that Fauquier had to offer, and grew wise +in the companionship of Doctor Small. From a red-headed, +lean, lank, awkward mountaineer, he developed +into a gracious and graceful young man who has been +described as "auburn-haired." And the evolution from +being red-headed to having red hair, and from that to +being auburn-haired, proves he was the genuine article. +Still he was hot handsome—that word can not be used +to describe him until he was sixty—for he was freckled, +one shoulder wets higher than the other, and his legs +were so thin that they could not do justice to small-clothes.</p> + +<p>Yet it will not do to assume that thin men are weak, +any more than to take it for granted that fat men are +strong. Jefferson was as muscular as a panther and could +walk or ride or run six days and nights together. He +could lift from the floor a thousand pounds.<a name="III_Page_64"></a></p> + +<p>When twenty-four, he hung out his lawyer's sign under +that of George Wythe at Williamsburg. And clients +came that way with retainers, and rich planters sent +him business, and wealthy widows advised with him—and +still he could not make a speech without stuttering. +Many men can harangue a jury, and every village has +its orator; but where is the wise and silent man who will +advise you in a way that will keep you out of difficulty, +protect your threatened interests, and conduct the +affairs you may leave in his hands so as to return your +ten talents with other talents added! And I hazard +the statement, without heat or prejudice, that if the +experiment should be made with a thousand lawyers +in any one of our larger cities, four-fifths of them would +be found so deficient, either mentally, morally or both, +that if ten talents were placed in their hands, they +would not at the close of a year be able to account for +the principal, to say nothing of the interest. And the +bar of today is made up of a better class than it was in +Jefferson's time, even if it has not the intellectual fiber +that it had forty years ago.</p> + +<p>But at the early age of twenty-five, Jefferson was a wise +and skilful man in the world's affairs (and a man who is +wise is also honest), and men of this stamp do not +remain hidden in obscurity. The world needs just such +individuals and needs them badly. Jefferson had the +quiet, methodical industry that works without undue expenditure +of nervous force; that intuitive talent which +<a name="III_Page_65"></a>enables the possessor to read a whole page at a glance +and drop at once upon the vital point; and then he had +the ability to get his whole case on paper, marshaling +his facts in a brief, pointed way that served to convince +better than eloquence. These are the characteristics +that make for success in practise before our Courts of +Appeal; and Jefferson's success shows that they serve +better than bluster, even with a backwoods bench +composed of fox-hunting farmers.</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Sixty-eight, when Jefferson was +twenty-five, he went down to Shadwell and ran for +member of the Virginia Legislature. It was the proper +thing to do, for he was the richest man in the county, +being heir to his father's forty thousand acres, and it +was expected that he would represent his district. He +called on every voter in the parish, shook hands with +everybody, complimented the ladies, caressed the +babies, treated crowds at every tavern, and kept a large +punch-bowl and open house at home. He was elected. +On the Eleventh of May, Seventeen Hundred Sixty-nine, +the Legislature convened, with nearly a hundred +members present, Colonel George Washington being +one of the number. It took two days for the Assembly to +elect a Speaker and get ready for business. On the third +day, four resolutions were introduced—pushed to the +front largely through the influence of our new member.</p> + +<p>These resolutions were:</p> + +<ol> +<li>No taxation without representation.<a name="III_Page_66"></a></li> + +<li>The Colonies may concur and unite in seeking redress +for grievances.</li> + +<li>Sending accused persons away from their own +country for trial is an inexcusable wrong.</li> + +<li>We will send an address on these things to the King +beseeching his royal interposition.</li> +</ol> + + +<p>The resolutions were passed: they did not mean much +anyway, the opposition said. And then another resolution +was passed to this effect: "We will send a copy +of these resolutions to every legislative body on the +continent." That was a little stronger, but did not +mean much either.</p> + +<p>It was voted upon and passed.</p> + +<p>Then the Assembly adjourned, having dispatched a +copy of the resolutions to Lord Boutetourt, the newly +appointed Governor who had just arrived from London.</p> + +<p>Next day, the Governor's secretary appeared when +the Assembly convened, and repeated the following +formula: "The Governor commands the House to +attend His Excellency in the Council-Chamber." The +members marched to the Council-Chamber and stood +around the throne waiting the pleasure of His Lordship. +He made a speech which I will quote entire. "Mr. +Speaker and Gentlemen of the House of Burgesses: I +have heard your resolves, and augur ill of their effect. +You have made it my duty to dissolve you, and you are +dissolved accordingly."</p> + +<p>And that was the end of Jefferson's first term in office—<a name="III_Page_67"></a>the +reward for all the hand-shaking, all the caressing, +all the treating!</p> + +<p>The members looked at one another, but no one said +anything, because there was nothing to say. The +secretary made an impatient gesture with his hand to +the effect that they should disperse, and they did.</p> + +<p>Just how these legally elected representatives and now +legally common citizens took their rebuff we do not +know.</p> + +<p>Did Washington forget his usual poise and break out +into one of those swearing fits where everybody wisely +made way? And how did Richard Henry Lee like it, and +George Wythe, and the Randolphs? Did Patrick Henry +wax eloquent that afternoon in a barroom, and did +Jefferson do more than smile grimly, biding his time?</p> + +<p>Massachusetts kept a complete history of her political +heresies, but Virginia chased foxes and left the refinements +of literature to dilettantes. But this much we +know: Those country gentlemen did not go off peaceably +and quietly to race horses or play cards. The slap +in the face from the gloved hand of Lord Boutetourt +awoke every boozy sense of security and gave vitality +to all fanatical messages sent by Samuel Adams. +Washington, we are told, spoke of it as a bit of upstart +authority on the part of the new Governor; but Jefferson +with true prophetic vision saw the end.<a name="III_Page_68"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>One of the leading lawyers at Williamsburg, +against whom Jefferson was often pitted, was +John Wayles. I need not explain that lawyers +hotly opposed to each other in a trial are not +necessarily enemies. The way in which Jefferson conducted +his cases pleased the veteran Wayles, and he +invited Jefferson to visit him at his fine estate, called +"The Forest," a few miles out from Williamsburg. +Now, in the family of Mr. Wayles dwelt his widowed +daughter, the beautiful Martha Skelton, gracious and +rich as Jefferson in worldly goods. She played the spinet +with great feeling, and the spinet and the violin go very +well together. So, together, Thomas and Martha played, +and sometimes a bit of discord crept in, for Thomas was +absent-minded and, in the business of watching the +widow's fingers touch the keys, played flat.</p> + +<p>Long years before, he had liked and admired Becca, +gazed fondly at Sukey, and finally loved Belinda. He +did not tell her so, but he told John Page, and vowed +that if he did not wed Belinda he would go through +life solitary and alone. In a few months Belinda married +that detested being—another. Then it was he again +swore to his friend Page he would be true to her memory, +even though she had dissembled. But now he saw +that the widow Skelton had intellect, while Belinda +had been but clever; the widow had soul, while Belinda +had nothing but form. Jefferson's experience seems to +settle that mooted question, "Can a man love two +<a name="III_Page_69"></a>women at the same time?" Unlike Martha Custis, +this Martha was won only after a protracted wooing, +with many skirmishes and occasional misunderstandings +and explanations, and sweet makings-up that were +surely worth a quarrel.</p> + +<p>Then they were married at "The Forest," and rode +away through the woods to Monticello. Jefferson was +twenty-seven, and although it may not be proper to +question closely as to the age of the widow, yet the +bride, we have reason to believe, was about the age of +her husband.</p> + +<p>It was a most happy mating—all their quarreling had +been done before marriage. The fine intellect and high +spirit of Jefferson found their mate. She was his comrade +and helpmeet as well as his wife. He could read his +favorite Ossian aloud to her, and when he tired she +would read to him; and all his plans and ambitions and +hopes were hers. In laying out the grounds and beautifying +that home on Monticello mountain, she took +much more than a passive interest. It was "Our Home," +and to make it a home in very sooth for her beloved +husband was her highest ambition. She knew the greatness +of her mate, and all the dreams she had for his +advancement were to come true. With her, ideality +was to become reality. But she was to see it only in +part.</p> + +<p>Yet she had seen her husband re-elected to the Virginia +Legislature; sent as a member to the Colonial Congress +<a name="III_Page_70"></a>at Philadelphia, there to write the best known of all +American literary productions; from their mountain +home she had seen British troops march into Charlottesville, +four miles away, and then, with household treasure, +had fled, knowing that beautiful Monticello would +be devastated by the enemy's ruthless tread. She had +known Washington, and had visited his lonely wife +there at Mount Vernon when victory hung in the balance; +when defeat meant that Thomas Jefferson and +George Washington would be the first victims of a +vengeful foe. She saw her husband War-Governor of +Virginia in its most perilous hour; she lived to know +that Washington had won; that Cornwallis was his +"guest," and that no man, save Washington alone, was +more honored in proud Virginia than her beloved lord +and husband. She saw a messenger on horseback approach +bearing a packet from the Congress at Philadelphia +to the effect that "His Excellency, the Honorable +Thomas Jefferson," had been appointed as one of an +embassy to France in the interests of the United States, +with Benjamin Franklin and Silas Deane as colleagues, +and, knowing her husband's love for Franklin, and his +respect for France, she leaned over his chair and with +misty eyes saw him write his simple "No," and knew +that the only reason he declined was because he would +not leave his wife at a time when she might most need +his tenderness and sympathy.</p> + +<p>And then they retired to beloved Monticello to enjoy +<a name="III_Page_71"></a>the rest that comes only after work well done—to spend +the long vacation of their lives in simple homekeeping +work and studious leisure, her husband yet in manhood's +prime, scarce thirty-seven, as men count time, +and rich, passing rich, in goods and lands.</p> + +<p>And then she died.</p> + +<p>And Thomas Jefferson, the strong, the self-poised, the +self-reliant, fell in a helpless swoon, and was laid on a +pallet and carried out, as though he, too, were dead. +For three weeks his dazed senses prayed for death. He +could endure the presence of no one save his eldest +daughter, a slim, slender girl of scarce ten years, grown +a woman in a day. By her loving touch and tenderness +he was lured back from death and reason's night into +the world of life and light. With tottering steps, led by +the child who had to think for both, he was taken out +on the veranda of beautiful Monticello. He looked out +on stretching miles of dark-blue hills and waving woods +and winding river. He gazed, and as he looked it came +slowly to him that the earth was still as when he last +saw it, and realized that this would be so even if he +were gone. Then, turning to the child, who stood by, +stroking his locks, it came to him that even in grief +there may be selfishness, and for the first time he responded +to the tender caress, saying, "Yes, we will +live, daughter—live in memory of her!"<a name="III_Page_72"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>When two men of equal intelligence and sincerity +quarrel, both are probably right. Hamilton +and Jefferson were opposed to each other +by temperament and disposition, in a way that +caused either to look with distrust on any proposition +made by the other. And yet, when Washington pressed +upon Jefferson the position of Secretary of State, I can +not but think he did it as an antidote to the growing +power and vaunting ambition of Hamilton. Washington +won his victories, as great men ever do, by wisely +choosing his aides. Hamilton had done yeoman's service +in every branch of the government, and while the +chief sincerely admired his genius, he guessed his limitations. +Power grows until it topples, and when it topples, +innocent people are crushed. Washington was wise as a +serpent, and rather than risk open ruction with Hamilton +by personally setting bounds, he invited Jefferson +into his cabinet, and the acid was neutralized to a degree +where it could be safely handled.</p> + +<p>Jefferson had just returned from Paris with his beloved +daughter, Martha. He was intending soon to return to +France and study social science at close range. Already, +he had seen that mob of women march out to Versailles +and fetch the King to Paris, and had seen barricade after +barricade erected with the stones from the leveled +Bastile; he was on intimate and affectionate terms with +Lafayette and the Republican leaders, and here was a +pivotal point in his life. Had not Washington persuaded +<a name="III_Page_73"></a>him to remain "just for the present" in America, he +might have played a part in Carlyle's best book, that +book which is not history, but more—an epic. So, +among the many obligations that America owes to +Washington, must be named this one of pushing +Thomas Jefferson, the scholar and man of peace, into +the political embroglio and shutting the door. Then it +was that Hamilton's taunting temper awoke a degree +of power in Jefferson that before he wist not of; then +it was that he first fully realized that the "United +States" with England as a sole pattern was not enough.</p> + +<p>A pivotal point! Yes, a pivotal point for Jefferson, +America and the world; for Jefferson gave the rudder +of the Ship of State such a turn to starboard that there +was never again danger of her drifting on to aristocratic +shoals, an easy victim to the rapacity of Great +Britain. Hamilton's distrust of the people found no +echo in Jefferson's mind.</p> + +<p>He agreed with Hamilton that a "strong government" +administered by a few, provided the few are wise and +honorable, is the best possible government. Nay, he +went further and declared that an absolute monarchy +in which the monarch was all-wise and all-powerful, +could not be improved upon by the imagination of man.</p> + +<p>In his composition, there was a saving touch of humor +that both Hamilton and Washington seemed to lack. +He could smile at himself; but none ever dared turn a +joke on Hamilton, much less on Washington. And so +<a name="III_Page_74"></a>when Hamilton explained that a strong government +administered by Washington, President; Jefferson, +Secretary of State; Hamilton, Secretary of the Treasury; +Knox, Secretary of War; and Randolph, Attorney-General, +was pretty nearly ideal, no one smiled. But +Jefferson's plain inference was that power is dangerous +and man is fallible; that a man so good as Washington +dies tomorrow and another man steps in, and that +those who have the government in their present keeping +should curb ambitions, limit their own power, and +thus fix a precedent for those who are to follow.</p> + +<p>The wisdom that Jefferson as a statesman showed in +working for a future good, and the willingness to forego +the pomp of personal power, to sacrifice self if need be, +that the day he should not see might be secure, ranks +him as first among statesmen. For a statesman is one +who builds a State—and not a politician who is dead, +as some have said.</p> + +<p>Others, since, have followed Jefferson's example, but +in the world's history I do not recall a man before him +who, while still having power in his grasp, was willing +to trust the people.</p> + +<p>The one mistake of Washington that borders on blunder +was in refusing to take wages for his work. In doing +this, he visited untold misery on others, who, not having +married rich widows, tried to follow his example +and floundered into woeful debt and disgrace; and +thereby were lost to useful society and to the world.<a name="III_Page_75"></a> +And there are yet many public offices where small men +rattle about because men who can fill the place can not +afford it. Bryce declares that no able and honest man +of moderate means can afford to take an active part in +municipal affairs in America—and Bryce is right.</p> + +<p>When Jefferson became President, in his messages to +Congress again and again he advised the fixing of +sufficient salaries to secure the best men for every +branch of the service, and suggested the folly of expecting +anything for nothing, or the hope of officials not +"fixing things" if not properly paid.</p> + +<p>Men from the soil who gain power are usually intoxicated +by it; beginning as democrats they evolve into +aristocrats, then into tyrants, if kindly Fate does not +interpose, and are dethroned by the people who made +them. And it is not surprising that this man, born into +a plenty that bordered on affluence, and who never +knew from experience the necessity of economy (until +in old age tobacco and slavery had wrecked Virginia +and Monticello alike), should set an almost ideal +example of simplicity, moderation and brotherly kindness.</p> + +<p>Among the chief glories that belong to him are these:</p> + +<ol> +<li>Writing the Declaration of Independence.</li> + +<li>Suggesting and carrying out the present decimal +monetary system.</li> + +<li>Inducing Virginia to deed to the States, as their +common property, the Northwest Territory.<a name="III_Page_76"></a></li> + +<li>Purchasing from France, for the comparatively +trifling sum of fifteen million dollars, Louisiana and +the territory running from the Gulf of Mexico to Puget's +Sound, being at the rate of a fraction of a cent per acre, +and giving the United States full control of the Mississippi +River.</li></ol> + +<p>But over and beyond these is the spirit of patriotism +that makes each true American feel he is parcel and +part of the very fabric of the State, and in his deepest +heart believe that "a government of the people, by +the people, and for the people shall not perish from the +earth."</p><p><a name="III_Page_77"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="SAMUEL_ADAMS"></a></p><h2>SAMUEL ADAMS</h2> + +<div class="blkquot"><p>The body of the people are now in council. Their opposition +grows into a system. They are united and resolute. +And if the British Administration and Government do +not return to the principles of moderation and equity, +the evil, which they profess to aim at preventing by +their rigorous measures, will the sooner be brought to +pass, viz., the entire separation and independence of the +Colonies.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Letter to Arthur Lee</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_78"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-5.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-5_th.jpg" alt="SAMUEL ADAMS" /></a></p><p class="ctr">SAMUEL ADAMS</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_79"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>Samuel and John Adams were +second cousins, having the same +great-grandfather. Between them in +many ways there was a marked +contrast, but true to their New +England instincts both were theologians.</p> + +<p>John was a conservative in politics, +and at first had little sympathy with "those small-minded +men who refused to pay a trivial tax on their +tea; and who would plunge the country into war, and +ruin all for a matter of stamps." John was born and +lived at the village of Braintree. He did not really center +his mind on politics until the British had closed all law-courts +in Boston, thus making his profession obsolete. +He was scholarly, shrewd, diplomatic, cautious, good-natured, +fat, and took his religion with a wink. He was +blessed with a wife who was worthy of being the mother +of kings (or presidents); he lived comfortably, acquired +property, and died aged ninety-two. He had been +President and seen his son President of the United +States, and that is an experience that has never come +and probably never will come to another living man, +for there seems to be an unwritten law that no man +under fifty shall occupy the office of Chief Magistrate +of these United States.<a name="III_Page_80"></a></p> + +<p>Samuel was stern, serious and deeply in earnest. He +seldom smiled and never laughed. He was uncompromisingly +religious, conscientious and morally unbending. +In his life there was no soft sentiment. The fact that he +ran a brewery can be excused when we remember that +the best spirit of the times saw nothing inconsistent +in the occupation; and further than this we might +explain in extenuation that he gave the business indifferent +attention, and the quality of his brew was said +to be very bad.</p> + +<p>In religion, he swerved not nor wavered. He was a +Calvinist and clung to the five points with a tenacity at +times seemingly quite unnecessary.</p> + +<p>When in that first Congress, Samuel Adams publicly consented +to the opening of the meeting with religious service +conducted by the Reverend Mr. Duche, an Episcopal +clergyman, he gave a violent wrench to his conscience +and an awful shock to his friends. But Mr. Duche met +the issue in the true spirit, and leaving his detested +"popery robe" and prayer-book at home uttered an +extemporaneous invocation, without a trace of intoning, +that pleased the Puritans and caused one of them to +remark, "He is surely coming over to the Lord's side!"</p> + +<p>But in politics, Samuel Adams was a liberal of the +liberals. In statecraft, the heresy of change had no +terrors for him, and with Hamlet, he might have said, +"Oh, reform it altogether!"</p> + +<p>The limitations set in every character seem to prevent a +<a name="III_Page_81"></a>man from being generous in more than one direction; +the bigot in religion is often a liberal in politics, and vice +versa. For instance, physicians are almost invariably +liberal in religious matters, but are prone to call a man +"Mister" who does not belong to their school; while +orthodox clergymen, I have noticed, usually employ a +homeopathist.</p> + +<p>In that most valuable and interesting work, "The +Diary of John Adams," the author refers repeatedly to +Samuel Adams as "Adams"! This simple way of using +the word "Adams" shows a world of appreciation for +the man who blazed the path that others of this +illustrious name might follow. And so with the high +precedent in mind, I, too, will drop prefix and call my +subject simply "Adams."</p> + +<p>On the authority of King George, General Gage made +an offer of pardon to all save two who had figured in +the Boston uprising.</p> + +<p>The two men thus honored were John Hancock (whose +signature the King could read without spectacles), and +the other was "one, S. Adams."</p> + +<p>Adams, however, was the real offender, and the plea +might have been made for John Hancock that, if it had +not been for accident and Adams, Hancock would +probably have remained loyal to the mother country.</p> + +<p>Hancock was aristocratic, cultured and complacent. +He was the richest man in New England. His personal +interests were on the side of peace and the established +<a name="III_Page_82"></a>order. But circumstances and the combined tact and +zeal of Adams threw him off his guard, and in a moment +of dalliance the seeds of sedition found lodgment in his +brain. And the more he thought about it, the nearer he +came to the conclusion that Adams was right. But let +the fact further be stated, if truth demands, that both +John Hancock and Samuel Adams, the first men who +clearly and boldly expressed the idea of American +Independence, were moved in the beginning by personal +grievances.</p> + +<p>A single motion made before the British Parliament by +we know not whom, and put to vote by the Speaker, +bankrupted the father of Samuel Adams and robbed +the youth of his patrimony.</p> + +<p>The boy was then seventeen; old enough to know that +from plenty his father was reduced to penury, and this +because England, three thousand miles away, had +interfered with the business arrangements of the +Colony, and made unlawful a private banking scheme.</p> + +<p>Then did the boy ask the question, What moral right +has England to govern us, anyway?</p> + +<p>From thinking it over he began to formulate reasons. +He discussed the subject at odd times and thought of +it continually, and, in Seventeen Hundred Forty-three, +when he prepared his graduation thesis at Harvard +College he chose for his subject, "The Doctrine of the +Lawfulness of Resistance to the Supreme Magistrate if +the Commonwealth Can Not Otherwise be Preserved."<a name="III_Page_83"></a></p> + +<p>When Massachusetts admitted that she was under +subjection to the King, yet argued for the right to +nullify the Acts of the English Parliament, she took +exactly the same ground that South Carolina did a +hundred years later. The logic of Samuel Adams and +of Robert Hayne was one and the same.</p> + +<p>Yet we are +glad that Adams carried his point; and we rejoice exceedingly +that Hayne failed, so curious are these things +we call "reasons."</p> + +<p>The royalists who heard of this youth with a logical +mind denounced him without stint. A few newspapers +upheld him and spoke of the right of free speech and +all that, reprinting the thesis in full. And in the controversy +that followed, young Adams was always a prominent +figure. He was not an orator in the popular sense, +but he held the pen of a ready writer, and through the +Boston papers kept up a constant fusillade.</p> + +<p>The tricks of journalism are no new thing belonging to +the fag-end of this century. Young Adams wrote letters +over the "nom de plume" of Pro Bono Publico, and +then replied to them over the signature of Rex Americus. +He did not adopt as his motto, "Let not thy left hand +know what thy right hand doeth," for he wrote with +both hands and each hand was in the secret.</p> + +<p>During the years that followed his graduation from +college he was a businessman and a poor one, for a man +who looks after public affairs much can not attend to +his own. But he managed to make shift; and when too +<a name="III_Page_84"></a>closely pressed by creditors, a loan from Hancock, or +John Adams, Hancock's attorney, relieved the pressure. +In fact, when he went to Philadelphia "on that very +important errand," he rode a horse borrowed from John +Adams, and his Sunday coat was the gift of a thoughtful +friend.</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Sixty-three, it became known +that the British Government had on foot a scheme to +demand a tribute from the Colonies. On invitation of a +committee, possibly appointed by Adams, Adams was +requested to draw up instructions to the Representatives +in the Colonial Legislature. Adams did so and the +document is now in the archives of the old State House +at Boston, in the plain and elegant penmanship that is +so easily recognized. This document calls itself, "The +First Public Denial of the Right of the British Parliament +to tax the Colonies without their Consent, and +the first Public Suggestion of a Union on the part of the +Colonies to Protect themselves against British Aggression."</p> + +<p>The style of the paper is lucid, firm and logical; it +combines in itself the suggestion of all there was to be +said or could be said on the matter. Adams saw all over +and around his topic—no unpleasant surprise could be +sprung on him—twenty-five years had he studied this +one theme. He had made himself familiar with the +political history of every nation so far as such history +could be gathered; he was past master of his subject.<a name="III_Page_85"></a></p> + +<p>However, when he was forty years of age his followers +were few and mostly men of small influence. The Calkers' +Club was the home of the sedition, and many of the +members were day-laborers. But the idea of independence +gradually grew, and, in Seventeen Hundred +Sixty-five, Adams was elected a member of the Massachusetts +Colonial Legislature. In honor of his writing +ability, he was chosen clerk of the Assembly, for in all +public gatherings orators are chosen as presidents and +newspapermen for secretaries. Thus are honors distributed, +and thus, too, does the public show which +talent it values most.</p> + +<p>On November Second, Seventeen Hundred Seventy-two, +on motion of Adams, a committee of several +hundred citizens was appointed "to state the Rights of +the Colonies and to communicate and publish them to +the World as the sense of the Town, with the infringements +and violations thereof that have been or may be +made from time to time; also requesting from each +Town a free communication of their sentiments on this +Subject."</p> + +<p>This was the Committee of Correspondence from which +grew the union of the Colonies and the Congress of the +United States. It is a pretty well attested fact that the +first suggestion of the Philadelphia Congress came from +Samuel Adams, and the chief work of bringing it about +was also his.</p> + +<p>It was well known to the British Government who the +<a name="III_Page_86"></a>chief agitator was, and when General Gage arrived in +Boston in May, Seventeen Hundred Seventy-four, his +first work was an attempt to buy off Samuel Adams. +With Adams out of the way, England might have +adopted a policy of conciliation and kept America for +her very own—yes, to the point of moving the home +government here and saving the snug little island as a +colony, for both in wealth and in population America +has now far surpassed England.</p> + +<p>But Adams was not for sale. His reply to Gage sounds +like a scrap from Cromwell: "I trust I have long since +made my peace with the King of Kings. No personal +consideration shall induce me to abandon the Righteous +Cause of my Country."</p> + +<p>Gage having refused to recognize the thirteen Counselors +appointed by the people, the General Court of +Massachusetts, in secret session, appointed five delegates +to attend the Congress of Colonies at Philadelphia. +Of course Samuel Adams was one of these delegates; +and to John Adams, another delegate, are we indebted +for a minute description of that most momentous +meeting.</p> + +<p>A room in the State House had been offered the delegates, +but with commendable modesty they accepted +the offer of the Carpenters' Company to use their hall.</p> + +<p>And so there they convened on the fifth day of September, +Seventeen Hundred Seventy-four, having met +by appointment, and walked over from the City Tavern +<a name="III_Page_87"></a>in a body. Forty-four men were present—not a large +gathering, but they had come hundreds of miles, and +several of them had been months on the journey.</p> + +<p>They were a sturdy lot; and madam! I think it would +have been worth while to have looked in upon them. +There were several coonskin caps in evidence; also lace +and frills and velvet brought from England—but +plainness to severity was the rule. Few of these men +had ever been away from their own Colonies before, +few had ever met any members of the Congress save +their own colleagues. They represented civilizations of +very different degrees. Each stood a bit in awe of all the +rest. Several of the Colonies had been in conflict with +the others.</p> + +<p>Meeting new men in those days, when even the stagecoach +was a passing show worth going miles to see, was +an event. There was awkwardness and nervousness on +the swarthy faces; firm mouths twitched, and big, bony +hands sought for places of concealment.</p> + +<p>The meeting had been called for September First, but +was postponed for five days awaiting the arrival of +belated delegates who had been detained by floods. +Even then, delegates from North Carolina had not +arrived, and Georgia not having thought it worth while +to send any, eleven Colonies only were represented. +Each delegation naturally kept together, as men will +who have a fighting history and a pioneer ancestry.</p> + +<p>It was a serious, solemn business, and these men were +<a name="III_Page_88"></a>not given to levity in any event. When they were +seated, there was a moment of silence so tense it could +be heard. Every chance movement of a foot on the +uncarpeted floor sent an echo through the room.</p> + +<p>The stillness was first broken by Mr. Lynch, of South +Carolina, who arose and in a low, clear voice said: +"There is a gentleman present who has presided with +great dignity over a very respectable body and greatly +to the advantage of America. Gentlemen, I move that +the Honorable Peyton Randolph, one of the delegates +from Virginia, be appointed to preside over this meeting. +I doubt not it will be unanimous."</p> + +<p>It was so; and a large man in powdered wig and scarlet +coat arose, and, carrying his gold-headed cane before +him like a mace, walked to the platform without +apology.</p> + +<p>The New Englanders in homespun looked at one +another with trepidation on their features. The red coat +was not assuring, but they kept their peace and +breathed hard, praying that the enemy had not captured +the convention through strategy. Mr. Randolph's +first suggestion was not revolutionary; it was that a +secretary be appointed.</p> + +<p>Again Mr. Lynch arose and named Charles Thomson, +"a gentleman of family, fortune and character." This +testimonial of family and fortune was not assuring to +the plain Massachusetts men, but they said nothing +and awaited developments.<a name="III_Page_89"></a></p> + +<p>All were cautious as woodsmen, and the motion that +the Council be held behind closed doors was adopted. +Every member then held up his right hand and made +a solemn promise to divulge no part of the transactions; +and Galloway, of Pennsylvania, promised with the rest, +and straightway each night informed the enemy of +every move.</p> + +<p>Little was done that first day but get acquainted by +talking very cautiously and very politely. The next day +a notable member had arrived, and in a front seat sat +Richard Henry Lee, a man you would turn and look at +in any company. Slender and dark, with a brilliant eye +and a profile—and only one man in ten thousand has a +profile—Lee was a gracious presence. His voice was +gentle and flexible and luring, and there was a dignity +and poise in his manner that made him easily the foremost +orator of his time.</p> + +<p>Near him sat William Livingston, of New Jersey, and +John Jay, his son-in-law, the youngest man in the +Congress, with a nose that denoted character, and all +his fame in the future.</p> + +<p>The Pennsylvanians were all together, grouped on one +side. Duane, of New York, sat near them, "shy and +squint-eyed, very sensible and very artful," wrote John +Adams that night in his diary.</p> + +<p>Then over there sat Christopher Gadsden, of South +Carolina, who had preached independence for full ten +years before this, and who, when he heard that the<a name="III_Page_90"></a> +British soldiers had taken Boston, proposed to raise a +troop at once and fight redcoats wherever found.</p> + +<p>"But the British will burn our seaport towns if we +antagonize them," some timid soul explained.</p> + +<p>"Our towns are built of brick and wood; if they are +burned we can rebuild them; but liberty once gone is +gone forever," he retorted. And the saying sounds well, +even if it will not stand analysis.</p> + +<p>Back near the wall was a man who, when the assembly +stood at morning prayers, showed a half-head above +his neighbors. His face was broad, and he, too, had a +profile. His mouth was tightly closed, and during the +first fourteen days of that Congress he never opened it +to utter a word, and after his long quiet he broke the +silence by saying, "Mr. President, I second the motion." +Once, in a passionate speech, Lynch turned to him and +pointing his finger said: "There is a man who has not +spoken here, but in the Virginia Assembly he made the +most eloquent speech I ever heard. He said, 'I will +raise a thousand men, and arm and subsist them at my +expense and march them to the relief of Boston.'" And +then did the tall man, whose name was George Washington, +blush like a schoolgirl.</p> + +<p>But in all that company the men most noticed were the +five members from Massachusetts. They were Bowdoin, +Samuel Adams, John Adams, Gushing and Robert +Treat Paine. Massachusetts had thus far taken the +lead in the struggle with England. A British army was +<a name="III_Page_91"></a>encamped upon her soil, her chief city besieged—the +port closed. Her sufferings had called this Congress into +being, and to her delegates the members had come to +listen. All recognized Samuel Adams as the chief man of +the Convention. His hand wrote the invitations and +earnest requests to come. Galloway, writing to his +friends, the enemy, said: "Samuel Adams eats little, +drinks little, sleeps little and thinks much. He is most +decisive and indefatigable in the pursuit of his object. +He is the man who, by his superior application, manages +at once the faction in Philadelphia and the factions of +New England."</p> + +<p>Yet Samuel Adams talked little at the Convention. He +allowed John Adams to state the case, but sat next to +him supplying memoranda, occasionally arising to make +remarks or explanations in a purely conversational tone. +But so earnest and impressive was his manner, so ably +did he answer every argument and reply to every objection, +that he thoroughly convinced a tall, angular, +homely man by the name of Patrick Henry of the +righteousness of his cause. Patrick Henry was pretty +thoroughly convinced before, but the recital of Boston's +case fired the Virginian, and he made the first and only +real speech of the Congress. In burning words he +pictured all the Colonies had suffered and endured, and +by his matchless eloquence told in prophetic words of +the glories yet to be. In his speech he paid just tribute +to the genius of Samuel Adams, declaring that the good +<a name="III_Page_92"></a>that was to come from this "first of an unending succession +of Congresses" was owing to the work of Adams. +And in after-years Adams repaid the compliment by +saying that if it had not been for the cementing power +of Patrick Henry's eloquence, that first Congress probably +would have ended in a futile wrangle.</p> + +<p>The South regarded, in great degree, the fight in Boston +as Massachusetts' own. To make the entire thirteen +Colonies adopt the quarrel and back the Colonial army +in the vicinity of Boston was the only way to make the +issue a success, and to unite the factions by choosing +for a leader a Virginian aristocrat was a crowning stroke +of diplomacy.