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JEWETT   AND    COMPANY. \n\nCLEVELAND,   OHIO: \nJEWETT,  PROCTOR  &  WORTIUNGTON. \n\n185  2. \n\n\nEntered  iic-cordiug  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1852, \n\nBy   JAMES  SPEAR  LORING, \n\nIn  the  (,'Ierk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts. \n\n\ns  r  )^  E  O  I  V  r  K  I)    n  T \n\nHOBART    k    ROBBINS, \n\nNEW    KNiil.AND   TYFE   AND   STEBBOTTPK   FOUSDEBV, \n\nBOSTON. \n\n\nA  WORD    TO  THE   READER. \n\n\nThe  editor,  after  a  careful  research,  pursued  with  an \nintense  devotion  during  a  period  of  nearly  four  years,  pre- \nsents tliis  volume  to  the  public,  and  here  takes  occasion \nto  dedicate  its  pages  to  the  glorious  memory  of  Samuel \nAdams,  John  Hancock  and  Thomas  Gushing,  a  noble  trium- \nvirate, and  among  the  foremost  of  the  great  promoters  of  the \nAmerican  Revolution.  Aspiring  to  no  higher  claim  than \nthat  of  editor,  he  remarks,  in  addition  to  what  has  been \nstated  at  the  close  of  the  introduction  on  the  Boston  Mas- \nsacre,—  of  which  event  Daniel  Webster  emphasizes,  \"  from \nthat  moment  we  may  date  the  severance  of  the  British \nempire,\" — that  he  has  embodied  a  great  mass  of  materials \nin  relation  to  our  own  political  and  national  history,  after \nporing  over  valuable  manuscripts,  newspapers  printed  for \nmore  than  a  hundred  years  past,  every  variety  of  periodicals, \npamphlets,  and  a  multitude  of  other  authorities  essential  to \nthe  completion  of  his  design.  The  editor  has  generally  been \ncareful  to  cite  authorities  ;  but  sometimes  through  inadvert- \nence, sometimes  for  the  reason  that  writers  have  adopted  the \nlanguage  and  statements  of  others  as  original,  he  has  not \n\n\nIV  A  WORD   TO   THE   READER. \n\ndesignated  authorities.     A  great  disparity  in  the  sketches  of \nthe  orators  will  be  observed.     In  the  gathering  of  materials, \nthe  editor  has  mostly  been  thrown  on  his  own  resources. \n\"While,  by  interviews  with  parties  interested,  a  great  body \nof  original  matter  has  been  obtained  in  relation  to  a  large \nnumber  of  the  orators,  very  meagre  materials  only,  like  a \nmonumental   inscription,  could  be  gathered   in   regard  to \nothers  ;    and  this  is  an  apology  for  what  may,  at  the  first \nblush,  appear  an  act  of  injustice  to  some  of  the  most  worthy \npoliticians  in  the  catalogue  ;  —but  there  mns  through  the \nvolume  such  frequent   allusions  to  the  same   person,  that \nthey  partially  atone  for  the  scanty  materials  of  a  separate \narticle.     Notwithstanding  the  vigilance  of  the  editor,  many \nerrors  appear  in  the  work  ;    but,  to  adopt  the  language  of \nCotton  Mather,  \"it  seems  the  hands  of  Briareus  and  the \neyes  of  Argus  will  not  prevent  them.\" \n•Boston,  March  5,  1852, \n\n\nCONTENTS. \n\n\nPAGH \n\nTflK  Massacre  of  Maecu  5,  1770 1 \n\n1771.  March  5.     Thomas  Young.     Boston  Massacre 24 \n\n1771.  April  2.      James  LovELt.     Do 29 \n\n1772.  March  5.    Joseph  Warren.     Do 45 \n\n1773.  March  8.     Benjamin  Church.     Do 37 \n\n1774.  March  5.    John  Hancock.     Do 72 \n\n1775.  March  5.    Joseph  Warren.     Do 59 \n\n1776.  March  6.     Peter  Thachek.     Do 122 \n\nApril  8.  Perez  Morton.     Over  the  Remains  of  Warren.         .       .       .  127 \n\n1777.  March  5.     Benjamin  Hiciiborn.     Boston  Massacre 130 \n\n1778.  March  5.    Jonathan  Williams  Austin.     Do 133 \n\n1779.  March  5.     William  Tudor.     Do 135 \n\n1780.  March  5.     Jonathan  Mason.     Do 130 \n\n1781.  March  5.     Thomas  Dawes.     Do 141 \n\n1782.  March  5.     George  Richards  Minot.     Do 146 \n\n1783.  March  5.    Thomas  AVelsh.     Do 154 \n\nJuly  4.  John  Warren.     Town  Orator.     National  Independence.  .       .  156 \n\n1784.  July  4.       Benjamin  Highborn.     Do 167 \n\n1785.  July  4.       John  Gardiner.     Do 168 \n\n1786.  July  4.       Jonathan  Loring  Austin.     Do 172 \n\n1787.  July  4.       Thomas  Dawes.     Do 182 \n\nJohn  Brooks.     Mass.  Soc.  of  Cincinnati 184 \n\n1788.  July  4.       Harrison  Gray  Otis.     Town  Orator 188 \n\nWilliam  Hull.     Mass.  Soc.  of  Cincinnati 218 \n\n1789.  July  4.       Samuel  Stillman.     Town  Orator 222 \n\nSamuel  Whitwell.     Mass.  Soc.  of  Cincinnati.       .       .       .      228 \n\n1790.  July  4.       Edward  Gray.     Town  Orator 229 \n\nWiLLLiM  Tudor.    Mass.  Soc.  of  Cincinnati 229 \n\n1791.  July  4.       Thomas  Crafts,  Jr.    Town  Orator 230 \n\n1* \n\n\nVI  CONTENTS. \n\nPAOB \n\n1792.  July  4.  Josepu  Blakj-:,  .Jr.     Town  Orator 231 \n\n1793.  July  4.  John  Quincy  Adajis.     Do. 233 \n\n1794.  July  4.  John  Phillips.     Do 248 \n\n1795.  July  4.  George  Blake.     Do 253 \n\n179(5.  July  4.  John  Lathrop.     Do 25-5 \n\n1797.  July  4.    John  Callender.     Do 267 \n\n1798.  July  4.     Josiah  Quincy.     Do 258 \n\n1799.  July  4.     John  Lowell.     Do 278 \n\nJuly  17.  Robert  Treat  Paine.     Young  Men  of  Boston 283 \n\nDec.  29.    John  Thornton  Kirkland.     Eulogy  on  Washington.    .       .      287 \n\n]  800.     Feb.  8.  Fisher  Ames.     State  Eulogy  on  Washington 291 \n\nFeb.  11.  Timothy  Bigelow.     Mass.  Grand  Lodge.  ....      298 \n\nFeb.  19.  John  Davis.     American  Academy  of  Arts  and  Sciences.     .       .  304 \n\nJuly  4.  Joseph  Hall.     Town  Orator 307 \n\n1801.  July  4.  Charles  Paine.      Do 310 \n\n1802.  July  4.  William  Emerson.     Do 311 \n\n1803.  July  4.  W1LLI.VM  Sullivan.     Do 313 \n\n1804.  July  4.  Thomas  Danforth.     Do 320 \n\n1805.  July  4.  AVarren  Dutton.     Do '.       .       .       .       .  321 \n\nEbenezer  French.     Young  Republicans 322 \n\n180(3.     July  4.     Francis  Dana  Channing.     Town  Orator 322 \n\nJoseph  Gleason.     Y'oung  Republicans 323 \n\n1807.  July  4.     Peter  Oxenbridge  Thacher.     Town  Orator.      .        •       .       .  323 \n\n1808.  July  4.     Andrew  Ritchie,  Jr.     Do 325 \n\nJuly  4.     Charles  Pinokney  Sumner.     Young  Republicans.      .       .       .  325 \n\n1809.  July  4.     AViLLiAM  TuDuR.     Town  Orator 833 \n\nJuly  4.     David  Everett.     Bunker  Hill  Association 337 \n\nJuly  4.    William  Charles  White.     Do 344 \n\n1810.  .July  4.     Alexander  Townsend.     Town  Orator 349 \n\nDaniel  Waldo  Lincoln.     Bunker  Hill  Association.        .       .      351 \n\nI/'      1811.     July  4.     James  Savage.     Town  Orator 353 \n\nHenry  A.  S.  Dearborn.     Bunker  Hill  Association.  .       .       .      360 \n\n1812.  July  4.     Benjamin  Pollard.     Town  Orator 365 \n\n1813.  July  4.     Edward  St.  Loe  LivERMORE.     Do 367 \n\n1814.  July  4.     Benjamin  Whitwell.     Do 368 \n\n1815.  Apr.  30.  Horace  HoLLEY.     AVashington  Benevolent  Society.          .       .      368 \nJuly  4.     Lemuel  Shaw.     Town  Orator 375 \n\nAVilliam  Gale.    AVashington  Society 381 \n\n1816.  July  4.     George  Sclliv.w.     Town  Orator 381 \n\nAsnuR  AVare.     AVashington  Society 382 \n\n1817.  July  4.     Edward  Tyrell  Channing.     Town  Orator 384 \n\n1818.  July  4.    Francis  Galley  Gray.    Do 385 \n\n\nCONTENTS.  VII \n\nPAGE \n\n1819.  July  4.    Feanklin  Dextee.    Town  Orator 388 \n\nSamuel  Adams  Wells.     Washington  Society 391 \n\n1820.  July  4.    Theodore  Ltjlvn.     Town  Orator 391 \n\nHenry  Orne.     Washington  Society 393 \n\n1821.  July  4.     Charles  Greely  Loring.     Town  Orator 393 \n\nGerry  Fairbanks.     AVashington  Society 398 \n\n1822.  July  4.    John  Chipman  Gray.     City  Orator 398 \n\n1823.  July  4.     Charles  Pelham  Curtis.     Do 400 \n\nRussell  Jarvis.     Washington  Society 403 \n\nJoseph  Bartlett.     Volunteer 405 \n\n1824.  July  4.     Francis  Bassett.     City  Orator 40ft \n\nJohn  Everett.     Washington  Society 407 \n\n1825.  July  4.     Charles  Sprague.     City  Orator 408 \n\n1826.  July  4.     Josiah  Quincy.     Do.    .       . 418 \n\nWilliam  Emmons.     Volunteer 419 \n\nDavid  Lee  Child.     Washington  Society 420 \n\nAug.  2.     Daniel  Webster.     Eulogy  on  Adams  and  Jefferson.    .       .       .  421 \nAug.  6.     Samuel  Lorenzo  Knapp.     Young  Men  of  Boston.  .       .       .      445 \n\n1827.  July  4.    William  Powell  ALisoN.     City  Orator 447 \n\n1828.  Jan.  8.     Nathaniel  Greene.     Battle  of  New  Orleans 449 \n\nJuly  4.     Bradford  Sumner.     City  Orator 449 \n\nJames  Davis  Knowles.     Baptist  Churches 455 \n\nJoseph  Hardt  Prince.     Washington  Society 453 \n\n1829.  M'ch  4.    John  Warren  Jajies.     Inauguration  of  Jackson.     .       .       .      460 \nJuly  4.    Jajies  Trecothic  Austin.     City  Orator 470 \n\nCharles  Gordon  Greene.    Washington  Society.      .       .       .      477 \n\n1830.  July  4.     ALEx.iNDER  Hill  Everett.     City  Orator 480 \n\nHenry  Barney  Smith.     Washington  Society 483 \n\n1831.  July  4.     John  Gorham  Palfrey.     City  Orator 485 \n\nWilliam  Foster  Otis.     Young  Men  of  Boston.       .       .       .      493 \nJuly  11.   Timothy  Fuller.     Anti-Masonic. 494 \n\n1832.  July  4.     Josiah  Quincy,  Jr.     City  Orator 495 \n\nEdward  Goldsborougu  Peescott.     Boston  Regiment.      .       .  600 \nAndrew  Dunlap.     Washington  Society 504 \n\n1833.  July  4.     Edward  Goldsborough  Prescott.     City  Orator.        .       .       .  501 \n\nJohn  Wade,  Jr.     Washington  Society 507 \n\nAmasa  Walker.     Twelve  Young  Men's  Societies.         .       .       .  508 \nCaleb  Gushing.     Amer.  Colonization  Society 513 \n\n1834.  July  4.    Richard  Sullivan  Fay.     City  Orator 524 \n\nFrederick  Robinson.     Boston  Trades  Union 524 \n\nSept.  6.    Edward  Everett.     Eulogy  on  Lafayette 525 \n\n1835.  July  4.    Geoege  Sxillman  Hillaed.     City  Orator 546 \n\n\nVUI  GOlJrrENTS. \n\n1835.  July  4.    Jerojie  Van  Ceowningshield  Smith.    South  Boston.        .       .  551 \n\nTheophilus  Fiske.     Boston  Trades  Union 555 \n\nOct.  15.   Joseph  Story.     Eulogy  on  Chief  Justice  Marshall.      .       .       .  556 \n\n1836.  July  4.     Henkt  Willis  Kinsman.     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Chables  Theodore  Russeli-     Do 670 \n\n\nTHE \n\n\nHUNDRED  BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\n\nTo  the  sages  who  spoke, \n\nTo  the  heroes  who  bled, \nTo  the  day  and  the  deed, \n\nStrike  the  harp-strings  of  glory  ! \nLet  the  song  of  the  ransomed \n\nRemember  the  dead. \nAnd  the  tongue  of  the  eloquent \n\nHallow  the  story. \nO'er  the  bones  of  the  bold \n\nBe  that  story  long  told, \nAnd  on  Fame's  golden  tablets \n\nTheir  triumphs  enrolled. \nWho  on  Freedom's  green  hills \n\nFreedom's  banner  unfurled. \nAnd  the  beacon-fire  raised \n\nThat  gave  light  to  the  world. \n\nSprague. \n\n\"  The  origin  of  our  national  independence  may  be  traced  to  the  native \nfervid  sense  of  freedom,\"  says  Tudor,  \"  which  our  ancestors  brought \nwith  them,  and  fostered  in  the  forests  of  America,  and  which,  with \npious  care,  they  taught  their  offspring  never  to  forego ;\"  and  it  was \nnot  until  the  expiration  of  one  century  and  a  half  that  the  colonists \ninflexibly  resolved  to  govern  themselves,  uncontrolled  by  the  mother \ncountry.  Innumerable  tendencies  accelerated  this  determination.  The \nnoble  Avife  of  the  elder  Adams,  in  writing  to  Mrs.  Cranch,  remarked, \nwith  laudable  pride:  —  \"Amongst  those  who  voted  against  receiving \nan  explanatory  charter,  in  the  Massachusetts,  stands  the  name  of  our \nvenerable  grandfather  Quincy,  accompanied  with  only  one  other,  to  his \nimmortal  honor.\"  By  vesting  the  governor  with  the  veto  power, \nopposmg  an  elected  speaker  of  the  house,  and  forbidding  them  to  adjourn \nat   their  own  option  more  than  two  days,  King  George  the  First \n\n1 \n\n\n2  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ninflicted  a  fatal  wound  on  the  dominant  power  of  Old  England  over \nNew  England,  and  showed  himself  unworthy  an  aspiration  of  holy \nGeorge  Herbert,  in  the  days  of  the  Mayflower  Pilgrims, — \n\n\"  Religion  stands  on  tiptoe  in  our  land, \nReady  to  pass  to  the  American  strand  !  \" \n\nIt  is  evident,  however,  that  Madam  Adams  was  mistaken  regaixiing \nthe  minority.  On  turning  to  the  records  of  the  council,  we  find  there \nwere  four  who  voted  in  the  negative ;  and  the  records  of  the  house \nexhibit  the  names  of  thirty-two  who  negatived  also  the  acceptance  of \nthis  oppressive  charter.  As  it  will  gratify  the  descendants  of  this \nhonored  minority  to  know  this  fact  of  their  ancestors,  we  have  carefully \ntranscribed  their  names.  The  record  is  dated  Jan.  15,  1725  :  Isaiah \nTay,  Wilham  Clark,  Esq.,  Ezekiel  Lewis,  Thomas  Gushing,  Boston; \nJohn  Wadsworth,  Milton;  John  Quincy,  Esq.,  Braintree;  John  Torrey, \nWeymouth;  Capt.  Thomas  Loring,  Hingham;  John  Brown,  Mendon; \nEdward  Wliite,  Brookline  ;  John  Sanders,  Haverhill ;  John  Hobson, \nRowley ;  Benjamin  Barker,  Andover ;  Joseph  Hale,  Boxford ;  Samuel \nTenney,  Bradford ;  Capt.  William  Rogers,  Wenham  ;  Joseph  Davis, \nAmesbury ;  Richard  Ward,  Newton ;  John  Rice,  Sudbury  ;  Capt. \nSamuel  Bullard,  Sherburne  ;  Joseph  Wilder,  Lancaster  ;  Capt.  Edward \nGoddard,  Framingham ;  John  Blanchard,  Billerica ;  Daniel  Pierce, \nWoburn ;  Jonathan  Sargent,  Maiden ;  Samuel  Chamberlain,  Chelmsford ; \nThomas  Bryant,  Scituate  ;  Nathaniel  Southworth,  Middleboro' ;  Isaac \nCushman,  Plympton ;  Ehsha  Bisby,  Pembioke ;  Edward  Shove, \nDighton ;  William  Stone,  Norton.  There  were  forty-eight  in  the \naflSrmative. \n\nAccording  to  Pemberton's  Massachusetts  Chronicle, —  a  manuscript \nof  great  value,  in  the  library  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society, — \nin  an  article  regardingf  the  odious  Writs  of  Assistance  to  the  officers  of \nthe  customs,  it  is  stated  that  the  power  of  the  Court  of  Exclie(|uer  had \nnever  been  exercised  by  the  Superior  Court,  for  a  period  of  about \nsixty  years  after  the  act  of  this  province  investing  them  with  such \npower  had  been  in  force.  The  writ,  which  was  the  first  instance  of \ntheir  exercising  that  poAver  now  granted,  was  never  requested ;  or,  if \nsolicited,  was  constantly  denied  for  this  long  course  of  years,  until \nCharles  Paxton,  Esq.,  the  Commissioner  of  the  Revenue,  apphed  for  it \nin  1754.  It  was  granted  .by  the  court  in  1756,  sub  sileniio,  and \ncontinued  until  the  demise  of  George  the  Second. \n\n\nTHE   MASSACRE.  3 \n\nThe  first  clarion  notes  that  aroused  to  independence  were  sounded \nby  the  patriotic  James  Otis,  in  the  February  term  of  1761,  of  the \nSuperior  Court,  in  the  council-chamber  of  the  town-house,  where  he \ndelivered  an  eloquent  argument  in  opposition  to  the  arbitrary  Writs  of \nAssistance.  The  elder  Adams  said  that  Otis  \"burst  forth  as  with  a \nflame  of  fire,  and  every  man  was  made  ready  to  take  arms  against  it.\" \nThe  name  of  Liberty-tree  owes  its  origin  to  a  popular  gathering  under \nits  branches,  Aug.  14,  1765,  expressive  of  indignation  at  revenue \noppressions.  The  event,  however,  which  most  eilectually  inflamed \npopular  wrath,  was  that  of  the  fifth  of  March,  1770,  when  five  citi- \nzens were  killed  in  King-street  by  regulars  of  the  standing  army. \nThe  people  were  resolved  to  assert  their  rights,  though  rivers  of  blood \nrolled  down  that  street.  The  patriotic  Lathrop,  of  the  Second \nChurch,  delivered  a  warm  sermon  on  the  Sabbath  after  the  event ;  and \nin  another,  in  1778,  said,  \"The  inhabitants  of  these  States  nmst  have \nbeen  justified  by  the  impartial  world,  had  they  resolved,  from  that \nmoment,  never  to  sufier  one  in  the  livery  of  George  the  Third  to  walk \nthis  ground.\" \n\nThe  immediate  origin  of  the  massacre  was  an  attack  of  a  mob  on \nthe  sentinel  who  was  stationed  before  the  custom-house  at  the  corner \nof  Royal  Exchange  Lane,  Avhere  the  king's  treasure  was  deposited. \nThe  regular  loaded  his  gun,  and  retreated  up  the  steps  as  far  as  he \ncould,  and  often  shouted  for  protection.  A  corporal  and  six  privates \nof  the  main  guard,  stationed  near  the  head  of  King-street,  directly \nopposite  the  door  on  the  south  side  of  the  town-house,  were  sent \nto  his  relief,  who,  after  being  grossly  insulted  and  attacked,  fired  upon \nthe  crowd.  Three  men  were  instantly  killed,  five  men  were  danger- \nously wounded,  and  several  slightly  injured. \n\nThe  most  exciting  causes  which  urged  to  a  decided  disaffection  in \nthe  people  of  Boston  towards  the  mother  country  may  bo  traced  to \nthe  circumstances  related  in  the  narrative  of  the  town,  published \nshortly  after  the  massacre.  While  the  town  was  surrounded  by \nBritish  ships  of  war,  two  regiments  landed,  Oct.  1,  1768,  and  took \npossession  of  it ;  and,  to  support  these,  two  other  regiments  arrived, \nsome  time  after,  from  Ireland,  one  of  which  landed  at  Castle  Island, \nand  the  other  in  the  town.  They  were  forced  upon  the  people  con- \ntrary to  the  spirit  of  the  Magna  Charta, — contrary  to  the  very  letter \nof  the  bill  of  rights,  in  which  it  is  declared  that  the  raising  or  keeping \na  standing  army  within  the  kingdom  in  time  of  peace,  unless  it  be \n\n\n4  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwith  the  consent  of  Parhament,  is  against  law, — and  without  the  desire \nof  the  civil  magistrates,  to  aid  whom  was  the  pretence  for  sending  the \ntroops  hither.  The  conduct  of  this  military  force  in  Boston  was \nhighly  aggravating.  Gov.  Bernard,  without  consulting  the  Council, \nhaving  given  up  the  state-house  to  the  troops  at  their  landing,  they \ntook  possession  of  the  chambers  where  the  representatives  of  the \nprovince  and  the  courts  of  law  held  their  meetings,  and  (except  the \ncouncil-chamber)  of  all  other  parts  of  that  house,  in  which  they  con- \ntinued a  considerable  time,  to  the  great  annoyance  of  those  courts \nwhile  they  sat,  and  of  the  merchants  and  gentlemen  of  the  town,  who \nhad  always  used  its  lower  floor  as  their  exchange.  They  had  a  right \nso  to  do,  as  the  property  of  it  was  in  the  town ;  but  they  were  deprived \nof  that  right  by  mere  power.  The  governor,  soon  after,  by  every \nstratagem,  and  by  every  method  but  a  forcible  entry,  endeavored  to \nobtain  possession  of  the  manufactory  house,  to  make  a  barrack  of  it \nfor  the  troops ;  and  for  that  purpose  caused  it  to  be  besieged  by  the \ntroops,  and  the  people  in  it  to  be  used  with  severity,  which  created \nuniversal  uneasiness,  arising  from  the  apprehension  that  the  troops, \nunder  the  influence  of  such  a  man,  would  be  employed  to  efiect  the \nmost  dangerous  purposes ;  but,  failing  of  that,  other  houses  were  pro- \ncured, in  which,  contrary  to  act  of  Parliament,  he  caused  the  troops \nto  be  (juartered.  After  their  quarters  were  settled,  the  main  guard \nAvas  posted  at  one  of  the  said  houses,  directly  opposite  the  state-house, \nand  not  twelve  yards  distant,  where  the  General  Court  and  all  the  law \ncourts  were  held,  with  two  field-pieces  pointed  to  the  state-house. \nThis  situation  of  the  main  guard  and  field-pieces  seemed  to  indicate \nan  attack  upon  the  constitution,  and  a  defiance  of  the  law,  and  to  be \nintended  to  affi'ont  the  legislative  and  executive  authority  of  the  prov- \nince. \n\nWhen  the  Superior  Court  met  at  the  state-house,  Nov.  1,  1769, \na  motion  was  made  by  James  Otis,  Esq.,  one  of  the  bar,  that  the \ncourt  Avould  adjourn  to  Faneuil  Hall,  not  only  as  the  stench  occasioned \nby  the  regulars  in  the  representatives'  chamber  may  prove  infectious, \nbut  as  it  was  derogatory  to  the  honor  of  the  court  to  administer  justice \nat  the  mouths  of  cannon  and  the  points  of  bayonets. \n\nIn  a  new  hberty  song  at  this  period,  it  was  sung, —  tune  \"Kule \nBritannia,\"  — \n\n\"  No  haughty  Bernard,  swoln  with  pride, \nShall  e'er  fair  Freedom's  sous  subdue  ; \n\n\nTHE   MASSACRE.  5 \n\nThe  rights  old  Britain  —  old  Britain  once  denied, \n\nWe  bravely  purchased  in  the  new. \nGuard,  Americans  !  Americans,  guard  your  land  ! \nAnd  spurn  a  tyrant's  iron  band  !  \" \n\nA  particular  relation  of  the  occasion  of  the  event  which  occurred \non  the  massacre  thus  appears  in  the  narrative  already  gleaned.  It \nwas  probably  from  the  hand  of  James  Bowdoin,  chairman  of  the  town's \ncommittee.  \"A  difference  having  happened  near  Mr.  Gray's  rope- \nwalk,  between  a  soldier  and  a  man  belonging  to  it,  the  sokher  chal- \nlenged the  ropemakers  to  a  boxing  match.  The  challenge  was \naccepted  by  one  of  them,  and  the  soldier  worsted.  He  ran  to  the \nbarrack  in  the  neighborhood,  and  returned  with  several  of  his  com- \npanions. The  fray  was  renewed,  and  the  soldiers  were  driven  oflf. \nThey  soon  returned,  with  recruits,  and  were  again  worsted.  This \nhappened  several  times,  till  at  length  a  considerable  body  of  soldiers \nwas  collected,  and  they  also  were  driven  off,  the  ropemakers  having \nbeen  joined  by  their  brethren  of  the  contiguous  ropewalks.  By  this \ntime,  Mr.  Gray,  being  alarmed,  interposed,  and,  with  the  assistance  of \nsome  gentlemen,  prevented  any  further  disturbance.  To  satisfy  the \nsoldiers,  and  punish  the  man  who  had  been  the  occasion  of  the  first \ndifference,  and  as  an  example  to  the  rest,  he  turned  him  out  of  his \nservice,  and  waited  on  Col.  Dalrymple,  the  commanding  officer  of  the \ntroops,  and  with  him  concerted  measures  for  preventing  further  mis- \nchief Though  this  affair  ended  thus,  it  made  a  strong  impression  on \nthe  minds  of  the  soldiers  in  general,  who  thought  the  honor  of  the \nregiment  concerned  to  revenge  those  repeated  repulses.  For  this \npurpose,  they  seem  to  have  formed  a  combination  to  commit  some  out- \nrage upon  the  inhabitants  of  the  town  indiscriminately ;  and  this  was \nto  be  done  on  the  evening  of  the  fifth  of  March,  or  soon  after.\" \nAppended  to  this  relation  of  the  town,  are  the  depositions  of  ninety- \nsix  witnesses,  clearly  unfolding  the  circumstances  of  the  massacre. \nThe  minute  evidence  in  the  case  advanced  at  the  trials  of  the  regulars \ninvolved  in  this  event  is,  moreover,  of  greater  importance  than  the \ntown  depositions,  and  a  perpetual  evidence  of  the  bh^hting  curse  of \nstanding  armies. \n\nThe  most  interesting  statement  that  we  find  of  this  memorable  mas- \nsacre, yet  conflicting  with  that  of  the  town,  is  gathered  from  the  work \nof  a  British  author,  entitled  \"  The  History  of  the  American  War. \n1* \n\n\n6  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   OBATOES. \n\netc.,  by  C.  Stedman,\"  wlio  served  under  Sir  William  Howe,  wliich  is \nas  follows : \n\n\"  On  the  evening  of  the  fifth  of  March,  the  same  day  on  which \nthe  British  minister.  Lord  North,  moved  his  resolutions  in  the  House \nof  Commons  for  discontinuing  the  American  duties,  a  quarrel  arose  at \nBoston  between  two  or  three  young  men  of  the  town  and  as  many \nsoldiers,  at  or  near  their  barracks.     From  words,  they  proceeded  to \nblows ;  and  the  soldiers,  having  vanquished  their  opponents,  were  seen \npursuing  them  through  the  streets.     The  alarm  to  the  populace  was \ngiven  by  ringing  the  bells  of  the  churches,  and  the  people  of  the  town, \nassembling  in  great  numbers  at  the  custom-house,  began  to  crowd \naround  the  sentinel  who  was  posted  there,  and  not  only  insulted  him, \nbut  threatened  his  hfe.     Captain  Preston,  the  officer  on  duty  for  the \nday,  who  had  by  this  time  received  information  of  the  tumult,  pro- \nceeded immediately  to  the  main  guard,  and  hearing  that  the  sentinel \nplaced  at  the  custom-house  might  be  in  danger,  sent  a  party,  under  the \ncommand  of  a  sergeant,  to  protect  the  one  and  secure  the  other ;  and, \nfrom  greater  precaution,  soon  afterwards  followed,  and  took  command \nof  the  party  himself     He  endeavored  to  prevail  upon  the  people  to \ndisperse,  but  in  vain.     The  mob  soon  became  more  riotous,  not  only \nreviling  the  soldiers  with  abusive  language,  but  throwing  stones  at \nthem,  and  whatever  else  came  in  their  way.     One  of  the   soldiers \nreceived  a  blow  from  something  that  was  thrown,  and  levelled  his \nmusket ;  the  officer,  stretching  out  his  arm  to  prevent  the  soldier  from \nfiring,  Avas  struck  Avith  a  club,  and  the  musket  was  discharged.     The \nattack  from  the  mob  became  more  violent,  and  the  rest  of  the  soldiers, \nfollowing  the  example  of  their  comrades,  discharged  their  pieces  singly \nand  in  a  scattered  manner,  by  Avhich  four  of  the  populace  were  killed, \nand   several   others   wounded.      They  were   intimidated,   and   for   a \nmoment  fled ;  but,  soon  afterwards  collecting,  took  their  station  in  an \nadjoining  street.     The  drums  beat  to  arms,  the  rest  of  the  troops \nwere  assembled,  and  the  whole  town  was  in  the  utmost  confusion.     A \ntown-meeting  was  held,  and  a  deputation  was  sent  to  the  governor, \nrequesting  him  to  remove  the  troops  from  the  town.     The  governor \ncalled  together  the  Council,  and  the  Council  giving  it  as  their  opinion \nthat   the   removal  of  the   troops   from   the   town  would  be  for  his \nmajesty's  service,  the  commanding  officer  promised  to  comply  with \ntheir  advice.     Capt.  Preston  surrendered  himself  for  trial,  and  the \nsoldiers  under  his  command  at  the   custom-house  were  taken  into \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  7 \n\ncustody ;  the  mob  dispersed,  and  the  following  day  the  troops  were \nremoved  to  Castle  William. \n\nIn  the  Diary  of  John  Adams,  it  is  recorded  as  follows: — \"The \nevening  of  the  fifth  of  March  I  spent  at  Mr.  Henderson  Inches' \nhouse,  at  the  south  end  of  Boston,  in  company  with  a  club,  with  whom \nI  had  been  associated  for  several  years.  About  nine  o'clock  we  were \nalarmed  with  the  ringing  of  bells,  and  supposing  it  to  be  the  signal \nof  fire,  we  snatched  our  hats  and  cloaks,  broke  up  the  club,  and \nwent  out  to  assist  in  quenching  the  fire,  or  aiding  our  friends  who \nmif^ht  be  in  dansrer.  In  the  street  we  were  informed  that  the  British \nsoldiers  had  fired  on  the  inhabitants,  killed  some  and  wounded  others, \nnear  the  town- house.  A  crowd  of  people  were  flowing  down  the  street \nto  the  scene  of  action.  When  we  arrived,  we  saw  nothing  but  some \nfield-pieces  before  the  south  door  of  the  town-house,  and  some  engi- \nneers and  grenadiers  drawn  up  to  protect  them.  Mrs.  Adams  was \nthen  in  circumstances  to  make  me  apprehensive  of  the  effect  of  the \nsurpiise  upon  her,  who  was  alone,  excepting  her  maids  and  a  boy,  in \nthe  house.  Having,  therefore,  surveyed  round  the  house,  and  seeing \nall  quiet,  I  walked  down  Boylston-alley,  into  Brattle-square,  where  a \ncompany  or  two  of  regular  soldiers  were  drawn  up  in  front  of  Dr. \nCooper's  old  church,  with  their  muskets  shouldered,  and  their  bayonets \nall  fixed.  I  had  no  other  way  to  proceed  but  along  the  whole  front, \nin  ji  very  narrow  space  wliich  they  had  left  for  foot-passengers.  Pur- \nsuing my  way  without  taking  the  least  notice  of  them,  or  they  of  me, \nany  more  than  if  they  had  been  marble  statues,  I  went  directly  home \nto  Cole-lane.\" \n\nWe  will  relate  particulars  of  the  town-meeting.  The  excited  Bos* \ntonians,  overwhelmed  with  indignation  at  the  outrage  of  the  British \nregulars,  on  the  very  next  day,  as  with  one  tread,  repaired  to  the \nCradle  of  Liberty.  The  town  record  of  that  day  states  that  the \nselectmen  not  being  present,  and  the  inhabitants  being  informed  that \nthey  were  at  the  council-chamber,  it  was  voted  that  Mr.  Wilham \nGreenleaf  be  desired  to  proceed  there,  and  acquaint  the  selectmen  that \nthe  inhabitants  desire  and  expect  their  attendance  at  the  hall.  The \ntown-clerk,  William  Cooper,  presided  at  this  meeting  in  the  interim. \nThe  selectmen  forthwith  attended,  and  it  was  voted  that  constable \nLindsey  George  Wallace  wait  on  Rev.  Dr.  Cooper,  and  acquaint  him \nthat  the  inhabitants  desire  him  to  open  the  meeting  with  prayer. \nHon.  Thomas  Gushing  was  chosen  moderator,  by  hand  vote. \n\n\n8  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nThe  first  object  of  this  democratic  assembly,  in  defiance  of  British \ncontrol,  -was  to  hsten  to  relations  of  the  people  respecting  the  massacre \nof  last  night ;  and,  that  the  same  might  be  recorded  by  the  town-clerk, \nthey  were  requested  to  give  written  statements.  The  persons  that \nappeared  to  give  information  relative  to  the  conduct  of  the  soldiers  v \nbeing  many,  it  was  inconvenient  to  receive  them  all  at  that  meeting, \nand  William  Greenleaf,  William  Wliitwell  and  Samuel  Whitwell,  were \nappointed  to  take  the  depositions  offered  regarding  the  conduct  of  the \nregulars. \n\nThe  statements  of  four  persons  at  this  meeting  are  on  the  town'  _ \nrecords  in  substance  as  follows :  —  \"  Mr.  John  S.  Copley  related  that \nMr.  Pelham  and  his  wife,  and  some  persons  of  Mr.  Samuel  Winthrop's \nfamily,  heard  a  soldier  say,  after  the  firing  on  the  last  night,  that  the \ndevil  might  give  quarters — be  should  give  them  none.\"  Here  we \nwill  cease  a  moment  to  relate  further  testimony,  in  order  to  make \nallusions  to  John  Singleton  Copley,  who  was  the  most  eminent \npainter  of  his  day  in  Boston,  a  pupil  of  Smibei-t,  and  memorable  for \nhis  portraits  of  Hancock  and  Warren,  and  for  the  paintings  of  the \ndeath  of  Chatham,  and  the  siege  of  Gibraltar.  The  associations  that \ntwine  around  his  name  are  of  peculiar  interest  to  the  people  of  Boston, \nwhere  he  was  born,  in  1738.  The  Mr.  Pelham  to  whom  he  alludes  is \nsupposed  to  have  been  one  Peter  Pelham,  a  writing  and  dancing \nmaster,  whose  wife  Mary  was  the  widow  of  Ptichard  Copley,  a  tobac- \nconist, his  probable  father.  Mr.  Copley  married  a  daughter  of \nKichard  Clarke,  one  of  the  consignees  of  the  tea  destroyed  in  1773, \nby  whom  his  son  John  S.,  born  in  Boston,  May  21,  1772,  known  as \nLord  Lyndhurst,  became  Lord  Chancellor  of  England.  Gardiner \nGreene,  the  late  millionaire,  of  Boston,  married  his  daughter  Eliza- \nbeth. He  was  one  of  the  addressers  to  Gov.  Hutchinson  in  1774, \nand  departed  for  London  in  June  of  that  year,  where  he  died,  Septem- \nber 25,  1815.  Copley's  Pasture  extended  down  Beacon,  from  Walnut \nstreet  to  the  water,  and  over  Chestnut  and  Mount  Yernon  streets. \nHis  residence  was  on  the  present  location  of  David  Sears'  man- \nsion. \n\nWe  will  now  return  to  the  town-meeting.  The  next  relation  was \nthat  of  John  Scott,  who  reported  that  a  lad  of  Mv.  Pierpont  had  said \nat  Mr.  Chardon's,  that  a  soldier  was  heard  to  say  his  officer  had \nacquainted  them  that  if  they  went  abroad  at  night,  they  should  go \narmed  and  in  companies.     Mr.  Pierpont  stated  that  before  the  firing \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  9 \n\non  the  last  night,  he  had  disarmed  a  soldier  who,  had  struck  down  one \nof  the  inhabitants.  Mr.  Pool  Spear  related  that  last  week  he  heard \none  Kilson,  a  soldier  of  O'Hara's  company,  say  that  he  did  not  know \nwhat  the  inhabitants  were  after,  for  they  had  broken  the  windows  of  an \nofficer,  one  Nathaniel  Rogers,  but  they  had  a  scheme  which  would \nsoon  put  a  stop  to  our  procedure ;  that  parties  of  soldiers  were  ordered \nwith  pistols  in  their  pockets,  and  to  fire  upon  those  who  should  assault \nsaid  house  again  ;  and  that  ten  pounds  sterling  was  to  be  given  as  a \nreward  for  their  kilHng  one  of  those  persons,  and  fifty  pounds  sterling \nfor  a  prisoner. \n\nA  committee  of  fifteen  was  appointed  to  inform  Lieut.  Gov.  Hutch- \ninson that  it  is  the  unanimous  opinion  of  this  meeting  that  the  inhab- \nitants and  soldiers  can  no  longer  dwell  together  in  safety  1  that  nothing \ncan  restore  the  peace  of  the  town,  and  prevent  blood  and  carnage,  but \nthe  immediate  removal  of  the  troops.  The  hall  was  crowded  to  excess, \nand  adjourned  to  the  Old  South,  to  meet  in  the  afternoon.  Originally, \nFaneuil  Hall  could  accommodate  one  thousand  persons  only.  It  was \nbuilt  of  brick,  two  stories  in  height,  and  measured  one  hundred  feet \nby  forty.  The  offices  of  the  town  were  established  there,  of  the  naval \noffice,  and  of  the  notary  public ;  and  underneath  was  the  market-house, \nused  for  that  purpose  until  Aug.  26,  1826,  on  the  erection  of  the \nsplendid  Quincy  Market-house. \n\nWe  will  digress  hero  to  exhibit  the  prejudiced  and  slanderous  opinion \nof  the  character  of  the  Coopers,  advanced  in  the  London  I'olitical  Reg- \nister for  1780:  —  \"  William  Cooper  was  formerly  town-clerk  of  Boston, \nand  is  gne  of  the  great  knaves  and  most  inveterate  rebels  in  Ncav  Eng- \nland. He  is  a  very  hot-headed  man,  and  constantly  urged  the  most \nviolent  measures.  He  was  prompted  secretly  by  his  brother,  the \nRev.  Samuel  Cooper,  who,  though  a  minister  of  peace,  and  to  all  out- \nward appearance  a  meek  and  heavenly  man,  yet  was  one  of  the  chief \ninstruments  in  stirring  up  the  people  to  take  arms.  Hancock,  and \nmany  leaders  of  the  rebellion,  were  his  parishioners.  When  the  Boston \nrioters  made  their  concerted  attack  on  the  custom-house  to  plunder  the \nmoney-chest,  March,  1770,  the  bell  of  this  reverend  rogue's  church  was \nthe  signal  which  summoned  them  to  the  assault.\"  This  pastor  of \nErattle-street  church,  ever  noted  as  the  silver-tongued  orator,  was \nof  such  remarkable  popularity,  that  the  aisles  of  the  church  would  be \nthronged  with  eager  listeners,  and  he  was  a  favorite  of  royalists  and \nrebels.     William  Cooper  had  rendered  himself  specially  obnoxious  to \n\n\n10  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  royalists  by  his  Journal  of  Occurrences  from  the  time  of  the \narrival  of  the  regulars  to  the  year  1770;  published  in  the  Boston \nGazette. \n\nThe  following  effusion,  characterizing  the  Boston  clergy  of  1770. \nascribed  to  John  Fenno,  keeper  of  the  granary,  and  to  Joseph  Green, \nhas  long  been  famous.  It  was  probably  written  by  more  than  one \nhand : — \n\nThe  Matlier  race  will  ne'er  disgrace \n\nTheir  ancient  pedigree,  - \n\nAnd  Charles  Old  Brick,'  if  well  or  sick, \n\nAVill  cry  for  Liberty. \nThere  's  puffing  Pemb,-  who  does  contenm \n\nAll  Liberty's  noble  sons  ; \nAnd  Andrew  Sly  ,3  who  oft  draws  nigh \n\nTo  Tommy  Skin  and  Bones.^ \nIn  Brattle  Street  we  seldom  meet \n\nAVith  silver-tongued  Sam,* \n\"Who  gently  glides  between  both  sides, \n\nAnd  thus  escapes  a  jam. \nLittle  Hopper,^  when  he  thinks  proper. \n\nIn  Liberty's  cause  is  bold  ; \nAnd  John  Old  North,^  though  little  worth. \n\nWon't  sacrifice  to  gold. \nPenuel  PufF^  is  hearty  enough, \n\nAnd  so  is  Simeon  Howard  ; \nAnd  Long  Lane  Teague'  will  join  the  league, \n\nHe  never  was  a  coward. \nTrout's'\"  Sunday  aim  is  to  reclaim \n\nThose  that  in  sin  are  sunk  ; \nWhen  Monday  comes  he  stills  them  rum,  • \n\nAnd  gets  them  woful  drunk. \nThere  's  punning  Byles  provokes  our  smiles, \n\nA  man  of  stately  parts  ; \nHe  visits  folk  to  crack  his  jokes , \n\nWhich  never  mend  their  hearts. \nWith  strutting  gait,  and  wig  so  great, \n\nHe  walks  along  the  streets, \nAnd  throws  out  wit,  or  wliat  's  like  it, \n\nTo  every  one  he  meets. \n\nWe  will  further  quote  the  Political  Register,  for  the  allusions  to \nthe  moderator  of  this  meeting:  —  \"Among  the  rebels  in  Massachu- \n\n\n'  Chauncy.     ^  Pemberton.    3  Eliot.      *  Gov.  Hutchiiwon.     =  Cooper.     « Stillmaj). \n'  Lathrop.    *  Bowen.    *  Moorhead.     '\"  Troutbee. \n\n\nTHE   MASSACRE.  11 \n\nsetts  there  are  many  jealousies.  The  staunch  republicans  have  placed \nJohn  Hancock  and  Tommy  Gushing  at  the  head  of  their  state, —  the \nfirst  as  governor,  the  second  as  lieutenant-governor, —  chosen  since  the \nrebellion  commenced.  Bowdoin,  who  had  been  at  the  head  of  their \naffairs  for  these  last  five  years,  as  president  of  the  Council,  was  a  candi- \ndate for  the  governorship  in  opposition  to  Hancock,  but  lost  it  by  a \ngreat  majority ;  he  was  then  ofiered  the  place  of  lieutenant-governor, \nbut  refused  it  on  a  pretence  of  ill  health ;  that  place  was  then  ofiered \nto  Warren,  of  Plymouth,  who  also  declined  it :  at  length,  that  the \nplace  might  not  go  a-begging  any  longer,  they  offered  it  to  Cush \ning,  who  they  were  sure  would  not  refuse  it.\"  We  have  praise \nenough  for  Thomas  Gushing,  to  say  of  him,  in  the  language  of  John \nAdams  in  1765,  that  he  was  \"steady  and  constant,  busy  in  the  inter- \nest of  liberty  and  the  opposition,  famed  for  secrecy  and  his  talent  in \nprocuring  intelligence ;  \"  indeed,  he  was  the  chief  operator  in  the \nunder  current  of  liberty. \n\nWe  gather  from  Tudor's  Life  of  James  Otis  this  graphic  statement \nof  the  meeting  of  the  Gouncil:  —  \"The  lieutenant-governor  Hutchin- \nson convened  the  Gouncil :  a  town-meeting  was  held  March  6,  and \nadjourned  to  the  Old  South  Ghurch,  because  Faneuil  Hall  could  con- \ntain only  a  part  of  the  multitude  that  assembled.  The  British \nsoldiers  were  all  kept  in  readiness  at  their  quarters,  and  all  the  militia \nof  the  town  were  called  out.  Every  brow  was  anxious,  every  heart \nresolute.  A  vote  of  the  town  was  passed  that  '  it  should  be  evac- \nuated by  the  soldiers,  at  all  hazards.'  A  committee  was  appointed  to \nwait  on  the  lieutenant-governor,  to  make  this  demand.  Samuel \nAdams  was  the  chairman  of  this  committee,  and  discharged  its  duties \nwith  an  ability  commensurate  to  the  occasion.  Colonel  Dalrymple  Avas \nby  the  side  of  Hutchinson,  who,  at  the  head  of  the  Gouncil,  received  the \ndelegation.  He  at  first  denied  that  he  had  the  power  to  grant  the \nrequest.  Adams  plainly,  in  few  words,  proved  to  him  that  he  had  the \npower  by  the  charter.  Hutchinson  then  consulted  with  Dalrymple  in \na  whisper,  the  result  of  which  was  an  ofier  to  remove  one  of  the \nregiments.  At  this  critical  moment,  Adams  showed  the  most  noble \npresence  of  mind.  The  military  and  civil  officers  were  in  reality \nabashed  before  this  plain  committee  of  a  democratic  assembly.  They \nknew  the  imminent  danger  that  impended ;  the  very  air  was  filled  with \nthe  breathings  of  compressed  indignation.  They  shrunk,  fortunately \nshrunk,  from  all  the  arrogance  which  they  had  hitherto  maintained. \n\n\n12  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nTheir  reliance  on  a  standing  army  faltered  before  the  undaunted,  irre- \nsistible resolution  of  free  unarmed  citizens;  and  when  the  orator, \nseeming  not  to  represent,  but  to  personify,  the  universal  feeling  and \nopinion,  with  unhesitating  promptness  and  dignified  firmness  replied, \n'  If  the  lieutenant-governor  or  Colonel  Dalrymple,  or  both  together, \nhave  authority  to  remove  one  regiment,  they  have  authority  to  remove \ntwo ;  and  nothing  short  of  the  total  evacuation  of  the  town  by  all  the \nregular  troops  will  satisfy  the  public  mind,  or  preserve  the  peace  of \nthis  province,'  the  desired  effect  was  produced.  The  commanding  offi-* \ncer  pledged  his  honor  that  the  troops  should  leave  the  town,  and  it \nwas  immediately  evacuated.\"  It  is  related  that  when  Lord  North \nwas  informed  of  this  remarkable  instance  of  the  dignified  energy  of \nthe  town's  chairman,  he  called  the  regulars  Samuel  Adams'  two  regi- \nments, in  a  tone  of  contempt.  Hutchinson,  who  was  of  a  cowardly \nspirit  of  ambition,  had  declared  publicly  that  he  had  no  authority  over \nthe  king's  troops ;  that  the  military  force  had  no  separate  command, \nand  he  could  do  nothing  without  Dalrymple;  moreover,  Brigadier \nRuggles,  the  commander-in-chief  of  the  Massachusetts  troops,  was \nunder  the  command  of  a  British  ensign  for  an  entire  campaign. \n\nSamuel  Adams  was  one  of  the  most  remarkable  men  of  the  Revolu- \ntion, and  we  cannot  resist  the  pleasure  of  citing  the  opinion  of  his \ncharacter  from  the  hand  of  Thomas  Jefierson,  the  clearest  and  best \ncompressed  conception  of  this  dauntless  patriot  ever  written :  — \n\"I  can  say  that  he  was  truly  a  great  man, — wise  in  council,  fer- \ntile in  resources,  immovable  in  his  purposes, — and  had,  I  think,  a \ngreater  share  than  any  other  member  in  advising  and  directing  our \nmeasures  in  the  northern  war.  As  a  speaker,  he  could  not  be  com- \npared with  his  living  colleague  and  namesake,  whose  deep  conceptions, \nnervous  style,  and  undaunted  firmness,  made  him  traly  our  bulwark \nin  debate.  But  Mr.  Samuel  Adams,  although  not  of  fluent  elocution, \nwas  so  rigorously  logical,  so  clear  in  his  views,  abundant  in  good  sense, \nand  master  always  of  his  subject,  that  he  commanded  the  most  pro- \nfound attention  whenever  he  rose  in  an  assembly  by  which  the  froth \nof  declamation  was  heard  with  sovereign  contempt.\" \n\nSamuel  Adams  was  emphatically  the  man  of  the  people ;  and  the \neditor,  who  has  had  conversation  with  his  namesake,  the  ancient  town- \ncrier,  now  ninety-two  years  of  age  and  with  clear  memory,  was \ninformed  that  Adams  once  remarked  to  him,  —  \"We,  the  people,  are \nlike  hens  laying  eggs ;  when  they  hatch,  you  must  take  care  of  the \n\n\nTHE  MASSACKE.  18 \n\nchickens.  You  are  a  young  man,  Samuel,  and  as  you  gi'ow  old,  you \nmust  abide  by  our  proceedings.\"  At  another  time,  our  political  patri- \narch observed  to  him, —  \"It  is  often  stated  that  I  am  at  the  head  of \nthe  Revolution,  whereas  a  few  of  us  merely  lead  the  vray  as  the  people \nfollow,  and  we  can  go  no  further  than  we  are  backed  up  by  them ;  for, \nif  we  attempt  to  advance  any  further,  we  make  no  progress,  and  may \nlose  our  labor  in  defeat.\"  Samuel  Adams  was  ever  at  the  head  of \nBoston  deputations  before  the  Revolution,  and  conducted  the  corre- \nspondence with  patriots  in  remote  places  ;  or,  to  adopt  the  language  of \nthe  venerable  town-crier,  \"  Samuel  Adams  did  the  writing,  and  John \nHancock  paid  the  postage.\" \n\nIn  order  to  effect  a  more  clear  apprehension  of  the  indignation  of \nthe  Bostonians  at  this  appalling  crisis,  and  in  justice  to  Lieutenant-gov- \nernor Hutchinson,  who  descends  to  a  relation  of  full  particulars  of  the \nimmediate  occurrences  succeeding  the  massacre,  in  his  History  of  Mas- \nsachusetts Bay,  we  glean  at  large  his  statements ;  and  the  reader,  in \nobserving  discrepancies  between  his  relation  and  that  of  the  revolu- \ntionists, will  bear  in  mind  that  Hutchinson  was  a  minion  of  the  throne, \ndesirous  to  assert  British  control.  He  writes  in  the  third  person, \nstating  that  two  or  three  of  the  men  who  had  seen  the  action  ran  to \nthe  lieutenant-governor's  house,  which  was  about  half  a  mile  distant \nin  Garden-court,  near  North-square,  and  begged  for  God's  sake \nhe  would  go  to  King-street,  where,  they  feared,  a  general  action \nwould  come  on  between  the  troops  and  the  inhabitants.  \"  He  went \nimmediately,  and,  to  satisfy  the  people,  called  for  Capt.  Preston,  and \ninc^uired  why  he  fired  upon  the  inhabitants  without  the  direction  of  a \ncivil  magistrate.  The  noise  was  so  great  that  his  answer  could  not \nbe  understood,  and  some,  who  were  apprehensive  of  the  lieutenant- \ngovernor's  danger,  from  the  general  confusion,  called  out,  '  The  town- \nhouse  !  the  town-house  ! '  and,  with  irresistible  violence,  he  was  forced \nup  by  the  crowd  into  the  council-chamber.  There,  demand  was  imme- \ndiately made  of  him  to  order  the  troops  to  withdraw  from  the  town- \nhouse  to  their  barracks.  He  refused  to  comply ;  and,  calling  from \nthe  balcony  to  the  great  body  of  the  people  which  remained  in  the \nstreet,  he  expressed  his  great  concern  at  the  unhappy  event,  assured \nthen:  he  would  do  everything  in  his  power  in  order  to  a  full  and  impar- \ntial inquiry,  that  the  law  might  have  its  course,  and  advised  them  to \ngo  peaceably  to  their  several  homes.  Upon  this,  there  was  a  cry, \n'  Home !  home  ! '  and  a  great  part  separated  and  went  home.  He  then \n2 \n\n\n14  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nsignified  his  opinion  to  Lieut.  Col.  Carr,  that  if  the  companies  in  arms \n■were  ordered  to  their  barracks,  the  streets  would  be  cleared  and  the \ntown  in  quiet  for  that  night.  Upon  their  retiring,  the  rest  of  the \ninhabitants,  except  those  of  the  council-chamber,  retired  also.\" \n\nThe  elegant  mansion  of  Gov.  Hutchinson  stood  on  Garden-court, \nadjoining  that  of  Sir  Henry  Franklyn,  in  the  rear  of  which  was  a \nbeautiful  garden  extending  to  Hanover  and  on  Fleet  street.  It  was \nerected  of  brick,  painted  in  stone  color.  The  capital  of  a  Corinthian \npilaster,  of  Avhich  there  were  six  worked  into  the  wall  of  this  edifice, \nis  deposited  in  the  Historical  Library.  The  croAvn  of  Britain  sur- \nmounted each  window.  The  hall  of  entrance  displayed  a  spacious \narch,  from  the  roof  of  which  a  dimly-lighted  lamp  gave  a  rich  twilight \nview.  The  finely  carved  and  gilded  arch,  in  massy  magnificence, \nwas  most  tastefully  ornamented  with  busts  and  statues,  says  Mrs. \nChild,  in  the  Rebels,  who  visited  the  structure  when  it  was  occupied  by \nWilliam  Little,  Esq.  The  light  'streamed  full  on  the  soul-beaming \ncountenance  of  Cicero,  and  playfully  flickered  on  the  broAv  of  Tulliola, \nthe  tenderness  of  whose  diminutive  appellation  delightfully  associates \nthe  father  with  the  orator,  and  blends  intellectual  vigor  with  the  best \naffections  of  the  heart.  The  panelling  of  the  parlor  was  of  the  dark \nrichly-shaded  mahogany  of  St.  Domingo,  and  elaborately  ornamented. \nThe  busts  of  George  III.  and  his  queen  were  in  front  of  a  splendid \nmirror,  with  bronze  lamps  on  each  side,  covered  with  transparencies  of \nthe  destruction  of  the  Spanish  Armada  and  the  other  battle-ships  before \nthe  rock  of  Gibraltar.  Around  the  room  were  arches  surmounted  with \nthe  arms  of  England.  The  library  was  hung  with  canvas  tapestry, \nemblazoning  the  coronation  of  George  II.,  interspersed  with  the  royal \narms.  The  portraits  of  Anne  and  the  Georges  hung  in  massive \nframes  of  antique  splendor,  and  the  crowded  shelves  of  books  were  sur- \nmounted with  busts  of  the  house  of  Stuart.  In  the  centre  of  the \napartment  stood  a  table  of  polished  oak.  In  the  year  1832,  this \nbuilding  was  demolished  for  modern  changes. \n\nLieut.  Col.  Dalrymple,  at  the  desire  of  the  lieutenant-governor, \ncame  to  the  council-chamber,  while  several  justices  were  examining \npersons  who  were  present  at  the  transactions  of  the  evening.  From \nthe  evidence  of  several,  it  was  apparent  that  the  justices  would  commit \nCapt.  Preston,  if  taken.  Several  hours  passed  before  he  could  be \nfound,  and  the  people  suspected  that  he  would  not  run  the  hazard  of  a \ntrial ;  but,  at  length,  he  surrendered  himself  to  a  warrant  for  appre- \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  1 \n\n\nr \n\n\nbending  him,  and  having  been  examined,  -was  committed  to  prison. \nThe  next  morning,  the  soldiers  who  were  upon  guard  surrendered  also, \nand  were  committed.  This  was  not  sufficient  to  satisfy  the  people. \nand  early  in  the  forenoon  they  were  in  motion  again.  The  lieutenant- \ngovernor  caused  his  Council  to  be  summoned,  and  desired  the  two \nlieutenant-colonels  of  the  regiments  to  be  present.  The  selectmen  of \nBoston  were  waiting  the  lieutenant-governor's  coming  to  Council,  and \nbeing  admitted,  made  their  representation  that,  from  the  contentions \narising  from  the  troops  quartered  in  Boston,  and,  above  all,  from  the \ntragedy  of  the  last  night,  the  minds  of  the  inhabitants  were  exceedingly \ndisturbed ;  that  they  would  presently  be  assembled  in  a  town-meeting : \nand  that,  unless  the  troops  should  be  removed,  the  most  terrible  con- \nsequences were  to  be  expected.  The  justices,  also,  of  Boston  and \nseveral  of  the  neighboring  towns,  had  assembled,  and  desired  to  signify \ntheir  opinion  that  it  would  not  be  possible  to  keep  the  people  under \nrestraint,  if  the  troops  remained  in  town.  The  lieutenant-governor \nacquainted  both  the  selectmen  and  the  justices  that  he  had  no  author- \nity to  alter  the  place  of  destination  of  the  king's  troops;  that  he \nexpected  the  commanding  officers  of  the  two  regiments,  and  would  let \nthem  know  the  applications  which  had  been  made.  Presently  after  their \ncoming,  a  large  committee  from  the  town-meeting  presented  an  address \nor  message  to  the  lieutenant-governor,  declaring  it  to  be  the  unanimous \nopinion  of  the  meeting  that  nothing  can  rationally  be  expected  to \nrestore  the  peace  of  the  town,  \"and  prevent  blood  and  carnage,\"  but \nthe  withdrawal  of  the  troops.  The  committee  withdrew  into  another \nroom,  to  wait  for  an  answer.  Some  of  the  Council  urged  the  necessitv \nof  complying  with  the  people's  demand.  The  lieutenant-governor \nthereupon  declared  that  he  would  upon  no  consideration  whatever  give \norders  for  their  removal.  Lieut.  Col.  Dalrymple  then  signified  that, \nas  the  29th  regiment  had  originally  been  designed  to  be  placed  at  the \nCastle,  and  Avas  now  peculiarly  obnoxious  to  the  town,  he  was  content \nthat  it  should  be  removed  to  the  Castle  until  the  general's  pleasure \nshould  be  known.  Gen.  Gage  was  commander-in-chief  of  the  British \nforces  in  America.  The  committee  was  informed  of  this  offijr,  and  the \nlieutenant-governor  rose  from  the  Council,  intending  to  receive  no \nfurther  application  upon  the  subject ;  but  the  Council  prayed  that  he \nwould  meet  them  again  in  the  afternoon,  and  Col.  Dalrymple  desii'ing \nit  also,  he  complied.  Before  the  Council  met  again,  it  had  been  inti- \nmated to  them  that  the  \"desire\"  of  the  governor  and  Council  to  the \n\n\n16  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncommanding  officer  (Maj.  Gen.  Wm.  Keppel  was  colonel  of  the  British \nregiments  at  Boston  and  at  the  Castle)  to  remove  the  troops,  would \ncause  him  to  do  it,  though  he  should  receive  no  authoritative  \"  order.\" \nAs  soon  as  they  met,  a  committee  from  the  town-meeting  attended, \nwith  a  second  message,  to  acquaint  the  lieutenant-governor  that  it  was \nthe  unanimous  voice  of  the  people  assembled,  consisting,  as  they  said, \nof  near  three  thousand  persons,  that  nothing  less  than  a  total  and \nimmediate  removal  of  the  troops  would  satisfy  them.  Here  Hutchin- \nson adds,  in  a  note,  at  the  end  of  this  page,  as  follows :  —  \"The  chair- \nman of  the  committee,  in  conversation  with  Lieut.  Col.  Dalrymple, \nsaid  to  him,  that  if  he  could  remove  the  29th  regiment,  he  could \nremove  the  14th  also,  and  it  was  at  his  peril  to  refuse  it.  This  was  a \nstrong  expression  of  that  determined  spirit  which  animated  all  future \nmeasures.\" \n\nThe  Council,  continues  Hutchinson,  who  were  divided  in  the \nforenoon,  were  now  unanimous ;  and  each  of  them,  separately,  declared \nhis  opinion,  and  gave  his  reason  for  it ;  and  one  or  more  of  them \nobserved  to  the  lieutenant-governor  that  he  would  not  be  able  to  justify \na  refusal  to  comply  with  the  unanimous  advice  of  the  Council,  and \nthat  all  the  consequences  would  be  chargeable  upon  him  alone.  The \nsecretary  of  the  province,  Andrew  Oliver,  Esq.,  who  thought  differ- \nently in  the  morning,  the  two  lieutenant-colonels,  and  the  commander \nof  one  of  his  majesty's  ships  then  upon  the  station,  who  were  all \npresent  in  Council,  concurred  in  the  necessity  of  his  complying.  He \nhad  signified  his  own  opinion  that,  at  all  events,  the  governor  and \nCouncil  should  avoid  interfering  in  the  destination  of  the  troops,  and \nleave  it  to  the  commanding  officer ;  but  when  he  considered  that,  by \nthe  charter,  the  Council  was  constituted  for  advice  and  assistance  to \nhim, —  that  he  had  called  them  together  for  that  purpose, —  that  his \nstanding  out  alone  would  probably  bring  on  a  general  convulsion, \nwhich  the  unanimity  of  the  king's  servants  might  have  prevented, — \nhe  consented  to  signify  his  desire,  founded  upon  the  unanimous  opinion \nand  advice  of  the  Council,  that  the  troops  might  be  removed  to  the \nbarracks  in  the  Castle ;  at  the  same  time  disclaiming  all  authority  to \norder  their  removal. \n\nSome  of  the  officers  of  the  regiments  appeared,  the  next  day,  to  be \ngreatly  dissatisfied  with  being  compelled  by  the  people  to  leave  the  town \nso  disgracefully.  Expresses  were  sent  away  immediately  to  the  gen- \neral.    The  jealousy  that  the  general  would  forbid  the  removal  caused \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  17 \n\nfurther  measures  to  force  the  troops  from  the  town  before  there  could  be \nsufficient  time  for  his  answer.  Roxbury,  the  next  town  to  Boston, \nassembled,  and  sent  a  committee  of  their  principal  inhabitants  with  an \naddress  to  the  lieutenant-governor,  praying  him  to  interpose,  and  to \norder  the  immediate  removal  of  the  troops ;  but  he  refused  to  concern \nhimself  any  further  in  the  affair.  As  the  time  approached  when  a  return \nmight  be  expected  from  New  York,  it  was  thought  fit  to  have  another \nmeeting  of  the  town  of  Boston,  and  a  committee  Avas  appointed  further \nto  apply  to  the  lieutenant-governor  to  order  the  troops  out  of  town ; \nMr.  Adams,  their  prolocutor,  pressing  the  matter  with  great  vehe- \nmence, and  intimating  that,  in  case  of  refusal,  the  rage  of  the  people \nwould  vent  itself  against  the  lieutenant-governor  in  particular.  He \ngave  a  peremptory  refusal,  and  expressed  his  resentment  at  the  men- \nace. The  committee  then  applied  to  the  commanding  officer,  and  the \nsame  day,  March  10,  the  29th  regiment,  and  the  next  morning  the \n14th,  were  removed  to  the  Castle.  This  success,  concludes  Hutchin- \nson, gave  greater  assurances  than  ever  that,  by  firmness,  the  great \nobject,  exemption  from  all  exterior  power,  civil  or  military,  would \nfinally  be  obtained.  Checks  and  temporary  interruptions  might  hap- \npen, but  they  would  be  surmounted,  and  the  progress  of  liberty  would \nrecommence. \n\nThe  time  for  holding  the  Superior  Court  for  Suffolk  was  the  next \nweek  after  the  tragical  action  in  King-street.  Although  bills  were \nfound  by  the  grand  jury,  yet  the  court,  says  Hutchinson,  considering \nthe  disordered  state  of  the  town,  had  thought  fit  to  continue  the  trials \nto  the  next  tenn,  when  the  minds  of  people  would  be  more  free  from \nprejudice,  and  a  dispassionate,  impartial  jury  might  be  expected,  after \nthere  had  been  sufficient  time  for  the  people  to  cool. \n\nA  considerable  number  of  the  most  active  persons  in  all  public \nmeasures  of  the  town  having  dined  together,  relates  Hutchinson, \nwent  in  a  body  from  table  to  the  Superior  Court,  then  sitting,  with \nSamuel  Adams  at  their  head,  and,  in  behalf  of  the  town,  pressed  the \nbringing  on  the  trial  at  the  same  term  with  so  much  spirit,  that \nthe  judges  did  not  tliink  it  advisable  to  abide  by  their  OAvn  order,  but \nappointed  a  day  for  the  trials,  and  adjourned  the  court  for  that  pur- \npose. But  even  this  irregularity  the  lieutenant-governor  thought  it \nbest  not  to  notice  in  a  public  message ;  and  for  the  grand  point,  the  rela- \ntion between  the  Parliament  and  the  colonies,  he  had  determined  to \navoid  any  dispute  with  the  assembly,  unless  he  should  be  forced  into \n\n\n18  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nit.  Therefore,  after  acquainting  them  that  he  should  transmit  the \nremonstrance  to  be  laid  before  the  king,  and  attempting  a  vindication \nof  his  own  character  from  their  charges  against  it,  he  dissolved  the \nassembly, —  the  time,  by  charter,  for  a  new  assembly  approaching. \n\nThe  trials  of  the  soldiers  implicated  in  the  massacre  occurred  on  the \nOctober  term  of  that  year.  The  evidence  against  the  four  persons \ntried  for  firing  from  the  custom-house  being  only  that  of  a  French \nboy,  the  jury  acquitted  them  without  leaving  the  bar.  It  was  proved \nthat  the  boy  was  at  a  remote  part  of  the  tow^n  the  whole  time  that  ho \nswore  he  wag  at  the  custom-house  and  in  King-street.  The  court \nordered  that  he  should  be  committed  and  prosecuted  for  wilful  per- \njury ;  and,  by  his  own  confession,  he  Avas  convicted. \n\nCaptain  Preston  had  been  well  advised  to  retain  two  gentlemen  of \nthe  law,  says  Hutchinson, — Josiah  Quincy  and  John  Adams, — who \nwere  strongly  attached  to  the  cause  of  liberty,  and  to  stick  at  no \nreasonable  fees  for  that  purpose ;  and  this  measure  proved  of  great \nservice  to  him.  He  was  also  well  informed  of  the  characters  of  the \njury,  and  challenged  such  as  were  most  likely  to  be  under  bias. \nThree  or  four  witnesses  swore  that  he  ordered  his  men  to  fire ;  but \ntheir  evidence  was  encountered  by  that  of  several  other  witnesses,  who \nstood  next  to  him,  and  were  conversing  with  him  at  a  different  place \nfrom  that  which  the  witnesses  for  the  crown  swore  he  was  in ;  and  the \njudges,  in  summing  up  the  evidence  to  the  jury,  were  unanimous  in  their \nopinion  that  he  did  not  order  his  men  to  fire ;  but  if  he  did,  they  were \nof  opinion  that,  from  the  evidence  of  many  other  witnesses,  the  assault \nboth  upon  the  officer  and  men,  while  upon  duty,  was  so  violent,  that \nthe  homicide  could  not  amount  even  to  manslaughter,  but  must  be  con- \nsidered as  excusable  homicide.  The  jury  soon  agreed  upon  a  verdict \nof  not  guilty,  and  the  prisoner,  being  discharged,  retired  to  the  Castle, \n:ind  remained  there  until  he  sailed  for  England,  where  he  was  pen- \nsioned. A  few  days  after  the  trials,  while  the  court  continued  to  sit, \nan  incendiary  paper  was  posted  in  the  night  upon  the  door  of  the \ntown-house,  complaining  of  the  court  for  cheating  the  people  with  a \nshow  of  justice,  and  calhng  upon  them  to  rise  and  free  the  world  from \nsuch  domestic  tyrants.  We  refer  to  the  printed  trials  for  the  results \nin  the  other  cases. \n\nIn  order  to  repel  the  insinuation  of  Hutcliinson  regarding  abundant \nfees,  we  Avill  give  the  relation  of  John  Adams  on  this  point.  After \nstating  that  he  accepted  a  single  guinea  as  a  retaining  fee,  Mr.  Adams \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE,  10 \n\nstates :  —  \"From  first  to  last,  I  never  said  a  word  about  fees,  in  any  of \nthose  cases ;  and  I  should  have  said  nothing  about  them  here,  if  calum- \nnies and  insinuations  had  not  been  propagated,  that  I  was  tempted  by \ngreat  fees  and  enormous  sums  of  money.  Before  or  after  the  trial, \nPreston  sent  me  ten  guineas,  and  at  the  trial  of  the  soldiers  after- \nwards, eight  guineas  more,  which  were  all  the  fees  I  ever  rcceived,  or \nwere  offered  to  me  ;  and  I  should  not  have  said  anything  on  the  sub- \nject to  my  clients,  if  they  had  never  offered  me  anything.  This  was \nall  the  pecuniary  reward  I  ever  had  for  fourteen  or  fifteen  days'  labor \nin  the  most  exhausting  and  fatiguing  causes  I  ever  tried,  for  hazard- \ning a  popularity  very  general  and  very  hardly  earned,  and  for  incur- \nring a  clamor  of  popular  suspicions  and  prejudices,  which  are  not  yet \nworn  out,  and  never  will  be  forgotten  as  long  as  the  history  of  this \nperiod  is  read.\"  And,  on  another  occasion,  Mr.  Adams  further \nremarked :  —  \"I  have  reason  to  remember  that  fatal  night.  The  part \nI  took  in  defence  of  Capt.  Preston  and  the  soldiers  procured  me  anxi- \nety and  obloquy  enough.  It  was,  however,  one  of  the  most  gallant, \ngenerous,  manly  and  disinterested  actions  of  my  whole  life,  and  one  of \nthe  best  pieces  of  service  I  ever  rendered  my  country.  Judgment \nof  death  against  those  soldiers  would  have  been  as  foul  a  stain  upoii \nthis  country  as  the  executions  of  the  Quakers  or  witches  anciently. \nAs  the  evidence  was,  the  verdict  of  the  jury  Was  exactly  right.  This, \nhowever,  is  no  reason  why  the  town  should  not  call  the  action  of  that \nnight  a  massacre ;  nor  is  it  any  argument  in  favor  of  the  governor  or \nminister  who  caused  them  to  be  sent  here.  But  it  is  the  strongest  of \nproofs  of  the  danger  of  standing  armies.\" \n\nThe  Boston  Athenaeum  overlooks  the  cemetery  where  were  deposited \nthe  remains  of  our  fellow-citizens  martyred  in  the  cause  of  liberty, \nMarch  5,  1770.  Here  repose  the  ashes  of  Hancock  and  Gushing,  the \nlatter  of  whom  was  lieutenant-governor  during  the  administration  of \nthe  former.  Though  Sumner  speaks  of  \"  Hancock's  broken  column,\" \nthe  idea  is  merely  poetical,  for  no  monument  has  ever  been  erected \nover  his  remains.  It  is  stated  in  the  Boston  News  Letter  that  four \nof  the  victims  were  conveyed  on  hearses,  and  buried  on  the  eighth  of \nMarch,  in  one  vault,  in  the  Middle  Burying  Ground.  The  funeral \nconsisted  of  an  immense  number  of  persons  in  ranks  of  six,  followed \nby  a  long  train  of  carriages  belonging  to  the  principal  gentry  of  the \ntown,  at  which  time  the  bells  of  Boston  and  adjoining  towis  were \ntolled.     It  is  supposed  that  a  greater  number  of  people  of  Boston  and \n\n\n20  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nvicinity  attended  this  funeral  than  were  ever  congregated  on  this  con- \ntinent on  any  occasion.  In  this  procession  emblematical  banners  were \ndisplayed.  The  following  eifusion  appeared  in  Fleet's  Post,  March \n12,  1770: \n\n\"  With  fire  enwrapt,  surcharged  with  sudden  death, \nLo,  the  poised  tube  convolves  its  fatal  breath  ! \nThe  flying  ball,  with  heaven-directed  force, \nRids  the  free  spirit  of  its  fallen  corse. \nWell-fated  shades  !  let  no  unmanly  tear \nFrom  pity's  eye  distain  your  honored  bier. \nLost  to  their  view,  surviving  friends  may  mourn. \nYet  o'er  thy  pile  celestial  flames  shall  burn. \nLong  as  in  Freedom's  cause  the  wise  contend, \nDear  to  your  country,  shall  your  fame  extend  ; \nWhile  to  the  world  the  lettered  stone  shall  tell \nHow  Caldwell,  Attucks,  Gray  and  Maverick  fell.\" \n\nOn  the  fourteenth  of  March,  Patrick  Carr,  who  died  of  the  wound \nreceived  in  the  massacre,  was  buried  from  Faneuil  Hall,  in  the  same \ngrave  in  which  the  other  victims  were  deposited. \n\nThe  poet  who  wrote  the  effusion  above  quoted  predicts  that  the  let- \ntered stone  shall  tell  the  tale  of  the  martyred  sons  of  liberty ;  but  no \nstone  appears  on  the  spot  where  they  were  buried.  Lideed,  if  any \nstone  were  ever  erected  over  their  remains,  it  may  have  been  destroyed \nby  the  British  regulars,  or  removed  in  making  repairs  on  the  ground. \nLet  the  prediction  be  realized  by  the  erection  of  a  beautiful  marble \nmonument  on  the  site  to  the  memory  of  this  event,  which,  with  the \nbattles  of  Lexington  and  Bunker  Hill,  insured  our  independence. \n\nOur  venerable  native  citizen  of  Boston,  the  Hon.  Thomas  Handy- \nside  Perkins,  probably  the  only  survivor  who  has  any  remembrance \nof  the  Boston  massacre,  stated  to  the  editor  of  this  work,  at  an  inter- \nview with  liim  on  Jan.  3,  1851,  that  at  that  period  he  was  five  years \nof  age,  and  asleep  at  home  on  the  evening  of  its  occurrence.  His \nfather,  James  Perkins,  a  wine-merchant,  resided  in  King-street,  on \nthe  present  location  of  Tappan's  stone  building,  opposite  Mackerel- \nlane,  now  Kilby-street.  On  the  next  day,  his  father's  man-servant, \nbein<^  desirous  that  he  should  witness  the  effects  of  this  occurrence, \nimprudently,  as  Mr.  Perkins  remarked,  went  with  him  to  the  Royal \nExchange  Tavern,  located  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  custom-house, \nnow  the  site  of  the  Messrs.  Gilberts,  brokers,  kept  by  Mr.  Stone. \nAlexander  Cruikshank  testified  that  when  he  was  at  the  head  of \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  21 \n\nRoyal  Exchange-lane,  he  stopped  at  Stone's  tavern,  and  the  people \nwere  abusing  the  sentinel,  and  showed  him  the  dead  body  of  Crispus \nAttacks,  one  of  the  victims.  He  then  pointed  to  him  the  frozen  blood \nin  the  gutter,  opposite  the  Exchange  Tavern,  and  proceeded  with  him \nto  the  residence  of  Tuthill  Hubbard,  on  Cornhill,  a  short  distance  from \nthe  north  side  of  Queen-street,  where  lay  the  dead  body  of  another  of \nthe  victims ;  and  this  is  the  whole  of  his  recollection  of  the  tragical \nevent,  which  has  never  been  effaced  from  his  mind.  Colonel  Perkins \nis  unable  to  state  which  of  the  victims  he  saw  at  Mr.  Hubbard's  resi- \ndence ;  but,  as  Joseph  Hinckley  testified,  according  to  the  trial,  that, \nafter  the  regulars  had  fired,  he  assisted  in  the  removal  of  Samuel \nGray,  who  had  fallen,  to  the  apothecary's  shop  of  I>r.  John  Loring, \nwhich  was  adjoining  or  very  near  Mr.  Hubbard's  dwelling,  and  could \nnot  find  admittance,  as  it  was  closed, — doubtless,  that  was  the  name \nof  the  other  victim  whose  remains  were  exhibited  to  his  youthful \neye- \nIn  order  to  a  further  elucidation  of  this  matter,  we  have  recurred  to \nthe  papers  of  the  day,  by  which  it  appears  that  Gray  was  killed  on \nthe  spot,  as  the  ball  entered  his  head  and  broke  the  skull.  He  was  a \nropemaker,  and,  on  the  day  of  interment,  his  body  was  conveyed \nfrom  the  residence  of  Benjamin  Gray,  his  brother,  on  the  south  side \nof  the  Exchange  Tavern.  Now,  Col.  Perkins  is  either  mistaken  regard- \ning the  house  where  he  saw  the  pale  corpse,  or  else  it  was  removed \nfrom  Mr.  Hubbard's  dwelling  on  the  next  day.  James  Caldwell,  also \nkilled  on  the  spot  by  two  balls  entering  his  breast,  was  mate  of  Captain \nMorton's  vessel,  and  his  body  was  removed  from  the  captain's  resi- \ndence in  Cole-lane  on  the  day  of  interment.  Crispus  Attucks  being \na  stranger,  his  remains  were  conveyed  from  Faneuil  Hall.  He  was \nkilled  by  two  balls  entering  his  breast,  and  was  a  native  of  Framing- \nham  ;  and  Samuel,  a  son  of  widow  Mary  Maverick,  a  promising  youth \nof  seventeen  years,  an  apprentice  to  Mr.  Greenwood,  a  joiner,  was \nwounded  by  a  ball  that  entered  his  abdomen  and  escaped  through  his \nback,  which  caused  his  death,  and  his  remains  were  removed  from \nhis  mother's  house  on  the  day  of  interment.  Patrick  Carr,  who \ndied  a  few  days  after,  of  a  ball  that  entered  near  his  hip  and  went  out \nat  his  side,  was  in  the  employ  of  one  Mr.  Field,  leather-breeches \nmaker  in  Queen-street,  and  aged  about  thirty  years.  Among  other \nmatters  in  the  warrant  for  the  annual  town-meeting  of  Boston,  March \n12;  1770,  is  the  following  clause:  —  \"  Whether  the  town  will  take  any \n\n\nTHE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nmeasures  that  a  public  monument  may  be  erected  on  the  spot  where \nthe  late  tragical  scene  was  acted,  as  a  memento  to  posterity  of  that \nhorrid  massacre,  and  the  destructive  consequences  of  military  troops \nbeing  quartered  in  a  well-regulated  city.\"  We  notice,  on  turning  to \nthe  records,  that  no  action  was  taken  on  this  point ;  but  the  town \nvoted  their  thanks  to  the  towns  of  Roxbury,  Cambridge,  Charlestown \nand  Watertown,  for  their  kind  concern  in  this  deplorable  event.  As \nthe  precise  location  of  this  scene  will  ever  be  a  point  of  great  interest \nto  Bostonians,  we  gather,  from  the  deposition  of  Samuel  Drowne,  that \nit  occurred  between  Crooked,  now  Wilson's  lane,  and  Royal  Exchange- \nlane.  He  states  that  he  was  standing  on  the  steps  of  the  Exchange \nTavern,  being  the  next  house  to  the  custom-house ;  and  soon  after  saw \nCaptain  Preston,  whom  he  well  knew,  with  a  number  of  soldiers  dra^vn \nnear  the  west  corner  of  the  custom-house,  and  heard  Preston  say, \n\"  Damn  your  bloods  !  why  don't  you  fire?  \"  after  which  they  fired. \n\nAt  a  town-meeting,  Boston,  March  19,  1771,  Hon.  Thomas  Cush- \ning  moderator,  the  committee  appointed  to  consider  of  some  suitable \nmethod  to  perpetuate  the  memory  of  the  horrid  massacre  perpetrated \non  the  evening  of  the  fifth  of  March,  1770,  by  a  party  of  soldiers  of \nthe  29th  regiment,  reported  as  their  opinion  that,  for  the  present,  the \ntown  make  choice  of  a  proper  person  to  deliver  an  oration  at  such \ntime  as  may  be  judged  most  convenient,  to  commemorate  the  barbarous \nmurder  of  five  of  our  fellow-citizens  on  that  fatal  day,  and  to  impress \nupon  our  minds  the  ruinous  tendency  of  standing  armies  in  free  cities, \nand  the  necessity  of  such  noble  exertions,  in  all  future  times,  as  the \ninhabitants  of  the  town  then  made,  whereby  the  designs  of  the  con- \nspirators against  the  public  liberty  may  be  still  frustrated ;  and  the \ncommittee,  in  order  to  complete  the  plan  of  some  standing  monument \nof  military  tyranny,  begged  leave  to  be  indulged  with  further  time. \nTheir  report  being  accepted,  it  was  voted  unanimously  that  the  town \nwill  now  come  to  the  choice  of  an  orator.  A  committee  was  then \nappointed ;  Samuel  Hunt  and  James  Lovell  were  nominated  as  candi- \ndates to  deliver  the  oration.  The  inhabitants  then  voted,  and  the \nlatter  was  elected.  A  committee  was  appointed  to  wait  on  James \nLovell,  and  invite  his  acceptance. \n\nIn  re<zard  to  the  location  of  the  site  where  the  victims  of  the  Boston \nmassacre  were  deposited,  the  editor  has  the  evidence  of  the  venerable \nCol.  Joseph  May,  a  warden  of  King's  Chapel,  possessing  great  integ- \nrity and  a  tenacious  memory,  stated  previous  to  his  decease  in  1841, \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  23 \n\nand  who  witnessed  their  interment,  being  then  ten  years  of  age,  and  a \nscholar  in  the  public  Latin  school.  Pointing  to  the  spot  which  is  the \nsite  of  a  tomb  once  owned  by  the  city,  in  the  rear  of  the  tomb  of \nDeacon  Richard  Checkley,  an  apothecary,  Col.  May  stated  that  was \nthe  place  where  he  saw  them  interred.  A  beautiful  larch-tree  flour- \nishes at  the  side  of  the  city  tomb,  which  is  opposite  Montgomery-place. \nWhen,  during  the  mayoralty  of  Jonathan  Chapman,  an  iron  fence \nwas  erected  on  the  Granary  cemetery,  in  the  month  of  June,  1840, \nan  excavation  was  made  over  this  spot,  for  the  erection  of  this  city \ntomb,  human  bones,  and  a  skull  with  a  bullet-hole  perforated  through \nit,  were  discovered,  which  probably  were  remains  of  these  victims; \nand  we  have  the  evidence  of  the  late  Martin  Smith,  sexton  of  King's \nChapel  church,  that  he  assisted  in  throwing  the  skull  and  other  bones \ninto  the  earth  near  the  larch-tree. \n\nWhen  General  Warren  gave  an  oration  on  the  massacre,  March  5th, \n1772,  James  Allen,  one  of  the  Boston  poets,  commemorated  the  event \nin  verse,  at  his  request ;  and  John  Adams  states  in  his  diary,  probably \nin  allusion  to  this  poem,  that  James  Otis  reads  to  large  circles  of  the \ncommon  people  Allen's  oration  on  the  beauties  of  liberty,  and  recom- \nmends it  as  an  excellent  production.  Allen  thus  apostrophised  King \nGeorge,  in  these  prophetic  terms : \n\n\"  In  vain  shall  Britain  lift  her  suppliant  eye. \nAn  alienated  offspring  feels  no  filial  tie. \nHer  tears  in  vain  shall  bathe  the  soldiers'  feet,  — \nRemember,  ingrate,  Boston's  crimsoned  street ! \nWhole  hecatombs  of  lives  the  deed  shall  pay, \nAnd  purge  the  murders  of  that  guilty  day. ' ' \n\nMay  the  sons  of  Boston  be  sure  that  a  centennial  oration,  commem- \norative of  the  Boston  massacre,  be  pronounced  by  the  most  eminent \nand  eloquent  orator  of  the  day  ! \n\nOne  of  the  most  popular  celebrations  in  Boston,  previous  to  the \nmassacre,  was  that  of  the  Gunpowder  Plot,  which,  according  to  Dr. \nCharles  Chauncy,  in  a  letter  to  Dr.  Stiles,  dated  May  23d,  1768,  was \nto  that  day  commemorated ;  and  was  in  especial  memorable  to  him,  as \nhis  ancestor  was  at  Westminster  school,  adjoining  the  parliament  house, \npursuing  his  studies,  when  the  plot  was  discovered.  The  latest  date \nof  its  celebration  in  Boston,  of  which  we  find  the  most  particular \naccount,  v,as  on  Monday,  Nov.  6th,  1769,  when  the  guns  at  the  Castle \n\n\n24  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nand  at  the  batteries  in  town  were  fired,  and  a  pageantry  exhibited, \nelevated  on  a  stage,  carried  in  derision  through  the  streets,  and  fol- \nlowed by  crowds  of  people,  with  ludicrous  effigies  of  the  Pope  and \nothers,  which,  when  they  reached  Copp's  Hill,  were  committed  to  the \nilaraes.  One  of  the  regulars  was  flogged  by  one  of  the  party,  for \nattempting  to  detain  the  procession,  as  it  passed  the  main  guard  sta- \ntioned at  the  door  of  the  state-house.  On  a  lantern  was  a  descrip- \ntion of  the  Pope  in  1769  ;  on  another  was  inscribed  \"  Love  and \nUnity.  The  American  whig.  Confusion  to  the  tories ;  and  a  total \nbanishment  to  bribery  and  corruption.\"  And  on  the  right  side  was \nthis  profane  acrostic,  below  a  caricature  of  John  Mein,  the  royahst \neditor  of  the  Chronicle,  and  warm  opponent  of  the  people : \n\n\"Insulting  wretch  !  we  '11  him  expose, — \nO'er  the  whole  world  his  deeds  disclose. \nHell  now  gapes  wide  to  take  him  in  ; \nNow  he  is  ripe  ;  0,  lump  of  sin  ! \nMean  is  the  man,  —  M**n  is  his  name  ; \nEnough  he  's  spread  his  hellish  fame. \nInfernal  furies  hurl  his  soul \nNine  million  times  from  pole  to  pole.\" \n\n\"Wilkes  and  Liberty\"  was  inscribed  on  another  lantern,  over \nhighly  inflammatory  verses.  We  find  no  allusion  to  this  celebration \nafter  1774. \n\nWhen  the  evening  of  the  first  anniversary  of  the  massacre  arrived, \nan  address  was  delivered  at  the  Manufactory  House,  by  Dr.  Thomas \nYoung.  This  building  was  selected  for  the  occasion,  because  the  first \nopposition  to  the  British  regulai\"S,  October,  1768,  w^as  made  there, \nwhen  one  Elisha  Brown,  having  possession  of  the  building,  which  was \nlocated  at  the  corner  of  Hamilton-place,  as  a  tenant  under  the  province, \nrcfased  admission  to  the  military.  The  high  sherifi\"  was  sent  by  Gov. \nBernard,  for  admission;  and,  on  a  third  attempt,  he  found  an  open \nwindow,  and  entered  that ;  upon  which  the  people  gathered  about  him, \nand  made  him  prisoner.  This  outrage  occurred  just  after  the  arrival \nof  the  regulars.  We  transcribe  the  particulars  of  this  public  demon- \nstration, from  the  Boston  News  Letter  of  March  7th  and  14th  :  The \nbells  of  the  churches  were  tolled  from  twelve  o'clock  at  noon  until \none.  An  oration  was  delivered  in  the  evening,  by  Dr.  Young,  at  the \nhall  of  the  Manufactory,  a  building  originally  designed  for  encouraging \nmanufactories,  and  employing  the  poor.     The  oration,  it  is  said,  con- \n\n\nTHE   MASSACRE.  25 \n\ntained  a  brief  account  of  the  massacre  ;  of  the  imputations  of  treason \nand  rebelhoii,  with  which  the  tools  of  power  endeavored  to  brand  the \ninhabitants;  and  a  descant  upon  the  nature  of  treasons,  with  some \nthreats  of  the  British  ministry  to  take  away  the  Massachusetts  charter. \nIn  the  evening  there  was  a  very  striking  exhibition  at  the  house  of  Mr. \nPaul  Revere,  fronting  the  old  North-square,  so  called.  At  one  of  the \nchamber  windows  was  the  appearance  of  the  ghost  of  Christopher \nSnider,  with  one  of  his  fingers  in  the  wound,  endeavoring  to  stop  the \nblood  issuing  therefrom;  near  him  his  friends  weeping;  at  a  small \ndistance,  a  monumental  pyramid,  with  his  name  on  the  top,  and  the \nnames  of  those  killed  on  the  fifth  of  March  round  the  base ;  under- \nneath, the  following  lines : \n\n\"  Snider's  pale  ghost  fresh  bleeding  stands. \nAnd  vengeance  for  his  death  demands.\" \n\nIn  the  next  window  were  represented  the  soldiers  drawn  up,  firing  at \nthe  people  assembled  before  them,  —  the  dead  on  the  ground,  and  the \nwounded  falling,  with  the  blood  running  in  streams  from  their  wounds, \n—  over  which  was  written, \"  Foul  Play.\"  In  the  third  window,  was \nthe  figure  of  a  woman,  representing  America,  sitting  on  the  stump  of \na  tree,  with  a  stafi\"  in  her  hand,  and  the  cap  of  liberty  on  the  top \nthereof;  one  foot  on  the  head  of  a  grenadier,  lying  prostrate,  grasping \na  serpent ;  her  finger  pointing  to  the  tragedy. \n\nAnother  authority  states  that  the  bells  of  Boston  tolled  from  nine \nto  ten  o'clock  in  the  evening. \n\nThe  allusion,  in  Dr.  Young's  oration,  to  the  threats  of  Great  Britain, \nand  the  imputations  of  treason,  forcibly  remind  one  of  the  firmness \nwith  which  the  Massachusetts  colonists  resisted  every  device  to  decoy \nand  divert,  most  artfully  attempted  by  the  minions  of  the  throne.  The \neloquence  of  bribery  fell  powerless.  Lord  Paramount  urged,  in  the \nRevolutionary  play,  written  by  the  author  of  the  American  Chron- \nicles of  the  Times,  published  in  1776,  —  \"  Don't  you  know  there  's \nsuch  sweet  music  in  the  shaking  of  the  treasury  keys,  that  they  will \ninstantly  lock  the  most  babbling  patriot's  tongue  7  transform  a  tory \ninto  a  whig,  and  a  whig  into  a  tory  7  make  a  superannuated  old  miser \ndance,  and  an  old  cynic  philosopher  smile?  How  many  thousand \ntimes  has  your  tongue  danced  at  Westminster  Hall  to  the  sound  of \nsuch  music!\" \n\n3 \n\n\n26  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nThe  bold  daring  of  the  times  was  thus  forcibly  expressed,  in  an  old \nalmanac  J  printed  during  the  contest : \n\n\"  Let  tyrants  rage,  and  sycophants  exclaim  ; \nLet  tories  grumble,  parasites  defame, \nAnd  all  the  herd  of  trembling  despots  roar. \nAnd  plot  revenge  ;  dependence  is  no  more. \n'T  is  independence  that  we  will  maintain, \nAnd  Britain's  tyrant  shall  no  longer  reign. \nBritain,  adieu  !  we  seek  your  aid  no  more  ; \nNor  call  you  Mother,  as  we  did  before.\" \n\nWe  know  little  of  Dr.  Thomas  Young.  He  was  a  member  of  the \nCommittee  of  Correspondence  in  1T72.  He  was  a  talented  writer  in \npapers  of  the  day,  and  in  the  Royal  American  ^lagazine,  on  medical, \npohtical,  and  religious  subjects.  He  was  one  of  the  tea-party  in  1773 ; \nbut  a  groundless  tradition  exists,  that  he  was  the  person  who  filled \nhis  pockets  with  the  detestable  herb,  which  being  discovered  when  he \nwas  on  the  way  homo  from  the  ships,  some  one  cut  off  the  skirts  of  his \ncoat,  and  threw  away  the  tea.  The  old  crier  witnessed  this  scene, \nbut  cannot  state  who  committed  the  act.  John  Adams  writes  of  him \nas  his  physician. \n\nIn  the  Life  and  Times  of  General  Thomas  Lamb,  of  Revolutionary \nfame,  are  highly  spirited  letters  from  Dr.  Young,  in  one  of  which  he \nsays,  that  \"  Lord  North  endeavors  to  still  the  rising  rage  of  his  coun- \ntrymen, by  assuring  them  that  no  other  province  will,  in  the  least, \ncountenance  the  rebellious  Bostonians.\"  And,  in  allusion  to  a  town- \nmeeting  at  Faneuil  Hall,  Dr.  Young  says,  it  \"  was  conducted  with  a \nfreedom  and  energy  becoming  the  orators  of  ancient  Rome.\"  We \ndescendants  of  the  patriot  flithers  have  no  conception  of  their  perils, \nand  are  prompted  by  emotions  of  veneration,  at  their  decided  tone, \namid  the  glare  of  royal  bayonets.  In  Edes  and  Gill's  North  American \nAlmanac,  printed  in  1770,  we  find  what  is  termed  \"  A  New  Song, \nnow  much  in  vogue  in  North  America,\"  which  entwines  this  rebel \npassage : \n\n\"  All  ages  shall  speak  with  amaze  and  applause \nOf  the  courage  we  '11  show  in  support  of  our  laws. \nTo  die  we  don't  fear,  but  to  serve  we  disdain  ; \nWe  had  better  not  be,  than  not  freemen  remain. \nIn  freedom  we  're  born,  and  in  freedom  we  *11  live  ; \nOur  purses  arc  ready,  — \nSteady,  friends,  steady  ; \nNot  as  slaves,  but  as  freemen,  our  money  we  '11  give.\" \n\n\nTHE  MASSACRE.  27 \n\nThe  earliest  orations  were  delivered  in  the  Old  Brick  Church,  on  the \nsite  of  Cornhill-square,  or  at  the  Old  South  Church,  and  attended  by \nimmense  crowds  of  people.  Originally,  a  small  stage  was  erected  in \nthe  northern  section  of  the  church,  on  Avhich  were  exhibited  the  sur- \nvivors wounded  at  the  massacre,  and  a  contribution  was  taken  for  their \nbenefit.  These  patriotic  orations  are  a  protective  shield  to  our  consti- \ntution, as  they  illustrate  the  principles  of  civil  liberty. \n\nThe  honored  successor  of  Washington  to  the  presidency  of  this  glo- \nrious Union,  when  writing  to  Dr.  Morse  in  allusion  to  the  memorable \norations  on  the  massacre,  and  those  succeeding  on  the  national  inde- \npendence, from  the  peace  of  1783  down  to  the  year  1816,  thus \nemphasizes  :  —  \"  These  orations  were  read,  I  had  almost  said,  by  every- \nbody that  could  read,  and  scarcely  ever  with  dry  eyes.  They  have \nnow  been  continued  for  forty-five  years.  Will  you  read  them  all  1 \nThey  were  not  long  continued  in  their  original  design  ;  but  other  gen- \ntlemen, with  other  views,  had  influence  enough  to  obtain  a  change \nfrom  ' standing  armies '  to  'feelings  which  produced  the  Revolution.' \nOf  these  forty-five  orations,  I  have  read  as  many  as  I  have  seen. \nThey  have  varied  with  all  the  changes  of  our  politics.  They  have \nbeen  made  the  engine  of  bringing  forward  to  public  notice  young \ngentlemen  of  promising  genius,  whose  connections  and  sentiments \nwere  tolerable  to  the  prevailing  opinions  of  the  moment.  There  is \njuvenile  ingenuity  in  all  that  I  have  read.  There  are  few  men  of \nconsequence  among  us  who  did  not  commence  their  career  by  an  ora- \ntion on  the  fifth  of  March.  I  have  read  these  orations  with  a  mixture \nof  pleasure  and  pity.  Young  gentlemen  of  genius  describing  scenes \nthey  never  saw,  and  descanting  on  feelings  they  never  felt, — and \nwhich  great  pains  had  been  taken  they  never  should  feel.  When  will \nthese  orations  end  ?  And  when  will  they  cease  to  be  monuments  of \nthe  fluctuations  of  public  opinion,  and  general  feeling,  in  Boston,  Mas- \nsachusetts, and  the  United  States  ?  They  are  infinitely  more  indica- \ntive of  the  feelings  of  the  moment  than  of  the  feelings  that  produced \nthe  Revolution.\"  And,  in  the  conclusion  of  this  letter,  he  remarks, \n\"  If  I  could  be  fifty  years  younger,  and  had  nothing  better  to  do,  I \nwould  have  these  orations  collected  and  printed  in  volumes,  and  then \nwrite  the  history  of  the  last  forty-five  years  in  commentaries  upon \nthem.\"  The  conception  of  this  work  was  matured,  and  the  materials \nmostly  gathered,  in  relation  to  every  one  of  the  orators  introduced, \nbefore  the  editor  ever  read  or  was  aware  of  the  paragraph  last  quoted \n\n\n28  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS, \n\nfi-om  the  venerable  Adams  the  elder.  An  entire  colleption  of  the \norations  noticed  in  this  book,  and  published  in  a  connected  form,  would \nprove  a  valuable  acquisition  to  the  history  and  literature  of  our \ncountry.  Our  plan  differs  materially  from  that  suggested  by  the \ngreat  Nestor  of  this  republic.  We  exhibit  striking  specimens  from \nsome  of  the  best  of  those  performances,  with  opinions  respecting  their \ncharacter,  and  present  a  statement  of  the  lives  of  their  authors,  inter- \nspersed with  political,  historical,  and  hterary  reminiscences,  unfolding \na  period  of  eighty  years. \n\nOur  plan  extends,  moreover,  to  the  orators  of  the  Massachusetts \nCincinnati,  the  Washington  Benevolent,  and  the  Democratic  Washing- \nton Societies ;  the  eulogists  on  the  deceased  presidents,  on  Warren,  on \nLafayette  and  Marshall,  and  almost  every  other  political  occasion  in \nthe  great  head-quarters  of  the  Revolution, — our  own  noble  Boston!  — \ntending  to  establish  the  permanence  of  republican  institutions.  While \nwe  mainly  concur  with  President  Adams  in  opinion  regarding  the \nmerits  of  those  which  he  had  examined,  we  venture  to  assert  that  a \nlarge  portion  of  these  productions  indicate  an  ability  and  patriotic \nspirit  that  would  honor  the  heads  and  the  hearts  of  the  most  eminent \npoliticians  of  any  age  or  nation ;  and  we  should  view  the  period  when \nsuch  orations  would  cease  as  a  strong  indication  of  the  decline  of  this \ngreat  exemplar  of  all  nations. \n\nA  large  portion  of  the  materials  for  this  production  were  gathered \nfrom  the  libraries  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society,  of  the  Gore \nLibrary  at  Cambridge,  of  the  New  England  Historic  Genealogical \nSociety,  of  the  State  Library,  of  the  Boston  Library,  and  of  the \nBoston  Athenaeum ;  to  the  librarians  of  which  institutions  the  editor \nrenders  his  grateful  acknowledgments  for  the  ready  facility  extended \nduring  the  research  for  information.  The  editor  is  more  especially \nindebted  to  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society  for  the  generous  per- \nmission of  access  to  valuable  unpublished  manuscripts  in  their  posses- \nsion, from  which  passages  are  embodied  in  this  work,  greatly  enhanc- \ning its  value.  Moreover,  the  editor  renders  his  grateful  thanks  to  Rev. \nJoseph  Barlow  Felt,  the  courteous  librarian  of  this  institution,  and \nauthor  of  an  Ecclesiastical  History  of  New  England,  and  to  Lucius \nManlius  Sargent,  Esq.,  whose  experience  in  historical  research  ranks \nthem  with  the  most  profound  antiquarians  in  our  country ;  to  Sam- \nuel G.  Drake,  Esq.,  the  chronicler  of  Indian  History;  and  to  Dr. \nJohn  C.  Warren,  for  the  free  use  of  the  Revolutionary  manuscript \n\n\nJAMES  LOVELL.  29 \n\njournal  of  Dr.  John  Warren,  his  patriotic  father.  The  editor  will \nnever  forget  the  courtesy  of  gentlemen  of  the  leading  professions,  in \nrendering  information  essential  to  the  accuracy  of  this  work,  the  cata- \nlogue of  whose  names  would  fill  a  chapter ;  and  to  recount  the  mass \nof  facts  furnished  would  embrace  a  large  appendix. \n\n\nJAMES   LOVELL, \n\nAPRIL  2,  1771.     ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE, \n\nAs  the  father  and  son  were  remarkable  men,  and  effected  much  in \nmoulding  the  intellects  of  the  principal  actors  of  the  Revolution,  we \nwill  exhibit  first  the  scanty  materials  regarding  the  father.  Master \nJohn  Lovell  was  the  eldest  son  of  John  Lovell,  who  married  Priscilla \nGardiner,  June  16th,  1709;  and  was  born  at  Boston,  June  16th,  1710. \nHe  entered  the  public  Latin  school  in  1717  ;  graduated  at  Harvard \nCollejre  in  1728 ;  became  usher  of  the  Latin  school  in  1729,  until \nhe  was  appointed  principal  in  1734 ;  which  station  he  occupied  until \nApril  19th,  1775,  when  the  school  was  dispersed  by  the  siege  of  the \ntown,  and  consequent  occupation  of  the  royahsts.  Mr.  Lovell  married \nAbigail  Green,  Sept.,  1734.  He  was  an  excellent  critic,  and  one  of \nthe  best  classical  scholars  of  his  day.  Though  a  severe  teacher,  yet \nhe  was  remarkably  humorous,  and  an  agreeable  companion.  It  is \nworthy  of  record,  that  he  delivered  the  first  published  address  in \nFaneuil  Hall,  March  14th,  1742,  at  the  annual  meeting  of  the  town, \noccasioned  by  the  death  of  Peter  Faneuil,  Esq.,  the  noble  donor  of  the \nhall  to  the  town  of  Boston.  In  the  peroration  of  Mr.  Lovell's  funeral \noration,  he  said:  \"May  this  hall  be  ever  sacred  to  the  interests  of \ntruth,  of  justice,  of  loyalty,  of  honor,  of  liberty.  ]\\Iay  no  private \nviews,  nor  party  broils,  ever  enter  these  walls.\"  Heaven,  in  mercy, \nhowever,  otherwise  decreed,  and  to  the  permanence  of  republican  insti- \ntutions. When  the  royal  troops  evacuated  Boston,  there  was  left \nunremoved,  at  the  residence  of  Master  Lovell,  adjoining  the  public \n3* \n\n\n30  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nLatin  school  in  School-street,  the  coach  of  General  Gage,  whose  head- \nquarters were  at  the  Province  House,  together  with  a  phaeton  and \nharness  entire.  Moreover,  a  chariot  of  the  governor  waa  taken  out \nof  the  dock  on  Long  Wharf,  greatly  defaced.  He  was  a  warm  advo- \ncate for  the  crown,  and  embarked  with  the  British  troops  for  Halifax, \nwhen  they  evacuated  the  town,  March  14th,  1776.  We  find  no \nparticulars  of  his  history  at  Halifax,  where  he  died  in  1778.  In  the \ngallery  of  paintings  at  Harvard  College  is  his  portrait,  taken  by \nNathaniel,  son  of  John  Smybert,  who  came  to  this  country  in  1728, \nin  company  with  Bishop  Berkeley.  Judge  Cranch  once  remarked,  \"  I \nremember  that  one  of  his  first  portraits  was  the  picture  of  his  old \nmaster  Lovell,  drawn  while  the  terrific  impressions  of  the  pedagogue \nwere  yet  vibrating  upon  his  nerves.  I  found  it  so  perfect  a  likeness  of \nmy  old  neighbor,  that  I  did  not  wonder  when  my  young  friend  told \nme  that  a  sudden,  undesigned  glance  at  it,  had  often  made  him \nshudder.\" \n\nblaster  Lovell  was  a  contributor  to  the  Pietas  et  Gratulatio  Collegii \nCantabrigiensis,  etc.,  published  in  1761.  The  numbers  2,  25,  26, \nand  27,  are  ascribed  to  his  hand.  The  following  is  the  twenty-seventh \narticle  in  the  Pietas  : \n\n\"  While  Halley  views  the  heavens  with  curious  eyes, \nAnd  notes  the  changes  in  the  stormy  skies,  — \nWhat  constellations  'bode  descending  rains. \nSwell  the  proud  streams,  and  fertilize  the  plains,  — \nWhat  call  the  zephyrs  forth,  with  favoring  breeze \nTo  waft  Britannia's  fleets  o'er  subject  seas  ;  — \nIn  diiferent  orbits  how  the  planets  run, \nPieflecting  rays  they  borrow  from  the  sun  ;  — \nSudden,  a  distant  prospect  charms  his  sight,  — \nVenus  encircled  in  the  source  of  light ! \nWonders  to  come  his  ravished  thought  unfold, \nAnd  thus  the  Heaven-instructed  bard  foretold \nWhat  glorious  scenes,  to  ages  past  unknown. \nShall  in  one  summer's  rolling  months  be  shown. \nAuspicious  omens  yon  bright  I'egions  wear  ; \nEvents  responsive  in  the  earth  appear. \nA  golden  Phoebus  decks  the  rising  morn,  — \nSuch,  glorious  George  !  thy  youthful  brows  adorn  ; \nNor  sparkles  Venus  on  the  ethereal  plain. \nBrighter  than  Charlotte,  midst  the  virgin  train. \nThe  illustrious  pair  conjoined  in  nuptial  ties, \nBritannia  shines  a  rival  to  the  skies  !  '* \n\n\nJAMES  LOVELL.  31 \n\nMaster  Lovell  was  author,  also,  of  \"The  Seasons,  an  Interlocutory \nExercise  at  the  South  Latin  School,\"  spoken  at  the  annual  visitation, \nJune  26,  1765,  by  Daniel  Jones  and  Jonathan  Williams  Austin,  in \nwhich  the  latter  exclaims : \n\n\"  Happy  the  man,  when  age  has  spread \nIts  hoary  honors  on  his  head, \nWhose  mind,  on  looking  back,  surveys \nA  fruitful  life  and  well-spent  days. \nAs  on  the  verge  of  both  he  stands, \nBoth  worlds,  at  once,  his  view  commands  : \nSees  earth  unwished  for,  wished  for  skies,  — \nContented  lives,  and  joyful  dies.\" \n\nThe  British  troops  ascribed  their  repulse  at  the  battle  of  Bunker \nHill  to  the  folloAving  circumstance :  Directly  after  they  had  landed, \nit  was  discovered  that  most  of  the  cannon-balls  which  had  been \nbrought  over  were  too  large  for  the  pieces,  and  that  it  was  necessary \nto  send  them  back,  and  obtain  a  fresh  supply.  \"  This  wretched \nblunder  of  over-sized  balls,\"  says  Gen.  Howe,  \"arose  from  the  dotage \nof  an  officer  of  rank  in  the  ordnance  department,  who  spends  all  his \ntime  with  the  schoolmaster's  daughter.\"  It  seems  that  Col.  Cleveland, \nwho,  \"though  no  Samson,  must  have  his  Delilah,\"  was  enamored  of \nthe  beautiful  daughter  of  old  Master  Lovell,  and  in  order  to  win  favor \nwith  the  damsel,  had  given  her  younger  brother  an  appointment  in  the \nordnance,  for  which  he  was  not  qualified ;  and  Dr.  Jeffries  confirmed \nthis  relation.  This  error,  to  whatever  cause  it  might  have  been  owing, \ncreated  delay,  and  somewhat  diminished  the  efiect  of  the  British  fire \nduring  the  first  two  attacks.  A  tradition  exists  that  during  the  battle \nsuddenly  the  fire  of  the  British  artillery  ceases.  Gen.  Howe,  in  con- \nsternation, demands  the  reason.  \"  The  balls  are  too  large.\"  \"  Fatol \nerror!\"  says  Howe;  \"what  delusion  drives  Col.  Cleveland  to  pass  all \nhis  time  with  the  schoolmaster's  daughter,  instead  of  minding  hin \nbusiness?  Pour  in  grape  ! \"  The  forthcoming  allusion  to  this  affair \nappears  in  a  song  ascribed  to  a  British  soldier,  written  after  the  battle  : \n\n\"  Our  conductor,  he  got  broke \n\nFor  his  misconduct,  sure,  sir  ; \nThe  shot  he  sent  for  twelve-pound  guns, \n\nWere  made  for  twenty-four,  sir. \nThere  's  some  in  Boston  pleased  to  say. \n\nAs  we  the  field  were  taking, \n\n\n32  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nWe  went  to  kill  their  countrymen \n\n■While  they  their  hay  were  making. \nFor  such  stout  whigs  I  never  saw,  — \n\nTo  hang  them  all,  I  'd  rather. \nFor  making  hay  with  musket-balls \n\nAnd  buck-shot  mixed  together.\" \n\nWe  will  now  exhibit  the  outline  of  the  history  of  Master  James \nLovell,  who  was  born  at  Boston,  Oct.  31,  1737 ;  entered  the  public \nLatin  school  in  1744,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1756.  He \nbecame  the  usher  of  this  school  in  1757,  which  station  he  filled  until \nApril  19,  1775,  when  the  school  was  suspended  by  the  war.  He  was \nalso  master  of  the  North  Grammar,  now  the  Eliot  school.  The  Latin \nschool  was  revived,  Nov.  8,  1776.  He  married,  at  Trinity  Church, \nMary,  daughter  of  Alexander  Middleton,  a  native  of  Scotland,  Nov. \n24,  1760. \n\nOn  the  morning  before  the  town  committee  had  reached  his  resi- \ndence, to  invite  him  to  deliver  an  oration  on  the  massacre,  his  father \ntook  occasion,  at  the  breakfast-table,  according  to  the  tradition,  to \nadvise  him  not  to  accept  the  appointment,  as  his  inexperience  in  public \nmatters  was  not  equal  to  the  effort ;  nor  could  he  expect,  if  he  were, \nthat  the  undertaking  would  result  in  any  public  benefit,  or  personal \nadvantage  to  himself  \"Besides,  my  son,\"  said  the  old  gentleman, \n\"there  is  a  consideration  in  this  matter,  above  all  others:  there  is \ndanger  in  the  attempt,  —  your  hfe  will  be  in  jeopardy.\"  \"  Is  that  the \ncase,  father?\"  said  Lovell;  \"then  my  mind  is  decided;  my  resolu- \ntion is  fixed,  that  I  will  attempt  it  at  every  hazard !  \"  Whether  or  not \nthis  relation  be  fact,  it  was  perfectly  characteristic  of  the  man.  The \npeople  assembled  at  Faneuil  Hall  to  listen  to  the  young  orator,  when \nthe  throng  being  too  great,  the  audience  forthwith  adjourned  to  the \nOld  South  Church,  and  after  a  fervent  prayer  by  the  Rev.  Dr. \nChauncy,  an  oration  was  pronounced  by  James  Lovell,  that  received \n\"the  universal  acceptance  of  the  audience;\"  after  which,  the  thanks \nof  the  town  were  voted  him,  and  a  committee  appointed  to  request  a \ncopy  for  the  press.  He  remarked,  in  this  performance,  that  \"the \ndesio-n  of  this  ceremony  was  decent,  wise,  and  honorable.  Make  the \nbloody  fifth  of  March  the  era  of  the  resurrection  of  your  birthrights, \nwhich  have  been  m.urdered  by  the  very  strength  that  nursed  them  in \ntheir  infancy.\"  And  towards  the  close  of  the  oration,  he  remarks: \n\"Having  declared  myself  an   American  son   of  liberty,   of   true \n\n\nJAMES  LOVELL.  W& \n\ncharter  principles,  —  having  shown  the  critical  and  dangerous  situation \nof  our  birthrights,  and  the  true  course  for  speedy  redress,  —  I  shall \ntake  the  freedom  to  recommend  with  boldness  one  previous  step.  Let \nus  show  we  understand  the  true  value  of  what  we  are  claiming.*' \n\nMr.  Lovell  was  an  excellent  scholar,  and  of  famous  reputation ;  but \ndetraction,  ever  seeking  to  wound  those  most  esteemed,  frowned  its \nodious  visage  upon  him.  John  Adams  says,  in  his  diary,  under  date \nof  January  7,  1766  :  \"  Samuel  Waterhouse,  of  the  customs,  the  most \nnotorious  scribbler,  satirist,  and  libeller,  in  the  service  of  the  conspira- \ntors against  the  liberties  of  America,  made  a  most  malicious,  ungen- \nerous attack  upon  James  Lovell,  Jr.,  the  usher  of  the  grammar  school, \nas  others  had  attacked  him  about  idleness,  and  familiar  spirits,  and \nzanyship,  and  expectancy  of  a  deputation.\" \n\nThe  residence  of  James  Lovell,  during  the  Revolution,  was  on  the \nestate  where  Chapman  Hall  is  now  located,  and  his  family  witnessed \non  the  house-top  the  burning  of  Charlestown  during  the  battle  of \nBunker  Hill.  While  Mr.  Lovell  was  imprisoned  in  the  Boston  jail,  in \nQueen-street,  in  consequence  of  General  Howe  having  discovered  a \nprohibited  correspondence,  proving  his  adherence  to  the  Revolutionary \ncause,  his  devoted  wife  was  daily  accustomed  to  convey  his  food  to  the \nprison  door.  They  had  eight  sons,  and  one  daughter,  Mary,  who  was  ' \nmarried  to  Mark  Pickard,  a  merchant  of  Boston,  whose  daughter  was \nthe  wife  of  Rev.  Henry  Ware,  of  Harvard  College.  After  the  Revo- \nlution, Mr.  Lovell  resided  in  Hutchinson-street,  located  on  Sturgis- \nplace. \n\nAfter  the  battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  thirty-one  captives  were  impi'isoned \nin  Boston  jail,  among  whom  was  Mr.  Lovell,  who  wrote  a  pathetic \nletter  to  Washington,  dated  Provost's  Prison,  Boston,  Nov.  19.  1775, \nin  which  he  said:  \"Your  excellency  is  already  informed  that  the \npowers  of  the  military  government  established  in  this  town  have  been \nwantonly  and  cruelly  exercised  against  me,  from  the  29th  of  June  last. \nI  have  in  vain  repeatedly  solicited  to  be  brought  to  some  kind  of  trial \nfor  my  pretended  crimes.  In  answer  to  a  petition  of  that  sort,  pre- \nsented on  the  16th  of  October,  I  am  directed,  by  Col.  Balfour,  aid-de- \ncamp to  Gen.  Howe,  to  seek  the  release  of  Col.  Skene  and  his  soti, \nas  the  sole  means  of  my  enlargement. \n\n\"  This  proposition  appears  to  me  extremely  disgraceful  to  the  party \nfrom  Avhich  it  comes ;  and  a  compliance  with  it  pregnant  w^ith  danger- \nous consequences  to  my  fellow-citizens.     But,  while  my  own  spirit \n\n\n34  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nprompts  me  to  reject  it  directly  with  the  keenest  disdain,  the  impor- \ntunity of  my  distressed  wife,  and  the  advice  of  some  whom  I  esteem, \nhave  checked  me  down  to  a  consent  to  give  your  excellency  this  inform- \nation. I  have  the  fullest  confidence  in  your  wisdom,  and  I  shall  be \nperfectly  resigned  to  your  determination,  whatever  it  may  be.  I  must \nnot,  however,  omit  to  say,  that  should  you  condescend  to  stigmatize \nthe  proceeding  of  my  enemies  by  letter,  the  correction  might  work \nsome  change  in  favor  of  myself,  or  at  least  of  my  family;  which  must, \nI  think,  perish  through  want  of  fuel  and  provisions,  in  the  approach- \ning winter,  if  they  continue  to  be  deprived  of  my  assistance.\" \n\nMaster  Lovell  addressed  another  letter,  Dec.  6,  1775,  to  General \nWashington,  in  which  he  remarked  :  \"  Charged  with  being  a  spy,  and \ngiving  intelligence  to  the  rebels,  I  have  been  suffering  the  pains  and \nindignities  of  imprisonment  from  the  29th  of  June  last,  without  any \nsort  of  trial.  Capt.  Balfour,  aid-de-camp  to  Gen.  Ilowe,  some  time \nago  directed  Mrs.  Lovell  to  tell  me,  from  the  commander-in-chief,  that \nI  must  obtain  the  exchange  of  Col.  Skene  and  his  son,  as  the  only \ncx)ndition  of  my  enlargement ;  and  I  have  waited  weeks  in  a  vain  hope \nof  being  enabled  to  write  with  more  precision  to  your  excellency.  I \nhave  no  argument  but  of  a  private  nature  to  make  use  of,  upon  this \noccasion ;  and  it  is  addressed  to  your  excellency's  humanity,  which  I \nam  well  satisfied  will  attend  the  decision  of  your  wisdom.  I  myself \nam  reduced  to  such  a  risk  of  hfe,  and  my  family  to  such  miseries,  by \nmy  imprisonment,  as  to  make  both  objects  of  compassion  to  all  who  are \nnot  learnedly  barbarous  and  cruel.\" \n\nWashington  wrote  to  Hancock,  in  a  letter  dated  Jan.  30, 1776  :  \"  I \nshall,  in  obedience  to  the  order  of  Congress,  though  interdicted  by \nGen.  Howe,  propose  an  exchange  of  Col.  Skene  for  Mr.  Lovell  and \nhis  family ;  and  shall  be  happy  to  have  an  opportunity  of  putting  this \ndeserving  man,  who  has  shown  his  fidehty  and  regard  to  his  country \nto  be  too  great  for  persecution  and  cruelty  to  overcome,  in  any  post \nagreeable  to  his  wishes  and  inclinations.\"  Here  is  a  tribute  to  Lovell \nfrom  the  immortal  Washington,  of  greater  value  than  the  most \nrenowned  heraldry. \n\nMr.  Lovell  was  detained  in  prison,  regardless  of  the  intercession  of \nWashington,  until  the  British  army  evacuated  the  town,  when  he  was \nconveyed  to  Halifax,  where  he  was  kept  in  close  confinement.  Thus, \nAvhile  the  father  was  at  Halifax  an  honored  follower  of  the  crown,  the \nson  was  degraded  for  an  adherence  to  the  eagle.     His  family  were  pro- \n\n\nJAMES  LOVELL.  85 \n\ntected  by  the  respected  Dr.  Joseph  Gardner,  in  whose  dwelling  they \nresided, —  located  on  Marlboro' -street,  —  until  his  return  from  cap- \ntivity. :Mr.  Lovell  happened  to  be  doomed  to  the  same  prison  in \nwhich  the  famous  Col.  Ethan  Allen  was  confined,  with  several  other \nAmericans.  Alien  had  been  a  wanderer  during  his  captivity,  having \nbeen  first  sent  from  Montreal  to  England  in  irons,  and  then  trans- \nported back  to  Halifax,  by  way  of  Ireland  and  North  Carolina.  Mr. \nLovell  was  finally  exchanged  for  Gov.  Skene,  of  Ticonderoga,  on  Nov. \n1776,  and  arrived  in  Boston  on  the  30th  day,  by  way  of  New  York. \nThe  hardships  of  imprisonment  rather  impaired  his  intellect,  though \nits  power  was  never  dethroned.  There  was  a  deep  rancor  against \nMr.  Lovell,  when  in  Boston  jail,  for  having  publicly  repeated,  in  his \noration  on  the  massDcre,  what  the  royalists  had  taught  him  by  experi- \nence, \"that  slaves  eavy  the  freedom  of  others,  and  take  mahcious \npleasure  in  contributing  to  destroy  it;\" — being  a  citation  from  Black- \nstone.  And  another  matter  that  excited  prejudice  was  the  getting \npossession  of  a  note  written  to  one  going  to  Point  Shirley,  which  Gen. \nHowe  had  intercepted.  Consequently  he  was  closely  locked  up,  and \ndebarred  the  use  of  pen,  ink,  and  paper,  though  he  declared  his  inno- \ncence of  any  forbidden  correspondence. \n\nIn  Dec.  1776,  James  Lovell  was  elected  to  the  Continental  Con- \ngress, for  his  native  state.  On  the  third  of  May,  1778,  Mr.  Lovell \nwrote  to  Arthur  Lee  as  follows:  \"In  the  month  of  October,  1775,  I \nused  the  freedom  of  writing  to  you  from  Boston  prison,  by  a  Mr. \nWilliam  Powell,  who  had  also  in  charge  some  papers  to  enable  you  to \nstigmatize  the  mean  cruelties  of  Gage,  who  was  then  exulting  in  his \ncommand ;  but  the  papers  which  I  afterwards  sent  you  from  Halifax \njail,  by  an  amiable  lady,  afforded  proofs  of  scientific  barbarity  in \nHowe,  which  tended  to  obliterate  the  memory  of  what  I  had  endured \nunder  his  predecessor.  I  had  the  imagination,  at  that  time,  of  pur- \nsuing those  men  personally  to  Europe ;  but  when  I  heard  my  country- \nmen had  wisely  declared  independence,  I  felt  myself  instantly  repaid \nfor  all  my  losses  and  bodily  injuries.  I  will  not  endeavor  to  constrain \nyou  to  believe  that  I  am  governed,  at  this  day,  by  feelings  and \nmotives  of  the  most  laudable  patriotism.  I  am  not  anxious  to  disavow \na  degree  of  the  spirit  of  retaliation,  which  our  enemies  seem  to  have \nbeen  industrious  to  excite  ii>  us.  It  would  be  false  affectation  of \nuniversal  benevolence  to  say  I  lament  the  present  disgrace  of  Britain. \n\n\n36  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nWhether  she  mends  upon  it  or  not,  I  must  rejoice  at  it,  though  upoB \ndifferent  principles.\" \n\nIt  is  a  singular  coincidence  to  this  remark,  that  the  editor,  •while \nwriting  in  the  book-store  of  Drake  the  antiquarian,  had  his  attention \ndirected  to  a  passage  in  Boswell's  Johnson,  -which  Mr.  Drake  held  in \nhis  hand  at  the  moment,  where  Johnson,  in  conversing  with  Misa \nSeward,  says,  April  15th,  1778,  \"I  am  willing  to  love  all  mankind, \nexcept  an  American.\"  Miss  Seward,  looking  at  him  with  mild  and \nsteady  astonishment,  said,  \"  Sir,  this  is  an  instance  that  we  are  always \nmost  violent  against  those  we  have  injured.\" \n\nWe  find  in  the  London  Political  Register  for  1780  the  following \nsevere  remarks  on  the  character  of  Mr.  Lovell,  because  of  his  repub- \nlican course :  \"In  the  pockets  of  Warren,  the  rebel  commander,  killed \nat  Bunker  Hill,  were  found  letters  from  James  Lovell,  a  rebel  spy, \nstating  the  number  and  disposition  of  the  troops  in  Boston,  with  a \nvariety  of  other  information.  The  spy,  instead  of  being  sentenced  to \nthe  gallows  and  executed,  was  only  taken  up  and  detained  in  custody ; \nand  when  our  army  was  at  New  York,  he  was  discharged,  at  the \nrequest  of  some  of  the  rebel  chiefs.  The  deputy  commissary  of \nprisoners  saw  him  safely  on  board  the  cartel  ship,  and  laid  in  for  him \nthe  best  provisions  the  place  could  supply.  Lovell,  instead  of  being \ngrateful  for  this,  the  instant  he  landed  in  the  rebel  territory,  wrote \nthe  commissary  a  most  abusive  letter ;  and,  by  this  infamous  behavior, \nhaving  arrived  at  the  -summit  of  villany,  was,  in  the  opinion  of  the \nrebels  of  Massachusetts,  deemed  a  fit  person  to  represent  them  in  Con- \ngress ;  accordingly,  as  soon  as  he  set  his  foot  in  Boston,  he  was  chosen \none  of  their  delegates  to  Congress.  The  rebel  spies  and  prisoners \ntaken  by  our  troops  have  been  always  treated  with  a  lenity  nearly \nakin  to  folly ;  the  rebels  never  imputed  it  to  our  humanity,  but  to  our \ntimidity  and  dread  of  them.\" \n\nThe  Political  Register  quotes  a  passage  from  an  intercepted  letter \nof  Mr.  Lovell,  dated  Philadelphia,  Nov.  20,  1780,  addressed  to  Mr. \nGerry,  in  which  he  said :  \"  Is  it  not  time  to  pay  a  visit  to  Massachu- \nsetts ?  Does  my  wife  look  as  if  she  wanted  a  toothless,  grayheaded, \nsciatic  husband  near  her  1  I  am  more  benefit  to  her  at  a  distance \nthan  in  conjunction,  as  the  almanac  has  it.\" \n\nIn  1784  Mr.  Lovell  was  appointed  receiver  of  Continental  taxes, \nand  during  the  confederacy  of  1788  and  '89  he  was  the  collector  for \n\n\nDR.    BENJAMIN   CHURCH.  37 \n\nthe  port  of  Boston.     He  was  the  naval  officer  of  Boston  from  1790 \nuntil  his  decease,  at  Windham,  Maine,  July  14, 1814. \n\nMr.  Lovcll  published  several  tracts.  In  1760  he  delivered  an \noration  in  Latin,  to  the  memory  of  the  venerable  Henry  Flint,  who \nwas  fifty-five  years  a  tutor  of  Harvard  College.  In  1808,  Propaga- \ntion of  Truth,  or  Tyranny  Anatomized ;  Sketches  of  Man  as  He  is, \nconnected  with  the  Past  and  Present  Mode  of  Education ;  A  Letter \nto  the  President  of  the  United  States,  supposed  by  the  writer  to  be \nfitted  specially  for  the  Age  and  Courage  of  the  Young  Federal  Repub- \nlicans of  Boston,  and  also  to  be  calculated  generally  to  promote  the \ncomfort  of  all  gray-headed  as  well  as  green-headed  free  citizens  every- \nwhere :  dated,  July  4,  1805. \n\n\nDR.   BENJAMIN    CHURCH. \n\nMARCH  5, 1773.  ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nDr.  Benjamin  Church  was  a  son  of  Deacon  Benjamin  Church, \nof  Mather  Byles'  church,  in  Boston;  and  was  born  at  Newport,  R.  I., \nAug.  24,  1734.  He  entered  the  Latin  school  in  1745,  and  graduated \nat  Harvard  College  in  1754.  He  was  a  student  in  the  London  Med- \nical  College,  and  walked  the  hospitals,  daily  visiting  all  the  wards. \nHe  married  Miss  Hannah  Hill,  of  Ross,  in  Herefordshire,  a  sister  of \nhis  early  friend,  a  young  student  in  London.  He  returned  to  Boston, \nand  had  Benjamin,  who  married  a  lady  of  London,  and  became  a \nsurgeon  in  the  British  army ;  James  Miller,  born  1759  ;  Sarah, \nborn  1761,  who  married  Benjamin  Weld,  a  tory  refugee ;  Hannah, \nborn  1764,  Avho  married  William  Kirkly,  a  merchant  of  London,  and \nhad  sixteen  children.  It  is  to  a  descendant  of  this  branch  that  the \neditor  is  indebted  for  information. \n\nDr.  Church  was  the  surgeon  who  examined  the  body  of  Crispus \nAttucks,  killed  by  the  British  soldiers  in  the  massacre  of  1770  ;  and \nhis  deposition  is  printed  in  the  narrative  of  the  town.     He  was  the \n\n\n88  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nfirst  Grand  Master  of  the  Rising  Sun  Lodge,  instituted  in  1772.  Dr. \nChurch  pronounced  the  oration  on  the  massacre,  at  the  Old  South;  and \n80  vast  was  the  throng  of  people  to  hear  it,  that  the  orator,  and  John \nHancock,  the  moderator  of  this  adjourned  town-meeting,  were  obliged  to \nbe  taken  in  at  a  window.  It  was  received  \"with  universal  applause,\" \nand  directly  after  its  delivery  the  people  unanimously  requested  a  copy \nfor  the  press.  Dr.  Eliot  says  of  it,  that  \"  it  is  certainly  one  of  the \nvery  best  of  the  Boston  orations.\"  He  had  genius  and  taste,  and  was \nan  excellent  writer  in  poetry  and  prose,  consisting  mostly  of  essays  of \na  witty  and  philological  nature,  which  are  scattered  in  newspapers \nand  publications  almost  obsolete. \n\nOn  the  evening  after  the  delivery  of  this  oration,  the  lantern \nexhibition  appeared  from  Mrs.  Clapham's  balcony,  in  King-street;  and \nin  one  of  the  chamber  windows  was  inscribed  the  following  impas- \nsioned effusion : \n\n\"  Canst  thou,  spectator,  view  this  crimsoned  scene. \nAnd  not  reflect  what  these  sad  portraits  mean  ? \nOr  can  thy  slaughtered  brethren's  guiltless  gore \nRevenge,  in  vain,  from  year  to  year  implore  ? \nAsk  not  where  Preston  or  his  butchers  are  ! \nBut  ask,  who  brought  those  bloody  villains  here  ? \nNever  for  instruments  forsake  the  cause, \nNor  spare  the  wretch  who  would  subvert  the  laws  ! \nThat  ruthless  fiend,  who,  for  a  trifling  hire. \nWould  murder  scores,  or  set  a  town  on  fire, \nCompared  with  him  who  would  a  land  enslave, \nAppears  an  inconsiderable  knave. \nAnd  shall  the  first  adorn  the  fat.al  tree. \nWhile,  pampered  and  caressed,  the  last  goes  free  ? \nForbid  it,  thou  whose  eye  no  bribe  can  blind, \nNor  fear  can  influence,  nor  favor  bind  ! \nThy  justice  drove  one  murderer  to  despair  ; \nAnd  shall  a  number  live  in  riot  here  ? \nLive  and  appear  to  glory  in  the  crimes \nWhich  hand  destruction  down  to  future  times  ? \nYes,  ye  shall  live  !  but  live  like  branded  Cain, \nIn  daily  dread  of  being  nightly  slain  ; \nAnd  when  the  anxious  scene  on  earth  is  o'er. \nYour  names  shall  stink  till  time  shall  be  no  more  !  \" \n\nWe  cannot  restrain  the  desire  to  present  the  peroration  of  the \noration  so  much  applauded  :  \"By  Heaven,  they  die  !  Thus  nature \nspoke,  and  the  swollen  heart  leaped  to  execute  the  dreadful  purpose. \nDire  was  the  interval  of  rage,  —  fierce  was  the  conflict  of  the  soul.    In \n\n\nDR.  BENJAMIN   CHURCH.  39 \n\nthat  important  hour,  did  not  the  stalking  ghosts  of  our  stern  fore- \nfathers point  us  to  bloody  deeds  of  vengeance  7  Did  not  the  con- \nsideration of  our  cxpii'ing  hberties  impel  us  to  remorseless  havoc? \nBut,  hark !  the  guardian  God  of  New  England  issues  his  awful  man- \ndate, —  Peace,  be  still !     Hushed  was  the  burstina^  war ;  the  lowering \n\n7  7  O  '  O \n\ntempest  frowned  its  rage  awaj.  Confidence  in  that  God,  beneath \nwhose  wing  we  shelter  all  our  cares,  —  that  blessed  confidence  released \nthe  dastard,  the  cowering  prey;  with  haughty  scorn  we  refused  to \nbecome  their  executioners,  and  nobly  gave  them  to  the  wrath  of \nHeaven.  But  words  can  poorly  paint  the  horrid  scene.  Defenceless, \nprostrate,  bleeding  countrymen,  —  the  piercing,  agonizing  groans,  — \nthe  mingled  moan  of  weeping  relatives  and  friends,  —  these  best  can \nspeak,  to  rouse  the  hike- warm  into  noble  zeal.  —  to  fire  the  zealous  into \nmanly  rage  against  the  foul  oppression  of  quartering  troops  in  pop- \nulous cities  in  times  of  peace.\" \n\nThere  is  but  one  sentence  in  this  admired  production  that  could  bo \nconstrued  in  the  least  degree  to  indicate  the  fear  that  this  vigorous \nmind  would  ever  forsake  the  cause  of  injured  humanity,  wherein  he \nsays,  \"  The  constitution  of  England  I  revere  to  a  degree  of  idolatry.\" \nThis,  however,  is  directly  quahfied.  for  he  continues,  \"but  mj  attach- \nment is  to  the  common  weal.  The  magistrate  will  ever  command  mj \nrespect  by  the  integrity  and  wisdom  of  his  administrations.\" \n\nDr.  Church  was  a  Boston  representative,  a  member  of  the  Provin- \ncial Congress  in  1774,  and  physician-general  to  the  patriot  army  in \ntliat  year. \n\nAbout  the  year  1768,  Dr.  Church  erected  an  elegant  mansion  at \nRaynham,  on  the  side  of  Nippahonsit  pond,  \"  allured,  perhaps,\"  says \nDr.  Allen,  '\"by  the  pleasures  of  fishing.\"  Probably  it  was  thus  that \nhe  created  a  pecuniary  embarrassment,  which  led  to  his  defection  from \nthe  cause  of  his  country.  A  letter  written  in  cipher,  to  his  brother \nin  Boston,  was  intrusted  by  him  to  a  young  woman,  with  whom  he  was \nsaid  to  be  living  in  crime.  The  mysterious  letter  was  found  upon  her ; \nbut,  the  doctor  having  opportunity  to  speak  to  her,  it  was  only  by  the \nforce  of  threats  that  the  name  of  the  writer  was  extorted  from  her. \nIt  was  for  some  time  diflScult  to  find  any  person  capable  of  decipher- \ning Dr.  Church's  letter,  but  at  length  it  was  effected  by  Rev.  Dr. \nSamuel  West,  of  New  Bedford.  When  Washington  charged  him  with \nhis  baseness,  he  never  attempted  to  vindicate  himself \n\nWashington  stated,  in  a  letter  to  Hancock,  dated  Cambridge,  Oct.  5, \n\n\n40  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n1775:  \"  I  have  now  a  painful,  though  a  necessary  duty  to  perform, \nrespecting  Dr.  Church,  director-general  of  the  hospital.  About  a \n■week  ago,  Mr.  Secretary  Ward,  of  Providence,  sent  up  to  nie  one \nWainwood,  an  inhabitant  of  Newport,  with  a  letter  directed  to  Major \nCane,  in  Boston,  in  characters  ;  which,  he  said,  had  been  left  with \nWainwood  some  time  ago,  by  a  woman  who  was  kept  by  Dr.  Church. \nShe  had  before  pressed  Wainwood  to  take  her  to  Capt.  Wallace,  at \nNewport,  Mr.  Dudley  the  collector,  or  George  Rowe,  which  he \ndeclined.  She  then  gave  him  a  letter,  with  a  strict  charge  to  deliver \nit  to  either  of  those  gentlemen.  He,  suspecting  some  improper  cor- \nrespondence, kept  the  letter,  and  after  some  time  opened  it :  but,  not \nbeing  able  to  read  it,  laid  it  up,  where  it  remained  until  he  received  an \nobscure  letter  from  the  woman,  expressing  an  anxiety  after  the  original \nletter.  He  then  communicated  the  whole  matter  to  Mr.  Ward,  who \n.sent  him  up  with  the  papers  to  me.  I  immediately  secured  the \n\"woman ;  but  for  a  long  time  she  was  proof  against  every  threat  and \npersuasion  to  discover  the  author.  However,  at  length  she  was \nbrought  to  a  confession,  and  named  Dr.  Church.  I  then  immediately \nsecured  him,  and  all  his  papers.  Upon  his  first  examination,  he  readily \nacknowledged  the  letter ;  said  it  was  designed  for  his  brother  Fleming, \nand  when  deciphered  would  be  found  to  contain  nothing  criminal. \nHe  acknowledged  his  never  having  communicated  the  correspondence  to \nany  person  here,  but  the  girl,  and  made  many  protestations  of  the \npurity  of  his  intentions.  Having  found  a  person  capable  of  decipher- \ning the  letter,  I,  in  the  mean  time,  had  all  his  papers  searched,  but \nfound  nothing  criminal  among  them.  But  it  appeared,  on  inquiry, \nthat  a  confidant  had  been  among  the  papers  before  my  messenger \narrived.' \n\nWe  select  this  passage  from  Dr.  Church's  intercepted  letter:  \"For \nthe  sake  of  the  miserable  convulsed  empire,  repeal  the  acts,  or  Britain \nis  undone.  This  advice  is  the  result  of  warm  affection  to  my  king \nand  the  realm.     Remember,  I  never  deceived  you.\" \n\nHe  was  convicted  by  court-martial,  Oct.  3,  1775,  of  which  Wash- \nington was  president,  \"of  holding  a  criminal  correspondence  with  the \nenemy.\"'  He  was  imprisoned  at  Cambridge.  On  Oct.  27,  he  was \ncalled  to  the  bar  of  the  House  of  Representatives,  and  examined.  His \ndefence  before  the  house,  printed  in  the  Historical  Collections,  was  a \nspecimen  of  brilliant  talents  and  great  ingenuity.  That  the  letter  was \ndesigned  for  his  brother,  but,  not  being  sent,  he  had  communicated  no \n\n\nDR.    BENJAMIN   CHURCH.  41 \n\nintelligence :  that  there  was  nothing  in  the  letter  hut  notorious  facts : \nthat  his  exaggerations  of  the  American  force  could  only  be  designed \nto  favor  the  cause  of  liberty  :  and  that  the  object  was  purely  patriotic. \n\"Confirmed,\"  said  he,  \"in  assured  innocence,  I  stand  prepared  for \nyour  keenest  searchings.  The  warmest  bosom  here  does  not  flame  with \na  brighter  zeal  for  the  security,  happiness,  and  liberties,  of  America.\" \nHe  was  expelled  from  the  house ;  and  the  Continental  Congress  after- \nwards resolved  that  he  should  be  confined  in  jail  in  Connecticut,  and \n\"debarred  the  use  of  pen,  ink,  and  paper.\"  He  was  afterwards \nallowed  to  occasionally  ride  out,  under  a  trusty  guard.  Madam \nAdams,  in  alluding  to  the  treachery  of  Dr.  Church,  remarked  at \nthat  time:  \"You  may  as  well  hope  to  bind  up  a  hungry  tiger  with \na  cobweb,  as  to  hold  such  debauched  patriots  in  the  visionary  chains \nof  decency,  or  to  charm  them  with  the  intellectual  beauty  of  truth \nand  reason.\"  His  residence,  in  Boston,  was  at  the  south  corner  of \nAvon-place.  Dr.  Thatcher  says,  \"There  were  not  a  fcAV  among  the \nmost  respectable  and  intelligent  in  the  community  who  expressed \nstrong  doubts  of  a  criminal  design  in  his  conduct.\"  Our  readers, \nhowever,  need  only  to  examine  the  statement  of  Paul  Revere,  in  the \nsucceeding  paragraphs,  to  have  their  minds  satisfied  of  his  treacherous \nconduct.  It  appears  in  a  letter  to  Rev.  Dr.  John  Eliot,  corresponding \nsecretary  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society,  dated  Boston,  Jan. \n1,  1798:  \"In  the  M  of  1774,  and  winter  of  1775,  I  was  one  of \nupwards  of  thirty,  chiefly  mechanics,  who  formed  ourselves  into  a \ncommittee,  for  the  purpose  of  watching  the  movements  of  the  British \nsoldiers,  and  gaining  every  intelligence  of  the  movements  of  the  tories. \nWe  held  our  meetings  at  the  Green  Dragon  Tavern.  We  were  so  care- \nful that  our  meetings  should  be  kept  secret,  that  every  time  we  met, \nevery  person  swore  upon  the  Bible  that  they  would  not  discover  any \nof  our  transactions,  but  to  Hancock,  Adams,  Drs.  Warren,  Church, \nand  one  or  two  more.  About  November,  when  things  began  to  grow \nserious,  a  gentleman  who  had  connections  with  the  tory  party,  but \nwas  a  whig  at  heart,  acquainted  me  that  our  meetings  were  discovered, \nand  mentioned  the  identical  words  that  were  spoken  among  us  the \nnight  before.  We  did  not  then  distrust  Dr.  Church,  but  supposed  it \nmust  be  some  one  among  us.  We  removed  to  another  place,  which \nwe  thought  was  more  secure ;  but  here  we  found  that  all  our  transac- \ntions were  communicated  to  Gov.  Gage.     This  came  to  me  through \n\nthe  then  secretary,  Flucker.     He  told  it  to  the  gentleman  mentioned \n\n4* \n\n\n42  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nabove.  It  was  then  a  common  opinion  that  there  was  a  traitor  in  the \nProvincial  Congress,  and  that  Gage  was  possessed  of  all  their  secrets. \nDr.  Church  appeared  to  be  a  high  son  of  liberty.  He  frequented  all \nthe  places  where  they  met ;  was  encouraged  by  all  the  leaders  of  the \nsons  of  liberty ;  and  it  appeared  he  was  respected  by  them,  though  I \nknew  that  Dr.  Warren  had  not  the  greatest  respect  for  him.  Though \nit  was  known  that  some  of  the  liberty  songs  which  he  composed  were \nparodized  by  him  in  favor  of  the  British,  yet  none  dare  charge  him \nwith  it.  I  was  a  constant  and  critical  observer  of  him,  and  I  must \nsay  that  I  never  thought  him  a  man  of  principle,  and  I  doubted  much, \nin  my  own  mind,  whether  he  was  a  real  whig.  I  knew  that  he  kept \ncompany  with  a  Capt.  Price,  a  half-pay  British  officer ;  and  that  he \nfrequently  dined  with  him  and  Robinson,  one  of  the  commissioners. \nI  know  that  one  of  his  intimate  acquaintance  asked  him  why  he  was \ngo  often  with  Robinson  and  Price.  His  answer  was,  that  he  kept \ncompany  with  them  on  purpose  to  find  out  their  plans.  The  day  after \nthe  battle  of  Lexington,  I  met  him  in  Cambridge,  when  he  shew  me \nsome  blood  on  his  stocking,  which,  he  said,  spirted  on  him  from  a  man \nwho  was  killed  near  him,  as  he  was  urging  the  militia  on.  I  well \nremember  that  I  argued  with  myself,  if  a  man  will  risk  his  life  in  a \ncause,  he  must  be  a  friend  to  that  cause ;  and  I  never  suspected  him \nafter,  till  he  was  charged  with  being  a  traitor. \n\n\"  The  same  day,  I  met  Dr.  Warren.  He  was  president  of  the \nCommittee  of  Safety.  He  engaged  me  as  a  messenger  to  do  the  out- \nof-doors  business  for  the  committee,  which  gave  me  an  opportunity  of \nbeing  frequently  with  them.  The  Friday  evening  after,  about  sunset, \nI  was  sitting  with  some  or  near  all  that  committee,  in  their  room, \nwhich  was  at  Mr.  Hastings'  house,  in  Cambridge.  Dr.  Church,  all  at \nonce,  started  up.  '  Dr.  Warren,'  said  he,  '  I  am  determined  to  go \ninto  Boston  to-morrow.'  It  set  them  all  a  staring.  Dr.  Warren \nreplied,  '  Are  you  serious,  Dr.  Church?  They  will  hang  you,  if  they \ncatch  you  in  Boston.'  He  replied,  'I  am  serious,  and  am  determined \nto  go,  at  all  adventures.'  After  a  considerable  conversation,  Dr.  War- \nren said,  '  If  you  are  determined,  let  us  make  some  business  for  you.' \nThey  agreed  that  he  should  go  to  get  medicine  for  their  and  our \nwounded  officers.  He  went  the  next  morning,  and  I  think  he  came \nback  on  Sunday  evening.  After  he  had  told  the  committee  how \nthings  were,  I  took  him  aside,  and  inquired  particularly  how  they \ntreated  him.      He  said,  that  '  as  soon  as  he  got  to  their  lines,  on \n\n\nDR.    BENJAMIN   CHURCH.  43 \n\nBoston  Neck,  they  made  him  a  prisoner,  and  carried  him  to  Gen. \nGage,  where  he  was  examined ;  and  then  he  was  sent  to  Gould's  bar- \nracks, and  was  not  suffered  to  go  hOme  but  once.  After  he  was  taken \nup  for  holding  a  correspondence  with  the  British,  I  came  across  Dea. \nCaleb  Davis.  We  entered  into  conversation  about  him.  He  told  me \nthat  the  morning  Church  went  into  Boston,  he  (Davis)  received  a \nbillet  for  Gen.  Gage ;  —  (he  then  did  not  know  that  Church  was  in \ntown.)  When  he  got  to  the  general's  house,  he  was  told  the  general \ncould  not  be  spoke  with,  —  that  he  was  in  private  with  a  gentleman ; \nthat  he  waited  near  half  an  hour,  when  Gen.  Gage  and  Dr.  Church \ncame  out  of  a  room,  discoursing  together  like  persons  who  had  been  long \nacquainted.  He  appeared  to  be  quite  surprised  at  seeing  Dea.  Davis \nthere ;  that  he  (Church)  went  where  he  pleased,  while  in  Boston,  only \na  Major  Caine,  one  of  Gage's  tools,  went  with  him.  I  was  told  by \nanother  person,  whom  I  could  depend  upon,  that  he  saw  Church  go  into \nGen.  Gage's  house  at  the  above  time ;  that  he  got  out  of  the  chaise \nand  went  up  the  steps  more  like  a  man  that  was  acquainted  than  a \nprisoner. \n\n\"  Some  time  after,  —  perhaps  a  year  or  two,  —  I  fell  in  company \nwith  a  gentleman  who  studied  with  Church.  In  discoursing  about  him, \nI  related  what  I  have  mentioned  above.  He  said  he  did  not  doubt  that \nhe  was  in  the  interest  of  the  British,  and  that  it  was  he  Avho  informed \nGen.  Gat^e :  that  he  knew  for  certain  that,  a  short  time  before  the \nBattle  of  Lexington,  —  for  he  then  lived  with  him,  and  took  care  of  hia \nbusiness  and  books,  —  he  had  no  money  by  him,  and  was  much  drove \nfor  money;  that,  all  at  once,  he  had  several  hundred  new  British \nguineas;  and  that  he  thought  at  the  time  where  they  came  from.\" \n\nWhen  released  from  his  imprisonment  in  Norwich  jail,  Conn.,  May, \n1776,  he  set  sail  from  Boston  for  London,  —  some  say  for  the  West \nIndies ;  and,  according  to  a  family  tradition,  the  vessel  was  Avrecked \nnear  the  Boston  Light-house,  and  all  on  board  perished.  Our  prin- \ncipal authorities  state,  however,  that  after  he  left  Boston  he  was  never \nheard  from.     His  family  was  pensioned  by  the  crown. \n\nWe  cannot  conclude  this  article  before  introducing  an  incident. \nCol.  Revere  was  the  first  President  of  the  Massachusetts  Mechanics' \nCharitable  Association,  and  a  copper-plate  engraver.  In  the  year \n1768,  the  Legislature  of  Massachusetts  voted  to  send  a  circular  letter \nto  the  several  Provinces,  on  the  alarming  state  of  this  country,  and \ninviting  a  convention  to  oppose  a  taxation  without  the  consent  of  the \n\n\n44  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON    OKATORS. \n\nrepresentatives  of  the  people.  The  king  directed  Governor  Bernard \nto  demand  that  the  said  vote  be  rescinded  and  obUterated.  A  vote  was \npassed,  June  30, 1768,  not  to  conform  to  it,  seventeen  members  only \nvoting  in  favor  of  it,  and  ninety-two  in  the  negative.  The  seventeen \nmembers  were  stigmatized  with  the  name  of  Rescinders,  and  treated \nwith  contempt.  Paul  Revere  engraved  a  caricature,  entitled  \"A  Warm \nPlace  —  Hell.\"  The  delineation  was  a  pair  of  monstrous  open  jaws, \nresembling  those  of  a  shark,  with  flames  issuing ;  and  Satan,  with  a \nlarge  pitchfork,  driving  the  seventeen  Rescinders  into  the  flames, \nexclaiming,  \"Now  I've  got  you!  A  fine  haul,  by  Jove!\"  As  a \nreluctance  is  shown  by  the  foremost  man  at  entering,  who  is  supposed \nto  represent  the  lion.  Timothy  Ruggles,  afterward  a  brigadier-general \nof  Worcester  county,  another  devil  is  drawn,  with  a  fork,  flying \ntowards  him,  and  crying  out,  \"  Push  on,  Tim !  \"  Over  the  upper \njaw  is  seen,  in  the  back-ground,  the  cupola  of  the  Province-house, \nwith  the  Indian  and  bow  and  arrow,  the  arms  of  the  Province,  where \nwas  the  residence  of  the  governor.  When  Revere  was  engaged  in \nexecuting  this  caricature,  Dr.  Benj.  Church  came  into  his  ofiice,  and \nseeing  what  he  was  about,  took  a  pen  and  wrote  the  following  hnes  aa \nan  accompaniment : \n\n*•  On,  brave  Rescinders  I  to  yon  yawning  cell,  — \nSeventeen  such  miscreants  sure  will  startle  hell. \nThere  puuy  villains,  damned  for  petty  sin, \nOn  such  distinguished  scoundrels  gaze  and  grin  ; \nThe  outdone  Devil  will  resign  his  sway,  — \nHe  never  curst  liis  millions  in  a  day.\" \n\n\nJOSEPH  WARREN,    M.   D.  45 \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,   M.   D. \n\nMARCH  5, 1773.   ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nThe  name  of  Warren  appears  on  the  Roll  of  Battle  Abbey,  as \nbeing  of  those  engaged  in  the  Battle  of  Hastings,  under  William  the \nConqueror,  Oct.  14,  1066.  It  appears  also  in  Doomsday  Book,  pub- \nhshed  in  1081.  William  de  Warrene,  the  first  of  the  name  according \nto  Duncan's  Dukes  of  Normandy,  related  to  Duke  William  on  the  side \nof  his  mother,  who  Avas  niece  to  the  Duchess  Gouner,  took  his  name \nfrom  the  fief  of  Varenne,  or  Warrene,  in  the  district  of  St.  Aub-in-le- \nCauf  Warrene  received  from  the  Conqueror  two  hundred  and  ninety- \neight  manors,  and  in  1073  he  was  adjoined  to  Richard  de  Bienfaitc \nas  Grand  Justiciary  of  England.  He  was  created  Earl  of  Surrey,  by \nWilham  Rufus,  in  1089,  and  died  shortly  afterwards.  He  was  buried \nin  the  Abbey  of  Lewes,  in  Sussex,  which  he  had  founded. \n\nThe  ancestry  of  General  Joseph  Warren  has  long  been  a  subject  of \ndoubtful  speculation,  as  it  could  not  be  traced  to  the  ancient  families \neither  of  Plymouth  or  Watertown.  After  careful  research,  Ave  believe \nit  traceable  to  the  public  records  of  Boston.  Doubtless  the  ancestor  of \nthis  family  was  Peter  Warren,  a  mariner,  Avho,  according  to  Suffolk \nDeeds,  purchased  an  estate  of  Theodore  Atkinson,  of  Boston,  March \n8,  1659,  \"  situated  on  the  south  side  of  Boston,  next  the  water-side, \nopposite  and  against  Dorchester  Neck.\"  This  was  a  part  of  ancient \nMattapan,  now  South  Boston.  On  his  decease,  he  gave  his  dwelling- \nhouse  and  land  to  his  widow  Esther,  for  and  during  her  natural  life,  in \ncase  she  continue  a  widow,  and  not  otherwise.  In  case  she  happen  to \nmarry  again,  the  estate  should  revert  to  his  son  Joseph ;  or,  at  her \ndecease,  if  a  widow,  he  bequeathed  the  same  to  him.  He  married \nthree  times,  and  died  at  Boston,  Nov.  15,  1704,  aged  76  years.  His \nwill  is  in  Suffolk  Probate.  His  son  Joseph,  according  to  Suffolk  Deeds, \nconveyed,  April  15, 1714,  this  estate  to  Henry  Hill,  distiller,  for  eighty \npounds,  with  the  reserve,  that  his  widowed  mother  Esther  should  have \na  life  occupancy,  and  profits  and  benefits  of  the  same.  It  was  located \nin  Boston,  at  the  south  part  of  the  town,  and  bounded  southerly  at \nthe  front  by  Essex-street,  fifty-seven  feet ;  westerly  by  the  land  of \n\n\n46  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nIsaac  Goose,  eighty-one  feet ;  northerly  hy  the  land  of  Henry  Cole, \nthirty-one  feet ;  easterly  by  the  land  of  Whitman,  eighty-four  feet ;  — \nwith  the  buildings,  wells,  water-courses,  &c.  A  distillery  has  long \nbeen  located  on  this  estate,  bounded  by  South-street,  and  is  improved \nby  William  E.  French.  This  was  doubtless  the  ancestral  residence. \nWe  find  no  conveyance  of  real  estate  to  Peter  Warren  at  any  other \nperiod. \n\nSarah,  the  first  wife  of  Peter  Warren,  was  admitted  to  the  Old \nSouth  Church,  by  dismission.  May  22,  1670.  His  second  wife,  Han- \nnah, was  received  in  the  same  church,  by  dismission  also,  April  30, \n1675 ;  and  his  third  wife,  Esther,  was  admitted  to  that  church,  also \nby  dismission,  Oct.  11,  1687. \n\nThe  baptisms  of  the  children  are  on  the  records  of  the  Old  South \nChurch,  and  correspond  with  the  births  on  the  records  of  Boston,  as \nfollows :  Peter  Warren  married  Sarah,  a  daughter  of  Robert  Tucker, \nof  Dorchester,  Aug.  1,  1660,  by  whom  he  had  John,  born  Sept.  8, \n1661 ;  Joseph,  born  Feb.  19,  1662;  Benjamin,  born  July  25,  1665; \nEhzabeth,  born  Jan.  4,  1667;  Robert,  born  Dec.  14, 1670  ;  Ebenezer, \nborn  Feb.  11,  1672;  Peter,  born  April  20,  1676;  Hannah,  by  his \nwife  Hannah,  born  May  19,  1680 ;  Mary,  born  Nov.  24,  1683 ; \nRobert,  born  Dec.  24,  1684. \n\nJose})h,  the  second  son  of  Peter,  who,  according  to  Suffolk  Deeds, \nwas  a  housewright,  married  Deborah,  a  daughter  of  Samuel  Wilhams, \nof  Roxbury,  where  he  settled,  and  had  eight  children ;  among  whom \nwas  Joseph,  born  Feb.  2, 1696.  He  died  at  Roxbury,  July  13, 1729, \naged  QQ ;  and  this  corresponds  with  the  Boston  record  of  his  birth. \nHis  will  was  proved  August  1st  of  that  date. \n\n/  Joseph,  Jr.,  son  of  Joseph  of  Roxbm-y,  married  Mary,  daughter  of \nDr.  Samuel  Stevens,  of  that  town,  May  29,  1740.  He  is  named,  on \nSuffolk  Probate,  as  \"gentleman.\"  He  was  a  respectable  farmer,  and \nwas  the  first  person  who  cultivated  an  apple,  with  a  fine  blush  on  one \nside,  famous  as  the  Warren  Russet.  The  Boston  News-Letter  thus \nrelates  the  tale  of  his  decease,  in  a  note  dated  Roxbury,  Oct.  25, 1755: \n\n\"  On  Wednesday  last  a  sorrowful  accident  happened  here.  As  Mr. \nJoseph  Warren,  of  this  town,  was  gathering  apples  from  a  tree,  standing \nupon  a  ladder  at  a  considerable  distance  from  the  ground,  he  fell  from \nthence,  broke  his  neck,  and  expired  in  a  few  moments.  He  was \nesteemed  a  man  of  good  understanding,  industrious,  upright,  honest, \nand  faithful,  —  a  serious,  exemplary  Chi'istian,  a  useful  member  of \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,   M.    D.  47 \n\nsociety.     Ho  was  generally  respected  amongst  us,  and  his  death  is \nuniversally  lamented.\" \n\nJoseph,  3d,  a  son  of  Joseph,  Jr.,  was  born  at  Roxbury,  June  11, \n1741.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College,  1759,  and  was  a  public- \nschool  teacher  at  Roxbury,  in  17G0.  The  old  mansion  in  which  ho \nwas  born  has  been  demohshcd,  and  an  exact  model  of  it,  made  partly \nof  the  original  materials,  is  retained  in  the  family  of  Dr.  Brown,  who \nmarried  a  daughter  of  Dr.  John  Warren.  A  painting  of  the  estate \nis  in  the  family  of  Dr.  John  C.  Warren.  An  elegant  stone  building \nhas  been  erected  on  the  location.  The  inscriptions  herewith  are  chis- \neled on  the  front  side  of  the  second  story  of  the  edifice ;  that  on  the \nright  hand  is  as  follows  : \n\n\"  On  this  spot  stood  the  house  erected  in  1720  by  Joseph  Warren,  of \nBoston,  remarkable  for  being  the  birthplace  of  General  Joseph  War- \nren, his  grandson,  who  was  killed  at  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  June \n17,  1775.\"  The  inscription  on  the  left  hand  is  as  follows:  \"John \nWarren,  a  distinguished  physician  and  anatomist,  was  also  born  here. \nThe  original  mansion  being  in  ruins,  this  house  was  built  by  John  C. \nWarren,  M.  D.,  in  1846,  son  of  the  last  named,  as  a  permanent \nmemorial  of  the  spot.\"  The  estate  is  in  Warren-street,  on  Warren- \nplace,  opposite  St.  James' -street. \n\nWarren  was\"  ever  remarkable  for  fearless  intrepidity.  When  at \ncollege,  some  of  his  classmates  were  engaged  in  a  merriment  which \nthey  knew  Warren  would  not  approve,  and  adopted  a  plan  to  prevent \nhis  attendance.  They  fastened  the  door  of  the  apartment,  which  was \nin  the  upper  story  of  a  college  building.  Warren,  finding  that  he \ncould  not  get  in  at  the  door,  and  perceiving  that  there  was  an  open \nwindow,  determined  to  efiect  his  entrance  by  that  way,  from  the  roof. \nHe  accordingly  ascended  the  stairs  to  the  top  of  the  building,  and,  getting \nout  upon  the  roof,  let  himself  down  to  the  eaves,  and  thence,  by  the \naid  of  a  spout,  to  a  level  with  the  open  window,  through  which  ho \nleaped  into  the  midst  of  the  conspirators.  The  spout,  which  was  of \nwood,  was  so  much  decayed  by  time,  that  it  fell  to  the  ground  as \nWarren  relaxed  his  hold  upon  it.  His  classmates,  hearing  the  crash, \nrushed  to  the  window,  and  when  they  perceived  the  cause,  loudly  con- \ngratulated him  upon  the  escape.  He  coolly  remarked  that  the  spout \nhad  retained  its  position  just  long  enough  to  serve  his  purpose ;  and. \nwithout  further  notice  of  the  accident,  proceeded  to  remonstrate  with \n\n\n48  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthem  on  the  mischief  they  intended  to  perpetrate,  which  had   the \ndesired  effect. \n\nIn  the  period  of  the  Revolution  a  gallows  \"was  erected  on  the  Neck, \nnear  Roxbury,  for  the  public  execution  of  criminals.  One  day,  when \nhe  was  passing  the  spot,  he  met  three  British  officers,  one  of  whom \ncalled  to  him,  saying,  \"Go  on,  Warren;  you  will  soon  come  to  the \ngallows !  \"  It  was  very  evident  they  meant  to  insult  him,  as  they \nburst  into  a  loud  laugh  as  soon  as  it  was  uttered.  Warren  was  not  a \nman  to  submit  to  an  insult  from  any  one,  least  of  all  from  them.  He \nimmediately  turned  back,  Avalked  up  to  them,  and  calmly  requested  to \nknow  which  of  them  had  thus  addressed  him.  Not  one  of  them  had \nthe  courage  to  avoAv  his  insolence.  Finding  he  could  obtain  no  answer, \nhe  at  last  left  them,  ashamed  of  themselves  and  each  other,  but  pleased \nto  escape  so  easily.  This  is  related  on  the  authority  of  Dr.  John  C. \nWarren. \n\nGen.  Warren  resided  several  years  in  Boston,  on  the  location  of \nthe  present  American  House,  nearly  opposite  Elm-street.  Wired \nskulls,  from  his  anatomical  room,  were  discovered,  in  excavating  the \nearth,  about  the  year  1835.  He  was  a  member  of  Rev.  Dr.  Cooper's \nchurch,  in  Brattle -street,  and  his  pew  was  located  opposite  the  old \nsouthern  door,  in  the  body  of  the  house,  which  he  selected  for  the  pre- \nvention of  disturbance,  when  abruptly  called  on  for  medical  aid. \n\nThe  late  Governor  Eustis,  who  was,  in  1774,  a  student  of  medicine \nunder  Warren,  relates  that,  in  returning  to  his  dwelling,  he  passed \nseveral  British  officers  in  Queen-street,  among  whom  Avas  Col.  Wol- \ncott,  who  subsequently  became  notorious  for  a  paltry  insult,  in  address- \ning General  Washington  as  \"Mr.  Washington,\"  in  a  letter  on  the \nsubject  of  prisoners ;  and,  as  the  friends  of  Warren  were  then  con- \nstantly expecting  that  some  attempt  would  be  made  to  seize  him  by \nthe  regulars,  Eustis  stated  the  circumstance,  and  advised  him  not  to \nleave  the  house.  Warren  replied,  \"  I  have  a  visit  to  make  to  a  lady  in \nCornhill,  this  evening,  and  I  will  go  at  once;  come  with  me.*'  He \nthen  put  his  pistols  in  his  pocket,  and  they  Avent  out.  They  passed \nseveral  British  officers,  Avithout  molestation  from  them.  It  was  ascer- \ntained, the  next  day,  that  they  were  watching  for  two  pieces  of  cannon \nwhich  had  been  removed  by  some  Bostonians,  of  which  a  relation  is \ngiven  in  the  outline  of  John  Hancock.  Warren,  having  his  spirit \nfretted,  one  day,  by  some  of  the  taunts  frequently  uttered  by  British \nofficers,  exclaimed,  \"  These  fellows  say  we  won't  fight.     By  heavens ! \n\n\nJOSEPH    WARREN,    M.    D.  49 \n\n\nI  hope  I  shall  die  up  to  my  knees  in  blood  !  \"     This  was  spoken  but  a \nfew  weeks  before  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill. \n\nGen.  Warren  married  Elizabeth,  a  daughter  of  the  late  Dr.  Richard \nHooton,  of  Boston,  Sept.  6,  1764.  Their  children  were  Joseph,  who \ngraduated  at  Harvard  College,  in  1786, — died  single  in  1790 ;  Richard, \nwho  died  at  twenty-one  years  of  age ;  Elizabeth,  who  was  the  wife  of \nGen.  Arnold  Welles;  and  Mary,  wife  of  Judge  Newcomb,  of  Greenfield, \nwho  died  Feb.  7,  1826.  Their  son  Joseph  Warren  Newcomb.  coun- \nsellor at  Springfield,  has  two  children,  the  last  living  descendants.  The \nthree  younger  children  of  Gen.  Warren  were  for  a  period  under  the \ncare  of  Miss  Mercy  Scollay,  of  Boston,  a  lady  to  whom  he  was  betrothed \nfor  a  second  wife.  His  wife  died  April  29, 1773,  aged  twenty-six  years. \nThis  impressive  tribute  to  the  virtues  of  his  lamented  partner  appeared \nin  the  Boston  Gazette  of  that  year : \n\n\"If  fading  lilies,  when  they  droop  and  die, \nRobbed  of  each  charm  that  pleased  the  gazing  eye. \nWith  sad  regret  the  grieving  mind  inspire. \nWhat,  tlien,  when  virtue's  brightest  lamps  expire? \nEthereal  spirits  see  the  systems  right, \nBut  mortal  minds  demand  a  clearer  sight. \nIn  spite  of  reason's  philosophic  art, \nA  tear  must  fall  to  indicate  the  heart. \nCould  reason's  force  disarm  the  tyrant  foe, \nOr  calm  the  mind  that  feels  the  fatal  blow. \nNo  clouded  thought  had  discomposed  the  mind \nOf  him  whom  Heaven  ordained  her  dearest  friend. \nGood  sense  and  modesty  with  virtue  crowned \nA  sober  mind,  when  fortune  smiled  or  frowned  ; \nSo  keen  a  feeling  for  a  friend  distressed. \nShe  could  not  bear  to  see  a  worm  oppressed. \nThese  virtues  fallen  enhance  the  scene  of  woe, \nSwell  the  big  drops  that  scarce  confinement  know. \nAnd  force  them  down  in  copious  showers  to  flow. \nBut  know,  thou  tyrant  Death,  thy  force  is  spent,  — \nThine  arm  is  weakened,  and  thy  bow  unbent. \nSecured  from  insults  of  your  guilty  train \nOf  marshalled  slaves,  inflict  disease  and  pain, \nShe  rides  triumphant  on  the  aerial  course, \nTo  land  at  pleasure's  inexhausted  source  ; \nCelestial  Genii  line  the  heavenly  way. \nAnd  guard  her  passage  to  the  realms  of  day. ' ' \n\nGen.  Warren,  in  the  year  1766,  addressed  the  following  letter  to \nthe  Rev.  Edmund  Dana,  a  graduate  of  Harvard  College  in  1759,  who \n\n5 \n\n\n50  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nbecame  the  Rector  of  Wroxeter,  Salop,  in  England,  where  he  died \nin  1823,  and  was  a  brother  of  Judge  Francis  Dana.  This  letter \npassed  into  the  care  of  his  grandson,  Thomas  Oatlej,  Esq.,  of  Bishton \nHall,  Salop,  and  has  recently  been  brought  to  this  country  by  Edmund \nTrowbridge  Hastings,  Esq.,  a  relative  of  the  Dana  family.  It  is  a \nprecious  relic,  as  presenting  a  view  of  the  state  of  feeling  in  New \nEngland  in  relation  to  the  odious  Stamp  Act. \n\n''Boston,  Nero  England,  March  19,  1766. \n\n\"  Dear  Sir  : — I  have  not  had  the  pleasure  of  a  line  from  you  since \nyou  left  this  country.  I  wrote  to  you  soon  after  I  knew  of  your  arrival \nin  England,  and  I  have  not  at  any  time  been  negligent  in  inquiring \nconcerning  you,  whenever  an  opportunity  presented.  I  have,  with \ngreat  satisfiction,  heard  of  that  agreeable  life  which  you  lead  amidst \nall  the  gayeties  and  diversions  of  that  jovial  city,  London;  but  I \nreceived  a  peculiar  pleasure  from  the  intelligence  Avhich  I  have  lately \nhad  of  your  happy  marriage  with  a  lady  of  noble  birth,  and  every \naccomplishment,  both  natural  and  acquired.  Accept  the  sincerest \nwishes  of  your  long  absent  (but  I  hope  not  forgotten)  friend,  that  you \nmay  long  enjoy,  with  your  charming  consort,  that  unequalled  happi- \nness which  must  arise  from  an  union  of  persons  so  amiable. \n\n\"  Perhaps  it  may  not  be  disagreeable  at  this  time  to  hear  something \nof  the  present  state  of  your  native  country.  Never  has  there  been  a \ntime,  since  the  first  settlement  of  America,  in  which  the  people  had  so \nmuch  reason  to  be  alarmed,  as  the  present.  The  whole  continent  is \ninflamed  to  the  highest  degree.  I  believe  this  country  may  be \nesteemed  as  truly  loyal  in  their  principles  as  any  in  the  universe ;  but \nthe  strange  project  of  levying  a  stamp  duty,  and  of  depriving  the  peo- \nple of  the  privilege  of  trials  by  juries,  has  roused  their  jealousy  and \nresentment.  They  can  conceive  of  no  liberty  Avhere  they  have  lost \nthe  power  of  taxing  themselves,  and  where  all  controversies  between \nthe  crown  and  the  people  are  to  be  determined  by  the  opinion  of  one \ndependent ;  and  they  think  that  slavery  is  not  only  the  greatest  mis- \nfortune, but  that  it  is  also  the  greatest  crime  (if  there  is  a  possibility \nof  escaping  it).  You  are  sensible  that  the  inhabitants  of  this  country \nhave  ever  been  zealous  lovers  of  their  civil  and  religious  liberties.  For \nthe  enjoyment  of  these,  they  fought  battles,  left  a  pleasant  and  pop- \nulous country,  and  exposed  themselves  to  all  the  dangers  and  hardships \nin  this  new  world;  and  their  laudable  attachment!  to  freedom  has  hith- \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,   M.   D.  51 \n\n^0  been  transmitted  to  their  posterity.  Moreover,  in  all  new  coun- \ntries (and  especially  in  this,  which  was  settled  by  private  adventurers), \nthere  is  a  more  equal  division  of  property  amongst  the  people ;  in  con- \nse(juence  of  which,  their  influence  and  authority  must  be  nearly  equal, \nand  every  man  will  think  himself  deeply  interested  in  the  support  of \npu])lic  liberty.  Freedom  and  equality  is  the  state  of  nature;  but \nslavery  is  the  most  unnatural  and  violent  state  that  can  be  conceived \nof,  and  its  approach  must  be  gradual  and  imperceptible.  In  many  old \ncountries,  where,  in  a  long  course  of  years,  some  particular  families \nhave  been  able  to  acquire  a  very  large  share  of  property,  from  which \nmust  arise  a  kind  of  aristocracy,  —  that  is,  the  power  and  authority \nof  some  persons  or  families  is  exercised  in  proportion  to  the  decrease \nof  the  independence  and  property  of  the  people  in  general ;  —  had \nAmerica  been  prepared  in  this  manner  for  the  Stamp  Act,  it  might \nperhaps  have  met  with  a  more  favorable  reception ;  but  it  is  absurd  to \nattempt  to  impose  so  cruel  a  yoke  on  a  people  who  are  so  near  to  the \nstate  of  original  equality,  and  who  look  upon  their  liberties  not  merely \nas  arbitrary  grants,  but  as  their  unalienable,  eternal  rights,  purchased \nby  the  blood  and  treasure  of  their  ancestors,  —  which  liberties,  though \ngranted  and  received  as  acts  of  favor,  could  not,  without  manifest \ninjustice,  have  been  refused,  and  cannot  now,  or  at  any  time  hereafter, \nbe  revoked.  Certainly,  if  the  connection  was  rightly  understood, \nGreat  Britain  would  be  convinced  that,  without  laying  arbitrary  taxCvS \nupon  her  colonies,  she  may  and  does  reap  such  advantages  as  ought  to \nsatisfy  her.  Indeed,  it  amazes  the  more  judicious  people  on  this  side \nthe  water,  that  the  late  minister  was  so  unacquainted  with  the  state  of \nAmerica,  and  the  manners  and  circumstances  of  the  people ;  or,  if  he \nwas  acquainted,  it  still  surprises  them  to  find  a  man,  in  his  high  station, \nso  ignorant  of  nature,  and  of  the  operations  of  the  human  mind,  as \nmadly  to  provoke  the  resentment  of  millions  of  men  who  would  esteem \ndeath,  with  all  its  tortures,  preferable  to  slavery.  Most  certainly,  in \nwhatever  light  the  Stamp  Act  is  viewed,  an  uncommon  want  of  policy  is \ndiscoverable.  If  the  real  and  only  motive  of  the  minister  was  to  raise \nmoney  from  the  colonies,  that  method  should  undoubtedly  have  been \nadopted  which  was  least  grievous  to  the  people.  Instead  of  this,  the \nmost  unpopular  that  could  be  imagined  is  chosen.  If  there  was  any \njealousy  of  the  colonies,  and  the  minister  designed  by  this  act  more  effect- \nually to  secure  their  dependence  on  Great  Britain,  the  jealousy  was  first \ngroundless.  But  if  it  had  been  founded  on  good  reasons,  could  any- \nthing have  been  worse  calculated  to  answer  this  purpose  ?     Could  not \n\n\n52  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  ministei-  have  found  out,  either  from  history  or  from  his  ovm \nobservation,  that  the  strength  of  any  country  depended  on  its  being \nunited  within  itself  7  Has  he  not,  by  this  act,  brought  about  what  the \nmost  zealous  colonist  never  could  have  expected  ?  The  colonies,  until \nnow,  were  ever  at  variance,  and  foohshly  jealous  of  each  other.  They \nare  now,  by  the  refined  policy  of  Mr.  George  Grenville,  united  for \ntheir  common  defence  against  what  they  believe  to  be  oppression  ;  nor \nwill  they  soon  forget  the  weight  which  this  close  union  gives  them. \nThe  impossibility  of  accounting  in  any  other  way  for  the  imposition  of \nthe  stamp  duty  has  induced  some  to  imagine  that  the  minister  designed \nby  this  act  to  force  the  colonies  into  a  rebellion,  and  from  thence  to \ntake  occasion  to  treat  them  with  severity,  and,  by  mihtary  power, \nreduce  them  to  servitude.  But  this  supposes  such  a  monstrous  degree \nof  wickedness,  that  charity  forbids  us  to  conclude  him  guilty  of  so  black \na  villany.  But,  admitting  this  to  have  been  his  aim  (as  it  is  known \nthat  tyrannical  ministers  have  at  some  time  embraced  even  this  hellish \nmeasure  to  accomplish  their  cursed  designs),  should  he  not  have  con- \nsidered that  every  power  in  Europe  looks  with  envy  on  the  colonies \nwhich  Great  Britain  enjoys  in  America  7  Could  he  suppose  that  \\  the \npowerful  and  politic  France  would  be  restrained  by  treaties,  when  so \nfair  an  opportunity  oifered  for  the  recovery  of  their  ancient  possessions  1 \nAf  least,  was  he  so  ignorant  of  nature  as  not  to  know  that  when  the \nrage  of  the  people  is  raised  by  oppre&sioi^  to  such  a  height  as  to  break \nout  in  rebellion,  any  new  alliance  would  be  preferred  to  the  miseries \nwhich  a  conquered  country  must  necessarily  expect  to  suffer  7  And \nwould  no  poAver  in  Europe  take  advantage  of  such  an  occasion  1  And, \nabove  all,  did  he  not  knoAV  that  his  royal,  benevolent  master,  when  he \ndiscovered  his  views,  would  detest  and  punish  him  ?  But  whatever \nwas  proposed  by  the  Stamp  Act,  of  this  I  am  certain,  that  the  regard \nwhich  the  colonies  still  bear  to  His  Majesty  arises  more  from  an \nexalted  idea  of  His  Majesty's  integrity  and  goodness  of  heart  than \nfrom  any  prudent  conduct  of  his  late  minister. \n\n\"  I  have  written,  sir,  much  more  than  I  intended  when  I  first  sat \ndown,  but  I  hope  you  will  pardon  my  prolixity  upon  so  important  a \nsubject. \n\n\"  I  am,  sir,  your  most  sincere  friend  and  humble  servant, \n\n\"Joseph  Warren. \n•'  To  Mr.  Edmund  Dana. \n\n\"  P.  S.  I  hope  for  the  favor  of  a  line  from  you,  the  first  opportu- \nnity.\" \n\n\nJOSEPH   WAKREN\",    M.    D.  53 \n\nGen.  Warren  published  tlu'ee  highly  spirited  articles,  in  the  Boston \nGazette,  originated  by  the  exercise  of  the  arbitrary  powers  of  Gov. \nBernard,  in  negativing  councilloi-s  elected  by  the  representatives;  and \nfurther,  for  severe  censures  on  leading  members  of  the  house,  unjustly \nexpressed  in  letters  addressed  to  Lord  Shelburae,  the  king's  minister \nof  state,  \"vvho,  in  reply,  unequivocally  sanctioned  his  measures,  and  also \nexpressed  displeasure  that  the  house  should  object  to  the  lieutenant- \ngovernor,  who  was  not  a  member  of  the  council,  taking  a  seat  in  that \nbody.  In  the  first  of  these  articles,  Warren's  quotation  from  Roches- \nter excited  the  ire  of  Bernard,  who  sent  a  message  to  the  house,  and \nanother  to  the  council,  declaring  the  article  hbellous,  and  calling  it  to \ntheir  serious  consideration.  