</p> + +<p>John Hancock had succeeded Randolph as president of +the second Congress, and Virginia was inclined to be +lukewarm, when John Adams in an impassioned speech +nominated Colonel George Washington as Commander-in-Chief +of the Continental Army. The nomination was +seconded very quietly by Samuel Adams. It was a vote, +and the South was committed to the cause of backing +up Washington, and, incidentally, New England. The +entire plan was probably the work of Samuel Adams, +yet he gave the credit to John, while the credit of stoutly +opposing it goes to John Hancock, who, being presiding +officer, worked at a disadvantage.</p> + +<p>But Adams had a way of reducing opposition to the +minimum. He kept out of sight and furthered his ends +by pushing this man or that to the front at the right +<a name="III_Page_93"></a>time to make the plea. He was a master in that fine art +of managing men and never letting them know they are +managed. By keeping behind the arras, he accomplished +purposes that a leader never can who allows his personality +to be in continual evidence, for personality repels +as well as attracts, and the man too much before the +public is sure to be undone eventually. Adams knew +that the power of Pericles lay largely in the fact that he +was never seen upon but a single street of Athens, and +that but once a year.</p> + +<p>The complete writings of Adams have recently been +collected and published. One marvels that such valuable +material has not before been printed and given to the +public, for the literary style and perspicuity shown +are most inspiring, and the value of the data can not +be gainsaid.</p> + +<p>No one ever accused Adams of being a muddy thinker; +you grant his premises and you are bound to accept his +conclusions. He leaves no loopholes for escape.</p> + +<p>The following words, used by Chatham, refer to documents +in which Adams took a prominent part in preparing: +"When your Lordships look at the papers transmitted +us from America, when you consider their +decency, firmness and wisdom, you can not but respect +their cause and wish to make it your own. For myself, +I must avow that, in all my reading—and I have read +Thucydides and have studied and admired the master +statesmen of the world—for solidity of reason, force of +<a name="III_Page_94"></a>sagacity, and wisdom of conclusion under a complication +of difficult circumstances, no body of men can stand +in preference to the general Congress of Philadelphia. +The histories of Greece and Rome give us nothing like +it, and all attempts to impress servitude on such a +mighty continental people must be in vain."</p> + +<p>In the life of Adams there was no soft sentiment nor +romantic vagaries. "He is a Puritan in all the word +implies, and the unbending fanatic of independence," +wrote Gage, and the description fits.</p> + +<p>He was twice married. Our knowledge of his first wife +is very slight, but his second wife, Elizabeth Wells, +daughter of an English merchant, was a capable woman +of brave good sense. She adopted her husband's political +views and with true womanly devotion let her old kinsmen +slide; and during the dark hours of the war bore +deprivation without repining.</p> + +<p>Adams' home life was simple to the verge of hardship. +All through life he was on the ragged edge financially, +and in his latter years he was for the first time relieved +from pressing obligations by an afflicting event—the +death of his only son, who was a surgeon in Washington's +army. The money paid to the son by the Government +for his services gave the father the only financial +competency he ever knew. Two daughters survived +him, but with him died the name.</p> + +<p>John Adams survived Samuel for twenty-three years. +He lived to see "the great American experiment," as<a name="III_Page_95"></a> +Mr. Ruskin has been pleased to call our country, on a +firm basis, constantly growing stronger and stronger. +He lived to realize that the sanguine prophecies made +by Samuel were working themselves out in very truth.</p> + +<p>The grave of Samuel Adams is viewed by more people +than that of any other American patriot. In the old +Granary Burying-Ground, in the very center of Boston, +on Tremont Street—there where travel congests, and +two living streams meet all day long—-you look through +the iron fence, so slender that it scarce impedes the view, +and not twenty feet from the curb is a simple metal +disk set on an iron rod driven into the ground and on +it this inscription: "This marks the grave of Samuel +Adams."</p> + +<p>For many years the grave was unmarked, and the disk +that now denotes it was only recently placed in position +by the Sons of the American Revolution. But the place +of Samuel Adams on the pages of history is secure. +Upon the times in which he lived he exercised a profound +influence. And he who influences the times in +which he lives has influenced all the times that come +after; he has left his impress on eternity.</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_96"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="JOHN_HANCOCK"></a></p><h2>JOHN HANCOCK</h2> + +<p><br /></p> +<p><a name="III_Page_97"></a></p> + +<p><span style='margin-left: 25em;'>Boston, Sept. 30, 1765</span></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>Gent: <br /> +Since my last I have receiv'd your favour by Capt +Hulme who is arriv'd here with the most disagreeable +Commodity (say Stamps) that were imported into this +Country & what if carry'd into Execution will entirely +Stagnate Trade here, for it is universally determined +here never to Submitt to it and the principal merchts +here will by no means carry on Business under a Stamp, +we are in the utmost Confusion here and shall be more +so after the first of November & nothing but the repeal +of the act will righten, the Consequence of its taking +place here will be bad, & attended with many troubles, +& I believe may say more fatal to you than us. I dread +the Event.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Extract From Hancock's Letter-Book</i></span></p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_98"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-6.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-6_th.jpg" alt="JOHN HANCOCK" /></a></p><p class="ctr">JOHN HANCOCK</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_99"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>Long years ago when society was +young, learning was centered in one +man in each community, and that +man was the priest. It was the priest +who was sent for in every emergency +of life. He taught the young, prescribed +for the sick, advised those +who were in trouble, and when +human help was vain and man had done his all, this +priest knelt at the bedside of the dying and invoked a +Power with whom it was believed he had influence.</p> + +<p>The so-called learned professions are only another +example of the Division of Labor. We usually say there +are three learned professions: Theology, Medicine and +Law. As to which is the greatest is a much-mooted +question and has caused too many family feuds for me +to attempt to decide it. And so I evade the issue and +say there is a fourth profession, that is only allowed to +be called so by grace, but which in my mind is greater +than them all—the profession of Teacher. I can conceive +of a condition of society so high and excellent that it +has no use for either doctor, lawyer or preacher, but +the teacher would still be needed. Ignorance and sin +supply the three "learned professions" their excuse for +being, but the teacher's work is to develop the germ of +wisdom that is in every soul.<a name="III_Page_100"></a></p> + +<p>And now each of these professions has divided up, like +monads, into many heads. In medicine, we have as +many specialists as there are organs of the body. The +lawyer who advises you in a copyright or patent cause +knows nothing about admiralty; and as they tell us a +man who pleads his own case has a fool for a client, so +does the insurance lawyer who is retained to foreclose a +mortgage. In all prosperous city churches, the preacher +who attracts the crowd in the morning allows a 'prentice +to preach to the young folks in the evening; he does not +make pastoral calls; and the curate who reads the +service at funerals is never called upon to perform a +marriage ceremony except in a case of charity. Likewise +the teacher's profession has its specialists: the man who +teaches Greek well can not write good English; the +man who teaches composition is baffled and perplexed +by long division; and the teacher who delights in +trigonometry pooh-poohs a kindergartner.</p> + +<p>Just where this evolutionary dividing and subdividing +of social cells will land the race no man can say; but +that a specialist is a dangerous man, is sure. He is a +buzz-saw with which wise men never monkey. A surgeon +who has operated for appendicitis five times successfully +is above all to be avoided. I once knew a man with +lung trouble who inadvertently strayed into an oculist's +and was looked over and sent away with an order on an +optician. And should you through error stray into the +office of a nose and throat specialist, and ask him to +<a name="III_Page_101"></a>treat you for varicose veins, he would probably do so +by nasal douche.</p> + +<p>Even now a specialist in theology will lead us, if he can, +a merry "ignis-fatuus" chase and land us in a morass. +The only thing that saved the priest in days agone was +the fact that he had so many duties to perform that he +exercised all his mental muscles, and thus attained a +degree of all-roundness which is not possible to the +specialist. Even then there were not lacking men who +found time to devote to specialties: Bishop Georgius +Ambrosius, for instance, who in the Fifteenth Century +produced a learned work proving that women have no +souls. And a like book was written at Nashville, +Tennessee, in Eighteen Hundred Fifty-nine, by the +Reverend Hubert Parsons of the Methodist Episcopal +Church (South), showing that negroes were in a like +predicament. But a more notable instance of the danger +of a specialty is the Reverend Cotton Mather, who +investigated the subject of witchcraft and issued a +modest brochure incorporating his views on the subject. +He succeeded in convincing at least one man of its +verity, and that man was himself, and thus immortality +was given to the town of Salem, which, otherwise, +would have no claim on us for remembrance, save that +Hawthorne was once a clerk in its custom-house.</p> + +<p>A very slight study of Colonial history will show any +student that, for two centuries, the ministers in New +England occupied very much the same position in +<a name="III_Page_102"></a>society that the priest did during the Middle Ages. As +the monks kept learning from dying off the face of the +earth, so did the ministers of the New World preserve +culture from passing into forgetfulness. Very seldom, +indeed, were books to be found in a community except +at the minister's. And during the Seventeenth Century, +and well into the Eighteenth, he combined in himself +the offices of doctor, lawyer, preacher and teacher. +Mr. Lowell has said: "I can not remember when there +was not one or more students in my father's household, +and others still who came at regular intervals to recite. +And this was the usual custom. It was the minister who +fitted boys for college, and no youth was ever sent away +to school until he had been drilled by the local clergyman."</p> + +<p>And it must further be noted that genealogical tables +show that very nearly all of the eminent men of New +England were sons of ministers, or of an ancestry +where ministers' names are seen at frequent intervals. +As an intellectual and moral force, the minister has now +but a rudiment of the power he once exercised. The +tendency to specialize all art and all knowledge has to a +degree shorn him of his strength. And to such an extent +is this true, that within forty years it has passed into a +common proverb that the sons of clergymen are rascals, +whereas in Colonial days the highest recommendation a +youth could carry was that he was the son of a minister.</p> + +<p>The Reverend John Hancock, grandfather of John<a name="III_Page_103"></a> +Hancock the patriot, was for more than half a century +the minister of Lexington, Massachusetts. I say "the +minister," because there was only one: the keen competition +of sect that establishes half a dozen preachers in +a small community is a very modern innovation.</p> + +<p>John Hancock, "Bishop of Lexington," was a man of +pronounced personality, as is plainly seen in his portrait +in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. They say he ruled +the town with a rod of iron; and when the young men, +who adorned the front steps of the meetinghouse during +service, grew disorderly, he stopped in his prayer, and +going outside soundly cuffed the ears of the first delinquent +he could lay hands upon. In his clay there was a +dash of facetiousness that saved him from excess, +supplying a useful check to his zeal—for zeal uncurbed +is very bad. He was a wise and beneficent dictator; and +government under such a one can not be improved upon. +His manner was gracious, frank and open, and such was +the specific gravity of his nature that his words carried +weight, and his wish was sufficient.</p> + +<p>The house where this fine old autocrat lived and reigned +is standing in Lexington now. When you walk out +through Cambridge and Arlington on your way to +Concord, following the road the British took on their +way out to Concord, you will pass by it. It is a good +place to stop and rest. You will know the place by the +tablet in front, on which is the legend: "Here John +Hancock and Samuel Adams were sleeping on the night +<a name="III_Page_104"></a>of the Eighteenth of April, Seventeen Hundred Seventy-five, +when aroused by Paul Revere."</p> + +<p>The Reverend Jonas Clark owned the house after the +Reverend John Hancock, and the ministries of those +two men, and their occupancy of the house, cover one +hundred years and five years more. Here the thirteen +children of Jonas Clark were born, and all lived to be +old men and women. When you call there I hope you +will be treated with the same gentle courtesy that I +met. If you delay not your visit too long, you will see a +fine, motherly woman, with white "sausage curls" +and a high back-comb, wearing a check dress and felt +slippers, and she will tell you that she is over eighty, +and that when her mother was a little girl she once sat +on Governor Hancock's knee and he showed her the +works in his watch.</p> + +<p>And then as you go away you will think again of what +the old lady has just told you, and as you look back for a +parting glance at the house, standing firm and solemn +in its rusty-gray dignity, you will doff your hat to it, +and mayhap murmur: The days of man on earth—they +are but as a passing shadow!</p> + +<p>"Here John Hancock and Samuel Adams were sleeping +when aroused by Paul Revere!" Merchant-prince +and agitator, horse and rider—where are you now? +And is your sleep disturbed by dreams of British redcoats +or hissing flintlocks?</p> + +<p>Phantom British warships +may lie at their moorings, swinging wide on the +<a name="III_Page_105"></a>unforgetting tide, lanterns may hang high in the belfry +of the Old North Church tower, hurried knocks and +calls of defiance and hoof-beats of fast-galloping steed +may echo and echo again, borne on the night-wind of +the dim Past, but you heed them not!<a name="III_Page_106"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The Reverend John Hancock of Lexington had +two sons. John Hancock (Number Two) +became pastor of the church of the North +Precinct of the town of Braintree, which +afterwards was to be the town of Quincy.</p> + +<p>The nearest neighbor to the village preacher was John +Adams, shoemaker and farmer. Each Sunday in the +amen corner of the Reverend John Hancock's meetinghouse +was mustered the well washed and combed brood +of Mr. and Mrs. Adams. Now, this John Adams had a +son whom the Reverend John Hancock baptized, also +named John, two years older than John, the son of the +preacher. And young John Adams and John Hancock +(Number Three) used to fish and swim together, and +go nutting, and set traps for squirrels, and help each +other in fractions. And then they would climb trees, and +wrestle, and sometimes fight. In the fights, they say, +John Hancock used to get the better of his antagonist, +but as an exploiter of fractions John Adams was more +than his equal.</p> + +<p>The parents of John Adams were industrious and savin'—the +little farm prospered, for Boston supplied a +goodly market, and weekly trips were made there in a +one-horse cart, often piloted by young John, with the +minister's boy for ballast. The Adams family had ambitions +for their son John—he was to go to Harvard and +be educated, and be a minister and preach at Braintree, +or Weymouth, or perhaps even Boston!<a name="III_Page_107"></a></p> + +<p>In the meantime the Reverend John Hancock had died, +and the widowed mother was not able to give her boy a +college education—times were hard.</p> + +<p>But the lad's uncle, Thomas Hancock, a prosperous +merchant of Boston, took quite an interest in young +John. And it occurred to him to adopt the fatherless +boy, legally, as his own. The mother demurred, but +after some months decided that it was best so, for when +twenty-one he would be her boy just as much and as +truly as if his uncle had not adopted him. And so the +rich uncle took him, and rigged him out with a deal +finer clothing than he had ever before worn, and sent +him to the Latin School and afterward over to Cambridge, +with silver jingling in his pocket.</p> + +<p>Prosperity is a severe handicap to youth; not very many +grown men can stand it; but beyond a needless display +of velvet coats and frilled shirts, the young man stood +the test, and got through Harvard. In point of scholarship +he did not stand so high as John Adams; and +between the lads there grew a small but well-defined +gulf, as is but natural between homespun and broadcloth. +Still the gulf was not impassable, for over it +friendly favors were occasionally passed.</p> + +<p>John Hancock's mother wanted him to be a preacher, +but Uncle Thomas would not listen to it—the youth +must be taught to be a merchant, so he could be the +ready helper and then the successor of his foster-father.</p> + +<p>Graduating at the early age of seventeen, John<a name="III_Page_108"></a> +Hancock at once went to work in his uncle's counting-house +in Boston. He was a fine, tall fellow with dash +and spirit, and seemed to show considerable aptitude +for the work. The business prospered, and Uncle +Thomas was very proud of his handsome ward, who was +quite in demand at parties and balls and in a general +social way, while the uncle could not dance a minuet to +save him.</p> + +<p>Not needing the young man very badly around the +store, the uncle sent him to Europe to complete his +education by travel. He went with the retiring Governor +Pownal, whose taste for social enjoyment was very much +in accord with his own. In England, he attended the +funeral of George the Second, and saw the coronation of +George the Third, little thinking the while that he +would some day make violent efforts to snatch from +that crown its brightest jewel.</p> + +<p>When young Hancock was twenty-seven, the uncle +died, and left to him his entire fortune of three hundred +fifty thousand dollars. It made him one of the very richest +men in the Colony—for at that time there was not +a man in Massachusetts worth half a million dollars.</p> + +<p>The jingling silver in his pocket when sent to Harvard +had severely tested his moral fiber, but this great fortune +came near smothering all his native commonsense. +If a man makes his money himself, he stands a certain +chance of growing as the pile grows.</p> + +<p>There is little +doubt as to the soundness of Emerson's epigram, that +<a name="III_Page_109"></a>what you put into his chest you take out of the man. +More than this, when a man gradually accumulates +wealth, it attracts little attention, so the mob that +follows the newly rich never really gets on to the scent. +And besides that, the man who makes his own fortune +always stands ready to repel boarders.</p> + +<p>There may be young men of twenty-seven who are men +grown, and no doubt every man of twenty-seven is +very sure that he is one of these; but the thought that +man is mortal never occurs to either men or women until +they are past thirty. The blood is warm, conquest lies +before, and to seize the world by the tail and snap its +head off seems both easy and desirable.</p> + +<p>The promoters, the flatterers and friends until then +unknown flocked to Hancock and condoled with him +on the death of his uncle. Some wanted small loans to +tide over temporary emergencies, others had business +ventures in hand whereby John Hancock could double +his wealth very shortly. Still others spoke of wealth +being a trust, and to use money to help your fellow-men, +and thus to secure the gratitude of many, was the +proper thing.</p> + +<p>The unselfishness of the latter suggestion appealed to +Hancock. To be the friend of humanity, to assist others—this +is the highest ambition to which a man can aspire! +And, of course, if one is pointed out on the street as the +good Mr. Hancock it can not be helped. It is the +penalty of well-doing.<a name="III_Page_110"></a></p> + +<p>So in order to give work to many and to promote the +interests of Boston, a thriving city of fifteen thousand +inhabitants, for all good men wish to build up the place +in which they live, John Hancock was induced to +embark in shipbuilding. He also owned several ships +of his own which traded with London and the West +Indies, and was part owner of others. But he publicly +explained that he did not care to make money for +himself—his desire was to give employment to the +worthy poor and to enhance the good of Boston.</p> + +<p>The aristocratic company of militia, known as the +Governor's Guard, had been fitted out with new uniforms +and arms by the generous Hancock, and he had +been chosen commanding officer, with rank of Colonel. +He drilled with the crack company and studied the +manual much more diligently than he ever had his +Bible.</p> + +<p>Hancock lived in the mansion, inherited from his uncle, +on Beacon Street, facing the Common. There was a +chariot and six horses for state occasions, much fine +furniture from over the sea, elegant clothes that the +Puritans called "gaudy apparel," and at the dinners +the wine flowed freely, and cards, dancing and music +filled many a night.</p> + +<p>The Puritan neighbors were shocked, and held up their +hands in horror to think that the son of a minister +should so affront the staid and sober customs of his +ancestors. Still others said, "Why, that's what a rich +<a name="III_Page_111"></a>man should do—spend his money, of course; Hancock +is the benefactor of his kind; just see how many people +he employs!"</p> + +<p>The town was all agog, and Hancock was easily Boston's +first citizen, but in his time of prosperity he did not +forget his old friends. He sent for them to come and +make merry with him; and among the first in his good +offices was John Adams, the rising young lawyer of +Braintree.</p> + +<p>John Adams had found clients scarce, and those he had, +poor pay, but when he became the trusted legal adviser +of John Hancock, things took a turn and prosperity +came that way. The wine and cards and dinners hadn't +much attraction for him, but still there were no conscientious +scruples in the way. He patted John Hancock +on the back, assured him that he was the people, looked +after his interests loyally, and extracted goodly fees for +services performed.</p> + +<p>At the home of Adams at Braintree, Hancock had met +a quiet, taciturn individual by the name of Samuel +Adams. This man he had long known in a casual way, +but had never been able really to make his acquaintance. +He was fifteen years older than Hancock, and by his +quiet dignity and self-possession made quite an impression +on the young man.</p> + +<p>So, now that prosperity had smiled, Hancock invited +him to his house, but the quiet man was an ascetic and +neither played cards, drank wine nor danced, and so +<a name="III_Page_112"></a>declined with thanks.</p> + +<p>But not long after, he requested +a small loan from the merchant-prince, and asked it as +though it were his right, and so he got it. His manner +was in such opposition to the flatterers and those who +crawled, and whined, and begged, that Hancock was +pleased with the man. Samuel Adams had declined +Hancock's social favors, and yet, in asking for a loan, +showed his friendliness.</p> + +<p>Samuel Adams was a politician, and had long taken an +active part in the town meetings. In fact, to get a +measure through, it was well to have Samuel Adams at +your side. He was clear-headed, astute, and knew the +human heart. Yet he talked but little, and the convivial +ways of the small politician were far from him; +but in the fine art that can manage men and never let +them know they are managed he was a past-master. +Tucked in his sleeve, no doubt, was a degree of pride +in his power, but the stoic quality in his nature never +allowed him to break into laughter when he considered +how he led men by the nose.</p> + +<p>In Boston and its vicinity, Samuel Adams was not +highly regarded, and outside of Boston, at forty years +of age, he was positively unknown. The neighbors +regarded him as a harmless fanatic, sane on most +subjects, but possessed of a buzzing bee in his bonnet +to the effect that the Colonies should be separated from +their protector, England. Samuel Adams neglected his +business and kept up a fusillade of articles in the +<a name="III_Page_113"></a>newspapers, on various political subjects, and men who +do this are regarded everywhere as "queer." A professional +newspaper-writer never takes his calling seriously—it +is business. He writes to please his employer, or if +he owns the paper himself, he still writes to please his +employer, that is to say, the public. Journalism, thy +name is pander!</p> + +<p>The man who comes up the stairway furtively, with a +manuscript he wants printed, is in dead earnest; and he +has excited the ridicule, wrath or pity of editors for +three hundred years. Such a one was Samuel Adams. +His wife did her own work, and the grocer with bills in +his hand often grew red in the face and knocked in vain.</p> + +<p>And yet the keen intellect of Samuel Adams was not +a thing to smile at. Any one who stood before him, face +to face, felt the power of the man, and acknowledged it +then and there, as we always do when we stand in the +presence of a strong individuality. And this inward +acknowledgment of worth was instinctively made by +John Hancock, the biggest man in all Boston town.</p> + +<p>John Hancock, through his genial, glowing personality, +and his lavish spending of money, was very popular. He +was being fed on flattery, and the more a man gets of +flattery, once the taste is acquired, the more he craves. +It is like the mad thirst for liquor, or the Romeike habit.</p> + +<p>John Hancock was getting attention, and he wanted +more. He had been chosen selectman to fill the place +that his uncle had occupied, and when Samuel Adams +<a name="III_Page_114"></a>incidentally dropped a remark that good men were +needed in the General Court, John Hancock agreed with +him. He was named for the office and with Samuel +Adams' help was easily elected.</p> + +<p>Not long after this, the sloop "Liberty" was seized by +the government officials for violation of the revenue +laws. The craft was owned by John Hancock and had +surreptitiously landed a cargo of wine without paying +duty.</p> + +<p>When the ship of Boston's chief citizen was seized by the +bumptious, gilt-braided British officials, there was a +merry uproar. All the men in the shipyards quit work, +and the Calkers' Club, of which Samuel Adams was +secretary, passed hot resolutions and revolutionary +preambles and eulogies of John Hancock, who was doing +so much for Boston.</p> + +<p>In fact, there was a riot, and three regiments of British +troops were ordered to Boston.</p> + +<p>And this was the very first step on the part of England +to enforce her authority, by arms, in America.</p> + +<p>The troops were in the town to preserve order, but the +mob would not disperse. Upon the soldiers, they heaped +every indignity and insult. They dared them to shoot, +and with clubs and stones drove the soldiers before +them. At last the troops made a stand and in order to +save themselves from absolute rout fired a volley. Five +men fell dead—and the mob dispersed.</p> + +<p>This was the so-called Boston massacre.<a name="III_Page_115"></a></p> + +<p>Pinkerton guards would blush at bagging so small a +game with a volley. They have done better again and +again at Pittsburgh, Pottsville and Chicago.</p> + +<p>The riot was quelled, and out of the scrimmage various +suits were instigated by the Crown against John Hancock, +in the Court of Admiralty. The claims against him +amounted to over three hundred thousand dollars, and +the charge was that he had long been evading the +revenue laws. John Adams was his attorney, with +Samuel Adams as counsel, and vigorous efforts for +prosecution and defense were being made.</p> + +<p>If the Crown were successful the suits would confiscate +the entire Hancock estate—matters were getting in a +serious way. Witnesses were summoned, but the trial +was staved off from time to time.</p> + +<p>Hancock had refused to follow Samuel Adams' lead in +the controversy with Governor Hutchinson as to the +right to convene the General Court. The report was +that John Hancock was growing lukewarm and siding +with the Tories. A year had passed since the massacre +had occurred, and the agitators proposed to commemorate +the day.</p> + +<p>Colonel Hancock had appeared in many prominent +parts, but never as an orator.</p> + +<p>"Why not show the town what you can do!" some +one said.</p> + +<p>So John Hancock was invited to deliver the oration. +He did so to an immense concourse. The address was +<a name="III_Page_116"></a>read from the written page. It overflowed with wisdom +and patriotism; and the earnestness and eloquence of +the well-rounded periods was the talk of the town.</p> + +<p>The knowing ones went around corners and roared with +laughter, but Samuel Adams said not a word. The +charge was everywhere made by the captious and +bickering that the speech was written by another, and +that, moreover, John Hancock had not even a very firm +hold on its import. It was the one speech of his life. +Anyway, it so angered General Gage that he removed +Colonel Hancock from his command of the cadets.</p> + +<p>An order was out for Hancock's arrest, and he and +Samuel Adams were in hiding.</p> + +<p>The British troops marched out to Lexington to capture +them, but Paul Revere was two hours ahead, and when +the redcoats arrived the birds had flown.</p> + +<p>Then came the expulsion of the British, the closing of +all courts, the Admiralty included. The merchant-prince +breathed easier, and that was the last of the +Crown versus John Hancock.<a name="III_Page_117"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Throughout the months that had gone +before, when the Hancock mansion was gay +with floral decorations, and servants in livery +stood at the door with silver trays, and the +dancing-hall was bright with mirth and music, Samuel +Adams had quietly been working his Bureau of Correspondence +to the end that the thirteen Colonies of +America should come together in convention. Chief +mover of the plan, and the one man in Massachusetts +who was giving all his time to it, he dictated whom +Massachusetts should send as delegates. This delegation, +as we know, included John Hancock, John Adams +and Samuel Adams himself.</p> + +<p>From the danger of Lexington, Hancock and Adams +made their way to Philadelphia to attend the Second +Congress.</p> + +<p>At that time the rich men of New England were +hurriedly making their way into the English fold. Some +thought that the mother country had been harsh, but +still, England had only acted within her right, and she +was well able to back up this authority. She had regiment +upon regiment of trained fighting men, warships, +and money to build more. The Colonies had no army, +no ships, no capital.</p> + +<p>Only those who have nothing to lose can afford to resist +lawful authority—back into the fold they went, penitent +and under their breath cursing the bull-headed men +who insisted on plunging the country into red war.<a name="III_Page_118"></a></p> + +<p>Out in the cold world stood John Hancock, alone, save +for Bowdoin, among the aristocrats of New England. +The British would confiscate his property, his splendid +house—all would be gone!</p> + +<p>"It will all be gone, anyway," calmly suggested Samuel +Adams. "You know those suits against you in the +Admiralty Court?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes!"</p> + +<p>"And if we can unite these thirteen Colonies an army +can be raised, and we can separate ourselves entire, in +which case there will be glory for somebody."</p> + +<p>John Hancock, the rich, the ambitious, the pleasure-loving, +had burned his bridges. He was in the hands of +Samuel Adams, and his infamy was one with this man +who was a professional agitator, and who had nothing +to lose.</p> + +<p>General Gage had made an offer of pardon to all—all, +save two men: Samuel Adams and John Hancock. +Back into the fold tumbled the Tories, but against John +Hancock the gates were barred. John Adams, Attorney +of the Hancock estate, rubbed his chin, and decided to +stand by the ship—sink or swim, survive or perish.</p> + +<p>Down in his heart Samuel Adams grimly smiled, but +on his cold, pale face there was no sign.</p> + +<p>The British held Boston secure, and in the splendid +mansion of Hancock lived the rebel, Lord Percy, +England's pet. The furniture, plate and keeping of the +place were quite to his liking.<a name="III_Page_119"></a></p> + +<p>Hancock's ambitions grew as the days went by. The +fight was on. His property was in the hands of the +British, and a price was upon his head. He, too, now +had nothing to lose. If England could be whipped he +would get his property back, and the honors of victory +would be his, beside.</p> + +<p>Ambition grew apace; he studied the Manual of Arms +as never before, and made himself familiar with the lives +of Cæsar and Alexander. At Harvard, he had read the +Anabasis on compulsion, but now he read it with zest.</p> + +<p>The Second Congress was a Congress of action; the +first had been one merely of conference. A presiding +officer was required, and Samuel Adams quietly pushed +his man to the front. He let it be known that Hancock +was the richest man in New England, perhaps in +America, and a power in every emergency.</p> + +<p>John Hancock was given the office of presiding officer, +the place of honor.</p> + +<p>The thought never occurred to him that the man on the +floor is the man who acts, and the individual in the chair +is only a referee, an onlooker of the contest. When a +man is chosen to preside he is safely out of the way, and +no one knew this better than that clear-headed man, +wise as a serpent, Samuel Adams.</p> + +<p>Hancock was intent on being chosen Commander of +the Continental Army. The war was in Massachusetts, +her principal port closed, all business at a standstill. +Hancock was a soldier, and was, moreover, the chief +<a name="III_Page_120"></a>citizen of Massachusetts—the command should go to +him. Samuel Adams knew this could never be.</p> + +<p>To hold the Southern Colonies and give the cause a +show of reason before the world, an aristocrat with +something to lose, and without a personal grievance, +must be chosen, and the man must be from the South. +To get Hancock in a position where his mouth would be +stopped, he was placed in the chair. It was a master +move.</p> + +<p>Colonel George Washington was already a hero; he had +fought valiantly for England. His hands were clean; +while Hancock was openly called a smuggler. Washington +was nominated by John Adams. The motion was +seconded by Samuel Adams. Hancock turned first red +and then deathly pale. He grasped the arms of his chair +with both hands, and—put the question.</p> + +<p>It was unanimous.</p> + +<p>Hancock's fame seems to rest on the fact that he was +presiding officer of the Congress that passed the +Declaration of Independence, and therefore its first +signer, and, without consideration for cost of ink and +paper, wrote his name in poster letters. When you look +upon the Declaration the first thing you see is the +signature of John Hancock, and you recall his remark, +"I guess King George can read that without spectacles." +The whole action was melodramatic, and although a +bold signature has ever been said to betoken a bold heart, +it has yet to be demonstrated that boys who whistle +<a name="III_Page_121"></a>going through the woods are indifferent to danger. +"Conscious weakness takes strong attitudes," says +Delsarte. The strength of Hancock's signature was an +affectation quite in keeping with his habit of riding +about Boston in a coach-and-six, with outriders in +uniform, and servants in livery.</p> + +<p>When Hancock wrote to Washington asking for an +appointment in the army, the wise and farseeing chief +replied with gentle words of praise concerning Colonel +Hancock's record, and wound up by saying that he +regretted there was no place at his disposal worthy of +Colonel Hancock's qualifications. Well did he know that +Hancock was not quite patriot enough to fill a lowly +rank.</p> + +<p>The part that Hancock played in the eight years of war +was inconspicuous. However, there was little spirit of +revenge in his character: he sometimes scolded, but he +did not hate. He never allowed personal animosities to +make him waver in his loyalty to independence. In +fact, with a price upon his head, but one course was +open for him.</p> + +<p>Just before Washington was inaugurated President, he +visited Boston, and a curious struggle took place +between him and Hancock, who was Governor. It was +all a question of etiquette—which should make the first +call. Each side played a waiting game, and at last +Hancock's gout came in as an excellent excuse and the +country was saved.<a name="III_Page_122"></a></p> + +<p>In one of his letters, Hancock says, "The entire Genteel +portion of the town was invited to my House, while on +the sidewalk I had a cask of Madeira for the Common +People." His repeated re-election as Governor proves +his popularity. Through lavish expenditure, his fortune +was much reduced, and for many years he was sorely +pressed for funds, his means being tied up in unproductive +ways.</p> + +<p>His last triumph, as Governor, was to send a special +message to the Legislature, informing that body that +"a company of Aliens and Foreigners have entered the +State, and the Metropolis of Government, and under +advertisements insulting to all Good Men and Ladies +have been pleased to invite them to attend certain +Stage-Plays, Interludes and Theatrical Entertainments +under the Style and Appellation of Moral Lectures.... All +of which must be put a stop to to once and the +Rogues and Varlots punished."</p> + +<p>A few days after this, "the Aliens and Foreigners" +gave a presentation of Sheridan's "School for Scandal." +In the midst of the performance the sheriff and a posse +made a rush upon the stage and bagged all the offenders.