The  council  pronounced  it  an  insolent  and \nlicentious  attack,  and  that  the  author  deserved  punishment.  The  house \nexpressed  a  different  opinion,  and  that  the  liberty  of  the  press  is  a \ngreat  bulwark  of  the  liberty  of  the  people.  There  were  fifty-six  in \nthe  affirmative,  to  eighteen  in  the  negative.  It  was  introduced  to  the \ngrand  jury,  who  would  not  find  a  bill  of  indictment.  As  these  are  all \nof  the  political  newspaper  productions  of  Warren  that  we  have  discov- \nered, and  as  they  are  strongly  characteristic  of  his  energy  of  charac- \nter, they  are  here  presented  entire.  Bradford,  in  his  History  of  Mas- \nsachusetts, not  appearing  to  be  aware  that  Warren  was  the  .author, \nremarks  of  the  first  communication,  that  it  was  \"a  very  scurrilous \npiece.\"  Pemberton,  Dorr,  and  Rees,  in  the  Cyclopedia,  ascribe  them \nto  him.  Hutchinson  alludes  to  it  as  \"  a  most  abusive  piece  against  the \ngovernor.\" \n\nFrom  Boston  Gazette,  Feb.  29,  1768. \n\n\"  Messrs.  Edes  k  Gill, \n\n\"  Please  insert  the  following : \n\n\"May  it  please  your .     We  have  for  a  long  time  known  your \n\nenmity  to  this  province.  We  have  had  full  proof  of  your  cruelty  to  a \nloyal  people.  No  age  has  perhaps  furnished  a  more  glaring  instance \nof  obstinate  perseverance  in  the  path  of  mahce  than  is  now  exhibited \n\nin  your .     Could  you  have  reaped  any  advantage  from  injuring \n\nthis  people,  there  would  have  been  some  excuse  for  the  manifold  abuses \nwith  which  you  have  loaded  them.  But  when  a  diabohcal  thirst  for \nmischief  is  the  alone  motive  of  your  conduct,  you  must  not  wonder  if \nyou  are  treated  with  open  dislike ;  for  it  is  impossible,  how  much \nsoever  we  endeavor  it,  to  feel  any  esteem  for  a  man  like  you.  Bad \nas  the  world  may  be,  there  is  yet  in  every  breast  something  which \n5* \n\n\n54  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\npoints  out  the  good  man  aa  an  object  worthy  of  respect,  and  marks \nthe  guileful,  treacherous  man-hater,  for  disgust  and  infamy. \n\n\"  Nothing  has  ever  been  more  intolerable  than  your  insolence  on  a \nlate  occasion,  Avhen  you  had,  by  your  Jesuitical  insinuations,  induced \na  worthy  minister  of  state  to  form  a  most  unfavorable  opinion  of  the \nprovince  in  general,  and  some  of  the  most  respectable  inhabitants  in \nparticular.  You  had  the  effrontery  to  produce  a  letter  from  his  lord- \nship, as  a  proof  of  your  success  in  calumniating  us.  Surely  you \nmust  suppose  we  have  lost  all  feeling,  or  you  would  not  dare  thus \ntauntingly  to  display  the  trophies  of  your  slanders,  and  upbraidingly \nto  make  us  sensible  of  the  inexpressible  misfortunes  which  you  have \nbrought  upon  us.  But  I  refrain,  lest  a  full  representation  of  the  hard- \nships suffered  by  this  too  long  insulted  people  should  lead  them  to  an \nunAvarrantable  revenge.  We  never  can  treat  good  and  patriotic  rulers \nwith  too  great  reverence.  But  it  is  certain  that  men  totally  aban- \ndoned to  wickedness  can  never  merit  our  regard,  be  their  stations  ever \n80  high. \n\n'If  such  men  are  by  God  appointed, \nThe  devil  may  be  the  Lord's  anointed.' \n\n\"  A  True  Patriot.\" \n\n\nFrom  Boston  Gazette,  March  7,  1768. \n\n\"  Messrs.  Edes  &  Gill, \n\n\"  Please  to  insert  the  following  : \n\n\"  My  first  performance  has,  by  a  strange  kind  of  compliment,  been \nby  some  applied  to  his  excellency  Gov.  Bernard.  It  is  not  for  me  to \naccount  for  the  construction  put  upon  it.  Every  man  has  a  right  to \nmake  his  own  remarks,  and  if  he  satisfies  himself,  he  will  not  displease \nme.  I  will,  however,  inform  the  public  that  I  have  the  most  sacred \nregard  to  the  characters  of  all  good  m-n,  and  would  sooner  cut  my \nhand  from  my  body  than  strike  at  the  reputation  of  an  honest  member \nof  the  community.  But  there  are  circumstances,  in  which  not  justice \nalone,  but  humanity  itself,  obliges  us  to  hold  up  the  villain  to  view, \nand  expose  his  guilt,  to  prevent  his  destroying  the  innocent.  AVhoever \nhe  is  whose  conscience  tells  him  he  is  not  the  monster  I  have  por- \ntraited,  may  rest  assured  I  did  not  aim  at  him ;  but  the  person  who \nknows  the  black  picture  exhibited  to  be  his  own,  is  welcome  to  take  it \nto  himself  The  imputation  of  disaffection  to  the  king  and  the  govern- \nment, brought  against  me  by  His  Majesty's  Council,  I  shall  answer \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,    M.    D.  55 \n\n\nonly  by  a  quotation  from  the  paper  -whicli  they  have  been  pleased  to \ncensure,  where  I  say,  '  We  can  never  treat  good  and  patriotic  rulers \nwith  too  great  reverence.'  In  which  sentence  I  hope  the  honorable \nboard  will  not  say  I  have  omitted  to  declare  my  sentiments  of  the  duty \nwhich  every  good  subject  owes  to  his  present  majesty,  and  all  worthy \nsubordinate  magistrates ;  and  I  flatter  myself  that  the  sentiments  of \nthe  board  coincide  with  mine.  If  they  do  not,  I  must  dissent  from \nthem.  Their  charge  of  profaneness,  I  humbly  apprehend,  was  occa- \nsioned by  their  forcing  a  sense  upon  the  two  last  lines  totally  different \nfrom  what  I  intended  they  should  convey.  My  design  was  to  compare \nwicked  men,  and  especially  wicked  magistrates,  to  those  enemies  to \nmankind,  the  devils ;  and  to  intimate  that  the  devils  themselves  might \nboast  of  divine  authority  to  seduce  and  ruin  mankind,  with  as  much \nreason  and  justice  as  wicked  rulers  can  pretend  to  derive  from  God,  or \nfrom  his  word,  a  right  to  oppress,  harass,  and  enslave  their  fellow- \ncreatures.  The  beneficent  Lord  of  the  universe  delights  in  viewing \nthe  happiness  of  all  men.  And  so  far  as  civil  government  is  of  divine \ninstitution,  it  was  calculated  for  the  greatest  good  of  the  whole  com- \nmunity ;  and  whenever  it  ceases  to  be  of  general  advantage,  it  ceasea \nto  be  of  divine  appointment,  and  the  magistrates  in  such  a  community \nhave  no  claim  to  that  honor  which  the  Divine  Legislator  has  assigned \nto  magistrates  of  his  election.  I  hope  the  honorable  board  will  not \ncondemn  a  man  for  expressing  his  contempt  for  the  odious  doctrines \nof  divine  hereditary  right  in  princes,  and  of  passive  obedience,  which \nhe  thinks  dishonorary  to  Almighty  God,  the  common  and  impartial \nFather  of  the  species,  and  ruinous  both  to  kings  and  subjects ;  and \nwhich,  if  adhered  to.  would  dethrone  his  present  majesty,  and  destroy \nthe  British  nation.  The  honorable  board  is  humbly  requested  to \nexamine  whether  the  above  is  not  the  most  natural  and  obvious  sense \nof  the  quoted  lines.  Certainly,  when  I  read  them,  I  thought  it  tho \nonly  sense ;  and  I  shall  think  myself  very  unhappy  in  my  readers, \nshould  they  generally  put  that  construction  upon  them  which  the \nhonorable  board  have  been  pleased  to  adopt. \n\n•'  I  shall,  at  all  times,  write  my  sentiments  with  freedom,  and  with \ndecency  too,  —  the  rules  of  which  I  am  not  altogether  unacquainted \nwith.  While  the  press  is  open,  I  shall  publish  whatever  I  think  con- \nducive to  general  emolument ;  when  it  is  suppressed,  I  shall  look  upon \nmy  country  as  lost,  and,  with  a  steady  fortitude,  expect  to  feel  the \ngeneral  shock.  A   TiiuE   Patriot.\" \n\n\n.'JO\"  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nFrom  Boston  Gazette,  March  14,  1768. \n\n•'  Messrs.  Edes  &  Gill. \n\n\"Please  insert  the  following: \n\n\"  With  pleasure  I  hear  the  general  voice  of  this  people  in  favor  of \nfreedom  ;  and  it  gives  uie  solid  satisf^iction  to  find  all  orders  of  unplaced, \nindependent  men,  firmly  determined,  as  far  as  in  them  lies,  to  support \ntheir  own  rights  and  the  liberty  of  the  press.  \"The  honorable  House \nof  Representatives  have  showed  themselves  resolute  in  the  cause  of \njustice.  -The  Grand  Jurors  have  convinced  us  that  no  influence  is \nable  to  overcome  their  attachment  to  their  country,  and  our  free  consti- \ntution. They  deserve  honor.  But  this  is  one  of  those  cases  in  which, \nby  doing  as  they  have  done,  they  really  merit  praise ;  yet  the  path \nwas  so  plain,  that  to  have  done  otherwise  would  have  rendered  them \nindeed ! \n\n'•While  this  people  know  their  true  interest,  they  will  be  able  to \ndistinguish  their  friends  from  their  enemies  ;  and,  with  uniform  cour- \nage, will  defend  from  tyrannic  violence  all  those  who  generously  offer \nthemselves  volunteers  in  the  cause  of  truth  and  humanity.  But  if \never  a  mistaken  complaisance  leads  them  to  sacrifice  their  privileges,  or \nthe  well-meaning  asscrtors  of  them,  they  will  deserve  bondage,  and \nsoon  will  find  themselves  in  chains. \n\n\"Every  society  of  men  have  a  clear  right  to  refute  any  unjust  asper- \nsions upon  their  characters,  especially  when  they  feel  the  ill  effects  of \nsuch  aspersions ;  and,  though  they  may  not  pursue  the  slanderer  from \nmotives  of  revenge,  yet  are  obliged  to  detect  him,  that  so  he  may  be \nprevented  from  injuring  them  again.  This  province  has  been  most \nbarbarously  traduced,  and  now  groans  under  the  weight  of  those  mis- \nfortunes which  have  been  thereby  brought  upon  it.  We  have  detected \nsome  of  the  authors ;  we  will  zealously  endeavor  to  deprive  them  of \nthe  power  of  injuring  us  hereafter.  We  will  strip  the  serpents  of  their \nstings,  and  consign  to  disgrace  all  those  guileful  betrayers  of  their \ncountry.  There  is  but  one  way  for  men  to  avoid  being  set  up  as \nobjects  of  general  hate,  which  is  —  not  to  deserve  it. \n\n\"A   True   Patriot.\" \n\nIn  the  Diary  of  John  Adams,  it  is  stated  that  he  was  frequently \nsolicited  to  attend  the  town-meetings,  in  1768,  after  the  British  troops \nhad  arrived  in  Boston,  and  harangue  there,  which  was  constantly \nrefused ;  and  Dr.  Warren  the  most  frequently  urged  him  to  this,  and \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,    M,   D.  57 \n\nhis  reply  to  him  always  was,  \"  That  way  madness  lies.\"  The  symp- \ntoms of  our  great  friend  Otis,  at  that  time,  suggested  to  Warren  a \nsufficient  comment  on  those  words,  at  which  he  always  smiled,  and \nsaid,  '•  It  was  true.\" \n\nGen.  Warren  once  said  of  John  Adams,  that  he  thought  he  was \nrather  a  cautious  man,  but  he  could  not  say  he  was  ever  a  trimmer. \nWhen  he  spoke  at  all,  he  always  spoke  his  sentiments. \n\nHutchinson  remarks,  in  his  history,  under  date  of  1772,  that  \"Mr. \nAdams  had  been  pressed  to  pronounce  the  oration  upon  the  Boston \nMassacre,  but  declined  it;  and  Dr.  Warren,  whose  popularity  was \nincreasing,  undertook  it.  Though  he  gained  no  great  applause  for  his \noratorical  abilities,  yet  the  fervor,  which  is  the  most  essential  part  of \nsuch  compositions,  could  not  fail  of  its  effect  upon  the  minds  of  the \ngreat  concourse  of  people  present.\"  It  was  delivered  in  the  Old \nSouth  Church.  We  will  select  a  passage  from  this  performance,  Avith \none  remark  of  wonder  and  admiration,  —  that  he  could  have  the  courage \nto  express  such  opinions  in  the  presence  of  a  British  governor,  amid \nthe  glare  of  royal  bayonets.  Here  is  reasoning  of  greater  value  than \nsplendid  declamation : \n\n\"  I  would  ask  Avhcther  the  members  of  the  British  House  of  Com- \nmons are  the  democracy  of  this  province?  If  they  are,  they  are \neither  the  people  of  this  province,  or  are  elected  by  the  people  of  this \nprovince  to  represent  them,  and  have  therefore  a  constitutional  right \nto  originate  a  bill  for  taxing  them.  It  is  most  certain  they  are  neither, \nand  therefore  nothing  done  by  them  can  be  said  to  be  done  by  the \ndemocratic  branch  of  our  constitution.  I  would  next  ask,  whether  the \nlords,  who  compose  the  aristocratic  branch  of  the  legislature,  are  peers \nof  America  ?  I  never  heard  it  was,  even  in  these  extraordinary  times, \nso  much  as  pretended  ;  and  if  they  are  not,  certainly  no  act  of  theirs \ncan  be  said  to  be  the  act  of  the  aristocratic  branch  of  our  constitution. \nThe  power  of  the  monarchic  branch,  we  with  pleasure  acknowledge, \nresides  in  the  king,  who  may  act  either  in  person  or  by  his  represent- \native ;  and  I  freely  confess  that  I  can  see  no  reason  why  a  proclama- \ntion for  raising  money  in  America,  issued  by  the  king's  sole  authority, \nwould  not  be  equally  consistent  with  our  own  constitution,  and  there- \nfore equally  binding  upon  us,  with  the  late  acts  of  the  British  Parlia- \nment for  ta.xing  us,  —  for  it  is  plain,  that,  if  there  is  any  validity  in \nthose  acts,  it  must  arise  altogether  from  the  monarchical  branch  of  the \nlegislature.     And  I  further  think  that  it  would  be  at  least  as  equita- \n\n\n68  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nble ;  for  I  do  not  conceive  it  to  be  of  the  least  importance  to  us  by \nwhom  our  property  is  taken  away,  so  long  as  it  is  taken  without  our \nconsent.  And  I  am  very  much  at  a  loss  to  know  by  what  figure  of \nrhetoric  the  inhabitants  of  this  province  can  be  called  free  subjects, \nwhen  they  are  obliged  to  obey  implicitly  such  laws  as  are  made  for \nthem  by  men  three  thousand  miles  off,  whom  they  know  not,  and  whom \nthey  never  have  empowered  to  act  for  them ;  or  how  they  can  be  said \nto  have  property,  Avhen  a  body  of  men,  over  whom  they  have  not  the \nleast  control,  and  who  are  not  in  any  way  accountable  to  them,  shall \noblige  them  to  deliver  up  any  part  or  the  Avhole  of  their  substance,  with- \nout even  asking  their  consent :  and  yet,  whoever  pretends  that  the  late \nacts  of  the  British  Parliament  for  taxin'r  America  ought  to  be  deemed \nbinding  upon  us,  must  admit  at  once  that  we  are  absolute  slaves, \nand  have  no  property  of  our  own,  —  or  else  that  we  may  be  freemen, \nand  at  the  same  time  under  a  necessity  of  obeying  the  arbitrary \ncommands  of  those  over  whom  we  have  no  control  or  influence ;  and \nthat  we  may  have  property  of  our  own  which  is  entirely  at  the  disposal \nof  another.  Such  gross  absurdities,  I  believe,  will  not  be  relished  in \nthis  enlightened  age ;  and  it  can  be  no  matter  of  wonder  that  the  peo- \nple quickly  perceived  and  seriously  complained  of  the  inroads  which \nthese  acts  must  unavoidably  make  upon  their  liberty,  and  of  the  hazard \nto  which  their  whole  property  is  by  them  exposed,  —  for,  if  they  may \nbe  taxed  without  their  consent,  even  in  the  smallest  trifle,  they  may \nalso,  without  their  consent,  be  deprived  of  anything  they  possess, \nalthough  never  so  valuable  —  never  so  dear.  Certainly  it  never \nentered  the  hearts  of  our  ancestors,  that,  after  so  many  dangers  in \nthis  then  desolate  wilderness,  their  hard-earned  property  should  be  at \nthe  disposal  of  the  British  Parliament ;  and  as  it  was  soon  found  that \nthis  taxation  could  not  be  supported  by  reason  and  argument,  it  seemed \nnecessary  that  one  act  of  oppression  should  be  enforced  by  another ; \nand,  therefore,  contrary  to  our  just  rights  as  possessing  —  or,  at  least, \nhaving  a  just  title  to  possess  —  all  the  liberties  and  immunities  of \nBritish  subjects,  a  standing  army  was  established  among  us  in  a  time \nof  peace,  and  evidently  for  the  purpose  of  effecting  that  which  it  waa \none  principal  design  of  the  founders  of  the  constitution  to  prevent, \nwhen  they  declared  a  standing  army,  in  a  time  of  peace,  to  be  against \nlaw,  —  namely,  for  the  enforcement  of  obedience  to  acts  which,  upon \nfair  examination,  appeared  to  be  unjust  and  unconstitutional.\" \n\nOn  the  evening  after  the  delivery  of  this  eflfective  oration,  a  lantern \n\n\nJOSEPH  WARREN,   M.    D.  59 \n\nof  transparent  paintings  was  exhibited  on  the  balcony  at  Mrs.  Clap- \nham's,  in  King-street,  well  drawn  by  an  ingenious  young  artist,  repre- \nsenting in  front  the  melancholy  scene  which  occurred  near  that  spot, \nover  which  was  inscribed,  \"  The  Fatal  Effects  of  a  Standing  Army  in  a \nFree  City.\"  At  the  east  end  was  a  representation  of  a  monument, \ninscribed  to  the  memory  of  those  who  were  killed,  with  their  names, \netc. ;  at  the  west  end  was  the  figure  of  America,  sitting  in  a  mourning \nposture,  and  looking  down  on  the  spectators,  Avith  this  label,  \"  Behold \nray  sons!\"  At  a  quarter  after  nine,  the  painting  was  taken  in,  and \nthe  bells  tolled  from  that  time  until  ten  o'clock. \n\nOn  the  21st  of  November,  1774,  Gen.  Warren  addressed  a  highly \npatriotic  letter  to  Josiah  Quincy,  from  Avhich  we  select  this  remarkable \npassage  : \n\n\"It  is  the  united  voice  of  America  to  preserve  their  freedom,  or \nl(»e  their  lives  in  defence  of  it.  Their  resolutions  are  not  the  effects \nof  inconsiderate  rashness,  but  the  sound  result  of  sober  inquiry  and \ndeliberation.  I  am  convinced  that  the  true  spirit  of  liberty  was  never \n80  universally  diffused  through  all  ranks  and  orders  of  people,  in  any \ncountry  on  the  face  of  the  earth,  as  it  now  is  through  all  North \nAmerica.\" \n\nWhen  Warren  pronounced  his  second  oration  on  the  Massacre, \nMarch  5,  1775,  at  the  Old  South  Church,  the  Boston  papers  of  the \nday  merely  stated  that  it  was  an  elegant  and  spirited  performance. \nThe  pulpit  stairs  and  the  pulpit  itself  were  occupied  by  ofBccrs  and \nsoldiers  of  the  garrison,  who  were  doubtless  stationed  there  to  overawe \nthe  orator,  and  perhaps  prevent  him  by  force  from  proceeding.  War- \nren, to  avoid  interruption  and  confusion,  entered  from  the  rear  by  the \npulpit  window ;  and,  unmoved  by  the  hostile  military  array  that  sur- \nrounded him  and  pressed  upon  his  person,  delivered  the  bold  and \nthrilling  oration,  which  was  published,  in  winch  he  said :  \"If  pacific \nmeasures  are  ineffectual,  and  it  appears  that  the  only  way  to  safety  is \nthrough  fields  of  blood,  I  know  you  will  not  turn  your  faces  from  your \nfoes,  but  will,  undauntedly,  press  forward,  until  tyranny  is  trodden \nunder  foot,  and  you  have  fixed  your  adored  goddess  Liberty  fast  by \nBrunswick's  side,  on  the  American  throne.\"  The  editor  of  this  work \nhas  seen  the  original  manuscript,  which  is  in  the  care  of  Dr.  John  C. \nWarren,  his  nephew,  and  is  written  on  white  English  laid  folio  post,  in \na  handsome  round  hand,  with  but  few  interlineations,  and  is  in  a  black \npaper  cover.     We  know  no  rehc,  of  ancient  or  modern  date,  tending  to \n\n\n60  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ninspire  more  thrilling  sensations  of  veneration,  than  this  fervent  defence \nof  freedom.  The  Rev.  Dr.  Homer,  late  of  Newton,  who  was  present \nat  its  delivery,  states  there  was  at  least  one  silent,  but  not  wholly \ninsignificant,  demonstration  of  feeling  from  the  military.  While  the \noration  was  in  progress,  a  captain  of  the  Royal  Welsh  Fusileers,  who \nwas  seated  on  the  pulpit  stairs,  held  up  one  of  his  hands  in  view  of \nWarren,  with  several  pistol  bullets  on  the  open  palm,  and,  with  a  vehe- \nment and  fierce  exclamation,  endeavored  to  alarm  the  audience  with \nthe  cry  of  fire.  Warren  observed  the  action,  and,  without  discontin- \nuing his  discourse,  dropped  a  white  handkerchief  upon  the  officer's \nhand ;  and  William  Cooper,  the  town-clerk,  with  a  voice  of  thunder, \nappeased  the  tumult,  which,  being  silenced,  the  exercises  were  con- \ncluded without  much  further  disturbance. \n\nWe  will  now  revert  to  the  abusive  statement  of  the  royalists,  regard- \ning this  celebration,  published  in  Rivington's  New  York  Gazetteer, \nMarch  16, 1775 :  \"On  Monday,  the  5th  instant,  the  Old  South  meet- \ning-house being  crowded  with  mobility  and  fame,  the  selectmen,  with \nAdams,  Church  and  Hancock,  Cooper  and  others,  assembled  in  the \npulpit,  which  was  covered  with  black ;  and  we  all  sat  gaping  at  one \nanother,  above  an  hour,  expecting !  At  last,  a  single  horse  chair \nstopped  at  the  apothecary's,  opposite  the  meeting,  from  which  descended \nthe  orator  (Warren)  of  the  day  ;  and,  entering  the  shop,  was  followed \nby  a  servant  with  a  bundle,  in  which  were  the  Ciceronian  toga,  etc. \n\n\"  Having  robed  himself,  he  proceeded  across  the  street  to  the  meeting, \nand,  being  received  into  the  pulpit,  he  was  announced  by  one  of  his  fra- \nternity to  be  the  person  appointed  to  declaim  on  the  occasion.  He  then \nput  himself  into  a  Demosthenian  posture,  with  a  white  handkerchief  in \nhis  right  hand,  and  his  left  in  his  breeches, —  began  and  ended  without \naction.  He  was  applauded  by  the  mob,  but  groaned  at  by  people  of \nunderstanding.  One  of  the  pulpiteers  (Adams)  then  got  up  and  pro- \nposed the  nomination  of  another  to  speak  next  year  on  the  bloody \nmassacre, — the  first  time  that  expression  was  made  to  the  audience, — \nwhen  some  officers  cried,  0  fie,  fie !  The  gallerians,  apprehending \nfire,  bounded  out  of  the  windows,  and  swarmed  down  the  gutters,  like \nrats,  into  the  street.  The  43d  regiment,  returning  accidentally  from \nexercise,  with  drums  beating,  threw  the  whole  body  into  the  greatest \nconsternation.  There  were  neither  pageantry,  exhibitions,  processions, \nor  bells  tolling,  as  usual,  but  the  night  was  remarked  for  being  the \nquietest  these  many  months  past.\" \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARUEN,   M.    D.  61 \n\nWe  have  seen  an  original  letter  of  Gen.  Warren,  addressed  to  Dr. \nBenjamin  Franklin,  London,  accompanied  with  a  pamphlet,  probably \nhis  oration  delivered  on  the  5th  of  March,  1775,  Avhich  he  very  mod- \nestly -wishes  was  more  deserving  of  his  notice.  We  will  quote  the \nwhole  letter. \n\n'•^Boston.  Aprils,  1775. \n\n\"  Sir,  — Although  I  have  not  the  pleasure  either  of  a  personal  or \nepistolary  acquaintance  with  you,  I  have  taken  the  liberty  of  sending \nyou,  by  Mr.  Dana,  a  pamphlet  which  I  wish  was  more  deserving  of \nyour  notice.  The  ability  and  firmness  with  which  you  have  defended \nthe  rights  of  mankind,  and  the  liberties  of  this  country  in  particular, \nhave  rendered  you  dear  to  all  America.  Ma3^  you  soon  see  your \nenemies  deprived  of  the  power  of  injuring  you,  and  your  friends  in  a \nsituation  to  discover  the  grateful  sense  they  have  of  your  exertions  in \nthe  cause  of  freedom. \n\n\"  I  am,  sir,  with  the  gi'eatest  esteem  and  respect, \n\n\"  Your  most  obedient,  humble  servant, \n\n\"  Doctor  Franklin.  Joseph  Warren.\" \n\nOn  the  day  after  the  Battle  of  Lexington,  when  the  British  troops \nreached  West  Cambridge,  on  their  return  from  Concord,  Warren  was \nat  this  place,  in  attendance  on  the  Committee  of  Safety.  When  the \nBritish  regulars  were  near,  he  went  out,  in  company  Avith  Gen.  Heath, \nto  repel  them ;  and,  on  descending  the  elevated  ground  of  Menotomy, \nin  West  Cambridge,  toward  the  plain,  the  firing  was  brisk,  and  at  this \ninstant  a  musket-ball  came  so  near  the  head  of  Warren  as  to  strike  the \npin  from  the  hair  of  his  forelock,  and  took  away  one  of  the  long,  close, \nhorizontal  cui'ls,  which,  according  to  the  fashion  of  the  times,  he  wore \nabove  the  ears. \n\nWhen  Gov.  Gage  issued  an  extraordinary  proclamation,  on  June \n12,  1775,  denouncing  \"the  present  unnatural  rebellion,\"  remarking, \n\"  In  this  exigency  of  complicated  calamities,  I  avail  myself  of  the  last \neffort  within  the  bounds  of  my  duty  to  spare  the  effusion  of  blood,  to \noffer, — and  I  do  hereby  offer  in  His  Majesty's  name, — offer  and  promise \nHis  Majesty's  most  gracious  pardon  to  all  persons  who  shall  forthwith \nlay  down  their  arms,  and  return  to  the  duties  of  peaceable  subjects ; \nexcepting  only  from  the  benefit  of  such  pardon  Samuel  Adams  and \nJohn  Hancock,  whose  offences  are  of  too  flagitious  a  nature  to  admit \nof  any  other  consideration  than  that  of  condign  punishment;  \"  —  the \n6 \n\n\n62  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nPro^^ncial  Congress  appointed  a  committee,  on  the  next  day,  of  Tvhich \nJoseph  Warren, — a  delegate  from  Boston,  in  1774,  elected  its  pi\"esi- \ndent,  May  31, 1775, — was  the  chairman,  to  report  on  the  subject,  ■who \nprepared  also  a  dignified  proclamation,  adopted  by  Congress  on  the  day \nbefore  its  president  was  killed  at  Bunker  Hill,  recounting  a  statement \nof  the  oppressions  inflicted  on  the  people,  and  the  treachery  of  Gov. \nGage ;  extending  \"  a  full  and  free  pardon  to  all  persons  who  have  fled  to \nthe  town  of  Boston  for  refuge,  and  to  all  other  public  offenders  against \nthe  rights  and  liberties  of  this  country,  of  what  kind  or  denomination \nsoever,  —  excepting  only  from  the  benefit  of  such  pardon,  Thomas \nGage,  Samuel  Graves;  those  councillors  who  were  appointed  by \nmandamus,  and  have  not  signified  their  resignation,  namely,  Jonathan \nSewall,  Charles  Paxton.  Benjamin  Hallowcll ;  and  all  the  natives  of \nAmerica,  not  belonging  to  the  navy  or  army,  who  Avent  out  with  the \nregular  troops  on  the  19th  of  April  last,  and  were  countenancing,  aid- \ning, and  assisting  them  in  the  robberies  and  murders  then  committed, \nwhose  offences  are  of  too  flagitious  a  nature  to  admit  of  any  other  con- \nsideration than  that  of  condign  punishment :  provided  that  they  take \nthe  benefit  hereof  by  a  surrender  of  themselves,\"  and  subscribe  a \ndeclaration  of  their  readiness  to  support  and  abide  by  the  decisions  of \nCongress  and  of  the  State  Legislature,  within  thirty  days  from  date.  It \nis  probable  that  this  was  the  last  public  act  of  Joseph  Warren  in  the \nProvincial  Congress. \n\nThe  following  noble  passage  from  a  letter  of  Dr.  Warren  to  Arthur \nLee,  dated  May,  1775,  expresses  a  sentiment  that  should  be  inscribed \non  the  Bunker  Hill  INIonument,  or  on  the  base  of  a  statue  of  his  per- \nson, in  old  Faneuil  Hall : \n\n\"  God  forbid  that  the  nation  should  be  so  infatuated  as  to  do  any- \nthing further  to  irritate  the  colonies !  If  they  should,  the  colonies \nwill  sooner  throw  themselves  into  the  arms  of  any  other  power  on \nearth,  than  ever  consent  to  an  accommodation  with  Great  Britain. \nThat  patience,  which  I  frequently  told  you  would  be  at  last  exhausted, \nis  no  longer  to  be  expected  from  us.  Danger  and  war  are  become \npleasing  ;  and  injured  virtue  is  now  armed  to  avenge  herself\" \n\n\"I  verily  believe,\"  said  Warren  to  Reed,  in  a  letter  of  May  15, \n1775,  \"  that  the  night  preceding  the  barbarous  outrages  committed  by \nthe  soldiery  at  Lexington,  Concord,  etc.,  there  were  not  fifty  people  in \nthe  whole  colony  that  ever  expected  any  blood  would  be  shed  in  the \ncontest  between  us  and  Great  Britain.\" \n\n\nV \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARRBNj    M.    D.  63 \n\nThis  \\Yas  one  of  Warren's  last  letters  prevnous  to  the  Battle  of  Bun- \nker Hill.  We  have  the  evidence  of  Dr.  John  Jeffries,  who  was  a \nBurgeon  in  the  British  service,  under  Gen.  Howe,  at  Boston,  for  stating \nthat  five  days  previous  to  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill  the  noble  Warren \nhad,  with  his  accustomed  fearlessness,  ventured  in  a  small  canoe  to \nBoston,  that  he  might  personally  gather  information  of  the  designs  of \nthe  British,  and  urged  the  surgeon  to  return  and  espouse  the  cause  of \n\nliberty. \n\nGen.  Warren,  on  the  16th  of  June,  had  a  conversation  with \nElbridge  Gerry,  at  Cambridge,  with  Avhom  he  slept  all  night,  respect- \ning the  determination  of  Congress  to  take  possession  of  Bunker's \nHill.  He  said  that  for  himself  he  had  been  opposed  to  it,  but \nthat  the  majority  had  decided  upon  it,  and  he  Avould  hazard  his  life \nto  effect  this.  Mr.  Gerry  expressed,  in  strong  terms,  his  disapproba- \ntion of  the  measure,  as  the  situation  was  such  that  it  would  be  in  vain \nto  attempt  to  hold  it;  adding,  ''  But  if  it  must  be  so,  it  is  not  worth \nwhile  for  you  to  be  present.  It  will  be  madness  for  you  to  expose \nyourself,  where  your  destruction  will  be  almost  inevitable.\"  \"  I  know \nit,\"  he  answered,  •'■  but  I  live  within  the  sound  of  their  cannon.  How  v \ncould  I  hear  their  roaring  in  so  glorious  a  cause,  and  not  be  there  !  \" \nAgain  Mr.  Gerry  remonstrated,  and  concluded  with  saying,  \"As \nBurely  as  you  go  there,  you  will  be  slain.\"  Warren  replied,  enthu- \nsiastically, \"  Dulce  et  decorum,  est  pro  patria  mori.\"  — It  is  pleasant \nand  honorable  to  die  for  one's  country. — The  next  day  his  princi- \nples Avere  sealed  with  his  blood.  Having  spent  the  greater  part  of  the \nnight  in  public  business  at  Watertown,  he  arrived  at  Cambridge  at \nabout  five  o'clock  in  the  morning,  and  being  unwell,  threw  himself  on  a \nbed.  About  noon  he  was  informed  of  the  state  of  preparation  for \nbattle  at  Charlestown.  He  directly  arose,  saying  he  ^vas  avcII  again, \nand  mounting  a  horse,  rode  to  the  place.  lie  arrived  at  Breed's  Hill \na  short  time  before  the  action.  Col.  Prescott,  the  brave,  as  Washing- \nton was  afterwards  in  the  habit  of  calling  him,  was  then  in  command. \nHe  came  up  to  Gen.  Warren  to  extend  it  to  him,  and  asked  what  were \nhis  orders.  Gen.  Warren  told  him  he  came  not  to  command,  but \nto  learn ;  he  had  not  received  his  commission.  And  having,  as  it  is \nsaid,  borrowed  a  musket  and  cartouch-box  from  a  sergeant,  who  was \nretiring,  he  mingled  in  the  thickest  of  the  fight,  animating  and  encour- \naging the  men  more  by  his  example  than  it  was  possible  to  do  in  any \nother  way. \n\n\n64  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nThe  revolationary  play,  previously  alluded  to,  relates  of  Warren, \n\"  His  nervous  arm,  like  a  giant  refreshed  with  wine,  hurled  destruction \nwhere'er  he  came,  breathing  heroic  ardor  to  adventurous  deeds ;   and \nlonff   time   in   even  scale  the   battle  hung.\"       After    Col.    Prescott \nordered  a  retreat,  says  Everett,  it  was  not  without  the  greatest  reluc- \ntance that  Warren  quitted  the  redoubt ;  and  he  was  slowly  retreating \nfrom  it,  being  still  at  a  few  rods  distance  only,  when  the  British  had  full \npossession.     His  person,  of  course,  was  in  imminent  danger.     At  this \ncritical  moment,  Maj.  Small,  whose  life  had  been  saved  in  a  similar \nemergency  by  the  intervention  of  Gen.  Putnam,  attempted  to  requite \nthe  service,  by  rendering  one  of  a  like  character  to  Warren.     Col. \nSwett  relates,  that  Maj.  Small  called  to  Warren,  for  God\"s  sake,  to \nstop  and  save  his  life.     He  turned,  and  seemed  to  recognize  him,  but \nstill  continued  on.     Small  ordered  his  men  not  to  fire  at  him,  and \nthrew  up  the  muskets  with  his  sword.     But  in  vain,  —  the  fatal  ball \nhad  sped !     Eighty  yards  from  the  redoubt,  Warren  received  a  musket- \nball  through  the  head,  which  killed  him  instantly.     Everett  further \nrelates,  that  Gen!  Howe,  though  slightly  Avounded  in  the  foot,  passed \nthe  night  upon  the  field  of  battle.     The  next  morning,  as  he  was  rest- \ning, wrapped  in  his  cloak,  upon  a  mound  of  hay,  word  was  brought  to \nhim  that  the  body  of  Warren  was  found  among  the  dead.     It  had  been \nrecognized  liy  Gen.  Winslow,  then  a  youth.     Howe  refused,  at  first,  to \ncredit  the  intelligence.     It  was  impossible  that  the  president  of  Con- \ngress could  have  exposed  his  hfe  in  such  an  action.     When  assured \nof  the  fact,  he  declared  that  his  death  was  an  ofiset  for  the  loss  of  five \nhundred  men.     Col.  Swett  relates  that  Dr.  Jeffries  was  on  the  field, \ndressing  the   British  Avounded  and  the  wounded  American  prisoners, \nwith  his  usual  humanity  and  skill.     Gen.  Howe  inquired  of  him  if  he \ncould  identify  Warren.     He  recollected  that  he  had  lost  a  finger-nail, \nand  wore  a  false  tooth ;  and  the  general  was  satisfied  of  its  identity. \nThe  Cambridge  N.  E.  Chronicle,  of  April  25,  1776,  remarking  on \nthe  identity  of  the  remains  of  Gen.  Warren,  relates  that,  \"  though  the \nbody,  which  our  savage  enemies  scarce  privileged  with  earth  enough  to \nhide  it  from  the  birds  of  prey,  was  disfigured  Avhen  taken  up,  yet  was \nsufficiently  known  by  two  artificial  teeth,  which  were  set  for  him  a \nshort  time  before   his  glorious  exit.\"      Everett  states  Warren  was \nburied  at  the  place  where  he  fell.     Rev.  Dr.  Allen  states  of  Warren  : \nJust  as  the  retreat  commenced;  a  ball  had  struck  him  on  the  head,  and \n\"he  died  in  the  trenches.\" \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,    M.    D.  65 \n\nThe  Hon.  Needham  Maynard,  of  Whitestown,  N.  Y.,  a  native  of \nFramingham,  who  states  that  he  acted  as  Warren's  aid  in  the  battle, \ntestified,  on  June  20,  1843,  —  then  aged  88  years,  —  that  on  the \nnight  of  the  16th  of  June,  1775,  Col.  Prescott  was  sent  oflF  with  a \ndetachment  of  men  to  break  ground  on  Bunker  Hill.  It  was  found \nthat  Breed's  was  better,  and  so  they  laid  the  fort,  and  went  back  to \nwork  there.  We  were  ordered  out  early  in  the  morning.  I  was  in \nJonathan  Brewer's  regiment.  We  came  there,  at  last,  and  found  them \nat  work.  We  found  Col.  Prescott  there,  and  Col.  Brewer.  The  balls \nwere  then  flying  about  us  very  thick.  At  about  eleven  o'clock,  Gen. \nWarren  came  on;  and  when  Col.  Brewer  met  him,  he  said,  \"  General,  if \nyou  have  come  to  take  the  command,  I  am  glad  to  see  you.\"  \"  No,\" \nsaid  Warren,  \"  I  have  come  only  as  a  volunteer.  I  did  not  come  to \ntake  the  command,  but  to  act  as  a  volunteer,  in  any  station.  Our \nperils  are  commencing,  and  I  have  come  to  take  my  part.\"  \"  Well,' \nthey  said' to  him,  \"  do  you  mean  to  stay  with  us,  general!  \"  \"Yes,\" \nsaid  Warren,  \"I  mean  to  stay;\"  and  then  the  other  officers  insisted \nupon  his  taking  the  command.  They  said,  We  have  no  officer  to  lead, \n—  that  we  ought  to  have  some  particular  one  for  the  orders  to  come \nfrom,  —  and  they  urged  him  to  take  the  command ;  and  he  replied  that \nhe  did  not  think  it  would  be  proper.  Then  Col.  Brewer  said,  \"  Wo \nmust  have  a  head,  and  he  ought  to  be  a  general.  We  are  all  colonels \nhere,  and  one  colonel  is  as  good  as  another.\"  Then  he  found  Prescott \nwas  there,  and  Warren  said,  \"  If  you  will  continue  to  act  as  a  council,  I \nwill  give  you  my  views  as  commander ;  and  if  you  approve  them,  they \ncan  go  as  commands.\"  And  they  said  that  amounted  to  the  same \nthing  as  if  he  was  commander ;  and  so  he  went  on,  when  anything  was \ndone,  giving  the  orders.  Col.  Maynard  was  not  with  Warren  when  he \nfell,  having  gone  into  the  redoubt,  and  he  was  there  detained  by  Pres- \ncott, who  said  to  him,  \"  Stop ;  I  may  want  to  send  you,  in  a  minute ; \" \nand  then  the  new  contest  of  their  breaking  into  the  redoubt  began. \nMr.  Maynard  gave  an  account  of  an  interview  between  Washington \nand  the  oflBcers,  on  Bunker  Hill,  subsequently,  when  Washington, \nalluding  to  Warren,  said,  \"You  lost  your  commander-in-chief.\" \n\"Why,\"  continued  Mr.  Maynard,  \"in  that  time,  there  was  nobody \nso  lamented ;  \"  and  Col.  Brewer  went  on  to  relate  to  Washington,  how \nhe  lost  sight  of  Warren  as  he  was  going  towards  the  redoubt,  and  sup- \nposed that  he  was  gone  on  ahead,  and  followed  on  with  as  much  speed  as \nhe  could,  but  found  nothing  of  him.  Then  he  thought  he  must  have \n6* \n\n\n66  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nbeen  shot  down  by  a  dead  shot,  not  many  steps  where  they  started \nfrom.  They  had  started  together  from  the  place  they  had  occupied \nduring  the  battle,  just  on  the  other  side  of  the  gap,  against  the  hay \nbreastwork,  only  about  one  rod  from  the  gap.  \"  Warren  had  a  dark \neye,  was  a  little  under  six  feet  in  height,  well  formed,  with  a  pleasant \nface,  and  a  remarkable  countenance.\" \n\nCol.  John  Trumbull,  of  New  York,  who  visited  Col.  John  Small,  at \nLondon,  in  1786,  received  of  him  the  relation  herewith,  which  is  too \ninteresting  to  be  kept  out  of  view :  At  the  moment  when  the  troops \nsucceeded  in  carrying  the  redoubt,  and  the  Americans  were  in  full \nretreat.  Gen.  Howe,  who  had  been  hurt  by  a  spent  bullet  which \nbruised  his  ankle,  was  leaning  upon  my  arm.  He  called  suddenly  to \nme,  \"  Do  you  see  that  elegant  young  man  who  has  just  fallen  7  Do \nyou  know  him?  \"  I  looked  to  the  spot  to  which  he  pointed.  \"  Good \nGod !  \"  he  exclaimed ;  \"I  believe  it  is  my  friend  Warren.  Leave  me, \nthen,  instantly  —  run  —  keep  off  the  troops  —  save  him,  if  possible.\" \n1  flew  to  the  spot.  \"  My  dear  friend,\"  I  said  to  him,  \"  I  hope  you  are \nnot  badly  hurt.\"  He  looked  up,  seemed  to  recollect,  smiled,  and \ndied.     A  musket-ball  had  passed  through  the  upper  part  of  his  head. \n\nDea.  Samuel  Lawrence,  of  Groton,  the  father  of  the  Minister  to  the \nCourt  of  St.  James,  who  Avas  a  minute-man  in  the  Battle  of  Bunker \nHill,  testified,  in  1818,  in  relation  to  Gen.  Warren,  that,  just  before \nthe  battle  commenced,  Gen.  Warren  came  to  the  redoubt.  He  had  on \na  blue  coat,  white  waistcoat,  and  I  think  a  cocked  hat, —  but  of  this  I \nam  not  certain.  Col.  Prescott  advanced  to  him,  said  he  was  glad  to \nsee  him,  and  hoped  he  would  take  the  command.  Gen.  Warren \nreplied,  \"  No, —  he  came  to  see  the  action,  but  not  to  take  command; \nthat  he  was  only  a  volunteer  on  that  day.\"  Afterwards  I  saw  him \nwhen  the  ball  struck  him,  and  from  that  time  until  he  expired.  No \nBritish  officer  was  within  forty  or  fifty  rods  of  him,  from  the  time  the \nball  struck  him  until  I  saw  he  was  dead.  This  statement  utterly \nrefutes  that  of  Col.  Small,  who  says  he  spoke  to  Warren,  as  he  looked \nat  him  and  expired.  Dr.  John  Warren,  his  brother,  has  related  that, \nwhen  the  dead  body  of  the  general  was  discovered  after  the  battle,  his \nright  hand  was  covered  with  blood,  though  there  was  no  wound  upon \nit,  occurring  as  if  he  had  raised  his  hand  to  the  back  of  his  head,  on \nthe  right  side,  when  the  ball  fractured  his  skull.  What  an  affecting \nscene !  A  small  piece  of  granite,  on  which  is  inscribed  in  gilt  letters, \n\"Here  fell  Warren,  June  17,  1775,\"  laid  in  the  ground  on  Bunker \n\n\nJOSEPH  WARREN,   M.   D.  67 \n\nHill,  designates  the  spot  where  it  is  supposed  he  was  killed.     It  is  on \nConcord-street,  nearly  opposite  the  high-school. \n\nThe  identical  bullet  by  which  Warren  was  said  to  be  killed  was \nexhibited  to  the  audience,  by  Alexander  H.  Everett,  on  the  delivery \nof  an  oration  at  Charlestown,  June  17,  1836,  in  which  he  exclaimed, \n\"  This  is  the  one,  fellow-citizens,  which  I  now  hold  in  my  hand  !  The \ncartridge-paper,  which  still  partly  covers  it,  is  stained,  as  you  see,  with \nthe  hero's  blood.\"  This  ball,  enclosed  in  linen  cartridge-paper,  is  depos- \nited in  the  library  of  the  New  England  Genealogical  and  Historical \nSociety.  If  this  be  not  the  ball  that  entered  his  skull,  it  is  highly \nprobable  that  it  was  one  of  the  balls  that  entered  his  body.  We  will \npresent  the  affidavit  which  is  declared  by  Rev.  William  Montague, \npastor  of  Christ  Church,  Boston,  from  1786  to  '91 :  \"I,  William \nMontague,  of  Dedham,  County  of  Norfolk,  State  of  Massachusetts, \nclergyman,  do  certify  to  whom  it  may  concern,  that,  in  the  year  1789 \nor  1790,  I  was  in  London,  and  became  acquainted  with  Mr.  Savage, \nformerly  an  officer  of  the  customs  for  the  port  of  Boston,  and  who  left \nthere  when  the  royalists  and  royal  troops  evacuated  that  town  in  1776. \nWhen  in  London,  Mr.  Savage  gave  me  a  leaden  ball,  which  is  now \nin  my  possession,  with  the  following  account  of  it,  namely  :  •  On  the \nmorning  of  the  18th  of  June,  1775,  after  the  battle  of  Bunker  or \nBreed's  Hill,  I,  with  a  number  of  other  royalists  and  British  officei-s, \namong  whom  was  Gen.  Burgoyne,  went  over  from  Boston  to  Charles- \ntown,  to  view  the  battle-field.  Among  the  fallen,  we  found  the  body \nof  Dr.  Joseph  Warren,  with  whom  I  had  been  personally  acquainted. \nWhen  he  fell,  he  fell  across  a  rail.  This  ball  I  took  from  his  body ; \nand,  as  I  never  shall  visit  Boston  again,  I  will  give  it  to  you  to  take \nto  America,  where  it  Avill  be  valuable  as  a  relic  of  your  Revolution.' \nHis  sword  and  belt,  with  some  other  articles,  were  taken  by  some  of \nthe  officers  present,  and  I  believe  brought  to  England. \n\n\"(Signed)  William  Montague.\" \n\n\"  Norfolk  ss. \n\n\"  Dedham,  March  5,  1833.  The  above-named  William  Montague \nappeared  before  me,  and  made  oath  to  the  above  statement \n\n\"  (Signed)  Sherman  Leland, \n\nJustice  of  the  Peace. ^^ \n\nThe  Rev.  Mr.  Montague  received  the  bullet  of  Arthur  Savage,  at \nthe  residence  of  Harrison  Gray,  formerly  Treasurer  of  Massachusetts \n\n\n68  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATOKS. \n\nProvince ;  and  Mr.  Gray,  in  a  letter  dated  London,  1792,  addressed \nto  Rev.  Mr.  Montague,  alluding  to  the  bullet  supposed  to  have  killed \nGen.  Warren,  wrote:  \"I hope  you  will  take  good  care  to  preserve \nthat  relic  which  was  given  you  at  my  house,  for  in  future  time  it  will \nbe  a  matter  of  interest  to  you  rebels.\"  This  letter  was  found,  by  his \nson,  Mr.  William  Henry  Montague,  among  the  papers  of  Rev.  Mr. \nMontague,  who  was  a  frequent  correspondent  with  Mr.  Gray. \n\nLetter  from  Hon.  Judge  JSTewcovib. \n\n''Greenfield,  Mass.,  April  U,  1843. \n\"William  H.  Montague,  Esq.,  Boston. \n\n'■'■  My  Dear  Sir, — I  have  just  seen,  in  the  '  Boston  Daily  American ' \nof  the  8th  inst.,  a  note  under  your  name,  addressed  to  Edward  War- \nren, Esq.,  junior  editor  of  that  paper,  stating  that  you  have  deposited \n■vvith  him,  till  called  for,  the  ball  that  put  an  end  to  the  life  of  Gen. \nJoseph  Warren.  My  object,  in  this  communication,  is  to  inquire \nwhether  you  are  Avilling  or  feel  at  liberty  to  part  with  that  fatal  piece \nof  lead.  My  late  wife,  Mary,  was  the  youngest  and  only  surviving \nchild  of  the  late  Gen.  J.  Warren.  She  died  on  Feb.  7, 1826,  leaving \nan  only  child, —  a  son, — who  bears  the  name  of  his  grandfather,  Joseph \nWarren.  He  is  an  attorney  at  law,  and  now  lives  at  Springfield,  in \nthis  State.  He,  with  the  exception  of  his  two  children,  is  the  only \ndescendant,  in  the  direct  line,  of  him  who  fell  on  Bunker  Hill,  by  force \nof  that  ball.  If  consistent  with  your  views  of  propriety,  it  would  be \ngrateful  to  his  feelings,  as  well  as  my  own,  if  some  arrangement  could \nbe  made  by  Avhich  the  ball  might  be  confided  to  his  keeping,  as  a  fam- \nily relic.  The  interest  I  feel  in  the  subject  is  my  apology  for \nintruding  myself  upon  a  stranger. \n\n\"  I  am,  with  much  respect,  your  obed't  serv't, \n\n\"Richard  E.  Newcomb. \n\n\"  N.  B.  For  any  inquiries  you  may  wish  to  make,  I  would  refer \nyou  to  Dr.  John  C.  Warren  and  Dr.  John  B.  Brovm,  Boston. \n\n\"R.  E.  K\" \n\nA  British  soldier,  on  his  return  to  London,  exhibited  a  Psalm-book \nto  Rev.  Dr.  Samuel  Wilton,  of  that  city,  stating  that  he  took  the  vol- \nume from  the  pocket  of  Gen.  Warren,  after  the  battle  of  Bunker  Hill. \nThe  clergyman,  knowing  that  it  would  be  a  treasure  to  the  Warren \nfamily,  purchased  the  book  of  the  soldier,  and  transmitted  it  to  the \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,   M.    D.  69 \n\n\nRev,  Dr.  William  Gordon,  of  Roxbury,  the  historian,  with  a  request \nthat  it  might  be  given  to  the  nearest  relative  of  the  general.  It  was, \ntherefore,  given  to  his  youngest  brother,  Dr.  Jolm  Warren,  of  Boston, \nMarch  15, 1778.  The  title  of  the  volume,  which  the  editor  has  exam- \nined, is  as  follows:  \"The  Boke  of  Psalmes,  wherein  are  contained \npraires,  meditations  and  thanksgivings  to  God,  for  his  benefits  toward \nhis  Church,  translated  faithfully  according  to  the  Hebrew.  With  brief \nand  apt  annotations  in  the  margin.  Printed  at  Geneva,  by  Rowland \nHall.  1559.\"  It  is  less  than  the  32mo.  size.  On  the  inside  cover \nof  this  book  is  inscribed, —  \"  Taken  at  ye  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  June \n17,  1775,  out  of  Dr.  Warren's  pocket.\"  On  the  inside  cover,  at  the \nend  of  the  book,  is  written,  \"Thomas  Knight,\" — probably  the  regu- \nlar who  secured  the  book.  Warren's  signature  was  on  a  blank  leaf, \nbut  it  has  been  abstracted. \n\nOn  the  session  of  Congress  after  the  decease  of  Warren,  it  was \nresolved  that  a  monument  should  be  erected  to  his  memory  in  Boston, \nand  that  the'eldest  son  should  be  educated  at  the  national  expense ; \nand,  in  July,  1786,  Congress  resolved  further, —  that  it  should  be \nrecommended  to  the  executive  of  Massachusetts  Bay,  to  make  pro- \nvision for  the  maintenance  and  education  of  his  three  younger  chil- \ndren ;  and  that  Congress  would  defray  the  expense,  to  the  amount  of \nthe  half-pay  of  a  major-general,  to  commence  at  the  time  of  his  death, \nand  continue  till  the  youngest  of  the  children  should  be  of  age.  Yet, \nto  this  day,  no  monument  or  statue  has  been  erected  to  his  memory. \nIf  the  statue  of  Brutus  was  placed  among  those  of  the  gods,  who  were \nthe  preservers  of  Roman  freedom,  should  not  that  of  Warren  fill  a.  lofty \nniche  in  old  Faneuil  Hall, —  that  temple  for  the  perpetuation  of  our \nbirth-right  as  a  nation  of  freemen  ?  Mrs.  Perez  Morton,  who  gives  a \ndescription  of  this  world-renowned  battle,  in  a  poem, —  Beacon  Hill, — \ngays  of  Wai-ren : \n\n\"  The  prophetic  poet's  piercing  eyes \nWill  guard  the  sod  where  wounded  valor  lies, \nTill  a  victorious  country's  grateful  claim \nShall  bear  his  relics  to  eternal  fame ;  — \nAnd  genius,  rising  o'er  the  rescued  bier. \nWake  every  worth,  and  hallow  every  tear  ; \nWith  all  the  light  that  eloquence  can  give, \nShine  round  his  deeds,  and  bid  their  glory  live.\" \n\n\n7d'  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS, \n\n\nTHE   GODLIKE    WARREN. \nFrom  an  Elegy,  published  July  3,  1775. \n\nSure,  godlike  Warren,  on  thy  natal  hour \nSome  star  propitious  shed  its  brightest  power  ; \nBy  nature's  hand  with  taste  and  genius  formed. \nThy  generous  breast  with  every  virtue  warmed  ; \nThy  mind  endued  with  sense,  thy  form  with  grace. \nAnd  all  thy  virtues  pencilled  in  thy  face. \nGrave  wisdom  marked  thee  as  his  favorite  child. \nAnd  on  thy  youth  indulgent  science  smiled  ; \nWell  pleased,  she  led  thee  to  her  sacred  bower. \nAnd  to  thy  hands  consigned  her  healing  power. \nIllustrious  shade  !  forgive  our  mingled  woes. \nWhich  not  for  thee,  but  for  our  country,  flows. \nWe  mourn  her  less^ —  we  mourn  our  hero  gone  ; \nWe  mourn  thy  patriot  soul,  thy  godlike  virtue  flowo. \n\n\nwarren's  ghost. \n\nFrom  the  Public  Ledger,  JVovember,  1775. \n\nLet  little  tyrants,  conscience  gored. \n\nTheir  sable  vigils  keep  ; \nBute  on  his  downy  pillow  snored, — \n\nThus  greater  tyrants  sleep  ! \nAn  hour  ere  day  began  to  break, \n\nThere  Warren's  spectre  stood  ; \nThe  curtains  shook,  —  it  cried,  \"  Awake  !  ** \n\nAwake  !  —  thou  log  of  wood  ! \nThy  veins  hath  apathy  congealed, \n\nUnthawed  by  pity's  tear  ; \nOne  spark  a  flinty  heart  may  yield. \n\nStruck  by  the  steel  of  fear  ! \nFor  know,  that  head  so  proud  of  crest. \n\nSunk  on  the  cygnet's  plume. \nMay  for  an  eminence  be  dressed, \n\nTo  meet  a  Strafibrd's  doom  ! \nOr,  crouched  in  abject,  careworn  plight. \n\nBeneath  its  sorrows  low. \nIts  bread  by  day,  its  rest  by  night. \n\nTo  Bourbon's  bounty  owe. \nSpeak,  minion,  which  of  Stuart's  race \n\nCould  match  thy  cruel  work  ? \nGo,  read  where  Strafibrd  was  in  place,  — \n\nA  Jeffries,  and  a  Kirk. \n\n\nJOSEPH   WARREN,   M.    D.  71 \n\nThen,  foiling  history's  modern  page, \n\nSkilled  in  her  ancient  lore. \nTell  if  Bejanus  in  his  age  — \n\nIf  Borgia  could  do  more  ?  * \n\nTyrant !  dismiss  your  rebel  clans,  — \n\nThe  impious  task  forbear. \nNor  let  that  blood  imbrue  thine  hands \n\nWhich  brought  a  sceptre  there. \nThat  liberty  you  would  invade \n\nGave  George  his  only  right ; \nThus  in  their  sons  our  sires  are  paid. \n\nWhilst  you  for  slavery  fight. \nShall  not  for  thee,  sunk  deep  in  hell. \n\nGrim  Satan  forge  his  tongs. \nAnd  fiends,  who  guard  his  inmost  cell. \n\nTwine  scorpions  round  their  throngs  ? \nBut,  hark  !  I  hear  the  ill-omened  cock,  — \n\nThe  Gallic  Sun  shall  rise  ; \nLo  !  commerce  founders  on  a  rock, \n\nThe  British  Lion  dies  I \nBute  felt  the  dream,  —  fetched  many  a  shriek,  — \n\nAnd,  though  the  ghost  is  gone. \nStarts  from  his  bed,  —  still  hears  it  speak, — \n\nA  cold,  damp  sweat  comes  on. \nWith  that,  like  Gloster  in  his  tent. \n\nHe  throws  him  on  the  ground. \nAnd  by  these  words,  seems  to  repent, \n\n\"  Boston  !  bind  up  thy  wound  '. \nJust  Heaven,  give  back  the  blood  that 's  spilt \n\nBostonians'  lives  restore  ! \" \nHe  wakes,  —  and  to  atone  his  guilt. \n\nBids  Gage  go  slaughter  more. \n\n\nACROSTIC    ON   WARREN. \nCambridge  Almanac  for  1776. \n\nJust  as  Joseph  took  his  flight \nOnward  to  the  realms  of  light, \nSatan  hurled  his  hellish  darts,  — \nEvil  spirits  play  their  parts. \nPercy,  Burgoyne,  Howe,  and  Gage, \nHove  about  infernal  rage. \nWarren  stept  beyond  their  path. \nAwed  by  none,  nor  feared  their  wrath \nRan  his  race  to  joy  and  rest, — \nRose  'mongst  the  royal  blest ; \nEntered  in  the  rolls  of  fame, — \nNorth  and  devil  miss  their  aim. \n\n\n72  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK. \n\nMARCH  5,  1774.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nWas  born  at  Braintree,  Jan.  17,  1737,  the  son  of  Rev.  John  Han- \ncock, of  that  town,  whose  wife  was  Mary  Hawke,  of  Hinghara.  He  was \na  grandson  of  Rev.  John  Hancock,  of  Lexington.  His  father  deceased \nwhen  he  was  but  seven  years  of  age,  on  which  he  was  removed  to  the \nfamily  of  his  grandfather,  at  Lexington,  who  attended  to  his  early \neducation.  He  entered  the  Boston  Latin  School  in  1745,  and  grad- \nuated at  Harvard  College  in  1754.  His  uncle,  Thomas  Hancock,  a \nBoston  bookseller,  who  became  one  of  the  Avealthiest  merchants  in \nthe  province,  and  died  in  August  1764,  bequeathed  him  more  than \nfifty  thousand  pounds  sterling,  besides  the  reversion  of  twenty  thou- \nsand pounds  at  the  decease  of  his  widow,  who  was  a  daughter  of \nDaniel  Henchman,  in  whose  bookstore  he  had  been  a  clerk.  When \nyoung,  John  visited  London,  in  1760,  on  mercantile  business,  in  com- \npany with  Gov.  Pownal,  who  was  recalled.  He  witnessed  the  funeral \nobsequies  of  George  the  Second,  and  subsequently  the  coronation  of \nGeorge  the  Third,  not  anticipating  that  he  beheld  the  monarch  who \nwas  destined  to  offer  a  reward  for  his  head.  Young  Hancock  learned \nthe  art  of  swimming,  in  the  river  Thames.  Gov.  Hutchinson,  who \nvery  naturally  indulged  detracting  views  of  John  Hancock,  who  became \na  powerful  opponent  of  his  administration,  remarks,  in  the  History  of \nMassachusetts  Bay,  that  his  ruling  passion  was  a  fondness  for  popular \napplause ;  and  he  changed  the  course  of  his  patron's  business,  in  whose \ncounting-room  he  had  been  a  clerk,  and  built  and  employed  in  trade \na  great  number  of  ships, — and  in  this  Avay,  and  by  building  at  the  same \ntime  several  houses,  he  found  work  for  a  great  number  of  tradesmen, \nmade  himself  popular,  was  chosen  selectman,  representative  in  1769, \nmoderator  of  town-meetings,  etc.  Li  relation  to  the  demeanor  of \nHancock,  it  is  stated  by  John  Adams,  that  Dr.  Eliot  Rawson  thinks \nHancock  vain, —  told  a  story :  I  was  at  school  with  him,  and  then \nupon  a  level  with  him.  My  father  was  richer  than  his.  But  I  was \nnot  long  since  at  his  store,  and  said  to  Mr.  Glover,  whom  I  knew, \n\"  This.  I  think,  is  Mr.  Hancock.     He  just  asked  my  name,  and  nothing \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  TS\" \n\nmore, — it  was  such  a  piece  of  vanity !  There  is  not  the  merest  crea- \nture that  comes  from  your  way,  but  I  take  notice  of  him, —  and  I \nought.  What  though  I  am  worth  a  little  more  than  they  7  I  am \nglad  of  it,  and  that  I  have  it,  that  I  may  give  some  of  it.\"  I  told  the \ndoctor  that  Mr.  Hancock  was  far  from  being  arrogant. \n\nIn  order  to  gratify  persons  of  antiquarian  taste,  we  transcribe  the \nfollowing  advertisement  of  John  Hancock,  when  in  commercial  business, \nwhich  is  inserted  in  the  Boston  Evening  Post  of  Dec.  25,  1764  : \n\n\"  To  be  sold  by  John  Hancock,  at  his  Store  No.  4,  at  the  East  End \nof  Faneuil  Hall  Market,  A  general  Assortment  of  English  and  India \nGoods,  also  choice  Newcastle  Coals,  and  Irish  Butter,  cheap  for  Cash. \nSaid  Hancock  desires  those  persons  who  are  still  indebted  to  the  Estate \nof  the  late  Hon.  Thomas  Hancock,  Esq.,  deceased,  to  be  speedy  in  paying \ntheir  respective  balances,  to  prevent  trouble.  N.  B.  In  the  Lydia, \nCapt.  Scott,  from  London,  came  the  following  packages  :  I  W.  No.  1, \na  Trunk,  No.  2,  a  small  Parcel.  The  owner,  by  applying  to  John \nHancock  and  paying  freight,  may  have  his  Goods.\" \n\nThis  store  was  last  occupied  by  Jabez  Fisher  &  Co.,  and  in  1824 \nwas  demolished,  on  the  erection  of  the  Quincy  Market.  It  was  located \non  the  present  South  Market-street.  His  warehouses  for  the  storage  of \nforeign  merchandise  were  located  on  the  wharf  well  known  as  Hancock's \nWharf \n\nOne  day,  John  Adams  and  Samuel  Adams,  relates  Waterhouse,  were \nwalking  in  the  Boston  Mall,  and  when  they  came  opposite  the  stately \nmansion  of  John  Hancock,  the  latter,  turning  to  the  former,  said,  with \nemphasis.  \"  I  have  done  a  very  good  thing  for  our  cause,  in  the  course \nof  the  past  week,  by  enlisting  the  master  of  that  house  into  it.  He  is \nwell  disposed,  and  has  great  riches,  and  we  can  give  him  consequence \nto  enjoy  them.\"  And  Mr.  Hancock  did  not  disappoint  his  expecta- \ntions ;  for,  in  spite  of  his  occasional  capriciousness,  owing  partly  to \ndisease,  he  threw  all  the  weight  of  his  fortune  and  extraordinary  pop- \nularity into  the  scale  of  opposition  to  British  encroachments. \n\n\"The  natural  powers  of  Hancock  were  moderate,\"  says  Hutchin- \nson, \"and  had  been  very  little  improved  by  study  or  application  to  any \nkind  of  science.  His  ruling  passion  kept  him  from  ever  losing  sight \nof  his  object,  but  he  was  fickle  and  inconstant  in  the  means  of  pur- \nsuing it ;  and  though  for  the  most  part  he  was  closely  attached  to  Mr. \nSamuel  Adams,  yet  he  was  repeatedly  broken  off  from  all  connection \nwith  him  for  several  months  together.  Partly  by  inattention  to  his \n7 \n\n\n74  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nprivate  affairs,  and  partly  from  want  of  judgment,  he  became  greatly \ninvolved  and  distressed,  and  the  estate  was  lost  with  much  greater \nrapidity  than  it  had  been  acquired.\"     He  was  unboundedly  lavish  in \nhis  liberality.     At  the  time  of  a  great  fire  in  Boston,  when  many  of \nhis  tenements  were  destroyed,  his  tenants  gathered  around  him,  and \nexpressed  sympathy  at  his  loss,  knowing  that  was  a  way  to  reach  his \nheart ;  on  which  he  remarked,  they  were  the  greatest  sufferers,  having \nbeen  almost  ruined,  while  he  was  able  to  erect  new  buildings, —  at  the \nsame  time  passing  a  shower  of  guineas  around  them.     His  generous \nspirit  appeared  in  a  multitude  of  forms.     He  presented  the  Bostonians \na  valuable  fire-engine.     He  distributed  deck-loads  of  wood  to  the  suf- \nfering poor,  in  times  of  great  peril,  and  gave  the  poor  the  free  use  of \nhis  extensive  wood-lot  in  the  town  of  Milton ;  and  in  Adams'  Diary  we \nhave  an  incident  arising  from  his  liberality,  related  by  James  Otis,  who \nstated  that  Col.  Irving  having  met  Parson  Moorhead  near  his  meet- \ning-house, \"You  have  a  fine  steeple  and  bell,\"  says  he,  \"to  your \nmeeting-house,  now.\"     \"Yes,  by  the  liberality  of  Mr.  Hancock,  and \nthe  subscriptions  of  some  other  gentlemen,  we  have  a  very  handsome \nand  convenient  house  of  it,  at  last.\"     \"  But  what  has  happened  to  the \nvane,  Mr.  Moorhead?     It  don't  traverse, —  it  has  pointed  the  same \nway  these  three  weeks.\"     \"Ay,  I  did  n't  know  it;  I  '11  see  about  it.\" \nAway  goes  Moorhead,  storming  among  his  parish  and  the  tradesmen \nwho  had  built  the  steeple,  for  fastening  the  vane  so  that  it  could  not \nmove.     The  tradesmen  were  alarmed,  and  went  to  examine  it ;  but \nBoon  found  that  the  fault  was  not  in  the  vane,  but  the  weather,  the \nwind  having  set  very  constantly  at  east  three  weeks  before. \n\nHutchinson  was  a  native  of  Boston,  and  a  graduate  of  the  same  col- \nlege as  Hancock  and  the  two  Adamses,  toward  each  of  whom  his \ndetracting  spirit  was  parallel.  He  was  dark,  intriguing,  insinuating, \nhaughty,  and  ambitious,  the  extreme  of  avarice  marking  each  feature. \nOxenbridge  Thacher  gave  Hutchinson  the  soubriquet  of  \"Summa \nPotestatis.\"  Hutchinson  said  of  Samuel  Adams  that  \"he  acquired \na  talent  of  artfully  and  fallaciously  insinuating  into  the  minds  of  his \nreaders  a  prejudice  against  the  characters  of  all  whom  he  attacked, \nbeyond  any  other;\"  and  he  said  of  John  Adams,  that  \"his  ambition \nwas  without  bounds,  and  he  has  acknowledged  to  his  acquaintance  that \nhe  could  not  look  with  complaisance  upon  any  man  who  was  in  pos- \nsession of  more  wealth,  more  honors,  or  more  knowledge,  than  him- \nself\"    These  are  evidently  the  carpings  of  disappointed  ambition; \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  7$ \n\nand  it  is  related  that  when  Hutchinson  fled  to  England,  he  experienced \nthe  neglect  and  contempt  of  the  House  of  Lords,  and  died  at  Bramp- \nton, June,  1780,  in  melancholy  despondence. \nTrumbull  thus  alludes  to  Hutchinson,  who \n\n•'  Affirmed  he  never  wrote  a  line, \nYour  chartered  rights  to  undermine  ; \nWhen  his  own  letters  then  were  by, \nThat  proved  his  message  all  a  lie. \nHow  many  promises  he  sealed \nTo  get  the  oppressive  acts  repealed  ! \nYet  once  arrived  on  England's  shore. \nSet  on  the  premier  to  pass  more.\" \n\nWhen  the  two  regiments  of  British  troops  debarked  in  Boston,  Oct., \n1768,  they  were  received  as  unwelcome  intruders,  and  the  selectmen \nabsolutely  refused  to  grant  them  quarters.  One  of  the  regiments \nencamped  on  Boston  Common.  The  other,  after  a  fruitless  attempt  to \nobtain  possession  of  the  Manufiictory  House,  marched  at  sunset  to  Fan- \neuil  Hall,  where  they  waited  several  hours,  before  they  had  leave  of \noccupation ;  Col.  Dalrymple  having  pledged  his  honor  that  Faneuil \nHall  should  be  cleared  as  soon  as  possible,  otherwise  they  must  have \nsuffered  in  the  streets.  The  next  day,  the  State-house,  in  King- \nstreet,  was  opened,  by  order  of  Gov.  Bernard,  for  their  reception. \nJohn  Hancock  being  well  known  as  a  decided  advocate  of  the  Provin- \ncialists,  and  the  wealthiest  merchant  of  Boston,  an  attempt  was  made \nto  stigmatize  his  character.  A  writer  in  the  Boston  Gazette,  of  Nov. \n7,  1768,  remarked,  in  an  article:  \"I  have  lately  heard,  from  good \nauthority,  of  an  attempt  to  sully  the  reputation  of  a  gentleman  of \ngreat  merit,  as  well  as  superior  fortune,  in  this  town, —  a  gentleman \nwho  has  the  entire  confidence  of  his  fellow-citizens,  in  various  public \nstations ;  —  Avho  has  repeatedly  served  them  in  the  General  Assembly, \nand  the  last  May  had  the  honor  of  being  chosen  a  member  of  His \nMajesty's  Council,  by  a  great  majority  of  the  suffrages  of  the  two \nHouses  of  Assembly,  though  it  must  be  acknowledged  he  was  neg- \natived by  Gov.  Bernard.  What  could  induce  a  scribbler  to  forge  a \nletter,  and  publish  it  in  a  coffee-house,  in  New  York,  under  the  name \nof  that  gentleman,  requesting  Gen.  Gage  that  he  might  supply  the \ntroops  now  in  town  or  expected, —  so  unwelcome  to  the  inhabitants, \nconsidering  the  errand  on  which  all  agree  they  are  come, —  unless  it \nwas  to  induce  a  belief  in  the  minds  of  gentlemen  in  New  York  that, \n\n\n76.  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n« \nfrom  a  sordid  love  of  gain,  he  had  counteracted  his  professed  senti- \nments, and  so  to  render  him  ridiculous  there  7     I  doubt  not  but  that \nboth  the  general  and  Mr.  Hancock  know  it  to  be  a  falsehood.\"     The \ncharge  was  reijelled  as  follows,  in  the  very  next  Gazette : \n\n\"Messrs.  Edes  &  Gill: \n\n\"  I  observe  in  your  last  paper  a  piece  signed  Veritas,  the  writer \nof  which  says  he  had  it  from  good  authority,  that  a  letter  under \nmy  hand  was  published  in  a  coffee-house,  at  New  York,  requesting \nHis  Excellency  Gen.  Gage  that  I  might  supply  the  troops  then \nexpected,  and  which  have  since  arrived  in  this  town.  If  such  a  letter \nhas  been  produced  there,  or  anywhere  else,  I  declare  it  to  ha 'Ol  forgery; \nfor  I  have  never  made  application  to  any  for  the  supply  of  said  troops, \nnor  did  I  ever  desire  any  person  to  do  it  for  me.  The  person  who  pro- \nduced the  letter  could  have  no  other  design  but  to  injure  my  reputa- \ntion, and  abuse  the  gentlemen  of  New  York.  I  therefore  desire  you \nwould  give  this  a  place  in  your  next,  in  which  you  will  oblige \n\n\"  Your  humble  servant,  John  Hancock. \n\n''Boston,  Nov.  12,  1768.\" \n\nIn  the  fall  of  this  year,  a  great  uproar  was  raised  in  Boston  on \naccount  of  the  unlading  in  the  night  of  a  cargo  of  wines  from  the \nsloop  Liberty,  from  Madeira,  belonging  to  John  Hancock,  without  pay- \ning the  customs.  Mr.  Hancock  was  prosecuted  upon  a  great  number \nof  libels,  for  penalties  upon  acts  of  Parliament,  amounting  to  ninety  or  a \nhundred  thousand  pounds  sterling.  \"  He  thought  fit  to  engage  me  as \nhis  counsel  and  advocate,\"  says  John  Adams,  \"and  a  painful  drudgery \nI  had  of  his  cause.  There  were  few  days,  through  the  whole  winter, \nwhen  I  was  not  summoned  to  attend  the  Court  of  Admiralty.  It \nseemed  as  if  the  officers  of  the  crown  were  determined  to  examine  the \nwhole  town  as  witnesses.  Almost  every  day  a  fresh  witness  Avas  to  be \nexamined  upon  interrogatories.  They  interrogated  many  of  his  near \nrelations  and  most  intimate  friends,  and  threatened  to  summon  his \namiable  and  venerable  aunt,  the  relict  of  his  uncle,  Thomas  Hancock, \nwho  had  left  the  greatest  part  of  his  fortune  to  him.  I  was  thoroughly \nweary  and  disgusted  with  the  court,  the  officers  of  the  crown,  the \ncause,  and  even  with  the  tyrannical  bell  that  dangled  me  out  of  my \nhouse  every  morning;  and  this  odious  cause  was  suspended  at  last  only \nby  the  Battle  of  Lexington,  which  put  an  end  forever  to  all  such  pros- \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  77 \n\necutlons.\"  Hutchinson,  who  enlarges  on  this  affair,  remarks,  that  an \nentry  was  made  at  the  custom-house,  upon  oath,  of  four  or  five  pipes \nonly  as  the  whole  cargo ;  and  this  Avas  as  much  a  submission  to  the \nauthority  of  the  act  as  if  the  whole  cargo  had  been  entered.  The \nremainder  was  landed  in  the  night,  or  evening ;  and  the  wines,  or \nfreight,  were  sent  to  the  owners,  and  no  duty  demanded.  A  furious \nriot  ensued.  ,  The  collector  and  comptroller  had  their  windows  broken, \nand  a  boat,  belonging  to  the  custom-house,  was  drawn  in  triumph \nthrough  the  streets  of  Boston,  and  burnt  on  the  Common. \n\nHancock  constantly  associated  with  the  avowed  advocates  of  liberty, \nand  was  an  active  member  of  the  North  End  Caucus,  which  frequently \ngathered  at  William  Campbell's  house,  near  the  North  Battery,  orig- \ninated by  Dr.  Joseph  Warren,  who,  with  another  person,  drew  up  the \nregulations  of  the  caucus.  Here  the  committees  of  pubhc  service \nwere  formed,  the  plan  for  military  companies  and  means  of  defence, \nand  the  resolves  for  the  destruction  of  the  detestable  tea.  Dr.  Thomas \nYoung  was  its  first  president,  when  it  consisted  of  sixty-one  members. \nIt  was  here,  when  the  best  mode  of  expelling  the  regulars  from  Boston \nwas  discussed,  that  Hancock  exclaimed,  '-Burn  Boston,  and  make \nJohn  Hancock  a  beggar,  if  the  public  good  requires  it!\" \n\nKing  George  the  Third  sanctioned  Lord  North's  bill  repealing \nduties,  excepting  that  on  tea,  April  12,  1770.  Shortly  after  this \ndecision,  several  cargoes  of  tea  had  arrived  in  Boston,  and  nothing \nwould  satisfy  the  people  but  its  immediate  return.  The  ladies  signed \na  pledge  not  to  drink  any  tea,  except  in  sickness ;  and  John  Hancock \noffered  one  of  his  vessels,  freight  free  of  expense,  for  that  purpose,  and \na  load  of  the  detestable  weed  was  conveyed  to  the  London  consignees. \nSamuel  Adams  was  the  chief  counsellor  in  the  destruction  of  the  tea, \nDec,  1773,  and  the  hall  of  council  was  the  back  room  of  the  Boston \nGazette,  at  the  corner  of  Queen  and  Brattle  streets.  Li  Thomas'  Spy \nwe  find  a  poetical  effusion  on  this  subject : \n\n\"  Farewell  the  tea-board,  witli  its  equipage \nOf  cups  and  saucers,  cream-bucket  and  sugar-tongs  ; \nThe  pretty  tea-chest,  also,  lately  stored \nWith  hyson,  Congo,  and  best  double  fine. \nFull  many  a  joyous  moment  have  I  sat  by  you, \nHearing  the  girls  tattle,  the  old  maids  talk  scandal. \nAnd  the  spruce  coxcomb  laugh  at  may-be  nothing. \nNo  more  shall  I  dish  out  the  oac6-loved  liquor, \nThough  now  detestable, \n\n7* \n\n\n78  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nBecause  I  am  taught,  and  I  believe  it  true, \n\nIts  use  will  fasten  slavish  chains  upon  my  country; \n\nAnd  Liberty  's  the  goddess  I  would  choose \n\nTo  reign  triumphant  in  America  !  \" \n\nIn  the  year  1772  Hancock  was  elected  to  the  command  of  the  inde- \npendent Cadets,  well  known  as  the  governor's  guard ;  and  we  find,  by  the \nBoston  Gazette  of  May  12,  at  this  date,  the  announcement  of  the  elec- \ntion of  John  Hancock  as  a  Boston  representative,  as  moderator  of  the \nto^vn-meeting,  and  his  appointment  by  Gov.  Hutchinson  as  commander \nof  the  Cadets,  Avhich  is  stated  as  follows :  \"  His  Excellency  the  Captain \nGeneral  has  been  pleased  to  commissionate  John  Hancock,  Esq.,  to  be \nCaptain  of  the  Company  of  Cadets,  with  the  rank  of  Colonel :\"  and \nthe  promptness  with  which  Col.  Hancock  entered  upon  the  duties  of  his \noffice  is  shown  by  the  following  advertisement,  which  appears  in  the \nnext  column  of  the  Gazette:  \"Wanted,  Immediately,  For  his \nExcellency's  Company  of  Cadets,  Two  Fifers  that  understand  Play- \ning. Those  that  are  Masters  of  Musick,  and  are  inclined  to  engage \nwith  the  Company,  are  desired  to  apply  to  Col.  John  Hancock.\" \n\nWhen  Thomas  Gage  landed  at  Long  Wharf,  May  19,  1774,  this \ncompany  escorted  the  new  governor,  in  an  extensive  civil  and  military \nprocession,  to  the  council-chamber,  at  the  old  State-house,  in  King- \nstreet,  after  which  they  conducted  Gage,  under  Col.  Hancock,  to  the \nProvince-house,  then  the  governor's  residence.  Gov.  Gage  soon \nbecame  jealous  of  Hancock,  for  in  August  of  this  year  he  was  noti- \nfied, by  Secretary  Flucker,  that  the  governor  had  no  further  occasion \nfor  his  services  as  the  commander ;  on  which,  the  corps  disbanded \nthemselves,  and  deputed  a  committee  to  wait  on  Gage,  at  Danvers, \nsurrendering  to  him  the  standard  with  his  arms,  which  his  excellency \nhad  presented  them  on  his  arrival  from  London,  informing  him  that  they \nno  longer  considered  themselves  as  the  governor's  Independent  Cadets. \nIn  an  address  to  Hancock,  Aug.  18,  1774,  signed  by  fifty-two  mem- \nbers, they  remark,  \"At  a  period  when  the  post  of  honor  is  a  private \nstation,  it  cannot  be  thought  strange  that  a  gentleman  of  your  distin- \nguished character  should  meet  with  every  discouragement  from  men  in \npower;\"  and  Col.  Hancock  said,  in  reply,  \"I  am  ever  ready  to \nappear  in  a  public  station,  when  the  honor  or  the  interest  of  the  com- \nmunity calls  me ;  but  shall  always  prefer  retirement  in  a  private  sta- \ntion, to  being  a  tool  in  the  hand  of  power  to  oppress  my  countrymen.\" \nGage  and  Hancock  never  came  together  again  as  political  friends. \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  79 \n\nThe  orator  on  the  Massacre,  in  the  year  1774,  was  Col.  John  Han- \ncock. His  performance  was  remarkably  bold  and  eflfective,  giving \ngreat  offence  to  the  executive,  and  more  especially  to  the  officers  of  the \nstanding  army  ;  indeed,  it  was  a  striking  act  of  intrepidity.  At  the \nclose  of  the  exercises,  a  very  generous  collection  was  taken  up  for  the \nunfortunate  Christopher  Monk,  now  about  twenty-three  years  old,  then \npresent,  who  was  wounded  on  the  fatal  evening  of  the  Massacre,  and \nwas  a  shocking  monument  of  that  horrid  catastrophe.  This  produc- \ntion was  elegant,  pathetic,  and  spirited.  The  allusion  of  Hancock  to \nthe  attempt  of  Parliament  to  enforce  obedience  to  acts  which  neither \nGod  nor  man  ever  authorized  them  to  make,  forcibly  reminds  us  of \nJames  Otis,  their  most  effective  opponent,  who  was  as  \"a  wedge  to \nspht  the  lignum  vitse  block  of  parliamentary  usurpation.\"  John \nAdams,  who  was  present  on  the  occasion,  remarks,  the  composition, \nthe  pronunciation,  the  action,  all  exceeded  the  expectation  of  every- \nbody. They  exceeded  even  mine,  which  were  very  considerable. \nMany  of  the  sentiments  came  with  great  propriety  from  him.  His \ninvective,  particularly  against  a  preference  of  riches  to  virtue,  came \nfrom  him  with  a  singular  grace  and  dignity  :  \"  Despise  the  glare  of \nwealth.  The  people  who  pay  greater  respect  to  a  wealthy  villain  than \nto  an  honest,  upright  man  in  poverty,  almost  deserve  to  be  enslaved. \nThey  plainly  show  that  wealth,  however  it  may  be  acquired,  is  in  their \nesteem  to  be  preferred  to  virtue.\"  The  lantern  exhibition  occurred  on \nthe  succeeding  Monday.  In  one  of  the  windows  at  Mrs.  Clapham's, \nwas  a  painting  of  Gov.  Hutchinson  and  Judge  Peter  Oliver,  in  the \nhorrors  occasioned  by  the  appearance  of  the  ghosts  of  Empson  and \nDudley,  advising  them  to  think  of  their  fate : \n\n\"  Ye  traitors  !     Is  there  not  some  chosen  curse,  — \nSome  hidden  thunder  in  the  stores  of  heaven, \nRed  with  uncommon  wrath,  to  blast  the  men \nWho  owe  their  greatness  to  their  country's  ruin  ?  \" \n\nOn  turning  to  Hutchinson,  it  is  related  that,  on  the  evening  after \nthe  delivery  of  the  oration,  \"a select  number  of  persons,  styled  in  the \nnewspapers  friends  of  constitutional  liberty,  assembled  at  a  house  in \nKing-street,  Boston.  Among  them  were  the  speaker  and  divers  mem- \nbers of  the  House  of  Representatives.  Figures  were  exhibited,  through \nthe  windows  of  the  room,  to  the  people  in  the  street,  of  the  governor \nand  chief-justice,  in  derision.     Such  abuse  of  private  characters  it  is \n\n\n80  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ngenerally  best  to  treat  -with  contempt ; \"  and  the  Boston  Post  printed \nan  original  song  for  the  Fifth  of  March,  written  in  eight  verses,  the \nfirst  of  which  says : \n\n« '  When  the  foes  of  the  land  our  destruction  had  planned, \nThey  sent  ragged  troops  for  our  masters  ; \nBut,  from  former  defeat,  they  must  now  understand \nTheir  wolves  shall  not  prowl  in  our  pastures.\" \n\nAs  an  embodiment  of  the  condition  and  spirit  of  the  Bostonians  is \nindicated  in  this  passage,  we  make  no  apology  for  its  insertion  here : \n\"  It  was  easy  to  foresee  the  consequences  which  so  naturally  followed \nupon  sending  troops  into  America,  to  enforce  obedience  to  acts  of  the \nBritish  Parliament   which  neither   God   nor   man   ever    empowered \nthem  to  make.     It  was  reasonable  to  expect  that  troops  who  knew  the \nerrand  they  were  sent  upon  would  treat  the  people  whom  they  were  to \nsubjugate  with  a  cruelty  and  haughtiness  which  too  often  buries  the \nhonorable  character  of  a  soldier  in  the  disgraceful  name  of  an  unfeel- \ning ruffian.     The  troops,  upon  their  first  arrival,  took  possession  of  our \nsenate-house,  and  pointed  their  cannon  against  the  judgment- hall,  and \neven  continued  them  there  whilst  the  Supreme  Court  of  judicature  for \nthis  province  was  actually  sitting  to  decide  upon  the  lives  and  fortunes \nof  the  king's  subjects.     Our  streets  nightly  resounded  with  the  noise \nof  riot  and  debauchery ;   our  peaceful  citizens  were  hourly  exposed  to \nshameful  insults,  and  often  felt  the  effects  of  their  violence  and  out- \nrage.    But  this  was  not  all.     As  though  they  thought  it  not  enough \nto  violate  our  civil  rights,  they  endeavored  to  deprive  us  of  our  rehgious \nprivileges ;  to  vitiate  our  morals,  and  thereby  render  us  deserving  of \ndestruction.     Hence  the  rude  din  of  arms  which  broke  in  upon  your \nsolemn  devotions  in  your  temples,  on  that  hallowed  day  by  Heaven,  and \nset  apart  by  God  himself  for  his  peculiar  worship.     Hence  impious \noaths   and   blasphemies  so   often   tortured  your   unaccustomed    ear. \nHence  all  the  arts  which  idleness  and  luxury  could  invent  were  used \nto  betray  our  youth  of  one  sex  into  extravagance  and  efleminacy,  and \nof  the  other  to  infamy  and  ruin.     And  did  they  not  succeed  but  too \nwell  ?     Did  not  a  reverence  for  religion  sensibly  decay  7     Did  not  our \ninfants  almost  learn  to  lisp  out  curses  before  they  knew  their  horrid \nimport  7     Did  not  our  youth  forget  they  were  Americans,  and,  regard- \nless of  the  admonitions  of  the  wise  and  aged,  servilely  copy  from  their \ntyrants  those  vices  which  must  finally  overthrow  the  empire  of  Great \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  81 \n\nBritain  ?  And  must  I  be  compelled  to  acknowledge  that  even  the \nnoblest,  fairest  part  of  all  the  lower  creation,  did  not  entirely  escape \nthe  cursed  snare  1  When  virtue  has  once  erected  her  throne  within \nthe  female  breast,  it  is  upon  so  solid  a  basis  that  nothing  is  able  to \nexpel  the  heavenly  inhabitant.  But  have  there  not  been  some  —  few, \nindeed,  I  hope  —  whose  youth  and  inexperience  have  rendered  them  a \nprey  to  wretches,  whom,  upon  the  least  reflection,  they  would  have \ndespised  and  hated,  as  foes  to  God  and  their  country  ?  I  fear  there \nhave  been  such  unhappy  instances ;  or  why  have  I  seen  an  honest \nfather  clothed  with  shame  1  —  or  why  a  virtuous  mother  drowned  in \ntears'?\" \n\nMr.  Hancock  was  a  delegate  from  Suftblk  to  the  first  Provincial \nCongress,  which  convened  at  Concord,  Oct.  11,  1774,  Avhen  he  was \nelected  its  president.  He  was  also  president  of  the  second  Provincial \nCongress,  until  he  was  succeeded  by  Dr.  Joseph  Warren. \n\nWhen  Gov.  Gage  sent  the  regular  troops  to  Concord,  for  the \ndestruction  of  the  stores  of  the  provincials,  another  design  Avas  to \napprehend  John  Hancock  and  Samuel  Adams,  his  most  formidable \nfoes. \n\nIn  the  narrative  of  Col.  Revere,  we  find  a  statement  of  the  escape \nof  Hancock  and  Adams,  at  Lexington :  \"On  Tuesday  evening,  the  18th \nof  April,  1775,  it  was  observed  that  a  number  of  soldiers  were  march- \ning towards  Boston  Common.  About  ten  o'clock,  Dr.  Warren  sent  in \ngreat  haste  for  me,  and  begged  that  I  would  immediately  set  off  for \nLexington,  where  were  Hancock  and  Adams,  and  acquaint  them  of \nthe  movement,  and  that  it  was  thought  they  were  the  objects.  When \nI  got  to  Dr.  Warren's  house,  I  found  he  had  sent  an  express  by  land \nto  Lexington  —  a  Mr.  William  Dawes.  The  Sunday  before,  by  desire \nof  Dr.  Warren,  I  had  been  to  Lexington  to  see  Hancock  and  Adams, \nwho  were  at  Rev.  Mr.  Clark's.  I  returned  at  night,  through  Charles- \ntown.  There  I  agreed  with  a  Col.  Conant,  and  some  other  gentlemen, \nthat  if  the  British  went  out  by  water,  we  would  show  two  lanterns  in \nthe  North  Church  steeple,  and  if  by  land,  one,  as  a  signal ;  for  we \nwere  apprehensive  it  would  be  difficult  to  cross  the  Charles  River,  or \nget  over  Boston  Neck.  I  left  Dr.  Warren,  called  upon  a  friend,  and \ndesired  him  to  make  the  signals.  I  then  went  home,  took  my  boote \nand  surtout,  went  to  the  north  part  of  the  town,  where  I  had  kept  a \nboat.  Two  friends  rowed  me  across  Charles  River,  a  little  to  the \neastward,  where  the  Somerset  man-of-war  lay.     It  was  then  young \n\n\n82  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nflood  ;  the  ship  was  winding,  and  the  moon  was  rising.  They  landed \nme  on  the  Charlestown  side.  When  I  got  into  town,  I  met  Col. \nConant  and  several  others.  They  said  they  had  seen  our  signals.  I \ntold  them  what  was  acting,  and  went  to  get  me  a  horse.  I  got  a  horse \nof  Dea.  Larkin.  While  the  horse  was  preparing,  Richard  Devens, \nEsq.,  who  was  one  of  the  Committee  of  Safety,  came  to  me,  and  told \nme  that  he  came  down  the  road  from  Lexington,  after  sundown,  that \nevening ;  that  he  met  ten  British  oflScers,  all  well  mounted  and  armed, \ngoing  up  the  road. \n\n\"I  set  off  upon  a  very  good  horse.  It  was  then  about  eleven  o'clock, \nand  very  pleasant.  After  I  had  passed  Charlestown  Neck,  and  got \nnearly  opposite  where  Mark  was  hung  in  chains,  I  saw  two  men  on \nhorseback,  under  a  tree.  When  I  got  near  them,  I  discovered  they \nAverc  British  officers.  One  tried  to  get  ahead  of  me,  and  the  other  to \ntake  me.  I  turned  my  horse  very  quick,  and  galloped  towards  Charles- \ntown Neck,  and  then  pushed  for  the  Medford  road.  The  one  who \nchased  me,  endeavoring  to  cut  me  off,  got  into  a  clay-pond,  near  where \nthe  new  tavern  is  now  built.  I  got  clear  of  him,  and  went  through \nMedford,  over  the  bridge,  and  up  to  Menotomy.  In  Medford,  I \nawaked  the  captain  of  the  minute-men ;  and  after  that,  I  alarmed \nalmost  every  house,  till  I  got  to  Lexington.  I  found  Hancock  and \nAdams  at  the  Rev.  Mr.  Clark's.  I  told  them  my  errand,  and  inquired \nfor  Mr.  Dawes.  They  said  he  had  not  been  there.  I  related  the \nstory  of  the  two  officers,  and  supposed  that  he  must  have  been  stopped, \nas  he  ought  to  have  been  there  before  me.  After- 1  had  been  there \nabout  half  an  hour,  Mr.  Dawes  came.  We  refreshed  ourselves,  and \nset  off  for  Concord,  to  secure  the  stores,  etc.,  there.  We  were  over- \ntaken by  a  young  Dr.  Prescott,  whom  we  found  to  be  a  high  son  of \nliberty.  I  told  them  of  the  ten  officers  that  Mr.  Devens  met,  and  that \nit  was  probable  we  might  be  stopped  before  we  got  to  Concord  ;  for  I \nsupposed  that  after  night  they  divided  themselves,  and  that  two  of \nthem  had  fixed  themselves  in  such  passages  as  were  most  likely  to \nstop  any  intelligence  going  to  Concord.  I  likewise  mentioned  that  we \nhad  better  alarm  all  the  inhabitants  till  Ave  got  to  Concord.  The \nyoung  doctor  much  approved  of  it,  and  said  he  would  stop  with  either \nof  us,  for  the  people  between  that  and  Concord  knew  liim,  and  would \ngive  the  more  credit  to  what  we  said.  We  had  got  nearly  half  way. \nMr.  Dawes  and  the  doctor  stopped  to  alarm  the  people  of  a  house.  I \nwas  about  one  hundi-ed  rods  ahead,  when  I  saw  two  men  in  nearly  the \n\n\nJOHN    HANCOCK.  83 \n\nsame  situation  as  those  officers  were  near  Charlestown.  I  called  for \nthe  doctor  and  Mr.  Dawes  to  come  up.  In  an  instant  I  was  sur- \nrounded bj  four.  They  had  placed  themselves  in  a  straight  road  that \ninclined  each  way.  They  had  taken  down  a  pair  of  bars  on  the  north \nside  of  the  road,  and  two  of  them  were  under  a  tree  in  the  pasture. \nDr.  Prescott,  being  foremost,  came  up,  and  we  tried  to  get  past  them ; \nbut  they  being  armed  with  pistols  and  swords,  they  forced  us  into  the \npasture.  The  doctor  jumped  his  horse  over  a  low  stone-wall,  and  got \nto  Concord.  I  observed  a  wood  at  a  small  distance,  and  made  for \nthat.  When  I  got  there,  out  started  six  officers  on  horseback,  and \nordered  me  to  dismount.  One  of  them,  who  appeared  to  have  the \ncommand,  examined  me,  where  I  came  from,  and  what  my  name  was. \nI  told  him.  He  asked  me  if  I  was  an  express.  I  answered  in  the \naffirmative.  He  demanded  what  time  I  left  Boston.  I  told  him ;  and \nadded,  that  their  troops  had  catched  aground  in  passing  the  river,  and \nthat  there  would  be  five  hundred  Americans  there  in  a  short  time,  for \nI  had  alarmed  the  country  all  the  way  up.  He  immediately  rode \ntowards  those  who  stopped  us,  when  all  five  of  them  came  dowTi  upon \na  full  gallop.  One  of  them,  whom  I  afterwards  found  to  be  a  Maj. \nMitchell,  of  the  5th  regiment,  clapped  his  pistol  to  my  head,  called \nme  by  name,  and  told  me  he  was  going  to  ask  me  some  questions,  and \nif  I  did  not  give  him  true  answers,  he  would  blow  my  brains  out.  He \nthen  asked  me  similar  questions  to  those  above.  He  then  ordered  me \nto  mount  my  horse,  after  searching  me  for  arms.  He  then  ordered \nthem  to  advance,  and  to  lead  me  in  front.  AVhen  we  got  to  the  road, \nthey  turned  down  towards  Lexington.  When  we  had  got  about  one \nmile,  Maj.  Mitchell  rode  up  to  the  officer  that  was  leading  me,  and  told \nhim  to  give  me  to  the  sergeant.  As  soon  as  he  took  me,  the  major \nordei-ed  him,  if  I  attempted  to  run,  or  anybody  insulted  them,  to  blow \nmy  brains  out.  We  rode  till  we  got  near  Lexington  meeting-house, \nwhen  the  militia  fired  a  volley  of  guns,  which  appeared  to  alarm  them \nvery  much.  The  major  inquired  of  me  how  far  it  was  to  Cambridge, \nand  if  there  were  any  other  road.  After  some  consultation,  the  major \nrode  up  to  the  sergeant,  and  asked  if  his  horse  was  tired.  He  answered \nhim,  he  was.  He  was  a  sergeant  of  grenadiers,  and  had  a  small  horse ; \nthen  said  he,  Take  that  man's  horse.  I  dismounted,  and  the  sergeant \nmounted  my  horse,  when  they  all  rode  towards  Lexington  meeting- \nhouse. I  went  across  the  burying-ground  and  some  pastures,  and  came \nto  the  Rev.  Mr.  Clark's  house,  where  I  found  Hancock  and  Adams.    I \n\n\n84  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATOKS. \n\ntold  them  of  my  treatment,  and  they  concluded  to  go  from  that  house \ntowards  Woburn.  I  went  with  them  and  a  Mr.  Lowell,  who  was  a \nclerk  to  Mr.  Hancock.  When  we  got  to  the  house  where  they  intended \nto  stop,  Mr.  Lowell  and  myself  returned  to  Mr.  Clark's,  to  find  what \nwas  going  on.  When  we  reached  there,  an  elderly  man  came  in.  He \nsaid  he  had  just  come  from  the  tavern, —  that  a  man  had  come  from \nBoston,  who  said  there  were  no  British  troops  coming.  Mr.  Lowell \nand  myself  went  towards  the  tavern,  when  we  met  a  man,  on  a  full \ngallop,  who  told  us  the  troops  were  coming  up  the  rocks.  We  after- \nwards met  another,  who  said  they  were  close  by,  Mr.  Lowell  asked \nme  to  go  to  the  tavern  with  him,  to  get  a  trunk  of  papers  belonging  to \nMr.  Hancock.  We  Avent  up  chamber,  and  while  we  were  getting  the \ntrunk,  we  saw  the  British  \\ery  near,  upon  a  full  march.  We  hurried \ntowards  Mr.  Clark's  house.  In  our  way,  we  passed  through  the \nmilitia.  There  were  about  fifty.  When  we  had  got  about  one  hun- \ndred yards  from  the  meeting-house,  the  British  troops  appeared  on \nboth  sides  of  the  meeting-house.  In  their  front  was  an  officer  on \nhorselxick.  They  made  a  short  halt,  when  I  saw  and  heard  a  gun  fired, \nwhich  appeared  to  be  a  pistol.  Then  I  could  distinguish  two  guns, \nand  then  a  continued  roar  of  musketry,  when  we  made  off  with  the \ntrunk.\"' \n\nIn  Frothiniiham's  Siejre  of  Boston  we  find  it  stated  that  Hancock \nand  Adams,  whose  safety  was  regarded  as  of  the  utmost  importance, \nwere  persuaded  to  retire  to  the  then  second  precinct  of  Woburn,  to  the \nhouse  occupied  by  Madam  Jones,  widow  of  Rev.  Thomas  Jones,  and \nRev.  I\\Ir.  Marett,  which  is  now  standing  in  Burlington,  and  occupied \nby  Rev.  Samuel  Sewell,  a  descendant  of  the  venerable  chief-justice, \nDorothy  Quincy  accompanied  her  intended  husband  —  Hancock. \nHere,  at  noon,  they  had  just  sat  down  to  an  elegant  dinner,  when \na  man  broke  suddenly  in  upon  them  with  a  shriek,  and  they  believed \nthe  regulars  were  upon  them.  Mr.  Marett  then  piloted  Adams  and \nHancock  along  a  cartway  to  Mr.  Amos  Wyman's  house,  in  a  corner \nof  Billerica,  where  they  were  glad  to  dine  off  of  cold  salt  pork  and \npotatoes,  served  in  a  Avooden  tray.  Thus  the  proud  anticipations  of \nthe  British  troops,  in  regard  to  their  capture,  were  blasted.  As  John \nHancock  was  accustomed  to  wear  a  scarlet  coat  of  red  velvet,  with \nruffles  on  his  sleeves,  after  the  fashion  of  the  judges  of  the  court.  Gov. \nGage  is  made  to  say,  in  the  old  revolutionary  play,  at  the  period  of \nthe  Battle  of  Lexington,  \"  If  Col.  Smith  succeeds  in  his  embassy,— \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  85 \n\nand  I  think  there  is  no  doubt  of  it, — I  shall  have  the  pleasure  this \nevening,  I  expect,  of  having  my  friends  Hancock  and  Adams'  good \ncompany.  I  '11  make  each  of  them  a  present  of  a  pair  of  handsome \niron  ruffles,  and  Maj.  Provost  shall  provide  a  suitable  entertainment.\" \nIn  another  passage  of  the  same  play,  it  is  said,  \"  Let  us  have  one  good \ndinner  before  we  part,  and  leave  us  half  a  dozen  pipes  of  Hancock's \nwine  to  drink  your  health ;  and  don't  let  us  part  with  dry  lips.\"  On \nthe  12th  of  June  succeeding,  Gov.  Gage  issued  a  proclamation  offering \npardon  to  all  the  rebels,  excepting  Samuel  Adams  and  John  Hancock, \n\"whose  offences  are  of  too  flagitious  a  nature  to  admit  of  any  other \nconsideration  than  that  of  condign  punishment : \n\n\n55 \n\n\n\"  As  for  their  king,  John  Hancock, \nAnd  Adams,  if  they  're  taken, \nTheir  heads  for  signs  shall  hang  up  high \nUpon  that  hill  called  Beacon  ;\" — \n\nand  the  Provincial  Congress,  as  noticed  more  especially  in  the  memoir \nof  Gen.  Warren,  issued  a  proclamation  of  like  nature,  excepting  Thomas \nGage,  Admiral  Graves,  and  others. \n\nThere  is  no  doubt  that  Gov.  Gage  was  alarmed  at  his  position,  some \nmonths  previous  to  this  date,  as,  in  his  despatches  to  the  throne,  to  the \n18th  of  March,  acknowledging  the  king's  orders  to  apprehend  Messrs. \nGushing,  Adams,  and  Hancock,  and  send  them  over  to  London  for \ntrial  (the  second  order,  which  was  to  hang  them  in  Boston,  he  had \nnot  received),  he  expressed  his  fears  on  the  occasion;  and,  hoping  a \nreverse  of  the  order,  he  stated  that  he  should  delay  the  execution  a \nwhile  longer,  because,  if  the  order  were  fulfilled,  he  must  come  to  an \nengagement,  the  event  of  which  he  had  every  reason  to  apprehend \nwould  be  fatal  to  the  king's  troops  and  to  himself,  as  the  Massachusetts \nprovincials  had  at  least  fifteen  thousand  men  ready  for  the  onset,  and \nevery  public  and  private  road  occupied  for  defence.  He  earnestly \nrequested  a  reinforcement  of  regulars ,  if  that  disagreeable  order  must \nbe  enforced. \n\nAbout  this  period,  a  party  of  British  soldiers  entered  the  residence \nof  John  Hancock,  according  to  the  Gazette,  who  began  to  pillage  and \nbreak  down  the  fences ;  but  on  complaint  being  made  by  the  selectmen \nto  Gov.  Gage,  he  ordered  the  fences  to  be  repaired,  and  appointed  Earl \nPercy  to  take  possession  of  the  premises.  We  find  additional  partic- \nulars, in  relation  to  this  affair,  in  the  letter  of  a  gentleman  to  a  friend \n8 \n\n\n86  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nin  New  York,  dated  March  22,  17T5  :  \"  In  the  evening  of  the  17th \ninstant,  Col.  Hancock's  elegant  seat,  situate  near  the  Common,  was \nattacked  by  a  number  of  officers,  who,  with  their  swords,  cut  and \nhacked  the  fence  before  his  house  in  a  most  scandalous  manner,  and \nbehaved  very  abusively,  by  breaking  people's  windows,  and  insulting \nalmost  every  person  they  met.  On  the  19th  instant.  Col.  Hancock \nwas  again  insulted  b}'^  a  number  of  inferior  officers  and  privates,  who \nentered  his  enclosures,  and  refused  to  retire,  after  his  requesting  them \nso  to  do,  telling  him  that  his  house  and  stables  would  soon  be  theirs, \nand  then  they  Avould  do  as  they  pleased.  However,  on  his  application \nto  the  general,  he  immediately  sent  one  of  his  aids-de-camp  to  the \nofficer  of  the  guard,  at  the  bottom  of  the  Common,  to  seize  any  officer \nor  private  who  should  molest  Col.  Hancock,  or  any  inhabitant,  in  their \nlawful  calling.\" \n\nThe  editor  of  the  New  York  Knickerbocker,  who  once  enjoyed  the \nhospitality  of  the  present  Hancock  family,  remarks  :  \"  From  this  house \nwas  driven  the  fair  and  noble-looking  lady  whose  portrait  hangs  in  the \ndrawing-room  below,  that  the  Percy,  who \n\n*  Fought  for  King  George  at  Lexington, \nA  major  of  dragoons,' \n\nmight  here  establish  his  quarters.  As  I  sat  there,  in  what  was  for- \nmerly the  state-chamber,  conjuring  up  thoughts  of  that  past  time,  I \ncould  almost  fancy  that  I  heard  the  measured  tread  of  the  red-coated \nsentinel  in  the  grand  old  entrance-hall  below,  and  saw  the  glancing \nbavonets  in  the  remains  of  the  British  intrenchments  on  the  Common, \nnearly  opposite  the  house. \n\n'  I  vrandered  through  the  lofty  halls \n\nTrod  by  the  Percys  of  old  fame, \nAnd  traced  upon  the  chapel  walls \n\nEach  high  heroic  name,  — \nFrom  him  who  once  his  standard  set \nWhere  now,  o'er  mosque  and  minaret. \n\nGlitter  the  Sultan's  crescent  moons. \nTo  him  who,  when  a  younger  son. \nFought  for  King  George  at  Lexington, \n\nA  major  of  dragoons  ! '  \" \n\nMr.  Hancock  married,  at  Fairfield,  Conn.,  Dorothy,  daughter  of \nEdmund  Quincy,  of  Boston,  Sept.  4,  1775.  He  had  a  daughter,  who \ndied  in  infancy,  at  Philadelphia,  1776 ;  and  one  son,  John  George \n\n\nJOHN    HANCOCK.  87 \n\nWashington,  who  yyaa  killed  at  Milton,  when  skating  on  the  ice, \nJan.  27,  1787,  aged  nine  years.  He  left  no  descendant.  The  quaint \nconceit  of  Lord  Bacon  may  be  applied  to  Hancock:  \"  Surely,  man \nshall  see  the  noblest  works  and  foundations  have  proceeded  from  child- \nless men,  who  have  sought  to  express  the  images  of  their  minds  where \nthose  of  their  bodies  have  failed :  so  the  care  of  posterity  is  most  in \nthem  that  have  no  posterity.\" \n\nIn  Quincy's  History  of  Harvard  University  appears  a  statement \nof  the  difficulties  of  the  college  with  John  Hancock,  who  was  the \ntreasurer  from  1773  to  1777,  which  exhibits  a  dark  shade  in  his  his- \ntory ;  —  not  that  he  was  wilfully  dishonorable,  but  he  could  not  be \naroused  to  an  adjustment  of  financial  duties  towards  the  institution  ; \nand  Rev.  Dr.  Gray,  of  Roxbury,  relates,  that  Dr.  Samuel  Cooper  and \nDr.  William  Gordon  agreed  that,  at  an  overseers'  meeting,  the  former \nshould  introduce  a  motion  for  the  immediate  settlement  of  the  treas- \nurer's accounts,  and  which  was  seconded  by  the  latter.  But  Dr.  Gor- \ndon- spoke  so  plainly  his  mind  of  the  singular  neglect  of  the  treasurer, \nthough  so  often  urged  to  do  it,  that  the  manner  was  thought  by  Dr. \nCooper,  who  was  perfectly  mild  and  polite  in  everything,  to  be  as  gross ; \nand  therefore  he  forbore  to  utter  a  syllable  upon  the  subject,  and  it \npassed  off  at  the  meeting  in  perfect  silence.  This  circumstance  so \ngreatly  offended  Gov.  Hancock,  that  he  removed  immediately  from \nJamaica  Plain  to  his  residence  in  Boston,  and  ceased  all  future  inter- \ncourse with  Dr.  Gordon. \n\nNo  name  stands  emblazoned  on  the  records  of  the  corporation, \nremarks  Quincy,  as  a  benefactor,  with  more  laudatory  epithets,  than \nthat  of  John  Hancock.  But  his  title  to  this  distinction  must  depend \nupon  the  view  which  is  taken  of  his  first  subscription  of  .£500.  In \nJuly,  1767,  when  no  motives  of  policy  influenced  the  corporation,  this \ndonation  is  stated  to  be  \"  the  proposed  gift  of  Thomas  Hancock  ;\"  his \n\"  signified  intention  to  subscribe,  towards  the  restoration  of  the  library, \nthe  sum  of  five  hundred  pounds  sterling,  the  completion  of  which  was \nprevented  by  his  sudden  death;\"  the  act  of  John  Hancock  is  recorded \nas  a  demonstration  of  his  generous  affection  to  the  college,  and  as  hav- \ning done  honor  to  the  memory  of  his  uncle,  by  voluntarily  fulfilling \nhis  noble  intention.  \"  In  the  donation-book  of  the  college,  collected  by \norder  of  the  corporation  in  1773,\"  the  year  in  which  Mr.  Hancock,  as \ntreasurer,  took  his  seat  in  that  board,  and  when  he  was  at  the  height \nof  his  popularity,  this  gift  is  recorded  on  one  page  as  exclusively  \"  the \n\n\n88  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ngift  of  Jolin  Hancock;\"  and  on  the  next  but  one,  as  \"his  gen- \nerous fulfihnent  of  the  intentions  of  his  late  uncle,  the  Honorable \nThomas  Hancock.\"  It  was  generally  regarded,  and  probably  by  Mr. \nHancock,  as  an  indispensable  obligation;  and  it  would  have  been \nalmost  impossible  for  a  young  man  ambitious  of  popularity  and  power, \non  receiving  an  estate,  estimated  at  X70,000  sterling,  from  the  bounty \nof  a  relative,  to  refuse  to  fulfil  \"  his  signified  intention  \"  to  subscribe \n-£500  in  favor  of  an  institution  which  every  man  of  influence  in  the \nprovince  was  laboring  to  raise  from  its  ruins. \n\nIf  the  subscription  be  placed  to  the  account  of  its  avowed  origin, \nthe  good  will  of  Thomas  Hancock,  the  college  was  indebted  to  the \nbounty  of  John  Hancock,  as  stated  in  the  records  of  the  college,  \"for \na  curious  dipping  needle,\"  and,  after  that  event,  for  the  sum  of  <£54 \n4s.  sterling,  being  the  excess  of  the  cost  of  the  books  ordered  by  the \ncorporation  beyond  the  X500  derived  from  the  good  will  of  his  uncle ; \nfor  -'a  full-length  picture  of  that  benefactor,\"  and  also  for  a  set  of \nthe  most  elegant  carpets  to  cover  the  floor  of  the  library,  the  apparatus \nand  philosophy  chambers,  and  covering  the  walls  of  the  latter  with  a \nrich  paper ;  \"for  an  Account  of  London  and  its  Environs,  in  six  vol- \numes,\" and  \"  a  curious  Coralline  in  its  natural  bed.\"  The  entire \nvalue  of  these  donations  certainly  did  not  greatly  exceed — and  was \nprobably  less  than  —  the  actual  loss  sustained,  according  to  the  state- \nment of  treasurer  Storer,  his  successor,  \"by  Mr.  Hancock's  long  denial \nof  the  rights  of  the  college,  and  withholding  its  property.\"  He  says \nthat  \"justice  to  a  public  institution,  which  he  essentially  embarrassed \nduring  a  period  of  nearly  twenty  years,\"  etc.,  requires  a  statement  of \nthe  facts. \n\nA  very  obvious  apology  for  the  delinquency  of  John  Hancock  is  to \nbe  ascribed  to  the  great  financial  distress  of  the  Old  Bay  State,  inci- \ndent upon  the  war  of  the  Revolution,  rendering  it  almost  impossible  to \ncommand  funds  for  the  liquidation  of  large  demands,  until  long  after \nthe  peace  of  1783.  Did  not  treasurer  Hancock  secure  an  estate  on \nMerchant's-row,  by  mortgage,  to  Harvard  College,  Dec.  29,  1785?  — \nand,  in  two  years  after  his  decease,  did  not  his  nephew,  John  Hancock, \nEsq.,  make  a  payment  of  nine  years'  interest  due  the  college?  —  and, \nDec.  13,  1802,  did  not  he  discharge  the  payment  of  the  principal  due, \nand  the  interest  in  full  to  that  date,  as  appears  by  the  records  in  the  ofiice \nof  the  Suffolk  Register  of  Deeds  ?  But  treasurer  Storer  complains  that \nthe  heirs  refused  to  pay  compound  interest,  whereby  the  college  was  a \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  89 \n\nloser  of  five  hundred  and  twenty-six  dollars.  This  was  a  very  natural \ndecision  of  the  heirs ;  but  we  will  not  censure  the  memory  of  Gov. \nHancock  for  this  act  of  the  heirs,  which  Avas  their  legal  right.  \"  Per- \nhaps there  is  not  a  person  in  America,\"  remarked  the  Rev.  Peter \nThachcr,  his  pastor,  in  the  sermon  at  his  funeral,  '\"  who  has  done  more \ngenerous  and  noble  actions  than  Gov.  Hancock,  and  who  has,  upon  all \noccasions,  contributed  more  liberally  to  public  institutions.  Besides \nthe  grand  and  hospitable  manner  in  which  he  entertained  foreigners \nand  others  in  his  house,  he  expended  large  sums  for  every  patriotic \npurpose,  and  for  the  benefit  of  our  university,  and  equalled  the  gen- \nerosity of  his  worthy  patron  to  it  by  his  own  donations.  I  should  be \nguilty  of  base  ingratitude,\"  continues  Dr.  Thacher,  \"did  I  not  thus \npublicly  acknowledge  numberless  instances  of  kindness,  attention,  and \nliberality,  which  I  have  received  at  his  hands.  These  now  lie  heavy \nat  my  heart,  and  increase  my  sorrow  for  his  loss,  though  they  have  not \nbribed  me  to  exceed  the  truth  in  delineating  his  character.\"  America \nnever  iiad  a  more  devoted  patriot  than  John  Hancock ;  and  the  secret \nmotive  of  his  soul  was  disclosed  in  the  declaration  he  made  on  taking \nthe  oath  of  office  in  the  old  State-house,  in  King-street,  Oct.  26,  1780, \nwhen  he  became  the  first  governor  under  the  new  constitution,  which \nis  another  apology  for  delay,  where  he  remarked,  \"Having,  in  the \nearly  stage  of  this  contest,  determined  to  devote  my  whole  time  and \nservices,  to  the  utter  exclusion  of  all  private  business,  even  to  the  end \nof  the  war,  and  being  ever  ready  to  obey  the  call  of  my  country,  I \nventure  to  offer  myself,  and  shall  endeavor  strictly  to  adhere  to  the \nlaws  of  the  constitution.\" \n\nBefore  we  continue  the  history  of  John  Hancock,  we  will  revert  a \nwhile  to  an  incident  that  occurred  in  Boston  when  it  was  a  besieged \ntown,  as  his  name  is  associated  with  it.  At  the  close  of  1774,  and  in \nthe  early  part  of  1775,  Gov.  Gage  began  to  take  possession  of  all  the \narms  and  military  stores  belonging  to  individuals  and  the  public.  These \nmeasures,  which  accelerated  hostilities,  occasioned  a  transaction  which \nillustrates  the  popular  feeling.  The  General  Court,  in  Nov.,  1766, \nordered  four  brass  cannon  to  be  purchased  for  the  use  of  the  artillery \ncompanies  in  Boston.  Two  of  these  guns,  which  were  three-pounders, \nwere  kept  in  a  gun-house  that  stood  opposite  the  Mall,  at  the  corner \nof  West-street.  A  school-house  was  the  next  building,  and  a  yard, \nenclosed  with  a  high  fence,  was  common  to  both.  Maj.  Adino  Pad- \ndock, who  then  commanded  the  artillery,  having  been  heard  to  express \n8* \n\n\nso  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nhis  intention  of  surrendering  these  guns  to  the  governor,  a  few  indi- \nviduals resolved  to  secure  for  the  country  a  property  which  belonged \nto  it,  and  which  at  this  time  was  of  great  value.  Maj.  Paddock  was  a \ncoach-maker,  and  a  devoted  loyahst.  The  row  of  elm-trees  in  front \nof  the  Granary  Cemetery  was  planted  by  him,  and  long  known  as \nPaddock's  Walk.     He  left  Boston  with  the  royal  troops,  in  March, \n\n1776. \n\nHaving  concerted  their  plan,  the  party  passed  through  the  school- \nhouse  into  the  gun-house,  and  were  able  to  open  the  doors  Avhich  were \nupon  the  yard  by  a  small  crevice,  through  which  they  raised  the  bar \nthat  secured  them.     The  moment  for  the  execution  of  the  project  was \nthat  of  the  roll-call,  when  the  sentinel,  who  was  stationed  at  one  door \nof  the  building,  would  be  less  likely  to  hear  their  operations.     The \nguns  were  taken  off  their  carriages,  carried  into  the  school-room,  and \nplaced  in  a  large  box  under  the  master's  desk,  in  which  wood  was \nkept.     Directly  after  the  roll-call,  a  lieutenant  and  sergeant  came  into \nthe  gun-house,  to  look  at  the  cannon,  previously  to  removing  them.     A \nyoung  man — Samuel  Gore,  captain  of  the  governor's  troop  of  horse, \nof  whom  this  narration  was  received,  and  who  had  assisted  in  their \n•removal — remained  by  the  building,  and  followed   the  officer,  as  an \ninnocent  spectator.     The  persons  Avho  aided  in  the  plot  were  Nathaniel \nBalch,  Jeremiah  Gridley,  Whiston,  and  others,  together  Avith  master \nAbraham    Holbrook,  the   schoolmaster.      When   the   carriages  were \nfound  without  the  guns,  the  sergeant  exclaimed,  with  an  oath,  \"  They \nare  gone  !     These  fellows  will  steal  the  teeth  out  of  your  head,  while \nyou  are  keeping  guard.\"     They  then  began  to  search  the  building  for \nthem,  and  afterwards  the  yard ;  and  when  they  came  to  the  gate,  and \nopened  into  the  street,  the  officer  observed  that  they  could  not  have \npassed  that  way,  because  a  cobweb  across  the  opening  was  not  broken. \nThey  went  next  into  the  school-house,  which  they  examined  all  over, \nexcept  the  box,  on  which  the  master  placed  his  foot,  which  was  lame, \nand  the  officer,  with  true  courtesy,  on  that  account  excused  him  from \nrising.     Some  boys  were  present,  but  not  one  lisped  a  word.     The \nofficers  went  back  to  the  gun-room,  when  their  volunteer  attendant, \nin  kind  sympathy  for  their  embarrassment,  suggested  to  them  that \nperhaps  they  had  been  carried  into  Mr.  Greenleaf 's  garden,  opposite, \n—  afterwards  the  \"Washington  Garden.\"     On  this,  the  sergeant  took \nhim  by  the  collar,  gave  him  a  push,  and  said,  it  was  very  likely  that \nhe  was  one  of  the  daring  rebels  who  helped  to  get  them  off,  and  that \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  91 \n\nhe  had  better  make  himself  scarce.  This  was  too  near  a  guess  to \nmake  it  worth  while  to  wait  for  a  second  hint,  and  he  left  them.  Thej \nsoon  after  retired,  in  vexation. \n\nThe  guns  remained  in  that  box  for  a  fortnight,  and  many  of  the  boys \nwere  acquainted  with  the  fact,  but  not  one  of  them  betrayed  the  secret. \nAt  the  end  of  that  time,  the  persons  who  had  withdrawn  them  came, \nin  the  evening,  with  a  large  trunk  on  a  wheelbarrow.  The  guns  were \nput  into  it,  and  carried  up  to  Whiston's  blacksmith's  shop,  at  the  south \nend,  and  there  deposited  under  the  coal.  After  lying  there  for  a \nwhile,  they  Avere  put  into  a  boat  in  the  night,  and  safely  transported \nwithin  the  American  lines.  The  guns  were  in  actual  service  through \nthe  whole  war.  After  the  peace,  the  State  of  Massachusetts  applied \nto  Congress  for  their  restoration,  which  was  granted,  according  to  this \nresolve,  dated  May  19, 1788  :  \"  Congress  assembled.  Present —  New \nHampshire.  Massachusetts,  Pennsylvania,  Delaware,  Maryland,  Vir- \nginia, and  South  Carolina;  and  from  Rhode  Island,  Mr.  Arnold; \nfrom  New  York,  Mr.  Hamilton ;  from  North  Carolina,  Mr.  William- \nson ;  and  from  Georgia,  Mr.  Baldwin.  The  Secretary  at  War  having \nrepresented  to  Congress  that  there  are  in  the  arsenals  of  the  United \nStates  two  brass  cannon,  which  constituted  one  moiety  of  the  field \nartillery  with  which  the  last  war  Avas  commenced  on  the  part  of  Amer- \nica, and  which  were  constantly  on  service  throughout  the  war ;  that \nthe  said  cannon  are  the  property  of  the  Commonwealth  of  Massachu- \nsetts, and  that  the  governor  thereof  hath  requested  that  they  bo \nreturned;  Therefore,  Resolved,  that  the  Secretary  at  War  cause  a \nsuitable  inscription  to  be  placed  on  the  said  cannon  ;  and  that  he \ndeliver  the  same  to  the  order  of  his  Excellency  the  Governor  of  the \nCommonwealth  of  Massachusetts.\" \n\nGen.  Knox,  then  Secretary  at  War,  who  had  commanded  the  artillery \nof  the  American  army  during  the  Revolution, —  one  of  the  most  gallant, \ngenerous,  high-minded  men  that  the  army  contained, — well  knew  the \nhistory  of  these  cannon,  as  they  were  the  fellow-townsmen  of  his  native \ntown  of  Boston.  In  pursuance  of  the  orders  of  Congress,  he  caused \nthe  arms  of  Massachusetts,  and  the  inscription  herewith,  to  be  chiselled \nupon  them  in  bold  relief  These  two  cannon  were  in  charge  of  the \n\"Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company\"  of  Boston,  and  called \nthe  Hancock  and  Adams,  in  honor  of  the  two  patriots  proscribed  by \nGov.  Gage,  from  whose  grasp  they  were  rescued ;  and  John  Hancock \nwas  governor  of  Massachusetts  when  the  cannon  were  returned  to  the \n\n\n92  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nState.     They  are  deposited  on  the  wall  inside  of  the  top  of  the  Bun- \nker Hill  Monument,  where  they  hang  perpendicularly  suspended. \n\nThe  Hancock  : \n\nSacred  to  Liberty. \n\nThis  is  one  of  four  cannon, \n\nwhich  constituted  the  whole  train \n\nof  Field  Artillery \npossessed  by  the  British  Colonies  of \n\nNorth  America, \n\nat  the  commencement  of  the  war, \n\non  the  I'Jth  of  April,  1775. \n\nThis  cannon \n\nand  its  fellow, \n\nbelonging  to  a  number  of  citizens  of \n\nBoston, \n\nwere  used  in  many  engagements \n\nduring  the  war. \n\nThe  other  two,  the  property  of  the \n\nGovernment  of  Massachusetts, \n\nwere  taken  by  the  enemy. \n\nBy  order  of  the  United  States \n\nin  Congress  assembled, \n\nMay  19,  1788. \n\nThe  Other  cannon  referred  to  were  concealed  in  the  stable  of  the  second \nhouse  west  from  the  court-house,  on  the  south  side  of  Queen-street. \nMr.  Williams,  a  respectable  farmer  of  Roxbury,  drove  in  his  own  team \nwith  a  load  of  hay,  which  was  taken  into  that  stable ;  the  cannon \nwere  then  put  in  the  bottom  of  the  cart,  which  was  loaded  with  manure, \nand  in  this  way  they  were  taken  out  of  town  Avithout  opposition.  The \nBritish  officers  heard,  on  the  same  day,  that  the  cannon  were  concealed \nin  that  street,  and  were  to  be  removed  in  the  evening ;  and,  in  conse- \nquence, many  of  them  patrolled  the  street  for  several  hours,  but  the \nguns  were  already  safe  within  the  American  lines. \n\nHancock  was  a  delegate  to  the  Continental  Congress  convened  at \nPhiladelphia,  May  10, 1775.  During  his  tour  to  that  city,  he  remained \nat  Worcester  two  days,  waiting  for  a  suitable  escort,  and  for  the  approach \nof  his  colleagues,  when  he  addressed  the  following  letter  to  the  gentle- \nmen Committee  of  Safety,  among  whom  were  Joseph  Warren  and  Ben- \njamin Church,  besides  himself: \n\n\"  Worcester,  April  24,  1775,  Monday  evejiing. \n\"(jENTLEMEN:    Mr.  S.  Adams  and  myself,  just  arrived  here,  find \nno  intelligence  from  you,  and  no  guard.     We  just  hear  an  express  haa \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  93 \n\nju9t  passed  through  this  place  to  you,  from  New  York,  informing  that \nadministration  is  bent  upon  pushing  matters  ;  and  that  four  regiments \nare  expected  there.  How  are  we  to  proceed  1  Where  are  our  brethren  1 \nSurely,  we  ought  to  bo  supported.  I  had  rather  be  with  you ;  and,  at \npresent,  am  fully  determined  to  be  with  you,  before  I  proceed.  I  beg, \nby  the  return  of  this  express,  to  hear  from  you  ;  and  pray,  furnish  us \nwith  depositions  of  the  conduct  of  the  troops,  the  certainty  of  their \nfiring  first,  and  every  circumstance  relative  to  the  conduct  of  the \ntroops  from  the  19th  instant  to  this  time,  that  we  may  be  able  to  give \nsome  account  of  matters  as  we  proceed,  especially  at  Philadelphia. \nAlso,  I  beg  you  would  order  your  secretary  to  make  out  an  account \nof  your  proceedings  since  what  has  taken  place :  what  your  plan  is ; \nwhat  prisoners  we  have,  and  what  they  have  of  ours ;  who  of  note  was \nkilled,  on  both  sides ;  who  commands  our  forces,  &c. \n\n\"Are  our  men  in  good  spirits  ?  For  God's  sake,  do  not  suffer  the \nspirit  to  subside,  until  they  have  perfected  the  reduction  of  our  ene- \nmies.    Boston  must  be  entered ;    the  troops  must  be  sent  away,  or \n\n*  *  *  Our  friends  are  valuable,  but  our  country  must  be  saved. \nI  have  an  interest  in  that  town.  What  can  be  the  enjoyment  of  that \nto  me,  if  I  am  obliged  to  hold  it  at  the  will  of  Gen.  Gage,  or  any  one \nelse  7  I  doubt  not  your  vigilance,  your  fortitude,  and  resolution.  Do \nlet  us  know  how  you  proceed.  We  must  have  the  Castle.  The  ships \nmust  be  *  *  Stop  up  the  harbor  against  large  vessels  coming. \nYou  know  better  what  to  do  than  I  can  point  out.  Where  is  Mr. \nGushing?  Are  Mr.  Paine  and  Mr.  John  Adams  to  be  with  us? \nWhat  are  we  to  depend  upon  ?  We  travel  rather  as  deserters,  which  I \nwill  not  submit  to.  I  will  return  and  join  you,  if  I  cannot  detain  this \nman,  as  I  want  much  to  hear  from  you.  How  goes  on  the  Congress  ? \nWho  is  your  president  ?  Are  the  members  hearty  ?  Pray  remember \nMr.  S.  Adams  and  myself  to  all  friends.  God  be  with  you. \n\"I  am,  gentlemen,  your  faithful  and  licarty  countryman, \n\n\"John  Hancock.\" \n\nOn  May  loth  of  this  date,  he  was  chosen  successor  to  Peyton  Ran- \ndolph, as  president  of  that  assembly.  When  the  unanimous  election \nwas  declared,  he  felt  deeply  embarrassed  ;  and  it  was  not  until  Ben- \njamin Harrison,  a  strong-nerved  man  and  noble-hearted,  a  member \nfrom  Virginia,  had  borne  him  in  his  vigorous  arms,  amid  the  general \nacclamation,   to  the  chair,  that  his  wonted  self-possession  returned. \n\n\n94  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nWhen  the  Declaration  of  Independence  first  appeared  on  the  floor  of \nCongress,  it  was  circulated  over  the  name  of  John  Hancock,  singly  and \nalone,  as  President  of  the  Congress ;  and  the  bold  and  striking  char- \nacters -syhich  form  his  signature  were  the  first  to  proclaim  the  fact. \nHe  resigned  this  station  in  October,  1777,  owing  to  the  severity  of  the \ngout. \n\nThe  nomination  of  Washington  to  be  the  commander-in-chief  was \nfirst  made  by  John  Adams.  The  president,  John  Hancock,  was  then \nin  the  chair,  and  Washington  himself  was  present.  Hancock  was \nambitious  for  that  appointment.  The  effect  of  Mr.  Adams'  motion \nupon  the  two  patriots  is  thus  related  by  himself.  Washington  was  at \na  subsequent  period,  May  26,  1775,  unanimously  chosen.  At  the \nconclusion  of  a  speech  on  the  state  of  the  colonics,  after  making  a \nmotion  that  Congress  would  adopt  the  army  before  Boston  and  appoint \nCol.  Washington  commander  of  it,  Mr.  Adams  remarked,  that  he  was \n\"a  gentleman  whose  skill  as  an  ofiicer,  whose  independent  fortune, \n2reat  talents,  and  excellent  universal  character,  Avould  command  the \napprobation  of  all  America,  and  unite  the  cordial  exertion  of  all  the \ncolonies  better  than  any  other  person  in  the  Union.  Mr.  Washington, \nwho  happened  to  be  near  the  door,  as  soon  as  he  heard  me  allude  to  him, \nfrom  his  usual  modesty,  darted  into  the  library-room.  Mr.  Hancock, \nwho  was  our  president,  which  gave  me  an  opportunity  to  observe  his \ncountenance,  while  I  was  speaking  on  the  state  of  the  colonies,  the  army \nat  Cambridge,  and  the  enemy,  heard  me  with  visible  pleasure ;  but \nwhen  I  came  to  describe  Washington  for  the  commander,  I  never \nremarked  a  more  sudden  and  striking  change  of  countenance.  Morti- \nfication and  resentment  were  expressed  as  forcibly  as  his  face  could \nexhibit  them.  Mr.  Samuel  Adams  seconded  the  motion,  and  that  did \nnot  soften  the  president's  physiognomy  at  all.\" \n\nThe  announcement  herewith  is  copied  from  a  Hartford  journal,  under \ndate  Nov.  19,  1777 :  \"  On  Friday  last,  passed  through  this  town, \nescorted  by  a  party  of  light  dragoons,  the  Hon.  John  Hancock,  Pres- \nident of  the  American  Congress,  with  his  lady,  on  his  way  to  Boston, \nafter  an  absence,  on  public  business,  of  more  than  two  and  a  half \nyears.\" \n\nPresident  Hancock  addressed  a  letter  to  Gen.  Washington,  July  10, \n1775,  in  which  he  proposed  as  follows :  \"I  must  beg  the  favor  that \nyou  will  reserve  some  berth  for  me,  in  such  department  as  you  may \njudge  most  proper ;  for  I  am  determined  to  act  under  you,  if  it  be  to \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  95 \n\ntake  the  firelock  and  join  the  ranks  aa  a  volunteer.\"  It  does  not \nappear,  however,  that  he  joined  the  army,  under  Washington,  in  any \nmilitary  capacity.  Washington  addressed  the  following  reply  to  Han- \ncock, dated \n\n''Cambridge,  Jvhj  21,  1775. \n\"Dear  Sir:  I  am  particularly  pleased  to  acknowledge  that  part \nof  your  favor  of  the  10th  instant  wherein  you  do  me  the  honor  of \ndetermining  to  join  the  army  under  my  command.  I  need  certainly \nmake  no  professions  of  the  pleasure  I  shall  have  in  seeing  you.  At  the \nsame  time,  I  have  to  regret  that  so  little  is  in  my  power  to  offer  equal \nto  Col.  Hancock's  merits,  and  Avorthy  of  his  acceptance.  I  shall  be \nhappy,  in  every  opportunity,  to  show  the  regard  and  esteem  with  which \n\"  I  am,  sir,  your  most  obedient  and  very  humble  servant, \n\n\"  George  Washington.\" \n\nThe  official  correspondence  of  John  Hancock,  as  President  of  Con- \ngress, is  rich  in  patriotic  fervor.  In  a  letter  to  Washington,  dated \nDec.  22,  1775,  he  writes  :  \"  For  your  future  proceedings,  I  must  beg \nleave  to  refer  you  to  the  enclosed  resolutions.  I  would  just  inform \nyou  that  the  last  resolve,  relative  to  an  attack  upon  Boston,  passed \nafter  a  most  serious  debate  in  a  committee  of  the  whole  house.  You \nare  now  left  to  the  dictates  of  prudence  and  your  own  judgment. \nMay  God  crown  your  attempt  with  success.  I  most  heartily  wish  it, \nthough,  individually,  I  may  be  the  greatest  sufferer.\"  In  an  address \nto  the  inhabitants  of  Canada,  Hancock  says  :  \"  Let  it  be  the  pride  of \nthose  whose  souls  are  warmed  and  illuminated  by  the  sacred  flames  of \nfreedom,  to  be  discouraged  by  no  check,  and  to  surmount  every  obsta- \ncle that  may  be  interposed  between  them  and  the  darling  object  of  their \nwishes.  We  anticipate,  in  our  pleased  imaginations,  the  happy  period \nwhen  the  standard  of  tyro.nny  shall  find  no  place  in  North  America.\" \nIn  addressing  Gen.  Philip  Schuyler,  after  the  surrender  of  Montreal \nHancock  Avrites  :  \"  You  have  hitherto  risen  superior  to  a  thousand  dif- \nficulties, in  giving  freedom  to  a  great  and  an  oppressed  people.  You \nhave  already  reaped  many  laurels,  but  a  plentiful  harvest  still  invites \nyou.  Proceed,  therefore,  and  let  the  footsteps  of  victory  open  a  way \nfor  the  blessings  of  liberty  and  the  happiness  of  a  well-ordered  govern- \nment to  visit  that  extensive  dominion.  Consider  that  the  road  to  glory \nis  seldom  strewed  with  flowers;  and  that,  when  the  black  and  bloody \nstandard  of  tyranny  is  erected  in  a  land  possessed  by  freemen,  patriots \n\n\n96  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ncease  to  remain  inactive  spectators  of  their  country's  fall.\"  In  an \naddress  to  Gen.  Montgomery,  in  relation  to  the  surrender  of  Montreal, \nHancock  writes  :  \"  The  Congress,  utterly  abhorrent  from  every  species \nof  cruelty  to  prisoners,  and  determined  to  adhere  to  this  benevolent \nmaxim  till  the  conduct  of  their  enemies  renders  a  deviation  from  it \nindispensably  necessary,  will  ever  applaud  their  officers  for  beautifully \nblending  the  Christian  with  the  conqueror,  and  never,  in  endeavoring \nto  acquire  the  character  of  the  hero,  to  lose  that  of  the  man.\" \n\nHancock  thus  writes  to  Gen.  Washington,  under  date  of  Philadel- \nphia, March  25,  1776  :  \"  Sir, —  I  had  the  honor  of  receiving  yester- \nday yours  of  the  19th,  containing  the  agreeable  information  of  the \nministerial  troops  having  abandoned  Boston.  The  partial  victory  we \nhave  obtained  over  them  in  that  quarter,  I  hope,  will  turn  out  a  happy \npresage  of  a  more  general  one.  Whatever  place  may  be  the  object  of \ntheir  destination,  it  must  certainly  give  a  sincere  pleasure  to  every  friend \nof  the  country  to  see  the  most  diligent  preparations  everywhere  making \nto  receive  them.  What  may  be  their  views,  it  is,  indeed,  impossible  to \ntell  with  any  degree  of  exactness.  We  have  all  the  reason,  however, \nfrom  that  rage  of  disappointment  and  revenge,  to  expect  the  worst. \nNor  have  I  any  doubt  that,  as  far  as  their  power  extends,  they  will \ninflict  every  species  of  calamity  upon  us.  The  same  Providence  that \nhas  baffled  their  attempt,  against  the  Province  of  Massachusetts  Bay \nwill,  I  trust,  defeat  the  deep-laid  scheme  they  are  now  meditating \nagainst  some  other  part  of  our  country. \n\n\"  The  intelligence  that  our  army  had  got  possession  of  Boston,  you \nwill  readily  suppose,  gave  me  heartfelt  pleasure.  I  beg,  sir,  you  will \nbe  pleased  to  accept  my  warmest  thanks  for  the  attention  you  have \nshowed  to  my  property  in  that  town.  I  have  only  to  request  that \nCapt.  Cazneau  will  continue  to  look  after  and  take  care  that  it  be \nnoways  destroyed  or  damaged.  This  success  of  our  arms  naturally \ncalls  upon  me  to  congratulate  you,  sir,  to  whose  wisdom  and  conduct  it \nhas  been  owing.  Permit  me  to  add,  that  if  a  constant  discharge  of \nthe  most  important  duties,  and  the  fame  attending  thereon,  can  afford \ngenuine  satisfaction,  the  pleasure  you  feel  must  be  the  most  rational \nand  exalted.\" \n\nHancock  says,  on  the  80th  April,  1776 :  \"  The  unprepared  state \nof  the  colonies,  on  the  commencement  of  the  war,  and  the  almost \ntotal  want  of  everything  necessary  to  carry  it  on,  are  the  true  sources \nfrom  whence  all  our  difficulties  have  proceeded.     This  fact,  however, \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  9T \n\nfurnishes  a  proof  most  striking  of  the  weakness  or  wickedness  of  those \nwho  charge  them  with  an  original  intention  of  withdrawing  from  the \ngovernment  of  Great  Britain,  and  erecting  an  independent  empire. \nHad  such  a  scheme  been  formed,  the  most  warlike  preparations  would \nhave  been  necessary  to  effect  it.\" \n\nHancock,  in  a  letter  to  Gen.  Washington,  dated  Philadelphia,  May \n21,  1776,  where  he  renews  an  invitation  to  receive  a  visit  from  him, \nstating,  \"I  reside ^in  an  airy,  open  part  of  the  city,  in  Arch-street \nand  Fourth-street,\"  says:  '^  Your  favor  of  the  20th  inst.  I  received \nthis  morning,  and  cannot  help  expressing  the  very  great  pleasure  it \nwould  afford  both  Mrs.  Hancock  and  myself  to  have  the  happiness  of \naccommodating  you  during  your  stay  in  this  city.  As  the  house  I \nlive  in  is  large  and  roomy,  it  will  be  entirely  in  your  power  to  live  in \nthat  manner  you  should  wish.  Mrs.  Washington  may  be  as  retired \nas  she  pleases,  while  under  inoculation,  and  Mrs.  Hancock  will  esteem \nit  an  honor  to  have  Mrs.  Washington  inoculated  in  her  house ;  and,  as \nI  am  informed  Mr.  Randolph  has  not  any  lady  about  his  house  to  take \nthe  necessary  care  of  Mrs.  Washington,  I  flatter  myself  she  will  be  as \nwell  attended  in  my  family.  In  short,  sir,  I  must  take  the  freedom  to \nrepeat  my  wish,  that  you  Avould  be  pleased  to  condescend  to  dwell  under \nmy  roof  I  assure  you,  sir,  I  will  do  all  in  my  power  to  render  your \nstay  agreeable,  and  my  house  shall  be  entirely  at  your  disposal.  I \nmust,  however,  submit  this  to  your  determination,  and  only  add  that \nyou  will  peculiarly  gratify  Mrs.  H.  and  myself,  in  affording  me  an \nopportunity  of  convincing  you  of  this  truth,  that  I  am,  with  every \nsentiment  of  regard  for  you  and  your  connections,  and  with  much \nesteem,  dear  sir,  your  faithful  and  most  obedient  humble  servant.\" \n\nIn  a  letter  to  the  convention  of  New  Hampshire,  dated  June  4, \n1776,  Hancock  writes:  \"The  mihtia  of  the  United  Colonies  area \nbody  of  troops  that  may  be  depended  upon.  To  their  virtue  their  del- \negates in  Congress  now  make  the  most  solemn  appeal.  They  arc  called \nupon  to  say  whether  they  will  live  slaves,  or  die  freemen.  They  arc \nrequested  to  step  forth  in  defence  of  their  wives,  their  children,  their \nliberty,  and  everything  they  liold  dear.  The  cause  is  certainly  a  most \nglorious  one,  and  I  trust  that  every  man  of  New  Hampshire  is  deter- \nmined to  see  it  gloriously  ended,  or  to  perish  in  the  ruins  of  it.  In \nshort,  on  your  exertions,  at  this  critical  period,  together  with  those  of \nthe  other  colonies,  in  the  common  cause,  the  salvation  of  America  evi- \n9 \n\n\n98  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ndently  depends.  Your  colony,  I  am  persuaded,  will  not  be  behindhand. \nExert,  therefore,  every  nerve  to  distinguish  yourselves.  Quicken  your \npreparations,  and  stimulate  the  good  people  of  your  government,  and \nthere  is  no  danger,  notwithstanding  the  mighty  armament  with  whicli \nwe  are  threatened,  but  you  will  be  able  to  lead  them  to  victory,  to \nliberty,  and  to  happiness.\" \n\nUnder  date  of  July  4,  1776,  John  Hancock  writes  to  the  govern- \nments of  Maryland  and  Delaware,  in  language  breathing  the  fervor  of \nburning  patriotism.  We  select  a  passage  from  this  truly  noble  docu- \nment: \"Gen.  Howe  having  taken  possession  of  Staten  Island,  and \nthe  Jerseys  being  drained  of  their  militia  for  the  defence  of  New  York, \nI  am  directed  by  Congress  to  request  you  will  proceed  immediately  to \nembody  j^our  militia  for  the  establishment  of  the  flying  camp,  and \nmarch  them,  with  all  possible  expedition,  either  by  battalions,  detach- \nments of  battalions,  or  by  companies,  to  the  city  of  Philadelphia.  The \npresent  campaign,  I  have  no  doubt,  if  we  exert  ourselves  properly,  will \nsecure  the  enjoyment  of  our  liberties  forever.  All  accounts  agree  that \nGreat  Britain  Avill  make  her  greatest  effort  this  summer.  Should  we, \ntherefore,  be  able  to  keep  our  ground,  we  shall  afterwards  have  little \nto  apprehend  from  her.  I  do,  therefore,  most  ardently  beseech  and \nrequest  you,  in  the  name  and  by  the  authority  of  Congress,  as  you \nregai'd  your  own  freedom,  and  as  you  stand  etigaged  by  the  most  solemn \nties  of  honor  to  support  the  common  cause,  to  strain  every  nerve  to \nsend  forward  your  militia.  This  is  a  step  of  such  infinite  moment, \nthat,  in  all  human  probability,  your  speedy  compliance  will  prove  the \nsalvation  of  your  country.  It  is  impossible  we  xjan  have  any  higher \nmotives  to  induce  us  to  act.  We  should  reflect,  too*,  that  the  loss  of \nthis  campaign  will  inevitably  protract  the  war;  and  that,  in  order  to \ngain  it,  we  have  only  to  exert  ourselves,  and  to  make  use  of  the  means \nwhich  God  and  nature  have  given  us  to  defend  ourselves.  I  must, \ntherefore,  again  repeat  to  you,  that  the  Congress  most  anxiously  expect \nand  request  you  Avill  not  lose  a  moment  in  carrying  into  effect  this \nrequisition,  with  all  the  zeal,  spirit,  and  despatch,  which  are  so  indis- \npensably required  by  the  critical  situation  of  our  affairs.\"  On  the  6th \nof  July,  1776,  Hancock,  in  writing  to  Washington,  thus  emphasizes  : \n\"  The  Congress,  for  some  days  past,  have  had  their  attention  occupied \nby  one  of  the  most  interesting  and  important  subjects  that  could  pos- \neibly  come  before  them,  or  any  other  assembly  of  men.     Although  it \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  99 \n\nS3  not  possible  to  foresee  the  consequences  of  human  actions,  yet  it  is, \nnevertheless,  a  duty  we  owe  ourselves  and  posterity,  in  all  our  public \ncounsels,  to  decide  in  the  best  manner  Ave  are  able,  and  to  trust  the \nevent  to  that  Being,  who  controls  both  causes  and  events,  to  bring \nabout  his  own  determinations.  Impressed  with  this  sentiment,  and  at \nthe  same  time  fully  convinced  that  our  affairs  may  take  a  more  favora- \nble turn,  the  Congress  have  judged  it  necessary  to  dissolve  all  connec- \ntion between  Great  Britain  and  the  American  Colonies,  and  to  declare \nthem  free  and  independent  States,  as  you  will  perceive  by  the  enclosed \nDeclaration,  which  I  am  directed  by  Congress  to  transmit  to  you,  and \nto  request  you  will  have  proclaimed  at  the  head  of  the  army,  in  the  way \nyou  shall  think  most  proper.\"  Hancock  says  to  Washington,  in \nanother  letter,  written  on  the  memorable  4th  of  July:  \"Sir, —  The \nenclosed  resolves,  to  which  I  must  beg  leave  to  refer  your  attention, \nwill  inform  you  of  the  steps  Congress  has  taken  to  establish  the  flying \ncamp.  To  the  unhappy  confusion  that  has  prevailed  in  this  colony \nmust  be  principally  ascribed  the  delays  that  have  hitherto  attended \nthat  salutary  measure.  However,  I  flatter  myself  things  will  now  take \na  different  turn,  as  the  contest  to  keep  possession  of  power  is  now  at \nan  end,  and  a  new  mode  of  government,  equal  to  the  exigencies  of  our \naffairs,  will  soon  be  adopted,  agreeably  to  the  recommendations  of  Con- \ngress to  the  United  Colonies.\" \n\nIn  an  eloquent  appeal  to  the  thirteen  United  States,  dated  at  Phil- \nadelphia, Sept.  24,  177G,  our  spirited  Hancock  says  :  \"  Let  us  con- \nvince our  enemies  that,  as  we  are  entered  into  the  present  contest \nfor  the  defence  of  our  liberties,  so  we  are  resolved,  with  the  firmest \nreliance  on  Heaven  for  the  justice  of  our  cause,  never  to  relinquish  it. \nbut  rather  to  perish  in  the  ruins  of  it.  If  we  do  but  remain  firm,' — \nif  we  are  not  dismayed  at  the  little  shocks  of  fortune,  and  are  deter- \nmined, at  all  hazards,  that  we  will  be  free, —  I  am  persuaded,  under  the \ngracious  smiles  of  Providence,  assisted  by  our  own  most  strenuous \nendeavors,  we  shall  finally  succeed,  agreeably  to  our  wishes,  and  thereby \nestablish  the  independence,  the  happiness,  and  the  glory,  of  the  United \nStates  of  America.\" \n\nIn  the  same  letter,  he  writes:  \"You  will  perceive,  by  tlic \nenclosed  resolves,  which  I  have  the  honor  to  forv/ard  in  obedience  to \nthe  commands  of  Congress,  that  they  have  come  to  a  determination  to \naugment  our  army,  and  to  engage  the  troops  to  serve  during  the  con- \ntinuance of  the  war.     As  an  inducement  to  enlist  on  these  terms,  the \n\n\n100  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nCongress  have  agreed  to  give,  besides  a  bounty  of  twenty  dollars,  a \nhundred  acres  of  land  to  each  soldier :  and,  in  case  he  should  fall  in \nbattle,  they  have  resolved,  that  his  children,  or  other  representatives, \nshall  succeed  to  such  land.     The  many  ill  consequences  arising  from \na  short  and  limited  enlistment  of  troops  are  too  obvious  to  be  men- \ntioned.    In  general,  give  me  leave  to  observe,  that  to  make  men  well \nacquainted  with  the  duties  of  a  soldier  requires  time ;   and  to  bring \nthem  under  proper  subordination  and  discipline,  not  only  requires  time, \nbut  has  always  been  a  work  of  much  difficulty.     We  have  had  too  fre- \nquent experience  that  men  of  a  few  days'   standing  will  not  look  for- \nward, but,  as  the  time  of  their  discharge  approaches,  grow  careless \nof  their  arms,  ammunition,  &c.,  and  impatient  of  all  restraint.     The \nconsequence  of  which  is,  the  latter  part  of  the  time  for  which  the  sol- \ndier was  engaged  is  spent  in  undoing  what  the  greatest  pains  had  been \ntaken  to  inculcate  at  first.     Need  I  add  to  this,  that  the  fall  of  the  late \nGen.  Montgomery  before  Quebec  is  undoubtedly  to  be  ascribed  to  the \nlimited  time  for  which  the  troops  were  engaged, —  whose  impatience  to \nreturn  home  compelled  him  to  make  the  attack,  contrary  to  the  convic- \ntion of  his  own  judgment.     This  fact  alone  fui-nishes  a  striking  argu- \nment of  the  danger  and  impropriety  of  sending  troops  into  the  field \nnnder  any  restriction  as  to  the  time  of  the  enlistment.     The  noblest \nenterprise  may  be  left  unfinished  by  troops  in  such  a  predicament,  or \nabandoned  at  the  very  moment  success  must  have  crowned  the  attempt. \nThe  heavy  and  enormous  expenses  consequent  upon  calling  forth  the \nmilitia,  the  delay  attending  their  motions,  and  the  difficulty  of  keeping \nthem  in  camp,  render  it  extremely  improper  to  place  our  whole  depend- \nence upon  them.     Experience  hath  uniformly  convinced  us  of  this, \nsome  of  the  militia  having  actually  deserted  the  camp  at  the  very \nmoment  their  services  were  most  wanted.     In  the  mean  time,  the \nstrength  of  the  British  army,  which  is  great,  is  considered  much  more \nformidable  by  the  superior  order  and  regularity  which  prevail  in  it.\" \n\nIn  a  manly  letter  to  Gen.  Schuyler,  dated  Philadelphia,  Oct.  4, \n1776,  Hancock  writes,  transmitting  the  resolve  of  Congress  expressive \nof  their  high  sense  of  his  past  conduct,  that  \"  Congress  cannot  give \ntheir  consent  to  your  retiring  from  the  army  in  its  present  situation. \nSuch  a  step  would  give  your  enemies  occasion  to  exult,  as  they  might \nsuppose  you  were  induced  to  take  it  from  an  apprehension  of  the  truth \nand  reality  of  their  charges  against  you.  The  unmerited  reproaches \nof  ignorance  and  mistaken  zeal  are  mfinitely  overbalanced  by  the  sat- \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  101 \n\nisfaction  arising  from  a  conscious  integrity.  As  long,  therefore,  as \nyou  can  wrap  yourself  in  your  innocence,  I  flatter  myself  you  will \nnot  pay  so  great  a  regard  to  the  calumnies  of  your  enemies  as  to \ndeprive  your  country  of  any  services  which  you  may  have  it  in  your \npower  to  render  his.\"  In  a  spirited  letter  to  six  of  the  States,  dated \nPhiladelphia,  Oct.  9, 1776,  Hancock  writes  :  \"  The  Congress,  for  very \nobvious  reasons,  are  extremely  anxious  to  keep  the  army  together. \nThe  dangerous  consequences  of  their  breaking  up,  and  the  difiiculty \nof  forming  a  new  one.  are  inconceivable.  Were  this  barrier  once \nremoved,  military  power  would  quickly  spread  desolation  and  ruin \nover  the  face  of  our  country.  The  importance,  and,  indeed,  the  abso- \nlute necessity,  of  filling  up  the  army,  of  providing  for  the  troops,  and \nengaging  them  to  serve  during  the  war,  is  so  apparent,  and  has  been \nso  frequently  urged,  that  I  shall  only  request  your  attention  to  the \nresolves  of  Congress  on  this  subject ;  and  beseech  you,  by  that  love  you \nhave  for  your  country,  her  rights  and  liberties,  to  exert  yourselves  to \ncarry  them  speedily  and  effectually,  as  the  only  means  of  preserving \nher  in  this  her  critical  and  alarming  situation.\"  In  a  letter  to  four  of \nthe  States,  dated  Baltimore,  Dec.  25,  1776,  Hancock  writes:  \"It  is \nneedless  to  use  arguments  on  this  occasion,  or  to  paint  the  dreadful \nconsequences,  to  gentlemen  already  fully  acquainted  with  them,  of  leav- \ning the  back  settlements  of  the  New  England  States  open  to  the  rav- \nages of  our  merciless  foes.  If  anything  can  add  to  your  exertions,  at \nthis  time,  it  must  be  the  reflection  that  your  own  most  immediate  safety \ncalls  upon  you  to  strain  every  nerve.  Should  we  heedlessly  abandon \nthe  post  of  Ticonderoga,  we  give  up  inconceivable  advantages.  Should \nwe  resolutely  maintain  it, — and  it  is  extremely  capable  of  defence, — \nwe  may  bid  defiance  to  Gen.  Carleton,  and  the  northern  army  under \nhis  command.  But  our  exertions  for  this  purpose  must  be  immediate, \nor  they  will  not  avail  anything.  The  31st  of  this  inst.  the  time  will \nexpive  for  which  the  troops  in  that  important  garrison  were  enlisted, \nand  Lake  Champlain  will,  in  all  probability,  be  frozen  over  soon  after. \nFor  the  sake,  therefore,  of  all  that  is  dear  to  freemen,  be  entreated  to \npay  immediate  attention  to  tliis  requisition  of  Congress,  and  let  nothing \ndivert  you  from  it.  The  aflTairs  of  our  country  are  in  a  situation  to \nadmit  of  no  delay.  They  may  still  be  retrieved,  but  not  without  the \ngreatest  expedition  and  vigor.\" \n\nGov.  Hancock,  in  writing  to  the  Hon.  Robert  Morris,  Financier \nGeneral  at  Washington,  under  date  Philadelphia,  Sept.  24, 1781,  says: \n9* \n\n\n102  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\"  Pray,  my  friend,  when  will  be  the  properest  time  for  me  to  be  con- \nsidered for  my  expenses  while  President  of  Congress?  They  wrote \nme  on  the  subject  some  two  years  ago ;  but  I  waived  troubling  them, \nknowing  the  delicacy  of  their  situation.  Indeed,  I  kept  no  account  of \nmy  expenses  ;  nor  had  I  time  for  it,  as  you  well  know  how  my  time \nwas  engrossed,  and  the  labors  and  fatigue  I  underwent,  and  the  expenses \nI  must  have  necessarily  incurred.  I  can  speak  plain  to  you :  confident \nI  am  that  fifteen  hundred  pounds  sterling  would  not  amount  to  the \nexpenses  I  incurred  as  president.  In  this  I  think  I  merit  considera- \ntion, more  especially  as  grants  have  been  made  to  all  my  successors.\" \nHad  Congress  remitted  Hancock  twice  that  amount,  it  would  have \nbeen  no  equivalent  to  the  sacrifices  of  this  devoted  patriot. \n\nPresident  Hancock  was  appointed,  by  the  General  Court  of  his \nnative  State,  Feb.  8,  1778,  first  Major-general  of  the  Massachusetts \nMilitia ;  and,  during  a  recess  of  Congress  in  July,  on  the  very  day \nsucceeding  that  when  he  acted  as  moderator  of  a  town-meeting,  Aug. \n6th  of  that  year,  when  the  people  at  Faneuil  Hall  unanimously  decided \nthat  persons  who  have  left  the  town,  and  have  sought  and  received  pro- \ntection from  the  British  king,  cannot  return  to  it  again  without  greatly \nendangering  the  peace  and  safety  of  Boston,  the  Cadet  company, \nheaded  by  Maj.  Gen.  Hancock,  and  commanded  by  Col.  Hichborn, \nand  the  company  of  Light  Infantry,  commanded  by  Capt.  Hinckley, \nboth  of  this  tOAvn,  set  out  for  head-quarters,  to  engage  in  an  enter- \nprise in  cooperation  with  the  fleet  of  the  French  admiral,  the  Count \nD'Estaing,  against  Newport,  in  Rhode  Island,  conducted  by  a  detach- \nment from  the  regular  army  of  Washington,  and  seven  thousand  of  the \nmilitia  of  New  England, —  an  expedition  which  excited  great  anticipa- \ntions,—  the  whole  under  command  of  Maj.  Gen.  Sullivan,  aided  by  the \nMarquis  De  La  Fayette  and  Maj.  Gen.  Greene.  On  August  9th  they \nlanded  on  Newport  Island,  and  took  possession  of  two  of  the  enemy's \nforts,  under  Lord  Howe,  and  the  whole  island  north  of  their  lines,  with- \nout a  gun  fired  on  either  side.  The  second  line  of  this  army  was  com- \nmanded by  G?n.  Hancock,  who,  warm  with  ardor,  despatched  intelli- \ngence, on  the  11th  instant,  to  Hon.  Jeremiah  Powell,  President  of  the \nState  Council.  On  the  arrival  of  these  troops  in  the  island,  the  fleet \nof  Lord  Howe  appeared  upon  the  coast.  We  would  have  our  readers \nrevert  to  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Collections,  and  Bradford's \nMassachusetts,  for  a  relation  of  this  contest. \n\nCount  D'Estaing,  regardless  of  his  obligations  with  the  American \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  103 \n\ntroops,  instead  of  defending  tliem,  hastened  to  the  pursuit  of  the  Brit- \nish, and  exposed  the  army  of  his  alHcs  to  all  the  calamities  of  a  defeat; \nand  the  Americans  were  left,  in  the  midst  of  great  danger,  to  a  morti- \nfying retreat,  which  they  achieved,  however,  without  the  loss  of  artil- \nlery or  baggage,  and  the '  fleet  arrived  at  the  same  time  in  Boston \nharbor,  shattered  by  a  furious  storm. \n\nUnder  these  circumstances,  the  French  were  not  received  in  Boston \nwith  the  usual  hospitality  of  its  inhabitants,  says  Sanderson's  Biogra- \nphy, and  with  a  displeasure  which  threatened  unhappy  results ;  but \nGen.  Hancock,  interposing,  reheved  his  country  from  such  a  calamity, \nby  his  conciliating  manners  and  unbounded  hospitality.  His  elegant \nmansion  was  thrown  open  to  the  French  admiral  and  all  his  officers, \nabout  forty  of  whom  dined  every  day  at  his  table,  loaded  with  the  lux- \nuries of  the  season ;  and,  in  addition,  he  gave  a  grand  public  ball  at \nConcert  Hall,  attended  by  the  admiral.  On  turning  to  the  Gazette, \nhowever,  we  find  that  Admiral  D'Estaing,  Sept.  21,  made  a  splendid \nentry  into  Boston.  He  was  saluted  from  the  Castle,  the  ships  and \nforts  in  the  harbor,  as  he  approached  the  town.  Upon  landing,  he  was \nreceived  by  the  State  authorities,  at  the  Council-chamber  in  King- \nstreet,  and  breakfasted  with  Gen.  Hancock  at  his  seat ;  and  a  superb \nentertainment  was  given  that  week  at  Faneuil  Hall,  where  were \nupwards  of  five  hundred  guests.  The  retreat  of  the  Americans  was, \nindeed,  a  remarkable  escape.  The  delay  of  a  single  day  would  proba- \nbly have  been  fatal ;  for  Sir  Henry  Chnton,  who  had  been  detained  by \nadverse  winds,  arrived  with  a  reinforcement  of  four  thousand  men  the \nvery  next  day,  when  a  retreat,  it  is  suspected,  would  have  been  imprac- \nticable. \n\nIn  the  reminiscences  of  John  Trumbull  are  two  allusions  to  Hancock. \nIt  appears  that  Gen.  Gates,  who  had  been  appointed  to  the  command  of \nthe  northern  department  in  Canada,  had,  previous  to  his  entrance  on \nthe  station,  appointed  Mr.  Trumbull  a  deputy  adjutant-general  on  that \nstation,  which  was  rejected  by  Congress  as  premature  and  unmilitary. \nThis  occurred  in  1775,  when  Hancock  Avas  president ;  and  the  circum- \nstance probably  excited  a  prejudice  unfavorable  to  Trumbull,  who \nrelates  that,  \"  While  I  was  in  Gen.  Washington's  family,  in  1775,  Mr. \nHancock  made  a  passing  visit  to  the  general,  and,  observing  me,  he \ninquired  of  Mr.  Mifllin  who  I  was ;  and,  when  told  that  I  was  his  fellow \naid-de-camp,  and  son  of  Gov.  Trumbull,  he  made  the  unworthy  observa- \ntion, that  '  that  family  ivas  well  -provided  for.^     Mr.  Mifflin  did  not \n\n\n104  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ntell  me  this  until  after  Mr.  Hancock  had  left  head-quarters,  but  then \nobserved  that  he  deserved  to  be  called  to  an  account  for  it.  I  answered, \n'  No, —  he  is  right ;  my  father  and  his  three  sons  are  doubtless  well \nprovided  for.  We  are  secure  of  four  halters,  if  we  do  not  succeed.'  \" \nThere  is  a  strong  probability  that  Hancock  regretted  this  remark,  and \nfelt  that  Trumbull  was  wronged ;  and  after  Col.  Trumbull's  service,  as \naid-de-camp  to  Gen.  Sullivan,  in  the  attack  on  Rhode  Island,  in  1778, \nwhen  he  returned  to  Boston  overcome  with  fatigue  and  severe  indispo- \nsition, before  he  rose  next  morning,  a  visit  from  Gov.  Hancock  was \nannounced.  \"  He  followed  the  servant  to  my  bedside,\"  says  Trumbull, \n*'  and.  with  great  kindness,  insisted  that  I  should  be  removed  to  his  house \nimmediately,  where,  if  my  illness  should  become  serious,  I  could  be \nmore  carefully  attended  than  was  possible  in  a  boarding-house.  I  made \nlight  of  my  illness,  and,  with  many  thanks,  declined  his  pressing  invi- \ntation. But  it  was  a  proud  and  consoling  reflection,  that  he,  who  had \nbeen  President  of  Congress  at  the  time  of  my  resignation,  and  who \nhad  both  signed  and  forwarded  the  misdated  commission  which  had \ndriven  me  from  the  service,  had  now  witnessed  my  military  conduct, \nand  seen  that  I  was  not  a  man  to  ask,  but  to  earn,  distinction.\"  No \ndoubt  these  patriots  were  soon  reconciled,  as  Gov.  Hancock  sat  to \nTrumbull  for  his  portrait. \n\nIn  1780  Hancock  was  elected  a  member  of  the  convention  that \nframed  a  State  constitution,  of  which  James  Bowdoin  was  president. \nAt  that  time  the  people  of  the  State  were  divided  into  two  political  par- \nties, with  one  of  which  the  popularity  of  John  Hancock  was  unbounded  ; \nwith  the  other,  James  Bowdoin  was  the  favorite.  \"In  the  Hancock \nparty.\"  says  Josiah  Quincy,  \"  were  included  many  of  the  known  mal- \ncontents with  Harvard  College, — men  who  had  no  sympathy  for  science \nor  classical  education,  and  who  were  ready  to  oppose  any  proposition \nfor  the  benefit  of  that  institution.\"  Is  not  this  a  sweeping  denuncia- \ntion, too  severe  to  credit  1  On  the  contrary,  the  party  of  which  James \nBowdoin  may  be  considered  the  exponent  \"  included  all  the  active \nfriends  of  that  seminary,  and  was  chiefly  composed  of  men  regarded  by \nthe  opposite  faction  with  jealousy  and  fear,  to  some  of  whom  Hancock \nthen  gave  the  sobriquet  of  'The  Essex  Junto,' — the  delegates  from \nthat  county  being  among  the  most  talented  and  efficient  members  of \nthe  convention.\"  Would  it  be  uncandid  to  concede  that  the  Hancock \nparty  embraced  a  few  friends  of  Harvard  College  'I  Did  not  Gov. \nHancock  prove,  by  his  public  messages,  the  paternal  interest  of  his \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  105 \n\nheart  in  the  welfare  of  the  college  7  Does  not  President  Quincy  prove \nit  by  his  own  statement,  where  he  relates  that  \"  Gov.  Hancock  was \ninduced  to  allude  to  the  necessity  of  legislative  aid,  in  his  speech  to \nthe  General  Court,  in  May,  1791,  and  to  introduce,  by  a  special  mes- \nsage, the  memorial  of  Samuel  Adams  and  others,  a  committee  of  the \noverseers  and  corporation,  of  the  necessity  of  making  up  by  the \narrearages  of  the  usual  grants  to  college  officers, —  without  wliich,  they \naverred,  that  '  either  the  assessment  on  the  students  must  be  aug- \nmented, or  some  of  the  institutions  of  the  college  must  fail  of  support '  1 \nAfter  great  debates,  the  subject  was  ugain  referred  to  the  next  session \nof  the  Legislature;\"  and  on  another  occasion,  in  1781,  did  not  Han- \ncock remark,  that  the  college  was,  \"in  some  sense,  the  parent  and \nnurse  of  the  late  happy  revolution  in  this  Commonwealth  '\"? \n\nOn  the  adoption  of  the  State  constitution  at  that  date,  John  Han- \ncock was  elected  governor,  which  station  he  occupied  until  his  decease, \nwith  the  exception  of  the  years  1785  and  6,  when  his  great  rival, \nJames  Bowdoin,  became  his  successor. \n\nOne  who  saw  John  Hancock  in  June,  1782,  relates  that  he  had  the \nappearance  of  advanced  age.  He  had  been  repeatedly  and  severely \nafflicted  with  the  gout ;  probably  owing  in  part  to  the  custom  of  drink- \ning punch, —  a  common  practice,  in  high  circles,  in  those  days.  As \nrecollected  at  this  time,  Gov.  Hancock  was  nearly  six  feet  in  height, \nand  of  thin  person,  stooping  a  little,  and  apparently  enfeebled  by  dis- \nease. His  manners  were  very  gracious,  of  the  old  style  of  dignified \ncomplaisance.  His  face  had  been  very  handsome.  Dress  was  adapted \nquite  as  much  to  be  ornamental  as  useful.  Gentlemen  wore  wigs  when \nabroad,  and,  commonly,  caps  when  at  home.  At  this  time,  about  noon, \nHancock  was  dressed  in  a  red^velvet  cap,  within  which  was  one  of  fine \nlinen.  The  latter  was  turned  up  over  the  lower  edge  of  the  velvet \none,  two  or  three  inches.  He  wore  a  blue  damask  gown  lined  with \nsilk,  a  white  stock,  a  white  satin  embroidered  waistcoat,  black  satin \nsmall-clothes,  white  silk  stockings,  and  red  morocco  slippers.  It  was \na  general  practice,  in  genteel  families,  to  have  a  tankard  of  punch \nmade  in  the  morning,  and  placed  in  a  cooler  when  the  season  required \nit.  At  this  visit,  Hancock  took  from  the  cooler,  standing  on  the \nhearth,  a  full  tankard,  and  drank  first  himself,  and  then  offered  it  to \nthose  present.  His  equipage  was  splendid,  and  such  as  is  not  custom- \nary at  this  day.  His  apparel  was  sumptuously  embroidered  with  gold \nand  silver  and  lace,  and  other  decorations  fashionable  amongst  men  of \n\n\n106  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nfortune  of  that  period  ;  and  he  rode,  especially  upon  public  occasions, \n\\nth  six  beautiful  bay  horses,  attended  by  servants  in  livery.  He \nwore  a  scarlet  coat,  with  ruffles  on  his  sleeves,  which  soon  became  the \nprevailing  fashion;  and  it  is  related  of  Dr.  Nathan  Jacques,  the \nfamous  pedestrian,  of  West  Newbury,  that  he  paced  all  the  way  to \nBoston,  in  one  day,  to  procure  cloth  for  a  coat  like  that  of  John  Han- \ncock, and  returned  with  it  under  his  arm,  on  foot. \n\nHancock  was  hospitable.  There  might  have  been  seen,  at  his  table, \nall  classes,  from  grave  and  dignified  clergy,  down  to  the  gifted  in  song, \nnarration,  anecdote,  and  wit,  with  whom  \"noiseless  falls  the  foot  of \nTime,  that  only  treads  on  flowers.\" \n\nMadam  Hancock  gratified  the  ambition  of  her  husband,  in  presiding \nwith  so  much  graceful  ease  at  his  hospitable  board  and  in  the  social \ncircle,  that  her  presence  ever  infused  an  enlivening  charm.  So  famed \nwas  Hancock  for  hospitality,  that  his  mansion  was  often  thronged  with \nvisiters ;  and  frequently  did  Madam  Hancock  send  her  maids  to  milk \ntheir  cows  on  Boston  Common,  early  in  the  morning,  to  replenish  the \nexhausted  supply  of  the  previous  evening.  On  July  28,  1796,  Avidow \nDorothy  Hancock  was  married,  by  Peter  Thacher,  D.  D.,  to  James \nScott,  the  master  of  a  London  packet,  formerly  in  the  employ  of  the \ngovernor.  She  outlived  Capt.  Scott  many  years,  and  retained  her \nmental  faculties  until  near  the  close  of  life.  She  was  a  lady  of  superior \neducation,  and  delightful  powers  of  conversation.^ \n\nHer  last  days  were  retired  and  secluded,  in  the  dwelling  No.  4  Fed- \neral-street, next  the  corner  of  Milton-place,  in  Boston ;  and  those  were \nmost  honored  who  received  an  invitation  to  her  little  supper-table. \nShe  spoke  of  other  days  Avith  cheerfulness,  and  seldom  sighed  that  they \nhad  gone.  Her  memory  was  tenacious^of  past  times ;  and  there  were \nbut  few  officers  of  the  British  army  quartered  in  Boston  whose  per- \nsonal appearance,  habits,  and  manners,  she  could  not  describe  with \naccuracy.  Her  favorite  was  Earl  Percy,  whose  forces  encamped  on \nBoston  Common  during  the  winter  of  1774-5 ;  and  this  nobleman^ \naccustomed  to  all  the  luxuries  of  Old  England,  slept  among  his  com- \npanions in  arms  in  a  tent  on  the  Common,  exposed  to  the  severity  of \nthe  weather  as  much  as  were  they.  The  traces  of  those  tents  have \nl)een  visible,  to  a  very  recent  period,  on  the  Common,  when  the  grass \nAvas  freshly  sj^ringing  from  the  earth,  and  the  circles  around  the  tents \nwere  very  distinct.     At  the  dawn  of  day,  Madam  Scott  related,  that \n\n\nJOHN  HANCOCK.  107 \n\nEarl   Percy's   voice   was  heard  drilling   the  regulars   near  the  old \nmansion. \n\nMadam  Hancock  had  an  opportunity,  after  tlie  capture  of  Burgoyne, \nof  extending  her  courtesies  to  the  ladies  of  his  array,  while  at  Cam- \nbridge, under  the  treaty  with  Gates.  They  were  gratefully  received \nby  the  fair  Britons,  and  ever  remembered.  When  Lafayette  was  in \nBoston,  during  his  last  visit,  in  August,  1824,  he  made  an  early  call \non  Madam  Scott.  Those  who  witnessed  this  hearty  interview  speak  of \nit  with  admiration.  The  once  youthful  chevalier  and  the  unrivalled \nbelle  met  as  if  only  a  summer  had  passed  since  they  had  enjoyed \nsocial  interviews  in  the  perils  of  the  Revolution.  While  they  both  were \ncontemplating  the  changes  effected  by  long  time,  they  smiled  in  each \nother's  faces,  but  no  allusion  was  made  to  such  an  ungallant  subject ; \nyet  she  was  not  always  so  silent  on  this  point.  One  of  her  young \nfriends  complimented  her  on  her  good  looks.  She  laughingly  rephed, \n\"What  you  have  said  is  more  than  half  a  hundred  years  old.  My \nears  remember  it;  but  what  were  dimples  once  are  wrinkles  now.\" \nTo  the  last  day  of  life,  she  was  as  attentive  to  her  dress  as  when  first \nin  the  circles  of  fashion.  \"  She  would  never  forgive  a  young  girl,\" \nshe  said,  \"who  did  not  dress  to  please,  nor  one  who  seemed  pleased \nAvith  her  dress.\"  Madam  Scott  died  in  Boston,  Feb.  3,  1830,  ao-ed \n83  years. \n\nThe  munificence  of  John  Hancock,  in  the  bosom  of  the  church,  was \nas  proverbial  as  it  was  in  forwarding  the  glory  of  the  republic.  Jn  the \nyear  1772  he  officially  proposed  to  contribute  largely  towards  a  new \nmeeting-house  for  Brattle-street  Church,  of  which  he  was  a  member. \nA  plan  for  an  edifice,  draAvn  by  John  S.  Copley,  the  artist,  was \nrejected,  because  of  the  expense;  but  another,  drawn  by  Maj.  Thomas \nDawes,  father  of  the  judge,  was  adopted.  The  admirers  of  genius  will \never  deplore  the  loss  of  Copley's  design.  There  were  seventy-five \n\"free-gift\"  subscribers,  of  whom  Gov.  Bowdoin  gave  £200,  and  Gov. \nHancock  gave  XIOOO,  reserving  to  himself  the  right  of  erecting  a \nmahogany  pulpit  and  furniture,  a  mahogany  deacon's  seat  and  com- \nmunion-table, and  seats  for  poor  widows,  and  others  unable  to  provide \nfor  themselves.  When  the  bell,  which  was  his  gift  also,  was  hung  and \nrung  for  the  first  time,  Oct.  28,  1774,  weighing  3220  pounds,  this \nmotto  had  been  inscribed  upon  it : \n\n'•I  to  the  Church  the  living  call, \nAnd  to  the  grave  I  summons  all.