</p> + +<p>When their trial came on, the next day, the "varlots +and vagroms" had secured high legal talent to defend +them, one of which counsel was Harrison Gray Otis. The +actors were discharged on the slim technicality that the +warrants of arrest had not been properly verified.</p> + +<p>However, the theater was closed, but the "Common<a name="III_Page_123"></a> +People" made such an unseemly howl about "rights" +and all that, that the Legislature made haste to repeal +the law which provided that play-actors should be +flogged.</p> + +<p>Hancock defaulted in his stewardship as Treasurer of +Harvard College, and only escaped arrest for embezzlement +through the fact that he was Governor of the +State, and no process could be served upon him. After +his death his estate paid nine years' simple interest on +his deficit, and ten years thereafter, the principal was +paid.</p> + +<p>His widow married Captain Scott, who was long in +Hancock's employ as master of a brig; and we find the +worthy captain proudly exclaiming, "I have embarked +on the sea of Matrimony, and am now at the helm of +the Hancock mansion!"</p> + +<p>No biography of Governor Hancock has ever been +written. The record of his life flutters only in newspaper +paragraphs, letters, and chance mention in various +diaries.</p> + +<p>Hancock did not live to see John Adams President. +Worn by worry, and grown old before his time, he died +at the early age of fifty-six, of a combination of gout +and that unplebeian complaint we now term Bright's +Disease.</p> + +<p>Thirty-three years after, hale old John Adams down at +Quincy spoke of him as "a clever fellow, a bit spoiled +by a legacy, whom I used to know in my younger days."<a name="III_Page_124"></a></p> + +<p>He left no descendants, and his heirs were too intent on +being in at the death to care for his memory. They +neither preserved the data of his life, nor over his grave +placed a headstone. The monument that now marks his +resting-place was recently erected by the State of +Massachusetts. He was buried in the Old Granary +Burying-Ground, on Tremont Street, and only a step +from his grave sleeps his friend Samuel Adams.</p><p><a name="III_Page_125"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="JOHN_QUINCY_ADAMS"></a></p><h2>JOHN QUINCY ADAMS</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_126"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>To the guidance of the legislative councils; to the assistance +of the executive and subordinate departments; +to the friendly co-operation of the respective State +Governments; to the candid and liberal support of the +people, so far as it may be deserved by honest industry +and zeal, I shall look for whatever success may attend +my public service; and knowing that "except the Lord +keep the city, the watchman waketh in vain," with +fervent supplications for His favor, to His overruling +providence I commit, with humble but fearless confidence, +my own fate and the future destinies of my +country.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 15em;'>—<i>Inaugural Address</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_127"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-7.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-7_th.jpg" alt="JOHN QUINCY ADAMS" /></a></p><p class="ctr">JOHN QUINCY ADAMS</p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>Nine miles south of Boston, just a +little back from the escalloped +shores of Old Ocean, lies the village +of Braintree. It is on the Plymouth +post-road, being one of that string +of settlements, built a few miles +apart for better protection, that +lined the sea, Boston being crowded, +and Plymouth full to overflowing, the home-seekers +spread out north and south.</p> + +<p>In Sixteen Hundred +Twenty, when the first cabin was built at Braintree, +land that was not in sight of the coast had actually no +value. Back a mile, all was a howling wilderness, with +trails made by wild beasts or savage men as wild. These +paths led through tangles of fallen trees and tumbled +rocks, beneath dark, overhanging pines where winter's +snows melted not till midsummer, and the sun's rays +were strange and alien. Men who sought to traverse +these ways had to crouch and crawl or climb. Through +them no horse or ox or beast of burden had carried its +load.</p> + +<p>But up from the sea the ground rose gradually for a +mile, and along this slope that faced the tide, wind and +storm had partly cleared the ground, and on the hillsides +our forefathers made their homes. The houses +were built facing either the east or the south. This +<a name="III_Page_128"></a>persistence to face either the sun or the sea shows a +last, strange rudiment of paganism, making queer +angles now that surveyors have come with Gunter's +chain and transit, laying out streets and doing their +work.</p> + +<p>A mile out, north of Braintree, on the Boston road, +came, in Sixteen Hundred Twenty-five, one Captain +Wollaston, a merry wight, and thirty boon companions, +all of whom probably left England for England's good. +They were in search of gold and pelf, and all were +agreed on one point: they were quite too good to do +any hard work. Their camp was called Mount Wollaston, +or the Merry Mount. Our gallant gentlemen cultivated +the friendship of the Indians, in the hope that +they would reveal the caves and caverns where the +gold grew lush and nuggets cumbered the way; and the +Indians, liking the drink they offered, brought them +meal and corn and furs.</p> + +<p>And so the thirty set up a Maypole, adorned with +bucks' horns, and drank and feasted, and danced like +fairies or furies, the livelong day or night. So scandalously +did these exiled lords behave that good folks +made a wide circuit 'round to avoid their camp.</p> + +<p>Preaching had been in vain, and prayers for the conversion +of the wretches remained unanswered. So the +neighbors held a convention, and decided to send Captain +Miles Standish with a posse to teach the merry +men manners.<a name="III_Page_129"></a></p> + +<p>Standish appeared among the bacchanalians one morning, +perfectly sober, and they were not. He arrested the +captain, and bade the others begone. The leader was +shipped back to England, with compliments and regrets, +and the thirty scattered. This was the first move in +that quarter in favor of local option.</p> + +<p>Six years later, the land thereabouts was granted and +apportioned out to the Reverend John Wilson, William +Coddington, Edward Quinsey, James Penniman, Moses +Payne and Francis Eliot.</p> + +<p>And these men and their families built houses and +founded "the North Precinct of the Town of Braintree."</p> + +<p>Between the North Precinct and the South Precinct +there was continual rivalry. Boys who were caught +over the dead-line, which was marked by Deacon Penniman's +house, had to fight. Thus things continued until +Seventeen Hundred Ninety-two, when one John Adams +was Vice-President of the United States. Now this +John Adams, lawyer, was the son of John Adams, +honest farmer and cordwainer, who had bought the +Penniman homestead, and whose progenitor, Henry +Adams, had moved there in Sixteen Hundred Thirty-six. +John Adams, Vice-President, afterwards President, +was born there in the Penniman house, and was regarded +as a neutral, although he had been thrashed by +boys both from the North and from the South Precinct. +But at the last, there is no such thing as neutrality.<a name="III_Page_130"></a></p> + +<p>John Adams sided with the boys from the North +Precinct, and now that he was in power it occurred to +him, having had a little experience in the revolutionary +line, that for the North Precinct to secede from the +great town of Braintree would be but proper and right.</p> + +<p>The North Precinct had six stores that sold W.I. +goods, and a tavern that sold W.E.T. goods, and it +should have a post-office of its own.</p> + +<p>So John Adams suggested the matter to Richard +Cranch, who was his brother-in-law and near neighbor. +Cranch agitated the matter, and the new town, which +was the old, was incorporated. They called it Quincy, +probably because Abigail, John's wife, insisted upon +it. She had named her eldest boy Quincy, in honor of +her grandfather, whose father's name was Quinsey, +and who had relatives who spelled it De Quincey, one +of which tribe was an opium-eater.</p> + +<p>Now, when Abigail made a suggestion, John usually +heeded it. For Abigail was as wise as she was good, and +John well knew that his success in life had come largely +from the help, counsel and inspiration vouchsafed to +him by this splendid woman. And the man who will +not let a woman have her way in all such small matters +as naming of babies or towns is not much of a man.</p> + +<p>So the town was named Quincy, and brother-in-law +Cranch was appointed its first postmaster. Shortly +after, the Boston "Centinel" contained a sarcastic article +over the signature, "Old Subscriber," concerning +<a name="III_Page_131"></a>the distribution of official patronage among kinsmen, +and the Eliots and the Everetts gossiped over their +back fences.</p> + +<p>At this time Abigail lived in the cottage +there on the Plymouth road, halfway between Braintree +and Quincy, but she got her mail at Quincy.</p> + +<p>The Adams cottage is there now, and the next time +you are in Boston you had better go out and see it, +just as June and I did one bright October day.</p> + +<p>June has lived within an hour's ride of the Adams' +home all her blessed thirty-two sunshiny summers; +she also boasts a Mayflower ancestry, with, however, +a slight infusion of Castle Garden, like myself, to give +firmness of fiber—and yet she had never been to Quincy.</p> + +<p>The John and Abigail cottage was built in Seventeen +Hundred Sixteen, so says a truthful brick found in the +quaint old chimney. Deacon Penniman built this house +for his son, and it faces the sea, although the older +Penniman house faces the south. John Adams was +born in the older house; but when he used to go to +Weymouth every Wednesday and Saturday evening +to see Abigail Smith, the minister's daughter, his +father, the worthy shoemaker, told him that when he +got married he could have the other house for himself.</p> + +<p>John was a bright young lawyer then, a graduate of +Harvard, where he had been sent in hopes that he +would become a minister, for one-half the students +then at Harvard were embryo preachers. But John +did not take to theology.<a name="III_Page_132"></a></p> + +<p>He had witnessed ecclesiastical tennis and theological +pitch and toss in Braintree that had nearly split the +town, and he decided on the law. One thing sure, he +could not work: he was not strong enough for that—everybody +said so. And right here seems a good place +to call attention to the fact that weak men, like those +who are threatened, live long. John Adams' letters to +his wife reveal a very frequent reference to liver complaint, +lung trouble, and that tired feeling, yet he lived +to be ninety-two.</p> + +<p>The Reverend Mr. Smith did not at first favor the idea +of his daughter Abigail marrying John Adams. The +Adams family were only farmers (and shoemakers +when it rained), while the Smiths had aristocracy on +their side. He said lawyers were men who got bad folks +out of trouble and good folks in. But Abigail said that +this lawyer was different; and as Mr. Smith saw it was +a love-match, and such things being difficult to combat +successfully, he decided he would do the next best +thing—give the young couple his blessing. Yet the +neighbors were quite scandalized to think that their +pastor's daughter should hold converse over the gate +with a lawyer, and they let the clergyman know it as +neighbors then did, and sometimes do now. Then did +the Reverend Mr. Smith announce that he would +preach a sermon on the sin of meddling with other +folk's business. As his text he took the passage from +Luke, seventh chapter, thirty-third verse: "For John +<a name="III_Page_133"></a>came neither eating bread nor drinking wine; and ye +say, he hath a devil."</p> + +<p>The neighbors saw the point, for a short time before, +when the eldest daughter, Mary, had married Richard +Cranch (the man who was to achieve a post-office), the +community had entered a protest, and the Reverend +Mr. Smith had preached from Luke, tenth chapter, +forty-second verse: "And Mary hath chosen that good +part which shall not be taken away from her." So there, +now!</p> + +<p>And John and Abigail were married one evening at +early candlelight, in the church at Weymouth. The +good father performed the ceremony, and nearly broke +down during it, they say, and then he kissed both bride +and groom.</p> + +<p>The neighbors had repaired to the parsonage and were +eating and drinking and making merry when John and +Abigail slipped out by the back gate, and made their +way, hand in hand, in the starlight, down the road that +ran through the woods to Braintree. When near the +village they cut across the pasture-lot and reached +their cottage, which for several weeks they had been +putting in order. John unlocked the front door, and +they entered over the big, flat stone at the entry, and +over which you may enter now, all sunken and worn by +generations of men gone. Some whose feet have pressed +that doorstep we count as the salt of the earth, for their +names are written large on history's page. Washington +<a name="III_Page_134"></a>rode out there on horseback, and while his aide held +his horse, he visited and drank mulled cider and ate +doughnuts within. Hancock came often, and Otis, +Samuel Adams and Loring used to enter without plying +the knocker.</p> + +<p>Through the earnest work of William G. Spear, the +cottage has now been restored and fully furnished, as +near like it was then as knowledge, fancy and imagination +can devise.</p> + +<p>When we reached Quincy we saw a benevolent-looking +old Puritan, and June said, "Ask him!"</p> + +<p>"Can you tell me where we can find Mr. Spear, the +antiquarian?" I inquired.</p> + +<p>"The which?" said the son of Priscilla Mullins.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Spear, the antiquarian," I repeated.</p> + +<p>"It's not Bill Spear who keeps a secondhand-shop, +you want, mebbe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I think that is the man."</p> + +<p>And so we were directed to the "secondhand-shop," +which proved to be the rooms of the Quincy Historical +Society. And there we saw such a wondrous collection of +secondhand stuff that, as we looked and looked, and Mr. +Spear explained, and gave large slices of Colonial history, +June, who is a Daughter of the American Revolution, +gushed a trifle more than was meet.</p> + +<p>Nothing short of a hundred years will set the seal of +value on an article for Mr. Spear, and one hundred +fifty is more like it. On his walls are hats, caps, spurs, +<a name="III_Page_135"></a>boots and accouterments used in the Revolutionary +War. Then there are candlesticks, snuffers, spectacles, +butter-molds, bonnets, dresses, shoes, baby-stockings, +cradles, rattles, aprons, butter-tubs made out of a +solid piece, shovels to match, andirons, pokers, skillets +and blue china galore.</p> + +<p>"Bill Spear" himself is quite a curiosity. He traces a +lineage to the well-known Lieutenant Seth Spear, of +Revolutionary fame, and back of that to John Alden, +who spoke for himself. The bark on the antiquarian, is +rather rough; and I regret to say that he makes use of a +few words I can not find in the "Century Dictionary," +but as June was not shocked I managed to stand it. On +further acquaintance I concluded that Mr. Spear's +bruskness was assumed, and that beneath the tough +husk there beats a very tender heart. He is one of those +queer fellows who do good by stealth and abuse you +roundly if accused of it.</p> + +<p>For twenty-five years Mr. Spear has been doing little +else but studying Colonial history, and making love to +old ladies who own clocks and skillets given them by +their great-grandmammas. There is no doubt that Spear +has dictated clauses in a hundred wills devising that +William G. Spear, Custodian of the Quincy Historical +Society, shall have snuffers and biscuit-molds.</p> + +<p>At first, Mr. Spear collected for his own amusement and +benefit, but the trouble grew upon him until it became +chronic, and one fine day he realized that he was not +<a name="III_Page_136"></a>immortal, and when he should die, all his collection, +which had taken years to accumulate, would be +scattered. And so he founded the Quincy Historical +Society, incorporated by a perpetual charter, with +Charles Francis Adams, grandson of John Quincy +Adams, as first president.</p> + +<p>Then, the next thing was to secure the cottage where +John and Abigail Adams began housekeeping, and +where John Quincy was born. This house has been in +the Adams family all these years and been rented to the +firm of Tom, Dick and Harry, and any of their tribe +who would agree to pay ten dollars a month for its use +and abuse. Just across the road from the cottage lives a +fine old soul by the name of John Crane. Mr. Crane is +somewhere between seventy and a hundred years old, +but he has a young heart, a face like Gladstone and a +memory like a copy-book. Mr. Crane was on very good +terms with John Quincy Adams, knew him well and had +often seen him come here to collect rent. He told me +that during his recollection the Adams place had been +occupied by full forty families. But now, thanks to +"Bill Spear," it is no longer for rent.</p> + +<p>The house has been raised from the ground, new sills +placed under it, and while every part—scantling, rafter, +joist, crossbeam, lath and weatherboard—of the original +house has been retained, it has been put in such order +that it is no longer going to ruin.</p> + +<p>From the ample stores of his various antiquarian +<a name="III_Page_137"></a>depositories Mr. Spear has refurnished it; and with a +ripe knowledge and rare good taste and restraining +imagination, the cottage is now shown to us as a Colonial +farmhouse of the year Seventeen Hundred Fifty. The +wonder to me is that Mr. Spear, being human, did not +move his "secondhand-shop" down here and make of +the place a curiosity-shop. But he has done better.</p> + +<p>As you step across the doorsill and pass from the little +entry into the "living-room," you pause and murmur, +"Excuse me." For there is a fire on the hearth, the tea-kettle +sings softly, and on the back of a chair hangs a +sunbonnet. And over there on the table is an open +Bible, and on the open page is a pair of spectacles and a +red, crumpled handkerchief. Yes, the folks are at home: +they have just stepped into the next room—perhaps are +eating dinner. And so you sit down in an old hickory +chair, or in the high settle that stands against the wall +by the fireplace, and wait, expecting every moment that +the kitchen-door will creak on its wooden hinges, and +Abigail, smiling and gentle, will enter to greet you. +Mr. Spear understands, and, disappearing, leaves you +to your thoughts—and June's.</p> + +<p>John and Abigail were lovers their lifetime through. +Their published letters show a oneness of thought and +sentiment that, viewed across the years, moves us to +tears to think that such as they should at last feebly +totter, and then turn to dust. But here they came in the +joyous springtime of their lives; upon this floor you +<a name="III_Page_138"></a>tread the ways their feet have trod; these walls have +echoed to their singing voices, listened to their counsels, +and seen love's caress.</p> + +<p>There is no surplus furniture +nor display nor setting forth of useless things. Every +article you see has its use. The little shelf of books, well-thumbed, +displays no "Trilby" nor "Quest of the +Golden Girl"—not an anachronism any where. Curtains, +chairs, tables, and the one or two pictures—all ring +true. In the kitchen are washtubs and butter-ladles and +bowls; and the lantern hanging by the chimney, with a +dipped candle inside, has a carefully scraped horn face. +It is a lanthorn. In the cupboard across the corner are +blue china and pewter spoons and steel knives, with just +a little polished-brass stuff sent from England. Down +in the cellar, with its dirt walls, are apples, yellow +pumpkins and potatoes—each in its proper place, for +Abigail was a rare good housekeeper. Then there is a +barrel of cider, with a hickory spigot and an inviting +gourd. All tells of economy, thrift, industry and the +cunning of woman's hands.</p> + +<p>In the kitchen is a funny cradle, hooded, and cut out of +a great pine log. The little mattress and the coverlet +seem disturbed, and you would declare the baby had +just been lifted out, and you listen for its cry. The +rocker is worn by the feet of mothers whose hands were +busy with needles or wheel as they rocked and sang. +And from the fact that it is in the kitchen, you know +that the servant-girl problem then had no terrors.<a name="III_Page_139"></a></p> + +<p>Overhead hang ears of corn, bunches of dried catnip, +pennyroyal and boneset, and festooned across the +corner are strings of dried apples.</p> + +<p>Then you go upstairs, +with conscience pricking a bit for thus visiting +the house of honest folks when they are away, for you +know how all good housewives dislike to have people +prying about, especially in the upper chambers—at +least June said so!</p> + +<p>The room to the right was Abigail's own. You would +know it was a woman's room. There is a faint odor of +lavender and thyme about it, and the white and blue +draperies around the little mirror, and the little feminine +nothings on the dresser, reveal the lady who would +appear well before the man she loves.</p> + +<p>The bed is a high, draped four-poster, plain and solid, +evidently made by a ship-carpenter who had ambitions. +The coverlet is light blue, and matches the draperies of +windows, dresser and mirror. On the pillow is a nightcap, +in which even a homely woman would be beautiful.</p> + +<p>There is a clothespress in the corner, into which +Mr. Spear says we may look. On the door is a slippery-elm +button, and within, hanging on wooden pegs, are +dainty dresses; stiff, curiously embroidered gowns they +are, that came from across the sea, sent, perhaps, by +John Adams when he went to France, and left Abigail +here to farm and sew and weave and teach the children. +June examined the dresses carefully, and said the +embroidery was handmade, and must have taken +<a name="III_Page_140"></a>months and months to complete. On a high shelf of the +closet are bandboxes, in which are bonnets, astonishing +bonnets, with prodigious flaring fronts. Mr. Spear insisted +that June should try one on, and when she did +we stood off and declared the effect was a vision of +loveliness. Outside the clothespress, on a peg, hangs a +linsey-woolsey every-day gown that shows marks of +wear. The waist came just under June's arms, and the +bottom of the dress to her shoe-tops.</p> + +<p>We asked +Mr. Spear the price of it, but the custodian is not +commercial. In a corner of the room is a cedar chest +containing hand-woven linen.</p> + +<p>By the front window is a little, low desk, with a leaf +that opens out for a writing-shelf. And here you see +quill-pens, fresh nibbed, and ink in a curious well made +from horn. Here it was that Abigail wrote those letters +to her lover-husband when he attended those first and +second Congresses in Philadelphia; and then when he +was in France and England, those letters in which we +see affection, loyalty, tales of babies with colic, brave, +political good sense, and all those foolish trifles that +go to fill up love-letters, and, at the last, are their divine +essence and charm.</p> + +<p>Here, she wrote the letter telling of going with their +seven-year-old boy, John Quincy, to Penn's Hill to +watch the burning of Charlestown; and saw the flashing +of cannons and rising smoke that marked the battle of +Bunker Hill. Here she wrote to her husband when he +<a name="III_Page_141"></a>was minister to England, "This little cottage has more +comfort and satisfaction for you than the courts of +royalty."</p> + +<p>But of all the letters written by that brave +woman none reveals her true nobility better than the +one written to her husband the day he became President +of the United States. Here it is entire:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i15">Quincy, 8 February, 1797</span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">"The sun is dressed in brightest beams,<br /></span> +<span class="i10">To give thy honors to the day."</span> +</div></div> + +<div class="blkquot"><p>"And may it prove an auspicious prelude to each ensuing +season. You have this day to declare yourself +head of a Nation. And now, O Lord, my God, Thou +hast made Thy servant ruler over the people. Give unto +him an understanding heart, that he may know how +to go out and come in before this great people; that he +may discern between good and bad. For who is able to +judge this Thy so great a people, were the words of a +royal Sovereign; and not less applicable to him who is +invested with the Chief Magistracy of a nation, though +he wear not a crown, nor the robes of royalty.</p> + +<p>"My thoughts and my meditations are with you, +though personally absent; and my petitions to Heaven +are that the things which make for peace may not be +hidden from your eyes. My feelings are not those of +pride or ostentation upon the occasion.</p> + +<p>"They are +solemnized by a sense of the obligations, the important +trusts, and numerous duties connected with it. That +you may be enabled to discharge them with honor to +<a name="III_Page_142"></a>yourself, with justice and impartiality to your country, +and with satisfaction to this great people, shall be the +daily prayer of your</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i24">"A.A."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It was in this room that Abigail waited while British +soldiers ransacked the rooms below and made bullets +of the best pewter spoons. Here her son who was to be +President was born.</p> + +<p>John Quincy Adams was six years old when his father +kissed him good-by and rode away for Philadelphia +with John Hancock and Samuel Adams (who rode a +horse loaned him by John Adams). Abigail stood in the +doorway holding the baby, and watched them disappear +in the curve of the road. This was in August, Seventeen +Hundred Seventy-four. Most of the rest of that year +Abigail was alone with her babies on the little farm. It +was the same next year, and in Seventeen Hundred +Seventy-six, too, when John Adams wrote home that +he had made the formal move for Independency and +also nominated George Washington as Commander-in-Chief +of the army; and he hoped things would soon be +better.</p> + +<p>Those were troublous times in which to live in the +vicinity of Boston. There were straggling troops passing +up and down the Plymouth road every day. Sometimes +they were redcoats and sometimes buff and blue, but +all seemed to be very hungry and extremely thirsty, +and the Adams household received a great deal more +<a name="III_Page_143"></a>attention than it courted. The master of the house was +away, but all seemed to know who lived there, and the +callers were not always courteous.</p> + +<p>In such a feverish atmosphere of unrest, children evolve +quickly into men and women, and their faces take on +the look of thought where should be only careless, +happy, dimpled smiles. Yes, responsibility matures, +and that is the way John Quincy Adams got cheated +out of his childhood.</p> + +<p>When eight years of age, his mother called him the +little man of the house. The next year he was a post-rider, +making a daily trip to Boston with letter-bags +across his saddlebows.</p> + +<p>When eleven years of age, his father came home to say +that some one had to go to France to serve with Jay +and Franklin in making a treaty.</p> + +<p>"Go," said Abigail, "and God be with you!" But +when it was suggested that John Quincy go, too, the +parting did not seem so easy. But it was a fine opportunity +for the boy to see the world of men, and the +mother's head appreciated it even if her heart did not. +And yet she had the heroism that is willing to remain +behind.</p> + +<p>So father and son sailed away; and little John Quincy +added postscripts to his father's letters and said, "I +send my loving duty to my mamma."</p> + +<p>The boy took kindly to foreign ways, as boys will, and +the French language had no such terrors for him as it +<a name="III_Page_144"></a>had for his father. The first stay in Europe was only +three months, and back they came on a leaky ship.</p> + +<p>But the home-stay was even shorter than the stay +abroad, and John Adams had again to cross the water +on his country's business. Again the boy went with him.</p> + +<p>It was five years before the mother saw him. And +then he had gone on alone from Paris to London to +meet her. She did not know him, for he was nearly +eighteen and a man grown. He had visited every +country in Europe and been the helper and companion +of statesmen and courtiers, and seen society in its +various phases. He spoke several languages, and in +point of polish and manly dignity was the peer of many +of his elders. Mrs. Adams looked at him and then began +to cry, whether for joy or for sorrow she did not know. +Her boy had gone, escaped her, gone forever, but, instead, +here was a tall young diplomat calling her +"mother."</p> + +<p>There was a career ahead for John Quincy Adams—his +father knew it, his mother was sure of it, and John +Quincy himself was not in doubt. He could then have +gone right on, but his father was a Harvard man, and +the New England superstition was strong in the Adams +heart that success could only be achieved when based +on a Harvard parchment.</p> + +<p>So back to Massachusetts sailed John Quincy; and a +two-year course at Harvard secured the much-desired +diploma.<a name="III_Page_145"></a></p> + +<p>From the very time he crawled over this kitchen-floor +and pushed a chair, learning to walk, or tumbled down +the stairs and then made his way bravely up again +alone, he knew that he would arrive. Precocious, proud, +firm, and with a coldness in his nature that was not a +heritage from either his father or his mother, he made +his way.</p> + +<p>It was a zigzag course, and the way was strewn with +the flotsam and jetsam of wrecked parties and blighted +hopes, but out of the wreckage John Quincy Adams +always appeared, calm, poised and serene. When he +opposed the purchase of Louisiana it looks as if he +allowed his animosity for Jefferson to put his judgment +in chancery. He made mistakes, but this was the only +blunder of his career. The record of that life expressed +in bold stands thus:</p> + + +<ul><li>1767—Born May Eleventh.</li> +<li>1776—Post-rider between Boston and Quincy.</li> +<li>1778—-At school in Paris.</li> +<li>1780—At school in Leyden.</li> +<li>1781—Private Secretary to Minister to Russia.</li> +<li>1787—-Graduated at Harvard.</li> +<li>1794—Minister at The Hague.</li> +<li>1797—Married Louise Catherine Johnson, of Maryland.</li> +<li>1797—Minister at Berlin.</li> +<li>1802—Member of Massachusetts State Senate.</li> +<li>1803—United States Senator.<a name="III_Page_146"></a></li> +<li>1806—Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory at Harvard</li> +<li>1809—Minister to Russia.</li> +<li>1811—Nominated and confirmed by Senate as Judge of Supreme Court of the United States; declined.</li> +<li>1814—Commissioner at Ghent to treat for peace with Great Britain.</li> +<li>1815—Minister to Great Britain.</li> +<li>1817—Secretary of State.</li> +<li>1825—Elected President of the United States.</li> +<li>1830—Elected a Member of Congress, and represented the district for seventeen years.</li> +<li>1848—Stricken with paralysis February Twenty-first in the Capitol, and died the second day after.</li> +</ul><p><a name="III_Page_147"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>"Aren't we staying in this room a good +while?" said June; "you have sat there +staring out of that window looking at nothing +for just ten minutes, and not a word have +you spoken!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Spear had disappeared into space, and so we made +our way across the little hall to the room that belonged +to Mr. Adams. It was in the disorder that men's rooms +are apt to be. On the table were quill-pens and curious +old papers with seals on them, and on one I saw the +date, June Sixteenth, Seventeen Hundred Sixty-eight—the +whole document written out in the hand of John +Adams, beginning very prim and careful, then moving +off into a hurried scrawl as spirit mastered the letter. +There is a little hair-covered trunk in the corner, +studded with brass nails, and boots and leggings and +canes and a jackknife and a bootjack, and, on the window-sill, +a friendly snuffbox. In the clothespress were +buff trousers and an embroidered coat, and shoes with +silver buckles, and several suits of every-day clothes, +showing wear and patches.</p> + +<p>On up to the garret we groped, and bumped our heads +against the rafters. The light was dim, but we could +make out more apples on strings, and roots and herbs +in bunches hung from the peak. Here was a three-legged +chair and a broken spinning-wheel, and the junk that +is too valuable to throw away, yet not good enough +to keep, but "some day may be needed."<a name="III_Page_148"></a></p> + +<p>Down the narrow stairway we went, and in the little +kitchen, Sammy, the artist, and Mr. Spear, the custodian, +were busy at the fireplace preparing dinner. There +is no stove in the house, and none is needed. The crane +and brick oven and long-handled skillets suffice. Sammy +is an expert camp-cook, and swears there is death in +the chafing-dish, and grows profane if you mention +one. His skill in turning flapjacks by a simple manipulation +of the long-handled griddle means more to his +true ego than the finest canvas.</p> + +<p>June offered to set the table, but Sammy said she could +never do it alone, so together they brought out the blue +china dishes and the pewter plates. Then they drew +water at the stone-curbed well with the great sweep, +carrying the leather-baled bucket between them.</p> + +<p>I was feeling quite useless and asked, "Can't I do +something to help?"</p> + +<p>"There is the lye-leach—you might bring out some +ashes and make some soft soap," said June pointing to +the ancient leach and soap-kettle in the yard, the joys +of Mr. Spear's heart.</p> + +<p>Sammy stood at the back door and pounded on the +dishpan with a wooden spoon to announce that dinner +was ready. It was quite a sumptuous meal: potatoes +baked in the ashes, beans baked in the brick oven, +coffee made on the hearth, fish cooked in the skillet, +and pancakes made on a griddle with a handle three +feet long.<a name="III_Page_149"></a></p> + +<p>Mr. Spear had aspirations toward an apple-pie and +had made violent efforts in that direction, but the product +being dough on top and charcoal on the bottom +we declined the nomination with thanks.</p> + +<p>June suggested that pies should be baked in an oven +and not cooked on a pancake griddle. The custodian +thought there might be something in it—a suggestion +he would have scorned and scouted had it come from +me.</p> + +<p>To change the rather painful subject, Mr. Spear began +to talk about John and Abigail Adams, and to quote +from their "Letters," a volume he seems to have by +heart.</p> + +<p>"Do you know why their love was so very steadfast, +and why they stimulated the mental and spiritual +natures of each other so?" asked June.</p> + +<p>"No, why was it?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll tell you: it was because they spent one-third +of their married life apart."</p> + +<p>"Indeed!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and in this way they lived in an ideal world. In +all their letters you see they are always counting the +days ere they will meet. Now, people who are together +all the time never write that way, because they do not +feel that way—I'll leave it to Mr. Spear!"</p> + +<p>But Mr. Spear, being a bachelor, did not know. Then +the case was referred to Sammy, and Sammy lied and +said he had never considered the subject.<a name="III_Page_150"></a></p> + +<p>"And would you advise, then, that married couples +live apart one-third of the time, in the interests of +domestic peace?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Certainly!" said June, with her Burne-Jones chin in +the air. "Certainly; but I fear you are the man who +does not understand; and anyway I am sure it will be +much more profitable for us to cultivate the receptive +spirit and listen to Mr. Spear—such opportunities do +not come very often. I did not mean to interrupt you, +Mr. Spear; go on, please!"</p> + +<p>And Mr. Spear filled a clay pipe with natural leaf that +he crumbled in his hand, and deftly picking a coal from +the fireplace with a shovel one hundred fifty years old, +puffed five times silently, and began to talk.</p><p><a name="III_Page_151"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="ALEXANDER_HAMILTON"></a></p><h2>ALEXANDER HAMILTON</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_152"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>The objects to be attained are: To justify and preserve +the confidence of the most enlightened friends of good +government; to promote the increasing respectability of +the American name; to answer the calls of justice; to +restore landed property to its due value; to furnish new +sources both to agriculture and to commerce; to cement +more closely the union of the States; to add to their +security against foreign attack; to establish public order +on the basis of an upright and liberal policy: these are +the great and invaluable ends to be secured by a proper +and adequate provision, at the present period, for the +support of public credit.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Report to Congress</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_153"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-8.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-8_th.jpg" alt="ALEXANDER HAMILTON" /></a></p><p class="ctr">ALEXANDER HAMILTON</p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>We do not know the name of the +mother of Alexander Hamilton: we +do not know the given name of his +father. But from letters, a diary and +pieced-out reports, allowing fancy +to bridge from fact to fact, we get +a patchwork history of the events +preceding the birth of this wonderful +man.</p> + +<p>Every strong man has had a splendid mother. +Hamilton's mother was a woman of wit, beauty and +education. While very young, through the machinations +of her elders, she had been married to a man much older +than herself—rich, wilful and dissipated. The man's +name was Lavine, but his first name we do not know, so +hidden were the times in a maze of obscurity. The young +wife very soon discovered the depravity of this man +whom she had vowed to love and obey; divorce was +impossible; and rather than endure a lifelong existence +of legalized shame, she packed up her scanty effects +and sought to hide herself from society and kinsmen by +going to the West Indies.