\" \n\n\n108  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nDuring  the  years  1775-6,  regiments  of  the  British  troops  were \nquartered  in  the  new  church,  in  a  sugar-house  to  the  north  of  it,  and  in \nhouses  in  the  near  vicinity.  Dr.  Cooper  was  often  a  subject  of  their \nnotice,  in  passing  into  the  church  at  service-time,  when  paraded  in  the \nsquare ;  and  the  provost  once,  in  breaking  open  the  church  door, \ndeclared  that  if  Dr.  Cooper  and  Dr.  Warren  were  there,  he  would \nbreak  their  heads.  The  congregation  was  dispersed,  on  the  16th  of \nApril,  1775,  when  it  Avas  used  as  a  barrack  for  the  British  regulars, \nuntil  the  evacuation  of  Boston,  March  17,  1776.  Gov.  Gage  had  liis \nmilitary  head-quarters  opposite  the  church.  He  told  Mr.  Turell  he \nhad  no  fear  of  the  shot  from  Cambridge,  for  his  troops,  while  within \nsuch  walls.  The  morning  on  Avhich  the  British  evacuated,  Dea.  New- \nell and  Mr.  Turell  entered  the  church,  and  quenched  the  fires  which \nthey  had  left  bui-ning.  A  shot  which  struck  the  tower  the  night  before \nwas  preserved  in  his  family  until  the  committee  for  making  late  repairs \nhad  it  f  istened  in  the  tower  where  it  had  penetrated.  When  the  Brit- \nish were  about  to  occupy  the  church.  Deacons  Gore  and  Newell  were \npermitted  to  encase  the  pulpit  and  columns,  and  remove  the  body  pews, \nwhich  were  conveyed  to  the  paint  loft  of  the  former.  When  the  church \nwas  erected,  the  name  of  \"Hon.  John  Hancock,  Esq.\"  was  inscribed \non  one  of  the  rustic  quoins,  of  Connecticut  stone,  at  the  south-west \ncorner,  which  the  royal  regulars  badly  defaced,  and  the  stone  remains \nto  this  day  in  the  condition  in  which  they  left  it ;  and  a  similar  inscrip- \ntion, unmutilated,  appears  on  one  of  the  rustic  quoins  in  the  south-west \ncorner  of  the  tower.  Palfrey's  history  of  the  church  relates  most  of \nthese  facts. \n\nThough  Hutchinson  relates  that  the  estate  of  Hancock  was  lost  with \ngreater  rapidity  than  it  was  acquired,  he  was,  at  the. latest  period,  one \nof  the  largest  owners  of  real  estate  in  Boston.  His  ancient  stoue \nmansion,  opposite  which,  in  the  summer,  a  band  of  music  played  for \nthe  people,  stands  on  the  front  ground  of  the  possessions  inherited \nfrom  his  uncle,  bounded  eastward  on  Beacon,  from  Mount  Vernon  to \nClapboard,  now  Belknap  street,  including  the  grounds  of  the  State- \nhouse,  Hancock-avenue,  and  Mount  Vernon-place ;  and  westerly, \nembracing  ]\\Iount  Vernon-street,  which  he  gave  to  the  town ;  a  part \nof  Hancock-street,  where  was  his  gardener's  extensive  nursery ;  and \nother  lands,  including  a  part  of  Beacon  Hill,  now  occupied  for  a \nCochituate  Reservoir,  never  before  improved  by  any  building,  until  it \nwas  sold  to  the  city  in  1847.     His  lands  were  originally  of  orchards  and \n\n\n^  JOHN  HANCOCK.  109 \n\npastures.  Hancock  was  the  most  public-spirited  person  ever  known \nin  Boston,  and  it  is  said  that  he  sacrificed  more  than  one  hundred \nthousand  dollars  in  the  cause  of  liberty. \n\nThere  was  a  lofty  and  spacious  hall  on  the  northern  wing  of  his \nmansion,  extending  sixty  feet,  devoted  to  festive  parties,  and  built  of \nwood.  It  was  removed,  in  1818,  to  Allen-street;  and  a  complaint \nbeing  entered  that  it  endangered  the  neighborhood,  brick  walls  were \nbuilt  around  it.  and  the  building  is  still  standing.  Public  dinners, \nnow  given  at  the  public  expense,  were  provided  by  Hancock  from  his \nown  private  purse.  The  bill  of  cost  for  the  dinner  on  election-day,  at \nFaneuil  Hall,  May  25,  1791,  was  X90  ;  and  for  163  bottles  of  wine, \nalso,  and  other  items,  it  was  £Q5  Qs.  Qd.  The  bill  was  made  out  to \nJohn  Hancock,  and  paid  by  himself.  On  the  6th  of  June  following, \nGov.  Hancock  gave  a  splendid  entertainment  in  his  glorious  hall,  it \nbeing  election-day.  Among  the  company  present,  were  Col.  Azor \nOrne,  and  Solomon  Davis,  Esq.,  a  merchant  who  resided  in  Tremont- \nstreet,  opposite  the  Savings  Bank.  He  was  very  facetious.  A  superb \nplum-cake  graced  the  centre  of  the  table.  It  was  noticed  by  the \nguests  that  Mr.  Davis  partook  very  freely  of  this  cake ;  and,  more- \nover, that  the  silver  tankard  of  punch  was  greatly  lightened  of  its \nliquid,  by  liberal  draughts  through  his  lips.  As  was  the  natural  habit \nof  Mr.  Davis,  he  set  the  table  in  a  roar ;  and  in  one  of  his  puns  being \nspecially  felicitous,  Col.  Orne  remarked,  \"Go  home,  Davis,  and  die;  — \nyou  can  never  beat  that !  \"  Mr.  Davis,  on  his  way  home,  fell  dead,  in \na  fit  of  apoplexy,  near  King's  Chapel,  and  his  pockets  were  found \nfilled  with  plum-cake.  His  decease  is  recorded  in  Russell's  Centinel \nof  that  date. \n\nGov.  Hancock  would  gather  in  his  hall  all  the  rare  wits  of  the  town, \nof  whom  Nathaniel  Balch,  a  hatter,  was  a  never-failing  guest,  well \nknown  as  the  governor's  jester.  His  shop  was  on  Washington  opposite \nWater  street ;  and  he  would,  when  seated  in  his  broad  arm-chair  at  the \nshop-door,  keep  his  visiters  in  a  roar  at  his  witticisms.  So  strong  was \nthe  attachment  of  the  governor  towards  him,  that  if  the  former  were \ncalled  away,  at  no  matter  what  distance.  Squire  Balch  attended  him. \nlike  his  shadow, —  which  we  will  illustrate.  Hancock  was  called  on  to \nvisit  the  District  of  Maine,  on  which  occasion  he  travelled  in  state, \nand  was  attended  by  Hon.  Azor  Orne,  of  the  Council,  of  IMarblehead, \nand  his  old  friend  Balch.  Their  arrival  at  Portsmouth,  N.  H.,  was \nthus  humorously  announced :  On  Thursday  last,  arrived  in  this  town. \n10 \n\n\n110  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nNathaniel  Balch,  Esq.,  accompanied  by  His  Excellency  Jolin  Hancock, \nand  the  lion.  Azor  Orne,  Esq. \n\nAmon<5  the  most  tenacious  political  opponents  of  John  Hancock  was \nStephen  Higginson.  a  nervous  writer  of  great  spirit,  whose  articles, \nsigned  '\"Laco,\"  in  Russell's  Centinel,  effected  a  strong  feeling.  Mr. \nHigginson  was  a  mercha,nt  on  Long  Wharf,  and  passed  down  State-street \nto  his  store.  The  truckmen  who  stood  in  State-street  used  great  efforts \nto  teach  a  parrot,  that  hung  in  a  cage  at  the  corner  of  Merchant' s-row, \nto  recognize  '-'Laco,\"  and  to  curse  him,  relates  Thomas  ;  and  so  com- \npletely successful  were  they,  that  pretty  Poll  no  sooner  saw  Mr.  Higgin- \nson approach,  than  she  began  to  \"  Hurrah  for  Hancock  !  Down  with \nLaco  !  \"  — and  continued  to  do  so  until  he  was  out  of  sight.  In  con- \nnection with  this,  we  Avill  relate  another  incident.  One  evening,  early \nin  the  year  1789,  in  a  party,  according  to  Russell's  Centinel,  consist- \nino-  of  the  advocates  of  Gov.  Hancock  and  of  his  political  opponents, \none  of  the  latter,  long  famous  for  his  unfriendly  air,  began  a  long \nharangue  on  Hancock's  unwise  administration  ;  but  before  he  had  ended, \nhe  observed  one  of  the  company  asleep.  Offended  at  the  indignity,  he \nceased,  until  the  speaker's  friends  awoke  the  slumberer,  who  apolo- \ngized, and  proposed,  as  a  reparation,  to  relate  his  dream.  \"  Gentle- \nmen,\" said  he,  \"  I  dreamed  I  was  in  the  abodes  of  misery.  The  first, \nspirit  I  met  was  Lucifer,  who,  as  usual  for  him,  came  to  welcome  mc. \nand  asked,  '  What  news  upon  earth?'  '  Not  much,'  said  I.  '  What \nare  they  doing  at  Boston  7  '  said  he.  I  told  him  they  were  trying  to \nagain  elect  John  Hancock  as  governor.  '  That  will  never  do,'  cried \nLucifer ;  '  Jack,  fetch  my  horse,  boots,  and  spurs.  But  pray  what \nhas  become  of  Laco?'  'He  is  there,  very  busy.'  '0,  never  mind, \nthen.  Jack  ;  let  the  horse  go,  and  put  away  my  boots  and  spurs ;  for \nv,hilc  Laco  is  in  Boston,  there  is  no  need  of  my  presence.  He  can \nperform  the  work  of  confusion  to  admiration,  without  my  aid.'  \"  This \nsally  of  wit  set  the  club  in  a  roar,  and  the  ranter  was  so  chagrined  that \nlie  uttered  no  more  declamation.  Hancock  was  that  year  elected^ \ngovernor  of  the  Old  Bay  State. \n\nIt  was  asserted,  in  Russell's  Centinel,  that  it  was  generally  known \nthat  privateers  were  fitting  out  of  the  port  of  Boston,  and  have  been, \nby  American  and  French  citizens,  notwithstanding  President  Wash- \nington had  proclaimed  that  our  country  was  in  a  state  of  neutrality. \nA  town-meeting  Avas  notified,  which  took  place  on  July  25,  1793. \nThomas  Dawes,  the  moderator,  called  upon  Mr.  Benjamin  Russell  for \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  Ill \n\nhis  authority,  on  which  he  declared  that  Stephen  Higginson  related  the \nstatement.  The  latter  roundly  denied  the  charge.  The  one  was \naccused  of  asserting  what  he  could  not  prove,  and  the  other  for  print- \ning what  was  never  stated.  Mr.  Russell,  therefore,  was  impelled  to \nretract,  saying  that  he  had  been  misinformed.  The  editor  of  the  Bos- \nton Mercury  very  pleasantly  said,  in  his  paper : \n\n\"  Stephen  .and  Ben  are  now  both  even  ; \nStephen  beat  Ben,  and  Ben  beat  Stephen.\" \n\nI \n\nGov.  Hancock  was  elected  a  delegate  to  the  Massachusetts  State \nConvention,  on  the  adoption  of  the  federal  constitution,  which \nassembled  at  the  Rev.  Jeremy  Belknap's  church,  in  Long-lane, — \nafterwards  named  Federal-street,  in  honor  of  the  convention, —  Jan. \n9, 1788,  on  which  occasion  Hancock  was  elected  president,  and  George \nRichards  Minot,  secretary.  Hancock  had  been  absent  some  days,  from \nillness.  On  the  31st  day  he  resumed  his  place ;  and,  after  remarking \non  the  difterence  of  opinion  which  prevailed  in  the  convention,  he  pro- \nposed that  the  constitution  should  be  adopted,  but  that  it  should  be \naccompanied  by  certain  amendments,  to  be  submitted  to  Congress.  He \nexpressed  his  belief  that  it  would  be  safe  to  adopt  the  constitution. \nunder  the  hope  that  the  amendments  would  be  ratified,  which  led  to  a \ndiscussion  on  its  probability.  *'It  cannot  bo  assumed,  for  certainty,\" \nsays  Sullivan,  \"that  this  measure  of  Hancock's  secured  the  adoption: \nbut  it  is  highly  probable.  The  convention  may  have  been  influenced \nby  another  circumstance.  About  this  time,  a  great  meeting  of \nmechanics  was  held  at  the  Green  Drao;on  Tavern,  which  was  thron-red. \nAt  this  meeting  resolutions  were  passed,  with  acclamation,  in  favor  of \nthe  adoption.  But  notwithstanding  Hancock's  conciliatory  proposal. \nand  this  strong  public  expression,  the  constitution  was  adopted  by  the \nsmall  majority  of  nineteen,  out  of  three  hundred  and  fifty  votes.\"  On \ntaking  this  question.  Gov.  Hancock  said :  '-J  should  have  considered  it \nas  one  of  the  most  distressing  misfortunes  in  my  life,  to  be  deprived \nof  giving  my  aid  and  support  to  a  system  which,  if  amended,  as  I \nfeel  assured  it  will  be,  according  to  your  proposals,  cannot  fail  to  give \nthe  people  of  the  United  States  a  greater  degree  of  political  freedom, \nand  eventually  as  much  national  dignity  as  falls  to  the  lot  of  any \nnation  on  the  earth.  The  question  now  before  you  is  such  as  no \nnation  on  earth,  without  the  limits  of  America,  have  ever  had  the \n\n\n112  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nprivilege  of  deciding.\"  The  proposed  amendments  were  twelve  in \nnumber.  They  were  submitted  to  the  States.  Ten  of  them  were \nadopted,  and  now  form  a  part  of  the  constitution  of  the  United  States. \nThe  adoption  was  celebrated  in  Boston  by  a  memorable  procession,  in \nwhich  the  various  orders  of  mechanics  displayed  appropriate  banners. \nIt  was  hailed  with  joy  throughout  the  repubhc.  Gen.  Washington  is \nwell  known  to  have  expressed  his  hearty  satisfaction  that  the  import- \nant State  of  Massachusetts  had  acceded  to  the  Union.  The  proces- \nsion was  so  vast,  that  though  Faneuil  Hall  could  then  accommodate \nfifteen  hundred  persons,  not  half  the  people  could  find  room  to  enter. \n\n\"  The  'Vention  did  in  Boston  meet,  — \nBut  State-house  could  not  hold  'em  ; \nSo  then  they  went  to  Federal-street, \nAnd  there  the  truth  was  told  'em. \n\n\"  They  every  morning  went  to  prayer. \nAnd  then  began  disputing, \nTill  opposition  silenced  were, \nBy  arguments  refuting. \n\n\"  Then  Squire  Hancock,  like  a  man \nWho  dearly  loves  the  nation. \nBy  a  conciliatory  plan, \nPrevented  much  vexation. \n\n\"  He  made  a  woundy  Federal  speech, \nWith  sense  and  elocution  ; \nAnd  then  the  'Vention  did  beseech \nT'  adopt  the  constitution. \n\n\"  The  question  being  outright  put. \nEach  voter  independent, \nThe  Federalists  agreed  to  adopt, \nAnd  then  propose  amendment. \n\n**  The  other  party,  seeing  then \nThe  people  were  against  them. \nAgreed,  like  honest,  faithful  men. \nTo  mix  in  peace  amongst  'em.  - \n\n\"  The  Boston  folks  are  deuced  lads. \nAnd  always  full  of  notions  ; \nThe  boys  and  girls,  their  marms  and  dads, \nWere  filled  with  joy's  commotions  ; \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  113 \n\n\"  So  straightway  they  procession  made,  — \nLord  !  how  nation  fine,  sir  ! \nFor  every  man  of  every  trade \nWent  with  his  tools  to  dine,  sir. \n\n\"  John  Foster  Williams,  in  a  ship. \nJoined  in  the  social  band,  sir  ; \nAnd  made  the  lasses  dance  and  skip, \nTo  see  him  sail  on  land,  sir  ! \n\n\"  0  then  a  whopping  feast  began, \nAnd  all  hands  went  to  eating  ; \nThey  drank  their  toasts,  shook  hands,  and  eung, \nHuzza  for  'Vention  meeting  ! \n\n\"  Now,  politicians  of  all  kinds, \nWho  are  not  yet  derided. \nMay  see  how  Yankees  speak  their  minds. \nAnd  yet  are  not  decided. \n\n\"  Then,  from  this  sample,  let  'em  cease \nInflammatory  writing  ; \nFor  freedom,  happiness,  and  peace, \nAre  better  far  than  fighting. \n\n\"  So  here  I  end  my  Federal  song. \nComposed  of  thirteen  verses  ; \nMay  agriculture  flourish  long. \nAnd  commerce  fill  our  purses.\" \n\nJust  three  days  previous  to  the  entry  of  Washington  into  Boston,  in \nthe  year  1789,  an  eiFusion  appeared  in  Russell's  Centinel,  addressed  to \nthe  citizens.  Its  fervor  of  affection  must  be  our  apology  for  its  insertion \nhere : \n\n\"  The  man  beloved  approaches  nigh,  — \nRevere  him,  ye  Bostonian  sons  ! \nEmbrace  the  chance  before  you  die, \nAnd  cannonade  with  all  your  guns. \n\n\"  Let  lively  squibs  dance  through  the  town, \nAnd  pleasing  rockets  gild  the  air  ; \nThere  's  not  a  man  can  show  a  frown, \nBut  all  shall  joyously  appear. \n\n•'  Let  punch  in  casks  profusely  flow. \nAnd  wine  luxuriantly  be  spread  ; \nThat  townsmen  all,  both  high  and  low, \nMay  hand  in  hand  by  mirth  be  led.\" \n\n10* \n\n\n114  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nWe  will  proceed  to  relate  a  memorable  remimscence  of  this  reception \nof  President  Washington,  which  discloses  an  instance  of  frailty  in \nregard  to  etiquette  on  the  part  of  Gov.  Hancock. \n\nIt  is  well  known  that  Avhcn  Washington,  with  a  mind  oppressed  Avith \nmore  painful  sensations  than  he  had  words  to  express,  accepted  the \npresidency,  and  undertook  the  more  difficult  task  of  guiding  in  peace \nthe  nation  Avhich  he  had  saved  in  war,  he  thought  it  a  proper  expression \nof  his  respect  to  the  republic  to  take  the  tour  of  his  country,  Where- \never  he  came,  he  w^as  received  with  every  mark  of  honor  and  regard \nthat  a  grateful  and  confiding  people  could  bestow.  Hancock  was \nwilling  to  show  him  attention  in  any  way  which  allowed  the  governor \nto  take  precedence  of  the  president.  The  State,  though  confederate, \nwas  sovereign;  and  who  greater  here  than  its  chief  magistrate  ?  So  it \nwas  settled,  in  his  mind,  that  etiquette  required  his  excellency  to  be \nwaited  on  first  in  his  own  house  by  the  president,  and  not  make  the \nadvance  to  his  illustrious  visiter.  The  president,  as  appeared  in  the \nresult,  had  difterent  ideas.  On  Gen.  Washington's  approach  to  Bos- \nton, Oct.  25,  1789,  at  some  miles  distance,  attended  by  two  secretaries \nand  six  servants,  he  was  met  by  the  governor's  suite,  and  an  invitation \nto  dinner,  but  no  governor.  He  intends  to  present  himself,  thought \nWashington,  at  the  suburbs ;  but,  on  arriving  at  the  Neck,  he  still \nmissed  Gov.  Hancock.  The  day  was  unusually  cold  and  murky. \nThe  president,  with  his  secretaries,  had  been  mounted  for  a  considerable \ntime,  waiting  to  enter  the  town.  He  made  inquiry  of  the  cause  of \nthe  delay  ;  and,  on  receiving  information  of  the  important  difficulty,  is \n■said  to  have  expressed  impatience.  Turning  to  Maj.  Jackson,  his  sec- \nretary, he  asked,  \"  Is  there  no  other  avenue  to  the  town?\"  and  he  was \nin  the  act  of  turning  his  charger,  when  he  was  informed  that  he  would \nbo  received  by  the  municipal  authorities,  and  was  conducted  amidst  the \nuniversal  acclamation  of  the  people.  He  passed  the  long  procession, \nand  reached  the  entrance  of  the  State-house,  but  no  governor.  He \nstopped,  and  demanded  of  the  secretary  if  his  excellency  was  above, \nbecause,  if  he  were,  he  should  not  ascend  the  stairs.  Upon  being \n;issured  he  was  not,  he  ascended,  saw  the  procession  pass,  and  then \nwent  to  his  lodgings.  A  message  came  from  the  governor's  mansion \nthat  dinner  was  waiting.  The  president  dechncd,  and  dined  at  home. \nLoud  expressions  of  resentment  were  heard  from  all  quarters  at  this \nindignity  toward  the  first  of  men,  whom  the  town  had  received,  on  their \npartj  with  every  possible  respect.     Thoy  had  not  added  an  entertain- \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  115 \n\nment  to  their  plan,  because  this  was  claimed  by  Hancock.  In  the \nevening,  two  of  the  Council  came  to  Washington,  with  explanations  and \napologies  in  behalf  of  the  chief  magistrate, —  \"  He  was  not  well,\"  etc. \n\"  Gentlemen,\"  said  Washington,  \"  I  am  a  frank  man,  and  will  be  frank \non  this  occasion.  For  myself,  you  will  believe  me,  I  do  not  regard \nceremony ;  but  there  is  an  etiquette  due  to  my  oiEce  which  I  am  not \nat  liberty  to  waive.  My  claim  to  the  attention  that  has  been  omitted \nrests  upon  the  question  whether  the  whole  is  greater  than  a  part.  I \nam  told,\"  said  Washington,  \"  that  the  course  taken  has  been  designed, \nand  that  the  subject  was  considered  in  Council.\"  This  was  denied. \nOne  gentleman  said,  however,  it  was  observed  that  the  President  of  the \nUnited  States  was  one  personage,  and  the  ambassador  of  the  French \nrepublic  was  another  personage.  \"Why  that  remark,  sir,  if  the  sub- \nject was  not  before  the  Council?\"  Washington  continued.  \"This \ncircumstance  has  been  so  disagreeable  and  mortifying,  that  I  must  say, \nnotwithstanding  all  the  marks  of  respect  and  affection  received  from \nthe  inhabitants  of  Boston,  had  I  anticipated  it,  I  would  have  avoided \nthe  place.\" \n\nThe  friends  of  Gov.  Hancock  held  a  consultation  on  the  matter,  the \nsame  evening ;  and,  in  compliance  with  their  advice,  he  concluded  to \nwaive  the  point  of  etiquette,  as  will  appear  by  a  note  written  to  Pres- \nident Washington  : \n\n^'■Sunday,  26  October,  half  past  tivelve  o'clock. \n\"  The  Governor's  best  respects  to  the  President.  If  at  home,  and  at \nleisure,  the  Governor  will  do  himself  the  honor  to  pay  his  respects  in \nhalf  an  hour.  This  would  have  been  done  much  sooner,  had  his \nhealth  in  any  degree  permitted.  He  now  hazards  everything,  as  it \nrespects  his  health,  for  the  desirable  purpose.\" \n\nWashington's  Reply. \n\n\"  Sunday,  26  October,  one  o^ clock. \n\"The  President  of  the  United  States  presents  his  best  respects  to \nthe  Governor,  and  has  the  honor  to  inform  him  that  he  shall  be  at  home \ntill  two  o'clock.  The  President  needs  not  express  the  pleasure  it  will \ngive  him  to  see  the  Governor  ;  but,  at  the  same  time,  he  most  earnestly \nbegs  that  the  Governor  will  not  hazard  his  health  on  the  occasion.\" \n\nHancock  rode  in  his  coach,  without  delay,  enveloped  in  red  baize, \nto  the  lodgings  of  Washington,  at  the  boarding-house  of  Joseph  Inger- \n\n\n116  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nsoil,  on  the  comer  of  Court  and  Tremont  streets,  to  whose  apartment \nhe  was  borne  in  the  arms  of  attendants.  Washington  accepted  of  an \ninvitation  to  dine  with  Hancock,  partook  of  a  public  dinner  of  the \nState  authorities  where  Hancock  was  not  present,  and  attended  an \noratorio  of  Jonah,  and  other  pieces,  in  King's  Chapel,  on  which  occa- \nsion he  was  dressed  in  a  black  suit  of  velvet.  The  profits  of  this \noratorio  were  appropriated  to  the  expense  of  finishing  the  colonnade, \nor  portico,  of  the  chapel ;  and  it  is  stated  that  Washington  contributed \nhandsomely  for  the  object. \n\nWe  find  the  following  apostrophe  to  Hancock,  in  a  poetical  tribute \nto  Washington,  contained  in  Russell's  Centinel,  Oct.  31,  1789: \n\n\"  Thou,  too,  illustrious  Hancock  !  by  his  side \nIn  every  lowering  hour  of  danger  tried ; \nWith  him  conspicuous  o'er  the  beamy  page. \nDescend  the  theme  of  every  future  age. \nWhen  first  the  sword  of  early  war  we  drew. \nThe  king,  presaging,  fixed  his  eye  on  you; \n'T  was  your  dread  finger  pressed  the  sacred  seal \nWhence  rose  to  sovereign  power  the  public  weal !\" \n\nWhen  Washington  entered  Boston,  he  came  on  horseback,  dressed \nin  his  old  continental  uniform,  with  his  head  uncovered.  He  did  not \nbow  to  the  throngs  that  crowded  around  him,  but  sat  on  his  horse,  with \na  calm,  dignified  air.  When  he  dismounted,  at  the  old  State-house,  he \ncame  out  on  a  temporary  balcony  at  the  west  end.  A  long  procession \npassed  before  him,  whose  salutations  he  occasionally  returned.  A  tri- \numphal arch  was  erected  across  the  street  at  that  place,  and  a  choir  of \nsingers  were  stationed  there.  When  Washington  came  forward,  he \nwas  saluted  by  the  clear,  powerful  voice  of  Daniel  Rea,  who  sang  the \node  prepared  for  the  occasion. \n\nThere  is  no  question  that  the  punctilious  exactness  of  Gov.  Hancock, \nin  matters  of  etiquette,  more  especially  in  relation  to  the  beloved  Wash- \nington, had  a  tendency  to  diminish  the  respect  for  him,  in  the  minds \nof  our  political  leaders,  that  they  had  been  accustomed  to  extend :  and \nWilliam  Cunningham,  in  the  famous  correspondence  with  John  Adams, \nreminds  him  of  what  he  himself  once  said  of  him  in  the  summer  of \n1791,  probably  when  Adams  had  in  his  mind  this  unfortunate  afiair \nof  Washington's  reception.  Some  conversation  respecting  Hancock \nled  Mrs.  Adams  to  remark  that  he  was  born  near  your  residence,  says \nCunningham. —  '-You  turned  yourself  towards  your  frontdoor,  and \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  117 \n\npointing  to  a  spot  in  view,  you  laughingly  exclaimed,  '  Yes, —  there  's \nthe  place  Avhere  the  great  Gov.  Hancock  was  born.'     Then,  composing \nyour  countenance,  and  rolling  your  eye,  you  went  on  with  these  excla- \nmations :    '  John  Hancock  !     A  man  without  head  and  without  heart ! \n—  the  mere  shadow  of  a  man  !  — and  yet  a  Governor  of  old  Massachu- \nsetts ! '     Pausing  a  moment,  you  breathed  a  sigh,  which  sorrowed,  as \nplainly  as  a  sigh  could  sorrow,   for  poor  Massachusetts.\"'     Sullivan \nremarks  that  Hancock  was  not  supposed  to  be  a  man  of  great  intellect- \nual force ;  and  we  have  heard  it  stated,  by  a  person  of  political  emi- \nnence, that  Dr.   Cooper  was  the  author  of  Hancock's  oration  on  the \njNIassacre,  and  that  Dr.  Tliacher  wrote  for  him  his  messages.     More- \nover, we  have  heard  that  Hon.  Judge  Parsons  wrote  for  him  the \nresolves  of  the  State  convention  on  the  adoption  of  the  federal  consti- \ntution, which  he  had  the  reputation  of  preparing ;  but  such  detracting \ntraditions  should  be  received  with  decided  impressions  of  disbelief     It \nis  evident  that  he  Avas  an  ardent  friend  of  popular  education ;    as  in \nthe  first  year  of  his  administration,  and  in  1789,  he  made  a  persuasive \nappeal  to  the  State  Legislature  to  provide  by  law  for  public  schools, \nand  for  suitable  instruction.     In  relation  to  the  opinion  of  John  Adams, \nwe  have  stronger  evidence  than  the  statement  of  Cunningham,  in  his \nletter  to  Judge  William  Tudor,  dated  June  5,   1813,   contained  in \nFelfs  Memorials  of  William  S.  Shaw,  wherein  he  remarks  that  \"the \ntwo  young  men  whom  I  have  known  to  enter  the  stage  of  life  with \nthe  most  luminous,  unclouded  prospects,  and  the  best-founded  hopes, \nwere  James  Otis  and  John  Hancock.     They  were  both  essential  to  the \nRevolution,  and  both  fell  sacrifices  to  it.\"     And  in  another  part  of  the \nsame  letter,  John  Adams  further  asserts  of  them  and  Samuel  Adams, \nthat  \"  they  were  the  first  movers,  the  most  constant,  steady,  perse- \nvering springs,  agents,  and  most  disinterested  sufierers,  and  firmest  pil- \nlars, of  the  whole  Revolution.\"     Moreover,  John  Adams  remarked,  in \na  letter  to  Rev.  Jedediah  Morse,  D.  D.,  written  in  1818,  as  follows : \n\"Of  Mr.  Hancock's  life,  character,  generous  nature,  great  and  disin- \nterested sacrifices,  and  important  services,   if  I  had  forces,   I  should \nbe  glad  to  write  a  volume.     But  this,  I  hope,  will  be  done  by  some \nyounger  and  abler  hand.\"     It  is  honor  enough  to  John  Hancock, \nthat  his  daring  patriotism,  in  the  direst  period  of  his  country's  perils, \nrendered  him  especially  obnoxious  to  the  British  throne. \n\nOld  Massachusetts  is  greatly  indebted  to  Gov.  Hancock  for  his  eflS- \ncient  measures  in  the  suppression  of  Shays'  Rebellion,  which  occurred \n\n\n118  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nin  1786,  and  for  the  withdrawal  of  three  hundred  pounds  of  his  salary \nas  governor,  which  act  of  patriotism  and  generosity  elicited  the  public \nthanks  of  the  General  Court. \n\nIn  the  year  1792,  a  company  of  comedians,  under  the  direction  of \nCharles  Powell,  arrived  at  Boston  from  London,  and  established  theat- \nrical entertainments  in  a  stable,  in  Board-alley,  fitted  up  for  the  occa- \nsion. A  law  having  been  in  existence  ever  since  1750  against  such \namusements,  the  exhibitions  were  advertised  under  the  covert  name  of \nMoral  Lectures.  Gov.  Hancock  was  highly  offended  at  such  a  trans- \ngression, and  made  it  a  special  topic  of  censure  in  his  message  to  the \nLegislature,  stating  that  it  was  an  open  breach  of  the  laws,  and  a  most \ncontemptuous  insult  upon  the  government,  advising  that  these  aliens \nand  foreigners  be  brought  to  condign  punishment.  A  writer  in  the \nChronicle  of  Nov.  22,  indignant  not  only  that  foreigners  should  palm \nthemselves  on  a  repubhcan  people,  but  also  with  \"tales  of  love  between \nmy  Lord  and  Lady,  or  Sir  Charles  and  his  Maid,\"  in  this  land  of  lib- \nerty and  equality,  as  preachers  of  moral  lectures,  thus  versifies : \n\n\"  Bostonians  ! \nShall  a  lawless  Bandittis,  the  faeces, \nThe  refuse  of  a  degenerate  people, \nPass  unnoticed,  and  be  suffered \nTo  triumph  over  the  opinions, \nAnd  the  long,  well-established  maxims \nOf  our  venerable  ancestors  ? \nShall  vile  minions,  from  a  foreign  land. \nAffect  to  treat  with  open,  marked  contempt. \nThe  mild  influence  of  our  government. \nIn  the  prevention  of  those  evils \nWhich  experience  and  well-known  prudence \nLong  since  stampt  by  the  slow  finger  of  time. \nWith  wisdom  and  success  ? \nWhat  insult  is  not  to  be  awaited \nFrom  men,  who,  regardless  of  their  honor. \nTrample  upon  our  laws,  —  our  sacred  rights, — \nWhen  the  history  of  whose  lives  would  put \nModesty  and  every  kindred  virtue \nTo  the  blush  !  Philo  DRAiiATis.\" \n\nOn  Wednesday,  Dec.  3d  inst.,  there  was  advertised  to  be  performed, \nat  the  New  England  Exhibition-room,  Board-alley,  Feats  on  the  Tight \nRope ;  after  which,  a  floral  Lecture  —  The  True-born  Irishman,  or \nIrish  Fine  Lady,  etc.  On  that  evening,  on  the  complaint  of  Mr.  Sul- \nlivan, the  Attorney -general,  Jeremiah  Allen,  the  sheriff  of  Suffolk, \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  119 \n\narrested  Mr.  Harper,  one  of  tlie  company  of  comedians  who  for  some \ntime  past  had  entertained  the  people  of  Boston,  as  guilty  of  a  breach \nof  the  law,  and  held  him  to  bail  to  appear  the  next  day  before  the \njustices,  and  enter  into  recognizance  to  appear  at  the  next  Supreme \nCourt.  At  the  period  of  the  scene  Bosworth  Field,  in  Richard  the \nThird,  the  sheriff  came  unceremoniously  forward  upon  the  stage,  and \nmade  prisoner  the  humpbacked  tyrant,  and  declared,  unless  the  per- \nformances ceased,  he  should  forthwith  arrest  the  whole  company. \nMuch  excitement  ensued,  and  the  citizens  trod  under  foot  the  portrait \nof  Hancock,  that  hung  in  front  of  the  stage-box.  A  loud  call  ensued \nfor  the  performance  to  proceed,  but  the  actors  advised  the  audience \nquietly  to  withdraw,  and  receive  the  entrance-pay.  The  performances \nwere  discontinued  until  the  last  day  of  that  year,  when  the  law  was \nabolished ;  and  it  is  said  that  many  attended,  at  that  time,  armed  with \nweapons.  The  building  on  Federal-street  was  shortly  after  erected  for \nstage-plays. \n\nTo  return  :  The  examination  was  held  at  Faneuil  Hall,  when \nAttorney  Sullivan  read  a  special  order  from  Gov.  Hancock.  H.  G. \nOtis,  counsel  for  Harper,  objected  to  the  legality  of  the  warrant,  as \ncontrary  to  the  14th  article  of  the  Declaration  of  Rights,  which  requires \nthat  no  warrants  shall  be  issued  except  upon  complaints  made  on  oath. \nMr.  Tudor,  also  of  his  counsel,  supported  Mr.  Otis,  which  was  com- \nbated by  Mr.  Sullivan.  The  justices  acceded,  and  the  defendant  was \ndischarged,  amid  loud  applause. \n\nThe  last  appearance  of  Gov.  Hancock  in  the  presence  of  the  State \nLegislature  occurred  in  the  afternoon  of  Sept.  18,  1793,  in  the  old \nState-house,  in  State-street,  when,  owing  to  debility,  he  was  brought \nin  attended  by  Mr.  Secretary  Avery  and  Sheriff  Allen.  Being  seated, \nGov.  Hancock  informed  the  Legislature  that  the  condition  of  his  health \nwould  not  permit  him  to  address  them  in  the  usual  Avay.  Ho  there- \nfore hoped  they  would  keep  their  seats,  and  requested  their  indulgence \nwhile  the  Secretary  of  State  would  read  his  addi'ess,  as  his  infirmity \nrendered  it  totally  impossible  for  him  to  speak  so  as  to  be  heard. \nEager  to  maintain  the  rights  of  the  people,  he  had  summoned  the  Leg- \nislature to  decide  on  the  important  question  of  the  suability  of  the \nStates,  or  rather,  the  sovereignty  of  Massachusetts.  It  was  viewed  as \nrather  remarkable  that  he  should  summon  a  special  session  for  this \nobject,  as  before  the  period  to  which  the  Court  was  prorogued  it  was \n\n\n120  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nordained  tliat  Hancock  should  be  numbered  with  the  dead, —  as  if  it \nwere  the  intention  of  Heaven  that  the  man  who  had  ever  been  fore- \nmost in  asserting  the  liberties  of  the  States,  should  be  first  to  check \nany  encroachment  on  their  sovereignty  and  independence. \n\nAfter  Secretary  Avery  had  finished  reading  this  valuable  and  per- \ntinent speech,  Gov.  Hancock  made  the  following  truly  pathetic  apol- \nogy, with  a  tone  of  voice  which  at  once  demonstrated  the  sincerity  of \nhis  heart,  and  which  could  not  fail  of  making  a  deep  impression  on  the \nmind  of  every  spectator.  Hancock  said :  \"I  beg  pardon  of  the  hon- \norable Legislature,  and  I  rely  on  your  candor,  gentlemen,  to  forgive \nthis  method  of  addressing  you.  I  feel  the  seeds  of  mortality  growing \nfast  within  me ;  but  I  think  I  have,  in  this  case,  done  no  more  than \nmy  duty,  as  the  servant  of  the  people.  I  never  did,  and  I  never  will, \ndeceive  them,  while  I  have  life  and  strength  to  act  in  their  service.\" \n\nWhilst  Great  Britain  dwells  with  enthusiasm,  says  the  Chronicle,  on \nthe  death  of  Chatham,  who  expired  amid  his  fellow-peers,  in  making \none  glorious  effort  to  save  his  country  from  impending  ruin,  let  Mas- \n',?achusetts  remember,  and  to  the  latest  posterity  be  it  known,  that  Gov. \nHancock  met  his  constituents,  in  General  Assembly  convened,  when  he \nwas  unable  to  articulate,  except  a  few  broken,  pathetic  sentences,  and \nthere  delivered  to  the  Senate  and  Representatives,  through  the  medium \nof  his  secretary,  the  last  political  legacy  of  the  dying  patriot,  replete \nwith  sentiments  which  deserve  to  be  engraven  on  the  pillars  of  time. \nThe  Legislature  concurred  in  the  opinion  of  Hancock,  that  a  State  was \nsovereign  and  independent,  and  not  suable.  This  last  exalted  scene \nwas  worthy  the  pencil  of  Trumbull,  and  beamed  with  brighter  glories \nthan  the  death  of  Chatham. \n\nThe  Assembly  rose.  Hancock  was  conveyed  to  his  carriage,  and \ntaken  to  his  residence,  but  never  again  appeared  in  public.  His \ndecease  occurred  Oct.  8,  1793,  at  the  age  of  fifty-six,  of  gout  and \nexhaustion.  The  corpse  was  embowelled,  and  remained  unburied  for \neight  days,  to  give  an  opportunity  for  the  citizens,  from  remote  parts \nof  the  State,  to  render  the  last  tribute  of  respect  to  his  memory ;  and \nthey  came  in  tens  of  thousands.  The  procession  was  an  hour  and  one \nhalf  in  passing  along,  and  it  was  conducted  with  great  ceremony. \nSamuel  Adams,  who  was  lieutenant-governor,  followed  the  bier  as \nchief  mourner  ;  but  the  venerable  patriot  could  not  endure  the  fatigue, \nand  on  reaching  State-street  was  compelled  to  retire  from  the  proces- \nsion. \n\n\nJOHN   HANCOCK.  121 \n\n\"  Aa  the  dead  patriot's  honored  relics  passed, \nThe  pomp  was  darkened,  and  the  scene  o'ercast; \nThe  world  of  pleasure  passed  unheeded  by, \nAnd  tears  of  sorrow  stood  in  every  eye.\" \n\nThe  militia  of  the  town  and  the  country  added  to  the  imposing  effect \nof  the  scene.  The  judges  of  the  Supreme  Judicial  Court  had,  to  this \nperiod,  worn  immense  wigs  and  broad  bands  above  robes  of  scarlet \nEnglish  cloth,  fliced  with  black  velvet,  in  winter,  and  black  silk  gowns, \nin  summer.  On  this  occasion  they  appeared  in  the  latter,  with  their \nbroad,  flowing  wigs ;  the  barristers,  also,  were  in  black  gowns  and  club \nwigs.  There  is  a  tradition  in  the  family,  that  on  the  night  after  the \nfuneral  of  Hancock,  the  tomb,  located  in  the  Granary,  was  forcibly \nentered,  and  the  right  hand  of  Hancock  was  severed  from  the  arm,  and \ntaken  away.  This  rumor  is  probably  unfounded,  as  when,  in  the  year \n1841,  the  remains  were  gathered,  together  with  the  relics  of  his  only \nson,  and  carefully  deposited  in  a  new  coffin,  no  missing  hand  was \nobserved.  Peace  to  the  manes  of  our  American  Trajan !  May  his \nsrave,  hke  his  fame,  bloom  forever !  No  monument  has  ever  been \nerected  to  the  memory  of  John  Hancock;  and  in  the  New  York  Mer- \nchant's Magazine  of  December,  1840,  is  a  brief  memoir  of  Hancock, \nwritten  by  George  Mountfort,  Esq.,  a  native  of  Boston,  in  which  it  is \nproposed  that  a  statue  of  John  Hancock  should  be  erected  in  the \nbuilding  of  the  Merchant's  Exchange,  on  Wall-street,  remarking: \n\"  Let  an  American  sculptor  breathe  into  chiselled  marble  the  soul,  and \ninvest  it  with  the  form,  of  him  who  should  be  the  merchant's  pride \nand  boast ;  and  let  it  stand  the  presiding  genius  of  a  temple  reared \nand  consecrated  to  the  commercial  interests  of  our  great  city.\"  How \nmuch  more  seemly  is  it  that  the  sons  of  the  Old  Bay  State  erect  an \nexquisite  marble  statue  to  the  memory  of  this  most  eminent  patriot \nand  munificent  Bostonian,  either  over  his  unhonored  remains  in  the \nGranary,  or  in  the  near  view  of  that  to  Bowditch,  at  Mount  Auburn, \nthe  sacred  forest  of  monuments  ! \n\nThy  political  reputation,  Hancock,  says  Benjamin  Austin,  will  ever \nbe  revered  by  the  republicans  of  America  !  Thou  wilt  live,  illustrious \nspirit,  in  the  hearts  of  thy  countrymen ;  and  while  liberty  and  the \nrights  of  thy  country  are  duly  estimated,  thy  name  will  be  held  in \ngrateful  remembrance.  The  proscription  of  George  the  Third  is  a \n\"mausoleum\"  to  thy  memory,  which  will  survive  a  ponderous  mon- \nument of  marble ! \n\n11 \n\n\n122  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nON    JOHN    HANCOCK. \n\nBY   CHAPMAN   WHITCOMB.       1795. \n\nJove,  armed  in  thunder,  ne'er  appeared  more  great. \n\nOld  Delai  Lama,  on  his  throne  of  state, \n\nHad  not  more  votaries,  no  Turkish  Dey, \n\nNor  eastern  sage,  had  more  respect  than  he  ; \n\nHis  house  tlie  seat  of  hospitality. \n\nAnd  famed  for  alms  and  deeds  of  charity. \n\nNoble  his  mien,  and  elegant  his  air  ; \n\nComely  his  person,  and  his  visage  fair  ; \n\nOld  Cato's  virtues  did  his  actions  grace. \n\nCourtiers  were  awed,  and  senators  gave  place  ; \n\nKnowledge  and  dignity  shone  in  his  face. \n\n\nPETER  THACHER,  D.   D. \n\nMARCH  6,  1776.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nAs  Boston  was  at  this  time  garrisoned  by  the  British  regulars,  and \nthe  patriotic  inhabitants  were  in  the  country,  a  meeting  was  assembled \nin  the  meeting-house  at  Watertown,  at  ten  A.  M.,  March  -5, 1776.  and \nafter  choosing  the  Hon.  Benjamin  Austin  moderator,  and  after  a  fer- \nvent prayer  by  Rev.  Dr.  Cooper,  the  Rev.  Peter  Thacher  delivered  an \noration,  which  was  received  with  universal  approbation,  it  being  the \nanniversary  of  Preston's  Massacre\",  says  the  New  England  Chronicle, \neflfected  \"  by  a  band  of  rufSans  sent  hither  by  George,  the  brutal  tyrant \nof  Britain,  in  order  to  execute  his  infernal  plans  for  enslaving  a  free \npeople.\"  The  oration  was  published  by  Benjamin  Edes,  at  Watertown. \nBoston  being  occupied  by  the  ro3^alists  at  this  day,  there  was  no  lan- \ntern exhibition,  or  other  transparencies.  Avhich  had  previously  occurred \nat  the  inn  of  Mrs.  Mary  Clapham,  an  antique,  spacious,  two-story  brick \nhouse  located  on  the  site  of  the  present  Merchant's  Bank.  Many \nBritish  officers  boarded  with  Mrs.  Clapham,  who  had  several  beautiful \ndaughters,  one  of  whom  eloped  with  one  of  the  officers,  and  is  said  to \nhave  become  his  wife. \n\n\nPETER  THACHER,  D.  D.  128 \n\nIn  the  patriotic  performance  before  us,  it  is  remarked  :    \"  English- \nmen have  been  wont  to  boast  of  the  excellence  of  their  constitution,— \nto  boast  that  it  contained  whatever  was  excellent  in  every  form  of  gov- \nernment hitherto  by  the  wit  of  man  devised.     In  their  king,  whose \npower  was  limited,  they  have  asserted  that  they  enjoyed  the  advantages \nof  monarchy,  without  fear  of  its  evils ;  Avhile  their  House  of  Commons, \nchosen  by  the  suffi-ages  of  the  people,  and  dependent  upon  them,  repre- \nsented a  republic,  their  House  of  Peers,  forming  a  balance  of  power \nbetween  the  king  and  the  people,  gave  them  the  benefit  of  an  aristoc- \nracy.    In   theory,    the   British   constitution   is,   on   many  accounts, \nexcellent ;   but  when  we  observe  it  reduced  to  practice, —  when  we \nobserve   the  British  government,  as  it   has  been  for  a  long  course \nof  years  administered, —  we  must  be  convinced  that  its  boasted  advan- \ntages  are  not  real.     The  management   of  the  public  revenue,  the \nappointment  of  civil  and  military  officers,  are  vested   in  the  king. \nImproving   the  advantages  which  these   powers    give  him,  he  hath \nfound  means  to  corrupt  the  other  branches  of  the  legislature.     Britons \nplease  themselves  with  the  thought  of  being  free.     Their  tyrant  suffers \nthem  to  enjoy  the  shadow,  whilst  he  himself  grasps  the  substance,  of \npower.     Impossible  would  it  have  been  for  the  kings  of  England  to \nhave  acquired  such  an  exorbitant  power,   had  they  not  a  standing- \narmy  under  their  command.     With  the  officers  of  this  army,  they  have \nbribed  men  to  sacrifice  the  rights  of  their  country.     Having  artfully \n<Tot  their  arms  out  of  the  hands  of  the  people,  with  their  mercenary \nforces  they  have  awed  them  into  submission.    When  they  have  appeared \nat  any  time  disposed  to  assert  their  freedom,  these  troops  have  been \nready  to  obey  the  mandates  of  their  sovereign,  to  imbrue  their  hands  in \nthe  blood  of  their  brethren.     Having  found  the  efficacy  of  this  method \nto  quell  the  spirit  of  liberty  in  the  people  of  Great  Britain,  the  right- \neous administration  of  the  righteous  King  George  the  Third  determined \nto  try  the  experiment  upon  the  people  of  America.     To  fright  us  into \nsubmission  to  their  unjustifiable  claims,  they  sent  a  military  force  to \nthe  town  of  Boston.     This  day  leads  us  to  reflect  upon  the  fatal  effects \nof  the  measure.     By  their  intercourse  with  the  troops,  made  up  in  gen- \neral of  the  most  abandoned  of  men,  tlie  morals  of  our  youth  were \ncorrupted  ;  the  temples  and  the  day  of  our  God  were  scandalously  pro- \nfaned :  we  experienced  the  most  provoking  insults  ;  and  at  length  saw \nthe  streets  of  Boston  strewed  with  the  corpses  of  five  of  its  inhabit- \nants, murdered  in  cool  blood  by  the  British  mercenaries.\" \n\n\n124  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nThis  pathetic  allusion  herewith  to  the  death  of  Warren  should  ever \nappear  in  the  record  of  the  times  :  \"  This  day,  upon  which  the  gloomy \nscene  was  first  opened,  calls  upon  us  to  mourn  for  the  heroes  who  have \nalready  died  on  the  bed  of  honor,  fighting  for  God  and  their  country. \nEspecially  does  it  lead  us  to  recollect  the  name  and  the  virtues  of  Gen. \nWarren ;  —  the  kind,  the  humane,  the  benevolent  friend,  in  the  private \nwalks  of  life, —  the  inflexible  patriot,  the  undaunted  commander,  in  his \npublic  sphere, —  deserves  to  be  recollected  with  gratitude  and  esteem  ! \nThis  audience,  acquainted  in  the  most  intimate  manner  with  his  num- \nberless virtues,  must  feel  his  loss,  and  bemoan  their  beloved,  their \nintrusted  fellow-citizen.  Ah !  ray  countrymen,  what  tender,  what \nexcruciating  sensations,  rush  at  once  upon  our  burdened  minds,  when \nwe  recall  his  loved  idea.  When  we  reflect  upon  the  manner  of  his \ndeath, —  when  we  fancy  that  we  see  his  savage  enemies  exulting  o'er \nhis  corpse,  beautiful  even  in  death, —  when  we  remember  that,  desti- \ntute of  the  rites  of  sepulture,  he  was  cast  into  the  ground,  without  the \ndistinction  due  to  his  rank  and  merit, —  we  cannot  restrain  the  starting \ntear  —  we  cannot  repress  the  bursting  sigh !  We  mourn  thine  exit, \nillustrious  shade  !  with  undissembled  grief;  we  venerate  thine  exalted \ncharacter ;  we  will  erect  a  monument  to  thy  memory  in  each  of  our \ngrateful  breasts,  and  to  the  latest  ages  will  teach  our  tender  infants  to \nlisp  the  name  of  Warren  with  veneration  and  applause  !  \" \n\nRev.  Peter  Thacher  was  born  at  Milton,  March  21,  1752.  lie  was \na  son  of  Oxenbridge  Thacher,  who  published  a  tract,  in  1764,  entitled \n\"  The  Sentiments  of  a  British  American,  occasioned  by  the  Act  to \nlay  certain  Duties  on  the  British  Colonies,\"  wherein  he  remarks : \n' '  Trade  is  a  nice  and  delicate  lady ;  she  must  be  courted  and  won  by \nsoft  and  fair  addresses ;  she  will  not  bear  the  rude  hand  of  a  ravisher. \nPenalties  increased,  heavy  taxes  laid  on,  the  checks  and  oppressions  of \nviolence  removed, —  these  things  must  drive  her  from  her  pleasant \nabode.\"  Our  tracts  were  of  no  avail  Avith  Parhament,  and  the  Stamp \nAct  was  passed  in  the  next  year.  John  Adams  writes  of  Thacher,  that \n\"From  1758  to  1765  I  attended  every  superior  and  inferior  court  in \nBoston,  and  recollect  not  one  in  which  he  did  not  invite  me  home  to \nspend  evenings  with  him,  when  he  made  me  converse  with  him  as  well, \nas  I  could  on  all  subjects  of  religion,  mythology,  cosmogony,  metaphys- \nics,—  Locke,  Clarke,  Leibnitz,  Bolingbroke,  Berkley, —  the  preestab- \nlished  harmony  of  the  universe,  the  nature  of  matter  and  of  spirit,  and \nthe  eternal  establishment  of  coincidences  between  their  operations,  fate, \n\n\nPETER  THACHERj  D.  D. \n\n\n125 \n\n\nforeknowledge  absolute, —  and  we  reasoned  on  sucli  unfathomable  sub- \njects, as  high  as  Milton's  gentry  in  pandemonium  ;  and  we  understood \nthem  as  well  as  they  did,  and  no  better.  But  his  favorite  subject  was \npolitics,  and  the  impending  threatening  system  of  parliamentary  taxa- \ntion, and  universal  government  over  the  colonies.  On  this  subject  he \nwas  so  anxious  and  agitated,  that  I  have  no  doubt  it  occasioned  his \npremature  death.\" \n\nYouno-  Peter  entered  the  Boston  Latin  School  in  1763,  graduated \nat  Harvard  College  in  1769,  and  was  a  school-teacher  at  Chelsea  soon \nafter  that  date.  From  his  childhood  he  had  devoted  himself  to  the \nministry  of  religion  :  and  his  whole  mind,  as  it  expanded,  had  formed \nitself  to  this  work.  The  father  of  Rev.  Aaron  Green,  formerly  of \nMaiden,  being  intimate  with  him,  invited  him  to  pass  the  Sabbath  with \nhim,  playfully  remarking,  \"  You  had  better  bring  a  couple  of  sermons \nwith  you.  for  perhaps  we  shall  make  you  preach.\"  Accordingly,  it \ncame  about  that  he  officiated  at  the  morning  service.  His  youthful  and \neno-aging  mien,  his  silvery  voice  and  golden  eloquence,  so  charmed  the \ndisturbed  elements  of  this  divided  church,  that,  during  the  intermis- \nsion, it  was  decided,  by  acclamation,  that  he  was  the  man  to  heal  the \ndissensions,  and  he  became  their  pastor  in  1770.  During  his  resi- \ndence in  that  town,  he  took  an  active  part  in  the  measure  which \neffected  the  Revolution ;  and  wrote,  at  the  request  of  the  Massachusetts \nCommittee  of  Safety,  a  Narrative  of  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  dated \nJune  25,  1775,  pubhshed  in  the  journals  of  the  Provincial  Congress, \nof  which  he  was  a  member,  and  said  to  be  the  best  statement  of  that \nbattle  ever  prepared.  Dr.  Thacher  drafted,  also,  the  spirited  resolves \nand  revolutionary  instructions  recorded  on  the  Maiden  records  of \n1775.  He  was  a  delegate  to  the  Massachusetts  Convention  of  1780, \nand  strenuously  contended  against  establishing  the  office  of  Governor \nof  the  State ;  and,  Avhen  the  matter  was  decided  contrary  to  his  wishes, \nhe  still  objected  to  the  title  of  \"His  Excellency,\"  which  Avas  given  to \nthe  chief  magistrate  ;  —  but  when  the  constitution  was  adopted,  he \ngave  it  his  decided  support.  He  was  often  a  chaplain  of  the  State \nLegislature. \n\nOn  the  8th  of  October,  1770,  Mr.  Thacher  married  the  widow \nElizabeth  Pool,  and  had  ten  children,  of  whom  were  Rev.  Thomas \nGushing,  minister  of  Lynn,  and  Hon.  Peter  Oxenbridge,  judge  of  the \nBoston  Municipal  Court. \n\nWhen  Mr.  Thacher  was  invited  to  the  Brattle-street  Church,  the \n11* \n\n\n126  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ngood  people  of  Maiden  did  not  relinquish  their  admired  pastor  \\vithout \na  struggle.  After  much  excited  negotiation,  it  was  agreed  that  the \nBrattle-street  Church  should  pay  the  debt  of  the  Maiden  Church, \namounting  to  a  thousand  dollars, —  a  debt  undoubtedly  contracted  iu \nconsequence  of  the  general  depression  of  the  Revolution.  His  preach- \ning was  direct,  practical,  and  earnest ;  and,  like  Samuel  Cooper,  his \npredecessor  of  Brattle-street  Church,  he  possessed,  in  singular  excel- \nlence, the  gift  of  prayer  ;  and  so  charmed  with  him  was  George  Whit- \nfield, that  he  called  him  \"The  Young  Elijah.\"  And  it  is  related  of \nhis  brother,  Rev.  Thomas  Thacher,  of  Dedham,  a  man  of  strong  intel- \nlectual powers,  that  he  once  remarked  of  him,  \"  I  know  brother  Peter \nexcels  me  in  prayer,  but  I  can  give  the  best  sermons.\"  We  have \nheard  it  stated,  that  Avhen  Rev.  Peter  Thacher  first  appeared  in  the \nflowing  silk  gown  and  bands  given  him  by  John  Hancock,  and  read \nfrom  the  elegant  Bible  in  the  new  mahogany  pulpit, —  also  the  gift  of \nthe  generous  governor, —  and  the  people  listened  to  the  musical  tones \nof  his  voice,  reasoning  for  the  best  interests  of  the  soul,  in  the  graceful \ngestures  of  oratory,  he  effected  a  deep  impression.  He  was  settled  in \nBoston,  Jan.  12,  1785,  and  with  him  orthodoxy  departed  from  Brat- \ntle-street Church.  He  was  a  frequent  inmate  of  Hancock's  festive \nboard,  who  was  his  parishioner.  The  degree  of  Doctor  of  Divinity, \nfrom  the  University  of  Edinburgh,  in  Scotland,  was  conferred  upon \nhim.  Being  afflicted  with  an  affection  of  the  lungs,  he  visited  Savan- \nnah, Ga.,  where  he  died  in  six  weeks  after  leaving  home.  A  eulogy \non  his  character  was  pronounced,  Dec.  81,  1802,  by  Rev.  William \nEmerson,  at  Brattle-street  Church ;  and  a  brief  memoir  was  written  by \nGov.  Sullivan,  who  was  his  parishioner  and  devoted  admirer.  He  pub- \nlished twenty  pamplilcts  of  a  religious  and  political  character,  written \nin  an  easy  and  familiar  style. \n\n\nPEREZ  MORTON.  127 \n\nPEREZ   MORTON. \n\n•     APRIL  8,   1776.     OVER  THE  REMAINS  OF  WARREN. \n\nThe  first  object  of  public  interest  to  the  Bostonians,  after  the  evac- \nuation of  the  British  troops,  was  the  recovery  of  the  remains  of  the \nbeloved  Warren.  They  were  found  on  the  heights  of  CharlestOAvn. \nAccording  to  Rees'  Cyclopedia,  \"a  native  of  Great  Britain,  who  was \nin  Boston  at  the  time  of  the  battle,  came  to  the  friends  of  Warren,  ten \nmonths*  after  that  period,  and  told  them  he  could  point  out  the  spot \nwhere  the  remains  were  deposited.  lie  was  offered  a  reward,  if  his \ninformation  should  be  correct ;  and  two  brothers  of  the  general,  with \nsome  other  gentlemen,  accompanied  him  to  the  field.  A  sexton  com- \nmenced digging  on  the  spot  he  pointed  out,  and  a  corpse  soon  began \nto  appear.  The  brothers,  unable  to  remain  longer,  retired,  having \ninformed  the  other  gentlemen  that  their  brother  might  be  distinguished \nby  a  particular  false  tooth.  He  was  identified  accordingly.\"  We \nare  credibly  informed,  that  the  Rev.  Andrew  Eliot,  D.D.,  who,  accord- \ning to  his  private  diary,  received  of  the  munificent  Hancock,  in  the \nyear  1777,  a  three-cornered  hat,  a  wig,  a  fine  suit  of  clothes,  and  a \ncask  of  Madeira  wine,  has  related  to  his  son,  Dr.  Ephraim  Eliot,  that \na  barber,  who  v,as  accustomed  to  dress  the  head  of  General  Warren, \nbeing  on  the  battle-ground  at  the  time  of  the  burial  of  those  who  were \nkilled  on  Bunker's  Hill,  accidentally  recognized  the  body  of  Warren, \njust  as  the  British  regulars  were  in  the  act  of  throwing  it  into  a  grave, \nover  another  body,  and  on  his  stating  the  fact  to  them,  they  wrapped \na  mat  around  his  remains  previous  to  covering  up  the  earth  ;  and  this \nwas  probably  the  individual  alluded  to  in  the  Cyclopedia. \n\n\"  No  useless  coffin  enclosed  Ins  breast,  — \n\nNot  in  sheet  or  in  shroud  they  wound  him  ; \nBut  he  lay,  like  a  warrior  taking  his  rest. \nWith  his  martial  cloak  around  him.\" \n\nWe  have  reason  to  believe  that  the  above  relation  is  mainly  correct;  and \nwe  have  gathered  from  Dr.  .John  C.  Warren,  a  nephew  of  the  general, \nthe  following  statement  of  additional  facts : \n\nThe  remains  of  Gen.  Warren  were  deposited  in  a  grave  under  a \nlocust-tree,  and  the  spot  is  now  designated  in  gilt  letters  on  a  granite \n\n\n128  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nstone  in  the  ground.  They  were  interred  beside  the  body  of  a  butcher,  on \nthe  day  subsequent  to  the  fatal  contest,  and  were  personally  identified, \non  the  April  succeeding,  by  Dr.  John  Warren,  and  Ebenezer  Warren, \nEsq.,  the  brothers  of  the  general,  who  readily  recognized  a  false  tooth, \nsecured  by  wires,  in  the  place  of  an  eye-tooth  which  had  been  pre- \nviously removed  ;  and,  although  his  body  and  that  of  the  butcher  were \nreduced  to  skeletons,  the  discovery  of  the  false  tooth,  which  was  famil- \niar to  their  eyes,  and  the  aperture  in  the  skull,  together  with  the  frock \nof  the  butcher,  Avhich  remained  entire,  satisfied  them  that  they  witnessed \nthe  precious  relics  of  their  brother ;  and  they  were  removed  to  Boston, \nwhere  they  were  entombed  in  the  family  vault  of  Hon.  George  Rich- \nards Minot,  adjoining  the  tomb  of  Governor  Hancock,  in  the  Granary \nBurying-ground,  and  directly  in  the  rear  of  the  residence  of  Dr.  John \nC.  Warren.  On  turning  to  the  letters  of  Mrs.  Abigail  Adams,  we  find \nit  stated,  under  date  of  April  7, 17T6 :  \"Yesterday,  the  remains  of  our \nworthy  General  Warren  were  dug  up  upon  Bunker's  Hill,  and  carried \ninto  town,  and  on  Monday  are  to  be  interred  with  all  the  honors  of \nwar.\" \n\nA  procession  was  formed,  on  the  8th  inst.,  at  the  State-house,  in \nKing-street,  consisting  of  a  detachment  of  the  continental  forces,  a \nnumerous  body  of  the  Free  and  Accepted  Masons,  the  mourners,  mem- \nbers of  the  General  Assembly,  selectmen,  and  citizens  of  the  town. \nThe  pall  was  supported  by  Hon.  Gen.  Ward,  Brig.  Gen.  Frye,  Dr. \nMorgan,  Col.  Gridley,  Hon.  Mr.  Gill,  and  J.  Scollay,  Esq.  The \nremains  were  conveyed  into  King's  Chapel,  and  a  very  pertinent  prayer \nwas  offered  by  the  Rev.  Dr.  Cooper,  after  an  excellent  dirge.  Presi- \ndent Adams'  lady  wrote  on  the  occasion,  and  remarked  at  the  time,  in \nrelation  to  the  orator:  \"  I  think  the  subject  must  have  inspired  him. \nA  young  fellow  could  not  have  wished  a  finer  opportunity  to  display \nhis  talents.  The  amiable  and  heroic  virtues  of  the  deceased,  recent  in \nthe  minds  of  the  audience ;  the  noble  cause  to  which  he  fell  a  martyr ; \ntheir  own  sufierings  and  unparalleled  injuries,  all  fresh  in  their  minds, \nmust  have  given  weight  and  energy  to  whatever  could  be  delivered  on \nthe  occasion.  The  dead  body,  like  that  of  Caesar,  before  their  eyes, \nwhilst  each  wound, \n\n•  Like  dumb  moutlis,  did  ope  their  ruby  lips \nTo  beg  the  voice  and  utterance  of  a  tongue  : \nWoe  to  the  hands  that  shed  this  costly  blood,  — \nA  curse  shall  light  upon  their  line.'  \" \n\n\nl \n\n\nPEREZ  MORTON.  129 \n\nIndeed,  this  oration  of  ;Morton  over  the  remains  of  Warren  instinct- \nively reminds  one  of  the  oration  of  INIark  Antony  over  the  remains  of \nJulius  Caisar ;  and  the  occasion  and  the  scene  were  of  equal  sublimity. \nThe  coming  apostrophe,  taken  from  the  exordium  of  this  splendid \neulogy,  must  have  deeply  awakened  the  sensibility  of  the  audience  : \n\n\"Illustrious  relics! \n\n\"  What  tidings  from  the  grave?  Why  hast  thou  left  the  peaceful \nmansions  of  the  tomb,  to  visit  again  this  troubled  earth  7  Art  thou \nthe  welcome  messenger  of  peace  ?  Art  thou  risen  again  to  exhibit  thy \nglorious  wounds,  and  through  them  proclaim  salvation  to  thy  country  ? \nOr  art  thou  come  to  demand  that  last  debt  of  humanity  to  which  your \nrank  and  merit  have  so  justly  entitled  you,  but  which  has  been  so  long \nungenerously  withheld  l  And  art  thou  angry  at  the  barbarous  usage  \" \nBe  appeased,  sweet  ghost !  for,  though  thy  body  has  long  laid  undis- \ntinguished among  the  vulgar  dead,  scarce  privileged  Avith  earth  enough \nto  hide  it  from  the  birds  of  prey,— though  not  a  kindred  tear  was \ndropped,  though  not  a  friendly  sigh  was  uttered,  o'er  thy  grave,— and \nthough  the  execrations  of  an  impious  foe  were  all  thy  funeral  knells, — \nyet,  matchless  patriot !  thy  memory  has  been  embalmed  in  the  affec- \ntions of  thy  grateful  countrymen,  who,  in  their  breasts,  have  raised \neternal  monuments  to  thy  bravery !  \"  In  another  passage,  Morton \nexclaims:  \"Like  Harrington  he  wrote, —  like  Cicero  he  spoke,— like \nHampden  he  lived,— and  like  Wolfe  he  died !  \" \n\nA  few  years  since,  the  remains  of  Gen.  Warren  were  removed  from \nthe  tomb  of  the  Minots  to  the  family  tomb  of  his  nephew.  Dr.  John \nC.  Warren,  under  St.  Paul's  Church.  His  skull  is  in  a  careful  state \nof  preservation. \n\nPerez  iSIorton  was  born  at  Plymouth,  Nov.  13,  1751.  His  father \nsettled  at  Boston,  and  Avas  keeper  of  the  White  Horse  Tavern,  opposite \nHay  ward-place,  and  died  in  1793.  The  son  entered  the  Boston  Latin \nSchool  in  1760,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1771,  when  he \nstudied  law ;  but  the  revolutionary  war  prevented  his  engaging  in  the \npractice,  and  he  took  an  active  part  in  the  cause  of  freedom.  In  1775 \nhe  was  one  of  the  Committee  of  Safety,  and  in  the  same  year  became \ndeputy-secretary  of  the  province.  After  the  war,  ho  opened  an  office \nas  an  attorney  at  law,  at  his  residence  in  State-street,  on  the  present \nsite  of  the  Union  Bank.  In  1778  he  married  Sarah  Wentworth \nApthorp,  at  Quincy,  noted  by  Paine  as  the  American  Sappho.  Mr. \nMorton  was  a  leader  of  the  old  Jacobin  Club,  which  held  meetings  at \n\n\n130  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthe  Green  Dragon  Tavern,  and  became  a  decided  Democrat.     A  polit- \nical poet  of  Boston  thus  satirizes  Perez  Morton : \n\n\"  Perez,  thou  art  in  earnest,  though  some  doubt  thee  ! \nIn  truth,  the  Club  could  never  do  without  thee  I \nMy  reasons  thus  I  give  thee  in  a  trice, — \nYou  Tvant  their  votes,  and  they  want  your  advice  1 \n\n\"  Thy  tongue,  shrewd  Perez,  favoring  ears  insures,  — \nThe  cash  elicits,  and  the  vote  secures. \nThus  the  fat  oyster,  as  the  poet  tells, \nThe  lawyer  ate,  —  his  clients  gained  the  shells.\"' \n\nMr.  Morton  was  Speaker  of  tlie  House  from  1806  to  1811,  and  was \nattorney-general  from  1810  to  1832;  was  a  delegate  from  Dorches- \nter to  the  convention  for  revising  the  State  constitution,  in  1820,  and \nwas  vigorous  in  general  debate.  He  died  at  Dorchester,  Oct.  14, 1837. \nTie  was  an  ardent  patriot,  an  eloquent  speaker,  of  an  elegant  figure \nand  pohshed  manners. \n\n\nBENJAMIN   HIGHBORN. \n\nMARCH  5,  1777.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nWe  will  cite  a  passage  from  this  performance,  which  was  delivered \nat  the  old  brick  meeting-house,  to  indicate  its  patriotic  spirit:  \"We  can \neasily  conceive,\"  says  Mr.  Ilichborn,  \"  a  mixture  of  prejudice  and  fear, \nthat  will  excite  such  awful  ideas  of  the  person  to  whom  we  have  been \ntaught  from  our  cradles  to  annex  the  properties  of  a  most  gracious \nsovereign,  most  sacred  majesty,  and  a  train  of  such  God-like  attributes, \nas  would  make  us  feel  conscious  of  a  degree  of  impiety  in  calling  a \nvillain  by  his  proper  name,  while  shrouded  under  this  garb  of  sanctity. \nBut  it  is  exceedingly  diverting  to  view  the  influence  of  this  chimerical \ndivinity  in  those  who  are  made  the  immediate  tools  of  supporting  it- \nThey  will  tell  you  it  is  a  task  most  ungrateful  to  men  of  their  sensibil- \nity and  refinement,  to  be  made  the  instruments  of  sending  fire  and \ndeath  indiscriminately  among  the  innocent,  the  helpless,  and  the  fair, \n—  but  they  have  sworn  to  be  faithful  to  their  sovereign,  and,  Avere  they \n\n\nBENJAMIN    HIGHBORN.  131 \n\nordered  to  scale  the  walls  of  the  new  Jerusalem,  they  should  not  dare \nto  decline  the  impious  attempt. \n\n\"  Were  it  not  for  this  ridiculous  faith  in  the  omnipotence  of  the  tyrant \nwhom  they  serve,  we  must  suppose  them  fools  or  madmen.  Indeed, \nthat  very  faith  would  justify  the  chai'ge  of  extreme  madness  and  folly \nagainst  all  mankind  who  had  not  been  nurtured  in  this  cradle  of \ninfatuation.  Were  it  not  for  the  indulgence  that  a  generous  mind \nwill  always  show  to  the  weakness  and  prejudices  of  the  worst  of  men, \nmany  whom  the  chance  of  war  has  thrown  into  our  hands  must  have  felt \nthe  severity  and  contempt  of  a  justly  enraged  people,  while  they,  with \nall  their  vanity  and  ostentation,  remain  the  unhurt  objects  of  our  pity. \n\n\"  It  is  surely  rather  a  subject  of  merry  ridicule,  than  deserving  of \nserious  resentment,  to  see  many  of  this  kind  of  gentry  affecting  to \ndeny  the  character  of  prisoners,  and  attributing  that  indulgence,  wliich \nis  the  effect  of  unparalleled  generosity,  to  the  mean  motive  of  fear ;  but \nwe  will  let  them  know  that  they  cannot  provoke  us  even  to  justice  in \nthe  line  of  punishment,  and  we  leave  them  to  their  own  consciences, \nand  the  impartial  censures  of  surrounding  nations,  to  make  some \nreturns  for  the  unexampled  cruelties  that  many  of  our  friends  have \nsuffered  from  their  barbarous  hands, —  in  heu  of  that  severity  whicli. \nhowever  just,  humanity  shudders  to  inflict.  But  we  cannot  think  it \nstrange  to  find  people,  in  the  subordinate  departments  of  life,  influ- \nenced by  such  ridiculous  notions,  while  their  haughty  masters  seem  to \nlabor  under  the  misfortune  of  the  same  infatuation.\" \n\nBenjamin  Ilichborn  was  born  at  Boston,  Feb.  24,  1746,  graduated \nat  Harvard  College  in  1772,  was  admitted  to  the  bar  July  27th  of \nthat  year,  and  became  an  eminent  barrister.  He  was  ardent  in  the \ncause  of  the  Revolution,  and  one  of  the  most  fearless,  dauntless  patri- \nots. In  1775,  a  Tory  wrote  of  him  as  a  prisoner  on  board  the  Pres- \nton, and,  as  a  young  lawyer,  standing  a  fair  chance  for  the  gallows. \nHe  Avas  imprisoned  on  board  of  a  ship  of  war  in  Boston  harbor,  and  a \nnote  of  his  oration  thus  alludes  to  the  fact : \n\n\"Capt.  Johnson  and  his  crew,  the  prisoners  in  general  at  New  York \nand  Halifax,  Mr.  Lovell  and  many  others  in  Boston,  are  instances  suf- \nficient to  destroy  the  little  credit  the  British  ever  had  for  humanity ; \nand  the  sufferings  of  some  to  which  I  myself  have  been  a  Avitness. \nexposed  to  all  the  inconveniences  and  hazards  of  a  languishing  disease \nin  confinement  on  ship-board,  in  view  of  the  persons  and  habitation? \nof  their  nearest  friends,  and  a  sympathizing  parent  turned  over  the  side, \n\n\n132  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwith  reproaches  for  attempting  to  speak  to  his  sick,  suffering,  dying \nchild,  must  give  the  characters  of  the  pohte,  sensible,  humane  Admiral \nGraves,  and  his  nephew  Sam,  a  stamp  of  infamy  which  the  power  of \ntime  can  never  wipe  away.\" \n\nWhen  Mr.  Hichborn  took  his  degree  at  the  college,  his  commence- \nment part  was  in  Latin:  \"An  Crimen,  non  Kepublic?e  noxium,  Cogni- \ntioni  humante  subjici  debeat?\"  He  married  Hannah  Gardner,  March \n2,  1780,  the  widow  of  Benjamin  Andrews,  a  hardware  merchant, \nwhom  tradition  relates  he  shot  with  a  pistol  at  the  dinner-table  of  her \nhusband,  stating  he  was  not  aware  that  the  pistol  was  loaded  with  ball. \nTo  obviate  the  tendency  of  the  imputation  against  him,  we  quote  from \nthe  Boston  Gazette  of  Jan.  11,  1779,  the  following  relation  of  the \nunfortunate  death  of  Benjamin  Andrews,  which  occurred  on  the  Sat- \nurday evening  previous  :  \"  Sitting  in  his  parlor,  with  his  lady  and  a \nfriend,  he  had  been  comparing  an  elegant  pair  of  pistols,  which  he  had \nbought  the  preceding  day,  with  a  pair  which  he  had  some  time  before, \nand  which  were  supposed  to  be  unloaded.  Upon  one  of  these  Mr. \nAndrews  observed  some  rust  in  a  place  left  for  the  engraver  to  mark \nthe  owner's  name  upon.  His  friend  undertook  to  rub  it  off.  Having \naccomplished  it,  he  was  returning  the  pistol  to  Mr.  AndrcAvs,  who  was \nsitting  in  a  chair  at  the  table  by  the  fireside.  Unhappily,  as  he  took \nit  from  his  friend,  Mr.  Andrews  grasped  it  in  such  a  manner  as \nbrought  his  thumb  upon  the  trigger,  which  happened  to  have  no  guard, \nand  it  instantly  discharged  its  contents  into  his  head,  near  his  temple, \nand  he  expired  in  less  than  half  an  hour.  It  is  remarkable  that  a  few \nminutes  before  he  had  taken  the  screw-pins  from  both  these  pistols, \nand  one  of  them  almost  to  pieces ;  and  had  handled  them  without  any \ncaution,  and  in  every  direction  against  his  own  body,  and  those  who \nwere  in  the  room  with  him.\"  The  verdict  of  the  jury  of  inquest  was, \nthat  Mr.  Andrews  came  to  his  death  by  misfortune. \n\nAs  colonel  of  the  Cadets  of  Boston,  he  marched  to  Rhode  Island \nin  1778.  Mr.  Hichborn  was  a  representative  of  Boston,  a  democrat \nof  the  old  school,  and  a  warm  advocate  of  Jefferson.  Many  famous \nlawyers  read  law  in  his  office.     He  died  at  Dorchester,  Sept.  15, 1817. \n\nA  witty  political  poet  of  Boston,  in  1795,  thus  alludes  to  Hichborn \nin  a  poem,  \"  The  Lyars,\"  which,  when  published,  excited  furious  riots: \n\n•'  Sooner  shall  Vinal  in  his  school  remain, \n\nOr  Hewes,  my  pack-horse,  common  sense  attain  5 \nSooner  shall  Morton's  speeches  seem  too  long, \nOr  Hichborn  to  lay  a  tax  upon  the  tongue  5 \n\n\nJONATHAN  WILLIAMS  AUSTIN.  '  133 \n\nSooner  shall  language  'scape  the  clam-like  lip \nOf  Tommy  Edwards,  ere  he  drinks  his  flip  ; \nSooner  shall  l)exter  use  a  word  uncouth, \nThan  Dr.  Jarvis  ever  speak  the  truth.\" \n\n\nJONATHAN  WILLIAMS   AUSTIN. \n\nMARCH  5,  1778.     ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nJonathan  Williams  Austin  was  born  at  Boston,  April  18, 1751. \nHe  entered  the  Latin  School  1759,  graduated  at  Harvard  College \n1769.  The  first  English  exercise  at  this  college,  it  is  said,  on  com- \nmencement-day, July,  17G9,  was  a  dialogue  between  Mr.  Austin  and \nWilliam  Tudor.     He  rea<^l  law  with  John  Adams  at  the  same  period. \n\nMr.  Austin  was  the  first  witness  examined  in  the  trial  of  the  Brit- \nish soldiers  for  the  murder  of  the  victims  on  the  5th  of  March,  1770. \nHe  is  recorded  as  clerk  to  John  Adams,  Esq.,  and  recognized  one \nWilliam  McCauley,  a  prisoner  at  the  bar.  He  related  as  follows : \n\"On  the  evening  of  the  5th  of  March  last,  I  heard  the  bells  ring,  and \nimmediately  went  into  King-street.\"  In  answer  to  the  question  how \nmany  people  Avere  present  on  his  entrance  there,  he  replied,  ''  There \nmight  be  twenty  or  thirty,  I  believe.  I  saw  the  sentry  at  the  custom- \nhouse door,  swinging  his  gun  and  bayonet.  There  were  a  parcel  of \nmen  and  boys  round  him.  I  desired  them  to  come  away,  and  not \nmolest  the  sentry.  Some  of  them  came  off\",  and  went  to  the  middle \nof  the  street.  I  then  left  them,  and  went  up  towards  the  main  guard. \nImmediately  a  party  came  down.  I  walked  by  the  side  of  them  till  I \ncame  to  the  sentry-box,  at  the  custom-house.  McCauley  then  got  to \nthe  right  of  the  sentry-box ;  he  was  then  loading  his  piece.  I  was \nabout  four  feet  off\".  McCauley  said,  '  Damn  you,  stand  off\"! '  and  pushed \nhis  bayonet  at  me.  I  did  so.  Immediately  I  heard  the  report  of  a  gun. \nHe  came  round  the  sentry-box,  and  stood  close  to  it  on  the  right.  I \netood  inside  the  gutter,  close  by  the  box,  which  was  three  or  four  feet \n\n12 \n\n\n134  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nfrom  tlie  corner  of  the  custom-house.\"  In  answer  to  the  question \nhow  many  guns  did  you  hear  fired,  Mr.  Au^in  replied  that  there  were \nfive  or  six.     Mr.  Austin  was  admitted  to  Suifolk  bar  July  27,  1772. \n\nWe  cannot  find  that  Mr.  Austin  was  ever  married ;  we  infer,  how- \never, from  an  \"  Epitaph  for  Himself,\"  as  follows,  that  matrimony  was \na  subject  near  his  heart, —  but  he  was  removed  in  early  life  : \n\n\"  I  had  my  failings,  be  the  truth  oonfest ; \nAnd,  reader,  canst  thou  boast  a  blameless  breast? \nNor  hold  me  all  defect  ;  I  had  a  mind \nThat  wished  all  happiness  to  all  mankind, — \nThat  more  than  wished,  — the  little  in  my  power \nI  cheered  the  sorrowing,  soothed  the  dying  hour. \nYearned,  though  in  vain,  to  save  life's  parting  thread. \nWhich  mourned  the  pious,  more  the  vicious,  dead. \nSpare  me  one  tear,  and  then,  kind  reader,  go  ; \nLive  foe  to  none,  and  die  without  a  foe. \nLive,  and,  if  possible,  enlarge  thy  plan  ; \nNot  live  alone,  —  die,  too,  the  friend  of  man. \nAnd  when  our  dust  obeys  the  trumpet's  call. \nHe  'II  prove  our  friend  who  lived  and  died  for  all.\" \n\nHe  was  an  elegant  writer,  and  an  eloquent  speaker.  He  was  a \nmember  of  the  Middlesex  Convention,  in  1774,  and  chairman  of  the \ncommittee  that  prepared  resolutions  adopted  by  the  convention.  He \nwas  author  of  Poetical  and  Political  Essays,  and  a  colonel  in  the  army \nof  the  Revolution.     He  died  in  a  southern  State,  in  1779. \n\nThe  patriotic  oration  of  Mr.  Austin,  delivered  at  the  Old  Brick, \nburns  warm  with  pure  love  of  country,  and  we  select  one  passage  to \nthe  point:  \"It  is  standing  armies  in  time  of  peace,  and  the  conse- \nquences thence  resulting,  that  we  deprecate.  Armies,  in  defence  of \nour  country  unjustly  invaded,  are  necessary,  and  in  the  highest  sense \njustifiable.  We,  my  friends,  attacked  by  an  arbitrary  tyrant,  under \nthe  sanction  of  a  force  the  efiects  of  which  we  have  attempted  to  illus- \ntrate, have  been  obliged  to  make  the  last  solemn  appeal.  And  I  can- \nnot but  feel  a  pleasing  kind  of  transport,  when  I  see  America,  undaunted \nby  the  many  trying  scenes  that  have  attended  her,  still  baffling  the \nefforts  of  the  most  formidable  power  in  Europe,  and  exhibiting  an \ninstance  unknown  in  history.  To  see  an  army  of  veterans,  who  had \nfought  and  conquered  in  different  quarters  of  the  globe,  headed  by  a \ngeneral  tutored  in  the  field  of  war,  illustrious  by  former  victories,  and \nflushed  with  repeated  successes,  threatening,  with  all  the  pomp  of \n\n\nWILLIAM  TUDOR.  135 \n\nexpression,  to  spread  havoc,  desolation,  and  ruin,  around  him,  —  to  see \n3uch  a  soldiery  and  such  a  general  yielding  to  a  hardy  race  of  men, \nnew  to  the  field  of  war, —  while,  on  the  one  hand,  it  exalts  the  character \nof  the  latter,  convincingly  proves  the  folly  of  those  who,  under  pre- \ntence of  having  a  body  of  troops  bred  to  war  and  ever  ready  for \naction,  adopt  this  dangerous  system,  in  subversion  of  every  principle \nof  lawful  government.  Here,  if,  after  having  depictured  scenes  of  so \ndistressing  nature,  it  may  not  appear  too  descending,  I  could  not  for- \nbear smiling  at  the  British  general  and  his  troops,  Avho,  not  wilHng  to \nreflect  on  their  present  humiliating  condition,  affect  the  air  of  arrogant \nsuperiority.  But  Americans  have  learnt  them  that  men,  fighting  on \nthe  principles  of  freedom  and  honor,  despise  the  examples  that  have \nbeen  set  them  by  an  enemy ;  and,  though  in  the  field  they  can  brave \nevery  danger  in  defence  of  those  principles,  to  a  vanquished  enemy \nthey  know  how  to  be  generous, — but  that  this  is  a  generosity  not  weak \nand  unmeaning,  but  founded  on  just  sentiments,  and  if  wantonly  pre- \nsumed upon,  will  never  interfere  with  that  national  justice  which  ever \nought,  and  lately  has  been,  properly  exerted.\" \n\n\nWILLIAM   TUDOR. \n\nMARCH   5,  1779.     ON   THE  BOSTON   MASSACRE. \n\nWilliam  Tudor  was  born  at  Boston,  March  28,  1750,  a  son  of \nDea.  John  Tudor,  of  Rev.  Dr.  Lathrop's  church,  who  records,  in  1779, \nthat  \"the  sudden  judgments  of  an  earthquake,  terrible  storm,  and  fire, \nhave  all  three  done  damage  to  the  meeting-house,  within  his  remem- \nbrance.'\"' The  son  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1758,  graduated  at \nHarvard  College  in  1769,  studied  law  with  John  Adams,  was  admitted \nto  Suffolk  bar  July  27,  1772,  was  an  eminent  counsellor,  a  colonel  in \nthe  army  of  the  Revolution,  and  Judge  Advocate  General  from  1775 \nto  1778.  He  married  Delia  Jarvis,  March  5, 1778.  He  was  a  mem- \nber of  the  House  and  Senate,  and  in  1809-10  the  Secretary  of  State. \n\n\n136  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nCol.  Tudor  was  Vice-president  of  the  Society  of  Cincinnati  of  Massa- \nchusetts, in  1816,  and  was  the  last  orator  of  that  institution,  in  1791. \nlie  acted  as  Judge  Advocate  in  the  trials  of  officers  engaged  in  the  war \nof  the  Revolution.  He  was  one  of  the  founders  of  the  Massachusetts \nHistorical  Society,  in  whose  collections  appears  an  extended  memoir. \nHe  died  July  8,  1819. \n\nMr.  Tudor  was,  by  the  war  of  the  Revolution,  separated  from  the \nlady  to  Avhom  his  affections  Avere  engaged,  and  whom  he  afterwards \nmarried.  For  the  benefit  of  a  better  air,  she  resided  some  time  on \nNoddle's  Island,  in  the  family  of  Mr.  \"Williams.  One  of  his  boyish \nacquisitions  was  now  of  use  to  him.  He  was,  in  his  youth,  an  excel- \nlent swimmer.  When  a  boy,  being  on  a  visit  on  board  of  an  English \nship  of  the  line  in  the  harbor,  the  conversation  turned  upon  swimming; \nand  he  proposed  to  jump  from  thetaffrail  rail  over  the  stern, —  which, \nin  ships  of  the  old  model,  was  a  considerable  height, —  if  any  one \nwould  do  the  same.  A  sailor  offered  himself  The  boy  took  the  leap, \nbut  the  man  was  afraid  to  follow.  He  now  profited  by  a  knowledge  of \nthis  art.  To  have  attempted  visiting  the  island  in  a  boat,  would  have \nexposed  him  to  certain  capture  by  the  enemy ;  but,  tying  his  clothes \nin  a  bundle  on  his  head,  he  used  to  swim  from  the  opposite  shore  of \nChelsea  to  the  island,  make  his  visit,  and  return  to  the  continent  in \nthe  same  manner. \n\nIn  the  elegant  and  spirited  oration  of  Col.  William  Tudor,  delivered \nat  the  Old  Brick,  we  find  a  passage  specially  worthy  of  perpetual \nrecord:  \"In  1764  the  plan  for  raising  a  revenue  from  this  country \nwas  resolved  on  by  the  British  ministry,  and  their  obsequious  Parlia- \nment were  instructed  to  pass  an  act  for  that  purpose.  Not  content \nAvith  having  for  a  century  directed  the  entire  commerce  of  America,  and \ncentred  its  profits  in  their  own  island,  thereby  deriving  from  the  colo- \nnies every  substantial  advantage  which  the  situation  and  trans-marine \ndistance  of  the  country  could  afford  them ;  not  content  Avith  appointing \nthe  principal  officers  in  the  different  governments,  Avhile  the  king  had  a \nnegative  upon  every  laAV  that  was  enacted  ;  not  content  Avith  our \nsupporting  the  Avhole  charge  of  our  municipal  establishments,  although \ntheir  own  creatures  held  the  chief  posts  therein ;  not  content  Avith  lay- \nin  gexternal  duties  upon  our  mutilated  and  shackled  commerce, —  they, \nby  this  statute,  attempted  to  rob  us  of  even  the  curtailed  property, \nthe  hard-earned  pcculium  Avhich  still  remained  to  us,  to  create  a  rev- \nenue for  the  support  of  a  fleet  and  army ;  in  reality,  to  overawe  and \n\n\nWILLIAM   TUDOR.  137 \n\nsecure  our  subjection, —  not  (as  thej  insidiously  pretended)  to  protect \nour  trade,  or  defend  our  frontiers ;  the  first  of  which  they  annoyed, \nand  the  latter  deserted. \n\n\"After  repealing  this  imperious  edict, —  not  because  it  was  unjust  in \nprinciple,  but  inexpedient  in  exercise, —  they  proceeded  to  declare,  by \na  public  act  of  the  whole  legislature,  that  we  had  no  property  but  what \nwas  at  their  disposal,  and  that  Americans,  in  future,  were  to  hold  their \nprivileges  and  lives  solely  on  the  tenure  of  the  good  will  and  pleasure \nof  a  British  Parliament.  Acts  soon  followed  correspondent  to  this \nrighteous  determination,  which  not  quadrating  with  American  ideas  of \nright,  justice  and  reason,  a  fleet  and  army  were  sent  to  give  them  that \nforce  which  laws  receive  when  promulgated  from  the  mouths  of  can- \nnon, or  at  the  points  of  bayonets.  We  then  first  saw  our  harbor \ncrowded  with  hostile  ships,  our  streets  with  soldiers, —  soldiers  accus- \ntomed to  consider  mihtary  prowess  as  the  standard  of  excellence  ;  and, \nvain  of  the  splendid  pomp  attendant  on  regular  armies,  they  contempt- \nuously looked  down  on  our  peaceful  orders  of  citizens.  Conceiving \nthemselves  more  powerful,  they  assumed  a  superiority  which  they  did \nnot  feel ;  and  whom  they  could  not  but  envy,  they  affected  to  despise. \nPerhaps, —  knowing  they  were  sent,  and  believing  they  were  able,  to \nsubdue  us, —  they  thought  it  was  no  longer  necessary  to  observe  any \nmeasures  Avith  slaves.  Hence  that  arrogance  in  the  carriage  of  the \nofficers ;  hence  that  licentiousness  and  brutality  in  the  common  soldiers, \nwhich  at  length  broke  out  with  insufferable  violence,  and  proceeding  to \npersonal  insults  and  outrageous  assaults  on  the  inhabitants,  soon  roused \nthem  to  resentment,  and  produced  the  catastrophe  Avhich  we  now  com- \nmemorate. The  immediate  horrors  of  that  distressful  night  have  been \nso  often  and  so  strikingly  painted,  that  I  shall  not  again  wring  your \nfeeling  bosoms  with  the  affecting  recital.  To  the  faithful  pen  of  his- \ntory I  leave  them  to  be  represented,  as  the  hoiTid  prelude  to  those  more \nextensive  tragedies  which,  under  the  direction  of  a  most  obstinate  and \nsanguinary  prince,  have  since  been  acted  in  every  corner  of  America \nwhere  his  armies  have  been  able  to  penetrate.\" \n\nJudge  Tudor,  when  on  a  tour  in  Europe,  about  the  year  1800,  after \nhis  arrival  at  London,  was  presented  at  court  by  our  ambassador,  Rufus \nKing.  On  the  mention  of  his  name.  King  George  smiled,  and  observed, \nin  his  rapid  manner,  \"Tudor!  what  —  one  of  us?\"  Having  been \ntold  that  he  had  just  come  from  France,  he  eagerly  made  many  inquiries \nrespecting  the  state  of  that  country,  the  situation  of  Paris,  and  the \n12* \n\n\n138  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nopinions  of  tlie  inhabitants.  These  court  presentations  are  generally  a \nmere  matter  of  form  ;  but  foreigners,  introduced  by  their  ambassadors, \nare  received  apart  by  the  king,  and  before  the  subjects  of  the  country. \nThe  king's  curiosity  continued  the  interview  so  long,  that  Lord  Gal- \nloway, the  lord  in  waiting,  who  had  a  great  amount  of  duty  to  perform, \ngrew  impatient,  and  said,  \"  His  Majesty  seems  to  be  so  deeply  engaged \nwith  his  cousin,  that  he  forgets  Avhat  a  number  of  persons  are  in  wait- \ning to  be  presented.\"  The  king,  in  this  audience,  exhibited  all  the \ncourtesy  and  inquisitive  good  sense  which  always  distinguished  him. \n\nWhen  at  Paris,  in  1807,  the  Empress  Josephine  had  it  in  charge  to \namuse  the  courtiers  during  the  absence  of  Napoleon.     She  gave  enter- \ntainments at  the  palace,  which  were  called  ccrcles.     The  first  singers \nand  actors  were  called  to  perform  a  few  select  pieces  on  these  evenings, \nand  a  light  but  most  exquisite  supper  was  given  to  the  guests.     After \nMr.  Tudor  and  the  ladies  of  his  family  had  been  presented,  they  were \nin\\'ited  several  times  to  these  cercles^  and  also  to  similar  entertainments \nfrom  the  other  branches  of  the  imperial  family.     A  trifling  circum- \nstance will  here  show  how  minute  the  French  are  in  their  attentions. \nIn  the  absence  of  Napoleon,  gentlemen  were  presented  to  Cambaceres, \nand  afterwards  invited  to  his  table.     From  very  abstemious  and  simple \nhabits  in  early  life,  he  became  one  of  the  most  luxurious  and  ostenta- \ntious of  the  imperial  court.     He  was  remarkable  for  the  expense  and \nexcellence  of  his  table.     Mr.  Tudor  was  invited  to  dine  with  him ;  and, \nas  he  did  not  speak  French,  though  he  understood  it,  a  gentleman  was \nplaced  by  him  who  spoke  English  perfectly.     In  the  course  of  the  din- \nner, he  was  offered  a  piece  of  plum-pudding,  which  he  declined.     He \nwas  told  that   it  had  been  prepared  purposely  for  him,  thinking  it \nwas  a  national  dish.     Of  course,  he  could  not  refuse  to  take  a  piece. \nThough  he  was  fonder  of  the  simple  dishes  of  his  own  country  than \nthe  costly  and  scientific  preparations  of  French  cookery,  he  was  always \nwilling  to  admit  that  this  dinner  of  the  arch-chancellor  could  not  bo \nsurpassed. \n\n\nJONATHAN   MASON.  139 \n\nJONATHAN   MASON. \n\nMARCH   5,  1780.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nJonathan  Mason  was  born  in  Boston,  Aug.  30,  1752,  a  son  of \nDea.  Jonathan  Mason  of  the  Old  South  Church ;  entered  the  Latin \nSchool  in  1763,  graduated  at  Princeton  College  in  1774,  a  student  at \nlaw  under  John  Adams,  and  an  attorney  in  1777.  Mr.  Mason  was \none  of  the  ninety-six  attcstators  of  the  Boston  Massacre,  and  confirms \na  fact  regarding  Hutchinson,  related  in  the  History  of  Massachusetts  : \n\n\"Jonathan  Mason,  of  lawful  age,  testifies  and  says,  that  on  the \nevening  of  the  5th  of  March,  1770,  about  ten  o'clock,  being  in  King- \nstreet,  Boston,  standing  near  His  Honor  the  lieutenant-governor,  he \nheard  him  say  to  an  officer  at  the  head  of  the  king's  troops,  who,  it \nwas  said,  was  Capt.  Preston,  '  Sir,  you  are  sensible  you  had  no  right \nto  fire,  unless  you  had  orders  from  a  magistrate.'  To  which  Capt. \nPreston  replied,  'Sir,  we  were  insulted.' — or  words  to  that  purpose; \nupon  which  Capt.  Preston  desired  His  Honor  to  go  with  him  to  the \nguard-house,  which  His  Honor  declined,  and  repaired  to  the  council- \nchamber. \n\n''Boston,  March  21, 1770.\" \n\nOn  the  Monday  after  the  memorable  5th  March,  1780,  INIr.  Mason \ndelivered  a  spirited  oration  in  the  Old  Brick  Church,  when  a  collection \nwas  taken  for  the  unhappy  Monk,  still  languishing  from  the  cruel  wounds \nreceived  at  the  Massacre.  \"  The  living  history  of  our  own  times  will \ncarry  conviction  to  the  latest  posterity,\"  says  Jonathan  Mason  in  his \neloquent  performance,  \"that  no  state,  that  no  community, —  I  may  say, \nthat  no  family, —  nay,  even  that  no  individual, —  can  possibly  flourish \nand  be  happy,  without  some  portion  of  the  sacred  fire  of  patriotism. \nIt  was  this  that  raised  America  from  being  the  haunt  of  the  savage, \nand  the  dwelling-place  of  the  beast,  to  her  present  state  of  civil- \nization and  opulence ;  it  was  this  that  hath  supported  her  under  the \nseverest  trials ;  it  was  this  that  taught  her  sons  to  fight,  to  conquer \nand  to  die,  in  support  of  freedom  and  its  blessings.  And  what  is  it, \nbut  this  ardent  love  of  liberty,  that  has  induced  you,  my  fellow-citi- \nzens, to  attend  on  this  solemn  occasion,  again  to  encourage  the  streams \nof  sensibility,  and  to  listen  with  so  much  attention  and  candor  to  one \n\n\n140  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  the  youngest  of  your  fbllow-citizens,  whose  youth  and  inability \nplead  powerfully  against  him,  while  the  annual  tribute  is  paid  to  the \nmemory  of  those  departed  citizens  who  fell  the  first  sacrifices  to  arbi- \ntrary power  ]     Check  not  such  generous  feelings.     They  are  the  fruits \nof  virtue  and  humanity ;   and,  while  the  obligations  you  remain  under \nto  those  unhappy  men  lead  you  to  shed  the  sympathetic  tear,  to  dwell \nwith  pleasure  upon  their  memories,  and  execrate  the  causes  of  their \ndeath,  remember  that  you  can  never  repay  them.     Ever  bear  it  in \nyour  minds,  that  so  implicit  was  the  confidence  you  willingly  placed  in \nthat  country  that  owed  to  you  her  affection,  that,  notwithstanding  the \nintroduction  of  that  inhuman  weapon  of  tyrants  into  the  very  heart  of \nyour  peaceful  villages,  you  still  would  fain  rely  on  their  deceitful  asser- \ntions, and  paint  the  deformed  monster  to  your  imaginations  as  the  min- \nister of  peace  and  protection.      Men  born  in  the  bosom  of  liberty, \nliving  in  the  exercise  of  the  social  affections  in  their  full  vigor,  having \nonce  fixed  them  upon  particular  objects,  they  are  not  hastily  eradi- \ncated.    Unaccustomed  to  sport  with  and  wantonly  sacrifice  these  sensi- \nble overflowings  of  the  heart,  to  run  the  career  of  passion  and  blinded \nlust,  to  be  familiar  with  vice  and  sneer  at  virtue,  to  surprise  innocence \nby  deceitful  cunning,  and  assume  the  shade  of  friendship  to  conceal \nthe  greater  enmity,  you  could  not  at  once  realize  the  fixed,  the  delib- \nerate intention  of  those  from  whom  you  expected  freedom  to  load  you \nwith  slavery  and  chains ;  — and  not  till  insult  repeated  upon  insult, — \nnot  till  oppression  stalked  at  noonday  through  every  avenue  in  your \ncities, —  nay,  not   till  the  blood  of    your   peaceful  brethren   flowed \nthrough  your  streets, —  was  the  envenomed  serpent  to  be  discovered \nin  the  bushes  ;  —  not  till  a  general  trespass  had  been  made  upon  the \nkeenest  feelings  of  human  nature,  and  the  widowed  mother  Avas  sum- \nmoned to  entomb  the  cold  remains  of  her  affectionate  son,  the  virtuous \nbosom  to  resign  its  tender  partner,  and  social  circles  their  nearest \nfriends,  could  you  possibly  convince  yourselves  that  you  and  Britain \nwere  to  be  friends  no  more.     Thrice  happy  day  !  the  consequences  of \nwhich  have  taught  the  sons  of  America  that  a  proper  exercise  of  pub- \nlic spirit  and  the  love  of  virtue  hath  been  able  to  surprise  and  baffle \nthe  most  formidable  and  most  powerful  tyranny  on  earth.\" \n\nJonathan  Mason  was  an  eminent  counsellor  at  law,  and  a  member \nof  the  State  Legislature.  In  1798  he  was  of  the  Governor's  Council; \nin  1800  he  was  elected  to  the  United  States  Senate,  and  in  1819  to  the \nHouse  in  Congress,  when  he  voted  for  the  Missouri  Compromise.     In \n\n\nTHOMAS   DAWES.  141 \n\n1820jhe  was  a  Bogton  delegate  to  the  convention  on  the  revision  of  the \nState  Constitution.  He  was  distinguished  for  great  energy  of  charac- \nter, and  dignity  of  manners.  In  stature  he  was  tall  and  erect.  He \ndied  at  Boston,  Nov.  1,  1831.  Mr.  Mason  married  Susanna,  daugh- \nter of  William  Powell,  April  13, 1779.  Dr.  John  C.  Warren  married \ntheir  daughter  Susan  in  1803,  and  Hon.  David  Sears  married  their \ndaughter  Miriam  C.  in  1809.  An  admirable  portrait  of  Mr.  Mason, \nby  Gilbert  Stuart,  is  in  the  family  of  Mr.  Sears. \n\n\nTHOMAS   DAWES. \n\nMARCH  5,  1781.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nThomas  Dawes  was  a  son  of  Col.  Thomas  Dawes,  an  eminent  archi- \ntect, and  patriot  of  the  Revolution.  He  was  born  at  Boston,  July  8, 1758, \nHe  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1766,  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1777,  early  entered  the  profession  of  law,  and  became  an  eminent \ncounsellor.  He  married  Margaret  Greenleaf  in  1781,  and  resided  on \nthe  paternal  estate  in  Purchase-street,  a  place  famous  in  the  Revolu- \ntion for  private  caucuses.  He  ever  evinced  a  lively  imagination,  and \nnatural  thirst  for  polite  literature.  His  witticisms  are  proverbial,  and \nhis  patriotic  and  literary  poetic  effusions  were  highly  popular.  Before \nhe  became  forty  years  of  age,  he  was  appointed  one  of  the  associate \njustices  of  the  Supreme  Judicial  Court  of  the  State,  which  he  filled  until \n1803,  when  he  became  judge  of  the  Municipal  Court  for  Boston  until \n1823.  He  was  appointed  judge  of  Probate  for  Suffolk  county,  which \nstation  he  occupied  until  his  decease,  July  22,  1825.  Judge  Dawes \nwas  a  delegate  to  the  State  Convention  of  1820  for  revising  the  con- \nstitution. He  was  of  very  small  stature,  being  not  five  feet  in  height, \nbut  rotund  and  fleshy  round  the  waist.  His  face  was  florid  and  small, \nwith  expressive  eyes.  His  hair  was  long  and  gray.  His  utterance \nwas  of  a  striking  lisp,  and  his  voice  was  soft  and  clear.  He  wore \nsmall-clothes  and  buckled  shoes.     When  it  was  announced  that  Thomaa \n\n\n142  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nDawes  was  appointed  to  the  Supreme  Court,  Col.  Ilichborn,  it  is \nrelated,  who  was  displeased,  contemptuously  said  of  him,  \"  I  could  put \nhim  into  my  pocket.\"  Upon  being  informed  of  this.  Judge  Dawes \npromptly  remarked,  with  great  dignity  and  good-nature,  \"  If  he  did \npocket  me,  he  would  have  had  more  law  in  his  pocket  than  he  ever \nhad  in  his  head.\"  On  another  occasion,  standing  among  five  other \nguests  in  a  drawing-room,  just  before  dinner  was  announced,  all  of \nwhom  were  tall  or  stouter  than  himself, — Gen.  Arnold  Welles,  Col. \nRoulstone,  Maj.  Benjamin  Russell,  and  others, —  one  of  them  jocosely \nasked  him  how  he  felt,  being  so  small,  and  surrounded  as  he  was  by  so \nmany  large  men ;  to  whom  he  promptly  replied,  \"  Like  a  silver  six- \npenny piece  among  five  copper  cents, —  much  less  in  size  than  any  one, \nbut  of  more  intrinsic  value  than  all  of  them  together.\" \n\nWhen  the  liberty-pole  Avas  erected  on  the  spot  where  the  Liberty \nTree   once   flourished,  opposite   Frog-lane,  Judge   Dawes  wrote  as \n\nfollows  : \n\n\"  Of  high  renown  here  grew  the  tree,  — \nThe  elm  so  dear  to  liberty. \nYour  sires,  beneath  its  sacred  shade, \nTo  Freedom  early  homage  paid  ; \nThis  day,  with  filial  awe,  surround \nIts  root,  that  sanctifies  the  ground  ; \nAnd,  by  your  fathers'  spirits,  swear \nThe  rights  they  left  you  '11  not  impair.\" \n\n\"  Do  we  not  see  the  darkened  spring  of  1770,\"  said  Judge  Dawes \nin  his  oration  at  the  Old  Brick,  \"  like  the  moon  in  a  thick  atmosphere, \nrising  in  blood,  and  ushered  in  by  the  figure  of  Britain  plunging  her \npoignard  in  the  young  bosom  of  America  ?  0,  our  bleeding  country  ! \nwas  it  for  this  our  hoary  sires  sought  thee  through  all  the  elements, \nand  having  found  thee  sheltering  away  fi'om  the  western  wave,  discon- \nsolate, cheered  thy  sad  face,  and  decked  thee  out  like  the  garden  of \nGod  7  Time  was  when  we  could  all  affirm  to  this  gloomy  question, — \nwhen  we  were  ready  to  cry  out  that  our  fathers  had  done  a  vain  thing. \nI  mean  upon  that  unnatural  right  which  we  now  commemorate ;  when \nthe  fire  of  Brutus  was  on  many  a  heart, —  when  the  strain  of  Gracchus \nwas  on  many  a  tongue.  '  Wretch  that  I  am !  —  whither  shall  I \nretreat  1  —  whither  shall  I  turn  me  ?  —  to  the  capitol  ?  The  capitol \nswims  in  my  brother's  blood.  To  my  family  7  There  must  I  see  a \nwretched,  a  mournful  and  afflicted  mother.'  Misery  loves  to  brood \nover  its  own  woes  :   and  so  peculiar  were  the  woes  of  that  night,  bo \n\n\nTHOMAS   DAWES.  •  143 \n\nexpressive  the  pictures  of  despair,  so  various  the  face  of  death, \nthat  not  all  the  grand  tragedies  which  have  been  since  acted  can  crowd \nfrom  our  minds  that  era  of  the  human  passions,  that  preface  to  the \ngeneral  conflict  that  now  rages.  May  we  never  forget  to  offer  a  sac- \nrifice to  the  manes  of  our  brethren  who  bled  so  early  at  the  foot  of  Lib- \nerty. Hitherto  we  have  nobly  avenged  their  fall ;  but  as  ages  cannot \nexpunge  the  debt,  their  melancholy  ghosts  still  rise  at  a  stated  season, \nand  will  forever  wander  in  the  night  of  this  noted  anniversary.  Let \nus,  then,  be  frequent  pilgrims  at  their  tombs.  There  let  us  profit  of \nall  our  feelings;  and,  while  the  senses  are  'struck  deep  with  woe/ \ngive  wing  to  the  imagination.  Hark !  even  now,  in  the  hollow  wind,  I \nhear  the  voice  of  the  departed :  '  0  ye  who  listen  to  wisdom,  and  aspire \nto  immortality,  as  ye  have  avenged  our  blood,  thrice  blessed  !  as  ye \nstill  Avar  against  the  mighty  hunters  of  the  earth,  your  names  are \nrecorded  in  heaven  ! ' \n\n\"  Such  are  the  suggestions  of  fancy;  and,  having  given  them  their \ndue  scope, —  having  described  the  memorable  Fifth  of  March  as  a  sca- \nBon  of  disaster, —  it  would  be  an  impiety  not  to  consider  it  in  its  other \nrelation ;  for  the  rising  honors  of  these  States  are  distant  issues,  a.s \nit  were,  from  the  intricate  though  all-wise  divinity  which  presided \nupon  that  night.  Strike  that  night  out  of  time,  and  we  quench  the \nfirst  ardor  of  a  resentment  which  has  been  ever  since  increasing,  and \nnow  accelerates  the  fall  of  tyranny.  The  provocations  of  that  night \nmust  be  numbered  among  the  master  springs  which  gave  the  first \nmotion  to  a  vast  machinery,  a  noble  and  comprehensive  system  of \nnational  independence.  '  The  independence  of  America,'  says  the \nwriter  under  the  signature  of  '  Common  Sense.'  '  should  have  been \nconsidered  as  dating  its  era  from  the  first  musket  that  was  fired  against \nher.'  Be  it  so !  but  Massachusetts  may  certainly  date  many  of  its \nblessings  from  the  Boston  Massacre, —  a  dark  hour  in  itself,  but  from \nwhich  a  marvellous  light  has  arisen.  From  that  night,  revolution \nbecame  inevitable,  and  the  occasion  commenced  of  the  present  most \nbeautiful  form  of  government.  We  often  read  of  the  original  contract, \nand  of  mankind,  in  the  early  ages,  passing  from  a  state  of  nature  to \nimmediate  civilization.  But  what  eye  could  penetrate  through  Gothic \nnight  and  barbarous  fable  to  that  remote  period  7  Such  an  eye,  per- \nhaps, was  present,  when  the  Deity  conceived  the  universe,  and  fixed  his \ncompass  upon  the  great  deep.  And  yet  the  people  of  Massachusetts \nhave  reduced  to  practice  the  wonderful  theory.     A  numerous  people \n\n\n144  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nhave  convened  in  a  state  of  nature,  and,  like  our  ideas  of  the  patriarchs, \nhave  deputed  a  few  fathers  of  the  land  to  draw  up  for  them  a  glorious \ncovenant.  It  has  been  drawn.  The  people  have  signed  it  with  rap- \nture, and  have  thereby  bartered  among  themselves  an  easy  degree  of \nobedience  for  the  highest  possible  civil  happiness.  To  render  that  cov- \nenant eternal,  patriotism  and  political  virtue  must  forever  blaze,  —  must \nblaze  at  the  present  day  with  superlative  lustre,  being  watched,  from \ndifferent  motives,  by  the  eyes  of  all  mankind.  Nor  must  that  patriot- \nism be  contracted  to  a  single  commonwealth.  A  combination  of  the \nStates  is  requisite  to  support  them  individually.  '  Unite,  or  die,'  is  our \nindispensable  motto.\" \n\nMr.  Robert  Patterson  presented  a  petition  to  the  town  of  Boston, \non  this  day,  March  5,  1781,  setting  forth  that  he  received  a  wound  in \nthe  right  arm,  on  the  5th  of  March,  1770,  by  a  shot  from  Preston's \nparty,  whereby  he  has  entirely  lost  the  use  of  it ;  and  that,  since  the \ndeath  of  INIr.  Monk,  he  is  the  only  one  of  the  unhappy  number,  then \nbadly  wounded,  that  survives ;  and  therefore  praying  the  charity  of  the \ntown; —  \"voted,  that  a  collection  be  made,  at  the  close  of  this  meeting, \nfor  the  unhappy  sufferer.\"  Boxes  we-re  placed  at  each  door  of  the  Old \nBrick  Meeting-house,  to  receive  the  contributions ;  and  also  on  the  two \nyears  succeeding. \n\nWe  cannot  resist  the  insertion  of  Judge  Dawes'  patriotic  effusion, \nrepeated  to  the  editor  from  memory,  by  Thomas  Somes,  a  merchant  of \nBoston,  and  a  nephew  of  the  judge,  one  day  in  the  street,  when  stand- \ning nearly  opposite  the  Athenoeum,  and  who  died  suddenly  a  few  days \nafter  the  recital.  It  was  sung  June  17,  1786,  at  the  festival  on  the \nopening  of  Charlesto^^^l  Bridge,  after  the  announcement  of  this  senti- \nment :  \"  May  this  anniversary  be  forever  marked  with  joy,  as  its  birth \nwas  Avith  glory.\" \n\n\"  Now  let  rich  music  sound, \nAnd  all  the  region  round \n\nWith  rapture  fill  ; \nLet  the  full  trump  of  ftime \nTo  heaven  itself  proclaim \nThe  everlasting  name \n\nOf  Bunker's  Hill. \n\n' «  Beneath  his  sky- wrapt  brow \nWhat  heroes  sleep  below,  — \nHow  dear  to  Jove  ! \n\n\nTHOMAS   DAWES.  145 \n\nNot  more  beloved  were  those \nWho  foiled  celestial  foes \nWhen  the  old  giants  rose \nTo  arms  above  ! \n\n\"  Now  scarce  eleven  short  years \nHave  rolled  their  rapid  spheres \nThrough  heaven's  high  road. \nSince  o'er  yon  swelling  tide \nPassed  all  the  British  pride. \nAnd  watered  Bunker's  side \nWith  foreign  blood. \n\n•'  Then  Charlestown's  gilded  spires \nFelt  unrelenting  fires, \nAnd  sunk  in  night ; \nBut,  phoenix-like,  they  '11  rise \nFrom  where  their  ruin  lies. \nAnd  strike  the  astonished  eyes \nWith  glories  bright. \n\n\"  Meandering  to  the  deep. \nMajestic  Charles  shall  weep \n\nOf  war  no  more. \nFamed  as  the  Appian  Way, \nThe  world's  first  bridge,  to-day \nAll  nations  shall  convey \nFrom  shore  to  shore. \n\n\"  On  our  blessed  mountain's  head \nThe  festive-board  we  '11  spread \n\nWith  viands  high  ; \niJet  joy.'s  broad  bowl  go  round, \nWith  public  spirit  crowned  ; \nWe  '11  consecrate  the  ground \nTo  Liberty.\" \n\nWhen  Judge  Dawes  was  a  delegate  in  the  State  Convention  of \n1820,  he  made  several  speeches.  On  one  occasion  he  remarked,  the \nconstitution  was  adopted  just  after  he  left  the  law  office  of  one  of  its \nprincipal  founders,  and  he  had  an  opportunity  of  witnessing  the  anxiety \nof  those  who  raised  this  bulwark  of  our  liberties.  Of  the  spirit  of \namity  which  prevailed  in  the  convention  of  1788,  he  could  speak  with \nconfidence.  He  was  one  of  the  twelve  gentlemen  chosen  from  Boston \nto  that  convention,  nine  of  whom  have  gone  to  render  their  account, \nand  he  must  soon  follow.  Those  gentlemen  were  obliged  to  change \ntheir  minds,  as  light  beamed  upon  them  on  the  various  subjects  dis- \n\n13 \n\n\n146  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncussed.  Even  Samuel  Adams,  who  was  remarkable  for  the  inflexibil- \nity of  his  opinions,  after  hearing  Fisher  Ames'  speech  upon  the  bien- \nnial election  of  members  of  Congress,  got  up, —  not  to  oppose,  as  was \nexpected,  but  to  tell  us  that  he  was  satisfied  with  the  reasons  which \nhad  been  given  by  Ames.  This  conduct,  in  such  a  man  as  Mr.  Adams, \nhad  a  great  effect  upon  the  other  members  of  the  convention. \n\nMr.  Dawes  opposed  a  resohition  directing  the  manner  in  which  the \nvotes  on  the  amendments  are  to  be  given  by  the  people,  where  the  per- \nsons voting  are  to  express  their  opinion  by  annexing  to  each  number \nthe  word  Yes,  or  No,  or  any  other  words  that  may  signify  his  opinion \nof  the  proposed  amendment.  He  thought  this  latitude  might  lead  to \ndifficulty.  It  would  permit  a  man  to  read  a  whole  sermon.  They  had \noften  heard  whole  sermons  read  in  the  Assembly, —  they  might  read \nthem  in  town-meeting,  and  put  them  on  file,  to  express  their  opinion. \nIt  was  amended.  Judge  Dawes  was  a  member  also  of  the  convention \nfor  the  adoption  of  a  State  constitution  in  1780. \n\nThomas  Dawes  always  exhibited  an  honest  and  friendly  feeling, \nwhich  shone  forth  in  his  social  intercourse,  enlivened  by  classic  and \nliterary  taste,  undiminished  by  the  assumption  of  tneaswed  manner , \ntoo  often  exercised  to  supply  the  place  of  real  merit. \n\n\nGEORGE  RICHARDS  MINOT. \n\nMARCH  5,  1782.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nGeorge  Richards  Minot  was  born  at  Boston,  Dec.  22,  1758,  and \nwas  the  youngest  of  ten  children.  He  entered  the  Latin  School  in \n1 767,  Avhere  he  was  a  shining  scholar.  When  the  important  period \ndrew  near  in  which  he  was  to  leave  school,  he  was  not  only  required \nby  Master  James  Lovell  to  compose  his'  own  oration,  but  he  was  also \nenjoined  to  aid  several  of  his  classmates  in  the  same  duty.  While  at \nHarvard  College  he  devoted  himself  with  great  industry  and  success  to \nclassical  and  historical  studies.     He  graduated  in  1778.     His  most \n\n\nGEORGE  RICHARDS  MINOT.  147 \n\nadmired  models  were  Robertson's  Charles  the  Fifth,  and  the  London \nAnnual  Register.  At  his  graduation  he  received  the  highest  honors  of \nthe  college,  without  an  expression  of  envy  from  his  classmates ;  such \nis  the  force  of  superior  merit  towards  the  youth  who  loved  every  one, \nand  who  veiled  his  talent  in  the  garb  of  modesty.  jMr.  Minot  entered \non  the  study  of  law  under  Judge  Tudor,  towards  whom  he  had  a \nwarm  veneration.  It  was  in  his  oflSce  that  he  enjoyed  the  advantage \nof  being  the  fellow-student  of  Fisher  Ames,  where  his  own  genius \ncaught  fire  from  the  flame  which  burned  so  intensely  in  the  imagina- \ntion of  his  companion.  Fisher  Ames  was  at  that  time  unknown  to  the \nworld,  but  Minot  never  spoke  of  him  without  enthusiasm ;  and  he \noften  predicted  the  splendid  reputation  which  this  powerful  orator \nwould  in  coming  time  attain. \n\nOn  the  adoption  of  the  State  constitution,  in  1780,  Mr.  Minot  was \nelected  clerk  of  the  House  of  Representatives.  During  this  period, \nthe  causes  which  led  to  the  insurrection  of  Daniel  Shays  were  in  opera- \ntion, and  he  had  the  opportunity  of  being  familiar  with  the  debates, \nwhich  were  of  intense  public  interest.  This  insurrection  was  a  primary \ncause  of  the  adoption  of  the  constitution  of  the  United  States.  ]Mr. \nMinot  was  appointed  secretary  of  the  State  Convention  of  1788,  on \nthe  discussion  of  its  adoption.  Mr.  Minot  was  married  in  March, \n1783,  to  Mary  Speakman,  of  Marlboro',  the  lady  of  his  early  love, \nwhose  warmth  of  affection  towards  him  was  ardent  as  that  of  his \ntowards  herself.  At  this  period  he  was  a  liberal  contributor  to  the \nBoston  INIagazine,  and  was  an  editor  of  three  early  volumes  of  the \n^lassachusetts  Historical  Collections,  of  which  society,  the  Humane, \nthe  Charitable,  and  the  American  Academy,  he  was  a  devoted  mem- \nber. He  was  appointed  judge  of  Probate  in  1792,  which  office  he \nhonored  with  impartiality  and  humanity.  He  became  judge  of  the \nMunicipal  Court  from  1800,  and  wisely  sustained  its  duties  until  his \ndecease,  Jan.  2,  1802.  His  residence  was  in  Devonshire-street,  on \nthe  site  of  the  Type  and  Stereotype  Foundery,  and  no  private  mansion \nin  Boston  was  more  famous  for  a  free  and  generous  hospitality.  He \nwas  remarkable  for  sprightly  sallies  of  wit,  radiant  benignity,  and \nblandness  of  manners.  In  1795  his  address  for  the  Massachusetts \nCharitable  Society,  of  which  he  was  president,  was  published.  His \nimpassioned  eulogy  on  the  character  of  Washington,  pronounced  at  the \nrequest  of  the  town  of  Boston,  was  ready  for  sale  on  the  day  after  its \ndelivery,  and  was  more  rapidly  sought  than  even  that  by  Fisher  Ames, \n\n\n148  THE  HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nan  edition  being  sold  in  one  day,  and  two  more  shortly  after  being \ntaken  up.  His  intimate  friend  and  pastor.  Dr.  James  Freeman, \nremarked  of  this  eulogy,  that  a  kindred  likeness  may  be  traced  in  the \nfeatures  of  the  minds,  in  Minot's  delineations  of  the  character  of \nWashington,  so  striking  as  to  be  obvious  to  those  who  best  knew  them \nboth.  Judge  Minot  had  but  ten  days'  notice  to  prepare  the  funeral \noration,  and  thus  described  the  emotions  of  his  mind  at  this  time : \n\"My  only  refuge  was  in  an  enthusiastic  pursuit  of  my  subject,  which \nstimulated  what  little  powers  I  possessed  to  their  utmost  exertion.  A \ncandor  and  mild  expectation  prevailed  through  all  ranks  of  people, \nwhich  encouraged  me.  A  like  kind  of  attentive  silence  enabled  me  to \ndeliver  myself  so  as  to  be  heard.  I  sat  down  unconscious  of  the  effect, \nfeeling  as  though  the  music  was  at  once  playing  the  dirge  of  Washing- \nton's memory  and  my  own  reputation.  I  was  soon  astonished  at  my \ngood  fortune.  All  praised  me  ;  a  whole  edition  of  my  eulogy  sold  in \na  day;  the  printers,  Manning  and  Loring,  presented  me  with  an  addi- \ntional number  of  copies,  on  account  of  their  success  ;  invitations  were \nsent  me  to  dine  in  respectable  companies ;  my  friends  are  delighted, \nand,  although  nearly  exhausted  by  sickness,  I  am  happy.  Such  was \nthe  successful  issue  of  the  most  unpropitious  undertaking  that  I  was \never  engaged  in.\" \n\nIn  1798,  Judge  Minot  published  a  Continuation  of  Hutchinson's \nHistory  of  the  Province  of  Massachusetts  Bay.  and  the  second  volume \nin  1803.  Our  American  Sallust  is  peculiar  for  veracity,  perspicuity \nand  vigor,  and  was  the  first  purely  elegant  historian  of  New  England. \nHis  History  of  the  Insurrection  in  Massachusetts,  and  the  Rebellion \nconsequent  thereon,  published  by  Manning  and  Loring.  in  1798,  2  vols., \nis  the  best  record  of  that  perilous  period  ever  prepared. \n\nIn  the  polished  oration  of  George  Richards  Minot,  pronounced  at  the \nOld  Brick,  on  the  Boston  Massacre,  in  1782,  we  find  an  appeal  to  the \nmoral  sense  of  this  republic,  where  he  remarks : \n\n\"  Let  us  not  trust  to  laws.  An  uncorrupted  people  can  exist  with- \nout them ;  a  corrupted  people  cannot  long  exist  with  them,  or  any  other \nhuman  assistance.  They  are  remedies  which,  at  best,  always  disclose \nand  confess  our  evils.  The  body  politic  once  distempered,  they  may \nindeed  be  used  as  a  crutch  to  support  it  a  while,  but  they  can  never \nheal  it.  Rome,  when  her  bravery  conquered  the  neighboring  nations \nand  united  them  to  her  own  empire,  was  free  from  all  danger  within, \nbecause  her  armies,  being  urged  on  by  a  love  for  their  country,  would \n\n\nGEORGE  RICHARDS  MINOT.  149 \n\nas  readily  suppress  an  internal  as  an  external  enemy.  In  those  times \nshe  made  no  scruple  to  throw  out  her  kings  who  had  abused  their \n''power.  But  when  her  subjects  sought  not  for  the  advantage  of  the \ncommonwealth, —  when  they  thi'onged  to  the  Asiatic  wars  for  the  spoils \nthey  produced,  and  preferred  prostituting  the  rights  of  citizenship  upon \nany  barbarian  that  demanded  them,  to  meeting  him  in  the  field  for  their \nsupport, —  then  Rome  grew  too  modest  to  accept  from  the  hands  of  a \ndictator  those  rights  which  she  ought  to  have  impaled  him  for  daring \nto  invade.  No  alteration  in  her  laws  merely  could  have  effected  this. \nHad  she  remained  virtuous,  she  might  as  well  have  expelled  her \ndictators  as  her  kings.  But  what  laws  can  save  a  people  who,  for \nthe  very  purpose  of  enslaving  themselves,  choose  to  consider  them \nrather  as  counsels  which  they  may  accept  or  refuse,  than  as  precepts \nwhich  they  are  bound  to  obey  7  With  such  a  people  they  must  ever \nwant  a  sanction,  and  be  contemned.  Virtue  and  long  life  seem  to  be \nas  intimately  allied  in  the  political  as  in  the  moral  world.  She  is  the \nguard  which  Pi'ovidence  has  set  at  the  gate  of  freedom.\" \n\nHere  we  have  the  peroration  of  Minot's  oration:  \"America  once \nguarded  against  herself,  what  has  she  to  fear  7  Her  natural  situation \nmay  well  inspire  her  with  confidence.  Her  rocks  and  her  mountains \nare  the  chosen  temples  of  liberty.  The  extent  of  her  climate,  and  the \nvariety  of  its  produce,  throw  the  means  of  her  greatness  into  her  own \nhands,  and  insure  her  the  traffic  of  the  world.  Navies  shall  launch \nfrom  her  forests,  and  her  bosom  be  found  stored  with  the  most  precious \ntreasures  of  nature.  May  the  industry  of  her  people  be  a  still  surer \npledge  of  her  wealth !  The  union  of  her  States,  too,  is  founded  upon \nthe  most  durable  principles.  The  similarity  of  the  manners,  religion \nand  laws,  of  their  inliabitants,  must  ever  support  the  measure  which \ntheir  common  injuries  originated.  Her  government,  while  it  is \nrestrained  from  violating  the  rights  of  the  subject,  is  not  disarmed \nagainst  the  public  foe.  Could  Junius  Brutus  and  his  colleagues  have \nbeheld  her  republic  erecting  itself  on  the  disjointed  neck  of  tyranny, \nhow  would  they  have  wreathed  a  laurel  for  her  temples  as  eternal  as \ntheir  own  memories  !  America  !  fairest  copy  of  such  great  originals  ! \nbe  virtuous,  and  thy  reign  shall  be  as  happy  as  durable,  and  as  dura- \nble as  the  pillars  of  the  world  you  have  enfranchised.\" \n\nThe  character  of  Judge  Minot  was  thus  admirably  described  by  Hon. \nJohn  Quincy  xidams,  on  the  year  of  his  decease  : \n\n\"Are  you  an  observer  of  men,  and  has  it  been  your  fortune  only \n13* \n\n\n150  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nonce  to  behold  George  Richards  ]\\Iinot  ?  You  have  remarked  the  ele- \ngance of  his  person,  and  the  peculiar  charm  of  expression  in  his  coun- \ntenance. Have  you  witnessed  his  deportment?  It  bore  the  marks  of \ngraceful  simplicity,  of  dignified  modesty,  of  unassuming  urbanity. \nHave  you  listened  to  his  conversation  ?  It  was  the  voice  of  harmony ; \nit  was  the  index  of  a  penetrating  and  accurate  mind ;  it  was  the  echo \nto  a  warm  and  generous  heart.  Such  appeared  Mr.  Minot  on  a  first \nand  transient  acquaintance,  from  which  period  to  that  of  the  most  con- \nfidential intimacy,  our  own  knowledge,  and  the  unvaried  testimony  of \nindisputable  authority,  concur  in  affirming  that  every  trace  of  pleas- \ning first  impression  was  proportionably  deepened,  every  anticipation  of \nsterling  worth  abundantly  fulfilled.  His  character,  as  the  citizen  of  a \nfree  country,  was  not  less  exemplary.  The  profoundest  historian  of \nantiquity  has  adduced  the  life  of  Agricola  as  an  extraordinary  proof \nthat  it  is  possible  to  be  a  great  and  good  man,  even  under  the  despot- \nism of  the  worst  of  princes. \n\n\"  Minot's  example  may  be  alleged  as  a  demonstration  equally  rare, \nunder  a  free  republic,  that,  in  times  of  the  greatest  dissensions,  and \namidst  the  most  virulent  rancor  of  factions,  a  man  may  be  great \nand  good,  and  yet  acquire  and  preserve  the  esteem  and  veneration  of \nall.  In  the  bitterness  of  civil  contention  he  enjoyed  the  joint  applause \nof  minds  the  most  irreconciled  to  each  other.  Before  the  music  of  his \ncharacter,  the  very  scorpions  dropped  from  the  lash  of  discord, —  the \nvery  snakes  of  faction  listened  and  sunk  asleep  !  Yet  did  he  not  pur- \nchase this  unanimous  approbation  by  the  sacrifice  of  any  principle  at \nthe  shrine  of  popularity.  From  that  double-tongued  candor  which \nfashions  its  doctrines  to  its  company, —  from  that  cowardice,  in  the \ngarb  of  good-nature,  which  assents  to  all  opinions  because  it  dares  sup- \nport none, —  from  that  obsequious  egotism,  ever  ready  to  bow  before \nthe  idol  of  the  day,  to  make  man  its  God,  and  hold  the  voice  of  mortal- \nity for  the  voice  of  Heaven, —  he  was  pure  as  the  crystal  streams. \nPersonal  invectives  and  odious  imputations  against  political  adversaries \nhe  knew  to  be  seldom  necessary.  He  knew  that,  when  unnecessary, \nwhether  exhibited  in  the  disgusting  deformity  of  their  nakedness,  or \ntricked  out  in  the  gorgeous  decorations  of  philosophy, —  whether  livid \nwith  the  cadaverous  colors  of  their  natural  complexion,  or  flaring  with \nthe  cosmetic  washes  of  pretended  patriotism, —  they  are  ever  found \namong  the  profligate  prostitutes  of  party,  and  not  among  the  vestal  vir- \ngins of  truth.     He  disdained  to  use  them ;  but,  as  to  all  great  ques- \n\n\nGEORGE  RICHARDS  MINOT.  151 \n\ntions  upon  principle,  which  are  at  the  bottom  of  our  divisions,  there \nwas  no  more  concealment  or  disguise  in  his  lips  than  hesitation  or \nwavering  in  his  mind.  So  far  was  he  from  courting  the  prejudices  or \ncompromising  with  the  claims  of  faction,  that  he  published  the  History \nof  the  Insurrection  in  the  commonwealth,  at  a  time  when  the  passions \nwhich  had  produced  them  were  still  rancorous  and  flourishing ;  and \nalthough  nothing  contributed  more  than  that  work  to  consign  the  rebel- \nlion it  recorded  to  infamy,  none  of  its  numerous  abettors  ever  raised  a \nreclamation  against  the  veracity  of  the  history,  or  the  worth  of  the \nhistorian.\" \n\nIn  Democracy  Unveiled,  canto  3,  on  Mobocracy,  by  Christopher \nCaustic,  appears  a  happy  allusion  to  George  Richards  Minot,  as  fol- \nlows: \n\n\"  But  I  '11  purloin  a  little  —  why  not  ? \n\nFrom  classic  history  of  Minot ; \n\nFor  theft  can  need  no  other  plea \n\nThan  this  —  our  government  is  free  ! \n\nOur  Demo's  steal  each  other's  trash. \n\nWhile  Coleman  plies  in  vain  the  lash. \n\nAnd  prithee,  therefore,  why  can  I  not \n\nSteal  my  Mobocracy  from  Minot .' \n\nFas  est  ab  hoste  doceri,  — \n\nIf  that  be  true,  why  then  't  is  clear  I.  • \n\nBut,  gentle  reader,  have  you  read  it  ? \n\n•  Yes,'  —  then  I  '11  give  my  author  credit.\" \n\nThe  nature  and  operation  of  the  causes  which  led  to  the  rebellion  in \nMassachusetts,  says  Caustic,  in  a  note  to  Mobocracy,  are  explained  in \na  lucid  and  masterly  manner,  in  the  history  of  George  Richards  Minot, \nthe  style  of  which  might  rank  its  author  as  the  Sallust  of  America. \nAccording  to  that  writer,  the  commonwealth  of  Massachusetts  was  in \ndebt  upwards  of  .£1,350,000  private  State  debt,  exclusive  of  the  fed- \neral debt,  which  amounted  to  one  million  and  a  half  of  the  same  money. \nAnd,  in  addition  to  that,  every  town  was  embarrassed  by  advances  they \nhad  made  to  comply  with  repeated  requisitions  for  men  and  supplies  to \nsupport  the  army,  and  which  had  been  done  upon  their  own  credit. \nThe  people,  Minot  informs  us,  had  been  laudably  employed,  during  the \nnine  years  in  which  this  debt  had  been  accumulating,  in  the  defence  of \ntheir  liberties ;  but  though  their  contest  had  instructed  them  in  the \nnobler  science  of  mankind,  yet  it  gave  them  no  proportionable  insight \ninto  the  mazes  of  finance.    Their  honest  prejudices  were  averse  to  duties \n\n\n152  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  impost  and  excise,  which  were  at  that  time  supposed  to  be  anti-repub- \nlican by  many  judicious  and  influential  characters.  The  consequences \nof  the  public  debt  did  not  at  first  appear  among  the  citizens  at  large. \nThe  bulk  of  mankind  are  too  much  engaged  in  private  concerns  to \nanticipate  the  operation  of  national  causes.  The  men  of  landed  inter- \nest soon  began  to  speak  plainly  against  trade,  as  the  source  of  luxury, \nand  the  cause  of  losing  the  circulating  medium.  Commercial  men, \non  the  other  hand,  defended  themselves  by  insisting  that  the  fault  was \nonly  in  the  regulations  which  the  trade  happened  to  be  under.  Minot \nthen  proceeds  to  point  out  other  causes  which  contributed  to  lead  the \npeople  astray ;  and  his  history  exhibits  abundant  proof  that  the  people \nat  large  ai-e  not  always  correct  judges  of  what  political  measures  may \nbest  subserve  their  own  prosperity. \n\n\"  To  paint  the  ills  -which  power  attend, \nOur  men  of  mind  their  talents  lend  ; \nBut  overlook  the  great  propriety \nOf  power  to  guarantee  society.\" \n\nThe  following  effusion  wiis  addressed  to  the  Hon.  George  Richards \nMinot,  when  he  was  preparing  the  History  of  Massachusetts : \n\n%  \"  Let  jarring  spirits  turn  the  leaf. \n\nAnd  Coke  and  Littleton  explore  ; \nPleased  with  the  logic  of  a  brief, \n\nAnd  wise  with  metaphysic  lore. \nLet  others  on  the  laws  decide, \n\nAnd  on  the  Norman  records  grope  ; \nLay  thou  the  wrangling  bar  aside. \n\nAnd  give  thy  genius  ampler  scope. \nThy  equal  mind,  on  truth  intent. \n\nTo  paltry  strife  must  not  descend  ; \nAnother  task  for  thee  is  meant,  — \n\nThy  country's  genius  to  defend. \n\"What  though  that  country's  tardy  voice \n\nNor  urge  thy  labor  nor  reward  ? \nThe  historic  Muse  approves  the  choice. \n\nAnd  all  the  wise  and  good  applaud. \nEre  laurelled  science  twine  the  wreath. \n\nThe  bud  of  genius  must  unfold  ; \nOur  hardy  sires,  the  snow  beneath. \n\nGrew  strong,  unmindful  of  the  cold. \nMark'st  thou  yon  river's  peopled  shore. \n\nIts  wheat-crowned  hills,  its  bleating  meads. \nTaught  through  delicious  banks  to  pour, \n\nWhere  not  a  stone  its  course  impedes  ? \n\n\nGEORGE  RICHARDS  MINOT.  158 \n\nMark'st  thou,  too,  the  industrious  sires \n\nWho  cleared  the  current,  crowned  the  hills  ? \nWhat  love  and  gratitude  inspires \n\nOne  sweet  memorial  of  thy  skill  ? \nYet  more  than  if  the  castle  told \n\n'  Some  wily  victor  ravaged  here. \nYour  sires  to  vassalage  he  sold, \n\nOr  scourged,  the  pyramid  to  rear.' \nFor  where  no  crowning  castles  found, \n\nNo  despotism  has  been  known  ; \nThe  honest  peasant  reaps  the  ground \n\nBy  free-born  fathers  tamed  and  sown. \nShort  is  the  tale  of  tyrant  power,  — \n\nEasy  the  story  of  its  reign,  — \nWhose  march  was  destined  to  devour, \n\nAVhose  gloiy,  to  recount  the  slain. \nBut  the  slow  progress  of  a  tribe \n\nBy  nature's  energies  alone \nCool  reason  only  can  describe. \n\nEre  the  first  principles  have  flown. \nYet,  lo  !  with  careless  ease  we  sleep. \n\nWhile  rapid  sweeps  unstable  time \nDisgorgeless  to  oblivion's  deep, \n\nThe  records  of  a  nation's  prime. \nWhile  to  hoar  winter's  snowy  wells, \n\nRidged  by  eternal  frost  and  hail, \nWhen  spring  the  laughing  current  swells, \n\nAnd  cheers,  swift  Merrimac,  thy  vale  ; \nUrged  as  the  vernal  streams  descend, \n\nExciting  wonder  as  they  flow, \nSome  ardent  minds  their  source  ascend. \n\nAnd  meet  the  untravelled  realms  of  snow \nShall,  from  a  country's  wasting  page, \n\nWhich  moth  and  rust  and  reason  maim, \nEre  darkened  by  a  crowding  age. \n\nNone  snatch  the  unmutilated  name  ? \nYes,  ere  the  fabled  tale  is  wrought. \n\nWhile  yet  the  features  are  imprest. \nShall  thy  discriminating  thought \n\nPortray  the  Pilgrims  of  the  West.\" \n\n\n154  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\nTHOMAS  WELSH,  M.  D. \n\nMARCH  5,  1783.    ON  THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE. \n\nThomas  \"Welsh  was  born  at  Charlestown,  June  1,  1754,  and  mar- \nried Mary  Kent,  of  that  town.  He  was  an  army-surgeon  at  Lex- \nington and  Bunker  Hill.  He  Avas  in  attendance  at  the  latter  battle, \nprincipally  at  a  house  under  the  western  side  of  the  hill,  in  company \nwith  Lieut.  Col.  Brickett,  a  physician,  who  came  oflF  with  the  first  of \nthe  wounded,  and  of  whom  Gen.  Warren  obtained  his  arms  for  the  battle. \nDr.  Welsh  was  afterwards  near  Winter  Hill,  by  which  route  the  troops \nwho  went  to  Cambridge  retreated.  Dr.  Welsh  and  Samuel  Blodgett \nassisted  in  arresting  the  retreat  of  the  New  Hampshire  troops.  On \nthe  morning  of  the  Battle  of  Lexington,  Dr.  Warren,  at  about  ten \no'clock,  rode  on  horseback  through  Charlestown,  says  Frothingham. \nHe  had  received,  by  express,  intelhgence  of  the  events  of  the  morn- \ning, and  told  the  citizens  of  Charlestown  that  the  news  of  the  firing \nwas  correct.  Among  others,  he  met  Dr.  Welsh,  who  said,  \"  Well, \nthey  are  gone  out.\"  \"  Yes,\"  replied  the  doctor,  \"  and  we  will  be  up \nwith  them  before  night.\" \n\nDr.  Welsh,  who  was  on  Prospect  Hill  when  the  British  were  pass- \ning from  Lexington,  saw  Col.  Pickering's  regiment  on  the  top  of  Win- \nter Hill,  near  the  front  of  Mr.  Adams'  house,  the  enemy  being  very \nnear  in  Charlestown  road.  Washington  wrote  of  tliis  period :  \"If  the \nretreat  had  not  been  as  precipitate  as  it  was  from  Lexington,  —  and \nGod  knows  it  could  not  well  have  been  more  so, —  the  ministerial \ntroops  must  have  surrendered,  or  been  totally  cut  off;  for  they  had \nnot  arrived  in  Charlestown  (under  cover  of  their  ships)  half  an  hour, \nbefore  a  powerful  body  of  men  from  Marblehead  and  Salem  were  at \ntheir  heels,  and  must,  if  they  had  happened  to  be  up  one  hour  sooner, \ninevitably  have  intercepted  their  retreat  from  Charlestown.\"  Dr. \nWelsh  was  surgeon  at  Castle  Island,  1799.  He  was  the  hospital  phy- \nsician at  Rainsford's  Island  for  many  years ;  was  member  of  the  Bos- \nton Board  of  Health,  and  vice-president  of  the  Massachusetts  Medi- \ncal Society,  in  1814 ;  was  a  member  of  the  American  Academy  of \nArts  and  Sciences.  Dr.  Welsh  was  a  decided  Whig  of  the  Revolution, \nan  amiable,  social,  and  estimable  citizen,  and  died  at  Boston,  Febru- \nary, 1831. \n\n\nTHOMAS  WELSH,  M.  D.  155 \n\nThe  patriotic  Dr.  Welsh,  the  last  of  the  orators  at  the  Old  Brick, \non  the  eventful  Boston  Massacre,  thus  remarks  in  the  peroration  : \n\"  When  we  consider  our  own  prosperous  conflition,  and  view  the  state \nof  that  nation  of  which  we  were  once  a  part,  we  even  weep  over  our \nenemy,  when  we  reflect  that  she  was  once  great;  that  her  navies  rode \nformidable  upon  the  ocean  ;  that  her  commerce  was  extended  to  every \nharbor  of  the  globe;  that  her  name  was  revered  wherever  it  was \nknown ;  that  the  wealth  of  nations  was  deposited  in  her  island ;  and \nthat  America  was  her  friend.  But,  by  means  of  standing  armies,  an \nimmense  continent  is  separated  from  her  kingdom.  Near  eight  full \nyears  have  now  rolled  a^vay  since  America  has  been  cast  ofl\"  from  the \nbosom  and  embraces  of  her  pretended  parent,  and  has  set  up  her  own \nname  among  the  empires.  The  assertions  of  so  young  a  country  were \nat  first  beheld  with  dubious  expectation  ;  and  the  world  were  read}''  to \nstamp  the  name  of  rashness,  or  enterprise,  according  to  the  event.  But \na  manly  and  fortunate  beginning  soon  insured  the  most  generous  assist- \nance. The  renowned  and  the  ancient  Gauls  came  early  to  the  combat. \n—  wise  in  council,  mighty  in  battle  !  Then  with  new  fury  raged  the \n^Storm  of  war !  The  seas  were  crimsoned  with  the  richest  blood  of \nnations !  America's  chosen  legions  waded  to  freedom  through  rivers \ndyed  with  the  mingled  blood  of  her  enemies  and  her  citizens, —  through \nfields  of  carnage,  and  the  gates  of  death  ! \n\n\"At  length,  independence  is  ours  !  — the  halcyon  day  appears !  Lo ! \nfrom  the  east  I  see  the  harbinger,  and  from  the  train  't  is  peace  her- \nself,—  and,  as  attendants,  all  the  gentle  arts  of  life.  Commerce  dis- \nplays her  snow-white  navies,  fraught  with  the  wealth  of  kingdoms ; \nPlenty,  from  her  copious  horn,  pours  forth  her  richest  gifts.  Heaven \ncommands  !  The  east  and  the  west  give  up,  and  the  north  keeps  not \nback.  All  nations  meet,  and  beat  their  swords  into  ploughshares  and \ntheir  spears  into  pruning-hooks,  and  resolve  to  learn  war  no  more. \nHenceforth  shall  the  American  wilderness  blossom  as  the  rose,  and \nevery  man  shall  sit  under  his  fig-tree,  and  none  shall  make  him \nafraid.\" \n\n\n156  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\n\\ \n\nJOHN  WARREN,  M.  D. \n\nJULY  4,  1783.    ON  THE  NATIONAL  INDEPENDENCE. \n\nThe  last  public  act  in  the  career  of  James  Otis,  tliat  presiding  genius \nof  our  colonial  Revolution,  occurred  at  a  town-meeting  of  the  inhabitants \nof  Boston,  March  5, 1783,  at  Faneuil  Hall,  when  he  officiated  as  moder- \nator ;  and  it  was  voted  to  substitute  the  celebration  of  the  Declaration  of \nIndependence  for  that  of  the  Boston  Massacre,  after  Dr.  Thomas  Welsh \nhad  pronounced  the  annual  oration  on  the  latter  occasion.  Otis  was \nstruck  out  of  existence  by  a  flash  of  lightning,  at  Andover,  in  Massa- \nchusetts, on  the  23d  day  of  May  succeeding.  Who  can  tell  but  what \nthis  time-honored  festival  of  liberty  originated  in  his  penetrative  mind  7 \nIt  may  be  said  of  Otis  that  his  political  career  was  as  a  poem  that  lights \nwarm  hearts  with  living  flame.  How  cheering  was  it  to  witness  the \neagle-eyed,  round-faced,  plump,  short-necked,  and  smooth -skinned \nOtis,  as  he  has  been  described  by  an  enemy,  at  the  head  of  the  assem- \nbly in  old  Faneuil  Hall  on  this  glorious  occasion !  ^«k \n\nWilliam    Cooper,    the   town-clerk,    made   the    following    motion : \n\"Whereas,  the  annual  celebration  of  the  Boston  Massacre,  on  the \n5th  of  March,  1770,  by  the  institution  of  a  public  oration,  has  been \nfound  to  be  of  eminent  advantage  to  the  cause  of  virtue  and  patriotism \namong  her  citizens  ;  and  whereas,  the  immediate  motives  which  induced \nthe  commemoration  of  that  day  do  now  no  longer  exist  in  their  primi- \ntive force,  while  the  benefits  resulting  from  the  institution  may  and \nought  ever  to  be  preserved,  by  exchanging  that  anniversary  for  another, \nthe  foundation  of  which  will  last  so  long  as  time  endures  ; — it  is  there- \nfore resolved,  that  the  celebration  of  the  5th  of  ]\\Iarch  from  henceforth \nshall  cease,  and  that  instead  thereof,  the  anniversary  of  the  Fourth  Day \nof  July,  1776, —  a  day  ever  memorable  in  the  annals  of  this  country \nfor  the  Declaration  of  Independence, —  shall  be  constantly  celebrated \nby  the  delivery  of  a  public  oration,  in  such  plape  as  the  town  shall \ndetermine  to  be  most  convenient  for  the  purpose,  —  in  which  the  orator \nshall  consider  the  feelings,  manners  and  principles,  which  led  to  this \ngreat  national  event,  as  well  as  the  important  and  happy  effects,  whether \ngeneral  or  domestic,  which  have  already,  and  will  forever  continue,  to \nflow  from  this  auspicious  epoch.\" \n\nAt  a  town-meeting  on  May  of  that  date,  Hon.  Samuel  Adams  mod- \n\n\nJOHN   WARRENj  M.  D.  157 \n\nerator,  the  resolve  was  accepted,  and  a  committee  consisting  of  Perez \nMorton,  William  Tudor,  Thomas  Dawes,  Joseph  Ban-ell,  and  Charles \nJarvis,  were  chosen  to  consider  this  matter  at  large,  and  report  at \nthe  adjournment.  At  a  town-meeting,  July  4th  inst.,  Hon.  James \nSullivan  moderator,  the  committee  announced  that  they  had  unani- \nmously made  choice  of  Dr.  John  Warren  to  deliver  an  oration  on  the \n4th  of  July  inst.,  who  had  accordingly  accepted  that  service.  They  also \nvoted  that,  as  Faneuil  Hall  not  being  capacious  enough  to  receive  the \ninhabitants  that  may  attend  upon  that  occasion,  it  should  be  delivered \nat  Dr.  Cooper's  church,  as  soon  as  the  General  Court  is  ended ;  and  that \nleave  be  requested  of  the  committee  of  said  church  for  the  use  of  that \nbuilding. \n\nAccording  to  Edes'  Boston  Gazette,  that  mirror  of  patriotism,  the \njoy  of  the  day  was  announced  by  the  ringing  of  bells  and  discharge  of \ncannon.  At  eleven  o'clock.  His  Honor  the  Lieutenant-governor,  Thomas \nGushing, —  His  Excellency,  John  Hancock,  being  absent  by  reason  of \nsickness, —  the  Hon.  Council,  the  Senate  and  Representatives,  escorted \nby  the  brigade  train  of  artillery,  commanded  by  Maj.  Davis,  repaired \nto  the  church  in  Brattle- street,  where  the  Rev.  Dr.  Cooper,  after  a \npolite  and  elegant  address  to  the  auditory,  returned  thanks  to  Almighty \nGod  for  his  goodness  to  these  American  States,  and  the  glory  and  suc- \ncess with  which  he  had  crowned  their  exertions  ;  then  an  anthem  was \nsung  suitable  to  the  occasion,  and  the  solemnity  was  concluded  by  a \nmost  ingenious  and  elegant  oration,  delivered  by  Dr.  John  Warren,  at \nthe  request  of  the  town.  They  were  conducted  back  to  the  Senate- \nchamber,  where  an  agreeable  entertainment  was  provided.  At  two \no'clock,  the  brigade  train,  and  the  regiment  of  militia,  commanded  by \nCol.  Webb,  paraded  in  State-street,  where  the  former  saluted  with \nthirteen  discharges  from  the  field-pieces,  and  the  militia  with  thirteen \nfeu-de-joles,  in  honor  of  the  occasion.  The  officers  of  the  militia  dined \ntogether  at  the  Bunch  of  Grapes  and  the  brigade  train  at  the  Exchange \ntaverns.  Thirteen  patriotic  toasts  were  drunk  by  each  corps,  and  the \nsame  number,  which  were  given  in  the  Senate-chamber,  appear  in  the \nGazette,  one  of  which  was,  \"May  the  spirit  of  union  prevail  in  our \ncountry.\"  On  the  next  day  the  selectmen  of  the  town,  consisting  of \nJohn  Scollay,  Harbottle  Dorr,  Thopias  Greenough,  Ezekiel  Price, \nCapt.  William  Mackay,  Tuthill  Hubbard,  Esq.,  David  Jeffries,  Esq., \nrequested  a  copy  of  the  oration  for  the  press.  Here  we  have  the \nmodest  reply  of  the  author  : \n\n14 \n\n\n158  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nGentlemen, —  On  condition  that  the  honesty  of  my  intentions,  and \nthe  warmth  of  my  feelings,  on  the  important  event  which  Avas  the  sub- \nject of  this  oration,  may  be  admitted  to  atone  for  the  imperfection  of \nthe  performance,  I  deHver  a  copy  for  the  press. \n\"  I  am,  with  the  greatest  respect, \n\n\"  Your  obedient  servant, \n\n\"John  Warren.\" \n\nThis  was  a  brilhant  production,  breathing  patriotic  ardor  and  fra- \nternal warmth,  of  which  we  present  a  specimen  :  \"  Transported  from \na  distant  clime  less  friendly  to  its  nurture,  you  have  planted  here  the \nstately  tree  of  Liberty,  and  lived  to  see  it  flourish.  But  whilst  you \npluck  the  fruit  from  the  bending  branches,  remember  that  its  roots \nwere  watered  with  your  blood !  Remember  the  price  at  which  you \npurchased  it,  nor  barter  liberty  for  gold.  Go,  search  the  vaults  where \nlay  enshrined  the  relics  of  your  martyred  fellow-citizens,  and  from \ntheir  dust  receive  a  lesson  on  the  value  of  your  freedom  !  When  virtue \nfails, —  when  luxury  and  corruption  shall  undermine  the  pillars  of  the \nState,  and  threaten  a  total  loss  of  liberty  and  patriotism, —  then  sol- \nemnly repair  to  those  sacred  repositories  of  the  dead,  and,  if  you  can, \nreturn  and  sport  away  your  rights.  When  you  forget  the  value  of \nyour  freedom,  read  over  the  history  that  recounts  the  wounds  from \nwhich  your  country  bled, —  peruse  the  picture  wliich  brings  back  to \nyour  imaginations,  in  the  lively  colors  of  undisguised  truth,  the  wild, \ndistracted  feelings  of  your  hearts !  But  if  your  happy  lot  has  been \nnot  to  have  felt  the  pangs  of  convulsive  separation  from  friend  or \nkindred,  learn  them  of  those  that  have.\" \n\nThe  noble  remark  of  John  Adams,  the  apostle  of  liberty,  in  allu- \nsion to  this  great  natal  day,  should  be  printed  in  capitals  in  every \nnewspaper  of  our  vast  republic,  on  every  anniversary  of  that  event : \n'•The  4th  day  of  July,  1770,  will  be  the  most  memorable  epoch  in \nthe  history  of  America.  I  am  apt  to  believe  that  it  will  be  celebrated \nby  succeeding  generations  as  the  great  anniversary  festival.  It  ought \nto  be  commemorated,  as  the  day  of  deliverance,  by  solemn  acts  to  God \nAlmighty.  It  ought  to  be  solemnized  with  pomp  and  parade,  with \nshows,  games,  sports,  guns,  bells,  bonfires  and  illuminations,  from  one \nend  of  the  continent  to  the  other,  from  this  time  forward  forever- \nmore.\" \n\nThe  attention  of  the  Bostonians  was  involuntarily  directed  to  the \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN,    M.    D.  159 \n\nbrother  of  the  hero  of  Bunker  Hill,  as  we  have  seen,  as  the  most  suit- \nable person  to  deliver  the  first  town  oration  on  our  national  independ- \nence. \n\nJohn  Warren  was  born  at  Roxbury,  July  27,  1753,  and  gradu- \nated at  Harvard  College,  1771,  where  he  was  leader  of  a  College  Club \nfor  the  study  of  anatomy.  He  was  a  student  in  medicine  under  his \nbrother.  Gen.  Joseph  Warren.  In  1773  he  established  himself  at \nSalem,  and  Avas  associated  with  the  famous  Dr.  Holyoke.  On  the \n19th  of  April,  1775,  the  regiment  of  that  town  marched  to  Lexington, \nand  Dr.  Warren  acted  as  their  surgeon.  Two  of  his  brothers  were  in \ntliat  scene  of  contest.  \"  The  life  which  has  been  devoted  to  the  public \ngood,\"  said  Dr.  Warren,  in  a  eulogy  on  Thomas  Russell,  \"must  bean \ninteresting  theme  of  historical  narration ;  because  scarcely  any  events \ncan  take  place,  in  the  course  of  such  a  life,  but  what  must  derive  dig- \nnity and  importance  from  the  character  which  it  sustains,\" —  and  this \nmay  be  suitably  said  of  John  Warren.  We  will  continue  his  history \nin  the  language  of  his  own  journal,  dated  June  17,  1775 :  \"  This \nday, —  a  day  ever  to  be  remembered  by  the  United  American  Colonies, \n—  at  about  four  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  I  was  alarmed  with  the  inces- \nsant report  of  cannon,  which  appeared  to  be  at  or  near  Boston.  Towards \nsun-setting  a  very  great  fire  was  discovered,  nearly  in  a  direction  from \nSalem  for  Boston;  at  the  beginning  of  the  evening,  news  arrived \nthat  a  smart  engagement  had  happened  in  the  afternoon  on  Bunker \nHill,  in  Charlestown,  between  the  king's  regular  troops  and  the  pro- \nAnncials ;  and,  soon  after,  we  received  intelligence  our  own  troops \nwere  repulsed  with  great  loss,  and  the  enemy  had  taken  possession  of \nthe  ground  which  we  had  broke  the  night  before.  I  was  very  anxious, \nas  I  was  informed  that  great  numbers  had  fallen  on  both  sides,  and \nthat  my  brother  was  in  all  probability  in  the  engagement.  I,  however, \nwent  home,  with  a  determination  to  take  a  few  hours'  sleep,  and  then \nto  go  immediately  for  Cambridge  with  my  arms.  Accordingly,  in  the \nmorning,  at  about  two  o'clock,  I  prepared  myself,  and  went  off  on \nhorseback ;  and  when  I  arrived  at  Medford,  received  the  melancholy \nand  distressing  tidings  that  my  brother  was  missing.  Upon  the  dread- \nful intelligence,  I  went  immediately  to  Cambridge,  and  inquired  of \nalmost  every  person  I  saw  whether  they  could  give  me  any  informa- \ntion of  him.  Some  told  me  that  he  was  undoubtedly  alive  and  well, \nothers  that  he  was  wounded,  and  others  that  he  fell  on  the  field.  Thus \nperplexed  almost  to  distraction,  I  went  on,  inquiring  with  a  solicitude \n\n\n160  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n■which  was  such  a  mixture  of  hope  and  fear  as  none  but  such  as  have \nfelt  it  can  form  any  conception.  In  this  manner  I  passed  several  days, \nevery  day's  information  diminishing  the  probability  of  his  safety. \n\n\"  0,  ye  blood-thirsty  wretches,  who  planned  this  dreadful  scene \nwliich  you  are  now  forcing  your  bloodhounds  to  execute  !  Did  3'^ou  but \nfeel  the  pangs  of  heartfelt,  pungent  grief  for  the  cruel  wounds  you \ninflicted  upon  the  tenderest  part  of  the  public,  as  well  as  individuals, \nyou  would  have  execrated  those  diabolical  measures  which  by  your \ncounsels  have  been  adopted,  and  precipitated  us  into  all  the  horrors  of \na  civil  war.  Unfeeling  wretches  !  reflect,  a  moment,  if  you  have  still \none  feature  of  humanity  which  is  still  unobliterated  from  your  minds, \nand  view  the  helpless  orphan  bereft  of  its  fond  and  only  parent,  stript \nof  every  comfort  of  life,  driven  into  an  inhospitable  wild,  and  exposed \nto  all  the  misery  which  are  the  results  of  your  brutal  violence,  and \nforbear,  if  you  can ;  but  I  defy  even  you  to  show  yourselves  so  refined \nin  3'our  darling  acts  of  cruelty  as  to  be  capable  of  supporting  the \nshocking  reflection.  Here  stay  your  hands,  ye  miscreants  !  stay  your \nbloody  hands,  still  warmed  with  the  purple  fluid,  and  ask  yourselves  if \nyou  are  not  sated  with  the  inhuman  carnage  —  your  hearts  long  since \ninured  to  view  these  shocking  scenes  without  emotion  !  Go  on,  then, \nye  dastard  butchers  !  let  desolation  and  destruction  mark  your  bloody \nsteps  wherever  your  brave  opposers  are  by  fortune  destitute  of  proper \narms  for  their  defence ;  but  give  up  forever  your  pretensions  to  honor, \njustice  or  humanity,  and  know  that  this  brave,  undaunted  and  oppressed \npeople,  have  an  arm  which  will  soon  be  exerted  to  defend  themselves, \ntheir  wives  and  children, —  an  arm  which  will  ere  long  inflict  such \nvengeance  on  their  haughty,  pi'esumptuous  foes,  as  shall  convince  them \nthey  are  determined  that  British  cowards,  though  their  number  be  as \nthe  sands  on  the  sea-shore,  shall  never  subjugate  the  brave  and  inno- \ncent inhabitants  of  the  American  continent.  Cover  your  heads  with \nshame,  ye  guilty  wretches  !  Go  home,  and  tell  your  blood-thirsty  mas- \nter your  pitiful  tale ;  and  tell  him,  too,  that  the  laurel  which  once  dec- \norated the  soldier  has  withered  on  the  brow,  upon  the  American  shore  ! \nTell  him  that  the  British  honor  and  fame  have  received  a  mortal  stab \nfrom  the  brave  conduct  of  the  Americans.  Tell  him  that  even  your \nconquests  have  but  served  to  inspire  the  sufierers  with  fresh  courage \nand  determined  resolution ;  and  let  him  know  that  since  that  accursed \nday  when  first  the  hostile  forces  of  Britain  planted  their  foot  on  the \nAmerican  shore,  your  conduct  has  been  such  as  has  resulted  in  a  con- \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN,  M.  D.  161 \n\ntinned  series  of  disgraceful  incidents,  weak  councils,  and  operations \nreplete  with  ignorance  and  folly.  Tell  him  this,  ye  contemptible  cow- \nards !  hide  yourselves  like  menial  slaves  in  your  master's  kitchens,  nor \ndare  approach  the  happy  asylum  of  once  extinct  liberty, —  for  if  ye \ndare,  ye  die  ! \n\n\"  It  appears  that  about  2500  men  Avere  sent  off  from  the  ministerial \nin  Boston  to  dispossess  a  number, —  about  700  of  our  troops, —  who \nhad,  in  the  course  of  the  night,  cast  up  a  small  breastwork  upon  the \nhill.  They  accordingly  attacked  them,  and,  after  having  retreated \nthree  times,  carried  their  point ;  upon  which  our  men  retreated  with \nprecipitation,  having  lost  about  200  dead  and  300  wounded ;  the  ene- \nmy, according  to  Gage\"s  account,  1025  killed  and  wounded,  amongst \nwhom  were  a  considerable  proportion  of  officers,  Lieut.  Col.  Abercrom- \nbie,  Maj.  Pitcairn,  etc., —  a  dear  purchase  to  them,  indeed.\"' \n\n\"  Look  back,  ye  honored  veterans  few, \nWhose  locks  are  thin,  of  silver  hue. \nThat  ran,  at  war's  loiid  piercing  tlu'ill, \nTo  Lexington  and  Bunker's  Hill ! \nWhen  Charlestown's  flame  in  pillars  rose, \nCaused  by  our  cruel  British  foes, \nMidst  thundering  cannon,  blood  and  fire, \nYou  saw  Lord  Percy's  host  expire  ! \nWith  faltering  tongue,  you  yet  can  tell \nWhere  some  dear  friend  or  brother  fell ; \nWith  palsied  limbs,  and  glimmering  eyes, \nPoint  to  the  place  where  Warren  lies  ! ' ' \n\nDr.  John  Warren  had  a  portion  of  the  care  of  administering  to  the \nwounded  in  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  and  was  appointed  hospital- \nsurgeon  by  Washington,  during  the  siege  of  Boston :  and  he  was  one \nof  the  detachment  ordered  to  take  possession  of  Boston,  on  its  evacua- \ntion by  the  British  troops.  We  will  present  the  statement  of  Dr.  War- \nren regarding  the  condition  of  the  town  on  the  day  of  its  evacuation, \nas  the  relation  is  too  interesting  to  be  dispensed  with,  and  the  most \nauthentic  statement  extant : \n\n'■'■Marcli  17,  1776. —  This  morning,  all  the  soldiers  belono;infr  to \nBunker  Hill  were  seen  marching  towards  the  ferry ;  soon  after  which, \ntwo  men  went  upon  the  hill,  and  finding  the  posts  entirely  deserted  by \nthe  enemy,  gave  a  signal,  upon  which  a  body  of  our  forces  went  on \nand  took  possession  of  Charlestown.  At  the  same  time,  two  or  three \nthousand  men  were  paraded  at  the  boats  in  Cambridge,  for  the  purpose \n14* \n\n\n162  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  going  to  Boston,  if  there  should  appear  any  probability  of  opposition \nfrom  the  regulars.  The  boats  carried  the  men  to  Sewall's  Point, \n■where  they  landed ;  and,  upon  intelligence  being  received,  from  the \nselectmen  ■who  had  come  out  of  to^wn,  that  all  the  troops  had  left,  only \na  small  body  of  men,  ■who  had  recovered  of  the  small-pox,  ■were  selected \nfrom  several  regiments  to  take  possession  of  the  heights  in  town.  Being \none  of  the  party,  by  permit  from  the  general,  I  had  an  opportunity  of \nseeing  everything  just  as  it  ■was  left,  about  two  hours  before,  by  the \nenemy.  Tayo  redoubts  in  the  neighborhood  of  .IMount  Whoredom \nappeared  to  me  to  be  considerably  strong.  There  were  two  or  three \nhalf  moons  at  the  hill,  upon  the  bottom  of  the  Common,  for  small \narms,  and  there  were  no  ambr osiers  at  the  redoubt  above  mentioned. \nJust  by  the  shore,  opposite  Lechmere's  Point,  is  a  bomb-battery  lined \nwith  plank,  and  faced  with  a  parapet  of  horse-dung,  being  nothing  but \na  simple  line ;  near  it  lies  a  thirteen-inch  mortar,  a  little  moved  from \nits  bed.  This  is  an  exceeding  fine  piece,  being,  as  I  am  sure,  seven \nand  a  half  inches  thick  at  the  muzzle,  and  near  twice  that  over  the \nchamber,  with  an  iron  bed  all  cast  as  one  piece,  the  touch-hole  all \nspiked  up,  and  shot  drove  into  the  bores ;  there  was  only  a  simple  line, \nbeing  plank  filled  with  dirt.  Upon  Beacon  Hill  were  scarcely  more \nthan  the  fortifications  of  nature, —  a  very  insignificant  shallow  ditch, \nwith  a  few  short  pickets,  a  platform,  and  one  twenty-four-pounder,  which \ncould  not  be  brought  to  bear  upon  any  part  of  the  hill.  This  was  left \nspiked  up,  and  the  bore  crammed.  On  Copp's  Hill,  at  the  north,  was \nnothing  more  than  a  few  barrels,  filled  with  dirt,  to  form  parapets. \nThree  twenty-four-pounders,  upon  a  platform,  were  left  spiked  and \ncrammed ;  all  these,  as  well  as  the  others,  on  carriages.  The  parapet \nin  this  fort  and  Beacon  Hill  did  not  at  all  cover  the  men  who  should \nwork  the  cannon.  There  was  a  small  redoubt  behind,  for  small  arms, \nvery  slender  indeed.  On  Fort  Hill  were  only  five  hnes  of  barrels \nfilled  with  earth, —  very  trifling  indeed.  Upon  the  Neck  the  works  were \nstrong,  consisting  of  redoubts,  number  of  lines  with  ambrosier  for  can- \nnon, a  few  of  which  were  left  as  the  others.  A  very  strong  work  at \nthe  old  Fortification,  and  another  near  the  Haymarket.  All  these  were \nditched  and  picketed.  On  Hatch's  Wharf  was  a  battery  of  rafters \nwith  dirt,  and  two  twelve-pounders  left  as  the  others ;  one  of  these  I \nsaw  drilled  out  and  cleared  for  use,  without  damage. \n\n\"A  great  number  of  other  cannon  were  left  at  the  north  and  south \nbatteries,  with  one  or  both  trunnions  beat  off.     Shot  and  shells  were  in \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN,  M.  D.  163 \n\ndivers  parts  of  the  town.  Some  cartridges,  great  quantities  of  Avheat, \nhay,  oil,  medicine,  horses,  and  other  articles  to  the  amount  of  a  great \nsum.  The  houses  I  found  to  be  considerably  abused  inside,  where  they \nhad  been  inhabited  by  the  common  soldiery,  but  the  external  parts  of \nthe  houses  made  a  tolerable  appearance.  The  streets  were  clean,  and, \nupon  the  whole,  the  town  looks  much  better  than  I  expected.  Sev- \neral hundreds  of  houses  were  pulled  down,  but  these  were  very  old \nones.  The  inhabitants  in  general  appeared  to  rejoice  at  our  success, \nbut  a  considerable  number  of  Tories  have  tarried  in  the  town  to  throw \nthemselves  upon  the  mercy  of  the  people ;  the  others  are  aboard  Avith \nthe  shipping,  all  of  which  now  lay  before  the  Castle.  They  appear  to \nhave  gone  off  in  a  hurry.  In  consequence  of  our  having,  the  night \nbefore,  erected  a  fort  upon  Nook  Hill,  which  was  very  near  the  town, \nsome  cannon  were  fired  from  their  lines,  even  this  morning,  to  the \nPoint. \n\n\"  We  now  learn  certainly  that  there  was  an  intention,  in  consequence \nof  a  court-martial  held  upon  the  occasion  of  our  taking  possession  of \nDorchester  Hills,  to  make  an  attack ;  and  three  thousand  men,  under \ncommand  of  Lord  Percy,  went  to  the  Castle  for  the  purpose.  It  was \nthe  intention  to  have  attacked  us,  at  the  same  time,  at  Roxbury  lines. \nIt  appears  that  Gen.  Howe  had  been  very  careful  to  prevent  his  men \nfrom  committing  depredations ;  that  he,  with  other  officers,  had  an \nhigh  opinion  of  Gen.  Washington, —  of  the  army  in  general, —  much \nliigher  than  formerly.  Lord  Percy  said  he  never  knew  us  do  a  foolish \naction  yet,  and  therefore  he  believed  we  would  not  induce  them  to  burn \nthe  town  by  firing  upon  their  fleet.  They  say  they  shall  come  back \nagain  soon.     The  small-pox  is  in  about  ten  or  a  dozen  places  in  town- \n\n'■'■March  20. —  This  evening  they  burn  the  Castle,  and  demolish,  by \nblowing  up,  all  the  fortifications  there ;  they  leave  not  a  building  stand- \ning.\" \n\nBefore  parting  with  this  treasure,  we  will  give  Dr.  Warren's  visit \nto  Charlestown  and  Bunker  Hill,  with  his  reflections  on  the  event, \ninspiring  sensations  not  less  thrilling  than  a  view  of  the  battle-field  of \nWaterloo,  where  Napoleon  met  his  last  great  defeat : \n\n'-'■March  21. —  Our  men  go  upon  the  Castle,  and  soon  begin  to  erect \nnew  fortresses,  as  they  had  begun,  a  day  or  two  before,  on  Fort  Hill : \nand  the  fleet  all  fall  down  into  Nantasket  Road.  The  winds  have  been \nfair  for  them  to  sail,  but  their  not  embracing  the  opportunity  favors  a \nsuspicion  of  some  intended  attack.     It  seems,  indeed,  very  improbable \n\n\n164  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthat  they  will  be  willing  to  leave  us  in  so  disgi-aceful  manner  as  this. \nIt  is  very  surprising  that  they  should  not  burn  the  town,  when  they \nhad  it  entirely  in  their  power  to  do  it.  The  soldiers,  it  appears,  were \nmuch  dissatisfied  at  being  obliged  to  leave  the  town  without  glutting \ntheir  revengeful  tempers  Avith  the  blood  of  the  Yankees. \n\n\"  This  day  I  visit  Charlestown,  and  a  most  melancholy  heap  of  ruins \nit  is.  Scarcely  the  vestiges  of  those  beautiful  buildings  remain,  to  dis- \ntinguish them  from  the  mean  cottages.  The  hill  which  was  the  theatre \nupon  which  the  bloody  tragedy  of  the  17th  of  June  was  acted  com- \nmands the  most  affecting  vicAV  I  ever  saw  in  my  life.  The  walls  of \nmagnificent  buildings,  tottering  to  the  earth,  below :  above,  a  great  num- \nber of  rude  hillocks,  under  which  are  deposited  the  remains  of  clusters \nof  those  deathless  heroes  who  fell  in  the  field  of  battle.  The  scene \nwas  inexpressibly  solemn.  When  I  considered  myself  as  walking  over \nthe  bones  of  many  of  my  worthy  fellow-countrymen,  who  jeoparded \nand  sacrificed  their  lives  in  these  high  places, —  when  I  considered  that \nperhaps,  whilst  I  was  musing  over  the  objects  around  me,  I  might  be \nstanding;  over  the  remains  of  a  dear  brother,  whose  blood  has  stained \nthese  hallowed  walks, — with  veneration  did  this  inspire  me.  How  many \nendearing  scenes  of  fraternal  friendship,  now  past  and  gone  forever,  pre- \nsented themselves  to  my  view !  But  it  is  enough :  the  blood  of  the  inno- \ncent calls  for  vengeance  on  the  guilty  heads  of  the  vile  assassins.  0. \nmay  our  arms  be  strengthened  to  fight  the  battles  of  our  God  !  When \nI  came  to  Bunker  Hill,  I  found  it  exceeding  strong  ;  the  front  parapet, \nabout  thirteen  feet  high  from  the  bottom  of  the  trench,  composed  of \nearth,  containing  plank  supported  by  huge  timber,  with  two  look-outs \nupon  the  top.  In  the  front  of  this  were  two  bastions,  and  a  semi- \ncircular line  with  very  wide  trenches,  and  very  long  picket  as  well  as \ntrenches.  Within,  the  causeway  was  secured  with  a  hedge  and  brush. \nAll  that  part  of  the  main  fort  which  was  not  included  within  the  high \nworks  above-mentioned, —  namely,  the  rear, —  was  secured  by  another \nparapet,  with  a  trench  picketed  inside  as  Avell  as  out. \n\n\"There  was  a  half-moon  which  commanded  the  river  at  the  side. \nThere  was,  moreover,  a  block-house  upon  Schoolhouse  Hill,  enclosed  by \na  very  strong  fence  spiked,  and  a  dungeon  and  block-house  upon  Breed's \nHill,  enclosed  in  a  redoubt  of  earth,  with  trenches  and  pickets ;  the \nworks  which  had  been  cast  up  by  our  forces  had  been  entirely  lev- \nelled.\" \n\nIn  Dr.  Warren's  manuscript  we  find  a  beautiful  and  patriotic  tribute \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN,  M.  D,  165 \n\nto  Gen.  Montgoinerj:  '\"This  brave  man  was  determined  either  to \ntake  Quebec  or  lose  his  hfe.  He  accordingly  died  nobly  on  the  field. \nPlis  course  of  victory  was  short,  rapid,  and  uninterrupted,  but  truly \ngreat  and  glorious.  He  has,  in  his  conquest,  behaved  like  the  hero \nand  hke  the  patriot.  0,  America !  thy  land  is  watering  with  the \nblood  of  thy  richest  sons.  Every  drop  calls  for  vengeance  upon  the \ninfamous  administration  which  authorized  this  unnatural  butchery. \nGod  grant  that,  in  this  great  man's  stead,  and  for  that  of  every  hero \nwho  perishes  in  the  noble  struggle,  double  the  number  may  rise  up! \nPeace  to  his  beloved  shade  !  The  tears  of  a  grateful  country  shall  flow \ncopiously  whilst  they  lament  your  death.  Ten  thousand  ministers  of \nglory  shall  keep  vigils  around  the  sleeping  dust  of  the  invincible  war- \nrior, whilst  the  precious  remains  shall  be  the  resort  of  every  true \npatriot  in  every  future  age ;  and  whilst  the  truly  good  and  great  shall \napproach  the  place  sacred  with  the  dust  of  the  hero,  they  shall  point \nto  the  little  hillock,  and  say,  There  rests  the  great  Montgomery,  who \nbravely  conquered  the  enemies  to  freedom  in  this  province ;  who,  with \nutmost  rapidity,  with  his  all-conquering  arms,  reduced  no  less  than \nthree  strong  fortresses,  and  bravely  died  in  the  noble  attempt  to  take \npossession  of  the  strongest  garrison  upon  the  whole  continent  of  Amer- \nica.    He  died,  it  is  true,  and  in  dying  became  invincible.\" \n\nDr.  Warren  was  in  the  disastrous  action  on  Long  Island.  He  was \nin  the  battles  of  Trenton  and  Princeton,  and  narrowly  escaped  captiv- \nity. In  1777  he  was  appointed  superintending  surgeon  of  the  military \nhospitals  m  Boston,  which  he  occupied  until  the  peace.  Dr.  Warren \nmarried  Abigail,  daughter  of  Gov.  John  Collins,  of  Newport,  R.  I., \nNov.  2,  1777,  by  whom  he  had  five  sons  and  four  daughters.  His \neldest  son,  John  Collins,  the  Astley  Cooper  of  New  England,  has  long \nbeen  the  most  eminent  surgeon  in  Massachusetts,  whose  son,  Jonathan \nMason,  is  destined  to  be  as  elevated  in  surgery  as  his  fathers. \n\nIn  the  year  1780,  according  to  Thacher,  a  contemporary.  Dr.  War- \nren gave  a  course  of  dissections  to  his  colleagues,  with  great  success,  in \nconnection  with  a  series  of  lectures,  in  the  Military  Hospital,  situated \nin  a  pasture  in  the  rear  of  the  present  Massachusetts  General  Hos- \npital, at  the  corner  of  Milton  and  Spring  streets.  They  were  con- \nducted with  the  greatest  secrecy,  owing  to  the  popular  prejudice \nagainst  dissections.  In  1781,  his  lectures,  given  at  the  same  place, \nbecame  public,  when  the  students  of  Harvard  College  were  permitted \nto  attend;   and   at  this   time   he   performed  the  amputation   at  the \n\n\n166  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nshoulder-joint,  with  complete  success.  The  third  course  was  given  in \nthe  year  1782,  at  the  Molineux  House,  located  on  Beacon-street,  oppo- \nsite the  north  side  of  the  State-house.  This,  or  a  preceding  course, \nwas  delivered  at  the  request  of  the  Boston  Medical  Society,  when  Har- \nvard students  attended. \n\nDr.  Warren  was  founder  of  the  medical  institution  of  Harvard  Uni- \nversity, arising  from  these  lectures  ;  and,  on  the  request  of  President \nWillard,  originated  the  plan  for  the  present  medical  institution,  which  was \norganized  in  the  year  1783,  when  three  professors  were  inducted.  Dr. \nWarren  was  at  that  time  appointed  Professor  of  Anatomy  and  Surgery,. \nand  efficiently  performed  the  duties  of  that  station  until  his  decease. \nIn  the  year  1806,  Dr.  John  C.  Warren,  his  son,  was  appointed  adjunct \nprofessor  on  the  same  foundation,  and  continued  in  the  discharge  of \nthe  office  during  the  period  of  forty  years.  Many  a  student,  to  the \nlast  day  of  life,  has  heartily  responded  to  the  fervent  tribute  of  Susanna \nRowson,  to  the  memory  of  Dr.  John  Warren,  which  may  be  applied \nto  the  son  with  like  effect : \n\n\"  How  sweet  was  the  voice  that  instructed  our  youth ! \nWhat  wisdom,  what  science,  that  voice  could  impart ! \nHow  bright  was  that  face,  wliere  tlie  radiance  of  truth \nBeamed  over  each  feature  direct  from  the  heart ! \" \n\nIn  1784,  he  established  the  small-pox  hospital,  at  Point  Shirley. \nIn  1804,  he  was  elected  President  of  the  Massachusetts  Medical  Soci- \nety, and  was  ever  viewed  as  the  Magnus  Apollo,  the  life  and  soul, \nof  that  institution.  He  was  president,  also,  of  the  Massachusetts \nHumane,  Massachusetts  Agricultural,  and  the  Massachusetts  Medical \nsocieties,  of  the  last  of  which  he  was  an  originator,  in  1783. \n\nDr.  Warren  was  of  middling  stature ;  an  elevated  forehead,  black \neyes,  aquiline  nose,  and  hair  retreating  from  the  forehead,  gave  an  air \nof  dignity  to  his  polished  manners,  inspired  by  intercourse  with  officers \nfrom  France.  As  a  lecturer,  his  voice  was  most  harmoniously  sono- \nrous, his  utterance  distinct  and  full,  and  his  language  perspicuous.  His \nperception  was  quick  and  acute,  his  imagination  lively  and  strong,  his \nactions  prompt  and  decided.  The  rapidity  in  all  his  intellectual  oper- \nations constituted  a  very  striking  trait  in  his  character.  Dr.  Warren \ndied  April  14, 1815,  at  his  residence  in  School-street,  of  an  inflamma- \ntion of  the  lungs,  in  connection  with  an  organic  disease  which  had  long \n\n\nBENJAMIN   HIGHBORN.  167 \n\naffected  his  system.  His  remains  are  deposited  under  St.  Paul's \nChurch,  beside  those  of  his  brother,  Gen.  Joseph  Warren. \n\nIn  1782,  Dr.  Warren  dehvered  a  Charge  to  the  Masons,  on  the  fes- \ntival of  St.  John  the  Baptist ;  and,  in  1813,  he  published  a  View  of \nMercurial  Practice  in  Febrile  Disease.  A  eulogy  on  Dr.  Warren  was \npronounced  by  Dr.  James  Jackson,  April  4,  1815,  before  the  Massa- \nchusetts Mechcal  Society;  and  another  eulogy  was  delivered  by  Josiah \nBartlett,  for  the  Massachusetts  Grand  Lodge. \n\nPresident  Quincy,  in  the  History  of  Harvard  University,  remarks \nof  Dr.  Warren,  that  he  \"  has  just  claims  to  be  ranked  among  the  dis- \ntinguished men  of  our  country,  for  his  spirit  as  a  patriot,  his  virtues \nas  a  man,  and  his  preeminent  surgical  skill.  The  qualities  of  his  heart, \nas  well  as  of  his  mind,  endeared  him  to  his  contemporaries.\" \n\n\nBENJAMIN  HIGHBORN. \n\nJULY  4,  1784.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nThe  quotation  herewith,  from  this  patriotic  oration  on  the  union  of \nthe  States,  and  the  dangers  of  an  increased  territory  in  this  repubhc, \ncomes  upon  us  at  this  period  with  great  power. \n\n\"The  American  States,\"  says  Hichborn,  \"seem  by  nature  to  have \nsuch  an  intimate  connection,  that  necessity  will  obhge  them  to  be  close \nfriends,  or  the  most  inveterate  enemies.  Friends  they  may  be  for \nages,  but  cannot  lono;  exist  in  a  state  of  war  with  each  other.  Sepa- \nrated  only  by  mathematical  or  imaginary  lines,  a  very  small  superiority \nof  force  in  either  must  be  fatal  to  the  neighborhood.  Every  acquisi- \ntion will  render  the  victorious  party  more  irresistible  ;  and  in  propor- \ntion as  the  conquerors  advance,  the  power  of  opposing  them  will  be \nlessened,  till  the  whole  are  subdued  by  a  rapacious  discontented  part. \nBut  experience  having  taught  us  that  the  force  of  government  is  gen- \nerally lessened  in  proportion  to  the  extent  of  territory  over  Avhich  it \nis  to  be  exerted,  we  must  expect,  in  a  country  like  this,  inhabited  by \nmen  too  sensible  of  their  right's  to  rest  easy  under  a  control  founded  iu \nfraud  and  supported  by  oppression,  that  discontent  will  break  out  in \nevery  quarter,  till,  by  the  clashing  of  various  powers,  a  new  division \n\n\n4- \n\n\n168  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nof  territory  Avill  take  place,  wliicli  must  soon  be  succeeded  with  fresh \nquarrels,  similar  to  those  which  disturbed  the  original  tranquillity.  Thus \nthis  happy  land,  formed  for  the  seat  of  freedom  and  resort  of  the  dis- \ntressed, may,  like  other  countries,  in  her  turn,  become  a  prey  to  the \nrestless  temper  of  her  own  inhabitants.  But  should  any  of  the  States, \npressed  by  unequal  force,  call  in  the  aid  of  some  foreign  power,  the \nconsequences  must  be  equally  ruinous.  A  demand  of  foreign  aid  in \none  State  will  produce  a  similar  application  from  another,  till  America \nbecomes  the  common  theatre  on  which  all  the  warlike  powers  on  earth \nshall  be  engaged.  But  since  this  combined  force,  without  an  adequate \npower  somewhere  to  give  it  a  proper  direction,  can  only  operate  like  a \nmass  of  unanimated  matter  to  check  and  destroy  the  natural  activity \nof  the  body  from  whence  it  originates,  it  becomes  an  object  of  the  last \nimportance  to  form  some  great  continental  arrangements.\" \n\n\nJOHN   GARDINER. \n\nJULY  4,  1785.    FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nThe  nervous  and  comprehensive  oration  of  John  Gardiner,  showing \na  relation  of  some  of  the  historical  causes  of  the  Revolution,  states \nthat  an  event  occurred  in  the  fifth  year  of  Queen  Anne,  of  vast  import- \nance to  this  country.  \"A  statute  was  passed  for  the  union  of  the  two \nkingdoms  of  England  and  Scotland ;  by  the  fourth  article  of  which,  it \nis  declared  that  all  the  subjects  of  the  United  Kingdom  shall  have  full \nfreedom  of  trade  and  navigation  to  any  port  within  the  United  King- \ndom, and  the  dominions  thereto  belonging ;  and  that  there  should  be  a \n(Communication  of  all  other  rights  which  belonged  to  the  subjects  of \neither  kingdom.  By  this  article,  our  tender,  nursing  mother, —  as  she \nhas  most  filsely  and  impudently  been  called, —  without  consulting  our \nlegislative  bodies,  or  asking  the  consent  of  any  one  individual  of  our \n(•ountrymen, —  assumed  upon  herself  to  convey,  as  stock  in  trade, \none  full  undivided  moiety  of  all  the  persons,  and  all  the  estates  and \nproperty,  of  the  freemen  of  America,  to  an  alien,  who  will  prove  a \nharsh,  cruel,  and  unrelenting  stepmother.  Then,  too  much  blinded \nwith  foolish  affection  for  that  country  whose  oppressions  had  forced  our \n\n\nJOHlJ    GARDINER.  169 \n\nstern,  free-minded  progenitors  into  these  remote  regions  of  the  world, \n—  into  an  howling  and  a  savage  wilderness, —  hke  children  not  yet \nattained  to  the  years  of  reason  and  discretion,  who  inconsiderately  sup- \npose their  parent  ever  in  the  right,  our  predecessors  sat  quiet  under  the \narbitrary  disposition,  nor  once  murmured  aloud  at  the  unnatural,  and \nto  us  iniquitous,  transaction. \n\n\"Our  new  parent,  Great  Britain,  then  made  our  kings,  appointed  our \ngovernors,  and  kindly  sent  many  of  her  needy  sons  to  live  upon  the \nfruits  of  our  toil ;  to  reap  where  neither  she  nor  they  had  sown,  and \nto  fill  the  various  offices  which  she  had  generally  created  here,  for  her \nand  their  own  emolument.  Every  twentieth  cousin  of  an  alehouse- \nkeeper,  who  had  a  right  of  voting  in  the  election  of  a  member  of  Par- \nliament, was  cooked  up  into  a  gentleman,  and  sent  out  here  commis- \nsioned to  insult  the  hand  that  gave  him  daily  bread.  Although  greatly \ndispleased  with  these  injurious  proceedings,  we  submitted  to  the  harsh \nhand  of  our  unfeeling,  selfish  stepmother,  nor  once  remonstrated  against \nthese,  her  unjust,  her  cruel  usurpations.\" \n\nJohn,  son  of  Dr.  Sylvester  Gardiner,  was  born  at  Boston,  in  the  year \n1731.  He  was  in  early  life  sent  to  England,  and  entered  on  the  study \nof  law  at  the  Inner  Temple.  He  was  admitted  to  practice  in  the \ncourts  of  Westminster  Hall,  and  became  an  intimate  friend  of  Church- \nill, the  famous  poet.  Whilst  reading  law  in  the  Temple,  he  formed  an \nacquaintance  with  Lord  Mansfield,  with  whom  he  became  a  favorite ; \nand,  having  the  assurance  of  his  patronage,  he  commenced  legal  prac- \ntice, with  every  prospect  of  rising  in  England  to  considerable  emi- \nnence. But,  being  eccentric  in  character,  fearless  and  independent  in \naction,  he  adopted  Whig  principles,  and,  to  the  surprise  of  Lord  Mans- \nfield, appeared  as  junior  counsel  in  the  famous  case  of  John  Wilkes, \nthe  reformer ;  and  argued  with  success  in  the  defence  of  Beardmore \nand  Meredith,  who,  for  writings  in  support  of  Wilkes,  had  been  impris- \noned on  a  general  warrant.  His  zeal  on  this  occasion  blasted  all  hope \nof  favor  from  court  or  Tory  influence.  In  reference  to  Mr.  Gardiner's \nefibrts  in  these  trials,  there  now  remains  in  the  possession  of  Wilham \nH.  Gardiner,  his  grandson,  and  a  counsellor-at-law,  a  valuable  and \nbeautiful  piece  of  plate,  bearing  this  inscription  : \n\n\"  'Pro  libertate  semper  strenuus.' \n\n\"To  John  Gardiner,  Esq.,  tliis  waiter  is  presented  by  Arthur  Beard- \nmore,  as  a  small  token  of  gratitude,  for  pleading  his  cause,  and  that \n15 \n\n\n170  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  his  clerk,  David  Meredith,  against  the  Earl  of  Halifax,  then  Sec- \nretary of  State,  for  false  imprisonment,  under  his  warrant,  commonly \ncalled  a  Secretary  of  State's  warrant,  that  canker  of  English  Ub- \nerty.— 1766.\" \n\nHe  practised  a  period  at  South  Wales,  Haverford  West,  where  he  mar- \nried Margaret  Harris.     Their  eldest  son,  John  Sylvester  John,  was  born \nJune,  1765,  in  Haverford  West,  and  educated  under  the  tuition  of  the \ncelebrated  Dr.  Samuel  Parr,  in  England.     In  1766,  Mr.  Gardiner \nwas  appointed  chief-justice  of  the  province  of  New  York,  which  was \ndeclined.     Mr.  Gardiner,  having  been  appointed  attorney-general  in \nthe  island  of  St.  Christopher,  removed  his  family  to  the  West  Indies, \nwhere  he  continued  until  the  close  of  the  American  Revolution,  in \n1783,  when  he  removed  his  family  to  Boston,  where  he  soon  became \nan  eminent  barrister-at-law,  and  distinguished  himself  by  the  highly \nlearned  oration  pronounced  July  4,  1785.     The  notes  at  the  end  of \ntliis  production,  exceeding  in  matter  the  text,  are  of  great  historic  value. \nIn  the  next  year,  Mr.  Gardiner  settled  at  Pownalboro',  Maine,  where \nhe  was  elected  a  representative  to  the  Massachusetts  Legislature,  and \nwas  an  ardent  advocate  for  the  abolition  of  special  pleading,  but  was \ndefeated.     He  eflfected,  however,  an  abolition  of  the  law  of  primogen- \niture.    On  Jan.  26,  1792,  Mr.  Gardiner  strenuously  vindicated  the \nestablishment  of  the  Boston  Theatre,  in  the  Legislature,  and  was \ndecidedly  opposed  by  Samuel  Adams  and  Harrison  Gray  Otis.     His \nspeech  was  published,  and  was  entitled  \"The  E.xpediency  of  Repeahng \nthe  Law  against  Theatrical  Exhibitions.\"     This  essay  elicited  from  a \nRoman  Catholic  priest  —  one  John  Thayer  —  some  strictures  on  what \nhe  viewed  to  be  \"not  solid  arguments.\"     Mr.  Gardiner  replied,  over \nthe  signature  of  Barebones,  with  great  warmth  and  bitterness.     The \ncontroversy  continued  for  some   time,   and   originated   the   following \n\nepigram : \n\n\"  Thayer  squibs  at  Gardiner,  —  Gardiner  bangs  at  Thayer,  — \nA  contest  quite  beneath  the  public  care  ; \nEach  calls  the  other  fool,  and  rails  so  long, \n'T  is  hard  to  say  that  either  's  in  the  wrong.\" \n\nThis  production  is  probably  the  most  scholastic  argument  in  defence \nof  the  stage  ever  written  by  an  American ;  and  it  was  in  this  speech \nthat  Charles  Jarvis  was  first  termed  \"  the  towering  bald  eagle  of  the \nBoston  seat.\"  \"  If  the  door  be  opened  to  the  repeal  of  the  act  against \nthe  stage,\"  said  Gardiner,  \"there  can  be  no  doubt  but  that,  in  time, \n\n\nJOHN   GARDINER.  171 \n\nthis  country  will  produce  poets  who  may  tower  into  the  sublimest \npaths  of  tragedy,  and  lightly  tread  along  the  smiling,  flowery  road  of \nchaste  comedy.  But  if  in  sullen  silence  the  door  is  to  be  forever  kept \nshut,  and  this  Gothic  statute  is  to  remain  unrepealed,  our  genius  will \nbe  stifled,  and  our  ears  will  continue  to  be  harassed  with  nothing  better \nthan  the  untuned  screechino;s  of  the  dull  votaries  of  old  Sternhold  and \nHopkins  !  \"  In  the  same  year  he  published  A  Dissertation  on  the \nAncient  Poetry  of  the  Romans,  in  which  he  said,  when  contrasting  the \nRoman  church  with  the  English  Established  church  :  \"  The  first  of \ntheir  thirty-nine  articles  is  superstitious,  contradictory,  and  unintel- \nligible :  for,  if  the  first  part  of  that  article  be  true,  to  a  plain,  honest \nmind,  the  latter  part  thereof  cannot,  in  my  opinion,  be  also  true ;  and \nif  the  latter  part  be  true,  it  is  a  direct  contradiction  of  the  first  part, \nfor  the  second  person  there  mentioned  had  parts  and  passions.  Their \ndignified  clergy  claim  an  heavenly,  or  divine,  hereditary  succession, \nand  to  have  a  certain  spiritual  something  bottled  in  their  carcasses, \nwhich  they  can  communicate  to  whom  they  please,  and  which  none  but \nthemselves,  and  those  whom  they  touch  for  that  purpose,  can  possess \nor  enjoy.  They  deny  transubstantiation,  and  yet  they  cherish  con- \nsubstantiation,  which  differs  only  in  the  name.  In  short,  they  are  in \na  very  small  degree  removed  from  the  Mother  of  Harlots.\"  The  opin- \nions of  John  Gardiner,  barrister,  are  wide  apart  from  John  Sylvester \nJohn,  his  son,  the  divine,  who  published  a  very  learned  discourse, \nentitled  \"A  Preservative  against  Unitarianism,\"  at  Boston,  in  1810, \nwherein  he  thus  contemptuously  lashes  the  Unitarians  :  \"No  faction \nwas  ever  more  active  in  spreading  its  tenets  than  the  Unitarians.  In \nEngland  they  have  long  conducted  the  most  popular  magazines  and \nreviews,  and  here  they  are  eager  to  seize  on  every  avenue  to  the  pub- \nlic eye  and  ear.  Erom  the  slight  opposition  which  they  have  encoun- \ntered, they  really  seem  to  imagine  that  they  are  the  only  wise,  and  that \nall  learning  and  genius  are  confined  to  themselves.  But  if  there  be  a \nman  of  supereminent  talents  among  them,  let  him  be  pointed  out.  I \nknow  him  not.  The  pert  conceit,  the  supercilious  sneer,  the  claim  to \ninfalHbility,  the  declamation  against  bigotry  and  superstition,  by  which \nthey  mean  belief  in  the  essential  doctrines  of  Christianity,  may  excite \nadmiration  among  the  thoughtless  and  superficial,  but  will  gain  them \nlittle  credit  with  the  sensible  and  reflecting.  The  Unitarians  are  for- \never harping  upon  candor  and  liberality,  which  they  display  by  ineffa- \nble contempt  for  all  sects  but  their  own.     The  candor  of  a  Unitarian \n\n\n172  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nresembles  the  humanity  of  a  revolutionary  Frenchman.  It  is  entirely \nconfined  to  \\\\'ords ;  and  I  will  venture  to  affirm  that  no  greater  out- \nrages against  good  manners  can  be  found  than  in  the  writings  of  their \nleaders,  Wakefield,  Belsham,  and  Priestley.  But  let  them  measure \ntheir  own  moderate  stature  with  the  gigantic  dimensions  of  a  Bacon,  a \nMilton,  and  a  Johnson,  and  perhaps  they  will  be  candid  enough  to \nallow  that  all  genius  and  knowledge  are  not  confined  to  Unitarians, \nand  that  a  man  may  be  a  Trinitarian  without  being  necessarily  either  a \nblockhead  or  a  hypocrite.\" \n\nIn  1785,  John  Gardiner  took  an  active  part  in  the  alteration  of  the \nLiturgy  in  the  Common  Prayer,  being  on  a  committee,  with  Perez  Mor- \nton and  others,  of  King's  Chapel  church,  striking  out  the  doctrine  of \nthe  Trinity.  Dr.  Sylvester  Gardiner,  long  a  warden  of  King's  Chapel, \nwas  the  fiither  of  the  subject  of  this  article,  of  whom  John  Adams  said, \nthat  \"he  had  a  thin,  grasshopper  voice,  and  an  affected  squeak;  a \nmeagre  visage,  and  an  awkward,  unnatural  complaisance.\"  Barrister \nGardiner  was  a  ripe  scholar,  a  rare  wit,  and  the  most  vigorous  Avriter \nof  his  day;  but  highly  sarcastic  and  vituperative  toward  his  opponents. \nHe  was  a  zealous  politician,  learned  in  his  profession,  of  tenacious \nmemory,  and  of  nervous  eloquence. \n\nWhen  on  his  passage  to  the  General  Court  of  Massachusetts,  in  the \npacket  Londoner,  wrecked  off\"  Cape  Ann  in  a  storm,  he  was  drowned, \nOctober,  1793,  where  his  chest  of  clothing  floated  ashore. \n\n\nJONATHAN   LORING  AUSTIN. \n\nJULY   4,  1786.     FOR  THE   TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  smooth  and  animated  oration  of  Mr.  Austin,  glowing  with \npatriotic  fervor,  it  is  said  :  \"  What  country,  my  friends,  can  produce \nso  many  events,  in  the  course  of  a  few  years,  as  must  ever  distinguish \nthe  American  page, —  a  young  continent,  contending  with  a  nation \n■whose  establishment  had  been  for  ages,  and  whose  armies  had  con- \nquered the  powers  of  the  world  ?  What  spirit,  short  of  an  heavenly \nenthusiasm,    could   have   animated  these  infant   colonies,   boldly  to \n\n\nJ0NATIIA5r   LORING   AUSTIN.  173 \n\nrenounce  the  arbitrary  mandates  of  a  British  Parliament,  and,  instead \nof  fawning  hke  suppliants,  to  arm  themselves  for  their  common  defence? \nYou  dared  to  appeal  to  that  God  who  first  planted  the  principles  of \nnatural  freedom  in  the  human  breast, — principles  repeatedly  impressed \non  our  infant  minds  by  our  great  and  glorious  ancestors  ;  and  may \nyonder  sun  be  shorn  of  its  beams,  ere  their  descendants  forget  the \nheavenly  admonitions  ! \n\n\"  When  I  behold  so  many  worthy  patriots,  who,  during  the  late  glo- \nrious struggle,  have  shone  conspicuous  in  the  cabinet  and  in  the  field, \n—  when  I  read  in  each  smiling  face  and  placid  eye  the  happy  occasion \nfor  joy  andgratulation, — the  transporting  subject  fires  my  bosom,  and, \nwith  emotions  of  pleasure,  I  congratulate  my  country  on  the  return  of \nthis  anniversary.  Hail,  auspicious  day !  an  era  in  the  American \nannals  to  be  ever  remembered  with  joy,  while,  as  a  sovereign  and \nindependent  nation,  these  United  States  can  maintain  with  honor  and \napplause  the  character  they  have  so  gloriously  acquired  !  How  shall \nwe  maintain,  as  a  nation,  our  respectability,  should  be  the  grand  sub- \nject of  inquiry.  This  is  the  object  to  which  we  must  attend  ;  for  the \nmoment  America  sullies  her  name,  by  forfeiting  her  honor,  the  fame \nshe  has  acquired  from  the  heroism  of  her  sons,  and  the  virtues  she \nhas  displayed  in  the  midst  of  her  distress,  will  only  serve,  like  a  train \nof  mourners,  to  attend  the  funeral  of  her  glory.  But,  by  a  due  culti- \nvation of  manners,  a  firm  adherence  to  the  faith  we  have  pledged^  an \nunion  in  council,  a  refinement  in  sentiment,  a  liberality  and  benevo- \nlence of  conduct,  we  shall  render  ourselves  happy  at  home  and \nrespectable  abroad ;  our  constellation  will  brighten  in  the  political  hem- \nisphere, and  the  radiance  of  our  stars  sparkle  Avith  increasing  lustre.\" \n\nJonathan  Loring,  son  of  Hon.  Benjamin  Austin,  was  born  at  Bos- \nton, Jan.  2,  1748 :  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1755  ;  graduated  at \nHarvard  College  in  1766,  on  which  occasion  he  delivered  the  first  Eng- \nlish oration  ever  assigned  to  a  candidate  for  the  bachelor's  degree.  The \nrecent  repeal  of  the  Stamp  Act  had  spread  universal  joy  among  the \npeople,  and  naturally  superseded  all  classical  subjects  for  such  an  occa- \nsion. The  boldness  of  some  of  the  sentiments  was  not  much  approved \nby  the  faculty,  and  had  well-nigh  cost  the  candidate  the  honors  of  his \nclass.  Mr.  Austin's  father  was  of  the  Council,  and  a  selectman  in  Bos- \nton in  1775,  whose  upright  and  venerable  form,  large,  white  wig,  scarlet \nroquelot,  and  gold-headed  cane,  were  the  personification  of  the  man- \nners and  dress  of  that  period. \n\n15* \n\n\n174  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nAfter  leaving  Cambridge,  Mr.  Austin  commenced  business  as  a  mer- \nchant, in  Portsmouth,  N.  II.  He  was  appointed  a  major  in  a  volun- \nteer regiment,  under  the  command  of  the  late  Gov.  Langdon,  raised \nfor  the  protection  of  that  place.  On  tho  commencement  of  hostilities, \nhe  became  aid-de-camp  to  Gen.  Sullivan ;  but  being  about  that  period \nappointed  Secretary  of  the  Board  of  War  in  IMassachusetts.  he  directly \naccepted  the  latter  situation,  which  he  sustained  until  October,  1777. \nMr,  Austin  married  Miss  Hannah  Ivors. \n\nWhen  it  became  probable  that  Gen.  Gates  and  the  northern  army \nwould  be  able  by  their  success  to  counterbalance  the  loss  of  Philadel- \nj)hia  and  the  gloomy  character  of  the  southern  campaign,  the  executive \nCouncil  of  Massachusetts  resolved  to  transmit  the  intelligence  by  a \nsafe  and  early  conveyance  to  the  American  Commissioners  at  Paris. \nFor  this  purpose  a  vessel  was  chartered  at  Boston,  and  Mr.  Austin \nwas  appointed  a  special  messenger.  As  soon  as  the  official  despatches \nof  the  surrender  of  Gen.  Burgoyne  could  be  prepared,  Mr.  Austin \nsailed  from  Boston,  October,  1777.  It  would  seem  that  the  feeble \nresources  of  the  State  were  exhausted  by  the  expense  of  the  vessel. \nTheir  messenger  was  allowed  to  provide  his  cabin  stores  at  his  own \ncharge,  and  to  trust  to  the  effect  of  his  intelligence  for  the  means  of \ncompensation.  The  pious  habit  of  New  England  did  not  at  that  time \npermit  a  voyage  to  Europe,  without  proposing  a  note  at  church  on  the \nSunday  previous,  for  the  prayers  of  the  congregation.  Such  was \naccordingly  offered  at  the  Old  Brick,  where  his  father's  family  wor- \nshipped. The  good  Dr.  Chauncy,  though  not  gifted  like  Dr.  Cooper \nin  prayer,  was  on  this  occasion  strongly  excited.  lie  thanked  the  Lord \nmost  fervently  for  the  great  and  glorious  event  which  required  the \ndeparture  of  a  special  messenger.  He  prayed  that  it  might  pull  down \nthe  haughty  spirit  of  our  enemies ;  that  it  might  warm  and  inspirit  our \nfriends ;  that  it  might  be  the  means  of  procuring  peace,  so  anxiously \ndesired  by  all  good  men ;  and  he  prayed  that  no  dehiy  might  retard \nthe  arrival  in  Europe  of  the  packet  which  conveyed  this  great  news. \nHe  invoked  a  blessing,  as  desired,  on  the  person  who  was  about  to \nexpose  himself  to  the  dangers  of  the  deep  to  carry  this  wonderful  intel- \nligence across  the  mighty  waters ;  but,  said  he,  good  Lord,  whatever,  in \nthy  wise  providence,  thou  seest  best  to  do  with  the  young  man,  we \nbeseech  thee  most  fervently,  at  all  events,  to  preserve  the  packet.  The \nvessel  arrived  at  Nantes,  November,  1777. \n\nThe  commissioners  had  assembled  at  Dr.  Franklin's  apartments,  on \n\n\nJONATHAN  LORINQ   AUSTIN.  175 \n\nthe  rumor  that  a  special  messenger  had  arrived,  and  were  too  impatient \nto  suffer  a  moment's  delay.  They  received  him  in  the  court-yard. \nBefore  he  had  time  to  alight,  Dr.  Frankhn  addressed  him,  —  \"  Sir,  is \nPhiladelphia  taken?  \"  \"  Yes,  sir  !  \"  The  old  gentleman  clasped  his \nhands,  and  went  to  the  hotel.  \"  But,  sir,  I  have  greater  news  than \nthat;  General  Burgoyne  and  his  whole  army  are  prisoners  of  war !  \" \nThe  effect  was  electrical.  The  despatches  were  scarcely  read  before \nthey  were  put  under  copy.  Mr.  Austin  was  himself  impressed  into \ntlie  service  of  transcribing  them.  Communication  was,  without  delay, \nmade  to  the  French  ministry.  Lord  Stormont,  the  English  ambassa- \ndor, left  Paris,  and,  on  the  6th  of  December,  official  information  was \ngiven  to  the  American  commissioners  that  the  king  recognized  the \nindependence  of  the  United  States.  Treaties  to  that  effect,  and  for \ncommerce  and  alliance,  were  negotiated  and  signed  in  sixty  days  from \nthat  date ;  and  the  American  commissioners,  who  before  were  obliged \nalmost  to  keep  themselves  prisoners,  were  received  into  favor  at  court, \nand  into  unbounded  popularity  through  all  France. \n\nDr.  Franklin  transferred  to  Mr.  Austin  the  affection  of  a  father,  as \nif  he  had  been  not  merely  the  messenger,  but  the  cause,  of  this  glorious \ninformation.  He  took  him  directly  into  his  family,  constituted  him  an \nadditional  private  secretary,  and  continued  towards  him  the  kindest \nregards  during  the  whole  period  of  his  abode  in  France.  Often,  at \nbreakfast  or  other  occasions  of  their  meeting,  the  old  gentleman  would \nbreak  from  one  of  those  musings  in  which  it  was  his  habit  to  indulge, \nand,  clasping  his  hands  together,  exclaim,  \"  0  !  Mr.  Austin,  you \nbrought  glorious  news  !  \"  He  made  it  a  matter  of  etiquette  that  Mr. \nAustin  should  accompany  him  wherever  he  was  invited.  He  held  him \nat  his  bedside  during  the  intervals  of  the  painful  disease  with  which  he \nwas  visited  ;  taught  him  to  play  chess,  that  he  might  have  some  con- \nstant cause  for  the  enjoyment  of  his  society,  to  heap  upon  him  every \nmark  of  personal  attachment  during  the  period  of  nearly  two  years  of \nhis  residence  in  France. \n\nDr.  Franklin  was  from  that  moment  the  object  of  unbounded  curi- \nosity and  interest.  The  saloons  of  Paris  were  incomplete  without  his \npresence.  There  was  an  enthusiasm  excited  concerning  him,  which \nbrought  him  into  all  the  most  beautiful  society  of  that  great  metropolis, \nand  in  which  his  dress  and  simplicity  of  appearance  formed  a  singular \ncontrast  to  the  rich  and  splendid  attire  of  all  others  of  the  company. \nThe  young  American,  it  may  well  be  imagined,  was  delighted  with  the \n\n\n176  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nsplendor  and  fascinfitions  of  these  novel  scenes  ;  and  migtt  have  found \nin  their  allurements  a  too  dangerous  occupation,  if  the  cause  of  all  this \nattraction  had  not  extended  to  him  as  \"well  the  watchfulness  of  a  father \nas  the  kindness  of  a  friend. \n\nA  rigid  etiquette  controlled  the  court  dress,  of  which  a  sword  and \nbag  Avere  indispensable  parts.  The  costume,  which  was  regulated  by \nthe  season,  was  so  strictly  enforced,  that  admission  was  refused  to  him \nwho  wore  lace  ruffles  when  the  time  required  cambric  ;  but  a  sword \nwas  as  inappropriate  to  FrankUn  as  it  would  be  in  the  hands  of  a \nwoman,  and  he  determined  to  go  unarmed.  This  resolution  aston- \nished the  chamberlain  of  the  palace,  and  delayed,  for  a  time,  the \npresentation  of  the  American  commissioners.  But  Franklin  knew  his \nground  ;  and,  although  it  is  not  probable  he  would  have  sacrificed  the \nadvantage  of  an  introduction  at  court  to  any  vain  regard  to  costume, \nhe  determined,  if  possible,  to  appear  in  the  simple  fashion  of  his  own \ncountry.  The  privilege  was  accorded  to  him,  and  the  novelty  of  his \nappearance  served  to  increase  admiration  for  his  character. \n\nAttended  by  his  suite,  he  had  a  pubhc  audience  of  the  king,  and \nwas  introduced  to  the  private  circle  of  the  queen;  and  from  that \nmoment,  everything  Franklin,  and  everything  American,  was  first  in \nstyle  in  the  gay  coteries  of  the  French  capital.  Dr.  Franklin's \nquarters  became  the  point  of  attraction  to  all  that  was  distinguished  or \ndesirous  of  being  prominent  in  philosophy  or  fashion,  in  politics  and \ntaste  ;  and  the  duty  of  receiving  and  attending  to  their  numerous  calls \ngenerally  devolved  on  Loring  Austin.  Ten  thousand  marks  of  per- \nsonal kindness  which  were  lavished  on  Dr.  Franklin  could  not  but \nsometimes  excite  the  good-natured  jealousy  of  the  other  commissioners, \nwho,  though  his  equals  in  political  rank,  seemed  to  be  forgotten  entirely \nby  the  French  people  ;  and  it  required  some  address,  certainly,  on  the \npart  of  Franklin,  to  preserve  harmony.  Among  numberless  similar \ninstances  of  the  consideration  in  which  he  was  held,  a  large  cake  was \nsent,  one  morning,  to  the  commissioners'  apartment,  inscribed,  \"  Le \ndigne  Franklin,\"  or,  For  the  worthy  Frankhn.  \"  We  have,\"  said \none  of  the  gentlemen,  \"  as  usual,  to  thank  you  for  our  accommodations, \nand  to  appropriate  your  present  to  our  joint  use.\"  \"  Not  at  all,\"  said \nFranklin :  \"  this  must  be  intended  for  all  the  commissioners,  only  these \nFrench  people  cannot  write  English.  They  mean,  no  doubt,  '  Lee, \nDean,  Franklin.'  \"  \"That  might  answer,\"  said  Mr.  Lee;  \"  but  we \nknow,  whenever  they  remember  us  at  all,  they  always  put  you  first.\" \n\n\nJONATHAN   LORING   AUSTIN.  177 \n\nThe  capture  of  Burgoyne,  and  the  French  alliance,  changed  wholly \nthe  character  of  the  American  cause,  and  it  began  to  be  believed  in \nEurope  that  the  independence  of  the  Colonies  might  be  maintained. \nThe  members  of  the  English  opposition  in  Parliament  maintained  a \ncorrespondence  with  Dr.  Franklin ;  and  it  has  been  said  that  he  Avas \nprivately  visited  in  Paris  by  more  than  one  of  them.  The  ministry,  it \nwas  known,  was  desirous  of  keeping  the  nation  in  great  ignorance  of \nthe  state  of  American  aifairs.  Little  confidence  was  placed  in  their \naccounts  ;  and  the  most  intelligent  men  sought  information  from  other \nsources,  and  especially  through  France.  The  Americans  in  England \nwere  principally  loyalists,  and  the  fairness  of  their  representations  was \nliable  to  suspicion.  There  was  in  the  conduct  and  constitution  of \nAmerican  affairs  a  great  departure  from  the  usual  course  of  European \npolitics :  —  the  mode  of  government,  the  strength,  resources  and \nprospects  of  the  country,  were  little  understood ;  —  how  the  war  was \nconducted,  when  there  was  none  of  that  machinery  which  was  thought \nindispensable  to  raise  taxes,  support  armies,  and  enforce  authority. \nThey  were  desirous  of  having  these  matters  explained,  especially  as \nthe  enemies  of  the  American  cause  made  this  the  constant  theme  for \ntheir  prophecy  of  ruin.  To  communicate  this  information  in  an \nauthentic  and  satisfactory  manner,  to  explain  and  illustrate  the  actual \nstate  of  things  in  the  United  States,  it  was  thought  could  best  be \ndone  by  personal  interviews  with  some  intelligent  and  confidential  per- \nson ;  and  Dr.  Franklin  proposed  a  mission  for  this  purpose  to  Loring \nAustin.  It  may  readily  be  supposed  that  the  young  American  acceded \nto  this  proposal  with  pleasure. \n\nThe  business  was  in  a  high  degree  confidential ;  and,  as  preparatory \nto  it,  Franldin  required  of  Austin  to  burn  in  his  presence  every  letter \nwhich  he  had  brought  from  his  friends  in  America,  —  in  exchange  for \nwhich  he  gave  him  two  letters,  Avhich  he  assured  him  would  open  an \neasy  communication  to  whatever  w^as  an  object  of  interest  or  curiosity, \neither  among  men  or  things.  One  difficulty  had,  however,  nearly \ndestroyed  this  plan.  Franklin  was  unwilling  that  Austin  should  be \nknown,  lest  his  connection  with  the  commissioners  in  France  might  be \nsuspected.  But  he  had  many  relatives  in  England  of  distinction,  and \nwas,  besides,  personally  acquainted  with  all  the  loyalists  who  had  left \nBoston.  Trusting,  however,  to  his  prudence,  and  enjoining  on  him \nthe  most  scrupulous  attention  to  preserve  from  all  but  the  proper  per- \n\n\n178  THE    HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nsons  the  secret  of  his  connection  with  the  commissioners,  Franklin \nfurnished  him  with  the  means  of  a  passage  to  England. \n\nProbably  no  American  ever  visited  England  under  more  fortunate \ncircumstances  than  did  Loring  Austin.  Few  of  our  countrymen  have \nthe  means  of  associating  with  the  rank  and  wealth  of  that  nation. \nThose  who  gain  this  access  by  means  of  official  station  maintain  a  cold \nand  formal  intercourse,  limited  in  its  character,  and  confined  to  official \ncircles.  But  the  letters  of  Dr.  Franklin,  and  the  desire  that  was  felt \nby  the  leaders  of  the  opposition  to  see  and  converse  with  an  intelligent \nAmerican,  who  had  the  confidence  of  that  eminent  man,  and  was  from \nthe  country  of  their  absorbing  interest,  brought  Loring  Austin  into \nfamiliar  personal  intercourse  with  the  master  spirits  of  the  age. \n\nIn  narrating  the  progress  of  his  commission,  Mr.  Austin  writes : \n\"My  time  passes  with  so  little  of  the  appearance  of  business,  that  if  I \nwas  not  assured  it  was  otherwise,  I  should  think  myself  without  useful \nemployment.  The  mornings  I  devote  to  seeing  such  objects  of  curi- \nosity or  interest  as  I  am  advised  to,  and  wholly  according  to  my  own \ninclination.  I  attend  constantly  the  debates  of  Parliament,  to  which \nI  have  ready  admission ;  and  have  been  particularly  enjoined  to \nattend,  that  I  may  not  miss  any  question  on  our  affairs.  Dinner,  — \nor,  as  it  ought  to  be  called,  supper,  —  which  follows  afterward,  is \nthe  time  allotted  to  conversation  on  the  affairs  of  our  country.  I  am \ninvariably  detained  to  parties  of  this  kind,  sometimes  consisting  of \nseven  or  eight,  and  sometimes  of  the  number  of  twenty.  The  com- \npany is  ahvays  composed  of  members  of  Parliament,  with  very  few \nadditions ;  indeed,  I  do  not  know  of  any  ;  and  no  question  which  you \ncan  conceive  is  omitted,  to  all  which  I  give  such  answers  as  my  knowl- \nedge permits.  I  am  sadly  puzzled  with  the  various  titles  which  differ- \nent ranks  require.  Mj  small  knowledge  of  French  prevented  this \ntrouble  in  Paris ;  but  here  I  frequently  find  myself  at  fault,  which \nsubjects  me  to  embarrassment,  that  is  yet  forgiven  to  a  stranger.\" \n\nA  constant  and  familiar  intercourse  with  whatever  was  noble  or \nlearned  or  eminent  in  tlie  British  capital  must  have  made  this  a  most \ndelightful  winter  in  London  to  a  young  American,  educated  in  the  plain \nhabits  of  New  England.  Mr.  Austin  was  domesticated  in  the  family \nof  the  Earl  of  Shelburne ;  placed  under  the  particular  care  of  his  chap- \nlain, the  celebrated  Dr.  Priestley ;  introduced  to  the  king,  then  a  youth ; \nin  company  with  Mr.  Fox,  present  at  all  the  coteries  of  the  opposition, \nand  called  upon  to  explain  and  defend  the  cause  and  character  of \n\n\nJONATHAN   LORING   AUSTIN.  179. \n\nIlls  countrymen,  in  the  freedom  of  colloquial  discussion,  before  the \ngreatest  geniuses  of  the  age,  against  the  doubts  of  some,  the  ridicule \nof  others,  the  censure  of  many,  and  the  inquiries  of  all. \n\nThe  communications  made  by  Mr.  Austin  were  calculated  to  explain \nthe  condition  and  circumstances  of  his  countrymen,  to  give  a  better \nconception  of  their  physical  and  moral  strength,  to  do  away  the \nimpression  of  their  being  at  variance  among  themselves,  to  explain \nwhat  might  otherwise  lead  to  a  belief  of  their  want  of  harmony  ;  and, \nby  stating  facts  whicli,  with  the  minuteness  that  was  known  to  him, \nhis  hearers  could  not  be  acquainted  with,  he  effected  a  very  useful \nimpression. \n\nThe  object  of  his  visit  to  England  was  accomplished  to  the  satisfaction \nof  Dr.  Franklin,  in  whose  family  he  continued  for  some  time  after  his \nreturn  to  Paris.  Being  charged  with  the  despatches  of  the  commis- \nsioners to  Congress,  he  left  France,  and  arrived  at  Philadelphia,  Maj^, \n1779.  A  very  liberal  compensation  was  made  him  by  Congress  for \nhis  services  in  Europe  ;  and  Mr.  Austin  again  returned  to  his  business \nin  Boston,  as  an  owner  of  a  rope-walk,  and  interested  in  shipping. \n\nOn  the  11th  January,  1780,  Mr.  Austin  was  appointed  by  the  State \nof  Massachusetts  a  commissioner  to  negotiate  in  Europe  for  a  loan  of \none  hundred  and  fifty  thousand  pounds  sterling,  \"  and  to  pledge  the \nfaith  of  the  government  for  the  repayment  of  the  same ;  \"  and  shortly \nafter  embarked  for  Spain.  Such,  however,  was  the  low  credit  of  the \ncountry  abroad,  or  the  want  of  information  among  monied  men  of  its \nresources  and  condition,  that  this  small  sum  could  not  be  obtained. \n\nMr.  Austin  was  captured  on  his  outward  passage,  and  carried  a \nprisoner  into  England.  Personal  incivility,  inconsistent  with  the \nusages  of  more  modern  warfare,  Avas  practised  towards  him  by  the \ncaptor,  for  the  purpose  of  discovering  the  object  of  his  voyage,  the \npapers  concerning  it  having  been  thrown  overboard  during  the  chase  ; \nand,  on  the  appearance  of  an  American  vessel  of  force,  the  master  of \nthe  English  ship  actually  confined  him  to  the  main-mast,  and  threat- \nened to  keep  him  there  during  the  action,  —  a  threat  which  he  would \nprobably  have  put  in  execution,  if  an  engagement  had  ensued.  jMr. \nAustin,  having  obtained  his  hberation  in  England,  by  means  of  friends \nto  whom  he  had  formerly  l)een  known,  passed  over  to  France,  and  there \nand  in  Spain  and  \"Holland  pursued  the  object  of  his  mission,  with \nvery  indifferent  success.  He  was  enabled,  by  adding  his  own  per- \nsonal credit  to  that  of  the  State,  to  procure  some  articles  of  clothing, \n\n\n180  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nbut  far  short  of  tlie  amount  desired  by  the  commonwealth.  Mr, \nAustin  continued  his  exertions  in  Holland  until  the  summer  of  1781 ; \nand,  after  twenty-two  months'  absence,  returned  to  the  United  States. \nAfter  the  close  of  the  Revolutionary  War,  Mr.  Austin  engaged  again \nin  commercial  and  manufacturing  pursuits,  and  confined  himself  chiefly \nto  these  occupations.  In  his  native  town  he  w^as  repeatedly  honored \nwith  the  confidence  of  the  people.  He  served  for  many  years  on  the \nboards  of  overseers  of  the  poor  and  school  committee,  and  in  the  State \nSenate,  as  a  member  from  Sufiblk.  On  removing  to  Cambridge,  where \nhe  resided  during  the  period  his  sons  were  passing  through  the  uni- \nversity, —  one  of  whom  prepared  the  greatest  part  of  this  sketch,  — \nMr.  Austin  was  elected  a  representative  from  that  town  to  the  Legis- \nlature, and  was  successively  elected  secretary  and  treasurer  of  the \ncommonAvealth. \n\nThe  associations  of  his  early  life,  and  his  intercourse  with  educated \nsociety  in  the  courts  of  Europe,  had  given  a  refinement  and  polish  to \nhis  manners  and  mode  of  thinking,  that  entitled  him  to  the  reputation \nhe  then  universally  enjoyed,  of  being  one  of  the  most  accomplished \ngentlemen  of  the  day.  There  are  those  remaining  who  remember  that \nhe,  whom  for  many  years  we  had  been  accustomed  to  see  bowed  down \nby  infirmity  and  age,  was  once \n\n\"  The  glass  of  fashion  and  the  mould  of  form, \nThe  observed  of  all  observers.\" \n\nShortly  before  his  death,  Mr.  Austin  interested  some  young  friends, \nby  reciting,  memoriter,  several  of  the  fine  descriptions  of  Homer  and \nVirgil,  which  he  was  ever  able  fluently  to  repeat.  He  died  at  Boston, \nMay  15, 1826. \n\nThe  Hon.  Benjamin  Austin,  an  active  and  zealous  leader  of  the  old \nRepublican  party,  and  a  brother  of  Jonathan  Loring  Austin,  was  a \nfrequent  writer  in  the  Independent  Chronicle,  over  the  signature \nof  Honestus,  and  author  also  of  a  warm  political  work,  entitled  \"  Old \nSouth,\"  comprising  350  pages,  8vo.  His  political  articles  effected  a \ngreater  sensation  than  the  productions  of  any  writer  in  liis  party,  and \nelicited  the  following  severe  effusion  from  the  most  satirical  poet  of \nBoston  : \n\n\"  In  vain  our  literary  champions  write,  — \nTheir  satire  tickles,  and  their  praises  bite. \nThey,  by  their  poor,  dull  nonsense,  clearly  own \nOur  depth  of  anguish  to  the  laughing  town. \n\n\nJONATHAN   LORING  AUSTIN.  181 \n\nTheir  pens  inflict  not  e'en  a  moment's  pain, \n\nAnd  Honee  scribbles,  and  his  friends,  in  vain  ; \n\nLike  angry  flies  that  buzz  upon  the  wing, \n\nThey  show  the  will,  but  not  the  power,  to  sting  ; \n\nAmbitious  with  ephemeras  to  vie, \n\nOr  moles  that  thunder  into  light,  and  die.\" \n\nHere  folloAvs  an  account  of  the  fruitless  efforts  of  Honestus  to  make \na  speech  at  the  Jacobin  Club,  which  met  at  the  Green  Dragon  Tavern : \n\n\"  Thrice  from  his  seat  his  form  Honestus  reared. \nAnd  thrice  in  attitude  to  speak  appeared  ; \nIlis  lean  left  hand  he  stretched  as  if  to  smite. \nAnd  manful  grasped  his  breeches  with  his  right. \nThrice  he  essayed  to  speak,  and  thrice  his  tongue \nIn  his  half-opened  mouth  suspended  hung  ; \nOnce  more  he  rose,  with  mortifying  pain,  — \nOnce  more  he  rose,  —  and  then  sat  down  again. \nHis  disappointed  bosom  heaved  a  sigh, \nAnd  tears  of  anguish  started  from  his  eye. \n\n*  *  *  • \nThrice  he  essayed,  and  thrice,  in  spite  of  scorn. \nTears,  such  as  angels  weep,  burst  forth  at  last ; \nWords,  interwove  with  sighs,  found  out  their  way. \n\n*  *  *  * \nOf  all  her  sons,  none  gained  so  much  applause \nAs  lank  Honestus,  with  his  lanthorn  jaws. \n\n*  *  *  ♦ \nOnce,  too,  misguided  by  some  adverse  power, \nYou  aped  patrician's  airs  in  evil  hour. \n\nAnd  Federal  Russell,  in  resentful  fit. \nThy  back  belabored,  and  thy  face  bespit.\" \n\nIn  \"The  Dcmocratiad,\"  a  political  satire,  pubhshed  at  Philadel- \nphia in  1795,  we  find  the  following  allusion  to  a  speech  of  Benjamin \nAustin,  in  Faneuil  Hall,  on  Jay's  treaty,  and  in  our  sketch  of  Joseph \nHall  are  further  allusions.  The  \"satirizing  priest\"'  of  whom  the \npoet  says  Mr.  Austin  had  such  dread  was  probably  Dr.  Gardiner  : \n\n'•  Now,  sage  Honestus  from  his  seat  arose, \nThrice  stroked  his  chops,  and  thrice  surveyed  his  toes  ; \nThrice  strove  his  mighty  project  to  declare. \nThrice  stopped  to  see  if  Parson  G.  were  there  ;  — \nFor  well  he  knew  the  satirizing  priest \nWould  hang  him  up,  a  scarecrow  and  a  jest. \nIf  once  he  saw  his  wayward  footsteps  stray \nBut  a  small  distance  in  the  factious  way. \n\n16 \n\n\n182  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAh  !  timid  man,  thou  nothing  hadst  to  dread,  ■ \nAmong  thy  Club  appeared  no  honest  head  ; \nNo  Pai'son  G .  was  there  thy  steps  to  trace. \nAnd  paint  the  guilty  terrors  of  thy  face.\" \n\n\nTHOMAS   DAWES. \n\nJULY  4,  1787.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nJudge  Dawes  introduced  the  following  felicitous  figure,  in  this  pro- \nduction: \"One  of  the  late  aerostatic  navigators,\" — probably  Dr. \nJohn  Jeffries, —  \"has  intimated  that,  when  sailing  in  his  balloon  through \nthe  blue  climes  of  air,  over  European  territories,  the  eye  was  gratified \nin  the  accuracy  Avith  which  the  divisions  were  made  between  contiguous \nowners  of  the  lands  below.  The  circumstance  suggested  the  idea  of \nfirm  laws.  Had  this  philosopher  made  his  aerial  voyage  over  the  fields \nof  Massachusetts,  he  would  have  enjoyed  an  additional  sentiment, — an \nidea  of  equality  would  have  been  joined  to  that  of  certainty.  The  senti- \nmentalist -would  not  only  have  discovered  the  justness  of  outlines  in  the \nbounds  of  property,  but  he  would  have  observed  the  equality  of  por- \ntions of  the  respective  owners, — ^a  species  of  equality  how  exalted \nabove  the  condition  of  those  countries  where  the  peasant  is  alienated \nwith  the  soil,  and  the  price  of  acres  is  the  number  of  slaves !  Not, \nindeed,  that  perfect  equality  which  deadens  the  motives  of  industry, \nand  places  demerit  on  a  footing  with  virtue ;  but  that  happy  mediocrity \nwhich  soars  above  bondage,  without  aspiring  to  domination.  Less \nfavorable  to  liberty  were  those  agrarian  laws  which  lifted  the  ancient \nrepublics  into  grandeur.\" \n\nIn  the  peroration  of  this  oration,  Judge  Dawes  says,  in  a  strain \nof  eloquence  :  \"  Poverty  of  genius  is  not  our  misfortune.  The  forms \nof  free  and  justly  balanced  politics  maintain  our  title  to  legislative  wis- \ndom. Nor  have  we  narrowed  the  gates  of  our  religious  institutions. \nLiberality  is  not  an  exotic  that  dies  on  our  soil.  Independent  ground \nis  not  watered  with  the  blood  of  unbelievers.  We  have  not  contracted \nthe  worship  of  the  Deity  to  a  single  establishment,  but  we  have  opened \nan  asylum  to  all  people,  and  kindred,  and  tongues,  and  nations.     No  ! \n\n\nTHOMAS   DAWES.  1'8S \n\nMediocrity  is  not  tlie  bane  of  independent  minds.  Nature  has  dealt \nwith  us  not  on  the  minute  scale  of  economy,  but  the  broader  pi^inciples \nof  bounty.  What  remains,  then,  but  that  we  improve  the  gratuities \nof  Providence  ?  Roused  by  a  sense  of  past  suffering  and  the  dignity \nof  freedom,  we  have  once  more  called  on  venerable  sages  of  our  first \nCongress,  on  other  immortal  characters,  to  add  new  strength  and \nbeauty  to  the  fair  fabric  of  independence. \n\n\"A  legislation,  common  in  certain  cases  to  all  the  States,  will  make \nus  a  nation  in  reality,  as  well  as  in  name.  This  will  permit  us  to \nrespect  our  own  station,  and  to  treat  on  equal  grounds  with  other \npowers ;  will  suffer  us  to  be  just  at  home  and  respectable  abroad ; \nwill  render  propertj'-  secure,  and  convince  us  that  the  payment  of  debts \nis  our  truest  policy  and  highest  honor.  This  will  encourage  husbandry \nand  arts ;  will  settle,  with  numerous  and  happy  families,  the  banks \nof  the  Ohio  and  the  borders  of  Kennebec.  Huron's  neglected  waves \n—  Superior's  wilderness  of  waters,  now  forlorn  and  unemployed  — \nshall  bear  the  countless  vessels  of  internal  traffic.  Niagara's  foaming \ncataract,  crowned  Avith  columns  of  vapor  and  refracted  lines,  shall  not \nalways  bar  the  intercourse  of  mighty  lakes.  The  mechanic  arts  shall \nfind  a  passage  from  Erie  to  Ontario,  and  Champlain  shall  be  led  in \ntriumph  to  the  bosom  of  the  deep. \n\n\"  Hail,  glorious  age  !  when  the  potent  rays  of  perfect  liberty  shall \nburst  upon  the  now  benighted  desert ;  when  the  tawny  natives  of \nAmerica,  and  the  descendants  of  those  who  fled  hither  from  the  old \nworld,  shall  forget  their  animosities  ;  Avhen  all  parts  of  this  immense \ncontinent  shall  be  happy  in  ceaseless  communications,  and  the  mutual \nexchange  of  benefits;  when  the  cornucopia  of  peace  shall  be  pre- \nferred to  the  waste  of  war,  as  the  genial  gales  of  summer  to  the  ruf- \nfian blasts  of  winter ;  when  nations,  who  now  hold  the  same  jealous \nrelation  to  each  other  which  individuals  held  before  society  was  formed, \nshall  find  some  grand  principle  of  combination,  like  that  which  rolls \nthe  heavenly  bodies  round  a  common  centre.  The  distinct  fires  of \nAmerican  States,  which  are  now  blended  into  one,  rising  just  through \nbroken  clouds  from  the  horizon,  shall  blaze  bright  in  the  zenith, —  the \nglory  of  the  universe  ! \" \n\n\n184  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nJOHN   BROOKS. \n\nJULY  4,  1787.    FOR  THE  MASSACHUSETTS  SOCIETY  OF  CINCINNATI. \n\nBefore  the  dissolution  of  the  American  army,  the  officers,  in  their \ncantonments  near  Hudson's  river,  instituted  a  society,  May  10,  1783, \nwhich,  from  simihirity  in  their  situation  to   that  of  the  celebrated \nRoman,  was  to  be  denominated  \"  The  Society  of  the  Cincinnati.\"     It \nwas  to  be  designated  by  a  medal  of  gold,  representing  the  American \neagle,  bearing  on  its  breast  the  devices  of  the  order,  which  was  to  be \nsuspended  by  a  deep  blue  ribbon,  edged  with  white,  descriptive  of  the \nunion  of  America   and   France.      The  immutable  principles  of  the \nsociety  required  the  members  to  preserve  the  rights  and  privileges  of \nliuman  nature,  for  which  they  had  fought  and  bled,  and  to  promote \nand  cherish  union  and  honor  between  the  respective  States.     Its  objects \nwere  to  perpetuate  the  remembrance  of  the  American  Revolution,  as \nwell  as  a  cordial  affection  among  the  officers,  and  to  extend  acts  of \nbeneficence  to  those  officers  and  their  families  whose  situation  might \nrequire  assistance.     A  common  fund  was  to  be  created,  by  the  deposit \nof  one  month's  pay  on  the  part  of  every  officer  becoming  a  member. \nThis  institution  excited  no  inconsiderable  degree  of  jealousy  and  oppo- \nsition.    The  ablest  dissertation  against  it  was  entitled  \"Considerations \non  the  Society  or  Order  of  Cincinnati,\"  dated  Charleston,  S.  C,  Oct. \n10,  1783,  and  signed  \"  Cassius.\"     It  was  the  production  of  Acdamus \nEurke,  one  of  the  judges  of  the  Supreme  Court  of  South  Carohna, \nwho  undertook  to  prove  that  the  Cincinnati  creates  two  distinct  orders \namono-  our  people  :  a  race  of  hereditary  nobles  founded  on  the  military, \ntoo-ethcr  with  the  most  influential  families  and  men  in  the  State, —  and \nthe  people,  or  plebeians.     On  about  the  year  1803,  Col.  Humphrey \nwrote,  in  reply,  that  \"  more  than  twenty  years  have  elapsed,  and  not \none  fact  has  occurred  to  countenance  these  jealous  insinuations.\"     This \ninstitution  is  said  to  have  been  originated  by  Maj.  Gen.  Knox.     Its \nfirst  president  was  George  Washington,  who  gave  his  signature  at  the \nhead  of  the  list  of  members  on  its  establishment.     Gen.  Knox  was \nsecretary-general.     The  first  officers  for  the  Massachusetts  branch  of \nthat  society  were  as  follows : \n\nMaj.  Gen.  Benjamin  Lincoln,  President;  Maj.  Gen.  Henry  Knox, \nVice  President;  Col.  John  Brooks,  Secretary]  Col.  Henry  Jackson, \nTreasurer;  Capt.  Benjamin  IlayAVOod,  Assistant  Treasjirer. \n\n\nJOHN   BROOKS.  185 \n\nThe  firgt  orator  for  this  branch  of  the  institution  was  Hon.  John \nBrooks,  in  1787.  After  1790,  the  dehvery  of  orations  for  this  society \nceased;  but  annual  meetings* and  civic  feasts,  with  toasts  and  senti- \nments, on  the  anniversary  of  independence,  are  to  this  day  perpetuated, \n\nA  strong  indication  of  the  patriotic  motives  of  this  remnant  of  revo- \nlutionary heroes  is  evident  from  the  eloquent  appeal  of  Gen.  John \nBrooks,  in  this  oration.  \"  Considering  the  temper  of  the  times,*'  says \nGen.  Brooks,  \"  in  which  you  hve,  the  part  you  have  to  act  is  confess- \nedly difficult.  For,  although,  as  a  society,  friendship  and  benevolence \nare  your  great  objects,  yet  apathy  in  you  with  regard  to  the  public \nwelfare  would  be  construed  into  disaffection,  and  uncommon  sensibility \ninto  design.  It  is  impossible  for  men,  whose  great  ambition  it  has \nbeen  to  deserve  the  approbation  of  their  fellow-citizens,  to  view  with \nindifference  the  reproach  which  has  been  cast  upon  your  institution. \nBut  there  is  a  degree  of  respect  due  from  every  man  to  himself,  as  well \nas  to  others ;  and  there  are  situations  from  which  one  may  not  recede, \nwithout  the  unavoidable  imputation  of  weakness  or  of  guilt.  While, \ntherefore,  a  consciousness  of  virtuous  and  laudable  views  will  prompt \nyou  to  cherish  the  benevolent  principles  which  first  induced  you  to \nassociate,  you  will  be  led  to  respect  that  spirit  of  jealousy  which \nalways  cliaracterizes  a  free  government,  and,  when  not  carried  to \nexcess,  is  useful  in  its  support.  Time,  which  places  everything  in  its \ntrue  hght,  will  convince  the  world  that  your  institution  is  founded  in \nvirtue,  and  leads  to  patriotism. \n\n\"  Besides  the  motives  you  have,  in  common  with  others,  to  seek  the \npublic  welfare,  a  regard  to  the  consistence  of  your  own  character, \nthat  sense  of  honor  which  has  raised  you  superior  to  every  temptation \nand  to  every  distress,  the  reiterated  testimonials  you  have  received \nfrom  your  country  of  their  sense  of  your  patriotism  and  military  merit, \nare  ties  that  must  forever  bind  you  most  sacredly  to  her  interests. \nProsecute,  then,  with  resolution,  what  you  have  instituted  in  sincerity. \nMake  it  the  great  object  of  your  ambition,  as  you  have  shone  as \nsoldiers,  to  excel  as  citizens.  Treat  with  just  indifference  the  insinua- \ntions which  envy  may  be  disposed  to  throw  out  against  you.  Silence \nthe  tongue  of  slander,  by  the  rectitude  of  your  conduct  and  the  bril- \nliance of  your  virtues.  Suffer  not  the  affected  jealousy  of  individuals \nto  abate  the  ardor  of  your  patriotism.  As  you  have  fought  for  lib- \nerty, convince  the  world  you  know  its  value.  As  you  have  greatly \ncontributed  to  establish  these  governments,  teach  the  licentious  traitor \n16* \n\n\n186  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthat  you  will  support  them ;  and  as  you  have  particularly  fought  under \nthe  banners  of  the  Union,  inculcate,  in  jour  several  circles,  the  neces- \nsity of  preserving  the  unity  of  the  national  character.  Fortify  your \nminds  against  that  foe  to  integrity,  that  bane  of  republicanism,  an \nimmoderate  thirst  for  popularity.\" \n\nHon.  John  Brooks  was  born  at  Mcdford.  June  6,  1752,  and  received \na  tOAvn-school  education.  He  was  an  indented  apprentice  to  Simeon \nTufts,  M.  D.,  at  the  age  of  fourteen,  until  he  became  of  age.  He \nearly  settled  at  Reading,  in  medical  practice,  and  married  Lucy  Smith, \nan  orphan.  While  at  Reading,  he  became  captain  of  a  company  of \nminute-men,  and  it  being  at  the  period  when  Boston  was  in  the  pos- \nsession of  the  British  troops,  under  pretext  of  going  into  town  for \nmedicine  to  be  used  in  his  profession,  he  engaged  a  drill-sergeant  of \nthe  regulars  to  secretly  instruct  him  in  the  manual  exercise ;  and  he \noften  remarked,  it  was  of  this  British  soldier  that  he  acquired  the \nrudiments  of  military  tactics.  He  was  not  at  the  battle  of  Bunker \nHill,  but  was  engaged  in  other  services  on  that  day  and  night,  at \nCambridge.  His  daughter  Lucy  was  prematurely  born,  at  Reading, \non  that  memorable  day ;  and,  being  remarkable  for  active  and  ener- \ngetic habits,  her  brother  Alexander  observed  to  her,  one  day,  when  she \nwas  bustling  ahout  the  house,  \"  Why,  Lucy,  you  was  born  in  a \nbustle,  and  I  believe  you  will  die  in  a  bustle.\"  Mr.  Brooks  was \na  schoolmate  with  the  eminent  Count  Rumford.  Hon.  Loammi \nBaldwin,  of  Woburn,  was  his  early  friend ;  and  each  Avas  destined \nfor  college,  but  neither  of  them  ever  received  a  literary  education, \nbeing  diverted  from  their  purpose  by  patriotic  ardor.  Capt.  Brooks \nwas  in  the  battle  of  Lexington,  and,  meeting  the  British  force  on \ntheir  return  from  Concord,  he  ordered  his  men  to  post  themselves \nbehind  the  barns  and  fences,  and  fire  incessantly  upon  them.  Col. \nBrooks,  in  the  battle  of  Saratoga,  at  the  head  of  his  regiment,  stormed \nand  carried  the  intrenchments  of  the  German  troops.  In  the  battle \nof  Monmouth,  Brooks  Avas  acting  adjutant-general.  After  the  battle \nof  Saratoga,  he  thus  laconically  wrote  to  a  friend  :  '•  We  have  met \nthe  British  and  Hessians,  and  have  beat  them;  and,  not  content \nwith  this  victory,  we  have  assaulted  their  intrenchments,  and  carried \nthem.\" \n\nCol.  Brooks  detected  a  conspiracy  of  officers  at  Newburgh,  early  in \n1783.  He  kept  them  within  quarters,  to  prevent  an  attendance  on \nthe  insurgent  meeting.     On  this  occasion,  which  was  probably  the \n\n\nJOHN  BROOKS.  187 \n\nmost  anxious  period  in  tlie  career  of  Washington,  who  rode  up  to  him \nfor  counsel  on  this  point,  Brooks  said,  '•  Sir,  I  have  anticipated  your \nwishes,  and  my  orders  are  given.\"  Washington,  with  tears  in  his  eyes. \nextended  to  him  his  hand,  and  said,  \"  Coh  Brooks,  this  is  just  -what \nI  expected  from  you.\"  What  a  scene  for  an  artist !  In  1780,  CoL \nBrooks  dehvered  a  Masonic  oration  at  West  Point,  in  the  presence  of \nthe  noble  Washincrton.  He  was  commander  of  the  Ancient  and  Hon- \norable  Artillery  Company  in  1786,  and  major-general  of  the  Massa- \nchusetts troops  in  Shays'  insurrection.  In  1788  he  was  a  member  of \nthe  State  convention  for  the  adoption  of  the  federal  constitution. \nWas  president  of  the  Massachusetts  Medical  Society.  In  1795  Gen. \nBrooks  published  an  oration  for  the  Massachusetts  Humane  Society. \nIn  1800  he  published  a  eulogy  on  Washington,  delivered  at  Medford. \nHe  had,  previous  to  this  period,  been  appointed  a  U.  S.  marshal, \nand  supervisor  of  the  direct  tax.  He  was  vice-president  of  the  first \ntemperance  society  in  New  England,  on  its  institution,  in  1813.  He \nwas  the  State  adjutant-general  under  Caleb  Strong,  and  Governor \nof  the  State  from  1816  to  1823.  We  well  remember  the  beautiful \nscene  of  August  25,  1824,  when  Lafayette  stood  on  the  balcony  of  the \nmansion-house  at  the  head  of  Park-street,  attended  by  Gov.  Eustis  on \nthe  right,  and  his  immediate  predecessor,  Gov.  Brooks,  on  the  left  side \nof  him,  each  in  full  military  dress  amid  the  cheerings  of  the  gathered \nmultitude,  and  the  escort  of  the  Boston  regiment,  on  retiring  to \ntheir  quarters.  When  Lafayette  visited  his  old  companion-iu-arms, \nduring  this  month,  one  of  the  arches  displayed,  on  his  entrance  into \nMedford,  this  inscription,  \"  Welcome  to  our  Hills  and  Brooks.\" \nGov.  Brooks  died  at  Medford,  March  1,  1825. \n\nLieut.  John,  a  son  of  Gov.  Brooks,  of  youthful  beauty  and  generous \nenterprise,  fell  in  the  battle  of  Lake  Erie,  September  10.  1813,  on \nboard  Perry's  flag-ship  Lawrence.  Alexander  S.,  his  other  son,  en- \ntered the  U.  S.  army.     Lucy  married  Rev.  Geo.  0.  Stuart,  of  Canada. \n\n\"In  the  character  of  this  estimable  man,\"  remarks  his  pastor, \nAndrew  Bigelow,  D.  D.,  \"there  was  a  junction  of  qualities  equally \ngreat  and  good.  Great  qualities  he  certainly  possessed.  The  faculties \nof  his  mind,  naturally  of  no  inferior  order,  had  been  unusually  strength- \nened by  culture  and  exercise.  Separately,  they  were  all  entitled  to \nrespect  on  the  score  of  power ;  and,  had  the  entire  assemblage  centred \nin  some  one  not  endued  with  his  genuine  goodness  of  heart,  or  in \nwhose  breast  a  baleful  ambition  reigned,   they  would   have  clearly \n\n\n188  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nproved  the  possessor  to  be  a  talented  man,  in  the  popular  sense  of  the \nphrase.  In  the  case  supposed,  they  would  have  stood  all  naked  and \nopen,  and  have  glared  upon  human  observation.\"  The  best  memoir \nof  John  Brooks  extant  is  that  written  by  his  pastor. \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS. \n\nJULY  4,  1788.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  this  spirited  and  elegant  oration  of  Mr.  Otis,  it  is  remarked : \n\"  A  review  of  the  history  of  the  North  American  settlements  exhibits \nan  early  and  almost  a  continual  struggle  between  tyranny  and  avarice \nupon  one  side,  and  an  ardent  sense  of  native  liberty  upon  the  other. \nThose  are  mistaken  who  think  that  the  original  source  of  oppression \nmay  be  traced  in  the  ordinance  of  the  Stamp  Act.  The  first  colonial \ninstitution  established  in  Virginia  was  subjected  to  an  arbitrary \ncouncil,  dependent  upon  the  capricious  pleasure  of  a  king.  Patience \nand  enterprise  at  length  had  discovered  to  the  inhabitants  a  staple \nproduction  at  that  period  peculiar  to  the  colony,  when  the  harsh  man- \ndate of  a  tyrant  foe  had  the  cultivation  of  it,  and  condemned  commerce \nto  defile  her  infant  hands  in  the  fruitless,  ignoble  drudgery  of  searching \nafter  mines.  In  other  southern  colonies,  instances  are  not  wanting \nof  inquisitorial  Avrits  and  of  violated  charters. \n\n\"  It  must,  however,  be  alloAved,  that,  sheltered  by  the  canopies  of \ntheir  paramounts,  they  were  in  general  less  exposed  than  their  sister \nprovinces  to  the  scorching  rays  of  supreme  majesty.  Advancing  into \nNew  England,  the  system  of  oppression  becomes  more  uniform,  and \nthe  resistance  consequently  more  conspicuous.  No  affluent  proprie- \ntary appeared  to  protect  our  hardy  ancestors.  The  immeasurable  wild \nhad  yielded  to  their  industry  a  vacancy  barely  sufficient  for  their \nhousehold  gods.  At  the  same  moment,  the  pestilential  breath  of  a \ndespot  blew  into  their  country  a  swarm  of  locusts,  commissioned  to \ncorrode  their  liberties  to  the  root.  Even  in  those  early  times,  not \nonly  the  freedom,  but  the  use  of  the  press,  was  prohibited ;  new  taxes \nwere  imposed ;  old  charters  were  abrogated ;  citizens  were  impressed. \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  189 \n\nThe  crown  of  England  restrained  emigrations  from  that  country,  dis- \ncouraged population  upon  this  side  of  the  Atlantic,  confiscated  estates, \nsuppressed  the  habitual  modes  of  public  worship,  and  precluded  the \nwretched  privilege  of  complaint.  Oppressed  in  a  manner  so  irritating, \nso  unworthy,  how  did  our  forefathers  sustain  these  accumulated  mis- \neries 7  Did  they  crouch,  dismayed,  beneath  the  iron  sceptre  1  Did \nthey  commit  treason  against  themselves,  by  alienating  the  dearest  pre- \nrogatives of  humanity  7  No ;  we  find  them  persevering  in  decent, \npathetic  remonstrances,  in  the  time  of  Charles  the  First,  refusing  to \nsurrender  their  patent  to  Cromwell,  and  exhibiting  a  bill  of  rights  at \nthe  time  of  the  restoration.  After  the  abdication  of  James,  the  tri- \numph of  liberty  in  Britain  became  complete.  Ministers  naturally \ngrew  fearful  lest  her  pervading  influence  should  extend  to  the  colonies ; \nand  from  the  era  of  the  Revolution  until  the  gloomy  hour  of  the \nStamp  Act,  the  plan  of  our  slavery  was  always  resumed  in  the  inter- \nvals of  domestic  peace.  Aflixirs  now  assumed  a  more  serious  aspect. \nThe  minds  of  men  became  vehemently  agitated ;  and,  after  a  sad  vari- \nety of  disappointment,  the  citizens  of  these  provinces  were  compelled \nto  draw  their  swords,  and  to  appeal  to  the  God  of  armies.  What,  then, \nmay  we  hence  infer,  were  the  principles  which  actuated  the  high-spir- \nited Americans,  placed  in  a  situation  so  critical  and  disastrous  7  They \nwere  elevated,  patriotic,  godlike.  They  induced  a  voluntary  sacrifice \nof  ease  and  fortune,  a  contempt  for  danger,  and  inspired  confidence  in \nleaders  chosen  by  themselves.  What  were  the  manners  7  These  con- \nsisted in  honor,  temperance,  fortitude,  religion.  What  were  the  feel- \nings 7  These,  no  power  of  language  can  describe.  Had  they  still \ncontinued  to  animate  our  bosoms,  they  might  have  supplied  the  want \nof  a  new  government,  which  now  alone  can  save  us  from  perdition.\" \n\nHarrison  Gray  Otis  was  a  son  of  Samuel  Alley ne  Otis,  a  native  of \nBarnstable,  who  married  Elizabeth,  the  only  daughter  of  Harrison \nGray,  Receiver-general  of  this  province ;  and  second  to  Mary,  the  widow \nof  Edward  Gray,  Esq.,  and  daughter  of  Isaac  Smith.  His  father  was \nearly  in  mercantile  life,  settled  in  Boston,  and  was  active  in  the  cause \nof  liberty,  but  was  too  youthful  to  become  eminent  in  the  Revolution, \nlike  his  brother  James,  the  great  advocate.  He  was,  however,  a  rep- \nresentative from  Boston  in  1776,  and  member  of  the  State  convention \nof  1780.  He  was  a  member  of  the  Board  of  War,  and  Speaker  of  the \nHouse,  1784.  In  1787  he  was  appointed  one  of  the  commissioners \nto  negotiate  regarding  Shays'  insurrection.     He  was  elected  a  member \n\n\n190  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nof  Congress  in  1788,  and  after  the  adoption  of  tlie  federal  constitu- \ntion was  chosen  Secretary  of  the  Senate  of  the  United  States,  which \nhe  filled  with  scrupulous  fidelity,  blandness  and  courtesy, —  without, \nit  is  said,  being  absent  from  his  post  a  single  day  during  a  period  of \nthirty  years,  and  till  his  decease,  amid  the  collision  of  party  strife,  to \nthe  approbation  of  all  parties.  He  died  at  Washington,  April  22. \n1814,  aged  73. \n\nThe  grandfather  of  the  subject  of  this  article  —  Harrison  Gray,  Esq. \n—  adhered  to  the  royal  cause,  and  removed  from  Boston,  March  17, \n1776,  with  the  British  troops,  on  their  evacuation.  John  Adams  once \nimpulsively  said  of  Harrison  Gray,  that  he  has  a  very  tender  mind, \nand  is  extremely  timid.  He  says,  \"When  he  meets  a  man  of  the  other \nside,  he  talks  against  him ;  when  he  meets  a  man  of  our  side,  he \nopposes  him,  —  so  that  he  fears  he  shall  be  thought  against  everybody, \nand  so  everybody  will  be  against  him. ' '  And  at  another  time,  Mr.  Adams \nremarked :  \"I  went  in  to  take  a  pipe  with  brother  Cranch,  and  there \n1  found  Zab  Adams.  He  told  me  he  heard  that  I  had  made  two  very \npowerful  enemies  in  this  town,  and  lost  two  very  valuable  clients  — \nTreasurer  Gray  and  Ezckiel  Goldthwaite  ;  and  that  he  heard  that \nGray  had  been  to  me  for  my  account,  and  paid  it  ofi\",  and  determined  to \nhave  nothing  more  to  do  with  me.  0,  the  wretched,  impotent  malice  ! \nThey  show  their  teeth, —  they  are  eager  to  bite, —  but  they  have  not \nstrength.  I  despise  their  anger,  their  resentment,  and  their  threats ; \nbut  I  can  tell  Mr.  Treasurer  that  I  have  it  in  my  power  to  tell  the \nworld  a  tale  which  will  infallibly  unhorse  him,  whether  I  am  in  the \nhouse  or  out.  If  this  province  knew  that  the  public  money  had  never \nbeen  counted  these  twenty  years,  and  that  no  bonds  were  given  last \nyear,  nor  for  several  years  before,  there  would  be  so  much  uneasiness \nabout  it  that  Mr.  Treasurer  Gray  would  lose  his  election  another  year.'\" \nAnd  Trumbull,  in  McFingal,  satirically  says  : \n\n\"  What  Piivitan  could  ever  pray \nIn  godlicr  tone  than  Treasurer  Gray  ? \nOr  at  town-meetings,  speechifying, \nCould  utter  more  melodious  whine, \nAnd  shut  his  eyes,  and  vent  his  moan, \nLike  owl  afflicted  in  the  sun  ?  \" \n\nBold  imputations  having  been  declared  that  Treasurer  Gray  had \nappropriated  funds  of  this  province  to  private  purposes,  the  grand- \nson prepared  a  clear  refutation  of  the  unjust  accusation,  from  which  we \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY    OTIS.  191 \n\nselect  a  portion.     It  may  be  found  entire  in  Russell's  Centinel,  June, \n1830.     Alluding  to  grandfather  Gray,  Mr.  Otis  says  :   \"  I  was  indeed \nonly  nine  years  old  when  I  last  saw  him,  but  my  recollections  of  him \nand  of  the  circumstances  of  his  exile  are  associated  with  the  most  vivid \nand  affectionate  impressions  of  that  tender  age.     My  paternal  ances- \ntors were,  in  the  phrase  of  the  day,  high  Whigs.     My  paternal  grand- \nfather was  president  of  the  council  held  in  1774,  immediately  after \nthe  dissolution  clc  facto  of  the  regular  government,  by  Gage  :  and  in \nthe  years  next  following  the  departure  of  the  British  from  Boston,  my \nuncles  and  flither  were,  some  of  them,  in  the  General  Court,  and  inti- \nmately connected  with  the  pubhc  transactions  of  the  times.     In  1775. \nmy  father,  with  his  wife,  the  treasurer's  only  daughter  and  children, \ntook  refuge  in  my  paternal  grandfather's  mansion  in  the  country.     In \n1 776,  immediately  after  the  evacuation,  we  returned  to  Boston.    Though \nthe  opposite  political  attitudes  of  the  two  families  never  interrupted  for \na  moment  the  tender  attachment  of  my  parents  for  each  other,  yet  the \nseparation  of  my  father  from  her  father,  whose  darling  child  slio  was, \npreyed  upon  her  peace  of  mind,  and  finally  destroyed  her  health.    Thus \nit  may  well  be  conceived  that  the  public  relation  and  aifairs  of  Treas- \nurer Gray,  from  November,  1774,  when  the  people  took  the  reins  of \ngovernment  into  their  own  hands, —  my  paternal  grandfather  then  being, \nin  fact,  the  presiding  officer, —  to  the  time  of  his  leaving  the  country, \nand  that  his  departure  itself  and  the  circumstances  attending  it,  were \nthemes  of  constant  discussion  and  intense  interest  in  the  family  circle, \nin  my  hearing ;    and  that,  had  any  suspicion,  hint  or  accusation,  of \nhis  carrying  away  the  public  money,  prevailed  among  the  ruling  party, \nthey  could  not  have  been  hidden  or  forgotten  l)y  me.     Two  years  after \nthis  time,  at  the  age  of  twelve,  I  began  a  correspondence  with  tlie \ntreasurer.     After  the  peace,  and  before  I  was  of  age,  he  employed  me \nin  attempting  to  save  and  convey  to  him  something  from  the  wreck  of \nhis  fortune.     In  1794,  at  the  advanced  age  of  eighty-four,  this  excellent \nand  virtuous  man  sunk  to  rest.    Yet,  through  the  long  period  of  eighteen \nyears  of  constant  correspondence  with  him,  and  the  longer  time  of \nsix-and-thirty  years,  during  which  his  bones  have  been  mouldering  in \nthe  grave,  I  solemnly  declare  that  I  never  heard  of  the  suggestion  of \nany  defalcation  of  the  public  money  by  him,  or  of  any  offence  commit- \nted against  his  country,  but  his  acceptance  of  the  mandamus  commis- \nsion.    But  I  well  remember  the  constant  exultation  of  my  mother,  in \nthe  midst  of  her  troubles,  that  '  his  enemies  could  say  nothing  against \n\n\n192  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nhim.'  This  negative  testimony  should  suffice  to  put  down  the  idle  and \nunsupported  fabrication.\"  Mr.  Otis,  after  going  into  a  detail  unequiv- \nocally proving  the  financial  honor  of  his  maternal  grandfather,  thus \neloquently  remarks  :  \"  I  have  never,  to  the  best  of  my  remembrance, \n^Yritten  a  line  in  vindication  of  my  own  public  character,  though  for \nyears  together  I  have  been  doomed  to  run  the  gauntlet  through  rank \nand  file  of  my  political  opponents.  But  I  have  now  no  choice.  Some \nold  resurrectionist,  in  fumbling  over  the  tomb  of  a  relative  recently \ndeceased,  disturbs  the  ashes  of  another  long  since  dead.  It  is  my  duty \nto  protect  them.  They  are  the  sacred  relics  of  my  earliest  friend  and \nbenefactor,  whose  name  I  bear,  whose  blood  is  in  my  veins,  and  whose \nexile  I  was  taught  to  regard  as  the  heaviest  calamity  that  befell  my \nchildhood  and  youth.  He  atoned  for  a  solitary  political  error  of  judg- \nment by  sacrificing  fortune  to  principle,  and  left  instead  of  it  the  leg- \nacy only  of  a  good  name.  An  attempt  is  now  made  to  conjure  up  a \nmist  of  slander  or  suspicion  over  his  antiquated  tomb.  To  the  name \nof  the  dark  magician  I  have  no  clue.  He  calls  himself  Senex,  and \ndeals  in  the  gossip  by  which  '  narrative  old  age '  betrays  its  approxima- \ntion to  dotage.  I  hope  the  exceeding  absurdity  of  the  statement  into \nwhich  he  has  been  led  will  naturally  restrain  him  hereafter, —  the  pro- \npensity natural  to  old  folks  of  prating  about  sixty  years'  since, — and \nthat  he  will  remember,  when  they  groAV  anecdotical,  they  become \nobnoxious  to  the  character  once  given  by  a  lady  to  an  old  busy-body, \nwho,  inquiring  what  the  world  thought  of  him,  was  answered,  '  All  the \nwomen  think  you  an  old  man,  and  all  the  men  consider  you  an  old \nwoman.'  \" \n\nHarrison  Gray,  in  a  letter  to  Rev.  Mr.  Montague,  of  Christ  Church, \nBoston,  dated  London,  Aug.  1,  1791,  remarks  to  him,  in  a  spirit  of \nloyalty  to  the  crown  of  Britain,  as  follows  :  \"  The  melancholy  state  in \nwhich  you  represent  religion  to  be  in  Boston  and  New  England  is  con- \nfirmed by  all  who  come  from  thence.  Is  this  one  of  the  blessings  of \nyour  independence,  to  obtain  which  you  sacrificed  so  many  lives  ?  I \nam  glad  that  your  federal  constitution  '  has  had  a  very  great  and  good \neffect,'  but  very  much  question  whether  you  will  ever  be  so  happy  as \nyou  were  under  the  mild  and  gentle  government  and  protection  of  Great \nBritain ;  for,  notwithstanding  the  freedom  my  countrymen  boast  of,  if, \nin  order  to  obtain  it,  they  have  sacrificed  their  religion,  they  have  made \na  poor  bargain.  They  cannot,  in  a  rehgious  sense,  be  called  a  free \npeople,  till  the  Son  of  God  has  made  them  free. \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  193 \n\n'•It  is  very  surprising,  considering  the  establishment  of  the  Roman \nCatholic  religion  at  Quebec  was  one  of  the  heavy  grievances  the  Amer- \nican Congress  complained  of,  that  your  governor  and  other  great  men \nin  your  town  should  attend  the  worship  of  God  in  a  Roman  Catholic \nchurch,  to  hear  a  Romish  bishop,  on  a  Sunday ;  and  that  he  should  be \none  of  the  chaplains  who  officiated  at  a  public  dinner !  I  cannot,  at \npresent,  account  for  their  inconsistency  any  otherwise  than  by  supposing \nthe  part  they  took  in  the  late  unhappy  contest  lays  so  heavy  upon  their \nconsciences  that  they  imagine  no  one  can  absolutely  absolve  them  but \na  Romish  priest.\" \n\nHarrison  Gray  Otis  was  born  in  Boston,  Oct.  8,  1765,  on  the  estate \nadjoining  the  Revere  House,  and  next  that  of  the  late  Capt.  Jonathan \nChapman.  He  remembered  standing  at  the  window  of  his  birth-place, \nto  see  the  British  regulars,  when  on  the  march  to  Lexington.  He \nentered  the  public  Latin  School  in  1778.  The  youthful  days  of  Mr. \nOtis,  at  this  period,  are  narrated  by  himself,  in  his  speech  at  the  dedi- \ncation of  the  Otis  School,  on  Lancaster-street,  March  13,  1845 ;  and \nthis  was  his  last  public  address.  Mr.  Otis  said  that  nothing  was  more \nremote  from  his  mind  than  the  idea  of  making  an  address  upon  a  sulv \nject  of  such  importance  as  education.  The  day  for  making  addresses \nhad  long  since  passed  with  him.  Old  men  should  know  when  to \nretire.  They  should  not,  like  old  ladies,  appear  in  public  bedizened \nwith  the  ornaments  of  youth.  He  was  not  competent  to  make  one \nnow,  but  he  could  do  what  all  old  men  could, —  tell  a  story  about  him- \nself. As  the  school  had  been  named  after  him,  he  Avas  vain  enough  to \nsuppose  that  some  of  the  pupils  would  be  interested  in  hearing  some- \nthing that  related  to  his  school-boy  days.  He  was  a  Boston  boy,  and \nhe  had  received  all  his  education  at  the  public  schools  after  he  was \nseven  years  old.  He  cherished  a  great  affection  for  those  days,  and  he \nthought  Avith  pleasure  on  the  memory  of  his  schoolmasters,  with  whom \nhe  had  always  been  on  good  terms,  excepting  an  occasional  flogging. \nThe  first  school  he  went  to  was  a  quasi  public  school.  It  was  kept  by \nMaster  Griffith,  in  Hanover-street.  His  friend.  Deacon  Grant,  who \nwas  near  him,  knew  exactly  where  it  was.  Master  Griffith  was  a \nworthy  old  creature,  and  had  some  pretensions  to  facetiousness.  His \nideas,  as  to  rewards,  were  a  little  peculiar.  Every  Wednesday  after- \nnoon, the  boys  who  had  demeaned  themselves  with  propriety  expected \nto  receive  a  prize,  which  expectation  Avas  not  disappointed.  But  what \ndid  they  think  it  was  1  Shellbarks,  thrown  out  of  the  window,  for \n17 \n\n\n194  THE   nUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwhich  the  boys  scrambled  !  He  then  went  to  the  Latin  School,  which \nwas  in  School-street.  The  master,  Mr.  Lovell,  was  a  worthy  old  gen- \ntleman ;  but  there  had  been  a  sort  of  rivalry  between  the  Latin  and \nthe  writing  schools,  Avhich  was  the  cause  of  several  curious  doggerel \neffusions  on  the  part  of  the  boys,  some  extracts  of  vfhich  were  repeated \nby  Mr.  Otis  with  humorous  effect. \n\nForty  years  ago,  continued  Mr.  Otis,  the  place  where  this  school  was \nbuilt  was  a  mill-pond.  The  tide  flowed  into  it  to  the  depth  of  ten  or \ntwelve  feet.  There  was  then  no  expectation  that  a  school-house  would \never  be  erected  on  this  spot.  There  were  \"  schools  \"  of  fishes  here, \nbut  there  was  no  schoolmiaster,  except  the  successor  of  St.  Anthony, \nwho,  it  was  said,  could  preach  to  the  fishes.  Mr.  Otis  said  he  was \nentirely  inadequate  to  describe  the  great  advantages  which  the  children \nof  the  present  day  had  over  the  boys  and  girls  of  his  time.  What  did \nthey  learn  then  ?  A  few  Latin  roots  to  squeeze  them  into  college,  and \nmere  ciphering.  They  had  then  none  of  those  advantages  which  he \nnow  saw.  There  was  not  then  that  group  of  learned  teachers,  who  were \ndeserving  of  the  thanks  of  the  country.  He  spoke  with  great  venera- \ntion of  those  who  had  lived  in  his  time ;  but  he  did  not  think  it  was \nany  disparagement  to  their  memory  to  say  that  they  were  not  to  be \ncompared  to  the  instructors  of  the  present  day.  He  commended  them \nto  their  teachers,  and  their  teachers  to  them ;  and  he  prayed  them  to  be \nsatisfied  of  the  great  advantages  which  they  enjoyed,  and  to  improve \nthe  opportunity  Avhich  was  afforded  to  them  of  becoming  good  and \nenlightened  citizens.  He  hoped  that,  as  the  school  had  been  called \nafter  him,  they  would  remember  him  in  their  good  will ;  and  he  more \naffectionately  and  fervently  commended  them  —  teachers  and  pupils  — \nto  the  care  and  protection  of  their  ^laker. \n\nIn  connection  with  this  period  in  the  youth  of  Otis,  we  have  a  rem- \niniscence, finely  woven  in  his  own  charming  language.  \"  Barnstable,\"' \nsays  he,  \"was  not  only  the  place  of  the  birth  and  residence  of  my \nimmediate  ancestors  for  four  generations,  but  it  afforded  to  my  child- \nhood an  asylum  from  the  storms  of  Avar,  and  a  retreat  for  my  peaceful \nstudies,  during  the  siege  of  Boston.  I  had  been  there  but  a  few  weeks \nbefore  the  news  arrived  of  the  conflagration  of  Charlestown.  This \ncame  to  us  not  in  the  shape  which  it  has  since  assumed,  of  a  real  vic- \ntory, though  nominal  defeat ;  but  with  the  unmitigated  horrors  of  con- \nflagration and  massacre,  and  as  a  specimen  of  the  mode  in  which  our \npeaceful  villages  were  intended  to  be  swept  with  the  fire  and  sword. \n\n\nHARBISON   GRAY   OTIS.  195 \n\n\"  I  was  placed  at  school,\"  continues  Mr.  Otis,  '•  with  the  admirable \npastor,  Mr.  Ililliard,  of  the  east  parish,  where  I  passed  my  time  from \nMondays  to  Saturdays.  On  the  last  day  of  the  week,  I  was  sent  for \nand  conveyed  to  the  patriarchal  mansion,  and  attended  on  Sundays  the \nreligious  instructions  of  the  pious  and  venerable  Mr.  Shaw.  In  these \nweekly  journeyings,  I  became  familiar  with  the  location  of  every  house \nand  building  between  my  points  of  departure,  and  with  the  younger \ninmates  of  many  of  them ;  and  I  feel  as  if  I  could  jot  down  the  principal \npart  of  them  upon  a  plan  of  the  road.  Barnstable  was  not  only  the \nscene  of  my  earliest  friendship,  but  of  my  first  love.  I  became  enam- \nored of  a  very  charming  young  person,  nearly  of  my  own  age, —  but \nthe  course  of  this  love  did  not  run  smoothly.  Li  an  innocent  ramble \nover  the  fields  and  hedges  with  her  and  other  young  persons,  she  had \nthe  misfortune  to  lose  a  necklace  of  genuine  gold  beads  :  the  fault  was \nneither  hers  nor  mine,  but  of  the  string  on  which  they  were  threaded  ; \nbut  still,  as  real  mint-drops  were  in  that  day  very  valuable,  and  treasury- \nnotes  greatly  on  the  decline,  the  circumstance  brought  me  into  some \ndiscredit  Avith  the  family,  as  accessory  to  a  loss  which  impaired  the \nfaculty  of  resuming  specie  payments  when  the  time  should  arrive,  and \nresulted  in  a  future  non-intercourse.\"  The  mother  of  young  Otis,  in \na  letter  to  her  father,  while  in  this  seclusion,  speaking  of  liim,  says, \n'•  I  shall  enclose  you  a  letter  from  Harry,  of  his  own  writing  and  indit- \ning, which  \"Will  enable  you  to  form  some  judgment  of  his  genius,  which, \nhis  tutor  tells  me,  is  very  uncommon.\" \n\nYoung  Otis  graduated  at  Harvai-d  College  in  178^3,  when  but \neighteen  years  of  age,  receiving  the  highest  honors  of  a  class  among \nwhom  were  William  Prescott,  Artemas  Ward,  and  x^mbrosc  Spencer. \nAt  that 'period,  his  young  friends  warmly  conceded  that  the  mantle \nof  his  eloquent  uncle,  James  Otis,  had  encircled  liim,  for  he  vtas. \ngreatly  admired  for  brilliant  and  graceful  oratory : \n\n\" Otis  rises  like  a  vernal  morn, \n\n\nClear,  brilliant,  sweet,  in  nature's  gifts  arrayed. \nWhere  not  a  cloud  obtrudes  its  devious  shade. ' ' \n\nHere  we  will  again  recur  to  the  sprightly  and  delightful  remembrance \nof  Mr.  Otis  in  relation  to  this  period,  contained  in  his  letter  read  at \nthe  centennial  celebration  of  Harvard  University,  Sept.  8,  1836.  \"  It \nis  now  fifty-three  years  since  I  first  received  the  honors  of  the  univer- \nsity.    The  surviving  number  of  my  fellow-classmates  is  very  small \n\n\n196  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS, \n\nTo  those  of  us  who  are  present  —  '  remnant  of  ourselves '  —  these \nyears  probably  appear  like  the  '  tale  that  is  told.'  My  own  career, \nthrough  the  long  period,  seems,  in  the  retrospect,  like  a  rapid  journey \nthrough  a  path  beset  with  flowers  and  thorns  ;  —  the  wounds  received \nfrom  the  latter  remaining,  while  the  color  and  fragrance  of  the  former \nare  gone  forever.  In  the  year  in  which  I  was  graduated,  the  com- \nmencement was  preceded  by  the  acknowledgment  of  independence  and \nthe  treaty  of  peace,  and  the  English  oration  Mas  assigned  to  me.  You \nwill  naturally  presume  that  the  event,  adapted  to  enkindle  enthusiasm \nin  an  orator  of  the  gravest  character  and  age,  would  stimulate  the  fervid \nimagination  of  eighteen  to  paint  in  somewhat  gorgeous  colors  the  pros- \npects unfolded  to  our  country  by  this  achievement  of  its  liberties,  and \nits  probable  eifect  upon  the  destinies  of  other  nations.  I  remember \nthat  I  did  so,  and  indulged  the  impulse  of  a  sanguine  temperament  in \nbuilding  what  doubtless  seemed  to  others,  and  perhaps  to  myself, \ncastles  in  the  air.  But,  had  it  been  in  my  imagination  to  conceive, \nand  in  my  power  to  describe,  what  we  now  know  to  be  a  reality,  I \nshould  have  been  considered  as  ballooning  in  the  regions  of  bombast, \nand  appeared  ridiculously  aiming  to  be  sublime.\" \n\nMr,  Otis,  in  the  same  admirable  epistle,  of  which  we  cite  only  a  part, \nmakes  very  shrewd  remarks  on  the  great  topic  of  education.  \"  It  is \nof  incomparably  less  moment,\"  says  he,  \"  that  a  few  persons  should \nwear  the  gown  of  the  scholar,  than  that  the  great  body  of  the  commu- \nnity should  be  clad  in  the  costume  of  fixed  principles.  But  one  cannot \nflourish  without  the  other.  Unless  a  due  proportion  of  the  people  be \neducated  in  universities  and  colleges,  learning  must  run  wild.  There \nmight  be  plenty  of  itinerant  orators  and  preachers  to  the  dear  people, \nand  of  political  sportsmen  to  set  man-traps  for  straggling  patriots.  It \nis  vain  to  say  '  the  schoolmaster  is  abroad,'  unless  he  is  qualified  for \nhis  vocation.  When  the  schoolmaster  has  been  educated  at  a  uni- \nversity, or  has  otherwise,  by  means  of  instruction  from  scholars,  become \nfit  for  the  calling,  then,  indeed,  he  goes  abroad  a  most  respectable  and \ninteresting  member  of  an  honorable  profession,  implanting  the  seeds  of \nreligion  and  of  morality,  private  and  public,  wherever  he  goes.  With- \nout these,  he  travels,  like  a  pedler,  with  bundles  of  trashy  pamphlets \nand  orations  on  his  back,  scattering  his  miserable  wares  through  all  the \ncottages  and  workshops  and  kitchens  in  the  country,  defrauding  the \nhumble  purchasers.  It  is  from  the  colleges  that  the  wants  of  the \nlegislatui-es,  the  pulpits,  the  courts  and  the  school,  can  be  most  effectu- \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY    OTIS.  197 \n\nally  supplied.  They  are  the  mints  in  which  the  genuine  bullion  is \nkept,  and  the  pure  coin  stamped.  The  pulpit,  the  press  and  the  school, \nare  the  banks  of  deposit,  whence  it  is  circulated ;  and,  Avithout  fre- \nquent recurrence  to  the  standards  kept  in  the  mints,  they  Avill  put  in \ncirculation  base  coin  and  rag  money,  to  the  confusion  and  destruction \nof  the  sound  currency.  Let  us  cultivate  and  adhere  to  the  principles \ntaught  here,  and  not  trust  to  the  promises  of  the  conductors  on  the \nmodern  intellectual  railroad,  to  grade  and  level  the  hills  of  science, \nand  to  take  us  along  at  rates  that  will  turn  our  heads  and  break  our \nbones.  Let  us  eschew  the  vagaries  and  notions  of  the  new  schools, \nand  let  each  of  us  be  reminded  of  a  quotation  which  Burke  did  not \nthink  unworthy  of  him.  and  be  ready  to  say, \n\n'  What  though  the  flattei'ing  tapster  Thomas \nHangs  his  new  angel  two  doors  from  us. \nAs  fine  as  painter's  daub  can  make  it. \nThinking  some  traveller  may  mistake  it  ? \nI  hold  it  both  a  shame  and  siu \nTo  quit  the  good  old  Angel  Inn.'  \" \n\nOn  the  year  previous  to  graduating  at  college,  Mr.  Otis  had  an \nimpressive  interview  with  his  noble  uncle,  the  great  advocate  ;  and  as \nit  was  the  last  period  of  intercourse  with  him,  we  will  quote  his  own \nwords:  '\"I  brought  James  Otis  in  a  gig  from  Andover  to  Boston,  in \nthe  year  1782,  at  a  period  when  my  father  and  his  friends  thought  he \nAvas  recoA'ered.  Nothing  could  be  more  delightfully  instructive  than \nhis  conversation  on  the  journey,  but  it  Avas  in  reference  chiefly  to  the \nstudy  of  my  l)rofe5sion,  Avhich  it  AA'as  intended  I  should  pursue  under \nhis  patronage.  But  I  Avent  back  to  college.  He  remained  at  home \nfor  a  few  Aveeks,  and  was  induced  to  go  into  the  Court  of  Common \nPleas,  Avhere,  it  is  said,  he  displayed  great  poAvers  in  a  very  pathetic \ncase,  but,  as  I  have  learnt  from  those  Avho  heard  him,  he  appeared  a  sun \nshorn  of  his  beams.  His  house,  hoAvever,  became  the  resort  of  much \ncompany,  calling  to  visit  and  converse  with  him.  Gov.  Hancock  was \nparticularly  attentive,  and  forced  him  to  dine  with  him  in  a  very  large \nparty.  He  was  observed,  before  this  time,  to  become  thoughtful  and \nsad,  lying  in  bed  until  a  A'ery  late  hour ;  but  immediately  after  the  dinner \nthere  Avas  a  visible  oscillation  of  his  intellect.  He  Avas  OA^erwhelmed  by \nthe  recollection  of  past  days,  impressed,  probably,  with  greater  force  by \nthe  presence  of  Hancock  and  others  of  the  convives,  by  the  scene  alto- \n17* \n\n\n198  THE  HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ngether.  There  was,  however,  no  frenzy.  A  hint  was  given  him,  by \nmy  father,  that  he  had  better  return  to  Andover  ;  and  he  went  like  a \nlamb,  where  in  a  very  short  period  he  was  struck  with  lightning.\" \n\nThis  statement  implies  that  this  was  the  last  time  of  his  visit  to \nBoston.  It  is  a  fact,  however,  that  his  uncle  was  moderator  of  a  town- \nmeeting,  in  March,  1783.  Perhaps  Mr.  Otis  mistook  the  date  of \nconveying  him  from  Andover. \n\nThe  profession  of  law  was  the  pursuit  of  his  choice  while  at  college, \nand  he  long  anticipated  the  privilege  of  entering  Temple  Inns,  London ; \nbut  the  confiscation  of  his  grandfather  Gray's  estate,  and  the  derange- \nment of  his  father's  pecuniary  affairs,  consequent  on  the  Revolution, \ncrushed  that  hope.  He,  however,  prepared  himself  for  the  profession \nunder  the  guidance  of  Judge  John  Lowell,  the  jurist  and  patriot.  He \npursued  his  studies  with  an  intensity  of  application  unsurpassed  by \nany  young  student  in  the  courts  of  Suffolk,  being  well  apprized  of  the \nopinions  of  his  uncle  James,  who  said  once,  in  relation  to  his  father, \nwhen  he  had  it  in  view  to  study  law,  \"  I  hold  it  to  be  of  vast  imiDort- \nance  that  a  young  man  should  be  able  to  make  some  eclat  at  his \nopening.  It  has  been  observed,  before  I  was  born,  if  a  man  don't \nobtain  a  character  in  any  profession  soon  after  his  first  appearance, \nhe  hardly  ever  will  obtain  one.\"  We  will  relate  a  remarkable  fact  in \nrelation  to  liis  devotion  to  study.  Mr.  Bussey,  afterwards  an  eminent \nmerchant,  who  was  accustomed  to  rise  early  to  go  to  his  store,  often \nnoticed,  in  passing  Judge  Lowell's  ofiice,  a  pair  of  shoes  posted  at  the \nwindow,  and  soon  discovered  that  a  young  man  was  engaged  there  in \nclose  study.  Feeling  curiosity  to  know  whether  he  was  engaged  there \nall  nio-ht,  Mr.  Bussey  arose  one  morning  before  daybreak,  and,  as  he \npassed,  he  saw  the  shoes  were  on  the  window.  He  then  ventured \nto  inquire  of  the  young  law-student  if  he  engaged  there  all  night  in \nstudy.  On  which  ]Mr.  Otis  replied  that  early  study  in  the  morning \nwas  his  decided  choice. \n\n\"  On  leaving  college,  in  1783,\"  relates  Mr.  Otis,  \"  I  entered  Mr. \nLowell's  oflfice  as  a  pupil,  and  in  the  following  autumn  was  gi-aciously \ninvited  by  him,  and  permitted  by  my  father,  to  accompany  him.  Dr. \nLloyd,  and  Mr.  Adam  Babcock,  in  a  journey  to  Philadelphia.  This \nafforded  me  a  better  opportunity  of  seeing  him  in  hours  of  unguarded \nrelaxation  from  the  cares  of  business  than  afterwards  occurred.  The \nwhole  journey  was  a  continued  scene  of  pleasant  and  instructive  con- \nversation, and  on  his  part  of  kind  and  condescending  manners,  spark- \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY    OTIS.  199 \n\nling  anecdotes,  and  poetical  quotations.  We  came  to  New  York \nbefore  the  evacuation  by  the  British  army  was  consummated. \nThere  Mr.  Lowell  found  Col.  Upham,  aid  of  Sir  Guy  Carleton,  and \nMr.  Ward  Chipman,  judge-advocate,  as  I  recollect,  of  the  British \narmy,  —  both  old  acquaintances  and  early  companions.  Their  inter- \nview, after  eight  years'  separation  and  various  fortunes,  was  most \ncordial.  They  introduced  Mr.  Lowell  to  Sir  Guy,  with  whom  he  and \nmy  other  fellow-travellers  dined,  with  a  large  and  splendid  party  of \nmilitary  and  civilians,  into  which  they  had  me  worked,  as  an  attache \nto  the  Boston  delegation  ;  and  it  seemed  to  me  as  brilliant  as  Alexan- \nder's feast.  While  in  New  York,  Mr.  Lowell  received  the  hospitality \nand  attentions  of  the  distinguished  citizens  who  had  begun  to  return \nfrom  exile.  In  Philadelphia,  among  others,  he  was  waited  upon  by \nMr.  Robert  Morris,  who  was  still  in  his  glory,  and  regarded  in  public \nestimation  next  to  Washington,  as  the  man  on  whose  financial  exer- \ntions had  depended  the  success  of  the  Revolution.  He  entertained  us, \nI  still  hanging  as  a  bob  to  the  kite,  at  a  dinner  of  thirty  persons,  in  a \nstyle  of  magnificence  which  I  have  never  seen  equalled.  I  left  him  at \nPhiladelphia,  and  went  on  an  excursion  to  Baltimore  for  a  few  days. \nOn  my  return  to  Boston,  I  resumed  my  desk  and  books  in  his  office. \nAt  the  end  of  my  probationary  term,  in  1786,  Mr.  Amory,  the  partner \nof  Mr.  Lowell,  set  up  on  his  own  account.  I  was  thereupon  invited \nby  Judge  Lowell  to  take  liis  place  and  business  in  the  loAver  courts, \nwhich  I  gladly  accepted.\"  A  few  weeks  after  Mr.  Otis  had  opened \nhis  office,  the  late  Benjamin  Bussey,  already  alluded  to,  —  a  gentleman \nstill  remembered  in  this  city,  —  needing  the  services  of  a  lawyer  at  an \nearly  hour  in  the  morning,  found  none  of  the  profession  in  their  cham- \nbers but  Mr.  Otis,  whom  he  consequently  employed,  and  who  was  his \nadvocate  ever  after.  Mr.  Otis  having  at  this  time  no  books,  and  no \nother  means  of  obtaining  any,  borrowed  of  Mordecai  M.  Hayes,  Esq., \none  hundred  and  sixteen  pounds,  in  December,  1786,  which  ho \nexpended  in  purchasing  a  law  library.  At  the  close  of  his  first  year's \npractice  at  the  bar,  the  loan  was  refunded  out  of  his  professional \nincome. \n\nAbout  this  period  Mr.  Otis  partially  turned  his  attention  to  military \ntactics,  and  in  1787  he  was  elected  captain  of  a  company  of  young \ngentlemen, —  the  Light  Infantry,  which  in  1789  escorted  Washington \non  his  entrance  into  Boston, —  which  station  ho  held  until  1793; \nand,  presuming  that  the  present  Boston  Light  Infimtry  is  a  scion  of \n\n\n200  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthat  stock,  lie  gave  this  company  a  splendid  entertainment  at  his  resi- \ndence, shortly  before  his  death.  lie  ^as  an  aid-de-camp  to  Major \nGeneral  John  Brooks  in  Shays'  Insurrection.  In  1790  Mr.  Otis \nmarried   Sarah,  daughter  of  William  Foster. \n\nIn  1792,  Avhen  Mr.  Otis  spoke  with  great  eloquence  in  town-meeting, \nat  Faneuil  Hall,  in  opposition  to  Gardiner's  proposed  instructions  to \nthe  representatives,  tolerating  the  drama  in  Boston,  so  strong  was  his \nrhetorical  power,  that  Samuel  Adams  lifted  up  his  hands  in  ecstasy, \nand  thanked  God  that  there  was  one  young  man  willing  to  step  forth \nin  defence  of  the  good  old  cause  of  morality  and  religion.  At  another \ntown-meeting,  in  the  Old  South  Church,  in  a  period  of  political  excite- \nment, Mr.  Otis,  standing  amid  a  great  throng  of  people,  on  the  top  of \na  pew,  exclaimed,  ' '  There  is  ever  a  strong  spirit  of  discontent  among \nthese  democrats.  Why,  Mr.  Moderator,  I  sincerely  believe,  if  they \nwere  in  heaven,  they  would  forthwith  rebel.\"  On  this,  the  famous \nDr.  Charles  Jarvis,  who  was  in  the  gallery,  sprang  upon  his  feet,  and \nremarked,  \"  That's  good,  Mr.  Otis  ;  I  should  like  to  have  said  that, \nmyself\" \n\nIn  1796  Mr.  Otis  was  elected  one  of  seven  representatives  from \nBoston  to  the  State  Legislature ;  and  in  this  year  he  was  elected  to \nCongress  as  the  successor  of  Fisher  Ames,  and  became  a  decided \nopponent  of  the  measures  of  Thomas  Jefferson.  He  was  one  of  the \nembarrassed  number  who  had  to  choose  between  Jefferson  and  Aaron \nBurr.  From  that  period  to  the  close  of  Madison's  war,  Mr.  Otis  was \nconstantly  in  Congress  ;  and  towards  the  close  of  Adams'  administra- \ntion he  was  U.  S.  District  Attorney,  Avhich  station  he  occupied  until \nhe  was  succeeded  by  George  Blake. \n\nDuring  the  prevalence  of  the  yellow  fever  in  Philadelphia,  in  1798, \nthe  government  was  located  at  Trenton.  In  that  summer,  President \nJohn  Adams  visited  his  seat  in  Quincy :  and  whilst  there,  Mr.  Otis, \none  morning,  meetino;  his  friend  William  Lee  in  State-street,  Boston, \n.■^f^V4^>Mhf>  was  „  an  auditor  of  the  treasury  at  Washington,  and  a  decided \n'^  opponent  of  Mr.  Adams,  proposed  to  him  to  ride  out  and  present  their \nI'cspects  to  the  president.  Mr.  Lee  objected,  on  account  of  the  political \nstand  he  had  taken  against  the  federal  administration,  and  presuming \nhe  would  not  be  a  welcome  visiter  to  his  excellency  just  at  that  time, \nMr.  Otis  replied  that  himself  being  a  strong  advocate  to  the  president's \nprinciples  was  a  sufficient  passport,  not  only  to  the  president,  but  to \nthe  whole  Essex  junto.     This  decided  Mr.  Lee  to  visit  Quincy  with \n\n\n^i \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY    OTIS.  201 \n\nMr.  Otis.  On  arriving,  they  found  George  Cabot,  with  a  committee \nof  the  old  Essex  junto,  who  had  come  out  to  remonstrate  against  the \nappointment  of  Elbridge  Gerry's  mission  abroad.  Mr.  Otis,  with  his \nfriend  Lee,  entered  the  room  in  the  midst  of  the  president's  reply  to \nthe  committee.  He  most  cordially  received  them ;  and,  after  inviting \nthem  to  be  seated,  turned  to  the  committee,  and  continued  in  warm \nterms  his  positive  and  fixed  determination  in  favor  of  Mr.  Gerry. \nOtis,  seeing  the  committee  wince  at  the  strong  expressions  from  the \npresident,  and  thinking  himself  an  intruder  in  the  eyes  of  the  discom- \nfited committee,  all  of  whom  were  his  pohtical  friends,  gave  a  wink  to \nLee  that  it  was  high  time  to  retire ;  and,  taking  a  hasty  leave  of  the \npresident  and  his  speech  to  the  Federal  committee,  returned  to  Boston \nhighly  elated ;  and  from  that  day  Lee  became  a  convert  to  the  Adams \ndynasty,  for  the  independent  course  which  the  president  pursued \ntowards  the  Essex  junto  committee. \n\nIn  the  year  1802,  a  political  vilifier  of  Harrison  Gray  Otis  publicly \ndeclared  that  he  was  a  member  from  the  royal  State  of  Massachusetts, \nwho  labored,  with  all  the  cunning  of  a  quibbling  attorney,  to  have  the \nalien  bill  passed  into  a  law.  This  man,  it  was  said,  is  not  entirely \ndevoid  of  fancy,  but  is  a  stranger  to  argument,  and  unacquainted  with \nthe  virtues  of  truth  and  candor.  The  interested  British  merchants,  it \nis  reported,  procured  him  to  be  one  of  the  directors  of  the  Bank  of  the \nUnited  States ;  and  several  pecuniary  favors  which  he  has  granted  these \ngentlemen  in  return  prove  that  he  possesses  in  an  eminent  degree  the \nqualification  of  gratitude,  and  a  bountiful  hand  to  his  friends.  He  is \nneither  devoid  of  filial  aifection,  if  we  may  judge  from  his  petty  man- \noeuvres to  procure  an  addition  of  two  hundred  dollars  to  the  salary  of \nhis  father.  But  the  fear  he  expresses  of  the  Frenchmen,  and  his \nhatred  at  Irishmen,  are  the  two  striking  characteristics  of  his  mind. \nIn  the  summer  of  1798,  Mr.  Otis  so  much  dreaded  a  French  invasion, \nthat  it  is  said  he  Avould  have  removed  into  some  of  the  back  settle- \nments, had  it  not  been  for  the  persuasion  of  Dwight  Foster  and  George \nThacher.  \"No  man,\"  says  Callender,  one  of  the  rudest  and  coarsest \npohticians  of  that  day,  \"  can  be  more  ambitious  to  be  the  scavenger  of \nhis  party  than  this  calumniator  of  the  Irish  nation.  Mr.  Otis  has \nsince  obtained  his  wish,  for  no  man  is  more  employed  in  rallying  and \ncollecting  together  the  scattered  dregs  of  Federalism  than  Harrison \nGray  Otis.\" \n\nThe  most  decided  refutation  of  vituperative  slander,  like  that  in  the \n\n\n202  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nparagraph  preceding,  appears  in  the  eloquent  eulogium  of  Samuel  L. \nKnapp.  Avho  remarked  of  Harrison  Gray  Otis,  that  ' '  from  his  cradle, \na5  from  Plato's,  swarmed  the  Ilyblean  bees,  and  left  the  honeys  of  elo- \nquence on  his  tongue.  Minerva  -was  his  tutelar  goddess,  but  the \nGraces  had  no  small  share  in  his  education.  His  political  course  was \nearly  shaped :  and  from  the  dawn  of  manhood  to  this  his  meridian  day, \nhe  has  been  a  firm,  undeviating  disciple  of  Washington.  Long  in  pub- \nlic life,  he  has  constantly  been  the  champion  of  the  cause  he  espoused. \nIn  every  political  contest  he  has  carried  terror  and  dismay  into  the \nranks  of  his  opponents,  searched  the  dark  caverns  of  corruption  and \nintrigue,  and  dragged,  with  Herculean  strength,  each  Cacus  to  the \nlight,  and  held  him  up  for  the  contempt  and  derision  of  the  world. \nDemocracy  knew  his  worth,  and  has  used  every  endeavor  to  allure  him \nto  come  over  to  her  cause.  Mighty  meeds  of  honor  have  been  hinted \nas  his  rewards,  but  he  did  not  yield.  We  love  him,  for  he  has  fre- \nquently turned  aside  from  his  labors,  and,  with  reverence  and  homage, \nsacrificed  at  the  tomb  of  the  immortal  Hamilton.  No  envy,  which \ndisturbs  little  minds,  chafed  his  breast ;  but,  penetrated  Avith  grief,  he \nshed  upon  Hamilton's  grave  such  tears  as  genius  weeps  at  the  loss  of \nkindred  souls.\" \n\nMr.  Otis  was  elected  Speaker  of  the  House  in  1803  until  1805,  and \nPresident  of  the  Senate  in  1805,  which  stations  he  filled  during  twelve \nyesLTS,  with  grace,  dignity,  and  urbanity.  He  was  appointed  judge  of \nthe  Court  of  Common  Pleas,  on  its  institution  in  1814,  and  continued \nin  that  vocation  until  April,  1818,  Avhen  he  was  succeeded  by  William \nPrescott,  the  father  of  the  historian. \n\nThe  most  important  event  in  the  political  life  of  Mr.  Otis  was  his \nconnection  with  the  Hartford  Convention.  He  was  chairman  of  the \nlegislative  committee  which,  October,  1814,  urged  arguments  in  favor \nof  callino-  a  convention  of  the  New  Eno-land  States,  because  of  internal \ndifficulties  arising  from  the  w\\ar  with  Great  Britain.  He  was  a  member \nof  this  convention,  w^hich  gathered  at  Hartford,  Dec.  15th  of  that  year, \nwhen  Hon.  George  Cabot  was  elected  president.  The  nature  of  this \nconclave  may  be  apprehended  from  the  instructions  extended  to  com- \nmissioners sent  to  the  General  Government,  January,  1815,  by  this \nState  and  Connecticut.  Mr.  Otis,  Thomas  H.  Perkins,  and  William \nSullivan,  represented  Massachusetts  in  this  matter.  They  were \ninstructed  to  make  earnest  and  respectful  application  to  the  government \nof  the  United  States,  requesting  their  consent  to  some  arrangement \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  203 \n\nwhereby  tlie  State  of  Massachusetts,  separately,  or  in  concert  witli \nneighboring  States,  may  be  enabled  to  assume  the  defence  of  their  ter- \nritories against  the  enemy;  and  that,  to  this  end,  a  reasonable  portion \nof  the  taxes  collected  -within  said  States  maybe  paid  into  the  respective \ntreasuries  thereof,  and  appropriated  to  the  payment  of  the  balance  due \nto  the  said  States,  and  to  the  future  defence  of  the  same, —  the  amount \nso  paid  into  the  treasuries  to  be  credited,  and  the  disbursements  so \nmade  to  be  charged,  to  the  United  States.  The  commissioners  were \nfurther  required  to  consult  with,  and  to  solicit  the  assistance  and  coop- \neration of,  the  senators  and  representatives  of  this  commonwealth  in \nthe  Congress  of  the  United  States.  The  commission  was  dated  Jan. \n31,  1815.  The  commissioners  had  just  arrived  at  Washington,  about \nthe  14th  of  February,  when  the  joyful  news  of  peace  was  proclaimed, \nthus  rendering  nugatory  the  necessity  of  their  object ;  and  this  result \nwas  doubtless  hastened  by  a  fear  of  the  consequences  of  this  conven- \ntion. \n\nThe  popular  clamor  was  forthwith  raised  against  the  Hartford  Con- \ntion,  accusing  its  managers  of  an  attempt  to  dissolve  the  Union ;  and, \nat  a  national  festival  of  the  Washington  Society,  a  democratic  leader \nsaid  that  it  was  a  dangerous  combination  of  internal  foes,  who  had  art- \nfully entwisted  themselves  within  the  legitimate  branches  of  our  federal \nand  State  governments.  And  the  charge  has  been  reiterated  —  Novem- \nber, 1850  —  by  another  democratic  leader,  the  moderator  of  a  party \ncaucus  at  Faneuil  Hall,  that  the  Hartford  Convention  designed  a  north- \nern confederacy,  involving  an  entire  change  in  the  organization  of  our \ninstitutions.  The  lively  and  forcible  language  of  Fisher  Ames,  that \nfalsehood  will  travel  from  INIaine  to  Georgia  while  truth  is  putting  on \nher  boots,  was  fully  verified  in  the  early  efforts  to  assert  the  patriotic \nintent  of  this  assembly.  The  inquiry  has  often  been  urged,  Was  not \nthe  Hartford  Convention  conceived  by  that  constellation  of  veiy  estima- \nble and  talented  men,  the  Essex  junto,  as  it  was  brought  forth  by  that \nlesser  light,  the  Bay  State  Legislature  of  Caleb  Strong  ?  We  will \ncite  Mr.  Otis  on  this  question.  The  convention  was  not  the  plan  or \ncontrivance  of  one  man,  or  of  a  junto,  or  cabal ;  but  a  simultaneous \nand  instinctive  conception  of  many,  prompted  by  the  nature  and  the \nimagined  necessity  of  the  case. \n\nThe  surpassingly  eloquent  defence  of  the  Hartford  Convention,  from \nthe  highly-polished  hand  of  Harrison  Gray  Otis,  like  his  speeches, — \nor,  rather,  orations,  as  they  should  be  termed, —  so  often  pronounced \n\n\n204  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nat  Fiineuil  Hall,  in  the  halls  of  Congress,  and  in  our  State  Legislature, \nfor  force  and  beauty  of  argument,  will  be  treasured  by  posterity  among \nthe  noblest  efforts  of  patriotism ;  and  posterity  will  rank  the  epistles  of \nJunius  and  Otis,  for  purity  of  diction,  effective  sarcasm  and  elevation  of \nthought,  as  models  of  diction,  in  both  hemispheres.  Moreover,  the \nspeeches  of  Otis,  when  Napoleon  was  in  the  zenith  of  his  power, \nawakened  in  the  Bostonians  a  keen  jealousy  of  his  thirst  for  conquest, \nand  remind  one  of  the  eloquence  of  Demosthenes,  when  rousing  the \nAthenians  to  precautions  against  the  ambition  of  Philip  of  Macedon. \n\nMr.  Otis  remarks  that  his  mission  to  Hartford  was  forced  upon  him \nby  three-fourths  of  the  Massachusetts  Legislature,  against  his  most \nearnest  remonstrances,  and  ttPlhe  great  sacrifice  of  his  convenience. \nThe  germ  of  the  expedient  may  be  traced  to  Gov.  Jones,  of  Rhode \nIsland,  who,  in  September,  1814,  proposed  to  this  State,  in  case  of \ninvasion,  to  march  his  troops  to  the  aid  of  any  neighboring  State,  and \nrequested  the  cooperation  of  our  State  in  like  emergency.  The  great \nobjects  of  the  convention  were,  to  devise,  if  possible,  means  of  security \nand  defence,  consistent  with  preservation  from  total  ruin,  adapted  to \ntheir  local  situation,  and  not  repugnant  to  their  obligations  as  members \nof  the  Union.  The  faculty  of  defending  the  States  by  their  own \nmilitia,  and  at  the  expense  of  the  United  States,  has  since  been  sanc- \ntioned by  Congress.  Mr.  Otis  says,  here  is  a  curious  subject  of  specu- \nlation for  posterity.  The  principal  measure  of  an  assembly  intended, \nas  was  said,  to  concentrate  all  the  force  of  opposition  to  the  constituted \nauthorities  of  the  nation,  was,  by  deliberate  act  of  those  authorities, \nvirtually  adopted ;  and  the  egg  that  was  laid  in  the  darkness  of  the \nHartford  conclave  was  hatched  by  daylight,  under  the  wing  and \nincubation  of  the  national  eagle.  Those  who  serve  the  State  in  the \ncivil  department  have  no  court  of  inquiry,  like  those  in  the  naval  and \nmilitary  service,  for  protection,  but  are  at  the  mercy  of  every  popinjay, \nsays  Otis,  who  can  throw  a  squib  or  discharge  an  air-gun  from  a  garret \nwindow, —  of  editors  who  pander  for  the  bad  passions  of  party,  and  for \nrivals  who  humble  themselves  to  imitate  thestarhngs  and  halloo  \"  Mor- \ntimer,\" instead  of  giving  an  elevated  tone  to  the  public  sentiment,  in \nwhich  all  men  of  high  minds,  even  of  their  own  party,  would  be  glad \nto  harmonize. \n\nThere  is  no  doubt  that  this  convention  was  influenced  by  a  decided \nlove  of  country,  and,  of  course,  by  the  most  honorable  motives.  Another \nserious  object  of  this  convention  was  to  prevent  the  danger  of  a  civil \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  205 \n\n\nO \n\n\nwar,  as  in  the  western  parts  of  Massachusetts  and  in  Connecticut  there \nwas  a  decided  opposition  to  an  internal  tax,  for  the  purpose  of  contin- \nuing the  contest  with  Great  Britain.  We  make  this  statement  on  the \nauthority  of  the  Hon.  Judge  Wilde,  probably  the  last  survivor  of  the \ndelegates  to  the  convention.  \"  I  am  sensible,\"  remarks  Mr.  Otis,  \"  that \namong  such  men  I  Avas  not  meet  to  be  called  an  'Apostle.'  But  hav- \ning nothing  to  retract,  no  favors  to  ask,  no  propitiatory  incense  to  ofiFer \nupon  new  altars,  I  hope  there  will  be  seen  neither  vanity  nor  conde- \nscension in  my  declaring  that  I  am  unconscious  of  any  conduct  that \nwould  justify  the  singhng  me  out  as  a  political  desperado,  Avho  offered \nto  the  convention  projects  by  which  they  w^re  revolted.  I  challenge \nthe  pi'oduction  or  quotation  of  any  speech  *or  writing  for  which  I  am \naccountable,  without  garbling  or  interpolation,  conspicuous  for  unseemly \nviolence,  intolerance,  or  even  disrespect  for  my  political  adversaries ; \nmuch  less,  pointing  to  a  disunion  of  the  States,  which  I  should  dread \nas  a  national  and  perpetual  earthquake.  In  the  ardor  of  debate,  I  liave \nrepelled  personalities  by  giving  '  measure  for  measure ; '  but  if  I  am \ninimical  to  republican  principles  and  equal  rights,  I  must  have  basely \ndegenerated  from  my  parent  stock.  And  though  I  claim  no  merit \nfrom  '■genus  et  j)roai:os,^  yet,  that  I  shoald  go  into  the  convention \nto  instigate  others  to  pull  down  that  '  temple '  which,  for  at  least \nforty-and-two  years,  my  ancestors  with  their  countrymen  had  been \nengaged  in  building,  from  the  first  trench  and  corner-stone,  and  in \nwhich  I  had  always  professed  to  worship,  would  seem  to  be  an  unnatu- \nral act,  at  least,  of  which  all  just  men  will  one  day  require  better  proof \nthan  has  been  or  can  be  furnished  by  the  unjust.  My  political  sins \nare  those  of  congresses,  senates,  and  houses  of  representatives, —  of  a \nmajority  of  the  people,  first  of  the  United  States,  then  of  my  native \nState  and  city.  Of  my  full  ahquot  part  of  these,  I  would  nothing \nextenuate,  and  more  should  not  be  set  down  to  me  in  malice.  I  have \nlived  to  see  triumphant  all  the  principles  of  the  great  original  Federal \nparty,  of  Avhich  Washington  was  the  head,  and  of  which  I  was  an  indi- \nvidual member,  though,  by  the  perversity  of  the  course  of  human \naffairs,  I  have  survived  the  downfall  of  the  party  itself  There  is  no \nprominent  feature  of  Federal  policy, — unless  the  alien  and  sedition  law \nbe  so  regarded,  by  means  of  a  factitious  importance, —  which  the  ruling \nparty  has  not  found  itself  compelled  to  adopt,  and  place  in  a  bolder \nrelief  The  funding  system,  bank,  navy,  army,  loans,  taxes,  embas- \nsies,—  in  short,  whatever  appertaining  to  the  civil  and  military  estab- \n18 \n\n\n206  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nlishments  was  formerly  a  theme  of  opposition, —  have  been  patronized \nnot  merely  as  appendages,  but  essentials  to  the  machinery  of  govern- \nment. All  the  hydras  and  chimeras  are  transformed  into  goodly \nshapes  and  proper  agents.  And  not  a  question  has  been  decided  —  nor, \nas  far  as  I  am  informed,  agitated  —  upon  old  party  principles,  since  the \npeace.\" \n\nLet  it  never  be  forgotten  that  the  very  system  recommended  by  the \nHartford  Convention  became,  by  act  of  Congress,  the  law  of  the  la,n-dj \nand  its  effect  has  been  to  consolidate  the  national  union ;  and  though  Mr. \nOtis  has  often  been  denounced  by  political  Hotspurs,  in  public  caucus, \nas  an  enemy  to  his  country,  posterity  in  all  coming  time  will  simulta- \nneously concede  the  purity  of  his  motives,  and  exclaim,  in  their  pro- \nfound sense  of  his  honesty,  like  Aufidius  in  Shakspeare : \n\n\"  Tf  Jupiter  should,  from  yond  cloud, \nSpeak  divine  things,  and  say  't  is  true, \nI'  d  not  believe  them  more  than  thee,  all  noble  Marcius  !  7 \n\nPresident  John  Quincy  Adams  declared,  in  a  communication  under \nhis  authority,  in  the  National  Intelligencer  of  Oct.  21,  1828,  that \ndurincr  the  session  of  Congress  in  1808  he  had  informed  his  confiden- \ntial  correspondents  that  he  knew,  from  unequivocal  evidence,  although \nnot  provable  in  a  court  of  law,  that  the  object  of  certain  leaders  of  the \nj)arty  which  had  in  its  hands  the  management  of  the  Legislature  of \nMassachusetts  was,  and  had  been  for  several  years,  \"a  dissolution  of \nthe  Union,  and  the  establishment  of  a  separate  confederation ;  and  that, \nin  case  of  a  civil  war,  the  aid  of  Great  Britain  to  effect  that  purpose \nwould  be  as  surely  resorted  to  as  it  would  be  indispensably  necessary \nto  the  design.\"  And  in  a  communication  addressed  to  the  following \npersons,  namely,  H.  G.  Otis,  Israel  Thorndike,  T.  H.  Perkins,  Wil- \nliam Prescott,  Daniel  Sargent,  John  Lowell,  William  Sullivan,  Charles \nJackson.  Warren  Dutton,  Benjamin  Pickman,  Henry  Cabot  (son  of \nHon.  George  Cabot),  C.  C.  Parsons  (son  of  Chief  Justice  Theophilus \nParsons),  Franklin  Dc.xter  (son  of  Hon.  Samuel  Dexter),  who  had \nrequested  him  to  state  Avho  are  the  persons  designated  as  leaders  of  the \nparty  prevailing  in  Massachusetts  in  the  year  1808,  whose  object,  he \nasserted,  was,  and  had  been  for  several  years,  a  dissolution  of  the \nUnion,  and  the  establishment  of  a  separate  confederation,  together  with \nthe  whole  evidence  on  which  that  charge  is  founded, —  at  the  same \ntime  protesting  that,  constrained  by  a  regard  to  their  deceased  friends \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY    OTIS.  207 \n\nand  to  posterity,  as  ^vell  as  by  a  sense  of  what  was  due  to  their  own \nhonor,  most  solemnly  to  declare  that  they  have  never  known  nor  sus- \npected that  any  party  in  Massachusetts  ever  entertained  the  design  of \na  dissolution  of  the  Union,  or  the  establishment  of  a  separate  confed- \neracy,—  President  Adams  replied  :  -'That  project,  I  repeat,  had  gone  to \nthe  length  of  fixing  upon  a  military  leader  for  its  execution;  and, \nalthouo;h  the  circumstances  of  the  time  never  admitted  of  its  execution. \nnor  even  of  its  fall  development,  I  had  yet  no  doubt  in  1808  and \n1809,  and  have  no  doubt  at  tliis  time,  that  it  is  the  key  to  all  the  great \nmovements  of  these  leaders  of  the  Federal  party  in  New  England,  from \nthat  time  forward  till  its  final  catastrophe  in  the  Hartford  Convention.*' \nAnd  President  Adams  said,  in  the  conclusion  of  his  letter  :  •'  It  is \nnot  improbable  that,  at  some  future  day,  a  solemn  sense  of  duty  to  my \ncountry  may  require  me  to  disclose  the  evidence  which  I  do  possess. \nand  for  which  you  call.  But  of  that  day  the  selection  must  be  at  my \nown  judgment ;  and  it  may  be  delayed  till  I  myself  shall  have  gone  to \nanswer  for  the  testimony  I  may  bear,  before  the  tribunal  of  your  God \nand  mine.  Should  a  disclosure  of  names  ever  then  be  made  by  me,  it \n^vill,  if  possible,  be  made  with  such  reserve  as  tenderness  to  the  feelings \nof  the  living,  and  to  the  flimilies  and  friends  of  the  dead,  may  admon- \nish.\" The  evidence  in  support  of  this  opinion  of  John  Quincy  Adams \nnever  having  to  this  day  been  exhibited,  and  it  being  admitted  that \nit  is  not  such  as  would  suffice  to  establish  the  charge  in  a  court  of \njustice,  the  opinion  remains,  for  all  purposes  of  evidence,  utterly  inef- \nfective. Wo  have  the  charity  to  express  the  opinion  that  President \nAdams  over-estimated  the  weight  of  the  evidence  on  which  he  relied. \n—  an  opinion  which,  at  the  worst,  does  him  no  injustice,  since,  should \nit  be  well  founded,  his  mistake  of  iuds-ment  would  be  like  that  of* \nheated  partisans  of  every  name  and  age.  The  origin  of  the  whole \nmystery  is  probably  traceable  to  the  disclosures  of  John  Henry,  an \nofficer  in  the  British  army,  who,  in  the  year  1809,  was  employed  by \nSir  James  Craig,  the  Governor  of  Canada,  to  visit  the  United  States  for \nthe  purpose  of  ascertaining  whether  the  dominant  party  of  New  Eng- \nland would  favor  a  dissolution  of  the  Union,  and  a  connection  with \nGreat  Britain.  We  refer  our  readers  to  Dwight's  History  of  the  Hart- \nford Convention,  and  to  Walsh's  review  of  that  work  in  the  American \nQuarterly  Review,  for  a  clear  development  of  this  subject.  In  reply \nto  the  inquiry.  Why  not  leave  the  honor  of  the  Hartford  Convention \nwhere  Ford's  heroine  left  her  fame,  \"to  Memory,  and  Time's  old \n\n\n208  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ndaughter,  Truth  \"  ?  —  Mr,  Walsh  says,  in  reply,  for  the  simple  reason \nthat  all  experience  has  taught  us  that  memor}-  is  always  defective,  and \ntruth  frequently  perverted.  Already,  in  the  case  before  us,  newspaper \nsurmises  have  gradually  grown  up  into  rhetorical  text ;  and  these,  by \ndint  of  repetition,  are  fast  forming  into  materials  for  history. \n\nIn  the  year  1817  Mr.  Otis  was  elected,  by  a  strong  vote  of  the  State \nLegislature,  to  the  United  States  Senate,  in  the  place  of  Gen.  Joseph \nB.  Varnum,  the  successor  of  Timothy  Pickering.  Here  Mr.  Otis \nshone  with  peculiar  lustre,  for  his  force  as  a  statesman  and  graceful \nrhetoric.  His  speech  in  reply  to  Mr.  Pinckney,  on  the  Missouri  ques- \ntion, January,  1820,  was  a  noble  burst  of  eloquence,  in  a  caveat  on \nslavery,  classed  among  the  imperishable  few  of  the  floor  of  Congress. \nHe  was  ever  devoted  to  the  interest  of  his  native  State,  especially  in \nasserting  her  claims  in  public  service  during  the  contest  with  Britain. \nMr.  Otis  resigned  his  seat  in  1823  ;  and,  on  the  retirement  of  John \nBrooks  from  the  chair  of  State,  he  became  the  Federal  candidate,  in \ncompetition  with  William  Eustis.  Mr.  Otis  was  defeated ;  and  he \nremarked  to  a  friend,  \"  My  failure  in  this  contest  was  a  mortification \nand  a  severe  disappointment  to  me  at  the  time,  but  I  look  back  upon \nit  now  without  regret.  I  regard  it  as  the  most  fortunate  event  of  my \nlife.  I  have  been  a  happier  and  better  man,  since  I  was  thrown  out  of \npolitical  life,  than  I  should  ever  have  been  had  I  remained  in  it.\" \n\nMr.  Otis  was  elected  mayor  of  his  native  city  in  1829,  and  in  the \ninaugural  address  delivered  on  the  occasion  he  remarks:  \"With  the \nfriends  of  former  days,  whose  constancy  can  never  be  forgotten,  others \nhave  been  pleased  to  unite,  and  to  honor  me  with  their  suffrages,  who \nhold  in  high  disapprobation  the  part  I  formerly  took  in  political  affairs. \n^Their  support  of  me  on  this  occasion  is  no  symptom  of  a  change  of \ntheir  sentiment  in  that  particular.  I  presume  not  to  infer  from  it  even \na  mitigation  of  the  rigor  with  which  my  public  conduct  has  been \njudged.  But  it  is  not  presumptuous  to  take  it  for  granted  that  those \nwho  have  favored  me  with  their  countenance  on  this  occasion  confide \nin  my  sense  of  the  obligation  of  veracit}^,  and  of  the  aggravated  prof- \nligacy that  would  attend  a  violation  of  it,  standing  here  in  the  presence \nof  God  and  my  country.  On  this  faith,  I  feel  myself  justified  by  cir- \ncumstances to  avail  myself  of  this  occasion, —  the  first,  and  probably \nthe  last,  so  appropriate,  that  it  will  be  in  my  power, —  distinctly  and \nsolemnly  to  assert,  that  in  no  time  in  the  course  of  my  life  have  I \nbeen  present  at  any  meeting  of  individuals,  public  or  private,  of  the \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  209 \n\nmany  or  the  few,  or  privy  to  any  correspondence  of  whatever  descrip- \ntion, in  which  any  proposition  having  for  its  object  the  dissolution  of \nthe  Union,  or  its  dismemberment  in  any  shape,  or  a  separate  confed- \neracy, or  a  forcible  resistance  to  the  government  or  laws,  was  ever \nmade  or  debated;  that  I  have  no  reason  to  believe  that  any  such \nscheme  was  ever  meditated  by  distinguished  individuals  of  the  old  Fed- \neral party.  But,  on  the  other  hand,  every  reason  which  habits  of \nintimacy  and  communion  of  sentiment  with  most  of  them  afforded,  for \nthe  persuasion  that  they  looked  to  the  remote  possibility  of  such  events \nas  the  most  to  be  deprecated  of  all  calamities,  and  that  they  would \nhave  received  any  serious  proposal,  calculated  for  those  ends,  as  a  par- \noxysm of  political  delirium.  This  statement  will  bear  internal  evi- \ndence of  truth  to  all  who  reflect  that  among  those  men  were  some  by \nthe  firesides  of  whose  ancestors  the  principles  of  the  union  and  inde- \npendence of  these  States  were  first  asserted  and  digested ;  from  which \nwas  taken  the  coal  that  kindled  the  hallowed  flame  of  the  Revolution,; \nfrom  whose  ashes  the  American  eagle  rose  into  life.  Others,  who  had \nconducted  the  measures  and  the  armies  of  that  Revolution, —  Solo- \nmons in  council,  and  Samsons  in  combat ;  others,  who  assisted  at  the \nbirth  of  the  federal  constitution,  and  watched  over  its  infancy  with \npaternal  anxiety ;  —  and,  I  may  add,  to  the  best  of  my  knowledge  and \nbelief,  that  all  of  them  regarded  its  safety  and  success  as  the  best  hop<' \nof  this  people,  and  the  last  hope  of  the  friends  of  liberty  throughout \nthe  world.  I  again  express  my  hope  that  these  remarks  will  not  be \nconsidered  ill-timed.  They  are  a  testimony  offered  in  defence  of  the \nmemory  of  the  honored  dead,  and  of  patriotic  survivors,  who  have  not \nthe  same  opportunity  of  speaking  for  themselves.  Their  object  is  not \npersonal  favor,  though  I  am  free  to  admit  that  I  am  not  indifferent  to \nthe  desire  of  removing  doubts  and  giving  satisfaction  to  the  minds  of \nany  who,  by  a  magnanimous  pledge  of  kind  feelings  toward  rao,  have  a \nclaim  upon  me  for  every  candid  explanation  and  assurance  in  my  power \nto  afford.\" \n\nIn  this  connection,  we  cannot  restrain  the  desire  to  introduce  an \ninstance  of  the  condescension  and  courtesy  of  Mr.  Otis  towards  hh* \npohtical  opponents.  At  a  festival  of  Federal  advocates  of  the  admin- \nistration of  Andrew  Jackson,  in  Faneuil  Hall,  when  it  was  splendidly \ndecorated  with  the  banners  of  the  old  Washington  Benevolent  Society, \nMarch  4,  1829,  Mr.  Otis;  the  mayor,  gave —  \"Homage  to  the  con- \nstitution, manifested  in  respect  to  its  chief  functionary :  May  New \n18* \n\n\n21^'  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nEngland  conquer  his  esteem,  as  he  conquered  the  public  enemy,  by \nmeeting  him  more  than  half- way. \"  And  when  Mr.  Otis  had  retired, \nthe  Hon.  Theodore  Lyman,  who  presided  on  the  occasion,  gave  this \nsentiment  —  \"  The  Mayor :  May  the  discerning  citizens  of  Boston  ren- \nder full  justice  to  his  patriotic  endeavors  for  the  welfare  of  a  city  of \nwhich  he  has  so  long  been  a  conspicuous  ornament.\" \n\nOn  the  morning  of  the  17th  day  of  September,  1830,  just  previous \nto  the  delivery  of  the  centennial  discourse  on  the  history  of  Boston,  by \nJosiah  Quincy,  an  address  was  delivered  by  Mr.  Otis,  the  mayor,  on \nthe  removal  of  the  municipal  government  to  the  old  State-house,  in \nwhich  he  chronicles  the  men  and  the  occurrences  giving  celebrity  to  the \nedifice,  thereafter  named  the  City  Hall,  until  its  removal  to  Court- \nBquare.     We  will  cite  a  few  passages  from  this  graphic  view  of  remem- \nbrances :    The  history  of  the  town-house,  considered  as  a  compages  of \nbrick  and  wood,  is  short  and  simple.     It  was  erected  between  the  years \n1657  and  '59,  and  was  principally  of  wood,  as  far  as  can  be  ascer- \ntained.    The  contractor  received  six  hundred  and  eighty  pounds,  on  a \nfinal  settlement,  in  full  of  all  contracts.     This  was  probably  the  whole \namount  of  the  cost,  being  double  that  of  the  estimate, —  a  ratio  pretty \nregularly  kept  up  in  our  times.     The  population  of  the  town,  sixty \nyears   afterwards,  was   about   ten  thousand;    and   it  is  allowing  an \nincrease  beyond  the  criterion  of  its  actual  numbers  at  subsequent  peri- \nods, to  presume  that  at  the  time  of  the  first  erection  of  the  Town-house \nit  numbered  three  thousand  souls.     In  1711  the  building  was  burnt \nto  the  ground,  and  soon  afterwards  it  was  built  with  brick.     In  1747 \nthe  interior  was  again  consumed  by  fire,  and  soon  repaired  in  the  form \nwhich  it  retained  until  the  present  improvement,  with  the  exception  of \nsome  alterations  in  the  apartments  made  upon  the  removal  of  the  Leg- \nislature to  the  new  State-house.     The  eastern  chamber  was  originally \noccupied  by  the  Council,  afterwards  by  the  Senate.     The  representa- \ntives constantly  held  their  sittings  in  the  western  chamber.     The  floor \nof  these  was  supported  by  pillars,  and  terminated  at  each  end  by  doors, \nand  at  one  end  by  a  flight  of  steps  leading  into  State-street.     In  the \nday-time  the  doors  were  kept  open,  and  the  floor  served  as  a  walk  for \nthe  inhabitants,  always  much  frequented,  and  during  the  sessions  of \nthe  courts  thronged.     On  the  north  side  were  ofiiccs  for  the  clerks  of \nthe  supreme  and  inferior  courts.     In  these  the  judges  robed  them- \nselves, and  walked  in  procession,  followed  by  the  bar,  at  the  opening \nof  the  courts.     Committee-rooms  were  provided  in  the  upper  story. \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  211 \n\nSince  the  removal  of  the  Legislature,  it  has  been  internally  divided \ninto  apartments  and  leased  for  various  uses,  in  a  mode  familiar  to  you \nall,  and  it  has  now  undergone  great  repairs.  This  floor  being  adapted \nto  the  accommodation  of  the  city  government  and  principal  officers, \nwhile  the  first  floor  is  allotted  to  the  post-office,  news-room,  and  private \nwarehouses. \n\n\"In  this  brief  account  of  the  natural  body  of  the  building,  which,  it  is \nbelieved,  comprehends  whatever  is  material,  there  is  nothing  certainly \ndazzling  or  extraordinary.  It  exhibits  no  pomp  of  architectural  grand- \neur, or  refined  taste ;  and  has  no  pretensions  to  vie  with  the  magnifi- \ncent structures  of  other  countries,  or  even  of  our  own.  Yet  it  is  a \ngoodly  and  venerable  pile ;  and,  with  its  recent  improvements,  is  an \nornament  of  the  place  of  whose  liberty  it  was  once  the  citadel.  And \nit  has  an  interest  for  Bostonians  Avho  enter  it  this  day,  like  that  which \nis  felt  by  grown  children  for  an  ancient  matron  by  whom  they  were \nreared,  and  whom  visiting  after  years  of  absence,  they  find  in  her  neat, \nchaste,  old-fashioned  attire,  spruced-up  to  receive  them,  with  her  com- \nforts about  her,  and  the  same  kind,  hospitable  creature  and  excellent, \nwhom  they  '  left  in '  less  flourishing  circumstances.  But  to  this \nechfice  there  is  not  only  a  natural,  but  •  a  spiritual  body,'  which  is \nthe  immortal  soul  of  independence.  Nor  is  there  on  the  face  of  the \nearth  another  building, —  however  venerable  for  its  antiquity,  or  stately \nin  its  magnificence,  however  decorated  by  columns,  and  porticos,  and \ncartoons,  and  statues,  and  altars,  and  outshining  •  the  wealth  of  Ormus \nor  of  Ind,' — entitled  in  history  to  more  honorable  mention,  or  whose \nspires  and  turrets  are  suri'ounded  with  a  more  glorious  halo,  than  this \nunpretending  building. \n\n'\"This  assertion  might  be  justified  by  a  review  of  the  parts  performed \nby  those  who  have  made  laws,  for  a  century  after  the  first  settlement \nof  Boston  ;  of  their  early  contention  for  their  chartered  rights ;  of  their \nperils  and  difficulties  with  the  natives;  of  their  costly  and  heroic \nexertions,  in  favor  of  the  mother  country,  in  the  common  cause.  But \nI  pass  over  them  all,  replete  as  they  are  with  interest,  with  wonder,  and \nwith  moral.  Events  posterior  to  these  —  growing  out  of  them,  indeed, \nand  taking  from  them  their  complexion  —  are  considered,  by  reflecting \nmen,  as  having  produced  more  radical  changes  in  the  character,  rela- \ntions^ prospects,  and,  so  far  as  becomes  us  to  prophesy,  in  the  destinies \nof  the  human  family,  than  all  other  events  and  revolutions  that  have \ntranspired  since  the  Christian  era.     I  do  not  say  that  the  principles \n\n\n212  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n■which  have  led  to  these  events  originated  here.  But  I  venture  to \nassert  that  here,  -within  these  walls,  they  were  first  practically  applied \nto  a  well-regulated  machinery  of  human  passions,  conscious  rights  and \nsteady  movements,  which,  forcing  these  United  States  to  the  summit \nof  prosperity,  has  been  adopted  as  a  model  by  which  other  nations  have \nbeen,  and  will  yet  be,  propelled  on  the  railroad  which  leads  to  universal \nfreedom.  The  power  of  these  engines  is  self-moving,  and  the  motion  is \nperpetual.  Sages  and  philosophers  had  discovered  that  the  world  was \nmade  for  the  people  who  inhabit  it,  and  that  kings  were  less  entitled \nin  their  own  right  to  its  government,  than  lions,  whose  claims  to  be \nlords  of  the  forest  are  supported  by  physical  prowess.  But  the  books \nand  treatises  which  maintained  these  doctrines  were  read  by  the  admir- \ners of  the  Lockes,  and  Sidneys,  and  Miltons,  and  Harringtons,  and \nreplaced  on  their  shelves  as  brilliant  theories.  Or,  if  they  impelled  to \noccasional  action,  it  ended  in  bringing  new  tyrants  to  the  throne,  and \nsincere  patriots  to  the  scaffold.  But  your  progenitors,  who  occupied \nthese  seats,  first  taught  a  whole  people  systematically  to  combine  the \nunited  force  of  their  moral  and  physical  energies,  to  learn  the  rights  of \ninsurrection  not  as  written  in  the  language  of  the  passions,  but  in \ncodes  and  digests  of  its  justifiable  cases ;  to  enforce  them,  under  the \nrestraints  of  discipline ;  to  define  and  limit  its  objects ;  to  be  content \nwith  success,  and  to  make  sure  of  its  advantages.  All  this  they  did : \nand  when  the  propitious  hour  had  arrived,  they  called  on  their  coun- \ntrymen, as  the  angel  called  upon  the  apostles,  '  Come,  rise  up  quickly ! \n—  and  the  chains  fell  from  their  hands.'  The  inspiring  voice  echoed, \nthrough  the  welkin  in  Europe  and  America,  and  awakened  nations. \nHe  who  would  learn  the  effects  of  it  must  read  the  history  of  the \nworld  for  the  last  half-century.  He  who  would  anticipate  the  conse- \nquences must  ponder  well  the  probabilities  with  which  time  is  preg- \nnant, for  the  next.  The  memory  of  these  men  is  entitled  to  a  full \nshare  of  all  the  honor  arising  from  the  advantage  derived  to  mankind \nfrom  this  change  of  condition,  but  yet  is  not  chargeable  with  the  crimes \nand  misfortunes,  more  than  is  the  memory  of  Fulton  with  the  occa- \nsional bursting  of  a  boiler. \n\n\"  Shall  I.  then,  glance  rapidly  at  some  of  the  scenes,  and  the \nactors  who  figured  in  them,  within  these  walls  7  Shall  I  carry  you \nback  to  the  controversies  between  Gov.  Bernard  and  the  House  of \nRepresentatives,  commencing  nearly  seventy  years  ago,  respecting  the \nclaims  of  the  mother  country  to  tax  the  colonies  without  their  consent  1 \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  213 \n\nTo  the  stand  made  against  writs  of  assistance,  in  the  chamber  now \nintended  for  your  mayor  and  aldermen,  where  and  when,  according  to \nJohn  Adams,  '  Intlepenclence  was  born,'  and  whose  star  was  then \nseen  in  the  cast  by  wise  men.  To  the  memorable  vindication  of  the \nHouse  of  Representatives  by  one  of  its  members?  To  the  \"Rights \nof  the  Colonies,\"  adopted  by  the  Legislature  as  a  text-book,  and  trans- \nmitted to  the  British  ministry  1  To  the  series  of  patriotic  resolutions, \nprotests,  and  State  papers,  teeming  with  indignant  eloquence  and  irre- \nsistible argument  in  opposition  to  the  stamp  and  other  tax  acts  —  to \nthe  landing  and  quartering  of  troops  in  the  town  ?  To  the  rescinding \nof  resolutions  in  obedience  to  royal  mandates  7  To  the  removal  of  the \nseat  of  government,  and  the  untiring  struggle  in  which  the  Legislature \nwas  engaged  for  fourteen  or  fifteen  years,  supported  by  the  Adamses, \nthe  Thachers,  the  Ilawleys,  the  Hancocks,  the  Bowdoins,  the  Quincys, \nand  their  illustrious  colleagues  ?  In  fact,  the  most  important  measures \nwhich  led  to  the  emancipation  of  the  colonies,  according  to  Hutchinson, \na  competent  judge,  originated  in  tliis  house,  in  this  apartment,  with \nthose  men  who,  putting  life  and  fortune  on  the  issue,  adopted  for  their \nmotto \n\n'  Let  such,  such  only,  tread  this  sacred  floor, \nWho  dare  to  love  their  country  and  be  poor.' \n\n\"  Events  of  a  different  complexion  are  also  associated  with  the  Boston \nTown-house.  At  one  time  it  was  desecrated  by  the  king's  troops \nquartered  in  the  Representatives'  chamber,  and  on  the  lower  floor. \nAt  another  time,  cannon  were  stationed  and  pointed  towards  its  doors. \nBelow  the  balcony  in  King-street,  on  the  doleful  night  of  the  fifth  of \nMarch,  the  blood  of  the  first  victims  to  the  military  executioners  was \nshed.  On  the  appearance  of  the  governor  in  the  street,  he  was  sur- \nrounded by  an  immense  throng,  who,  to  prevent  mischief  to  his  person, \nthough  he  had  lost  their  confidence,  forced  him  into  this  building,  with \nthe  cry,  '  To  the  Town-House !  to  the  Town-House ! '  He  then \nwent  forth  into  the  balcony,  and,  promising  to  use  his  endeavors  to \nbring  the  offenders  to  justice,  and  advising  the  people  to  retire,  they \ndispersed,  vociferating  '  Home  !  home  !  '  The  Governor  and  Council \nremained  all  night  deliberating  in  dismal  conclave,  while  the  friends  of \ntheir  country  bedewed  their  pillows  with  tears,  '  such  tears  as  patriots \nshed  for  dying  laws.'  But  I  would  not  wish,  under  any  circumstances, \nto  dwell  upon  incidents  Uke  these,  thankful  as  I  am  that  time,  which \n\n\n214  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nhas  secured  our  freedom,  has  extinguished  our  resentments.  I  there- \nfore turn  from  these  painful  reminiscences,  and  refer  you  to  the  dsy \nwhen  Independence,  mature  in  age  and  lovehness,  advanced  •with  angehc \ngrace  from  the  chamber  in  which  she  was  born,  into  the  same  balcony ; \nand,  holding  in  her  hand  the  immortal  scroll  on  which  her  name  and \ncharacter  and  claims  to  her  inheritance  were  inscribed,  received,  from \nthe  street  filled  with  an  impenetrable  phalanx,  and  windows  glittering \nwith  a  blaze  of  beauty,  the  heartfelt  homage  and  electrifying  peals  of \nthe  men,  women  and  children,  of  the  whole  city.  The  splendor  of  that \nglorious  vision  of  my  childhood  seems  to  be  now  present  to  my  view, \nand  the  harmony  of  universal  concert  to  vibrate  in  my  ear.\" \n\nWhen  our  immortal  Webster,  —  that  presiding  genius  of  the  consti- \ntution, often  characterized  as  the  modern  Dexter,  —  on  the  decision  of \nthe  Whig  party,  in  the  presidential  contest,  to  adopt  Zachary  Taylor \nas  their  candidate,  exclaimed,  in  the  heat  of  disappointed  ambition, \nthat  it  was  a  nomination  not  fit  to  be  made,  thus  exciting  confusion  in \nthe  minds  of  the  party,  our  venerable  octogenarian,   the  Hon.   Mr. \nOtis,  in  a  magnanimous  spirit  of  conciliation,  addressed  an  epistle  to \nthe  public,  in  the  style  of  freshness,  beauty  and  effect,  so  peculiar  to \nhim  before  the  prime  of  life,  advocating  the  expediency  of  this  nomina- \ntion.   It  had  a  tendency  to  unite  the  party,  and  insure  the  elevation  of \nZachary  Taylor ;  and  this  last  generous  act  of  his  life  so  overpowered \nhis  mind,  that  it  accelerated  his  decease,  written  as  it  was  under  the \npressure  of  years  and  infirmity.     \"  The  general  objections  to  placing  a \nmilitary  chieftain  at  the  head  of  the  nation  are  two-fold,\"  says  Mr. \nOtis,  in  this  document :   \"  first,  the  apprehension  that  the  habits  of \nabsolute  authority  may  be  carried  from  the  field  to  the  cabinet, —  that \nhe  may  thus  be  inclined  to  say,  '  I  am  the  State ; '  and,  if  he  cannot \nbend  the  constitution  to  his  will,  to  pierce  it  with  his  sword.     But  a \nsoldier  of  this  species,  before  he  is  intrusted  with  civil  offices,  displays \nhis  character  sufficiently  to  give  warning.     Like  the  rattlesnake,  he \nmay  be  known  by  his  notes  of  preparation ;  and  if  the  people  will  incur \na  danger  equal  to  plague,  pestilence  and  famine,  it  is  their  own  fault. \nSecond,  the  want  of  political  experience,  and  other  qualifications  for  a \nnew  sphere  of  action.     But,  for  these,  the  constituency  must  generally \ntake  its  chance.     In  our  country,  few  persons  '  make  commonwealth's \naffairs  their   only   study.'     Politics  are  not  a  regular  profession  for \nwhich  men  are  educated,  though  too  many  make  it  a  trade.     This \nlast  objection,  therefore,  applies  to  all  other  professions.     Eminence \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  215 \n\nin  either  of  them,  especially  of  the  bar,  is  regarded  as  an  earnest \nof  ability  adequate  to  the  most  elevated  station.  Yet  a  great  lawyer, \nin  full  practice,  can  do  little  more,  if  so  much,  to  qualify  himself  for  a \nnew  vocation,  than  a  general.  They  will  each  have  acquired  a  knowl- \nedge of  the  current  of  affairs  from  the  public  journals  and  from  inter- \ncourse with  others ;  and  neither  will  have  been  able  to  do  more.  The \nsoldier,  perhaps,  has  most  leisure  for  such  pursuits,  except  in  time  of \nactual  war.  The  studies  and  occupation  of  the  lawyer  seem  to  be \nmost  congenial  to  those  of  a  civil  chieftain  ;  yet  great  names  may  be \nfound  to  contend  that  these  very  studies  and  pursuits  contract  the \nmind  of  the  practical  jurist,  and  impair  his  qualifications  for  enlarged \nviews  of  civil  administration  and  adroit  diplomacy. \n\n\"The  truth,  however,  is,  that  a  truly  great  man  will  always  show \nhimself  great.     The  talents  called  forth  by  the  strategy  of  a  succession \nof  military  campaigns,  in  a  country  new  and  unexplored,  and  inacces- \nsible by  ordinary  means,  where  resources  must  be  created,  and  embar- \nrassments  not  to   be  foreseen  are  constantly  met  and  surmounted, \nwould   easily  accommodate  themselves  to  the  varying,    though  less \ndifficult  exigencies  of  civil  affiiirs.     For  myself,  I  rest  satisfied  that \nGeneral  Taylor  would  be  found  fully  competent  to  the  office  of  presi- \ndent, for  the  same  reasons  that  I  think  Daniel  Webster  would  make  a \ngreat  general.     Each  would  require  some  little  training  and  experience, \nin  a  new  harness,  and,  perhaps,  a  good  deal  of  consultation  with  others. \nHistory  is  replete  with  heroes  transformed  into  statesmen.     Who  is \nunacquainted  with  the  agency  and  influence  of  the  great  Marlborough, \nin  the  councils  as  well  as  in  the  wars  of  Queen  Anne  ?     Where  did \nthe  greater  Duke  of  Wellington  qualify  liimself  to  settle  the  peace  of \nEurope,  which  he  had  won  by  his  sword,  associated  in  congress  with \nemperors  and  kings,  and  the  most  accomplished  diplomatists  from  the \nprincipal  cabinets  of  the  old  world  'I     And  whence  did  he  derive  the \nfaculty  which  since  that  period  has  been  displayed,  in  the  intuitive \nsagacity  with  which  he  has  controlled  the  measures  of  the  British \ncabinet  and  peerage,  and  enabled  his  country  to  persevere  in  her \ncareer  of  power  and  glory,  despite  the  most  novel  and  serious  embar- \nrassments?    In   what   school   did   the   great   Napoleon   acquire  the \nknowledge  of  affairs  which   enabled   him  to  hold  the  strings  of  his \nadministration  in  his  own  hands,  to  reform  the  interior  management  of \nthe  whole  empire,  and  to  preside  in  a  council  of  the  most  distinguished \njurists  and  civilians  in  the  formation  of  the  civil  code,  himself  initiatnig \n\n\n216  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nsome  of  the  most  essential  improvements  1  Finally,  our  own  great \nWashington  was  a  Samson  in  combat  before  he  became  a  Solomon  in \ncouncil.  On  very  mature  reflection,  I  am  satisfied  that  General \nTaylor,  in  a  short  time  after  he  shall  have  taken  the  chair,  will  acquit \nhimself  of  his  high  duties  to  the  entire  public  satisfiiction. \n\n\"  It  is  further  objected  that  General  Taylor  is  a  slave-holder.  This \nobjection  comes  sixty  years  too  late.  It  was  disposed  of  in  substance \nby  the  original  articles  of  confederation,  and  annulled  in  form  by  the \nc-onstitution  of  the  United  States.  The  Northern  States  were  glad \nenough  to  avail  themselves  of  the  cooperation  of  the  South  in  their \nstruggle  for  independence,  and  'no  questions  asked.'  Not  less  thankful \nwere  they  to  cem-cnt  the  incipient  alliance  by  a  most  solemn  compact, \nexpressly  recognizing  their  right  to  property  in  their  slaves,  and  engag- \ning to  protect  it, —  treating  with  them,  as  proprietors  of  slaves,  as  our \nequals  in  all  respects,  and  eligible,  of  consequence,  to  all  offices  under \nthe  constitution.  What  would  have  been  the  fate  of  a  motion  in  that \nglorious  assembly  Avhich  formed  the  constitution,  or  of  those  who  might \nhave  made  it,  —  George  Washington  present, —  to  declare  a  slave-holder \nineligible  to  any  office  under  it?  I  well  remember  the  adoption  of  the \nconstitution  by  my  fellow-citizens  of  the  State,  when  Hancock,  muffled \nin  red  baize,  was  brought  into  the  convention,  to  sign  the  ratification. \nThe  evening  preceding,  a  demonstration  in  favor  of  the  measure  was \nmade  in  the  streets  of  Boston,  by  an  assemblage  favorable  to  it,  whose \nnumbers,  Paul  Revere  assured  Samuel  Adams,  were  like  the  sands  of \nthe  sea-shore,  or  like  the  stars  in  heaven.\" \n\nThis  vigorous  document  was  published  on  Oct.  2,  and  the  decease \nof  Otis  occurred  on  the  28th  day  of  that  month.  His  remains  were \nentombed  at  Mount  xVuburn.    He  was  aged  83  years  and  twenty  days. \n\n\"  Of  no  distemper,  of  no  blast,  he  died. \n\nBut  fell  like  autumn  fruit  that  mellowed  long,  — \nE'en  wondered  at,  because  he  dropped  no  sooner  ; \nFate  seemed  to  wind  him  up  to  fourscore  years. \nYet  freshly  ran  he  on  three  winters  more. \nTill,  like  a  clock  worn  out  with  eating  time. \nThe  wheels  of  weary  life  at  last  stood  still. ' ' \n\nOld  Faneuil  Hall  will  ever  be  memorable  as  the  forum  whence,  with \na  voice  of  silvery  sweetness,  the  flashes  of  wit  and  stirring  eloquence  of \nour  Boston  Cicero  captivated  the  people.  Like  Cicero,  our  Otis  was \nby  nature  a  statesman  ;   but  the  honestly-conceived  Hartford  Conven- \n\n\nHARRISON   GRAY   OTIS.  217 \n\ntion,  of  which  he  was  the  most  powerful  advocate,  bhghted  his  political \n\nelevation  above  that  of  the  Senate  in  Congress.     Otis,  however,  was  the \n\npride  of  the  Bostonians ;  and,  while  many  a  political  opponent,  both \n\nfrom  the  press  and  the  rostrum,  to  use  the  words  of  our  native  poet, \n\nSprague, \n\n\"  Soils  the  green  garlands  that  for  Otis  bloom, \nAnd  plants  a  brier  even  on  Cabot's  tomb,\" \n\n\"we  are  confident  that  posterity  will  view  him  as  a  luminous  star  in \nthe  constellation  of  American  patriots.  He  was  never  rivalled  for \neloquence  by  any  politician  of  his  native  city,  or  any  of  his  native \nState,  excepting  only  his  noble  kinsman,  and  the  accomplished  Fisher \nAmes.  The  contour  of  his  head  was  beautiful,  with  animated  eyes, \nand  a  ruddy  complexion.  He  was  rather  tall,  of  noble  bearing,  grace- \nful gestures,  and  courteous  manners.  A  full-length  portrait  of  Otis  is \nin  the  care  of  the  Massachusetts  Mechanics'  Charitable  Association,  and \nan  accurate  portrait  by  Stuart  is  in  the  family.  William  Sullivan  aptly \nremarks  of  him,  that  he  was  the  orator  of  all  popular  assemblies, —  the \nguide  of  popular  opinion  in  all  the  trying  scenes  of  commercial  restric- \ntions, embargo,  and  war.  With  a  fine  person  and  commanding  elo- \nquence, with  a  clear  perception  and  patriotic  purpose,  he  was  the  first \namong  his  equals,  alike  ready  at  all  times  with  his  pen  and  his  tongue. \nAnd  Samuel  K.  Lothrop,  his  pastor,  says  of  him,  that  the  action  and \nplay  of  his  mental  power  was  so  easy,  that  one  was  apt  to  forget  the \nprofound  and  subtle  nature  of  the  subjects  with  Avhich  he  was  dealing. \nHis  power  of  nice  analysis  and  sharp  discrimination  was  extraordinary, \nand  the  broad  and  deep  wisdom  of  his  thought  was  often  as  remarkable \nas  the  language  in  which  he  clothed  it  was  brilliant  and  beautiful. \nThe  biography  of  Harrison  Gray  Otis  remains  to  be  written.  It  was \nwell  said  of  him,  at  the  Harvard  centennial,  by  William  H.  Gard- \niner, that  he  was  the  first  scholar  of  the  first  class  of  a  new  nation, \nthe  career  of  whose  life  has  been  according  to  the  promise  of  his  youth ; \nwho  has  touched  nothing  which  he  has  not  adorned,  and  who  has  been \nrewarded  with  no  oflBce,  nor  honor,  nor  emolument,  to  which  he  was \nnot  richly  entitled. \n\n19 \n\n\n218  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nGEN.   WILLIAM   HULL. \n\nJULY  4,  1788.    FOR  THE  MASSACHUSETTS  SOCIETY  OF  CINCINNATI. \n\nThe  patriotic  appeal  of  the  orator  to  his  companions  in  arms \narouses  in  their  descendants  an  impressive  conception  of  the  burning \nardor  of  our  Revohitionary  heroes  :  The  return  of  this  joyful  anniver- \nsary, my  dear  friends  and  companions,  -will  naturally  recall  to  your \nminds  the  various  interesting  scenes  which  have  fallen  to  your  lot \nwhile  on  the  theatre  of  action.  The  rugged  and  thorny  paths  you \nhave  together  trod, —  the  dangerous  hut  honorable  part  you  have  been \ncalled  to  act, —  the  mingled  emotions  Avhich  have  been  excited,  while \nthe  fate  of  your  country  was  uncertain,  and  the  scenes  of  your  military \ndrama  were  continually  shifting.  In  the  recollection  of  these  important \ntransactions,  you  will  not  be  unmindful  of  your  companions  in  danger. \nAre  they  all  present  to  partake  in  the  festivity  of  the  day,  and  to  com- \nmemorate those  great  events  for  the  acquisition  of  which  their  valor \nand  their  virtue  have  largely  contributed  ?  No,  my  friends,  many  of \nthe  most  ornamental  pillars  have  fallen,  in  erecting  the  great  fabric  of \nfreedom  ;  and,  while  our  feelings  are  alive  on  the  subject,  scarcely  does \nthe  magnitude  of  the  object  compensate  the  magnitude  of  the  sacrifice. \nMay  unfading  laurels  ever  bloom  around  their  tombs  !  May  monu- \nments more  durable  than  marble  be  erected  to  their  memories  !  May \nwe.  my  brethren,  ever  bear  on  our  minds  the  amiable  and  manly  virtues \nby  which  they  were  distinguished  while  actors  on  the  stage,  and  the \nglory  and  dignity  with  which  they  closed  the  scene.  And  while  their \nmemories  live  deeply  engraven  on  the  hearts  and  affections  of  a  grate- \nful people,  may  faithful  history  transmit  their  illustrious  deeds  to  the \nlatest  time,  and  her  fairest  pages  be  ornamented  with  the  lustre  of  their \nfame  ! \n\nThe  memorable  day  we  now  celebrate,  and  the  purposes  for  which \nwe  are  assembled,  will  recall  to  our  recollection  the  period  which  gave \nbirth  to  our  institution,  the  motives  from  Avhence  it  originated,  and  the \nprinciples  upon  which  it  is  founded.  Having  for  more  than  eight  years \ndevoted  our  lives  to  the  service  of  our  country, —  having  cheerfully \nendured  the  dangers  and  fatigues  which  are  incident  to  a  mihtary \nemployment,  and  having  seen  our  efforts  crowned  with  success,  the \nperiod  arrived  when  we  were  to  take  a  farewell  of  each  other,     A \n\n\nWILLIAM    HULL.  219 \n\ncrisis  so  interesting  must  have  excited  a  variety  of  emotions.  While, \non  the  one  hand,  we  were  animated  with  joy  that  our  country  was  freed \nfrom  danger,  and  honorably  seated  in  the  chair  of  independence, —  on \nthe  other,  we  must  have  been  penetrated  with  grief ;  not  that  we  were \nabout  to  quit  the  splendid  scenes  of  military  command,  and  mingle \nwith  our  fellow-citizens :  not  that  toil  and  poverty  would  probably  bo \nour  portion, — for  to  them  we  had  long  been  wedded;  —  but  that  we  were \nto  act  the  last  affectionate  part  of  our  military  connection,  and  to  sep- \narate, perhaps  never  to  meet  again.  Was  it  possible  to  suppress  the \nfeelings  which  the  occasion  excited?  Did  not  the  same  principles \nAvhich  had  animated  you  to  endure  the  fatigues  of  war  and  dangers  of \nthe  field,  for  the  attainment  of  independence,  loudly  call  upon  you  to \ninstitute  a  memorial  of  so  great  an  event  7 \n\nWhen  the  representatives  of  your  country  bestowed  upon  you  the \nhonorable  appellation  of  the  patriot  army,  and  honored  you  with  the \nunited  thanks  of  America  for  the  part  you  had  acted,  was  it  not  your \nduty,  by  your  future  conduct,  to  give  the  highest  possible  evidence \nthat  the  applause  was  not  unmerited  ?  Could  you  possibly  have  exhib- \nited a  more  striking  example,  or  given  a  higher  proof,  than  by  forming \nan  institution  which  inculcated  the  duty  of  laying  down  in  peace  the \narms  you  had  assumed  for  public  defence  ?  If  the  various  fortunes \nof  war  had  attached  you  to  each  other,  if  there  was  sincerity  in  that \nfriendship  you  professed,  if  you  wished  to  contribute  a  small  portion \nof  the  little  you  possessed  to  the  relief  of  your  unfortunate  compan- \nions, was  it  possible  for  you  to  separate,  without  forming  yourselves \ninto  a  society  of  friends,  for  the  continuance  and  exercise  of  these \nbenevolent  purposes  ?  