</p> + +<p>There she hoped to find employment as a governess in +the family of one of the rich planters; or if this plan +were not successful she would start a school on her own +account, and thus benefit her kind and make for herself +an honorable living. Arriving at the island of Nevis, +<a name="III_Page_154"></a>she found that the natives did not especially desire +education, certainly not enough to pay for it, and there +was no family requiring a governess. But a certain +Scotch planter by the name of Hamilton, who was +consulted, thought in time that a school could be built +up, and he offered to meet the expense of it until such a +time as it could be put on a paying basis. Unmarried +women who accept friendly loans from men stand in +dangerous places. With all good women, heart-whole +gratitude and a friendship that seems unselfish ripen +easily into love. They did so here. Perhaps, in a warm, +ardent temperament, sore grief and biting disappointment +and crouching want obscure the judgment and +give a show of reason to actions that a colder intellect +would disapprove.</p> + +<p>On the frontiers of civilization man is greater than law—all +ceremonies are looked upon lightly. In a few months +Mrs. Lavine was called by the little world of Nevis, +Mrs. Hamilton, and Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton regarded +themselves as man and wife.</p> + +<p>The planter Hamilton was a hard-headed, busy individual, +who was quite unable to sympathize with his +wife's finer aspirations. Her first husband had been +clever and dissipated; this one was worthy and dull. +And thus deprived of congenial friendships, without +books or art or that social home life which goes to make +up a woman's world, and longing for the safety of close +sympathy and tender love, with no one on whom her +<a name="III_Page_155"></a>intellect could strike a spark, she keenly felt the bitterness +of exile.</p> + +<p>In a city where society ebbs and flows, an intellectual +woman married to a commerce-grubbing man is not +especially to be pitied. She can find intellectual affinities +that will ease the irksomeness of her situation. But to +be cast on a desert isle with a being, no matter how good, +who is incapable of feeling with you the eternal mystery +of the encircling tides; who can only stare when you +speak of the moaning lullaby of the restless sea; who +knows not the glory of the sunrise, and feels no thrill +when the breakers dash themselves into foam, or the +moonlight dances on the phosphorescent waves—ah, +that is indeed exile! Loneliness is not in being alone, for +then ministering spirits come to soothe and bless—loneliness +is to endure the presence of one who does not +understand.</p> + +<p>And so this finely organized, receptive, aspiring woman, +through the exercise of a will that seemed masculine in +its strength, found her feet mired in quicksand. She +struggled to free herself, and every effort only sank her +deeper. The relentless environment only held her with +firmer clutch.</p> + +<p>She thirsted for knowledge, for sweet music, for beauty, +for sympathy, for attainment. She had a heart-hunger +that none about her understood. She strove for better +things. She prayed to God, but the heavens were as +brass; she cried aloud, and the only answer was the +<a name="III_Page_156"></a>throbbing of her restless heart.</p> + +<p>In this condition, a +son was born to her. They called his name Alexander +Hamilton. This child was heir to all his mother's +splendid ambitions. Her lack of opportunity was his +blessing; for the stifled aspirations of her soul charged +his being with a strong man's desires, and all the +mother's silken, unswerving will was woven through his +nature. He was to surmount obstacles that she could +not overcome, and to tread under his feet difficulties +that to her were invincible.</p> + +<p>The prayer of her heart was answered, but not in the +way she expected. God listened to her after all; for every +earnest prayer has its answer, and not a sincere desire +of the heart but somewhere will find its gratification.</p> + +<p>But earth's buffets were too severe for the brave young +woman; the forces in league against her were more than +she could withstand, and before her boy was out of baby +dresses she gave up the struggle, and went to her long +rest, soothed only by the thought that, although she +had sorely blundered, she yet had done her work as +best she could.<a name="III_Page_157"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>At his mother's death, we find Alexander +Hamilton taken in charge by certain mystical +kinsmen. Evidently he was well cared for, as +he grew into a handsome, strong lad—small, +to be sure, but finely formed. Where he learned to read, +write and cipher we know not; he seems to have had +one of those active, alert minds that can acquire knowledge +on a barren island.</p> + +<p>When nine years old, he signed his name as witness to a +deed. The signature is needlessly large and bold, and +written with careful schoolboy pains, but the writing +shows the same characteristics that mark the thousand +and one dispatches which we have, signed at bottom, +"G. Washington."</p> + +<p>At twelve years of age, he was clerk in a general store—one +of those country stores where everything is kept, +from ribbon to whisky. There were other helpers in the +store, full grown; but when the proprietor went away +for a few days into the interior, the dark, slim youngster +took charge of the bookkeeping and the cash; and made +such shrewd exchanges of merchandise for produce that +when the "Old Man" returned, the lad was rewarded +by two pats on the head and a raise in salary of one +shilling a week.</p> + +<p>About this time, the boy was also showing signs of +literary skill by writing sundry poems and "compositions," +and one of his efforts in this line describing a +tropical hurricane was published in a London paper.<a name="III_Page_158"></a></p> + +<p>This opened the eyes of the mystical kinsmen to the +fact that they had a genius among them, and the elder +Hamilton was importuned for money to send the boy +to Boston that he might receive a proper education and +come back and own the store and be a magistrate and a +great man. No doubt the lad pressed the issue, too, for +his ambition had already begun to ferment, as we find +him writing to a friend, "I'll risk my life, though not +my character, to exalt my station."</p> + +<p>Most great things in America have to take their rise in +Boston; so it seems meet that Alexander Hamilton, aged +fifteen, a British subject, should first set foot on American +soil at Long Wharf, Boston. He took a ferry over +to Cambridgeport and walked through the woods three +miles to Harvard College. Possibly he did not remain +because his training in a bookish way had not been +sufficient for him to enter, and possibly he did not like +the Puritanic visage of the old professor who greeted +him on the threshold of Massachusetts Hall; at any +rate, he soon made his way to New Haven. Yale suited +him no better, and he took a boat for New York.</p> + +<p>He had letters to several good clergymen in New York, +and they proved wise and good counselors. The boy +was advised to take a course at the Grammar School +at Elizabethtown, New Jersey.</p> + +<p>There he remained a year, applying himself most +vigorously, and the next Fall he knocked at the gate of +King's College. It is called Columbia now, because kings +<a name="III_Page_159"></a>in America went out of fashion, and all honors formerly +paid to the king were turned over to Miss Columbia, +Goddess of Freedom.</p> + +<p>King's College swung wide its doors for the swarthy +little West Indian. He was allowed to choose his own +course, and every advantage of the university was +offered him. In a university, you get just all you are +able to hold—it depends upon yourself—and at the last +all men who are made at all are self-made.</p> + +<p>Hamilton improved each passing moment as it flew; +with the help of a tutor he threw himself into his work, +gathering up knowledge with the quick perception and +eager alertness of one from whom the good things of +earth have been withheld.</p> + +<p>Yet he lived well and spent his money as if there were +plenty more where it came from; but he was never dissipated +nor wasteful.</p> + +<p>This was in the year Seventeen Hundred Seventy-four, +and the Colonies were in a state of political excitement. +Young Hamilton's sympathies were all with the mother +country. He looked upon the Americans, for the most +part, as a rude, crude and barbaric people, who should +be very grateful for the protection of such an all-powerful +country as England. At his boarding-house +and at school, he argued the question hotly, defending +England's right to tax her dependencies.</p> + +<p>One fine day, one of his schoolmates put the question +to him flatly: "In case of war, on which side will you +<a name="III_Page_160"></a>fight?" Hamilton answered, "On the side of England."</p> + +<p>But by the next day he had reasoned it out that if +England succeeded in suppressing the rising insurrection +she would take all credit to herself; and if the +Colonies succeeded there would be honors for those +who did the work. Suddenly it came over him that +there was such a thing as "the divine right of insurrection," +and that there was no reason why men living +in America should be taxed to support a government +across the sea. The wealth produced in America should +be used to develop America.</p> + +<p>He was young, and burning with a lofty ambition. He +knew, and had known all along, that he would some +day be great and famous and powerful—here was the +opportunity.</p> + +<p>And so, next day, he announced at the boarding-house +that the eloquence and logic of his messmates were too +powerful to resist—he believed the Colonies and the +messmates were in the right. Then several bottles were +brought in, and success was drunk to all men who strove +for liberty.</p> + +<p>Patriotic sentiment is at the last self-interest; in fact, +Herbert Spencer declares that there is no sane thought +or rational act but has its root in egoism.</p> + +<p>Shortly after the young man's conversion, there was a +mass-meeting held in "The Fields," which meant the +wilds of what is now the region of Twenty-third Street.<a name="III_Page_161"></a></p> + +<p>Young Hamilton stood in the crowd and heard the +various speakers plead the cause of the Colonies, and +urge that New York should stand firm with Massachusetts +against the further encroachments and persecutions +of England. There were many Tories in the crowd, +for New York was with King George as against Massachusetts, +and these Tories asked the speakers embarrassing +questions that the speakers failed to answer. +And all the time young Hamilton found himself nearer +and nearer the platform. Finally, he undertook to reply +to a talkative Tory, and some one shouted, "Give +him the platform—the platform!" and in a moment +this seventeen-year-old boy found himself facing two +thousand people. There was hesitation and embarrassment, +but the shouts of one of his college chums, "Give +it to 'em! Give it to 'em!" filled in an awkward instant, +and he began to speak. There was logic and lucidity of +expression, and as he talked the air became charged +with reasons, and all he had to do was to reach up and +seize them.</p> + +<p>His strong and passionate nature gave gravity to his +sentences, and every quibbling objector found himself +answered, and more than answered, and the speakers +who were to present the case found this stripling doing +the work so much better than they could, that they +urged him on with applause and loud cries of "Bravo! +Bravo!"</p> + +<p>Immediately at the close of Hamilton's speech, the +<a name="III_Page_162"></a>chairman had the good sense to declare the meeting +adjourned—thus shutting off all reply, as well as closing +the mouths of the minnow orators who usually pop up +to neutralize the impression that the strong man has +made.</p> + +<p>Hamilton's speech was the talk of the town. The leading +Whigs sought him out and begged that he would +write down his address so that they could print it as a +pamphlet in reply to the Tory pamphleteers who were +vigorously circulating their wares. The pens of ready +writers were scarce in those days: men could argue, but +to present a forcible written brief was another thing. +So young Hamilton put his reasons on paper, and their +success surprised the boys at the boarding-house, and +the college chums and the professors, and probably +himself as well. His name was on the lips of all Whigdom, +and the Tories sent messengers to buy him off.</p> + +<p>But Congress was willing to pay its defenders, and +money came from somewhere—not much, but all the +young man needed. College was dropped; the political +pot boiled; and the study of history, economics and +statecraft filled the daylight hours to the brim and +often ran over into the night.</p> + +<p>The Winter of Seventeen Hundred Seventy-five passed +away; the plot thickened. New York had reluctantly +consented to be represented in Congress and agreed +grumpily to join hands with the Colonies.</p> + +<p>The redcoats +had marched out to Concord—and back; and the +<a name="III_Page_163"></a>embattled farmers had stood and fired the shot "heard +'round the world."</p> + +<p>Hamilton was working hard to bring New York over +to an understanding that she must stand firm against +English rule. He organized meetings, gave addresses, +wrote letters, newspaper articles and pamphlets. Then +he joined a military company and was perfecting himself +in the science of war.</p> + +<p>There were frequent outbreaks between Tory mobs +and Whigs, and the breaking up of your opponents' +meeting was looked upon as a pleasant pastime.</p> + +<p>Then came the British ship "Asia" and opened fire +on the town. This no doubt made Whigs of a good +many Tories. Whig sentiment was on the increase; +gangs of men marched through the streets and the +king's stores were broken into, and prominent Royalists +found their houses being threatened.</p> + +<p>Doctor Cooper, President of King's College, had been +very pronounced in his rebukes to Congress and the +Colonies, and a mob made its way to his house. Arriving +there, Hamilton and his chum Troup were found on +the steps, determined to protect the place. Hamilton +stepped forward, and in a strong speech urged that +Doctor Cooper had merely expressed his own private +views, which he had a right to do, and the house must +not on any account be molested. While the parley was +in progress, old Doctor Cooper himself appeared at one +of the upper windows and excitedly cautioned the +<a name="III_Page_164"></a>crowd not to listen to that blatant young rapscallion +Hamilton, as he was a rogue and a varlet and a vagrom. +The good Doctor then slammed the window and escaped +by the back way.</p> + +<p>His remarks raised a laugh in which even young Hamilton +joined, but his mistake was very natural in view +of the fact that he only knew that Hamilton had deserted +the college and espoused the devil's cause; and +not having heard his remarks, but seeing him standing +on his steps haranguing a crowd, thought surely he was +endeavoring to work up mischief against his old preceptor, +who had once plucked him in Greek.</p> + +<p>It seems to have been the intention of his guardians +that the limit of young Hamilton's stay in America was +to be two years, and by that time his education would +be "complete," and he would return to the West Indies +and surprise the natives.</p> + +<p>But his father, who supplied the money, and the mystical +kinsmen who supplied advice, and the kind friends +who had given him letters to the Presbyterian clergymen +at New York and Princeton, had figured without +their host. Young Hamilton knew all that Nevis had +in store for him: he knew its littleness, its contumely +and disgrace, and in the secret recesses of his own +strong heart he had slipped the cable that held him to +the past. No more remittances from home; no more +solicitous advice; no more kind, loving letters—the past +was dead.</p> + +<p>For England he once had had an almost +<a name="III_Page_165"></a>idolatrous regard; to him she had once been the protector +of his native land, the empress of the seas, the +enlightener of mankind; but henceforth he was an +American.</p> + +<p>He was to fight America's battles, to share in her +victory, to help make of her a great Nation, and to +weave his name into the web of her history so that as +long as the United States of America shall be remembered, +so long also shall be remembered the name of +Alexander Hamilton.<a name="III_Page_166"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>What General Washington called his "family" +usually consisted of sixteen men. These were +his aides, and more than that, his counselors +and friends. In Washington's frequent use +of that expression, "my family," there is a touch of +affection that we do not expect to find in the tents of +war. In rank, the staff ran the gamut from captain to +general. Each man had his appointed work and made +a daily report to his chief. When not in actual action, +the family dined together daily, and the affair was +conducted with considerable ceremony. Washington +sat at the head of the table, large, handsome and dignified. +At his right hand was seated the guest of honor, +and there were usually several invited friends. At his +left sat Alexander Hamilton, ready with quick pen to +record the orders of his chief.</p> + +<p>And methinks it would have been quite worth while to +have had a place at that board, and looked down the +table at "the strong, fine face, tinged with melancholy," +of Washington; and the cheery, youthful faces of Lawrence, +Tilghman, Lee, Aaron Burr, Alexander Hamilton +and the others of that brave and handsome company. +Well might they have called Washington father, for +this he was in spirit to them all—grave, gentle, courteous +and magnanimous, yet exacting strict and instant +obedience from all; and well, too, may we imagine that +this obedience was freely and cheerfully given.</p> + +<p>Hamilton became one of Washington's family on March<a name="III_Page_167"></a> +First, Seventeen Hundred Seventy-seven, with the +rank of lieutenant-colonel. He was barely twenty years +of age; Washington was forty-seven, and the average +age of the family, omitting its head, was twenty-five. +All had been selected on account of superior intelligence +and a record of dashing courage. When Hamilton took +his place at the board, he was the youngest member, +save one. In point of literary talent, he stood among +the very foremost in the country, for then there was no +literature in America save the literature of politics; +and as an officer, he had shown rare skill and bravery.</p> + +<p>And yet, such was Hamilton's ambition and confidence +in himself, that he hesitated to accept the position, +and considered it an act of sacrifice to do so. But having +once accepted, he threw himself into the work and +became Washington's most intimate and valued assistant. +Washington's correspondence with his generals, +with Congress, and the written decisions demanded +daily on hundreds of minor questions, mostly devolved +on Hamilton, for work gravitates to him who can do it +best. A simple "Yes," "No" or "Perhaps" from the +chief must be elaborated into a diplomatic letter, conveying +just the right shade of meaning, all with its +proper emphasis and show of dignity and respect. Thousands +of these dispatches can now be seen at the Capitol; +and the ease, grace, directness and insight shown in +them are remarkable. There is no muddy rhetoric or +befuddled clauses. They were written by one with a +<a name="III_Page_168"></a>clear understanding, who was intent that the person +addressed should understand, too.</p> + +<p>Many of these +documents were merely signed by Washington, but a +few reveal interlined sentences and an occasional word +changed in Washington's hand, thus showing that all +was closely scrutinized and digested.</p> + +<p>As a member of Washington's staff, Hamilton did not +have the independent command that he so much +desired; but he endured that heroic Winter at Valley +Forge, was present at all the important battles, took +an active part in most of them, and always gained +honor and distinction.</p> + +<p>As an aide to Washington, Hamilton's most important +mission was when he was sent to General Gates to +secure reinforcements for the Southern army. Gates +had defeated Burgoyne and won a full dozen stern +victories in the North. In the meantime, Washington +had done nothing but make a few brave retreats. +Gates' army was made up of hardy and seasoned soldiers, +who had met the enemy and defeated him over +and over again. The flush of success was on their banners; +and Washington knew that if a few thousand of +those rugged veterans could be secured to reinforce his +own well-nigh discouraged troops, victory would also +perch upon the banners of the South.</p> + +<p>As a superior officer he had the right to demand these +troops; but to reduce the force of a general who is +making an excellent success is not the common rule of +<a name="III_Page_169"></a>war. The country looked upon Gates as its savior, and +Gates was feeling a little that way himself. Gates had +but to demand it, and the position of Commander-in-Chief +would go to him. Washington thoroughly realized +this, and therefore hesitated about issuing an order +requesting a part of Gates' force. To secure these troops +as if the suggestion came from Gates was a most delicate +commission. Alexander Hamilton was dispatched to +Gates' headquarters, armed, as a last resort, with a +curt military order to the effect that he should turn +over a portion of his army to Washington. Hamilton's +orders were: "Bring the troops, but do not deliver this +order unless you are obliged to."</p> + +<p>Hamilton brought +the troops, and returned the order with seal intact.</p> + +<p>The act of his sudden breaking with Washington has +been much exaggerated. In fact, it was not a sudden +act at all, for it had been premeditated for some months. +There was a woman in the case. Hamilton had done +more than conquer General Gates on that Northern +trip; at Albany, he had met Elizabeth, daughter of +General Schuyler, and won her after what has been +spoken of as "a short and sharp skirmish." Both Alexander +and Elizabeth regarded "a clerkship" as quite +too limited a career for one so gifted; they felt that +nothing less than commander of a division would +answer. How to break loose—that was the question.</p> + +<p>And when Washington met him at the head of the +stairs of the New Windsor Hotel and sharply chided +<a name="III_Page_170"></a>him for being late, the young man embraced the opportunity +and said, "Sir, since you think I have been remiss, +we part."</p> + +<p>It was the act of a boy; and the figure of this boy, five +feet five inches high, weight one hundred twenty, aged +twenty-four, talking back to his chief, six feet three, +weight two hundred, aged fifty, has its comic side. +Military rule demands that every one shall be on time, +and Washington's rebuke was proper and right. Further +than this, one feels that if he had followed up his rebuke +by boxing the young man's ears for "sassing back," he +would still not have been outside the lines of duty.</p> + +<p>But an hour afterwards we find Washington sending +for the youth and endeavoring to mend the break. And +although Hamilton proudly repelled his advances, +Washington forgave all and generously did all he could +to advance the young man's interests. Washington's +magnanimity was absolutely without flaw, but his +attitude towards Hamilton has a more suggestive +meaning when we consider that it was a testimonial of +the high estimate he placed on Hamilton's ability.</p> + +<p>At Yorktown, Washington gave Hamilton the perilous +privilege of leading the assault. Hamilton did his work +well, rushing with fiery impetuosity upon the fort—carried +all before him, and in ten minutes had planted +the Stars and Stripes on the ramparts of the enemy.</p> + +<p>It was a fine and fitting close to his glorious military +career.<a name="III_Page_171"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>When Washington became President, the +most important office to be filled was that of +manager of the exchequer. In fact, all there +was of it was the office—there was no treasury, +no mint, no fixed revenue, no credit; but there +were debts—foreign and domestic—and clamoring +creditors by the thousand. The debts consisted of what +was then the vast sum of eighty million dollars. The +treasury was empty. Washington had many advisers +who argued that the Nation could never live under +such a weight of debt—the only way was flatly and +frankly to repudiate—wipe the slate clean—and begin +afresh.</p> + +<p>This was what the country expected would be done; +and so low was the hope of payment that creditors +could be found who were willing to compromise their +claims for ten cents on the dollar. Robert Morris, who +had managed the finances during the period of the +Confederation, utterly refused to attempt the task +again, but he named a man who, he said, could bring +order out of chaos, if any living man could. That man +was Alexander Hamilton. Washington appealed to +Hamilton, offering him the position of Secretary of +the Treasury. Hamilton, aged thirty-two, gave up his +law practise, which was yielding him ten thousand a +year, to accept this office which paid three thousand +five hundred. Before the British cannon, Washington +did not lose heart, but to face the angry mob of creditors +<a name="III_Page_172"></a>waving white-paper claims made him quake; but with +Hamilton's presence his courage came back.</p> + +<p>The first thing that Hamilton decided upon was that +there should be no repudiation—no offer of compromise +would be considered—every man should be paid in full. +And further than this, the general government would +assume the entire war debt of each individual State. +Washington concurred with Hamilton on these points, +but he could make neither oral nor written argument +in a way that would convince others; so this task was +left to Hamilton. Hamilton appeared before Congress +and explained his plans—explained them so lucidly +and with such force and precision that he made an +indelible impression. There were grumblers and complainers, +but these did not and could not reply to Hamilton, +for he saw all over and around the subject, and +they saw it only at an angle. Hamilton had studied the +history of finance, and knew the financial schemes of +every country. No question of statecraft could be asked +him for which he did not have a reply ready. He knew +the science of government as no other man in America +then did, and recognizing this, Congress asked him to +prepare reports on the collection of revenue, the coasting +trade, the effects of a tariff, shipbuilding, post-office +extension, and also a scheme for a judicial system. +When in doubt they asked Hamilton.</p> + +<p>And all the time Hamilton was working at this bewildering +maze of detail, he was evolving that financial +<a name="III_Page_173"></a>policy, broad, comprehensive and minute, which endures +even to this day, even to the various forms of +accounts that are now kept at the Treasury Department +at Washington.</p> + +<p>His insistence that to preserve the credit of a nation +every debt must be paid, is an idea that no statesman +now dare question. The entire aim and intent of his +policy was high, open and frank honesty. The people +should be made to feel an absolute security in their +government, and this being so, all forms of industry +would prosper, "and the prosperity of the people is +the prosperity of the Nation." To such a degree of +confidence did Hamilton raise the public credit that +in a very short time the government found no trouble +in borrowing all the money it needed at four per cent; +and yet this was done in face of the fact that its debt +had increased.</p> + +<p>Just here was where his policy invited its strongest and +most bitter attack. For there are men today who can +not comprehend that a public debt is a public blessing, +and that all liabilities have a strict and undivorceable +relationship to assets. Alexander Hamilton was a +leader of men. He could do the thinking of his time and +map out a policy, "arranging every detail for a kingdom." +He has been likened to Napoleon in his ability +to plan and execute with rapid and marvelous precision, +and surely the similarity is striking.</p> + +<p>But he was not an adept in the difficult and delicate +<a name="III_Page_174"></a>art of diplomacy—he could not wait. He demanded +instant obedience, and lacked all of that large, patient, +calm magnanimity so splendidly shown forth since by +Abraham Lincoln. Unlike Jefferson, his great rival, he +could not calmly and silently bide his time. But I will +not quarrel with a man because he is not some one else.</p> + +<p>He saw things clearly at a glance; he knew because +he knew; and if others would not follow, he had the +audacity to push on alone. This recklessness to the +opinion of the slow and plodding, this indifference to +the dull, gradually drew upon him the hatred of a class.</p> + +<p>They said he was a monarchist at heart and "such +men are dangerous." The country became divided into +those who were with Hamilton and those who were +against him. The very transcendent quality of his +genius wove the net that eventually was to catch his +feet and accomplish his ruin.<a name="III_Page_175"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>It has been the usual practise for nearly a +hundred years to refer to Aaron Burr as a +roue, a rogue and a thorough villain, who took +the life of a gentle and innocent man.</p> + +<p>I have no apologies to make for Colonel Burr; the record +of his life lies open in many books, and I would neither +conceal nor explain away.</p> + +<p>If I should attempt to describe the man and liken him +to another, that man would be Alexander Hamilton.</p> + +<p>They were the same age within ten months; they +were the same height within an inch; their weight was +the same within five pounds, and in temperament and +disposition they resembled each other as brothers seldom +do. Each was passionate, ambitious, proud.</p> + +<p>In the drawing-room where one of these men chanced +to be, there was room for no one else—such was the +vivacity, the wit, and the generous, glowing good-nature +shown. With women, the manner of these men +was most gentle and courtly; and the low, alluring +voice of each was music's honeyed flattery set to words.</p> + +<p>Both were much under the average height, yet the +carriage of each was so proud and imposing that everywhere +they went men made way, and women turned +and stared.</p> + +<p>Both were public speakers and lawyers of such eminence +that they took their pick of clients and charged all the +fee that policy would allow. In debate, there was a +wilful aggressiveness, a fiery sureness, a lofty certainty, +<a name="III_Page_176"></a>that moved judges and juries to do their bidding. +Henry Cabot Lodge says that so great was Hamilton's +renown as a lawyer that clients flocked to him because +the belief was abroad that no judge dare decide against +him. With Burr it was the same.</p> + +<p>Both made large sums, and both spent them all as fast +as made.</p> + +<p>In point of classic education, Burr had the advantage. +He was the grandson of the Reverend Jonathan Edwards. +In his strong, personal magnetism, and keen, +many-sided intellect, Aaron Burr strongly resembled +the gifted Presbyterian divine who wrote "Sinners in +the Hands of an Angry God." His father was the +Reverend Aaron Burr, President of Princeton College. +He was a graduate of Princeton, and, like Hamilton, +always had the ability to focus his mind on the subject +in hand, and wring from it its very core. Burr's reputation +as to his susceptibility to women's charms is the +world's common—very common—property. He was +unhappily married; his wife died before he was thirty; +he was a man of ardent nature and stalked through the +world a conquering Don Juan. A historian, however, +records that "his alliances were only with women who +were deemed by society to be respectable. Married +women, unhappily mated, knowing his reputation, very +often placed themselves in his way, going to him for +advice, as moths court the flame. Young, tender and +innocent girls had no charm for him."<a name="III_Page_177"></a></p> + +<p>Hamilton was happily married to a woman of aristocratic +family; rich, educated, intellectual, gentle, and +worthy of him at his best. They had a family of eight +children. Hamilton was a favorite of women everywhere +and was mixed up in various scandalous intrigues. He +was an easy mark for a designing woman. In one +instance, the affair was seized upon by his political foes, +and made capital of to his sore disadvantage. Hamilton +met the issue by writing a pamphlet, laying bare the +entire shameless affair, to the horror of his family and +friends. Copies of this pamphlet may be seen in the +rooms of the American Historical Society at New York. +Burr had been Attorney-General of New York State +and also United States Senator. Each man had served +on Washington's staff; each had a brilliant military +record; each had acted as second in a duel; each +recognized the honor of the code.</p> + +<p>Stern political differences arose, not so much through +matters of opinion and conscience, as through ambitious +rivalry. Neither was willing the other should rise, yet +both thirsted for place and power. Burr ran for the +Presidency, and was sternly, strongly, bitterly opposed +as "a dangerous man" by Hamilton.</p> + +<p>At the election one more electoral vote would have +given the highest office of the people to Aaron Burr; as +it was he tied with Jefferson. The matter was thrown +into the House of Representatives, and Jefferson was +given the office, with Burr as Vice-President. Burr +<a name="III_Page_178"></a>considered, and perhaps rightly, that were it not for +Hamilton's assertive influence he would have been +President of the United States.</p> + +<p>While still Vice-President, Burr sought to become +Governor of New York, thinking this the surest road to +receiving the nomination for the Presidency at the next +election.</p> + +<p>Hamilton openly and bitterly opposed him, and the +office went to another.</p> + +<p>Burr considered, and rightly, that were it not for +Hamilton's influence he would have been Governor of +New York.</p> + +<p>Burr, smarting under the sting of this continual +opposition by a man who himself was shelved politically +through his own too fiery ambition, sent a note by his +friend Van Ness to Hamilton, asking whether the +language he had used concerning him ("a dangerous +man") referred to him politically or personally.</p> + +<p>Hamilton replied evasively, saying he could not recall +all that he might have said during fifteen years of +public life. "Especially," he said in his letter, "it can +not be reasonably expected that I shall enter into any +explanation upon a basis so vague as you have adopted. +I trust on more reflection you will see the matter in the +same light. If not, however, I only regret the circumstances, +and must abide the consequences."</p> + +<p>When fighting men use fighting language they invite a +challenge. Hamilton's excessively polite regret that "he +<a name="III_Page_179"></a>must abide the consequences" simply meant fight, as +his language had for a space of five years.</p> + +<p>A challenge was sent by the hand of Pendleton. Hamilton +accepted. Being the challenged man (for duelists are +always polite), he was given the choice of weapons. He +chose pistols at ten paces.</p> + +<p>At seven o'clock on the morning of July Eleventh, +Eighteen Hundred Four, the participants met on the +heights of Weehawken, overlooking New York Bay. +On a toss Hamilton won the choice of position and his +second also won the right of giving the word to fire.</p> + +<p>Each man removed his coat and cravat; the pistols were +loaded in their presence. As Pendleton handed his pistol +to Hamilton he asked, "Shall I set the hair-trigger?"</p> + +<p>"Not this time," replied Hamilton. With pistols +primed and cocked, the men were stationed facing +each other, thirty feet apart.</p> + +<p>Both were pale, but free from any visible nervousness +or excitement. Neither had partaken of stimulants. +Each was asked if he had anything to say, or if he knew +of any way by which the affair could be terminated +there and then.</p> + +<p>Each answered quietly in the negative. Pendleton, +standing fifteen feet to the right of his principal, said: +"One—two—three—present!" and as the last final +sounding of the letter "t" escaped his teeth, Burr +fired, followed almost instantly by the other.</p> + +<p>Hamilton arose convulsively on his toes, reeled, and<a name="III_Page_180"></a> +Burr, dropping his smoking pistol, sprang towards him +to support him, a look of regret on his face.</p> + +<p>Van Ness raised an umbrella over the fallen man, and +motioned Burr to be gone.</p> + +<p>The ball passed through Hamilton's body, breaking a +rib, and lodging in the second lumbar vertebra.</p> + +<p>The bullet from Hamilton's pistol cut a twig four feet +above Burr's head.</p> + +<p>While he was lying on the ground Hamilton saw his +pistol near and said, "Look out for that pistol, it is +loaded—Pendleton knows I did not intend to fire at +him!"</p> + +<p>Hamilton died the following day, first declaring that he +bore Colonel Burr no ill-will.</p> + +<p>Colonel Burr said he very much regretted the whole +affair, but the language and attitude of Hamilton forced +him to send a challenge or remain quiet and be branded +as a coward. He fully realized before the meeting that if +he killed Hamilton it would be political death for him, +too.</p> + +<p>At the time of the deed Burr had no family; Hamilton +had a wife and seven children, his oldest son having +fallen in a duel fought three years before on the +identical spot where he, too, fell.</p> + +<p>Burr fled the country.</p> + +<p>Three years afterwards, he was arrested for treason in +trying to found an independent State within the borders +of the United States. He was tried and found not guilty.<a name="III_Page_181"></a></p> + +<p>After some years spent abroad he returned and took +up the practise of law in New York. He was fairly +successful, lived a modest, quiet life, and died September +Fourteenth, Eighteen Hundred Thirty-six, aged +eighty years.</p> + +<p>Hamilton's widow survived him just one-half a century, +dying in her ninety-eighth year.</p> + +<p>So passeth away the glory of the world.</p><p><a name="III_Page_182"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="DANIEL_WEBSTER"></a></p><h2>DANIEL WEBSTER</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_183"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>Not many days ago I saw at breakfast the notablest +of all your notabilities, Daniel Webster. He is a magnificent +specimen. You might say to all the world, "This +is our Yankee-Englishman; such links we make in +Yankeeland!" As a logic fencer, advocate or Parliamentary +Hercules, one would incline to back him at +first sight against all the extant world. The tanned +complexion; the amorphous, craglike face; the dull +black eyes under the precipice of brows, like dull +anthracite furnaces needing only to be blown; the +mastiff mouth accurately closed; I have not traced so +much of silent Berserker rage that I remember of in +any other man. "I guess I should not like to be your +nigger!"<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Carlyle to Emerson</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_184"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-9.