Heaven  saw  with  approbation  the  purity  of  your \nintentions,  and  your  institution  arose  on  the  broad  foundation  of  patri- \notism, friendship,  and  charity. \n\nWilliam  Hull  was  born  at  Derby,  Ct.,  June  24,  1753.  He  grad- \nuated at  Yale  College  in  1772  :  studied  divinity  during  one  year,  and \nthen  attached  himself  to  the  Law  School  in  Litchfield,  Ct.,  and  entered \nthe  bar  in  1775  ;  after  which  he  engaged  in  the  war  of  the  Revolution \nas  a  captain. \n\nThe  first  incident  recorded  by  Capt.  Hull,  on  his  arrival  in  camp,  is \na  striking  illustration  of  the  deficiency  of  military  order,  discipline  and \netiquette,  with  which  Washington  had  to  contend.  A  body  of  the \nenemy  landed  at  Lechmere's  Point,  in  Cambridge.  It  was  expected \nan  attack  would  be  made  on  the  American  lines.     The  alarm  was \n\n\n220  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ngiven,  and  the  troops  ordered  to  their  respective  stations.     When  the \nregiment  of  Col.  Webb  was  formed  for  action,  the  captains  and  subal- \nterns appeared  dressed  in  long  cloth  frocks,  with  kerchiefs  tied  about \ntheir  heads.     Capt.  Hull  was  the  only  man  in  uniform.     The  officers \ninquired  why  he  came  out  in  full  dress, —  that  the  regiment  was  going \ninto  action,  and  that  he  would  be  a  mark  for  the  enemy's  fire.     He \nreplied  that  he  thought  the  uniform  of  an  officer  was  designed  to  aid \nhis  influence  and  increase  his  authority  over  his  men ;    and  if  ever \nimportant  in  these  points,  it  was  more  particularly  so  in  the  hour \nof  battle.     They  referred  to  their  experience,  remarking  that  in  the \nFrench  war  it  was  not  customary,  and  they  had  never  worn  it.     Capt. \nHull  yielded  to  age  and  experience,  sent  his  servant  for  a  frock  and \nkerchief,  and  dressed  himself  after  the  fashion  of  his  companions.     His \ncompany  was  in  advance  of  the  British  lines.     While  at  this  station, \nGen.  Washington  and  suite,  in  the  course  of  reviewing  the  troops, \nstopped  at  the  redoubt,  and  asked  what  officer  commanded  there.     With \nfeelings  of  inexpressible  mortification,  says  Gen.  Hull,  I  came  forward \nin  my  savage  costume,  and  reported  that  Capt.  Hull  had  the  honor  of \ncommanding  the  redoubt.     As  soon  as  Gen.  Washington  passed  on, \nCapt.  Hull  availed  himself  of  the  first  moment  to  despatch  his  ser- \nvant, with  all  possible  speed,  to  bring  him  his  uniform.     As  he  put  it \non,  he  quietly  resolved  never  more  to  subscribe  to  the  opinions  of  men, \nhowever  loyal  and  brave  in  their  country's  service,  whose  views  were \nso  little  in  unison  with  his  own.     After  the  troops  had  waited  four  or \nfive   hours  in   expectation  of  an  attack,  the  enemy  returned  to  his \nencampment,  having  no  other  object  in  making  the  descent  than  to \nprocure  provisions.     Hull  was  in  the  surprise  on  Dorchester  Heights, \nat  White   Plains,  battle  of  Trenton,  and  Princeton,  where    he  was \npromoted  as  major ;    was  at  Ticonderoga,  at  the  surrender  of  Bur- \ngoyne,  in  the  battle  of  Monmouth,  and  at  the  capture  of  Stoney  Point ; \nwas  appointed  army-inspector  under  Baron  Steuben,  became  a  colonel \nin  the  capture  of  Cornwallis,  and  was  sent  on  a  mission  to  Quebec \nto   demand   the  surrender  of    Forts    Niagara,   Detroit,  and   several \nsmaller  forts.     In  Shays'  insurrection,  Col.  Hull  had  command  of \nthe  left  wing  of  the  troops  under  Gen.  Lincoln,  and,  in  making  a \nforced   march   through   a  violent   snow-storm,  surprised   the    insur- \ngents in  their  camp,  who  fled  in  every  direction.     In  1781  Col.  Hull \nmarried  Sarah,  daughter  of  Judge  Fuller,  of  Newton.     In  1789  he \nwas  the  commander  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company, \n\n\nWILLIAM   HULL.  221 \n\nIn  1793  he  was  a  commissioner  to  Upper  Canada  for  a  treaty  with \nthe  Indians.  In  1798  he  visited  Europe,  and  on  his  return  he  was \nappointed  judge  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas,  and  was  in  the  Mas- \nsachusetts Senate.  In  1805  he  was  appointed  by  Congress  the  Gov- \nernor of  Michigan,  when  he  surrendered  Detroit  to  Maj.  Gen.  Isaac \nBrock,  Aug.  15,  1812.  In  1814  he  was  condemned  by  court-martial \nfor  co\\Yardice,  and  sentenced  to  be  shot,  but  was  pardoned  by  President \nMadison.  In  1824  Maj.  Gen.  Hull  pubhshed  a  series  of  letters  in \ndefence  of  his  conduct  in  the  campaign  of  1812.  The  North  Amer- \nican Review  said  that,  from  the  public  documents  collected  and  pub- \nlished in  them,  the  conclusion  must  unequivocally  be  drawn  that  Gen. \nHull  was  required  by  the  government  to  do  what  it  was  morally  and \nphysically  impossible  that  he  should  do ;  and  his  grandson,  Rev.  James \nFreeman  Clarke,  author  of  the  Military  and  Civil  Life  of  Gen.  William \nHull,  in  482  pages  8vo,,  after  a  critical  examination  of  the  whole  case, \nremarks  that  the  charge  of  cowardice,  when  examined,  becomes  incred- \nible and  absurd.  The  only  questions  which  can  now  be  raised  by  rea- \nsonable men  are  these :  Did  not  Gen.  Hull  err  in  judgment  in  some \nof  his  measures  7  Might  it  not  have  been  better  to  have  attacked  Mai- \nden 7  And  was  the  surrender  of  liis  post  at  Detroit,  without  a  struggle \nfor  its  defence,  reconcilable  with  his  situation  at  that  time  ? \n\nThe  reason  for  not  attacking  Maiden  was  the  deficiency  of  suitable \ncannon  for  that  purpose ;  and  a  want  of  confidence  in  the  militia,  as \nacknowledged  by  the  officers  in  command,  to  storm  the  works  at  Mai- \nden, which  were  defended  by  cannon  batteries,  while  reliance  on  the \npart  of  the  Americans  was  on  militia  bayonets  almost  entirely. \n\nIn  considering  the  conduct  of  Gen.  Hull,  in  surrendering  Detroit, \nwe  ought  always  to  bear  in  inind  that  he  was  governor  of  the  territory \nas  well  as  general  of  the  army ;  that  he  accepted  the  command  of  the \narmy  for  the  express  purpose  of  defending  the  territory ;  and  that \nthough,  in  comphance  with  the  orders  of  government,  he  had  invaded \nCanada,  a  principal  object  was  still  the  defence  of  the  people  of  Mich- \nigan. If,  therefore,  his  situation  was  such  that  even  a  successful  tem- \nporary resistance  could  not  finally  prevent  the  fall  of  Detroit,  had  he \nany  right  to  expose  the  people  of  Michigan  to  that  universal  massacre \nwhich  would  unquestionably  have  been  the  result  of  a  battle  at  Detroit? \nIt  must  also  be  remembered  that  at  the  time  of  the  surrender  the  fort \nwas  crowded  with  women  and  children,  who  had  fled  thither  for  protec- \ntion from  the  town,  which  tended  still  more  to  embarrass  the  situation \n\n19* \n\n\n222  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\naud  move  the  sj- mpatliies  of  the  governor.  If,  therefore,  some  persons, \nwith  whom  mihtary  glory  stands  higher  than  humanity  and  plain  duty, \nmay  still  blame  Gen.  Hull  for  not  fighting  a  useless  battle,  and  for  not \ncausing  blood  to  be  shed  where  nothing  was  to  be  gained  by  its  effusion, \nwe  are  confident  that  all  high-minded  and  judicious  persons  will  con- \nclude that,  to  sign  the  surrender  of  Detroit,  was  an  act  of  greater  cour- \nage and  truer  manliness,  on  the  part  of  Gen.  Hull,  than  it  would  have \nbeen  to  have  sent  out  his  troops  to  battle.  On  his  death-bed,  he \nexpressed  his  happiness  that  he  had  thus  saved  the  wanton  destruction \nof  the  peaceful  citizens  of  Michigan.  He  died  at  Newton,  Mass.,  Nov. \n29,  1825. \n\n\nSAMUEL   STILLMAN,   D.   D. \n\nJULY  4,  1789.    FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nSamuel  Stillman  was  born  at  Philadelphia,  Feb.  27,  1737 ;  was \neducated  at  Charleston,  S.  C,  and  married  Hannah,  daughter  of  Evin \nMorgan,  merchant  of  Philadelphia,  May  23,  1759.  He  settled  in  the \nministry  at  James'  Island,  but  impaired  health  occasioned  his  removal \nto  Bordcntown,  N.  J.,  in  17G0,  where,  after  continuing  two  years,  he \nvisited  Boston,  became  an  assistant  at  the  Second  Baptist  Church,  and \nwas,  on  Jan.  9,  17G5,  installed  as  successor  of  Rev.  Jeremiah  Condy. \nover  the  First  Baptist  Church. \n\nOn  the  repeal  of  the  Stamp  Act,  Mr.  Stillman  published  a  patriotic \nsermon,  which  was  greatly  admired.  This  occurred  May  17,  176G. \n'•  Should  I  serve  you  a  century  in  the  gospel  of  Christ,\"  says  Stillman \nin  this  performance.  \"  I  might  never  again  have  so  favorable  an  oppor- \ntunity to  consider  this  passage, — '  As  cold  water  to  a  thirsty  soul,  so  is \ngood  news  from  a  far  country.'  It  is  a  proverb,  the  truth  of  which  you \nare  now  feeling :  hence,  great  is  the  propriety  of  improving  its  spirit- \nual meaning.  And  the  preacher  will  have  the  advantage,  while  he \nattempts  to  illustrate  the  glories  of  the  Gospel,  by  what  the  people  feel. \nHas  not  a  general  joy  diffused  itself  amongst  us  ?  Does  not  Boston \nand  the  country  wear  a  fiice  of  pleasantness  7  You  may  read  good \nnews  in  every  countenance.  How  great  the  alteration  that  has  taken \nplace  amongst  us,  in  consequence  of  a  late  most  interesting  decision  in \n\n\nSAMUEL   STILLMAN,  D.  D.  223 \n\nour  favor  !  When  the  news  arrived,  so  as  to  be  confidently  believed, \nthere  was  a  universal  shout.  It  now  became  impossible  for  every  lover \nof  liberty  and  his  country  to  conceal  the  gladness  of  his  heart, —  pub- \nlic and  private  were  the  expressions  of  joy  on  this  important  occasion. \nYea,  your  children,  yet  ignorant  of  the  importance  of  this  event  to \nthese  colonies,  bear  a  part  in  the  triumphs  of  the  day, —  in  imitation, \nno  doubt,  of  their  parents  and  others,  whom  they  observe  pleased  on \nthis  happy  occurrence.  AVell,  thought  I,  good  news  from  an  earthly \nprince,  that  brings  deliverance,  and  gives  us  the  prospect  of  the  contin- \nuance of  our  most  dear  and  invaluable  rights  and  privileges,  which  we \napprehended  on  the  brink  of  departing  from  us,  fill  us  Avith  such  a  gen- \neral gladness  that  scarce  a  tongue  will  bo  silent.  0  !  how  much  more \nmight  we  expect  that  the  glad  tidings  of  salvation  —  salvation  from \neverlasting  misery,  to  the  fruition  of  endless  happiness  —  would  diffuse \na  universal  joy  !  \"  Samuel  Stillman,  at  that  period,  was  a  loyal  subject \nof  King  George  the  Third,  as  appears  by  this  passage:  \"May  the \nBritish  Parliament  receive  that  deference  from  us  that  they  deserve, \nand  be  convinced  by  our  future  conduct  that  ayc  aim  not  at  independ- \nency, nor  wish  to  destroy  distinctions  where  distinctions  are  necessary. \n—  that  we  rejoice  in  being  governed  according  to  the  principles  of  that \nconstitution  of  which  we  make  our  boast  as  Englishmen ;  yea,  further, \nthat  if  it  was  put  to  our  choice,  whether  our  connection  with  Great \nBritain  should  be  dissolved,  we,  the  inhabitants  of  these  colonies,  would \nrise  like  a  cloud,  and  deprecate  such  a  disunion.\" \n\nMr.  Stillman  soon  became  one  of  the  most  popular  pulpit  orators  of \nhis  day,  and  was  consequently  appointed  to  pi-each  on  great  occasions. \nHe  pronounced  a  sermon  before  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery \nCompany,  under  William  Heath,  and  the  train  of  Artillery,  under \nCapt.  Adino  Paddock,  June  4,  1770.  In  allusion  to  the  massacre  in \nKing-street,  he  says,  \"  On  account  of  wliich  we  have  wept  sore,  our \ntears  are  still  on  our  cheeks ;  which  doubtless  will  be  a  mournful \nanniversary  in  years  to  come.  And  it  is  but  entertaining  such  an \nopinion  of  his  majesty's  paternal  regards  for  his  subjects  as  they  ought \never  to  cherish,  to  suppose  that  he  has  wept,  or  will  weep  with  us,  over \nthe  five  unhappy  men  who  fell  on  that  gloomy  night.  What  heart  is \nhard  enough  to  refuse  a  tear  7  \"  And  in  a  note  Stillman  says,  '•  How- \never well  a  AYOund  may  be  healed,  a  scar  always  remains.  So,  however \nsatisfactorily  to  the  colonists  the  present  disputes  may  terminate,  they \nwill  not  forget  the  names  of  those  who  were  the  cause  of  troops  being \n\n\n224  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nquartered  in  this  metropolis  in  a  time  of  peace,  nor  the  errand  on \nAvliich  they  came.\"  Such  eloquence  like  this,  together  with  the \nliving  voice,  whose  tones  and  emphases,  in  an  orator  like  our  own \nStillman,  says  Dr.  Park,  of  Andover,  are  themselves  almost  a  doc- \ntrine :  not  with  the  voice  alone,  but  with  the  hand,  which  opens  in \norder  to  give  out  the  truth ;  with  the  eye,  which  radiates  a  thought \nunutterable  by  the  lips ;  with  the  Avholc  person,  which  bodies  forth  what \nis  concealed  within.  Mr.  Stillman,  in  this  discourse,  urges  the  neces- \nsity of  a  well-organized  militia,  and  says:  \"In  this  town  there  are \nabove  two  thousand  men  able  to  bear  arms,  many  of  whom  are  excused \nfrom  duty,  except  in  cases  of  alarm ;  others,  inattentive  to  the  import- \nance of  a  well-disciplined  militia,  choose  rather  to  pay  their  fines  than \nappear  in  the  field.  Permit  me,  then,  with  modesty  to  ask,  how  is  it \npossible,  things  continuing  thus,  that  the  regiment  should  appear  either \ncomplete  or  respectable?  Whereas,  would  gentlemen  of  reputation \namong  us  set  the  good  example,  it  would  render  our  militia  repu- \ntable, and  tend  to  increase  the  number  of  volunteers  in  the  service. \nHence  it  is  in  their  power,  in  a  great  degree,  to  strengthen  the  things \nwhich  remain  in  this  respect,  and  seem  ready  to  die.  This,  among \nother  things,  would  be  an  evidence  of  a  truly  public  spirit,  and  an \nhonor  to  those  who  should  lead  the  way.\"  In  Mr.  Stillman' s  Election \nSermon,  delivered  May,  1779,  we  find  the  following  bold  passage,  in \nwhich  he  says  that  ' '  the  very  men  who  were  appointed  the  guardians \nand  conservators  of  the  rights  of  the  people  have  dismembered  the \nempire,  and,  by  repeated  acts  of  injustice  and  oppression,  have  forced \nfrom  the  bosom  of  their  parent  country  milHons  of  Americans,  who \nmight  have  been  drawn  by  a  hair,  but  were  not  to  be  driven  by  all  the \nthunder  of  Britain.  A  few  soft  words  would  have  fixed  them  in  her \ninterest,  and  have  turned  away  that  wrath  which  her  cruel  conduct \nhad  enkindled.  The  sameness  of  religion,  of  language,  and  of  man- \nners, together  with  interest,  that  powerful  motive,  and  a  recollection \nof  that  reciprocation  of  kind  offices  which  had  long  prevailed,  would \nhave  held  America  in  closest  friendship  with  Great  Britain,  had  she \nnot  governed  too  much;\"  and,  in  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this \narticle,  Dr.  Stillman  remarks,  \"  We  have  often  been  told  that  the \nindependence  of  America  hath  taken  place  fifty  or  an  hundred  years \ntoo  soon.  Rather,  it  hath  happened  at  the  very  time  Infinite  Wisdom \nsaw  best.  He  without  whose  knowledge  the  sparrow  doth  not  fall  to \nthe  ground  hath  directed  the  innumerable  intermediate  events  which \n\n\nSAMUEL   STILLMAN,    D.    D.  225\" \n\nconnect  the  settlement  of  the  country  with  the  declaration  of  independ- \nence, in  1776.  It  is  because  unerring  wisdom  chose  it  should  be. \nWhat  makes  this  event  appear  altogether  providential  is,  that  it  was \nnot  the  ground  of  the  quarrel  with  Great  Britain,  nor  the  object  for \nwhich  the  Americans  first  contended.  They  fought  for  liberty,  not  for \nindependence.  There  was  a  period,  after  the  contest  began,  when  they \nwould  have  rejoiced  to  be  placed  in  the  same  condition  in  which  they \nwere  in  17G3.  And  when  the  proposition  of  independence  was  first \nmade,  the  people  in  general  were  much  opposed  to  it,  and  consentdl  to \nit  at  last  as  a  matter  of  absolute  necessity.\" \n\nDr.  Stillman  was  a  delegate  from  Boston  to  the  Massachusetts \nState  convention,  on  the  acceptance  of  the  federal  constitution,  in \nFebruary,  1788.  In  his  speech  on  the  last  day  of  the  session,  he \nremarked  :  \"  I  have  no  interest  to  influence  me  to  accept  this  constitu-  • \ntion  of  government,  distinct  from  the  interest  of  my  country  at  large. \nWe  are  all  embarked  in  one  bottom,  and  must  sink  or  swim  togctlici-. \nHeaven  has  stationed  me  in  a  line  of  duty  that  precludes  every  pros- \npect of  the  honors  and  emoluments  of  office.  Let  who  will  govern,  T \nmust  obey.  Nor  would  I  exchange  the  pulpit  for  the  highest  honors \nmy  country  can  confer.  I,  too,  have  personal  liberties  to  secure,  as \ndear  to  me  as  any  gentleman  in  the  convention ;  and  as  numerous  a \nfamily,  probably,  to  engage  my  attention.  Besides  which,  I  stand \nhere,  with  my  very  honorable  colleagues,  as  a  representative  of  the \ncitizens  of  this  great  metropolis,  who  have  been  pleased  to  honor  rac \nwith  their  confidence, —  an  honor,  in  my  \\new,  unspeakably  greater- \nthan  a  peerage  or  a  pension.\"  After  an  elaborate  course  of  argument, \nhe  remarks  :  \"  Viewing  the  constitution  in  this  light.  I  stand  rcadv  ti) \ngive  my  vote  for  it,  without  any  amendments  at  all.  I  am  ready  to \nsubmit  my  life,  my  liberty,  my  familj',  my  property,  and.  as  far  as \nmy  vote  will  go.  the  interest  of  my  constituents,  to  this  general  gov- \nernment. After  all,  if  this  constitution  were  as  perfect  as  is  the  sacred \nvolume,  it  would  not  secure  the  liberties  of  the  people,  unless  the}- \nwatch  their  own  liberties.  Nothing  written  on  paper  Avill  do  this.  It \nis,  therefore,  necessary  that  the  people  should  keep  a  vigilant,  not  an \nover-jealous  eye,  on  their  rulers  ;  and  that  they  should  give  all  due \nencouragement  to  our  colleges  and  schools  of  learning,  that  so  knowl- \nedge may  be  diffused  through  every  part  of  our  country.\"  Dr. \nStillman  was  a  decided  Whig,  and  a  Federalist  of  the  Washington \nschool.  -  He  died  March  13,  1807.  •      ■' \n\n\n226  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nA  biography  of  Dr.  Stillman,  written  by  his  son-in-law,  Thomas \nGray,  D.  D.,  of  Roxbury,  is  prefixed  to  a  volume  of  occasional  ser- \nmons, published  in  1808.  It  should  be  stated  that  the  analj'sis  of  his \ndoctrinal  opinions  was  written  by  a  layman  of  Dr.  Stillman's  church. \nMadam  Stillman,  his  wife,  founded  the  Boston  Female  Asylum,  in \n1800,  Avhcre  her  portrait  is  exhibited.  A  person  detractingly  re- \nmarked of  Stillman,  in  conversation  with  Moses  Stuart,  of  Andover. \nthat  he  was  not  a  man  of  talents.  \"How  long  was  Dr.  Stillman \npastor  of  the  church?\"  inquired  Stuart.  \"  He  was  its  pastor  forty \nyears,\"  was  the  reply.  ''Was  he  popular  during  all  that  period?  \" \n\"  He  was.\"  \"  What !  and  not  a  man  of  talents  —  impossible  !  \"  said \nStuart. \n\nThe  oratory  of  Stillman  was  a  rare  exception  to  tbe  reply  of  Garrick \nto  a  clergyman  who  inquired  of  him  how  it  was  that  the  stage  pro- \nduced so  much  greater  an  effect  on  an  audience  than  the  pulpit.  \"  The \ndifference  consists  in  this,\"  said  Garrick;  \"  that  we  speak  fiction  as  if \nwe  believed  it  fact,  while  you  preach  the  truth  as  if  you  supposed  it \nfiction.\"  So  flexile  was  the  bow  of  Stillman,  however,  that  the  well- \ndirected  arrow  was  sure  to  reach  the  heart. \n\n\"  One  of  the  best  specimens  of  effect  in  preaching,\"  remarks  the \nPanoplist,  \"was  Dr.  Stillman,  of  the  Baptist  church.  It  should \nalways  be  remembered  that  when  speaking  of  oratory  we  mean  two \ndistinct  things,  which  are  seldom  found  united  in  one  person.  Wc \ncall  Burke  an  orator,  and  the  same  appellation  we  give  to  White- \nfield.  But  how  different !  Burke  was  a  very  tedious  speaker : \nno  man  thinned  the  benches  of  the  House  of  Commons  more, — \nand  it  was  not  until  his  rich  and  flowing  style  appeared  from \nthe  press  that  his  merits  were  appreciated.  With  Whitefield  it  was \nexactly  the  reverse.  He  was  thrilling  from  the  desk,  but  it  would \nhave  been  happy  for  his  memory  if  none  of  his  discourses  had  ever \nbeen  published.  We  cannot  claim  for  Dr.  Stillman  the  oratory  of \nBurke.  His  printed  sermons  are  no  reflection  of  the  man.  The \nvoice  is  wanting, —  the  melting  tones,  the  restless  activity,  the  match- \nless emphasis  (sometimes,  at  least),  the  fervor,  the  life,  the  energy. \nHe  was  a  thin,  spare  man,  dressed  with  the  utmost  neatness;  he \nwore  a  large,  powdered,  bushy  wig ;  his  motions  very  quick,  and  hip \ntones  some  of  the  most  melting  and  quickening  we  ever  heai-d. \nThere  was  a  sort  of  nervous  impatience  in  him  during  the  singing  of \nthe  last  hymn  before  the  sermon,  which  seemed  to  say  to  you,  '  I \n\n\nSAMUEL  STILLMAN,  D.   D.  227 \n\nlong  to  be  at  my  work ;'  and  the  moment  the  choir  stopped,  he  started \nfrom  his  seat,  hke  shot  from  the  cannon's  mouth,  and  was  announcing \nhis  text  before  your  hymn-book  was  half  closed.  It  was  once  our  lot \nto  see  him  enter  the  jail,  in  Court-street,  where  a  criminal  was  con- \nfined, waiting  for  execution.  A  vast  crowd  was  assembled  in  the  yard, \naround  the  old  court-house,  blocking  up  all  the  passages.  He  was \ndriven  up  by  an  elderly  negro  man,  who  sat  on  a  strapped  seat  before \nthe  body  of  the  chaise.  The  impatient  chaplain  leaped  from  his  carriage \nlike  a  bird ;  and  I  shall  never  forget  the  impression  his  motions  made \non  me,  as  he  darted  through  the  crowd,  like  a  glancing  arrow  or  a \nbounding  rocket,  rushing  through  every  opening,  and  almost  pushing \none  one  way,  and  another  another,  seeming  to  say  by  his  very  motions, \n*  Make  way,  gentlemen,  make  way ;  your  business  cannot  be  equal  to \nmine.  I  have  but  one  work  to  do ;  it  must  be  done ;  I  go  to  rescue  a \nsinner  from  the  darkness  of  his  ignorance  and  the  pangs  of  the  second \ndeath.     Make  way,  gentlemen,  make  way.' \n\n\"His  enunciation  was  rapid,  and  his  emphasis,  as  I  have  before \nsaid,  sometimes  inimitable.  He  had  some  nice  flexures  of  voice,  which \nI  have  never  heard  from  another  man,  and  which  never  can  be  restored, \nnow  that  the  voice  that  modulated  them  is  silent  in  the  grave.  For \nexample,  the  following  hymn  : \n\n'  Well,  the  Redeemer 's  gone, \nTo  appear  before  our  God  ; \nTo  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne, \nWith  his  atoning  blood.' \n\n\"  Some  cold-blooded  critic  has  lately  censured  this  verse ;  but  I  think \nhe  must  have  been  disarmed,  could  he  have  heard  Dr.  Stillman  read  it. \nHis  voice  hatl  a  beautiful  circumflex  to  it ;  he  threw  this  emphasis  on \nthe  word  •  well,'  then  a  pause,  and  the  rest  of  the  verse  pronounced  in \nthat  cheerful  and  animating  tone  which  seemed  to  rend  the  veil,  and \ntransport  the  hearer  into  the  unseen  world.  The  most  skilful  actor \nnever  made  a  more  sudden  and  happy  transition.  His  voice,  however, \nwas  more  felicitous  in  sweetness  and  pathos  than  in  majesty  and  terror. \nThe  solemn,  guttural  tones  were  entirely  wanting  to  him ;  and  there \nwas  no  apparent  art  m  his  style  or  delivery.  It  was  all  earnest  sim- \nplicity.\" \n\n\n228  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nDR,   SAMUEL  WHITWELL. \n\nJULY  4,  1789.    FOR  THE  MASSACHUSETTS  SOCIETY  OP  CINCINNATI. \n\nWas  born  at  Boston :  entered  the  Latin  School,  1762 ;  graduated \nat  Princeton,  1774 ;  student  of  medicine  under  Dr.  James  Lloyd,  and \nmarried  Lucy  Tyler,  of  Boston,  1783.  Was  an  army  surgeon  in  Col. \nJames  Jackson's  regiment,  and  died  at  Newton,  November,  1791, \naged  38  years. \n\nLi  Dr.  Whitwell's  oration  we  have  a  happy  allusion  to  the  adoption \nof  the  federal  constitution :  \"  Fearful  of  exhibiting  any  appearance  of \ndespotism,  at  a  time  when  every  heart  was  animated  with  republican \nprinciples,  the  most  rigid  in  their  form :  at  a  period  when  the  cry  of \nliberty  was  ushered  to  the  ear  as  the  goddess  of  the  country,  ensigns \nof  which  were  waved  around  as  emblems  of  true  contentment,  and  a \nname  which  our  little  offspring  were  taught  to  repeat  before  they  could \nscarcely  articulate ;  when  all  ranks  of  people  united  in  sentiment  to \nrepel  every  principle  that  seemed  derogating  from  freedom,  suspicious \nof  infrinffincr  their  darlinsr  ridits,  — it  was  wisdom,  and.  indeed,  neces- \nsary,  to  adapt  public  conduct  and  measures  to  the  temper  and  feeling \nof  the  times.  But  what  a  train  of  evils,  my  friends,  Avas  hence  gener- \nated,—  our  treasures  exhausted,  trade  decaying,  credit  sinking,  our \nnational  character  blasted,  and  ruin  and  destruction  the  gloomy  pros- \npect !  AVhere  was  the  soul  that  was  not  affected  with  the  most  poignant \nsensations  ?  Where  was  the  patriot  that  did  not  bleed  at  every  vein, \nand  shed  tears  of  sorrow  for  his  expiring  country  ?  —  But  what  do  1 \nsay  —  expiring  ?  I  recall  the  word ;  phoenix-like,  from  the  ruins  of \nthe  old,  a  new  constitution  is  framed,  adopted,  and  is  now  in  operation. \nWhat  prospects  of  future  benefits  will  hence  result,  I  leave  my  antici- \npating audience  to  determine ;  but,  as  your  countenances  bespeak  the \nsentiments  of  your  hearts  and  the  wishes  of  your  breasts,  suffer  me,  in \nall  the  warmth  of  enthusiastic  zeal,  to  congratulate  you  on  this  memo- \nrable era.  May  we  prostrate  ourselves  before  the  great  potentate  of \nthe  universe,  and,  in  the  sublime  language  of  inspiration,  exclaim. \n'Praise  waited  for  thee,  oh  God,  in  Zion,  and  unto  thee  shall  the  vow \nbe  performed.'  \"'  ^ \n\n\nEDWARD    GRAY.  229 \n\nEDWARD   GRAY. \n\nJULY   4,  1790.     FOR   THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES \n\nEdward  Gray  was  born  at  Boston,  1764  ;  entered  the  Latin  School \n1772,  graduated  at  Harvard  College  1782,  Avas  a  counsellor-at-law,  and \nmarried  Susanna  Turell,  1790;  was  a  polished  gentleman  of  great \nblandness  of  manners,  and  highly  esteemed.  Rev.  Frederick  T.  Gray \nwas  his  son.     He  died  at  Boston,  Dec.  10,  1810,  aged  forty-six. \n\n\nWILLIAM   TUDOR. \n\nJULY   4,  1790.     FOR  THE   MASSACHUSETTS   SOCIETY   OF  CINCINNATI. \n\nWilliam  Tudor,  the  last  orator  for  this  veteran  institution,  very \npertinently  remarks,  that  \"  to  ascertain  the  precise  time,  under  the \nadministration  of  a  Cecil  or  a  Chatham,  when  Britain  and  her  colonies \nmust  have  separated,  might  afford  amusement  to  a  speculative  inquirer, \nbut  can  be  of  no  utihty  now.  That  the  crisis  was  precipitated,  is  con- \nceded. But  it  was  not  the  despotic  statutes  of  England,—  it  was  not \nthe  haughty  and  fastidious  manners  of  her  officers,  civil  or  military, \n—  which  compelled  the  mighty  Revolution  which  severed  her  empire. \nThese  did  rouse,  but  they  could  not  create,  that  unconquerable  spirit \nwhich  stimulated  America  to  vindicate,  and  irrevocably  to  fix,  those \nrights  which  distance  and  other  causes  might  for  ages  have  kept  indef- \ninite, dependent,  and  precarious.  No :  it  was  that  native,  fervid  sense \nof  freedom,  which  our  enlightened  ancestors  brought  with  them  and  fos- \ntered in  the  forests  of  America,  and  which,  with  pious  care,  they  taught \ntheir  offspring  never  to  forego.  Although  the  present  age  cannot \nforget,  and  posterity  shall  learn  to  remember,  those  violences  which \nimpelled  their  country  to  war,  yet  it  must  be  admitted  that  the  period \nof  parting  had  arrived.  British  influence  and  foreign  arts  might  have \ncorrupted,  silenced  or  destroyed,  that  spirit  which,  thus  early  outraged, \nbecame  invincible,  gave  birth  to  the  immortal  edict,  and  all  those  glo- \nrious circumstances  in  which  we  this  day  rejoice. \n20 \n\n\n230  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\"  Whole  oceans  rolled  between,  yet  the  colonies  retained  a  strong \nattachment  to  their  parent  State.  The  numerous  memorials  transmit- \nted from  every  province  to  that  infatuated  country  remain  the  evidence \nof  their  patience  and  affection.  But,  deaf  to  the  voice  of  supplication \nand  aloof  to  entreaty,  she  added  indignity  to  wrong,  until  '  humility \nwas  tortured  into  rage.'  Oppression  was  crowded  upon  oppression, \nuntil  submission  was  criminal,  and  resistance  became  an  obligation.  On \nthis  auspicious  day,  and  through  every  revolving  year,  the  magnanimity \nexhibited  by  our  country  at  that  all-interesting  .and  momentous  crisis \nshall  cheer  the  patriot  mind,  and  raise  a  glow  of  honest  pride.  She \nneither  hesitated  nor  halted ;  but,  sacrificing  her  attachments  at  the \nshrine  of  duty,  appealed  to  God  and  to  her  sword  for  justice  and  suc- \ncess. Heaven  approbated  the  appeal,  invigorated  her  councils,  and \npointed  the  road  to  victory.  That  sword  which  she  drew  by  compul- \nsion she  wore  with  honor,  and  her  enemies  have  confessed  that  she \nsheathed  it  without  revenge.\" \n\n\nTHOMAS   CRAFTS,  JR. \n\nJULY  4,  1791.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  peroration  of  this  performance  Mr.  Crafts  says :  \"  Locally \nremote  from  the  causes  of  quarrel  which  drench  the  European  world \nin  blood,  what  have  we  to  do  but  cultivate  in  peace  those  virtues  which \nmake  a  nation  great,  as  well  as  happy  ?  The  goddess  of  Liberty  has \ncondescended  to  reside  among  us.  Let  us  cherish  the  lovely  guest, — \nfor  where  will  she  find  an  asylum,  if  driven  from  these  happy  shores  ? \nTo  look  before  us,  a  field  presents  itself  over  which  the  excursive  wing \nof  fancy  might  soar  unwearied.  Li  a  few  years,  our  extensive  lakes \nshall  be  crowded  with  ships  charged  with  the  rich  produce  of  yet  unfur- \nrowed  soils.  On  the  banks  of  rivers,  where  human  footstep  yet  has \nnever  trod,  cities  shall  rear  their  gilded  spires.  The  trackless  wilder- \nness, where  now  the  tawny  aboriginals,  in  frantic  yells,  celebrate  their \norgies,  shall  become  the  peaceful  abodes  of  civilized  life.  And  America \nshall  be  renowned  for  the  seat  of  science  and  the  arts,  as  she  already \nhas  been  for  the  wisdom  of  her  counsels  and  the  valor  of  her  arms.\" \n\n\nJOSEPH   BLAKE,  JR.  231 \n\nThomas  Crafts,  Jr.,  was  born  at  Boston,  April  9,  1767 ;  entered  the \nLatin  School  1774,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  1785,  where  he \ntook  part  in  a  syllogistic  disputation  —  \"Sol  est  habitabilis,\"  and  read \nlaw  with  Gov.  Gore.  He  was  probably  a  son  of  Col.  Thomas  Crafts, \nwho  proclaimed  the  Declaration  of  Independence  from  the  balcony  of \nthe  old  State-house,  in  1776,  in  presence  of  the  people.  The  son  was \ncounsellor-at-law.  He  was  secretary  to  Hon.  Mr.  Gore,  in  the  mission \nto  the  court  of  St.  James,  and  was  appointed  United  States  consul  for \nBourdeaux.  He  was  a  bachelor.  He  was  an  eflfective  political  writer, \nand  his  chaste  productions  often  appeared  in  Russell's  Centinel.  He \nhad  an  infinite  fund  of  wit  and  humor,  and  his  companionship  was \neagerly  sought.  The  elder  Adams  remarked  of  him  that  he  was  one \nof  the  rarest  wits  he  ever  knew.     He  died  Aug.  25,  1798. \n\nThis  was  not  the  person  so  graphically  characterized  by  the  Boston \nsatirist.  Mr.  Crafts  was  too  decided  an  advocate  for  the  Federal  party \nto  be  the  subject  of  such  shafts.  Old  Democratic  Justice  Crafts  was \nprobably  a  near  kinsman. \n\n•'  Dear  Justice  Crafts,  fair  faction's  partisan, \nI  like  thee  much,  thou  fiery-visaged  man  ;  \" \n\nI  love  t«  hear  thee  charm  the  listening  throng. \nThy  head  and  wig  still  moving  with  thy  tongue  '. \nThus  Jove  of  old,  the  heathen's  highest  god, \nTheir  minor  godships  governed  with  his  nod. \nIn  this  you  diflfer  from  that  great  divine,  — \nOnce  from  his  head  came  wisdom,  ne'er  from  thine. \nThe  mind  of  Justice  Crafts  no  subject  balks. \nOf  kingcraft,  priestcraft,  craftily  he  talks  ; \nOft  have  we  heard  his  crafty  tales,  and  laughed, \nBut  never  knew  him  mention  justice-craft.\" \n\n\nJOSEPH   BLAKE,   JR. \n\nJULY  i,  1792.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nJoseph  Blake,  Jr.,  was  born  at  Boston,  and  a  brother  of  Hon. \nGeorge  Blake  ;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1786,  when  he  gave \nan  English  oration ;    became  an  attorney-at-law,  and  married  Anna \n\n\n232  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nBlack,  in  1793.     He  removed  to  New  York,  and  died  at  Kina:ston. \nJamaica,  July  10,  1802,  aged  thirty-four  years. \n\nWe  find  in  the  Democratiad,  printed  in  1796,  a  poetical  sketch  of \nDr.  Charles  Jarvis'  speech  at  Faneuil  Hall,  against  Jay's  treaty,  which \nelicited  an  allusion  to  Mr.  Blake  : \n\n\"  Now  loud  and  clamoi'ous  the  debate  begins, — \nJai'vis  his  tliread  of  tropes  and  figures  spins  ; \nAnd  often  pauses,  often  calls  aloud. \nTo  every  member  of  the  gaping  crowd, \nTo  show  him,  if  the  treaty  should  go  down. \nWhy  faction's  hopes  were  not  forever  flown. \nHe  wished  delay  —  delays  must  not  be  had  ; \nI  've  never  read  it,  but  I  say  'tis  bad. \nIf  it  goes  down,  I  'U  bet  my  ears  and  eyes \nIt  will  the  people  all  unpopularize  ; \nBoobies  may  hear  it  read  ere  they  decide,  — \nI  move  it  quickly  be  unratified.\" \n\nWe  quote  the  above  for  the  purpose  of  introducing  the  allusion  in \na  note  of  the  Democratiad,  as  follows:  ••'The  doctor  said  this  'in  a \nmanner  that  would  have  done  honor  to  a  Cicero,'  says  his  printer,  Mr. \nAdams.  Pray,  Mr.  Adams,  who  ever  told  you  anything  about  Cicero  ? \nWhy  did  you  not  say.  which  would  have  done  honor  to  a  Joseph  Blake, \nJr.,  that  classical  young  orator  who  seconded  the  doctor  at  the  town- \nmeetings  in  routing  poor  Mr.  Hall  ?  You  might  then  have  appealed  for \nproof  to  an  oration  he  spoke  a  few  years  ago,  on  the  4th  of  July,  in \nwhich  he  says  that  this  continent  is  very  happily  situated,  being  '  bar- \nricaded on  one  side  by  vast  regions  of  soil.'  Be  so  good,  Mr.  Blake, \nbefore  3'ou  decide  against  the  treaty,  as  to  tell  us  which  side  of  this  con- \ntinent is  barricaded  by  vast  regions  of  soil.\"  We  will  quote  the  passage \ncxactlv  as  it  is  given  in  Mr.  Blake's  oration  :  \"  Most  favorable  is  the \nsituation  of  this  continent.  It  stands  a  world  by  itself  Barricaded \nfrom  external  danger  on  one  side  by  vast  regions  of  soil ;  on  the  other, \nby  wide  plains  of  ocean.  The  Atlantic,  upon  her  bosom,  may  undulate \nriches  to  its  shore,  but  all  the  artillery  in  Europe  cannot  shake  it  to \nits  centre.\" \n\n\nJOHN   QUINCY   ADAMS.  233 \n\nJOHN   QUINCY   ADAMS. \n\nJULY  4,  1793.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  tliis  model  oration,  our  orator,  with  a  burst  of  fervor,  exclaims : \n\"Americans  !  let  us  pause  for  a  moment  to  consider  the  situation  of  our \ncountry  at  that  eventful  day  when  our  national  existence  commenced. \nIn  the  full  possession  and  enjoyment  of  all  those  prerogatives  for  which \nyou  then  dared  to  adventure  upon  '  all  the  varieties  of  untried  being,' \nthe  calm  and  settled  moderation  of  the  mind  is  scarcely  competent  to \nconceive  the  tone  of  heroism  to  which  the  souls  of  freemen  were  exalted \nin  that  hour  of  perilous  magnanimity.  Seventeen  times  has  the  sun,  in \nthe  progress  of  his  annual  revolutions,  diflused  his  prolific  radiance \nover  the  plains  of  independent  America.  Millions  of  hearts,  which \nthen  palpitated  with  the  rapturous  glow  of  patriotism,  have  already \nbeen  translated  to  a  brighter  world, —  to  the  abodes  of  more  than  mor- \ntal freedom  !  Other  millions  have  arisen,  to  receive  from  their  parents \nand  benefactors  the  inestimable  recompense  of  their  achievements.  A \nlarge  proportion  of  the  audience  whose  benevolence  is  at  this  moment \nlistening  to  the  speaker  of  the  day,  like  him,  were  at  that  period  too  little \nadvanced  beyond  the  threshold  of  life  to  partake  of  the  divine  enthu- \nsiaifem  Avhich  inspired  the  American  bosom,  which  prompted  her  voice \nto  proclaim  defiance  to  the  thunders  of  Britain,  which  consecrated \nthe  banners  of  her  armies,  and,  finally,  erected  the  holy  temple  of \nAmerican  Liberty  over  the  tomb  of  departed  tyranny.  It  is  from \nthose  who  have  already  passed  the  meridian  of  life, —  it  is  from  you,  ye \nvenei'able  assertors  of  the  rights  of  mankind, — that  we  are  to  be  informed \nwhat  were  the  feelings  which  swayed  within  your  breasts,  and  impelled \nyou  to  action,  when,  like  the  stripling  of  Israel,  with  scarce  a  weapon \nto  attack,  and  without  a  shield  for  your  defence,  you  met,  and,  undis- \nmayed, engaged  with  the  gigantic  greatness  of  the  British  power. \nUntutored  in  the  disgraceful  science  of  human  butchery, —  destitute  of \nthe  fatal  materials  which  the  ingenuity  of  man  has  combined  to  sharpen \nthe  scythe  of  death,  —  unsupported  by  the  arm  of  any  friendly  alliance, \nand  unfortified  against  the  powerful  assaults  of  an  unrelenting  enemy, \n—  you  did  not  hesitate  at  that  moment,  when  your  coasts  were  invaded \nby  a  numerous  and  veteran  army,  to  pronounce  the  sentence  of  eter- \nnal separation  from  Britain,  and  to  throw  the  gauntlet  at  a  power  the \n20* \n\n\n234  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nterror  of  whose  recent  triumphs  was  almost  coextensive  with  the  earth. \nThe  interested  and  selfish  propensities,  which  in  times  of  prosperous \ntranquillity  have  such   powerful  dominion  over  the  heart,  were  all \nexpelled ;   and,  in  their  stead,  the  public  virtues,  the  spirit  of  personal \ndevotion  to  the  common  cause,  a  contempt  of  every  danger  in  compar- \nison with  the  subserviency  of  the  country,  had  an  unlimited  control. \nThe  passion  for  the  public  had  absorbed  all  the  rest,  as  the  glorious \nluminary  of  the  heaven  extinguishes,  in  a  flood  of  refulgence,   the \ntwinkling  splendor  of  every  inferior  planet.     Those  of  you,  my  coun- \ntrymen, who  Avere  actors  in  those  interesting  scenes,  will  best  know \nhow  feeble  and  impotent  is  the  language  of  this  description  to  express \nthe  impassioned  emotions  of  the  soul  with  which  you  were  then  agi- \ntated ;    yet  it  were  injustice  to  conclude    from  thence,   or  from  the \ngreater  prevalence  of  private  and  personal  motives  in  these  days  of \ncalm  serenity,  that  your  sons  have  degenerated  from  the  virtues  of \ntheir  fathers.     Let  it  rather  be  a  subject  of  pleasing  reflection  to  you, \nthat  the  generous  and  disinterested  energies  which  you  were  summoned \nto  display  are  permitted,  by  the  bountiful  indulgence  of  Heaven,  to \nremain  latent  in  the  bosoms  of  your  children.     From  the  present  pros- \nperous appearance  of  our  public  affairs,  we  may  admit  a  rational  hope \nthat  our  country  will  have  no  occasion  to  require  of  us  those  extraor- \ndinary and  heroic  exertions  which  it  was  your  fortune  to  exhibit.     But, \nfrom  the  common  versatility  of  all  human  destiny,  should  the  prospect \nhereafter  darken,  and  the  clouds  of  public  misfortune  thicken  to  a  tem- \npest^—  should  the  voice  of  our  country's  calamity  ever  call  us  to  her \nrelief, —  we  swear,  by  the  precious  memory  of  the  sages  who  toiled  and \nof  the  heroes  who  bled  in  her  defence,  that  we  will  prove  ourselves  not \nunworthy  of  the  prize  which  they  so  dearly  purchased, —  that  we  will \nact  as  the  faithful  disciples  of  those  who  so  magnanimously  taught  us \nthe  instructive  lesson  of  republican  virtue.\" \n\nPresident  John  Adams,  the  father  of  the  subject  of  this  article, — \none  of  the  most  ardent  patriots  of  the  Revolution,  one  of  the  firmest \nadyocates  for  the  Declaration  of  Independence,  and  the  first  ambassa- \ndor to  the  court  of  St.  James, —  was  characterized  by  Thomas  Jeffer- \nson as  our  Colossus  on  the  floor  of  Congress  ;  not  graceful,  not  elegant, \nnot  always  fluent  in  his  public  addresses,  yet  he  came  out  with  a  power, \nboth  of  thought  and  expression,  that  moved  us  from  our  seats.  On \nhis  interview  Avith  King  George,  in  1785,  Mr.  Adams  displayed  a \nmanly  dignity  that  would  have  honored  the  representative -jf  the  most \n\n\nJOHN   QUmCY   ADAMS.  235 \n\npowerful  monarch  of  any  nation.  King  George  said  to  him :  \"  I  was \nthe  last  to  conform  to  the  separation ;  but,  the  separation  having  become \ninevntable,  I  have  always  said,  as  I  say  now,  that  I  would  be  the  first \nto  meet  the  friendship  of  the  United  States,  as  an  independent  power.\" \nIn  reply  to  an  insinuation  from  the  king,  regarding  an  attachment  to \nFrance,  Adams  remarked,  '\"I  must  avow  to  your  majesty  I  have  no \nattachment  but  to  my  o^vn  country.\"'  The  king  replied,  as  quick  as \nlightning,  \"  An  honest  man  will  never  have  any  other.\" \n\nAs  an  indication  of  the  malignant  prejudice  of  the  royalists  towards \ntliis  eminent  statesman,  we  will  cite  a  paragraph  written  by  a  Tory \nrefugee,  published  in  the  London  Pohtical  Magazine  of  1781:   \"This \nAdams  was  originally  bred  to  the  law,  and  is  a  native  of  the  province \nof  JNIassachusetts,   in  New  England ;    he  >vas  born  at  Braintree,  a \n\\illage  ten  miles  south,  or  rather  south-east,  of  Boston.     In  person,  he \nis  a  clumsy,  middle-sized  man ;  and,  according  to  all  appearance,  by \ntaking  to  the  law  and  politics,  has  spoiled  an  able  ploughman  or  porter, \nthough  the  trade  of  a  butcher  would  have  better  suited  the  bent  of  his \nmind.     He  has  read  Tristram  Shandy,  and  aifects,  awkwardly  enough, \na  smartness  which  does  not  at  all  correspond  either  with  his  personal \nfigure  or  with  his  natural  dulness.     What  has  tended  chiefly  to  distin- \nguish him  among  the  rebels  is,  the  eagerness  with  which  he  urged  the \ntaking  up  arms,  and  his  continued  malignity  towards  all  the  friends  of \npeace  and  the  mother  country.     For  these  excellent  qualities,  he  was \nchosen  a  delegate  from  Massachusetts  to  the  first  Congress.     When  at \nPhiladelphia,  several  of  his  letters  to  his  friends  in  New  England  were \nintercepted  in  the  mail,  as  the  post  courier  was  crossing  Narraganset \nFerry.     In  one  of  them,  dated  July  24,  1775,  and  addressed  to  his \nwife,   Mrs.  Abigail   Adams,  he  tells  her,  by  way  of  secret,   that  no \nmortal  tale  could  equal  the  fidgets,  the  whims,  the  caprice,  the  vanity, \nthe  superstition  and  the  irritability,  of  his  compatriots,  on  their  journey \nfrom  New  England  to  Philadelphia.     These  compatriots  were,  Thomas \nGushing,  Samuel  Adams,  and  Robert  Treat  Paine.     The  first  of  these \nwas  a  distiller,  and  the  last  a  lawyer  ;  and  both  were  weak  and  insio-- \nnificant  men,  the  tools  of  Samuel  Adams,  the  grand  confederate  and \ncorrespondent  of  that  hoary  traitor,   Frankhn.     In  another   letter, \ndated  the  day  after,  addressed  to  Col.  Warner,  of  Plymouth,  then  at \nWatertown,  President  of  the  Provincial  Congress  of  Massachusetts,  he \ndisplayed  the  barbarity  of  his  disposition,  by  asking  him,  '  Will  your \nnew  legislative  and  executive  feel   bold  or  irresolute?     Will  your \n\n\n236  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\njudicial  hang,  and  whip,  and  fine,  and  imprison,  without  scruple?' \nIt  is  to  this  advice  that  he  alludes,  when  he  mentions  the  refugees,  in \nhis  letter  from  Amsterdam.  He  was  for  stopping  their  career  by  hang- \ning them  on  the  spot,  without  favor  or  affection.  If  this  man  should \nlive  till  the  close  of  the  rebellion,  and  be  found  in  America,  no  good \nsubject  will  lament  if  he  should  meet  with  that  fate  which  he  so  strenu- \nously prescribed  for  others.  The  public  will  not  be  surprised  that,  with \nrespect  to  the  refugees  from  America,  there  should  be  such  a  coinci- \ndence of  opinion  between  certain  speechifiers  and  a  rebel  ambassador. \nNeither  will  they  be  surprised  that  this  man  should  regret  his  rebel \nconfederate  Laurens  ;  prognosticate  the  ruin  of  this  country ;  promise \nhis  rebel  friends  the  assistance  of  Russia,  and  money  from  the  Dutch ; \nabuse  the  British  ministry ;  talk  of  sumptuary  laws  to  restrain  super- \nfluities in  dress,  where  there  is  not  even  a  sufficiency  of  the  most  ordi- \nnary clothing ;  and  of  paying  the  whole  of  their  army  expenses  in  a \nmanner  that  would  not  be  felt,  by  a  few  duties  and  excises,  in  a \ncountry  where  the  paper  money  has  gone  to  wreck,  and  where  sohd \ncoin  is  not  to  be  seen.\" \n\nJohn  Quincy  Adams  was  born  in  a  house  still  standing,  in  the  near \nvicinity  of  that  in  which  his  father  had  been  born,  within  what  is  now \nQuincy,  and  was  then  Braintree,  July  11,  1767  ;  and  was  baptized  in \ntlie  meeting-house  of  the  First  Church,  by  Rev.  Anthony  Wibird,  on \nthe  day  after  his  birth.  Mr.  Adams  once  related,  in  regard  to  his  grand- \nfiither  Quincy  :  \"  The  house  at  Mount  Wollaston  has  a  peculiar  inter- \nest to  me,  as  the  dwelling  of  my  great-grandfather,  whose  name  I  bear. \nThe  incident  which  gave  rise  to  this  circumstance  is  not  without  its  moral \nto  my  heart.  He  was  dying  when  I  was  baptized ;  and  his  daughter, \nmy  grandmother,  present  at  my  birth,  requested  that  I  might  receive \nhis  name.  The  fact,  recorded  by  my  father  at  the  time,  has  connected \nwith  that  portion  of  my  name  a  charm  of  mingled  sensibihty  and \ndevotion.  It  was  filial  tenderness  that  gave  the  name.  It  was  the \nname  of  one  passing  from  earth  to  immortality.  These  have  been \namong  the  strongest  links  of  my  attachment  to  the  name  of  Quincy, \nand  have  been  to  me,  through  life,  a  perpetual  admonition  to  do  nothing \nunworthy  of  it.\"  Senator  Davis  said  of  him,  \"  the  cradle  hymns  of \nthe  child  were  the  songs  of  liberty;\"  it  being  the  period  when  our \ncountry  was  struggling  for  liberty.  To  the  plastic  influence  of  his \nmascuhne  mother,  John  Quincy  ascribed  whatever  he  had  been,  and \nhoped  to  be  in  futurity.     His  mother  writes  to  one,  \"I  have  taken  a \n\n\nJOHN   QUINCY   ADAMS.  237 \n\nvery  great  fondness  for  reading  Rollin's  Ancient  History,  since  you  left \nme.  I  am  determined  to  go  through  with  it,  if  possible,  in  these  days \nof  my  solitude.  I  find  great  pleasure  and  entertainment  from  it,  and \nhave  persuaded  Johnny  to  read  a  page  or  two  every  day,  and  hope  he \nwill,  from  his  desire  to  oblige  me,  entertain  a  fondness  for  it.\"  \"  The \nchild  of  seven  years  old,\"  says  Everett,  \"  who  reads  a  serious  book \nwith  fondness,  from  his  desire  to  oblige  his  mother,  has  entered  the \nhigh  road  of  usefulness  and  honor.\" \n\nAn  effective  reminiscence  of  Mr.  Adams  was  related  by  Ro])ert  C. \nWinthrop,  at  the  Acton  celebration,  Oct.  29,  1851,  which,  remarked \nhe,  is  \"one  of  the  most  interesting  personal  incidents  that  I  can \nlook  back  upon  in  the  course  of  a  ten-years'  service  in  Congress.  It \nwas  an  interview  Avhich  I  had  with  our  late  venerated  fellow-citizen. \nJohn  Quincy  Adams,  about  five  or  six  years  ago.  It  was  on  the  floor \nof  the  Capitol,  not  far  from  the  spot  where  he  soon  afterAvards  fell. \nThe  house  had  adjourned  one  day  somewhat  suddenly,  and  at  an \nearly  hour ;  and  it  happened  that  after  all  the  other  members  had  left \nthe  hall,  Mr.  Adams  and  myself  were  left  alone  in  our  seats,  engaged \nin  our  private  correspondence.  Presently  the  messengers  came  in \nrather  unceremoniously  to  clean  up  the  hall,  and  began  to  wield  that \ninexorable  implement  which  is  so  often  the  plague  of  men,  both  under \npublic  and  private  roofs.  Disturbed  by  the  noise  and  dust,  I  observed \nMr.  Adams  approaching  me  with  an  unfolded  letter  in  his  hands. \n'  Do  you  know  John  J.  Gurney?'  said  he.  'I  know  him  Avell.  sir, \nby  reputation ;  but  I  did  not  have  the  pleasure  of  meeting  him  per- \nsonally when  he  was  in  America.'  '  Well,  he  has  been  writing  me  a \nletter,  and  I  have  been  writing  him  an  answer.  He  has  been  calling \nme  to  account  for  my  course  on  the  Oregon  question,  and  taking \nme  to  task  for  what  he  calls  my  belligerent  spirit  and  warlike  tone \ntowards  England.' \n\n\"And  then  the  'old  man  eloquent'  proceeded  to  read  tome,  so \nfar  as  it  was  finished,  one  of  the  most  interesting  letters  I  ever  read \nor  heard  in  my  life.  It  was  a  letter  of  auto-biograj^hy,  in  which \nhe  described  his  parentage  and  early  life,  and  in  which  he  particu- \nlarly alluded  to  the  sources  from  which  he  derived  his  jealousy  of \nGreat  Britain,  and  his  readiness  to  resist  her,  even  unto  blood,  when- \never he  thought  that  she  was  encroaching  on  American  rights.  He \nsaid  that  he  was  old  enough  in  1775  to  understand  what  his  father  Avas \nabout  in  those  days ;  and  he  described  the  lessons  which  his  mother \n\n\n238  THE   HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ntaught  him  during  his  father's  absence  in  attending  the  Congress  of \n\nindependence.     Every  day,  he  said,  after  saying  his  prayers  to  God, \n\nhe  was  required  to  repeat  those  exquisite  stanzas  of  Colhns,  which  he \n\nhad  cax-efuUy  transcribed  in  his  letter,  and  which  he  recited  to  me  with \n\nan  expression  and  an  energy  which  I  shall  never  forget  —  the  tears \n\ncoursing  down  his  cheeks,  and  his  voice,  every  now  and  then,  choked \n\nwith  emotion : \n\n'  How  sleep  the  brave,  who  sink  to  rest, \nBy  all  their  country's  wishes  blest ! \nWhen  spring,  with  dewy  fingers  cold, \nReturns  to  deck  their  hallowed  mould. \nShe  there  shall  dress  a  sweeter  sod \nThau  Fancy's  feet  have  ever  trod. \n\n•  By  fairy  hands  their  knell  is  rung  ; \nBy  forms  unseen  their  dirge  is  sung  ; \nThere  Honor  comes,  a  pilgrim  gray, \nTo  bless  the  turf  that  wraps  their  clay, \nAnd  Freedom  shall  a  while  repair. \nTo  dwell,  a  weeping  hermit,  there.' \n\n\"  And  there  was  another  ode,  by  the  same  author,  which,  he  said, \nhe  was  also  obliged  to  repeat,  as  a  part  of  this  same  morning  exercise, — \nthe  ode,  I  believe,  on  the  death  of  Col.  Charles  Ross,  in  the  action  at \n\"Fontenoy,  one  verse  of  which,  with  a  slight  variation,  would  not  be \ninapplicable  to  your  own  Davis  : \n\n'  By  rapid  Scheld's  descending  wave. \nHis  country's  vows  shall  bless  the  grave. \n\nWhere'er  the  youth  is  laid  ; \nThat  sacred  spot  the  village  hind \nWith  every  sweetest  turf  shall  bind. \n\nAnd  Peace  protect  the  shade.' \n\n\"  Such,  sir,  was  the  education  of  at  least  one  of  our  Massachusetts \nchildren  at  that  day.  And,  though  I  do  not  suppose  that  all  the \nmothers  of  1775  were  like  Mrs.  Adams,  yet  the  great  majority  of \nthem,  we  all  know,  had  as  much  piety  and  patriotism,  if  not  as  much \npoetry,  and  their  children  were  brought  up  at  once  in  the  nurture \nand  admonition  of  the  Lord  and  of  liberty.\" \n\nIn  February,  1778,  being  then  a  lad  in  the  eleventh  year  of  his  age, \nhe  was  taken  to  France  by  his  father  (in  ship  Boston,  Capt.  Tucker), \nwho  was   sent  by  Congress  as  joint  commissioner  with   Benjamirn \n\n\nJOHN   QUINCY    ADAMS.  239 \n\nFranklin  and  Artliur  Lee,  to  tlie  court  of  France.  During  the  pas- \nsage, they  were  exposed  to  extreme  danger  in  a  violeiit  storm,  and  his \nfather  said  of  him,  '•  I  confess  I  often  regretted  that  I  had  brought  my \nson.  I  was  not  so  clear  that  it  was  my  duty  to  expose  him  as  myself; \nbut  I  had  been  led  to  it  by  the  child's  inclination,  and  by  the  advice \nof  all  my  friends.  Mr.  Johnny's  behavior  gave  me  a  satisfaction  that \nI  cannot  express;  fully  sensible  of  our  danger,  he  was  constantly \nendeavoring  to  bear  it  with  a  manly  patience,  very  attentive  to  me,  and \nhis  thoughts  constantly  running  in  a  serious  strain.  My  little  son  is \nvery  proud  of  his  knowledge  of  all  the  sails,  and  the  captain  put  him \nto  learn  the  mariner's  compass.\"  His  father  established  himself  at \nPassy,  the  residence  of  Franklin.  Here  he  Avas  sent  to  school,  and \nacquired  the  French  language.  His  dear  mother,  in  writing  to  him, \nsays  :  \"I  would  much  rather  you  should  have  found  your  grave  in  the \nocean  you  have  crossed,  or  that  any  untimely  death  should  crop  you  in \nyour  infant  years,  than  see  you  an  immoral,  profligate,  or  graceless \nchild.\"  And  his  father,  in  writing  to  his  mother  under  date  of  1771'. \nsays,  young  John  \"  is  respected  wherever  he  goes,  for  his  vigor  and \nvivacity  both  of  mind  and  body,  for  his  constant  good  humor,  and  for \nhis  rapid  progress  in  French,  as  well  as  for  his  general  knowledge, \nwhich  at  his  age  is  uncommon.\"  The  treaty  of  alliance  being  consum- \nmated, John  Adams  returned  with  his  son,  and  arrived  at  Boston  Aug. \n2,  1779. \n\nIn  1781,  when  only  fourteen  years  of  age,  he  became  private  secre- \ntary to  Hon.  Francis  Dana,  the  minister  to  Russia.  He  remained  at \nSt.  Petersburg  until  October,  1782,  when  he  left  Mr.  Dana,  and \njourneyed  alone  to  Holland,  where  he  joined  his  father,  April,  1783. \nAfter  the  treaty  at  Paris,  signed  in  September  of  that  year,  he  went \nto  the  court  of  St.  James  with  his  father,  which  occurred  in  1785.  He \nwas  a  remarkably  precocious  youth,  and  since  he  was  twelve  years  old \nhad  talked  with  men.  Mr.  Jeflferson,  then  minister  at  Paris,  in  writ- \ning to  Mr.  Gerry,  says  :  \"I  congratulate  your  country  on  their  pro«?- \npect  in  this  young  man.\" \n\nIn  1786  he  was  admitted  at  Harvard  College  at  an  advanced  stand- \ning, and  graduated  in  1787.  The  subject  of  his  oration  evinces  the \nmaturity  of  his  mind;  it  was  on  \"  The  Importance  and  Necessity  of \nPublic  Faith  to  the  Well-being  of  a  Community.\"  He  entered  on \nthe  study  of  law  under  the  instruction  of  the  celebrated  Thcophilus \nParsons,  at  Newburyport;  and  in  1790  he  commenced  legal  practice, \n\n\n240  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwhich  he  continued  until  1794,  during  which  period  he  pronounced  the \noration  at  the  head  of  this  article,  and  became  a  liberal  contributor  of \npolitical  essays  in  Russell's  Centinel,  over  the  signatures  of  Pubhcola \nand  Marccllus.  Avhich  developed  the  true  policy  of  union  at  home,  and \nindependence  of  all  foreign  combinations  abroad.  Over  \"  Colum- \nbus \"  he  also  advocated  a  national  neutral  policy  toward  foreign \nnations. \n\nWashington,  in  1794.  appointed  Mr.  Adams  minister  to  the  Hague, \nwho  remained  in  Europe  on  pubhc  business  until  his  recall  by  his \nfather,  the  successor  of  Washington.  In  1797,  our  first  president \ndeclared  that  he  was  \"the  most  valuable  public  character  we  have \nabroad,  and  the  ablest  of  all  our  diplomatic  corps.\"  On  the  26th \nof  July.  1797,  Mr.  Adams  was  married  to  Louisa,  the  daughter  of \nJoshua  Johnson,  of  Maryland,  then  acting  as  consular  agent  of  the \nUnited  States  at  London,  who  for  more  than  fifty  years  was  the \npartner  of  his  affections  and  fortunes. \n\nIn  1801  he  was  elected  to  the  Senate  of  his  native  State,  and  in \n1803  he  was  elected  to  the  Senate  of  the  United  States.  This  station \nin  the  national  councils  he  filled  until  he  became  obnoxious  to  the \nLegislature  of  his  native  State,  from  the  support  which  he  gave  to \nparts  of  Jefferson's  administration  ;  and,  in  consequence,  he  resigned \nhis  seat,  in  March,  1808.  He  was  the  first  Boylston  Professor  of \nRhetoric  and  Oratory  in  Harvard  College,  from  1806  to  1809.  In \n1810  he  published  his  lectures  on  rhetoric  and  oratory,  in  two \nvolumes,  8vo.  At  this  period  he  was  confirmed  as  minister  to  Russia, \non  the  nomination  of  Madison,  and  was  abroad  eight  years.  In \n1814  he  was  one  of  the  commissioners  who  negotiated,  at  Ghent,  the \ntreaty  of  peace  which  closed  the  second  war  between  Great  Britain \nand  the  United  States.  In  1815  Mr  Adams  was  appointed  minister \nto  the  court  of  St.  James,  under  Madison.  In  1817  he  returned  to \nAmerica,  and  discharged  the  duties  of  Secretary  of  State  during  the \nwhole  administration  of  President  Monroe.  It  will  be  recollected \nthat  Andrew  Jackson  said,  at  this  period,  of  Mr.  Adams,  that  he  was \n\"the  fittest  person  for  the  office;  a  man  who  would  stand  by  the \ncountry  in  the  hour  of  danger.\" \n\nIn  1825  Mr.  Adams  was  elected  to  the  presidency  of  the  United \nStates  by  the  National  House  of  Representatives,  on  the  first  ballot. \nHis  administration,  in  its  principles  and  policy,  was  similar  to  that  of \nhis  very  popular  predecessor.     Not  long  after  Mr.  Adams  was  sue- \n\n\nJOHN  QUINCY  ADAMS.  241 \n\nceeded  by  Andrew  Jackson,  he  wrote  to  a  friend,  saying,  \"  One  of  the \nmost  pathetic  and  terrible  passages  in  that  masterpiece  of  Shakspeare \nand  of  the  drama  is  that  exclamation  of  the  dying  Ilamlet : \n\n'  0  God  !  Horatio,  what  a  wounded  name \nThings  standing  thus  unknown  shall  live  behind  me  ! ' \n\nI  cannot  describe  to  you  the  thrill  with  which  I  first  read  these  lines, \ngenerahzing  the  thought  as  one  of  the  melancholy  conditions  of  human \nlife  and  death;  nor  say  to  you  how  often,  in  the  course  of  my  long \ncareer,  I  have  applied  these  hues  to  myself  My  name,  conduct  and \ncharacter,  have  been  many  years  open  to  the  constant  inspection  of  a \nlarge  portion  of  the  civilized  world.  Of  that  portion  whose  notice \nthey  have  attracted,  I  am  deeply  conscious  that  the  estimate  they  have \nformed  of  me  has  been  and  is  neither  just  nor  kind.\"  But  it  is  equally \ncertain,  says  Lunt,  that,  between  the  time  when  the  words  just  quoted \nwere  penned  and  his  death,  he  lived  long  enough  to  have  his  name \nvindicated.  He  continued  on  the  stage  of  action  till  he  could  put  his \near  to  the  confessional  of  posterity,  and  hear  much  that  must  have \ngratified  a  mind  conscious  of  high  aims  and  patriotic  endeavors. \n\nMr.  Adams  pronounced  eulogies  on  his  two  immediate  predecessoi-s. \nat  the  request  of  the  city  authorities  of  Boston.  \"  Too  happy  should \nI  be,\"  said  Mr.  Adams,  \"  if,  with  a  voice  speaking  from  the  last  to  the \ncoming  generation  of  my  country,  I  could  effectively  urge  them  to  seek, \nin  the  temper  and  moderation  of  James  Madison,  that  healing  bulm \nwhich  assuages  the  malignity  of  the  deepest-seated  political  disease, \nredeems  to  life  the  rational  mind,  and  restores  to  health  the  incorpo- \nrated union  of  our  country,  even  from  the  brain  fever  of  party  strife.\" \nAnd  of  James  ]\\Ionroe  he  emphasized,  that  he  was  of  a  mind  anxious \nand  unwearied  in  the  pursuit  of  truth  and  right,  patient  of  inquiry, \npatient  of  contradiction,  courteous  even  in  the  collision  of  sentiment, \nsound  in  ultimate  judgments,  and  firm  in  its  final  conclusions.  In  his \nadministration  strengthening  and  consolidating  the  federative  edifice  of \nhis  country's  union,  till  he  was  entitled  to  say.  like  Augustus  Caesar \nof  his  imperial  city,  that  he  had  found  her  built  of  brick,  and  left  her \nconstructed  of  marble. \n\nMr.  Adams,  ever  ready  for  political  life,  once  more  put  on  the  har- \nness, and  served  ten  successive  years  as  Representative  in  Congress \nfrom  the  twelfth  district  of  Massachusetts,  until,  in  1842,  upon  a  new \n21 \n\n\n242  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ndistribution  of  political  power,  he  was  elected  to  represent  the  eighth \ndistrict  of  his  native  State,  where  he  was  succeeded  by  Horace  Mann. \n\nIn  the  autumn  of  the  year  1833,  lion.  John  Quincy  Adams  was \nunanimously  nominated,  at  a  large  convention  of  the  Anti-masonic \nparty,  as  their  candidate  for  the  office  of  Governor  of  Massachusetts. \nThe  result  was  a  triangular  contest,  at  the  election,  between  the  three \npolitical  parties  into  which  the  State  was  divided,  and  the  failure  of  a \nchoice.  The  election  devolved  on  the  State  Legislature,  on  which  Mr. \nAdams  withdrew  from  the  contest.  During  the  periods  of  1831  and \n1883,  Mr.  Adams  published,  in  papers  of  the  day,  a  series  of  letters \nto  eminent  persons  on  the  nature  and  tendency  of  Freemasonry.  We \nselect  a  striking  passage  from  his  letter  to  Hon.  Edward  Livingston, \nSecretary  of  State,  and  Grand  High  Priest  of  the  U.  S.  Royal  Arch \nChapter  of  Masonry. \n\n\"  When  John  Milton,\"  says  Mr.  Adams,  \"published  his  Paradise \nLost,  Andrew  Marvell  declared  that  he  for  some  time  misdoubted  hig \n\nintent, — \n\n'  That  he  would  ruin \nThe  sacred  truths  to  fuble  and  old  song.\" \n\nAnd  he  adds, — \n\n•  Or,  if  a  work  so  infinite  be  spanned. \nJealous  I  was  that  some  less  skilful  hand \nMight  hence  presume  the  whole  creation's  day \nTo  change  in  scenes,  and  show  it  in  a  play.' \n\n\"  That  which  the  penetrating  sagacity  and  sincere  piety  of  Anarew \nMarvell  apprehended  as  an  evil  which  might  result  even  from  the  sub- \nlime strains  of  the  Paradise  Lost,  is  precisely  what  the  contrivers  of  the \nMasonic  mysteries  have  effected.  They  have  travestied  the  awful  and \nmiraculous  supernatural  communications  of  the  ineffable  Jehovah  to \nhis  favored  people  into  stage-plays.  That  Word,  which  in  the  begin- \nning was  with  God,  and  was  God ;  that  abstract,  incorporeal,  essential, \nand  ever-living  existence ;  that  eternal  presence,  without  past,  without \nfuture  time  ;  that  Being,  without  beginning  of  days  or  end  of  years, \ndeclared  to  Moses  under  the  name  of  I  Am  that  I  Am, —  the  moun- \ntebank juggleries  of  Masonry  turn  into  a  farce.  A  companion  of  the \nRoyal  Arch  personates  Almighty  God,  and  declares  himself  the  Being \nof  all  eternity, —  I  Am  that  I  Am.  Your  intention,  in  the  perform- \nance of  this  ceremony,  is  to  strike  the  imagination  of  the  candidate \nwith  terror  and  amazement.     I  acquit  the  fraternity,  therefore,  of \n\n\nJOHN   QUINCY   ADAMS.  243 \n\nblasphemy;  but  I  cannot  acquit  them  of  extreme  indiscretion,  and \ninexcusable  abuse  of  the  Holy  Scriptures.  The  sealed  obligation,  the \ndrinking  of  wine  from  a  human  skull,  is  a  ceremony  not  less  objection- \nable. This  you  know,  sir,  is  the  scene  in  which  the  candidate  takes \nthe  skull  in  his  hand  and  says,  '  As  the  sins  of  the  whole  world  were \nlaid  upon  the  head  of  our  Saviour,  so  may  the  sins  of  the  person  whose \nskull  this  once  was  be  heaped  upon  my  head  in  addition  to  my  own. \nand  may  they  appear  in  judgment  against  me  both  here  and  hereafter, \nshould  I  violate  any  obligation  in  Masonry,  or  the  orders  of  knight- \nhood, which  I  have  heretofore  taken,  take  at  this  time,  or  may  be  here- \nafter instructed  in, —  so  help  me  God  ! '  and  he  drinks  the  wine  from \nthe  skull.  And  is  not  this  enough  1  No ;  the  Knight  Templar  takes \nan  oath,  containing  many  promises,  binding  himself  under  no  less  pen- \nalty than  to  have  his  head  struck  oflf  and  placed  on  the  highest  spire  in \nChristendom,  should  he  knowingly  or  willingly  violate  any  part  of  hL? \nsolemn  obligation  of  a  Knight  Templar.\" \n\nThe  fearless  stand  which  Mr.  Adams  maintained  through  all  the \nstorm  and  tempest  of  opposition  on  the  right  of  petition,  says  Water- \nston,  alone  were  enough  to  give  him  immorfcility.  He  looked  upon \nslavery  as  the  unmitigated  curse  of  his  country.  He  loathed  it  with \nan  utter  detestation ;  and  when  the  slave-power  refused  to  hear  the  cry \nthat  was  coming  more  and  more  loudly  from  distant  sections  of  the \nland,  and  trampled  beneath  its  feet  the  hoUest  privileges  of  the  consti- \ntution, the  fire  in  his  soul  kindled.  His  efforts  and  his  triumphs  at \nthat  time  will  never  be  forgotten. \n\nWe  have  an  important  political  reminiscence  of  this  period,  related \nby  President  Millard  Fillmore,  in  an  address  to  the  people  of  Freder- \nicksburgh,  Va.,  June,  1851,  on  his  arrival  in  that  city.  Mr.  Fillmore \nwas  a  colleague  of  ^Ir.  x\\dams  in  Congress :  \"I  had  an  old  and  val- \nued friend, —  one  whom  I  esteemed,  yet  who  possessed  some  eccentric- \nities and  peculiar  notions  of  political  duty  which  I  did  not  approve.  1 \nneed  not  say  that  I  allude  to  the  venerable  Mr.  Adams.  You  are  all \nwell  aware  that  he  was  early  imbued  with  the  principle,  upon  Avhich  he \nuniversally  practised,  that  every  citizen  had  the  right  to  be  heard  in  Con- \ngress by  his  petition ;  and  that  he  was  often  made  the  medium  of  pre- \nsenting to  the  house  matters  of  which  he  entirely  disapproved.  His \nmaxim  Avas,  that  every  citizen  had  the  right  to  petition,  and  that  it  was \nthe  duty  of  Congress  to  consider  such  petition.  Acting  upon  this \nknown  principle,  he  was  often  played  upon,  doubtless,  by  those  who  were \n\n\n244  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ninfluenced  by  mischievous  purposes.     I  well  recollect,  on  one  occasion; \nthat  he  rose  and  stated  to  the  house  that  he  had  received  a  petition  of \na  very  peculiar  character,  the  sentiments  of  which  he  did  not  approve  ; \nbut,  on  the  principle  upon  which  he  universally  acted,  he  felt  it  to  be \nhis  duty  to  present  it  to  the  house.     He  stated  that  it  was  a  petition \nfrom  certain  citizens  whose  names  were  signed  to  it,  praying  for  a  dis- \nsolution of  the  Union ;    but,  for  the  purpose  of  freeing  himself  from \nthe  imputation  of  favoring  such  a  sentiment,  he,  at  the  same  time  that \nhe  discharged  his  duty  in  the  presentation  of  the  petition,  felt  it  also \nto  be  his  duty  to  accompany  it  with  a  resolution  that  it  be  referred  to  a \nselect  committee,  with  positive  instructions  to  report  against  the  prayer \nof  the  petitioners.     T\\Tiat  were  the  proceedings  upon  that  occasion? \nThis  annunciation  was  no  sooner  made  in  the  House  of  Representatives, \nthan  the  whole  house  seemed  to  be  in  a  ferment ;  and  in  a  very  few \nmoments  a  resolution  was  intro<luced  for  the  purpose  of  expelling  Mr. \nAdams  from  the  house,  for  having  dared  to  introduce  a  petition  there \nfor  a  dissolution  of  the  Union,   although  accompanied  at  the  same \ntime  with  a  positive  declaration  on  his  part  that  he  was  opposed  to  it, \nand  an  appeal  to  the  house  to  sanction  his  sentiments  on  the  subject. \nBut  what  do  we  see  now  ?     Ten  years  have  not  elapsed  since  that  scene \ntook  place,  and  since  that  man  who  for  four  years  had  discharged  the \nduties  of  Chief  Magistrate  of  this  Union  stood  at  the  bar  of  that \nhouse,  and  morning  after  morning  came  to  me  and  asked  of  me  not  to \nmove  the  public  business,  so  as  to  force  a  vote  on  the  resolution  expel- \nling him  from  the  house,  until  he  had  a  chance  to  be  heard.     He \nfeared  that  he  might  be  expelled  from  that  body,  for  doing  what  he \ndeemed  to  be  his  imperative  duty,  in  preservation  of  the  right  of  peti- \ntion, although  he  was  imbued  with  the  strongest  sentiments  in  favor  of \nthe  Union  of  these  States.     I  Avas  forced,  from  a  feeling  of  sympathy \nand  regard  for  him,  to  suffer  the  public  business  to  be  delayed,  from \nday  to  day,  for  one  or  two  weeks,  in  order  that  he  might  present  his \nsentiments  to  the  house  on  the  subject,  to  convince  them  that,  although \nhe  presented  a  petition  for  the  dissolution  of  the  Union,  he  did  not \napprove  of  those  sentiments.     I  doubt  whether  anything  short  of  that \ncould  have  saved  this  distinguished  man  from  expulsion  from  that \nbody.\" \n\n\"  The  patriotism  of  Mr.  Adams,\"  says  Horace  Mann,  his  successor  in \nCongress,  \"was  coextensive  with  his  country:  it  could  not  be  crushed \nand  squeezed  in  between  party  lines.     Though  liable  to  err, —  and \n\n\nJOHN   QUINCY   ADAMS.  245 \n\nwhat  human  being  is  not  ?  —  yet  his  principles  were  believed  by  him \nto  be  in  accordance  with  the  great  moral  laws  of  the  universe.  They \nwere  thought  out  from  duty  and  religion,  and  not  carved  out  from  expe- \ndiency. When  invested  Avith  patronage,  he  never  dismissed  a  man  from \noffice  because  he  was  a  political  opponent,  and  never  appointed  one  to \noffice  merely  because  he  was  a  political  friend.  Hence  he  drew  from \nMr.  Holmes,  of  South  Carolina,  this  noble  culogium, —  a  eulogiuni, \nconsidering  the  part  of  the  country  from  which  it  came,  as  honorable* \nto  its  author  as  to  its  object, —  that  'he  crushed  no  heart  beneath  the \nrude  grasp  of  proscription ;  he  left  no  heritage  of  widows'  cries  or \norphans'  tears.'  Could  all  the  honors  which  Mr.  Adams  ever  won \nfrom  offices  held  under  the  first  five  presidents  of  the  United  States, \nand  from  a  public  service  which,  commencing  more  than  fifty  years \nago,  continued  to  the  day  of  his  death,  be  concentrated  in  one  effulgent \nblaze,  they  would  be  far  less  shining  and  inextinguishable  than  the \nhonor  of  sacrificing  his  election  for  a  second  presidential  term,  because \nhe  would  not,  in  order  to  obtain  it,  prostitute  the  patronage  and  power \nwhich  the  constitution  had  placed  in  his  hands.  I  regard  this  as  the \nsubliraest  spectacle  in  his  long  and  varied  career.  He  stood  within \nreach  of  an  object  of  ambition  doubtless  dearer  to  him  than  life.  He \ncould  have  laid  his  hands  upon  it.  The  still  small  voice  said,  No ! \nWithout  a  murmur,  he  saw  it  taken  and  borne  away  in  triumph  by \nanother.  Compared  with  this,  the  block  of  many  a  martyr  has  been \nan  easy  resting-place.\" \n\nPerhaps  one  of  the  most  remarkable  features  of  his  mind  was  the \nuniversality  of  its  acquirements.  There  was  hardly  a  subject  upon \nwhich  he  had  not  thought,  and  few  upon  which  he  was  not  wise.  The \namount  of  his  information  was  immense.  He  was  well  versed  in  polit- \nical economy,  and  all  matters  pertaining  to  civil  government.  As  a \nphilologist,  he  passed  much  time  in  critical  research.  He  was  skilled \nin  science  and  art.  Philosophy  had  not  been  neglected,  and  religion \nwas  a  subject  of  laborious  study.  He  was  thoroughly  versed  in  gen- \neral literature  ;  was  passionately  fond  of  poetry,  and  the  words  of  our \ngreat  dramatic  and  epic  poets  were  familiar  to  him  as  household  words. \nThe  wide  sweep  of  history  seemed  to  lay  clearly  open  to  his  mind ; \nwhile  he  was  intimate,  also,  with  its  minutest  details,  and  could  repeat \nnames  and  dates  as  if  they  had  been  the  sole  subject  of  his  thoughts. \nBy  the  wonderful  power  of  his  memory,  he  seemed  able  to  recall  what- \never he  read,  or  saw,  or  heard.  He  repeated,  without  limit,  passages  from \n21* \n\n\n246  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nbooks  in  various  languages.  To  him,  the  events  and  characters  of  past \nhistory  were  like  the  occurrences  of  to-day.  And  the  circumstances  of \nhis  own  life,  back  to  his  early  childhood,  seemed  clothed  in  transparent \nlight.  Conversations  he  had  enjoyed  with  persons  more  than  a  half- \ncentury  back,  he  could  recall  at  pleasure ;  and  the  varied  scenes  he  had \nwitnessed  stood  out  like  pictures  before  his  view.  Quick  in  feeling, \nindignant  at  injustice  and  wrong,  there  was  at  times  impetuosity ;  and, \nwhen  occasion  called  for  it,  his  words  were  like  consuming  lightning, \nand  shattered  what  they  struck.  No  man  could  be  more  witheringly \nsevere, —  withering  with  terrific  truth.  But  then  he  was  also  simple \nas  a  child,  and  naturally  overflowing  with  genial  affection.  Of  few \ncould  it  be  more  aptly  said : \n\n\"  He  was  a  scholar,  and  a  ripe  and  good  one  ; \nExceeding  wise,  fiiir-spoken,  and  persuading  : \nLofty  and  sour  to  them  that  loved  him  not  ; \nBut  to  those  men  that  sought  him,  sweet  as  summer.\" \n\nA  few  years  before  his  decease,  Mr.  Adams  was  invited,  by  the \nschool-committee  of  the  town  of  Quincy,  to  accompany  them  in  their \nround  of  visits  to  the  several  district  schools  in  the  town.  He  com- \nplied very  readily  ;  gave  his  attention,  during  a  session  of  three  hours \nin  the  forenoon  and  three  in  the  afternoon  of  each  day,  to  the  lessons \nof  the  pupils ;  and  entered  into  the  humble  work  before  him  with  as \nmuch  animation  of  manner  as  he  would  have  evinced  in  political  dis- \ncussions, or  in  managing  the  affairs  of  a  nation.  Lord  Bacon  has  said \nthat  \"  he  who  cannot  contract  the  sight  of  his  mind,  as  well  as  disperse \nand  dilate  it,  wanteth  a  great  quality.\"  This  mark  of  true  greatness \nwas  not  wanting  in  President  Adams. \n\nOn  the  first  day  of  the  indisposition  of  Mr.  Adams,  he  gave  his  sig- \nnature to  the  effusion  herewith,  laid  aside  in  his  desk  in  the  hall  of \nCongress,  addressed  to  the  Muse  of  History,  perched  on  her  rook- \nwheeled  and  winged  car  over  the  front  door  of  the  House  of  Repre- \nsentatives at  Washington : \n\n\n*&\"• \n\n\n\"  Muse  !  quit  thy  car,  come  down  upon  the  floor, \nAnd  with  thee  bring  that  volume  in  thy  hand  ; \n\nRap  with  thy  marble  knuckles  at  the  door. \nAnd  take  at  a  reporter's  desk  thy  stand. \n\nSend  round  thy  album,  and  collect  a  store \nOf  autographs  from  rulers  of  the  land  ; \n\nInvite  each  Solon  to  inscribe  his  name, \n\nA  self-recorded  candidate  for  fame.\" \n\n\nJOHN   QUINCY   ADAMS.  247 \n\nMr.  Adams,  on  the  21st  of  February,  1848,  entered  the  hall  of \nthe  House  of  Representatives  apparently  in  his  usual  health  and  spirits. \nWhen  the  house  had  been  in  session  about  an  hour,  the  yeas  and  nays \nbeing  ordered  on  the  question  of  a  vote  of  the  thanks  of  Congress, \nand  awarding  gold  medals,  to  Generals  Twiggs,  Worth,  Tillow,  Shields, \nQuitman,  and  others,  for  their  services  in  the  Mexican  war,  Mr.  Adams \nresponded  in  the  negative  in  a  voice  unusually  clear,  and  with  more  than \nordinary  emphasis.     After  the  speaker  had  risen  to  put  another  ques- \ntion to  the  house,  a  sudden  cry  was  heard  on  the  left  of  the  chair, \n'•  Mr.  Adams  is  dying!  \"     Turning  their  eyes  to  the  spot,  the  mem- \nbers beheld  the  venerable   man   in  the  act  of  falling  over  the  left \narm  of  his  chair,  while  his  right  arm  was  extended,  grasping  his  desk \nfor  support.     He  would  have  dropped  upon  the  floor,  had  he  not  been \ncaught  in  the  arms  of  the  member  sitting  next  to  him.     A  great  sensa- \ntion was  created  in  the  house ;  members  from  all  quarters  rushing \nfrom  their  seats,  and  gathering  round  the  fallen  statesman,  who  was \nimmediately  lifted  into  the  area  in  front  of  the  clerk's  table.     The \nspeaker  instantly  suggested  that  some  gentleman  move  an  adjourn- \nment, which   being   promptly  done,    the    house   adjourned.     A  sofa \nwos  brought,   and  Mr.   Adams,    in  a  state  of  perfect   helplessness, \nthough  not  of  entire  insensibility,  was  gently  laid  upon  it.     The  sofa \nwas  then  taken  up  and  borne  out  of  the  hall  into  the  rotunda,  where  it \nwas  set  down ;  and  the  members  of  both  houses,  and  strangers  who \nwere  fast  crowding  around,  were  with  some  difficulty  repressed,  and  an \nopen  space  cleared  in  its  immediate  vicinity ;  but  a  medical  gentleman, \na  member  of  the  house,  advised  that  he  be  removed  to  the  door  of  the \nrotunda,  opening  on  the  east  portico,  where  a  fresh  wind  Avas  blowing. \nThis  was  done ;  but,  the  air  being  chilly  and  loaded  with  vapor,  the \nsofa  was,  at  the  suggestion  of  Mr.  Winthrop,  once  more  taken  up  and \nremoved  to  the  speaker's  apartment,  the  doors  of  which  were  forthwith \nclosed  to  all  but  professional  gentlemen  and  particular  friends.     While \nlying  in  this  apartment,  Mr.  Adams  partially  recovered  the  use  of  his \nspeech,  and  observed,  in  faltering  accents,  \"This  is  the  end  of  earth;\" \nbut  quickly  added,  \"  I  am  composed.\"     Members  had  by  this  time \nreached  Mr.  Adams'  abode  with  the  melancholy  intelligence,  and  soon \nafter,  Mrs.  Adams  and  his  nephew  and  niece  arrived,  and  made  their \nway  to  the  appalling  scene.     Mrs.  Adams  was  deeply  affected,  and  for \nsome  moments  quite  prostrated,  by  the  sight  of  her  husband,  now- \ninsensible,  the  pallor  of  death  upon  his  countenance,  and  those  sad  pre- \n\n\nC{,^r' \n\n\n248  TUE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nmonitories  fast  making  their  appearance  which  fall  with  such  a  chill \nupon  the  heart. \n\nMr.  Adams,  after  having  been  removed  to  the  apartment  of  Speaker \nWinthrop,  sank  into  a  state  of  apparent  insensibility,  and  expired  at  a \nquarter  past  seven  o'clock,  on  the  evening  of  Feb.  23,  1848. \n\n\nJOHN   PHILLIPS. \n\nJULY  4,  1794.    FOR  THE   TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nThis  production  bears  the  finest  marks  of  intellectual  vigor  and  cor- \nrect principles ;  and  so  well  was  it  received,  that  extracts  from  it  were \nfor  a  long  time  going  the  rounds  in  the  newspapers  of  the  day,  and \nsome  of  these  passages  have  a  permanent  place  in  our  school-books,  as \nmodels  for  our  youth.  We  will  glean  a  passage  :  '•  The  effects  of \nthe  event  we  this  day  commemorate  were  not  confined  to  our  own \ncountry,  but  soon  extended  across  the  Atlantic.  The  prospect  of \nImmbling  a  powerful  rival  induced  an  arbitrary  prince  to  aid  the \nAmerican  cause  with  numerous  armies  and  powerful  fleets,  exhibiting \nthe  paradoxical  appearance  of  slavery  fighting  the  battles  of  freedom. \nThe  subjects  of  despotism  soon  imbibed  the  principles  they  were \nemployed  to  defend,  and  caught  the  ardor  which  flamed  in  the  Amer- \nican bosom.  Surrounding  circumstances  led  to  reflections  highly  unfa- \nvorable to  their  own  situation.  They  perceived  the  tree  of  liberty \nprofusely  watered  with  their  blood ;  its  foliage  spreading,  yet  yielding \nthem  no  shelter ;  its  fruit  blooming  and  mellowing  in  luxuriance,  yet \ndenied  the  delicious  taste,  it  excited  no  passion  but  despair.  When \nthe  mandate  of  their  sovereign  summoned  them  to  their  native  shores, \na  deeper  horror  seemed  to  shade  the  darkness  of  despotism.  They \nbeheld,  with  mingled  grief  and  indignation,  a  people  in  the  most  fertile \ncountry  of  Europe,  amid  the  profusion  of  the  bounties  of  nature, \n«)bliged  to  live  on  the  gleanings  of  their  own  industry.  The  scanty  pit- \ntance, saved  from  the  exactions  of  arbitrary  power,  yielded  by  igno- \nrance and  superstition,  to  satisfy  the  boundless  demands  of  a  rapacious \nclergy.  A  kingdom  converted  to  a  Bastile,  in  which  the  mind  was \nimprisoned  by  a  triple  impenetrable  wall  of  ignorance,  superstition, \nand  despotism.     The  fervid  spirit  which  glowed  within  them  soon  per- \n\n\nJOHN  PHILLIPS.  249 \n\n* \n\nvaded  their  country,  and  threatened  destruction  to  their  government. \nOn  the  first  favorable  contingency,  the  enthusiastic  energies  of  reviving \nFreedom  burst  the  cerements  which  had  confined  it  for  two  thousand \nyears,  and  the  Gothic  fabric  of  feudal  absurdity,  with  all  its  pompous \npageants,  colossal  pillars  and  proscriptive  bulwarks,  the  wonder  and \nveneration  of  ages,  was  instantly  levelled  with  the  dust. \n\n\"An  astonished  world  viewed  with  awful  admiration  the  stupendous \nwreck.  They  beheld,  with  pleasing  exultation,  the  fair  fabric  of \nFreedom  rising  in  simple  proportion  and  majestic  grace  upon  the  mighty \nruin.  The  gloomy  horrors  of  despotism  fled  before  the  splendid  eiful- \ngence  of  the  sun  of  liberty.  The  potent  rays  of  science  pierced  the \nmist  of  ignorance  and  error,  *  republican  visions  were  realized,  and  the \nreign  of  reason  appeared  to  commence  its  splendid  progress.'  But  the \nwhirlwind  of  discord  threatened  to  raze  the  fabric  from  its  foundation. \nThe  lowering  clouds  of  contention  hung  around,  and  darkened  the \nhorizon.  Fayette,  the  apostle  of  liberty,  was  abandoned  by  the  people \nwhom  he  saved,  and  became  a  victim  to  despotic  cruelty  and  coward- \nice. The  damp,  poisonous  exhalations  of  a  gloomy  dungeon  now \nencircle  and  chill  that  bosom,  whose  philanthropy  was  coextensive  with \nthe  universe,  whose  patriotism  no  power  could  extinguish,  no  dan- \ngers appal.  But,  illuminated  by  the  rectitude  of  thy  heart  and  the \nmagnanimity  of  thy  virtue,  the  trickling  dews  of  thy  prison-walls  shall \nsparkle  with  more  enviable  lustre  than  the  most  luminous  diadem  that \nglitters  on  the  brow  of  the  haughtiest  emperor.\"'  The  apostrophe  to \nLafayette  was  uttered  at  the  precise  time  when  the  patriot  was  lan- \nguishing in  the  dungeon  of  Olmutz. \n\nJohn  Phillips,  a  son  of  William  Phillips  and  Margaret,  a  daughter \nof  Jacob  Wendell,  was  born  in  Boston,  Nov.  26,  1770.  His  mother \nwas  a  lady  of  fervent  piety ;  and  Rev.  Dr.  Palfrey  relates  that  her  son \ninformed  him  that  his  mother,  at  the  last  interview  when  she  Avas  able \nto  sustain  a  connected  conversation,  on  the  occasion  of  an  assurance  from \nhim  that  her  directions  should  be  strictly  fulfilled  after  her  death, \nraised  herself,  and,  addressing  him  in  a  manner  of  the  most  emphatic \nsolemnity,  she  charged  him  to  remember  then  the  many  official  oaths \nhe  had  taken.  His  birthplace  was  on  the  ancient  Phillips  estate,  now \nknown  as  No.  39  Washington-street,  where  his  widowed  mother  kept \na  dry-goods  shop  for  many  years. \n\nWhen  seven  years  of  age,  he  entered  Phillips'  Academy,  at  Ando- \nver,  founded  by  his  relatives,  where  he  received  instruction,  residing \n\n\n250  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nin  tlie  family  of  Lieut.  Gov.  Samuel  Phillips,  until  he  entered  Harvard \nCollege  in  1784.  After  his  graduation.  Avhcn  he  gave  the  salutatory \noration,  he  read  law  -with  Judge  Dawes,  the  successor  of  Oliver  Wen- \ndell, in  Suffolk  Probate.  On  being  of  age,  he  was  admitted  to  practice \nin  the  Suffolk  bar,  and  in  1794  married  Sally,  daughter  of  Thomas \nWallev.  a  merchant  and  selectman  of  Boston. \n\nIn  the  year  1800,  says  Knapp,  the  population  of  Boston  had  so \nmuch  increased  that  it  was  found  necessary  to  petition  the  Legisla- \nture to  establish  a  Municipal  Court  of  criminal  jurisdiction  for  the \ncounty  of  Suffolk.     The  Supreme  Judicial  Court,  and  the  Common \nPleas,  had  become  burdened  by  the  numerous  entries  on  the  criminal \nside    of  the  docket;     and    parties    in  civil   actions   suffered  tedious \ndelays,  while  the  courts  were  engaged  in  jail  delivery.     The  Muni- \ncipal  Court  was  established  in  1800,   and  George  Richards   Minot \nbecame  its  first  judge,  and  John  Phillips  was  selected  as  a  public  pros- \necutor, to  vindicate  the  majesty  of  the  laws.     He  was  annually  elected \ntown  advocate  for  this  purpose,  until  he  was  succeeded  by  Peter  0. \nThacher.     In  1803  he  was  elected  a  representative,  and  in  1804  he \nwas  sent  to  the  Senate,  which  station  he  occupied  for  twenty  years,  and \nwas  president  of  this  body  for  ten  years.     In  1809  he  became  a  judge \nof  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas,  until   that  court  was  abolished  for \nanother  on  a  new  model.     In  1820  Mr.  Phillips  was  elected  to  the \nconvention  for  revising  the  constitution  of  the  State,  where  he  dis- \nplayed great  wisdom  and  playful  humor.     In  remarks  on  the  third \narticle  of  the  bill  of  rights,  on  which  there  was  great  diversity  of  opin- \nion, he  urged  its  indefinite  postponement,  saying  it  was  well  to  remem- \nber the  adage.  When  you  know  not  what  to  do,  take  care  not  to  do  you \nknow  not  what.     He  hoped  they  should  not  resemble  the  man  who  had \nthe  epitaph  on  his  tombstone,  \"I  was  well;  I  would  be  better,  and \nhere  I  am.\" \n\nIn  1812  Mr.  Phillips  was  elected  a  member  of  the  corporation  of \nHarvard  College,  which  station  he  filled  until  his  decease,  and  was \nfrequently  moderator  of  the  town-meetings  of  the  old  town  of \nBoston. \n\nMr.  Phillips  was  chairman  of  the  committee  of  twelve  who  reported \na  city  charter,  which  was  adopted  by  the  town  on  January  1,  1822. \nOne  attempt  having  been  made  to  elect  a  mayor,  without  success,  Mr. \nPhillips  was  solicited  to  stand  as  candidate,  in  order  to  effect  a  union ; \nand  he   received  nearly  a  unanimous  vote.      He   was   inaugurated, \n\n\nJOHN   PHILLIPS.  251 \n\nMay  1.  1822.  A  powerful  minority  of  the  citizens  decidedly  preferred \nthe  patriarchal  system  of  the  selectmen.  Others  decidedly  advocated \nreform  and  energetic  measures.  In  acting  out  the  principles  of  the \nctarter,  Mayor  Phillips  was  kind,  conciliatory,  and  conservative. \nSuch  was  the  general  confidence  at  the  time  in  his  taste  and  judgment, \nthat  he  could  have  taken  what  direction  he  preferred  in  regard  to  the \nmode  in  which  the  mayor  should  in  future  bear  the  forms  of  office. \nSome  were  for  display  and  pomp.  Mr.  Phillips  preferred  republican \nsimplicity,  and  probably,  by  his  example,  we  arc  saved  the  trappings \nof  a  lord  mayor's  day,  or  any  profuseness  at  an  annual  organization  of \nthe  city  authorities.  Mayor  Quincy,  his  successor,  said,  \"The  first \nadministration  have  laid  the  foundation  of  the  prosperity  of  our  city \ndeep,  and  on  right  principles ;  and  whatever  success  may  attend  those \nwho  come  after  them,  they  will  be  largely  indebted  for  it  to  the  wisdom \nand  fidelity  of  their  predecessors.\"  The  course  of  his  control  over  the \ncity  government  was  unruffled  as  Lake  Ontario  on  a  calm,  sujiny  day, \nand  a  striking  contrast  to  the  measures  of  his  successor,  whose  opera- \ntions, like  the  rushings  of  the  resistless  Niagara,  in  its  vicinity,  washed \naway  the  old  landmarks,  when  Boston  lost  its  identity  as  a  town. \n\nAs  a  speaker,  Mr.  Phillips  was  clear,  forcible,  conciliatory  and \njudicious.  His  voice  was  strong,  without  harshness,  and  his  words \nflowed  without  any  great  effort.  If  he  never  gave  any  striking  speci- \nmen of  eloquence,  he  certainly  never  mortified  his  friends  by  a  failure \nin  debate,  so  often  the  misfortune  amongst  those  who  sometimes  reach \nthe  sublime.  He  was  not  unfrequently,  in  the  course  of  a  week,  called \nto  make  speeches  before  several  different  bodies  of  men,  on  various \nsubjects, —  political,  educational,  commercial,  financial  or  philanthropic, \n—  and  at  all  times  he  was  listened  to  with  profound  attention  and \npleasure :  and  probably  no  cotemporary  of  any  standing,  in  a  moment \nof  rivalry,  could  say  to  him,  \"  My  advice  is  as  often  followed  as  yours, \nand  the  influence  you  have  I  have  also.\" \n\nMayor  Phillips  was  of  the  common  height  in  stature.  His  face  was \noval,  with  expressive  eyes,  and  his  cheeks  were  of  a  very  ruddy  hue ; \nwith  partially  gray  hair,  like  a  half-powdered  dressing,  and  very  neat \nattire.  His  appearance  as  president  of  the  Senate,  or  at  the  meetings  of \nthe  municipal  authorities,  was  manly  and  dignified.  In  his  countenance \nthere  was  a  peculiar  calmness,  indicative  of  that  purity  of  heart  for \nwhich  he  was  greatly  distinguished.  Indeed,  from  the  decease  of  his \nexcellent  mother,  there  was  more  than  a  commonly  serious  train  of \n\n\n252  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthought  in  his  letters  and  conversation ;  and  it  is  not  singular  that  the \nlast  impressions  of  a  man  should  be  religious,  who  learned  to  pray  as \nhe  learned  his  alphabet,  in  his  mother's  arms,  and,  at  school,  was  as \ncareful  to  commit  his  biblical  lesson  as  to  retain  his  classical  studies. \nHe  presided  in  the  Senate  on  the  day  previous  to  his  death,  and  was  a \nspectator  at  the  delivery  of  the  election  sermon  at  the  Old  South \nChurch.  In  the  course  of  the  succeeding  night  he  became  so  unwell \nas  to  require  the  attendance  of  a  physician,  and  in  the  morning  he  for \na  short  time  appeared  relieved,  but,  on  a  relapse  of  spasms,  occasioned \nby  an  ossification  of  the  heart,  at  nine  o'clock  in  the  morning  he \nexpired.  May  29,  1823.  The  clamorous  notes  of  fame,  breathed  over \nthe  conqueror's  bier,  have  no  music  in  them,  without  the  conception  of \nindestructible  virtue  in  his  mind,  as  it  shone  in  Phillips. \n\nThe  ancestor  of  the  Phillips  family  of  New  England  was  Rev. \nGeorge  PhiUips,  of  Raymond,  Norfolk  county.  Old  England,  who  came \nto  America  in  1630,  and  was  the  first  minister  of  Watertown.  The \nchildren  of  Mayor  Phillips  were  Thomas  Walley,  H.  C.  1814  ;  George \nW.,  H.  C.  1829;  Wendell,  H.  C.  1831,  ever  active  in  the  cause  of \nhumanity,  a  graceful  speaker  and  fine  classical  scholar ;  Grenville \nTudor,  H.  C.  1836;  John  C,  11.  C.  1826,  in  the  ministry;  Sarah \nH.,  married  Alonzo  Gray,  of  Brookline ;  Margaret  W.,  married  Dr. \nEdward  Reynolds,  of  Boston ;  Miriam,  married  Rev.  Dr.  Elagden,  of \nthe  Old  South  Church.  The  eldest  son  was  for  many  years  clerk  of \nSuffolk  Municipal  Court.  It  M'cre  glory  enough  to  have  had  such  a \nfamily,  and  lived  in  the  shades  of  retirement,  without  being  in  elevated \npublic  stations.  Blessings  on  the  memory  of  the  first  mayor  of  Boston ! \nMr.  Otis,  a  successor,  said  of  him,  that  \"  his  aim  was  to  allure,  and \nnot  to  repel ;  to  reconcile  by  gentle  reform,  not  to  revolt  by  startling \nmnovation, —  so  that,  while  he  led  us  into  a  new  and  fairer  creation, \nwe  felt  ourselves  surrounded  by  the  scenes  and  comforts  of  home.\" \n\n' '  His  hand  and  heart  both  open  and  both  free, \nFor  what  he  has  he  gives,  — what  thinks,  he  shows  ; \nYet  gives  he  not  till  judgment  guides  his  bounty, \nNor  dignifies  an  impure  thought  with  breath.\" \n\n\nGEORGE   BLAKE.  253 \n\n\nGEORGE   BLAKE. \n\nJULY  4,  1795.    FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nThe  impassioned  and  declamatory  oration  of  Mr.  Blake  is  strongly \nevincive  of  the  zeal  of  a  youthful  politician  :  \"  The  whole  continent  of \nAmerica,  according  to  ministerial  calculations,  was  destined  to  become \na  mere  appendage  to  the  patrimonial  inheritance  of  George  the  Third  : \nand  the  people  of  America,  like  the  dragon  of  Hespcrides.  would  have \nbeen  allowed  the  honor  to  cherish  and  protect  the  fruit  of  which  they \nwere  refused  the  power  to  participate.  A  project  so  infernal  in  its \ndesign,  at  the  same  time  so  uncertain  in  its  event,  could  have  been \ngenerated  but  by  a  ministry  in  the  very  dotage  of  wickedness,  approved \nbut  by  a  monarch  in  leading-strings,  and  seconded  only  by  the \nunthinking  automatons  who  never  move  or  act  but  from  the  impulse  of \ntheir  sovereign.  In  justice,  however,  to  the  more  rational  part  of  that \ndeluded  people,  we  shall  not  forget  the  feeling  remonstrances  which \nwere  poured  forth  by  the  purer  spirits  of  the  kingdom.  But  in  vain ! \nIn  vain  did  a  Chatham,  and  a  Camden,  like  the  oracles  of  old,  foresee \nand  pronounce  the  fatal  issue  that  awaited  the  measures  of  their  gov- \nernment.\" Again  Mr.  Blake  says,  \"  Parhament,  by  their  usual  sanc- \ntity of  pretension,  could  no  longer  conceal  the  malignity  of  their \ndesigns.  That  secret  cabinet  of  iniquity  was  now  thrown  open,  and, \nbehold  !  like  the  den  of  the  Cyclops,  it  exhibited  a  group  of  demons \nbusied  in  forging  engines  of  destruction, —  in  fabricating  chains,  dag- \ngers, and  fetters,  to  enslave  or  destroy  her  devoted  colonies.\" \n\nGeorge  Blake  was  a  descendant  of  William  Blake,  the  common \nancestor,  who  died  at  Dorchester,  Oct.  25,  1663,  and  bequeathed  by \nhis  will  funds  for  keeping  a  fence  or  wall  around  the  burying-ground \nin  Dorchester,  to  keep  hogs  and  other  vermin  from  rooting  up  the \nbodies  of  the  saints.  George,  the  subject  of  this  outline,  was  born  at \nHardwick,  Mass.,  1769,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1789, \nwhen  he  took  part  in  a  conference  with  Samuel  Haven  —  ' '  Whether \nunlimited  toleration  be  prejudicial  to  the  cause  of  religion.\"  He  was  a \nstudent  at  law  under  Governor  Sullivan,  and  admitted  to  the  bar  in \n1794.  He  settled  in  the  practice  of  law  in  Boston,  when  he  delivered \nthe  oration  at  the  request  of  the  town.  On  the  same  day,  Gov. \n22 \n\n\n254  THE    HUNDKED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nSamuel  Adams  laid  the  corner-stone  of  the  State-house  in  Boston, \nwho  said,  \"  May  the  principles  of  our  excellent  constitution,  founded \nin  nature  and  in  the  rights  of  man,  be  ably  defended  here;\"  and  in \nthe  year  previous,  Gov.  Adams  said,  in  Faneuil  Hall,  at  the  celebration \nof  the  destruction  of  the  Bastile  in  Paris,  \"  May  the  laurel  of  victory \nnever  Avither  on  the  brow  of  repubhcanism.\"  Mr.  Blake  married \nRachel  Baty,  Avho  died  in  early  life,  and  he  married  a  second  time \nSarah  Murdock.  On  the  fourth  of  February,  1800,  Mr.  Blake  deliv- \nered a  eulogy  on  Washington,  for  St.  John's  Lodge.  In  1801  he  was \nappointed  the  United  States  District  Attorney  for  Massachusetts,  at \nwhich  time  he  was  a  representative  in  the  State  Legislature.  Mr. \nBlake  was  a  delegate  to  the  Massachusetts  State  convention  for  the \nrevision  of  the  State  constitution,  in  1820.  His  speeches  on  important \ntopics  were  frequent,  and  no  man  displayed  a  keener  jealousy  for  the \ndemocracy,  or  readier  adroitness  of  conception.  In  his  speech  on  sen- \natorial apportionment,  he  remarked  that  he  considered  the  constitution \nof  this  commonwealth  the  purest  and  most  perfect  model  of  republican \ngovernment  that  ever  existed  on  the  face  of  the  globe.  There  cannot \nbe  found  in  any  State,  or  in  the  world,  a  constitution  so  free  and  so \nliberal  as  that  of  Massachusetts,  which  we  now  have,  independent  of \nany  amendments  which  may  be  proposed.  He  had  been  a  republican \nin  the  most  gloomy  times, —  it  was  fashionable  to  be  republican  now,' — \nand  he  should  not  be  disposed  to  desert  republicanism  at  such  a  time. \nHe  said  that  he  had  used  the  other  day  a  very  improper  figure,  when \nhe  called  the  Senate  the  rich  man's  citadel.  It  was  no  more  the \ncitadel  of  the  rich  than  of  the  poor  man.  It  was  the  only  branch  of \nthe  government  which  was  particularly  designed  for  the  protection  of \nproperty,  and  the  protection  was  as  important  for  those  who  have  little \nas  for  those  who  have  much.  Mr.  Blake  opposed  the  investiture  of \nBoston  into  a  city  corporation,  and  also  opposed  the  city  charter,  as \nsubversive  of  democracy.  He  was  the  first  Democratic  candidate  for \nthe  mayoralty.  In  1829  Mr.  Blake  resigned  his  office  of  District \nAttorney,  and  was  again  elected  to  the  House,  until  his  advance  to  the \nSenate,  in  1833.  He  was  profound  in  legal  acquirement,  and  liis \nforensic  powers  were  of  a  high  order.  His  control  over  the  jury  was \noften  irresistible.  The  propriety  and  elegance  of  his  diction,  and  his \nfervor  in  debate,  excited  admiration.  He  was  an  active  leader  of  the \nDemocratic  party,  and  a  frequent  contributor  to  the  Worcester \nNational  iEgis,  edited  by  his  brother,  Francis  Blake,  and  a  decided \n\n\nJOHN   LATHROP,  JR.  255 \n\nadvocate  of  the  measures  of  Jefferson.  His  speeches  in  General  Court, \nand  learned  arguments  at  the  bar,  were  often  published.  All  that \nMr.  Blake  said  was  delivered \n\n\"  in  such  apt  and  gracious  -words \n\nThat  younger  ears  played  truant  at  his  tale. \nAnd  older  hearings  were  quite  ravished, \nSo  voluble  and  sweet  was  his  discourse.\" \n\nHe  died  October  6,  1841. \n\n\nJOHN   LATHROP,   JR. \n\nJULY  i,  1796.     FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  nervous  and  patriotic  performance  of  our  orator,  we  have \nthis  happy  exordium  :  \"It  is  now  acknowledged  as  a  fact  in  political \nbiography,  that  Liberty  descended  from  heaven  on  the  4th  of  July, \n1776.  We  are  assembled  on  this  day,  the  tAvcnticth  anniversary  of \nher  advent,  to  sympathize  in  those  pleasures  which  none  but  freemen \ncan  enjoy,  to  exchange  those  mutual  congratulations  which  none  but \nfreemen  can  express. \n\n\"  The  first  promulgation  of  the  gospel  of  liberty  was  the  declaration \nof  American  independence.  Her  apostles,  the  venerable  Congress, \nwhose  mode  of  evangelizing  made  many  a  Felix  tremble,  sealed  the \ndoom  and  issued  the  death-warrant  of  despotism.  The  measure  of \nher  iniquity  was  filled  up.  The  decree  Avas  gone  forth,  and  Amer- \nicans were  elected  by  God  to  redeem  from  bondage  the  miserable \nvictims  of  arbitrary  power.  But  it  would  have  been  of  no  avail  for \nthem  to  publish  to  the  enslaved  the  beauties  of  freedom,  describe  her \ncharms,  and  urge  the  duty  of  possessing  her,  while  they  themselves \nwere  declared,  by  an  act  of  the  British  legislature,  liable  to  be  bounden \nby  the  will  and  laws  of  that  overbearing  kingdom,  '  in  all  cases  what- \nsoever.' They  disdained  an  inconsistency  of  character, —  they  pre- \nsented the  world  with  a  glorious  example,  by  effecting  their  own \nemancipation.  Yes,  my  fellow-countrymen  !  you  indignantly  refused \na  base  submission  to  the  usurpation  of  Great  Britain  —  to  the  imposi- \ntions of  her  Parliament,  and  the  insolence  of  her  ministry.  After \nopposing  reasoning  and  argument  to  her  absurd  pretensions,  and  digni- \n\n\n256  THE    HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nfied  remonstrance  to  her  unjustifiable  encroacliments,  the  solemn  appeal \nwas  made  to  Heaven, —  the  sword  was  drawn,  and  the  once  inseparable \ntie  of  connection  between  the  two  countries  severed  in  twain.  The \nmighty  blow  resounded  through  the  universe.  The  nations  of  the \nearth  were  astonished,  dumb  with  surprise,  or  trembling  with  appre- \nhension. The  deep-rooted  thrones  of  aged  monarchies  were  shaken  to \ntheir  centres.  The  Bastiles  of  tyranny,  riven  by  the  shock,  reluctantly \nadmitted  the  rays  of  hope  to  gladden  the  desponding  hearts  of  their \nwretched  tenants,  and  opened  to  their  view  a  distant  prospect  of \nscenes  illumined  with  Liberty's  full  and  perfect  day.\" \n\nJohn  Lathrop  was  born  in  Boston,  January,  1772.  His  father  was \npastor  of  the  New  Brick  Church,  of  which  Cotton  Mather  had  been \nthe  minister.  Owing  to  differences  in  the  church,  which  originated \nthe  New  North  Church,  when  Rev.  Peter  Thacher  was  its  first \npastor,  the  New  Brick  Society  elevated  the  figure  of  a  cock,  as  a  vane, \nupon  the  steeple,  out  of  derision  to  Mr.  Thacher,  whose  Christian \nname  was  Peter,  says  Eliot,  and,  taking  advantage  of  a  north  wind, \nwhich  turned  the  head  of  the  cock  towards  the  New  North  Church, \nwhen  it  was  placed  upon  the  spindle,  a  merry  fellow  sat  astride  over \nit,  and  crowed  three  times,  to  complete  the  ceremony.  Rev.  Dr. \nLathrop  was  a  fervent  patriot ;  and,  on  the  Sunday  after  the  massacre \nin  King-street,  delivered  a  sermon,  which  was  printed,  entitled  \"  Inno- \ncent Blood  Crying  to  God  from  the  Streets  of  Boston.\"  The  subject \nof  this  outline  pursued  the  study  of  law  under  Christopher  Gore,  but \nhe  was  soon  known  more  as  a  poet  than  a  lawyer,  as  his  poetry \nappeared  in  the  journals.  In  1797,  after  the  delivery  of  the  oration \nat  the  head  of  this  article,  he  removed  to  Dedham,  and  became  clerk \nof  Norfolk  courts,  but  soon  returned  to  Boston,  where  he  became  an \nintimate  with  Paine  and  Prentiss,  the  poets. \n\nIn  1799  he  made  a  voyage  to  Calcutta,  where  he  hoped  the  patron- \nage of  the  Marquis  of  Wellesley.  In  the  ardor  of  his  zeal  for \ninstructing  the  rising  generation  of  Calcutta,  Mr.  Lathrop  presented  to \nthe  Marquis  of  Wellesley,  then  governor-general,  a  plan  of  an  insti- \ntution at  which  the  youths  of  India  might  receive  an  education,  patron- \nized by  government,  without  going  to  England  for  that  purpose.  In \nan  interview  with  his  lordship,  Mr.  Lathrop  urged  with  great  eloquence \nthe  advantages  of  such  a  plan ;  but  his  lordsliip  decidedly  opposed \nhim,  remarking,  with  vehemence,  \"No,  no,  sir;  India  is,  and  ever \nought  to  be,  a  colony  of  Great  Britain ;  the  seeds  of  independence \n\n\nJOHN   CALLENDER.  257 \n\nmust  not  be  sown  here.  Establishing  a  seminary  in  New  England  at \nso  early  a  period  of  time  hastened  your  revolution  half  a  century.\" \nHe  established  a  school  for  the  instruction  of  youth,  and  became  a \nwriter  for  the  Calcutta  Post ;  and,  after  a  ten  years'  residence,  returned \nto  his  country.  His  first  wife  was  daughter  of  Joseph  Peirce,  Esq., \nwhom  he  married  in  1793;  and  he  married  a  second  time, —  Miss \nBell,  of  Calcutta.  His  work  on  the  manners  and  customs  of  India \nwas  never  published.  On  his  return  to  Boston,  he  taught  a  school, \ndelivered  lectures  on  natural  philosophy,  published  songs  and  orations, \nand  contributed  to  the  public  journals.  He  published  a  school-book \non  the  use  of  globes.  He  soon  removed  to  Washington,  where,  and  at \nGeorgetown  in  the  vicinity,  he  practised  as  an  instructor,  lecturer,  and \nwriter  in  the  newspapers.  He  obtained  a  situation  in  the  post-office, \nand  died  Jan.  30,  1820,  a  victim  of  sensibility,  and  a  son  of  frailties \nand  misfortune. \n\nLathrop's  best  poem  was  the  \"  Speech  of  Canonicus.\"  In  1813  he \ndelivered  the  first  anniversary  discourse  for  the  Associate  Instructors \nof  Youth  in  Boston:  in  1798,  an  oration  for  4th  of  July,  at  Dedham  ; \na  Masonic  address  at  Charlestown.  in  1811,  and  a  Monody  on  John  L. \nAbbot,  in  1815.  When  he  graduated  at  college,  in  1789,  he  delivered \na  poem  on  the  Influence  of  Civil  Institutions  on  the  Social  and  Moral \nFaculties.     Lathrop  once  closed  an  ode  as  follov»-s  : \n\n\"  Ye  sainted  spirits  of  the  just, \n\nDeparted  friends,  we  I'aise  our  eyes \nFrom  liumbler  scenes  of  mouldering  dust, \n\nTo  brigliter  mansions  in  the  skies,  — \nWhere  Faith  and  Hope,  their  trials  past. \n\nShall  smile  in  endless  joy  secure, \nAnd  Charity's  blest  reign  shall  last \n\nWhile  heaven's  eternal  courts  endure.\" \n\n\nJOHN   CALLENDEE. \n\nJULY  4,  1797.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nJohn  Callender  was  born  at  Boston,  Feb.  4,  1772,  and  son  of \nCapt.  Eleazar  Callender,  who  married  Elizabeth,  sister  of  Gov.  Gore, \n\n\n258  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nNov.  23.  1768.  lie  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1779,  and  gi-aduated \nat  Harvard  College  in  1790.  His  topic  at  commencement  was  an  ora- \ntion, in  French,  on  the  revolution  in  France.  He  was  an  attorney- \nat-law,  and  married  Catharine  Templeman,  of  Georgetown,  Md., \nNov.  23,  1794 ;  was  lieutenant  of  the  Boston  Light  Infantry,  on  its \ninstitution,  in  1798 ;  was  a  representative  in  the  State  Legislature, \nsecretary  of  Massachusetts  Society  of  Cincinnati,  and  clerk  of  the \nSupreme  Judicial  Court.     He  died  in  Boston,  Nov.  21,  1833. \n\nIn  the  oration  of  Mr.  Callender  it  is  remarked  \"  that  our  Revolution \nwas  so  little  disgraced  by  cruelty  and  injustice,  much  is  due  to  the  exer- \ntions of  our  clergy;  and  it  is  with  pride  I  hero  offer  my  humble  tribute \nof  applause  to  that  devout  and  learned  profession.  The  holy  precepts \nof  our  religion  which  they  inculcated,  and  the  bright  examples  of  virtue \nwhich  they  exhibited,  gave  them  a  great  and  merited  influence  with \nthe  people.  To  their  eternal  honor  be  it  recorded,  that  influence. \nexerted  on  the  side  of  liberty  and  humanity,  in  a  great  measure \nrestrained  those  wild  excesses  which  have  too  frequently  blasted  in  the \nexecution  a  cause  designed  by  the  noblest  motives  of  the  human  mind.\" \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY. \n\nJULY   4,  1708.     FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nOur  orator  remarks,  with  nervous  vigor :  \"  The  factious  spirit? \nwhose  intrigues  have  produced  such  losses  and  distress  to  the  United \nStates,  and  forced  our  federated  stars  from  the  pathway  of  peace  and \nheaven,  are  servile  copyists  of  those  ancient  enemies  of  colonial  inde- \npendence. They  have  neither  the  claim  of  originals,  the  merit  of \ningenuity,  or  the  charm  of  novelty.  It  is  not  a  mere  general  resem- \nblance ;  it  is  the  old  piece  in  a  new  position, —  the  same  in  character \nand  attitude,  in  expression  and  passion,  in  drapery  and  design.  The \ntories  and  royalists  of  old  time,  compared  with  the  true  friends  of  Amer- \nica, were  a  small  and  weak  party,  unable  to  acquire  the  confidence  of \nthe  people.  Ambition  which  cannot  be  gratified  by  honorable  means \nhas  a  sure  resource  in  intrigue.  Their  invitations  stimulated  and \niencouragcd  aggression.     They  marked  out  the  plan  for  our  enemiea. \n\n\nJOSIAH   QDINCY.  259 \n\nDivide  and  conquer.  Insert  your  influence  amid  the  parties  of  the \nState.  Corrupt  the  avaricious,  frighten  the  weak,  vihfy  virtue,  turn \ntalents  to  ridicule,  weaken  the  obligations  of  morality,  destroy  the \ninfluence  of  religion,  make  men  worthy  to  be  slaves,  and  they  will  sue \nfor  fetters.  How  minutely  the  opponents  of  the  will  of  the  people \nhave  adhered  to  these  principles  in  our  day,  is  too  obvious  to  remark. \nWe  shall  find  the  likeness  not  less  striking,  if,  keeping  our  own  times \nin  view,  we  call  to  recollection  the  arts  by  which  the  tories  and  royal- \nists formerly  played  this  eternal  game  of  tyranny.  To  encourage  and \nunite  the  inhabitants  of  the  Old  World,  they  everywhere  proclaimed  us \na  divided  people :  that,  embarked  in  a  common  cause,  we  refused  to \nbear  our  share  of  expense ;  that,  reared  under  their  wing,  in  our  strength, \nwe  were  unmindful  of  our  patrons.  In  America  different  changes  were \nrung.  They  attempted  to  set  at  variance  the  southern  and  northern \ncolonies ;  to  make  the  orders  of  State  contend  ;  to  render  the  poor  sus- \npicious of  the  rich, —  the  rich  fearful  of  the  poor.  They  told  the  people \nof  fleets  and  armies  ;  of  the  power  of  the  adversary,  and  their  weak- \nness. The  arms  and  victories  of  a  nation,  then  styled  terrible  to  her \nenemies  and  generous  to  her  friends,  were  painted  in  colors  best  suited \nto  alarm.  The  sin,  the  crying  sin,  of  ingratitude  to  a  nation  who  had \nfought  our  battles,  the  bones  of  whose  warriors  were  mingled  in  the \nsame  plains  v/ith  ours,  was  blazoned  in  terms  designed  to  make  us \nodious  and  contemptible  at  home  and  abroad.  Every  man  of  talent \nand  virtue  was  designated  as  an  object  of  the  most  atrocious  slander. \nOur  clergy, —  God  ever  preserve  to  them  the  glorious  prerogative  !  — \ncalumniated  by  the  enemies  of  their  country.  Our  patriots,  loaded  with \nevery  insult  which  abandoned  minds  could  invent: — Otis,  the  spirited \nand  elegant  statesman ;  Mayhew,  the  man  of  wit,  learning,  and  piety ; \nAdams,  the  equal  pride  of  past  and  present  times.\" \n\nJosiah  Quincy  was  the  son  of  Josiah  Quincy,  Jr.,  and  Abigail  Phil- \nlips, who  were  married  October,  1769.  The  memory  of  his  father \nwill  be  ever  dear  in  the  records  of  patriotism,  for  his  dignified  defence \nof  the  British  soldiers,  and  his  manly  arguments  on  the  Boston  Port \nBill.  Previous  to  his  death,  which  occurred  April  26,  1775,  just  a,<! \nhe  reached  within  sight  of  Cape  Ann,  in  his  beloved  country,  when  on \nhis  return  from  a  visit  to  London  for  his  health,  Mr.  Quincy  says,  in \nhis  will,  \"  I  give  to  my  son,  when  he  shall  arrive  to  the  age  of  fifteen \nyears,  Algernon  Sidney's  works,  John  Locke's  works.  Lord  Bacon's \nworks,  Gordon's  Tacitus,  and  Cato's  Letters.     May  the  spirit  of  liberty \n\n\n260  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nrest  upon  him  !  \"  This  only  son,  Josiah,  was  born  at  Boston,  Feb.  4, \n1772,  on  the  Callcndcr  estate,  now  166  Washington-street,  then  Marl- \nboro'-street ;  and,  by  the  Old  South  records,  he  was  baptized  Feb.  16, \n1772.  It  is  said  that  his  father  was  the  first  Boston  lawyer  who  put \nup  a  sign-board  over  his  office-door.  Many  of  his  nearest  connec- \ntions were  dispersed  by  the  siege  of  Boston.  His  mother  had  been \ndetained  in  the  town  by  the  dangerous  illness  of  both  their  children. \nHis  only  sister  died  April  13,  1775.  After  this  event,  his  mother,  with \nher  only  surviving  child,  sought  the  protection  of  her  parents,  at  their \nplace  of  refuge  at  Norwich,  in  Connecticut.  Young  .Josiah  was  prepared \nfor  college  at  Phillips'  Academy,  in  Andover,  an  institution  established \nby  a  relative  in  1778.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1790, \nwhen  he  gave  an  English  oration  on  the  Ideal  Superiority  of  the  Present \nAge  in  Literature  and  Politics  ;  engaged  in  legal  studies  under  Hon. \nJudge  Tudor ;  Avas  early  admitted  to  the  bar,  and  married  Eliza  Susan, \ndaughter  of  John  Morton,  Esq.,  merchant  and  banker,  of  New  York,  June, \n1797.  He  delivered  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  oration  at  Cambridge,  in  1794. \nIn  1796  Mr.  Quincy  became  a  member  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical \nSociety,  and  was  its  treasurer  from  1803  to  1820.  He  was  president \nof  the  Boston  Athenaium  from  1820  to  1830,  and  author  of  its  History \nand  Biography  of  its  Founders,  pubhshed  in  1851.  Mr.  Quincy  was \nin  1804  elected  to  the  State  Senate :  a  representative  in  Congress \nfrom  the  year  1805  to  1813,  and  consequently  present  at  the  creation \nof  commercial  restrictions,  embargo,  and  war.  Naturally  impetuous \nfrom  his  earliest  youth,  indiscretion  often  marked  his  career ;  but  his \ningenuous  heart  always  guided  him  to  retract  his  rashness.  He  was \never  fearless,  and  of  fervent  eloquence.  His  speeches  are  among  the \nbest  specimens  of  the  spirit  of  the  times.  His  admirable  minority \naddress  in  Congress  is  imperishable.  As  an  indication  of  the  playful \nwit  of  Mr.  Quincy,  we  find  in  the  diary  of  his  pastor.  Rev.  Joseph  S. \nBuckminster,  this  record  under  date  September,  1805:  \"President \nNott  preached  in  Brattle-street  Church ;  the  fullest  audience  ever \nknown  there,  except  on  ordination-day.  Epigram  made  on  by  Josiah \nQuincy. \n\n'  Delight  and  instruction  have  people,  I  wot, \nWho  in  seeing  not  see,  and  in  hearing  hear  not.'  \" \n\nMr.  Quincy  was  major  of  the  Boston  Hussars,  on  its  institution,  in \n1810,  and  continued  its  commander  until  1816.  It  was  the  most \nsuperb  troop  of  horse  ever  known  in  the  town. \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY.  261 \n\nDuring  the  discussion  in  Congress  on  the  war  with  Great  Britain,  Mr. \nQuincy  suffered  himself  at  times  to  be  so  passionately  inflamed  with \nopposition  to  the  Democratic  members,  as  to  forget,  in  the  warm  excite- \nment, the  pure  feeling  of  decorum  and  dignified  respect  so  important \nto  their  elevated  station ;  and  the  poignancy  of  his  grief,  after  impetu- \nously pouring  out  such  figures  as  follow,  far  overbalanced  the  moment- \nary pleasure  of  hurling  around  bitter  invectives.  He  described  them, \nit  is  said,  as  \"young  politicians,  with  the  pin-feathers  yet  unshed,  and \nthe  shell  sticking  upon  them, —  perfectly  unfledged, —  though  they \nfluttered  and  cackled  upon  the  floor  of  Congress ;  bloodhound  mongrels, \nwho  were  kept  in  pay  to  hunt  doAvn  all  that  opposed  the  court ;  a  pack \nof  mangy  dogs  of  recent  importation,  their  backs  still  sore  with  the \nstripes  of  European  castigation,  and  their  necks  marked  with  the \ncheck-collar.\"  At  another  time  he  described  them  as  \"  fawning  syc- \nophants, reptiles  who  crawled  at  the  feet  of  the  president,  and  left \ntheir  filthy  slime  upon  the  carpet  of  the  palace.\" \n\nHenry  Clay,  then  the  champion  of  the  Democratic  party,  repelled \nthe  rude  severity  of  Josiah  Quincy  with  great  effect,  remarking  of  Jef- \nferson, that  \"'he  is  not  more  elevated  by  his  lofty  residence  upon  the \nsummit  of  his  own  favorite  mountain,  than  he  is  lifted  by  the  serenity \nof  his  mind,  and  the  consciousness  of  a  well-spent  life,  above  the \nmalignant  passions  and  bitter  feehngs  of  the  day.  No !  his  own \nbeloved  Monticello  is  not  less  moved  by  the  storms  that  beat  against \nits  sides,  than  is  this  illustrious  man  by  the  whole  British  pack,  set \nloose  from  the  Essex  kennel !  When  the  gentleman  to  whom  I  have \nbeen  compelled  to  allude  shall  have  mingled  his  dust  with  that  of  his \nabused  ancestors. —  when  he  shall  have  been  consisned  to  oblivion,  or, \nif  he  lives  at  all,  shall  live  only  in  the  treasonable  annals  of  a  certain \njunto, —  the  name  of  Jefferson  will  be  hailed  with  gratitude,  his  mem- \nory honored  and  cherished  as  the  second  founder  of  the  liberties  of \nthe  people,  and  the  period  of  his  administration  will  be  looked  back  to \nas  one  of  the  happiest  and  brightest  epochs  of  American  history  —  an \noasis  in  the  midst  of  a  sandy  desert.  But  I  beg  the  gentleman's \npardon  ;  he  has,  indeed,  secured  to  himself  a  more  imperishable  fame \nthan  I  had  supposed.  I  think  it  was  about  four  years  ago  that  he \nsubmitted  to  the  House  of  Representatives  an  instructive  proposition \nfor  an  impeachment  of  Mr.  Jefferson.  The  house  condescended  to \nconsider  it.  The  gentleman  debated  it  with  his  usual  temper,  moder- \nation, and  urbanity.     The  house  decided  upon  it  in  the  most  solemn \n\n\n262  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nmanner,  and,  althougli  the  gentleman  had  somewhere  obtained  a \nsecond,  the  final  vote  stood,  one  for,  and  one  hundred  and  seventeen \nagainst,  the  proposition  !  The  same  historic  page  that  transmitted  to \nposterity  the  virtue  and  the  glory  of  Henry  the  Great,  of  France,  for \ntheir  admiration  and  example,  has  preserved  the  infamous  name  of  the \nfrantic  assassin  of  that  excellent  monarch  I  \" \n\nIn  the  speech  of  Mr.  Quincy  on  the  proposal  to  revive  and  enforce \nthe  non-intercoui'se  law  against  Great  Britain,  wherein  he  argues  that \nit  is  not  fiscal,  nor  protective  of  manufactures,  nor  competent  to  coerce, \nnor  the  product  of  any  prospective  intelligence,  but  the  result  of \nchaotic  opinions,  he  remarked  that  \"they  who  introduced  it  abjured \nit.  They  who  advocated  it  did  not  wish,  and  scarcely  knew,  its  use. \nAnd  now  that  it  is  said  to  be  extended  over  us,  no  man  in  this  nation, \nwho  A^alucs  his  reputation,  will  take  his  Bible  oath  that  it  is  in  effectual \nand  legal  operation.  There  is  an  old  riddle,  on  a  coflSn,\"  said  Mr. \nQuincy,  \"  which  I  presume  we  all  learnt  when  we  were  boys,  that  is \nas  perfect  a  representation  of  the  origin,  progress,  and  present  state  of \nthis  thing  called  non-intercourse,  as  is  possible  to  be  conceived  : \n\n'  There  was  a  man  bespoke  a  thing. \nWhich,  when  the  maker  home  did  bring, \nThat  same  maker  did  refuse  it, — \nThe  man  that  spoke  for  it  did  not  use  it, — \nAnd  he  who  had  it  did  not  know \nWhether  he  had  it,  yea  or  no.' \n\nTrue  it  is,  that  if  this  non-intercourse  shall  ever  be,  in  reality,  sub- \ntended over  us,  the  similitude  will  fail,  in  a  material  point.  The  poor \ntenant  of  the  coffin  is  ignorant  of  his  state.  But  the  poor  people  of \nthe  United  States  will  be  literally  buried  alive  in  non-intercourse,  and \nrealize  the  grave  closing  on  themselves  and  their  hopes,  with  a  full \nand  cruel  consciousness  of  all  the  horrors  of  their  condition.\" \nOur  rustic  bard,  Dinsmore,  says  : \n\n\"  Non-intercourse  !  the  thing  is  hollow, — \nA  measure  causeless,  vague,  and  shallow  ! \nThe  heads  who  formed  it  sure  were  mellow  !  \" \n\nWe  find  the  following  bold  figure  in  Mr.  Quincy's  speech  on  the \nnecessity  of  repealing  the  embargo  law:  \"An  embargo  liberty  was \nnever  cradled  in  Massachusetts.     Our  liberty  was  not  so  much  a \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY.  263 \n\nmountain,  as  a  sea-nymph.  She  was  free  as  air.  She  could  smm, \nor  she  could  run.  The  ocean  was  her  cradle.  Our  fathers  met  her \nas  she  came,  like  the  goddess  of  beauty,  from  the  waves.  They \ncaught  her  as  she  was  sporting  on  the  beach.  They  courted  her \nwhilst  she  was  spreading  her  nets  upon  the  rocks.  But  an  embargo \nliberty,  a  handcuffed  liberty,  a  liberty  in  fetters,  a  liberty  traversing \nbetween  the  four  sides  of  a  prison,  and  beating  her  head  against  the \nwalls,  is  none  of  our  offspring.  We  abjure  the  monster.  Its  parent- \nage is  all  inland.\" \n\nWhen  the  exciting  question  of  the  admission  of  Louisiana  into  the \nUnion  was  agitated,  Mr.  Quincy  used  strong  language  against  it, \nremarking,  \"I  am  compelled  to  declare  it  as  my  deliberate  opinion, \nthat,  if  this  bill  passes,  the  bonds  of  this  Union  are  virtually  dissolved  ; \nthat  the  States  which  compose  it  are  free  from  their  moral  obligations, \nand  that,  as  it  will  be  the  right  of  all,  so  it  will  be  the  duty  of  some, \nto  prepare  definitely  for  a  separation,  —  amicably  if  they  can,  violently \nif  they,  must.\"  Language  like  this  excited  the  severe  rebuke  of  Mr. \nPoindexter,  of  Mississippi,  who  said  :  \"  Influenced  by  a  desire  to  stamp \non  these  expressions  their  merited  disgrace,  and  to  preserve  dignity  and \ndecorum  in  our  deliberations,  I  feel  it  my  duty  to  call  the  gentleman \nto  order.  These  sacred  walls  ought  not  to  be  polluted  by  direct  invi- \ntations to  rebellion.\"  In  allusion  to  Aaron  Burr,  Mr.  Poindexter \nsaid,  that,  had  he  used  such  expressions,  \"  instead  of  exile,  he  would \nhave  been  consigned  to  a  gibbet ;  and  his  fate  ought  to  be  a  warning \nagainst  treasonable  machinations.\"  Mr.  Quincy  promptly  replied  to \nMr.  Poindexter,  that,  on  the  adoption  of  the  constitution,  it  was  agreed, \nin  the  treaty-making  power,  that  old  States  within  the  ancient  limits \ncould  not  be  sold  from  us;  \"and  I  maintain,\"  said  he,  \"that  by  it \nnew  States,  without  the  ancient  limits,  cannot  be  saddled  upon  us.  It \nwas  agreed  at  that  time  that  the  treaty-making  power  could  not  cut  off \na  hmb.  And  I  maintain  that  neither  has  it  the  competency  to  clap  a \nhump  upon  our  shoulders.\"  In  relation  to  the  moral  and  political  con- \nsequences of  usurping  this  power,  said  Mr.  Quincy,  \"  I  have  said  that \nit  would  be  a  virtual  dissolution  of  the  Union ;  and  gentlemen  express \ngreat  sensibility  at  the  expression.  But  the  true  source  of  terror  is \nnot  the  declaration  I  have  made,  but  the  deed  you  propose.  With \nrespect  to  this  love  of  our  Union,  I  have  no  fear  about  analyzing  its \nnature.  There  is  in  it  nothing  of  mystery.  It  depends  upon  the \nqualities  of  that  Union,  and  it  results  from  its  effects  upon  our  and  our \n\n\n264  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ncountry's  happiness.  It  is  valuable  for  'that  sober  certainty  of \nwakino\"  bliss  '  which  it  enables  us  to  realize.  It  grows  out  of  the \naffections,  and  has  not,  and  cannot  be  made  to  have,  anything  universal \nin  its  nature.  Sir,  I  confess  it,  the  first  public  love  of  my  heart  is \nthe  commonwealth  of  Massachusetts.  There  is  my  fireside,  there  are \nthe  tombs  of  my  ancestors  : \n\n'  Low  lies  that  land,  yet  blest  with  fruitful  stores  ; \nStrong  are  her  sons,  though  rocky  are  her  shores  ; \nAnd  none,  ah  !  none  so  lovely  to  my  sight. \nOf  all  the  lands  which  heaven  o'erspreads  with  light.' \n\n.^  lOvc  of  the  Union  grows  out  of  this  attachment  to  my  native  soil, \nand  is  rooted  in  it.  I  cherish  it  because  it  affords  the  best  external \nhope  of  her  j)eace.  I  oppose  this  bill  from  no  animosity  to  the  people \nof  New  Orleans,  but  from  the  deep  conviction  that  it  contains  a  prin- \nciple incompatible  with  the  liberties  and  safety  of  my  country.  I  have \nno  concealment  of  my  opinion.  The  bill,  if  it  passes,  is  a  death-blow \nto  the  constitution.  It  may  afterwards  linger,  but,  hngcring,  its  fate \nAvill  at  no  very  distant  period  be  consummated.\"' \n\nThe  speech  of  Josiah  Quincy  in  Congress,  January  1,  1811,  on  the \ninfluence  of  place  and  patronage,  was  one  of  his  most  successful  efforts ; \nand  John  (Quincy  Adams  exclaimed,  after  its  delivery,  \"  It  ought  to  be \nhung  up  in  every  office  of  every  office-holder  in  the  Union.\"     We  will \n»cite  two  passages  from  this  efiective,  patriotic  speech : \n,    \"Is  there  on  this  earth  any  collection  of  men,  in  which  exists  a. \nmore  intrinsic,  hearty,  and  desperate  love  of  office  or  place,  particularly \nof  fat  places  .'     Is  there  any  country  more  infested  than  this  with  the \nvermin  that  )n-ced  in  the  corruptions  of  power  7     Is  there  any  in  which \nplace  and  official  emolument  more  certainly  follow  distinguished  ser- \nvility at  elections,  or  base  scurrility  in  the  press  7     And  as  to  eager- \nness for  the  reward,  what  is  the  fact  7     Let.  now,  one  of  your  great \noffice-holders  —  a  collector  of  the  customs,  a  marshal,  a  commissioner \nof  loans,  a  post-master  in  one  of  your  cities,  or  any  officer,  agent,  or \nfactor,  for  your  territories,  or  public  lands,  or  person  holding  a  place \nof  minor  distinction,  but  of  considerable  profit  —  be  called  upon  to  pay \nthe  last  great  debt  of  nature.     The  poor  man  shall  hardly  be  dead, — \nhe  shall  not  be  cold, —  long  before  the  corpse  is  in  the  coffin,  the  mail \nshall  be  crowded  to  repletion  with  letters,  certificates,  recommendations \nand  representations,  and  every  species  of  sturdy,  sycophantic  solicita- \n\n\nJOSIAH    QUINCY.  265 \n\ntion,  by  whicli  obtrusive  mendicity  seeks  charity  or  invites  compassion. \nWliy,  sir,  we  hear  the  clamor  of  the  craving  animals  at  the  treasury- \ntrough  here  in  this  capitol.  Such  running,  such  jostling,  such  wrig- \ngling, such  clambering  over  one  another's  backs,  such  squealing, \nbecause  the  tub  is  so  narrow  and  the  company  so  crowded  !  No,  sir  ; \nlet  us  not  talk  of  stoical  apathy  towards  the  things  of  the  national \ntreasury,  either  in  this  people,  or  in  the  representatives,  or  senators.\" \n\nMr.  Quincy,  in  this  speech,  uttered  a  prediction  which  should  be \nrevived  previous  to  every  presidential  election.  \"  Without  meaning, \nin  this  place,\"  says  he,  \"  to  cast  any  particular  reflections  upon  this, \nor  upon  any  other  executive,  this  I  will  say,  that  if  no  additional \nguards  are  provided,  and  now,  after  the  spirit  of  party  has  brought \ninto  so  full  activity  the  spirit  of  patronage,  there  never  will  be  a  pres- \nident of  these  United  States,  elected  by  means  now  in  use,  who,  if  he \ndeals  honestly  with  himself,  will  not  be  able,  on  quitting,  to  address \nhis  presidential  chair  as  John  Falstaff  addressed  Prince  Hal :  '  Before  I \nknew  thee  I  knew  nothing,  and  now  I  am  but  little  better  than  one  of \nthe  wicked.'  The  possession  of  that  station,  under  the  reign  of  party, \nwill  make  a  man  so  acquainted  with  the  corrupt  principles  of  human \nconduct, —  he  will  behold  our  nature  in  so  hungry  and  shivering  and \ncraving  a  state,  and  be  compelled  so  constantly  to  observe  the  solid \nrewards  daily  demanded  by  way  of  compensation  for  outrageous  patri- \notism,—  that,  if  he  escape  out  of  that  atmosphere  without  partaking \nof  its  corruption,  he  must  be  below  or  above  the  ordinary  condition \nof  mortal  nature.  Is  it  possible,  sir,  that  he  should  remain  altogether \nuninfected  I \" \n\nMr.  Quincy  was  an  ardent  opponent  of  the  embargo,  and  the  war \nwith  Great  Britain ;  and,  in  his  oration  for  the  Washington  Benevolent \nSociety,  April  30,  1813, —  an  institution  consisting  of  the  Federal \nparty, —  he  impugns  the  motives  of  our  national  rulers.  \"  The  prin- \nciple of  Washington,  which  lay  at  the  foundation  of  his  glory,\"  says \nQuincy,  \"  and  was  the  basis  of  the  blessing  of  his  day,  was  to  introduce \nvirtue  and  talent  into  the  conduct  of  public  affiiirs.  The  principle  of \nour  present  rulers  is  to  introduce  tools  and  instruments.  With  these \nmen,  the  great  requisite  is  political  subserviency.  This  single  feature  is, \nalone,  sufficient  to  account  for  the  whole  difference  of  our  political  con- \ndition. For  the  particular  in  which  that  difference  consists  is,  in  fact, \nthe  corner-stone  of  the  republican  system  of  government.  The  theory \nof  which  rests  upon  this  basis,  that,  in  its  result,  the  virtue  and  talents \n23 \n\n\n266  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  a  country  shall  preside  over  its  destinies.  Whenever  this  fail,  and \nattachment  to  a  party,  or  fidelity  to  a  chief,  or  subserviency  to  a \ncabal. —  whenever,  as  was  distinctly  avowed  in  the  outset  of  the  power \nof  these  men,  other  considerations  than  *  honesty,  capacity,  and  fidehty \nto  the  constitution,'  become  the  criterions  of  office  and  appointment, — \nthe  moral  basis  of  the  republic  is  gone.  Its  form  may,  indeed,  remain  ; \nbut  its  vital  spirit  has  fled.  The  stream  of  corruption,  when  once  it \nbegins  to  flow,  in  a  free  country,  never  retreats  to  its  fountain,  nor \ndocs  the  spring  which  feeds  it  ever  become  dry.  At  first,  it  winds  its \nway  in  secrecy  and  silence,  attracting  to  its  current  only  what  is  light \nand  hollow,  and  rotten  and  feculent ;  but  soon,  gathering  boldness  in \nits  course,  it  advances  with  an  irresistible  torrent,  and  sweeps  away \nevery  honor  of  the  field,  and  every  mound  of  safety. \n\n\"  Whenever  the  rulers  of  a  nation  become  the  mere  heads  of  a  party, \nthe  last  and  least  consideration  with  them  is  the  good  of  the  people. \nHow  to  secure  their  power, —  how  to  manage  the  elections, —  who  is \nthe  fittest  tool, —  who  will  run  the  fastest,  go  the  farthest,  and  hold  out \nthe  longest  for  the  least  wages  of  corruption, —  are  the  only  inquiries. \nTo  give  muscle  and  durability  to  their  influence  is  the  single  end  of \ntheir  political  system.  For  this,  British  antipathies  are  stimulated. \nFor  this,  British  injuries  are  magnified.  For  this.  French  affections \nare  cultivated,  and  French  insults  and  injuries  palliated  or  concealed. \nFor  this,  we  had  restriction.  For  this,  embargo.  For  this,  we  have \nwar.  For  this,  war  shall  be  continued.  And  if  peace  come,  for  this \npeace  shall  be  concluded.  For  unprincipled  ambition,  in  power,  effects \nnot  even  public  good,  except  from  corrupt  motives.\" \n\nMr.  Quincy  was  elected  to  the  State  Senate,  June,  1813,  when  a \nproposition  was  made  for  the  adoption  of  resolutions  expressive  of  their \nsense  of  the  gallantry  and  good  conduct  of  Capt.  James  Lawrence,  of \nthe  U.  S.  sloop-of-war  Hornet,  and  the  officers  and  crew  of  that  ship, \nin  the  destruction  of  the  British  ship-of-war  Peacock,  the  preamble \nand  resolve  of  which  were  proposed  by  Hon.  Josiah  Quincy.  As  this \nresolve  is  a  political  curiosity,  expressive  of  the  sentiment  of  the  Legis- \nlature, and  the  decided  opposition  of  the  author  to  the  existing  war,  we \nwill  quote  the  document  almost  entire  : \n\n\"  Wltei'eas,  It  has  been  found  that  former  resolutions  of  this  kind, \npassed  on  similar  occasions,  relative  to  other  officers  engaged  in  similar \nservice,  have  given  great  discontent  to  many  of  the  good  people  of  this \ncommonwealth,  it  being  considered  by  them  as  an  encouragement  and \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCT.  267 \n\nexcitement  to  the  countenance  of  the  present  unjust,  unnecessary,  and \niniquitous  war  ;  and,  on  this  account,  the  Senate  of  Massachusetts  have \ndeemed  it  their  duty  to  refrain  from  acting  on  the  said  proposition. \nAnd  whereas,  this  determination  of  the  Senate  may,  without  explana- \ntion, be  misconstrued  into  an  intentional  slight  of  Capt.  Lawrence,  and \na  denial  of  his  particular  merits,  the  Senate  therefore  deem  it  their \nduty  to  declare  that  they  have  a  high  sense  of  the  naval  skill  and  mil- \nitary and  civil  virtues  of  Capt.  James  Lawrence ;  and  they  have  been \nwithheld  from  acting  on  said  proposition  solely  from  considerations \nrelative  to  the  nature  and  principle  of  the  present  war :  and,  to  the  end \nthat  all  misapprehension  on  this  subject  may  be  obviated,  Resolved, \nas  the  sense  of  the  Senate  of  Massachusetts,  that,  in  a  war  like  the \npresent,  waged  without  justifiable  cause,  and  prosecuted  in  a  manner \nwhich  indicates  that  conquest  and  ambition  are  its  real  motives,  it  is  not \nbecoming  a  moral  and  religious  people  to  express  any  approbation  of \nmilitary  or  naval  exploits  which  are  not  immediately  connected  with \nthe  defence  of  our  sea-coast  and  soil.\"  On  Feb.  10, 1814,  Mr.  Holmes \nmoved  that  this  resolution  be  erased  from  the  journal  of  the  Senate ; \non  which  it  was  decided  in  the  negative,  by  twenty-one  nays  to  eight \nyeas.  In  the  administration  of  Gov.  Eustis,  on  the  motion  of  Hon. \nSeth  Sprague,  Jan.  23, 1824,  it  was  voted  that  the  preamble  and  reso- \nhition  be  expunged,  as  it  was  predicated  upon  an  erroneous  estimate \nof  the  nature  and  character  of  the  late  war,  and  involves  and  asserts \nprinciples  unsound  in  policy,  and  dangerous  and  alarming  in  tendency. \nIt  is  related  in  Russell's  Centinel,  that  on  Jan.  26,  1814,  after  a \nspeech  from  Hon.  John  Holmes,  warmly  advocating  the  war  with  Great \nBritain,  which  closed  at  seven  o'clock  in  the  evening,  the  Hon.  Mr. \nQuincy  rose  and  entered  on  a  full  exposition  of  the  measures  of  Mas- \nsachusetts on  the  subject ;  but,  after  having  spoken  about  forty  min- \nutes, in  a  room  crowded  to  overflowing,  and  in  a  hot  and  close  air,  he \nfound  his  strength  fail  him,  and,  fainting,  he  fell  in  his  chair.  The \nSenate  immediately  voted  to  adjourn  ;  the  windows  were  thrown  open, \nand  in  a  short  time  he  was  recovered.  The  Chronicle  relates  of  this \nincident  that  Mr.  Quincy  drank  \"two  tumblers  of  cold  w'ater  in  about \nthirty  minutes,  to  extinguish  the  volcano  within  his  bosom ;  and  yet. \nwith  all  this  salutary  cooling  application,  he  was  so  far  burnt  up  with \nardent  passion,  that  he  cried  out, '  I  am  gone,'  and  fell  immediately  back- \nwards into  his  chair.  But  if  this  was  a  faint  attempt  to  imitate  the  Earl \nof  Chatham,  it  was  a  poor  description  of  that  sublime  scene.     The  Earl \n\n\n268  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nof  Chatham  really  expired  ;  but  Josiah  Quincy,  on  the  next  day,  was \nmore  alert  than  ever.\"  And  Forsyth,  of  Georgia,  said  on  the  floor  of \nCongress,  in  allusion  to  this  incident,  ascribed  to  severe  illness,  that  he \nwho  cowers  under  the  falcon  eye  of  an  indignant  adversary  will  not \ncourt  the  fiery  glance  of  angry  steel. \n\nThis  war  with  Great  Britain  prompted  the  philanthropic  Noah \nWorcester  to  originate  the  Massachusetts  Peace  Society,  in  1815,  and \nMr.  Quincy  was  one  of  its  earliest  members.  In  1820  Mr.  Quincy  deliv- \nered an  address  for  the  society,  in  which  he  said  that  war  establish- \nments are  everywhere  scions  of  despotism,  which,  when  engrafted  on \nrepublics,  always  begin  by  determining  the  best  sap  to  their  own \nbranch,  and  never  fail  to  finish  by  withering  every  branch  excepting \ntheir  own.  Peace  societies  are  the  moral  armories  destined  to  break  in \npieces  the  sword,  the  spear  and  the  battle-axe,  in  like  manner  as  the \nrays  of  light  and  of  truth,  concentrated  by  the  magic  mirror  of  Cer- \nvantes, melted  into  air  and  dissipated  the  dwarfs,  the  knights,  the \ngiants,  the  enchanters  and  battlements,  of  ancient  chivalry. \n\nMr.  Quincy  continued  a  member  of  the  Senate  until  1821,  and  in \nthe  two  successive  years  he  was  elected  to  the  house,  on  the  last  of \nwhich  he  was  chosen  speaker.  He  was  a  delegate  to  the  convention  of \n1820,  on  revising  the  State  constitution.  In  1822  he  was  appointed \njudge  of  the  Municipal  Court,  which  he  resigned  on  his  election  to  the \nmayoralty  of  Boston,  on  the  decease  of  Hon.  John  Phillips,  the  first \nincumbent  of  that  station. \n\nAt  one  of  the  political  meetings  subsequent  to  the  contest  between \nMr.  Otis  and  his  quondam  friend  and  rival,  Josiah  Quincy,  who  was \nviewed  as  the  most  efficient  man  to  effect  the  great  projects  in  founding \nthe  city,  the  latter  took  occasion  to  account  for  his  success  over  his \nbrilliant  competitor,  on  the  decease  of  Phillips,  by  remarking  that  the \nresult  was,  after  all,  an  indirect  compliment  to  the  superior  genius  of \nMr.  Otis,  inasmuch  as  it  demonstrated  the  conviction,  on  the  part  of \ntheir  mutual  constituents,  that  to  degrade  Mr.  Otis  by  such  a  compar- \natively subordinate  office  Avould  be  like  making  a  common  drag-chain \nof  a  diamond  necklace. \n\nMayor  Quincy  was  a  more  vigorous  and  energetic  director  of  the \nmunicipal  interests  of  his  native  city  than  any  of  his  successors,  and \neffected  most  for  its  advancement  and  elegance.  The  establishment  of \nthe  House  of  Industry,  the  House  of  Reformation  for  Juvenile  Offend- \ners, the  new  avenue  to  the  north  part  of  the  city  by  Commercial- \n\n\nJOSIAH   QiriNCT.  269 \n\nstreet,  and  the  Quincy  Market-house,  standing  between  two  very \nbroad  streets,  are  alone  monuments  of  his  taste  and  enterprise.  He \ntransformed,  as  it  were  by  enchantment,  the  antiquated  town  of  Boston \ninto  the  most  elegant  city  of  the  United  States.  At  daylight,  Mayor \nQuincy  mounted  his  horse,  and  traversed  the  streets  and  lanes  of  the \ncity,  reforming  abuses,  devising  improvements,  and  performing  the \nduties  of  a  vigilant  police-officer.  He  was  founder  of  the  noble  fire \ndepartment,  in  1827.  Our  city  exhibits  traces  of  his  efficiency  never \nto  be  obliterated. \n\nWe  cannot  resist  here  introducing  an  effective  allusion  to  the  Quincy \nMarket-house.  At  the  annual  festival  for  the  puljlic  schools  of  Bos- \nton, in  Faneuil  Hall,  August  1826,  and  on  the  completion  of  the \ngranite  market-house,  the  Hon.  Judge  Story,  being  present,  volunteered \nthe  sentiment  herewith  :  \"  May  the  fame  of  our  honored  mayor  prove \nas  durable  as  the  material  of  which  the  beautiful  market-house  is  con- \nstructed.\" On  which,  quick  as  light.  Mayor  Quincy  responded  as  fol- \nlows :  \"  That  stupendous  monument  of  the  wisdom  of  our  forefathers, \nthe  Supreme  Court  of  the  United  States :  In  the  event  of  a  vacancy, \nmay  it  be  raised  one  Story  higher:  \"  which  Avas  received  with  raptur- \nous applause.  At  the  public  dinner  of  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society, \nafter  the  institution  of  the  Story  Association,  Mr.  Quincy  gave  this \nsentiment :  \"  The  Members  of  the  Bar :  Let  them  rise  as  higli  as  they \nmay,  they  can  never  rise  higher  than  one  Story.\"'  AYe  will  relate  an \n-incident  to  illustrate  the  opinion  of  Mr.  Otis,  his  successor,  in  regard  to \nhis  character  for  energy  of  action.  On  the  occasion  when  Mayor  Otis \nwas  inspecting  the  excavation  of  earth,  '-where  the  gravestone  of  Wil- \nliam Paddy  and  human  bones  were  discovered,\"  Mr.  Quincy.  Avho  was \npresent,  remarked  to  Mr.  Otis  that,  in  the  Avhole  of  his  administration, \nhe  had  never  been  accused  of  disturbing  the  bones  of  his  ancestoi's. \nOn  this,  Mr.  Otis  archly  replied,  \"Why,  Mr.  Quincy,  I  always  sup- \nposed you  never  made  any  bones  of  doing  anything.\" \n\nDuring  the  early  period  of  the  mayoralty  of  Mr.  Quincy,  in  conse- \nquence of  the  destructive  fire  in  Central  and  Kilby  streets,  which \noccurred  April  8,  1825,  when  fifty  Avarehouses  of  our  merchants  were \ndestroyed,  it  was  resolved  by  the  city  authorities,  on  the  12th  of  that \ndate,  to  effect  the  construction  of  reservoirs  for  protection  from  fire ; \nand,  on  the  second  of  May  following,  a  joint  committee  on  this  subject, \nof  which  Mayor  Quincy  Avas  chairman,  recommended  also  the  estab- \nlishment of  a  new  fire  department,  which  Avas  organized  June  18th  of \n23* \n\n\n270  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthat  year.     On  this  committee  was  John  Parker  Rice,  Esq.,  a  native \nof  Princeton,  Mass.,  a  resident  of  Boston  since  1818,  and  a  member \nof  the  Common  Council  from  ward  No.  10,  who  proposed  to  the  com- \nmittee the  consideration  of  the  subject  of  obtaining  a  supply  of  pure, \nsoft  water,  for  domestic  purposes,  as  well  as  for  security  against  fire,  at \nthe  expense  and  under  the  control  of  the  city.     Mr.  Quincy  promptly \nexpressed  the  opinion  that  the  Mayor  and  Aldermen  could  not  bring  the \nsubject  before  the  public,  if  they  Avished  to  retain  their  official  stations, \nor  their  due  influence.     \"But,\"  he  added,  \"if  you  gentlemen  of  the \nCommon  Council  will  take  the  responsibility  of  bringing  forward  the \nsubject,  it  shall  receive  due  attention.\"     On  the  16th  of  May,  Mr. \nRice  introduced  the  following  order  to  the  notice  of  the  Council,  which \nwas  accepted  :   \"  Ordered,  that  the  committee  on  the  subject  of  protect- \ning the  city  against  fire  be  instructed  to  inquire  into  the  practicability, \nexpense  and  expediency,  of  supplying  the  city  with  good,  wholesome, \nsoft  water,  both  for  the  general  use  of  the  inhabitants,  and  for  the  pur- \npose of  extinguishing  fire.\"     It  is  not  named  on  the  original  record \nAvho  presented  this  order ;  but  the  Boston  Daily  Advertiser  of  that  date \nstates  that  it  was  adopted  on  the  motion  of  John  P.  Rice,  who  confirms \nthe  fact  also  himself,  and  further  states  that  the  report  of  the  commit- \ntee on  the  subject  of  protecting  the  city  against  fire  was  made  and \naccepted  at  this  meeting ;  and  their  duties  having  thus  been  brought \nto  a  close,  a  new  committee  was  appointed  on  the  subject  of  introducing \nwater,  and  the  order  was  made  to  conform  accordingly.     Moreover,  it  Avas \nthe  opinion  of  Mr.  Rice  that  Spot  Pond  was  a  source  that  could  be  ren- \ndered and  kept  more  pure,  under  the  control  of  the  city  authorities, \nthan  any  other  source.     At  a  meeting  of  the  Council,  on  June  0th  fol- \nlowing, it  was  resolved,  on  the  report  of  this  committee  on  the  subject, \nthat  •'tlic  Mayor  and  Aldermen  be  empowered  to  cause  a  survey  of \nsuitable  points  for  this  object.\"     In  the  mean  time,  Mr.  Quincy  had \ndecided   to  forward  the  enterprise;    and  Mr.  Daniel  Treadwell  Avas \nappointed  to  make  a  survey,  Avho  reported  to  the  city  Council,  Nov. \n14, 1825,  his  opinion  in  favor  of  Spot  Pond,  in  Stoneham.     Mr.  Quincy \ndecidedly  advocated  the  project  in  his  inaugural  address,  Jan.  2,  1826, \narguing  the  necessity  of  \"a  sufficient  and  never-failing  supply  for  our \ncity  of  pure .  river  or  pond  Avater,  Avhich  shall  be  adequate  for  all  pur- \nposes of  protection  against  fire,  and  for  all  culinary  and  other  domestic \npurposes,  and  capable  of  being  introduced  into  every  house  in  the  city. \nI  deem  it  my  duty  to  state,  imequivocally,  that  the  object  ought  never \n\n\nJOSIAH    QUINCY.  271 \n\nto  be  lost  sight  of  by  the  city  Council,  until  effected  upon  a  scale  pro- \nportionate to  its  convenience  and  our  urgent  necessities.  If  there  be \nany  privilege  which  a  city  ought  to  reserve  exclusively  in  its  own  hands, \nand  under  its  own  control,  it  is  that  of  supplying  itself  with  water.\" \nDuring  a  period  of  twenty  years  this  vastly  important  enterprise  wag \na  subject  of  warm  controversy,  until  the  breaking  up  of  the  earth,  by \nthe  hands  of  John  Quincy  Adams  and  Josiah  Quincy,  Jr.,  on  the* \nembankments  of  Lake  Cochituate,  Aug.  20,  1846. \n\nMr.  Quincy  was  succeeded  by  Mr.  Otis  to  the  mayoralty  of  hii*; \nnative  city,  in  the  year  1829  ;  and  President  Kirkland  having  resigned \nhis  station  as  the  head  of  Harvard  University  in  the  year  previous. \nMr.  Quincy  was  elected  by  the  corporation  to  the  presidency,  Jan. \n15,  1829.  The  intellectual  capacities,  energetic  manners,  and  espec- \nially the  financial  penetration,  of  Mr.  Quincy,  induced  such  men  as \nBowditch,  Story  and  Jackson,  to  single  him  as  the  individual  peculiarly \nqualified  to  improve  the  fiscal  concerns  and  control  the  insubordinate \nspirit  of  the  students.  The  inauguration  occurred  June  2, 1829 ;  and, \nafter  the  seal  of  the  university  and  other  badges  of  office  were  extended \nto  the  president  elect,  by  Gov.  Lincoln,  Mr.  Quincy  responded  in  Latin, \nwhen  he  made  a  happy  allusion  to  the  fact  of  his  being  unexpectedly \ncalled,  from  the  dust  and  clamor  of  the  capital,  to  preside  over  our  great \nhterary  institution,  which  elicited  a  prompt  expression  of  applause  from \nthe  audience.  The  president  then  took  his  seat  in  the  pulpit,  and \nassumed  the  academic  cap,  on  which  occasion  the  old  house  rang  again \nwith  applause.  He  delivered  an  inaugural  discourse  on  the  occasion,  in \nwhich  he  urged  the  expediency  of  concentrating  public  patronage  to \none  great  university,  in  preference  to  wasting  away  the  resources  of  the \nState  upon  small  institutions,  where  its  benefits  would  not  be  generally \nfelt.  An  apt  volunteer  sentiment  for  this  university  was  given  at  the \ndinner,  which  was— \"May  it  unite  the  beauty,  strength  and  dura- \nbility, of  Quincy  granite.\"  The  same  decision  of  cliaracter,  so \nstrongly  marked  in  his  city  administration,  forthwith  operated  to  the \nbenefit  of  this  ancient  seat  of  learning,  which,  from  being  heavily  encum- \nbered with  debt,  emerged  into  the  light  of  pecuniary  independence ; \nand  he  has  done  more  to  improve  and  beautify  the  premises  of  venera^ \nble  Harvard  than  any  of  his  predecessors.  He  once  said  of  the  uni- \nversity, \"May  it,  like  the  royal  mail  packets,  distribute  good  letters \nover  our  land.\" \n\nWe  cannot  forbear  introducing  an  incident  illustrative  of  Mr.  Quin- \n\n\n272  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncy's  happy  presence  of  mind.  We  find  it  in  a  letter  of  William  Wirt, \naddressed  to  William  Pope,  Aug.  29.  1829,  in  which  he  relates  of \nPresident  Quincj:  \"  He  happened,  when  I  made  him  a  visit,  to  ask \nme  in  what  college  I  had  graduated.  I  was  obliged  to  admit  that  I \nhad  never  been  a  student  at  any  college.  A  shade  of  embarrassment, \nscarcely  perceptible,  just  flitted  across  his  countenance ;  but  he  recov- \nered in  an  instant,  and  added,  most  gracefully,  \"Upon  my  word,  you \nfurnish  a  very  strong  argument  against  the  utility  of  a  college  educa- \ntion.\" \n\nMr.  Quincy  had  but  just  entered  on  his  new  sphere  of  usefulness, \nwhen  he  was  called  to  prepare  an  address  on  the  celebration  of  the  close \nof  the  second  century  from  the  settlement  of  his  native  city,  in  the  last \nsentence  of  which  he  says  :  \"In  all  times  to  come,  as  in  all  times  past, \nmay  Boston  be  among  the  foremost  and  the  boldest  to  exemplify  and \nuphold  whatever  constitutes  the  prosperity,  the  happiness,  and  the  glory, \nof  New  England.\"  At  the  festival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  Sept.  17,  1830,  on \nthis  occasion,  the  following  sentiment  was  advanced  by  William  Hayden : \n\"  The  Peninsula  of  Shawmut :  Bought  by  Edmund  Quincy,  for  the \nbenefit  of  our  ancestors.  The  City  of  Boston  :  Improved  and  embel- \nlished by  Josiah  Quincy,  for  our  benefit.\" \n\nAt  the  centennial  celebration  of  Harvard  College,  September,  1836, \nthe  Rev.  Dr.  Palfrey  read  a  passage  from  the  vaW  of  the  father  of \nPresident  Quincy,  by  which  he  bequeathed  two  thousand  pounds \nsterling  to  the  college,  in  case  his  son  should  die  a  minor.  After  com- \nputing the  relative  value  of  money  at  the  date  of  the  will,  and  its  value \nat  the  present  day,  Dr.  Palfrey  estimated  the  conditional  bequest  to  be \nequal  to  ten  thousand  dollars,  and  forthwith  proposed  this  toast :  \"Har- \nvard College  :  A  strangely  fortunate  yet  disappointed  legatee,  who,  in \nlosing  ten  thousand  dollars,  gained  a  president.\"  On  this  occasion, \nEdward  Everett,  in  allusion  to  a  remark  of  President  Quincy, \nannounced  the  sentiment,  that  \"his  fame  shall  not  be  left  to  a  dog- \ngerel dirge  and  a  Latin  epitaph ;  we  pronounce  him,  while  he  lives,  in \nour  mother  tongue,  the  ornament  of  the  forum,  the  senate,  and  the \nacademy.\" \n\nPresident  Quincy  was  remarkable  for  ready  wit  on  public  festive \noccasions,  one  of  the  finest  specimens  of  which  appears  in  his  speech \nat  the  dinner  to  Charles  Dickens,  the  famous  author  of  the  Pickwick \nClub,  at  the  Tremont  House,  in  Boston,  Feb.  2,  1842.  When  Judge \nLoring'  introduced  a  happy  compliment  to  Mr.  Quincy,  in  an  allusion \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY.  273 \n\nto  Harvard  College  at  the  close  of  an  effective  speech, —  that  there  is \none  lesson  of  hers  that  we  have  learned  by  heart,  and  would  repeat \nnow  when  we  meet  her  at  our  own  festival;  it  is,  \"To  give  honor  to \nthose  who  in  their  high  office  do  honor  to  her,\" — President  Quincy, \namid  enthusiastic  greetings,  immediately  replied  :  \"  It  is  n't  quite  fair, \ngentlemen ;  it  is  n't  quite  fair.  When  I  received  your  invitation,  I  had \ngreat  doubts  on  the  subject  of  accepting  it ;  for  I  saw  very  plainly  that \nif  I  did,  by  some  hook  or  crook,  I  should  be  set  up  for  a  speech  ;  and  I \nfelt  like  giving  myself  the  same  advice  that  Swift  gave  to  the  man. \nSaid  the  man,  'I  have  set  up  for  a  wit.'  'Well,' replied  Swift,  'I \nwould  now  advise  you  to  sit  down.'  But  I  thought  that  I  had  laid  an \nanchor  to  the  windward ;  that  I  was  not  to  be  assailed  by  toast  or \nsentiment,  and  that  no  machinery  of  any  kind  would  be  set  to  work \nhere  to  rasp  speeches  out  of  dry  and  reluctant  natures.  But,  gentle- \nmen, I  belong  to  a  past  age,  and  you  should  no  more  expect  a  man  of \nthree-score  and  ten  to  make  an  after-dinner  speech  than  to  dance  a \nhornpipe.  Nature  is  against  you ;  for,  to  make  a  good  after-dinner \nspeech,  many  things  are  required  which  an  old  man  has  not.  Such  a \nspeech  should  be  witty  as  well  as  wise ;  and,  with  an  abundance  of \nimagination,  it  should  have  a  sprinkling  of  salt  —  the  pure  Attic.  It \nshould  be  strewn  with  roses,  such  as  are  grown  on  the  sides  of  Parnas- \nsus. There  should  be  alternate  layers  of  the  utile  and  the  didce,  and \non  the  top  of  all  these  should  be  a  layer  of  sugared  sentiment.  Gen- \ntlemen, it  is  impossible  that  an  old  man  can  compound  anything  like \nthis,  for  he  is  deficient  in  the  two  great  requisites,  memory  and  fancy. \nTo  an  old  man,  memory  is  an  arrant  jade,  and  she  is  no  way  delicate \nin  letting  him  know  that,  like  the  rest  of  her  sex,  she  gives  young  men \nthe  preference.  An  old  man's  fancy  will  neither  run  nor  walk ;  and \nstill  less  can  it  fly,  for  there  is  not  a  pin-feather  in  its  wings.  Besides, \ngentlemen,  it  is  a  universal  rule,  that  when  a  son  has  set  up  for  himself \nin  the  world,  and  is  doing  a  pretty  good  business,  it  is  time  for  the \nfather  to  retire,  lest  his  presence  may  give  rise  to  unpleasant  compari- \nsons. For  to  say  that  the  young  man  beats  the  old  man,  would  be \ncruel ;  and  to  say,  as  in  this  case  I  fear  it  cannot  be  said,  the  old  man \nbeats  the  young  man,  would  be  anything  but  complimentary.\"  After \na  round  of  witty  remarks.  President  Quincy  said,  \"I  will  detain  you \nno  longer,  but  conclude  by  giving  you  a  toast,  if  my  treacherous  mem- \nory will  so  far  serve  me.     I  will  give  you,  Genius  —  in ' '     Here, \n\nhowever,  the  venerable  president's  memory  did  desert  him ;  and,  after \n\n\n274  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\na  brief  interval  spent  in  vain  attempts  to  summon  her  tp  his  aid,  he \nlooked  pleasantly  round,  and  said:  ''Gentlemen,  a  good  memory  is  a \ngreat  thing,  and  I  will  give  you  all  a  piece  of  advice,  Avhich  it  may  be \nuseful  to  you  to  remember  :  when  you  are  not  certain  that  you  can \nkeep  a  thing  in  your  memory,  be  sure  to  keep  it  in  your  pocket.\"'  He \nthen,  enforcing  his  precept  by  example,  drew  from  his  own  pocket  a \nscrap  of  paper,  and  read  :  \"Genius,  in  its  legitimate  use,  uniting  wit \nAvith  purity ;  instructing  the  high  in  their  duties  to  the  low  ;  and,  by \nimproving  the  morals,  elevating  the  social  condition  of  man.\"  During \nthe  delivery  of  his  speech,  Mr.  Quincy  was  frequently  interrupted  with \nbursts  of  applause  and  hearty  peals  of  laughter  ;  and  the  happy  sally \nAvith  which  he  got  over  his  concluding  difiBculty  set  the  company  in  a \nroar,  which  continued  until  the  president  of  the  company,  Josiah \nQuincy,  Jr.,  arose  and  said  that  as  the  president  of  Harvard  Univer- \nsity had  introduced  to  them  Samuel  Weller,  he  would  take  the  liberty \nto  read  to  them  one  of  the  sayings  of  that  distinguished  personage : \n\n\"If  ever  I  wanted  anything  of  my  father,\"  said  Sam,  \"  I  always \nasked  for  it  in  a  werry  'spectful  and  obliging  manner.  If  he  did  n't  give \nit  me,  I  took  it,  for  fear  I  should  be  led  to  do  anything  wrong,  through \nnot  having  it.