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-9_th.jpg" alt="DANIEL WEBSTER" /></a></p><p class="ctr">DANIEL WEBSTER</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_185"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>Those were splendid days, tinged +with no trace of blue, when I attended +the district school, wearing +trousers buttoned to a calico waist. +I had ambitions then—I was sure +that some day I could spell down +the school, propound a problem in +fractions that would puzzle the +teacher, and play checkers in a way that would cause +my name to be known throughout the entire township.</p> + +<p>In the midst of these pleasant emotions, a cloud +appeared upon the horizon of my happiness. What +was it? A Friday Afternoon, that's all.</p> + +<p>A new teacher had been engaged—a woman, actually +a young woman. It was prophesied that she could not +keep order a single day, for the term before, the big +boys had once arisen and put out of the building the +man who taught them. Then there was a boy who +occasionally brought a dog to school; and when the +bell rang, the dog followed the boy into the room and +lay under the desk pounding his tail on the floor; and +everybody tittered and giggled until the boy had been +coaxed into taking the dog home, for if merely left in +the entry he howled and whined in a way that made +study impossible. But one day the boy was not to be +coaxed, and the teacher grabbed the dog by the scruff +<a name="III_Page_186"></a>of the neck, and flung him through a window so forcibly +that he never came back. And now a woman was to +teach the school: she was only a little woman and yet +the boys obeyed her, and I had come to think that a +woman could teach school nearly as well as a man, +when the awful announcement was made that thereafter +every week we were to have a Friday Afternoon. +There were to be no lessons; everybody was to speak a +piece, and then there was to be a spelling-match—and +that was all. But heavens! it was enough.</p> + +<p>Monday began very blue and gloomy, and the density +increased as the week passed. My mother had drilled +me well in my lines, and my big sister was lavish in her +praise, but the awful ordeal of standing up before the +whole school was yet to come.</p> + +<p>Thursday night I slept but little, and all Friday morning +I was in a burning fever. At noon I could not eat +my lunch, but I tried to, manfully, and as I munched +on the tasteless morsels, salt tears rained on the johnnycake +I held in my hand. And even when the girls +brought in big bunches of wild flowers and cornstalks, +and began to decorate the platform, things appeared +no brighter.</p> + +<p>Finally, the teacher went to the door and +rang the bell: nobody seemed to play, and as the scholars +took their seats, some, very pale, tried to smile, and +others whispered, "Have you got your piece?" Still +others kept their lips working, repeating lines that +struggled hard to flee.<a name="III_Page_187"></a></p> + +<p>Names were called, but I did not see who went up, +neither did I hear what was said. At last, my name was +called: it came like a clap of thunder—as a great surprise, +a shock. I clutched the desk, struggled to my +feet, passed down the aisle, the sound of my shoes +echoing through the silence like the strokes of a maul. +The blood seemed ready to burst from my eyes, ears +and nose.</p> + +<p>I reached the platform, missed my footing, stumbled, +and nearly fell. I heard the giggling that followed, and +knew that a red-haired boy, who had just spoken, and +was therefore unnecessarily jubilant, had laughed aloud.</p> + +<p>I was angry. I shut my fists so that the nails cut my +flesh, and glaring straight at his red head shot my bolt: +"I know not how others may feel, but sink or swim, +live or die, survive or perish, I give my heart and my +hand to this vote. It is my living sentiment and by the +blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment. Independence +now, and independence forever."</p> + +<p>That was all of the piece. I gave the whole thing in a +mouthful, and started for my seat, got halfway there +and remembered I had forgotten to bow, turned, went +back to the platform, bowed with a jerk, started again +for my seat, and hearing some one laugh, ran.</p> + +<p>Reaching the seat, I burst into tears.</p> + +<p>The teacher +came over, patted my head, kissed my cheek, and told +me I had done first-rate, and after hearing several +others speak I calmed down and quite agreed with her.<a name="III_Page_188"></a></p> + + +<hr /> + +<p>It was Daniel Webster who caused the Friday +Afternoon to become an institution in the +schools of America. His early struggles were +dwelt upon and rehearsed by parents and +pedagogues until every boy was looked upon as a +possible Demosthenes holding senates in thrall.</p> + +<p>If physical imperfections were noticeable, the fond +mother would explain that Demosthenes was a sickly, +ill-formed youth, who only overcame a lisp by orating +to the sea with his mouth full of pebbles; and every one +knew that Webster was educated only because he was +too weak to work. Oratory was in the air; elocution +was rampant; and to declaim in orotund, and gesticulate +in curves, was regarded as the chief end of man. +One-tenth of the time in all public schools was given +over to speaking, and on Saturday evenings the schoolhouse +was sacred to the Debating Society.</p> + +<p>Then came the Lyceum, and the orators of the land +made pilgrimages, stopping one day in a place, putting +themselves on exhibition, and giving the people a taste +of their quality at fifty cents per head. Recently, there +has been a relapse of the oratorical fever. Every city +from Leadville to Boston has its College of Oratory, or +School of Expression, wherein a newly discovered +"Natural Method" is divulged for a consideration. +Some of these "Colleges" have done much good; one +in particular I know, that fosters a fine spirit of sympathy, +and a trace of mysticism that is well in these +<a name="III_Page_189"></a>hurrying, scurrying days.</p> + +<p>But all combined have +never produced an orator; no, dearie, they never have, +and never can. You might as well have a school for +poets, or a college for saints, or give medals for proficiency<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">in the gentle art of wooing, as to expect to</span><br /> +make an orator by telling how.</p> + +<p>Once upon a day, Sir Walter Besant was to give a lecture +upon "The Art of the Novelist." He had just adjusted +his necktie for the last time, slipped a lozenge +into his mouth, and was about to appear upon the +platform, when he felt a tug at the tail of his dress-coat. +On looking around, he saw the anxious face of his +friend, James Payn. "For God's sake, Walter," whispered +Payn, "you are not going to explain to 'em how +you do it, are you?" But Walter did not explain how +to write fiction, because he could not, and Payn's quizzing +question happily relieved the lecture of the bumptiousness +it might otherwise have contained.</p> + +<p>The first culture for which a people reach out is oratory. +The Indian is an orator with "the natural method"; +he takes the stump on small provocation, and under +the spell of the faces that look up to him, is often moved +to strange eloquence. I have heard negro preachers +who could neither read nor write, move vast congregations +to profoundest emotion by the magic of their +words and presence. And further, they proved to me +that the ability to read and write is a cheap accomplishment, +and that a man can be a very strong character, +<a name="III_Page_190"></a>and not know how to do either.</p> + +<p>For the most part, +people who live in cities are not moved by oratory; +they are unsocial, unimaginative, unemotional. They +see so much and hear so much that they cease to be +impressed. When they come together in assemblages +they are so apathetic that they fail to generate magnetism—there +is no common soul to which the speaker can +address himself. They are so cold that the orator never +welds them into a mass. He may amuse them, but in a +single hour to change the opinions of a lifetime is no +longer possible in America. There are so many people, +and so much business to transact, that emotional life +plays only upon the surface—in it there is no depth. +To possess depth you must commune with the Silences. +No more do you find men and women coming for fifty +miles, in wagons, to hear speakers discuss political +issues; no more do you find campmeetings where the +preacher strikes conviction home until thousands are +on their knees crying to God for mercy.</p> + +<p>Intelligence has increased; spirituality has declined, +and as a people the warm emotions of our hearts are +gone forever.</p> + +<p>Oratory is a rustic product. The great orators have +always been country-bred, and their appeal has been +made to rural people. Those who live in a big place +think they are bigger on that account. They acquire +glibness of speech and polish of manner; but they purchase +these things at a price. They lack the power to +<a name="III_Page_191"></a>weigh mighty questions, the courage to formulate +them, and the sturdy vitality to stand up and declare +them in the face of opposition. Revolutions are fought +by farmers and rail-splitters; these are the embattled +men who fire the shots heard 'round the world.</p> + +<p>When Daniel Webster's father took up his residence in +New Hampshire, his log cabin was the most northern +one of the Colonies. Between him and Montreal lay an +unbroken forest inhabited only by prowling Indians. +Ebenezer Webster's long rifle had sent cold lead into +many a redskin; and the same rifle had done good +service in fighting the British. Once, its owner stood +guard before Washington's Headquarters at Newburgh, +and Washington came out and said, "Captain Webster, +I can trust you!"</p> + +<p>Ebenezer Webster would leave his home to carry a bag +of corn on his back through the woods to the mill ten +miles away to have it ground into meal, and his wife +would be left alone with the children. On such occasions, +Indians who never saw settlers' cabins without having +an itch to burn them, used sometimes to call, and the +housewife would have to parley with these savages, +"impressing them concerning the rights of property."</p> + +<p>So here was born Daniel Webster, in Seventeen +Hundred Eighty-two, the second child of his mother. +His father was then forty-three, and had already raised +one brood, but his mother was only in her twenties. It +seems that biting poverty and sore deprivation are +<a name="III_Page_192"></a>about as good prenatal influences as a soul can well +ask, provided there abides with the mother a noble +discontent and a brave unrest.</p> + +<p>However, it came +near being overdone in Daniel Webster's case, for the +Mrs. Gamp who presided at his birth declared he could +not live, and if he did, would "allus be a no-'count."</p> + +<p>But he made a brave fight for breath, and his crossness +and peevishness through the first years of his life were +proof of vitality. He must have been a queer toddler +when he wore dresses, with his immense head and deep-set +black eyes and serious ways.</p> + +<p>Being sickly, he was allowed to rule, and the big girls, +his half-sisters, humored him, and his mother did the +same. They taught him his letters when he was only +a baby, and he himself said that he could not remember +a time when he could not read the Bible.</p> + +<p>When he grew older he did not have to bring in wood +and do the chores—he was not strong enough, they +said. Little Dan was of a like belief, and encouraged +the idea on every occasion. He roamed the woods, +fished, hunted, and read every scrap of print that came +his way.</p> + +<p>Being able to read any kind of print, and not being +strong enough to work, it very early was decided that +he should have an education. It is rather a humbling +confession to make, but our worthy forefathers chiefly +prized an education for the fact that it caused the +fortunate possessor to be exempt from manual labor.<a name="III_Page_193"></a></p> + +<p>When Daniel was fourteen, a member of Congress came +to see Ebenezer Webster, to secure his influence at +election. As the great man rode away, Ebenezer said +to his son: "Daniel, look there! he is educated and gets +six dollars a day in Congress for doing nothing; while +I toil on this rocky hillside and hardly see six dollars +in a year. Daniel, get an education!"</p> + +<p>"I'll do it," said Daniel, and throwing his arms around +his father's neck, burst into tears.</p> + +<p>The village of Salisbury, where Webster was born, is +fifteen miles north of Concord. You leave the train at +Boscowan, and there is a rickety old stage, with a +loquacious driver, that will take you to Salisbury, five +miles, for twenty-five cents. The country is one vast +outcrop of granite; and one can not but be filled with +admiration, mingled with pity, for the dwellers thereabouts +who call these piles of rock "farms."</p> + +<p>As we wound slowly around the hills, the church-spire +of the village came in sight; and soon we entered the +one street of this sleepy, forgotten place. I shook hands +with the old stage-driver as he let me down in front +of the tavern; and as I went in search of the landlord, +I thought of the remark of the Chicago woman who, +in riding from Warwick over to Stratford, said, "Goodness +me! why should a man like Shakespeare ever take +it in his head to live so far off!"</p> + +<p>Salisbury has four hundred people. You can rent a +house there for fifty dollars a year, or should you prefer +<a name="III_Page_194"></a>not to keep house, but board, you can be accommodated +at the tavern for three dollars a week. There are various +abandoned farms round about, and they are abandoned +so thoroughly that even Kate Sanborn would not have +the courage to their adoption try.</p> + +<p>The landlord of the hotel told me that were it not for +the "Harvest Dance," the dance on the Fourth of +July, and the party at Christmas, he could not keep +the house open at all. Of course, all the inhabitants +know that Webster was born at Salisbury, but there +is not so much local pride in the matter as there is at +East Aurora over the fact that one of her former citizens +is a performer in Barnum and Bailey's Circus.</p> + +<p>The number of old men in one of these New England +villages impresses folks from the West as being curious. +There are a full dozen men at Salisbury between seventy-five +and ninety, and all have positive ideas as to +just why Daniel Webster missed the Presidency. I +found opinion curiously divided as to Webster's ability; +but all seemed to argue that when he left New +Hampshire and became a citizen of Massachusetts, he +made a fatal mistake.<a name="III_Page_195"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The sacrifices that the mother and the father +of Daniel Webster made, in order that he +might go to school, were very great. Every +one in the family had to do without things, +that this one might thrive. The boy accepted it all, +quite as a matter of course, for from babyhood he had +been protected and petted. At the last we must admit +that the man who towers above his fellows is the one +who has the power to make others work for him; a +great success is not possible in any other way.</p> + +<p>Throughout his life Webster utilized the labor of others, +and took it in a high and imperious manner, as though +it were his due. No doubt the way in which his family +lavished their gifts upon him fixed in his mind that +immoral slant of disregard for his financial obligations +which clung to him all through life.</p> + +<p>There is a story told of his going to a county fair with +his brother Ezekiel, which shows the characters of +these brothers better than a chapter. The father had +given each lad a dollar to spend. When the boys got +home Daniel was in gay spirits and Ezekiel was depressed. +"Well, Dan," said the father, "did you spend +your money?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I did," replied Daniel.</p> + +<p>"And, Zeke, what did you do with your dollar?"</p> + +<p>"Loaned it to Dan," replied Ezekiel.</p> + +<p>But there was a fine bond of affection between these +two. Ezekiel was two years older and, unfortunately +<a name="III_Page_196"></a>for himself, was strong and well. He was very early set +to work, and I can not find that the thought of giving +him an education ever occurred to his parents, until +after Daniel had graduated at Dartmouth, and Dan +and Zeke themselves then forced the issue.</p> + +<p>In stature they were the same size: both were tall, finely +formed, and in youth slender. As they grew older they +grew stouter, and the personal presence of each was +very imposing. Ezekiel was of light complexion and +ruddy; Daniel was very dark and sallow. I have met +several men who knew them both, and the best opinion +is that Ezekiel was the stronger of the two, mentally +and morally.</p> + +<p>Daniel was not a student, while Ezekiel was; and as a +counselor Ezekiel was the safer man. Up to the very +week of Ezekiel's death Daniel advised with him on +all his important affairs. When Ezekiel fell dead in the +courtroom at Concord and the news was carried to his +brother, it was a blow that affected him more than the +loss of wife or child. His friend and counselor, the one +man in life upon whom he leaned, was gone, and over +his own great, craglike face came that look of sorrow +which death only removed. But care and grief became +this giant, as they do all who are great enough to bear +them.</p> + +<p>It was two years after his brother's death that he made +the speech which is his masterpiece. And while the +applause was ringing in his ears he turned to Judge<a name="III_Page_197"></a> +Story and said, "Oh, if Zeke were only here!" Who +is there who can not sympathize with that groan? We +work for others; and to win the applause of senates or +nations, and not be able to know that Some One is +glad, takes all the sweetness out of victory.</p> + +<p>"When I sing well, I want you to meet me in the wings +of the stage, and taking me in your aims, kiss my cheek, +and whisper it was all right." When Patti wrote this +to her lover she voiced the universal need of a some one +who understands, to share the triumph of good work +well done. The nostalgia of life never seems so bitter +as after moments of success; then comes creeping in the +thought that he who would have gloried in this—knowing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">all the years of struggle and deprivations that made</span><br /> +it possible—is sleeping his long sleep.</p> + +<p>In that speech of January Twenty-sixth, Eighteen +Hundred Thirty, Webster reached high-water mark. +On that performance, more than any other, rests his +fame. He was forty-eight years old then. All the years +of his career he had been getting ready for that address. +It was on the one theme that he loved; on the theme he +had studied most; on the only theme upon which he +ever spoke well—the greatness, the grandeur and the +possibilities of America. He spoke for four hours, and +in his works the speech occupies seventy close pages. +He was at the zenith of his physical and intellectual +power, and that is as good a place as any to stop and +view the man.<a name="III_Page_198"></a></p> + +<p>On account of his proud carriage, and the fine poise of +his massive head, he gave the impression of being a +very large man; but he was just five feet ten, and +weighed a little less than two hundred. His manner +was grave, deliberate and dignified; and his sturdy +face, furrowed with lines of sorrow, made a profound +impression upon all before he had spoken a word. He +had arrived at an age when the hot desire to succeed +had passed. For no man can attain the highest success +until he has reached a point where he does not care +for it. In oratory the personal desire for victory must +be obliterated or the hearer will never award the palm.</p> + +<p>Hayne was a very bright and able speaker. He had +argued the right of a State to dissent from, or nullify, +a law passed by the House of Representatives and +Senate, making such law inoperative within its borders. +His claim was that the framers of the Constitution did +not expect or intend that a law could be passed that +was binding on a State when the people of that State +did not wish it so. Mr. Hayne had the best end of the +argument, and the opinion is now general among jurists +that his logic was right and just, and that those who +thought otherwise were wrong. New England had +practically nullified United States law in Eighteen +Hundred Twelve, the Hartford Convention of Eighteen +Hundred Fourteen had declared the right; Josiah +Quincy had advocated the privilege of any State to +nullify an obnoxious law, quite as a matter of course.<a name="III_Page_199"></a></p> + +<p>The framers of the Constitution had merely said that +we "had better" hang together, not that we "must." +But with the years had come a feeling that the Nation's +life was unsafe if any State should pull away.</p> + +<p>Once, on the plains of Colorado, I was with a party +when there was danger of an attack from Indians. Two +of the party wished to go back; but the leader drew his +revolver and threatened to shoot the first man who +tried to seek safety. "We must hang together or hang +separately." Logically, each man had the right to +secede, and go off on his own account, but expediency +made a law and we declared that any man who tried to +leave did so at his peril.</p> + +<p>To Webster was given the task of putting a new construction +on the Constitution, and to make of the Constitution +a Law instead of a mere compact. Webster's +speech was not an argument; it was a plea. And so +mightily did he point out the dangers of separation; +review the splendid past; and prophesy the greatness +of the future—a future that could only be ours through +absolute union and loyalty to the good of the whole—that +he won his cause.</p> + +<p>After that speech, if Calhoun had allowed South +Carolina to nullify a United States law, President +Jackson would have made good his threat and hanged +both him and Hayne on one tree, and the people would +have approved the act. But Webster did not get the +case quashed: he got only a postponement. In Eighteen<a name="III_Page_200"></a> +Hundred Sixty, South Carolina moved the case again; +she opened the argument in another way this time, and +a million lives were required, and millions upon millions +in treasure expended to put a construction on the Constitution +that the framers did not intend; but which +was necessary in order that the Nation might exist.</p> + +<p>In the battle of Bull Run, almost the first battle of the +war, fell Colonel Fletcher Webster, the only surviving +son of Daniel Webster, and with him died the name +and race.<a name="III_Page_201"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The cunning of Webster's intellect was not +creative. In his argument there is little +ingenuity; but he had the power of taking +an old truth and presenting it in a way that +moved men to tears. When aroused, all he knew was +within his reach; he had the faculty of getting all his +goods in the front window. And he himself confessed +that he often pushed out a masked battery, when behind +there was not a single gun.</p> + +<p>Under the spell of the orator an audience becomes of +one mind: the dullest intellect is more alert than usual +and the most discerning a little less so. Cheap wit will +then often pass for brilliancy, and platitude for wisdom. +We roar over the jokes we have known since childhood, +and cry "Hear, hear!" when the great man with upraised +hands and fire in his glance declares that twice +two is four.</p> + +<p>Oratory is hypnotism practised on a large scale. +Through oratory ideas are acquired by induction.</p> + +<p>Webster was a lawyer; and he was not above resorting +to any trick or device that could move the emotions or +passions of judge and jury to a prejudice favorable to +his side. This was very clearly brought out when he +undertook to break the will of Stephen Girard.</p> + +<p>Girard was a freethinker, and in leaving money to +found a college devised that no preacher or priest should +have anything to do with its management. The question +at issue was, "Is a bequest for founding a college a +<a name="III_Page_202"></a>charitable bequest?" If so, then the will must stand. +But if the bequest were merely a scheme to deprive +the legal heirs of their rights—diverting the funds +from them for whimsical and personal reasons—then +the will should be broken. Mr. Webster made the plea +that there was only one kind of charity, namely, Christian +charity. Girard was not a Christian, for he had +publicly affronted the Christian religion by providing +that no minister should teach in his school. Mr. Webster +spoke for three hours with many fine bursts of tearful +eloquence in support of the Christian faith, reviewing +its triumphs and denouncing its foes.</p> + +<p>The argument +was carried outside of the realm of law into the domain +of passion and prejudice.</p> + +<p>The court took time for the tumult to subside, and +then very quietly decided against Webster, sustaining +the will. The college building was erected and stands +today, the finest specimen of purely Greek architecture +in America; and the good that Girard College has +done and is now doing is the priceless heritage of our +entire country.</p> + +<p>One of Webster's first greatest speeches was before the +United States Supreme Court in the Dartmouth College +case. Here he defended the cause of education with +that grave and wonderful weight of argument of which +he was master. In the Girard College case, eighteen +years after, he reversed his logic, and touched with +rare skill on the dangers of a too-liberal education.<a name="III_Page_203"></a></p> + +<p>No man now is quite so daring as to claim that Webster +was a Christian. Neither was he a freethinker. He +inherited his religious views from his parents, and +never considered them enough to change. He simply +viewed religion as a part of the fabric of government, +giving sturdiness and safety to established order. His +own spiritual acreage was left absolutely untilled. +His services were for sale; and so plastic were his +convictions that once having espoused a cause he was +sure it was right. Doubtless it is self-interest, as Herbert +Spencer says, that makes the world go round. And thus +does sincerity of belief resolve itself into which side +will pay most. This question being settled, reasons +are as plentiful as blackberries, and are supplied in +quantities proportionate in size to the retainer.</p> + +<p>John Randolph once touched the quick by saying, "If +Daniel Webster was employed on a case and he had +partially lost faith in it, his belief in his client's rights +could always be refreshed and his zeal renewed by a +check."</p> + +<p>Webster had every possible qualification that is required +to make the great orator. All those who heard him +speak, when telling of it, begin by relating how he +looked. He worked the dignity and impressiveness of +his Jovelike presence to its furthest limit, and when +once thoroughly awake was in possession of his entire +armament.</p> + +<p>No other American has been able to speak with a like +<a name="III_Page_204"></a>degree of effectiveness; and his name deserves to rank, +and will rank, with the names of Burke, Chatham, +Sheridan and Pitt. The case has been tried, the verdict +is in and recorded on the pages of history. There can +be no retrial, for Webster is dead, and his power died +thirty years before his form was laid to rest at Marshfield +by the side of his children and the wife of his youth.</p> + +<p>Oratory is the lowest of the sublime arts. The extent +of its influence will ever be a vexed question. Its result +depends on the mood and temperament of the hearer. +But there are men who are not ripe for treason and +conspiracy, to whom even music makes small appeal. +Yet music can be recorded, entrusted to an interpreter +yet unborn, and lodge its appeal with posterity. Literature +never dies: it dedicates itself to Time. For the +printed page is reproduced ten thousand times ten +thousand times, and besides, lives as did the Homeric +poems, passed on from generation to generation by +word of mouth. Were every book containing Shakespeare's +plays burned this night, tomorrow they could +be rewritten by those who know their every word.</p> + +<p>With the passing years the painter's colors fade; +time rots his canvas; the marble is dragged from its +pedestal and exists in fragments from which we resurrect +a nation's life; but oratory dies on the air and exists +only as a memory in the minds of those who can not +translate, and then as hearsay. So much for the art +itself; but the influence of that art is another thing.<a name="III_Page_205"></a></p> + +<p>He who influences the beliefs and opinions of men +influences all other men that live after. For influence, +like matter, can not be destroyed.</p> + +<p>In many ways, Webster lacked the inward steadfastness +that his face and frame betokened; but on one theme +he was sound to the inmost core. He believed in America's +greatness and the grandeur of America's mission. +Into the minds of countless men he infused his own +splendid patriotism. From his first speech at Hanover +when eighteen years old, to his last when nearly seventy, +he fired the hearts of men with the love of native land. +And how much the growing greatness of our country +is due to the magic of his words and the eloquence of +his inspired presence no man can compute.</p> + +<p>The passion of Webster's life is well mirrored in that +burning passage:</p> + +<p>"When mine eyes shall be turned to behold for the +last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining +on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once +glorious Union: on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent: +on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, +it may be, in fraternal blood. Let their last feeble and +lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of +the Republic, now known and honored throughout the +earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies +streaming in their original luster, not a stripe erased +or polluted, or a single star obscured, bearing for its +motto no such miserable interrogatory as 'What is all +<a name="III_Page_206"></a>this worth?' nor those other words of delusion and +folly, 'Liberty first and Union afterwards'; but everywhere, +spread all over in characters of living light, +blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea +and over the land, and in every wind under the whole +heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true +American heart, 'Liberty and Union, now and forever, +one and inseparable.'"</p><p><a name="III_Page_207"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="HENRY_CLAY"></a></p><h2>HENRY CLAY</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_208"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>If there be any description of rights, which, more than +any other, should unite all parties in all quarters of +the Union, it is unquestionably the rights of the person. +No matter what his vocation, whether he seeks subsistence +amid the dangers of the sea, or draws it from +the bowels of the earth, or from the humblest occupations +of mechanical life—wherever the sacred rights +of an American freeman are assailed, all hearts ought to +unite and every arm be braced to vindicate his cause.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Henry Clay</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_209"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-10.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-10_th.jpg" alt="HENRY CLAY" /></a></p><p class="ctr">HENRY CLAY</p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>There is a story told of an Irishman +and an Englishman who were immigrants +aboard a ship that was coming +up New York Harbor. It chanced +to be the fourth day of July, and as +a consequence there was a needless +waste of gunpowder going on, and +many of the ships were decorated +with bunting that in color was red, white and blue.</p> + +<p>"What can all this fuss be about?" asked the Englishman.</p> + +<p>"What's it about?" answered Pat. "Why, this is +the day we run you out!"</p> + +<p>And the moral of the story is that as soon as an Irishman +reaches the Narrows he says "we Americans," while +an Englishman will sometimes continue to say "you +Americans" for five years and a day. More than this, +an Irish-American citizen regards an English-American +citizen with suspicion and refers to him as a foreigner, +even unto the third and fourth generation.</p> + +<p>No man ever hated England more cordially than did +Henry Clay.</p> + +<p>The genealogists have put forth heroic efforts to secure +for Clay a noble English ancestry, but with a degree +of success that only makes the unthinking laugh and +the judicious grieve.</p> + +<p>Had these zealous pedigree-<a name="III_Page_210"></a>hunters +studied the parish registers of County Derry, +Ireland, as lovingly as they have Burke's Peerage, they +might have traced the Clays of America back to the +Cleighs, honest farmers (indifferent honest), of Londonderry.</p> + +<p>The character of Henry Clay had in it various +traits that were peculiarly Irish. The Irishman knows +because he knows, and that's all there is about it. He +is dramatic, emotional, impulsive, humorous without +suspecting it, and will fight friend or foe on small provocation. +Then he is much given to dealing in that +peculiar article known as palaver. The farewell address +of Henry Clay to the Senate, and his return thereto a +few years later, comprise one of the most Irishlike +proceedings to be found in history.</p> + +<p>There is no finer man on earth than your "thrue Irish +gintleman," and Henry Clay had not only all the highest +and most excellent traits of the "gintleman," but a +few also of his worst. Clay made friends as no other +American statesman ever did. "To come within reach +of the snare of his speech was to love him," wrote one +man. People loved him because he was affectionate, for +love only goes out to love. And the Irish heart is a heart +of love. Henry Clay called himself a Christian, and yet +at times he was picturesquely profane. We have this +on the authority of the "Diary" of John Quincy Adams, +which of course we must believe, for even that other +fighting Irishman, Andrew Jackson, said, "Adams' +Diary is probably correct—damn it!"<a name="III_Page_211"></a></p> + +<p>Clay was convivial in all the word implies; his losses +at cards often put him in severe financial straits; he +stood ready to back his opinion concerning a Presidential +election, a horse-race or a dog-fight, and with it all he +held himself "personally responsible"—having fought +two duels and engaged in various minor "misunderstandings."</p> + +<p>And yet he was a great statesman—one of the greatest +this country has produced, and as a patriot no man +was ever more loyal. It was America with him first and +always. His reputation, his fortune, his life, his all, +belonged to America.<a name="III_Page_212"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The city of Lexington contains about twenty-five +thousand inhabitants. In Lexington two +distinct forms of civilization meet.</p> + +<p>One is the civilization of the F.F.V., converted +into that peculiar form of noblesse known the round +world over as the Blue-Grass Aristocracy. Blue-Grass +Society represents leisure and luxury and the generous +hospitality of friendships generations old; it means +broad acres, noble mansions reached by roadways that +stray under wide-spreading oaks and elms where +squirrels chatter and mild-eyed cows look at you +curiously; it means apple-orchards, gardens lined with +boxwood, capacious stables and long lines of whitewashed +cottages, around which swarm a dark cloud of +dependents who dance and sing and laugh—and work +when they have to.</p> + +<p>Over against these there are to be seen trolley-cars, +electric lights, smart rows of new brick houses on lots +thirty by one hundred, negro policemen in uniforms +patterned after those worn by the Broadway Squad, +streets torn up by sewers and conduits, steam-rollers +with an unsavory smell of tar and asphalt, push-buttons +and a Hello-Exchange.</p> + +<p>As to which form of civilization is the more desirable +is a question that is usually answered by taste and +temperament. One thing sure, and that is, that a pride +which swings to t'other side and becomes vanity is +often an element in both. Each could learn something +<a name="III_Page_213"></a>of the other. Lots that you can jump across, rented to +families of ten, with land a mile away that can be +bought for fifty dollars an acre, are not an ideal condition.</p> + +<p>On the other hand, inside the city limits of Lexington +are mansions surrounded by an even hundred acres. +But at some of these, gates are off their hinges, pickets +have been borrowed for kindling, creeping vines and +long grass o'ertop the walls of empty stables, and a +forest of weeds insolently invades the spot where once +nestled milady's flower-garden.</p> + +<p>Slowly but surely the Blue-Grass Aristocracy is giving +way to purslane or asphalt, moving into flats, and +allowing the boomer to plat its fair acres—running +excursion-trains to attend auction-sales where all the +lots are corner lots and are to be bought on the installment +plan, which plan is said by a cynic to give the +bicycle face.</p> + +<p>Just across from Ashland is a beautiful estate, recently +sold at a sacrifice to a man from Massachusetts, by +the name of Douglas, who I am told is bald through +lack of hair and makes three-dollar shoes. The stately +old mansion mourns its former masters—all are gone—and +a thrifty German is plowing up the lawn, that the +cows of the Douglas (tender and true) may eat early +clover.</p> + +<p>But Ashland is there today in all the beauty and +loveliness that Henry Clay knew when he wrote to +Benton: "I love old Ashland, and all these acres with +<a name="III_Page_214"></a>their trees and flowers and growing grain lure me in a +way that ambition never can. No, I remain at Ashland."</p> + +<p>The rambling old house is embowered in climbing +vines and clambering rosebushes and is set thick about +with cedars, so that you can scarcely see the chimney-tops +above the mass of green. A lane running through +locust-trees planted by Henry Clay's own hands leads +you to the hospitable, wide-open door, where a colored +man, whose black face is set in a frame of wool, smiles +a welcome. He relieves you of your baggage and leads +the way to your room.</p> + +<p>The summer breeze blows lazily in through the open +window, and the only sound of life and activity about +seems to center in two noisy robins which are making +a nest in the eaves, right within reach of your hand. +The colored man apologizes for them, anathematizes +them mildly, and proposes to drive them away, but +you restrain him. After the man has gone you bethink +you that the suggestion of driving the birds away was +only the white lie of society (for even black folks tell +white lies), and the old man probably had no more +intent of driving the birds away than of going himself.