\"  President  Quincy  had  felt  an  intense  desire  to  know \nwhether  the  present  company  was  to  be  composed  of  any  but  young \nmen,  and  said,  by  way  of  illustration  :  \"I  felt,  in  regard  to  the  com- \nposition of  this  meeting,  much  as  Sam  Weller  did.  You  have  all  heard \nof  Sam  Weller,  gentlemen,  when  he  was  invited  to  dine  upon  veal-pie : \n*  A  weal-pie  is  a  werry  nice  thing  —  Averry  nice  ;  but  I  should  like  to \nknow  beforehand  hoAV  it  is  composed,  and  whether  there  is  anything \nthere  besides  kittens.''  \"  This  Avas  the  point  to  Avhich  the  president  of \nthe  meeting  alluded. \n\nAmid  the  arduous  duties  necessarily  involved  in  the  administration \nof  the  university,  Mr.  Quincy  prepared  an  extensive  history  of  this \nancient  seat  of  learning,  in  two  volumes,  published  in  the  year  1840, \nAvith  engravings.  This  Avork,  though  deeply  lined  Avith  personal  and \nsectarian  prejudice,  exhibits  profound  research,  and  furnishes  valuable \nmaterials  for  a  candid  and  impartial  history.  It  should  be  specially \nnoticed  that  Quincy  lashes  the  Mathers  Avith  a  caustic  severity  unAvor- \nthy  of  this  golden  age  of  toleration.  Moreover,  is  there  not  a  shade \nof  injustice  to  the  memory  of  our  time-honored  Hancock?  The \nmemoir  of  Josiah  Quincy,  Jr.,  by  his  son,  one  of  the  most  valuable \nworks  of  the  sort,  representing  his  revered  image  in  the  best  expres- \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY.  275 \n\nBions,  should  be  printed  in  a  popular  form.  His  History  of  the  Boston \nAthenaeum,  with  the  Biography  of  its  Founders,  is  another  production \nof  his  last  days,  evincing  the  research  of  an  antiquarian,  and  the  pol- \nish of  a  scholar.  He  prepared  also  the  Memoirs  of  Maj.  Samuel  Shaw, \nand  the  Memoir  of  James  Grahame,  productions  of  historical  value. \n\nPresident  Quincy,  on  the  inauguration  of  Edward  Everett  as  suc- \ncessor to  the  presidency  of  Harvard  University,  April  30,  1846,  in \nexpressing  his  grateful  sense  to  the  corporation  and  the  faculty,  for \ntheir  friendly  concurrence  in  his  measures,  remarked,  they  had  received \nhim  covered  with  the  dust  from  the  streets  of  Boston,  in  Avhich  he  had \nbeen  sent  to  work,  as  if  it  had  been  gathered  on  the  top  of  Hel- \nicon, or  in  the  walks  of  Plato's  academy.  He  stated  that  seventeen \nyears  ago  he  proposed  Mr.  Everett  for  the  presidency,  to  the  eminent \nBowditch,  who  replied.  \"  That  may  do  in  twenty  years  hence,  but  it  will \nnot  do  now.\"  \"Why  not?\"  said  Quincy.  \"The  eagle  must  have \nits  flight,\"  said  Bowditch.  And  so  Mr.  Quincy  was  called  to  the  sta- \ntion, who  was  as  much  surprised  by  it,  to  use  his  own  words,  \"as  if \nhe  had  received  a  call  to  the  pastoral  charge  of  the  Old  South  Church,\" \nwhere  he  was  baptized. \n\nThe  greatest  achievement  probably  ever  effected  by  Mr.  Quincy  con- \nsists of  the  concise  History  of  Boston  from  its  first  settlement,  in \n1630,  and  more  especially  from  its  incorporation  as  a  city, —  a  labor \nwhich  has  absorbed  many  of  the  best  days  of  his  hfe,  during  a  period \nof  nearly  twenty  years.  This  valuable  legacy  to  his  native  city  can \nonly  be  measured  in  importance  by  the  inconceivable  advantages  he \nsecured  to  its  citizens  during  his  administration  over  its  destinies.  We \nknow  not  the  man  whose  decision  and  perseverance  could  have  conceived \nand  completed  such  a  noble  memorial  for  posterity  as  our  own  Josiah \nQuincy.  We  know  not  the  writer,  in  the  length  and  breadth  of  this \ncity,  who  has  nerved  himself  to  more  intense  mental  labor  than  the \nvenerated  Josiah  Quincy.  In  his  address,  or  rather  eloquent  appeal, \non  taking  final  leave  of  the  mayoralty,  on  Jan.  3,  1829,  Mr.  Quincy \nimplied  his  intention  to  prepare  a  history  of  the  city;  when  he  remarked \nthat  it  was  his  purpose  in  another  way  and  in  a  more  permanent  form \nto  do  justice  to  those  who  had  favored  his  most  important  measures. \nThis  farewell  exhibit  of  his  six  years'  administration  was  prepared  as  a \nshield  to  ward  off  the  calumnies  of  partisans  who  wished  him  to  retire \nfrom  his  station.  \"  The  public  ofiicer,\"  said  Mr.  Quincy,  \"  who.  from \na  sense  of  public  duty,  dares  to  cross  strong  interests  in  their  way  to \n\n\n276  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ngratification  at  the  public  expense,  always  has  had,  and  ever  will  have, \nmeted  to  him  the  same  measure.  The  beaten  course  is  first  to  slander \nin  order  to  intimidate ;  and  if  that  fail,  to  slander  in  order  to  sacrifice. \nHe  who  loves  his  office  better  than  his  duty  will  yield,  and  be  flattered \nas  long  as  he  is  a  tool.  He  who  loves  his  duty  better  than  his  office \nwill  stand  erect,  and  take  his  fate.\"  Mr.  Quincy  had  been  absorbed  in \na  laborious  fulfilment  of  every  known  duty,  a  prudent  exercise  of  every \ninvested  power,  a  disposition  shrinking  from  no  official  responsibility, \nand  an  absolute  self-devotion  to  the  interest  of  the  city.  This  is  an \neloquent  defence,  comprising  thirty-two  pages  of  argument,  exhibiting \nthe  fact  that  he  retired  from  the  mayoralty  when  the  real  estate  owned \nby  the  city  exceeded  more  than  seven  hundred  thousand  dollars,  and \nthe  debt  of  the  city  was  six  hundred  and  thirty-seven  thousand  dollars ; \nthe  income  and  interest  of  their  real  estate,  including  bonds  and  mort- \ngages, amounting  to  fifty-two  thousand  dollars,  while  the  annual  inter- \nest of  the  debt  was  only  forty-seven  thousand  dollars.  Mayor  Quincy \nfurther  exhibits  what  he  had  effected  for  the  public  health,  the  popular \neducation,  and  advance  in  the  public  morals. \n\nThe  last  political  communication  of  Josiah  Quincy  to  the  people  of \nhis  native  city,  with  the  exception  of  his  successful  remonstrance  to \nproposed  alterations  of  the  city  charter,  was  presented  at  a  meeting \nin  Faneuil  Hall,  October  14,  1850,  on  the  expediency  of  the  fugitive- \nslave  law,  occasioned  by  the  invitation  of  citizens  without  distinction \nof  party,  at  the  head  of  which  was  his  own  name.  Mr.  Quincy \nexpressed  a  hope,  in  his  letter  to  the  meeting,  that  this  assembly  would \nnot  partake  of  a  party  or  political  character,  as  he  had  been  assured \nthat  it  was  the  intention  of  those  interested  in  this  invitation  that  it \nshould  not  be  a  party  movement.  The  meeting  was,  however,  con- \nducted by  advocates  of  the  free-soil  or  abolition  project.  The  Hon. \nCharles  Francis  Adams  was  appointed  the  moderator;  and  it  was \nat  this  meeting  that  the  proposed  resolve  of  Rev.  Nathaniel  Colver \nwas  adopted,  declaring,  emphatically,  \"  Constitution  or  no  constitution, \nlaw  or  no  law.  we  will  not  allow  a  fugitive  slave  to  be  taken  from \nMassachusetts.\"  It  Avas  in  allusion  to  the  policy  of  this  party,  that \nDaniel  Webster  advanced  the  bold  comparison  herewith,  in  his  famous \nspeech  at  Albany.  \"  It  was  in  Cromwell's  time,\"  remarks  he,  \"  there \nsprung  up  a  race  of  saints,  who  called  themselves  Fifth  Monarchy \nMen.  A  happy,  felicitous,  glorious  people  they  were ;  for  they  had \npractised  so  many  virtues,  they  were  so  enlightened,  so  perfect,  that \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY.  277 \n\nthey  got  to  be,  in  the  language  of  that  daj,  above  ordinances.  That \nis  the  higher  law  of  this  day,  exactly.  It  is  the  old  doctrine  of  the \nFifth  Monarchy  Men  of  Cromwell's  time  revived.  They  were  above \nordinances, —  walked  about  like  the  man  in  the  play,  prim  and  spruce, \nself-satisfied,  thankful  to  God  that  they  were  not  as  other  men,  but \nhad  attained  so  for  to  salvation  as  to  be  above  ordinances.\"  We  are \nof  opinion  that  this  figure  is  not  too  broad  to  cover  the  shoulders  of \nmany  enthusiasts  of  the  free-soil  party ;  at  the  same  time,  it  is  our \ndecided  belief,  that  Josiah  Quincy,  Charles  Sumner,  and  the  almost \nentire  majority  of  advocates  for  emancipation,  would  repudiate  such  a \ndoctrine.  Indeed,  we  know  that  our  country  never  had  a  more  devoted \nadvocate  of  the  constitution  and  the  laws  than  Josiah  Quincy. \n\nMr.  Quincy's  letter,  dated  Quincy,  Oct.  14,  1850,  contains  an  inter- \nesting pohtical  reminiscence  in  his  own  career,  which  we  will  quote : \n\n\"  I  can  speak  of  this  subject  with  a  somewhat  personal  certainty,  so \nfar  as  respects  the  existence  of  the  feeling  prevalent  on  this  subject \nfifty-six  years  ago.  Sometime  about  the  year  1794,  soon  after  the \nfirst  law  on  this  subject  was  passed,  I  was  sent  for,  as  a  counsellor-at- \nlaw,  to  appear  before  one  of  our  acting  justices  of  the  peace, —  Green- \nleaf, —  to  defend  a  person  then  on  trial,  under  the  charge  of  being  a \nslave,  on  the  claim  of  his  master  for  delivery  to  him.  On  appearino- \nbefore  the  justice,  I  found  the  room  filled  with  a  crowd  of  persons,  not \none  of  whom  I  knew,  but  who  were  attending  the  court  apparently \nfrom  interest  or  curiosity.  Among  them  were  the  constables,  and  the \nagent  of  the  master ;  but  who  the  other  persons  were,  or  what  was \nthe  object  of  their  assembling,  I  was  ignorant.  I  entered,  of  course, \non  my  duties  as  an  advocate  ;  called  for  the  evidence  of  the  agent's \nauthority,  and  denied  the  authority  of  the  law  of  Congress,  and  of  the \nmagistrate  under  it,  to  deliver  an  inhabitant  of  Massachusetts  into  the \ncustody  of  another,  unless  after  trial  by  jury,  according  to  the  consti- \ntution of  the  State.  While  occupied  with  my  argument,  I  was \nsuddenly  interrupted  by  a  loud  noise  behind  me ;  and,  on  turning \nround,  I  found,  to  my  astonishment,  both  the  constable  and  the  agent \non  the  floor,  and  the  alleged  slave  passing  out  of  the  room  between  the \nfiles  of  bystanders,  which  were  opened  to  the  right  and  left  for  his \nescape. \n\n\"About  a  fortnight  elapsed,  when  I  was  called  upon  by  Rufus \nGreene  Amory,  a  lawyer  of  eminence  at  the  Boston  bar  in  that  day, \nwho  showed  me  a  letter  from  a  southern  slave-holder,  directing  him  to \n24 \n\n\n278  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nprosecute  Josiah  Quincy  for  the  penalty  under  the  law  of  1793,  for \nobstructing  the  agent  of  the  claimant  in  obtaining  his  slave  under  the \nprocess  established  by  that  laAV. \n\n\"Mr.  Amory  felt,  not  less  than  myself,  the  folly  of  such  a  pre- \ntence ;  and  I  never  heard  from  him,  or  from  any  one,  anything  more \nupon  the  subject  of  prosecution.  This  fact,  and  the  universal  gratifi- \ncation which  the  result  appeared  to  give  to  the  public,  satisfied  my \nmind,  that,  unless  by  accident,  or  stealth,  or  in  some  very  thin-settled \nparts  of  the  country,  the  law  of  1793  would  forever  be  inoperative,  as \nthe  event  has  proved,  in  Massachusetts.  And  the  same  will,  in  my \nopinion,  be  the  case,  as  I  have  already  said,  with  the  law  of  1850.\" \n\nPresident  Quincy,  having  represented  Suffolk  eight  years  in  the \nnational  Congress,  his  native  city  in  the  State  Legislature  eight  years, \nthe  mayoralty  for  a  period  of  six  years,  and  the  presidency  of  Harvard \nUniversity  during  sixteen  years,  has  retired  to  his  residence  on  the \nlocation  of  Beacon  Hill,  now  levelled  and  overspread  by  elegant  dwell- \nings and  the  granite  Cochituate  reservoir ;  the  spot  from  the  summit \nof  which  was  a  striking  view  of  Bunker  Hill,  thus  famed  by  Mrs. \nMorton  : \n\n\"  Witness  yon  tract,  where  first  the  Briton  bled  ! \nDriven  by  our  youth,  redoubted  Percy  fled. \nThere  Breed  ascends,  and  Bunker's  bleeding  steeps. \nStill  o'er  whose  brow  abortive  victory  weeps.\" \n\n\nJOHN   LOWELL. \n\nJULY  4,  1799.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"A  FREE  government,\"  says  our  orator,  \"is  the  very  hot-bed  of \nambition.  Ambition  is  an  indigenous  plant  in  democracies,  which  pro- \nduces and  scatters  its  seeds  like  the  balsamine,  and  propagates  with \nindescribable  rapidity.  In  such  governments,  therefore,  there  is \nalways  a  plentiful  crop  of  candidates  for  promotion, —  of  proud  and \nhaughty  claimants,  as  well  as  servile  beggars,  of  popular  favor.  These \ngormandizers  of  popularity  are  no  epicures, —  they  have  not  very  nice \ndiscriminating  palates.     They  are  ready  to  taste  the  sweets  of  every \n\n\nJOHN   LOWELL.  279 \n\noffice,  from  the  high  dignity  of  the  presidency,  down  to  the  lowest  muni- \ncipal employment  in  the  State.  Still,  however,  with  this  humble \nspirit  of  accommodation,  they  cannot  all  be  gratified.  The  disappointed \nwill  pursue  their  revenge  with  an  acrimony  proportioned  to  the  raven- \nous hunger  after  fame  which  impelled  them.  The  mortified  ambitious \nare  never  in  want  of  tools  to  carry  on  the  trade  of  faction.  The  igno- \nrant, the  jealous,  and  the  envious, —  the  bankrupt  in  morals  and  char- \nacter, and  the  insolvent  in  purse, —  are  the  small  Aveapons  with  which \nthe  great  leviathans  in  opposition  continually  operate.  Review  the \npast  history  of  the  United  States,  and  Avhat  page  is  there  in  which  the \nproofs  of  these  principles  are  not  inscribed  ?  Coeval  with  our  govern- \nment has  been  an  inveterate  opposition, —  an  opposition  growing  with \nour  growth,  and  strengthening  Svith  our  strength.  At  first,  small  and \nfeeble,  it  uttered  its  discontents  only  in  the  gentle  whispers  of  disap- \nprobation ;  —  now,  bold,  hardy  and  shameless,  it  thunders  its  anathema.s \nin  the  lanfruas-e  of  rebellion.  We  have  remarked,  that  faction  is  the \nspontaneous  production  of  a  free  soil ;  but,  like  all  native  plants,  it  is \nnot  destined  wholly  to  destroy  the  vegetation  which  surrounds  it.  It \nis  by  the  introduction  of  exotics,  alone,  that  the  work  of  extermination \ncan  be  effected.  In  vain  would  our  domestic  enemies  assail  the  goodly \nfabric  of  our  constitution, —  vain  would  be  the  calumny  against  our \nablest  patriots,—  feeble  and  nerveless  would  be  the  assaults  of  our \ninternal  enemies, —  if  they  were  not  supported  by  foreign  gold,  and \nencouraged  by  external  assistance.  Without  this  aid,  our  infant \nHercules  would  have  strangled  the  rebellious  reptile  in  his  cradle. \nStill  our  young  and  vigorous  Samson  would  have  burst  asunder  the \ncords  with  which  an  insidious  faction  had  bound  him,  if  this  internal \nfoe  had  not  entered  into  a  treaty  of  alliance,  ofiensive  and  defensive, \nwith  a  foreign  adversary.\" \n\nIn  the  oration  of  Mr.  Lowell,  an  object  of  which  is  to  vindicate  our \nRevolution  from  the  misrepresentation  and  calumnies  of  those  who \nhave  endeavored,  by  its  example,  to  justify  that  of  France,  our  orator \nhas,  with  much  warmth  of  coloring  and  fervor  of  imagination,  exhib- \nited a  comparison  between  the  spirit  and  character  of  both.  The  two \npictures  present  a  perfect  contrast.  In  that  of  America,  we  behold  a \npeople  distinguished  for  unsullied  virtue,  uncorrupted  simplicity,  and \na  pure  and  undefiled  religion,  impelled  by  an  ardent  love  of  liberty,  an \nunconquerable  spirit  of  independence,  a  hatred  of  foreign  dominion, \nand   detestation  of  domestic   oppression,  calmly  and  dispassionately \n\n\n280  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nresolve  to  resist  the  earliest  encroachments  of  arbitrary  power,  and \npursuing,  with  moderation  and  firmness,  that  one  legitimate  object, \npreserving  inviolate  moral  and  religious  institutions,  the  principles  of \njustice,  the  order  of  civil  society,  and  the  rights  of  persons, —  and, \nwhen  their  lofty  purpose  was  accomplished,  return  to  the  enjoyment \nof  innocence  and  repose. \n\nIn  another  passage,  Mr.  Lowell  points  out  the  more  imminent  and \nstriking  hazards  to  which  the  United  States  were  then  exposed,  from \nthe  open  attacks  and  secret  machinations  of  the  rulers  of  France, \nboundless  in  their  ambition,  and  insatiable  in  their  avarice,  whose \nsupport  was  plunder,  whose  nutriment  was  carnage,  and  whose  pastime \nwas  human  wretchedness.  He  depicted  the  conduct  of  the  French \nrepublic  towards  surrounding  nations,  and  demands  if  from  so  ferocious \na  monster  we  have  reason  to  expect  forbearance,  to  hope  for  its  friend- \nship, to  trust  to  its  moderation,  or  to  confide  in  its  justice.  Those  who \nstill  cherished  the  love  of  peace,  and  persevered  in  their  faith  of  the \nprofessions  of  France,  he  reproaches  for  their  supineness  and  credulity, \nreminding  them  of  the  opinion  of  John  Adams,  then  the  president, \nthat  '•  there  can  be  no  peace  without  degradation  and  submission,  and \nno  security  in  negotiation  and  convention.\"  The  law  dissolving  the \ntreaties  and  consular  convention  with  France  was  approved  by  Presi- \ndent Adams,  July  7,  1798. \n\nJohn  Lowell  was  the  son  of  Hon.  John  Lowell,  whom  Harrison \nGray  Otis  very  graphically  describes  as  being  about  five  feet  ten \ninches  in  height,  and  inclined  to  corpulence.  \"  His  gait  was  rapid  and \nhuri-ied ;  his  conversation,  animated  and  ardent.  He  appeared  to \nstrangers,  at  first,  to  speak  too  much  ex  cathedra  ;  but  he  was  free \nof  all  propensity  to  browbeat  or  show  ill  humor.  On  the  contrary, \nhe  Avas  the  very  mirror  of  benevolence,  which  beamed  in  and  made \nattractive  a  countenance  not  remarkable  for  symmetry  of  feature  or \nbeauty ;  and  his  companionable  talents,  though  never  displayed  at  the \nexpense  of  dignity,  made  him  the  delight  of  the  society  in  which  he \nmoved,  and  which  he  always  put  at  ease.  His  private  character  was \nirreproachable  ;  his  honesty  and  moderation,  proverbial.  In  a  satirical \nand  very  personal  farce,  got  up  by  a  witty  desperado,  and  which  had \na  great  run,  he  was  dubbed  b}'  the  author  —  no  friend  of  his  —  Lawyer \nCandor ;  a  most  appropriate  sobriquet,  which  the  world  unanimously \napplied  to  him.  He  was  most  ardent  in  his  attachment  to  his  partic- \nular friends,  who,  in  their  turn,  looked  to  him  as  their  oracle.     His \n\n\nJOHN  LOWELL.  281 \n\ngeneral  health,\"  continues  Mr.  Otis,  ''during  the  time  of  my  intimacy \nwith  him,  was  good,  though  occasionally  inclined  to  be  a  inalade  Imag- \ninaire,  an  ordinary  symptom  of  ardent  temperament  and  ethereal \ngenius.\"  He  was  known  to  be  one  of  the  confidential  advisers  of  the \nmeasures  that  Avere  successfully  adopted  to  suppress  that  formidable \noutbreak  of  Shays'  Insurrection,  and  was  appointed  judge  of  the  Dis- \ntrict Court  U.  S.  by  Washington,  on  its  institution. \n\nJohn  Lowell,  Jr.,  was  born  in  Newburyport,  Oct.  6,  1769.  Soon \nafter  the  town  and  harbor  of  Boston  were  evacuated  by  the  royalists, \nin  1776,  his  father  removed  to  the  city  with  his  family,  where  his  res- \nidence was  in  the  dAvelling  afterwards  occupied  by  the  late  Samuel \nEliot,  Esq.,  directly  opposite  King's  Chapel.  He  was  for  a  brief \nperiod  in  the  Latin  School,  but  was  fitted  for  college  in  Phillips'  Acad- \nemy, and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1786.  On  this  occasion \nhis  part  was  in  a  forensic  dispute  on  this  subject :  Whether  the  happi- \nness of  the  people  consists  most  in  the  constitution  or  administration \nof  government ;  and  in  the  year  1789,  when  a  candidate  for  the  degree \nof  Master  of  Arts,  he  engaged  in  another  forensic  dispute,  with  Isaac \nParker,  afterwards  the  chief-justice  of  Massachusetts  :  Whether  a  law \nmaking  administration  between  an  insolvent  by  vice  and  one  by  mis- \nfortune, would  tend  to  the  good  of  society  7  He  studied  law  with  his \nfather,  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar  before  he  was  twenty  years  of  age. \nIn  preparing  arguments,  he  was  laborious  and  searching.  In  his  man- \nner he  was  animated,  eloquent,  vehement,  rapid,  and  highly  logical ; \nhis  memory  was  tenacious.  In  his  person  he  was  a  great  contrast  to \nhis  father,  being  very  short  and  slender.  On  June  3,  1793,  Mr. \nLowell  married  Rebecca  Amory.  He  was  a  representative  in  the \nState  Legislature  from  1798  to  1801.  He  was  a  member  of  the  cor- \nporation of  Harvard  College  from  18104o  1822,  and  was  an  overseer \nfrom  that  period  to  1827.  He  was  an  honored  member  of  the  State \nSenate. \n\n.  Mr.  Lowell's  articles  in  Russell's  Centinel,  over  the  signature  of  the \nBoston  Rebel,  in  opposition  to  the  war  of  the  United  States  and  Great \nBritain,  were  of  a  character  the  most  inflammatory  of  any  political \nwritings  of  that  day.  His  productions  were  in  a  highly  nervous  style, \nabounfhng  in  piquant  philippics.  His  remarks  on  Madison's  war,  in \na  large  pamphlet,  exhibited  the  most  exciting  attack  on  the  democratic \nadministration  that  emanated  from  any  political  writer.  His  fervid \ngenius  and  rapid  pen  poured  forth  pamphlet  after  pamphlet,  and  column \n24* \n\n\n282  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nafter  column  in  the  newspapers,  replete  with  spirit  and  force  and  pur- \npose, on  the  side  of  the  Federal  party,  in  warm  opposition  to  the  gen- \neral government.  In  these  exciting  times,  a  rumor  was  circulated \nthat  some  of  those  who  had  been  exasperated  by  his  political  remarks \nhad  threatened  to  burn  his  house  in  Roxbury  to  the  ground.  This \nrumor  was  so  far  believed,  that  some  of  his  friends  went  out  or  sent \nout  from  Boston  to  offer  themselves  as  the  guard  of  his  person  and \nproperty  for  the  night.  Mr.  Lowell  expressed  his  belief  that  his  fel- \nlow-townsmen were  incapable  of  such  an  act,  and  insisted  on  dechning \nthe  oifer  of  defence.  Indeed,  no  assistance  beyond  the  limits  of \nthe  town  would  in  any  case  have  been  required ;  for  several  of  the \nmost  respectable  inhabitants  of  Roxbury  itself,  and  of  both  political \nparties,  voluntarily  oftered  to  stand  ready  to  defend  to  the  last  extrem- \nity. Indeed,  Mr.  Lowell  was  an  extraordinary  man,  adapted  to \nexciting  times.  He  was  a  tenacious  sectarian  in  theology,  and  wrote \nAvith  fervent  severity.  He  entered  with  delight  on  the  pursuits  of \nagriculture.  To  hear  him  converse  in  his  farm  or  his  warden,  one \nwould  suppose  that  his  entire  occupation  was  farming  and  gardening. \nHe  would  discuss  the  qualities  of  a  fruit-tree,  or  an  exotic  plant,  with \nthe  same  earnestness,  copiousness  and  tact,  that  he  would  have  given \nto  a  question  of  politics,  law  or  divinity.  Horticulture  was  also  an \nobject  of  devoted  interest,  and  the  periodical  was  enriched  with  articles \nfor  the  florist  from  his  ready  hand.  His  residence  in  Boston  was \ndirectly  opposite  Horticultural  Hall,  in  School-street. \n\nAmid  the  violence  of  contending  parties,  Mr.  Lowell's  sincerity  and \nintegrity  were  never  seriously  questioned.  His  motives  were  manifestly \npure.  \"  He  never  sought  a  political  office,  and  never  would  accept  one. \nAmid  all  the  buffets  of  the  conflict,  he  never  cherished  one  spark  of \nmalice,\"  says  Greenwood.  \"  or  one  root  of  bitterness,  in  his  heart,  which \nwas  no  place  for  one  or  the  other ;  and,  as  I  lately  glanced  over  some \nof  the  pamphlets  of  which  he  was  the  author, —  not  with  all  the  attention \nthey  deserved,  but  with  all  I  could  spare, —  entertaining  the  common \nimpression  that  the  zeal  of  the  times  and  the  zeal  of  his  own  nature \nhad  betrayed  him  into  offensive  and  uncharitable  statements,  and \nremembering  also,  as  I  well  remembered,  the  language  of  mutual  exas- \nperation which  was  everywhere  to  be  heard  during  that  tempestuous \nperiod,  I  was  surprised  to  find  how  little  there  was  of  an  objection- \nable description  in  these  writings ;  and  was  rather  struck  with  their \npower  of  argument  and  store  of  rich  illustration,  than  with  their  heat. \n\n\nROBERT  TREAT  PAINE.  283 \n\nThat  night  has  gone  by ;  and,  though  the  side  which  he  espoused  so \ndisinterestedly  did  not  prevail,  I  am  disposed  to  think  that  his  and  his \nfriends'  efforts,  with  all  the  deductions  which  may  be  made  from  them, \ncontributed  to  restore  the  morning.\"  By  resolute  opposition,  they  most \nprobably  modified  the  measures  of  the  other  party  to  beneficial  results. \nThe  winter  of  1839  was  spent  by  Mr.  Lowell  in  the  West  India  Islands, \nAvhich  he  had  visited  for  his  health.  Ho  returned  with  improved  health, \nbut  very  much  enfeebled.  On  the  12th  of  March,  1840,  as  he  was \nreading  a  daily  paper  in  his  residence  in  the  city,  the  summoner  came : \nthe  paper  dropped  from  his  hands,  and  he  expired  that  very  hour, \nwithout  suffering.  He  was  buried  in  Roxbury.  Dinsmore  thus \nemphasizes  : \n\n•'  Lowell  and  Channing  may  debate, \nAs  politicians  wise  and  great \nPredict  their  country's  future  fate. \n\nBy  reasoning  clear, \nAnd  show  blind  rulers  of  the  State \n\nWhat  course  to  steer.\" \n\n\nROBERT   TREAT   PAINE. \n\nJULY  17,  1799.  ON  THE  DISSOLUTION  OF  THE  TREATIES  AND  CONSULAR  CON- \nVENTION  BETWEEN  FRANCE  AND  THE  UNITED  STATES.  FOR  THE  YOUNG \nMEN   OF   BOSTON. \n\n\"  It  is  a  day,\"  says  our  orator,  \"Avhich  will  forever  be  illustrious  in  • \nour  annals.  It  is  the  completion  of  our  liberties,  the  acme  of  our  inde- \npendence. The  Fourth  of  July  will  be  celebrated  by  our  latest  pos- \nterity, as  the  splendid  era  of  our  national  glory ;  but  the  Seventh  will \nbe  venerated  as  the  dignified  epoch  of  our  national  character.  The \none  annihilated  our  colonial  submission  to  a  powerful,  avowed,  and \ndetermined  foe ;  the  other  emancipated  us  from  the  oppressive  friend- \nship of  an  ambitious,  malignant,  treacherous  ally.  The  former  asserted \nour  political  supremacy,  which  preserved  to  us  our  country  from  sub- \njection, our  liberties  from  encroachment,  and  our  government  from  for- \neign control;  the  latter  united  to  the  same  momentous  object  a \ndeclaration  of  our  moral  sovereignty,  which  rescued  our  principles \nfrom  subjugation,  as  well  as  our  persons  from  slavery:  which  secured \n\n\n284  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nour  cities  from  massacre,  as  well  as  their  inhabitants  from  debasement ; \nwhich  preserved  our  fair  ones  from  violation,  as  well  as  our  religion \nfrom  bondage.  In  fine,  the  Declaration  of  Independence,  which  dis- \nsolved our  connection  with  Great  Britain,  may  be  correctly  denomi- \nnated the  birth-day  of  our  nation,  when,  as  its  infant  genius  was  ushered \ninto  political  existence,  a  lambent  flame  of  glory  played  around  its \nbrows,  in  presage  of  its  future  greatness.  But  the  period  which  sun- \ndered our  alliance  with  France  may  be  pronounced  the  day  of  our \nnation's  manhood,  when  this  genius  had  become  an  Hercules,  who,  no \nlonger  amused  with  the  coral  and  bells  of  \"liberty  and  equality,' — \nno  longer  '  pleased  Avith  the  rattles,  tickled  with  the  straws,'  of \n'health  and  fraternity,' — no  longer  willing  to  trifle  at  the  distaif  of \na  'lady  negotiator,' — boldly  invested  himself  in  the  toga  virilis,  and \nassumed  his  rank  in  the  forum  of  nations. \n\n\"  It  will,  therefore,  in  all  ages  be  pointed  to  as  a  luminous  page  in \nour  history,  when  the  patriotic  statesmen  of  America,  with  a  decision \nof  character  which  has  shot  a  ray  of  enthusiasm  into  the  coldest  regions \nof  Europe,  cut  asunder  the  inexplicable  knot  of  so  contagious  a  con- \nnection, and  forever  abolished  the  impolitic  and  deleterious  instrument \nwhich  had  created  it ;  when  that  memorable  treaty,  which  had  linked \ntogether  two  heterogeneous  nations  in  an  unnatural,  unequal  and  hate- \nful alliance,  after  an  attenuated  life  of  twenty  years,  was  ignominiously \ncommitted  to  the  grave,  where,  in  the  language  of  French  philosophy, \n'  its  death  will  prove  an  eternal  sleep.'  \" \n\nRobert  Treat  Paine,  whose  name  was  originally  Thomas,  and  changed \nin  1801  by  an  act  of  the  Massachusetts  Legislature,  as  he  was  desirous \nof  being  known  by  a  Christian  name,  abhorring  an  association  of  the \nman  who,  in  his  Age  of  Reason,  lost  his  Common  Sense,  was  born \nin  Taunton,  Bristol  county,  Mass.,  Dec.  9,  1773.  His  father  was  the \ncelebrated  Robert  Treat  Paine,  who  acted  as  counsel  for  the  jrown,  in \ncompany  with  Samuel  Quincy,  in  the  trial  of  the  British  soldiei's  for \nthe  massacre  in  King-street ;  and  was,  moreover,  one  of  the  signers  of \nthe  Declaration  of  Independence,  whose  residence  was  at  the  corner \nof  Milk  and  Federal  streets.  Young  Robert  Avas  early  in  the  school \nof  Master  James  Carter.  In  the  year  1781  he  entered  the  Latin \nSchool,  under  Master  James  Hunt ;  he  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1792,  on  Avhich  occasion  he  delivered  an  oration  on  the  Nature  and \nProgress  of  Liberty, —  a  theme  naturally  expected  from  a  scion  of \nthe  Revolution.     He  was  stimulated  to  a  taste  for  poetry  by  the  famous \n\n\nROBERT   TREAT   PAINE.  285 \n\nJoseph  Allen,  the  laureate  of  his  class,  who  inscribed  on  the  college- \nwall  several  abusive  satirical  verses  on  Paine,  who  fearlessly  repelled \nhim  in  rhyme  ;  and  he  once  remarked,  that  if  it  were  not  for  this  cir- \ncumstance, probably  he  never  should  have  undertaken  a  couplet.  On \nleaving  college,  he  entered  the  store  of  Mr.  James  Tisdale,  a  Boston \nmerchant ;  but  his  mind  was  so  much  absorbed  in  poetry,  that  he  made \nentries  in  the  day-book  in  verse,  and  once  made  out  a  charter  party  in \nthe  same  style.  He  soon  became  devoted  to  the  theatre,  which,  con- \ntrary to  law,  had  been  established  in  Board-alley,  in  1792,  by  a  small \nparty  of  actors  from  England,  — \n\n\"  And  plays  their  heathen  names  forsook, \nAnd  those  of  '  Moral  Lectures  '  took.\" \n\nThe  law  was  abrogated,  and  in  1703  an  elegant  brick  theatre  was \nerected  in  Federal -street,  on  which  occasion  the  prize  medal  was \nawarded  to  him  for  the  best  prologue  on  the  occasion.  His  mind  was \nso  averse  to  mercantile  pursuits,  that  he  left  Mr.  Tisdale  in  1794.  In \nOctober  of  that  year  he  established  a  political  and  literary  paper, — \n\"The  Federal  Orrery,\"— in  which  appeared  \"The  Jacobiniad,\"  a \npolitical  poem,  and  also  \"The  Lyars,''  from  both  of  which  passages \nappear  in  this  volume.  So  caustic  and  personal  were  these  produc- \ntions, that  it  drew  upon  him  the  summary  vengeance  of  a  mob,  who \nattacked  the  dwelling  of  Major  Wallach,  with  whom  he  resided,  and \nwho  gallantly  defended  his  castle,  and  compelled  them  to  retreat.  The \nson  of  a  gentleman  at  whom  the  shafts  of  wit  had  been  aimed  called \nupon  Paine  for  satisfaction,  which  was  denied.  The  parties  accident- \nally met, —  Mr.  Paine  presented  his  pistol,  but  the  assailant  fearlessly \nrushed  forward,  and  violently  assaulted  him.  In  1797  Mr.  Paine \nmarried  Elizabeth  Baker,  who  was  a  retired  actress,  and  they  were \nforbid  his  father's  dwelling.  They  Avere  hospitably  sheltered  in  the \nfamily  of  Major  Wallach  for  the  period  of  fifteen  months.  With  tears \nof  gratitude  Mr.  Paine  once  remarked,  \"When  I  lost  a  father,  I \ngained  a  wife  and  found  a  friend.\"  In  the  year  1798  a  reconciliation \nwas  effected ;  and  it  is  related  that  at  a  congratulatory  party  the  forth- \ncoming sentiments  were  publicly  advanced,  \"The  love  of  liberty  and \nthe  liberty  of  loving :  \"  \"  Champagne  to  real  friends,  and  real  pain  to \nsham  friends.\"  Paine  was  bold  in  his  views,  quick  at  retort,  and \nsometimes  fearfully  sarcastic.  His  genius  was  certainly  of  a  high \norder,  and  his  imagination  prolific.     His  talents  always  commanded \n\n\n286  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nadmiration,  his  wit  excited  merriment  and  delight.  He  was  followed \nand  eulogized,  honored  by  social  attentions  in  the  higher  ranks,  and \nviewed  as  the  first  poet  of  the  town.  His  poem  on  \"The  Invention \nof  Letters\"  was  greatly  admired,  and  Washington  sent  him  a  letter \nhighly  expressive  of  admiration  at  its  merits.  It  afforded  him  a  profit \nof  fifteen  hundred  dollars.  \"  The  Ruling  Passion,\"  intended  as  a \ngallery  of  portraits,  is  a  rare  production,  for  which  he  realized  a  profit \nof  twelve  hundred  dollars. \n\nIn  1798  Mr.  Paine  wrote  the  celebrated  national  song  of  Adams \n:ind  Liberty ;  and  never  was  a  political  song  more  favorably  received \nthan  this  patriotic  effusion.  Visiting  Major  Russell,  of  the  Centinel, \nit  was  pronounced  as  imperfect,  for  the  conception  of  Washington  was \nnot  advanced.  The  sideboard  was  replenished,  and  Paine  Avas  ready \nfor  a  libation,  when  Major  Russell  fiimiliarly  interposed,  and  insisted, \nin  his  humorous  manner,  that  he  should  not  slake  his  thirst  till  he \nhad  written  an  additional  stanza,  in  which  Washington  should  be \nintroduced.  Paine  paced  back  and  forth  a  few  minutes,  and,  suddenly \nstarting,  called  for  a  pen.     He  forthwith  wrote  the  following  sublime \n\nstanza : \n\n\"  Should  the  tempest  of  war  overshadow  our  laud, \n\nIts  bolts  could  ne'er  rend  Freedom's  temple  asunder  ; \nFor,  unmoved,  at  its  portal,  would  Washington  stand. \nAnd  repulse,  with  liis  breast,  the  assaults  of  the  thunder  ! \nHis  sword  from  the  sleep \nOf  its  scabbard  would  leap, \nAnd  conduct  with  its  point  every  flash  to  the  deep  !  \" \n\nPaine's  eulogy  on  the  death  of  Washington  was  serious  even  to \nsadness,  with  the  melancholy  reflections  inspired  by  that  event. \n\nIn  a  political  discussion,  which  was  conducted  with  Avarmth,  in \n1807,  Mr.  Paine  once  said  of  the  Essex  Junto,  \"  Washington  was  its \nsubhme  head,  and  the  tower  of  its  strength  ;  it  Avas  informed  by  the \ngenius  and  guided  by  the  energy  of  Hamilton.  Since  their  decease, \nnothing  but  the  Attic  salt  of  Fisher  Ames  has  preserved  it  from  putre- \nfaction. When  the  ethereal  spirits  escaped,  the  residuum  settled  into \nfaction.    It  has  captured  P>oston,  and  keeps  it  in  tOAV,  like  a  prize-ship.\" \n\nIn  1799  Mr.  Paine  became  a  student  at  laAV  under  the  eminent \nJudge  Parsons,  at  NoAvburyport,  Avho  greatly  esteemed  him;  was \nadmitted  to  Suffolk  bar  in  1802;  retired  from  the  profession  in  1809, \nand  removed  to  Dorchester ;  but  he  soon  returned  to  Boston,  and \nbecame  an  inmate  at  his  father's  mansion,  where  he  wrote,  at  the \n\n\nJOHN   THORNTON   KIRKLAND.  287 \n\nrequest  of  the  Jockey  Club,  ''  The  Steeds  of  Apollo.\"  This  was  his \nlast  famous  effusion.  Depressed  in  spirits,  afflicted  with  disease,  and \nreduced  in  his  circumstances,  he  died,  Nov.  14,  1811. \n\nPresident  Allen  remarks  of  Paine,  \"There  is  nothing  of  simple, \nnatural  beauty  in  his  writings  ;  his  poetry  is  entirely  unworthy  of \nthe  praise  extended  in  its  favor,  and  his  prose  is  in  bad  taste ;  \"  while \nBradford,  on  the  other  hand,  was  of  opinion  that  Paine  resembled \nPope  more  than  any  English  poet,  and  was  always  happy  in  his \nphraseology  :  but  it  is  probable  the  flict  lies  between  the  two  extremes. \nBoston  may  well  be  proud  of  his  talent,  and  throw  away  the  weeds \nthat  blemish  his  fame.  Everett  says  that  \"  Paine  was  a  luckless \nman,  but,  oh  !  how  sweet  a  bard  !  \" \n\n\"  Never  shall  his  tuneful  numbers \nCharm  the  listening  ear  again, — \nCold  and  silent  where  he  slumbers. \nGenius  weeps  the  fate  of  Paine.\" \n\nThe  Hon.  Judge  Story  remarks  of  him  that  he  enjoyed  reputation,  in \nhis  day,  not  since  attained  by  any  American  poet. \n\n\nJOHN  THORNTON  KIRKLAND. \n\nDEC.  29,  1799.     EULOGY  ON  WASHINGTON. \n\n\"  America,  without  Washington,\"  says  Kirkland,  \"  resembles  the \nearth  without  the  light  of  day.  Associated  as  he  was  with  all  we \nloved  and  valued  in  our  country,  possessions,  pursuits  and  pleasures. \nfor  a  time,  sink  in  our  esteem.  We  exulted  in  our  country,  because \nit  gave  him  birth ;  we  thought  better  of  our  nature,  because  it  pro- \nduced such  a  man.  The  sense  of  this  gift  of  Heaven  increased  the \nfervor  of  our  devotions  ;  and  our  national  felicity  seemed  to  be  crowned \nin  Washington.  Time  has  been,  when,  indeed,  his  services  were  more \nimmediately  necessary,  and  the  political  salvation  of  his  country \nseemed  to  depend  on  the  continuance  of  his  life.  But  if  his  departure \nat  this  time  has  a  less  unpropitious  aspect  upon  the  public  prosperity, \nyet  it  cannot  be  thought  unimportant  to  the  momentous  interests  of  the \n\n\n288  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nempire,  whilst  it  arrests  our  melancholy  feelings,  and  wounds  our \nfond  attachment  to  his  name.  His  sun  approached  the  horizon ;  yet, \nwith  delighted  eyes,  we  gazed  on  its  parting  splendor,  helieving  that, \nif  clouds  should  thicken  to  a  tempest  in  our  political  sky,  it  would \nshine  out  in  all  its  meridian  brightness,  and  chase  them  away.  Though \nhe  had  left  the  drama  to  distinguished  actors,  yet  he  might  again  be \ncalled  out  to  support  a  part  in  some  master  scene,  to  which  no  other \nman  might  be  found  suited.  Nay,  he  was  already  prepared,  if  the \ncatastrophe  should  require  it,  to  step  upon  the  stage,  and  be  the  hero \nof  the  eventful  tragedy  into  which  his  country  seemed  to  be  hastening. \nWas  the  nation  to  be  roused  from  dangerous  sleep  7  —  his  name  was \nsounded  in  their  ears.  Was  faction  to  be  driven  from  the  light  7  —  it \nwas  pointed  to  his  awful  frown.  Was  a  foreign  foe  to  be  deterred  fi'om \ninvasion  7  —  it  was  shown  his  hand  upon  his  sword.  With  him  its \npatron,  the  federal  administration  would  not  despair  of  final  support ; \nwith  him  their  leader,  the  armies  of  America  would  be  ineifectually \nheld  up  to  odium,  would  be  created  with  facility,  and,  in  every  con- \nflict, would  feel  invincible.  In  the  present  dubious  aspect  of  our \nnational  interests,  everything  was  hoped,  in  aid  of  the  present  system, \nfrom  the  part  which  he  would  take,  in  case  of  civil  dissension,  or \nincreased  danger  from  foreign  arts  or  arms.\" \n\nJohn  Thornton  Kirkland  was  born  at  Little  Falls,  Herkimer \ncounty,  N.  Y.,  August  17,  1770;  entered  Phillips'  Academy  in \n1784;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1789;  became  assistant \nteacher  at  Andover  Academy :  studied  theology,  and  was  a  tutor  in \nHarvard  College,  when  he  gave  the  salutatory  oration.  A  singular \nepisode  in  his  college  life  was  his  having  borne  arms  in  the  winter \nvacation  of  his  sophomore  year,  during  the  campaign  to  suppress \nShays'  Insurrection.  He  was  pastor  of  the  New  South  Church,  from \nFeb.  5,  1794,  until  his  induction  to  the  presidency  of  Harvard  College, \nNov.  14,  1810,  which  station  he  occupied  until  his  resignation,  Aug. \n27,  1828.  He  was  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  orator  at  Cambridge  in \n1798.  He  married  Elizabeth,  the  only  daughter  of  Hon.  George \nCabot.  Sept.  1,  1827.  After  his  retirement  from  public  life,  Dr. \nKirkland  suffered  from  the  effects  of  a  paralysis,  with  powers  of  mind \nand  body  considerably  impaired ;  but  with  the  same  undisturbed  and \ndelightful  temper,  and  with  an  occasional  flash  of  those  clear  and \nprofound  thoughts,  says  Eliot,  that  intellectual  humor,  and  those \ngenerous  affections,  which  in  previous  years  had  been  the  delight  of  all \n\n\nJOHN   THORNTON  KIRKLAND.  289 \n\nwho  knew  him.  The  carelessness  which  made  him  write  his  sermons \nupon  mere  scraps  of  paper,  in  an  almost  illegible  hand,  and  the  physical \nindolence  which  made  him  neglect  to  transcribe  or  arrange  them,  might \nexcite  a  smile,  rather  than  provoke  a  frown ;  and  it  has  been  well  said \nof  Dr.  Kirkland,  that  his  sermons  were  full  of  intellectual  wealth  and \npractical  wisdom,  with  sometimes  a  quaintness  that  bordered  on  humor, \nyet  had  never  been  inspired  by  the  peculiar  genius  of  pulpit  eloquence. \nHe  was  president  of  the  Anthology  Club.  His  biography  of  Fisher \nAmes  is  one  of  the  most  classic  productions  of  an  American  mind. \nAfter  having  visited  Europe,  Egypt,  and  Palestine,  he  died  at  Boston, \nof  an  inveterate  disease  that  had  long  afflicted  him,  April  26,  1840. \n\nHis  successor.  President  Quincy,  remarks  of  him :  \"  Possessing \ntalents  of  a  high  order,  which  he  had  diligently  cultivated,  enjoying \nthe  friendship  and  confidence  of  many  of  the  most  influential  and \neminent  men  among  his  contemporaries,  combining  great  sagacity  with \ngreat  knowledge  of  human  nature,  he  conducted  this  seminary  for  a \nsuccession  of  years  prosperously  and  with  great  popularity.  Under \nhis  auspices,  the  standard  necessary  for  obtaining  admission  to  its \nprivileges  was  raised,  its  literary  character  elevated,  the  general  sphere \nof  its  usefulness  extended,  and  great  improvements  effected ; \"'  and  Dr. \nYoung,  his  successor  in  the  pastoral  care  of  the  New  South  Church. \nsays  of  liim,  in  his  highly  graphic  biography,  of  which  a  divine  of  another \nsect  said  he  did  not  see  how  it  could  be  better  written,  \"  What  style \nshall  I  set  forth  of  this  excellent  man,  to  whom  I  never  came  but  I \ngrew  stronger  in  moral  virtue,  from  whom  I  never  went  but  I  parted \nbetter  instructed  1  If  I  speak  much,  it  were  not  to  be  marvelled  ;  if  I \nspeak  frankly,  it  is  not  lo  be  blamed ;  and  though  I  speak  partially, \nit  were  to  be  pardoned.\" \n\nThe  preaching  of  Kirkland  was  of  the  same  character  with  his \nconversation,  says  Young.  It  was  sententious,  and  full  of  apo- \nthegms. There  was  not  much  visible  logic  or  induction  in  his  dis- \ncourses. The  description  which  he  gives  of  Fisher  Ames'  writings  is \nstrikingly  applicable  to  his  own.  When  the  result  of  his  researches \nwas  exhibited  in  discourse,  the  steps  of  a  logical  process  were  in  some \nmeasure  concealed  by  the  coloring  of  rhetoric.  It  was  the  prerogative \nof  his  mind  to  discern  by  a  glance,  so  rapid  as  to  seem  intuition, \nthose  truths  which  common  capacities  struggle  hard  to  comprehend. \nHis  style  is  conspicuous  for  sententious  brevity,  for  antithesis  and \npoint.  Single  ideas  appear  with  so  much  lustre  and  prominence,  that \n25 \n\n\n290  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthe  connection  of  the  several  parts  of  his  discourse  is  not  always  obvious \nto  the  common  mind,  and  the  aggregate  impression  of  the  composition \nis  not  always  completely  obtained.  His  learning  seldom  appeared  as \nsuch,  but  was  interwoven  with  his  thoughts,  and  became  his  own. \n\nThere  was  little  apparent  method,  arrangement  or  connection,  in \nDr.  Kirkland's  preaching;  so  that  it  was  not  uncommon  for  him  to \nbring  into  the  pulpit  half  a  dozen  sermons  or  more,  and,  on  the  instant, \nconstruct  a  new  sermon  as  he  went  along,  turning  the  leaves  backwards \nand  forwards,  and  connecting  them  together  by  the  thread  of  his \nextemporaneous  discourse.  These  scattered  leaves  resembled  those  of \nthe  Sybil,  not  only  in  their  confusion,  causing  many  to  marvel  how  he \ncould  marshal  and  manage  them  so  adroitly,  but  also  in  their  hidden \n■wisdom,  and  in  the  \"fact  that  when  two-thirds  of  what  he  had  thus \nbrought  into  the  pulpit  was  omitted, —  thrown  by,  as  unworthy  of \ndelivery, —  the  remaining  third,  which  he  uttered,  was  more  precious \nthan  the  entire  pile  of  manuscript,  containing,  as  it  did.  the  spirit  and \nessence,  the  condensed  and  concentrated  wisdom,  of  the  whole. \n\nCondensation,  indeed,  continues  Dr.  Young,  was  his  crowning \nfaculty.  It  was  here,  especially,  that  he  manifested  the  supremacy  of \nhis  intellect.  He  always  spoke  from  a  crowded  and  overflowing  mind. \nAlthough  he  said  so  much,  you  felt  that  there  was  much  more  behind \nunsaid.  He  poured  himself  forth  into  a  full  stream  of  thought,  which \nevidently  flowed  from  a  living  and  inexhaustible  fountain.  Chief \nJustice  Parsons  used  to  say  that  Dr.  Kirkland  put  more  thought  into \none  sermon  than  other  ministers  did  into  five.  And  how  much  weight \nand  Avisdom  were  there  even  in  single  sentences  of  his  writings,  as \nwhen,  in  his  Life  of  Fisher  Ames,  he  says,  ''He  did  not  need  the \nsmart  of  guilt  to  make  him  virtuous,  nor  the  regret  of  folly  to  make \nhim  wise ;  \"  and  when,  in  the  same  work,  he  says,  \"  The  admission  of \ndanger  implies  duty ;  and  many  refuse  to  be  alarmed,  because  they \nwish  to  be  at  ease.\"  Such  was  his  wonderful  and  accurate  knowledge \nof  human  nature,  and  his  clear  insight  into  the  springs  of  human \naction,  that  sometimes,  when  I  have  heard  Ivirkland  preach,  it  seemed \nto  me  that  he  had  actually  got  his  hand  into  my  bosom,  and  that  I \ncould  feel  him  moving  it  about,  and  inserting  his  fingers  into  all  the \ninterstices  and  crevices  of  my  heart.  According  to  Dr.  Palfrey, \nthere  were  twelve  hundred  graduates  of  Harvard  College  who  enjoyed \nhis  care,  having  been,  at  the  period  of  his  decease,  nearly  one  quarter \npart  of  the  whole  that  had  been  educated  at  that  institution. \n\n\nFISHER  AMES.  291 \n\nFISHER  AMES. \n\nFEB.  8,  1800.     STATE  EULOGY  ON  WASHINGTON. \n\nIn  the  speech  of  Hon.  Fisher  Ames,  on  Jay's  treaty,  April  28, \n1796,  delivered  on  the  floor  of  Congress,  he  says  :  \"  We  are  either  to \nexecute  this  treaty,  or  break  our  faith.  To  expatiate  on  the  value  of \npublic  faith,  may  pass  Avith  some  men  for  declamation.  To  such  men \nI  have  nothing  to  say.  To  others,  I  will  urge,  can  any  circumstance \nmark  upon  a  people  more  turpitude  and  debasement  ?  Can  anything \ntend  more  to  make  men  think  themselves  mean,  or  degrade  to  a  lower \npoint  their  estimation  of  virtue,  and  their  standard  of  action  ?  It  would \nnot  merely  demorahze  mankind ;  it  tends  to  break  all  the  ligaments  of \nsociety,  to  dissolve  that  mysterious  charm  which  attracts  individuals  to \nthe  nation,  and  to  inspire  in  its  stead  a  repulsive  sense  of  shame  and \ndisgust. \n\n' '  What  is  patriotism  7  Is  it  a  narrow  affection  for  the  spot  where  a \nman  was  born  1  Are  the  very  clods  where  we  tread  entitled  to  this \nardent  preference,  because  they  are  greener  7  No,  sir ;  this  is  not \nthe  character  of  the  virtue,  and  it  soars  liigher  for  its  object.  It  is  an \nextended  self-love,  mingling  with  all  the  enjoyments  of  life,  and  twist- \ning itself  with  the  minutest  filaments  of  the  heart.  It  is  thus  we \nobey  the  laws  of  society,  because  they  are  the  laws  of  virtue.  In \ntheir  authority  we  see  not  the  array  of  force  and  terror,  but  the  vener- \nable image  of  our  country's  honor.  Every  good  citizen  makes  that \nhonor  his  own,  and  cherishes  it  not  only  as  precious,  but  as  sacred.  He \nis  willing  to  risk  his  life  in  its  defence,  and  is  conscious  that  he  gains \nprotection  while  he  gives  it.  For  what  rights  of  a  citizen  will  be \ndeemed  inviolable,  when  a  State  renounces  the  principles  that  consti- \ntute their  security  7  Or,  if  his  life  should  not  be  invaded,  what  would \nits  enjoyment  be,  in  a  country  odious  in  the  eyes  of  strangers,  and  dis- \nhonored in  his  own  7  Could  he  look  with  affection  and  veneration  to \nsuch  a  country  as  his  parent  7  The  sense  of  having  one  would  die \nwithin  him.  He  would  blush  for  his  patriotism,  if  he  retained  any ; \nand  justly,  for  it  would  be  a  vice.  He  would  be  a  banished  man  in  his \nnative  land. \n\n\"  I  see  no  exception  to  the  respect  that  is  paid  among  nations  to  the \nlaw  of  good  faith.     If  there  are  cases  in  this  enlightened  period  when \n\n\n292  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nit  is  violated,  there  are  none  when  it  is  denied.  It  is  the  philosophy \nof  politics,  the  religion  of  governments.  It  is  observed  by  barbarians. \nA  ■whiff  of  tobacco-smoke,  or  a  string  of  beads,  gives  not  merely  bind- \ning force,  but  sanctity,  to  treaties.  Even  in  Algiers,  a  truce  may  be \nbought  for  money ;  but,  when  ratified,  even  Algiers  is  too  wise  or  too \njust  to  disown  and  annul  its  obligation.  Thus,  we  see,  neither  the  igno- \nrance of  savages,  nor  the  principles  of  an  association  for  piracy  and \nrapine,  permit  a  nation  to  despise  its  engagements.  If,  sir,  there  could \nbe  a  resurrection  from  the  foot  of  the  gallows, —  if  the  victims  of  jus- \ntice could  live  again,  collect  together,  and  form  a  society, —  they  would, \nhowever  loath,  soon  find  themselves  obliged  to  make  justice  —  that \njustice  under  which  they  fell  —  the  fundamental  law  of  their  state. \nThey  would  perceive  it  was  their  interest  to  make  others  respect,  and \nthey  would  therefore  soon  pay  some  respect  themselves,  to  the  obliga- \ntions of  good  faith,\" \n\nFisher  Ames  was  born  at  Dedham,  April  9,  1758,  and  was  the \nyoungest  son  of  Dr.  Nathaniel  Ames,  who  was  for  forty  years  a  noted \nauthor  of  almanacs ;  of  whom  it  is  related,  having  accidentally  entered \nin  one  of  them  the  prediction  of  snow  in  June,  and  a  snow-storm \noccurring  on  the  day  named,  it  caused  a  rapid  sale  of  his  almanacs. \nIt  is  related  in  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Collections,  that  Dr. \nNathaniel  Ames,  whose  son  Nathaniel  was  a  surgeon  in  the  army  of \nthe  Revolution,  had  two  wives,  Mary  and  Deborah,  successively  of  the \nname  of  Fisher.  The  first  dying  young,  but  not  until  after  his \nmother,  and  her  estate  having  vested  in  him,  gave  rise  to  the  famous \nlawsuit,  in  which  it  was  first  determined  that  real  estate  ascended,  con- \ntrary to  the  English  rule,  to  the  father,  as  next  of  kin,  by  the  province \nlaw.  Dr.  Ames  was  a  public  taverner  at  Dedham ;  and  there  is  a \ntradition  that,  after  this  case  was  decided,  a  sign-board  was  suspended \nover  his  door,  with  the  painted  figure  of  the  judges,  in  full-bottomed \nwigs  and  robes,  among  whom  were  caricatured  the  two  who  were  of \nadverse  opinion.  This  being  viewed  as  a  contempt  of  court,  it  was \nshortly  after  taken  down.  Dr.  Ames  died  at  Dedham  in  1764,  aged \n■fifty-seven  years.  Ilis  son  Fisher  was  born  in  the  Wood^vard  man- \nsion, on  the  north  side  of  the  court-house,  opposite  the  monumental \nstone,  surmounted  by  a  pillar  and  a  bust,  erected  in  honor  of  William \nPitt,  for  his  services  to  the  colonies.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1774 ;  studied  law  under  Judge  Tudor,  and  became  a  counsellor-at- \nlaw.     In  1788  he  was  a  representative  in  the  State  Legislature ;  and \n\n\nFISHER  AMES.  293 \n\nwas  elected  to  Congress  for  Suffolk  county,  December  18th  of  the  same \njear,  in  opposition  to  Samuel  Adams,  and  was  probably  the  junior \nmember  of  the  house.  He  was  also  a  delegate  to  the  State  convention \non  the  federal  constitution,  in  1788  ;  and  was  of  the  State  Executive \nCouncil,  in  1800.  Mr.  Ames  married  Frances,  daughter  of  John \nWorthington,  Esq.,  July  15,  1792.  He  continued  in  Congress  during \na  period  of  eight  years,  Avhere  he  displayed  irresistible  eloquence ;  and, \nafter  his  memorable  speech  in  favor  of  the  treaty  with  Great  Britain, \nfrom  which  a  passage  is  presented  at  the  head  of  this  article,  a  mem- \nber, opposed  to  Ames,  objected  to  taking  a  vote  at  that  time,  as  they \nhad  been  overwhelmed  by  his  eloquence.  One  day,  when  in  the  book- \nstore of  Manning  &  Loring,  in  Boston,  on  observing  their  new  edi- \ntion of  Perry's  Dictionary,  which  was  on  the  counter,  in  which  words \nare  accented, — ''Here  is  a  book,\"  said  Ames,  \"showing  us  how  to \npronounce  words.\"  After  a  moment's  reflection,  he  continued,  \"  But \nwe  are  told  that  the  best  standard  of  pronunciation  is  the  imitation  of \nthe  best  speakers.\"  The  residence  of  Fisher  Ames  was  in  the  dwell- \ning now  occupied  by  John  Gardner,  Esq.  He  died  at  Dedham,  July \n4,  1808.  The  stanzas  herewith  added  were  sung  in  King's  Chapel, \nJuly  6,  1808,  after  the  delivery  of  the  eulogy  of  Samuel  Dexter  over \nthe  remains  of  Fisher  Ames,  and  are  ascribed  to  Rev.  Dr.  Gardiner : \n\n\"  As,  when  dark  clouds  obscure  the  dawn, \n\nThe  day-star's  lustre  disappears. \nSo  Ames  beheld  our  natal  morn. \n\nAnd  left  desponding  friends  in  tears. \nSoon  as  the  distant  cannon's  roar \n\nAnnounced  that  morn's  returning  ray, \nHe  feared  its  early  hopes  were  o'er. \n\nAnd  flew  to  everlasting  day. \n0,  drop  th}'  mantle,  sainted  shade. \n\nOn  some  surviving  patriot  name. \nWho,  great  by  thy  example  made. \n\nMay  yet  retrieve  a  nation's  fame ! \nThe  manly  genius,  ardent  thought. \n\nThe  love  of  truth,  and  wit  refined. \nThe  eloquence  that  wonders  wrought. \n\nAnd  flashed  its  light  on  every  mind,  — \nThese  gifts  were  thine,  immortal  Ames  ! \n\nOf  motive  pure,  of  life  sublime  ; \nTheir  loss  our  flowing  sorrow  claims,  — \n\nTheir  praise  survives  the  wreck  of  time.\" \n\n25* \n\n\n294  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nPresident  Dwight,  of  Yale  College,  remarked  of  Fisher  Ames  that \nfew  men  have  so  much  good  sense,  and  none  with  whom  I  have  con- \nversed, a  mind  so  ready  to  furnish,  at  every  call,  the  facts  which  should \nbe  remembered,  the  truths  which  should  be  declared,  the  arguments \nwhich  should  be  urged,  language  in  which  they  might  be  clearly  and \nforcibly  expressed,  and  images  with  which  they  might  be  beautifully \nadorned.  His  imagination  was  perhaps  too  brilliant,  and  too  rich.  It \ncould  hardly  be  said  that  any  of  the  pictures  which  it  drew  were  ill- \ndrawn  or  out  of  place ;  yet  it  might,  I  think,  be  truly  said,  that  the \ngallery  was  crowded.  The  excess  was  not,  however,  the  consequence \nof  a  defective  taste,  or  a  solicitude  to  shine  ;  but  the  produce  of  a  fancy \nover  creative,  always  exuberant,  and  exerting  its  powers  more  easily  in \nthis  manner  than  in  any  other.  To  speak  and  write  as  he  actually \nspoke  and  wrote,  was  only  to  permit  the  thoughts  and  images  which \nfirst  offered  themselves  to  flow  from  his  lips  or  his  pen. \n\n\"Mr.  Ames  was  distinguished  by  a  remarkable  and  very  amiable  sim- \nplicity of  character.  In  circles  where  any  man  would  have  thought  it \nan  honor  to  shine,  and  where  he  always  shone  with  superior  lustre,  he \nappeared  entirely  to  forget  himself,  and  to  direct  all  his  observations  to \nthe  entertainment  of  the  company,  and  the  elucidation  of  the  subject. \nWhenever  he  conversed,  it  was  impossible  to  fail  of  receiving  both \ninstruction  and  delight.  But  the  instruction  flowed  not  from  the  pride \nof  talents,  or  the  ambition  of  being  brilliant.  Whatever  was  the  field \nof  thought,  he  expanded  it ;  whatever  was  the  theme  of  discussion,  he \ngave  it  new  splendor.  But  the  manner  in  which  he  did  both  showed \nirresistibly  that  they  were  the  most  ob\\ious  and  the  least  laborious \nemployments  of  such  a  fancy.  His  sense  of  rectitude,  both  public \nand  personal,  was  not  only  exact,  but  delicate  and  exquisite.  His \npatriotism  was  glowing.  Eminent  as  he  was  among  those  who  were \nmost  eminent,  I  should  more  strongly  covet  his  private  character;\"  and \nPresident  Allen  says  of  Ames,  he  compelled  assent  more  by  striking \nallusions  than  by  regular  deductions,  and  for  charms  of  conversation \nwas  unequalled.  Ames  was  opposed  to  democracy,  as  it  would  end  in \nmonarchy ;  and  was  an  ardent  advocate  of  the  Federal  party,  as  being \nthe  shield  of  our  constitution. \n\nThough  the  professional  brethren  of  Fisher  Ames  held  him  in  the \nhighest  respect,  they  concurred  with  President  Kirkland,  who  prepared \nthe  biography  prefixed  to  his  collected  works,  that  he  was  more  adapted \nfor  the  senate  than  the  bar.     It  was  easy  and  delightful  to  him  to  illus- \n\n\nFISHER   AMES.  295 \n\ntrate  by  a  picture,  but  painful  and  laborious  to  prove  by  a  diagram. \nHe  was  a  man  of  purest  morals,  of  most  amiable  disposition,  and  most \nsincerely  beloved  by  his  friends,  among  whom  were  some  of  the  most \neminent  men  of  that  day.  He  was  graphically  sketched  by  Sullivan, \n\"  as  above  the  middle  stature,  and  well  formed.  His  features  were  not \nstrongly  marked.  His  forehead  was  neither  high  nor  expansive.  His \neyes  Avere  blue  and  of  middling  size,  his  mouth  handsome,  his  hair \nblack,  and  short  on  the  forehead,  and  in  his  latter  years  unpowdered. \nHe  was  very  erect,  and  when  speaking  he  raised  his  head,  or  rather  his \nchin,  with  the  most  projected  part  of  his  face.  His  face  had  a  most \ncomplacent  expression  when  he  was  speaking  ;  and  when  he  meant  to \nbe  severe,  it  was  seen  in  good-natured  sarcasm,  rather  than  in  ill-natured \nwords.  It  was  said  that  the  beautiful  productions  of  his  pen  were  the \nfirst  Sowings  of  his  mind,  and  hardly  corrected  for  the  press.  His  life \nis  supposed  to  have  been  shortened  by  his  excessive  anxiety  about  his \ncountry.  Many  of  his  predictions  have  been  realized,  and  some  of \nthem  in  his  lifetime.  His  air,  manner  and  countenance,  were  those \nof  an  honest  and  sincere  man.  The  condition  of  the  country  furnishes \nabundant  proof  that  he  was,  politically,  a  wise  man.  All  his  mournful \nprophecies  seem  to  be  in  the  course  of  fulfilment.\" \n\nFisher  Ames  once  said  :  \"If  every  gravestone  of  a  departed  repub- \nlic bore  a  lesson  of  wisdom  and  warning,  the  democrats  would  shut  their \neyes  rather  than  look  upon  it.  They  have  no  idea  of  any  principles, \nexcepting  their  extremes  when  they  are  no  longer  principles;\"  and, \nin  bis  Dangers  of  American  Liberty,  he  asserts  \"it  never  happened \nin  the  world,  and  it  never  will,  that  a  democracy  has  been  kept  out  of \nthe  control  of  the  fiercest  and  most  turbulent  spirits  in  the  society. \nThey  breathe  into  it  all  their  own  fury,  and  make  it  subservient  to  the \nwoi'st  designs  of  the  worst  men  ; \"  and  in  another  paragraph  exclaims  : \n\"All  history  lies  open  for  our  warning, —  open  like  a  church-yard, \nall  whose  lessons  are  solemn,  and  chiselled  for  eternity  in  the  hard \nstone;  —  lessons  that  whisper, —  0  !  that  they  could  thunder  to  repub- \nlics,— '  Your  passions  and  your  vices  forbid  you  to  be  free  ! '  \" \n\nUpon  one  occasion.  Judge  Story  related  the  following  anecdote  in \nrelation  to  three  great  men.  \"  Samuel  Dexter,\"  said  he,  \"was  one \nof  those  men  whom,  as  was  said  of  Burke,  if  you  should  meet  on  a \nrainy  day  beneath  a  shed,  you  would  at  once  distinguish  as  a  great \nman.  A  few  moments'  conversation  Avith  Mr.  Dexter  showed  this ; \nand  I  remember  that  when  I  first  met  him,  not  knowing  who  he  was,  I \n\n\n296  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nstared  in  ■wonderment, —  and  yet  his  mind  was  rather  of  a  brilliant \nshade  than  a  great  one.  Mr.  Dexter  was  once  in  company  with  Fisher \nAmes  and  Chief  Justice  Marshall.  The  latter  commenced  a  conver- \nsation, or  rather  an  opinion  (for  he  was  almost  solus  in  the  dialogue), \nwhich  lasted  some  three  hours.  On  breaking  up,  the  two  former  com- \nmenced, on  their  way  homeward,  praising  the  depth  and  learning  of \ntheir  noble  host.  Said  Ames,  after  a  short  talk,  '  To  confess  the \ntruth,  Dexter,  I  have  not  understood  a  word  of  his  argument  for  half \nan  hour.'  'And  I,'  good-humoredly  rejoined  Dexter,  'have  been  out \nof  my  depth  for  an  hour  and  a  half  \" \n\nIn  Felt's  Memorials  of  William  S.  Shaw,  we  find  it  stated  by  Hannah \nAdams,  in  a  letter  to  Mr.  Shaw,  that  in  the  year  1790  she  sent  a \npetition  to  Congress,  which  Mr.  Ames  presented  at  her  request,  for  a \ngeneral  laAv  to  be  passed  which  would  secure  to  authors  the  exclusive \nright  of  their  publications.  We  find,  on  turning  to  the  laws  of  Con- \ngress, that  this  act,  which  is  entitled  an  act  for  the  encouragement  of \nlearning,  etc.,  was  established  on  the  31st  of  May,  1790. \n\nThe  following  incident  regarding  Fisher  Ames  is  worthy  of  record. \nThere  lived  in  Dedham  a  farmer  of  great  natural  wit  and  smartness  of \nrepartee, —  one  Joseph  Kingsbury, —  who  had  a  great  partiality  for  Mr. \nAmes,  yet  would  never  let  pass  an  opportunity  of  showing  his  tact,  even \nat  the  expense  of  his  friend.  A  town-meeting  was  held,  at  which  Mr. \nAmes  made  an  eloquent  speech.  Kingsbury,  in  his  dirty  frock  and \ntrousers,  had  taken  a  seat  in  the  adjoining  pew ;  and  no  sooner  had  our \norator  finished,  than  he  rose  and  said,  \"  Mr.  Moderator,  my  brother \nAmes'  eloquence  reminds  me  of  nothing  but  the  shining  of  a  fire-fly, \nwhich  gives  just  light  enough  to  show  its  own  insignificance;\"  and \ndown  he  sat,  having  thus,  at  a  blow,  by  exciting  the  risibles  of  the \naudience,  defeated  the  efi'ect  of  Mr.  Ames'  eloquence. \n\nIn  public  speaking,  Fisher  Ames  trusted  much  to  excitement,  and \ndid  little  more  in  his  closet  than  draw  the  outlines  of  his  speech  and \nreflect  on  it,  till  he  had  received  deeply  the  impressions  he  intended  to \nmake ;  depending  for  the  turns  and  figures,  says  Kirkland,  of  lan- \nguage, illustrations,  and  modes  of  appeal  to  the  passions,  on  his  imag- \nination and  feelings  at  the  time.  This  excitement  continued,  when  the \ncause  had  ceased  to  operate.  After  debate,  his  mind  was  agitated  like \nthe  ocean  after  a  storm,  and  his  nerves  were  like  the  shrouds  of  a  ship \ntorn  by  the  tempest.  When  Washington  died,  he  pronounced  his \neulogy  before  the  State  Legislature.     This  performance,  though  it \n\n\nFISHER  AMES.  297 \n\ncontains  touches  of  real  pathos,  is  less  impassioned  than  might  at  first \nbe  expected.  The  numerous  funeral  honors  paid  to  the  memory  of  this \nbeloved  man  had  already  made  a  great  demand  on  the  public  sensibil- \nity. Mr.  Ames  chose  rather  to  dAvell  on  the  political  events  and  acts \nwhich  illustrated  his  character,  than  merely  to  draw  tears  for  his  loss ; \nand  it  abounds  in  accurate  disci'imination  and  sententious  wisdom. \n\nFrom  his  knowledge  of  affairs,  says  Kirkland,  and  his  confidential \nstanding  with  those  who  were  principals  in  effecting  a  measure  regard- \ning the  pubhc  credit,  he  might  have  made  himself  a  gainer,  along  with \nthe  public,  by  the  funding  system.  But  he  consulted  his  lively  sense \nof  reputation  by  a  scrupulous  abstinence  from  participating  in  this \nadvantage.  He  observed  upon  a  calumny,  which  was  uttered  not \nbecause  it  was  deserved,  but  because  it  might  be  believed,  \"  I  have  too \ngood  proofs  of  the  want  of  property  for  surmise  to  the  contrary  to  have \nweight ;  I  have  much  more  occasion  to  justify  myself  to  my  family  for \nbeing  poor,  than  to  repel  the  charge  by  being  rich.\"  His  delicate \nmind  and  amiable  temper  made  the  contests  of  his  public  station  often \nirksome.  Though  he  did  not  allow  himself  to  complain,  yet  he  some- \ntimes felt  these  irritations  with  much  sensibility.  \"  The  value  of \nfriends,\"  he  observes,  \"is  the  most  apparent  and  highest  rated  to \nthose  Avho  mingle  in  the  conflicts  of  political  life.  The  sharp  contests \nfor  little  points  wound  the  mind,  and  the  ceaseless  jargon  of  hypocrisy \noverpowers  the  faculties.  I  turn  from  scenes  which  provoke  and  dis- \ngust me,  to  the  contemplation  of  the  interest  I  have  in  private  life,  and \nto  the  pleasures  of  society  with  those  friends  whom  I  have  so  much \nreason  to  esteem.\" \n\nFisher  Ames  was  a  devoted  member  of  the  Episcopal  church  in \nDedham,  and  ever  entered  with  spirit  and  devotion  into  the  service,  Iby \naudibly  responding  in  the  litany  and  gloria  patri.  He  observed  to  a \nfriend,  one  day,  after  reading  \"  Nelson  on  the  Fasts  and  Feasts,\"  that \nhe  admired  the  church,  though  he  would  wish  to  be  understood  that  he \ndid  not  consider  all  those  holy  days  to  be  essential.  It  was  observed \nto  him  that  the  Episcopal  church  differed  very  widely  from  the  Con- \ngregational platform,  in  her  ordination,  government,  and  mode  of  wor- \nship. He  replied  :  \"  The  difference  is  what  I  like,  and  for  which  I  give \nthe  church  the  preference.\"  He  directed  his  parish  taxes  to  be  paid  to \nthe  rector  of  the  Episcopal  church,  whom  he  requested,  during  his  last \nillness,  to  come  to  his  house  and  have  the  church  service,  and  make  it \nfamiliar  to  his  family.     On  the  Christmas  eve  of  1807,  he  had  his \n\n\n298  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   OB^ATORS. \n\nhouse  decorated  with  green  boughs,  and  made  some  beautiful  observa- \ntions on  that  ancient  custom,  which  has  become  as  venerable  by  age  as \nthe  church  catechism.  Some  time  after  he  was  a  member  of  the \nchurch,  one  Madam  Sprague  proposed  to  dispose  of  her  pew  in  the \nCongregational  church  at  a  very  low  rate,  and  which  was  the  best \npew  in  the  house.  He  replied  to  her  that  he  did  not  desire  it.  She \nthen  said,  \"  If  they  build  a  new,  splendid  meeting-house,  Mr.  Ames,  I \npresume  you  will  return  to  the  old  society.\"  On  Avhich  he  gravely \nreplied  :  \"  No,  madam  :  if  they  erect  a  meeting-house  of  silver,  and \nline  it  with  gold,  and  give  me  the  best  pew  in  it,  I  shall  go  to  the \nEpiscopal  church.\" \n\nIn  the  poem  by  John  Pierpont,  recited  at  the  celebration  of  the \nNewburyport  Washington  Benevolent  Society,  Oct.  27,  1812,  appears \nthis  glowing  tribute  to  Fisher  Ames  : \n\n' '  Then  a  bright  spirit,  free  from  every  vice \nAs  was  the  rose  that  bloomed  in  Paradise,  — \nA  zeal  as  warm  to  see  his  country  blest \nAs  lived  iu  Cato's  or  Lycurgus'  breast ; \nA  flincy  chaste  and  vigorous  as  strong \nTo  holy  themes  Isaiah's  hallowed  tongue  ; \nAnd  strains  as  eloquent  as  Zion  heard, \nWhen,  on  his  golden  harp,  her  royal  bard \nWaked  to  a  glow  devotion's  dying  flames, \nFlowed  from  the  lips  and  warmed  the  soul  of  Ames. \nLike  Memnon's  harp,  that  breathed  a  mournful  tone \nWhen  on  its  strings  the  rays  of  morning  shone. \nThat  stainless  spirit,  on  approaching  night. \nWas  touched  and  saddened  by  prophetic  light ; \nAnd,  as  the  vision  to  his  view  was  given. \nThat  spirit  sunk,  and,  sighing,  fled  to  heaven.\" \n\n\nTIMOTHY   BIGELOW. \n\nFEB.  11,  1800.     EULOGY  ON  WASHINGTON.     FOR  THE  MASSACHUSETTS  GRAND \n\nLODGE. \n\n\"  His  administration  was  a  satire  on  those  who  are  born  to  rule,\" \nsays  Mr.  Bigelow.  \"  Making  the  general  good  the  sole  object  of  his \npursuit,  and  carefully  distinguishing  the  attention  which  was  due  from \n\n\nTIMOTHY   BIGELO^r.  299 \n\nhim  as  an  individual  to  the  claims  of  relation  and  friendship,  from  the \nduties  he  owed  to  the  public,  he  never  yielded  to  the  influence  of \nprivate  partiahty,  nor  stooped  to  the  low  policy  of  aggrandizing  his \nfamily  by  the  gifts  of  office.     He  bestowed  employments  on  those  only \nwho  added  to   integrity  the  qualities   necessary  to  discharge   them. \nPatient  in  investigation,  and  cautious  in  research,  he  formed  his  reso- \nlutions with  deliberation,  and  executed  them  with  decision.     Conscious \nof  the  purity  of  his  motives,  and  satisfied  with  the  propriety  of  his \ndeterminations, —  daily  estimating,  also,  the  sacred  duty  of  maintaining \nthe  constitutional  rights  of  his  office, —  he  was  not  to  be  soothed  into \ndishonorable  compliance  by  the  blandishments  of  flattery,  nor  diverted \nfrom  his  purposes  by  the  terror  of  numbers,  or  the  imposing  weight  of \npublic  character.     When  a  revolution,  unprecedented  in  its  kind,  had \ninvolved  the  European  world  in  confusion,    and  the   flame   of  war \nwas  spreading  into  other  quarters  of  the  globe,  neither  the  insidious \nattempts  of  the  emissaries  of  France,  nor  the  treacherous  arts  of  her \nAmerican  adherents,  could  induce  him  to  hazard  our  quiet.     Though \nhimself  a  soldier,  and  equal  to  the  emergencies  of  war,  he  perceived \nnot  only  the  true  interests  of  his  country,  but  justice  and  humanity, \nenjoined  a  continuance  of  peace.     He  therefore  wisely  adjusted  the \nmisunderstandings  Avhich  threatened  our  tranquillity,  and  resolved  on \na  strict  neutrality.     Our  own  experience,  and  the  events  which  have \nsince  transpired  in  other  countries,  have  fully  justified  the  measure. \nYet,  strange  to  tell,  disappointed  faction,  despairing  of  success  in  an \nimpeachment  of  his  discernment  or  understanding,  has  dared  here  to \narraign  the  purity  of  his  motives.     Circumstances  seem  to  have  placed \nhim  beyond  the  reach  of  suspicion.     His  wealth  was  more  than  suf- \nficient for  all  the  purposes  of  splendid  enjoyment :  he  had  no  posterity \nto  inherit  hereditary  honors ;  and  he  was  surelj^  too  wise  not  to  know \nthat  a  crown  would  tarnish  his  glory, —  that  his  own  reputation  was  ~ \ninseparably  connected  with  the  prosperity  of  his  country, —  that  his \nfame  would  mount  no  higher  than  her  eagle  could  soar.     What  more \nthan  he  possessed  could  ambition  pant  for  7     What  further  had  the \nworld  to  bestow  '?****     Animated  with  a  generous  pliilan- \nthropy,  our  deceased  brother  early  sought  admission  into  our  ancient \nand  honorable  fraternity,  at  once  to  enable  him  to  cherish  with  advan- \ntage this  heavenly  principle,  and  enlarge  the  sphere  of  its  operation. \nHe  cultivated  our  art  with  sedulous  attention,   and  never   lost   an \nopportunity  of  advancing  the  interest  or  promoting  the  honor  of  the \n\n\n300  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncraft.  While  commander-in-chief  of  the  American  Revolutionary \narmy,  he  countenanced  the  establishment  and  encouraged  the  labors \nof  a  travelling  lodge  among  the  military.  He  wisely  considered  it  as \na  school  of  urbanity,  well  calculated  to  disseminate  those  mild  virtues \nof  the  heart  so  ornamental  to  the  human  character,  and  so  peculiarly \nuseful  to  correct  the  ferocity  of  soldiers,  and  alleviate  the  miseries  of \nwar.  The  cares  of  his  high  office  engrossed  too  much  of  his  time \nto  admit  of  his  engaging  in  the  duties  of  the  chair ;  yet  he  found \nfrequent  opportunities  to  visit  the  lodge,  and  thought  it  no  derogation \nfrom  his  dignity  there  to  stand  on  a  level  with  the  brethren.  True  to \nour  principles  on  all  occasions,  an  incident  once  occurred  which  enabled \nhim  to  display  their  influence  to  his  foes.  A  body  of  American  troops, \nin  some  successful  rencounter  with  the  enemy,  possessed  themselves, \namong  other  booty,  of  the  jewels  and  furniture  of  a  British  travelling \nlodge  of  Masons.  This  property  was  directed  by  the  commander-in- \nchief  to  be  returned,  under  a  flag  of  truce,  to  its  former  proprietors, \naccompanied  with  a  message,  purporting  that  the  Americans  did  not \nmake  war  upon  institutions  of  benevolence.\" \n\nAYe  find  a  highly  independent  and  dignified  passage  in  the  oration \nof  Mr.  Eigelow,  pronounced  for  the  Washington  Benevolent  Society, \nthat  deserves  to  be  perpetuated  :  \"  Thanks  be  to  God,  we  still  retain \nthe  right  of  expressing  our  opinions  !  Nor  will  we  ever  surrender  it. \nIt  is  our  inheritance.  For  let  it  be  remembered  that  our  ancestors, \nfrom  the  moment  of  their  first  landing  on  these  shores,  were  always \nfree ;  that  their  resistance  to  Great  Britain  was  not  so  much  the \neffect  of  actual  suffering,  as  of  apprehension  of  approacliing  danger. \nIt  was  not  the  resistance  of  slaves,  but  of  those  who  were  determined \nnever  to  become  such.  It  is  proverbial,  in  our  country,  that  Boston \nis  the  cradle  of  liberty.  It  is  not  so  much  her  cradle  as  her  asylum  ; \nnot  so  much  her  place  of  nurture  as  her  citadel.  If  this  were  her \nbirth-place,  she  must  have  been  produced  at  once,  as  Minerva  is  said \nto  have  sprung  forth  from  the  brain  of  Jupiter,  full-grown  and  com- \nplete in  armor.  Except  a  short  exile  at  the  commencement  of  the \nRevolution,  this  always  was,  and  I  trust  always  will  be,  her  favorite \nabode.\" \n\nCol.  Timothy,  the  father  of  Hon.  Timothy  Bigelow,  married  Anna \nAndrews,  of  Worcester,  an  orphan,  July  7, 1762.  He  was  an  intrepid \nadherent  of  the  cause  of  the  Revolution ;  and,  after  the  battle  of  Lex- \nington, with  the  assistance  of  General  Warren,  effected  the  removal \n\n\nTIMOTHY  BIGELOW.  301 \n\nof  the  printing-press  and  the  materials  of  the  printing-office  of  the  Mas- \nsachusetts Spy,  a  decided  Whig  paper,  conducted  by  Isaiah  Thomas, \nfounder  of  the  American  Antiquarian  Society,  incorporated  in  1812. \nThey  were  conveyed  across  Charles  River  to  Lechmere  Point,  thence \nto  Worcester,  and  deposited  in  the  dwelhng-house  of  Col.  Bigelow, \n■where  the  operations  of  this  patriot  paper  were  boldly  executed. \nDuring  the  Revolution,  many  towns  voted  that  they  would  have  no \nslaves ;  and  it  is  related  of  Col.  Bigelow,  that,  when  sohcited  to  make \nsale  of  a  slave  whom  he  owned,  he  replied  that,  \"  while  fighting  for \nliberty,  he  would  never  be  guilty  of  selling  slaves.\"  Col.  Bigelow,  then \na  major,  was  captured  in  the  attack  on  Quebec,  when  Montgomery \nAvas  killed.  In  1777  he  became  a  colonel  in  the  continental  army, \nand  assisted  in  the  capture  of  Burgoyne.  He  was  active  at  Saratoga, \nValley  Forge,  and  West  Point.  After  the  war,  he  was  appointed  to \nthe  command  of  the  national  arsenal  at  Springfield,  and  died  March \n31,  1790,  aged  51. \n\nHon.  Timothy  Bigelow,  the  second  son  of  six  children,  was  born  at \nWorcester,  April  30,  1767.  His  elementary  education  was  at  the \npublic  school  of  his  native  town ;  but  the  perils  of  the  war  suspending \nschool  operations,  he  entered  the  office  of  Thomas'  Spy,  where  he  was \noccupied  during  two  years,  in  which  period  Benjamin  Russell  was  also \nemployed  in  the  same  office.  In  1778  he  became  a  pupil^of  Rev. \nJoseph  Pope,  of  Spencer,  and  was  finally  prepared  for  college  under \nthe  care  of  Hon.  Samuel  Dexter.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  Colleo-e \nin  1786,  and  on  commencement  day  he  took  part  in  a  forensic  dispute, \nwhether  religious  disputation  promotes  the  interest  of  true  piety. \nMr.  Bigelow  engaged  in  the  study  of  law,  under  the  guidance  of  Levi \nLincoln,  senior,  at  Worcester.  Previous  to  entering  college,  he  first \nengaged  in  classical  studies  under  the  care  of  Benjamin,  son  of  Gen. \nBenjamin  Lincoln,  of  Hingham.  Among  his  fellow-com.panions  pre- \nparing for  the  bar,  were  Judge  Edward  Bangs.  Joseph  Dennie,  the \nessayist,  and  Theophilus  Wheeler.  The  insurrection  of  Shays  occur- \nring in  1786,  these  young  patriots  threw  aside  Blackstone  and  the  dry \nstudy  of  law,  and  shouldered  their  muskets,  and  marched  to  Petersham \nas  volunteers,  to  thwart  the  treasonable  designs  of  the  reckless  rebels, \nwho  were  soon  defeated.  In  1789  Mr.  Bigelow  entered  on  the  prac- \ntice of  law  at  Groton,  in  Massachusetts.  In  1806  he  removed  to \nMedford,  and  practised  law  in  Boston.  He  was  of  the  State  Legisla- \nture during  more  than  twenty  years.  He  was  Speaker  of  the  House \n26 \n\n\n802  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n(luring  eleven  years.     He  was  a  State  Senator  during  four  years,  and \nof  the  Executive  Council  during  two  years. \n\nIn  the  popular  period  of  Freemasonry,  Mr.  Bigelow  presided  during \ntwo  triennial  terms  at  the  head  of  the  Grand  Lodge  of  Massachusetts ; \nand,  in  that  capacity,  with  a  splendid  escort  of  craftsmen,  in  the  year \n1808,  made  a  journey  to  Portland,  for  the  instalment  of  officers  of  the \nGrand  Lodge  of  Maine.  He  was  a  member  of  the  American  Academy \nof  Arts  and  Sciences,  and  vice-president  of  the  American  Antiquarian \nSociety.  He  was  an  originator  of  the  institution  of  Middlesex  Hus- \nbandmen. His  devoted  taste  for  horticulture  prompted  him  to  adopt  a \ntasteful  plan  of  ornamental  gardening  around  his  mansion  at  Medford, \nwhich  liis  social  spirit  made  the  seat  of  hospitality,  and  where  were \nexhibited  domestic  virtues  rendering  his  society  as  desirable  as  his \npubhc  career  was  eminent.  He  was  profoundly  endowed  with  a  knowl- \nedge of  theology,  and  was  so  well  versed  in  Greek  and  Hebrew  as  to \neasily  read  the  Scriptures  in  the  original  languages. \n\nIn  a  period  of  political  excitement.  Avhen  an  anonymous  Avriter  in \nDr.  Park's  Repertory  was  pouring  out  his  political  philippics,  inflaming \nthe  whole  State,  jNIr.  Bigelow,  having  a  great  desire  to  know  who  he \nwas,  proceeded  to  the  printing-office,  where  he  remarked  that  he  was \nsomewhat  famihar  with  case-work,  and  requested  leave  to  try  his \nhand ;  o%  Avhich,  some  manuscript  copy  was  passed  to  him,  when, \nseizing  the  composing-stick,  he  set  up  several  lines,  and  immediately \nrecognizing  the  hand-writing  as  that  of  the  famous  John  Lowell,  he \nquitted  the  office,  rejoiced  at  the  discovery. \n\nThere  are  those  li\\'ing  who  remember  the  eminent  position  sustained \nby  Mr.  Bigelow,  both  in  law  and  politics.  They  have  not  forgotten \nthe  manly  dignity  which  he  sustained  in  presiding  over  the  Legisla- \nture of  the  State ;  nor  of  his  remarkable  memory,  which  enabled  him \nto  call  all  the  seven  hundred  members  of  that  house  by  name,  on  the \nsecond  day  after  they  had  assembled ;  nor  the  unexampled  influence \nwhich  he  exercised  over  that  body  during  sessions  of  intense  political \nexcitement.  They  may  be  able  to  repeat  a  few  of  his  brilliant  sayings \nand  admirable  repartees ;  but  this  is  all  tliat  can  now  be  related  of  his \nwit,  which  ever  shone  at  the  bar  and  in  the  halls  of  legislation,  and \nenlivened  the  social  banquet,  for  wluch  he  was  not  excelled  by  any  of \nhis  associates,  of  whom  were  Strong,  Gore,  Dexter,  and  Otis.  A  few \nprinted  orations  are  all  that  inform  the  present  day  of  the  clear \nreason,  strong  logic,  and  fervid  eloquence,  which  marked  the  advocate \n\n\nTIMOTHY   BIGELOW.  303 \n\nand  the  politician,  and  which  rendered  his  control  over  juries  and \npopular  gatherings  almost  unbounded.  His  exordium  on  the  immor- \ntality of  the  soul,  in  his  oration  on  Samuel  Dana,  is  worthy  of  a  divine. \nIt  should  be  stated,  moreover,  that  several  of  his  speeches  and  reports \nare  to  be  found  in  the  papers  of  the  day,  and  may  still  be  read  by  men \nof  taste  with  applause  who  embrace  his  political  views,  and  with \nveneration  by  his  opponents.  Some  of  those  who  loved  him  best  can \ndeclare  how  honorable  was  his  legal  and  political  course,  and  how \nscrupulous  he  was  in  observing  the  duties  of  religion.  But  these \nmemorials  are  all  that  can  be  gathered  of  this  eminent  civilian :  and \nbefore  many  of  these  have  faded  away,  a  learned  scion  of  the  stock, \nthe  Rev.  Dr.  Bigclow,  would  perform  a  great  public  service  by  gath- \nering memoirs  and  remains  of  his  venerated  father,  embracing  orations, \npolitical  speeches,  and  legal  arguments  that  he  has  delivered,  to  be \npublished  in  a  permanent  form. \n\nMr.  Bigelow  was  a  ready  speaker,  and  daring  a  practice  of  thirty- \ntwo  years  he  argued  more  cases  than  any  one  of  the  profession  in  New \nEngland.  Possessing  rare  Avit,  as  we  have  said,  and  force  of  argu- \nment, with  fluent  narrative  powers,  his  society  was  endeared  to  all  that \nknew  him.  His  figure  was  tall,  and  courtesy  graced  his  manners. \nHe  was  an  ardent  friend  of  the  old  Federal  party.  His  oration  for \nthe  \"Washington  Benevolent  Society  is  one  of  the  best  specimens  of \npolitical  spirit  in  that  burning  period.  He  was  an  honored  member \nof  the  greatly-defamed  Hartford  Convention.  May  our  country  ever \nhave  such  men  as  Cabot,  Otis,  Bliss,  Dane,  Prescott,  and  Bigelow, — \nnot  forgetting  Baylies,  Thomas,  Waldo,  Lyman,  Wilde,  and  Longfel- \nlow !  The  gathering  of  this  venerable  convocation  was  the  principal \nmeans  of  hastening  the  peace  with  Great  Britain,  and  the  contest \nadvanced  the  glory  of  the  nation. \n\nMr.  Bigelow  married  Lucy,  daughter  of  Judge  Oliver  Prescott,  of \nGroton,  September,  1791.  His  children  were,  Katharine,  who  mar- \nried Hon.  Abbott  Lawrence,  minister  at  the  court  of  St.  James.  Ptev. \nDr.  Andre^v,  formerly  of  jNIedford  and  Taunton,  minister  at  large  for \nBoston,  and  author  of  Leaves  of  a  Journal  in  North  Britain  and \nIreland,  also  Notes  of  Travels  in  Sicily  and  j\\Ialta;  whose  life  of \nphilanthropy  will  sweeten  his  last  days.  Hon.  John  Prescott,  for- \nmerly Secretary  of  State,  of  the  Executive  Council,  and  Mayor  of \nBoston,  elected  in  1849.  When  at  the  festival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  on \nthe  centennial  celebration  of  the  settlement  of  Boston,  September  IT. \n\n\n304  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n1830,  Mayor  Bigelow  gave  the  forthcoming  sentiment:  \"  The  two \nmost  celebrated  cradles  in  history,—  the  cradle  of  Hercules,  and  thia \nold  Cradle  of  Liberty  :  Both  memorable  for  the  energy  of  their  infant \noccupants  in  resisting  the  emissaries  of  oppression.\"  Edward,  a \nbrother  beloved,  who  died  in  1838  ;  Francis,  a  merchant  of  Boston ; \nand  two  daughters,  one  of  whom  married  Henry  Stevens,  Esq.,  a \nmerchant  of  New  York.  Hon.  Timothy  Bigelow  died  in  Medford, \nMay  18,  1821. \n\n\nJOHN   DAVIS. \n\n\nFEB.  19,  1800.     EULOGY  ON  WASHINGTON.     FOR  THE  AMERICAN  ACADEMY \n\nOF  ARTS  AND  SCIENCES. \n\nWas  born  at  Plymouth,  Jan.  25, 1761.    Graduated  at  Harvard  Col- \nIcf^e  in  1781 ;  and  when  he  took  his  degree,  his  theme  was  a  poem  on \n'•  Commencement.\"     He  became  teacher  in  the  family  of  Gen.  Joseph \nOtis,  a  brother  of  the  patriot.     He  prepared  for  the  bar  under  the \ndirection  of  Benjamin,  a  son  of  General  Benjamin  Lincoln,  and  com- \npleted under  Oakes  Angier,  Esq.,  of  Bridgewater.     He  married  Ellen \nWatson,  June  7,  1786,  and  Avas  elected  as  a  delegate  to  the  convention \non  the  adoption  of  the  federal  constitution  in  1788,  and  last  of  the \nsurvivors.     Was  a   senator   for  Plymouth  county  in  1795,    and   a \nComptroller  of  the  United  States  Treasury  in  1795.     Was  appointed \nby  Washington  U.  S.  District  Attorney  for  Massachusetts.     In  1801 \nhe  was  appointed  by  President  Adams  a  judge  of  the  U.  S.  District \nCourt  for  this  State.     Was  counsellor  of  the  American  Academy  of \nArts  and  Sciences,  and  member  of  that  institution,  and  of  the  Massa- \nchusetts Historical  Society,  from  their  foundation.     Judge  Davis  was \ntreasurer  of  Harvard  University,  member  of  the  corporation  and  board \nof  overseers  of  that  college,  and  member  of  the  N.  E.  Genealogical \nHistorical   Society.     He  was  also  a  delegate  to  the  Massachusetts \nconvention  on  revising  the  State  constitution,  in  1820.     He  devised \nthe  city  seal,  Avith  this  inscription,  adopted  by  Boston  on  its  incorpora- \ntion, Feb.  23,  1822  :  \"  As  with  our  fathers,  so  may  God  be  with  us.\" \nJudge  Davis  resigned  his  station  as  district  judge  of  U.  S.  Court, \n\n\nJOHN  DAVIS.  305 \n\nJuly,  1841,  on  which  occasion  he  said  to  the  court,  ''  It  is  painful  to \nemploy  the  solemn  word  dissolved.  Our  official  connection  will  cease ; \nbut  reciprocal  esteem  and  good-will  will,  I  trust,  remain  in  continued \nexercise.\"  Judge  Davis  was  present  at  the  festival  in  Fancuil  Hall  on \nthe  centennial  celebration  of  the  settlement  of  Boston,  on  which  occasion \nhe  advanced  the  following  sentiment,  \"History  and  poetry, —  Black- \nstone's  spring  and  the  Pierian  spring :  '  To  keep  the  Pilgrims' \nmemory  green,'  Boston  is  satisfied.\"  This  occurred  after  the  delivery \nof  the  oration  by  Quincy,  and  the  poem  by  Sprague. \n\nJudge  Davis  was  one  of  the  most  profound  antiquarians  in  New \nEngland.  His  learned  notes  to  Morton's  New  England  Memorial  have \ndone  more  to  incite  research  into  the  history  of  the  Pilgrim  Fathers  than \nany  other  work.  It  created  a  new  era  in  antiquarian  lore ;  and,  had  he \npossessed  the  active  vigor  of  Camden  of  Old  England,  he  would  have \nbeen  his  rival  in  New  England. \n\nOn  the  occasion  of  a  dinner  party,  at  which  Judge  Story  and  others \neminent  in  the  legal  profession  were  present,  the  conversation  turned \nupon  the  comparative  advantages  of  the  different  periods  of  life. \nSome  preferred  for  enjoyment  youth  and  manhood ;  others  ascribed \nmore  satisfactions  to  old  age.  When  the  opinion  of  Judge  Davis  was \nasked,  he  said,  with  his  usual  calm  simplicity  of  manner,  \"  In  the \nwarm  season  of  the  year,  it  is  my  delight  to  be  in  the  country ;  and, \nevery  pleasant  evening  while  I  am  there,  I  love  to  sit  at  the  window, \nand  look  upon  some  beautiful  trees  which  grow  near  my  house.  The \nmurmuring  of  the  wind  through  the  branches,  the  gentle  play  of  the \nleaves,  and  the  flickering  of  hght  upon  them  when  the  moon  is  up,  fill \nme  with  indescribable  pleasure.  As  the  autumn  comes  on,  I  feel  very \nsad  to  sec  these  leaves  falling,  one  by  one  ;  but  when  they  are  all  gone, \nI  find  that  they  were  only  a  screen  before  my  eyes  ;  for  I  experience \na  new  and  higher  satisfaction,  as  I  gaze  through  the  naked  branches  at \nthe  glorious  stars  beyond.\" \n\nThe  following  version  of  Judge  Davis'  sentiment  on  the  autumn  of \nlife,  is  from  the  hand  of  Allen  C.  Spooner,  Esq. : \n\n\"  Before  my  door,  iu  summer's  heat, \n\nProudly  the  elms  their  branches  spread  ; \nCool  verdure  sprang  beneath  my  feet, \n\nAnd  shadows  played  around  my  head  ; \nJoyful  I  passed  the  sultry  hours, \nAnd  mocked  the  sun's  meridian  power. \n\n26* \n\n\n306  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATOKS. \n\n\"  But  when,  with  withering  hand,  the  frost \nShrivelled  the  leaves,  and,  gaunt  and  bare, \nTheir  naked  arms  the  elm-trees  tossed, \n*    While  autumn  tempests  rent  the  air, \nI  mourned  the  summer's  glories  fled. \nAnd  copious  tears  of  sadness  shed. \n\n\"  When  winter  came,  and,  cold  and  still. \n\nThe  ice-king  forged  his  frozen  chain. \nAnd  over  snow-clad  vale  and  hill \n\nMidnight  assumed  her  solemn  reign. \nForth-looking  from  my  window-bars. \nThrough  the  stripped  limbs  I  saw  the  stars. \n\n\"  Thus  earthly  loves,  like  summer  leaves. \n\nGladden,  but  intercept  our  view  ; \nBut  when  bereft,  the  spirit  grieves. \n\nAnd  hopes  are  crushed,  and  comforts  few. \nLo  !  in  the  depth  of  sorrow's  night \nBeams  forth  from  far  celestial  light.\" \n\nJudge  Davis  once  said  :  \"In  the  happy  country  which  we  inhabit, \nwe  find  from  its  earliest  history  principles  of  polity  and  rules  of  conduct \nhave  prevailed  that  give  it  an  honorable  rank  among  the  nations,  and \nto  which  our  unexampled  growth  and  prosperity  must,  in  a  degree,  be \nascribed.  In  its  infant  condition,  a  sober  regard  to  the  happiness  of \nmen,  through  the  Avhole  of  their  existence,  distinguished  its  illustrious \nfounders.  Their  scrupulous  care  to  render  satisfaction  for  a  scanty  por- \ntion of  grain  which  the  erratic  savage  had  left  buried  in  the  sand  mani- \nfests their  delicate  regaixl  to  justice.  And  when  we  follow  a  Winslow \ntraveUing  through  the  wilderness  to  visit  the  sick  sachem  Masassoit. \nwe  behold  an  amiable  example  of  that  mercy  which  droppcth  as  the \ngentle  dew  from  heaven.  *  Faithful  to  ourselves,'  said  the  revered \nWashington,  '  we  have  violated  no  obligations  to  others.'  \"  In  allu- \nsion to  the  spirit  of  American  social  polity,  Judge  Davis  remarked,  at \nanother  time,  \"Onward,  ever  onward,  more  tnarjoruin  in  the  march \nof  improvement  and  advancement  of  human  happiness.\" \n\nHow  inexpressibly  beautiful  was  his  own  estimation  of  old  age  ! \nSimplicity  and  truthfulness,  says  Dr.  Francis,  were  essential  elements \nof  his  whole  being.  No  provocation  could  tempt  him  to  be  unjust  to \nany  person  or  subject.  The  evenness  of  his  mind  and  the  serenity  of \nhis  spirit  had  a  sedative  effect  on  the  ruffled  feelings  of  others.  The \nvery  atmosphere  of  his  presence  was  a  restraint  on  impetuosity.  He \ndied  Jan.  14,  1847. \n\n\nJOSEPH    HALL.  307 \n\nJOSEPH   HALL. \n\nJULY  4,  1800.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nJoseph  Hall  was  born  April  26, 1761,  in  Portland-street,  Boston ; \ngraduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1T81 ;  student  at  law  with  Col. \nBenjamin  Hichborn,  and  married  Anna  Adams  in  1787  ;  be  married \na  second  time,  Sarah,  a  daughter  of  Ellis  Gray.  On  the  evening  of \nthe  march  of  the  British  regulars  upon  Lexington  and  Concord,  he \nwas  despatched  by  his  father  to  Roxbury,  in  order  to  convey  mtelH- \ngence  to  General  Warren  of  the  intended  attack.  His  father  had \nlearned  at  that  early  period  the  purpose  for  which  the  troops  were \nmustering,  through  a  domestic  in  the  family,  who  was  intimate  with \none  of  the  nurses  employed  in  the  mihtary  hospital  near  the  family \nresidence,  in  Portland-street.  In  1786  Mr.  Hall  was  an  aid  to  Major \nGeneral  Brooks,  in  Shays'  Insurrection.  In  1788  he  was  a  member \nof  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company.  He  was  a  Boston \nrepresentative.  In  1818  he  was  appointed  High  Sheriff  of  Suflfolk. \nIn  1825  he  succeeded  Judge  Dawes  as  judge  of  Suffolk  Probate, \nwhich  station  he  resigned  in  1836.  Judge  Hall  died  April  15, \n1848. \n\nA  prominent  feature  in  the  character  of  Judge  Hall  was  a  manly \nand  decided  honesty,  which  was  exhibited  in  a  striking  incident.  The \ntreaty  Avith  Great  Britain,  conducted  by  John  Jay,  was,  like  the \nMexican  treaty  of  1847,  surreptitiously  disclosed  previous  to  its \nconfirmation  in  the  Senate.  This  treaty  was  at  first  violently  con- \ntested. In  Boston  opposition  to  it  was  decided.  On  the  10th  of  July, \n1795,  a  town-meeting  was  held  at  Boston,  and,  amid  universal  enthu- \nsiasm, a  vote  was  passed  appointing  a  committee  to  report  objections  to \nthe  articles  of  the  treaty,  that  the  same  may  be  returned  to  President \nWashington.  This  committee  reported  at  an  adjourned  meeting,  held \nJuly  13  ;  and,  according  to  the  town  records,  this  report  was  unani- \nmously accepted.  The  record  is  not  strictly  correct.  One  person \nhad  the  firmness  to  oppose  their  measures, —  and  that  man  was  Joseph \nHall.  The  Rev.  S.  K.  Lothrop,  his  last  pastor,  states  tbat  he \nreceived  the  facts  from  his  own  lips.  Mr.  Hall  stood  in  the  gallery  at \nFaneuil  Hall,  and,  before  the  question  was  put,  addressed  the  audience. \nBeing  at  this  time  a  young  man  of  popular  character,  and  an  energetic \n\n\n308  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nspeaker,  he  readily  gained  listening  ears;  but  the  moment  it  was \nperceived  he  intended  to  advocate  the  treaty,  in  opposition  to  their \nproposed  measures,  he  was  overwhelmed  with  groans  and  hisses.  He \npersevered,  however,  in  stating  boldly  his  arguments  for  approving  the \ntreaty,  and  opposing  the  doings  of  the  town.  Mr.  Hall  concluded  his \nspeech  by  reprobating  a  proceeding  which  he  said  would  have  a  tend- \nency to  unsenatorize  the  Senate.  The  citizens,  excited  already  by  the \npublication  in  the  Chronicle,  were  frenzied  by  the  inflammatory  elo- \nquence of  Dr.  Jarvis,  the  unrivalled  declaimer  of  the  day,  who \ninstantly  caught  the  expression.  \"The  gentleman,\"  exclaimed  he, \n\"would  not  unsenatorize  the  Senate  :  I  will  never  consent  to  unpop- \nularize  the  people.\"  Old  Faneuil  Hall  rang  with  applauding  shouts, \nand  the  measure  was  adopted  with  acclamation.  The  public  excite- \nment was  so  strong  that  mobs  paraded  the  streets  of  Boston,  and  in \none  of  which  was  a  riotous  procession  of  watermelon  lanterns,  with  the \nintention  of  burning  John  Jay  in  effigy.  Several  of  the  boys  engaged \nin  it  declared,  when  they  were  taken  into  custody,  that  Mr.  Benjamin \nAustin,  Jr.,  had  given  them  one  shilling  and  sixpence  each  to  effect \nthis  design  ;  and  it  was  thus  celebrated  by  a  satirical  poet : \n\n\"  To  acts  of  bribery  it  belongs  the  prize, \nLet  my  bold  fete  of  yesternight  suffice, \nWhen  half  the  school-boys  in  the  town  I  paid, \nOur  streets  in  mob-like  phalanx  to  parade, \nA  melon  lanthorn  on  a  pole  display. \nAnd  burn  it  for  an  effigy  of  Jay.\" \n\nIn  less  than  one  year  from  that  time, — •  on  the  27th  of  April,  1796, \n—  Mr.  Hall  had  the  satisfaction  of  Avitnessing  another  town-meeting, \nso  densely  crowded  that  it  was  necessary  to  adjourn  from  Faneuil  Hall \nto  the  Old  South  Church,  at  which,  chiefly  through  the  influence  of \nan  eloquent  speech  delivered  by  Harrison  Gray  Otis,  it  was  voted, \nalmost  unanimously,  to  address  a  memorial  to  Congress,  urging  that \nbody  to  make  the  necessary  appropriations  to  fulfil  the  stipulations  of \nthe  treaty.  The  memorial  was  signed  by  thirteen  hundi-ed  citizens  of \nBoston.  At  this  finaJ  meeting  the  rolling  thunder  of  Jarvis  was \nagain  heard ;  but  a  new  and  bright  planet  blazed  through  the  darkness, \nand  dispelled  the  clouds.  Harrison  Gray  Otis  for  the  first  time  came \nbefore  the  people  on  a  political  question ;  and  they,  to  their  admiration, \ndiscovered  that  the  talent  of  popular  eloquence  was  not  a  monopoly. \n\n\nJOSEPH  HALL.  309 \n\nBishop  Cheverus,  afterwards  a  cardinal,  in  the  rapture  of  his  admira- \ntion, threw  his  arms  around  Otis,  and  while  tears  were  streaming  down \nhis  cheeks,  exclaimed,  \"Future  generations,  young  man,  will  rise  up \nand  call  thee  blessed  !  \" \n\nDr.  Charles  Jarvis  was  one  of  the  greatest  orators  that  ever  con- \ntrolled the  people  in  Fancuil  Hall.  He  was  both  vehement  and  ardent ; \nand  when  he  went  over  to  the  Jacobin  party,  the  Boston  political  poet \nthus  apostrophized,  in  the  Federal  Orrery  of  1795,  edited  by  Paine : \n\n\"  Much  I  regret  from  power  thy  forced  retreat, \nBy  Ames  out^voted,  and  by  Woodward  beat ; \nWas  it  for  this,  before  the  listening  throng. \nYou  poured  the  patriot  torrent  of  your  tongue  ? \n\n*  *  *  * \n\nThen  shall  thy  sons,  oh  goddess,  never  more \nFrom  anti-Federal  throats  their  voices  pour. \nYour  warmest  friends  will  suffer  fresh  defeat. \nAnd  Ames,  your  bitterest  foe,  retain  hLs  seat  ; \nOn  our  whole  corps  contempt  and  scandal  fall. \nAnd  universal  ruin  whelm  us  all. \n\n«  «  *  « \n\nYet  to  thyself,  regretted  Charles,  return,  — \nBid  that  warm  heart  with  nobler  passions  burn  ; \nWith  conscious  pride  those  twining  weeds  disclaim. \nThat  kill  the  laurels  of  thy  former  fame.\" \n\nThe  candidate  for  Congress,  in  opposition  to  Fisher  Ames,  besides \nSamuel  Adams,  was  Charles  Jarvis,  who,  it  is  said,  forsook  the  old \nFederal  party,  and  became  a  leader  of  the  Jefferson  party, —  an  orator \nof  tall,  fine  person,  expression  and  voice ;  fluent,  accurate  and  grax;e- \nful,  in  oratory ;  with  a  head  bald,  and  face  rather  large,  beautifully \nshaped,  an  aquiline  nose,  small,  piercing  eyes,  and  remarkably  express- \nive countenance.  He  was  characterized  by  Gardiner  as  the  Bald \nEagle  of  the  Boston  seat. \n\nDr.  Jarvis  was  accustomed  to  pause  in  his  eloquence,  when  he  had \nsaid  something  which  he  thought  impressive,  and  to  look  round  upon \nhis  audience  for  the  effect ;  and  he  never  seemed  to  fail  of  success.  It \nis  said  that,  in  early  life,  he  was  one  of  a  party  given  to  fox-hunt- \ning and  cock-fighting ;  and,  meeting  a  friend  shortly  previous  to  an \nevening  lecture,  who  inquired  if  he  should  attend  there,  Jarvis \nreplied  that  he  did  not  know  that  he  should  be  ready  in  season.  On \nthis,  a  game-cock,  which  he  had  concealed  under  his  cloak,  most  lustily \n\n\n310  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncrowed,  to  the  surprise  of  his  friend,  who  was  satisfied  that  his  mind \nwas  unfitted  for  devotion  at  that  time. \n\nHe  was  born  in  Boston  in  1748,  and  married  the  sister  of  Sir  William \nPepperell ;  was  appointed  by  Jefferson  surgeon  to  the  Marine  Hospital \nat  Charlestown  ;  in  1788  was  a  delegate  to  the  Massachusetts  convention, \nand  was  of  the  State  Legislature  until  1796.  Dr.  Jarvis  was  elected \npresident  of  the  Society  of  Republican  Citizens,  gathered  at  the  State- \nhouse  July  4, 1803,  on  which  occasion  he  gave  this  sentiment :  \"  May \nthe  light  of  Heaven  disappear,  before  the  people  of  this  country  shall \ncease  to  be  free. ' '  This  was  probably  the  first  democratic  society  in  Mas- \nsachusetts. He  was  of  ready  conception  and  acute  penetration,  highly \npopular,  until  his  opinions  on  Jay's  Treaty  and  the  French  Revolution \nleft  him  in  the  minority.  Dr.  Jarvis,  in  the  last  days  of  his  existence, \nwhen  he  had  given  up  all  hopes  of  life,  remarked,  with  composure, \nthat  he  should  not  die  like  a  certain  French  philosopher,  who  boasted \nthat  he  died  without  hope  and  without  fear :  for,  though  he  should  die \nwithout  fear,  he  should  not  die  without  hope.  Benjamin  Austin  said \nof  Charles  Jarvis,  that  he  was  a  Demosthenes  in  eloquence,  a  Cato  in \nintegrity,  a  Howard  in  philanthropy,  and  a  Sidney  in  patriotism.  It \nis  said  of  Jarvis  in  the  poem  \"  The  Demos  in  Council \"  : \n\n\"A  fairer  intellect,  more  active  mind, \nWarped  not  from  truth  and  government ; \nFor  his  tongue  dropt  manna,  and  could  sometimes \nMake  the  worse  appear  the  better  reason.\" \n\n\nCHARLES   PAINE. \n\nJULY   4,  1801,     FOR   THE   TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nCharles  Paine  was  a  son  of  Hon.  Robert  Treat  Paine,  and  born \nat  Taunton,  Aug.  30,  1776 ;  entered  the  Boston  Latin  School  in  1782 ; \ngraduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1793,  when  he  engaged  in  a  con- \nference on  the  comparative  advantages  which  have  resulted  to  mankind \nfrom  the  mariner's  compass,  gunpowder,  and  the  art  of  printing  ;  was \na  counsellor-at-law,  a  partner  of  Harrison  Gray  Otis,  and  married \nSarah,  a  daughter  of  Brig.  Gen.  Charles  Gushing,  clerk  of  the  Suffolk \n\n\nWILLIAM   EMERSON.  311 \n\ncourts.  He  delivered  an  address  for  the  Massachusetts  Charitable \nFire  Society,  in  1808.  Mr.  Paine  was  a  young  man  of  great  powers \nof  wit  and  force  of  character.  Had  he  not  died  in  early  life,  it  is \nhighly  probable  that  he  would  have  risen  to  eminence.  He  died  in \nBoston,  Feb.  15,  1810. \n\n\nWILLIAM   EMERSON. \n\nJULY   4,  1802.     FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"The  dust  of  Zion,\"  says  Emerson,  \"was  precious  to  the  exiled \nJew,  and  in  her  very  stones  and  ruins  he  contemplated  the  resurrec- \ntion of  her  walls,  and  the  augmented  magnificence  of  her  towers.  A \nnew  glory,  too,  shall  yet  overspread  our  beloved  constitution.  The \nguardian  God  of  America  —  he  who  heard  the  groans  of  her  oppression, \nand  led  her  hosts  to  victory  and  peace  —  has  still  an  ear  for  her  com- \nplaints, and  an  arm  for  her  salvation.  That  confidence  in  his  care \nwhich  consists  in  steadfastness  to  his  eternal  statutes  will  dispel  the \nclouds  which  darken  her  hemisphere. \n\n\"  Ye,  therefore,  to  whom  the  welfare  of  your  country  is  dear,  unite  in \nthe  preservation  of  the  Christian,  scientific,  political,  and  military  insti- \ntutions of  your  fathers.  This  high  tribute  is  due  to  those  venerable \nsages  who  established  this  Columbian  festival,  to  the  surviving  officers \nand  soldiers  of  that  army  which  secured  your  rights  with  the  sword,  and \nto  the  memory  of  their  departed  brethren.  You  owe  it  to  the  ashes  of \nhim  who,  whether  considered  as  a  man  among  men,  or  an  hero  among \nheroes,  will  command  the  love  and  admiration  of  every  future  age. \nYes,  immortal  Washington  !  amidst  all  the  rancor  of  party  and  war  of \nopinions,  we  will  remember  thy  dying  voice,  which  was  raised  against \nthe  madness  of  innovation :  '  We  will  cherish  a  cordial,  habitual,  and \nimmovable  attachment  to  our  national  union,  accustomino;  ourselves \nto  think  and  speak  of  it  as  the  palladium  of  our  political  safety  and \nprosperity.'  You  owe  it  to  his  great  successor,  who  has  now  carried \ninto  retirement  the  subHme  and  delightful  consciousness  of  having  been \nan  everlasting  benefactor  to  his  country.  Enjoy,  illustrious  man,  both \nhere  and  hereafter,  the  recompense  of  the  wise  and  good  !  And  may \nthe  principles  of  free  government  which  you  have  developed,  and  the \n\n\n312  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nconstitutions  which  you  have  defended,  continue  the  pride  of  America, \nuntil  the  earth,  palsied  with  age,  shall  shake  the  mountains  from  their \nbases,  and  empty  her  oceans  into  the  immensity  of  space  !  You  owe \nit  to  the  civil  fathers  of  this  commonwealth,  and  in  particular  to  him \nwho,  thrice  raised  to  its  highest  dignity,  watches  over  its  immunities \nwith  painful  diligence,  and  governs  it  with  unrivalled  wisdom,  modera- \ntion, and  clemency.  You  owe  it,  in  fine,  Americans,  to  yourselves,  to \nyour  posterity  and  to  mankind.\" \n\nWilliam  Emerson  was  son  of  Rev.  William  Emerson,  of  Concord, \nMass.,  who  left  his  church  in  17TG  to  serve  as  chaplain  in  the  army  at \nTiconderoga;  and  was  born  at  Concord,  May,  1769;  graduated  at  Har- \nvard College  in  1789,  when  he  engaged  in  a  coUof^uy  on  the  compara- \ntive value  of  riches,  knowledge,  and  refinement  of  manners;  was \ninstalled  as  pastor  of  the  church  in  Harvard,  1792.  and  installed  as \npastor  of  the  First  Church  in  Boston,  in  1799.  He  was  Phi  Beta \nKappa  orator  in  1789.  In  1805  he  was  elected  the  first  vice-presi- \ndent of  the  Literary  Anthology  Club,  and  was  editor  of  the  Monthly \nAnthology.  It  was  on  his  motion,  seconded  by  William  Smith  Shaw, \nthe  vote  to  establish  a  library  of  periodical  publications  was  adopted  by \nthe  society ;  and  this  was  the  first  step  towards  the  establishment  of  the \nBoston  Athenaeum.  Mr.  Emerson  prepared  a  history  of  the  First \nChurch  in  Boston,  a  work  which  will  ever  identify  him  with  antiqua- \nrian research.  He  published  several  occasional  discourses,  and  died \nMay  11,  1811. \n\nHe  Avas  a  devoted  student,  and  of  chaste  classical  taste,  both  in  com- \nposition and  rhetoric,  and  was  a  graceful  and  dignified  speaker.  The \nsweetness  of  his  demeanor,  being  attended  with  general  courtesy,  was \na  ready  passport  to  the  heart.  Though  he  had  not  the  fervor  that \nrouses  the  many,  or  the  originality  to  overpower  the  few,  the  elegance \nof  his  style,  united  to  his  natural  equanimity  and  kindness  of  heart, \ngave  him  devoted  admirers.  He  married  Ruth  Haskins,  of  Boston, \nOct.  25,  1796.  His  son,  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson,  formerly  pastor  of \nthe  Second  Church  in  Boston,  is  an  ingenious  writer,  of  peculiar  fame. \n\n\nWILLIAM   SULLIVAN.  313 \n\nWILLIAM   SULLIVAN. \n\nJULY  4,  1803.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"The  evils  which  are  said  to  menace  our  happiness,\"  remarks  Sul- \nlivan, \"are  attributed  to  the  monarchical  and  aristocratical  tendencies \nof  our  government  on  the  one  part,  and  to  its  democratical  prepon- \nderance on  the  other.  We  are  told  that  there  are  men  among  us  who \ncovet  distinctions  incompatible  with  the  general  welfare, —  distinctions \nwhich  will  require  the  radiance  of  monarchy  and  the  force  of  obedient \nlegions  to  cherish  and  support  them.  The  throne,  it  is  said,  must  first \nbe  estabhshed,  because  it  is  the  fountain  of  honor,  whence  is  to  flow  the \nstream  which  is  to  render  its  partakers  illustrious  and  noble.  A  throne \ncould  be  established  only  by  the  will  of  the  people,  or  by  military \npower.  Who  will  be  mad  enough  to  expect  such  a  will  amongst  people \nwho  possess  the  best  information,  and  to  whom  death  and  dependence \nhave  equal  terrors  7  And  whence  do  the  plottings  of  turpitude,  or  the \ndreams  of  imbecility,  pretend  to  gather  that  force  which  is  to  vanquish \na  people  who  have  arms  in  their  hands,  and  whose  hearts  are  the \ndwellings  of  valor  1 \n\n\"  It  is  often  repeated,  that  aristocrats  will  raise  the  storm  of  civil \ndiscord,  and  will  direct  its  course  to  the  accomphshment  of  their  designs. \nCan  it  be  seriously  pretended  that  men,  who  must  be  allowed  to  have \nsome  understanding, —  men  who  must  know  something  of  the  history \nof  their  species, —  men  to  whom  are  secured,  by  the  admired  results \nof  legislation,  their  patrimonial  possessions  and  their  fruits  of  industry, \n—  men  who  enjoy  all  that  life  can  give, —  will  court  the  bloodiest  con- \nflicts, and  hazard  everything  dear  to  them,  to  obtain  an  empty  titular \ndistinction  7  They  who  tell  us  that  such  distinctions  are  pursued  seek \nto  deceive  us.  They  do  not  tell  the  truth.  Well  do  they  know  that, \nwith  whatever  materials  and  by  whatever  hands  the  fabric  of  nobiUty \nmay  be  raised,  it  will  rise  only  to  fall,  and  to  crush  its  short-sighted \nfounders.  The  informed  and  the  opulent  ask  only  that  their  country \nmay  be  saved  from  the  horrors  of  democracy.  They  want  no  other \nnobility  than  that  which  springs  from  the  union  of  wisdom  with  good- \nness ;  a  nobility  whose  orders  are  registered  in  heaven ;  a  nobihty \nfounded  by  the  Author  of  the  universe. \n\n\"It  is  not  from  monarchy — it  is  not  from  aristocracy — that  dangers \n27 \n\n\n314  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthreaten ;  but  do  they  not  threaten  from  democracy?  In  the  affairs  of \nmen  there  is  no  test  of  truth  but  experience ;  and  experience  proves  that, \nwhenever  free  governments  have  been  lost,  their  loss  is  dated  from  the \ninnovations  of  those  who  pronounce  themselves  patriots  and  friends  of \nthe  people.  Our  republic  is  said  to  resemble  that  of  Carthage  more \nthan  any  other  of  ancient  times.  Like  us,  its  citizens  cultivated  let- \nters, arms,  and  commerce.  It  flourished  in  remarkable  splendor  dur- \ning five  hundred  years,  and  was  that  power  which  opposed  the  most \nformidable  resistance  to  the  dominion  of  Rome.  The  e\\ils  which  arose \nfrom  popular  turbulence  at  length  enabled  the  Romans  to  enumerate \namong  their  triumphs  the  total  destruction  of  the  Carthaginian  people. \nSuch  Avas  the  debasement  which  preceded  their  last  days,  that  they \nwere  reproached  with  having  wept  for  the  loss  of  their  jewels,  while \nthe  loss  of  their  honor  and  of  their  liberties  could  not  command  a  sigh.\" \n\nWilliam  SulHvan  was  the  second  son  of  Gov.  James  Sulhvan,  whose \nfather,  John,  came  from  Ireland  in  1730,  as  passenger  in  a  ship  which \nwas  driven  by  stress  of  weather  into  a  port  on  the  coast  of  Maine,  and \nsettled  at  Berwick,  then  a  town  of  Massachusetts. \n\nThe  subject  of  this  sketch  was  born  at  Saco,  in  the  District  of  Maine, \nNov.  12,  1774 ;  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1781,  and  was  prepared \nfor  college  under  the  instruction  of  Rev.  Phillips  Payson,  D.  D.,  of \nChelsea,  near  Boston ;  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1792,  at \nwhich  time  he  took  part  in  a  conference  on  law,  physic,  and  divinity. \nHe  engaged  in  the  study  of  law  under  the  direction  of  his  fither,  was \nadmitted  to  the  Suffolk  bar  at  the  July  term  of  the  Court  of  Common \nPleas,  in  1795,  and  married  Sarah  Webb,  a  daughter  of  Col.  James \nSwan,  of  Dorchester,  Mass.,  May,  1802.  He  soon  became  an  emi- \nnent counsellor.  At  this  period,  it  Avas  his  habit  to  rise  at  four  o'clock \nin  the  morning,  and  closely  engage  in  study.  He  thus  acquired  that \ntaste  for  intense  application  which  led  him  gradually  into  such  sedentary \npractice  that  shortened  his  days.  In  the  year  1803  he  pronounced  the \noration  on  our  national  independence ;  and  it  is  related  that  it  effected \nsuch'  a  strong  impression,  that  it  led  to  his  election  to  the  House  of \nRepresentatives  in  1804,  and  was  afterwards  elected  to  the  Senate  and \nExecutive  Council,  until  his  withdrawal  in  1830.  In  1820  Mr.  Sullivan \nwas  a  delegate  to  the  convention  on  the  revision  of  the  State  constitu- \ntion.  and  was  appointed  by  the  convention  to  draft  an  address  to  the \npeople,  which  accompanied  the  amendments,  and  was  published  Jan.  9, \n1821.     He  was  major  of  the  Independent  Cadets,  a  member  of  the \n\n\nWILLIAM   SULLIVAN.  315 \n\nAncient  and  Honorable  Ai\"tillery  Company,  and  brigadier-general  of  the \nBoston  militia.  In  1812  Mr.  Sullivan  pronounced  the  first  oration  for \nthe  Washington  Benevolent  Society ;  a  zealous  political  effort,  in  ^vhich, \nremarking  of  Washington,  he  says :  \"'If,  from  the  abode  which  his  vir- \ntues have  acquired  to  him,  he  can  behold  the  concerns  of  men, —  if  the \nhearts  of  this  assembly  are  open  to  him, —  he  sees  that  we  have  con- \ntinued to  deserve  his  praise  and  benedictions  ;  \"  and,  in  1814,  he  was \nelected  president  of  this  political  institution,  which  was  opposed  to  the \nwar  with  Great  Britain.  In  1815  Gen.  Sullivan,  H.  G.  Otis,  and \nThomas  H.  Perkins,  were  appointed  by  the  State  Legislature  as  com- \nmissioners to  the  government  at  Washington,  to  present  the  resolves  of \nthe  State  in  relation  to  the  contest  with  Great  Britain.  Gen.  Sulhvan \nwas  one  of  the  committee  of  the  town  of  Boston  who  reported  a  city \ncharter,  and  was  the  author  of  the  sections  on  theatrical  amusements, \nand  of  the  bill  providing  for  the  establishment  of  a  police  court.  He \nwas  elected  to  the  city  Council,  on  its  institution,  in  1822.  He  was \npresident  of  the  Social  Law  Library  of  Suffolk,  originated  by  Hon. \nJudge  Jackson;  and  in  1824  proposed  the  establishment  of  a  His- \ntorical Law  Library.  When  Lafayette  dined  with  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa \nSociety  of  Harvard  College,  August,  1824,  Gen.  Sullivan  gave  the \nsentiment  herewith :  \"  Minerva,  Apollo,  and  the  Muses,  who  have  done \nthemselves  so  much  honor  this  day  in  their  homage  to  Mars.\"  He \nwas  a  member  of  the  American  Academy  of  Arts  and  Sciences,  of  the \nMassachusetts  Historical  Society,  and  of  the  Pennsylvania  Historical \nSociety.  Gen.  Sullivan  was  an  elegant  belles-lettres  scholar,  an  accom- \nplished gentleman,  remarkable  for  bland  and  affible  manners,  and  per- \nsuasive oratory.  His  eloquence  at  Faneuil  Hall  was  truly  captivating, \nbut  not  of  so  masterly  stamp  as  that  of  his  compeer,  Otis.  Mr.  Sul- \nlivan once  said,  \"A  man  may  be  a  profound  lawyer,  yet  no  advocate; \nbut  he  cannot  be  an  advocate  without  being  a  lawyer :  \"  and  it  maybe \nfairly  said  of  him,  that  he  united  both  qualities  in  himself;  for  his  elo- \nquence at  the  bar  and  in  political  assemblies,  and  his  sagacity  as  coun- \nsel, embodied  as  much  effective  power  as  did  his  rhetoric.  What  Justice \nStory  remarked,  in  allusion  to  Samuel  Dexter,  may  be  with  great  pro- \npriety applied  to  William  Sullivan,  that  no  man  was  ever  more  exempt \nfrom  finesse  or  cunning,  in  addressing  a  jury.  He  disdained  the  little \narts  of  sophistry  or  popular  appeal.  It  was  in  his  judgment  something \nmore  degrading  than  the  sight  of  Achilles  playing  with  a  lady's  distaff. \nMr.  Sullivan  was  about  six  feet  in  height,  and  well  formed.     He  was \n\n\n316  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ndignified  and  moderate  in  his  gait ;  and  rather  reserved  in  manners,  on \nthe  first  approach,  but  very  agreeable  on  acquaintance.  His  manners \nwere  those  of  olden  time,  and  would  more  deeply  wound  with  a  formal \nbow,  than  many  men,  less  dignified,  with  a  blow.  He  used  to  say  that \n■  dignified  civility,  founded  on  self-respect,  was  a  gentleman's  weapon \nand  defence.  He  delighted  to  have  his  family  about  him,  and  see  them \nhappy.  His  son  says  of  him,  in  a  biographical  sketch  prefixed  to  an \nedition  of  his  \"Public  Men  of  the  Revolution,\"  published  since  his \ndecease:  \"Oftentimes  he  would  steal  an  hour  from  his  professional \nduties,  to  remain  after  dinner  with  his  children  at  the  table,  where \nagreeable  conversation,  song  and  anecdote,  softened  the  cold  realities  of \nlife,  and  united  more  closely  the  natural  ties  of  affection  which  bound \nhis  circle  together.  He  was  attentive  to  the  education  of  his  daugh- \nters, and  many  of  his  works  were  originally  written  with  a  particular \nview  to  their  instruction.\" \n\nIn  order  to  illustrate  the  narrative  powers  of  Gen.  Sullivan,  we  cite \na  reminiscence  of  Gen.  Knox,  in  which  he  was  concerned,  to  whom  we \nhave  frequently  alluded.     The  son  gives  this  relation,  as  near  as  he \ncan  remember,  in  Sullivan's  own  language.     \"  Generals  Knox,  Lincoln \nand  Jackson,  had  been  companions  in  the  Revolution  ;    had  laughed, \neaten  and  drank,  fought  and  lived,  together,  and  were  on  the  most \nintimate  terms.     They  loved  each  other  to  a  degree  but  little  known \namong  men  of  the  present  day.     After  the  struggle  of  the  war,  they \nretired  to  their  homes,  and  were  all  comfortable  in  their  worldly  cir- \ncumstances, if  not  rich ;    but  Knox,  possessing  large  tracts  of  land  in \nthe  State  of  Maine,  upon  the  rapid  sales  of  which  he  confidently \nrehed,  imagined  himself  more  wealthy  than  he  was,  and  hved  in  luxu- \nrious style.     He  built  himself  a  superb  mansion  at  Thomaston,  Me., \nwhere  all  his  friends  met  with  a  cordial  welcome,  and  enjoyed  the  most \nliberal  hospitality.     It  was  not  an  unusual  thing  for  Knox  to  kill,  in \nsummer,  when  great  numbers  of  friends  visited  him,  an  ox  and  twenty \nsheep  on  every  Monday  morning,  and  to  make  up  an  hundred  beds \ndaily  in  his  own  house.     He  kept,  for  his  own  use  and  that  of  his \nfriends,  twenty  saddle-horses,  and  several  pairs  of  carriages,  in  his  sta- \nbles.    This  expensive  style  of  living  Avas  too  much  for  his  means,  as \nhe  was  disappointed  in  the  sale  of  his  lands ;  and  he  was  forced  to  bor- \nrow sums  of  money  on  the  credit  of  his  friends.  Generals  Lincoln  and \nJackson.     He  soon  found  himself  involved  to  a  large  amount,  and  was \nobliged  to  acquaint  his  friends  of  his  embarrassments,  into  which  he \n\n\nWILLIAM   SULLIVAN.  317 \n\nhad  unfortunately  drawn  them.  Lincoln  was  at  that  time  collector  of \nthe  port  of  Boston,  and  occupied  a  house  in  State-street,  now  torn \ndown,  part  of  which  he  used  for  the  custom-house,  and  part  he  occu- \npied as  his  dwelling.  It  was  agreed  that  the  three  should  meet  there, \nand  a  full  exposition  of  Knox's  affairs  be  made  known.  I  was  applied. \nto  as  counsel  on  the  occasion,  and  was  the  first  one  who  came  at  the \ntime  appointed.  Jackson  soon  entered ;  after  him,  Knox  ;  and  almost \nimmediately,  Lincoln  came  in.  They  seated  themselves  in  a  semi- \ncircle, whilst  I  took  my  place  at  the  table,  for  the  purpose  of  drawing \nup  the  necessary  papers,  and  taking  the  notes  of  this  melancholy  dis- \nclosure. These  men  had  often  met  before,  but  never  in  a  moment  of \nsuch  sorrow.  Both  Lincoln  and  Jackson  knew  and  felt  that  Knox,  the \nkindest  heart  in  the  world,  had  unwittingly  involved  them.  They  were \nall  too  full  to  speak,  and  maintained  for  some  minutes  a  sorrowful \nsilence.  At  last,  as  if  moved  by  the  same  impulse,  they  raised  their \neyes.  Their  glances  met,  and  Knox  burst  into  tears.  Soon,  however, \nLincoln  rose,  brushed  the  tear  from  his  eye,  and  exclaimed,  '  Gentle- \nmen, this  will  never  do !  AVe  came  hither  to  transact  business  ;  let  us \nattend  to  it.'  This  aroused  the  others,  and  Knox  made  a  full  dis- \nclosure of  his  affairs.  Although  Lincoln  and  Jackson  suffered  severe \nlosses,  it  never  disturbed  the  feelings  of  friendship  and  intimacy  which \nhad  existed  between  these  generous-hearted  men.\" \n\nWe  will  introduce  another  reminiscence  related  by  Gen.  Sullivan. \n\"  Soon  after  the  war  had  been  declared,  I  chanced  to  be  at  Saratoga \nSprings,  where  I  met  with  the  Hon.  Calvin  Goddard,  of  Norwich,  Ct., \nand  with  Hon.  Jon.  Dwight,  of  Springfield,  Mass.  Gov.  Griswold,  of \nConnecticut,  was  also  at  the  hotel,  but  confined  to  his  chamber.  It \nwas  the  habit  of  these  gentlemen  and  myself  to  pay  the  governor  a \ndaily  visit ;  and,  when  he  announced  himself  too  ill  to  receive  us,  we \nstrolled  into  the  neighboring  woods  to  talk  over  the  state  of  the  Union, \nrespecting  the  welfare  and  durability  of  which  we  entertained  serious  and \npainful  fears.  On  one  of  these  occasions,  it  was  concluded  that  a  con- \nvention should  be  gathered  at  New  York,  during  the  following  Septem- \nber, at  which  as  many  States  should  be  represented  as  could  be  induced \nto  send  delegates.  The  object  of  this  convention  was  to  determine \nupon  the  expediency  of  Madison's  reelection,  by  running  De  Witt \nClinton  as  the  opposing  candidate  for  the  presidency.  Goddard  was \nintrusted  with  the  State  of  Connecticut,  Dwight  with  New  York,  and \nI  was  to  awaken  Massachusetts  to  the  importance  of  this  convention, \n27* \n\n\n318  THE   UUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwhile  all  three  were  to  assist  in  rousing  the  other  States.     The  conven- \ntion met  at  New  York,  September,  1812 ;  and  eleven  States  were  rep- \nresented by  seventy  delegates.     The  convention  during  two  days  had \nbeen  unable  to  come  to  any  determination ;  and.  on  the  third  day,  were \nabout  dissolving,  without  any  fixed  plan  of  operation.     Hon.  Rufus \nKing  had  pronounced  the  most  impassioned  invective  against  Chn- \nton,  and  was  so  excited,  during  his  address,  that  his  knees  trembled \nunder  him.     Governeur  Morris  doubted  much  the  expediency  of  this \nmeasure,  and  was  seconded  in  these  doubts  by  Theo.  Sedgwick,  as  well \nas  by  Judge  Hopkinson.     Many  of  the  members  were  desirous  of  return- \ning to  Philadelphia  by  the  steamboat,  at  two  o'clock,  P.  M.,  of  the  third \nday.     It  was  approaching  the  hour,  and  nothing  had  been  determined, \nwhen  Mr.  Otis  arose,  apparently  much  embarrassed,  holding  his  hat  in \nhis  hand,  and  seeming  as  if  he  were  almost  sorry  he  had  arisen.     Soon \nhe  warmed  with  the  subject,  his  hat  fell  from  his  hand,  and  he  poured \nforth  a  strain  of  eloquence  that  chained  all  present  to  their  seats  ;  and \nwhen,  at  a  late  hour,  the  vote  was  taken,  it  was  almost  unanimously \nresolved  to  support  Clinton.     This  effort  was  unprepared,  but  only \nproves  how  entirely  Mr.  Otis  deserves  the  reputation  he  enjoys  of \nbeing  a  great  orator.\" \n\nMr.  Sullivan  will  ever  deserve  the  gratitude  of  the  public  for  his \nexcellent  moral  and  political  productions.  The  Political  Class-book \nentitles  him  to  the  reputation  of  having  first  introduced  the  study  of \nthe  nature  and  principles  of  our  government  into  the  schools  of  our \nland ;  and  he  Avas  promptly  followed  by  Judge  Story  and  President \nDuer,  with  works  of  like  nature.  Such  labors  are  indications  of  a \nreturn  to  the  days  of  Socrates  and  Plato,  of  Cicero  and  Quintilian. \nThe  Moral  Class-book,  The  Historical  Class-book,  Historical  Causes \nand  Effects,  from  the  Fall  of  the  Roman  Empire,  476,  to  the  Reforma- \ntion, 1517.  He  published  a  discourse,  delivered  for  the  Pilgrim  Soci- \nety, at  Plymouth,  1829 ;  a  Discourse  on  Intemperance,  1832.  In  1837 \nhe  published  a  little  treatise  on  \"  Sea  Life  :  or  what  may  or  may  not \nbe  done,  and  what  ought  to  be  done,  by  Shipowners,  Shipmasters, \nMates,  and  Seamen.\"  He  published  a  highly  antiquarian  address  to \nthe  members  of  the  bar  of  Suffolk,  Mass.,  March,  1824,  giving  a  view \nof  legal  practice  from  the  earliest  date. \n\nDuring  the  last  ten  years  of  his  life,  Mr.  Sullivan  declined  profes- \nsional business,  being  only  counsellor  for  a  few  institutions  who  were \nunwilling  to  lose  the  benefit  of  his  advice.     His  last  days  were  devoted \n\n\nWILLIAM   SULLIVAN.  319 \n\nto  studies  purely  moral  and  historical.  He  said  to  an  intimate  friend, \nvrho  expressed  extreme  regret  that  he  had  retired  from  his  profession : \n\"  I  believe  I  mistook,  in  my  selection  of  a  profession,  the  course  most \nfavorable  to  my  happiness ;  for  I  have  never  been  conscious  of  real \nenjoyment,  or  of  the  true  bent  of  my  talents,  if  I  have  any,  until  I \ndevoted  myself  to  literature.\" \n\nAt  the  centennial  celebration  of  Harvard  College,  Gen.  Sulhvan,  in \nconcluding  an  eloquent  speech,  gave  the  sentiment:  \"May  the \neducated  conscientiously  remember  that  they  are  the  trustees  of \nknowledge,  for  the  use  and  benefit  of  those  who  have  been  less  fortu- \nnate than  themselves.\" \n\nAn  intimate  friend  of  Sullivan  remarked  of  him:  ''His  manners \namong  his  friends  and  intimate  associates  were  very  delightful.  He \nwas  not  forgetful  of  himself,  nor  unaware  of  his  talents  for  conversa- \ntion ;  but  his  habitual  kindness  of  heart  and  the  natural  nobleness  of \nhis  character,  gave  him,  in  a  very  unusual  measure,  the  power  of  call- \ning out  from  his  guests  whatever  there  was  in  them  which  was  most \ninteresting ;  and  many  a  person  has  left  his  table  with  the  feeling  that, \nalthough  he  might  elsewhere  have  seen  men  who  talked  more,  he  had \nnever  been  himself  so  agreeable.  Mr.  Sullivan  never  forgot  a  friend, \nnor  failed  to  requite,  with  ample  interest,  any  kindness.  He  accord- \ningly sought  out,  and  was  constantly  entertaining  at  his  table,  or  in \nthe  charming  evening  parties  which  he  gathered  in  his  parlors,  persons \nfrom  various  parts  of  the  country,  whose  only  claim  was  some  slight \nattention  paid,  perhaps  many  years  before,  to  Mr.  Sullivan,  or  some \nof  his  friends.\"  He  possessed  extreme  pride  of  character,  and  never \ndeviated  from  a  certain  course  of  conduct  and  demeanor,  which  secured \nto  him  the  esteem  of  friends,  and  the  respect  of  all  who  came  in  contact \nwith  him,  both  in  pubhc  and  in  private  Hfe.  His  style  of  writing  was \nsimple  and  clear,  full  of  anecdote,  and  often  conversational.  As  an \nauthor,  he  shone  like  a  brilliant  star.  His  style  was  smooth,  chaste \nand  classical.  His  Public  Men  of  the  Revolution  is  almost  inimitable \nfor  its  images  of  real  character.  He  was  a  Federalist  of  the  Washing- \nton school,  and  tenaciously  opposed  to  the  policy  of  Jefferson  ;  and  his \nown  principles  are  clearly  developed  in  tliis  work. \n\n\n320  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nTHOMAS   DANFORTH. \n\nJULY  4,  1804.     FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nThe  Monthly  Anthology  states  of  this  production,  that  its  politi- \ncal sentiments  ai'e  dignified,  and  evince  that  the  author  glows  with  a \npatriotic  zeal  for  the  honor  and  happiness  of  his  country.  We  take \nthis  opportunity  to  remark  that  it  was  pronounced  in  a  superior  style \nof  elocution.  To  the  clear  and  commanding  tone  of  voice,  the  animated \nexpression,  and  elegant  gesture,  of  the  orator,  combined  with  the  just- \nness of  the  sentiment  and  its  unison  with  the  feelings  of  the  audienfte, \nmust  we  attribute  the  enthusiasm  with  which  it  was  received.  He \nunfolds  the  dangers  to  which  our  country  is  exposed  from  mere  fac- \ntion and  party  rage,  those  avenging  angels,  dehghting  in  the  calamity \nof  republics. \n\n\"  In  all  governments  there  must  be  a  preponderating  influence, —  a \nsovereign  power, —  doubtless  deriving  its  origin  from  the  people,  but \nguaranteed  by  fundamental  laws,  in  order  that  the  liberty  of  all  may \nnot  be  the  sport  of  the  licentiousness  of  any.  There  never  has,  and \nthere  never  will  exist  a  true  democracy.  If,  says  the  elegant  author \nof  the  social  compact.  '  there  were  a  people  of  gods,  they  might  be  gov- \nerned democratically ;  a  state  so  perfect  will  never  belong  to  man.' \nIn  our  own  government,  so  happily  blended  and  equipoised  the  powers \nof  state,  that;  though  sovereignty  exists,  it  may  be  said  never  to  remain \nfixed,  but,  like  the  vibrations  of  the  pendulum,  gives  to  every  part  and \nportion  its  uniform  spring  and  action.  The  federal  compact  is  not \nmerely  the  sketch  of  liberty;  it  is  .the  work  complete;  it  is  the  only \ngovernment  under  heaven  yet  knoA\\Ti  where  every  man  may  be  said  to \nexercise  his  right  in  the  aggregate  system  of  power.  Founded  in  reason \nand  the  analogy  of  nature,  like  the  fair  form  of  the  human  body,  it \nexhibits  the  beauty,  strength  and  proportions,  of  a  well-ordered  system. \nThe  executive  is  its  brain,  the  judiciary  its  lungs,  and  the  legislative \nits  whole  heart,  circulating  the  very  pabulum  of  its  existence,  and \nissuing  the  powers  which  warm  and  invigorate  its  remotest  extremities. \nAs  essential  to  the  existence  of  our  bodies  as  are  the  brain,  lungs  or \nheart,  equally  as  essential  are  the  distinct  and  independent  branches \nof  our  government  to  its  life  and  preservation.  Drawn  out  of  the \nexperience  of  ages,  it  contains  the  principles  of  a  republic,  subUmely \nrectified.     It  is  the  palladium  of  your  future  peace, —  a  bond  of  union \n\n\nWARREN   BUTTON.  321 \n\nand  obligation,  which,  when  violated,  will  convulse  to  its  centre  the \ndelicate  frame  of  your  liberty.\" \n\nThomas  Danforth,  the  son  of  the  eminent  Dr.  Samuel  Danforth, \nwas  born  in  Boston,  July  31,  1772;  entered  the  Latin  School  in \n1781 ;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1792,  when  he  engaged  in  a \nconference  on  the  comparative  importance  of  the  American.  French, \nand  Polish  revolutions,  upon  mankind;  married  Elizabeth,  daughter \nof  Jarathmiel  Blowers,  of  Somerset,  Mass.,  March,  1800  ;  was  a \nphysician  ;  and  died  in  Dorchester,  July  12,  1817. \n\nDr.  Danforth  delivered  a  discourse  for  the  Massachusetts  Humane \nSociety,  in  1808,  which  was  pubhshed. \n\n\nWARREN   DUTTON. \n\nJULY  4,  1803.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWhile  Russell's  Centinel  remarks  of  Dutton's  oration  that  it  was  a \nspirited  and  well-adapted  production,  the  Independent  Chronicle  says, \nthat,  had  Pitt  deputed  missionaries  to  this  rescued  nation,  to  debauch \nthe  public  mind  from  the  fair  knowledge  of  political  truth,  they  could \nnot,  in  our  feeble  judgment,  have  used  language  more  fitted  for  such \npurposes.  But,  as  the  governor  (Strong)  sat  and  heard  these  declam- \natory arts  without  evincing  displeasure  at  their  apparent  disloyalty. \nwe  must  resign  our  opinion  to  the  more  correct  authority  of  the  public. \n\nMr.  Dutton  was  born  at  Lebanon,  Connecticut,  and  married  Eliza, \ndaughter  of  Judge  Lowell ;  was  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  the  first  editor \nof  the  New  England  Palladium ;  a  delegate  to  the  State  convention \nfor  revising  the  constitution,  in  1820  ;  a  representative  in  the  State \nLegislature,  and  of  the  State  Senate.  Lr  1800  Mr.  Dutton  gave  the \npoem  at  the  commencement  at  Yale  College,  on  the  Present  State  of \nLiterature ;  and  an  address  to  the  Suffolk  Bar,  in  1819. \n\n\n322  THE    HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n\nEBENEZER   FRENCH. \n\nJITLY  4,    1805.      FOR   THE    YOUNG    DEMOCRATIC    REPUBLICANS,    AT   THE \nCHURCH  OF  REV.  JOHN  MURRAY, \n\nEbenezer  French  was  born  in  Boston,  and  was  a  practical  printer. \nThe  oration  at  the  head  of  tliis  article,  and  another,  delivered  at  Port- \nland, in  1806,  on  our  national  independence,  were  pubhshed,  and  are  in \nthe  collection  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society.  Mr.  French \nwas  in  early  life  married  to  Mrs.  Hannah  Grice,  the  widow  of  Samuel \nBangs,  of  Boston,  after  having  been  previously  engaged  to  her  beau- \ntiful daughter.  xV  rare  incident  here  in  romance, —  the  mother  stole \nfrom  the  daughter  the  heart  of  her  young  lover  !  After  the  delivery \nof  the  oration  in  Boston,  the  young  Republicans  proceeded  to  Faneuil \nHall,  where,  on  partaking  a  rich  repast,  the  following  sentiment  was \nadvanced  by  Benjamin  Austin,  the  great  apostle  of  democracy,  who \nwas  elected  president  of  the  Society  of  Repubhcan  Young  Men  at  this \ntime:  \"The  young  Republican  orator  of  the  day :  May  our  young \nmen  never  lose,  by  the  subtlety  of  their  enemies,  those  blessings  trans- \nmitted to  them  by  their  Repubhcan  ancestors.\"  Mr.  Austin  viewed \nthe  people  and  the  constitution  of  the  United  States  as  the  real  senti- \nnels and  palladiums  of  American  independence. \n\nMr.  French  was  an  inspector  of  the  customs  in  1810,  and  in  the \nnext  year  he  became  a  publisher  of  the  Boston  Patriot,  in  company \nwith  Isaac  Munroe ;  where  they  continued  until  1814,  when  they  sold \nthe  paper  to  Mr.  Ballard,  and  both  removed  to  Baltimore,  where  they \nestablished  a  new  journal,  under  the  name  of  the  Baltimore  Patriot,  a \npaper  of  wide  political  influence. \n\n\nFRANCIS   DANA   CHANNING. \n\nJULY  4,  1806.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nThis  oration  was  not  printed.     Mr.  Channing  was  born  at  Newport, \nR.  I.  J  and  brother  of  Rev.  William  Ellery  Channing.     He  graduated \n\n\nJOSEPH   GLEASON.  —  PETER   OXENBRIDGE  THACHER.  328 \n\nat  Harvard  College  in  1794,  on  -which  occasion  he  gave  the  salutatory \noration  in  Latin.  In  1801  he  pronounced  the  Plii  Beta  Kappa  ora- \ntion, and  married  Susan  Higginson,  of  Boston,  November,  1806.  He \nwas  a  counsellor-at-law,  a  State  representative,  and  Secretary  of  the \nBoston  Social  Law  Library  in  1810.  He  died  at  sea,  when  on  his \npassage  to  Rio  Janeiro,  November  5,  1810. \n\n\nJOSEPH   GLEASON. \n\nJULY  4,  1806.    FOR  THE  DEMOCRATIC  YOUNG  MEN. \n\nJoseph  Gleason  was  born  at  Boston,  and  the  son  of  a  truckman, \nwho  was  a  ready  speaker  at  Faneuil  Hall  caucuses.  He  married \nMary  Le  Baron,  daughter  of  Gov.  Hunt,  of  Detroit ;  and  was  a  com- \npositor in  the  office  of  the  Lidependent  Chronicle,  and  only  eighteen \nyears  of  age,  on  the  delivery  of  this  oration,  which  was  printed  a \nsecond  time.  In  the  last  war  with  Great  Britain  he  was  a  captain  in \nCol.  Miller's  regiment,  and  in  1816  an  army  commissary,  and  major \nof  a  brigade.     He  died  at  Mackinaw,  in  1820. \n\n\nPETER  OXENBRIDGE  THACHER. \n\nJULY  4,  1807.    FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Maiden,  Dec.  22,  1776,  and  son  of  Rev.  Peter,  who \npronounced  an  oration  on  the  Boston  Massacre  in  that  year.  He \nentered  the  Latin  School  in  1785,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1796,  on  which  occasion  Mr.  Thacher  engaged  in  a  forensic  dispu- \ntation —  Whether  reason  unassisted  by  revelation  would  have  led  man- \nkind to  just  notions  even  of  the  first  principles  of  natural  religion  ? \n\n\n324  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nHe  Studied  law  under  Governor  Sullivan,  and -was  three  years  a  teacher \nin  Exeter  Academy. \n\nMr.  Thacher  visited  Savannah,  Ga.,  Nov.  2,  1802,  in  company \nwith  his  father,  Kev.  Peter  Thacher,  for  the  purpose  of  relief  in  pul- \nmonary consumption,  where  they  arrived  Dec.  3  of  that  date,  and  his \nfather  expired  on  the  16th  of  that  month.  Mr.  Thacher  recorded  an \naccount  of  the  voyage  from  Boston,  and  of  the  last  hours  of  his  father. \nOne  incident  is  related,  for  the  reason  that  it  illustrates  the  influence \nand  shows  the  importance  of  early  religious  culture.  On  laying  down \nfor  the  last  time,  in  the  early  part  of  the  evening,  a  few  hours  before \nhis  death,  he  repeated  the  nursery  prayer : \n\n•'  Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep, \nI  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  keep  ; \nIf  I  should  die  before  I  wake, \nI  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  take  ;  \" \n\nand,  turning  to  his  son,  said,  \"  My  son,  this  little  prayer  I  have  not \nomitted  to  repeat,  on  going  to  bed,  for  forty  years.  This  may  be  the \nlast  time  ;  I  charge  you  never  to  omit  it.\" \n\nIn  1805  Mr.  Thacher  pronounced  the  oration  for  the  Phi  Beta \nKappa  Society.  He  became  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  married  Charlotte \nI.,  daughter  of  Thomas  MacDonough,  a  British  consul.  He  was \nTown  Advocate  for  Boston  in  1807,  and  was  judge  of  the  Municipal \nCourt  for  Suffolk  from  1823  to  the  year  1843.  He  was  a  member  of \nthe  Literary  Anthology  Club,  on  its  institution,  in  1805 ;  and  a \ndirector  of  the  Boston  Athenseum,  on  its  institution,  in  1807. \n\nJudge  Thacher  was  endowed  with  great  integrity,  and  firm  decision \nof  character,  and  often  stigmatized  as  a  very  severe  judge ;  but  he  was \nnot  more  rigid  than  just.  He  was  peculiarly  qualified  for  the  period \nand  station,  and  wisely  effected  more  in  the  restraint  of  crime  among \nus  than  any  other  man  on  the  bench.  He  was  compelled  to  deal \n•with  the  worst  passions  of  men,  says  the  Law  Reporter,  but  there  is \nno  act  of  his  hfe  which  has  left  any  stain  on  his  character. \n\nThe  Criminal  Cases  of  Judge  Thacher,  edited  by  Woodman,  in \n1845,  is  a  standard  text-book  for  the  bar  and  the  bench.  Several  of \nhis  charges  were  pubhshed,  and  a  copy  of  them  is  in  the  Hbrary  of  the \nHistorical  Society.  In  1833  the  Trial  of  Ebenezer  Clough,  for \nEmbracery,  was  published,  with  the  arguments  of  Thacher  on  the \ncase. \n\n\nANDREW   RITCHIE,    JR. — CHARLES  PINCKNEY   SUMNER,        325 \n\nANDREW  RITCHIE,   JR. \n\nJULY  4,  1808.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nAndrew  Ritchie  was  born  in  Boston,  and  graduated  at  Harvard \nCollege  in  1802,  when  he  gave  an  oration  on  \"  Innovation.\"  He \nread  law  with  Rufus  G.  Amory,  and  married  a  daughter  of  Cornelius \nDurant,  a  West  India  planter.  He  married  a  second  time,  Sophia \nHarrison,  a  daughter  of  the  Hon.  H.  G.  Otis,  and  settled  on  his  plant- \nation in  St.  Croix.  He  was  early  a  counsellor-at-law  in  Boston,  of \nwhich  town  he  was  a  representative  in  1816. \n\nIn  1805  Mr.  Ritchie  gave  an  oration  on  the  Ancient  and  Modern \nEloquence  of  Poetry ;  and  in  1818  an  address  for  the  Massachusetts \nPeace  Society.  He  was  a  tasteful  and  effective  writer,  and  says,  in \nthe  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article :  \"  We  are  not  required,  like \nyoung  Hannibal,  to  approach  the  altar  and  vow  eternal  hatred  to  a \nrival  nation ;  but  we  will  repair  to  the  neighboring  heights,  at  once  the \ntombs  and  everlasting  monuments  of  our  heroes,  and  swear  that,  as \nthey  did,  so  would  we,  rather  sacrifice  our  lives  than  our  country.\" \n\n\nCHARLES  PINCKNEY   SUMNER. \n\nJULY  4,  1808.    BEi^ORE  THE  YOUNG  REPUBLICANS  OF  BOSTON. \n\nBorn  at  Milton,  Jan  20,  1776 ;  graduated  at  Harvard  College, \n1796.  He  was  the  only  child  of  Maj.  Job  Sumner,  of  the  continental \narmy  in  the  Revolution,  whose  ancestry  may  be  traced  to  1637.  His \nfather  was  a  native  of  Milton.  He  entered  Harvard  College  in  1774  ; \nbut  when,  after  the  Battle  of  Lexington,  the  students  were  dispersed, \nand  the  college  edifice  converted  into  barracks,  he  joined  the  army,  in \nwhich  he  continued  until  the  peace.  He  was  second  in  command  of \nthe  American  troops  who  took  possession  of  New  York,  on  its  evacua- \ntion by  the  British,  Nov.  25,  1783 ;  and  was  also  second  in  command \nof  the  battalion  of  light  infantry  which  rendered  to  Gen.  Washington \n\n28 \n\n\n326  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  last  military  respects  of  the  Revolutionary  army,  when,  in  Dec.  4, \n1783,  at  Francis'  Tavern,  New  York  city,  he  took  leave  of  his  brother \noflBcers  and  comrades  in  arms  in  terms  of  warm  affection. \n\nAfter  the  close  of  the  war,  Maj.  Sumner  was  appointed  commis- \nsioner to  settle  the  accounts  between  the  United  States  and  Georgia ; \nand  in  this  capacity,  for  several  successive  winters,  visited  that  State. \nOn  the  voyage,  upon  his  return  from  one  of  these  visits,  he  was  taken \nill,  after  eating  of  a  dolphin  caught  off  the  copper  banks  of  Cape  Hat- \nteras ;  and,  though  his  vessel  made  a  rapid  passage  to  New  York,  and \nhe  landed  without  delay,  he  died  on  the  day  after  his  arrival,  Sept. \n16,1789.  He  was  buried  with  distinguished  military  honors.  Among \nthe  pall-bearers  at  his  funeral  was  Alexander  Hamilton.  His  remains \nwere  interred  near  the  middle  of  St.  Paul's  church-yard,  in  New  Y''ork ; \nand,  about  one  month  afterwards,  Maj.  Lucas,  of  Georgia,  was  buried \nby  his  side.  One  monumental  stone  covers  them  both,  with  an  appro- \npriate inscription  over  the  body  of  each.  That  over  Maj.  Sumner \nis  as  follows  :  \"  This  tomb  contains  the  remains  of  Maj.  Job  Sumner, \nof  the  Massachusetts  line  of  the  army  of  the  Revolution  ;  who,  having \nsupported  an  unblemished  character  through  life,  as  the  soldier,  citizen \nand  friend,  died  in  this  city,  after  a  short  illness,  universally  regretted \nby  his  acquaintance,  on  the  16th  day  of  September,  1789,  aged  33 \n[35]  years.\" \n\nAt  the  time  of  Maj.  Sumner's  decease,  his  son  was  a  student  at \nAndover  Academy,  under  Mr.  Pemberton,  where  he  was  prepared  for \ncollege.  He  entered  Harvard  College  in  1792,  and  received  the  degree \nof  Bachelor  of  Arts  in  1796.  Among  his  classmates  with  whom  he \nwas  on  terms  of  friendship  was  John  Pickering,  the  eminent  Greek \nlexicographer,  James  Jackson,  the  head  of  the  medical  profession  in \nBoston,  Leonard  Woods,  of  Andover,  the  profound  divine.  With  the \nlatter  Mr.  Sumner  was  ever  on  terms  of  affectionate  intimacy.  While \nin  college  he  developed  poetical  talents  which  were  then  highly  favored. \nHe  delivered  a  \"Valedictory  Poem\"  before  the  Speaking  Club,  when \nhis  classmates  left  that  society  at  the  end  of  the  junior  year;  also,  at \none  of  the  college  exhibitions,  a  poem  entitled  \"The  Compass,\"  which \nwas  much  admired,  and  was  shortly  afterwards  printed  in  a  pamphlet. \nThere  is  now  in  the  possession  of  his  family  a  copy  of  Shakspeare \nand  Young's  Night  Thoughts,  inscribed  in  each  as  follows,  in  the  beau- \ntiful and  distinct  handwriting  of  the  Rev.  Dr.  Jenks,  a  fellow-student \n4nd  friend  of  Mr.  Sumner,  though  two  years  after  him  in  college : \n\n\nCHARLES   PINCKNEY   SUMNER.  327 \n\n\"These  volumes  are  presented  to  C.  P.  Summer,  by  several  members \nof  Harvard  University,  who  are  desirous  of  expressing  their  acknowl- \nedgments for  the  pleasure  afforded  by  his  poem  entitled  '  The  Com- \npass,' and  for  the  honor  which  it  confers  upon  the  literary  character \nof  the  University.\"  The  same  poem  prompted  from  another  friend, \nJoseph  Story,  afterwards  the  illustrious  judge,  a  few  poetical  lines, \nexpressive  of  warm  approval  of  the  production,  and  hvely  anticipa- \ntion of  his  future  success.  We  here  transcribe  the  apostrophe  from \nthe  autograph  of  Justice  Story,  very  neatly  inscribed  on  the  back  of \nthe  title-page  of  a  printed  copy  of  this  poem,  in  the  possession  of \nCharles  Sumner,  our  Senator  to  Congress,  which  may  be  viewed  as  a \nvaluable  part  of  his  patrimony : \n\n\"  TO    THE   AUTHOR. \n\n\"  Sure  some  celestial  Muse  thy  pen  inspired, \nWith  noblest  thoughts  thy  glowing  bosom  fired, \nTo  trace,  with  magic  art,  the  varied  line. \nAnd  to  Pope's  smoothness  Milton's  grandeur  join. \nSumner,  thy  worth  Columbia's  sons  shall  own. \nLong  as  the  magnet's  mighty  power  is  known  ; \nEnraptured  seraphs  shall  thy  praise  rehearse, \nAnd  Fame  with  laurels  consecrate  thy  verse  ; \nGenius  shall  place  her  crown  upon  thy  head, \nAnd  future  bards  revere  the  poet  dead. \n\n\"J.  S.     Jitne,  1796.\" \n\nWe  cull  a  passage  from  '•  The  Compass :  \" \n\n\"  May  weeping  man  the  era  never  see. \nWhen  as  is  Carthage  shall  Columbia  be  ; \nWhen  glorious  works  of  art  shall  mouldering  lie, \nAnd  threatening  ruins  hold  the  distant  eye  ; \nStatues  of  Washington  shall  sink  in  dust. \nHis  name  unrescued  from  oppressive  rust  ; \nAdams  shall  sleep  unhonored  mid  the  dead, \nAnd  Hancock's  broken  column  scarce  be  read.\" \n\nOn  commencement-day,  when  he  took  his  degree,  Mr.  Sumner  deliv- \nered a  poem  on  \"Time.\"  He  also  pronounced  the  valedictory  poem \nbefore  his  classmates,  when  they  completed  their  studies.  The  verses \nherewith,  from  the  valedictory,  in  apt  words  picture  the  kindred  friend- \nship among  his  fellow-classmates : \n\n'•  From  this  loved  spot  to  festal-board  we  go. \nAnd  give  the  cordial  hand  to  friend  and  foe  ;  l \n\n\n828  THE   HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nOne  firm  alliance,  one  enduring  peace, \nFrom  this  time  forth,  shall  never  cease  ; \nEach  shall  to  each  a  cheering  wish  extend, \nAnd  live  through  life  befriended  and  a  friend.\" \n\nAll  his  productions  at  this  early  period,  as  through  life,  indicate  a \nphilanthropic  spirit.  The  happiness  of  mankind  was  his  controlling \npassion.  Shortly  after  he  left  college  an  incident  occurred  expressive \nof  this  character.  He  passed  a  winter  in  the  West  Indies.  The  ves- \nsel in  which  he  was  a  passenger  happened  to  stop  at  the  Island  of  Hayti, \nwhich  was  then  rejoicing  in  its  independence  ;  and  the  officers  and  pas- \nsengers, with  other  American  citizens  there,  were  invited  to  a  public \nentertainment  on  the  anniversary  of  the  birth-day  of  Washington,  at \nwhich  Gen.  Boyer,  afterwards  president  of  that  republic,  presided.  Mr. \nSumner,  when  called  upon  for  a  toast,  gave  the  following  :  \"  Liberty, \nEquality  and  Happiness,  to  all  men;\"  which  so  much  pleased  Boyer, \nthat  he  sent  one  of  his  aids-de-camp  to  invite  the  young  American  to \ntake  the  seat  of  honor  by  his  side  at  the  feast. \n\nMr.  Sumner  was  early  associated,  as  a  private  teacher,  under  the \nlie  v.  Henry  Ware,  pastor  of  the  first  church  in  Hingham,  and  Professor \nof  Divinity  in  Harvard  College,  1805,  towards  whom  he  ever  sus- \ntained relations  of  friendship.  He  shortly  made  a  visit  to  Georgia, \npartly  to  settle  the  estate  of  his  father,  and  journeyed  home  by  land \nthrough  the  Southern  States.  On  his  return,  he  devoted  himself  to \nthe  study  of  the  law,  in  the  office  of  Hon.  George  Richards  Minot ; \nand,  on  the  decease  of  that  ornament  of  Suffolk  bar,  he  finished  his \ninitiation  under  the  guidance  of  Hon.  Josiah  Quincy,  with  Avhom, \nthough  difiering  in  politics,  he  always  sustained  the  relations  of  warm \nregard.  In  1798  Mr.  Sumner  delivered  the  poem  before  the  Phi  Beta \nKappa  of  Harvard  College,  and  the  oration  on  this  occasion  was  deliv- \nered by  Rev.  John  T.  Kirkland.  On  Feb.  22,  1800,  Mr.  Sumner \ndelivered  at  Milton  a  eulogy  on  Washington,  Avhich  was  published  at \nDedham,  and  was  afterwards  embodied  in  the  octavo  volume  entitled \n\"Eulogies  and  Orations  on  Washington,\"  as  being  one  of  the  best \npronounced  on  the  virtues  of  that  illustrious  father  of  the  Union. \n\nAbout  the  year  1805,  when  pohtical  excitement  was  warm,  William \nAustin,  of  the  Democratic  party,  author  of  Letters  from  London,  in \nconsequence  of  political  differences  with  Gen.  Simon  Elliott,  in \nthe  Clu'onicle,  over  \"  Decius,\"  was  challenged  by  James  H.,  son \nof  the   general.      Mr.  Sumner   was    the  second   for    Mr.  Austin, \n\n\nCHARLES   PINCKNEY   SUMNER.  329 \n\nand  the  field  of  combat  was  in  Rhode  Island.  One  of  the  parties,  Mr. \nAustin,  was  slightly  wounded  by  a  pistol-shot.  Mr.  Sumner  deeply \nregretted  having  taken  a  part  in  this  conilict,  and  the  subject  was \nunknown  to  his  children  until  after  his  decease. \n\nMr.  Sumner  early  attached  himself  to  the  Democratic  party.  He \nwas  a  constant  and  tenacious  advocate  of  the  administration  of  Jeffer- \nson. His  name  appears  on  important  local  committees  during  this \nperiod.  He  wrote  in  the  Republican  newspapers,  and  took  part  in  pub- \nlic meetings.  He  delivered  a  public  address  on  the  second  inaugura- \ntion of  Thomas  Jefferson,  and  also  an  oration  on  the  4th  of  July,  1808, \nas  named  at  the  head  of  this  article.  It  was  published  in  a  newspaper \nof  the  period.  We  find  in  this  production  a  passage  as  well  adapted  to \nthe  present  political  excitement  as  it  was  to  the  fever  of  embargo  and \nnon-intercourse,  forty-two  years  ago  :  \"  There  is,  indeed,  no  diversity \nof  interest  between  the  people  of  the  north  and  the  people  of  the  south; \nand  tkeij  are  no  friends  to  either  Avho  endeavor  to  stimulate  and  embit- \nter the  one  against  the  other.  What  if  the  sons  of  Massachusetts \nrank  high  on  the  roll  of  Revolutionary  fame  ?  The  wisdom  and  hero- \nism for  which  they  have  been  distinguished  will  never  permit  them  to \nindulge  an  inglorious  boast.  The  independence  and  liberty  we  possess \nare  'the  result  of  joint  counsels  and  joint  efforts, —  of  common  dan- \ngers, sufferings  and  successes ; '  and  God  forbid  that  those  who  have \nevery  motive  of  sympathy  and  interest  to  act  in  concert  should  ever \nbecome  the  prey  of  party  bickerings  among  themselves.\" \n\nFor  several  years  during  the  period  of  1806,  and  excepting  one  year, \nuntil  1813,  Mr.  Sumner  was  clerk  of  the  House  of  Representatives, \nwhen  Perez  Morton  and  Joseph  Story  were  speakers,  and  Marcus \nMorton,  afterwards  governor,  was  clerk  of  the  Senate.  In  1810  Mr. \nSumner  was  a  lieutenant  in  the  Boston  regiment,  and  his  punctilious \nobservance  of  military  etiquette  is  in  the  memory  of  old  men  among \nus.  Mr.  Sumner  did  not  long  actively  engage  in  political  matters. \nThe  care  of  a  large  family  occupied  much  of  his  time.  He  was  mar- \nried, April  25,  1810,  to  Miss  Relief  Jacob,  of  a  respectable  family,  in \nHanover,  Plymouth  county,  and  had  nine  children  ;  of  these,  only  five \nsurvive.  Mrs.  Sumner  has  been  a  lovely,  devoted  mother,  who  has \nlargely  contributed  to  the  formation  of  their  character.  Mr.  Sumner \nwas  a  well-read  lawyer,  and  faithful  in  all  that  he  undertook.  He  was \npeculiarly  fortunate  in  the  intimate  regard  of  the  members  of  the  bar, \n38* \n\n\n330  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nand  especially  that  of  Chief  Justice  Parker ;  but  he  never  engaged  in \nextensive  practice. \n\nIn  1825  Mr.  Sumner  was  appointed  by  Gov.  Lincoln  to  the  elevated \nstation  of  sheriff  of  the  county  of  Suffolk.  This  office  he  retained,  by \nsuccessive  appointments,  down  to  the  time  of  his  decease,  in  April  24, \n1839.  Perhaps  no  incumbent  has  ever  filled  that  office  in  this  county \nwho  made  its  duties  the  subject  of  more  careful  study.  lie  explored \nthe  history  and  origin  of  the  office  in  the  English  law,  and  its  intro- \nduction into  Massachusetts.  Peculiar  evidence  of  this  appears  in  the \ndiscourse  which  he  delivered  before  the  court  and  bar,  in  the  court- \nhouse, Boston,  June,  1829,  on  some  points  of  difference  between  the \nsheriff's  office  in  Massachusetts  and  in  England.  This  was  published \nin  the  American  Jurist  for  July,  1829,  vol.  2.  It  was  also  published \nin  a  pamphlet.  It  is  a  valuable  production,  both  in  a  historical  and \njudicial  point.  It  concludes  with  personal  sketches  of  his  predecessors \nin  office.  He  relates  of  Jeremiah  Allen,  the  earliest  sheriff  whom  he \never  saw,  that  he  was  a  rich  and  a  moral  old  bachelor,  of  whom  it  was \nonce  jocularly  said,  in  his  presence  and  hearing,  that  \"  the  sheriff  knew \nvery  well  how  to  arrest  men  and  to  attach  women  ; \"  a  piece  of  humor \nwell  intended  and  well  received,  and \n\n*'  Praise  enough \nTo  fill  the  ambition  of  a  private  man.\" \n\nMr.  Sumner,  through  life,  was  remarkable  for  his  strict  and  most \nconscientious  integrity.  More  than  one  person  remarked  of  him,  that \nhe  would  trust  his  whole  fortune  to  him,  without  bond  or  security  of \nany  kind.  He  felt  keenly  the  responsibilities  of  his  office  ;  and,  at \ntimes,  to  such  a  degree,  that  he  talked  of  resigning,  that  he  might  be \nrelieved  from  their  anxieties.  He  always  preserved  his  interest  in  lit- \nerature, especially  in  history  and  poetry ;  and,  in  advanced  life,  he \njoined  in  the  classical  studies  of  his  children.  Though  at  times  aus- \ntere and  reserved,  his  general  manners  Avere  simple,  easy,  flowing,  and \naffable.  He  has  been  characterized  as  \"the  best-mannered  man  in \nBoston  ;\"  and,  to  show  how  near  his  heart  was  such  a  habit,  we  will \ncite  the  sentiment  given  in  Faneuil  Hall,  August,  1827,  at  the  festival \nafter  the  annual  exhibition  of  the  public  schools  :  \"  Good  learning  and \n(^ood  manners :  Two  good  companions.  Happy  when  they  meet,  they \nouo-ht  never  to  part.\"  Sheriff  Sumner  was  small  of  stature,  an  ema- \nciated, attenuated  figure,  and  a  remarkable  contrast  to  Samuel  Badlam, \n\n\nCHARLES   PINCKNEY   SUMNER.  331 \n\nthe  jailer  of  Suffolk,  tlie  most  rotund,  ponderous  man  in  Boston,  and \nthe  Lambert  of  New  England. \n\nThere  are  several  occasional  poems  of  his  which  are  still  preserved, \nparticularly  odes  and  songs  for  charitable  and  political  festivals.  Among \nhis  publications  was  a  letter  in  reply  to  one  from  the  Anti-masonic  com- \nmittee for  the  county  of  Suffolk,  dated  Oct.  19,  1829,  in  which  he \nexposed,  in  temperate  language,  the  character  and  pretensions  of  the \nMasonic  institution.  This  was  published  in  a  pamphlet,  and  exten- \nsively circulated.  It  is  a  document  marked  by  great  gentleness  and \nforbearance,  and  some  refinement  of  taste.  A  published  collection  of \nhis  fugitive  pieces  Avould  be  a  memorial  of  his  patriotic  spirit. \n\nIn  giving  toasts  at  public  festivals,  he  was  often  called  upon,  and \nnot  unfrequcntly  expressed  himself  in  verse.  Some  of  these  are  very \nfelicitous.  The  Hon.  Josiah  Quincy,  our  model  mayor,  in  calling  upon \nhim  once,  gave  as  a  toast :  \"  The  Sheriff  of  Suffolk  :  The  only  sheriff, \nexcept  Walter  Scott,  born  on  Parnassus.\"  The  following  toasts,  given \nJuly  4,  1826,  might  well  vindicate  this  comphment :  '•  The  United \nStates  :    One  and  indivisible. \n\n\"  Firm  like  the  oak  may  our  blest  Union  rise. \nNo  less  distinguished  for  its  strength  and  size  ; \nThe  unequal  branches  emulous  unite \nTo  shield  and  grace  the  trunk's  majestic  height  ; \nThrough  long  succeeding  years  and  centuries  live, \nNo  vigor  losing  from  the  aid  they  give. ' ' \n\nWe  cite  another  toast,  given  July  4, 1828,  which  gives  a  just  tribute \nto  agriculture,  and  a  skilful  comphment  to  Gov.  Lincoln,  Avho,  hke  Cin- \ncinnatus,  though  at  the  head  of  the  commonwealth,  was  a  practical \nfarmer :    \"  Agriculture  : \n\n*'  In  China's  realms,  from  earliest  days  till  now, \nThe  well-loved  emperor  annual  holds  the  plough  ; \nHere,  too,  our  worthiest  candidates  for  fame. \nWith  unsoiled  honor,  sometimes  do  the  same. \nUpholding  such,  our  yeomen's  generous  hearts \nShow  a  just  reverence  to  the  first  of  arts. ' ' \n\nIn  the  latter  days  of  his  life  he  rarely  voted,  and  was  reluctant \nto  be  called  of  any  particular  party;  but  he  always  remembered, \nwith  satisfaction,  his  early  connection  with  the  old  Republican  party, \nand  with  many  of  the  leaders  of  the  old  Federal  party  he  was  on \n\n\n832  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nfriendly  terms.  He  Avas  invited  to  be  the  Anti-masonic  candidate  for \nGovernor  of  the  State,  -which  he  dechned.  He  was  also  urged  to  be  a \ncandidate  for  the  mayoralty  of  Boston,  at  the  time  when  Quincy  finally \nlost  his  election.  But  he  resolutely  declined,  preferring  the  oflBce  he \nheld ;  but  adding,  with  expressive  warmth,  that  he  could  never  consent \nto  be  a  candidate  against  his  early  friend. \n\nHis  memory  will  be  venerated,  in  his  descendants,  long  as  elo- \nquence, literature,  science  and  purity,  are  recognized  in  sons  such  as \nCharles,  George  and  Horace  Sumner,  the  second  of  whom  is  widely \nknown  as  a  traveller,  and  by  the  accuracy  and  extent  of  his  attain- \nments. He  was  born  Feb.  5,  1817.  He  was  educated  in  the  Boston \nHigh  School ;  visited  Europe  in  1838,  and  has  remained  there  to  this \nperiod.  While  in  Russia  he  enjoyed  the  peculiar  favor  of  the  Empe- \nror Nicholas,  and  has  travelled  some  time  as  his  guest.  Nicholas \nreposed  more  confidence  in  him,  for  information  on  this  country,  than \non  any  other  American.  He  made  a  voyage  round  the  Black  Sea. \nwith  the  Russian  fleet,  and  also  an  excursion  to  the  Caucasus.  Here \nhe  visited  and  made  observations  on  mud  volcanoes,  not  described  before \nsince  Marco  Polo ;  visited  Constantinople,  Syria,  the  Holy  Land, \nEgypt,  and  Greece.  In  the  latter  country  he  wrote  an  elaborate  letter \non  its  condition,  which  was  published  in  the  Democratic  Review.  He \nthen  passed  a  year  in  Italy,  Sicily, — ascending  Mount  ^tna, —  and \nnext  visited  Germany,  Hungary,  Holland,  Belgium,  and  France.  At \nLeyden  he  made  curious  investigations  into  the  history  of  the  Pilgrim \nFathers,  especially  of  John  Robinson,  published  in  the  Collections  of \nthe  Massachusetts  Historical  Society.  He  then  proceeded  to  England, \nand  from  thence  to  Spain,  where  he  passed  a  year.  Since  his  return \nfrom  Spain,  he  has  resided  in  Paris,  with  an  occasional  visit  to  England \nand  Germany.  In  all  these  countries  he  has  become  personally \nacquainted  with  those  who  are  most  eminent  in  science,  literature,  and \npolitics.  In  Hungary,  several  years  before  its  unsuccessful  attempts \nat  revolution,  he  formed  a  personal  acquaintance  with  Kossuth.  He \nhas  for  years  enjoyed  an  intimacy  with  the  great  Humboldt,  who  has \nexpressed  a  great  interest  in  his  conversation  and  opinions.  He  was \nfamiliarly  acquainted  with  Lamartine  and  De  Tocqueville,  in  France. \nThe  latter,  in  a  recent  letter  to  Gen.  Cavaignac,  has  characterized  him \nas  follows:  \"Mr.  Sumner  is  a  man  of  superior  intelligence,  very \naccomplished,  perfectly  familiar  with  all  European  afiairs,  and  knowing \n\n\nWILLIAM   TUDOR.  333 \n\nthe  different  parties  and  politics  of  Europe  much  better  than  any \nEuropean.\"     He  is  a  member  of  several  learned  societies  of  Europe. \n\nThe  youngest  son  of  Mr.  Sumner,  Horace,  born  Dec.  25,  1824, \nand  educated  in  the  Boston  High  School,  perished  in  the  wreck  of  the \nship  Elizabeth,  on  Fire  Island,  near  New  York  city,  July  18,  1850. \nHe  was  an  invalid,  returning  from  a  year  in  Italy,  whither  he  had \nbeen  in  pursuit  of  health.  Among  his  companions  in  misfortune  Avas \nthe  Marchioness  Fuller  Ossoli,  her  husband  and  child ;  but  her  lofty \nintellectual  character  did  not  excite  a  stronger  interest  than  the \nmoral  excellences  of  young  Sumner.  This  lady  was  the  daughter  of \nHon.  Timothy  Fuller,  whom  we  have  sketched  as  an  orator  for  July, \n1831.  The  Christian  Register  for  July  27,  1850,  states  that  \"In \nthe  same  ship  was  a  young  man  of  the  most  pure,  unambitious,  loving \nand  gentle  life,  whose  quiet  virtues  had  singularly  endeared  him  to  the \nfew  who  knew  him,  and  whose  death  at  any  time  could  only  be \nregarded  as  a  blessed  dispensation  to  him,  however  severe  it  might  be \nto  his  friends.\"  Horace  Sumner,  says  the  Register,  was  retiring  in \nhis  habits  and  tastes,  but  his  memory  will  long  be  cherished  by  liis \nfriends  with  peculiar  interest  and  affection. \n\n\nWILLIAM   TUDOR. \n\nJULY  4,  1809.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  in  Boston,  Jan.  28,  1779,  and  was  the  son  of  Hon.  Judge \nTudor ;  was  educated  at  Phillips'  Academy.  Andover ;  and  graduated \nat  Harvard  College  in  1796,  at  which  time  he  engaged  in  a  dialogue \non  the  Advantages  of  Public  Education.  Having  an  ambition  for \nmercantile  pursuits,  he  entered  the  counting-room  of  John  Codman, \nan  eminent  merchant,  who  early  sent  him  to  Paris  as  his  confidential \nagent;  and,  after  his  return  to  Boston,  he  sailed  for  Leghorn,  and \nmade  the  tour  of  Europe,  cultivating  his  natural  taste  for  literature \nand  hterary  men  wherever  he  went.  In  1805  he  was  one  of  the \nfounders  of  the  Literary  Anthology  Club,  the  most  delightful  literary \nand  social  institution  ever  formed  in  Boston ;  and  in  November  of  this \n\n\n334  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nyear  embarked  for  the  West  Indies,  in  company  witli  James  Savage, \nfor  the  purpose  of  estabhshing  a  new  object  of  commerce,  by  the  trans- \nportation of  ice  to  tropical  climates,  and  the  erection  of  ice-houses  as \nplaces  of  deposit.  He  founded  the  traffic,  as  agent  of  Frederic  Tudor, \nhis  brother,  to  his  entire  approbation.  He  was  a  State  representative \nfor  Boston;  and  clerk  of  Suifolk  County  Courts,  in  1816,  and  a \ncounsellor-at-law.  In  1810  he  published  a  Phi  Beta  Kappa  oration, \nthe  delivery  of  which  was  prevented  by  his  departure  for  Europe, \nwhen  he  became  agent  for  Stephen  Higginson,  Esq.,  in  an  endeavor \nto  introduce  large  quantities  of  English  manufactures  into  the  conti- \nnent of  Europe,  contrary  to  the  hostile  decrees  of  Napoleon  against  the \nrights  of  neutrals. \n\nIn  1815  Mr.  Tudor  delivered  an  address  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa \nSociety,  the  object  of  which  was  to  refute  the  opinion,  that  one  reason \nwhy  we  have  not  produced  more  good  poems  was  owing  to  the  want \nof  subjects,—  that  the  appropriate  themes  of  other  countries  had  been \nexhausted  by  their  own  poets,  and  that  none  existed  in  ours.  In  this \nadmirable  performance,  he  makes  it  evident  that  the  scenery  and  history \nof  our  country  afford  abundant  material  to  the  man  of  genius.  His \nconcluding  sentence  is  as  follows :  \"  The  same  block  of  marble  which, \nin  the  hands  of  an  artisan,  might  only  have  formed  a  step  for  the \nmeanest  feet  to  trample  on,  under  the  touch  of  genius  unfolded  the \nBelvidere  Apollo,  glowing  with  divine  beauty  and  immortal  youth, \nthe  destroyer  of  the  Python,  the  companion  of  the  Muses,  the  majes- \ntic god  of  eloquence  and  poetry.\" \n\nIn  allusion  to  the  novel  enterprise  of  transporting  ice  to  tropical \nclimates,  originated  by  the  Tudors,  the  Hon.  Edward  Everett  renders \nthe  following  beautiful  and  emphatic  tribute : \n\n'•  The  gold  expended  by  this  gentleman  at  Nahant,\" —  Mr.  Frederick \nTudor, — '•  whether  it  is  little  or  much,  was  originally  derived,  not  from \nCalifornia,  but  from  the  ice  of  our  own  Fresh  Pond.  It  is  all  Middlesex \nf^old,  every  pennyweight  of  it.  The  sparkhng  surface  of  our  beautiful \nponds,  restored  by  the  kindly  hand  of  nature  as  often  as  it  is  removed, \nhas  yielded  and  will  continue  to  yield,  ages  after  the  wet  diggings? \nand  the  dry  diggings  of  the  Sacramento  and  the  Feather  rivers  are \nexhausted,  a  perpetual  reward  to  the  industry  bestowed  upon  them. \nThe  sallow  Genius  of  the  mine  creates  but  once ;  when  rifled  by  man, \nthe  glittering  prize  is  gone  forever.     Not  so  with  our  pure  crystal \n\n\nWILLIAM   TUDOR.  335 \n\nlakes.     Them,  with  each  returning  -winter,  the  austere  but  healthful \nspirit  of  the  North, \n\n• With  mace  petrific,  cold  and  dry, \n\nAs  with  a  trident  smites,  and  fixes  firm \nAs  Delos  floating  once.' \n\n\"  This  is  a  branch  of  Middlesex  industry  that  we  have  a  right  to  be \nproud  of.  I  do  not  think  we  have  yet  done  justice  to  it ;  and  I  look \nupon  Mr.  Tudor,  the  first  person  who  took  up  this  business  on  a  large \nscale,  as  a  great  public  benefactor.  He  has  carried  comfort,  in  its \nmost  inoffensive  and  salutary  form,  not  only  to  the  dairies  and  tables \nof  our  own  community,  but  to  those  of  other  regions,  throughout  the \ntropics,  to  the  furthest  east.  If  merit  and  benefits  conferred  gave \npower,  it  might  be  said  of  him,  with  more  truth  than  of  any  prince  or \nruler  living, \n\n' super  et  Garamantas  et  Indos \n\n\nProferet  imperium.' \n\n\"  When  I  had  the  honor  to  represent  the  country  at  London,  I  was \na  little  struck,  one  day,  at  the  royal  drawing-room,  to  see  the  President \nof  the  Board  of  Control  (the  board  charged  with  the  supervision  of  the \ngovernment  of  India)  approaching  me  with  a  stranger,  at  that  time \nmuch  talked  of  in  London, —  the  Babu  Dwarkanauth  Tagore.  This \nperson,  who  is  not  now  living,  was  a  Hindoo  of  great  wealth,  liberality \nand  intelligence.  He  was  dressed  with  oriental  mamificence  ;  —  he \nhad  on  his  head,  by  way  of  turban,  a  rich  cashmere  shawl,  held \ntogether  by  a  large  diamond  broach ;  another  cashmere  around  his \nbody :  his  countenance  and  manners  were  those  of  a  highly  intelligent \nand  remarkable  person,  as  he  was.  After  the  ceremony  of  introduc- \ntion was  over,  he  said  he  wished  to  make  his  acknoAvledgments  to  me, \nas  the  American  minister,  for  the  benefits  which  my  countrymen  had \nconferred  on  his  countrymen.  I  did  not  at  first  know  what  he  referred \nto ;  I  thought  he  might  have  in  view  the  mission  schools,  knowing  d^ \nI  did  that  he  himself  had  done  a  great  deal  for  education.  He  imme- \ndiately said  that  he  referred  to  the  cargoes  of  ice  sent  from  America  tx> \nIndia,  conducing  not  only  to  comfort,  but  health ;  adding,  that  numer- \nous lives  were  saved  every  year,  by  applying  lumps  of  American  ice \nto  the  head  of  the  patient,  in  cases  of  high  fever.  He  asked  me  if  I \nknew  from  what  part  of  America  it  came.  It  gave  me  great  pleasure \nto  tell  him  that  I  Uved,  when  at  home,  within  a  very  short  distance  of \n\n\n336  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\ntlie  spot  from  wliich  it  was  brought.  It  was  a  most  agreeable  circum- \nstance to  hear,  in  this  authentic  way,  that  the  sagacity  and  enterprise \nof  my  friend  and  neighbor  had  converted  the  pure  waters  of  our  lakes \ninto  the  means,  not  only  of  promoting  health,  but  saving  life,  at  the \nantipodes.  I  must  say  I  almost  envied  Mr.  Tudor  the  honest  satis- \nfaction which  he  could  not  but  feel,  in  reflecting  that  he  had  been  able \nto  stretch  out  an  arm  of  benevolence  from  the  other  side  of  the  globe, \nby  which  he  was  every  year  raising  up  his  fellow-men  from  the  verge \nof  the  grave.  How  few  of  all  the  foreigners  who  have  entered  India, \nfrom  the  time  of  Sesostris,  or  Alexander  the  Great,  to  the  present \ntime,  can  say  as  much  !  Others,  at  best,  have  gone  to  govern,  too \noften  to  plunder  and  to  slay ;  —  our  countryman  has  gone  there,  not  to \ndestroy  life,  but  to  save  it. —  to  benefit  them,  while  he  reaps  a  well- \nearned  harvest  himself.\" \n\nMr.  Tudor  originated  the  North  American  Review,  in  1815,  and  the \nfirst  four  volumes  of  this  national  repository  of  literature,  politics  and \nscience,  are  almost  entirely  from  his  own  hand ;  and  this  journal  soon \nexercised  an  unbounded  influence  over  the  American  mind.  His \nLetters  on  the  Eastern  States,  published  in  1819.  and  his  volume  of \ncollected  miscellanies,  mark  him  as  one  of  the  ripest  scholars  of  New \nEngland.  Mr.  Tudor  published  the  \"  Life  of  James  Otis,\"  in  1823, \nof  which  it  has  been  remarked  that  Tudor  exhibits  Otis,  not  in  a \nsolitary  portrait,  but,  like  Napoleon  on  his  brazen  column,  or  Wel- \nlington in  his  silver  shield,  as  the  prominent  figure  in  a  variety  of \ninteresting  scenes,  the  head  of  an  illustrious  group.  Mr.  Tudor  was \nthe  originator  of  the  present  Bunker  Hill  Monument.  It  came  to  his \nknowledge  accidentally  that  a  part  of  Bunker  Hill  was  for  sale ;  and \nhe  ascertained,  on  inquiry,  that  the  residue  embraced  the  spot  on \nwhich  the  American  redoubt  had  been  raised,  and  where  Warren  fell, \nand  that  this  might  probably  be  purchased  at  that  period.  Mr.  Tudor, \nin  the  year  1822,  expressed  a  desire  to  see  on  the  battle-ground  \"the \nnoblest  column  in  the  world ;  \"  and  witnessed  the  laying  of  the  corner- \nstone by  the  noble  Lafiiyette,  June  17,  1825.  He  died  before  its \ncompletion,  which  was  not  effected  until  July,  1842. \n\nMr.  Tudor  was  the  secretary  of  the  Bunker  Hill  ]\\Ionument  Asso- \nciation, instituted  June  17,  1823,  of  which  John  Brooks  was  its  first \npresident,  and  Daniel  Webster  was  the  first  orator,  June  17,  1825. \nMr.  Tudor  has  the  reputation  of  conceiving  and  originating  the  city \n\n\nDAVID   EVERETT.  337 \n\ncharter  of  his  native  city,  in  1822,  which  was  matured  and  drawn  up \nby  the  Hon.  Lemuel  Shaw. \n\nMr.  Tudor,  in  the  next  year,  was  appointed  consul  for  the  United \nStates  at  Lima  and  the  ports  of  Peru,  and  again  set  sail  from  his \nnative  city  in  Nov.  1823,  after  which  he  never  returned  to  his  beloved \ncountry.  In  1827  he  was  appointed  Charge  d' Affaires  of  the  United \nStates  at  Rio  Janeiro ;  and,  while  resident  in  that  place,  Mr.  Tudor \nwrote  a  work  of  imagination,  entitled  \"Gebel  Teir,\"  the  name  of  a \nmountain  on  the  east  bank  of  the  Nile,  on  which,  according  to  an \nArabian  legend,  the  birds  from  all  countries  of  the  world  annually \nassemble  for  the  purpose  of  counsel  and  debate, —  on  which  he  con- \nstructed an  allegory,  by  way  of  report  to  this  supposed  assembly  of \nbirds,  showing  his  views  and  opinions  on  the  condition  and  policy  of \nthis  country  and  the  nations  of  Europe.  While  Mr.  Tudor  was  in \nBrazil,  the  Rev.  C.  S.  Stewart,  a  chaplain  in  the  United  States  navy, \nwho  visited  him  at  the  Praya  de  Flamengo,  relates  that  he  was  received \nby  Mr.  Tudor  with  the  cordiality  of  a  brother,  and  was  admitted  at  once \nto  the  confidence  of  his  bosom.  He  discovered  in  him  traits  truly \nnoble  and  fascinating,  which  excited  an  admiration  and  an  attachment \nnever  to  be  forgotten. \n\nThe  treaty  of  Mr.  Tudor  with  the  court  of  Rio  Janeiro  was  the  last \npublic  service  he  was  permitted  to  render  his  country.  On  the  9th \nMarch,  1830,  he  died  of  a  fever  incident  to  the  climate.  Mr.  Tudor \nleft  many  manuscripts  regarding  the  countries  in  Avhich  he  resided, \nsome  of  them  nearly  completed.  His  official  correspondence  is  also \npreserved ;  and  it  is  hoped  that  all  his  productions  will  be  published  in \na  connected  form,  as  they  are  an  honor  to  the  literature  of  this  nation. \n\n\nDAVID   EVERETT. \n\nJULY  4,  1809.    FOR  THE  BUNKER  HILL  ASSOCIATION. \n\nMr.  Everett  delivered  an  oration  at  Amherst,  July  4, 1804,  which \nis  one  of  his  best  productions,  when  he  remarked :  \"It  was  from  the \nassiduous  care  of  our  forefathers  to  make  good  citizens,  their  habitual \nand  exalted  virtues  as  such,  that  our  country's  prosperity  increased  by \n\n29 \n\n\n338  THE   HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nsure  and  progressive  stops,  that  the  sturdy  roots  of  independence  shot \ndeep  and  spread  wide  before  its  branches  scarcely  appeared,  and  long \nbefore  its  fruit  was  anticipated  by  the  imagination.     This  tree,  which \nmay  yet  prove  the  tree  of  life  to  America,  or  the  upas  of  her  dissolu- \ntion, has  been  protected  by  the  memorable  heroism  of  the  veterans  of \nour  Revolutionary  war.     From  that  struggle,  its  branches  have  sprung \nup  to  luxuriance,  and  its  exuberant  fruit  clustered  on  every  bough. \nWe  vainly  call  it  the  work  of  our  own  hands,  and  are  elated  at  the \nsight  of  the  gorgeous  wonder.     Ambitious  to  ascend  and  enjoy  the \nfruit,  we  neglect  to  prune  its  branches  and  cultivate  its  roots.     Heed- \nless of  the  annoying  insect  and  insidious  worm  which  devour,  we  imag- \nine our  toils  are  ended,  and  the  blessing  secure.     But  as  this  blessing \nwas  growing  to  our  hands  before  we  sought  it,  ere  we  are  aware  it  may \nbe  taken  from  us.     Common  observation  shows  that  we  may  soon  lose, \nby  neglect,  what  has  been  acquired  by  the  prudence  of  years ;    and \nthat  precipitate  folly  may  destroy,  in  an  hour,  what  has  been  accumu- \nlated by  the  wisdom  of  ages.     It  is  to  stimulate,  not  to  discourage,  our \nexertion,  that  all  which  most  adorns  private  hfe  and  sheds  lasting  lustre \non  a  nation  is  acquired  by  assiduous  efforts,  and  maintained  by  con- \nstant care.     It  is  not  enough,  therefore,  that  our  ancestors  were  virtuous \nand  brave, —  that  they  were  exemplary  in  private  life,  and  conspicuous \nfor  their  devotion  to  the  common  good  of  their  country.     The  spirit \nof  gratitude  and  a  laudable  pride  require  that  Ave  should  commemorate \ntheir  characters  with  filial  reverence.     Our  duty  to    ourselves,  our \ncountry,  and  our  God,  demand  more  than  the  empty  homage  of  the \ntongue.     They  urge  us  to  revere  their  example ;  to  make  their  correct \nhabits  and  wholesome  precepts  familiar  to  ourselves  and  our  children : \nto  view  wealth  as  useless  lumber,  without  the  former,  and  knowledge \nas  worse  than  vain,  without  the  latter.     Pursuing  their  well-known \ntrack,  we  cannot  essentially  err.     It  has  '  hne  upon  line,  and  precept \nupon  precept,'  for  all  the  vicissitudes  of  life,  from  the  pure  and  simple \nlesson  that  falls  on  the  listening  infant's  ear  from  the  lips  of  the  affec- \ntionate mother,  to  those  sublime  truths  which  awe  our  reason,  and \npoint  the  way  to  heaven.     With  these  sure  guides,  we  have  it  in  our \npower  to  convince  the  doubting  world  that  a  republican  government  is \nnot  an  idle  theory, —  that  its  strength  is  the  union  of  its  citizens,  its \nwealth  their  public  spirit,  its  stability  their  virtue,  its  independence  the \nresult  of  all,  and  its  only  mystery  the  simplicity  of  its  principles,  exhib- \niting, in  obvious  social  duties,  the  whole  theory  of  its  policy.\" \n\n\nDAVID   EVERETT.  389 \n\nDavid  Everett  was  born  at  Princeton,  Mass.,  in  1769,  and  was  early \nleft  an  orplian,  his  father  having  fallen  in  military  service  in  the  war \nof  the  Revolution.  He  lived  and  was  under  the  guardian  care  of  rel- \natives at  Wrentham,  whence  he  went  to  the  New  Ipswich  Academy  at \nabout  the  age  of  twenty-one.  He  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in \n1795,  and  on  that  occasion  had  the  honor  of  the  valedic*'^-  ' \" \nwhich  he  predicted  of  our  country  as  follows : \n\n\"  Tlie  Muse  prophetic  views  the  coming  day, \nWhen  federal  laws  beyond  the  line  shall  sway  ; \nWhere  Spanish  indolence  inactive  lies. \nAnd  every  art  and  every  virtue  dies,  — \nWhere  pride  and  avarice  their  empire  hold. \nIgnobly  great,  and  poor  amid  their  gold,  — \nColumbia's  genius  shall  the  mind  inspire, \nAnd  fill  each  breast  with  patriotic  fire. \nNor  east  nor  western  oceans  shall  confine \nThe  generous  flame  that  dignifies  the  mind  ; \nO'er  all  the  earth  shall  Freedom's  banner  wave, \nThe  tyrant  blast,  and  liberate  the  slave  ; \nPlenty  and  peace  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole, \nTill  earth's  grand  family  possess  one  soul.\" \n\nHaving  studied  law  with  John  M.  Forbes,  he  entered  the  bar  in \nBoston,  and  had  an  office  in  Court-street,  in  company  with  the  noted \nThomas  0.  Selfridge,  who  killed  Charles  Austin,  in  State-street ;  in \n\n1801  was  poet  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  celebration  at  Cambridge ;  in \n\n1802  he  removed  to  Amherst,  N.  H.,  and  remained  in  that  town  until \n1807,  when  he  returned  to  Boston,  and  established  the  Boston  Patriot \nin  1809,  devoted  to  the  interests  of  the  Democratic  party.  It  was  in \nthe  paper  that  President  John  Adams,  who  had  become  disaffected \ntowards  the  Federal  party,  wrote  historical  reminiscences  and  political \nessays. \n\nMr.  Everett  was  author  of  a  very  agreeable  little  work,  entitled \n\"Common  Sense  in  Dishabille,\"  written  after  the  manner  of  Noah \nWebster's  \"  Prompter,\"  which  should  be  pubhshed  in  a  tasteful  form, \nand  widely  scattered.  He  wrote  dramatic  pieces,  one  of  which  —  \"  Da- \nranziel,  or  the  Persian  Patriot\" — was  performed  in  1800  at  the  Fed- \neral-street Theatre.  Mr.  Everett  early  engaged  in  politics,  and  wrote \nin  the  Boston  Gazette  over  the  signature  of  \"Junius  Americanus.\" \nHe  was  at  this  period  warm  in  the  interests  of  the  Federal  party ;  but \nhe  took  sides,  in  the  great  division  of  the  party  between  President \n\n\n340  THE  HUNDRBD   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAdams,  on  the  one  hand,  and  that  section  of  the  Federal  party  known \nas  the  Essex  junto,  and  inclined  in  opposition  to  the  latter.  Mr.  Ever- \nett married  Dorothy,  daughter  of  Dea.  Isaac  Appleton,  Dec.  29,  1799, \nwho  was  sister  of  the  eminent  Appletons  of  Boston.  In  1811  Mr. \nEverett  pubhshed  the  first  number  of  a  Demonstration  on  the  Divinity \nof  the  Scriptures  in  the  fulfilment  of  the  Prophecies,  being  a  series  of \nessays,  in  which  he  writes:  \"  I  have  endeavored  to  prove  that  the  peo- \nple of  the  United  States  of  America  are  distinctly  alluded  to  and  char- \nacterized by  the  inspired  writers,  Daniel  and  St.  John :  in  one,  by  the \nstone  cut  out  of  the  mountain,  without  hands ;  in  the  other,  by  the \nman-child  of  the  church  militant.  We  have  seen  that  those  symbols \nmust,  upon  every  principle  of  analogy  and  sound  reasoning,  necessarily \nrepresent  some  new  character  in  the  prophetic  drama,  at  or  before  its \ngrand  catastrophe ;  and  that  the  subject  represented  must,  upon  the \nsame  principles,  be  a  people  or  nation  deriving  their  origin  from  Chris- \ntendom. Such  are  the  people  of  the  United  States.  Their  origin  was \nthe  result  of  no  edict  or  formal  act  of  secular  power,  as  signified  by \nthe  figurative  expression  in  Daniel.  They  are  the  ofispring  of  the  per- \nsecuted and  reforming  church,  as  designated  by  St.  John.  They  have \nbeen  the  peculiar  subjects  of  that  protecting  care  of  Divine  Providence, \nso  strongly  intimated  by  those  striking  symbols  which  appear  to  give \nthe  first  distinct  view  of  them,  and  so  clearly  expressed  in  the  further \ndevelopment  of  their  history  and  character  by  both  these  prophets. \nThey  have  also  attained  their  national  independence,  as  evidently  rep- \nresented by  their  being  caught  up  to  the  throne  of  God,  the  manifest \nemblem  of  sovereign  power,  and  perhaps  of  the  excellence  of  its  form \nof  government.\"  We  do  not  discover  that  this  production  ever \nextended  to  another  number.  It  comprises  forty  pages  in  octavo, \nand  displays  great  ingenuity  of  argument.  In  1812  Mr.  Everett \nespoused  the  cause  of  De  Witt  Chnton  for  the  presidency,  in  oppo- \nsition to  James  Madison,  thus  returning  to  the  Federal  party.  He \nconducted,  also,  \"The  Yankee,\"  and  engaged  in  \"The  Pilot,\"  which \nsurvived  but  a  brief  period.  In  1813  he  removed  to  Marietta,  Ohio, \nwhere,  before  succeeding  in  establishing  a  proposed  newspaper,  he  died, \nDec.  21,  1813,  aged  forty-four  years. \n\nMr.  Everett  had  a  sprighthness  of  mind,  with  a  liberal  share  of  wit ; \nrare  poetic  taste,  as  his  poems  show ;  and  was  a  racy,  pungent  writer, \nadmirably  fitted  for  popular  efiect.  Mr.  Everett,  in  the  winter  pre- \nvious to  entering  Dartmouth  College,  in  1791,  when  a  teacher  in  the \n\n\nDAVID   EVERETT.  341 \n\ngrammar  school,  at  New  Ipswich,  prepared  a  little  poem  to  be  recited \nat  an  exhibition  got  up  in  the  academic  style,  composed  expressly  for \nEphraim  H.  Farrar,  to  be  spoken  by  him  on  the  occasion,  when  only \nseven  years  of  age.  We  quote  this  curiosity,  as  it  appears  in  Bing- \nham's Columbian  Orator.  It  is  a  rare  sample  of  juvenile  wit,  and  will \nbe  famous  so  long  as  a  youthful  orator  appears  on  the  floor  of  a  school \nor  an  academy : \n\n\"  You  'd  scarce  expect  one  of  my  age \nTo  speak  in  public  on  the  stage  ; \nAnd  if  I  chance  to  fall  below \nDemosthenes  or  Cicero, \nDon't  view  me  with  a  critic's  eye. \nBut  pass  my  imperfections  by: \nLarge  streams  from  little  fountains  flow  ; \nTall  oaks  from  little  acorns  grow  ; \nAnd  though  I  now  am  small  and  young, \nOf  judgment  weak,  and  feeble  tongue. \nYet  all  great  learned  men,  like  me. \nOnce  learned  to  read  their  A,  B,  C. \nBut  why  may  not  Columbia's  soil \nRear  men  as  great  as  Britain's  Isle,  — \nExceed  what  Greece  and  Rome  have  done. \nOr  any  land  beneath  the  sun  ? \nMay  n't  Massachusetts  boast  as  great \nAs  any  other  sister  State  ? \nOr  where  's  the  town,  go  far  and  near. \nThat  does  not  find  a  rival  here  ? \nOr  where  's  the  boy,  but  three  feet  high. \nWhose  made  improvement  more  than  I  ? \nThese  thoughts  inspire  my  youthful  mind \nTo  be  the  greatest  of  mankind  :  — \nGreat,  not  like  Caasar,  stained  with  blood, \nBut  only  great  as  I  am  good.\" \n\nIt  having  been  a  question  of  contest,  for  more  than  half  a  century, \nas  to  whom  this  little  poem  may  be  ascribed,  and  for  whom  it  was \nwritten,— the  prevailing  opinion  being  that  it  was  prepared  for  Edward \nEverett, —  we  find  in  a  speech  of  this  gentleman,  dehvered  at  Cam- \nbridge, after  the  public  school  examination  in  the  High  School,  July \n23,  1850,  his  own  declaration  to  the  contrary.  After  being  called  on \nby  the  mayor  to  address  the  company,  Mr.  Everett,  in  the  exordium, \nremarked  :  \"  May  it  please  your  honor,  I  cheerfully  comply  with  your \nrequest  that  I  would  say  a  few  words  on  the  present  occasion,  although \nI  am  aware  that  this  respectable  company  is  not  assembled  to  hear  me. \n29* \n\n\n342  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nI  may,  in  fact,  with  propriety,  use  the  words  of  a  favorite  little  poem, \nwhich  many  persons  have  done  me  the  honor  to  ascribe  to  me,  but \nwhich  was,  in  reality,  written  by  a  distant  relative  and  namesake  of \nmine, —  and,  if  I  mistake  not,  before  I  was  born.     It  begins  — \n\n•  Tou  'd  scarce  expect  one  of  my  age \nTo  speak  in  public  on  the  stage.' \n\nThis  place  and  the  day  belong  to  the  young ;  and,  after  what  we  have \nheard  from  them,  I  need  not  say  that  they  need  no  assistance  from  their \nseniors  to  give  interest  to  the  occasion.\"  And,  in  the  conclusion  of  an \nextended  speech  on  popular  education,  Mr.  Everett  cautions  the  scholars \nagainst  studying  too  hard  in  vacation,  and  advises  them,  after  the \nfatigues  of  three  months  at  school,  not  to  engage  in  work  for  eight  or \nten  hours  a  day  at  liome.  \"  I  hope  youT  fathers  and  mothers  will  not \npermit  it,\"  says  Everett.  \"If  you  insist  upon  a  half  an  hour  or  so \nin  the  morning,  and  as  much  more  in  the  afternoon  and  evening,  by \nway  of  amusement,  I  do  not  know  that  I  should  greatly  object ;  but \ntake  care  to  have  a  right  good  time,  and  come  back  at  the  end  of  the \nholidays  with  rosy  cheeks  and  bright  eyes,  ready  to  engage  with  eager- \nness in  the  duties  of  the  new  term.\" \n\nIn  our  outline  of  the  Hon.  Edward  Everett  appears  a  choice  little \npoem,  written  for  him,  and  spoken  by  him  at  a  school  exhibition  in  his \nnative  town  of  Dorchester.  The  boy  who  spoke  the  simple  speech \nwritten  by  David  Everett,  whose  name  was  Ephraim  Hartwell  Farrar, \nwas  writing-master,  in  1813,  in  the  elementary  school  of  Lawson  Lyon, \nlocated  on  the  north  side  of  Dr.  Channing's  church,  in  Boston,  where \nsons  of  our  most  distinguished  families  were  educated  ;  among  whom \nwere  boys  who  have  risen  to  eminence  in  public  life,  such  as  Rev. \nDudley  A.  Tyng,  and  Rev.  William  Furness,  of  Philadelphia ;  Alex- \nander Young,  D.D.,  Rev.  Samuel  J.  May,  Rev.  Ralph  \"Waldo  Emer- \nson, Rev.  Wm.  P.  Lunt,  William  H.  Gardiner,  John  Everett,  William \nParsons,  son  of  the  late  chief-justice,  and  the  Gilberts,  brokers,  in  State- \nstreet.  Master  Farrar  was  remarkable  for  a  mild  and  even  temper. \nA  gentler  soul  never  breathed,  and  his  benignant  light  stroke  of  the \nrattan  was  a  striking  contrast  to  the  eight  severe  blows  of  the  button- \nwood  ferule  vigorously  applied  by  Master  Lyon,  the  terror  of  the \nschool.  As  posterity  will  ever  desire  to  know  the  history  of  the  boy \nfor  whom  the  inimitable  speech  was  written,  we  will  relate  that  he  was \nthe  youngest  son  of  Rev.  Stephen  Farrar,  the  first  minister  of  New \n\n\nDAVID    EVERETT.  343 \n\nIpswich,  who  graduated  at  Harvard  College,  1755.  lie  was  bom \nDec.  8,  1783,  and  married  Phebe  Parker  in  1825,  widow  of  Jonas  C. \nChampney,  by  whom  he  had  one  daughter.  His  wife  died  in  1848  ; \nand  Master  Farrar  died  in  New  Ipswich,  Jan.  8,  1851.  After  being \nmany  years  a  teacher  in  Boston,  he  became  a  partner  in  trade  with  a \nMr.  Carleton;  and,  on  returning  to  his  native  town,  he  became  the \ntown-clerk,  which  station  he  occupied  until  his  decease.  He  was  edu- \ncated at  the  New  Ipswich  Academy ;  and  it  was  at  one  of  the  annual \nexhibitions  of  that  institution  when  ho  was  called  on  to  recite  this \nbeautiful  poem.  It  is  interesting  to  remark,  that  at  the  centennial \ncelebration  in  that  town,  September,  1850,  when  he  was  an  old  man, \nhe  was  called  out  again  to  personate  the  youth  for  whom  that  effusion \nwas  written ;  and,  immediately  rising,  merely  repeated  the  first  two \nlines : \n\n'*  You  'd  scarce  expect  one  of  iny  age \nTo  speak  in  public  on  the  stage,\" \n\nwhich  excited  the  risibles  of  the  audience. \n\nWe  cannot  be  parted  from  these  pleasant  reminiscences  without \nintroducing  Master  Farrar's  own  criticisms  on  the  subject.  In  writing \nfrom  New  Ipswich,  under  date  of  July  27,  1849,  he  relates  that  Mr. \nEverett  kept  the  grammar  school  in  the  centre  of  this  town,  and  got \nup  an  exhibition  in  the  academic  style,  and  at  this  time  wrote  the  lines \nexpressly  for  and  to  be  spoken  by  the  writer  of  this  communication, \nthen  a  httle  boy  seven  years  of  age.  \"  The  '  Lines  '  were  handed  to \nme  in  manuscript.  After  they  had  been  given  to  me,  I  had  always \nconsidered  them  as  in  a  sense  belonging  to  me,  to  my  native  state,  my \nnative  town.  When,  therefore,  I  saw,  in  the  printed  copy,  the  substi- \ntution of  two  words  for  two  in  the  original,  namely,  '  Massachusetts  ' \nand  'sister,'  for  '  New  Hampshire '  and  'Federal,'  I  thought  there \nwas  either  a  gross  mistake  in  the  printer,  or  an  infringement  upon  my \nrights ;  this  changing  the  place  broke  up  all  my  former  associations, \nand  entirely  destroyed  the  intrinsic  merits  of  the  piece.  Whether  this \nwas  done  by  the  author  or  not,  I  am  not  able  to  say.  I  am  rather \ninchned  to  think  the  latter  was ;  for  he  afterwards  became  a  politician \nof  the  Jefferson  school,  edited  a  paper  called  'The  Patriot,'  and  the \nword  '  Federal '  became  extremely  obnoxious  to  many  of  that  party. \nThis,  however,  I  never  quarrelled  much  about.  But  that  my  native \nState  should  receive  such  an  insult,  I  felt  very  indignant.  It  seemed \nto  my  youthful  heart  to  say,  there  was  one  man  who  might  possibly \n\n\n344  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nhave  some  doubts  whether  New  Hampshire  could  boast  as  great  as  any \nother  federal  State,  —  so,  to  end  all  dispute  everywhere,  he  would  put \nin  Massachusetts ;  but,  after  a  residence  of  several  years  in  the  very \nheart  of  that  State,  thus  becoming  more  expatriated  from  the  one,  and \nnaturalized  to  the  other,  and  seeing,  also,  that  every  little  boy  read \nthe  piece  just  as  if  it  were  his  own,  I  gave  over  the  contest,  and \nbecame  reconciled  to  the  change,  with  this  proviso,  that,  from  that \ntime,  every  boy  who  should  speak  the  piece  should  have  the  liberty  to \nsubstitute  his  own  State.\" \n\n\nWILLIAM    CHARLES  WHITE. \n\nJULY  4,  1809.    FOR  THE  BUNKER  HILL  ASSOCIATION. \n\nOn  tliis  occasion,  Mr.  White  pronounced  a  brief  oration,  after  which, \nanother  was  given,  by  David  Everett.  We  glean  two  eloquent  pas- \nsages from  his  oration  at  Worcester,  which  indicate  marks  of  a  power- \nful imagination:  \"The  hberty  of  the  press  forms  the  broad  basis  of \nthat  pyramid  of  freedom  which  rises  in  awful  grandeur  to  the  heavens, \nthe  majestic  monument  of  our  glory.  Tear  away  this,  and  that  super- \nstructure, now  the  envy  and  the  glory  of  the  world,  must  fall,  a  heap \nof  ruins,  to  the  earth.  Be  it  remembered,  my  countrymen,  that \nagainst  this  right  the  tyrant  has  ever  directed  his  eye,  with  jealous \nvigilance.  The  slavery  of  the  mind  forms  the  blackest  preface  to  his \nvoluminous  despotism.  So  long  as  this  remains,  so  long  may  he \nsecurely  riot  in  the  miseries  of  his  subjects.  He  may  steep  them  in \npoverty  to  the  very  lips,  and  bend  and  chain  down  their  captive  and \nservile  spirits  to  the  lowest  deep  of  debasement.  Yet  how  often  have \nwe  been  told  of  the  kingly  benefactions  to  which  literature  is  indebted  ! \nHow  often  has  it  been  vociferated  in  our  ears  that  the  soil  of  a  republic \nis  unfriendly  to  the  growth  of  the  fine  arts  !  This  is  a  theme  upon \nwhich  many  of  our  scholars  have  dwelt  with  proud  satisfaction.  They \nare  welcome  to  the  peevish  pleasure  of  such  paltry  prejudices.  Have \nthese  men  forgotten  that  every  Athenian  was  a  critic  in  eloquence  1 \nand  that  a  Roman  populace  has  often  been  alternately  soothed  and \n\n\n-     WILLIAM   CHARLES  WHITE.  345 \n\ninflamed  by  the  fire  and  pathos  of  Cicero  ?  Let  it  not  be  said  that  the \ntwo  republics  were  inauspicious  to  the  fine  arts.  Were  not  the  Muses \npassionately  wooed  by  the  favorite  votaries  1  Did  not  the  canvas  glow \nwith  mimic  life?  and  the  marble  emulate  the  noble  exterior  of \nhumanity  l \" \n\nHere  we  have  an  eulogium  of  Washington,  in  a  highly  poetic  strain  : \n\"  How  do  your  finest  heart-strings  tremble  and  vibrate  at  the  mention \nof  Washington  !  He  smiled  at  the  tempest ;  he  defied  the  storm  con- \njured up  by  the  black  incantations  of  ministerial  witchcraft,  and  hurled \nupon  our  devoted  country  by  the  dreadful  machinery  of  parliamentary \nfuries !  No  proud  abbey  boasts  the  exclusive  honor  of  his  precious \nrelics.  His  solitary  grave  is  hallowed  from  the  profane  tread  of  curi- \nous and  crowding  spectators.  In  this  consecrated  spot  the  poppy \nshall  never  fix  its  downy  root,  nor  the  wormwood  thrive,  nor  the  thistle \nshoot  its  bearded  and  unsalutary  stalk.  No ;  this  holy  soil  is  con- \ngenial only  to  those  eternal  laurels  that  there  spring  up,  and  bloom, \nand  flourish,  in  thick  and  emulating  clusters  !  There  genius  has  often \nknelt  in  humble  and  fervent  devotion,  and  rendered  up  his  varied  and \nrival  offerings.  But,  how  imperfect,  how  unworthy,  how  vain,  are \nhis  best  and  brightest  gifts  !  The  historian  has  sat  down  to  his  record, \n—  but  how  cold  are  his  facts,  how  inanimate  his  reflections !  The \nsculptor  has  plied  his  chisel, —  but  what  art  can  mould  the  reluctant \nmarble  into  the  representative  of  that  form  and  those  features  where \nevery  god  did  seem  to  set  his  seal  7  The  painter  has  spread  his  can- \nvas, —  but,  how  faint  the  resemblance  !  what  an  awkward  mimicry  of \nthe  original !  So  would  it  still  have  been,  though  a  Raphael  had \nsketched  the  design,  a  Titian  had  shed  his  colors,  a  Guido  had  lavished \nhis  graces,  a  Salvator  had  accumulated  his  sublimities  !  The  poet  has \npoured  his  verse, —  but  how  far  below  the  subject  would  have  been \neven  their  powers,  though  a  Pindar  had  thrown  his  bold  and  heedless \nhand  amidst  the  strings,  or  the  pathetic  Muse  had  trembled  out  the \ntenderest  note  that  ever  faltered  from  her  melancholy  lyre  !  \" \n\nWilliam  Charles  White  was  born  in  Boston  in  1777,  and  the  son  of \nWilham  White,  a  merchant  of  Boston,  who  apprenticed  him  to  Joseph \nCoolidge,  an  importing  Boston  merchant,  in  whose  employ  he  con- \ntinued for  a  few  years.  A  taste  for  polite  literature  soon  rendered  the \njournal  and  the  ledger  irksome  to  his  mind.  In  1796,  William  had \nwritten  \"Orlando,\"  a  tragedy,  afterwards  printed,  with  a  likeness  of \nthe  author.     In  the  winter  of  this  year,  his  father  visited  New  York \n\n\n346  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncity,  where  he  remained  during  a  long  period.  He  felt  an  abhorrence \nof  the  drama,  and  was  deeply  affected  to  find  his  son's  passion  for  it  so \nstrong  that  reproof  made  him  almost  insane  : \n\n\"  A  son  his  father's  spirit  doomed  to  cross, \nBy  penning  stanzas  while  he  should  engross.\" \n\nHis  father  writes  to  a  friend  in  Boston  as  follows:  \"William  had \nfor  some  time  discovered  his  propensity  for  theatric  exhibitions,  and  by \nall  opportunities.  I  discountenanced  in  him  this  inordinate  jiassion. \nDuring  my  absence  from  Boston  last  summer,  he  wrote  a  play,  which, \non  my  return,  some  of  the  family  mentioned  to  me.  Although  I  was \nnot  pleased  with  his  study  and  writings  in  this  style,  yet  I  supposed  it \na  good  opportunity  to  turn  his  attention,  and  destroy  gradually  his  pre- \ndilection for  the  stage.  About  a  month  previous  to  my  leaving  Boston, \nhe  grew  sick,  and  was  apparently  in  a  decline.  I  was  very  anxious, \nand  postponed  my  journey  for  some  time.  A  few  days  before  I  left \nhome,  he  seemed  to  be  in  better  spirits,  and  declared  himself  to  feel \nessentially  better  than  he  had  been ;  and  when  I  came  away,  opened \nhimself  in  a  very  dutiful  and  respectful  manner,  by  observing  that  his \nillness  arose  from  his  insatiable  thirst  for  the  stage ;  but  that  his  reso- \nlution had  gained  the  ascendency  of  his  desires, —  and  entreated  me \nnot  to  have  the  least  uneasiness  respecting  him  in  that  particular,  for \nhe  had  determined  not  to  give  way  to  that  inclination.\"  However \nsincere  was  the  promise,  it  was  soon  broken.  The  conflict  of  filial \nduty  with  passionate  desire  was  so  violent  as  to  bring  its  victim  to  the \nverge  of  distraction.  Un3.ble  to  resist  his  dramatic  love,  he  made  his \nfirst  appearance  at  the  Federal-street  Theatre,  Dec.  14,  1796,  in  the \ncharacter  of  Nerval,  in  the  tragedy  of  Douglas,  and  was  received  with \ngreat  applause.  In  a  letter  of  apology,  written  the  next  day  to  his \nfather,  he  says  :  \"  I  am  sorry  I  was  compelled  by  violence  of  inclina- \ntion to  deviate  from  my  promises  to  you ;  but  life  was  one  series  of \nvexations,  disappointment  and  wretchedness.  Pray  let  this  considera- \ntion have  some  weight  with  you.  But,  for  Heaven's  sake,  for  your \nown  sake,  and  for  my  own  sake,  do  not  tear  me  from  a  profession  which, \nif  I  am  deprived  of,  will  be  attended  with  fatal  consequences  ! \"  Never \ndid  parent  mourn  more  inconsolably  for  the  worst  follies  or  darkest \ncrimes  of  his  offspring,  than  did  the  father  of  the  actor  over  this \nexample  of  perversity  in  his  family.  His  epistles  are  filled  with \nexpressions  of  distress  so  extravagant  that  they  are  only  redeemed  from \n\n\nWILLIAM   CHARLES   WHITE.  347 \n\nbeing  ludicrous  by  the  deep  sorrow  they  breathe.  He  thus  addresses \nthe  tragedian:  \"Dear  William. —  for  so  I  will  still  call  you, —  my \nbeloved  son  !  stain  not  the  memory  of  your  amiable  and  tender  mother \nby  your  folly ;  break  not  the  heart  of  your  father, —  bring  not  down \nhis  gray  hairs  with  sorrow  to  the  grave,  but  rouse  yourself  from  this \nseeming  state  of  insanity  !  Your  youth  will  excuse  you,  for  once. \nBut,  for  God's  sake,  and  every  tiling  you  hold  dear,  I  pray  you  to \nrefrain,  and  be  not  again  seen  on  a  common  stage  !  \"  The  temporary \nsuccess  of  the  aspirant  for  theatric  fime  alleviated  the  sufferings  of  the \ndistressed  parent,  and  he  reluctantly  yielded  to  the  advice  of  friends, \nand  consented  that  William  might  occasionally  tread  the  boards,  but \nonly  in  the  elevated  walks  of  tragedy.  \"  Let  me  enjoin  it  upon  you,\" \nhe  writes,  \"  never  to  appear, —  no,  not  for  once, —  in  any  comic  act, \nwhere  the  mimic  tricks  of  a  monkey  are  better  fitted  to  excite  laugh- \nter, and  where  dancing,  singing  and  kissing,  may  be  thought  amuse- \nment enough  for  a  dollar.  No,  William  ;  I  had,  much  as  I  love  you, \nrather  follow  you  to  the  grave,  than  to  see  you,  and  myself,  and  my \nfamily,  so  disgi'aced.\" \n\nHe  appeared  as  Orlando  in  his  own  tragedy,  Dezio ;  as  Tancred,  in \nThompson's  Tancred  and  Sigismundi,  Jan.  2,  1797.  He  personated  J \nRomeo,  and  Octavian,  in  the  Mountaineers,  also,  on  the  Boston  stage. \nThe  tide  of  popular  fiivor  effected  what  parental  admonition  and \nentreaty  failed  to  accomplish.  Controversy  with  the  manager  arose, — \nthe  applause  which  followed  his  first  efforts  grew  fainter, —  the  fit  of \nromantic  enthusiasm  exhausted  itself, —  and  the  earliest  exertion  of \nreflection  resulted  in  the  determination  to  adopt  the  profession  of  the \nlaw.  In  July,  1797,  he  entered  the  office  of  Levi  Lincoln,  in  Wor- \ncester, as  a  student.  Li  July,  1800,  he  removed  to  Providence, \nwhere  he  completed  his  studies,  under  Judge  Howell,  and  opened  an \noffice  in  that  city.  In  1804  Mr.  White  delivered  an  oration  on  the \nnational  independence,  at  Worcester.  Not  finding  business,  and  being \nembarrassed  for  funds,  he  again  resorted  to  the  stage.  Dunlap \nrelates,  in  his  History  of  the  American  Theatre,  that,  \"  On  the  19th \nof  January  a  young  man  from  Worcester,  Mass.,  was  brought  out  with \nsome  promise  of  success,  in  young  Nerval.  Curiosity  was  excited, \nand  a  house  of  six  hundred  and  fourteen  dollars  obtained.  He  had \nperformed  in  Boston,  when  quite  a  boy,  with  that  applause  so \nfreely  and  often  so  industriously  bestowed  on  such  efforts ;  had  since \nstudied  law,  and  was  at  this  time  a  tall,  handsome  youth,  but  not \n\n\n848  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ndestined  by  nature  to  shine.  He  attempted  Romeo,  and  gave  hopes  of \nimprovement ;  but  much  improvement  was  wanting  to  constitute  him \nan  artist.\"  He  played  Alonzo,  in  Columbus;  Aimwell,  in  the  Beaux \nStratagem;  Theodore,  in  the  Court  of  Narbonne;  Elvira,  in  the \nChristian  Suitor ;  and  Altamont,  in  the  Fair  Penitent.  In  the  play \nof  the  Abbe  de  I'Epee  he  failed  altogether  in  the  part  of  St.  Alme, \nwas  hissed,  and  withdrawn  by  his  own  consent, —  as  it  was  announced \nto  the  public,  \"  on  finding  the  character  too  difficult.\"  About  this \ntime  was  begun,  and  nearly  completed,  a  drama,  with  the  title,  \"  The \nConflict  of  Love  and  Patriotism,  or  the  Afflicted  Queen,\"  still  pre- \nserved in  manuscript,  and  never  finished.  A  visit  to  Richmond,  Va., \nwhere  he  performed  a  few  nights,  was  crowned  with  success,  and  he \ndesigned  to  devote  his  life  to  the  stage.  The  reverse  of  fortune  in \nsome  of  his  eflforts  again  cured  the  dramatic  mania.  In  the  summer \nof  1801  he  returned  to  the  bar,  and  established  himself  at  Rutland, \nWorcester  county,  where  some  of  his  relatives  then  resided,  and  where \nhis  father,  who  had  become  unfortunate  in  business,  soon  after  removed. \nHe  was  married  to  Tamar  Smith,  the  daughter  of  a  respectable  farmer \nof  Rutland.  The  degree  of  eminence  and  emolument  he  attained  as \ncounsellor  did  not  satisfy  his  ambition,  and  he  sought  a  wider  field. \nHe  delivered  a  patriotic  oration  at  Rutland,  July  4,  1802.  In  May, \n1809,  he  prepared  to  publish  a  Compendium  of  the  Laws  of  Massa- \nchusetts, printed  in  that  year  and  in  1810, —  a  work  useful  in  that \nperiod,  but  soon  superseded  by  a  revision  of  the  statutes, —  and  its \npublication  was  attended  with  great  loss  of  money.  The  severe  but \nwitty  comment  of  an  eminent  jurist  on  this  work  was,  that  it  resem- \nbled the  tessellated  pavement  in  Burke's  description,  \"  here  a  little \nBlackstone,  there  a  little  White.\"  To  superintend  the  printing  of \nthis  work,  Mr.  White  removed  to  Boston  in  1810,  and  formed  a  pro- \nfessional engagement  with  David  Everett,  Esq.,  of  brief  continuance. \nIt  was  in  the  year  previous  that  Mr.  White  delivered  in  Boston  the \noration  named  at  the  head  of  this  article,  on  which  occasion,  in  the  pro- \ncession, appeared  the  ship  United  States,  full  rigged,  drawn  by  thirteen \nwhite  horses,  with  mounted  guns,  and  eight  artillery-men  on  each \nside.  In  1810  Mr.  White  pronounced  another  oration  on  the  national \nindependence,  at  Hubbardston.  On  the  resignation  of  Judge  Bangs, \nin  1811,  he  was  appointed  County  Attorney,  which  station  he  retained \nuntil  his  death.  In  1812  he  removed  to  Grafton,  and  in  1813  resided \nat  Worcester,  when  he  published  the  Avowals  of  a  Repubhcan,  being \n\n\nALEXANDER  TOWNSEND.  349 \n\na  vindication  repelling  the  charge  of  apostasy  from  democratic  princi- \nples, comprised  in  forty-eight  octavo  pages.  In  1814  Mr.  Wliite \nremoved  to  Sutton,  -where  he  married  a  second  wife,  Susan  Johonnot, \na  daughter  of  Dr.  Stephen  Monroe,  Aug.  13,  1815.  He  returned  to \nWorcester  in  1816,  and,  during  the  last  years  of  his  life,  owing  to  an \norganic  disease, —  the  dropsy, —  a  mortal  paleness  overspread  his \ncountenance,  and  he  died  May  2,  1818,  aged  41. \n\nThrough  the  whole  of  his  active  and  singular  career,  the  irrepress- \nible love  of  the  drama  was  his  ruling  passion.  The  Clergyman's \nDaughter,  by  Mr.  White,  a  play  founded  on  McKenzie's  Man  of  the \nWorld,  was  first  acted  on  the  Boston  stage  Jan.  1,  1810,  was  pub- \nlished, and  received  with  great  favor.  In  December  of  that  year  Mr. \nWhite  produced  The  Poor  Lodger,  a  comedy  (adopting  the  incidents \nof  Evehna,  an  exquisite  tale  by  Miss  Burney),  which  was  also  pub- \nlished.    He  was  an  editor  of  the  National  ^gis. \n\nMr.  Lincoln  remarks  of  him,  in  the  History  of  Worcester,  from \nwhich  a  large  portion  of  this  sketch  is  condensed,  that  he  possessed  a \nhigh  grade  of  talent  which  is  called  genius.  In  j\\Ir.  \"White's  addresses \nat  the  bar,  there  were  splendid  passages  of  eloquence  ;  but  they  were \nunequal, —  although  parts  were  strong,  they  were  not  connected,  with \nlogical  method  and  clearness.  His  taste  was  refined  and  correct. \nGreater  constancy  and  perseverance  might  have  raised  him  to  high \nrank  in  many  of  the  departments  of  forensic  exertion,  literary  efibrt,  or \ndramatic  exhibition. \n\n\nALEXANDER  TOWNSEND. \n\nJULY  i,  1810.     FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  oration  of  Mr.  Townsend,  we  find  a  h|ppy  allusion  to  a  pre- \ndiction advanced  in  Smith's  Wealth  of  Nations  :  \"  The  tree  of  our \nrepublican  liberty,  like  the  fabled  myrtle  of  ^neas,  sinks  its  roots  in \nblood.  To  agitate  it  extremely,  might  disturb  the  repose  of  our \nfathers.     Like  Polydore,  they  would  cry  to  us  from  the  ground, \n\n'  That  every  drop  this  living  tree  contains \nIb  kindred  blood,  and  ran  in  patriotic  veins.' \n\n30 \n\n\n350  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nLet  us  rally  under  its  brandies.  Its  leaves  are  healing  to  tlie  taste. \nTransatlantic  genius  long  since  predicted,  when  we  were  one  in  govern- \nment with  Britain,  that  in  little  more  than  a  century,  perhaps,  Amer- \nican taxation  >yould  be  more  productive  than  British,  and  the  seat  of \nempire  change.\" \n\n\"  Riot  robbed  glory  of  scarcely  a  life,\"  says  Mr.  Townsend.  \"  Not \na  drop  of  the  blood  that  was  poured  out  for  liberty  could  be  spared  for \nlicentiousness.  Little  mob  violence  disgraced  our  proceedings.  The \ndin  of  arms  could  not  drown  the  voice  of  law.  Men,  hurrying  on  to \nliberty,  still  stopped  to  do  homage  to  justice.  The  fifth  of  March, \n1770,  while  it  did  much  to  establish  our  independence,  did  more  to \nprove  we  were  worthy  of  it.  The  very  soldiers,  viewed  in  the  most \nodious  light,  as  members  of  a'  standing  army  quartered  upon  us  in \ntime  of  peace,  whose  firing  upon  the  populace  produced  death  and \nliberty,  were  almost  immediately,  by  that  populace,  and  for  that  firing, \nsolemnly,  deliberately  and  righteously,  acquitted  of  murder.  My \nfriends,  this  is  the  greatest  glory  in  our  history,  the  brightest  gem  in \nour  national  diadem.  Brutes  have  passions ;  men  should  govern  them. \nWe  have  another  instance.  In  the  temple  of  justice  a  voice  was  after- \nwards heard  :  '  I  will  this  day  die  soldier,  or  sit  judge ; '  and  then  was \nsuddenly  expressed  what  since,  thank  God,  has  proved  a  permanent \nfeature  of  the  New  England  judiciary.\" \n\nAlexander  Townsend  was  born  in  Boston,  and  son  of  David  Towns- \nend,  formerly  a  watch-maker  in  State-street.  He  graduated  at  Har- \nvard College  in  1802,  read  law  under  the  eminent  Samuel  Dexter, \nwas  an  attorney  of  Suffolk  bar  in  1806,  and  soon  became  a  counsellor- \nat-law.  He  was  an  unmarried  man.  After  the  delivery  of  the  oration \nat  the  head  of  this  article,  the  following  sentiment  was  given  for  the \norator  of  the  day,  by  the  president,  at  the  dinner  in  Faneuil  Hall : \n' '  May  the  principles  he  has  this  day  eulogized  long  have  the  support \nof  his  talents  and  his  eloquence.\"  Mr.  Townsend  gave,  on  this  occa- \nsion, \"Faneuil  Hall:  May  it  never  rock  to  sleep  the  independence  it \ncreated.\"  % \n\nMr.  Townsend  was  a  large  owner  of  real  estate  in  Boston  ;  and  wag \nproprietor  of  the  Marlboro'  Hotel,  originally  a  dark,  unsightly  build- \ning, which  he  remodelled  in  handsome  style  ;  and,  when  advertising \nthe  edifice  to  let,  informed  those  who  complained  that  the  building \nwas  deficient  in  light  that  they  had  better  blame  their  eyes  than  the \nedifice.     Mr.  To\\Ynsend  was  warmly  interested  in  the  political  topics \n\n\nDANIEL  WALDO  LINCOLN.  351 \n\nof  the  day,  and  frequently  engaged  in  active  debate  at  Faneuil  Hall ; \nbut  was  not  a  popular  speaker,  more  because  of  his  uncouth,  declama- \ntory manner,  than  for  want  of  forcible  argument.  He  died  in  Bos- \nton, April  13,  1885,  aged  51  years. \n\n\nDANIEL  WALDO   LINCOLN. \n\nJULY  4,  1810.    FOR  THE   BUNKER  HILL  ASSOCIATION. \n\nWas  son  of  Levi  Lincoln,  and  born  in  Worcester,  March  2,  1784  : \ngraduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1803,  on  which  occasion  he  dehvered \na  poem  on  \"  Benevolence.\"  He  studied  law  with  his  father,  settled \nin  Portland,  Me.,  and  was  appointed  by  Gov.  Sullivan  the  county \nattorney  of  Cumberland;  he  removed  to  Boston  in  1810,  and  returned \nto  Portland  in  1813.  The  early  decease  of  the  beautiful  Miss  Cald- \nwell, of  Worcester,  to  whom  he  was  engaged,  shortened  his  days.  He \nwas  a  brother  of  Governor  Lincoln.     He  died  April  17,  1815. \n\nThe  Bunker  Hill  Association  was  originated  on  the  brow  of  the \nbattle-field,  in  Charlestown,  July  4,  1808,  in  consequence,  probably, \nof  the  refusal  of  the  Federal  selectmen  of  Boston  to  permit  the  Repub- \nlican party  the  use  of  Faneuil  Hall,  for  the  celebration  of  our  national \nindependence,  thus  subjecting  them  to  the  necessity  of  obtaining  a \nchurch,  or  public  hall,  for  several  years;  which  elicited  the  forth- \ncoming sentiment  at  the  public  festival,  July  4,  1810,  after  the  dehv- \nery  of  the  oration  by  D.  W.  Lincoln  :  \"  The  Republican  Orator  of  the \nDay  :  Well  might  his  enemies  endeavor  to  obstruct  his  passage  to  a \nrostrum ;  the  name  of  Cicero  was  not  more  dreadful  to  the  Catilines  of \nRome  than  is  that  of  Lincoln  to  the  Esse.x  Junto.\" \n\nThe  oration  pronounced  this  day,  and  another,  delivered  at  Worces- \nter, July  4,  1808,  are  the  only  printed  memorialiof  this  writer  of  fine \nrhetorical  power.  \"  Tyrants,  beware  !  \"  commences  our  orator,  in  the \nperoration.  '-Dare  not  to  invade  the  sacred  rights  chartered  to \nnature's  children  by  nature's  God  !  Dare  not  to  provoke  the  ven- \ngeance of  valor,  the  indignation  of  virtue,  the  anathema  of  Heaven ! \nRestrain  the  savage  myrmidons  of  thy  power  from  the  sacrilegious \nviolation  of  peace,  the  prostration  of  law,  the  destruction  of  estate,  and \n\n\n352  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  sacrifice  of  life  !     Such  were  the  dictates  of  reason,  ere  usurping \npride  trampled  on  the  prerogatives  and  immunities  of  freemen.     Such \nwere  the  arguments  of  justice,  ere  legislative  voracity  wrested  from \nthe   stubborn  hand  of  labor  the  wages  of  toilsome  industry.     Such \n■were  the  petitions  of  loyalty,  ere  wanton  cruelty  had  curdled  the \nmantling  blood  of  kindred  affection,  or  annulled  the  hallowed  obligation \nof  filial  submission.     Such  were  the  entreaties  of  humanity,  ere  the \nministers  of  royal  barbarity  were  unleashed,  ere  ruin  revelled  at  hia \nharvest  home,  or  death  celebrated  his  carnival.\"    There  were  present  at \nits  delivery  John  Adams,  Robert  Treat  Paine,  and  Governor  Gerry, \nsigners  of  the  Declaration  of  Independence ;  H.  G.  Otis,  President  of \nthe   Senate,  and   Perez  Morton,  Speaker   of  the   House.     Without \ndoubt,  the  abrupt  outbreak  of  the  orator  prompted  the  men  of  power \nto  gaze  at  him,  as  the  audience  involuntarily  cast  their  eyes  upon \nthem,  desiring  to  know .  who  were  rebuked.     We  will  cite  another \npassage  from  the  one  at  this  date,  in  which  our  orator  enlarges  on  the \ndireful  effects  of  party  strife  :   \"  Like  the  enchantment  of  Circe's  bale- \nful cup,  party  spirit  has  transformed  mankind,  unmoulding  reason's \nmintage.     It  has  frozen  the  current  of  the  heart,  and  paralyzed  the \npulses  of  love.     Friendship  meets  a  stranger  in  forgotten  sympathy ; \nfraternity  turns  aside  from  alienated  affection ;  and  parental  tenderness \npetrifies  in  filial  estrangement.     The  demon  of  party  spirit  has  per- \nvaded even  to  the  penetralia,  and  subverted  the  altars  of  the  Penates, \nwhile,  enthroned  on  the  ruins,  he  triumphs  in  domestic  discord.     Party \nspirit  has  invaded  places  most  sacred,  reverend  and  holy;  has  pol- \nluted the  judgment-seat,  and  profaned  the  temples  of  the  Most  High. \nHistory  points  to  her  sanguine  leaf,  the  mournful  memorial  of  party \nrage.     See  ]\\Iarius'  spear  reeking  with  gore  !    Behold,  expiring  breath \nlingers  on  Sylla's  blade  !     Can  the  drops  be  numbered  that  fall  from \nJulius'  sword]     Can  the  stains  be  scoured  from  Antonius'   helm? \nMark  the  rose  dripping  with  blood,  where  brother  falls  beneath  a \nbrother's  hand,  where  man  is  unhumanized,  and  the  savage  is  fleshed \nin  kindred  carnage  !     Father  of  mercies  !  let  not  such  be  the  destiny \nof  my  country  !     Let  not  the  evening  star  go  down  in  blood  !     Educa- \ntion can  unlock  the  claspirig  charm,  and  thaw  the  murmuring  spell  of \nparty  spirit.     By  informing  man  how  little  man  can  know,  it  will \nrelax  the  dogmatical  pertinacity  of  ignorance,  and  infuse  a  temper  of \ncandor  and  kind  conciliation ;  not  the  obsequious  conciliation  which \nreceives  and  adopts  errors,  but  that  which  forgives  them.\" \n\n\nJAMES  SAVAGE.  353 \n\nI \n\nJAMES   SAVAGE. \n\nJULY  4,  1811.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  peroration  of  the  eloquent  performance  of  Mr.  Savage,  we \nhave  a  remonstrance  against  the  commercial  encroachments  of  Napo- \nleon, at  the  very  period  when  he  was  the  most  powerful  despot  in  the \nworld,  Avhich  evinces  a  manly  and  patriotic  spirit. \n\n\"Can  we  he  deluded,  my  countrymen,\"  says  Mr.  Savage,  \"out  of \nour  liberties  by  him  who  announces  that  '  the  Americans  cannot  hes- \nitate as  to  the  part  which  they  are  to  take ; '  who  declares  that  '  we \nought  cither  to  tear  to  pieces  the  act  of  our  independence,'  or  coincide \nwith  his  plans ;  who  implicitly  calls  our  administration  '  men  with- \nout just  political  views,  without  honor,  Avithout  energy ; '  and  who \nthreatens  them  '  that  it  will  be  necessary  to  fight  for  interest,  after \nhaving  refused  to  fight  for  honor '  7  Shall  the  emperor,  who  is  no  less \nversed  in  the  tactics  of  desolation  than  in  the  vocabulary  of  insult  and \nthe  promises  of  perfidy,  deceive  our  government  by  assertions  that '  His \nMajesty  loves  the  Americans,' — their  prosperity  and  their  commerce \nare  within  the  scope  of  his  policy?  We  knew  before  that  his  political \nmagazine  contains  rattles  for  babies,  as  well  as  whips  for  cowards. \nOur  commerce  has,  indeed,  long  been  within  the  scope  of  his  policy,  as \nour  merchants  and  mariners  will  forever  remember.  His  Majesty,  no \ndoubt,  does  love  the  Americans,  as  the  butcher  delights  in  the  lamb  he \nis  about  to  slaughter,  as  the  tiger  courts  the  kid  he  would  mangle  and \ndevour.  For  such  promises,  the  sacrifice  of  honor,  of  interest,  of \npeace,  of  liberty,  and  of  hope,  is  required.  For  such  promises,  some \nare  willing  to  stir  up  former  national  antipathies,  and,  when  these  are \ntoo  weak  for  their  purpose,  to  employ  new  artifices  of  treachery,  to \nexcite  the  passions  of  those  who  are  slow  to  reason ;  while  others  pro- \nmote the  design  by  reproaching  opponents  with  idle  words,  and  threat- \nening them  with  empty  menaces.  If  Heaven  has  abandoned  us  to  be \nso  deceived  into  ruin,  on  some  future  anniversary  of  our  national  exist- \nence we  may  exclaim,  with  Antony,  in  the  bitterness  of  despair : \n\n•  They  tell  us  'tis  our  birthday,  and  we  '11  keep  it  ' \n\nWith  double  pomp  of  sadness  ; \n'T  is  what  the  day  deserves  that  gave  us  breath. \nWhy  were  we  raised  the  meteor  of  the  world, \n\n30* \n\n\n364  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nHung  in  the  skies,  and  blazing  as  we  travelled, \n\nTill  all  our  fires  were  spent,  and  then  cast  downwards \n\nTo  be  trod  out  by  Caesar  ? ' \n\n\"Without  adverting  to  the  political  questions  of  our  own  govern- \nment, we  have,  my  fellow-citizens,  a  criterion  by  which  to  distinguish \nthe  supporters  of  American  independence.  They  who  behold  with \nindifference  the  freedom  of  other  nations  prostrated  are  no  friends  of \nour  own.  One  country  after  another,  in  melancholy  and  rapid  suc- \ncession, is  absorbed  in  the  imperial  vortex ;  and  some  of  our  citizens \nare  led,  by  the  enmity  against  England  which  they  are  instructed  to \ncherish,  to  exult  in  these  forewarnings  of  our  destruction.  Shall  the \ndelusion  be  corrected  1  Shall  we  feel  that  our  own  existence  is  haz- \narded, when  Holland,  and  Switzerland,  and  Naples,  and  Spain,  dissolve \ninto  the  heated  mass  of  French  power,  like  the  towering  ice-mountains \nof  the  pole,  as  they  float  towards  the  south  7  Shall  our  rulers  '  suffer \nscorn  till  they  merit  it,'  and  lose  the  inheritance  of  valor  by  the  expe- \ndients of  imbecility  7  Shall  they  adhere  to  error  till  it  becomes  trea- \nson 7  Ardent  as  is  my  execration  of  the  cowardly  policy  that  submits \nwithout  resistance  to  degradation,  I  should  more  earnestly  abhor  the \nalliance  in  which  many  apprehend  that  Ave  are  irrevocably  bound. \nEvery  part  of  our  body  that  was  sensible  to  pain  has  smarted  with  the \nlash  of  French  enmity ;  but  the  sighs  and  groans  of  Europe,  from  the \nBaltic  to  the  Hellespont,  witness  the  exquisite  torments  inflicted  by \ntheir  friendship.  Let  the  spirit  of  our  fathers  be  evoked  from  their \ntombs,  to  recall  their  posterity  to  the  recollection  of  their  honorable \norigin,  to  the  vindication  of  their  ancient  glory.  There  is,  we  hope,  a \nredeeming  spirit  in  the  people,  which  will  restore  dignity  to  govern- \nment and  prosperity  to  the  country, —  which  will  bring  us  back  to  the \nprinciples  of  better  times,  and  the  practice  of  Washington, —  which  will \nassert  our  independence  wherever  the  enterprise  of  our  commerce  has \nbeen  exhibited,  and  make  it  lasting  and  incorruptible  as  the  private \nvirtues  of  our  countrymen.\" \n\nThe  ancestor  of  James  Savage,  who  was  Maj.  Thomas  Savage,  came \nto  Boston  from  St.  Albans,  Hertfordshire,  April,  1635,  in  the  ship \nPlanter,  Nic.  Trarice,  master  ;  Avas  one  of  the  Court  of  Assistants,  and \n«  a  founder  of  the  Old  South  Church.  He  was  one  of  those  who  under- \ntook, in  1673,  to  erect  a  barricade  in  Boston  harbor,  for  security  against \na  fleet  then  expected  from  Holland ;  out  of  which  grew,  in  less  than \nforty  years,  the  Long  Wharf,  a  smjiU  portion  of  which  has  continued \n\n\nJAMBS  SAVAGE.  355 \n\never  since,  the  property  of  some  of  his  descendants.  The  father  of \nJames  Savage  was  Ilabijah,  a  merchant  of  Boston,  who  married  Ehz- \nabeth,  daughter  of  John  Tudor,  whose  residence  was  in  Winter-street, \non  the  south  side,  opposite  the  Common,  where  the  subject  of  this  out- \nline was  born,  July  13,  1784.  His  mother  died  before  he  was  four \nyears  of  age,  and  he  early  entered  Derby  Academy,  in  Hingham, \nunder  the  tuition  of  Abner  Lincoln,  and  Washington  Academy,  at \nMachias,  Me.,  under  Daniel  P.  Upton.  He  graduated  at  Harvard \nCollege  in  1803,  on  which  occasion  he  gave  an  oration  in  English  on \nthe  Patronage  of  Genius.  Mr.  Savage  engaged  in  the  study  of  law \nunder  the  late  Chief  Justice  Parker,  Samuel  Dexter,  and  William  Sul- \nlivan, and  entered  Suffolk  bar,  January,  1807 ;  previous  to  which  he \nbecame  a  member  of  the  Boston  Anthology  Society,  and  was  its  secre- \ntary in  January  of  that  year ;  and  being,  previous  to  this  period,  in \ndeclining  health,  he  visited,  with  his  relative  and  devoted  friend,  Wil- \nliam Tudor,  Jr.,  in  1805,  the  islands  of  Martinique,  Dominique,  St. \nThomas,  St.  Domingo,  and  Jamaica.  He  was  an  original  founder  and \nlife-subscriber  of  the  Boston  Athenaeum,  in  the  same  year. \n\nMr.  Savage  was,  during  a  period  of  five  years,  an  editor  of  the \nMonthly  Anthology,  which  was  the  first  purely  literary  periodical  in \nNew  England,  conducted  by  members  of  the  Anthology  Society,  a  lit- \nerary club  of  many  of  our  finest  scholars,  which  met  at  private  dwell- \nings, and  after  supper  devoted  their  time  to  literary  criticisms  and \ngeneral  discussions  on  polite  literature,  theology,  and  varied  contro- \nversy. When  this  periodical  was  discontinued,  in  1811,  New  England \nwas  without  a  literary  review  of  like  character ;  and  it  was  not  until \n1815  that  the  North  American  Review,  like  a  phoenix,  arose  from  its \nruins,  originated  by  such  scions  of  the  parent  club  as  William  Tudor \nand  William  S.  Shaw,  to  which  review  Mr.  Savage  was  a  contributor. \n\nThere  is,  in  the  pages  of  the  Anthology,  a  curious  controversy \nbetween  Dr.  J.  S.  J.  Gardiner  and  Rev.  J.  S.  Buckminster,  on  the \nmerits  of  Gray  as  a  poet.  This  dispute  bears  some  resemblance  to  the \ndiscussions  between  the  romantic  and  classical  schools  in  literature,  says \nthe  biographer  of  Buckminster.  Dr.  Gardiner  maintains,  with  dry \nreasoning,  that  Pope's  is  the  only  true  model  for  real  poetry.  The \nobject  of  an  allusion  to  this  controversy  is  to  introduce  an  anecdote \nrelated  by  Mr.  Savage,  then  a  member  of  the  society,  '•  Controversy,\" \nsaid  he,  \"  sprang  up  in  the  club,  on  the  literary  nature  of  Gray's  Odes : \nand  the  war  began  with  a  burlesque  ode  to  Winter,  by  our  president,  Rev. \n\n\n356  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATOES. \n\nJ.  S.  J.  Gardiner,  who  followed  it  up  with  one  on  Summer,  also  in  the \nAnthology.  In  the  same  number,  Buckminster  gave  a  forcible  defence \nof  the  imagery  and  epithets  of  the  poet,  which  the  next  month  was \nreplied  to  by  the  assailant,  and  in  the  following  number  was  strength- \nened by  the  other  side ;  and  this  also  was  counteracted  by  another  par- \nody of  the  lyric  inspiration,  in  which  Gray's  Odes  were  caricatured. \nA  fourth  attempt  at  the  ludicrous,  by  our  president,  contained  some- \nthing unguardedly  personal  from  the  satirist  to  his  antagonist,  which \nproduced  strong  though  silent  emotions  of  sympathy  in  many  of  the \nparty.  In  an  instant,  the  writer  threw  the  inconsiderate  effusion  into \nthe  fire.  From  that  moment,  no  allusion  was  made  in  the  club  to \nGray's  merits.\" \n\nIn  1806,  when  Mr.  Savage  was  a  candidate  for  the  degree  of  Master \nof  Arts,  he  gave  an  oration  on  the  progress  and  advancement  of  com- \nmerce; and  in  1812  he  pronounced  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  oration.  Mr. \nSavage  was  elected  a  State  representative  several  times,  first  in  1812  ; \nto  the  State  Senate,  first  in  1826 ;  to  the  Executive  Council,  first  in \n1830,  and  is  an  overseer  of  Harvard  College.  In  1819  Mr.  Savage \nvisited  Demarara.  He  was  elected  to  the  Common  Council  first  in \n1823,  to  the  board  of  Aldermen,  first  in  1827,  and  to  the  school  com- \nmittee. In  April,  1823,  Mr.  Savage  married  Elizabeth  Otis,  widow \nof  James  Otis  Lincoln,  Esq.,  and  daughter  of  George  Stillman,  of \nMachias,  Me.,  an  officer  of  the  Revolution ;  by  whom  he  had  one  son, \nJames,  and  three  daughters,  one  of  whom  married  Prof  William  B. \nRogers,  of  the  University  of  Virginia,  1849 ;  another  daughter  married \nAmos  Binney,  of  Boston. \n\nMr.  Savage  was  a  delegate  to  the  State  convention  on  the  re\\nsion  of \nthe  constitution  in  1820,  and  was  actively  engaged  in  the  debates.  In \na  discussion  on  education,  he  remarked,  the  common  schools  are  the \nchildren  of  religion,  and  religion  not  the  child  of  town-schools.  He \nhoped  that  the  children  would  never  succeed  to  destroy  their  mother. \nAn  abstract  of  his  excellent  speech  against  religious  tests  appears  in \nthe  printed  journal  of  the  convention. \n\nMr.  Savage  published,  in  the  year  1825,  The  History  of  New  Eng- \nland from  1630  to  1649,  by  John  Winthrop,  first  Governor  of  the  Col- \nony of  Massachusetts  Bay,  from  his  original  manuscripts  :  with  Notes \nto  illustrate  the  civil  and  ecclesiastical  concerns,  the  geography,  settle- \nment, and  institutions  of  the  country,  and  the  lives  and  manners  of \nthe  principal  planters.     The  learned  Notes  of  Mr.  Savage  to  this  work \n\n\nJAMES  SAVAGE.  357 \n\n\"w'Al  ever  rank  him  among  the  most  profound  antiquaries  of  his  coun- \ntry. But  would  it  detract  from  the  reputed  candor  of  Mr.  Savage, \nshould  the  Notes  to  a  new  edition  of  this  work  be  entirely  divested  of \nhis  own  expression  of  sectarian  feeling  ?  Whenever  Mr.  Savage  has \nintroduced  a  new  reading,  he  has  accompanied  it  with  a  note  of  ref- \nerence to  the  corresponding  word  or  sentence  in  the  original,  which  is \ninserted  at  the  bottom  of  the  page.  Who  will  suppose  that  Gov.  Win- \nthrop  could  say,  in  speaking  of  a  night  which  he  was  obhged  to  pass \nin  the  woods  in  consequence  of  losing  his  way,  that  it  was  through \nGod's  mercy  a  weary  night,  instead  of  a  warm  night ;  or,  that  one \nNoddle,  an  honest  man  of  Salem,  was  drowned  while  running  wood  in \na  canoe,  instead  of  carrying  wood ;  or,  lastly,  that  all  breeches  were \nmade  up,  and  the  church  saved  from  ruin  beyond  all  expectation, \ninstead  of  breaches  1  The  good  sense  and  impartiaUty  of  Mr.  Savage's \ncomments  form  a  singular  contrast  to  the  strong  and  unqualified  par- \ntiality too  often  extended  by  editors  towards  authors  whom  they  have \nlabored  to  render  famous. \n\nThe  last  days  of  James  Savage  are  devoted  to  antiquarian  research. \n\"  During  the  summer  of  1842,\"  says  he,  \"  in  a  visit  to  England,  I  was \nchiefly  occupied  with  searching  for  materials  to  illustrate  our  early \nannals ;  and,  although  disappointment  was  a  natural  consequence  of \nsome  sanguine  expectations,  yet  labor  was  followed  by  success  in  sev- \neral. Accident  threw  in  my  way  richer  acquisitions,  which  were \nsecured  with  diligence.\"  These  comprise  gleanings  from  New  Eng- \nland history,  extending  along  one  hundred  pages  in  the  Massachusetts \nHistorical  Collections,  of  names  of  early  settlers,  extracts  from  records, \nand  an  account  of  rare  books  and  tracts  written  in  New  England.  May \nthe  shade  of  Prince  environ  our  antiquary !  His  last,  best  days  are \nintensely  devoted,  both  by  day  and  sometimes  to  the  last  hour  of  nio-ht, \nin  preparing  an  elaborate  work  exhibiting  the  early  genealogy  of  the \nfirst  settlers  of  New  England ;  and  no  subtle  divine  or  civilian  ever \nfollowed  up  the  minutest  point  of  doubt  with  more  conscientious  regard \nto  accuracy,  which  will  render  him  the  most  eminent  genealogist  in \nAmerica.  The  very  exordium  to  the  oration  of  Mr.  Savage,  at  the \nhead  of  this  article,  exhibits  the  ruling  passion  of  his  mind ;  for  he \nsays :  \"If  the  accidental  advantage  of  generous  birth  may  well  be  a \ncause  of  congratulation  to  an  individual,  how  greatly  ought  we  to \nexult,  my  countrymen,  on  a  review  of  our  national  origin  !  Descended \nfrom  the  only  people  to  whom  Heaven  has  aflforded  the  enjoyment  of \n\n\n358  THB   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nliberty,  with  a  well-balanced  government,  the  means  of  securing  its \ncontinuance  in  an  age  of  general  refinement,  in  a  season  of  universal \npeace,  our  fathers  began  the  controversy  which  ended  in  the  glorious \nevent  that  we  this  day  celebrate.\" \n\nMr.  Savage  published,  in  the  New  England  Magazine  for  1832,  a \nHistory  of  the  Adoption  of  the  Constitution  of  Massachusetts,  a  per- \nformance of  great  merit.  In  the  paragraph  on  popular  representation \nin  the  Legislature,  of  which  he  had  been  a  member,  he  remarks : \n\"  Twenty  years  ago  I  had  a  right  to  a  seat  here,  Avhen  the  representa- \ntives were  seven  hundred ;  and  one  town  favored  the  commonwealth \nwith  its  delegate  whose  constituents  were  so  few  that,  had  an  equal  pro- \nportion through  the  State  been  allowed  to  show  equal  kindness,  the  num- \nber would  have  exceeded  five  thousand  and  three  hundred.  A  stranger \nmight  have  been  astonished  at  the  manner  in  which  Mr.  Kuhn,  the \ndoorkeeper,  performed  his  anxious  duty ;  and  he  would  perhaps  have \nirreverently  said,  that  the  members  had  been  subjected  to  the  treatment \nwhich  carcasses  undergo  from  the  inspector-general  of  provisions. \n\n\"  In  the  diminution  of  the  State,  by  the  loss  of  Maine,\"  continues \nMr.  Savage,  in  a  note,  \"  the  relative  weight  of  Hull  has  increased. \nInstead  of  one  five  thousand  three  hundred  and  twentieth,  it  is  now \none  three  thousand  and  eighteenth  of  the  whole.     But  it  has  had  no \nrepresentative  since,  and  I  presume  never  had  before.\"     The  well- \nknown  accuracy  of  Mr.  Savage  is  proverbial.     We  know  not  the  man \nof  more  scrupulous  nicety ;    but  in  this  point  of  Hull  he  is  ofi\"  his \nguard.     The  editor  of  this  work,  being  descended  of  the  far-famed \npeninsula,  of  which  is  an  old  saying,  \"As  goes  Hull,  so  goes  the \nState,\"  feels  some  ambition  that  its  representation  be  accurately  stated. \nThe  General  Court  records  show  that  Hull  sent  John  Loring  as  its  rep- \nresentative in  1692 ;    the  venerable  Benjamin  Gushing  in  1810 ;   and \nsince  1812,  Samuel  Loring,  the  justice  of  Hull,  who  was  also  of  the \nhouse  in  the  two  years  previous.     The  facetious  editor  of  the  Boston \nCourier,  Mr.  Kettelle,  whose  sprightly  articles  over  the  signature  of \nPeeping  Tom  at  Hull  have  extended  its  fame,  said  of  this  watering- \nplace  :   \"  While  stands  the  Pickerelseum,  Hull  stands;  when  falls  the \nPickerelaeum,  Hull  falls ;    and  when  Hull  falls,  then  roof  and  rafter \nof  Boston  town  come  tumbling  after.\" \n\nOne  of  the  most  profound  instances  of  antiquarian  research  in  James \nSavage  appears  in  his  argument  on  ancient  and  modern  dating,  com- \nprising the  report  of  a  committee  of  the  Pilgrim  Society,  of  which  he  was \n\n\nJAMES  SAVAGE.  359 \n\nchairman,  on  the  question  of  the  day  to  be  observed  as  that  of  the \nlanding  of  the  Plymouth  Pilgrims.  It  has  been  stated  that  the  Hon. \nJudge  Davis  urged  an  attention  to  this  subject  in  the  year  1830,  being \nof  opinion  that  the  date  was  Dec.  21,  instead  of  the  day  usually  cele- \nbrated. Moreover,  it  is  stated  in  the  Perpetual  Calendar  for  Old  and \nNew  Style,  prepared  by  Dr.  Nathaniel  B.  Shurtleff.  printed  in  1848  : \n\"  Our  Pilgrim  Fathers  landed  at  Plymouth  on  Monday,  the  11th  day \nof  December,  1620,  0.  S.  By  the  New  Style,  this  occurrence  would \nbe  on  Monday,  Dec.  21, 1620,  and  not  on  Dec.  22,  as  was  erroneously \nadopted  at  Plymouth,  at  the  first  celebration  of  that  event.  This  error \narose  by  adopting  the  correction  of  eleven  days,  in  use  after  the  year \n1700,  it  not  being  noticed  that  this  event  happened  in  the  previous  cen- \ntury, when  ten  days  only  were  required.\"  The  protracted  existing \ndoubts  on  this  point  induced  the  Pilgrim  Society  of  Plymouth  to \nappoint  a  committee,  Dec.  15, 1849,  to  consider  the  expediency  of  cel- \nebrating in  future  the  landing  of  the  Pilgrims  on  the  21st  day  of \nDecember,  instead  of  the  22d  day.  The  learned  report,  prepared  by \nMr.  Savage,  tending  to  establish  the  former  date,  was  unanimously \naccepted  by  the  committee :  and  accepted  unanimously,  also,  by  the \nPilgrim  Society,  May  27,  1850.  Mr.  Savage  enlarges,  moreover,  in \nthis  document,  which  should  be  perpetuated  in  the  Collections  of  the \nMassachusetts  Historical  Society,  on  mistakes  in  relation  to  the  date  of \nthe  surrender  of  Louisburg,  to  the  date  of  the  landing  of  Endicott,  in \nSalem,  of  the  landing  of  Winthrop  in  Charlestown,  of  the  naming  of \nBoston,  which  Judge  Davis  ascertained  in  1830,  and  to  the  mistake  of \nthe  Historical  Society  regarding  the  period  of  the  confederation  of  the \nfour  NeAV  England  colonies.  And,  in  conclusion,  Mr.  Savage  very  pleas- \nantly remarks:  \"  Why  should  we  celebrate  a  day  later,  for  that  of  our \nfathers'  landing  7  The  truth  should  be  good  enough  for  us  ;  and  that \nis  the  only  reason  for  preference  of  one  day  to  another.  When,  by \nhabit,  the  right  day  has  become  the  day  of  reverence,  it  will  be  won- \ndered why  the  wrong  was  so  often  observed.\"  Indeed,  we  cannot  leave \nthis  subject  without  noticing  an  error  of  the  American  Antiquarian \nSociety,  alluded  to  in  the  Perpetual  Calendar,  in  adopting  Oct.  23, \n1492,  as  the  date  of  the  discovery  of  America  by  Columbus,  for  the \nannual  meeting  of  the  society,  instead  of  Oct.  21,  which  was  the  actual \ndate,  and  arising  from  the  same  cause  as  that  of  the  Pilgrim  Society. \nWe  hope  this  investigation  will  prevent  the  recurrence  of  similar \nmistakes,  and,  with  Shakspeare, — \n\n\n360  THE   HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n*'  Let 's  take  the  instant  by  the  forward  top  ; \nFor  -we  are  old,  and  on  our  quick'st  decrees \nThe  inaudible  and  noiseless  foot  of  time \nSteals,  ere  we  can  eflFect  them.\" \n\nMr.  Savage  is  a  man  of  untiring  industry.  He  prepared  the \nindex  to  the  Ancient  Charter  and  Laws  of  Massachusetts  Bay,  and \nrevised  the  -work  for  the  press,  published  in  1814.  He  edited  Paley's \nworks,  and  the  press-work  of  American  State  papers,  in  ten  volumes, \nselected  by  John  Quincy  Adams.  He  is  president  of  the  Massachu- \nsetts Historical  Society,  and  editor  of  a  few  volumes  of  its  Historical \nCollections,  and  contributor  of  many  valuable  articles  in  that  work,  and \nin  the  Boston  Daily  Advertiser.  He  is  a  member  of  the  American \nAcademy  of  Arts  and  Sciences,  of  the  New  York  Historical  Society ; \nand  is  a  vice-president,  and  has  been  treasurer,  of  the  Provident  Insti- \ntution for  Savings  in  Boston,  of  which  he  was  the  principal  originator, \non  its  foundation,  in  1816. \n\n\nHENRY   ALEXANDER   SCAMMELL   DEARBORN. \n\nJULY  4,  1811.     FOR  THE   BUNKER  HILL  ASSOCIATION. \n\nIn  this  performance  of  Gen.  Dearborn,  delivered  in  the  presence  also \nof  the  State  executive,  he  remarks  :  \"On  Bunker's  ever-memorable \nheights  was  first  displayed  the  lofty  spirit  of  invincible  patriotism  which \nimpelled  the  adventurous  soldier  to  brave  the  severest  hardships  of  the \ntented  field,  and  endure  in  northern  climes  the  rugged  toils  of  war, \nuncanopicd  from  the  boreal  storm  and  rude  inclemencies  of  Canadian \nwinters.  On  that  American  Thermopylas,  where,  wrapt  in  the  dim \nsmoke  of  wanton  conflagration,  fought  the  assembled  sovereigns  of  their \nnative  soil,  the  everlasting  bulwarks  of  freedom,  and  thrice  rolled  back \nthe  tremendous  tide  of  war,  was  evinced  that  unconquerable  intrepid- \nity, that  national  ardor  and  meritorious  zeal,  which  secured  victory  on \nthe  plains  of  Saratoga,  stormed  the  ramparts  of  Yorktown,  and  bore \nthe  bannered  eagle  in  triumph  from  the  shores  of  the  Atlantic  to  the \nfurthest  confines  of  the  wilderness. \n\n\"  By  that  destructive  battle  were  awakened  the  most  exalted  facul- \nties of  the  mind.     Reason,  unrestrained,  burst  forth  in  the  plenitude \n\n\nHENKY  ALEXANDER   SCAMMELL   DEARBORN.  361 \n\nof  its  effulgence.  Man,  regenerated  and  disenthralled,  beat  down  the \n\"Walls  of  slavish  incarceration,  and  trampled  on  the  broken  chains  of \nregal  bondage.  The  vast  resources  of  an  emancipated  people  were \ncalled  into  generous  exertion.  An  enthusiastic  spirit  of  independence \nglowed  in  every  breast,  and  spread  the  uncontaminated  sentiments  of \nemulative  freemen  over  the  broad  extent  of  an  exasperated  republic. \nThe  united  energies  of  a  virtuous  people  were  strenuously  directed  to \nthe  effectual  accomplishment  of  national  independence.  During  those \nportentous  times  were  achieved  the  most  honorable  deeds  which  are \ninscribed  on  the  ever-during  records  of  fame.  Stimulated  by  accumu- \nlating wrongs,  and  elated  by  the  purest  feelings  of  anticipated  success, \nno  disastrous  events  could  check  the  progress  of  their  arms, —  no  fas- \ncinating allurements  deflect  them  from  that  honorable  path  which  they \nhad  sworn  to  pursue,  or  perish  in  the  hazardous  attempt.  Inspired  by \nthe  guardian  genius  of  Liberty,  no  barriers  could  oppose  their  impet- \nuous career.  Like  the  '  Pontic  Sea,  whose  icy  current  and  compul- \nsive course  ne'er  feels  retiring  ebb,'  the  irrefluent  tide  of  freedom  rolls \nunrestrained.  By  the  courageous  virtue  of  our  illustrious  heroes  were \nsecured  those  inestimable  blessings  which  we  have  since  enjoyed.  To \nthe  warriors  and  statesmen  of  the  Revolution  are  we  indebted  for  all \nthose  distinguished  privileges  which  place  the  citizens  of  the  United \nStates  beyond  the  predatory  vengeance  of  ruthless  oppression.  This \ninvaluable  inheritance  is  the  prize  of  slaughter  acquired  by  the  lives \nof  contending  freemen,  secured  with  the  blood  of  battling  patriots.\" \n\nThe  father  of  Gen.  Dearborn,  who  was  in  the  battle  of  Bunker \nHill,  and  a  captain  in  Col.  Stark's  regiment,  relates  that,  being  desti- \ntute of  ammunition,  the  regiment  formed  in  front  of  a  house  occupied \nas  an  arsenal,  where  each  man  received  a  gill-cup  full  of  powder,  fifteen \nballs,  and  one  flint.  The  several  captains  were  then  ordered  to  march \ntheir  companies  to  their  respective  quarters,  and  make  up  their  powder \nand  ball  into  cartridges,  with  the  greatest  possible  despatch.  As  there \nwere  scarcely  two  muskets  in  a  company  of  equal  calibre,  it  was  nec- \nessary to  reduce  the  size  of  the  balls  for  many  of  them ;  and  as  but  a \nsmall  proportion  of  the  men  had  cartridge-boxes,  the  remainder  made \nuse  of  powder-horns  and  ball-pouches.  Every  platoon-ofiicer  was \nengaged  in  discharging  his  own  musket,  and  left  his  men  to  fire  as \nthey  pleased,  but  never  without  a  sure  aim  at  some  particular  object. \nHe  did  not  see  a  man  quit  his  post  during  the  action ;  and  did  not \nbelieve  a  single  soldier  who  was  brought  into  the  field  fled  until  the \n31 \n\n\n362  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwhole  army  was  obliged  to  retreat  for  want  of  powder  and  ball.  It  is \na  most  extraordinary  fact,  that  the  British  did  not  make  a  single  charge \nduring  the  battle ;  which,  if  attempted,  would  have  been  decisive  and \nfatal  to  the  Americans,  as  they  did  not  carry  into  the  field  fifty  bay- \nonets. In  his  company  there  was  but  one.  Not  an  officer  or  sol- \ndier of  the  continental  troops  engaged  was  in  uniform,  but  were  in  the \nplain  and  ordinary  dress  of  citizens  ;  nor  was  there  an  officer  on  horse- \nback. \n\nHenry  A.  S.  Dearborn  was  born  in  Exeter,  N.  H.,  March  3, 1783; \nwas  the  son  of  Gen.  Henry,  who  married  Dorcas  Osgood,  March  28, \n1780.  He  early  entered  Wilhamstown  Academy ;  was  first  a  student \nat  Williamstown  College ;  entered,  in  advance,  at  William  and  Mary's \nCollege,  Williamsburgh,  Va.,  where  he  graduated  in  1803.  He \nstudied  law  under  Hon.  William  Wirt,  and  closed  his  course  with \nJudge  Story,  of  Salem  ;  begun  the  practice  of  law  in  Portland,  in \n1806,  and  married  Hannah  Swett,  a  daughter  of  Col.  William  R.  Lee, \nof  Marblehead,  at  Salem,  Mass.,  May  3,  1807.  He  became  a  coun- \nsellor-at-law ;  was  deputy-collector  of  Boston,  under  his  father,  in \n1811,  and  his  successor  as  collector  of  the  port  of  Boston  in  1813, \nwhich  station  he  occupied  until  the  appointment  of  David  Hen- \nshaw,  in  1830.  Gen.  Dearborn  delivered  the  oration  on  our  national \nindependence,  July  4,  1811,  for  the  Bunker  Hill  Association;  which, \nwith  the  Republican  Society,  were  merged  in  a  new  society,  called  the \nWashington  Society,  of  which  Charles  Hood  was  the  first  president.  He \nwas  commander  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company,  in \n1816 ;  was  brigadier-general  of  the  Massachusetts  militia,  in  1814 ; \nwas  a  member  from  Roxbury  of  the  convention  for  revising  the  State \nconstitution,  1820.  He  was  a  Roxbury  representative  in  1830 ;  of \nthe  Governor's  Council,  of  the  State  Senate,  from  Norfolk,  1831,  and \na  member  of  Congress  in  1832.  He  was  also  the  adjutant-general \nof  Massachusetts,  1835.  In  1847  Gen.  Dearborn  was  the  second \nelected  Mayor  of  Roxbury,  which  station  he  honored  to  the  day  of  his \ndecease,  July  29,  1851. \n\nThe  reports  of  the  speeches  of  Gen.  Dearborn,  in  the  journal  of  the \nconvention  of  1820,  evince  force  of  argument  and  political  sagacity. \nIn  his  speech  on  religious  tests,  he  remarked  that  political  opinions \nwere  not  subject  to  a  test, —  why  should  those  upon  religion  be  subject  to \nany  7  They  had  no  right  to  compel  a  man  to  throw  open  the  portals \nof  the  mind,  and  discover  his  religious  sentiments.     He  trusted  such \n\n\nliENRY   ALEXANDER  SCAMMELL   DEARBORN.  363 \n\noppression  would  not  prevail  in  this  free  and  enlightened  country. \nThere  was  no  authority  for  it  in  the  Scriptures  ;  and  it  was  not  until \nthe  third  century  that  persons  raised  to  ci\\al  offices  were  required  to \nbelieve  in  any  particular  religious  creed.  He  had  heard  it  said  that \nthis  test  will  exclude  immoral  and  wicked  men  from  office.  He  asked \nif  such  had  been  the  effect  of  tests  in  other  countries.  The  offer  of  a \nsceptre  had  induced  princes  to  cross  themselves,  or  to  throw  off  their \nallegiance  to  the  Pope,  just  as  suited  their  ^^ews  of  aggrandizement. \nIn  England  a  man  goes  to  take  the  sacrament,  not  to  repent  of  his \nsins,  but  because  he  is  chosen  First  Lord  of  the  Treasury.  The  Dec- \nlaration of  Independence  which  proclaims,  and  the  United  States  con- \nstitution which  prescribes,  our  rights,  require  no  test  —  no  reason \nrequires  a  test  in  the  State  constitution. \n\nThe  origin  of  the  Rural  Cemetery  at  Mount  Auburn  may  be  traced \nto  the  Massachusetts  Horticultural  Society,  whose  anniversary  discourse \nhe  delivered  September,  1828  ;  and  was  its  first  president,  when  a  com- \nmittee was  selected  to  devise  measures  for  this  purpose,  in  connection \nwith  an  experimental  garden.  Gen.  Dearborn,  while  president  of  this \nsociety,  was  chairman  of  this  committee,  and  prepared  a  report,  in \nwhich  an  extensive  and  able  exposition  was  made  of  the  advantages  of \nthe  undertaking;  and,  on  the  8th  of  June,  1831,  another  committee, \nof  which  Gen.  Dearborn  was  a  member,  was  appointed  to  forward  this \nobject, —  and  for  sixty  days  a  horse  and  chaise  was  ready  at  his  door, \nthat  he  might  traverse  the  grounds  and  execute  the  design.  On  Sept. \n24th,  of  the  same  year,  the  cemetery  was  consecrated,  and  Hon.  Judge \nStory  gave  an  eloquent  address  on  the  occasion;  and  much  credit \nshould  be  conceded  to  Gen.  Dearborn  for  the  architectural  and  rural \ntaste  exhibited  in  the  order  of  Mount  Auburn  Cemetery.  The  city \nof  Roxbury  is  under  peculiar  obligation  to  Mayor  Dearborn  as  the \noriginator  of  Forest  Hills  Cemetery,  consecrated  June  28,  1848.  In \nallusion  to  this  noble  repository  of  the  dead,  the  honored  Mayor  Dear- \nborn remarks  of  it  as  \"a  retired,  umbrageous,  magnificent,  and  sacred \ngarden,  which  will  continually  augment  the  number  and  variety  of \nfunereal  monuments,  as  well  as  insure  the  erection  of  such  other  struc- \ntures as  may  be  deemed  expedient,  and  so  capacious  as  to  entirely \nsupersede  the  occasion  for  any  other  burial-place  in  that  city.\" \n\nMayor  Dearborn,  of  Roxbury,  had  accumulated  ninety  volumes  of \nmanuscript,  largely  of  his  own  production ;  among  which  is  the  Life \nand  Times  of  Maj.  Gen.  Henry  Dearborn,  including  an  extensive  cor- \n\n\n864  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nrespondence  with  the  greatest  men  of  our  country,  in  eleven  volume?. \nHe  had  written  a  Diary,  or  journal  of  his  own  life  and  times,  and  cor- \nrespondence with  famous  men,  in  forty-five  volumes.     He  had  written \nGrecian  Architecture,  in  two  volumes  folio ;    a  volume  on  Flowers, \nwith  drawings,  and  compiled  a  Harmony  of  the  Life  of  Christ,  8vo., \nprepared  for  the  instruction  of  his  children,  when  they  were  educated. \nHe  had  written  the  Memoirs  of  Commodore  William  Bainbridge,  in \n400  pages  :  a  History  of  the  Battle  of  Bunker  Hill,  in  several  hundred \npages  of  quarto,  besides  literary  and  scientific  works.     He  was  author, \nmoreover,  of  the  Memoirs  of  Col.  William  R.  Lee,  in  two  volumes \nquarto.     Gen.  Dearborn  had  an  extensive  library  in  his  romantic  cot- \ntage in  Roxbury,  where  the  intervals  of  leisure  were  devoted  to  his \ndiary  and  literary  research.     Would  that  he  had  lived  to  complete  the \nhundredth  volume  of  mental  power !     No  man  in  New  England  was \nmore  devoted  to  literature  and  science.     He  had  great  force  of  intel- \nlect, and  a  large  share  of  varied  learning.     His  unpublished  produc- \ntions will  add  new  illustrations  to  American  history,  and  would  be  a \nvaluable  legacy  to  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society,  should  they \nnever  be  published.     The  most  valuable  work  ever  printed  of  which \nhe  was  the  author  is  the  History  of  the  Commerce  of  the  Black  Seas, \nin  two  volumes  octavo,  which  has  a  high  character  in  the  North  Amer- \nican Review  of  1820.     Should  his  residence  be  destroyed  by  fire,  with \nall  the  manuscripts,  it  would  cause  a  vacuum  that  never  can  be  filled. \n\nIn  the  peroration  of  Dr.  Putnam's  eulogy  on  Gen.  Dearborn  we \nfind  this  glowing  passage:  \"Lie  lightly  upon  his  bosom,  ye  clods  of \nthe  valley;  for  he  trod  softly  on  you,  in  loving  regard  for  every  green \nthing  that  ye  bore  !  Bend  benignantly  over  him,  ye  towering  trees  of \nthe  forest,  and  soothe  his  slumbers  with  the  whisperings  of  your  sweet- \nest requiem ;  for  he  loved  you  as  his  very  brothers  of  God's  garden, \nand  nursed  you,  and  knew  almost  every  leaf  on  your  boughs  !  Guard \nsacredly  his  ashes,  ye  steep,  strong  cliifs  that  gird  his  grave ;  for  ye \nwere  the  altars  at  which  he  worshipped  the  Almighty  One,  who \nplanted  you  there  in  your  strength.\" \n\nMayor  Dearborn  was  a  member  of  the  American  Antiquarian  Soci- \nety, Massachusetts  Historical  Society,  New  England  Genealogical \nHistoric  Society,  American  Academy  of  Arts  and  Sciences,  and  Amer- \nican Association  for  Advancement  of  Science. \n\n\nBENJAMIN  POLLARD.  365 \n\nBENJAMIN   POLLARD. \n\nJULY  4,  1812.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nThe  ancestor  of  tliia  family  was  William  Pollard,  whose  wife,  Anne \ndied  in  Boston,  Dec.  6,  1725,  aged  one  hundred   and   five \n\n\nyears,  and  left  of  her  offspring  one  hundred  and  thirty.  She  used  to \nrelate  that  she  went  over  in  the  first  boat  that  crossed  Charles  River, \nin  1630,  to  what  has  since  been  called  Boston ;  that  she  was  the  first \nthat  jumped  ashore ;  and  she  described  the  place  as  being  at  that  time \nvery  uneven,  abounding  in  small  hollows  and  swamps,  and  covered  with \nblueberry  and  other  bushes.  In  the  library  of  the  Massachusetts  His- \ntorical Society  is  a  portrait  of  this  centenarian,  taken  in  1723,  pre- \nsented by  Isaac  Winslow,  Esq.  Col.  Benjamin  Pollard,  a  member  of \nthe  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company  in  1726.  Sheriff  of \nSuffolk  for  thirteen  years,  and  founder  of  the  Boston  Cadets  in  1744, \nwhose  portrait  is  also  in  the  Historical  Society,  was  father  of  Col. \nJonathan  Pollard,  who  married  Mary  Johnson;  was  a  goldsmith,  whose \nshop  adjoined  that  of  the  bookstore  of  Gen.  Knox,  and  in  1777  was  an \naid-de-carap  to  the  latter  in  the  Revolutionary  War ;  and  Benjamin, \nthe  subject  of  this  notice,  was  his  son,  born  in  Boston  in  1780,  on  the \nsite  of  the  Tremont  Temple.  His  teacher  was  Francis  Nichols,  in \nScollay's  Buildings,  who  was  an  importer  of  books  from  London.  He \nwas  Clerk  of  the  Massachusetts  House  of  Representatives  from  1811 \nto  1815.  He  was  secretary  of  the  State  convention  for  revising  the \nconstitution,  in  1820  ;  and  was  the  City  Marshal  of  Boston  from  its \nincorporation,  in  1822,  until  his  decease,  November,  1836,  aged  fifty- \nsix. \n\nMarshal  Pollard  was  very  partial  to  polite  literature  and  politics, \nand  was  the  reputed  editor  of  two  periodicals, —  the  Emerald,  and  the \nOrdeal, —  which,  it  is  said,  went  down  at  no  distant  period  from  each \nother.  Ignorant  of  this  fact,  a  literary  stranger  inquired  of  Robert \nTreat  Paine  \"  what  rank  this  gentleman  held  among  the  literati.\" \nPaine  answered,  \"He  possesses  the  greatest  literary  execution  of  any \nman  in  America.  Two  journals  have  perished  under  his  hands,  in  six \nmonths.\"  The  Ordeal  was  first  issued  in  January,  1809,  in  connec- \ntion with  Joseph  T.  Buckingham ;  and  its  objects  were,  to  attack  the \nDemocratic  party,  to  review  and  ridicule  the  small  literary  publica- \n31* \n\n\n366  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ntions  of  the  press,  and  to  discipline  the  children  of  Thespis.  Pollard \nwas  a  vigorous  writer.  His  letters,  reviews,  and  essays  on  political \ntopics,  evinced  rare  ability.  He  was  an  admirer  of  Ames,  Hamilton, \nStronir,  Gore,  Lowell,  and  other  Federal  authors,  and  a  real  hater  of \nJefferson,  Madison,  and  the  writers  in  the  Independent  Chronicle.  He \nwrote  a  review  of  Giles'  speech  in  the  U.  S.  Senate,  on  the  resolution \nof  Hillhouse  to  repeal  the  embargo  laws.  He  addressed,  in  part,  a \nseries  of  letters  to  Madison,  signed  \"Marcus  Brutus.\"  He  wrote  on \nthe  \"  Spanish  cause,\"'  Napoleon  being  then  at  war  with  that  country^ \nand  showed  much  vituperation.  The  political  articles  in  this  periodi- \ncal were  in  a  tone  of  caustic  and  vindictive  censure,  and  \"rather \napplied  to  personages  of  scale  and  office,\"  said  Mr.  Pollard,  \"than \nto  individuals  who,  however  they  might  have  deserved,  have  found \nprotection  in  insignificance.\" \n\nMr.  Pollard,  though  not  possessing  a  liberal  share  of  charity  toward \nhis  political  opponents,  gave  peculiar  evidence  of  a  warm  spirit  of \nbenevolence  in  the  cause  of  common  humanity.  He  remarked,  in  an \naddress  for  a  charitable  society  :  \"As  the  faculty  of  speech  marks  the \nchief  distinction  between  man  and  the  brute  creation,  so  the  sympathies \nof  his  heart  are  the  elevating  qualities  which  e.xalt  him  to  a  rank \namong  celestial  beings.  And  perhaps  the  divinity  of  his  origin  and \nhis  destiny  is  in  nothing  more  fully  evinced  than  in  the  relief  which \nhe  extends  to  his  fellow-men  in  the  various  vicissitudes  of  their  lives. \nThe  majesty  of  his  soul  expands  by  the  natural  enlargement  of  his \ncharity,  which  comprehends  the  whole  human  race  within  its  folds : \nhis  grovelling  appetites  and  passions  are  left  at  an  infinite  distance \nbelow  him,  and  though  his  feet  are  fixed  upon  earth,  yet  his  ethereal \nessence  is  combining  with  congenial  spirits  in  the  skies.  His  common \nfeelings  extend  beyond  the  reach  of  the  sudden  impulses  of  ordinary \nmen,  as  a  great  river  is  always  superior  to  a  smaller  stream,  however \nswelled  by  accidental  accumulations.\"  Mr.  Pollard  was  an  early  editor \nof  the  Boston  Evening  Gazette,  and  his  talent  was  mostly  devoted  to \ndramatic  criticism  in  that  paper.  A  friend  wrote  of  him,  in  the \nGazette,  after  his  decease,  that  he  had  the  ready  wit  of  Garrick,  and \nmore  dignity  than  Sterne. \n\nMarshal  Pollard  had  the  qualities  of  an  orator.  His  enunciation \nwas  clear  and  sonorous,  and  he  for  many  years  read  in  a  manly  and \neloquent  manner  the  \"Declaration  of  Independence\"  at  Fourth-of- \nJuly  celebrations,  previous  to  the  delivery  of  an  oration  by  a  speaker \n\n\nEDWARD  ST.    LOE  LIVERMOKE.  867 \n\nfor  the  occasion.  The  oration  of  Mr.  Pollard  at  the  head  of  this  article \nwas  not  printed.  Russell's  Centinel  remarked  that  the  prayer  of  Rev. \nMr.  Holley,  and  the  oration,  -were  peculiarly  pertinent,  animating  and \npatriotic.  Mr.  Pollard  was  about  six  feet  in  height,  with  rather  a \nbending  of  the  shoulders.  He  was  highly  accomplished  in  manners, \nand  a  finished  gentleman.  With  what  graceful  ease  and  dignity  he \nperformed  the  ceremony  of  introducing  the  citizens  of  Boston  to  the \nadmired  Lafoyette,  in  the  Doric  hall  of  the  State  House,  August, \n1824,  is  strong  in  the  memory  of  many  who  enjoyed  the  honor.  The \nrefined  taste  and  social  qualities  of  Marshal  Pollard  were  better  suited \nfor  the  drawing-room  than  for  the  purlieus  of  the  City  Hall,  or  the \nduties  of  a  police-officer.  Marshal  Pollard,  though  amply  qualified  to \ndevise  projects  for  the  prevention  of  crime,  had  not  the  efficiency  to \nexecute  them.  His  successors  were,  Weston,  Blake,  Gibbs,  and \nTukey.  It  may  be  a  question  whether  Francis  Tukey  is  to  the  muni- \ncipahty  what  Fouche  was  to  the  court  of  Napoleon  ;  but  can  there  be \na  doubt  that  he  is  the  Eugene  Vidocq  of  New  England,  as  regards  the \nvigilant  detection  of  offenders  7 \n\n\nEDWARD   ST.  LOE   LIVERMORE. \n\nJULY  4,  1813.     FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Holderness,  N.  H.,  where  he  resided  in  1815.  He \ngraduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1800;  was  a  counsellor-at-law : \nand  married  Sarah  Creese,  daughter  of  William  Stackpolc,  a  merchant \nof  Boston.  Was  U.  S.  Attorney  to  the  Circuit  Court ;  a  member  of \nCongress  for  Essex  county,  Mass.,  1806  to  1812.  Was  a  judge  of \nthe  Superior  Court  of  New  Hampshire.  Was  a  resident  of  Boston \nin  1813.  Miss  Harriet  Livermore,  the  celebrated  lecturer,  was  his \ndaughter.  When  at  Portsmouth,  he  gave  an  oration  on  the  dissolution \nof  the  pohtical  union  between  the  United  States  and  France,  in  1799 ; \nand  an  oration  on  the  embargo  law,  Jan.  6,  1809.  He  died  at \nTewksbury,  Sept.  22,  1832,  aged  seventy. \n\n\n368  THE    HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nBENJAMIN  WHITWELL. \n\nJULY  4,  1814.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Boston,  June  22,  1772 ;  entered  the  Latin  School  in \n1779  ;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1790  ;  was  a  counsellor-at- \nlaw ;  and  married  Lucy  Scollay,  May,  1808.  Was  deputy  Secretary \nof  State  in  1816  ;  was  poet  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society  at  Cam- \nbridge in  1806 ;  and  died  at  Hallowell,  April  5,  1825.  In  1799,  at \nAugusta,  he  gave  a  eulogy  on  Washington. \n\n\nHORACE   HOLLEY. \n\nAPRIL  30,  1815.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  BENEVOLENT  SOCIETY. \n\nThis  institution  was  organized  Feb.  22,  1812,  on  which  occasion \nGen.  Arnold  Welles  was  elected  president,  and  William  Sullivan, \nJosiah  Quincy,  Henry  Purldtt,  Daniel  Messenger,  Francis  J.  Oliver, \nand  Benjamin  Russell,  were  elected  vice-presidents.  The  Washington \nBenevolent  Society  was  originated,  it  is  said,  in  the  office  of  Nathan \nHale,  attorney-at-law.  No.  12  Exchange-street.  The  object  of  this \nsociety  was  to  cherish  and  disseminate  the  principles  of  Washington, \nand  to  establish  a  fund  for  the  aid  of  those  unfortunate  members  of  the \ninstitution  who  are  reduced  by  the  pressure  of  the  times  to  a  state  of \npoverty.  To  effect  its  objects,  they  held  monthly  meetings  for  debate \nat 'the  Exchange  Coffee-house,  when  political  speeches  were  delivered \nby  our  first  men.  The  meetings  were  free  to  all  parties.  Political \neditors  and  party  leaders  attended ;  and  the  society  soon  increased  to \nmore  than  two  thousand  members.  An  oration  was  delivered  annually \non  the  30th  of  April,  in  honor  of  the  inauguration  of  Washington. \nThe  admission  fee  was  two  dollars,  to  constitute  a  member.  The \norations  were  pronounced  until  the  peace  of  Dec.  22,  1815 ;  and \nits  orators  were  Sullivan,  Quincy,  Bigelow  and  Holley,  whose  per- \nformances,   with  the  exception  of  the  latter,    were  printed.      The \n\n\nHORACE  HOLLEY.  369 \n\noration  of  Holley  was  delivered  in  the  Old  South  Church.  Rus- \nsell, of  the  Centinel,  remarked  of  this  performance,  that  it  comprised  a \nfull  and  able  commentary  upon  the  principles  professed  by  the  disciples \nof  Washington  ;  an  application  of  them  to  the  recent  events  which  have \noccurred  since  the  elevation  of  the  Jeffersonian  administration,  etc. \nIt  is  higlily  probable  that  the  Hartford  Convention  owes  its  origin \nmore  especially  to  this  institution  than  to  the  Essex  Junto.  In  the \nabsence  of  Holley's  oration,  we  will  introduce  a  beautiful  passage  from \nan  unpublished  manuscript  of  his,  which  we  have  recently  perused, \nwhere,  in  enlarging  on  truly  great  minds  of  varied  influence,  he  lastly \nintroduces  Washington,  \"  whose  judgment  presides  over  almost  every \nother  power,  where  there  is  but  httle  or  no  preeminence  of  genius ; \nwhere  there  is  no  attempt  at  invention,  at  great  and  comprehensive \narguments  in  form ;  where  wonder  and  novelties  have  nothing  to  do \n\"with  the  decisions  for  practice ;  where  experiment  is  so  mingled  with \nthe  tried  result  of  past  years  as  not  to  be  distinguished ;  where  there \nis  a  clear  knowledge  of  character  in  the  individual  state,  and  an  unri- \nvalled judgment  to  collect,  sift,  separate,  and  use  for  the  most  valu- \nable purposes,  the  information  thus  obtained.  Such  was  the  mind  of \nWashington, —  and  here  I  stop,  declaring  the  most  gratified  admira- \ntion, and  uttering  the  most  fervent  prayers  for  the  wider  diffusion  of \nthis  uncommon  class  of  minds.\" \n\nIn  the  procession  of  this  institution  were  four  hundred  boys,  in  a \nuniform  dress,  decorated  with  Avreaths  and  garlands,  each  one  bearing \non  his  breast  a  copy  of  Washington's  Legacy,  in  a  morocco-bound \nminiature  volume,  suspended  by  a  ribbon.  An  elegant  standard,  and \ntwenty  banners,  were  borne  by  twenty-one  youths,  on  each  of  which \nwere  inscribed  patriotic  mottoes.  These  sons  of  Sparta  were  drilled \nfor  parade  in  Faneuil  Hall ;  and  a  complete  record  of  their  names, \npreserved  by  Lemuel  Blake,  Esq.,  one  of  the  managers,  and  a  treas- \nurer of  the  society,  is  appended  to  this  volume. \n\nThis  institution  was  watched  with  a  keen  eye  of  jealousy.  In  the \nBoston  Gazette  of  May  2,  1814,  we  find  an  impromptu,  on  hearing  an \n\"envious\"  Democrat  boast  of  the  success  of  his  prayers  for  rain  to \ndrench  the  Washington  roses,  on  the  day  of  the  procession : \n\n\"  Cease,  railer !  thy  prayer  is  both  foolish  and  vain. \nThe  Washington  rose-tree  is  safe  from  disaster  ; \nThe  gentle  effusion  of  April's  soft  rain \nWill  nourish  its  root,  and  expand  its  buds  faster. \n\n\nI  \" \n\n\n370  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nNor  think  for  the  cloud-mantled  sun  that  it  grieves, — \n\nIt  shall  flourish  when  nature's  bright  glories  are  ended  ; \nTransplanted  to  heaven,  its  odorous  leaves \n\nShall  breathe  their  perfume  where  its  Patron  'a  ascended, \nFrom  eternity's  soil  the  Washington  rose \n\nShall  draw  its  nutrition,  its  bloom  never  fading, \nWhile  the  poisonous  plant  that  in  Erebus  grows \n\nShall  reward,  wretched  slave,  thy  profane  gasconading  ! \n\nThe  eloquence  of  Horace  Holley,  on  the  delivery  of  a  sermon  before \nthe  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company,  in  1811,  was  so  over- \npowering, that  a  spontaneous  acclamation  burst  forth  from  the  crowd \nthat  thronged  the  doors  of  the  church.  He  was  born  at  Salisbury, \nConn.,  Feb.  13,  1781,  and  graduated  at  Yale  College  in  1803.  On \nleaving  college,  he  studied  law  under  Peter  W.  Radcliff,  Esq.,  of  New \nYork  •  and  in  1804  he  engaged  in  the  study  of  divinity  with  President \nDwight,  at  New  Haven,  and  married  Mary,  daughter  of  Stephen \nAustin,  of  that  city,  when  he  was  settled  at  Greenfield  Hill,  Fairfield. \nHe  was  at  that  period  a  Trinitarian.  In  1809  he  became  an  avowed \nUnitarian,  and  was  the  successor  of  Rev.  Dr.  West,  of  the  HoUis- \nstreet  Church,  in  Boston.  In  1812  he  was  chaplain  of  the  House  of \nRepresentatives,  and  one  of  the  school  committee. \n\nThe  ancestor  of  Horace  Holley  was  one  of  the  early  settlers  of  Con- \nnecticut,—  probably  John  Holley,  a  selectman  of  Stamford  in  1642. \nAn  absurd  attempt  has  been  made  to  trace  his  descent  from  Edmund \nHalley,  the  eminent  astronomer  of  England,  Avho  died  in  1741,  a \ngreat-grandson  of  whom  was  said  to  be  Luther  Holley,  the  father  of \nthe  subject  of  this  outline. \n\nMr.  Holley  was  warmly  interested  in  the  old  Federal  party,  but \nnever  spoke  at  a  political  caucus  ;  and  it  is  related  of  him,  that,  after \nattendino;  a  debate  in  Faneuil  Hall,  which  he  entered  arm  in  arm  with \nSamuel  Dexter,  his  personal  friend,  who  decidedly  opposed  the  expe- \ndiency of  the  Hartford  Convention,  Mr.  Holley  devoted  the  forenoon \nservice  of  the  next  Sabbath  to  an  argument  in  favor  of  its  objects, \npouring  out,  in  strains  of  eloquence  that  captivated  the  audience,  one \nhalf-hour  longer  than  the  usual  period.  His  mind  was  also  intensely \nabsorbed  in  morals  and  manners  ;  and  on  another  Sabbath  he  enlarged \nin  an  exposition  of  the  nature  and  character  of  the  morals  and \nmaxims  of  the  famous  Marquis  de  Rochefoucault,  without  any  reference \nto  the  Holy  Scriptures  for  a  text  from  which  to  preach.  He  was \nfrequently  solicited  to  publish  a  sermon,  by  his  parishioners,  and  also \n\n\nHORACE  HOLLEY.  371 \n\nfor  the  loan  of  a  manuscript ;  but  lie  uniformly  declined  the  former, \nand  rarely  consented  to  the  latter.  However,  to  oblige  one  of  his \ndevoted  friends, —  Mr.  Jackson, —  who  was  a  candle-maker,  and  often \nmade  him  the  gift  of  a  box  of  candles, —  urging  the  favor  of  an  inter- \nchange of  light, —  he  occasionally  consented  to  the  request.  A  female \ndomestic  once  surreptitiously  secreted  a  manuscript  sermon  of  his \nunder  the  carpet  in  his  study,  which  was  copied,  and  then  replaced. \n\nDr.  Holley  was  a  fine  mechanical  genius.  Calhng,  one  time,  on  his \nbootmaker, —  one  Mr.  Barker,  —  to  settle  an  account,  he  offered  the \nman  a  fifty-dollar  bill  to  be  exchanged,  who  directly  sent  a  boy  to \nobtain  small  bills  for  it ;  on  which,  Dr.  Holley  forthwith  seated  him- \nself on  the  bench,  stitching  a  shoe  with  ready  facility.  The  bootmaker \njocosely  remarked  to  the  divine  that  he  ought  to  pay  for  the  use  of \nthe  block.  After  paying  his  bill,  Dr.  Holley  very  pleasantly  threw \na  piece  of  silver  on  the  bench,  and  politely  withdrew  from  the  shop. \nThis  incident  is  Avorthy  of  Mather  Byles,  his  witty  predecessor. \n\nOn  the  22d  December,  1817,  Dr.  Holley  dehvered  the  anniversary \ndiscourse  on  the  landing  of  the  Pilgrim  Fathers  at  Plymouth ;  and \nThacher,  in  the  History  of  Plymouth,  relates  that  the  well-known  ora- \ntorical powers  of  Dr.  Holley  were  exerted  in  the  happiest  manner,  and \nafforded  great  delight  and  satisfaction  to  his  numerous  auditors.  He \ncontemplated  the  scenery  about  our  harbor,  our  burial -hill,  and  the \nrock ;  and  held  a  conversation  with  Dea.  Spooner,  in  the  morning, \nwhich  roused  the  best  energies  of  his  nature,  and  nerved  his  faculties \nto  their  noblest  display.  In  the  discourse,  he  observed  that  he  had \nthat  morning  received  some  new  recollections,  and  made  the  following \nallusion  to  the  venerable  Dea.  Spooner  :  '\"Our  venerable  friend  knew \nand  conversed  with  Elder  Faunce,  who  personally  knew  the  first  set- \ntlers :  so  Polycarp  conversed  with  St.  John,  the  beloved  disciple  of \nour  Saviour.\"  On  this  occasion,  Dea.  Spooner  officiated  by  reading \nthe  Psalm  in  the  ancient  form,  line  byline, —  and  thus  closed  the \nreligious  services  of  this  venerable  man,  who  for  so  many  years  had \nconstantly  been  seen  in  the  \"  deacon's  seat  \"  in  the  sanctuary  of  God, \nand  Avho  died  March  22,  1818,  in  the  eighty-third  year  of  his  age. \n\nIn  1818  Dr.  Holley  was  elected  president  of  Transylvania  Univer- \nsity, in  Lexington,  Kentucky.  This  passage  from  the  golden  ore  of \nHolley,  brilliant  as  the  hues  of  the  rainbow,  is  gleaned  from  liis \nfuneral  eulogy  over  the  remains  of  Col.  James  Morrison,  the  most \nmunificent  benefactor  of  this  university,  printed  at  Lexington,  in  1823  : \n\n\n3T2  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  0RAT0B3. \n\n\"  When  I  look  over  the  history  of  the  public  institutions  of  our  coun- \ntry,—  especially  of  those  devoted  to  the  great  cause  of  education, —  I \nfind  among  their  donors,  their  patrons,  the  founders  of  professorships, \nthe  names  of  those  who  have  been  most  distinguished  for  their  patriot- \nism, their  liberal  opinions,  their  services  to  the  state,  and  their  effective \nphilanthropy.  Washington,  Adams,  Franklin,  Rumford,  and  Dexter, \namong  a  host  of  others  less  distinguished,  might  be  mentioned,  as  a \nfew  of  that  glorious  class  of  American  benefactors  and  philanthropists \nto  which  Morrison  has  so  honorably  added  his  name.  Not  many  have \nsurpassed  him  in  the  extent  of  their  munificence,  and  most  are  left  far \nbehind. \n\n\"It  deserves  to  be  noted  that  the  venerable  sage  of  Monticello,  after \nhaving  spent  years  as  a  diplomatist  abroad, —  after  having  witnessed \nand  enjoyed  the  diversified  resources  of  a  European  life,  —  after  being \nraised  to  the  highest  honors  of  his  country,  and  crowned  with  the \nwreath  of  imperishable  glory, —  after  having  drank  at  the  fountains  of \nenjoyment  in  almost  every  mode  of  existence, —  has  at  last  devoted \nhimself,  with  the  ardor  of  a  young  enthusiast,  and  with  the  perse- \nverance of  a  veteran  in  philanthropy,  to  the  most  glorious  of  all  the \npublic   enterprises  of  Virginia,    the   establishment,    completion   and \nendowment,   of  her  State  university.     What  an  example  is  this  to \nillustrate  the  usefulness  of  age,  the  dignity  of  retirement,  the  results \nof  experience,  the  worth  of  human  nature,  the  value  of  mind,  and  an \neffectual  honorable  preparation  for  eternity !     The  patriot,  scholar  and \nphilanthropist,  of  Quincy,  too,  finds  no  appropriation  of  the  gifts  of \nfortune  so  dear  to  his  heart,  in  the  frosts  of  age  and  on  the  verge  of \nthe  grave,  as  that  which  lays  a  foundation  for  the  permanent  union  of \nliterature,  philosophy,  and  religion.     What  a  spectacle  for  European \npotentates  to  behold  is  thus  furnished  by  the  plain  but  enlightened  and \ntruly  noble  servants  of  our  republic,  in  private  life  !     What  a  contrast \ndo  these  benefactions  for  the  best  of  all  purposes  exhibit  to  the  blood- \nstained career  of  mad  ambition ;  to  the  selfish,  haughty,  and  cruel  doc- \ntrines of  legitimacy ;   to  the  luxuries,  debaucheries,  effeminacy,  and \ndecapitations,  of  too  many  of  the  crowned  pageants  that  glitter  through \na  short  and  oppressive  reign,  and  are  known  afterwards  only  for  their \nwant  of  capacity,  usefulness,  and  virtue  !     0,  my  country!  long  mayst \nthou  boast  of  thy  free  institutions,  thy  equal  laws,  thy  simple  man- \nners, thy  hardy  and  independent  spirit,  thy  active  patriots,  and  thy \nhonored  statesmen, —  not  only  in  public  but  in  private  life.\" \n\n\nHORACE   HOLLET.  373 \n\nThe  above  production,  together  with  a  review  of  Ely's  Contrast  of \nHopkinsianism  and  Calvinism,  an  article  in  the  Western  Review,  and \na  few  articles  embraced  in  the  memoir  of  his  life,  are  nearly  all  that \nremain  of  his  mental  efforts.  The  most  siiccessful  result  of  the  genius \nof  Gilbert  Stuart  was  the  portrait  of  Horace  Holley,  finished  in  1818, \non  the  day  when  he  left  Boston  for  his  elevated  station  in  the  west.  It \nwas  executed  for  James  Barker.  Esq.,  one  of  his  parishioners.  Stuart \nwas  so  delighted  with  the  painting,  that  he  exclaimed  to  Mr.  Barker, \n\"I  never  wish  to  paint  him  again.  This  is  the  only  picture  I  ever \npainted  that  I  have  no  desire  to  alter;  I  am  entirely  satisfied  with  it.\" \nA  friend  conversing  with  Sprague,  the  poet,  regarding  this  inimitable \nlikeness,  advised  him  to  go  and  see  it,  for  it  was  worth  a  pilgrimage  of \nfive  miles  on  foot.  Sprague  replied,  \"I  will  go  and  see  it.\"  Our \npoet  remarked  that  he  was  not  accustomed  to  speak  of  handsome  men, \n\"  but  I  will  say  that  Horace  Holley  was  a  man  of  great  personal  mas- \ncuhne  beauty.\"  When  he  ascended  the  pulpit,  in  his  flowing  gown, \nand,  assuming  the  air  and  attitude  of  the  orator,  bold  and  expressive, \nthrew  his  eyes  around  him  on  the  gazing  audience,  the  scene  itself \nwas  eloquent.  \"His  voice  was  mellow,  rich,  and  silver-toned,  thrill- \ning at  times,\"  says  Caldwell,  in  the  eulogium,  \"  with  the  very  essence \nof  melody.\"  His  enunciation  was  clear,  distinct,  and  aptly  varied. \nHis  manner  was  graceful  and  animated,  and  his  action  was  so  effective \nthat  the  whole  audience  Avould  be  irresistibly  overpowered.  Holley \nwas,  as  one  remarked,  a  sun  in  the  firmament  of  pulpit  eloquence,  at \nwhose  appearance  \"  all  the  constellations  pass  away,  and  make  no \nnoise.\"  His  widow  graphically  said  of  him,  in  the  beautiful  memoir \nwhich  she  published,  that  \"he  had  clear  and  bright,  yet  expressive, \nblack  eyes.  His  hair,  in  his  youth,  was  black,  fine,  and  silky.  As  he \nadvanced  in  life,  it  gradually  retreated  from  his  fair,  polished  forehead, \nuntil  but  a  remnant  was  left  upon  one  of  the  most  classic  heads  ever \ndisplayed  to  view.\"  What  Holley  once  remarked  of  Whitefield  well \napplies  to  himself,  that  he  has  left  his  fame  to  rest  upon  the  record  of \nhis  own  personal  eloquence ;  and  it  may  be  safely  asserted  that  Still- \nman  and  Holley  were  the  most  eloquent  pastors  that  ever  graced  the \nBoston  pulpit. \n\nPresident  Holley  resigned  the  oversight  of  the  university  in  1827, \nwith  the  expectation  of  an  invitation  to  a  new  church  in  Boston.  On \nhis  passage  from  New  Orleans  to  New  York,  he  died  of  the  yellow \nfever,  July  31,  1827,  at  the  early  age  of  forty-six  years.     His  widow \n\n\n374  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nhas  proved  her  devotion  to  the  memory  of  her  hushand  more  affect- \ningly  than  if  she  had  mingled  his  ashes  in  her  cup,  said  one,  and  drank \nthem,  to  keep  his  remains  ever  near  her  heart.  How  exquisitely  pathetic \nis  her  burning  narrative  of  his  last  moments  at  sea !  \"  Rest  and  quiet- \nness were  out  of  the  question,\"  says  Mrs.  Holley;  \"a  still,  dark  room,  a \nbed  of  suitable  dimensions,  with  constant  and  careful  attendants, —  any \none  circumstance  included  in  the  word  home,  had  been  more  than  lux- \nury. Let  those  who  would  learn  the  full  meaning  of  that  dearest  of  all \nnames  experience  a  distressing,  paralyzing  illness  at  sea,  and  they  will \nknow  its  full  import.  Hitherto,  no  one  had  expressed  a  fear  of  dan- \ngerous disease  on  board,  so  little  do  we  feel  and  understand  impending \nevil.  It  now  became  calm,  and  there  was  time  and  opportunity  to \nattend  to  the  suffering  and  helpless.  The  danger  of  Dr.  Holley' s  sit- \nuation became  too  apparent.  His  eyes  were  half  closed  —  his  mind \nwandering.  The  same  medicines  were  repeated,  the  doses  doubled, \nand  all  other  means  of  relief  apphed,  which  the  kind-hearted,  though \nunskilled,  in  their  goodness  could  command.  The  disease,  which  in \nits  early  stages  might,  perhaps,  have  been  checked,  had  now  acquired \nforce  and  strength,  and  soon  triumphed  over  one  of  the  finest  constitu- \ntions, as  well  as  most  brilliant  of  intellects.  The  fifth  of  the  disease, \nand  the  thirty-first  of  the  month,  was  the  fatal  day. \n\n\"  The  sun  rose  in  all  the  brightness  and  intense  heat  of  a  tropical \nregion.  It  was  a  dead  calm.  Not  a  breath  of  air  skimmed  the  surface \nof  the  sea,  or  fanned  the  burning  brow  of  the  sufferer.  The  writer  of \nthis  article,  who  still  lay  in  silent  anguish  a  speechless  spectator  of  the \nscene,  expected,  while  conscious  of  anything  but  distress,  to  be  the \nnext  victim ;  and  who,  losing  at  times  all  sense  of  suffering  in  the \nwomanish  feeling  occasioned  by  the  circumstance  of  there  not  being  a \nfemale  hand  to  perform  the  last  sad  oflBces  of  humanity,  has  a  confused \nrecollection  of  horror  of  the  solemn  looks  of  the  passengers  pacing  to \nand  fro  upon  the  deck ;  of  a  deathlike  stillness,  broken  by  groans  and \nhalf-uttered  sentences ;  and  of  a  httle,  soft  voice  trying  to  soothe  the \nlast  moments,  and  to  interpret  the  last  accents,  of  his  dying  parent. \nAll  this  she  heard,  without  sense  enough  to  request  to  be  carried  to  the \nspot,  or  to  realize  that  it  meant  death.  When  the  groans  and  spasms \nhad  ceased,  it  seemed  to  be  only  a  release  from  pain  —  a  temporary \nsleep.  When  all  was  hushed,  and  the  report  of  pistols  and  the  fumes \nof  burning  tar  announced  the  fatal  issue,  trusting  in  that  divine  Being \ninto  whose  presence  she  expected  soon  to  be  ushered, —  beheving,  as  far \n\n\nLEMUEL   SIIAW.  375 \n\nas  reflection  had  exercise,  that  the  separation  was  but  for  a  little  space, \n— she  heard  with  the  firmness  of  despair,  and  with  silent  awe,  the  part- \ning waters  receive  the  scarce  breathless  form  of  him  who  had  been  her \npride  and  boast,  as  he  had  been  the  admiration  of  all  to  whom  he  was \nknown, —  his  winding-sheet  a  cloak,  his  grave  the  wide  ocean,  his  mon- \nument the  everlasting  Tortugas  1     All  this  she  heard,  and  lives.\" \n\nThe  lament  of  his  lonely  and  devoted  widow  will  ever  affect  the  heart \nof  sympathy  : \n\n\"  0  !  had  he  lived  to  reach  his  native  land, \nAnd  then  expired,  I  would  have  blessed  the  strand  ; \nBut  where  my  husband  lies  I  may  not  lie. \nI  cannot  come,  with  broken  heart,  to  sigh \nO'er  his  loved  dust,  and  strew  with  flowers  his  turf; \nHis  pillow  hath  no  cover  but  the  surf : \nI  may  not  pour  the  soul-drop  from  mine  eye \nNear  his  cold  bed  ;  —  he  slumbers  in  the  wave. \n0  !  I  will  love  the  sea,  because  it  is  thy  grave.\" \n\n\nLEMUEL   SHAW. \n\nJULY  i,  1815.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  admirable  performance  of  Chief  Justice  Shaw,  we  find  an \nexplanation  of  the  opposition  of  a  powerful  party  amongst  us  to  the \nlast  war  with  Great  Britain,  and  a  magnanimous  and  prompt  conces- \nsion that  the  contest  has  strengthened  the  bonds  of  our  political  union  : \n\"We  rejoice  in  the  behef  that  the  danger  which  we  once  feared  from \nthe  ascendency  of  French  power,  and  the  more  contaminating  influence \nof  French  principles,  is  forever  removed.  The  secret  spell,  which \nseemed  to  bind  us  in  willing  chains  to  the  conqueror's  car,  is  forever \nbroken.  No  sophistry  can  again  deceive  us  into  a  belief  that  the  cause \nof  Bonaparte  is  the  cause  of  social  rights,  or  create  a  momentary  sym- \npathy between  the  champion  of  despotism  and  the  friends  of  civil \nliberty. \n\n\"One  of  the  most  alarming  points  of  view  in  which  the  sincere \nopponents  of  the  late  war  with  England  regarded  that  measure  was, \nthat  it  tended  to  cement  and  perpetuate  that  dangerous  and  disgraceful \n\n\n376  ~       THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nconnection.  The  commercial  restrictions  of  America  corresponded,  in \nprinciple  and  in  object,  with  the  continental  system  of  France.  We \ndeclared  war  at  the  moment  when  Napoleon  had  prepared  the  whole \nforce  of  his  empire  to  strike  the  last  fatal  blow  against  the  liberties \nof  Europe,  by  the  conquest  of  Russia.  Of  the  character  of  that \nwar  we  have  often  expressed  our  strong  and  decided  opinion ;  and  it \nis  not  my  design  to  anticipate  the  sentence  of  censure  and  con- \ndemnation which  history  will  pronounce  on  its  authors.  Let  us \nrather  turn  from  the  revolting  subject,  to  the  more  grateful  task  of \ncontemplating  the  lustre  which  it  has  given  occasion  to  shed  on  the \nAmerican  character.  0 !  who  shall  hereafter  recollect  the  gal- \nlantry of  our  little  navy,  the  memorable  exploits  of  our  ocean  heroes, \ntheir  skill  and  bravery  in  battle,  their  moderation  in  victory,  their  dig- \nnity even  in  defeat,  without  higher  emotions  of  pride  and  satisfaction \nin  the  name  and  character  of  an  American  7  That  navy,  one  of  the \nfew  remaining  fruits  of  better  counsels,  had  survived  only  amidst  the \nutter  contempt  and  neglect  of  those  whose  administration  it  has  since \ncontributed  to  emblazon.  But  it  has  justified  the  ardent  hopes  and \nrealized  the  high  expectations  of  its  early  and  constant  friends,  and \nredeemed  the  reputation  of  the  country.  It  is  now  justly  the  favorite \nof  all ;  the  nation  are  its  patrons,  and  it  must  and  will  be  cherished. \nI  certainly  mean  to  bestow  the  highest  praise  on  the  late  American \narmy,  when  I  say  that,  in  most  instances,  they  have  well  sustained  the \nhigh  military  reputation  which  crowned  the  arms  of  America  in  the \nwar  of  the  Revolution. \n\n'  Fas  est  ab  hoste  doceri,' \n\n\"  'If,'  said  Gen.  Burgoyne  in  his  memorable  defence  before  Parlia- \nment, '  there  can  be  any  persons  who  continue  to  doubt  that  the  Amer- \nicans possess  the  quality  and  faculty  of  fighting  (call  it  by  whatever \nname  they  please),  they  are  of  a  prejudice  that  it  would  be  very  absurd \nlonger  to  contend  with.'  This  reputation,  the  battles  of  Niagara, \nof  Plattsburg  and  the  Mississippi,  will  have  no  tendency  to  impair. \nIn  this  review,  I  should  do  injustice  to  my  own  feelings  not  to  mention \nwith  merited  commendation,  the  courage,  the  spirit  and  patriotism,  of \nthe  American  militia.  Sensible  of  the  danger  as  well  as  the  burthen \nof  supporting  a  large  standing  force,  it  has  been  the  policy  of  America \nto  arm  and  discipline  her  citizens  ;  and,  in  cases  of  sudden  emergency, \nto  intrust  the  safety  of  the  country,  in  some  measure,  to  their  zeal  and \ncourage.     The  vigorous  defence  of  Plattsbursr.  of  Baltimore  and  New \n\n\nLEMUEL  SHAW.  877 \n\nOrleans,  has  well  justified  the  confidence  reposed  in  them.     I  may  add, \n\n■ffith  pride  and  -with  pleasure,  that  the  alacrity  with  which  the  militia \n\nof  Massachusetts  recently  ralHed  at  the  call  of  their  illustrious  chief, \n\nin  whose  judgment,  courage  and  patriotism,  they  justly  reposed  unhm- \n\nited  confidence,  the  ardor  and  discipline  they  exhibited,  the  patience \n\nand  courage  they  manifested,  proved  —  if  proof  were  wanting  —  that \n\nthe  soil  of  freedom  will  never  be  surrendered  by  its  proprietors,  but \n\nwith  their  lives.\" \n\nLemuel  Shaw  was  born  at  Barnstable,  Jan.  9, 1781;  and  was  the  son \n\nof  Rev.  Oakes  Shaw,  the  venerable  pastor  of  the  first  church  in  that \n\ntown,  by  Susanna  Hayward,  his  second  wife.     At  the  age  of  fifteen \n\nyears,  young  Lemuel  entered  Harvard  College ;  and,  on  his  graduation \n\nin  1800,  he  engaged  in  a  dialogue  with  Timothy  Flint  and  Abiel  Hol- \n\nbrook,  on  the  excellence  of  the  Greek  language.     On  leaving  college, \n\nbeing  ambitious  to  disencumber  his  beloved  father  of  the  expenses  of \n\nhis  education,  he  became  usher  at  the  Franklin,  now  the  Brimmer \n\nSchool,  then  under  the  direction  of  the  excellent  Dr.  Asa  Bullard. \n\nHere  we  cannot  forbear  to  state  that  our  own  Charles  Sprague,  the \n\nimmortal  poet  of  Boston,  was  then  a  scholar  at  this  public  school. \n\nWho  can  estimate  the  influence  of  such  minds  on  youthful  genius  ? \n\nMr.  Shaw  engaged  in  legal  studies,  during  a  period  of  three  years, \n\nunder  the  guidance  of  the  famous  David  Everett,  a  counsellor,  and \n\nauthor  of  the  memorable  poem  for  youthful  orators,  the  first  lines  of \n\nwhich  are  — \n\n\"  You  'd  scarce  expect  one  of  my  age \n\nTo  speak  in  public  on  the  stage.\" \n\nWe  find  in  Felt's  Memorials  of  William  S.  Shaw  a  remark  of  Mrs. \nPeabody,  his  mother  and  a  sister  of  Mrs.  President  Adams,  expressed \nin  her  letter  to  him,  dated  Sept.  2, 1801 :  \"  Your  cousin,  Lemuel  Shaw, \nis  studying  law  in  Boston.     He  is  a  superior  young  man.\" \n\nIn  1805  Mr.  Shaw  was  an  entered  attorney  of  Suffolk  bar.  He \nwas  representative  of  Boston  in  the  State  Legislature  during  the  entire \nperiod  of  the  war  with  Great  Britain,  from  1811  to  1816 ;  and,  on  the \ninstitution  of  the  Washington  Benevolent  Society,  in  1812,  was  elected \nits  secretary.  Mr.  Shaw  married,  Jan.  6, 1818,  EHzabeth,  a  daughter \nof  Josiah  Knapp,  a  merchant  of  Boston,  who  died ;  and  he  married,  the \nsecond  time,  Hope,  a  daughter  of  Dr.  Samuel  Savage,  of  Barnstable, \nto  whom  a  lady  made  the  happy  allusion, — \"There  is  Hope  in  the \nJudiciary,\" — at  the  centennial  celebration  of  his  native  town.  In \n32* \n\n\n878  THE  HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n1811  he  gave  an  address  for  the  Massachusetts  Humane  Society.  He \nwas  elected  to  the  State  convention  on  the  revision  of  the  constitution, \n•where,  in  his  arguments  on  the  judiciary  and  other  points,  he  evinced \ngreat  wisdom ;  and,  in  the  year  succeeding,  he  was  one  of  the  editors \nof  the  General  Laws  of  the  State,  revised  and  adapted  to  the  amend- \nments of  the  convention. \n\nIn  the  year  1822  we  find  Mr.  Shaw  in  the  State  Senate,  at  which \nperiod  he  was  chairman  of  the  joint  committee  of  the  Legislature  on  a \ncity  charter  for  Boston.  We  venerate  the  man  who  devised  our  char- \ntered rights.  It  was  Chief  Justice  Shaw,  then  an  eminent  counsellor, \n—  the  sage  of  Trimount, —  who  drafted  the  city  charter,  in  the  com- \nmittee of  the  town,  and  wrote,  also,  the  act  of  incorporation  establish- \ning the  city  of  Boston,  granted  by  the  General  Court,  Feb.  23,  1822, \nwith  the  exception  of  the  fourteenth  section,  regarding  public  theatres \nand  exhibitions,  and  the  act  establishing  a  Police  Court,  which  were \ndrafted  by  Hon.  William  Sullivan,  and  went  into  operation  at  the \nsame  time ;  both  acts  constituting  the  system  of  municipal  govern- \nment. The  original  bill  for  a  city  charter  is  on  file  in  the  State \narchives,  and  is  partly  in  the  hand- writing  of  Chief  Justice  Shaw. \n\nEvery  avenue  to  an  invasion  of  the  foundation  of  the  city  charter \nshould  be  guarded  with  a  jealous  eye.  At  the  period  of  its  construc- \ntion, a  party  was  strenuous  that  each  ward  should  elect  its  own  alder- \nman. This  was  vigorously  opposed,  as  creating  the  wards  into  petty \ndemocracies,  overturning  the  balance  of  power  in  the  Council ;  and \neven  though  they  be  elected  on  a  general  ticket,  it  would  lead  to  a \nstrife  of  wards.  In  addition  to  a  share  in  the  legislative  power  of  the \nCouncil,  they  are  invested  with  important  executive  duties,  without \nregard  to  local  interests.  Rather  tolerate  the  minor  evils  of  a  con- \nservative charter,  than  endure  greater  by  submitting  to  party  caprice. \nIn  a  careful,  conservative  spirit.  Justice  Shaw  has  avoided  both  the \nexclusiveness  of  aristocracy  and  the  arbitrary  severity  of  democracy, \nweaving  the  whole  system  on  a  purely  republican  basis.  The  argu- \nments for  the  inviolate  preservation  of  the  charter  urged  by  the  elder \nQuincy  tend  to  its  perpetuity.  Our  city  is  indebted  to  the  ocean- \nbound  cape  for  many  of  its  most  eminent  civil  and  mercantile  men. \n\nLemuel  Shaw  is  the  successor  of  Isaac  Parker,  as  Chief  Justice  of \nthe  Massachusetts  Supreme  Judicial  Court,  over  which  he  has  presided \nsince  his  appointment  under  Gov.  Levi  Lincoln,  since  his  inauguration \nin  September,  1830,  at  which  period  he  was  a  representative  in  the \n\n\nLEMUEL  SHAW.  379 \n\nState  Legislature.  He  is  senior  Fellow  of  the  Corporation  of  Harvard \nCollege,  which  important  station  he  has  honorably  filled  since  his  elec- \ntion, in  1834.  He  is  a  member  of  the  American  Academy  of  Arts \nand  Sciences,  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical  and  of  the  New  England \nGenealogic  Historical  Societies. \n\nDuring  the  whole  period  of  his  elevation  to  the  head  of  the  State \njudiciary,  Justice  Shaw  has  made  records  of  the  legal  transactions \nunder  his  superintendence,  comprising  nearly  fifty  volumes,  of  several \nhundred  pages  each,  lettered  \"  Minutes  of  the  Massachusetts  Supreme \nJudicial  Court,\"  handsomely  bound  in  substantial  Russia  backs, — \nthus  giving  him  facilities  to  recur  to  former  decisions,  and  learn  of  the \npast  how  to  operate  on  the  present.  He  could  not  bequeath  to  the \nlaw  library  of  Suffolk  any  amount  of  money  that  would  compare  Tvith \nthe  inestimable  value  of  such  a  legacy  as  these  volumes  of  Court \nDecisions. \n\nWith  the  exception  of  Theophilus  Parsons,  a  more  profound  civilian \nnever  graced  the  ermine,  in  New  England.  He  discerns,  at  a  glance, \npoints  in  a  case,  that,  to  an  ordinary  intellect,  would  require  protracted \nreflection.  He  is  unblemished  in  private  life,  and  greatly  esteemed  for \nhis  courtesy,  candor,  and  ready  acts  of  charity.  His  sagacity  and \npenetration  are  proverbial,  and  his  influence  on  the  bench  is  almost \nwithout  bound.  He  is  rather  corpulent,  and  near  the  common  height \nof  man,  with  dark-blue,  piercing  eyes,  that  play  amid  expressive  fea- \ntures. \n\nJustice  Shaw  has  ever  felt  a  devoted  veneration  of  his  parents. \nHis  mother  was  a  lady  of  more  than  ordinary  powers  of  intellect ; \nand  of  his  flither,  the  venerable  pastor  of  Barnstable,  he  thus  warmly \nexpressed  himself,  in  a  speech  at  the  centennial  celebration  of  that \ntown,  Sept.  3,  1839:  \"Almost  within  sight  of  the  place  where  we \nare  still  stands  a  modest  spire,  marking  the  spot  where  a  beloved \nfather  stood  to  minister  the  holy  word  of  truth,  and  hope,  and  salva- \ntion, to  a  numerous,  beloved,  and  attached  people,  for  almost  half  a \ncentury.  Pious,  pure,  simple-hearted,  devoted  to  and  beloved  by  his \npeople,  never  shall  I  cease  to  venerate  his  memory,  or  to  love  those \nwho  knew  and  loved  him.  I  speak  in  the  presence  of  some  who  knew \nhim,  and  of  many  more  who,  I  doubt  not,  were  taught  to  love  and \nhonor  his  memory,  as  one  of  the  earliest  lessons  of  their  childhood.\" \n\nHe  is  remarkable  for  social  qualities,  and  his  conversation  is  often \n80  replete  with  wisdom  and  amiable  vivacity  that  one  is  sure  to  be  the \n\n\n380  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nbetter  for  his  society.  The  sentiment  here  advanced,  and  given  by \nhim  at  the  celebration,  so  characterizes  the  man,  that  it  is  a  choice \nmemento:  \"Cape  Cod,  our  beloved  Birth-place:  May  it  be  the \nnursery  and  the  home  of  the  social  virtues, —  a  place  which  all  her \nsons  and  daughters,  whether  present  or  absent,  may,  for  centuries  to \ncome,  as  in  centuries  past,  delight  to  honor  and  to  love.\"  The  passage \nherewith  transcribed  is  taken  from  the  song  written  for  the  occasion, \nby  William  Hayden,  Esq.,  our  late  honored  postmaster  of  Bo.ston: \n\n\"  To  trace  your  debt  to  old  Cape  Cod \n\nIt  needs  no  brush  or  pallet, — \nThere  's  Dimmock,  Gray,  and  Thacher,  too. \n\nThe  Searses,  and  George  Hallett  ; \nSome  service  we  have  done  the  State, — \n\nFrom  us  you  get  your  law,  sir  ; \nThere  's  Mr.  Bassett  —  he 's  your  clerk, — \n\nAnd  there 's  Chief  Justice  Shaw,  sir.\" \n\nJustice  Shaw  gave  the  following  sentiment  at  the  first  anniversary \nof  the  Cape  Cod  Association,  celebrated  in  Boston,  Nov.  11,  1851: \n\"  The  Cabin  of  the  Mayflower  :  The  Convention  Hall  of  the  Pilgrims, \nfrom  the  first  dawning  of  whose  light  has  emanated  a  blaze  of  consti- \ntutional freedom  which  has  hghted  up  every  mountain  and  penetrated \nevery  valley  of  our  land.\" \n\nIn  addition  to  productions  already  named,  Chief  Justice  Shaw  has \npublished  his  Inaugural  Address ;  Charge  to  the  Grand  Jury  at \nIpswich,  1832 ;  Address  at  the  Opening  of  the  New  Court-house,  in \nWorcester,  1845 ;  Charge  to  the  Jury  in  the  trial  of  Professor \nJ.  W.  Webster,  in  Bemis'  edition. \n\nWhat  Justice  Shaw  said  of  his  predecessor  in  office  may,  with  great \nemphasis,  be  applied  to  himself :  \"His  judicial  character  must  stand \nupon  the  published  reports  of  his  judicial  decisions,  which  now  form  so \nlarge  a  portion  of  his  legal  learning.  These  will  form  an  enduring \nmonument  of  his  fame,  and  constitute  a  large  claim  upon  the  respect \nand  gratitude  of  posterity.\"  In  transposing  what  Justice  Shaw  once \nsaid  of  the  law,  to  the  lawyers,  we  may  remark  of  him,  that,  having \nbeen  nurtured  by  an  enlightened  philosophy,  invigorated  by  sound \nlearning,  and  polished  by  elegant  literature,  he  has  been  an  efficient \nsupporter  of  constitutional  liberty. \n\n\nWILLIAM  GALE.  —  GEORGE  SULLIVAN.  381 \n\nWILLIAM   GALE. \n\nJULY  i,  1815.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON    SOCIETY. \n\nWiLLAM  Gale  was  born  at  Waltham  in  the  year  1792,  and  grad- \nuated at  Harvard  College  in  1810.  He  became  a  counsellor-at-law, \nand  practised  in  the  old  State-house.  He  was  a  warm  adherent  of \nthe  Democratic  party,  and  a  frequent  contributor  to  the  Chronicle. \nThe  papers  of  the  day  said  of  the  oration  (delivered  at  the  Columbian \nCoffee-house,  for  the  Washington  Society,  of  which  Mr.  Gale  was \npresident  in  1817),  that  it  was  a  patriotic,  spirited  and  elegant  per- \nformance. Mr.  Gale  was  the  legal  solicitor  of  the  Republican  Institu- \ntion, on  its  foundation,  in  1819.  Possessing  talents  tending  to  an \nhonored  eminence,  it  is  related  that  he  descended  to  habits  of  inebria- \ntion,—  an  infirmity  peculiar  to  men  of  literary  genius, —  which  reduced \nhim  to  poverty,  and  doomed  him  to  the  House  of  Industry,  which, \naccording  to  the  records,  he  last  entered  Nov.  6,  1839,  when,  being \nattacked  with  the  small-pox,  he  was  removed  to  Rainsford  Island  on \nthe  19th  inst.,  where  he  died,  Nov.  21,  1839,  aged  forty-seven  years. \n\n\"  Now  there  he  lies. \nAnd  none  so  poor  to  do  him  reverence.\" \n\n\nGEORGE   SULLIVAN. \n\nJULY  4,  1816.    FOR   THE   TOAVN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  a  son  of  Gov.  Sullivan,  and  born  in  Boston  February,  1782  ; \nentered  the  Latin  School  in  1791,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1801,  when  he  engaged  in  a  discussion  on  the  importance  of \nnational  character  to  the  United  States.  Was  a  counsellor-at-Iaw ; \nand  married  Sarah  Bowdoin,  a  daughter  of  Hon.  Thomas  L.  Winthrop. \nHe  was  secretary  to  Hon.  James  Bowdoin,  when  minister  to  Spain. \nWas  the  governor's  aid-de-camp,  and  a  member  of  the  Ancient  and \nHonorable  Artillery  Company,  in  1811.     Was  captain  of  the  New \n\n\n382  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nEngland  Guards.  Judge-advocate  of  the  first  military  division.  Was \npresident,  in  1813,  of  Boston  Fuel  Society  for  the  Poor.  Was  a  rep- \nresentative, and  a  senator,  in  the  State  Legislature.  His  residence  has \nbeen,  for  many  years,  in  New  York. \n\nGeneral  Humphries,  who  gave  a  speech  at  the  dinner  of  the  town \nauthorities,  remarked  of  Mr.  Sullivan's  performance,  at  the  head  of  this \narticle  :  \"  The  orator  of  the  day  has  been  your  faithful  organ,  in  pro- \nnouncing concihatory  doctrines,  in  inculcating  liberal  and  independent \nsentiments,  and  recommending  a  just  and  wise  system  of  policy.\" \n\nUnlike  his  eminent  brother,  John  L,  he  was  a  repubhcan  of  the \nDemocratic  school.  He  is  a  member  of  the  New  England  Historical \nSociety.  He  is  a  gentleman  of  polished  manners  and  truly  estimable \nreputation,  and  the  honored  brother  of  WilUam  and  Richard  Sullivan, \nof  this  State. \n\n\nASHUR    WARE. \n\nJULY  4,  181C.    FOR   THE    WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Sherburne,  and  son  of  Joseph  Ware,  a  respectable \nfarmer,  and  born  in  1783.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in \n1804,  at  which  time  he  took  part  in  a  forensic  disputation,  Whether \nthe  law  of  nature  be  equally  applicable  to  individuals  and  nations. \nHe  was  a  tutor  at  Cambridge  from  1807  to  1811,  and  professor  of \nGreek  from  that  period  to  1815.  He  was  an  attorney-at-law  in  Bos- \nton, 1816,  and  an  editor  of  the  Boston  Yankee,  in  company  with \nHenry  Orne.  In  1817  Mr.  Ware  removed  to  Portland,  and  deliv- \nered another  oration  on  our  national  independence,  in  that  town.  In \n1820  he  was  elected  a  member  of  the  corporation  of  Bowdoin  College, \nwliich  he  occupied  until  1844.  In  1834  he  was  president  of  the \nPortland  Athenajum,  and  was  an  officer  of  the  Maine  Historical \nSociety.  He  has  been  many  years,  from  1822,  Judge  of  the  U.  S. \nDistrict  Court  of  Maine.  In  1830  Judge  Ware  married  Sarah  Mor- \n<Tridge,  and  has  one  son  at  college.  In  1839  he  published  Reports  of \nCases  argued  and  determined  in  the  District  Court  of  the  United \nStates  for  the  District  of  Maine,  from  1822  to  1839,  printed  at  Port- \n\n\nASHUR  WARE.  383 \n\nland.     This  is  a  work  of  great  legal  learning.     Judge  Ware  was  the \nfirst  Secretary  of  State  for  Maine,  on  its  separation,  in  1820. \n\nJudge  Ware,  in  early  life,  entered  the  field  of  democracy,  and \nwarmly  espoused  its  cause.  His  brilliant  talents,  displayed  in  the  two \norations,  show  him  a  devoted  champion  for  the  war  with  Great  Britain, \nand  a  decided  opponent  to  the  Hartford  Convention.  They  are  valua- \nble records  of  the  party  feehng  of  the  day.  He  said  of  Samuel  Dex- \nter, that  he  indignantly  frowned  on  all  attempts  to  impair  the  constitu- \ntion, or  sever  the  Union.  We  do  not  believe  the  judge  indulges,  after \nan  experience  of  thirty  years,  views  like  the  following,  extracted  from \nthe  Portland  oration:  \"Mr.  Ames,  the  oracle  of  our  aristocratic \njunto,  feelingly  lamented  that  we  had  not  in  this  country  the  materials \nfor  establishing  a  monarchy  similar  to  that  of  England.  We  had  no \nold  and  great  families  Avho  were  looked  up  to  with  that  submissive  rev- \nerence Avhich  is  inspired  by  the  inherited  greatness,  the  family  pictures, \nif  I  may  so  remark,  of  ancient  nobility.  But  the  times  are  much \nimproved  since  he  wrote.  All  difficulties  vanished  before  the  enter- \nprising geniuses  of  1814.  This  man  will  surely  make  a  very  good \nDuke  of  Norfolk,  and  here  is  an  Earl  of  Essex  waiting  for  his  patent \nof  nobility.  A  hopeful  train  of  titled  great  could  be  quickly  formed. \nBut  for  the  king !  Who  shall  we  clothe  with  the  awful  robes  of  maj- \nesty ?  Where  shall  we  find  the  subhmity  of  genius  and  the  transcend- \nent dignity  that  is  worthy  to  be  encircled  by  the  glories  of  the  crown  '!■ \nNothing  so  easy.  It  is  a  maxim  of  the  British  constitution,  which  is \nour  model,  that  a  pasteboard  king  is  the  best  of  all  possible  monarchs  ; \nand  so  we  will  crown  —  the  sage  of  Northampton  !  Queen  Mab  was \nbusy  at  her  fairy  work.  Mitres  and  diadems,  and  stars  and  ribbons, \nwere  dancing  before  the  eager  imaginations  of  these  titled  dreamers. \nBut  the  angel  of  Peace  arrived,  and  the  air-drawn  phantoms  of  the \nfairies  vanished  before  the  wand  of  the  powerful  enchanter.  The \nexhilarating  visions  of  a  heated  fancy,  the  '  thrones  and  dominions  and \nprincedoms,'  the  stars  and  diadems  and  mitres,  just  as  the  pilgrims \narrived  at  the  wicket  of  their  political  heaven,  were  taken  by  this  rude \n\ncross  wind,  and, \n\n\"  UpwhMed  aloft, \nFlew  o'er  the  backside  of  the  ■world  for  off. \nInto  a  limbo  large  and  broad,\" \n\nthe  ancient  receptacle  of  all  the  abortive  and  unfinished  works  of \nnature,  and  all  the  multiformed  follies  of  men,  of  politician's  dreams, \n\n\n884  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   0KAT0R3. \n\nand  lover's  sighs,  and  Pope's  indulgences,  yclept  in  olden  time  the \n'  Paradise  of  fools.'  And  there  may  the  sparkling  glories  of  the  New \nEngland  monarchy,  the  crosses  and  coronets,  that  charmed  the  waking \nand  sleeping  fancies  of  our  political  regenerator,  slumber  in  undis- \nturbed repose,  with  the  cowls  and  hoods,  the  relics  and  rosaries,  of \nreligious  delirium,  till  the  day  of  the  general  resurrection ; \"  and  in \nanother  passage  of  like  satirical  vein.  Gov.  Strong  is  alluded  to  as  our \ninvincible  Washington,  in  frowning  majesty,  curbing  his  impetuous \nsteed,  at  the  head  of  his  Northampton  chivalry.  His  very  name  was  a \ntower  of  strength,  and  of  whom  Paine  thus  emphasizes  in  Rule  New \n\nEngland  : \n\n\"  Old  Massachusetts'  hundred  hills, \n\nAwake,  and  chant  the  matin  song  ! \nA  realm's  acclaim  the  welkin  fills,  — \nThe  Federal  sun  returns  with  Strong.\" \n\nAs  an  offset  to  the  insinuations  on  the  \"good  Duke  of  Norfolk,\" \n—  meaning,  we  presume,  Fisher  Ames, —  we  will  quote  a  sentence  from \nhis  eulogy  on  Washington,  that  \"government  was  administered  with  such \nintegrity  without  mystery,  and  in  so  prosperous  a  course,  that  it  seemed \nwholly  employed  in  acts  of  beneficence;\"  and  this  was  an  opinion \nformed  after  being  in  Congress  during  the  entire  administration  of \nWashington.  A  royalist  would  not  say  this ;  and  Samuel  Dexter,  the \ngreat  political  rival  of  Fisher  Ames,  pronounced  the  eulogy  over  his \nunburied  remains. \n\n\nEDWARD  TYRRELL  CHANNING. \n\nJULY  4,  1817.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Newport,  R.  I,  Dec.  12,  1790.  He  received  at \nHarvard  College,  in  1819,  the  degree  of  A.  M. ;  was  the  orator  for \nthe  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society  in  1818 ;  became  a  counsellor-at-law, \nand  married  Henrietta  A.  S.,  daughter  of  William  Ellery,  Esq.,  of \nNewport,  April,  1826 ;  has  been  the  Boylston  Professor  of  Rhetoric \nand  Oratory  ever  since  1819.  At  that  period  he  became  editor  of  the \nNorth  American  Review.     The  oration  delivered  in  1817  was  pro- \n\n\nFEANCIS   GALLEY   GRAY.  885 \n\nnounced  in  the  presence  of  President  Monroe,  who  was  then  on  a  tour \nthrough  New  England.  He  was  author  of  the  ]\\Iemoir  of  William \nEllery,  one  of  the  signers  of  the  Declaration  of  Independence,  of  whom \nDr.  Allen  states  that  he  died  while  he  was  reading  Tully's  Offices,  in \nLatin.  The  Rev.  WiUiam  E.  Channing  has  characterized  his  brother \nEdward  as  \"  the  antiquary  of  the  family.\" \n\nProfessor  Channing  resigned  his  office  at  the  close  of  the  academic \nyear,  in  1851,  and  was  one  of  the  oldest  of  the  faculty  at  that  period. \nThe  influence  he  has  exercised,  in  forming  and  cultivating  the  taste  of \nso  many  successive  classes,  has  been  surpassed  by  no  one,  probably, \never  connected  with  the  college.  He  is  himself  a  writer  of  a  vigorous \nand  singularly  pure  English  style.  His  taste  is  severe,  and  his  crit- \nical perception  keen.  The  contributions  of  Mr.  Channing,  at  two  long \nintervals,  in  the  North  American  and  other  periodicals,  and  the  admi- \nrable lectures  dehvered  to  his  classes,  have  impressed  the  public,  both \nin  and  out  of  the  college  walls,  with  his  rare  powers  as  both  writer  and \ncritic.  One  of  the  most  useful  of  his  duties,  and  at  the  same  time  the \nmost  laborious  and  wearisome,  has  been  the  reading  and  correctincr  the \nThemes  of  the  students.  Perhaps  in  this  way,  quiet  and  unostenta- \ntious though  it  has  been,  his  power  has  been  most  genially  and  per- \nmanently felt. \n\n\nFRANCIS   GALLEY   GRAY. \n\nJULY  4,  1818.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nFrancis  Calley  Gray  was  born  at  Salem.  He  was  a  son  of \nLieutenant-governor  William  Gray ;  received  his  preliminary  education \nunder  the  care  of  William  Bigelow  and  Jacob  Knapp,  and  graduated  at \nHarvard  College  in  1809,  on  which  occasion  he  gave  an  oration  in  Eng- \nlish. He  was  a  private  secretary  of  Hon.  John  Quincy  Adams,  in \nthe  mission  to  Russia.  He  read  law  with  Hon.  Judge  Prescott,  and \nbecame  a  counsellor  at  Suffolk  bar.  He  has  been  a  representative,  a \nsenator,  and  a  member  of  the  Governor's  Council.  He  was  a  presi- \ndent of  the  Boston  Athenaeum:  a  member  of  the  Academy  of  Arts  and \nSciences,  and  corresponding  secretary ;  a  trustee  of  the  State  Lunatic \n33 \n\n\n386  THE  HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nHospital,  at  Worcester,  on  its  establishment;  a  trustee,  also,  of  the \nMassachusetts  General  Hospital,  at  Boston,  and  a  Fellow  of  Harvard \nCollege  from  1826  to  1836. \n\nMr.  Gray  is  one  of  the  most  accomplished  literary  writers  among \nus,  and  was  an  early  contributor  to  the  North  American  Review.     His \nperformance  delivered  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society,  at  Cambridge, \nin  the  year  1816,  was  printed  in  the  third  volume  of  that  periodical. \nThe  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article  is  one  of  the  best  productions  in \nthe  whole  range  of  Boston  oratory.     In  the  year  1832  Mr.  Gray  pro- \nnounced a  centennial  oration  on  the  birth  of  Washington,  in  the  pres- \nence of  the  State  authorities,  in  which  he  felicitously  characterized  the \nmind  of  Washington  as  of  \"exact  proportions,  and  severe  simplicity, \nwithout  a  fault  for  censure,  an  extravagance  for  ridicule,  or  a  blemish \nfor  regret.\"     Mr.  Gray  has  somewhat  devoted  his  mind  to  antiquarian \npursuits.     He  is  a  devoted  member  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical \nSociety,  and  has  been  an  editor  of  several  volumes  of  its  published  col- \nlections.    He  was  the  author  of  Remarks  on  the  Early  Laws  of  Mas- \nsachusetts Bay ;  and  was  editor  of  the  Code  of  1641,  known  as  the  Body \nof  Liberties,  both  of  which  are  printed  in  the  collections  of  this  society. \nOne  of  the  productions  of  Mr.  Gray,  which  indicates  the  greatest  tal- \nent, is  the  treatise  entitled  '•  Prison  Discipline  in  America,\"  the  basis \nof  which  comprises  the  arguments  advanced  by  himself  at  the  animated \ndiscussion  on  Prison  Discipline  Reform  which  occurred  during  a  period \nof  seven  adjourned  meetings,  in  the  Tremont  Temple,  in  the  summer \nof  1847.     Mr.  Gray  was  a  vice-president  of  the  Prison  Discipline \nSociety,  and  had  been  several  years  chairman  of  the  board  of  direct- \nors of  the  state-prison  at  Charlestown.     He  was  a  decided  supporter \nof  the  social  system  of  associated  labor,  an  object  of  philanthropy  to \nwhich  he  was  tenaciously  devoted,  that  has  long  prevailed  in  our  state- \nprison.     An  admirable  portrait  of  Mr.  Gray,  by  Alexander,  is  in  the \nfamily. \n\nIn  an  oration  of  Mr.  Gray,  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society  of \nBrown  University,  delivered  in  1842,  in  which  he  states  that  the  gen- \neration now  rising  into  active  life  in  America  is  destined  to  exert  a \ngreat  influence,  not  only  on  the  fortunes  of  our  country,  but  of  the \nwhole  human  race,  he  points  out  the  dangers  and  duties  of  the  people. \nWe  find  the  following  ingenious  argument,  in  this  excellent  performance, \nin  relation  to  the  ability  of  the  United  States  to  sustain  its  political \n\nfreedom.     \"  The  question  which  the  statesmen  of  Europe  wish  to  have \n\n\nFRANCIS  GALLEY  GEAY.  387 \n\nsettled  is  this,\"  says  Mr.  Gray;  \"whether  a  nation,  extensive,  popu- \nlous, and  wealthy  enough  to  defend  itself,  unaided,  against  all  aggres- \nsion, and  maintain  its  fleets  and  armies  without  summoning  its  citizens, \non  every  alarm  of  war,  from  their  daily  occupations  and  their  firesides, \nto  the  field,  thus  letting  the  mere  sound  of  the  trumpet  interrupt  all  the \npursuits  of  peace, —  to  make  all  the  internal  improvements  which  mod- \nern science  is  perpetually  suggesting, —  to  establish  the  division  of \nlabor,  and  the  competition  for  success  in  every  pursuit,  essential  to  the \nperfection  of  the  useful  arts, —  to  promote  the  cultivation  of  science \nand  literature,  and  supply  the  innumerable  wants  of  civilized  life, — \nwhether  such  a  nation  be  capable  of  maintaining  a  system  of  govern- \nment, under  which  the  citizens  possess  equal  rights  and  equal  political \npower,  without  a  degree  of  anarchy  as  intolerable  as  despotism  itself. \n\n\"Where  else  in  the  world  can  they  look  for  the  solution  of  the  ques- \ntion, but  to  this  country,  where  only  the  elements  of  the  problem  are \nfound  united  ]  Already  its  population  has  so  increased  that  it  is  sur- \npassed in  this  respect  by  only  four  European  nations ;  and,  at  the  end \nof  the  period  we  now  contemplate,  if  the  rate  of  increase  be  the  same \nas  hitherto  on  both  sides  of  the  Atlantic,  it  will  be  equalled  by  none \nbut  the  gigantic  empire  of  Russia.  