</p> + +<p>On the dresser is a pitcher of freshly clipped roses, +the morning dew still upon them, and you only cease +to admire as you espy your mail that lies there awaiting +your hand. News from home and loved ones greets +you before these new-found friends do! You have not +seen the good folks who live here, only the old colored +<a name="III_Page_215"></a>man who pretended that he was going to kill cock-robin, +and didn't. The hospitality is not gushing or +effusive—the place is yours, that's all, and you lean +out of the window and look down at the flowerbeds, +and wonder at the silence and the quiet and peace, +and feel sorry for the folks who live in Cincinnati and +Chicago. The soughing of the wind through the pines +comes to you like the murmur of the sea, and breaking +in on the stillness you hear the sharp sound of an ax—some +Gladstone chopping, miles and miles away.</p> + +<p>Your dreams are broken by a gentle tap at the door +and your host has come to call on you. You know him +at once, even though you have never before met, for +men who think alike and feel alike do not have to "get +acquainted." Heart speaks to heart.</p> + +<p>He only wishes to say that your coming is a pleasure +to all the family at Ashland, the library is yours as well +as the whole place, lunch is at one o'clock, and George +will get you anything you wish. And back in the shadow +of the hallway you catch sight of the old colored man +and see him bow low when his name is mentioned.</p> + +<p>Ashland is probably in better condition today than +when Henry Clay worked and planned, and superintended +its fair acres. The place has seen vicissitudes +since the body of the man who gave it immortality +lay in state here in July, Eighteen Hundred Fifty-two. +But Major McDowell's wife is the granddaughter of +Henry Clay, and it seems meet that the descendants +<a name="III_Page_216"></a>of the great man should possess Ashland. Major +McDowell has means and taste and the fine pride that +would preserve all the traditions of the former master. +The six hundred acres are in a high state of cultivation, +and the cattle and horses are of the kinds that would +have gladdened the heart of Clay.</p> + +<p>In the library, halls and dining-room are various portraits +of the great man, and at the turn of the stairs +is a fine heroic bust, in bronze, of that lean face and +form. Hundreds of his books are to be seen on the shelves, +all marked and dog-eared and scribbled on, thus disproving<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">much of that old cry that "Clay was not a</span><br /> +student." Some men are students only in youth, but +Clay's best reading was done when he was past fifty. +The book habit grew upon him with the years.</p> + +<p>Here are his pistols, spurs, saddle and memorandum-books. +Here are letters, faded and yellow, dusted with +black powder on ink that has been dry a hundred years, +asking for office, or words of gracious thanks in token +of benefits not forgot.</p> + +<p>Off to the south stretches away a great forest of walnut, +oak and chestnut trees—reminders of the vast forest +that Daniel Boone knew. Many of these trees were +here then, and here let them remain, said Henry Clay. +And so today at Ashland, as at Hawarden, no tree is +felled until it has been duly tried by the entire family +and all has been said for and against the sentence of +death. I heard Miss McDowell make an eloquent plea +<a name="III_Page_217"></a>for an old oak that had been rather recklessly harboring +mistletoe and many squirrels, until it was thought +probable that, like our first parents, it might have a +fall. It was a plea more eloquent than "O Woodman, +spare that tree." A reprieve for a year was granted; +and I thought, as I cast my vote on the side of mercy, +that the jury that could not be won by such a young +woman as that was hopelessly dead at the top and more +hollow at the heart than the old oak under whose +boughs we sat.<a name="III_Page_218"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Ashland is just a mile south of the courthouse. +When Henry Clay used to ride horseback +between the town and his farm there +were scarce a dozen houses to pass on the way, +but now the street is all built up, and is smartly paved, +and the trolley-line booms a noisy car to the sacred +gates every ten minutes.</p> + +<p>Lexington was laid out in the year Seventeen Hundred +Seventy-four, and the intention was to name it in +honor of Colonel Patterson, the founder, or of Daniel +Boone. But while the surveyors were doing their work, +word came of the battle of some British and certain +embattled farmers, and the spirit of freedom promptly +declared that the town should be called Lexington.</p> + +<p>Three years after the laying-out of Lexington, Henry +Clay was born. He was the son of a poor and obscure +Baptist preacher who lived at "The Slashes," in +Virginia. The boy never had any vivid recollection of +his father, who passed away when Henry was a mere +child.</p> + +<p>The mother had a hard time of it with her family of +seven children, and if kind neighbors had not aided, +there would have been actual want. And surely one +can not blame the widow for "marrying for a home" +when opportunity offered. Only one out of that first +family ever achieved eminence, and the second brood +is actually lost to us in oblivion.</p> + +<p>Henry Clay was a graduate of the University of Hard<a name="III_Page_219"></a> +Knocks; he also took several post-graduate courses +at the same institution. Very early in life we see that +he possessed the fine, eager, receptive spirit that absorbs +knowledge through the finger-tips; and the ability to +think and to absorb is all that even college can ever +do for a man. I doubt whether college would have +helped Clay, and it might have dimmed the diamond +luster of his mind, and diluted that fine audacity which +carried him on his way. In this capacity to comprehend +in the mass, Clay's character was essentially feminine. +We have Thoreau for authority that the intuition and +the sympathy found always in the saviors of the world +are purely feminine attributes—the legacy bequeathed +from a mother who thirsted for better things.</p> + +<p>From a clerk in a country store to a bookkeeper, then +a copyist for a lawyer, a writer of letters for the neighborhood, +a reader of law, and next a lawyer, were easy +and natural steps for this ambitious boy.</p> + +<p>Virginia with its older settlements offered small opportunities, +and so we find young Clay going West, and +landing at Lexington when twenty years old. He +requested a license to practise law, but the Bar Association, +which consisted of about a dozen members, +decided that no more lawyers were needed at Lexington. +Clay demanded that he should be examined as to fitness, +and the blackberry-bush Blackstones sat upon him, +as a coroner would say, with intent to give him so stiff +an examination that he would be glad to get work as +<a name="III_Page_220"></a>a farmhand.</p> + +<p>A dozen questions had been asked, +and an attempt had been made to confuse and browbeat +the youth, when the Nestor of the Lexington Bar +expectorated at a fly ten feet away, and remarked, +"Oh, the devil! there is no need of tryin' to keep a boy +like this down—he's as fit as we, or fitter!"</p> + +<p>And so he was admitted.</p> + +<p>From the very first he was a success; he toned up the +mental qualities of the Fayette County Bar, and made +the older, easy-going members feel to see whether their +laurel wreaths were in place.</p> + +<p>When he was thirty years of age he was chosen by the +Legislature of Kentucky as United States Senator. +When his term expired he chose to go to Congress, +probably because it afforded better opportunity for +oratory and leadership. As soon as he appeared upon +the floor he was chosen Speaker by acclamation. So +thoroughly American was he, that one of his very first +suggestions was to the effect that every member should +clothe himself wholly in fabrics made in the United +States. Humphrey Marshall ridiculed the proposition +and called Clay a demagogue, for which he got himself +straightway challenged. Clay shot a bullet through his +English-made broadcloth coat, and then they shook +hands.</p> + +<p>When his term as Congressman expired, he again went +to the Senate, and served two years. Then he went +back to the House, and through his influence, and his +<a name="III_Page_221"></a>alone, did we challenge Great Britain, just as he had +challenged Marshall.</p> + +<p>England accepted the challenge, and we call it the War +of Eighteen Hundred Twelve.</p> + +<p>Very often, indeed, do we hear the rural statesmen at +Fourth of July celebrations exclaim, "We have whipped +England twice, and we can do it again!"</p> + +<p>We whipped England once, and it is possible we could +do it again, but she got the best of us in the War of +Eighteen Hundred Twelve. Henry Clay plunged the +country into war to redress certain grievances, and as +a peace commissioner he backed out of that war without +having a single one of those grievances indemnified or +redressed.</p> + +<p>After the treaty of peace had been declared and "the +war was over," that fighting Irishman, Andrew Jackson, +Irishlike, gave the British a black eye at New Orleans, +just for luck, and this is the only thing in that whole +misunderstanding of which we should not as a nation +be ashamed.</p> + +<p>If England had not had Napoleon on her hands at that +particular time, Wellington would probably have made +a visit to America, and might have brought along for +us a Waterloo. And these things are fully explained +in the textbooks on history used in the schools of Great +Britain, on whose possessions the sun never sets.</p> + +<p>But as Henry Clay had gotten us into war, his diplomacy +helped to get us out, and as it was a peace without +<a name="III_Page_222"></a>dishonor, Clay's reputation did not materially suffer. +In fact, the terms of peace were so ambiguous that +Congress gave out to the world that it was a victory, +and the exact facts were quite lost in the smoke of +Jackson's muskets that hovered over the cotton bales.</p> + +<p>Later, when Clay ran against Jackson for the Presidency +he found that a peace-hero has no such place in +the hearts of men as a war-hero. Jackson had not a +tithe of Clay's ability, and yet Clay's defeat was overwhelming. +"Peace hath her victories"—yes, but the +average voter does not know it. The only men who have +received overwhelming majorities for President have +been war-heroes. Obscure men have crept in several +times, but popular diplomats—never. The fate of such +popular men as Clay, Seward and Blaine is one. And +when one considers how strong is this tendency to +glorify the hero of action, and ignore the hero of thought, +he wonders how it really happened that Paul Revere +was not made the second President of the United States +instead of John Adams.</p> + +<p>Clay was a most eloquent pleader. The grace of his +manner, the beauty of his speech, and the intense +earnestness of his nature often convinced men against +their wills.</p> + +<p>There was sometimes, however, a suspicion in the air +that his best quotations were inspirations, and that +the statistics to which he appealed were evolved from +his inner consciousness. But the man had power and +<a name="III_Page_223"></a>personality plus. He was a natural leader, and unlike +other statesmen we might name, he always carried his +town and district by overwhelming majorities. And it +is well to remember that the first breath of popular +disfavor directed against Henry Clay was because he +proposed the abolition of slavery.</p> + +<p>Those who knew him best loved him most, and this +was true from the time he began to practise law in +Lexington, when scarcely twenty-one years old, to his +seventy-fifth year, when his worn-out body was brought +home to rest.</p> + +<p>On that occasion all business in Lexington, and in +most of Kentucky, ceased. Even the farmers quit work, +and very many private residences were draped in +mourning. Memorial services were held in hundreds of +churches, the day was given over to mourning, and +everywhere men said, "We shall never look upon his +like again."<a name="III_Page_224"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Before I visited Lexington, my cousin, +Little Emily, duly wrote me that on no +account, when I was in Kentucky, must I +offer any criticisms on the character of Henry +Clay; for if I grew reckless and compared him with +another to his slightest disadvantage, I should have to +fight.</p> + +<p>That he was absolutely the greatest statesman America +has produced is, to all Kentuckians, a fact so sure that +they doubt the honesty or the sanity of any one who +hints otherwise. He is their ideal, the perfect man, the +model for all youths to imitate, and the standard by +which all other statesmen are gauged. Clay to Kentucky +scores one hundred. And as he was at the last +defeated for the highest office, which they say was his +God-given right, there is a flavor of martyrdom in his +history that is the needed crown for every hero.</p> + +<p>Complete success alienates man from his fellows, but +suffering makes kinsmen of us all. So the South loves +Henry Clay.</p> + +<p>He is so well loved that he is apotheosized, and thus +the real man to many is lost in the clouds. With his +name, song and legend have worked their miracles, and +to very many Southern people he is a being separate +and apart, like Hector or Achilles.</p> + +<p>With my cousin, Little Emily, I am always very frank—and +you can be honest and frank with so few in this +world of expediency, you know! We are so frank in +<a name="III_Page_225"></a>expression that we usually quarrel very shortly. And +so I explained to Emily just what I have written here, +as to the real Henry Clay being lost.</p> + +<p>She contradicted me flatly and said, "To love a person +is not to lose him—you never lose except through indifference +or hate!" I started to explain and had gotten +as far as, "It is just like this," when the conversation +was interrupted by the arrival of General Bellicose, +who had come to take us riding behind a spanking pair +of geldings, that I was assured were standard bred.</p> + +<p>In Lexington you never use the general term "horse." +You speak of a mare, a gelding, a horse, a four-year-old, +a weanling or a sucker. To refer to a trotter as a thoroughbred +is to suffer social ostracism, and to obfuscate +a side-wheeler with a single-footer is proof of degeneracy. +This applies equally to the ethics of the ballroom +or the livery-stable. In Kentucky they read Richard's +famous lines thus: "A saddler! a saddler! my kingdom +for a saddler!" So when I complimented General +Bellicose on his geldings and noted that they went +square without boots or weights, and that he used no +blinders, it thawed the social ice, and we were as +brothers. Then I led the way cautiously to Henry +Clay, and the General assured me that in his opinion +the Henry Clays were even better than the George +Wilkes. To be sure, Wilkes had more in the 'thirty list, +but the Clays had brains, and were cheerful; they +neither lugged nor hung back, whereas you always had +<a name="III_Page_226"></a>to lay whip to a Wilkes in order to get along a bit, or +else use a gag and overcheck.</p> + +<p>I pressed Little Emily's hand under the lap-robe and +asked her if all Kentuckians were believers in metempsychosis. +"Colonel Littlejourneys is making fun of +you, General," said Little Emily; "the Colonel is +talking about the man, and you are discussing trotters!"</p> + +<p>And then I apologized, but the General said it was he +who should make the apology, and raising the carriage-seat +brought out a box of genuine Henry Clay Havanas, +in proof of amity.</p> + +<p>It's a very foolish thing to smile at a man who rides a +hobby. Once there was a man who rode a hobby all his +life, to the great amusement of his enemies and the +mortification of his wife; and when the man was dead +they found it was a real live horse and had carried the +man many long miles.</p> + +<p>General Bellicose loves a horse; so does Little Emily +and so do I. But Little Emily and the General know +history and have sounded politics in a way that puts +me in the kindergarten; and I found before the day was +over that what one did not know about the political +history of America the other did. And mixed up in it +all we discussed the merits of the fox-trot versus the +single-foot.</p> + +<p>We saw the famous Clay monument, built by the State +at a cost of nearly a hundred thousand dollars, and +with uncovered heads gazed through the gratings into +<a name="III_Page_227"></a>the crypt where lies the dust of the great man. Then +we saw the statue of John C. Breckinridge in the public +square, and visited various old ebb-tide mansions +where the "quarters" had fallen into decay, and the +erstwhile inhabitants had moved to the long row of +tenements down by the cotton-mill. My train whistled +and we were half a mile from the station, but the +General said we would get there in time—and we did. +I bade my friends good-by and quite forgot to thank +them for all their kindness, although down in my heart +I felt that it had been a time rare as a day in June. I +believe they felt my gratitude, too, for where there is +such a feast of wit and flow of soul, such kindness, such +generosity, the spirit understands.</p> + +<p>When I arrived home I found a box awaiting me, bearing +the express mark of Lexington, Kentucky. On opening +the case I found six quart-bottles of "Henry Clay—1881"; +and a card with the compliments of Little +Emily and General Bellicose. On the outside of the +case was neatly stenciled the legend, "Thackeray, Full +sett, 14 vol., half Levant." I do not know why the box +was so marked, but I suppose it was in honor of my +literary proclivities. I went out and blew four merry +blasts on a ram's horn, and the Philistines assembled.</p><p><a name="III_Page_228"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="JOHN_JAY"></a></p><h2>JOHN JAY</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_229"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>Calm repose and the sweets of undisturbed retirement +appear more distant than a peace with Britain.</p> + +<p>It +gives me pleasure, however, to reflect that the period +is approaching when we shall be citizens of a better +ordered State, and the spending of a few troublesome +years of our eternity in doing good to this and future +generations is not to be avoided nor regretted. Things +will come right, and these States will yet be great and +flourishing.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Letter to Washington</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_230"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-11.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-11_th.jpg" alt="JOHN JAY" /></a></p><p class="ctr">JOHN JAY</p> +<p><a name="III_Page_231"></a></p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>America should feel especially +charitable towards Louis the Great, +called by Carlyle, Louis the Little, +for banishing the Huguenots from +France. What France lost America +gained. Tyranny and intolerance +always drive from their homes the +best: those who have ability to +think, courage to act, and a pride that can not be +coerced.</p> + +<p>The merits possessed by the Huguenots are exactly +those which every man and nation needs. And these +are simple virtues, too, whose cultivation stands within +the reach of all. These are the virtues of the farmers +and peasants and plain people who do the work of the +world, and give good government its bone and sinew. +To a great degree, so-called society is made up of +parasites who fasten and feed upon the industrious +and methodical.</p> + +<p>If you have read history you know that the men who +go quietly about their business have been cajoled, +threatened, driven, and often, when they have been +guilty of doing a little independent thinking on their +own account, banished. And further than this, when +you read the story of nations dead and gone you will +see that their decline began when the parasites got +<a name="III_Page_232"></a>too numerous and flauntingly asserted their supposed +power. That contempt for the farmer, and indifference +to the rights of the man with tin pail and overalls, +which one often sees in America, are portents that +mark disintegrating social bacilli. If the Republic of +the United States ever becomes but a memory, like +Carthage, Athens and Rome, drifting off into senile +decay like Italy and Spain or France, where a man may +yet be tried and sentenced without the right of counsel +or defense, it will be because we forgot—we forgot!</p> + +<p>In moral fiber and general characteristics the Huguenots +and the Puritans were one. The Huguenots had, +however, the added virtue of a dash of the Frenchman's +love of beauty. By their excellent habits and +loyalty to truth, as they saw it, they added a vast +share to the prosperity and culture of the United States.</p> + +<p>Of seven men who acted as presiding officer over the +deliberations of Congress during the Revolutionary +Period, three were of Huguenot parentage: Laurens, +Boudinot and Jay. John Jay was a typical Huguenot, +just as Samuel Adams was a typical Puritan. In his life +there was no glamour of romance. Stern, studious and +inflexibly honest, he made his way straight to the highest +positions of trust and honor. Good men who are +capable are always needed. The world wants them now +more than ever. We have an overplus of clever individuals; +but for the faithful men who are loyal to a trust +there is a crying demand.<a name="III_Page_233"></a></p> + +<p>The life of Jay quite disproves the oft-found myth that +a dash of Mephisto in a young man is a valuable adjunct. +John Jay was neither precocious nor bad. It is +further a refreshing fact to find that he was no prig, +simply a good, healthy youngster who took to his books +kindly and gained ground—made head upon the whole +by grubbing.</p> + +<p>His father was a hard-headed, prosperous merchant, +who did business in New York, and moved his big +family up to the little village of Rye because life in the +country was simple and cheap. Thus did Peter Jay +prove his commonsense.</p> + +<p>Peter Jay copied every letter he wrote, and we now +have these copy-books, revealing what sort of man he +was. Religious he was, and scrupulously exact in all +things. We see that he ordered Bibles from England, +"and also six groce of Church Wardens," which I am +told is a long clay pipe, "that hath a goodly flavor and +doth not bite the tongue." He also at one time ordered +a chest of tea, and then countermanded the order, +having taken the resolve to "use no tea in my family +while that rascally Tax is on—having a spring of good, +pure water near my house." Which shows that a man +can be very much in earnest and still joke.</p> + +<p>John was the baby, scarcely a year old, when the Jay +family moved up to Rye. He was the eighth child, and +as he grew up he was taught by the older ones. He took +part in all the fun and hardships of farm life—going +<a name="III_Page_234"></a>to school in Winter, working in Summer, and on Sundays +hearing long sermons at church.</p> + +<p>We find by Peter Jay's letter-book that: "Johnny is +about our brightest child. We have great hopes of him, +and believe it will be wise to educate him for a preacher." +In order to educate boys then, they were sent to +live in the family of some man of learning. And so we +find "Johnny" at twelve years of age installed in the +parsonage at New Rochelle, the Huguenot settlement. +The pastor was a Huguenot, and as only French was +spoken in the household, the boy acquired the language, +which afterwards stood him in good stead.</p> + +<p>The pastor reported favorably, and when fifteen, young +Jay was sent to King's College, which is now Columbia +University, kings not being popular in America.</p> + +<p>Doctor Samuel Johnson, who nowise resembled Ursa +Major, was the president of the College at that time. +He was also the faculty, for there were just thirty +students and he did all the teaching himself. Doctor +Johnson, true to his name, dearly loved a good book, +and when teaching mathematics would often forget +the topic and recite Ossian by the page, instead. Jay +caught it, for the book craze is contagious and not +sporadic. We take it by being exposed.</p> + +<p>And thus it was while under the tutelage of Doctor +Johnson that Jay began to acquire the ability to turn +a terse sentence; and this gained him admittance into +the world of New York letters, whose special guardians +<a name="III_Page_235"></a>were Dickinson and William Livingston.</p> + +<p>Livingston invited the boy to his house, and very soon we find the +young man calling without special invitation, for +Livingston had a beautiful daughter about John's age, +who was fond of Ossian, too, or said she was.</p> + +<p>And as this is not a serial love-story, there is no need +of keeping the gentle reader in suspense, so I will explain +that some years later John married the girl, and the +mating was a very happy one.</p> + +<p>After John had been to King's College two years we +find in the faded and yellow old letter-book an item +written by the father to the effect that: "Our Johnny +is doing well at College. He seems sedate and intent +on gaining knowledge; but rather inclines to Law instead +of the Ministry."</p> + +<p>Doctor Johnson was succeeded by Doctor Myles Cooper, +a Fellow of Oxford, who used to wear his mortarboard +cap and scholar's gown up Broadway. In young +Jay's veins there was not a drop of British blood. Of his +eight great-grandparents, five were French and three +Dutch, a fact he once intimated in the Oxonian's presence. +And then it was explained to the youth that if +such were the truth it would be as well to conceal it.</p> + +<p>Alexander Hamilton got along very well with Doctor +Cooper, but John Jay found himself rusticated shortly +before graduation. Some years after this Doctor Cooper +hastily climbed the back fence, leaving a sample of his +gown on a picket, while Alexander Hamilton held the<a name="III_Page_236"></a> +Whig mob at bay at the front door.</p> + +<p>Cooper sailed very soon for England, anathematizing "the blarsted +country" in classic Latin as the ship passed out of +the Narrows.</p> + +<p>"England is a good place for him," said the laconic +John Jay.</p> + +<p>So John Jay was to be a lawyer. And the only way to be +a lawyer in those days was to work in a lawyer's office. +A goodly source of income to all established lawyers +was the sums they derived for taking embryo Blackstones +into their keeping. The greater a man's reputation +as a lawyer, the higher he placed his fee for taking +a boy in.</p> + +<p>In those days there were no printed blanks, and a +simple lease was often a day's work to write out; so it +was not difficult to keep the boys busy. Besides that, +they took care of the great man's horse, blacked his +boots, swept the office, and ran errands. During the +third year of apprenticeship, if all went well, the young +man was duly admitted to the Bar. A stiff examination +kept out the rank outsiders, but the nomination by a +reputable attorney was equivalent to admittance, for +all members knew that if you opposed an attorney +today, tomorrow he might oppose you.</p> + +<p>To such an extent was this system of taking students +carried that, in Seventeen Hundred Sixty-eight, we +find New York lawyers alarmed "by the awful influx +of young Barristers upon this Province." So steps were +<a name="III_Page_237"></a>taken to make all attorneys agree not to have more than +two apprentices in their office at one time. About the +same time the Boston newspaper, called the "Centinel," +shows there was a similar state of overproduction +in Boston. Only the trouble there was principally with +the doctors, for doctors were then turned loose in the +same way, carrying a diploma from the old physician +with whom they had matriculated and duly graduated.</p> + +<p>Law schools and medical colleges, be it known, are +comparatively modern institutions—not quite so new, +however, as business colleges, but pretty nearly so. +And now in Chicago there is a "Barbers' University," +which issues diplomas to men who can manipulate a +razor and shears, whereas, until yesterday, boys learned +to be barbers by working in a barber's shop. The good +old way was to pass a profession along from man to +man.</p> + +<p>And it is so yet in a degree, for no man is allowed to +practise either medicine or law until he has spent some +time in the office of a practitioner in good standing.</p> + +<p>In the Catholic Church, and also in the Episcopal, the +novitiate is expected to serve for a time under an older +clergyman; but all the other denominations have broken +away, and now spring the fledgling on the world straight +from the factory.</p> + +<p>Several other of his children having sorely disappointed +him, Peter Jay seemed to center his ambitions on his +boy John. So we find him paying Benjamin Kissam, the +<a name="III_Page_238"></a>eminent lawyer, two hundred pounds in good coin of +the Colony to take John Jay as a 'prentice for five years. +John went at it and began copying those endless, wordy +documents in which the old-time attorney used to +delight. John sat at one end of a table, and at the other +was seated one Lindley Murray, at the mention of +whose name terror used to seize my soul.</p> + +<p>Murray has written some good, presentable English to +the effect that young Jay, even at that time, had the +inclination and ability to focus his mind upon the subject +in hand. "He used to work just as steadily when +his employer was away as when he was in the office," +a fact which the grammarian seemed to regard as rather +strange.</p> + +<p>In a year we find that when Mr. Kissam went away he +left the keys of the safe in John Jay's hands, with orders +what to do in case of emergencies. Thus does responsibility +gravitate to him who can shoulder it, and trust +to the man who deserves it.</p> + +<p>It was in Kissam's office that Jay acquired that habit +of reticence and serene poise which, becoming fixed in +character, made his words carry such weight in later +years. He never gave snapshot opinions, or talked at +random, or voiced any sentiment for which he could +not give a reason.</p> + +<p>His companions were usually men much older than he. +At the "Moot Club" he took part with James Duane, +who was to be New York's first continental mayor;<a name="III_Page_239"></a> +Gouverneur Morris, who had not at that time acquired +the wooden leg which he once snatched off and brandished +with happy effect before a Paris mob; and Samuel +Jones, who was to take as 'prentice and drill that strong +man, De Witt Clinton.</p> + +<p>Before his years of apprenticeship were over, John Jay, +the quiet, the modest, the reticent, was known as a safe +and competent lawyer—Kissam having pushed him +forward as associate counsel in various difficult cases.</p> + +<p>Meantime, certain chests of tea had been dumped +into Boston Harbor, and the example had been followed +by the "Mohawks" in New York. British oppression +had made many Tories lukewarm, and then +English rapacity had transformed these Tories into +Whigs. Jay was one of these; and in newspapers and +pamphlets, and from the platform, he had pleaded the +cause of the Colonies. Opposition crystallized his +reasons, and threats only served to make him reaffirm +the truths he had stated.</p> + +<p>So prominent had his utterances made his name, that +one fine day he was nominated to attend the first Congress +of the Colonies to be held in Philadelphia.</p> + +<p>In August, Seventeen Hundred Seventy-four, we find +him leaving his office in New York in charge of a clerk, +and riding horseback over to the town of Elizabeth, +there joining his father-in-law, and the two starting +for Philadelphia. On the road they fell in with John +Adams, who kept a diary. That night at the tavern +<a name="III_Page_240"></a>where they stopped, the sharp-eyed Yankee recorded +the fact of meeting these new friends and added, "Mr. +Jay is a young gentleman of the law ... and +Mr. Scott says a hard student and a very good speaker."</p> + +<p>And so they journeyed on across the State to Trenton +and down the Delaware River to Philadelphia, +visiting, and cautiously discussing great issues as they +went. Samuel Adams, too, was in the party, as reticent +as Jay. Jay was twenty-nine and Samuel Adams fifty-two +years old, but they became good friends, and +Samuel once quietly said to John Adams, "That man +Jay is young in years, but he has an old head."</p> + +<p>Jay was the youngest man of the Convention, save one.</p> + +<p>When the Second Congress met, Jay was again a +delegate. He served on several important committees, +and drew up a statement that was addressed to the +people of England; but he was recalled to New York +before the supreme issue was reached, and thus, +through accident, the Declaration of Independence +does not contain the signature of John Jay.<a name="III_Page_241"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Seventy-eight, Jay +was chosen president of the Continental +Congress to succeed that other patriotic +Huguenot, Laurens. The following year he +was selected as the man to go to Spain, to secure from +that country certain friendly favors.</p> + +<p>His reception there was exceedingly frosty, and the +mention of his two years on the ragged edge of court +life at Madrid, in later years brought to his face a grim +smile.</p> + +<p>Spain's diplomatic policy was smooth hypocrisy and +rank untruth, and all her promises, it seems, were +made but to be broken. Jay's negotiations were only +partially successful, but he came to know the language, +the country and the people in a way that made his +knowledge very valuable to America.</p> + +<p>By Seventeen Hundred Eighty-one, England had begun +to see that to compel the absolute submission of the +Colonies was more of a job than she had anticipated. +News of victories was duly sent to the "mother country" +at regular intervals, but with these glad tidings +were requests for more troops, and requisitions for +ships and arms.</p> + +<p>The American army was a very hard thing to find. It +would fight one day, to retreat the next, and had a way +of making midnight attacks and flank movements that, +to say the least, were very confusing. Then it would +separate, to come together—Lord knows where! This +<a name="III_Page_242"></a>made Lord Cornwallis once write to the Home Secretary: +"I could easily defeat the enemy, if I could find +him and engage him in a fair fight." He seemed to +think it was "no fair," forgetting the old proverb +which has something to say about love and war.</p> + +<p>Finally, Cornwallis got the thing his soul desired—a +fair fight. He was then acting on the defensive. The +fight was short and sharp; and Colonel Alexander +Hamilton, who led the charge, in ten minutes planted +the Stars and Stripes on his ramparts.</p> + +<p>That night Cornwallis was the "guest" of Washington, +and the next day a dinner was given in his honor.</p> + +<p>He was then obliged to write to the Home Secretary, +"We have met the enemy, and we are theirs"—but +of course he did not express it just exactly that way. +Then it was that King George, for the first time, showed +a disposition to negotiate for peace.</p> + +<p>As peace commissioners, America named Franklin, +John Adams, Laurens, Jay and Jefferson.</p> + +<p>Jefferson refused to leave his wife, who was in delicate +health. Adams was at The Hague, just closing up a +very necessary loan. Laurens had been sent to Holland +on a diplomatic mission, and his ship having been +overhauled by a British man-of-war, he was safely in +that historic spot, the Tower of London.</p> + +<p>So Jay and Franklin alone met the English commissioners, +and Jay stated to them the conditions of peace.</p> + +<p>In a few weeks Adams arrived, still keeping a diary.<a name="III_Page_243"></a> +In that diary is found this item: "The French call me +'Le Washington de la Negociation': a very flattering +compliment indeed, to which I have no right, but sincerely +think it belongs to Mr. Jay."</p> + +<p>Jay quitted Paris in May, Seventeen Hundred Eighty-four, +having been gone from his native land eight years. +When he reached New York there was a great demonstration +in his honor. Triumphal arches were erected +across Broadway, houses and stores were decorated +with bunting, cannons boomed, and bells rang. The +freedom of the city was presented to him in a gold box, +with an exceedingly complimentary address, engrossed +on parchment, and signed by one hundred of the leading +citizens.</p> + +<p>Jay spent just one day in New York, and then rode on +horseback up to the old farm at Rye, Westchester +County, to see his father. That evening there was a +service of thanksgiving at the village church, after +which the citizens repaired to the Jay mansion, one +story high and eighty feet long, where a barrel of cider +was tapped, and "a groce of Church Wardens" passed +around, with free tobacco for all.</p> + +<p>John Jay stood on the front porch and made a modest +speech just five minutes long, among other things saying +he had come home to be a neighbor to them, having +quit public life for good. But he refused to talk about +his own experiences in Europe. His reticence, however, +was made up for by good old Peter Jay, who assured +<a name="III_Page_244"></a>the people that John Jay was America's foremost +citizen; and in this statement he was backed up by the +village preacher, with not a dissenting voice from the +assembled citizens.</p> + +<p>It is rather curious (or it isn't, I'm not sure which) +how most statesmen have quit public life several times +during their careers, like the prima donnas who make +farewell tours. The ingratitude of republics is proverbial, +but to limit ingratitude to republics shows a lack of +experience. The progeny of the men who tired of hearing +Aristides called The Just are very numerous. Of course +it is easy to say that he who expects gratitude does not +deserve it; but the fact remains that the men who +know it are yet stung by calumny when it comes their +way.</p> + +<p>That fine demonstration in Jay's honor was in great +part to overwhelm and stamp out the undertone of +growl and snarl that filled the air. Many said that peace +had been gained at awful cost, that Jay had deferred +to royalty and trifled with the wishes of the people in +making terms.</p> + +<p>And now Jay had got home, back to his family and +farm, back to quiet and rest. The long, hard fight had +been won and America was free. For eight years had he +toiled and striven and planned: much had been accomplished—not +all he hoped, but much.</p> + +<p>He had done his best for his country, his own affairs +were in bad shape, Congress had paid him meagerly, +<a name="III_Page_245"></a>and now he would turn public life over to others and +live his own life.</p> + +<p>All through life men reach these places where they say, +"Here will we build three tabernacles"; but out of the +silence comes the imperative Voice, "Arise, and get +thee hence, for this is not thy rest."</p> + +<p>And now the war was over, peace was concluded; but +war leaves a country in chaos. The long, slow work of +reconstruction and of binding up a nation's wounds +must follow. America was independent, but she had +yet to win from the civilized world the recognition that +she must have in order to endure.</p> + +<p>Jay was importuned by Washington to take the position +of Secretary of Foreign Affairs, one of the most important +offices to be filled.</p> + +<p>He accepted, and discharged the exacting duties of the +place for five years.</p> + +<p>Then came the adoption of the Federal Constitution, +and the election of Washington as President of the +United States.</p> + +<p>Washington wrote to Jay: "There must be a Court, +perpetual and Supreme, to which all questions of +internal dispute between States or people be referred. +This Court must be greater than the Executive, greater +than any individual State, separated and apart from +any political party. You must be the first official head +of the Executive."</p> + +<p>And Jay, as every schoolboy knows, was the first Chief<a name="III_Page_246"></a> +Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. By +his sagacity, his dignity, his knowledge of men, and +love of order and uprightness, he gave it that high +place which it yet holds, and which it must hold; for +when the decisions of the Supreme Court are questioned +by a State or people, the fabric of our government is +but a spider's web through which anarchy and unreason +will stalk.</p> + +<p>In Seventeen Hundred Ninety-four, came serious complications +with Great Britain, growing out of the construction +of terms of peace made in Paris eleven years +before.</p> + +<p>Some one must go to Great Britain and make a new +treaty in order to preserve our honor and save us from +another war.</p> + +<p>Franklin was dead; Adams as Vice-President could not +be spared; Hamilton's fiery temper was dangerous—no +one could accomplish the delicate mission so well as Jay.</p> + +<p>Jay, self-centered and calm, said little; but in compliance +with Washington's wish resigned his office, and +set sail with full powers to use his own judgment in +everything, and the assurance that any treaty he made +would be ratified.</p> + +<p>Arriving in England, he at once opened negotiations +with Lord Grenville, and in five months the new treaty +was signed.</p> + +<p>It provided for the payment to American citizens for +losses of private shipping during the war; and over ten +<a name="III_Page_247"></a>million dollars were paid to citizens of the United States +under this agreement.</p> + +<p>It fixed the boundary-line +between the State of Maine and Canada; provided for +the surrender of British posts in the Far West; that +neither nation was to allow enlistments within its +territory by a third nation at war with another; arranged +for the surrender of fugitives charged with murder or +forgery; and made definite terms as to various minor, +but none the less important, questions.</p> + +<p>A storm of opposition greeted the treaty when its terms +were made known in America. Jay was accused of +bartering away the rights of America, and indignation +meetings were held, because Jay had not insisted on +apologies, and set sums of indemnity on this, that and +the other.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, Washington ratified the treaty; and when +Jay arrived in America there was a greeting fully as +cordial and generous as that on the occasion of his other +homecoming.</p> + +<p>In fact, while he was absent, his friends had put him in +nomination as Governor of New York. His election to +that office occurred just two days before he arrived, and +when he landed his senses were mystified by hearing +loud hurrahs for "Governor Jay."</p> + +<p>When his term of office expired he was re-elected, so he +served as Governor, in all, six years. The most important +measure carried out during that time was the +abolition of slavery in the State of New York, an act +<a name="III_Page_248"></a>he had strenuously insisted on for twenty years, but +which was not made possible until he had the power of +Governor, and crowded the measure upon the Legislature.</p> + +<p>Over a quarter of a century had passed since John +Adams and John Jay had met on horseback out there +on the New Jersey turnpike. Their intimacy had been +continuous and their labors as important as ever +engrossed the minds of men, but in it all there was +neither jealousy nor bickering. They were friends.</p> + +<p>At the close of Jay's gubernatorial term, President +Adams nominated him for the office of Chief Justice, +made vacant by the resignation of Oliver Ellsworth. +The Senate unanimously confirmed the nomination, but +Jay refused to accept the place.</p> + +<p>For twenty-eight years he had served his country—served +it in its most trying hours. He was not an old +man in years, but the severity and anxiety of his labors +had told on his health, and the elasticity of youth had +gone from his brain forever. He knew this, and feared +the danger of continued exertion. "My best work is +done," he said; "if I continue I may undo the good I +have accomplished. I have earned a rest."</p> + +<p>He retired to the ancestral farm at Bedford, Westchester +County, to enjoy his vacation. In a year his +wife died, and the shock told on his already shattered +nerves.</p> + +<p>"The habit of reticence grew upon him," says one +<a name="III_Page_249"></a>writer, "until he could not be tricked into giving an +opinion even about the weather."</p> + +<p>And so he lived out his days as a partial recluse, deep +in problems of "raising watermelons, and sheep that +would not jump fences." He worked with his hands, +wore blue jeans, voted at every town election, but to a +great degree lived only in the past. The problems of +church and village politics and farm life filled his +declining days.</p> + +<p>To a great degree his physical health came back, but +the problems of statecraft he left to other heads and +hands.</p> + +<p>His religious nature manifested itself in various philanthropic +schemes, and the Bible Society he founded +endures even unto this day. These things afforded a +healthful exercise for that tireless brain which refused +to run down.</p> + +<p>His daughters made his home ideal, their love and +gentleness soothing his declining years.</p> + +<p>Death to him was kindly, gathering him as Autumn, +the messenger of Winter, reaps the leaves.<a name="III_Page_250"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>No one has ever made the claim that Jay possessed +genius. He had something which is +better, though, for most of the affairs of life, +and that is commonsense. In his intellect +there was not the flash of Hamilton, nor the creative +quality possessed by Jefferson, nor the large all-roundness +of Franklin.</p> + +<p>He was the average man who has +trained and educated and made the best use of every +faculty and every opportunity. He was genuine; he was +honest; and if he never surprised his friends by his +brilliancy, he surely never disappointed them through +duplicity.</p> + +<p>He made no promises that he could not +keep; he held out no vain hopes.</p> + +<p>As a diplomat he seems nearly the ideal. We have been +taught that the line of demarcation between diplomacy +and untruth is very shadowy. But truth is very good +policy and in the main answers the purpose much +better than the other thing. I am quite willing to leave +the matter to those who have tried both.</p> + +<p>We can not say that Jay was "magnetic," for magnetic +men win the rabble; but Jay did better: he won the +confidence and admiration of the strong and discerning. +His manner was gentle and pleasing; his words few, +and as a listener he set a pace that all novitiates in the +school of diplomacy would do well to follow.</p> + +<p>To talk well is a talent, but to listen is a fine art. If I +really wished to win the love of a man I'd practise the +art of listening. Even dull people often talk well when +<a name="III_Page_251"></a>there is some one near who cultivates the receptive +mood; and to please a man you must give him an +opportunity to be both wise and witty. Men are pleased +with their friends when they are pleased with themselves, +and no man is ever so pleased with himself as +when he has expressed himself well.</p> + +<p>The sympathetic listener at a lecture or sermon is the +only one who gets his money's worth. If you would get +good, lend your sympathy to a speaker, and if, accidentally, +you imbibe heresy, you can easily throw it +overboard when you get home.</p> + +<p>John Jay was quiet and undemonstrative in speech, +cultivating a fine reserve. In debate he never fired all +his guns, and his best battles were won with the powder +that was never exploded. "You had always better keep +a small balance to your credit," he once advised a +young attorney.</p> + +<p>When the first Congress met, Jay was not in favor of +complete independence from England. He asked only +for simple justice, and said, "The middle course is +best." He listened to John Adams and Patrick Henry +and quietly discussed the matter with Samuel Adams; +but it was some time before he saw that the density of +King George was hopeless, and that the work of complete +separation was being forced upon the Colonies +by the blindness and stupidity of the British Parliament.</p> + +<p>He then accepted the issue.</p> + +<p>During those first days of the Revolution, New York +<a name="III_Page_252"></a>did not stand firm, as did Boston, for the cause of +independence. "The foes at home are the only ones +I really fear," once wrote Hamilton.</p> + +<p>First to pacify and placate, then to win and hold those +worse than neutrals, was the work of John Jay. While +Washington was in the field, Jay, with tireless pen, +upheld the cause, and by his speech and presence kept +anarchy at bay.</p> + +<p>As president of the Committee of Safety he showed he +could do something more than talk and write. When +Tories refused to take the oath of allegiance he quietly +wrote the order to imprison or banish; and with friend, +foe or kinsman there was neither dalliance nor turning +aside. His heart was in the cause—his property, his +life. The time for argument had passed.</p> + +<p>In the gloom that followed the defeat of Washington +at Brooklyn, Jay issued an address to the people that +is a classic in its fine, stern spirit of hope and strength. +Congress had the address reprinted and sent broadcast, +and also translated and printed in German.</p> + +<p>His work divides itself by a strange coincidence into +three equal parts. Twenty-eight years were passed in +youth and education; twenty-eight years in continuous +public work; and twenty-eight years in retirement and +rest.</p> + +<p>As one of that immortal ten, mentioned by a +great English statesman, who gave order, dignity, +stability and direction to the cause of American +Independence, the name of John Jay is secure.</p><p><a name="III_Page_253"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="WILLIAM_H_SEWARD"></a></p><h2>WILLIAM H. SEWARD</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_254"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>I avow my adherence to the Union, with my friends, +with my party, with my State; or without either, as +they may determine; in every event of peace or war, +with every consequence of honor or dishonor, of life +or death.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Speech in the United States Senate, 1860</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_255"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-12.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-12_th.jpg" alt="WILLIAM H. SEWARD" /></a></p><p class="ctr">WILLIAM H. SEWARD</p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>When I was a freshman at the Little +Red Schoolhouse, the last exercise +in the afternoon was spelling. The +larger pupils stood in a line that +ran down one aisle and curled clear +around the stove. Well do I remember +one Winter when the biggest +boy in the school stood at the tail-end +of the class most of the time, while at the head of +the line, or always very near it, was a freckled, check-aproned +girl, who once at a spellin'-bee had defeated +even the teacher. This girl was ten years older than +myself, and I was then too small to spell with this first +grade, but I watched the daily fight of wrestling with +such big words as "un-in-ten-tion-al-ly" and "mis-un-der-stand-ing," +and longed for a day when I, too, +should take part and possibly stand next to this fine, +smart girl, who often smiled at me approvingly. And +I planned how I would hold her hand as we would +stand there in line and mentally dare the master to +come on with his dictionary. We two would be the +smartest scholars of the school and always help each +other in our "sums."</p> + +<p>Yet when time had pushed me into the line, she of the +check apron was not there, and even if she had been +I should not have dared to hold her hand.<a name="III_Page_256"></a></p> + +<p>But I must not digress—the particular thing I wish to +explain is that one day at recess the best scholar was +in tears, and I went to her and asked what was the +matter, and she told me that some of the big girls had +openly declared that she—my fine, freckled girl, the +check-aproned, the invincible—held her place at the +head of the school only through favoritism.</p> + +<p>I burned with rage and resentment and proposed fight; +then I burst out crying and together we mingled our +tears.</p> + +<p>All this was long ago. Since then I have been in many +climes, and met many men, and read history a bit—I +hope not without profit. And this I have learned: that +the person who stands at the head of his class (be he +country lad or presidential candidate) is always the +target for calumny and the unkindness of contemporaries +who can neither appreciate nor understand.</p> + +<p>Not long ago I spent several days at Auburn, New +York, so named by some pioneer who, when the Nineteenth +Century was very young, journeyed thitherward +with a copy of Goldsmith's "Deserted Village" +in his pack.</p> + +<p>Auburn is a flourishing city of thirty thousand inhabitants. +It has beautiful wide streets, lined with elms +that in places form an archway. There are churches +to spare and schools galore and handsome residences. +Then there are electric cars and electric lights and +dynamos, with which men electricute other men in +<a name="III_Page_257"></a>the wink of an eye. I saw the "fin-de-siecle" guillotine +and sat in the chair, and the jubilant patentee told me +that it was the quickest scheme for extinguishing life +ever invented—patented Anno Christi Eighteen Hundred +Ninety-five. Verily we live in the age of the Push-Button! +And as I sat there I heard a laugh that was a +quaver, and the sound of a stout cane emphasizing a +jest struck against the stone floor.</p> + +<p>"We didn't have such things when I was a boy!" +came the tremulous voice.</p> + +<p>And then the newcomer explained to me that he was +eighty-seven years old last May, and that he well +remembered a time when a plain oaken gallows and +a strong rope were good enough for Auburn—"provided +Bill Seward didn't get the fellow free," added my new-found +friend.</p> + +<p>Then the old man explained that he used to be a guard +on the walls, and now he had a grandson who occupied +the same office, and in answer to my question said he +knew Seward as though he were a brother. "Bill, he +was the luckiest man ever in Auburn—he married rich +and tumbled over bags of money if he just walked on +the street. He believed in neither God nor devil and +had a pompous way o' makin' folks think he knew all +about everything. To make folks think you know is +just as well as to know, I s'pose!" and the old man +laughed and struck his cane on the echoing floor of +the cell.<a name="III_Page_258"></a></p> + +<p>The sound and the place and the company gave me a +creepy feeling, and I excused myself and made my +way out past armed guards, through doorways where +iron bars clicked and snapped, and steel bolts that held +in a thousand men shot back to let me out, out into a +freer air and a better atmosphere. And as I passed +through the last overhanging arch where a one-armed +guard wearing a G.A.R. badge turned a needlessly +big key, there came unbeckoned across my inward sight +a vision of a check-aproned girl in tears, sobbing with +head on desk. And I said to myself: "Yes, yes! country +girl or statesman, you shall drink the bitter potion that +is the penalty of success—drink it to the very dregs. +If you would escape moral and physical assassination, +do nothing, say nothing, be nothing—court obscurity, +for only in oblivion does safety lie."</p> + +<p>All mud sticks, but no mud is immortal, and that senile +fling at the name of Seward is the last flickering, dying +word of detraction that can be heard in the town that +was his home for full half a century, or in the land he +served so well. And yet it was in Auburn that mob spirit +once found a voice; and when Seward was Lincoln's +most helpful adviser, and his sons were at the front +serving the country's cause, cries of "Burn his house! +Burn his house!" came to the distracted ears of wife +and daughter.</p> + +<p>But all that has gone now. In fact, denial that calumny +was ever offered to the name of Seward springs quickly +<a name="III_Page_259"></a>to the lips of Auburn men, as they point with pride +to that beautiful old home where he lived, and where +now his son resides; and then they lead you, with a +reverence that nearly uncovers, to the stately bronze +standing on the spot that was once his garden—now +a park belonging to the people.</p> + +<p>Time marks wondrous changes; and the city where +William Lloyd Garrison lived in "a rat-hole," as reported +by Boston's Mayor, now honors Commonwealth +Avenue with his statue. And so the sons of Seward's +enemies have devoted willing dollars to preserving +"that classic face and spindling form" in deathless +bronze.</p> + +<p>And they do well, for Seward's name and fame are +Auburn's glory.<a name="III_Page_260"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>I may be mistaken, but it seems to me that +all the worry of the world is quite useless. +And on no subject affecting mortals is there +so much worry as on that of (no, not love!) +parents' ambitions for their children. When the dimpled +darling toddles and lisps and chatters, the satisfaction +he gives is unalloyed; for he is so small and insignificant, +his demands so imperious, that the entire household +dance attendance on the wee tyrant, and count it joy. +But by and by the things at which we used to laugh +become presumptuous, and that which was once funny +is now perverse. And the more practical a man is, the +larger his stock of Connecticut commonsense, the +greater his disillusionment as his children grow to manhood. +When he beholds dawdling inanity and dowdy +vanity growing lush as jimson, where yesterday, with +strained prophetic vision, he saw budding excellence +and worth, his soul is wrung by a worry that knows +no peace. The matter is so poignantly personal that he +dare not share it with another in confessional, and so +he hugs his grief to his heart, and tries to hide it even +from himself.</p> + +<p>And thus does many a mother scrub the kitchen-floor +on her knees, rather than face the irony of maternity +and ask the assistance of the seventeen-year-old pert +chit with bangs, who strums a mandolin in the little +front parlor, gay with its paper flowers, six plush-covered +chairs and a "company" sofa.<a name="III_Page_261"></a></p> + +<p>The late Commodore Vanderbilt is reported to have +said, "I have over a dozen sons, and not one is worth +a damn." I fear me that every father with sons grown +to manhood has at some time voiced the same sentiment, +curtailed, possibly, only as to numbers, and +softened by another expletive, which does not mitigate +the anguish of his cry, as he sees the dreams he had for +his baby boys fade away into a mist of agonizing tears.</p> + +<p>And is all this worry the penalty that Nature exacts +for dreaming dreams that can not in their very nature +come true? Jean Jacques Rousseau, who wrote so beautifully +on child-study, avoided the risk of failure by +putting his children into an asylum; several "Communities" +since have set apart certain women to be +mothers to all, and bring up and care for the young, +and strangely, with no apparent loss to the children; +and Bellamy prophesies a day when the worries of +parenthood will all be transferred to a "committee."</p> + +<p>But the worry is futile and senseless, being born often +of a blindness that will not wait. Man has not only +"Seven Ages," but many more, and he must pass +through this one before the next arrives. The Commodore +certainly possessed what is called horse-sense, +and if his conceptions of character had been clearer, he +might have realized that in more ways than one the +abilities of his sons were going to be greater than his +own. His eldest son was, nevertheless, banished to a +Long Island farm on a pension, "because he could not be +<a name="III_Page_262"></a>trusted to do business." The same son once modestly +asked the Commodore if he would allow him to have +the compost that had been for a year accumulating +outside the Fifth Avenue barns. "Just one load, and +no more," said pater. William thereupon took twenty +teams and as many men, and transferred the entire +pile to a barge moored in the river. It was a barge-load. +And when pater saw what had been done, he said, "The +boy is not so big a fool as I thought." The boy was +forty-five ere death put him in possession of the gold +that the father no longer had use for, there being no +pockets in a shroud, and he then showed that as a +financier he could have given his father points, for in +a few years he doubled the millions and drove horses +faster without a break than his father had ever ridden.</p> + +<p>Seward's father was a doctor, justice of the peace, +merchant, and the general first citizen of the village of +Florida, Orange County, New York. And he had no +more confidence in his boy William than Vanderbilt +had in his. He educated him only because the lad was +not strong enough to work, and it seems to have been +the firm belief that the boy would come to no good end. +In order to discipline him, the father put the youngster +in college on such a scanty allowance that the lad was +obliged to run away and go to teaching school in order +to be free from financial humiliation. Here was the best +possible proof that the young man had the germs of +excellence in him; but the father took it as a proof of +<a name="III_Page_263"></a>depravity, and sent warning letters to the young school-teacher's +friends threatening them "not to harbor the +scapegrace."</p> + +<p>The years went by and the parental distrust slackened +very little. The boy was slim and slender and his hair +was tow-colored and his head too big for his body. He +had gotten a goodly smattering of education some way +and was intent on being a lawyer. He seemed to know +that if he was to succeed he must get well away from +the parent nest, and out of the reach of daily advice.</p> + +<p>His desire was to go "Out West," and the particular +objective point was Auburn, New York.</p> + +<p>The father gave him fifty dollars as a starter, with the +final word, "I expect you'll be back all too soon."</p> + +<p>And so young Seward started away, with high hopes +and a firm determination that he would agreeably disappoint +his parents by not going back.</p> + +<p>He reached Albany by steamboat, and embarked on a +sumptuous canal packet that bore a waving banner on +which were the words woven in gold, "Westward Ho!"</p> + +<p>And he has slyly told us how, as he stepped aboard +that "inland palace," he bethought him of having +written a thesis, three years before, proving that De Witt +Clinton's chimera of joining the Hudson and Lake Erie +was an idea both fictile and fibrous. But the inland +palace carried him safely and surely. He reached +Auburn, and instead of writing home for more money, +returned that which he had borrowed. The father, who +<a name="III_Page_264"></a>was a pretty good man in every way, quite beyond the +average in intellect, lived to see his son in the United +States Senate.</p> + +<p>And the moral for parents is: Don't worry about your +children. You were young once, even if you have forgotten +the fact. Boys will be boys and girls will be girls—but +not forever. Have patience, and remember that this +present brood is not the first generation that has been +brought forth. There have been others, and each has +been very much like the one that passed before. The +sentiment of "Pippa Passes" holds: "God's in His +Heaven, all's right with the world."<a name="III_Page_265"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>In Eighteen Hundred Thirty-four, Seward was +the Whig candidate for Governor of New +York. He was defeated by W.L. Marcy. Four +years later he was again a candidate against +Marcy and defeated him by ten thousand majority.</p> + +<p>Seward was then thirty-six years of age, and was +counted one of the very first among the lawyers of the +State, and in accepting the office of Governor he made +decided financial sacrifices.</p> + +<p>Seward was a man of positive ideas, and, although not +arbitrary in manner, yet had a silken strength of will +that made great rents in the mesh of other men's +desires. Before a court, his quiet but firm persistence +along a certain line often dictated the verdict. The +faculty of grasping a point firmly and securely was his +in a marked measure. And any man who can quietly +override the wishes and ambitions of other men is first +well feared, and then thoroughly hated.</p> + +<p>One of Seward's first efforts on becoming Governor was +to insure a common-school education among the children +of every class, and especially among the foreign +population of large cities. To this end he advocated a +distribution of public funds among all schools established +with that object; and if he were alive today it is quite +needless to say he would not belong to the A.P.A. nor +to any other secret society. He knew too much of all +religions to have complete faith in any, yet his appreciation +of the fact that the Catholics minister to the needs +<a name="III_Page_266"></a>of a class that no other denomination reaches or can +control was outspoken and plain. This, with his connection +with the Anti-Masonic Party, brought upon his +name a stigma that was at last to defeat him for the +Presidency. Seward's clear insight into practical things, +backed by the quiet working energy of his nature, +brought about many changes, and the changes he +effected and the reforms he inaugurated must ever +rank his name high among statesmen.</p> + +<p>By his influence the law's delay in the courts of chancery +was curtailed, and this prepared the way for radical +changes in the Constitution. He inaugurated the +geological survey that led to making "Potsdam outcrop" +classic, and "Medina sandstone" a product that is +so known wherever a man goes forth in the fields of +earth carrying a geologist's hammer.</p> + +<p>Largely through his efforts, a safe and general banking +system was brought about; and the establishment of a +lunatic asylum was one of the best items to his credit +during that first term as Governor. But there was one +philological change that proved too great even for his +generalship. The word "lunacy," as we know, comes +from "luna," the belief in the good old days being that +the moon exercised a profound influence on the wits of +sundry people. I'm told that the idea still holds good +in certain quarters, and that if the wind is east and the +moon shows a horn on which you can hang a flatiron, +certain persons are looked upon askance and the +<a name="III_Page_267"></a>children cautioned to avoid them.</p> + +<p>Seward said that +insane people were simply those who were mentally ill, +and that "Hospital" was the proper term. But the +classicists retorted, "Nay, nay, William Henry, you +have had your way in many things and here we will now +have ours." It has taken us full a century officially to +make the change, and the plain folks from the hills still +refuse to ratify it, and will for many a lustrum.</p> + +<p>It was during Seward's administration that the "debtors' +prison" was done away with, and it was, too, +through his earnest recommendation that the last trace +of law for slaveholding was wiped from the statute-books +of the State of New York.</p> + +<p>The question of slavery was taken up most exhaustively +in what was known as the "Virginia Controversy." This +interesting correspondence can be seen in a stout volume +in most public libraries. It is a series of letters that +passed between Governor Seward of New York and the +Governor of Virginia, as to the requisition of two +persons in New York charged by the Governor of +Virginia with abducting slaves. Seward made the patent +point, and backed it up with a forest of reasons in +politest English, that the accused persons being charged +with abducting slaves, and there being no such thing +as slaves known in New York, no person in New York +could be apprehended for stealing slaves—for slaves +were things that had no existence.</p> + +<p>Then did the Governor of Virginia admit that slaves +<a name="III_Page_268"></a>could not be abducted in New York; but he proceeded +to explain in lusty tomes that slavery legally existed in +Virginia, and that if slaves were abducted in Virginia, +the criminal nature of the act could not be shaken off +because the accused changed his geographical base. +Seward was a prince of logicians: the subtleties of +reasoning and the smoke of rhetoric were to his fancy, +and although there is not a visible smile in the whole +"Virginia Controversy," I can not but think that his +sleeves were puffed with laughter as he searched the +universe for reasons to satisfy the haughty First +Families of Virginia. And all the while, please note that +he held the alleged abductors safe and secure 'gainst +harm's way.</p> + +<p>In this correspondence he placed himself on record as +an Abolitionist of the Abolitionists; and the name of +Seward became listed then and there for vengeance—or +immortality. The subject had been forced upon him, +and he then expressed the sentiment that he continued +to voice until Eighteen Hundred Sixty-five, that +America could not exist half-free and half-slave. It must +be a land of slaveholders and slaves, or a land of free-men—he +was fully and irrevocably committed to the +cause.</p> + +<p>In Eighteen Hundred Forty, he was re-elected Governor. +The second administration was marked, as was +the first, by a vigorous policy of pushing forward public +improvements.<a name="III_Page_269"></a></p> + +<p>At the close of his second term Seward found his +personal affairs in rather an unsettled condition, the +expenses of official position having exceeded his income. +He had had a goodly taste of the ingratitude of republics, +and philosopher though he was, he was yet too young +to know that his experience in well-doing was not +unique, a fact he came to comprehend full well, in later +years. And so he did that very human thing—declared +his intention of retiring permanently from public life.</p> + +<p>Once back at Auburn, clients flocked to him, and he +took his pick of business. And yet we find that public +affairs were in his mind. Vexed questions of State policy +were brought to him to decide, and journeys were made +to Ohio and Michigan in the interests of men charged +with slave-stealing. There was little money in such +practise and small honors, but his heart was in the work.</p> + +<p>In Eighteen Hundred Forty-four, Seward entered +with much zest into the canvass in behalf of Henry Clay +for President, as he thought Clay's election would +surely lead the way to general emancipation.</p> + +<p>In Eighteen Hundred Forty-eight, he supported General +Taylor with equal energy. When Taylor was elected, +there proved to be a great deal of opposition to him +among the members from the South, in both the Senate +and the House of Representatives. The administration +felt the need of being backed by strong men in the +Senate—men who could think on their feet, and carry a +point when necessary against the opposition that sought +<a name="III_Page_270"></a>to confuse and embarrass the friends of the administration +with tireless windmill elocution.</p> + +<p>From Washington came the urgent request that Seward +should be sent to the United States Senate. In Eighteen +Hundred Forty-nine, he was chosen senator and from +the first became the trusted leader of the administration +party.</p> + +<p>The year after Seward's election to the Senate, President +Taylor died and Vice-President Fillmore (who had +the happiness to live in the village of East Aurora, +New York) succeeded to the office, but Seward still +remained leader of the Anti-Slavery Party.</p> + +<p>Seward's second term as United States Senator closed in +Eighteen Hundred Sixty-one. In Eighteen Hundred +Fifty-five, when his first term expired, there was a very +strenuous effort made against his re-election. His strong +and continued anti-slavery position had caused him to +be thoroughly hated both North and South. He was +spoken of as "a seditious agitator and a dangerous +man."</p> + +<p>But in spite of opposition he was again sent back to +Washington. Small, slim, gentle, modest and low-voiced, +he was pointed out in Pennsylvania Avenue as "one +who reads much and sees quite through the deeds of +men."</p> + +<p>Men who are well traduced and hotly denounced are +usually pretty good quality. No better encomium is +needed than the detraction of some people. And men +<a name="III_Page_271"></a>who are well hated also have friends who love them well. +Thus does the law of compensation ever live.</p> + +<p>In Eighteen Hundred Fifty-six, there was a goodly little +demonstration in favor of Seward for President, but the +idea of running such a radical for the chief office of the +people was quickly downed; and Seward himself knew +the temper of the times too well to take the matter very +seriously.</p> + +<p>But the years between Eighteen Hundred Fifty-six and +Eighteen Hundred Sixty were years of agitation and +earnest thought, and the idea that slavery was merely +a local question was getting both depolarized and +dehorned. The non-slaveholding North was rubbing its +sleepy eyes, and asking, Who is this man Seward, anyway? +The belief was growing that Seward, Garrison, +Sumner and Phillips were something more than self-seeking +agitators, and many declared them true patriots. +In every town and city, in every Northern State, +political clubs sprang into being and their battle-cry +was "Seward!" It seemed to be a foregone conclusion +that Seward would be the next President. When the +convention met, the first ballot showed one hundred +seventy-three votes for Seward and one hundred two +for Lincoln, the rest, scattering. But Seward's friends +had marshaled their entire strength—all the rest was +opposition—while Lincoln was an unknown quantity.</p> + +<p>When the news went forth that Lincoln was nominated, +Seward received the tidings in his library at Auburn; +<a name="III_Page_272"></a>and the myth-makers have told us that he cried aloud, +and that the carved lions on his gateposts shed salty +tears. But Seward knew the opposition to his name, and +was of too stern a moral fiber to fix his heart upon the +result of a wire-pulling convention. The motto of his +life had been: Be prepared for the unexpected. It may +be that the lions on the gateposts shed tears, and it is +possible there was weeping in the Seward household—but +not by Seward.</p> + +<p>He entered upon a hearty and vigorous campaign in +support of Lincoln—making a tour through the West +and being greeted everywhere with an enthusiasm that +rivaled that shown for the candidate.</p> + +<p>Seward said to his wife, when the news came that +Lincoln was nominated: "He will be elected, but he +will have to face the greatest difficulties and carry the +greatest burdens that ever a man has been called to +bear. He will need me, but look you, my dear, I will +not serve under him. I must be at the head or nowhere."</p> + +<p>Lincoln knew Seward, and Seward didn't knew Lincoln. +And so after the Convention Lincoln journeyed +down East. It took two days to go from Chicago to +Buffalo, and there were no sleeping-cars; and then +Lincoln went on from Buffalo to Auburn—another +day's journey. Lincoln wore his habitual duster and +the tall hat, a little the worse for wear. He telegraphed +Seward he was coming, and, of course, Seward met +<a name="III_Page_273"></a>him at the station in Auburn. Lincoln got off the car +alone, unattended, carrying his carpetbag, homemade, +with the initials "A.L." embroidered on the side by +the fair hands of Fannie Anna Rebecca Todd.</p> + +<p>Seward and his two sons—William and Frederick—met +the coming President, and the boys laughed at the +dusty, uncouth, sad and awkward individual, six feet +five, who disembarked.</p> + +<p>The carriage was waiting, but Lincoln refused to ride, +saying, "Boys, let's walk," and so they walked up the +hill, in through past the stone gateposts where the lions +stood that shed tears. Seward ran ahead into the house +and said to his wife: "Look you, my dear, we have +misjudged this man. Do not laugh. He is the greatest +man in the world!"</p> + +<p>Three months later, Seward met Lincoln by appointment +in Chicago; and from that time on, to the day of +Lincoln's death, Seward served his chief with hands +and feet, with eyes and ears, and with brain and soul. +When Lincoln was elected, his wisdom was at once +manifest in securing Seward as Secretary of State. The +record of those troublous times and the masterly way +in which Seward served his country are too vivid in the +minds of men to need reviewing here, but the regard of +Lincoln for this man, who so well complemented his +own needs, is worthy of our remembrance. Seward was +the only member of Lincoln's first Cabinet who stood +by him straight through and entered the second.<a name="III_Page_274"></a></p> + +<p>Early in April, Eighteen Hundred Sixty-five, Seward +met with a serious accident by being thrown from his +carriage and dashed against the curbstone. One arm and +both jaws were fractured, and besides he was badly +bruised in other parts of his body. On April Thirteenth, +Lincoln returned from his trip to Richmond, where he +had had an interview with Grant. That evening he +walked over from the White House to Seward's residence. +The stricken man was totally unable to converse, +but Lincoln, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding +the old man's thin hands, told in solemn, serious monotone +of the ending of the war; of what he had seen and +heard; of the plans he had made for sending soldiers +home and providing for an army whipped and vanquished, +and of what was best to do to bind up a nation's +wounds.</p> + +<p>Five years before, these men had stood before +the world as rivals. Then they joined hands as friends, +and during the four years of strife and blood had met +each day and advised and counseled concerning every +great detail. Their opinions often differed widely, but +there was always frank expression and, in the main, their +fears and doubts and hopes had all been one.</p> + +<p>But now at last the smoke had cleared away, and they +had won. The victory had been too dearly bought for +proud boast or vain exultation, but victory still it was.</p> + +<p>And as the strong and homely Lincoln told the tale +the stricken man could answer back only by pressure +of a hand.<a name="III_Page_275"></a></p> + +<p>At last the presence of the nurse told Lincoln it was +time to go; in grave jest he half-apologized for his long +stay, and told of a man in Sangamon County who used +to say there is no medicine like good news. And rumor +has it that he then stooped and kissed the sick man's +cheek. And then he went his way.</p> + +<p>The next night at +the same hour a man entered the Seward home, saying +that he had been sent with messages by the doctor. +Being refused admittance to the sick-chamber, he drew +a pistol and endeavored to shoot Seward's son who +guarded the door; but being foiled in this he crushed +the young man's skull with the heavy weapon, and +springing over his body dashed at the emaciated figure +of Seward with uplifted dagger. A dozen times he struck +at the face and throat and breast of the almost dying +man, and then thinking he had done his work made +rapidly away.</p> + +<p>At the same time, linked by Fate in a sort of poetic +justice, with the thought that if one deserved death so +did the other, Hate had with surer aim sent an assassin's +bullet home—and Lincoln died.</p> + +<p>Weeks passed and the strong vitality that had served +Seward in such good stead did not forsake him. Men of +his stamp are hard to kill.</p> + +<p>On a beautiful May-day, Seward, so reduced that a +woman carried him, was taken out on the veranda of his +house and watched that solid mass of glittering steel +and faded blue that moved through Pennsylvania<a name="III_Page_276"></a> +Avenue in triumphal march. Sherman with head +uncovered rode down to Seward's home, saluted, and +then back to join his goodly company, and many +others of lesser note did the same.</p> + +<p>Health and strength came slowly back, and happy was +the day when he was carried to the office of Secretary of +State and, propped in his chair, again began his work. +Another President had come, but meet it was that the +Secretary of State should still hold his place.</p> + +<p>Seward lived full eleven years after that, seemingly +dragging with unquenched spirit that slashed and +broken form. But the glint did not fade from his eye, +nor did the proud head lose its poise.</p> + +<p>He died in his office among his books and papers, sane +and sensible up to the very moment when his spirit +took its flight.</p><p><a name="III_Page_277"></a></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><a name="ABRAHAM_LINCOLN"></a></p><h2>ABRAHAM LINCOLN</h2> +<p><a name="III_Page_278"></a></p> +<div class="blkquot"><p>The world will little note, nor long remember, what +we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. +It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the +unfinished work which they who fought here have thus +far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here +dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that +from these honored dead we take increased devotion +to the cause for which they gave the last full measure of +devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead +shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, +shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government +of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall +not perish from the earth.<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 10em;'>—<i>Speech at Gettysburg</i></span> +</p></div> +<p><a name="III_Page_279"></a></p> + +<p class="ctr"><a href="./images/ljv3-13.jpg"><img src="./images/ljv3-13_th.jpg" alt="ABRAHAM LINCOLN" /></a></p><p class="ctr">ABRAHAM LINCOLN</p> +<p><br /></p> + +<p>No, dearie, I do not think my childhood +differed much from that of +other good healthy country youngsters. +I've heard folks say that +childhood has its sorrows and all +that, but the sorrows of country +children do not last long. The young +rustic goes out and tells his troubles +to the birds and flowers, and the flowers nod in recognition, +and the robin that sings from the top of a tall +poplar-tree when the sun goes down says plainly it has +sorrows of its own—and understands.</p> + +<p>I feel a pity for all those folks who were born in a big +city, and thus got cheated out of their childhood. +Zealous ash-box inspectors in gilt braid, prying policemen +with clubs, and signs reading, "Keep Off the +Grass," are woeful things to greet the gaze of little +souls fresh from God.</p> + +<p>Last Summer six "Fresh Airs" were sent out to my +farm, from the Eighth Ward. Half an hour after their +arrival, one of them, a little girl five years old, who had +constituted herself mother of the party, came rushing +into the house exclaiming, "Say, Mister, Jimmy Driscoll +he's walkin' on de grass!"</p> + +<p>I well remember the first Keep-Off-the-Grass sign I ever +saw. It was in a printed book; it wasn't exactly a sign, +<a name="III_Page_280"></a>only a picture of a sign, and the single excuse I could +think of for such a notice was that the field was full of +bumblebee-nests, and the owner, being a good man and +kind, did not want barefoot boys to add bee-stings to +stone-bruises. And I never now see one of those signs +but that I glance at my feet to make sure that I have +shoes on.</p> + +<p>Given the liberty of the country, the child is very near +to Nature's heart; he is brother to the tree and calls all +the dumb, growing things by name. He is sublimely +superstitious. His imagination, as yet untouched by +disillusion, makes good all that earth lacks, and habited +in a healthy body the soul sings and soars.</p> + +<p>In childhood, magic and mystery lie close around us. +The world in which we live is a panorama of constantly +unfolding delights, our faith in the Unknown is limitless, +and the words of Job, uttered in mankind's early morning, +fit our wondering mood: "He stretcheth out the +north over empty space, and hangeth the earth upon +nothing."</p> + +<p>I am old, dearie, very old. In my childhood much of the +State of Illinois was a prairie, where wild grass waved +and bowed before the breeze, like the tide of a summer +sea. I remember when "relatives" rode miles and miles +in springless farm-wagons to visit cousins, taking the +whole family and staying two nights and a day; when +books were things to be read; when the beaver and the +buffalo were not extinct; when wild pigeons came in +<a name="III_Page_281"></a>clouds that shadowed the sun; when steamboats ran on +the Sangamon; when Bishop Simpson preached; when +Hell was a place, not a theory, and Heaven a locality +whose fortunate inhabitants had no work to do; when +Chicago newspapers were ten cents each; when cotton +cloth was fifty cents a yard, and my shirt was made +from a flour-sack, with the legend, "Extra XXX," +across my proud bosom, and just below the words in +flaming red, "Warranted Fifty Pounds!"</p> + +<p>The mornings usually opened with smothered protests +against getting up, for country folks then were extremists +in the matter of "early to bed, early to rise, makes +a man healthy, wealthy and wise." We hadn't much +wealth, nor were we very wise, but we had health to +burn. But aside from the unpleasantness of early +morning, the day was full of possibilities of curious +things to be found in the barn and under spreading +gooseberry-bushes, or if it rained, the garret was an +Alsatia unexplored.</p> + +<p>The evolution of the individual mirrors the evolution of +the race. In the morning of the world man was innocent +and free; but when self-consciousness crept in and he +possessed himself of that disturbing motto, "Know +Thyself," he took a fall.</p> + +<p>Yet knowledge usually comes to us with a shock, just +as the mixture crystallizes when the chemist gives the +jar a tap. We grow by throes.</p> + +<p>I well remember the day when I was put out of my<a name="III_Page_282"></a> +Eden.</p> + +<p>My father and mother had gone away in the +one-horse wagon, taking the baby with them, leaving +me in care of my elder sister. It was a stormy day and +the air was full of fog and mist. It did not rain very +much, only in gusts, but great leaden clouds chased +each other angrily across the sky. It was very quiet +there in the little house on the prairie, except when the +wind came and shook the windows and rattled at the +doors. The morning seemed to drag and wouldn't pass, +just out of contrariness; and I wanted it to go fast +because in the afternoon my sister was to take me somewhere, +but where I did not know, but that we should +go somewhere was promised again and again.</p> + +<p>As the day wore on we went up into the little garret +and strained our eyes across the stretching prairie to see +if some one was coming. There had been much rain, for +on the prairie there was always too much rain or else +too little. It was either drought or flood. Dark swarms of +wild ducks were in all the ponds; V-shaped flocks of +geese and brants screamed overhead, and down in the +slough cranes danced a solemn minuet.</p> + +<p>Again and again we looked for the coming something, +and I began to cry, fearing we had been left there, +forgotten of Fate.</p> + +<p>At last we went out by the barn and, with much +boosting, I climbed to the top of the haystack and my +sister followed. And still we watched.</p> + +<p>"There they come!" exclaimed my sister.<a name="III_Page_283"></a></p> + +<p>"There they come!" I echoed, and clapped two red, +chapped hands for joy.</p> + +<p>Away across the prairie, miles and miles away, was a +winding string of wagons, a dozen perhaps, one right +behind another. We watched until we could make out +our own white horse, Bob, and then we slid down the +hickory pole that leaned against the stack, and made +our way across the spongy sod to the burying-ground +that stood on a knoll half a mile away.</p> + +<p>We got there before the procession, and saw a great +hole, with square corners, dug in the ground. It was +half-full of water, and a man in bare feet, with trousers +rolled to his knees, was working industriously to bail +it out.</p> + +<p>The wagons drove up and stopped. And out of one of +them four men lifted a long box and set it down beside +the hole where the man still bailed and dipped. The box +was opened and in it was Si Johnson. Si lay very still, +and his face was very blue, and his clothes were very +black, save for his shirt, which was very white, and his +hands were folded across his breast, just so, and held +awkwardly in the stiff fingers was a little New Testament. +We all looked at the blue face, and the women +cried softly. The men took off their hats while the +preacher prayed, and then we sang, "There'll be no +more parting there."</p> + +<p>The lid of the box was nailed down, lines were taken +from the harness of one of the teams standing by and +<a name="III_Page_284"></a>were placed around the long box, and it was lowered +with a splash into the hole. Then several men seized +spades and the clods fell with clatter and echo. The men +shoveled very hard, filling up the hole, and when it was +full and heaped up, they patted it all over with the +backs of their spades.</p> + +<p>Everybody remained until this was done, and then we +got into the wagons and drove away.</p> + +<p>Nearly a dozen of the folks came over to our house for +dinner, including the preacher, and they all talked of +the man who was dead and how he came to die.</p> + +<p>Only two days before, this man, Si Johnson, stood in the +doorway of his house and looked out at the falling rain. +It had rained for three days, so that they could not +plow, and Si was angry. Besides this, his two brothers +had enlisted and gone away to the War and left him all +the work to do. He did not go to War because he was a +"Copperhead"; and as he stood there in the doorway +looking at the rain, he took a chew of tobacco, and then +he swore a terrible oath.</p> + +<p>And ere the swear-words had escaped from his lips, +there came a blinding flash of lightning, and the man +fell all in a heap like a sack of oats.</p> + +<p>And he was dead.</p> + +<p>Whether he died because he was a Copperhead, or +because he took a chew of tobacco, or because he swore, +I could not exactly understand. I waited for a convenient +lull in the conversation and asked the preacher +<a name="III_Page_285"></a>why the man died, and he patted me on the head and +told me it was "the vengeance of God," and that he +hoped I would grow up and be a good man and never +chew tobacco nor swear.</p> + +<p>The preacher is alive now. He is an old, old man with +long, white whiskers, and I never see him but that I am +tempted to ask for the exact truth as to why Si Johnson +was struck by lightning.</p> + +<p>Yet I suppose it was because he was a Copperhead: all +Copperheads chewed tobacco and swore, and that his +fate was merited no one but the living Copperheads in +that community doubted.</p> + +<p>That was an eventful day to me. Like men whose hair +turns from black to gray in a night, I had left babyhood +behind at a bound, and the problems of the world were +upon me, clamoring for solution.<a name="III_Page_286"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>There was war in the land. When it began I +did not know, but that it was something +terrible I could guess. I thought of it all the +rest of the day and dreamed of it at night. +Many men had gone away; and every day men in blue +straggled by, all going south, forever south.</p> + +<p>And all the men straggling along that road stopped to +get a drink at our well, drawing the water with the +sweep, and drinking out of the bucket, and squirting a +mouthful of water over each other. They looked at my +father's creaking doctor's sign, and sang, "Old Mother +Hubbard, she went to the cupboard."</p> + +<p>They all sang that. They were very jolly, just as though +they were going to a picnic. Some of them came back +that way a few years later and they were not so jolly. +And some there were who never came back at all.</p> + +<p>Freight-trains passed southward, blue with men in the +cars, and on top of the cars, and in the caboose, and on +the cowcatcher, always going south and never north. +For "Down South" were many Rebels, and all along +the way south were Copperheads, and they all wanted +to come north and kill us, so soldiers had to go down +there and fight them.</p> + +<p>And I marveled much that if God hated Copperheads, +as our preacher said He did, why He didn't send lightning +and kill them, just in a second, as He had Si +Johnson. And then all that would have to be done would +be to send for a doctor to see that they were surely +<a name="III_Page_287"></a>dead, and a preacher to pray, and the neighbors would +dress them in their best Sunday suits of black, folding +their hands very carefully across their breasts, then we +would bury them deep, filling in the dirt and heaping it +up, patting it all down very carefully with the back of a +spade, and then go away and leave them until Judgment-Day.</p> + +<p>Copperheads were simply men who hated Lincoln. The +name came from copperhead-snakes, which are worse +than rattlers, for rattlers rattle and give warning. A +rattler is an open enemy, but you never know that a +copperhead is around until he strikes. He lies low in the +swale and watches his chance. "He is the worstest +snake that am."</p> + +<p>It was Abe Lincoln of Springfield who was fighting the +Rebels that were trying to wreck the country and +spread red ruin. The Copperheads were wicked folks +at the North who sided with the Rebels. Society was +divided into two classes: those who favored Abe Lincoln, +and those who told lies about him. All the people I +knew and loved, loved Abe Lincoln.</p> + +<p>I was born at Bloomington, Illinois, through no choosing +of my own, and Bloomington is further famous as being +the birthplace of the Republican party. When a year old +I persuaded my parents to move seven miles north to +the village of Hudson, that then had five houses, a +church, a store and a blacksmith-shop. Many of the +people I knew, knew Lincoln, for he used to come to<a name="III_Page_288"></a> +Bloomington several times a year "on the circuit" to +try cases, and at various times made speeches there. +When he came he would tell stories at the Ashley House, +and when he was gone these stories would be repeated +by everybody. Some of these stories must have been +peculiar, for I once heard my mother caution my +father not to tell any more "Lincoln stories" at the +dinner-table when we had company.</p> + +<p>And once Lincoln gave a lecture at the Presbyterian +Church on the "Progress of Man," when no one was +there but the preacher, my Aunt Hannah and the +sexton.</p> + +<p>My Uncle Elihu and Aunt Hannah knew Abe Lincoln +well. So did Jesse Fell, James C. Conklin, Judge Davis, +General Orme, Leonard Swett, Dick Yates and lots of +others I knew. They never called him "Mister Lincoln," +but it was always Abe, or Old Abe, or just plain Abe +Lincoln. In that newly settled country you always +called folks by their first names, especially when you +liked them. And when they spoke the name, "Abe +Lincoln," there was something in the voice that told of +confidence, respect and affection.</p> + +<p>Once when I was at my Aunt Hannah's, Judge Davis +was there and I sat on his lap. Years afterward I +boasted to Robert Ingersoll that when I wore trousers +buttoned to a calico waist I used to sit on the lap of +David Davis, and Colonel Ingersoll laughed and said, +"Now I know you are a liar, for David Davis didn't +<a name="III_Page_289"></a>have any lap." The only thing about the interview I +remember was that the Judge really didn't have any +lap to speak of.</p> + +<p>After Judge Davis had gone, Aunt Hannah said, "You +must always remember Judge Davis, for he is the man +who made Abe Lincoln!"</p> + +<p>And when I said, "Why, I thought God made Lincoln," +they all laughed.</p> + +<p>After a little pause my inquiring mind caused me to +ask, "Who made Judge Davis?" And Uncle Elihu +answered, "Abe Lincoln."</p> + +<p>Then they all laughed more than ever.<a name="III_Page_290"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>Many volunteers were being called for. Neighbors +and neighbors' boys were enlisting—going +to the support of Abe Lincoln.</p> + +<p>Then one day my father went away, too. +Many of the neighbors went with us to the station when +he took the four-o'clock train, and we all cried, except +mother—she didn't cry until she got home. My father +had gone to Springfield to enlist as a surgeon. In three +days he came back and told us he had enlisted, and was +to be assigned his regiment in a week, and go at once +to the front. He was always a kind man, but during that +week when he was waiting to be told where to go, he +was very gentle and more kind than ever. He told me +I must be the man of the house while he was away, and +take care of my mother and sisters, and not forget to +feed the chickens every morning; and I promised.</p> + +<p>At the end of the week a big envelope came from Springfield +marked in the corner, "Official."</p> + +<p>My mother would not open it, and so it lay on the table +until the doctor's return. We all looked at it curiously, +and my eldest sister gazed on it long with lack-luster +eye and then rushed from the room with her check +apron over her head.</p> + +<p>When my father rode up on horseback I ran to tell him +that the envelope had come.</p> + +<p>We all stood breathless and watched him break the +seals. He took out the letter and read it silently and +passed it to my mother.<a name="III_Page_291"></a></p> + +<p>I have the letter before me now, and it says: "The +Department is still of the opinion that it does not care +to accept men having varicose veins, which make the +wearing of bandages necessary. Your name, however, +has been filed and should we be able to use your +services, will advise."</p> + +<p>Then we were all very glad about the varicose veins, +and I am afraid I went out and boasted to my play-fellows +about our family possessions.</p> + +<p>It was not so very long after, that there was a Big +Meeting in the "timber." People came from all over +the county to attend it. The chief speaker was a man +by the name of Ingersoll, a colonel in the army, who was +back home for just a day or two on furlough. Folks +said he was the greatest orator in Peoria County.</p> + +<p>Early in the morning the wagons began to go by our +house, and all along the four roads that led to the grove +we could see great clouds of dust that stretched away +for miles and miles and told that the people were +gathering by the thousands. They came in wagons and +on horseback, carrying babies; two boys on one horse +were common sights; and there were various four-horse +teams with wagons filled with girls all dressed in white, +carrying flags.</p> + +<p>All our folks went. My mother fastened the back door +of our house with a bolt on the inside, and then locked +the front door with a key, and hid the key under the +doormat.<a name="III_Page_292"></a></p> + +<p>At the grove there was much hand-shaking and visiting +and asking after the folks and for the news. Several +soldiers were present, among them a man who lived +near us, called "Little Ramsey." Three one-armed men +were there, and a man named Al Sweetser, who had +only one leg. These men wore blue, and were seated on +the big platform that was all draped with flags. Plank +seats were arranged, and every plank held its quota. +Just outside the seats hundred of men stood, and beyond +these were wagons filled with people. Every tree in the +woods seemed to have a horse tied to it, and the trees +over the speakers' platform were black with men and +boys. I never knew before that there were so many +horses and people in the world.</p> + +<p>When the speaking began, the people cheered, and then +they became very quiet, and only the occasional squealing +and stamping of the horses could be heard. Our +preacher spoke first, and then the lawyer from Bloomington, +and then came the great man from Peoria. The +people cheered more than ever when he stood up, and +kept hurrahing so long I thought they were not going +to let him speak at all.</p> + +<p>At last they quieted down, and the speaker began. His +first sentence contained a reference to Abe Lincoln. +The people applauded, and some one proposed three +cheers for "Honest Old Abe." Everybody stood up and +cheered, and I, perched on my father's shoulder, cheered +too. And beneath the legend, "Warranted Fifty<a name="III_Page_293"></a> +Pounds," my heart beat proudly. Silence came at last—a +silence filled only by the neighing and stamping of +horses and the rapping of a woodpecker in a tall tree. +Every ear was strained to catch the orator's first words.</p> + +<p>The speaker was just about to begin. He raised one +hand, but ere his lips moved, a hoarse, guttural shout +echoed through the woods, "Hurrah'h'h for Jeff +Davis!!!"</p> + +<p>"Kill that man!" rang a sharp, clear voice in instant +answer.</p> + +<p>A rumble like an awful groan came from the vast crowd. +My father was standing on a seat, and I had climbed to +his shoulder. The crowd surged like a monster animal +toward a tall man standing alone in a wagon. He swung +a blacksnake whip around him, and the lash fell savagely +on two gray horses. At a lunge, the horses, the wagon +and the tall man had cleared the crowd, knocking down +several people in their flight. One man clung to the +tailboard. The whip wound with a hiss and a crack +across his face, and he fell stunned in the roadway.</p> + +<p>A clear space of full three hundred feet now separated +the man in the wagon from the great throng, which with +ten thousand hands seemed ready to tear him limb from +limb. Revolver shots rang out, women screamed, and +trampled children cried for help. Above it all was the +roar of the mob. The orator, in vain pantomime, +implored order.</p> + +<p>I saw Little Ramsey drop off the limb of a tree astride +<a name="III_Page_294"></a>of a horse that was tied beneath, then lean over, and +with one stroke of a knife sever the halter.</p> + +<p>At the same time fifty other men seemed to have done +the same thing, for flying horses shot out from different +parts of the woods, all on the instant. The man in the +wagon was half a mile away now, still standing erect. +The gray horses were running low, with noses and tails +outstretched.</p> + +<p>The spread-out riders closed in a mass and followed at +terrific speed. The crowd behind seemed to grow +silent. We heard the patter-patter of barefoot horses +ascending the long, low hill. One rider on a sorrel horse +fell behind. He drew his horse to one side, and sitting +over with one foot in the long stirrup, plied the sorrel +across the flank with a big, white-felt hat. The horse +responded, and crept around to the front of the flying +mass.</p> + +<p>The wagon had disappeared over a gentle rise of +ground, and then we lost the horsemen, too. Still we +watched, and two miles across the prairie we got a +glimpse of running horses in a cloud of dust, and into +another valley they settled, and then we lost them for +good.</p> + +<p>The speaking began again and went on amid applause +and tears, with laughter set between.</p> + +<p>I do not remember what was said, but after the speaking, +as we made our way homeward, we met Little +Ramsey and the young man who rode the sorrel horse.<a name="III_Page_295"></a></p> + +<p>They told us that they had caught the Copperhead +after a ten-mile chase, and that he was badly hurt, +for the wagon had upset and the fellow was beneath it. +Ramsey asked my father to go at once to see what +could be done for him.</p> + +<p>The man, however, was quite +dead when my father reached him. There was a purple +mark around his neck: and the opinion seemed to +be that he had got tangled up in the harness or +something.<a name="III_Page_296"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The war-time months went dragging by, and +the burden of gloom in the air seemed to +lift; for when the Chicago "Tribune" was +read each evening in the post-office it told +of victories on land and sea. Yet it was a joy not untinged +with black; for in the church across from our +house, funerals had been held for farmer boys who had +died in prison-pens and been buried in Georgia trenches.</p> + +<p>One youth there was, I remember, who had stopped +to get a drink at our pump, and squirted a mouthful +of water over me because I was handy.</p> + +<p>One night the postmaster was reading aloud the names +of the killed at Gettysburg, and he ran right on to the +name of this boy. The boy's father sat there on a nail-keg, +chewing a straw. The postmaster tried to shuffle +over the name and on to the next.</p> + +<p>"Hi! Wha—what's that you said?"</p> + +<p>"Killed in honorable battle—Snyder, Hiram," said +the postmaster with a forced calmness.</p> + +<p>The boy's father stood up with a jerk. Then he sat +down. Then he stood up again and staggered his way +to the door and fumbled for the latch like a blind man.</p> + +<p>"God help him! he's gone to tell the old woman," +said the postmaster as he blew his nose on a red handkerchief.</p> + +<p>The preacher preached a funeral sermon for the boy, +and on the little pyramid that marked the family lot +in the burying-ground they carved the words: "Killed +<a name="III_Page_297"></a>in honorable battle, Hiram Snyder, aged nineteen." +Not long after, strange, yellow, bearded men in faded +blue began to arrive. Great welcomes were given them; +and at the regular Wednesday evening prayer-meeting +thanksgivings were poured out for their safe return, +with names of company and regiment duly mentioned +for the Lord's better identification. Bees were held for +some of these returned farmers, where twenty teams +and fifty men, old and young, did a season's farm-work +in a day, and split enough wood for a year. At such +times the women would bring big baskets of provisions, +and long tables would be set, and there were very jolly +times, with cracking of many jokes that were veterans, +and the day would end with pitching horseshoes, and +at last with singing "Auld Lang Syne."</p> + +<p>It was at one such gathering that a ghost appeared—a +lank, saffron ghost, ragged as a scarecrow—wearing +a foolish smile and the cape of a cavalryman's overcoat +with no coat beneath it. The apparition was a youth of +about twenty, with a downy beard all over his face, and +countenance well mellowed with coal-soot, as though he +had ridden several days on top of a freight-car that +was near the engine.</p> + +<p>This ghost was Hiram Snyder.</p> + +<p>All forgave him the shock of surprise he caused us—all +except the minister who had preached his funeral +sermon. Years after I heard this minister remark in a +solemn, grieved tone: "Hiram Snyder is a man who can +not be relied on."<a name="III_Page_298"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>As the years pass, the miracle of the seasons +means less to us. But what country boy can +forget the turning of the leaves from green +to gold, and the watchings and waitings for +the first hard frost that ushers in the nutting season! +And then the first fall of snow, with its promise of +skates and sleds and tracks of rabbits, and mayhap +bears, and strange animals that only come out at night, +and that no human eye has ever seen!</p> + +<p>Beautiful are the seasons; and glad I am that I have +not yet quite lost my love for each. But now they parade +past with a curious swiftness! They look at me out of +wistful eyes, and sometimes one calls to me as she goes +by and asks, "Why have you done so little since I saw +you last?" And I can only answer, "I was thinking of +you."</p> + +<p>I do not need another incarnation to live my life over +again. I can do that now, and the resurrection of the +past, through memory, that sees through closed eyes, +is just as satisfactory as the thing itself.</p> + +<p>Were we talking of the seasons? Very well, dearie, the +seasons it shall be. They are all charming, but if I were +to wed any it would be Spring. How well I remember the +gentle perfume of her comings, and her warm, languid +breath!</p> + +<p>There was a time when I would go out of the house +some morning, and the snow would be melting, and +Spring would kiss my cheek, and then I would be all +<a name="III_Page_299"></a>aglow with joy and would burst into the house, and +cry: "Spring is here! Spring is here!" For you know +we always have to divide our joy with some one. One +can bear grief, but it takes two to be glad.</p> + +<p>And then my mother would smile and say, "Yes, my +son, but do not wake the baby!"</p> + +<p>Then I would go out and watch the snow turn to water, +and run down the road in little rivulets to the creek, +that would swell until it became a regular Mississippi, +so that when we waded the horse across, the water +would come to the saddlegirth.</p> + +<p>Then once, I remember, the bridge was washed away, +and all the teams had to go around and through the +water, and some used to get stuck in the mud on the +other bank. It was great fun!</p> + +<p>The first "Spring beauties" bloomed very early in +that year; violets came out on the south side of rotting +logs, and cowslips blossomed in the slough as they never +had done before. Over on the knoll, prairie-chickens +strutted pompously and proudly drummed. The war +was over! Lincoln had won, and the country was safe!</p> + +<p>The jubilee was infectious, and the neighbors who used +to come and visit us would tell of the men and boys +who would soon be back. The war was over!</p> + +<p>My father and mother talked of it across the table, and +the men talked of it at the store, and earth, sky and +water called to each other in glad relief, "The war is +over!"<a name="III_Page_300"></a></p> + +<p>But there came a morning when my father walked up +from the railroad-station very fast, and looking very +serious. He pushed right past me as I sat in the doorway. +I followed him into the kitchen where my mother +was washing dishes, and heard him say, "They have +killed Lincoln!" and then he burst into tears. I had +never before seen my father shed tears—in fact, I had +never seen a man cry. There is something terrible in the +grief of a man.</p> + +<p>Soon the church-bell across the road began to toll. It +tolled all that day. Three men—I can give you their +names—rang the bell all day long, tolling, slowly tolling, +tolling until night came and the stars came out. I +thought it a little curious that the stars should come +out, for Lincoln was dead; but they did, for I saw them +as I trotted by my father's side down to the post-office.</p> + +<p>There was a great crowd of men there. At the long +line of peeled-hickory hitching-poles were dozens of +saddle-horses. The farmers had come for miles to get +details of the news.</p> + +<p>On the long counters that ran down each side of the +store men were seated, swinging their feet, and listening +intently to some one who was reading aloud from +a newspaper. We worked our way past the men who +were standing about, and with several of these my +father shook hands solemnly.</p> + +<p>Leaning against the wall near the window was a big, +red-faced man, whom I knew as a Copperhead. He had +<a name="III_Page_301"></a>been drinking, evidently, for he was making boozy +efforts to stand very straight. There were only heard +a subdued buzz of whispers and the monotonous voice +of the reader, as he stood there in the center, his newspaper +in one hand and a lighted candle in the other.</p> + +<p>The red-faced man lurched two steps forward, and in a +loud voice said, "L—L—Lincoln is dead—an' I'm +damn glad of it!"</p> + +<p>Across the room I saw two men struggling with Little +Ramsey. Why they should struggle with him I could +not imagine, but ere I could think the matter out, I saw +him shake himself loose from the strong hands that +sought to hold him. He sprang upon the counter, and +in one hand I saw he held a scale-weight. Just an instant +he stood there, and then the weight shot straight at the +red-faced man. The missile glanced on his shoulder and +shot through the window. In another second the red-faced +man plunged through the window, taking the +entire sash with him.</p> + +<p>"You'll have to pay for that window!" called the +alarmed postmaster out into the night.</p> + +<p>The store was quickly emptied, and on following outside +no trace of the red man could be found. The earth +had swallowed both the man and the five-pound scale-weight.</p> + +<p>After some minutes had passed in a vain search for the +weight and the Copperhead, we went back into the +store and the reading was continued.<a name="III_Page_302"></a></p> + +<p>But the interruption had relieved the tension, and for +the first time that day men in that post-office joked and +laughed. It even lifted from my heart the gloom that +threatened to smother me, and I went home and told +the story to my mother and sisters, and they too smiled, +so closely akin are tears and smiles.<a name="III_Page_303"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The story of Lincoln's life had been ingrained +into me long before I ever read a book. For +the people who knew Lincoln, and the people +who knew the people that Lincoln knew, +were the people I knew. I visited at their houses and +heard them tell what Lincoln had said when he sat at +table where I then sat. I listened long to Lincoln stories, +and "and that reminds me" was often on the lips of +those I loved. All the tales told by the faithful +Herndon and the needlessly loyal Nicolay and Hay +were current coin, and the rehearsal of the Lincoln-Douglas +debate was commonplace.</p> + +<p>When our own poverty was mentioned, we compared +it with the poverty that Lincoln had endured, and felt +rich. I slept in a garret where the winter's snow used +to sift merrily through the slab shingles, but then I was +covered with warm buffalo-robes, and a loving mother +tucked me in and on my forehead imprinted a goodnight +kiss. But Lincoln at the same age had no mother +and lived in a hut that had neither windows, doors nor +floor, and a pile of leaves and straw in the corner was +his bed. Our house had two rooms, but one Winter the +Lincoln home was only a shed enclosed on three sides.</p> + +<p>I knew of his being a clerk in a country store at the +age of twenty, and that up to that time he had read +but four books; of his running a flatboat, splitting rails, +and poring at night over a dog-eared law-book; of his +asking to sleep in the law-office of Joshua Speed, and of<a name="III_Page_304"></a> +Speed's giving him permission to move in. And of his +going away after his "worldly goods" and coming +back in ten minutes carrying an old pair of saddlebags, +which he threw into a corner saying, "Speed, I've +moved!".</p> + +<p>I knew of his twenty years of country law-practise, +when he was considered just about as good and no +better than a dozen others on that circuit, and of his +making a bare living during that time. Then I knew +of his gradually awakening to the wrong of slavery, of +the expansion of his mind, so that he began to incur +the jealousy of rivals and the hatred of enemies, and +of the prophetic feeling in that slow but sure moving +mind that "a house divided against itself can not stand. +I believe this Government can not endure permanently +half-slave and half-free."</p> + +<p>I knew of the debates with Douglas and the national +attention they attracted, and of Judge Davis' remark, +"Lincoln has more commonsense than any other man +in America"; and then, chiefly through Judge Davis' +influence, of his being nominated for President at the +Chicago Convention. I knew of his election, and the +coming of the war, and the long, hard fight, when friends +and foes beset, and none but he had the patience and +the courage that could wait. And then I knew of his +death, that death which then seemed a calamity—terrible +in its awful blackness.</p> + +<p>But now the years have passed, and I comprehend +<a name="III_Page_305"></a>somewhat of the paradox of things, and I know that +this death was just what he might have prayed for. It +was a fitting close for a life that had done a supreme +and mighty work. His face foretold the end.</p> + +<p>Lincoln had no home ties. In that plain, frame house, +without embellished yard or ornament, where I have +been so often, there was no love that held him fast. In +that house there was no library, but in the parlor, where +six haircloth chairs and a slippery sofa to match stood +guard, was a marble table on which were various giftbooks +in blue and gilt. He only turned to that home +when there was no other place to go. Politics, with its +attendant travel and excitement, allowed him to forget +the what-might-have-beens. Foolish bickering, silly +pride, and stupid misunderstanding pushed him out +upon the streets and he sought to lose himself among +the people. And to the people at length he gave his +time, his talents, his love, his life. Fate took from him +his home that the country might call him savior. Dire +tragedy was a fitting end; for only the souls who have +suffered are well-loved.</p> + +<p>Jealousy, disparagement, calumny, have all made way, +and North and South alike revere his name.</p> + +<p>The memory of his gentleness, his patience, his firm +faith, and his great and loving heart are the priceless +heritage of a united land. He had charity for all and +malice toward none; he gave affection, and affection is +his reward.</p> + +<p>Honor and love are his.<a name="III_Page_306"></a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p>SO HERE ENDETH "LITTLE JOURNEYS TO THE HOMES +OF AMERICAN STATESMEN," BEING VOLUME THREE OF +THE SERIES, AS WRITTEN BY ELBERT HUBBARD: +EDITED AND ARRANGED BY FRED BANN; BORDERS AND +INITIALS BY ROYCROFT ARTISTS, MCMXXII<br /><br /><br /></p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13911 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/13911-h/images/ljv3-1.jpg b/13911-h/images/ljv3-1.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e168826 --- /dev/null +++ b/13911-h/images/ljv3-1.jpg diff --git a/13911-h/images/ljv3-10.jpg b/13911-h/images/ljv3-10.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..725883c --- /dev/null +++ b/13911-h/images/ljv3-10.jpg diff --git a/13911-h/images/ljv3-10_th.jpg b/13911-h/images/ljv3-10_th.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a70c25 --- 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