Without  meaning  to  dwell  on  this \npoint,  there  is  one  light  in  which  I  would  present  it  to  you,  somewhat \nstriking.  So  rapid  has  been  our  increase,  that  the  number  of  persons \nof  European  descent  now  living  on  the  surface  of  these  United  States \nis  greater  than  the  whole  aggregate  number  of  the  dead,  of  all  genera- \ntions, of  the  same  race,  that  lie  buried  beneath  it.  Surprising  as  this \nmay  seem,  it  is  capable  of  mathematical  demonstration,  and  this  in  a \nform  so  simple  that  I  will  venture  to  state  it  even  here.  Taking  a  gen- \neration to  be  the  period  during  which  as  many  persons  die  as  existed \nat  its  commencement,  and  supposing  the  population  to  be  exactly  doubled \nin  the  period  of  a  single  generation;  begin  your  settlement  with  one \nthousand  inhabitants.  At  the  end  of  the  first  generation,  you  have  one \nthousand  dead  and  two  thousand  living.  At  the  end  of  the  second  gen- \neration, you  add  the  same  number  —  two  thousand  —  to  both,  making \nthree  thousand  dead  and  four  thousand  living,  which  last  number  you \nadd  to  both  at  the  end  of  the  third  generation  ;  and,  as  you  add  at  the \nend  of  each  generation  the  same  number, —  that  is,  the  number  living \nat  its  commencement, —  both  to  the  dead  and  to  the  living,  the  diflfer- \nence  between  them  will  always  remain  the  same,  and  the  living  will \nalways  exceed  the  dead  by  the  number  with  which  you  began.     Now, \n\n\n388  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthis  is  on  the  supposition  that  the  population  exactly  doubles  in  the \nperiod  of  one  generation.  But  our  population  is  found  to  increase \nmuch  faster.  It  doubles  in  less  than  twenty-four  years,  and  has  done \nso  from  the  beginning ;  so  that,  in  fact,  the  number  of  the  living  far \n—  very  far  —  exceeds  the  whole  mighty  congregation  of  the  dead.  As \nlong  as  the  same  rate  of  increase  shall  continue, —  and  nothing  has \nhitherto  checked  it, —  this  will  always  be  so ;  and  the  child  that  opens \nits  eyes  to  the  light  this  day,  and  lives  to  see  old  age,  will  close  them \non  an  empire  of  one  hundred  and  seventy  millions  of  people.  Should \nour  institutions,  therefore,  be  henceforth  successfully  administered,  it \nwill  no  longer  be  objected  that  the  population  is  too  small  for  a  satis- \nfactory experiment.\" \n\n\nFRANKLIN  DEXTER. \n\nJULY  4,  1819.    FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"The  colonists  became  independent,\"  says  Mr.  Dexter,  \"because \nthey  had  always  been  free ;  for  it  is  only-  by  the  long  enjoyment  of \nliberty  that  men  could  be  formed, — for  a  contest  of  liberty  Avas  their \nruling  passion ;  —  and,  though  they  disclaimed  any  wish  to  be  inde- \npendent until  they  solemnly  declared  themselves  so,  they  were  always \nactuated  by  a  spirit  that  could  not  leave  them  long  dependent  on  a  for- \neign power.  It  was  a  clear  understanding  of  the  principles  of  civil \nliberty,  and  an  ardent  attachment  to  it,  that  were  the  sole  and  consist- \nent causes  of  the  Revolution.  Not  the  mere  impatience  of  oppression \nthat  sometimes  wakes  even  a  degraded  people  to  resistance,  to  avenge \ntheir  wrongs,  rather  than  to  assert  their  rights, —  which  groans  and \nstruggles  in  confinement,  till  there  is  no  longer  anything  to  be  lost, \nand  then  breaks  out  in  violence  and  uproar, —  not  to  change  the  gov- \nernment, but  to  annihilate  it ;  not  to  redress  the  evils  of  society,  but \nto  sweep  away  society  itself.  We  have  seen  such  a  revolution,  and  we \nmay  be  proud  that  ours  had  nothing  in  common  with  it.  We  have \nseen  a  great  nation  shaken  to  its  foundations,  and  bursting  like  a  vol- \ncano, only  to  shower  do-wn  destruction  itself, —  leaving  its  colossal  form \ndark,  bare  and  blasted,  with  no  grandeur  but  its  terrors.  Such  was \nnot  our  Revolution ;  but,  like  the  fire  in  our  own  forests,  not  scattered \n\n\nFRANKLIN   DEXTER.  389 \n\nby  the  hand  of  accident  or  fury,  but  deliberately  to  the  root  of  the \ngrowth  of  ages,  which  tottered  and  fell  before  it,  only  that  from  its \nashes  might  rise  a  new  creation,  when  all  was  green  and  fair  and  flour- \nishing. The  world  has  learned,  by  these  experiments,  that  civil  liberty \nis  not  a  mushroom,  that  grows  up  in  a  night  from  the  fallen,  rotten \ntrunk  of  despotism ;  but  a  hardy  plant,  that  strikes  deep,  in  a  sound \nsoil,  and  slowly  gathers  strength  with  years,  till  oppression  withers  in \nits  shadow.  Our  present  situation  is  a  living  proof  of  the  difference \nof  the  two  events.  Liberty  never  yet  was  the  work  of  an  outraged \nand  incensed  populace, —  as  well  might  a  whirlwind  plant  a  para- \ndise!  \" \n\nFranklin  Dexter  was  born  in  Charlestown,  and  was  son  of  Samuel \nDexter,  the  profound  civiHan  and  famous  orator, — of  whom  Callender \nunjustly  said  that  '•  he  has  a  great  deal  of  that  kind  of  eloquence  which \nstruts  around  the  heart,  without  ever  entering  it,\" — and  was  a  warm \nadvocate  of  the  war  with  Great  Britain.     Samuel  Dexter  and  The- \nophilus  Parsons  were  at  one  time  against  each  other  in  the  court  at \nDedham.     Rufus  Green  Amory  had  hunted  up  all  the  authorities,  and \nplaced  a  mark  at  each.     Mr.  Dexter  requested  his  attorney  to  take  a \nseat  beside  him,  and  hand  the  authorities  as  he  wished  them,  which \nafforded   the   best   possible  opportunity  of   hearing  every  word  that \nescaped  the  lips  of  that  great  man.     Placing  one  foot  upon  a  chair,  and \nfolding  his  arms  across  his  breast,  Mr.  Dexter  began  ;  and  such  a  stream \nof  reasoning,  without  noise  and  without  effort,  as  he  poured  out  for  four \nhours,  one  never  heard  before ;  it  was  like  pouring  water  from  a  flask. \nParsons  made  several  attempts  to  interrupt  him.     At  last,  Mr.  Dexter \nturned  to  him  and  said :  \"  Mr.  Parsons,  if  you  have  an  overflow  of  wit, \nhave  the  goodness  to  reserve  it  for  the  close  ;  you  have  already  driven \nseveral  ideas  out  of  my  head.\"     The  Chief  Justice,  Dana,  remarked, \n''  Never  mind,  Mr.  Dexter ;   if  he  should  deprive  you  of  as  many  more, \nyou  would  still  have  enough  left  for  Mr.  Parsons.\"     Mr.  Dexter  was \naccustomed  to  pursue  his  studies  in  the  evening,  without  the  use  of  a \nlamp,  often  till  towards  eleven  o'clock ;  and  so  absorbed  was  his  mind \nthat  he  would  quit  his  office  without  locking  the  door,  and  his  landlord, \nthe  bookseller  on  the  lower  floor,  often  found  it  necessary  to  wait  until \nMr.  Dexter  left  the  oflice,  in  order  to  make  it  secure  for  the  night. \nSamuel  Dexter  is  said  to  have  written  a  condensed  analysis  of  the  evi- \ndences of  Christianity,  which  is  one  of  the  most  conclusive  arguments \never  written  by  a  civihan. \n33* \n\n\n390  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nFranklin  Dexter  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1812,  on  wliicli \noccasion  he  took  part  in  the  discussion,  whether  extensiveness  of  terri- \ntory be  favorable  to  the  preservation  of  a  republican  government.  He \nis  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  married  Catharine  Elizabeth,  a  daughter  of \nHon.  William  Prescott.  He  was  a  member  of  the  city  Council  in \n1825  ;  was  commander  of  the  New  England  Guards,  a  representative \nand  senator  in  the  State  Legislature,  and  the  United  States  District \nAttorney  for  Massachusetts. \n\nWhen,  in  July,  1841,  the  venerable  Judge  Davis  resigned  the \njudicial  station,  Mr.  Dexter  was  requested,  by  the  members  of  the \nSuffolk  bar.  to  make  known  to  him  their  high  sense  of  respect  and \nveneration;  and  he  performed  the  duty  with  felicitous  grace,  in  highly \neffective  terms.  \"It  can  rarely  happen,\"  said  he,  \"that  a  judge \nwho  is  called  upon  to  decide  so  many  delicate  and  important  questions \nof  property  and  personal  right  should  have  so  entirely  escaped  all \nimputation  of  prejudice  or  passion,  and  should  have  found  so  general \nan  acquiescence  in  his  results.  Our  filial  respect  and  affection  for  your- \nself have  constantly  increased  with  increasing  years ;  and,  while  we \nacknowledge  your  right  to  seek  the  repose  of  private  Ufe,  we  feel  that \nyour  retirement  is,  not  less  than  it  ever  would  have  been,  a  loss  to  the \nprofession  and  the  public.  May  you  live  long  and  happily, —  as  long \nas  life  shall  continue  to  be  a  blessing  to  you,  and  so  long  will  that  life \nbe  a  blessing  to  your  friends  and  society.\" \n\nMr.  Dexter  has  been  an  eminent  pleader  at  the  bar ;  and  the  ingenu- \nity with  which  he  contended  against  the  searching  Webster,  in  the  trial \nof  the  Knapps  for  the  murder  of  White,  is  in  the  memory  of  many. \nPossessing  brilliant  talents  and  strong  reasoning  powers,  Mr.  Dexter \nwould  have  risen  to  elevated  public  life,  had  he  not  retired  to  the  enjoy- \nment of  literary  ease.  The  beautiful  criticism  on  landscape  painting, \nfrom  his  polished  hand,  extending  through  thirty-five  pages  of  the \nNorth  American  Review,  in  which  he  discerns  no  reason  why  painters \nshould  not  arise  in  our  day  to  surpass  all  that  was  effected  by  Claude, \nGaspar,  or  Salvator,  and  expresses  the  decided  opinion  that  he  has \nseen  no  landscapes  painted  since  the  days  of  Titian  superior  to  those  of \nAllston,  indicate  him  to  be  as  tasteful  in  the  fine  arts  as  he  has  been \nprofound  in  legal  learning.  We  are  of  opinion  that  we  neither  over- \nstate, nor  exaggerate,  in  the  remark  that  Mr.  Dexter  has  been  one  of  the \nmost  acute,  logical  reasoners  at  the  Suffolk  bar,  and  but  few  competitors \nfelt  safe  in  an  argument  with  him. \n\n\nSAMUEL  ADAMS  WELLS. —  THEODORE  LYMAN.  391 \n\nSAMUEL  ADAMS  WELLS. \n\nJULY  4,  1819.     FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  a  son  of  Thomas  Wells,  who  married  Hannah,  daughter  of \nGov.  Samuel  Adams.  He  was  president  of  the  Atlas  Insurance  Com- \npany, and  married  ISIargaret  Gibbs.  Mr.  Wells  was  a  tenacious  advo- \ncate of  the  Democratic  party,  and  prepared  Memoirs  of  the  Life  and \nCorrespondence  of  Gov.  Samuel  Adams,  his  grandfather,  comprising \nthree  volumes  in  manuscript,  which  it  is  said  were  disposed  of  to  George \nBancroft,  the  historian.  This  is  to  be  regarded  as  a  public  calamity, \nunless  the  purchaser  should  cause  it  to  be  printed.  Whitcomb  said  of \nour  American  Cato, \n\n\"  Eclipsed  by  merit,  rivals  all  submit, \nLaying  their  withered  laurels  at  thy  feet.\" \n\nMr.  Wells  was  the  corresponding  secretary  of  the  Republican  Insti- \ntution, originated  at  the  dwelling-house  of  Mr.  Ebenezer  Clough,  Nov. \n16,  1818.  Gen.  Henry  Dearborn  was  its  first  president.  Its  annual \nmeetings  occur  on  the  4th  of  March.  It  was  incorporated  Feb.  18, \n1819.  The  late  Hon.  James  Lloyd  founded  a  political  library  for  this \nimportant  engine  of  the  party.    : \n\nIn  1820,  Mr.  Wells  was  a  delegate  to  the  Massachusetts  convention \nfor  revising  the  State  constitution,  and  engaged  in  public  debate.  At \nthe  town-meeting  in  Faneuil  Hall,  Jan  2,  1822,  on  the  subject  of  a \ncity  charter  of  Boston,  Mr.  Wells  moved  that  the  word  city  be  stricken \nout,  and  the  word  town  be  inserted,  as  a  substitute.  He  died  Aug. \n12,  1840. \n\n\nTHEODORE   LYMAN. \n\nJULY  4,  1820.    FOR  THE  TOWN   AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  in  Boston,  Feb.  22,  1792.  Rev.  Joseph  S.  Buckminster \nwas  his  private  teacher,  at  Waltham ;  entered  Exeter  Academy  in \n1804 ;  was  a  graduate  at  Harvard  College  in  1810,  became  a  mer- \n\n\n392  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nchant,  and  married  Mary  E.  Henderson  in  1820,  by  whom  he  had \nTheodore  and  Cora.  He  was  a  representative  in  1825,  and  in  1824  a \nsenator,  in  the  State  Legislature.  He  engaged  in  mihtary  life ;  was, \nin  1821,  the  lieutenant  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Com- \npany, an  aid-de-camp  to  Gov.  Brooks,  and  brigadier-general  of  the \nBoston  militia.  He  was  Mayor  of  Boston  in  1834  and  '35,  a  period \nin  the  history  of  the  city  stained  by  the  spirit  of  insubordination,  and \nthe  dark  hues  of  intolerance.  This  will  ever  be  remembered  as  the \ntime  when  the  disgraceful  Garrison  riot,  and  the  destruction  of  the \nUrsuline  Convent,  disturbed  the  peace  of  the  old  metropolis  of  the  Bay \nState.  Gen.  Lyman  was  the  author  of  Diplomacy  of  the  United \nStates  with  Foreign  Nations,  2  vols.  8vo.,  1826 ;  The  Political  State \nof  Italy,  8vo.,  1820 ;  Three  Weeks  in  Paris, — the  result  of  his  visit  to \nFrance ;  and  an  account  of  the  Hartford  Convention,  addressed  to  the \nfair-minded  and  well-disposed,  favoring  the  motives  of  that  body,  pub- \nlished in  1823.  He  was  president  of  the  Prison  Discipline  Society; \nwas  president  of  the  Farm  School  three  years,  and  a  member  of  the \nMassachusetts  Historical  and  the  New  England  Genealogic  Historical \nsocieties. \n\nOur  own  city  of  Boston  has  never  been  honored  with  a  more \nmunificent  native  citizen  than  was  Mayor  Lyman,  for  the  last  half-cen- \ntury ;  besides  his  private  charities  to  the  suffering  children  of  abject \npoverty.     It  was  said  of  Lyman, \n\n\"He  is  gracious  if  he  be  observed  ; \nHe  hath  a  tear  for  pity,  and  a  hand \nOpen  as  day  for  melting  charity.\" \n\nMayor  Lyman,  on  the  foundation  of  the  State  Keform  School,  at \nWestboro',  which  he  originated,  was  the  secret  donor  of  twenty-two \nthousand  dollars  to  this  institution, —  a  secret  not  publicly  disclosed \nuntil  after  his  decease ;  and  by  his  last  will  he  bequeathed  fifty  thou- \nsand dollars  to  the  same  institution,  in  addition  to  his  previous  gifts. \nHe  bequeathed  ten  thousand  dollars  to  the  Boston  Farm  School,  which \nhad  previously  received  his  gifts,  and  ten  thousand  dollars  to  the \nMassachusetts  Horticultural  Society.  He  died  at  Brookline,  July \n17,  1849. \n\n\nHENRY   ORNE. —  CHARLES   GREELT  LORING.  393 \n\nHENRY  ORNE. \n\nJULY  4,  1820.     FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Marblehead,  and  married  Frances  Boyd,  daughter  of \nWilliam  Little,  of  Boston.  He  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in \n1812;  was  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  married,  a  second  time,  Sempronia, \nthe  sister  of  his  first  wife ;  was  an  appraiser  of  the  Boston  customs, \nand  one  of  the  committee  on  the  city  charter.  He  was  a  judge  of  the \nPolice  Court,  and  of  the  city  Council  in  1822. \n\nCol.  Orne  was  a  leader  of  the  Democratic  party,  and  a  ready  writer. \nHe  was  an  editor  of  the  Boston  Yankee,  and  a  liberal  contributor  to \nthe  Boston  Statesman.  He  was  the  author  of  the  Letters  of  Colum- \nbus, originally  pubhshed  in  the  Boston  Bulletin,  to  which  are  added \ntwo  letters  to  Gen.  Duff  Green,  in  1829.  They  are  valuable  as \nunfolding  the  differences  of  the  Jackson  party.  Col.  Orne  finally \nremoved  to  Oxford,  Me.     He  was  a  warm-hearted  and  patriotic  man. \n\n\nCHARLES   GREELY  LORING. \n\nJULY  4,  1821.     FOR  THE  TOWN  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  last  of  the  orators  for  the  town  authorities,  of  whose  perform- \nance an  eminent  politician,  the  late  Dr.  William  Ingalls,  remarked, \nthat  it  was  the  only  oration  on  our  national  independence,  that  he  had \never  heard,  which  had  a  beginning,  a  middle,  or  an  end.  In  alluding \nto  the  result  of  the  convention  for  revising  the  State  constitution, \nMr.  Loring  remarks  that  it  \"affords  convincing  proof  of  the  stability \nof  a  government  which  they  so  impressively  proclaim  to  be  founded \non  the  affections  and  confidence  of  its  citizens.  Let  the  advocate  of \nthe  degrading  maxim,  that  man  is  incapable  of  self-government,  con- \ntemplate the  scene  of  moral  grandeur  which  this  event  unfolds ;  let \nhim  behold  the  reverence  and  affection  with  which  the  numerous  del- \negates of  a  free  people  approach  the  institutions  of  their  ancestors, \nto  effect  those  alterations  which  a  change  of  pohtical  situation  had \nrendered  essential ;  let  him  observe  the  impressive  sense  of  respons- \n\n\n394  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nibility,  the  unity  of  design,  the  solemn  earnestness,  which  pervade  their \ndeliberations,  the  dignified  and  manly  deference  with  which  prejudices \nand  preconceived  opinions  ai-e  yielded  to  the  force  of  truth  and  reason, \nand  the  feelings  which  prompt  a  voluntary  and  simultaneous  homage \nto  that  revered  patriot  [John  Adams]  who  happily  remains  to  see,  in \nthe  pride  of  its  strength,  the  temple  he  assisted  to  raise  ;  let  him  view, \nin  the  result  of  their  labors,  a  confirmation  of  all  the  essential  princi- \nples of  our  constitution ;  and.  following  them  to  their  homes,  let  him \nsee  them  diffusing  an  increased  love  and  veneration  for  the  institutions \nof  our  country,  without  carrying  with  them  a  feeling  of  party  ani- \nmosity, or  local  jealousy,  to  disturb  the  tranquillity  of  the  republic. \nLet  him  look  still  further,  and  contemplate  the  submission  of  the  rec- \nommendations of  these  delegates  to  the  decision  of  their  constituents ; \nand,  instead  of  the  eagerness  for  change,  characteristic  of  every  other \nthan  a  free  people,  let  him  view  our  fellow-citizens  rejecting  most  of \nthe  proposed  amendments,  clinging  with  fond  veneration  to  the  institu- \ntions of  their  fathers,  scarce  willing  to  touch,  even  with  a  sparing \nhand,  the  edifice  in  which  they  had  so  happily  and  securely  dwelt, — \nand  then  let  him  renounce  a  doctrine  so  insulting  to  our  race  and  to \nGod !  \" \n\nCharles  Greely,  a  son  of  Hon.  Caleb  Loring,  was  born  in  Boston, \nMay  2,  1794 ;  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1804,  and  graduated  at \nHarvard  College  in  1812,  when  he  pronounced  the  salutatory  oration \nin  Latin;  and,  at  an  exhibition,  he  gave  an  oration  on  \"  De  literis \nRomanis.\"  He  read  law  in  Boston  with  the  Hon.  Charles  Jackson \nand  the  Hon.  Samuel  Hubbard ;  and  at  Litchfield,  in  1813,  under \nHon.  Judges  Reeve  and  Gould,  of  the  latter  of  whom  Mr.  Loring  once \nremarked:  \"The  recollection  is  as  fresh  as  the  events  of  yesterday, \nof  our  passing  along  the  broad  shaded  streets  of  one  of  the  most  beau- \ntiful of  the  villages  of  New  England,  with  our  inkstands  in  our  hands, \nand  our  portfolios  under  our  arms,  to  the  lecture-room  of  Judge  Gould, \n—  the  last  of  the  Romans,  of  Common  Law  lawyers  —  the  imperson- \nation of  its  genius  and  spirit.  It  was,  indeed,  in  his  eyes,  the  perfec- \ntion of  human  reason,  by  which  he  measured  not  only  every  principle \nand  rule  of  action,  but  almost  every  sentiment.  Why,  sir,  his  highest \nvisions  of  poetry  seemed  to  be  in  the  refinements  of  special  pleading ; \nand,  to  him,  a  7ion  sequitur  in  logic  was  an  offence  deserving,  at  the \nleast,  fine  and  imprisonment, —  and  a  repetition  of  it  transportation \nfor  life. ' '    Mr.  Loring  is  an  eminent  counsellor,  and  married  Anna  Pierce \n\n\nCHARLES   GREELY   LORING.  895 \n\nBrace,  in  1818.  His  second  wife  was  Mary  Ann,  a  daughter  of  Hon. \nJudge  Putnam,  formerly  of  Salem,  whom  he  married  in  1840.  His \nthird  wife  was  Mrs.  Cornelia  Amory  Goddard. \n\nThe  oflSce  of  Mr.  Loring  is  on  the  site  of  that  occupied  by  John \nAdams  in  1770.  In  1834  he  prepared  the  report  of  the  city  com- \nmittee on  the  destruction  of  the  Ursuhne  Convent,  proposing  an  indem- \nnity to  the  Roman  Catholics  for  that  outrage.  He  was  for  nearly \nfifteen  years  the  superintendent  of  the  Sabbath-school  of  Rev.  Dr. \nLowell's  religious  society,  and  has  been  one  of  the  corporation  of  Har- \nvard University  from  1838.  He  was  a  decided  friend  of  the  Mercan- \ntile Library  Association,  and  drafted  its  act  of  incorporation.  He \ndelivered  for  this  institution,  Feb.  26,  1845,  at  the  Odeon,  an  address \non  the  Relations  of  the  Bar  to  Society,  exhibiting  the  moral  and  polit- \nical influence  of  the  legal  profession.  Were  Shakspeare  now  living,  he \nwould  not  include  Mr.  Loring  in  the  malediction,  \"  The  first  thing  we \ndo,  let 's  kill  all  the  lawyers.\"  In  1847  Mr.  Loring  gave  an  effective \nspeech  in  the  Senate-chamber  in  favor  of  the  \"air-hne\"  railroad  route \nto  New  York,  in  contest  with  Mr.  Choate,  when  it  was  said  of  him \nthat  he  was  a  cool,  deliberate  speaker,  \"  with  great  concentrative  power \nand  logical  force,  while  Mr.  Choate  is  all  excitement,  wit,  and  imagina- \ntion.\" He  was  the  moderator  of  a  political  meeting  in  Faneuil  Hall,  Nov. \n7, 1845,  when  Webster  and  Winthrop  argued  on  the  Native  American \nabstraction,  and  was  president  of  the  Suffolk  Whig  Committee  at  that \nperiod.  In  1848  he  was  president  of  the  Webster  Whig  Club,  organ- \nized previous  to  the  nomination  of  Zachary  Taylor.  His  arguments \nfor  the  Eastern  Railroad,  Boston  and  Woonsocket  corporations,  have \nbeen  published. \n\nWhen  the  coalition  Legislature  of  1851  proposed  to  the  people  to \ncall  a  convention  for  an  alteration  of  the  State  constitution, —  which  was \ndecided  by  the  people  in  the  negative,  at  the  election  of  State  officers \nfor  the  year  ensuing, —  Mr.  Loring,  who  had  been  requested  to  speak \nat  a  public  meeting  in  Faneuil  Hall,  Nov.  7th,  of  that  period,  having \nengagements  beyond  his  control,  declined  the  invitation,  and  addressed \na  letter  to  the  county  committee,  from  which  we  make  extracts,  as  it  is \na  fragment  in  political  history  worthy  of  record : \n\n\"  The  only  pretence  of  right  to  change  the  constitution  in  the  man- \nner proposed,  which  I  have  seen  stated  or  heard  of,  is  the  assumed \nprinciple  that  the  majority  of  the  people  have  the  right,  at  any  time, \nand  in  any  manner  which  may  seem  meet  to  them,  to  change  their  form \n\n\n396  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  government ;  and  that  this  is  a  right  which  is  not  and  cannot  be \ncontrolled  by  any  constitutional  compact  or  provision.  The  obvious \nfallacy  of  which,  as  it  seems  to  me,  consists  in  confounding  the  orig- \ninal right  to  form  such  a  constitution  as  the  majority  might  elect  when \nentering  into  the  contract,  with  the  assumed  right  of  subsequently \nviolating  and  breaking  it  at  pleasure, —  forgetting  that,  in  morals  as \nwell  as  in  the  law,  although  it  may  be  optional  whether  or  not  to  enter \ninto  a  compact,  no  right  exists,  after  its  formation,  to  disregard  or  violate \nits  obligations. \n\n\"This  doctrine,  thus  boldly  announced  and  vindicated,  if  sound, \nleads  directly  and  obviously  to  the  conclusion,  that  the  whole  or  any \npart  of  our  present  constitution  or  feature  of  goverment  may  be \nchanged  at  pleasure,  by  a  mere  expression  of  the  will  of  a  majority  of \nthe  people,  however  announced  or  ascertained ;  and  that  a  despotism, \nan  aristocracy,  an  oligarchy,  or  a  pure  democracy,  in  which  every  citi- \nzen votes  upon  all  public  measures  and  appointments,  may  be  at  any \ntime  substituted  for  our  republican  form  of  government ;  and  that  these \nchanges  may  be  made  from  one  to  any  other,  whenever  and  as  often  as \nsuch  majority  may  see  fit  to  will  them.  And,  however  improbable  we \nmay  imagine  such  changes  to  be  under  existing  circumstances,  their \nmere  possibility  is  a  true  test  of  the  soundness  of  the  doctrine ;  and \ntheir  probability,  however  remote,  would  be  vastly  increased,  should  the \npublic  mind  become  demoralized  by  the  prevalence  of  such  an  opinion. \n\n\"  Under  the  existing  constitution,  and  the  powers  of  the  Legislature, \nwhich  are  wholly  derived  from  it,  I  perceive  no  more  right  in  the  Sen- \nate and  House  to  call  or  organize  a  convention  of  the  people  for  altering \nthe  constitution,  than  exists  in  any  other  body  of  individuals,  gathered \ntogether  for  any  other  purpose,  or  in  any  that  may  choose  to  unite  for \nthat  end.  And  any  attempt  at  such  alteration,  excepting  in  the  man- \nner provided  by  the  constitution  itself,  seems  to  me  nothing  short  of \nactual  revolution, —  it  being  in  principle  the  same  thing,  whether  such \nchange  be  made  by  force  of  arms,  or  by  any  other  action  of  the  major- \nity coercing  an  unwilhng  minority  into  a  surrender  of  their  constitu- \ntional rights. \n\n\"Our  national  constitution,  and  those  of  many,  if  not  of  all,  the  other \nStates,  contain  some  qualification  or  restriction  of  the  power  of  a  mere \nmajority  of  the  people  to  alter  their  provisions ;  and  are  intended  for \nthe  obvious  purpose,  among  others,  of  protecting  the  minority.  They \nare  restrictions  which  the  majority  have  agreed  to  impose  upon  them- \n\n\nCHARLES   GREELY   LORTNG.  397 \n\nselves  for  the  common  safety  of  all,  that  we  may  live  under  govern- \nments of  law,  and  not  of  men ;  and,  unless  they  are  sacredly  regarded \nand  obeyed,  there  can  be  no  such  thing  as  constitutional  liberty  or \nprotection ;  and  every  man  holds  his  life,  freedom  and  property,  upon \nno  safer  tenure  than  the  arbitrary  will  of  a  bare  majority  of  the  people, \nacting,  as  it  often  has  been,  and  often  again  may  be,  under  wild  delu- \nsion, or  the  influences  of  corrupt  factions.\" \n\nMr.  Loring  said  of  Hon.  Judge  Hubbard,  in  addressing  the  members \nof  the  Suffolk  bar,  on  his  decease,  that  he  had  the  pleasure  of  completing \nhis  studies  under  his  guidance,  and  entered  the  forensic  arena  under  his \nauspices,  as  his  associate  in  the  profession;  and  how  grateful  and \nrefreshing  will  ever  be  that  recollection  of  the  kind  manners,  the  hon- \nest love  of  truth,  and  gentleness  of  spirit,  with  which  he  exercised  his \nhigh  powers !  and,  in  directing  his  address  to  Chief  Justice  Shaw,  so \nlong  the  compeer  of  Judge  Hubbard,  he  described  them  both  as  the \nAchilles  and  Hector  of  the  forum. \n\nMr.  Loring  is  one  of  the  profoundest  advocates  of  the  Suffolk  bar, \nremarkable  for  persevering  energy, —  one  who  throws  his  whole  soul \nin  his  profession,  to  which  he  is  intensely  devoted,  and  of  whom  it \ncannot  be  said, \n\n•*  I  have  been  a  truant  in  the  law, \nAnd  never  yet  could  frame  my  will  to  it. \nAnd  therefore  frame  the  law  to  my  will.\" \n\nA  competitor  at  the  bar  thus  characterized  Mr.  Loring,  for  the  ear- \nnestness he  ever  infuses  into  his  arguments,  by  the  conviction  he  seems \nto  entertain,  for  the  occasion,  that  the  cause  he  happens  to  sustain  is \nfounded  in  truth  and  in  right,  whatever  that  cause  may  be.  \"Indeed, \nI  know,\"  continues  his  rival,  \"that  Mr.  Loring  would  not  engage  in \none,  unless  he  were  satisfied  that  it  had  two  honest  sides ;  and  whatever \nthat  cause  may  be,  I  know  that  my  friend  will  lend  his  whole  soul  to \nthe  work.  I  know  that  he  acquires  a  deep  conviction, —  or  something \nthat  passes  for  a  conviction  with  others,  and  probably  for  the  time  being \namounts  to  it  in  his  own  mind, —  that  there  will  be  great  injustice, \nalarming  injustice,  irretrievable  injustice,  unless  the  rights  of  his  cli- \nents, as  he  understands  them,  are  maintained.\"  His  faithfulness  to  his \ncause,  and  his  ability,  are  proverbial.  Mr.  Loring  is  a  member  of  the \nAmerican  Academy  of  Arts  and  Sciences,  and  of  the  New  England \nGenealogic  and  Historical  Society. \n34 \n\n\n398  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nGERRY   FAIRBANKS. \n\nJULY  4,  1821.     FOR  THE  WASHINGTON   SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Dedham,  in  1782 ;  was  a  hatter,  on  Washington-street, \nin  Boston,  and  one  of  the  directors  of  the  New  England  Society  for \nthe  promotion  of  Arts  and  Manufactures.  In  1822  Mr.  Fairbanks \nwas  one  of  the  petitioners  of  Boston  to  the  State  Legislature  for  a  city \ncharter.  In  1827  he  was  an  engineer  of  the  city  fire  department.  In \n1829  he  was  president  of  the  Boston  Debating  Society.  He  was  com- \nmander of  the  Independent  Fusileers,  and  colonel  of  the  Boston  regi- \nment. Col.  Fairbanks  married  Mary  Sumner.  He  was  an  amiable \nman,  of  great  public  spirit.     He  died  in  Boston,  December,  1829. \n\n\nJOHN   CHIPMAN  GRAY. \n\nJULY  4,  1822.    FOR  THE  CITY    AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Salem,  Dec.  26,  1793,  and  a  son  of  Lieutenant-gov- \nernor William  Gray.  He  married  Elizabeth  F.,  daughter  of  Samuel \nP.  Gardner,  Esq.,  of  Boston;  was  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  of  the  city \nCouncil  five  years,  from  1824;  and  was  eminent  for  his  financial  sagac- \nity when  in  the  municipal  government,  and  a  most  efficient  mem1)er. \nHe  has  been  a  representative,  a  senator,  and  of  the  executive  council. \nWhile  in  the  Legislature,  his  keen  eye  was  ever  watchful  for  the  inter- \nests of  his  constituents.  In  1821  Mr.  Gray  was  the  orator  for  the  Phi \nBeta  Kappa  Society.  In  1834  he  delivered  an  address  for  the  Massa- \nchusetts Horticultural  Society.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in \n1811,  on  which  occasion  his  subject  was  on  the  Diversity  of  Talents \namong  jNIankind ;  and,  on  an  exhibition  day,  his  part  was  an  essay  on \nthe  Efiect  of  the  Passion  for  Novelty  on  the  Character  of  English \nComposition. \n\nIn  the  oration  of  Mr.  Gray,  at  the  head  of  this  article,  which  is  a \npolished  model  from  the  marble  quarry,  we  find  a  passage  relating  to \n\n\nJOHN   CHIPMAN    GRAY.  399 \n\nthe  municipal  form  of  government  recently  adopted  in  Boston  :  \"It  is \nno  wonder  that  we  should  fondly  cling  to  a  form  of  government  dear  to \nour  honest  prejudices, — if,  indeed,  they  do  not  deserve  a  better  name, \n—  alike  from  its  venerable  antiquity,  from  its  similarity  to  the  munici- \npal institutions  of  our  country  brethren,  and  from  a  recollection  of  the \nvirtues  of  those  ancestors  by  whom  it  was  estabhshed  and  preserved. \nWe  were  at  length  taught,  by  a  thorough  experience,  that  the  adminis- \ntration of  our  town  affairs  in  person  was  rendered  impracticable  by  our \noverflowing  population.  The  frequency  of  our  town-meetings  became \na  heavy  and  embarrassing  burden,  and  a  general  attendance  upon \nthem  was  utterly  incompatible  Avith  a  proper  regard  to  our  private \nduties.  Our  ordinary  municipal  concerns  wei'c  naturally  managed,  and \nour  by-laws  enacted,  by  a  small  proportion  of  our  whole  number ;  and \nwe  had  no  alternative  left  but  to  determine  whether  that  proportion \nshould  be  an  ever-changing  assemblage,  collected  almost  Avholly  by \naccident,  or  a  body  of  responsible  delegates,  chosen  by  the  deliberate \nsuffrages  of  the  majority.  Convinced  that  either  the  municipal  consti- \ntution which  our  ancestors  had  left  us  must  be  changed,  or  that  the \ngood  order  and  good  principles  which  it  was  the  sole  object  of  that  con- \nstitution to  cherish  must  be  impaired,  or  hazarded,  we  felt  ourselves \nbound,  by  a  regard  not  merely  to  our  own  good,  but  to  their  memory, \nto  sacrifice  the  means  to  the  end,  and  to  establish,  under  the  sanction \nof  the  Legislature,  a  government  of  representatives.  This  has  been \nframed  with  an  accuracy  and  caution  which  will  appear  superfluous  to \nnone  who  rightly  estimate  the  importance  of  city  laws.  They  are  those, \nof  all  others,  which  touch  us  most  nearly.  We  feel  their  influence \nevery  hour.  The  neatness  and  beauty  of  our  streets,  our  public  places, \nand  public  edifices,  — our  general  health,  the  quiet  pursuit  of  our \nbusiness,  the  enjoyment  of  our  innocent  recreations,  our  daily  comforts \nand  nightly  repose, —  are  all  materially  dependent  on  wise  and  well- \nexecuted  municipal  regulations.  Such  regulations,  by  their  effect  upon \nour  condition,  contribute  materially,  though  indirectly,  to  the  forma- \ntion of  our  character, —  for  who  does  not  know  how  much  character  is \naffected  by  situation,  how  forcibly  our  minds  and  hearts  are  influenced \nby  our  physical  circumstances  7  Still  more  may  the  government  of \nevery  city  control  and  guide  the  conduct  of  its  inhabitants,  by  that \nvigilant  and  internal  police  which  checks  vice  at  its  very  spring,  and \nprevents  the  deeper  guilt  which  more  general  laws  can,  at  best,  only \npunish.    Without  such  a  police  among  ourselves,  the  wisest  enactments \n\n\n400  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  our  Congress  or  our  Legislatures  could  do  but  little  to  render  us  a \nflourishing  and  happy  municipality.  This  great  end,  we  devoutly \ntrust,  -will  be  materially  promoted  by  our  new  form  of  government. \nBut  let  every  citizen  seriously  reflect,  that  it  is  still  a  government  of \nthe  people,  and  that  the  talents  and  fidelity  of  our  municipal  officers \ncan  avail  us  nothing,  unless  seconded  by  the  prompt  obedience  and \nliberal  approbation  of  the  inhabitants  in  general.  What,  indeed,  let  us \ninquire  for  a  moment,  is  the  origin,  and  what  the  nature,  not  only  of \nmunicipal,  but  of  all  public  institutions  ?  They  are  valuable  only  as \ninstruments  for  promoting  the  happiness  and  virtue  of  the  community \nwhere  they  exist.  They  spring  from  the  character  of  the  people,  and \nare  powerfully  efiectual  in  strengthening  and  improving  that  character, \nby  their  reaction.\" \n\n\nCHARLES    PELHAM    CURTIS. \n\nJULY  4,  1823.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  eloquent  performance  of  our  orator,  among  other  topics,  we \nhave  a  review  of  what  would  have  been  the  probable  condition  of  this \nrepublic,  had  the  British  arms  subdued  our  resistance  :  \"  Among  the \nprivileges  of  which  we  should  have  been  bereft,  that  of  freely  pos- \nsessing fire-arms  should  be  included.  One  of  the  first  acts  of  the  vic- \ntors would  have  been  to  disarm  the  vanquished.  Monarchs  are  too \njealous  of  their  subjects  to  intrust  them  with  arms,  except  under  the \nstrictest  inspection  ;  and  the  rebellious  conduct  of  the  Americans  would \nhave  brought  upon  them  a  severer  chastisement  than  the  utmost  rigor \nof  this  rule  of  policy  could  inflict.  Instead  of  our  militia, — the  great, \nthe  ultimate  guarantee  of  our  liberties, —  electing  their  own  command- \ners, and  performing  an  easy  and  honorable  service  for  a  few  days \nin  the  year,  our  young  men  would  be  embodied  under  officers  selected \nby  the  crown,  subjected  to  the  severity  of  regular  discipline,  and  com- \npelled to  assist  the  regular  troops  in  fortifying  the  garrisons,  or  in \noverawing  the  other  provinces. \n\n\"  And  let  us  not  imagine,  that  while  Great  Britain  was  pouring \nforth  her  resources  to  support  the  war, —  while  she  was  accumulating \n\n\nCHARLES  PELHAM   CURTIS.  401 \n\na  debt  of  eiglit  hundred  millions  sterling, —  while  she  was  taxing  her \nsubjects  until  the  invention  of  financiei-s  was  exhausted, —  that  we \nshould  have  been  exempted.  No ;  these  provinces  would  have  been \nrequired  to  furnish  their  proportion  of  the  public  expenses,  and  to  sus- \ntain their  share  of  the  burdensome  and  protracted  contest.  To  effect \nthis,  the  odious  and  demoralizing  system  of  excise,  with  its  penalties \nand  its  functionaries,  from  which,  as  from  the  plagues  of  Egypt,  the \nretirement  of  the  bed-chamber  affords  no  relief,  would  have  been  entailed \nupon  us,  as  it  is  upon  England,  forever.  To  the  duties  on  stamps \nand  importations  would  have  been  added  a  tax  upon  windows,  and \nanother  on  hearths,  taxes  on  manufactures  of  every  description,  taxes \non  ncAvspapers,  and  taxes  on  law  proceedings, —  the  last  of  which \nhas  been  empliatically  called  '  a  tax  upon  distress.'  In  fine,  to  borrow \nthe  language  of  an  ingenious  British  writer  (in  the  Edinburgh  Re- \nview), taxes  would  have  been  imposed  '  on  every  article  which  enters \nthe  mouth,  or  covers  the  back,  or  is  placed  under  the  foot ;  taxes \nupon  everything  which  is  pleasant  to  see,  hear,  feel,  smell,  or  taste ; \ntaxes  on  warmth,  light,  and  locomotion  :  taxes  on  everything  on  earth, \nand  in  the  waters  under  the  earth ;  on  everything  that  comes  from \nabroad  or  is  grown  at  home ;  taxes  on  the  raw  material,  and  taxes  on \nevery  fresh  value  that  is  added  to  it,  by  the  industry  of  man.  Taxes \non  the  sauce  which  pampers  man's  appetite,  and  the  drug  that  restores \nhim  to  health  ;  on  the  ermine  which  decorates  the  judge,  and  the  rope \nthat  hangs  the  criminal :  on  the  poor  man's  salt,  and  the  rich  man's \nspices;  on  the  ribands  of  the  bride,  and  the  brass  nails  of  the  coffin.' \n\n\"  Had  the  arms  of  Great  Britain  been  fated  to  prevail,  how  strongly \nwould  she  have  been  tempted  to  introduce  changes  in  our  religious \ninstitutions.  A  considerable  portion  of  the  inhabitants  of  the  colonies \nwere  already  attached  to  the  Church  of  England ;  and  a  beneficed  hier- \narchy is,  at  the  same  time,  a  powerful  engine  in  the  hands  of  govern- \nment, and  a  fruitful  source  of  rewards  for  its  friends.  On  the  other \nhand,  freedom  of  thought  and  practice  in  religious  matters  naturally \nleads  to  freedom  of  inquiry  and  opinion  on  political  affairs,  the  growth \nof  which  it  Avould  not  have  been  the  policy  of  Great  Britain  to  encour- \nage. In  place  of  the  ministers  of  our  own  choice,  to  whom  we  are \nattached  by  every  tie  of  friendship  and  respect,  inspired  by  their \nvirtue  and  reciprocal  esteem,  our  pulpits  might  have  been  filled  by \nbeneficiaries  of  the  crown,  accompanied  by  the  proctors  and  consistory \ncourts,  and  armed  with  the  power  of  levying  contributions  for  the \n34* \n\n\n402  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nmaintenance  of  a  worsliip  ^Yhich  we  do  not  prefer,  and  of  a  clergy  in \nwhose  appointment  we  should  have  no  voice. \n\n\"If  there  are  any  in  this  assembly  Avho  think  this  suggestion  too \nunreasonable  for  belief,  I  refer  them,  for  an  example,  to  the  existing \nstate  of  Ireland,  where  an  established  church,  possessing  a  revenue \nof  six  millions  of  dollars,  is  maintained,  by  military  force,  in  luxury \nand  splendor,  at  the  expense  of  an  impoverished  people,  of  whom  more \nthan  nine-tenths  reject  its  doctrines  and  embrace  another  faith.  I  am \nready  to  admit,  however,  that  the  circumstances  of  the  two  countries \nare  not  entirely  parallel ;  and  perhaps  the  conduct  of  England  towards \nus  would  not  have  been  guided,  in  this  particular,  by  similar  views. \nBut  it  is  sufficient,  for  my  purpose,  that  such  a  measure  had  been \npossible, —  it  is  certain  that  the  valor  of  our  ancestors  has  rendered  it \nimpossible ! \n\n\"There  is  another  innovation,  however,  which,  if  Great  Britain  had \nsucceeded,  I  am  strongly  inclined  to  believe  she  would  have  introduced \namong  us, —  I  mean,  an  hereditary  order  of  nobility.     Every  principle \nof  monarchial  policy  would  have  been  in  favor  of  such  an  institution. \nThe  viceroy  of  America  would  have  needed  an  intermediate  class, \ndependent  on  the  throne  as  the  fountain  of  honor,  to  give  strength  to \nhis  administration  and  dignity  to  his  court.     The  pride  of  the  richer \nadherents  of  the  crown  would  have  been  gratified  by  such  distinctions ; \nthe  establishment  of  a  privileged  order  would  have  assimilated  the \nprovinces  more  nearly  to  the  mother  country ;  titles  had  already  been \nconferred  on  a  few  individuals ;  and  ribands,  and  stars,  and  patents  of \nnobility,  are  cheap  rewards  for  services  in  the  council  or  in  the  field. \nTo  support  the  dignity  of  the  peerage,  the  entailment  of  estates,  and \nthe  right  of  primogeniture,  would,  of  necessity,  have  made  part  of  our \nestablished  law.     Property,  which  is  now  distributed  in  equal  portions, \nwould,  if  thus  protected,  accumulate  in  the  hands  of  a  limited  number \nof  great  proprietors ;  and  the  yeomanry  of  our  country  —  the  inde- \npendent freeholders  of  the  soil  which  they  cultivate  —  Avould  be  the \ntenants  of  some  noble  landlord.     Pensions  and  grants  of  pubhc  lands \nwould  have  been  unsparingly  bestowed ;  the  most  strenuous  opponents \nof  the  Revolution  would,  of  course,  have  been  the  chosen  objects  of \nroyal  munificence ;  and  as  Monk  received  a  dukedom  from  the  hands \nof  Charles  11.,  Arnold  would -have  merited,  at  the  least,  an  earldom \nfrom  those  of  George  III.\" \n\nCharles  Pelham  Curtis  was  born  at  Boston,  June  22,  1792 ;  entered \n\n\nRUSSELL  JARVIS.  403 \n\nthe  Latin  School  iu  1803,  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1813, \nand  was  of  the  Law  School ;  engaged  in  the  study  of  law  under  the \nguidance  of  Hon.  William  Sullivan;  married  Anna  Ware  Scollay, \nMarch,  1816  ;  and  married  again,  Margaret  Stevenson,  the  widow  of \nRev.  Dr.  IMcKean.     Mr.  Curtis  was  the  first  legal  solicitor  for  the \ncity  of  Boston,  which  station  he  sustained  for  several  years,  with  great \nhonor  to  his  reputation,  and  to  the  benefit  of  his  constituents.     He \nwas  a  member  of  the  city  Council  four  years,  from  1822,  where  his \ninfluence  in  the  practical  development  of  the  city  charter  has  contrib- \nuted to  its  perpetuity.     As  a  representative  in  the  State  Legislature, \nhis  sagacity  and  conciliation  rendered  him  one  of  the  most  efficient \nmembers  of  that  body.     He  is  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  one  of  the  most \nprofound  practical  pleaders ;  a  whole-souled,  courteous  man ;  one  of  the \nmost  talented  and  most  judicious  advisers  of  the  Boston  bar,  remark- \nable for  honest  candor.     He  is  one  of  a  very  select  literary  and  social \nparty,  known  as  the  Friday  Night  Club,  at  which  Chief  Justice  Shaw \noften  presides.     Mr.  Curtis  was  one  of  the  originators  of  the  Boston \nFarm  School,  which  grew  out  of  the  institution  for  indigent  boys.    He \nis  a  man  of  fine  literary  parts,  and  has  been  a  frequent  contributor  to \nour  pubhc  journals,  especially  on  political  topics. \n\n\nRUSSELL  JARVIS. \n\nJULY  4,  1833.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  a  son  of  Samuel  Gardner  Jarvis,  and  born  in  Boston ;  gradu- \nated at  Dartmouth  College  in  1810;  was  a  counsellor-at-law,  and \nmarried  Caroline,  a  daughter  of  Judge  Dana,  of  Chelsea,  N.  H. ;  and \nmarried  a  second  wife,  Sarah  Eliza,  a  daughter  of  Thomas  Cordis, \nmerchant,  of  Boston,  in  1824.  His  wife  and  two  daughters  lost  their \nlives  in  the  burning  of  the  steamer  Lexington,  Jan.  13,  1840.  In \n1828  he  became  an  editor  of  the  Washington  Telegraph,  in  connection \nwith  Dufi\"  Green.  Mr.  Jarvis  is  a  radiant  halo  of  his  eloquent  uncle, \nthe  bald  eagle  of  the  Boston  seat.  He  is  one  of  the  readiest  political \nwriters  amongst  us,  and  has  exercised  great  influence  in  the  circle  of \nDemocracy. \n\n\n404  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\"In  breathing  our  hopes  of  European  emancipation,\"  says  the  fervent \nJarvis,  \"let  not  Greece  —  lovely,  interesting  Greece — be  neglected \nor  forgotten.  0  Greece  !  the  cradle  of  the  poet  and  the  philosopher, \nthe  home  of  the  hero  and  the  statesman, —  whose  name  awakens  every \nsublime  recollection,  and  whose  ancient  memory  is  bound  to  the \nAmerican  heart  by  every  tie  that  literature,  science,  or  love  of  hberty \ncan  weave, —  when  the  American  forgets  thee,  '  may  her  right  hand \nforget  her  cunning ! '  Where  are  thy  glories  now  7  The  feet  of  bar- \nbarians have  polluted  thy  soil,  and  the  si  roc  of  despotism  has  passed \nover  thee.  Thy  Acropolis  is  crumbled  in  ruins  !  thy  Parthenon  lays \nlow  in  dust !  the  Muses  have  fled  thy  Parnassus !  thy  Helicon  mur- \nmurs in  vain  !  the  harp  of  thy  Homer  is  broken !  thy  Sapphos  are \nmute,  and  their  lyres  are  unstrung  !  And  could  thy  sufferings  excite \nno  sympathy  in  the  bosoms  of  thy  royal  neighbors  7  Could  not  one \nfaith,  could  not  the  worship  of  one  Lord  and  one  gospel,  could  not  the \nvoice  of  humanity,  call  forth  the  Holy  Alliance  to  protect  thee,  or \nrestrain  them  from  monstrous  combination  with  thy  oppressors  1  0 \nmonarchs  of  Europe  !  members  of  the  Holy  Alliance  !  who  claim  to  be \nHeaven's  vicegerents,  and  to  be  set  over  mankind  for  dispensing  that \nhappiness  which  you  profanely  say  they  cannot  procure  for  themselves, \n—  how,  in  the  days  of  your  last  account,  will  the  genius  of  injured \nGreece  stand  before  you,  and  point  her  accusing  finger  to  your  crimes  ! \nShe  will  say,  '  My  children  sought  refuge  among  you,  and  you  shut \nyour  door  against  them !  My  daughters  were  carried  into  bondage, \nand  your  ships  transported  them !  My  sons  implored  your  aid,  and \nyou  gave  it  to  their  enemies  !  My  cities  were  laid  in  ruins,  and  you \nfurnished  the  firebrands  !  But  for  you,  the  barbarian  had  been  long \nsince  subdued,  and  my  land  the  abode  of  liberty,  peace,  and  happiness  ! \nBut  for  you,  the  fires  of  Scio  had  never  been  kindled,  and  the  blood \nthat  now  stains  every  blade  of  grass  in  my  violated  territory  would \nstill  have  warmed  hearts  more  generous  than  your  own ! '  But,  how- \never great  the  sufferings  of  this  people,  however  formidable  their  ene- \nmies, or  however  efficiently  aided  by  Christian  kings,  yet  God  will \nprosper  their  righteous  cause,  and  scatter  confusion  among  their \nenemies.  The  spirit  of  ancient  Greece  is  waked  from  the  slumber  of \nages  !  The  tongue  of  Demosthenes  is  loosed  !  the  sword  of  Miltiades \nis  drawn  !  every  strait  is  a  Salamis,  and  every  sailor  a  Themistocles  !  a \nLeonidas  starts  up  in  every  peasant,  and  every  mountain  pass  becomes \na  new  Thermopylae !     And  not  only  in  Greece  shall  the  Moloch  of \n\n\nJOSEPH  BARTLETT.  405 \n\nroyalty  be  overturned,  but  in  wbatever  corner  of  Europe  the  idol  can \nfind  worshippers.  The  reign  of  kings  is  a  violation  of  natural  right. \nThe  cause  of  mankind  is  not  their  cause.  The  day  of  retribution \napproaches !  The  clouds  are  gathering !  The  tempest  will  soon \nbui'st !  And  when  royalty  shall  be  swept  away  in  its  avenging  fury, \nthe  rainbow  of  Republicanism  shall  span  the  heavens,  giving  promise \nof  lasting  peace  and  security !  \" \n\n\nJOSEPH   BARTLETT. \n\nJULY  4,  1823.    A  VOLUNTEER  ORATION. \n\nThis  oration  was  delivered  at  the  hall  in  the  Exchange  Coffee-house, \nincluding,  also,  a  poem,  an  ode,  and  The  New  Vicar  of  Bray, —  all \nwritten  and  delivered  by  himself  He  was  born  at  Plymouth,  June \n10,  1762;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1782;  and  married  Ann \nWitherell,  of  Plymouth.  He  was  a  counsellor-at-law  in  Woburn, \nPortsmouth,  and  Boston.  \"Was  captain  of  the  Republican  Volunteers, \nin  1788.  In  1799  Mr.  Bartlett  published  \"Physiognomy,\"  a  poem \nrecited  before  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society  of  Harvard  College.  He \nwas  a  senator  of  Yoi*k,  Maine,  1804 ;  and  editor  of  the  Freeman's \nFriend,  at  Saco,  in  1805,  when  he  delivered  an  oration  at  Biddeford, \nJuly  4,  1805.  He  was  a  delegate  from  Plymouth  to  the  convention \nfor  revising  the  State  constitution,  in  1820. \n\nHe  was  of  highly  facetious  memory.  The  passage  herewith  given \nis  selected  from  The  New  Vicar  of  Bray,  recited  after  the  delivery  of \nthe  oration,  at  the  Exchange  Coffee-house : \n\n\"  We  now  see  much  upon  the  earth, \n\nEspecially  in  Boston, \nWhich  gives  to  man  a  vigorous  birth. \n\nAnd  keeps  our  souls  in  motion, \nBoston  a  city  now  is  made,  — \n\nOur  officers  elected,  — \n'T  is  best  for  every  class  and  trade, \n\nOur  mayor  will  be  respected. \nOur  Quincy,  now,  by  all  admired, — \n\nThe  city's  pride  and  glory, — \nMay  he  the  difference  never  know \n\n'Twixt  Federalist  and  Tory. \n\n\n406  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    OEATORS. \n\nQuincy,  who  now  rules  o'er  our  land. \n\nWill  keep  the  city  safe,  sir  ; \nHe 's  been  found  equal  to  command, \n\nAnd  ne'er  neglects  her  good,  sir. \nThe  aldermen  will  turtle  leave, \n\nTo  rally  round  the  board,  sir  ; \nThey  to  the  city  charter  cleave, — \n\nIn  those  we  place  our  trust,  sir.\" \n\nHe  was  author  of  a  work  replete  with  spicy  wit,  comprising  Aphor- \nfems  on  Men,  Manners,  Principles  and  Things,  printed  at  Boston, \n1823.  Shortly  previous  to  his  decease  (Oct.  27,  1827,  aged  sixty- \nsix  years),  Mr.  Bartlett  wrote  the  following  epitaph  on  himself,  which \nhe  repeated  on  his  death-bed  : \n\n♦\"T  is  done  !  the  fatal  stroke  is  given. \nAnd  Bartlett 's  fled  to  hell  or  heaven  ; \nHis  friends  approve  it,  and  his  foes  applaud, — \nYet  he  will  have  the  verdict  of  his  God.\" \n\nMr.  Bartlett,  when  attending  the  funeral  of  John  Hale,  an  estimable \ncitizen  of  Portsmouth,  recited  the  following  epitaph  to  his  memory : \n\n•'  God  takes  the  good. \n\nToo  good  by  far  to  stay, \nAnd  leaves  the  bad. \nToo  bad  to  take  away.\" \n\n\nFRANCIS   BASSETT. \n\nJULY  4,  1824.     FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Dennis,  Mass. ;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in \n1810 ;  is  not  a  married  man.  He  was  a  counsellor-at-law,  and  for \nmany  years  clerk  of  the  United  States  District  Court,  of  this  State. \nHas  been  a  representative;  was  of  the  school  committee  from  1822  to \n1826,  at  which  period  he  was  elected  to  the  city  Council.  In  1839 \nMr.  Bassett  gave  the  following  sentiment,  at  the  Cape  Cod  celebration, \nin  Barnstable  :  \"  Cape  Cod  :  The  first-discovered  land  of  the  Pilgrims, \n—  it  will  be  the  last  to  lose  sight  of  their  virtues.\" \n\n\nJOHN  EVERETT.  407 \n\nJOHN   EVERETT. \n\nJULY  4,  1824.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nJohn  Everett  was  a  son  of  the  Hon.  Oliver  Everett,  and  was \nborn  at  Dorchester,  February  22,  1801.  He  received  his  preliminary \neducation  under  the  tuition  of  Masters  Lyon,  Farrar  and  Clapp,  in \nBoston,  where  he  distinguished  himself  as  the  finest  declaimer  in  the \nschool.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1818,  when  he  pro- \nnounced an  oration  on  the  character  of  Byron ;  and  at  a  college  exhi- \nbition, in  the  year  previous,  he  gave  an  oration  on  the  Poetry  of  the \nOriental  Nations.  He  delivered  another  oration,  on  the  Prospects  of \nthe  Young  Men  of  America,  before  the  senior  class,  July  14,  1818. \nImmediately  after  his  graduation,  he  accompanied  President  Holley  to \nLexington,  in  Kentucky,  where  he  became  a  tutor  in  Transylvania \nUniversity,  and  delivered  an  unwritten  oration,  in  the  presence  of \nAndrew  Jackson,  that  was  eminently  successful.  After  his  return \nto  Massachusetts,  Mr.  Everett  entered  the  Law  School,  at  Cambridge : \nsoon  after  which,  he  visited  Europe,  and  was  attached,  for  a  short \nperiod,  to  the  American  legation  at  Brussels  and  the  Hague, —  his \nelder  brother,  Alexander,  being  charge  d'affaires.  On  his  return  to \nBoston,  he  read  law  under  the  guidance  of  the  Hon.  Daniel  Webster, \nand  became  an  attorney  at  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas,  in  1825.  He \nserved  as  one  of  the  aids  of  Governor  Eustis.  He  was  a  bud  of  promise \nearly  blighted.     He  died  at  Boston,  Feb.  12,  1826. \n\nMr.  Everett  was  intensely  interested  in  the  politics  of  the  day ;  and \nwas  an  active  member  of  the  Boston  Debating  Society,  a  literary  and \npolitical  institution  of  elevated  character.  Having  remarkable  extem- \nporaneous rhetorical  power,  and  great  facility  in  argument,  he  shortly \nbecame  an  important  leader  among  these  spirited  young  Bostonians. \nHe  had  superior  poetical  genius,  as  is  clearly  evinced  in  an  ode  to  St. \nPaul's  Church;  and  by  another  ode,  written  for  the  Wasliington \nSociety  (of  which  he  was  a  member),  and  sung  at  Concert  Hall,  July \n4,  1825.     The  first  lines  of  this  patriotic  effusion  are  as  follows  : \n\n\"  Hail  to  the  day,  when,  indignant,  a  nation \n\nTo  the  spirit  of  armies  for  justice  appealed; \nWith  pride  claimed  the  right  of  her  glorious  station. \nAnd  truth,  taught  by  wisdom,  in  valor  revealed  ! \nHail  to  thy  memory,  era  of  liberty! \nDear  is  thy  sun  to  the  hearths  of  thp  fron  t  \" \n\n\n408  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nCHARLES    SPRAGUE. \n\nJULY   4,  1825.     FOR    THE    CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  If,  in  remembering  the  oppressed,  you  think  the  oppressors  ought \nnot  to  be  forgotten,\"  says  Sprague,  \"  I  might  urge  that  the  splendid \nresult  of  the  great  struggle  should  fully  reconcile  us  to  the  madness  of \nthose  who  rendered  that  struggle  necessary.  We  may  forgive  the \npresumption  which  '  declared '  its  right  '  to  bind  the  American  colo- \nnies,' for  it  was  wofully  expiated  by  the  humiliation  which  'acknowl- \nedged '  those  same  '  American  colonies  '  to  be  '  sovereign  and  inde- \npendent States.'  The  immediate  workers,  too,  of  that  political  iniquity, \nhave  passed  away.  The  mildew  of  shame  will  forever  feed  upon  their \nmemories ;  —  a  brand  has  been  set  upon  their  deeds,  that  even  Time's \nall-gnawing  tooth  can  never  destroy.  But  they  have  passed  away ; \nand  of  all  the  milhons  they  misruled,  the  millions  they  icould  have \nmisruled,  how  few  remain  !  Another  race  is  there  to  lament  the  folly, \nanother  here  to  magnify  the  wisdom,  that  cut  the  knot  of  empire. \nShall  these  inherit  and  entail  everlasting  enmity  7  Like  the  Cartha- \nginian Hamilcar,  shall  we  come  up  hither  with  our  children,  and  on \nthis  holy  altar  swear  the  pagan  oath  of  undying  hate  ?  Even  our \ngoaded  fathers  disdained  this.  Let  us  fulfil  their  words,  and  prove  to \nthe  people  of  England,  that  '  in  peace '  we  know  how  to  treat  them \n'  as  friends.'  They  have  been  twice  told  that  '  in  war '  we  know  how \nto  meet  them  '  as  enemies  ; '  and  they  will  hardly  ask  another  lesson, \nfor,  it  may  be  that,  when  the  third  trumpet  shall  sound,  a  voice  will \necho  along  their  sea-girt  cliffs  —  '  The  glory  has  departed ! ' \n\n\"  Some  few  of  their  degenerate  ones,  tainting  the  bowers  where  they \nsit,  decry  the  growing  greatness  of  a  land  they  will  not  love;  and \nothers,  after  eating  from  our  basket,  and  drinking  from  our  cup,  go \nhome  to  pour  forth  the  senseless  libel  against  a  people  at  whose  fire- \nsides they  were  M'armed.  But  a  few  pens  dipped  in  gall  will  not \nretard  our  progress ;  let  not  a  few  tongues,  festering  in  falsehood,  dis- \nturb our  repose.  We  have  those  among  us  who  are  able  both  to  pare \nthe  talons  of  the  kite  and  pull  out  the  fangs  of  the  viper ;  Avho  can  lay \nbare,  for  the  disgust  of  all  good  men,  the  gangrene  of  the  insolent \nreviewer,  and  inflict  such  a  cruel  mark  on  the  back  of  the  mortified \nrunaway,  as  will  take  long  from  him  the  blessed  privilege  of  being \nforgotten. \n\n\nCHARLES  SPRAaUE.  409 \n\n''These  rude  detractors  speak  not,  we  trust,  the  feelings  of  their \nnation.  Time,  the  great  corrector,  is  there  fast  enlightening  both \nruler  and  ruled.  They  are  treading  in  our  steps,  even  ours ;  and  are \ngradually,  though  slowly,  pulling  up  their  ancient  religious  and  polit- \nical landmarks.  Yielding  to  the  liberal  spirit  of  the  age, —  a  spirit \nborn  and  fostered  here, —  they  are  not  only  loosening  their  own  long- \nriveted  shackles,  but  are  raising  the  voice  of  encouragement,  and \nextending  the  hand  of  assistance,  to  the  '  rebels  '  of  other  climes. \n\n\"In  spite  of  all  that  has  passed,  we  owe  England  much;  and  even \non  this  occasion,  standing  in  the  midst  of  my  generous-minded  coun- \ntrymen, I  may  fearlessly,  willingly,  acknowledge  the  debt.  We  owe \nEngland  much  ;  —  nothing  for  her  martyrdoms ;  nothing  for  her  pro- \nscriptions ;  nothing  for  the  innocent  blood  with  which  she  has  stained \nthe  white  robes  of  religion  and  liberty ;  —  these  claims  our  fathers \ncancelled,  and  her  monarch  rendered  them  and  theirs  a  full  acquittance \nforever.  But  for  the  living  treasures  of  her  mind,  garnered  up  and \nspread  abroad  for  centuries  by  her  great  and  gifted,  who  that  has \ndrank  at  the  sparkling  streams  of  her  poetry,  who  that  has  drawn \nfrom  the  deep  fountains  of  her  wisdom,  who  that  speaks  and  reads  and \nthinks  her  language,  will  be  slow  to  own  his  obligation  7  One  of  your \npurest  ascended  patriots, —  Quincy, —  he  who  compassed  sea  and  land \nfor  Liberty,  whose  early  voice  for  her  echoed  round  yonder  consecrated \nhall,  whose  dying  accents  for  her  went  up  in  sohtude  and  suffering \nfrom  the  ocean, —  when  he  sat  down  to  bless,  with  the  last  token  of \na  father's  remembrance,  the  son  who  wears  his  mantle  with  his  name, \nbequeathed  him  the  recorded  lessons  of  England's  best  and  wisest,  and \nsealed  the  legacy  of  love  with  a  prayer,  whose  full  accomplishment  we \nlive  to  witness, —  '  that  the  spirit  of  Liberty  might  rest  upon  him.'  \" \n\nCharles  Sprague  was  born  in  Boston,  Oct.  26,  1791.  His  birth- \nplace was  in  a  two-story  wooden  house,  directly  opposite  Pine-street, \nthen  No.  38  Orange-street.  In  1842  this  house  was  destroyed,  at  an \nextensive  fire.  His  father,  Samuel  Sprague,  was  born  at  Hingham, \nDec.  22,  1753  ;  was  a  mason,  and  married  Joanna  Thayer,  of  Brain- \ntree,  a  lady  of  great  decision  of  character,  who  was  highly  effective  in \ndeveloping  the  genius  of  her  son.  Hingham  was  the  home  of  his \nancestors  during  five  generations.  His  father  was  one  of  that  famous \nparty  who  destroyed  the  British  tea  in  Boston  harbor,  December, \n1773,  and  was  a  tall  and  athletic  person.  When  in  the  hold  of  one \nof  the  tea-ships,  where  he  was  actively  engaged,  one  of  the  party  made \n35 \n\n\n410  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nsigns  to  him,  from  below,  to  cover  his  face  with  some  disguise ;  on \nwhich,  Mr.  Sprague  hastened  to  a  small  house  near  the  head  of  Grif- \nfin's, now  Liverpool  Wharf,  with  a  wooden  chimney,  from  which  he \nshortly  collected  a  substance  that  served  the  purpose  hinted  at  by  his \nunknown  friend,  when  he  directly  returned  to  the  work  of  destruction. \nAt  this  time  he  was  an  apprentice  of  one  Mr.  Etheridge,  who  interested \nhimself,  also,  in  this  bold  and  patriotic  adventure. \n\nWe  find,  in  Thomas'  Spy,  of  January,  1774,  the  following  graphic \nsketch  of  this  event,  which,  next  to  the  massacre  of  1770,  tended  to \nhasten  the  Revolution : \n\n•'  As  near  beauteous  Boston  lying, \n\nOn  the  gently-swelling  flood, \nWithout  jack  or  pendant  flying, \n\nThree  ill-fated  tea-ships  rode. \nJust  as  glorious  Sol  was  setting. \n\nOn  the  wharf  a  numerous  crew. \nSons  of  Freedom,  fear  forgetting. \n\nSuddenly  appeared  in  view. \nArmed  with  hammer,  axe  and  chisels,  — \n\nWeapons  new  for  warlike  deed,  — \nTowards  the  herbage-freighted  vessels \n\nThey  approached  with  dreadful  speed. \nO'er  their  heads  aloft  in  mid  sky. \n\nThree  bright  angel  forms  were  seen  ; \nThis  was  Hampden,  that  was  Sidney, \n\nWith  fair  Liberty  between. \n'  Soon,'  they  cried,  '  your  foes  you  '11  banish, \n\nSoon  the  triumph  shall  be  won  ; \nScarce  shall  setting  Phoebus  vanish. \n\nEre  the  deathless  deed  be  done.' \nQuick  as  thought,  the  ships  were  boarded. \n\nHatches  burst,  and  chests  displayed  ; \nAxes,  hammers,  help  afforded,  — \n\nWhat  a  glorious  crash  they  made  ! \nSquash  into  the  deep  descended \n\nCursed  weed  of  China's  coast,  — \nThus  at  once  our  fears  were  ended  ; \n\nBritish  rights  shall  ne'er  be  lost. \nCaptains  !  once  more  hoist  your  streamers. \n\nSpread  your  sails,  and  plough  the  wave  ; \nTell  your  masters  they  were  dreamers. \n\nWhen  they  thought  to  cheat  the  brave. \" \n\nYoung  Sprague,  when  about  ten  years  of  age,  entered  the  Franklin \nSchool,  where  he  unfortunately  lost  the  vision  of  his  left  eye,  by  a \n\n\nCHARLES  SPRAGUE.  411 \n\nsudden  contact  with  a  door-latch.  This  event  probably  accounts,  in  a \nmeasure,  for  the  very  limited  number  of  his  poetical  productions,  in \nafter  hfe.  The  school-house  was  located  in  Nassau-street ;  and  the \nspot  is  occupied  by  a  modern  edifice,  called  the  Brimmer  School,  in \nhonor  of  the  mayor  of  that  name ;  and  the  name  of  the  street  is  changed \nto  Common-street,  His  teachers,  in  the  gramn^^i-  department,  were \nDr.  Asa  Bullard  and  Lemuel  Shaw,  both  of  whom  were  benevolent, \nsensible,  and  learned  men.  The  teacher  last  named,  who  had  recently \ngraduated  at  Harvard  College,  and  entered  this  school  to  acquire  funds \nfor  his  college  expenses,  was  the  son  of  a  poor  clergyman  of  Barnstable. \nHe  has  risen  to  eminence  by  energetic  perseverance,  and  is  the  Chief \nJustice  of  the  Massachusetts  Supreme  Court.  The  writing-master  of \nthis  school  was  the  noted  Rufus  \"Webb.  At  the  early  age  of  thirteen \nyears,  young  Sprague  became  an  apprentice  to  Messrs.  Thayer  & \nHunt,  importers  of  dry  goods.  Boys  of  the  Brimmer  School !  catch \nthe  inspiration  of  the  spot  where  the  genius  of  Sprague  budded  forth, \nand,  like  him,  be  ambitious  to  excel  in  learning  and  in  manly  virtue. \nTwo  centuries  elapsed  before  Boston  knew  a  poet  like  Sprague. \nHereafter,  may  your  nursery  bloom  annually  with  flowers  as  unfadino-. \n\nIn  the  year  1816  Mr.  Sprague  entered  into  partnership  with  his \nemployers,  which  continued  until  1820,  when  he  was  appointed  a  teller \nin  the  State  Bank ;  and,  on  the  establishment  of  the  Globe  Bank,  m \n1825,  he  was  elected  the  cashier,  which  station  he  has  occupied  until \nthis  period.  His  wisdom  and  sagacity  in  the  conduct  of  this  institu- \ntion, aided  by  the  directors,  has  tended  to  make  it  one  of  the  safest \ninvestments  in  State-street. \n\nWaterston  thus  emphasizes  of  our  poet : \n\n\"  May  not  our  land  be  termed  enchanted  ground, \nWhen  on  bank-bills  a  poet's  name  is  found  ? \nWhere  poets'  notes  may  pass  for  notes  of  hand. \nAnd  valued  good,  long  as  the  Globe  shall  stand  ? \nThe  world  can  never  quench  that  kindling  fire, \nOr  break  the  strings  of  that  immortal  lyre. \nSweet,  and  more  sweet,  its  melting  strains  shall  rise. \nTill  his  rapt  spirit  seeks  his  native  skies.\" \n\nThe  social  qualities  of  Charles  Sprague  have  been  the  delight  of \neminent  intellectual  men,  one  of  whom  was  Nathaniel  Bowditch,  who, \nbeing  a  member  of  the  corporation  of  Harvard  College,  and  admiring \nhis  rare  genius,  and  close  devotion  to  literary  habits,  without  infringing \n\n\n412  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\non  the  duties  of  his  station  in  the  bank,  used  his  influence  to  eflfect \nfor  Mr.  Sprague  an  honorary  degree  at  the  commencement  of  1829, \nin  that  college,  when  he  delivered  the  ingenious  poem  on  Curiosity, \nbefore  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society,  of  which  he  has  ever  since  been  a \nmember.  What  Landor  said  of  another  may  be  effectively  applied  to \nSprague, —  for  his  companionable  habits  are  proverbial,  and  he  never \nwalks  from  home  without  a  friend  at  his  side : \n\n\"  Since  Chaucer  was  alive  and  hale, \nNo  man  hath  walked  along  our  streets \nWith  step  so  active,  so  inquiring  eye. \nOr  tongue  so  varied  in  discourse.\" \n\nIn  alluding  to  the  warm-hearted  Dr.  Bowditch,  we  take  pleasure  in \nintroducing  two  verses  of  a  favorite  effusion  from  the  hand  of  Sprague, \nwhich  he  had  often  on  his  lips,  entitled  the  Winged  Worshippers, \nand  addressed  to  two  swallows  that  flew  into  a  church  during  divine \nservice  : \n\n\"  Gay,  guiltless  pair, \n\nWhat  seek  ye  from  the  fields  of  heaven  ? \nYe  have  no  need  of  prayer,  — \nYe  have  no  sins  to  be  forgiven. \n\n**  To  you  't  is  given \n\nTo  wake  sweet  Nature's  untaught  lays. \nBeneath  the  arch  of  heaven \nTo  chirp  away  a  life  of  praise.\" \n\nIn  May,  1814,  Mr.  Sprague  was  married,  by  Bev.  Horace  Holley, \nto  Miss  Elizabeth  Band.  His  son,  Charles  James,  was  married  to \nAmelia  H.  Stodder;  and  his  daughter,  Helen  Elizabeth,  who  died \nApril,  1851,  after  the  decease  of  an  infant  son,  was  married  to  Ezra \nLincoln,  Esq.,  an  aid  to  Gov.  Briggs.  Mr.  Sprague  was  elected  to \nthe  city  Council  in  1823,  '24  and  '27,  and  was  active  in  public  debate. \nHis  capacities  would  readily  lead  him  to  eminent  public  political  rank, \nbut  he  prefers  the  quiet  of  retired  literary  and  financial  pursuits.  With \na  private  library  of  three  thousand  volumes,  in  every  department  of \nintellect,  and  a  rare  collection  of  paintings  and  sculpture,  his  mind \never  revels  in  elevated  conceptions.  An  accurate  bust  of  our  poet,  by \nBrackett,  is  in  the  care  of  his  son-in-law. \n\nWhere  is  the  native  poet  of  Boston  who  is  destined,  like  our  own \nCharles  Sprague,  to  be  a  standard  national  author  7  Indeed,  it  may  be \nsafely  said,  that  Sprague  our  poet,  and  Prescott  our  historian,  will \n\n\nCHARLES  SPRAGUE.  *  413 \n\nnever  become  obsolete.     One  has  thus  sung  of  Sprague,  in  rather  cold \nterms: \n\n*'  Great  is  his  merit,  —  greater  still  his  fame  ; \nBright,  but  not  dazzling,  burns  his  steady  flame  ; \nHis  is  the  sterling  bullion  thrice  refined. \nBright  from  the  rich  exchequer  of  his  mind. \nSense,  strength  and  classic  purity,  combine \nWith  genius,  in  his  almost  faultless  line. \nTrained  in  the  olden  school,  his  tide  of  song \nBears  truth  and  judgment  on  its  breast  along.\" \n\nAmid  a  host  of  competitors,  Charles  Sprague  received  the  prize,  six \ntimes,  for  producing  the  best  poems  for  the  American  stage, — an  instance \nunprecedented  in  our  literary  annals.  Were  it  not  for  the  quenched \nlight  of  an  eye,  he  would  have  been  the  more  universal  admiration  of \nhis  country.  He  has  been  compared  to  Pope  and  Gray ;  but  he  exhib- \nits none  of  the  artificial  stateliness  of  the  former,  and  more  than  the \nmello^ving  sweetness  of  the  latter,  excelling  both  in  fervid  warmth. \nKettell  says  that  we  can  have  no  difficulty  in  foreseeing  the  perpetuity \nof  such  reputation  as  that  which  belongs  to  him.  Every  sentence  is \nbursting  with  thought.  He  deals  in  no  dreamy  obscurity :  he  allows \nno  inharmonious  line  to  pass;  —  all  is  finished,  and  full  of  purpose. \n\nWe  know  not  the  particle  of  dross  in  the  beaten  gold  of  Sprague ;  for \nthere  is  not  a  sentence  in  all  his  productions  that  we  would  change, \neither  in  sentiment  or  in  mode  of  expression.  It  was  the  reply  of  a \nfriend  to  Mr.  Sprague,  who  remarked  that  his  poems  may  do  very  well \nto  sleep  over, — \"No,  sir;  they  are  hke  champagne,  that  keeps  one  wide \nawake  all  the  night  long.\"  Sprague  dares  to  acknowledge  his  homage \nto  the  Nine,  in  the  very  temple  of  the  money-changers  ;  and  enjoys, \nat  the  same  time,  the  most  favoring  inspirations  of  the  former,  and  the \nunlimited  confidence  and  credit  of  the  latter.  The  Globe  Bank  has \nnever  failed  to  make  a  dividend ;  and  its  cashier  has  never  failed  to  be \nat  his  station,  on  the  very  day  when  the  books  were  opened  for  the \npurpose,  to  this  period. \n\nWhen  Lord  Byron  deceased  at  Missolonghi.  in  Greece,  April  19, \n1824,  a  funeral  oration  was  delivered  by  Spiridion  Tucoupi  over  his \nremains,  and  published  by  the  public  authorities.  The  body  was \nembalmed,  and  sent,  May  2d,  to  Zante,  whence  it  was  designed,  at  the \nexpress  order  of  Ulysses  Odysseus.  Governor  of  Athens,  that  he  should \nbe  deposited  in  the  Temple  of  Theseus,  or  in  the  Parthenon ;  and  it  was \nintended,  also,  that  his  heart  should  be  enclosed  in  an  urn,  that  Greek \n35* \n\n\n414  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nmaidens,  and  other  admirers,  might  weep  over  it.  But  his  tenacious \nEnghsh  friends  caused  that  thej  should  be  entombed  in  the  ancestral \nvault  of  the  Byrons,  at  Hucknell,  two  miles  from  Newstead  Abbey. \nThis  urn  is  placed  beside  the  coffin,  on  which  is  inscribed,  \"Within \nthis  Urn  are  deposited  the  heart,  brains,  &c.,  of  the  deceased  Lord \nByron.\"  Before  the  information  of  the  removal  of  Byron's  remains \nfrom  Greece,  ^Mr.  Sprague,  presuming  that  they  would  remain  in  the \nlan^I  where  his  ever-during  poem  was  written,  advanced  the  forthcom- \ning sentiment,  at  the  celebration  of  independence,  July  4th  of  that \nyear,  when  the  Boston  Debating  Society,  of  which  he  was  the  vice- \npresident,  dined  at  Rouillard's,  in  Devonshire-street :  \"  To  the  memory \nof  the  immortal  Byron : \n\n\"O'er  the  heart  of  Childe  Harold \n\nGreek  maidens  shall  weep  ; \n\nIn  his  own  native  island \n\nHis  body  shall  sleep \n\"With  the  bones  of  the  bravest  and  best ; \n\nBut  his  song  shall  go  down \n\nTo  the  latest  of  time  ; \n\nFame  tell  how  he  rose \n\nFor  earth's  loveliest  clime, \nAnd  Mercy  shall  blot  out  the  rest.\" \n\nWe  have  observed  the  remark  of  John  Quincy  Adams  regarding \nSprague' s  poem  on  Art,  that  \"in  forty  lines  was  comprised  an  ency- \nclopedia of  description.\"  The  idea  is  poetical,  and  the  expression  is \nworthy  the  idea.  It  is,  in  mere  execution,  the  most  happy  of  all \nSprague' s  productions ;  and  it  may  be  commended  to  versifiers  as  a \nmodel  of  correct,  condensed,  melodious  language.  In  the  Ode  on \nShakspeare,  he  has  soared  in  his  most  daring  flight ;  and  proved  him- \nself as  capable  of  rising  into  the  imaginative,  as  of  flitting  about \namong  the  realities  of  human  life,  with  its  joys  and  sorrows.  The \nbirth  of  Shakspeare  is  thus  described : \n\n\"  There  on  its  bank, \n\nBeneath  the  mulberry's  shade, \nWrapped  in  young  dreams, \n\nA  wild-eyed  minstrel  strayed  ; \nLighting  there,  and  lingering  long, \nThou  didst  teach  the  bard  his  song. \nThy  fingers  struck  his  sleeping  shell, \n\nAnd  round  his  brows  a  garland  curled  ; \nOn  his  lips  thy  spirit  fell, \n\nAnd  bade  him  wake,  and  warm  the  world.\" \n\n\nCHARLES  SPKAGUE.  415 \n\nOn  the  triumphal  entry  of  Lafayette  into  the  city  of  Boston,  Aug. \n24,  1824,  an  arch  was  extended  across  Washington  to  Dover  street, \nabove  South  Boston  Bridge,  on  the  very  spot  \"where,  when  Lafayette \nleft  the  town  in  1787,  were  the  remains  of  a  breastwork,  erected  dur- \ning the  Revolutionary  contest,  adjoining  Fort-avenue,  opposite  the  pres- \nent Franklin  School.  At  each  side  of  the  arch  was  planted  a  tree  of \noak,  and  another  of  pine,  about  twenty  feet  in  height;  and  the  pillars \nwere  tastefully  wreathed  with  evergreens  and  flowers.  The  arch  itself \nwas  decorated  with  American  flags  and  evergreens ;  and  from  its  centre \na  scroll  was  suspended,  bearing  the  inscription  which  follows,  written,  at \nthe  impulse  of  the  moment,  by  our  own  Charles  Sprague,  on  the  day \nprevious  to  the  reception.  On  passing  under  the  triumphal  arch,  the \nthronging  crowd  witnessed  Mayor  Quincy,  in  a  barouche  with  Lafay- \nette, pointing  towards  the  inscription,  directing,  with  animated  eye,  the \nspecial  notice  of  it  to  the  warm-hearted  Frenchman,  whose  patriotic \nenthusiasm  must  have  been  excited  to  tears : \n\n\"  Welcome,  Lafayette  ! \n\n\"  The  fathers  in  glory  shall  sleep, \n\nThat  gathered  with  thee  to  the  fight, \nBut  the  sons  will  eternally  keep \n\nThe  tablet  of  gratitude  bright. \nWe  bow  not  the  neck, \n\nAnd  we  bend  not  the  knee  ; \nBut  our  hearts,  Lafayette, \n\nWe  surrender  to  thee.\" \n\nA  writer  on  American  Genius  remarks  of  Charles  Sprague,  in  con- \ntrast with  Robert  Southey,  that  the  majestic  and  sublime  march  of \nSprague,  when  it  is  fired  by  any  great  and  enkindhng  theme,  or  the \ntender  and  pathetic  and  soul-melting  strains  of  his  Muse,  when  touched \nby  compassion,  grief  or  love,  would  ill  compare  with  the  wild,  desul- \ntory, and  almost  superhuman  ramblings  and  eccentric  flights  of  Southey. \nwhere  we  behold  the  most  brilliant  flashes  of  wit  and  genius,  strangely \nand  confusedly  mingled  with  much  that  is  trash  and  nonsense. \n\nThe  oration  of  Mr.  Sprague  had  a  more  extensive  circulation  than \nany  of  its  predecessors,  six  editions  having  been  rapidly  taken  up. \nRussell  said  of  this  performance,  that  \"  for  purity,  simplicity,  elegant \nembelHshment  of  style,  and  for  ardent  and  patriotic  feehng,  this  eflbrt \nof  self-taught  genius  has  seldom  been  equalled  by  the  great  and \nlearned  of  the  land.\"     Some  one  said  of  it,  that  the  electric  shock  of  a \n\n\n416  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nnation's  gratitude  towards  Lafayette,  that  rolls  on  undying  to  free- \ndom's furthest  mountains,  was  eloquently  infused  in  the  hearts  of  the \naudience.  We  cite  the  remarkable  passage  herewith,  from  this  beauti- \nful production,  for  the  purpose  of  introducing  an  effective  compliment \nfrom  Josiah  Quincy,  then  mayor  of  the  city,  and  because  of  its  patri- \notic spirit : \n\n\"  Fear  not  party  zeal, —  it  is  the  salt  of  your  existence.  There  are \nno  parties  under  a  despotism.  There,  no  man  lingers  round  a  ballot- \nbox  ;  no  man  drinks  the  poison  of  a  licentious  press ;  no  man  plots \ntreason  at  a  debating  society;  no  man  distracts  his  head  about  the  sci- \nence of  government.  All  there  is  a  calm,  unruffled  sea  ;  even  a  dead \nsea  of  black  and  bitter  waters.  But  we  move  upon  a  living  stream, — \nforever  pure,  forever  rolling.  Its  mighty  tide  sometimes  flows  higher \nand  rushes  faster  than  its  wont ;  and,  as  it  bounds  and  foams  and  dashes \nalong,  in  sparkling  violence,  it  now  and  then  throws  up  its  fleecy  cloud. \nBut  this  rises  only  to  disappear  ;  and,  as  it  fades  away  before  the  sun- \nbeams of  intelligence  and  patriotism,  you  behold  upon  its  bosom  the \nrainbow  signal  of  returning  peace,  arching  up  to  declare  that  there  is \nno  danger.\" \n\nOne  may  readily  conceive  the  inspiring  effect  of  such  conceptions  on \nthe  warm  heart  of  Mayor  Quincy.  Doubtless,  this  splendid  oration \nwas  the  theme  of  conversation,  as  the  public  authorities  and  invited \ncitizens  proceeded  in  procession  to  the  State-house,  after  its  delivery; \nand  this  felicitous  sentiment  of  the  mayor  was  spontaneously  elicited \nat  the  dinner  in  Faneuil  Hall :  \"  Real  Genius :  To  which  everything  is \neasy;  which  can  spring  a  rainbow  over  the  tempestuous  sea  of  liberty, \nand  inscribe  its  own  glories  on  the  heavens  with  the  sunbeams  which \nconstitute  it.\"  The  toast  of  the  orator,  on  this  occasion,  was  as  fol- \nlows :  \"  Lords  Temporal  and  Lords  Spiritual :  The  land  where  wisdom \ncreates  the  one,  and  holiness  ordains  the  other ;  and  where  absent  mem- \nbers can  never  vote  away  the  rights  of  the  people  by  proxy.\"  We  will \ngive  another  happily-conceived  sentiment  of  Mr.  Sprague,  at  the  pubhc- \nschool  festival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  August,  1825,  that  should  be  had  in \nperpetual  remembrance  :  \"  May  Boston  boys  remember  that  Benjamin \nFranklin  began  his  career  as  a  hawker  of  ballads  in  their  own  streets, \nand  ended  it  by  making  treaties  with  the  kings  of  Europe.\" \n\nIs  not  the  prediction  of  a  recent  Enghsh  reviewer,  in  writing  on  the \npoetry  of  America,  entirely  gratuitous,  in  stating  that  we  have  not  one \nnational  poet,  and  that  our  forests  must  one  day  drop  down  a  poet \n\n\nCHARLES  SPRAGUE.  417 \n\nwhose  genius  shall  be  worthy  of  their  age,  their  vastitude,  the  beauty \nwhich  they  enclose,  and  the  load  of  gratitude  below  which  they  bend, \n—  when  such  a  poet  as  the  fervent,  patriotic  and  compressive  Charles \nSprague  dwells  among  us,  breathing  such  inspiring  remembrances  of \nour  forefathers  as  are  melodiously  tuned  in  the  Centennial  Ode, — a  pro- \nduction destined  to  be  revived  on  every  Boston  centennial  celebration, \nto  the  end  of  time  7  We  unite  with  the  reviewer,  in  the  hope  that \na  poet  such  as  he  anticipates  will  \"one  day  drop  down\"  upon  our \ncountry ;  but  have  we  not  the  like,  in  Charles  Sprague,  now  breathing \namongst  us '?  We  will  cite  a  passage  to  the  point,  from  this  patriotic \node: \n\n\"  Forget  ?    No,  never  —  ne'er  shall  die \nThose  names  to  memory  dear  ; \nI  read  the  promise  in  each  eye \nThat  beams  upon  me  here. \nDescendants  of  a  twice-recorded  race, \nLong  may  ye  here  your  lofty  lineage  grace  : \n'T  is  not  for  you  home's  tender  tie \nTo  rend,  and  brave  the  waste  of  waves  ; \n'T  is  not  for  you  to  rouse  and  die, \nOr  yield  and  live  a  line  of  slaves  : \nThe  deeds  of  danger  and  of  death  are  done  ; \nUpheld  by  inward  power  alone, \nUnhonored  by  the  world's  loud  tongue, \n'T  is  yours  to  do  unknown, \nAnd  then  to  die  unsung. \nTo  other  days,  to  other  men,  belong \nThe  penman's  plaudit  and  the  poet's  song  ; \nEnough  for  glory  has  been  wrought ; \nBy  you  be  humbler  praises  sought ; \nIn  peace  and  truth  life's  journey  run, \nAnd  keep  unsullied  what  your  fathers  won.\" \n\nThe  irrepressible  thought  within  him,  says  a  reviewer  of  Sprague, \nis  the  only  motive  that  will  account  for  his  productions.  In  his  poetry, \nafter  the  presence  of  those  general  qualities  that  are  indispensable  to \nevery  poet, —  imagination,  a  seeing  eye,  mental  vigor,  an  artist's  sense \nof  proportion,  and  a  rich  command  of  expression, —  the  chief  quality \nto  be  noticed  is  his  severe  and  chaste  simplicity.  This  is  his  peculiar- \nity: either  he  must  exercise  a  rigid  power  of  exclusion  in  his  compo- \nsition, or  else  there  never  was  a  creative  mind  more  unvisited  by \nconfused  conceptions,  incongruous  images,  or  artificial  conceits.  His \nwords  are  as  clear  as  his  thoughts ;  his  style  is  as  transparent  as  his \nspirit.     What  an  immense  distance  separates  him  from  the  whole  mul- \n\n\n418  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\ntitudinous  progeny  of  modern  misty  rhapsodists  and  verse  fanciers,  so \ndesperately  determined  on  originality,  that  if  they  cannot  give  it  to  us \nin  the  idea,  they  will  make  up  for  it  in  outlandishness  of  phraseology, \nand  give  us  specimens  of  grand  and  lofty  tumbling,  on  an  arena  of  fog \nand  moonbeams  !  It  is  getting  to  be  understood  that  a  mind  of  native \nforce,  thirsting  for  wisdom,  and  having  a  message  to  utter,  will  proclaim \nitself  as  certainly  from  some  East  Lidia  House,  SheflBeld  smithy, \nLondon  reporter's  desk,  or  Globe  Bank  in  Boston,  as  from  the  walks \nof  the  professions.  And,  on  the  other  hand,  it  is  a  thing  not  altogether \nunknown,  that  a  blockhead  should  find  his  way  into  and  quite  through \na  university.  It  is  not  worth  while  to  be  paralyzed  with  amazement  at \neither  spectacle,  as  if  it  were  a  miracle.  Mr.  Sprague's  Avritings  have \nno  occasion  to  derive  any  adventitious  distinction  from  the  fact  that \ntheir  author  handles  bank-notes.  They  have  been  judged  by  their \nmerits,  and  can  afford  to  be. \n\nThere  needs  no  inscription  to  the  memory  of  Charles  Sprague,  beside \nthat  of  Thomas  Campbell,  on  the  Poet's  Corner,  in  Westminster \nAbbey : \n\n\"  My  Shakspeare,  rise  !    I  will  not  lodge  thee  by \nChaucer  or  Spenser  ;  or  bid  Beaumont  lie \nA  little  further  to  make  thee  a  room  ; \nThou  art  a  monument  without  a  tomb, \nAnd  art  alive  still,  while  thy  book  doth  live, \nAnd  we  have  wits  to  read,  and  praise  to  give.\" \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY. \n\nJULY  4,  1826.    FOR  THE    CITY    AUTHORITIES. \n\nThis  second  oration  of  the  senior  Quincy  breathes  fervently  the \nspirit  of  patriotism.  He  says:  \"  Parents  and  children  !  We  have \ncome  to  the  altar  of  our  common  faith,  not  like  the  Carthaginian,  to \nswear  enmity  to  another  nation,  but,  in  the  spirit  of  obedience,  and \nunder  a  sense  of  moral  and  religious  obligation,  to  inquire  what  it  is  to \nfulfil  well  our  duty  to  ourselves  and  our  posterity.  And  while  we  pass \nbefore  our  eyes,  in  long  array,  the  outspread  images  of  our  fathers' \nvirtues,  let  us  strive  to  excite  in  our  own  bosoms,  and  enkindle  in  each \n\n\nWILLIAM  EMMONS.  419 \n\nother's,  that  intense  and  sacred  zeal  by  which  their  patriotism  was  ani- \nmated and  refined.  Fifty  years  after  the  occurrence  of  the  greatest \nof  our  national  events,  we  gather  with  our  children  around  the  tombs \nof  our  fathers,  as  we  trust, —  and  may  Heaven  so  grant !  —  fifty  years \nhence,  those  children  will  gather  around  ours,  in  the  spirit  of  gratitude \nand  honor,  to  contemplate  their  glory,  to  seek  the  lessons  suggested  by \ntheir  example,  and  to  examine  the  principles  on  which  they  laid  the \nfoundations  of  their  country's  prosperity  and  greatness.\" \n\n\nWILLIAM   EMMONS. \n\nJULY  4,  1826.    VOLUNTEER. \n\nWas  son  of  Richard,  the  hair-dresser,  and  was  bom  in  Boston,  Feb. \n27, 1792.  He  married  Mary  Gushing,  of  Weymouth,  and  was  brother \nof  Dr.  Richard  Emmons,  author  of  The  Fredoniad,  a  patriotic  poem \nin  four  volumes,  which  he  dehvered  to  subscribers  in  a  tour  of  the  States \nfor  that  purpose.  He  was  a  self-nominated  candidate  for  representa- \ntive, in  May,  1826.  On  the  day  previous  to  the  election,  our  orator \nadvertised  in  Col.  Knapp's  Gazette,  and  circulated  handbills,  asserting \nhis  claims ;  and,  on  the  day  of  election,  rode  around  on  horseback  to \nall  the  wards,  urging  the  support  of  the  people ;  and  received  eight \nhundred  and  fifty-three  votes.  On  the  next  day,  Emmons  returned  a \nborrowed  coat  to  his  tailor,  defaced  by  rotten  eggs  which  had  been \nthrown  at  him.  His  oration  and  poem  were  for  sale  fresh  from  his \nhands,  directly  after  dehvery.  He  has  been  an  inmate  of  the  hospital \nat  Worcester,  and  pronounced  vividly  insane.  He  was  fluent  at  Fan- \neuil  Hall ;  and  once  exclaimed,  at  a  debate  on  the  South  Boston  Bridge \nquestion,  \"  lean  well  remember  when  South  Boston  was  a  howling  wil- \nderness !  \"  In  1825  he  held  forth  on  the  Boston  Massacre,  and  in  1826 \non  the  Battle  of  Lexington.  Col.  Knapp,  of  the  Boston  Gazette,  once \ndrew  an  ingenious  parallel  between  John  Randolph  and  orator  Emmons. \nHe  was  private  secretary  to  Richard  M.  Johnson.  We  have  seen  Pendle- \nton's lithographic  drawing  of  Johnston's  caricature  of  Emmons,  the \n\"Professor  of  Oratory,\"  in  a  rhetorical  attitude,  with  his  arm  out- \n\n\n420  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwhicli  was  inscribed,  \"  Emmons'  Inaugural  Speech,\"  in  anticipation  of \nan  election,  with  four  lines  appended  from  Beattie,  as  follows : \n\n\"  Ah  !  who  can  tell  how  hard  it  is  to  climb \n\nThe  steep  where  Fame's  proud  temple  shines  afar  ? \nAh  !  who  can  tell  how  many  a  soul  sublime \nHas  felt  the  influence  of  malignant  star  ?  \" \n\nIt  is  a  singular  fact  in  relation  to  Emmons,  that  he  has  delivered  an \noration  on  nearly  every  battle-field  of  the  Revolution. \n\n\nDAVID   LEE   CHILD. \n\nJULY  4,  1826.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  bom  at  West  Boylston;  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in \n1817,  when  he  took  part  in  a  disputation,  whether  the  power  of  elo- \nquence be  diminished  by  the  progress  of  literature  and  science  ;  became \na  teacher  in  the  Boston  Latin  School,  and  married  Lydia  Maria  Francis, \nauthor  of  the  Boston  Rebels.  He  was  private  secretary  to  Gen.  Dear- \nborn, when  minister  to  Portugal,  and  was  an  officer  in  the  Spanish \nAmerican  service ;  was  captain  of  the  Independent  Fusileers :  brigade \nmajor  and  member  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery ;  was  a \nBoston  representative  in  1827;  an  editor  of  the  Massachusetts  Whig; \nbecame  a  zealous  aboHtionist,  and  was  author  of  a  pamphlet  on  the \nBlessings  of  Freedom ;  was  a  manufacturer  of  beet-sugar,  and  settled \nin  the  western  country.  He  was  a  fine  classical  writer,  and  very \ntenacious  of  his  opinions.  His  oration  on  National  Independence  is  a \nhighly  spirited,  classical,  and  patriotic  performance.  We  will  quote  a \npassage  :  \"Dr.  Johnson,  the  pensioned  advocate  of  passive  submission, \nthe  ministerial  pamphleteer  of  the  American  Revolution,  derives  one \nof  his  best  titles  to  respect  and  admiration  from  a  temporary  exhibition, \non  one  occasion,  of  that  inflexible  firmness  and  proud  independence  of \ncharacter  wliich  belong  peculiarly  to  republicans.  We  admire  him  for \nhis  indignant,  yet  decorous,  reply  to  Lord  Chesterfield, — for  his  Roman- \nlike contempt  of  title  and  wealth,  coupled  with  meanness  and  hypoc- \nrisy ;  and  it  may  be  safely  asserted  that  Chesterfield,  with  all  his  wit, \nhis  learning,  and  his  eloquence, —  all  the  triumphs  of  the  drawing- \nroom  and  the  honors  of  the  peerage, —  has  left  no  action, — nay,  that  all \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  421 \n\nhis  actions  together,  his  accomplishments,  his  speeches,  his  sayings \nand  his  polished  letters ;  —  all  do  not  occupy  so  large  a  space,  in  the \nmemory  and  admiration  of  men,  as  that  single  republican  letter,  in \nwhich  the  lexicographer  repels  the  cold  and  selfish  patronage  of  the \npeer.  Where  his  own  feelings  and  dignity  were  concerned,  Johnson \ncould  assume  the  port  and  bearing  of  a  Roman ;  but,  when  there  was \nnothing  at  stake  but  the  dignity  and  prosperity  of  these  distant  colo- \nnies, who,  he  said,  '  did  not  know  how  to  reaxl,'  he  shrunk  again  into \nthe  obsequious  courtier,  bribed  by  an  exchequer  warrant,  and  excited \nto  childish  glee  by  a  word  and  a  smile  from  majesty.\" \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER \n\nAUGUST  2,  1826.    EULOGY  ON  ADAMS  AND  JEFFERSON. \n\nThe  popular  sentiment  is  more  powerfully  influenced  by  the  ora- \ntions and  speeches  that  perpetually  rise  and  enter  the  public  mind, \nthan  by  any  other  medium,  our  free  press  only  excepted ;  and,  though \nour  poets  often  provide  our  orators  with  rockets,  shells  and  artillery, \nand  sometimes  win  their  battles,  they  are  never  so  well  rewarded  for \ntheir  genius  as  the  political  orator.  What  Napoleon  once  said, — \nthat  four  hostile  newspapers  are  more  to  be  feared  than  a  hundred \nthousand  bayonets, —  may  be  very  properly  applied  to  such  men  as \nDaniel  Webster  and  Edwaixl  Everett,  in  their  power  over  the  people. \nAs  the  orations  of  Demosthenes  and  Cicero  have  passed  onward  from \nage  to  age,  and  have  been  received  by  successive  generations  with  the \nsame  sense  of  force  and  freshness  as  when  first  published,  so  the  con- \ndensed orations  of  Webster  and  Everett  are  destined  to  become  the \nclassics  of  all  posterity,  and  receive  like  veneration.  Indeed,  we  know \nnot  the  political  orators  of  America  who  have  unfolded  the  principles \nof  our  constitution  with  more  power  and  beauty ;  and  the  masculine \nvigor  of  Daniel  Webster  forcibly  reminds  one  of  the  hon-hearted  Rich- \nard, in  Scott's  Crusaders,  whose  muscular  power  was  so  effective  that \nhe  would  sever  a  massive  bar  of  iron  with  his  broad-sword  as  readily  as \nthe  woodman  rends  a  sapling  with  a  hedging-bill ;  while  the  rhetorical \n36 \n\n\n422  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\npower  of  Edward  Everett  resembles  the  sultan  Saladin,  with  his \nnicely-curved  scimitar,  marked  with  meandering  lines,  who  applied  its \nfine  edge  so  dexterously  to  a  silken  cushion,  that  it  seemed  rather  to \nfall  asunder  than  to  divide  by  force. \n\nThe  eloquent  eulogy  of  Mr.  Webster,  named  at  the  head  of  this  arti- \ncle, was  pronounced  on  a  day  selected,  it  is  said,  as  peculiarly  suitable, \nfor  the  reason  that  it  was  the  day  when  the  signers  of  the  Declaration \nof  Independence  who  had  not  given  their  signatures  on  the  fourth  of \nJuly,  1776,  rendered  it  complete  by  aflBxing  their  names.  The  body \nof  Cassar  was  not  so  much  the  object  of  solemn  curiosity,  as  was  the \neulogy  of  Mark  Antony  on  his  character ;  and,  if  possible,  as  intense \nwas  the  interest,  on  this  occasion,  to  listen  to  Webster's  eulogy  on  the \ngreat  statesmen.  Never,  since  the  pathetic  oration  of  Morton  over  the \nremains  of  Warren,  was  there  a  more  thrilling  eflTort,  in  this  country, \non  a  similar  occasion.  \"Although  no  sculptured  marble  should  rise \nto  their  memory,\"  said  Webster,  \"nor  engraved  stone  bear  record  of \ntheir  deeds,  yet  will  their  remembrance  be  as  lasting  as  the  land  they \nhonored.  Marble  columns  may,  indeed,  moulder  into  dust,  time  may \nerase  all  impress  from  the  crumbling  stone  ;  but  their  fame  remains, — \nfor  with  American  hberty  only  can  it  perish.\"  The  conception  of  the \nappellation  of  \"the  godlike  Webster\"  was  originated  by  the  delivery \nof  this  inimitable  eulogy.  The  editor  of  the  National  Philanthropist, \nthe  first  temperance  editor  in  the  Union,  in  enlarging  on  its  extreme \nbeauty,  in  that  journal,  on  the  sixth  day  of  August,  remarks :  \"To \nsay  of  this  production  that  it  was  eloquent,  would  be  too  common  an \nexpression  to  apply  to  such  a  performance.  It  was  profound, —  it  was \nsublime, —  it  was  godlike.\"  This  remark  was  heralded  over  the  land \nas  of  party  origin,  and  was  long  the  source  of  levity  and  sarcasm.  It \nis  our  opinion  that  the  first  patriot  who  received  this  superlative  appel- \nlation was  Joseph  Warren,  as  may  be  seen  in  a  poetical  tribute \nwritten  shortly  after  his  decease,  and  appended  to  the  memoir  in  this \nvolume. \n\n\"It  has,  perhaps,\"  remarks  Edward  Everett,  in  his  biography  of \nWebster,  \"  never  been  the  fortune  of  an  orator  to  treat  a  subject  in  all \nrespects  so  extraordinary  as  that  which  called  forth  the  eulogy  on \nAdams  and  Jefierson ;  a  subject  in  which  the  characters  commemo- \nrated, the  field  of  action,  the  magnitude  of  the  events,  and  the  pecuhar \npersonal  relations,  were  so  important  and  unusual.  Certainly,  it  is \nnot  extravagant  to  add,  that  no  similar  effort  of  oratory  was  ever  more \n\n\nDANIEL   WEBSTER.  423 \n\ncompletely  successful.  The  speech  ascribed  to  John  Adams,  in  the \nContinental  Congress,  on  the  subject  of  declaring  the  independence  of \nthe  colonies, —  a  speech,  of  which  the  topics,  of  course,  present  them- \nselves on  the  most  superficial  consideration  of  the  subject,  but  of  which \na  few  hints  only  of  what  was  actually  said  are  supplied  by  the  letters \nand  diaries  of  Mr.  Adams, —  is  not  excelled  by  anything  of  the  kind  in \nour  language.  Few  things  have  taken  so  strong  a  hold  of  the  public \nmind.  It  thrills  and  delights  alike  the  student  of  history,  Avho  recog- \nnizes it  at  once  as  the  creation  of  the  orator,  and  the  common  reader, \nwho  takes  it  to  be  the  composition,  not  of  Mr.  Webster,  but  of  Mr. \nAdams.  From  the  time  the  eulogy  was  delivered,  to  the  present  day, \nthe  inquiry  has  been  often  made  and  repeated, —  sometimes  even  in \nletters  addressed  to  Webster  himself, —  whether  this  exquisite  appeal \nis  his  or  Mr.  Adams'.\" \n\nBefore  introducing  the  passage  from  Webster's  eulogy,  we  will \nquote,  from  the  autobiography  of  John  Adams,  his  own  remarks  in \nrelation  to  his  own  speech  on  that  august  occasion.  We  find  it  under \ndate  of  July  1,  1776  :  \"It  has  been  said,  by  some  of  our  historians, \nthat  I  began  by  an  invocation  to  the  god  of  eloquence.  This  is  a  mis- \nrepresentation. Nothing  so  puerile  as  this  fell  from  me.  I  began  by \nsaying  that  this  was  the  first  time  of  my  life  that  I  had  ever  wished \nfor  the  talents  and  eloquence  of  the  ancient  orators  of  Greece  and \nRome,  for  I  was  very  sure  that  none  of  them  ever  had  before  him  a \nquestion  of  more  importance  to  his  country  and  to  the  world.  They \nwould,  probably,  upon  less  occasions  than  this,  have  begun  by  solemn \ninvocations  to  their  divinities  for  assistance ;  but  the  question  before \nme  appeared  so  simple,  that  I  had  confidence  enough  in  the  plain \nunderstanding  and  common  sense  that  had  been  given  me,  to  believe \nthat  I  could  answer,  to  the  satisfaction  of  the  House,  all  the  arguments \nwhich  had  been  produced,  notwithstanding  the  abilities  which  had  been \ndisplayed,  and  the  eloquence  with  which  they  had  been  enforced.  Mr. \nDickinson,  some  years  afterwards,  published  his  speech.  I  had  made \nno  preparation  beforehand,  and  never  committed  any  minutes  of  mine \nto  writing.  But,  if  I  had  a  copy  of  Mr.  Dickinson's  before  me, \nwould  now,  after  nine-and-twenty  years  have  elapsed,  endeavor  to \nrecollect  mine.\" \n\nFor  masculine  power,  there  is  no  rhetoric  in  the  whole  range  of  our \nnational  oratory  excelling  the  imagined  speech  of  our  great  Nestor, \nwhich  is  here  introduced  with  the  preceding  supposed  remarks  of  John \n\n\n424  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nDickinson,  of  Delaware,  an  over-cautious  member  of  the  same  patriotic \nassembly,  -who,  though  he  never  signed  the  Declaration  of  Independ- \nence, stated  afterwards  that  he  was  the  only  member  who  marched  to \nface  the  enemy. \n\nIn  allusion  to  the  Continental  Congress,  which  was  about  to  decide \na  question  involving  the  fate  of  the  colonies,  Mr.  Webster  says : \n\"  Let  us  open  their  doors,  and  look  in  upon  their  deliberations.  Let \nus  survey  the  anxious  and  care-worn  countenances,  let  us  hear  the \nfirm-toned  voices,  of  this  band  of  patriots. \n\n' '  Hancock  presides  over  the  solemn  sitting  ;  and  one  of  those  not \nyet  prepared  to  pronounce  for  absolute  independence  is  on  the  floor, \nand  is  urging  his  reasons  for  dissenting  from  the  declaration  : \n\n\"  '  Let  us  pause  !  This  step,  once  taken,  cannot  be  retraced.  This \nresolution,  once  passed,  will  cut  off  all  hope  of  reconciliation.  If  success \nattend  the  arms  of  England,  we  shall  then  be  no  longer  colonies,  with \ncharters,  and  with  privileges ;  these  will  all  be  forfeited  by  this  act ; \nand  we  shall  be  in  the  condition  of  other  conquered  people,  at  the \nmercy  of  the  conquerors.  For  ourselves,  we  may  be  ready  to  run  the \nhazard, —  but  are  we  ready  to  carry  the  country  to  that  length?  Is \nsuccess  so  probable  as  to  justify  it  7  Where  is  the  military,  where  the \nnaval  power,  by  which  we  are  to  resist  the  whole  strength  of  the  arm \nof  England  ?  —  for  she  will  exert  that  strength  to  the  utmost.  Can  we \nrely  on  the  constancy  and  perseverance  of  the  people  1  or  will  they \nnot  act  as  the  people  of  other  countries  have  acted,  and,  wearied  with \na  long  war,  submit,  in  the  end,  to  a  worse  oppression?  While  we \nstand  on  our  old  ground,  and  insist  on  redress  of  grievances,  we  know \nAve  are  right,  and  are  not  answerable  for  consequences.  Nothing, \nthen,  can  be  imputable  to  us.  But  if  we  now  change  our  object, \ncarry  our  pretensions  further,  and  set  up  for  absolute  independence,  we \nshall  lose  the  sympathy  of  mankind.  We  shall  no  longer  be  defending \nwhat  we  possess,  but  struggling  for  something  which  we  never  did \npossess,  and  Avhich  we  have  solemnly  and  uniformly  disclaimed  all \nintention  of  pursuing,  from  the  very  outset  of  the  troubles.  Aban- \ndoning thus  our  old  ground,  of  resistance  only  to  arbitrary  acts  of \noppression,  the  nations  will  believe  the  whole  to  have  been  mere  pre- \ntence, and  they  will  look  on  us,  not  as  injured,  but  as  ambitious, \nsubjects.  I  shudder,  before  this  responsibility.  It  will  be  on  us,  if, \nrelinquishing  the  ground  we  have  stood  on  so  long,  and  stood  on  so \nsafely,  we  now  proclaim  independence,  and  carry  on  the  war  for  that \n\n\nDANIEL   WEBSTER.  425 \n\nobject,  while  these  cities  burn,  these  pleasant  fields  whiten  and  bleach \nwith  the  bones  of  their  owners,  and  these  streams  run  blood.  It  will \nbe  upon  us,  it  will  be  upon  us,  if,  failing  to  maintain  this  unseasoned \nand  ill-judged  declaration,  a  sterner  despotism,  maintained  by  military \npower,  shall  be  established  over  our  posterity, —  when  we  ourselves, \ngiven  up  by  an  exhausted,  a  harassed,  a  misled  people,  shall  have \nexpiated  our  rashness  and  atoned  for  our  presumption,  on  the  scaf- \nfold ! ' \n\n\"  It  was  for  Mr.  Adams  to  reply  to  arguments  like  these.  We \nknow  his  opinions,  and  we  know  his  character.  He  would  commence \nwith  his  accustomed  directness  and  earnestness  : \n\n\"  '  Sink  or  swim,  live  or  die,  survive  or  perish,  I  give  my  hand  and \nmy  heart  to  this  vote.  It  is  true,  indeed,  that,  in  the  beginning,  we \naimed  not  at  independence.  But  there  's  a  divinity  which  shapes  our \nends.  The  injustice  of  England  has  driven  us  to  arms  ;  and,  blinded  to \nher  own  interest  for  our  good,  she  has  obstinately  persisted,  till  independ- \nence is  now  within  our  grasp.  We  have  but  to  reach  forth  to  it,  and \nit  is  ours.  Why,  then,  should  we  defer  the  declaration  ?  Is  any  man \nso  weak  as  now  to  hope  for  a  reconciliation  with  England,  which  shall \nleave  either  safety  to  the  country  and  its  liberties,  or  safety  to  his  own \nlife,  and  his  own  honor'/  Are  not  you,  sir,  who  sit  in  that  chair, — \nis  not  he,  our  venerable  colleague  near  you, —  are  you  not  both  already \nthe  proscribed  and  predestined  objects  of  punishment  and  of  ven- \ngeance ?  Cut  off  from  all  hope  of  royal  clemency,  what  are  you,  what \ncan  you  be,  while  the  power  of  England  remains,  but  outlaws  7  If  we \npostpone  independence,  do  we  mean  to  carry  on,  or  to  give  up,  the \nwar  1  Do  we  mean  to  submit  to  the  measures  of  Parliament,  Boston \nPort  Bill  and  all  ?  Do  we  mean  to  submit,  and  consent  that  we  our- \nselves shall  be  ground  to  powder,  and  our  country  and  its  rights \ntrodden  down  in  the  dust  7  I  know  we  do  not  mean  to  submit.  We \nnever  shall  submit.  Do  we  intend  to  violate  that  most  solemn  oblio^a- \ntion  ever  entered  into  by  men,  that  plighting,  before  God,  of  our  sacred \nhonor  to  Washington,  when,  putting  him  forth  to  incur  the  dangers  of \nwar,  as  well  as  the  political  hazards  of  the  times,  we  promised  to  adhere \nto  him,  in  every  extremity,  with  our  fortunes  and  our  lives  7  I  know \nthere  is  not  a  man  here  who  would  not  rather  see  a  general  conflagra- \ntion sweep  over  the  land,  or  an  earthquake  sink  it,  than  one  jot  or \ntittle  of  that  phghted  faith  fall  to  the  ground.  For  myself,  having, \ntwelve  months  ago,  in  this  place,  moved  you  that  George  Washington \n36* \n\n\n426  THE    HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nbe  appointed  commander  of  the  forces,  raised  or  to  be  raised,  for \ndefence  of  American  liberty,  may  my  right  hand  forget  her  cunning, \nand  my  tongue  cleave  to  the  roof  of  my  mouth,  if  I  hesitate  or  waver \nin  the  support  I  give  him.  The  war,  then,  must  go  on.  We  must \nfight  it  through.  And  if  the  war  must  go  on,  why  put  off  longer  the \ndeclaration  of  independence  ?  That  measure  will  strengthen  us.  It \nwill  give  us  character  abroad.  The  nations  will  then  treat  with  us, \nwhich  they  never  can  do  while  we  acknowledge  ourselves  subjects,  in \narms  against  our  sovereign.  Nay,  I  maintain  that  England,  herself, \nwill  sooner  treat  for  peace  with  us  on  the  footing  of  independence, \nthan  consent,  by  repealing  her  acts,  to  acknowledge  that  her  whole \nconduct  towards  us  has  been  a  course  of  injustice  and  oppression. \nHer  pride  will  be  less  wounded,  by  submitting  to  that  course  of  things \nwhich  now  predestinates  our  independence,  than  by  yielding  the  points \nin  controversy  to  her  rebellious  subjects.  The  former  she  would \nregard  as  the  result  of  fortune  ;  the  latter  she  would  feel  as  her  own \ndeep  disgrace.  \"V^Hiy,  then, —  why,  then,  sir,  do  we  not,  as  soon  as \npossible,  change  this  from  a  civil  to  a  national  war  ?  And,  since  we \nmust  fight  it  through,  why  not  put  ourselves  in  a  state  to  enjoy  all  the \nbenefits  of  victory,  if  we  gain  the  victory '? \n\n\"  '  If  we  fail,  it  can  be  no  worse  for  us.  But  we  shall  not  fail.  The \ncause  will  raise  up  armies  ;  the  cause  will  create  navies.  The  people, \nthe  people,  if  we  are  true  to  them,  will  carry  us,  and  will  carry  them- \nselves, gloriously,  through  this  struggle.  I  care  not  how  fickle  other \npeople  have  been  found.  I  know  the  people  of  these  colonies  ;  and  I \nknow  that  resistance  to  British  aggression  is  deep  and  settled  in  their \nhearts,  and  cannot  be  eradicated.  Every  colony,  indeed,  has  expressed \nits  willingness  to  follow,  if  we  but  take  the  lead.  Sir,  the  declaration \nwill  inspire  the  people  with  increased  courage.  Instead  of  a  long  and \nbloody  war  for  restoration  of  privileges,  for  redress  of  grievances,  for \nchartered  immunities,  held  under  a  British  king,  set  before  them  the \nglorious  object  of  entire  independence,  and  it  will  breathe  into  them \nanew  the  breath  of  life.  Read  this  declaration  at  the  head  of  the  army ; \nevery  sword  will  be  drawn  from  its  scabbard,  and  the  solemn  vow \nuttered,  to  maintain  it,  or  to  perish  on  the  bed  of  honor.  Publish  it \nfrom  the  pulpit ;  religion  will  approve  it,  and  the  love  of  religious  lib- \nerty will  cling  round  it,  resolved  to  stand  with  it,  or  fall  with  it.  Send \nit  to  the  public  halls ;  proclaim  it  there  ;  let  them  hear  it  who  heard \nthe  first  roar  of  the  enemy's  cannon ;  let  them  see  it  who  saw  their \n\n\nDANIEL   WEBSTER.  42T \n\nbrothers  and  their  sons  fall  on  the  field  of  Bunker  Hill,  and  in  the \nstreets  of  Lexington  and  Concord,  and  the  very  walls  will  cry  out  in \nits  support. \n\n\"  '  Sir,  I  know  the  uncertainty  of  human  affairs,  but  I  see,  I  see \nclearly,  through  this  day's  business.  You  and  I,  indeed,  may  rue  if. \nWe  may  not  live  to  the  time  when  this  declaration  shall  be  made  good. \nWe  may  die ;  die,  colonists  ;  die,  slaves ;  die,  it  may  be,  ignominiously \nand  on  the  scaffold.  Be  it  so.  Be  it  so.  If  it  be  the  pleasure  of \nHeaven  that  my  country  shall  require  the  poor  offering  of  my  life,  the \nvictim  shall  be  ready  at  the  appointed  hour  of  sacrifice,  come  when \nthat  hour  may.  But.  while  I  do  live,  let  me  have  a  country, —  or, \nat  least,  the  hope  of  a  country, —  and  that  a  free  country  ! \n\n\"  'But,  whatever  maybe  our  fate,  be  assured,  be  assured,  that \nthis  declaration  will  stand.  It  may  cost  treasure,  and  it  may  cost \nblood;  but  it  will  stand,  and  it  will  richly  compensate  for  both. \nThrough  the  thick  gloom  of  the  present,  I  see  the  brightness  of  the \nfuture,  as  the  sun  in  heaven.  We  shall  make  this  a  glorious,  an \nimmortal  day.  When  we  are  in  our  graves,  our  children  will  honor  it. \nThey  will  celebrate  it,  with  thanksgiving,  with  festivity,  with  bonfires, \nand  illuminations.  On  its  annual  return,  they  will  shed  tears, —  copi- \nous, gushing  tears, —  not  of  subjection  and  slavery,  not  of  agony  and \ndistress,  but  of  exultation,  of  gratitude,  and  of  joy.  Sir.  before  God, \nI  believe  the  hour  is  come.  My  judgment  approves  this  measure,  and \nmy  whole  heart  is  in  it.  All  that  I  have,  and  all  that  I  am,  and  all \nthat  I  hope,  in  this  life,  I  am  now  ready  here  to  stake  upon  it ;  and  I \nleave  off,  as  I  begun,  that,  five  or  die,  survive  or  perish,  I  am  for  the \ndeclaration.  It  is  my  living  sentiment,  and,  by  the  blessing  of  God, \nit  shall  be  my  dying  sentiment; — independence  now,  and  inde- \npendence FOREVER.'  \" \n\nDaniel  Webster  was  a  son  of  Hon.  Ebenezer  Webster ;  was  born  in \nSalisbury,  N.  H.,  Jan.  18,  1782,  and  was  the  ninth  of  ten  children. \nThat  portion  of  his  native  place  is  now  a  part  of  Franklin.  His  mother \nwas  Abigail  Eastman,  the  second  wife,  and  a  lady  of  superior  intellect.  T \nThe  house  in  which  he  was  born  has  been  demolished,  and  not  a  vestige \nof  it  remains,  but  the  cellar.  The  old  eliii,  planted  by  his  father \nsixty  years  ago,  near  the  paternal  dwelling,  with  its  luxuriant \nbranches,  still  flourishes  there ;  and,  not  far  distant,  runs  Punch  Brook, \nnow  diminished  to  a  little  rivulet.  The  old  well,  in  which  hung  an \niron-bound  bucket,  remains,  with  water  as  pure  as  ever.     The  house \n\n\n428  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nin  which  Daniel  was  born  stood  on  the  north  road,  far  up  the  western \nhill  bordering  the  valley  of  the  Merriraac.     In  his  youthful  days,  he \nshowed  great  eagerness  for  learning,  and  his  constitution  was  thought \ntoo  frail  for  any  physical  pursuit ;  therefore,  more  advantages  were  ren- \ndered to  him  than  to  the  other  boys  of  the  family.     His  first  teacher \nwas  Thomas   Chase.     He  could  read  tolerably  well,  and  wrote  a  fair \nhand,  but  spelling  was  not  his  forte.     His  second  master  was  James \nTappan,  now  living,  at  an  advanced  age,  in  Gloucester,   Mass.     His \nqualifications  as  a   teacher  far  exceeded   those  of  Mr.  Chase.     The \nworthy  veteran,  now  dignified  with  the  title  of  Colonel,  feels  a  pride, \nit  may  well  be  supposed,  in  the  fame  of  his  quondam  friend.     At  this \nperiod  he  contracted  a  great  passion  for  books,  having  access  to  the \nlibrary  of  Thomas  W.  Thompson,  a  young  lawyer  who  boarded  in  his \nfather's  family ;  and  it  is  related,  that,  before  he  was  fourteen  years \nof  age,  he  became  very  familiar  with  the  Bible  and  the  poetry  of  Isaac \nWatts,  and  could  recite  the  whole  of  Pope's  Essay  on  Man.     On  the \n25th  of  May,  1796,  his  fiither  mounted  his  horse,  and  young  Daniel \nmounted  another,  when  they  proceeded  to  Exeter  Academy,  under  the \nsupervision  of  Dr.  Benjamin  Abbot.     Mr.  Webster  relates  of  himself \nat  this  time,  in  his  autobiography  :   \"My  first  lessons  in  Latin  were \nrecited  to  Joseph  Stevens  Buckminster,  at  that  time  an  assistant  at  the \nacademy.     I  made  tolerable  progress  in  all  the  branches  I  attended  to \nunder  his  instruction ;  but  there  was  one  thing  I  could  not  do, —  I \ncould  not  speak  before  the  school.     The  kind  and  excellent  Buck- \nminster, especially,  sought  to  persuade  me  to  perform  the  exercise \nof  declamation,  like  the  other  boys, —  but  I  could  not  do  it.     Many  a \npiece  did  I  commit  to  memory,  and  rehearse  in  my  own  room,  over \nand  over  again ;  but,  when  the  day  came,  when  the  school  collected, \nwhen  my  name  was  called,  and  I  saw  all  eyes  turned  upon  my  seat,  I \ncould  not  raise  myself  from  it.     Sometimes   the   masters   frowned ; \nsometimes  they   smiled.     Mr.  Buckminster  always  pressed  and  en- \ntreated, with  the  most  winning  kindness,  that  I  would  only  venture \nout ;  but  I  could  not  command  sufficient  resolution, —  and,  when  the \noccasion  was  over,  I  went  home,  and  wept  bitter  tears  of  mortifica- \ntion.\"    The  editor  acknowledges  the  liberal  use  of  Everett's  Memoir \nand  March's   Reminiscences   of   the   great   statesman ;    and  the  fol- \nlowing detail  of  further  incidents   in  his  early  life  he  gleans  from \nProfessor  Edwin  D.  Sanborn,  who  received  the  relation  from  the  hp3 \nof  Mr.  Webster,  and  wrote  the  detail  on  the  same  day : \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER,  429 \n\n\"  From  the  day  when  he  entered  Exeter  Academy,  at  the  age  of \nfourteen,  to  this  hour,  his  life  has  been  one  uninterrupted  scene  of \nmental  toil.  Aged  men,  who  were  familiar  with  his  early  life,  men- \ntion, among  their  earliest  recollections  of  his  childhood,  a  fondness  for \nbooks  above  his  years.  His  father  kept  open  door  for  all  travellers. \nThe  teamsters,  who  came  from  the  north,  were  accustomed  to  say, \nwhen  they  arrived  at  Judge  Webster's  house,  '  Come,  let  us  give  our \nhorses  some  oats,  and  go  in  and  hear  little  Dan  read  a  Psalm.'  They \nalways  called  for  him  ;  and,  leaning  upon  their  long  whip-stocks,  list- \nened with  delighted  attention  to  the  elocution  of  the  young  orator.  This \nfondness  for  books  first  prompted  his  father  to  give  him  a  better  edu- \ncation than  the  district  school  afforded.  At  Exeter,  he  had  no  peer  in \nsuccessful  and  accurate  study.  His  residence  there  was  brief  The \nlimited  means  of  his  father  would  not  warrant  the  expense  of  a  con- \ntinued residence  at  that  academy.  A  cheaper  method  of  preparing  him \nfor  college  was  devised.  He  was  placed  under  the  care  of  Rev.  Sam- \nuel Wood,  of  Boscawen,  who  received  pupils  into  his  family  on  very \nmoderate  terms.  On  entering  this  family,  his  father  revealed  to  him \nhis  intention  of  sending  him  to  college.  The  announcement  was \nreceived  with  unbounded  exultation.  No  Roman  consul  ever  received \nwith  greater  joy  a  senatorial  decree  for  a  triumph  I  Under  Dr.  Wood's \ntuition,  with  but  an  imperfect  knowledge  of  the  rudiments  of  the  Latin \ntongue,  he  read  one  hundred  verses  of  Virgil  at  a  lesson.  He  not  only \nread  but  interpreted  the  poet.  He  understood  and  relished  his  polished \ndiction.  The  Enghsh  dress  which  the  young  student  put  upon  the \nold  Roman  became  him.  His  recreations  then  were  the  same  which \nhave  occupied  his  leisure  hours  in  later  life.  In  his  rambles  among \nthe  neighboring  woods,  his  rifle  was  his  constant  companion : \n\n•  linoque  solebat  et  hamo \n\n\nDecipere,  et  calamo  salientes  ducere  pisces.' \n\n\"His  kind  Mentor  once  ventured  to  suggest  his  fears  lest  young \nDaniel's  example,  in  devoting  so  much  time  to  his  favorite  amusements, \nmight  prove  injurious  to  the  other  boys.  He  did  not  complain  that \nhis  task  was  neglected,  or  that  any  lesson  was  imperfectly  prepared. \nThis  suggestion  was  sufficient.  The  sensitive  boy  could  not  bear  the \nsuspicion  of  any  dereliction  of  duty.  The  next  night  was  devoted  to \nstudy.  No  sleep  visited  his  eyes.  His  teacher  appeared,  in  the  morn- \ning, to  hear  his  recitation.    He  read  his  hundred  lines,  without  mistake. \n\n\n430  .         THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   OEATORS. \n\nHe  -was  nowhere  found  tripping  in  syntax  or  prosody.  As  his  teacher \nwas  preparing  to  leave,  young  Daniel  requested  him  to  hear  a  few \nmore  hnes.  Another  hundred  was  read.  Breakfast  was  repeatedly \nannounced.  The  good  doctor  was  impatient  to  go,  and  asked  his  pupil \nhow  much  further  he  could  read.  '  To  the  end  of  the  twelfth  book  of \nthe  Mne'id,^  was  the  prompt  reply.  The  doctor  never  had  occasion  to \nreprove  him  again.  His  study  hours,  ever  after,  were  sacred.  In \nless  than  a  year,  he  read,  with  his  teacher.  Virgil  and  Cicero ;  and,  in \nprivate,  two  large  works  of  Grotius  and  Puffendorf,  written  in  Latin. \nDuring  the  month  of  July,  his  father  called  him  home  to  assist  him \non  the  farm.  At  this  time  of  hfe,  young  Daniel  had  but  a  slender \nframe,  and  -was  not  able  to  endure  much  fatigue.  The  trial  of  a  single \nhalf-day  brought  the  boy  home  with  blistered  hands  and  wearied  limbs. \nThe  next  morning,  his  father  gave  him  his  little  bundle  of  books  and \nclothes,  and  bade  him  seek  his  old  teacher  again.  Dr.  Wood  met  him \nwith  a  cordial  greeting,  on  his  return,  and  assured  him  that,  with  hard \nstudy,  he  might  enter  college  at  the  next  commencement.  He  then \nhad  two  months  to  devote  to  Greek  ;  and  he  had  not  yet  learned  the \nalphabet.  With  characteristic  energy,  he  grappled  with  the  task,  and \nachieved  a  victory  of  which  few  can  boast.  What  one  of  those  college \nidlers,  who  talk  so  flippantly  about  the  idleness  of  Daniel  Webster  when \na  student,  has  prepared  himself  for  a  like  station  in  two  short  months  ? \nThe  students  of  that  day  were  deprived  of  many  of  the  comforts  and \nluxuries  of  life  which  are  now  so  liberally  enjoyed.  They  usually \ntravelled  on  horseback.  Their  dress  was  entirely  of  domestic  manu- \nfacture. When  Daniel  Webster  went  to  college,  he  took  the  least  val- \nuable of  his  fiither's  horses,  which  would  not  be  missed  from  the  farm, \nand,  depositing  his  scanty  wardrobe  and  library  in  a  pair  of  saddle-bags, \nset  out  for  Hanover.  Scarcely  had  he  lost  sight  of  his  father's  house, \nwhen  a  furious  north-east  storm  began  to  beat  upon  the  solitary  trav- \neller. The  rain  poured  down  incessantly  for  two  days  and  nights. \nA  necessity  was  laid  upon  him  to  be  present  at  the  commencement  of \nthe  term.  He,  therefore,  made  such  speed  as  he  could,  with  his  slow- \npaced  Rozinante,  over  bad  roads,  through  the  pelting  storm,  and  reached \nthe  place  at  the  close  of  the  second  day,  if  not  a  '  sorrowful  knight,' \nat  least,  in  a  sorrowful  condition.  He  joined  his  class  the  next  day. \nand  at  once  took  the  position  in  it  which  he  has  since  held  in  the  intel- \nlectual world.  By  the  unanimous  consent,  both  of  teachers  and  class- \nmates, he  stood  at  the  head  of  his  associates  in  study ;  and  was  as  far \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  '  431 \n\nabove  them  then,  in  all  that  constitutes  human  greatness,  as  he  is  novr. \nAfter  a  residence  of  two  years  at  college,  he  spent  a  vacation  at  home. \nHe  had  tasted  the  sweets  of  literature,  and  enjoyed  the  victories  of \nintellectual  effort.     He  loved  the  scholar's  life.     He  felt  keenly  for  the \ncondition  of  his  brother  Ezekiel,  who  was  destined  to  remain  on  the  farm, \nand  labor  to  lift  the  mortgage  from  the  old  homestead,  and  furnish  the \nmeans  of  his  brother's  support.     Ezekiel  was  a  farmer  in  spirit  and  in \npractice.     He  led  his  laborers  in  the  field,  as  he  afterwards  led  his  class \nin  Greek.      Daniel  knew  and  appreciated   his   superior  intellectual \nendowments.     He  resolved  that  his  brother  should  enjoy  the  same \nprivileges  with  himself     That  night,  the  two  brothers  retired  to  bed, \nbut  not  to  sleep.     They  discoursed  of  their  prospects.     Daniel  utterly \nrefused  to  enjoy  the  fruit  of  his  brother's  labor  any  longer.     They  were \nunited  in  sympathy  and  affection,  and  they  must  be  united  in  their \npursuits.     But  how  could  they  leave  their  beloved  parents,  in  age  and \nsolitude,  with  no  protector  ?     They  talked  and  wept,  and  wept  and \ntalked,  till  dawn  of  day.     They  dared  not  broach  the  matter  to  their \nfather.     Finally,  Daniel  resolved  to  be  the  orator  upon  the  occasion. \nJudge  Webster  was  then  somewhat  burdened  with  debt.      He  was \nadvanced  in  age,  and  had  set  his  heart  upon  having  Ezekiel  as  his \nhelper.     The  very  thought  of  separation  from  both  his  sons  was  painful \nto  him.     When  the  proposition  was  made,  he  felt  as  did  the  patriarch \nof  old,  when  he  exclaimed,  '  Joseph  is  not     *     *     *     and  will  ye \nalso  take  Benjamin   away  ? '      A  family  council   was   called.      The \nmother's  opinion  was  asked.      She  was  a  strong-minded,   energetic \nwoman.     She  was  not  Wind  to  the  superior  endowments  of  her  sons. \nWith  all  a  mother's  partiality,  however,  she  did  not  over-estimate  their \npowers.     She  decided  the  matter  at  once.     Her  reply  was  :    '  I  have \nlived  long  in  the  world,  and  have  been  happy  in  my  children.     If \nDaniel  and  Ezekiel  will  promise  to  take  care  of  me  in  my  old  age,  I \nwill  consent  to  the  sale  of  all  our  property  at  once,  and  they  may \nenjoy  the  benefit  of  that  which  remains  after  our  debts  are  paid.' \nThis  was  a  moment  of  intense  interest  to  all  the  parties.     Parents  and \nchildren  all  mingled  their  tears  together,  and  sobbed  aloud,  at  the \nthought  of  separation.     The  father  yielded  to  the  entreaties  of  the  sons \nand  the  advice  of  his  wife.     Daniel  returned  to  college,  and  Ezekiel \ntook  his  little  bundle  in  his  hand,  and  sought,  on  foot,  the  scene  of  his \npreparatory  studies.     In  one  year  he  joined  his  younger  brother  in \ncollege.     His  intellect  was  of  the  highest  order.     In  clear  and  com- \n\n\n432  ■  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nprehensive  views  of  the  subjects  studied,  he  had  no  equal.     He  was \ndeficient  in  no  branch  of  study  pursued  in  college.     He  was  distin- \nguished for  classical  literature.     He  also  availed  himself  of  private \ninstruction  in  some  departments  of  study.     Professor  Shurtleff  then \nhad  a  class  of  students  reciting  to  him,  privately,  in  theology.     Ezekiel \nWebster  joined  that  class,  and  wrote  dissertations  upon  subjects  pro- \nposed by  the  professor,  who  still  speaks,  with  unabated  admiration,  of \nhis  character,  as  an  earnest,  truthful,  and  successful  student.     I  once \nasked  the  same  venerable  teacher  of  the  deportment  of  the  younger \nbrother  in  college.     He  replied  :   '  0,  sir,  Daniel  was  as  regular  as  the \nsun.     He  never  made  a  misstep  ;  he  never  stooped  to  do  a  mean  act ; \nhe  never  countenanced,  by  his  presence  or  by  his  conversation,  any \ncollege  irregularities.'     After  graduating,  at  the  early  age  of  nineteen, \nDaniel  Webster  took  charge  of  the  academy  in  Fryeburg,  Me.     He  left \nhis  father's  house  again  on  horseback,  with  his  whole  worldly  effects  in  a \npair  of  saddle-bags.     His  salary  was  three  hundred  and  fifty  dollars  a \nyear.     From  such  an  income,  how  much,  think  you,  would  one  of  our \nmodern  dandies  save,  after  supporting  himself  as  a  gentleman  should \nlive?     Besides  the  severe  labors  of  the  school,  Mr.  Webster  devoted \nhis  evenings  to  a  still  more  irksome  piece  of  drudgery.     He  recorded \ndeeds  in  the  county  records  for  a  moderate  compensation.     He  trans- \ncribed, on  an  average,  three  deeds  each  evening  ;  and  two  large  folios \nnow  exist,  in  his  hand-writing,  as  indubitable  proofs  of  his  industry. \nHe  received  high  commendation  for  his  fidelity  as  a  teacher.     The \nrecords  of  the  trustees  bear  testimony  to  their  unqualified  approbation \nof  his  labors,  and  their  sincere  regret  at  his  departure.     At  the  close \nof  the  year,  he  visited  his  brother  in  college ;  and,  after  paying  his \nown  debts,  gave  to  Ezekiel  the  results  of  his  year's  labor,  which \namounted  to  one  hundred  dollars.     The  attachment  of  these  brothers  to \neach  other  was  truly  remarkable.     They  kept  no  separate  purse,  till \nthey  were  established  in  business.     They  labored  cheerfully  for  each \nother.      Daniel   submitted  to   the  drudgery  of   copying  deeds,   and \nencroached  upon  the  hours  due  to  sleep  to  secure  the  means  of  his \nbrother's  education.     Ezekiel  taught  an  evening  school  for  sailors,  in \nBoston,  in  addition  to  the  fatigues  of  a  large  private  school  by  day,  to \nsave  money  to  defray,  in  part,  his  brother's  expenses  in  completing  his \nprofessional  education.\" \n\nWe  have  seen  a  very  impressive  funeral  oration  on  Ephraim  Simonds, \na  member  of  the  senior  class  of  Dartmouth  College,  who  died  at  Han- \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  433 \n\nover,  April,  18,  1801,  delivered  by  Mr.  \"Webster,  who  was  also  a \nmember  of  the  same  class.  We  will  quote  a  passage  from  the  exor- \ndium :  \"All  of  him  that  was  mortal  now  lies  in  the  charncls  of  yonder \ncemetery.  By  the  grass  that  nods  over  the  mounds  of  Sumner,  Mer- \nrill and  Cook,  now  rests  a  fourth  son  of  Dartmouth,  constituting  another \nmonument  of  man's  mortality.  The  sun,  as  it  sinks  to  the  ocean,  plays \nits  departing  beams  on  his  tomb,  but  they  reanimate  him  not.  The \ncold  sod  presses  on  his  bosom ;  his  hands  hang  down  in  Aveakness.  The \nbird  of  the  evening  shouts  a  melancholy  air  on  the  poplar,  but  her \nvoice  is  stillness  to  his  ears.  While  his  pencil  was  drawing  scenes  of \nfuture  felicity, —  while  his  soul  fluttered  on  the  gay  breezes  of  hope. — \nan  unseen  hand  drew  the  curtain,  and  shut  him  from  our  view.''  Our \nyoung  orator,  at  this  time,  had  been  so  inspired  with  the  brilliant  and \nfervid  style  of  President  Wheelock,  that  he  gave  stronger  indications \nof  rising  to  eminence  in  poetry,  than  in  law  or  politics.  The  first  pub- \nlished oration  of  Webster  was  delivered  at  Hanover,  July  4,  1800.  It \nmay  be  found  in  the  library  of  the  Antiquarian  Society.    ■ \n\nMr.  Webster  completed  his  college  course  in  August,  1801,  and \nbecame  a  student  of  law  in  the  office  of  Thomas  W.  Thompson,  the \nnext-door  neighbor  of  his  father,  who  was  afterwards  a  senator  in  Con- \ngress. He  remained  in  his  office  as  a  student  till,  in  the  words  of  Mr. \nMarch,  '•  he  felt  it  necessary  to  go  somewhere,  and  do  something  to \nearn  a  little  money; \"  on  which,  as  before  related,  he  became  preceptor \n©f  an  academy,  where,  among  other  mental  exercises,  he  committed  to \nmemory  Fisher  Ames\"  celebrated  speech  on  the  British  treaty :  and  ho \nhas  been  heard  to  say,  relates  Everett,  that  few  things  moved  him  more \nthan  the  perusal  of  this  celebrated  speech.  In  September,  1802,  Mr. \nWebster  returned  to  Salisbury,  and  resumed  his  studies  under  Mr. \nThompson,  Avith  whom  he  remained  for  eighteen  months. \n\nDaniel  Webster  went  to  Boston  in  July,  1804,  and  became  a  stu- \ndent of  Christopher  Gore,  where  he  engaged,  with  devoted  interest,  in \nthe  study  of  special  pleading.  In  March,  1805,  he  was  admitted  to \npractice  in  the  Suffolk  Court  of  Common  Pleas.  At  this  period,  he \nwas  offered  the  clerkship  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas,  in  Hills- \nborough county,  N.  IL,  which  he  at  first  Avas  ready  to  accept ;  but  Mr. \nGore  opposed  it,  appealing  to  the  ambition  of  his  pupil,  says  March ;  — \nonce  a  clerk,  he  always  Avould  be  a  clei'k,  Avith  no  step  upward.  \"Go \non,\"  said  Mr.  Gore,  \"  and  finish  your  studies.  You  are  poor  enough, \nbut  there  are  greater  evils  than  poverty.  Live  on  no  man's  favor. \n37 \n\n\n434  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nWliat  bread  you  do  eat,  let  it  be  the  bread  of  independence.  Pursue \nyour  profession ;  make  yourself  useful  to  your  friends,  and  a  little  formi- \ndable to  your  enemies,  and  you  have  nothing  to  fear.\"  His  father  was \none  of  the  judges  of  this  court,  and  was  very  earnest  that  Daniel  should \naccept  the  station.  Having  concurred  in  the  advice  of  Christopher \nGore,  he  said  to  his  father,  \"  I  mean  to  use  my  tongue  in  the  courts, \n—  not  my  pen ;  to  be  an  actor,  not  a  register  of  other  men's  actions ;  \" \nto  which  his  venerable  father  replied  :  \"Well,  my  son,  your  mother \nhas  always  said  that  you  would  come  to  something,  or  nothing, —  she \nwas  not  sure  which.  I  think  you  are  now  about  settling  that  doubt \nfor  her.\" \n\nImmediately  on  his  admission  to  the  bar,  Mr.  \"Webster  went  to \nAmherst.  N.  H.,  where  his  father  s  court  was  in  session.  From  that \nplace  he  went  home  with  his  father.  He  had  intended  to  establish \nhimself  at  Portsmouth,  which,  as  the  largest  town,  and  the  seat  of  the \nforeign  commerce  of  the  State,  opened  the  widest  field  for  practice. \nBut  filial  duty  kept  him  nearer  home.  His  father  was  now  infirm \nfrom  the  advance  of  years,  and  had  no  other  son  at  home.  Under  these \ncircumstances,  Mr.  Webster  opened  an  oflBce  at  Boscawen,  not  far  from \nhis  father's  residence,  and  commenced  the  practice  of  the  laAV  in  this \nretired  spot.  Judge  Webster  lived  but  a  year  after  his  son's  entrance \nupon  practice, —  long  enough,  however,  says  Everett,  to  hear  his  first \nargument  in  court,  and  to  be  gratified  will  'he  confident  predictions  of \nhis  future  success. \n\nIt  is  related,  on  the  best  authority,  that  at  his  first  term  he  had  no \ncase  for  trial,  that  rendered  it  necessary  for  him  to  address  the  court  at \nAmherst ;  but  he  had  an  important  motion  to  make,  not  in  the  order \nof  the  docket,  for  which  he  had  made  elaborate  preparation.  Not \nbeing  fiuniliar  Avith  the  course  of  business,  and  having  seen  no  favora- \nble opportunity  to  introduce  and  argue  his  motion,  after  waiting  the \nwhole  term,  till  the  court  stood  on  its  adjournment,  he  rose,  and  stated \nto  the  court,  that  he  had  hoped  for  an  opportunity  to  bring  his  motion \nbefore  the  court,  and  had  prepared  himself  to  argue  it,  but  that  he  now \nsaw  there  was  no  time  for  the  purpose.  Nevertheless,  he  was  unwilling \nto  omit  altogether  acquainting  the  court  with  his  case.  With  this  intro- \nduction, he  proceeded  to  make  a  short  statement  of  the  circumstances  of \nhis  case,  and  the  remedy  for  which  he  had  proposed  to  call  upon  the \ncourt :  but,  at  that  stage  of  the  court,  he  would  not  undertake  to  argue \nit,  though  he  had  prepared  himself  for  the  purpose.     When  he  had \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  435 \n\nresumed  his  seat,  the  chief-justice,  Timothy  Farrar,  turning  to  his \nassociates,  remarked,  in  an  undertone,  which  was,  however,  overheard, \n\"  That  young  man's  statement  is  a  most  unanswerable  argument.\" \nand  immediately  granted  his  motion.  Mr.  Webster  has  been  frequently \nheard  to  remark  that  this  incident  has  had  a  marked  influence  on  his \nefforts  in  after  life.  It  is  related  of  his  early  appearance  in  pleading  at \ncourt  in  his  native  State,  that  in  the  onset  there  would  be  an  indication \nof  restlessness ;  and  he  would  move  his  feet  about,  and  run  his  hand \nup  over  his  forehead  through  his  Indian-black  hair,  and  lift  his  upper \nlip,  and  show  his  teeth,  which  were  as  white  as  those  of  a  hound ;  and \nthen  he  would  roll  on  in  such  a  stream  of  eloquence,  that  his  power \nwas  irresistible. \n\nMr.  Webster  was  admitted  as  an  attorney  and  counsellor  of  the \nSuperior  Court  of  New  Hampshire,  in  May,  1807 ;  and  in  September \nof  that  year,  after  having  become  a  member  of  the  Congregational \nchurch  of  Salisbury,  his  native  town,  on  the  13th  day  of  that  month, \nwhen  the  Rev.  Thomas  Worcester  was  pastor,  he  removed  from  Bos- \ncawen  to  Portsmouth,  where  he  remained  for  nine  successive  years.  It \nis  mentioned  by  Mr.  March,  as  a  singular  fact  in  his  professional  life, \nthat,  with  the  exception  of  the  occasions  on  which  he  has  been  asso- \nciated with  the  attorney -general  of  the  United  States  for  the  time  being, \nhe  has  hardly  app  3ared  ten  times  as  junior  counsel.  Mr.  Webster  was \nmarried  in  June,  1808,  to  Grace,  a  daughter  of  Rev.  Mr.  Fletcher, \nof  Hopkinton,  by  whom  he  had  four  children, —  Grace,  Fletcher,  Julia, \nand  Edward,  the  latter  of  whom  died  in  the  Mexican  war.  After  the \ndecease  of  his  Avife,  he  married  a  second  time, —  Caroline,  daughter  of \nHermon  Leroy,  of  New  York  city. \n\n]Mr.  Webster  was  elected  to  Congress,  for  the  Federal  party  of  that \nday,  November,  1812 ;  and  continued  four  years  in  the  house,  and  was \nappointed  by  Henry  Clay,  then  Speaker,  a  member  of  the  committee \non  foreign  affairs.  He  was  a  member  of  the  committee  of  the  Rock- \ningham Convention,  wliich  met  at  Brentwood,  Aug.  5,  1812,  and  pre- \npared a  memorial  to  President  Madison,  remonstrating  against  the  war \nwith  Great  Britain.  Mr.  Webster  was  not  a  member  of  Congress  when \nthe  war  was  declared,  nor  in  any  other  public  station.  The  principal \nsubjects  on  which  he  addressed  the  house,  during  the  13th  Congress, \nwere  his  own  resolutions,  the  increase  of  the  navy,  the  repeal  of  the \nembargo,  and  an  appeal  from  the  decision  of  the  chair,  on  a  motion  for \nthe  previous  question.     His  speeches  on  these  questions  raised  him  to \n\n\n436  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   0RAT0R3. \n\nthe  front  rank  of  debaters.  He  cultivated  friendly  relations  on  both \nsides  of  the  house,  and  gained  the  personal  respect  even  of  those  with \nwhom  he  most  differed.  Mr.  Webster,  in  1814,  opposed  the  project \nfor  a  Bank  of  the  United  States,  with  a  capital  of  fifty  millions,  as \nunsound  in  its  principles,  and  sure  to  increase  the  derangement  of  the \ncurrency.  In  the  intervals  of  Congress,  Mr.  Webster  was  occupied, \nat  Portsmouth,  in  the  practice  of  law.  The  destruction  of  his  house, \nfurniture,  library,  and  many  valuable  manuscripts,  in  the  extensive \nfire  that  occurred  in  December.  1813,  had  so  embarrassed  his  circum- \nstances, that  he  found  it  his  duty  to  endeavor  to  improve  his  condition. \nOn  the  return  of  the  peace,  Mr.  Webster  was  active  in  relation  to \nthe  constitutionality  of  the  tariff  policy,  and  the  resumption  of  specie \npayments. \n\nMr.  Webster  removed  to  Boston  in  the  year  1818,  when  commenced \na  period  of  about  six  years'  retirement  from  active  political  life,  during \nwhich  time,  with  a  single  exception,  he  filled  no  public  office,  and \ndevoted  himself  exclusively  to  his  duties  as  a  lawyer.     It  was  accord- \ningly within  this  period  that  his  reputation  in  his  profession  was  estab- \nhshed.     A  large  share  of  the  best  business  of  New  England  passed \ninto  his  hands :  and  the  veterans  of  the  Boston  bar  admitted  him  to  an \nentire  equality  of  standing  amongst  them.     Mr.  Webster,  on  the  sepa- \nration of  Maine,  was  elected  to  the  Massachusetts  convention  on  revis- \ning the  State  constitution,  in  1820,  when  he  exhibited  great  intellectual \nabihty,  and  with  the  most  eminent  success.     In  1822  he  was  elected \nby  the  people  of  Boston  to  the  State  Legislature,  at  which  period  he \nwas  also  one  of  the  framers  of  the  city  charter  for  Boston ;    and  in \nNovember  of  this  year  he  was  elected  to  the  house  of  Congress,  as  suc- \ncessor of  Benjamin  Gorham.     We  find  the  following  reminiscence  of \nMr.  Webster,  in  relation  to  this  period  :    \"It  has  so  happened,\"  once \nsaid  Mr.  Webster,  \"  that  all  the  public  services  which  I  have  rendered \nin  the  world,  in  my  day  and  generation,  have  been  connected  with  the \ngeneral  government.     I  think  I  ought  to  make  an  exception.     I  was \nten  days  a  member  of  the  Massachusetts  Legislature,  and  I  turned  my \nthoughts  to  the  search  of  some  good  object,  in  Avhich  I  could  be  useful \nin  that  position ;  and,  after  much  reflection,  I  introduced  a  bill,  which, \nwith  the  general  consent  of  both  houses  of  the  Massachusetts  Legis- \nlature, passed  into  a  law,  and  is  now  a  law  of  the  State,  which  enacts \nthat  no  man  in  the  State  shall  catch  trout  in  any  other  manner  than \nwith  the  ordinary  hook  and  line.     With  that  exception,  I  never  was \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  437 \n\nconnected,  for  an  hour,  with  any  State  government,  in  my  life.  I \nnever  held  office,  high  or  low,  under  any  State  government.  Per- \nhaps that  was  my  misfortune.  At  the  age  of  thirty,  I  was  in  New \nHampshire,  practising  law,  and  had  some  clients.  John  Taylor  Oil- \nman, who  for  fourteen  years  was  Governor  of  the  State,  thought  that, \nyoung  man  as  I  was,  I  might  be  fit  to  be  an  attorney-general  of  the \nState  of  New  Hampshire,  and  he  nominated  me  to  the  council ;  and \nthe  council,  taking  it  into  their  deep  consideration,  and  not  happening \nto  be  of  the  same  politics  of  the  governor  and  myself,  voted,  three  out \nof  five,  that  I  was  not  competent, —  and,  very  likely,  they  were  right. \nSo,  you  see,  I  never  gained  promotion  in  any  State  government.\" \n\nMr.  Webster  was  again  elected  to  Congress  for  Suffolk ;  and  so \ngreat  a  favorite  had  he  become,  that  the  choice  was  unanimous,  with \nthe  exception  of  three  votes.  In  1826  he  was  reelected  to  the  house ; \nbut,  before  taking  his  seat,  he  was  elected,  by  the  Legislature,  to  the \nSenate  in  Congress,  in  place  of  Elijah  II.  Mills, —  which  station  he \nfilled  until  he  was  appointed  Secretary  of  State,  under  President  Har- \nrison, in  1841.  He  was  succeeded  by  Abel  P.  Upshur  in  1844,  and \nwas  reelected  to  the  U.  S.  Senate  in  1845.  which  station  he  occupied \nuntil  his  appointment  as  Secretary  of  State,  under  President  Fillmore, \nin  1850 ;  and  never,  since  the  days  of  Jefferson,  the  first  incumbent, \nhas  a  president  of  this  Union  been  honored  with  a  more  profound  and \nsagacious  counsellor  than  Daniel  Webster. \n\nIn  the  spring  of  the  year  1839,  Mr.  Webster  crossed  the  Atlantic, \nmaking  a  tour  through  England,  Scotland,  and  France.  His  atten- \ntion was  drawn  to  the  agriculture  of  England  and  Scotland ;  to  the \ngreat  subjects  of  currency  and  exchange ;  to  the  condition  of  the  labor- \ning classes ;  and  to  the  practical  effect  on  the  politics  of  Europe  of  the \nsystem  of  the  continental  alliance.  No  traveller  from  this  country \nhas,  probably,  ever  been  received  with  equal  attention,  says  Everett, \nin  the  highest  quarters  in  England.  Courtesies  usually  extended  only \nto  ambassadors  and  foreign  ministers  were  advanced  to  him.  His \ntable  was  covered  with  invitations  to  the  seats  of  the  nobility  and \ngentry ;  and  his  company  was  eagerly  sought  at  the  public  entertain- \nments which  took  place  while  he  was  in  the  country.  Among  the \neminent  men  with  whom  he  contracted  intimacy,  may  be  named  the \nlate  Lord  Ashburton.  A  mutual  regard,  of  more  than  usual  warmth, \narose  between  them.  This  circumstance  was  well  understood  in  the \nhigher  circles  of  English  society ;  and  when,  two  years  later,  a  change \n37* \n\n\n438  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  administration  in  both  countries  brought  the  parties  to  which  they \nwere  respectively  attached  into  power,  the  friendly  relations  well \nknown  to  exist  between  them  were,  no  doubt,  among  the  motives  which \nled  to  the  appointment  of  Lord  Ashburton  as  special  minister  to  the \nUnited  States.  \"When  the  Whig  party  came  into  power,  in  the  year \n1841,  Mr.  Webster  displayed  extraordinary  sagacity  in  the  nego- \ntiation of  the  treaty  with  Great  Britain,  on  the  adjustment  of  the \nlong-contested  question  of  the  north-eastern  boundary,  which  height- \nened his  renown  for  diplomatic  skill. \n\nWhen  Mr.  Webster  was  elected  to  Congress  over  Jesse  Putnam,  in \n1822,  he  exhibited  the  same  energy  of  character  in  behalf  of  his  coun- \ntry that  had  previously  made  him  the  great  leader  among  leaders. \nHe  labored  for  suffering  Greece:  on  the  tariff  law  of  1824  ;  effected  a \ncomplete  revision  of  the  law  for  the  punishment  of  crimes  against  the \nUnited  States ;  gave  a  speech  on  the  Congress  of  Panama ;  and  argued \non  the  revision  of  the  tariff  law,  and  the  embarrassments  of  the  contest. \nHis  manly  course  in  the  administrations  of  Jackson  and  Van  Buren, \nin  relation  to  the  veto  of  the  bank,  the  rise  and  progress  of  nullifica- \ntion, the  force  bill,  the  removal  of  the  deposits,  the  expunging  resolu- \ntion, and  the  sub-treasury  system,  are  identified  with  his  history.     We \ndo  not  forget  his  interest  in  other  great  national  topics,  such  as  the \nannexation  of  Texas,   the  war  with   Mexico,   the   Oregon   question, \nrevival  of  the  sub-treasury  system,  and  repeal  of  the  tariff  of  1842 ; \non  a  territorial  government  for  the  Mexican  provinces,  on  a  constitu- \ntion of  State  government  adopted  by  California  prohibiting  slavery,  on \nthe  anti-slavery  agitation  relative  to  the  Fugitive  Slave  Law  and  the \nCompromise,  and  his  great  speech  for  the  Union.    We  would  have  our \nreaders  recur  to  Everett's  political  biography  of  Daniel  Webster,  for  a \ndevelopment  of  his  action  on  these  great  national  topics. \n\nWhere  is  a  nobler  passage  than  this  of  Webster:  \"I  am,\"  says \nWebster,  \"where  I  have  ever  been,  and  ever  mean  to  be.  Standing \non  the  platform  of  the  general  constitution, —  a  platform  broad  enough, \nand  firm  enough,  to  uphold  every  interest  of  the  whole  country, —  I \nshall  still  be  found.  Intrusted  with  some  part  in  the  administration \nof  that  constitution,  I  intend  to  act  in  its  spirit,  and  in  the  spirit  of \nthose  who  framed  it.  I  would  act  as  if  our  fathers,  who  formed  it  for \nus,  and  who  bequeathed  it  to  us,  were  looking  on  me, —  as  if  I  could \nsee  their  venerable  forms  bending  down  to  behold  us,  from  the  abodes \nabove.     I  would  act,  too,  as  if  the  eye  of  posterity  was  gazing  on  me. \n\n\nDANIEL   WEBSTER.  439 \n\n\"  Standing  thus,  as  in  the  full  gaze  of  our  ancestors  and  our  pos- \nterity,—  having  received  this  inheritance  from  the  former,  to  be  trans- \nmitted to  the  latter,  and  feeling  that  if  I  am  formed  for  any  good,  in \nmy  day  and  generation,  it  is  for  the  good  of  the  whole  country, — \nno  local  policy  or  local  feeling,  no  temporary  impulse,  shall  induce  mo \nto  yield  my  foothold  on  the  constitution  and  the  Union. \n\n\"  I  came  into  public  life  in  the  service  of  the  United  States.  On \nthat  broad  altar  my  earliest  and  all  my  public  vows  have  been  made. \nI  propose  to  serve  no  other  master.  So  far  as  depends  on  any  agency \nof  mine,  they  shall  continue  united  States, —  united  in  interest  and \naifectior., —  united  in  everything  in  regard  to  Avhich  the  constitution \nhas  decreed  their  union, —  united  in  war,  for  the  common  defence,  the \ncommon  renown,  and  the  common  glory, —  and  united,  compacted,  knit \nfirmly  together,  in  peace,  for  the  common  prosperity  and  happiness  of \nourselves  and  our  children.\" \n\nJudge  Story  related,  one  time,  of  Chief  Justice  Marshall,  that  his \ngreat  expression  was,  \"It  is  admitted.\"  As  he  was  a  powerful \nreasoner,  it  was  often  remarked,  \"Once  admit  his  premises,  and  you \nare  forced  to  his  conclusions;  therefore,  deny  everything  he  says.\" \nSaid  Daniel  Webster  to  Story,  \"When  Judge  Marshall  says,  '  It  is \nadmitted,  sir,'  I  am  prepared  for  a  bomb  to  burst  over  my  head,  and \ndemolish  all  my  points.\"  May  not  the  same  remark  be  made  of \nWebster,  the  invincible  defender,  as  of  Marshall,  the  profound \nexpounder,  of  the  constitution  ] \n\nThe  address  of  Mr.  Webster,  pronounced  on  Bunker  Hill.  June  17, \n1825,  it  is  said  was  modelled,  even  to  its  best  passages,  in  Marshpee \nBrook, —  the  orator  catchinj'  trout  and  elaboratins;  sentences,  at  the \nsame  time.  It  is  further  related,  that,  as  the  orator  drew  in  some \ntrout  particularly  large,  he  was  heard  to  exclaim,  \"  Venerable  men  ! \nyou  have  come  down  to  us  from  a  former  generation.  Heaven  has \nbounteously  lengthened  out  your  lives,  that  you  might  behold  this \njoyous  day.\"  Says  Webster,  in  another  passage  of  the  same  para- \ngraph: \"Yonder  proud  ships,  by  a  felicity  of  position,  appropriately \nlying  at  the  foot  of  this  mount,  and  seeming  fondly  to  cling  around  it, \nare  not  means  of  annoyance  to  you,  but  your  country's  own  means  of \ndistinction  and  defence.\" \n\nWe  find  in  Everett's  biography  of  Webster  some  excellent  remarks \non  the  preparation  of  orators  for  public  speaking,  where,  in  allusion  to \nMr.  Webster,  he  says :  \"  It  is  not  to  be  supposed  that  an  orator  hke \n\n\n440  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n!Mr.  Webster  is  slavishly  tied  down,  on  any  occasion,  to  his  manuscript \nnotes,  or  to  a  memoriter  repetition  of  their  contents.  It  may  be \npresumed  that,  in  many  cases,  the  noblest  and  the  boldest,  the  last \nand  warmest  tints  thrown  upon  the  canvas,  in  discourses  of  this  kind, \n■were  the  unpremeditated  inspiration  of  the  moment  of  delivery.  The \nopposite  view  would  be  absurd ;  because  it  would  imply  that  the  mind, \nunder  the  high  excitement  of  delivery,  was  less  fertile  and  creative \nthan  in  the  repose  of  the  closet.  A  speaker  could  not,  if  he  attempted \nit,  anticipate,  in  his  study,  the  earnestness  and  fervor  of  spirit  induced \nby  actual  contact  with  the  audience  ;  he  could  not,  by  any  possioility, \nforestall  the  sympathetic  influence  upon  his  imagination  and  intellect \nof  the  listening  and  applauding  throng.  However  severe  the  method \nrequired  by  the  nature  of  the  occasion,  or  dictated  by  his  cwn  taste, \na  speaker  like  Mr.  Webster  will  not  confine  himself  '  to  puring  out \nfervors  a  week  old.'  \"  In  another  passage  of  this  memoir,  Mr.  Everett, \nin  further  enlarging  on  this  subject,  says  that  no  one  Avill  think  that \nthe  entire  apostrophe  to  Warren,  in  his  first  Bunker  Hill  oration,  as  it \nstands  in  the  reported  speech,  was  elaborated  and  committed  to  memory. \nIn  fact,  there  is  a  slight  grammatical  inaccuracy,  caused  by  passing \nfrom  the  third  person  to  the  second  in  the  same  sentence,  which  is  at \nonce  the  natural  consequence  and  the  proof  of  an  unpremeditated \nexpansion  or  elevation  of  the  preconceived  idea.  We  see  the  process. \nWhen  the  sentence  commenced,  \"  But,  ah  !  him  !  \"  it  was  evidei.tly  in \nthe  mind  of  the  orator  to  close  it  by  saying,  \"  How  shall  I  speak  of \nliim?\"  But,  in  the  progress  of  the  sentence,  forgetful  —  unconscious \n—  of  the  grammatical  form,  but  melting  with  the  thought, —  behold- \ning,  as  he  stood  upon  the  spot  where  the  hero  fell,  his  beloved  and \nbeautiful  image  rising  from  the  ground, —  he  can  no  longer  speak  of \nhim.  Willing  subject  of  his  own  witchery,  he  clothes  his  conception \nwith  sensible  forms,  and  speaks  to  the  glorious  being  whom  he  has \ncalled  back  to  life.  He  no  longer  attempts  to  discourse  of  Warren  to \nthe  audience ;  but,  passing,  after  a  few  intervening  clauses,  from  the \nthird  person  to  the  second,  he  exclaims,  \"How  shall  I  struggle  with \nthe  emotions  that  stifle  the  utterance  of  thy  name !  Our  poor  work \nmay  perisli,  but  thine  shall  endure !  This  monument  may  moulder \naway,  the  solid  ground  it  rests  upon  may  sink  down  to  a  level  with  the \nsea,  —  but  thy  memory  shall  not  fail  !  \" \n\nWe  concur  with  Edward  Everett  in  what  he  remarks  of  Webster's \nfamous  reply  to  Hayne,  when  he  says  :  \"Of  the  effectiveness  of  Mr. \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  441 \n\nWebster's  manner  in  many  parts,  it  would  be  in  vain  to  attempt  to \ngive  any  one  not  present  the  faintest  idea.  It  has  been  my  fortune  to \nhear  some  of  the  ablest  speeches  of  the  greatest  living  orators  on  both \nsides  of  the  water  ;  but  I  must  confess  I  never  heard  anything  which \nso  completely  realized  my  conception  of  what  Demosthenes  was  when \nhe  delivered  the  oration  for  the  crown.\" \n\n\"  Sprung  from  a  revolutionary  stock,\"  said  Caleb  Gushing,  in  a \nreview  of  Webster's  speeches,  \"nurtured  in  the  very  domains  of  'the \nmountain  goddess,  Liberty,'  he  rose  to  fame  and  usefulness  in  the \nbosom  of  his  native  State.  So  surely  as  the  bright  stars  shall  move \non  untiringly  in  their  celestial  paths  on  high  to  glad  the  eye  and \nlead  the  footsteps  of  unborn  generations  of  men, —  so  surely  as  genius, \nhonor,  patriotism,  will  continue  to  be  prized  on  earth  when  the  passions \nof  the  hour  shall  have  fretted  themselves  into  extinction  and  oblivion, \n—  so  sure  is  it  that  the  time  will  come  when  New  Hampshire  will \nesteem  it  her  pride  and  her  glory  to  have  given  birth  and  maturity  to \nDaniel  Webster.  And  yet,  such  are  the  corruptions  of  party,  and \nsuch  the  infimy  to  which  it  sometimes  degrades  the  daily  press,  that, \nas  Mr.  Webster  feelingly  remarked  in  his  speech  at  Concord,  it  has \nbeen  his  fortune,  whether  in  public  life  or  out  of  it,  to  be  pursued  by \na  degree  of  reproach  and  accusation  in  his  native  State  such  as \nnever  fell  to  the  lot  of  any  other  of  her  public  men. \n\n\"  Of  the  speeches  delivered  by  Mr.  AVebster  in  the  Senate,  those \ndevoted  to  the  great  constitutional  questions  display  Mr.  Webster \nwithout  a  competitor.  By  a  succession  of  unrivalled  speeches  in  expo- \nsition of  disputed  texts  or  constructions  of  the  constitution, —  by  the \nprofound  knowledge  of  historical  facts  displayed  in  them,  the  acuteness, \nsagacity  and  comprehensiveness  of  view  which  they  exhibit,  and  the \npatriotic  zeal  which  animates  them  in  every  line. —  he  has  earned  for \nhimself  a  most  peculiar  and  most  exalted  position  in  the  public  eye,  as \nthe  great  expounder  and  champion  of  the  fundamental  law  of  the  Union. \nSo  long  as  the  government  of  the  United  States  shall  endure,  or  the \nmemory  of  its  honor  and  its  liberty  survive  the  overthrow  of  its  insti- \ntutions,—  so  long  as  our  example  shall  occupy  a  page  in  the  history \nof  human  freedom, —  so  long  must  the  speeches  of  Mr.  Webster  be \nread,  studied,  admired.  On  these  he  may  confidently  rely  for  the \nrespect  and  applause  of  his  country,  while  living;  on  these,  for  a  fame \nlasting  as  the  undying  spirit  of  constitutional  liberty  itself  Neither \nin  the  Philippic  orations  of  Demosthenes,  nor  in  the  consular  ones  -^f \n\n\n442  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nCicero,  nor  in  whatever  class  among  tlie  speeches  of  Burke,  or  Pitt, \nor  Canning,  is  there  anything  more  thoroughly  imbued  and  saturated \nwith  the  very  essence  of  immortality  than  in  these  constitutional \nspeeches  of  Daniel  Webster. \n\n\"  It  is  one  of  the  characteristic  traits  of  Mr.  Webster's  speeches, — \nwhether  at  the  bar,  in  political  assemblies,  or  in  Congress, —  that  there \nis  nothincf  in  them  discursive  ;  no  dio;ressions  from  the  straioihtforward \npath  of  his  argument,  no  mere  episodes  of  embellishment,  no  common- \nplace arts  of  oratory.  They  are  models  of  severe  unity  of  design,  of \nconsummate  and  beautiful  simplicity  of  execution,  hke  some  master- \npiece of  statuary  carved  in  the  blended  grace  and  majesty  of  antique \nart.  He  sends  forth  no  scattered  rays,  to  dazzle  with  their  brilliancy, \nand  bewilder  while  they  dazzle, —  but  pours  a  steady  stream  of  light, \nconcentrated  in  a  broad  beam  of  effulgence  upon  the  point  he  would \nillumine.  His  mind  never  stops  on  the  course,  like  Atalanta,  to  gather \nthe  golden  fruits  which  glitter  in  its  path,  and  thus  ultimately  lose  the \nprize  of  the  race  in  pursuit  of  the  delusive  temptations  of  the  moment. \nFor  this  reason,  it  is  impossible  to  do  justice  to  any  of  his  more  elabo- \nrate efforts  by  bare  extracts,  when  every  sentence  is  an  essential  part \nof  one  grand  whole,  and  nothing  can  be  spared  from  the  finished  per- \nfection of  the  work,  nothing  added,  without  marring  its  excellent  sym- \nmetry. Yet,  amid  all  the  dignity,  strength  and  singleness,  which \ndistinguish  his  productions,  there  is  an  occasional  vividness  of  imagery, \nso  apposite,  that  it  seems  to  be  innate  in  the  very  substance  of  the \nmatter,  rather  than  a  mere  illustration, —  like  the  native  lustre  of  a \ngem,  belonging  to  the  primitive  organization  of  its  elements.  It  is  not \ndifficult,  therefore,  to  select  passages  which,  fragments  though  they  be, \nare  beautiful  and  striking  in  themselves,  and  bear  witness  what  that  is \nof  which  they  are  but  severed  parts.  You  do  not  see  the  magnificent \ntemple,  in  its  admirable  whole  ;  but  even  the  solitary  column,  the \n])roken  frieze,  torn  from  its  pediment,  bespeak  the  grandeur  of  the \nParthenon.  The  following  passage  elucidates  a  great  principle,  by  a \nhappy  recurrence  to  historical  facts  : \n\n\"  '  We  are  not  to  Avait  till  great  public  mischiefs  come,'  says  Web- \nster, — '  till  the  government  is  overthrown,  or  liberty  itself  put  in \nextreme  jeopardy.  We  should  not  be  worthy  sons  of  our  fathers, \nwere  we  so  to  regard  great  questions  affecting  the  general  freedom. \nThose  fathers  accomplished  the  Revolution  on  a  strict  question  of  prin- \nciple.    The  Parliament  of  Great  Britain  asserted  a  right  to  tax  the \n\n\nDANIEL   WEBSTER.  443 \n\ncolonies,  in  all  cases  whatsoever :  and  it  was  precisely  on  this  question \nthat  thej  made  the  Revolution  to  turn.  The  amount  of  taxation  was \ntrifling;  but  the  claim  was  inconsistent  with  liberty, —  and  that  was, \nin  their  eyes,  enough.  It  Avas  against  the  recital  of  an  act  of  Parlia- \nment, rather  than  against  any  suifering  under  its  enactments,  that \nthey  took  up  arms.  They  went  to  war  against  a  preamble.  Thoy \nfought  seven  years  against  a  declaration.  They  poured  out  their  treas- \nures and  their  blood,  like  water,  in  a  contest  in  opposition  to  an  asser- \ntion which  those  less  sagacious,  and  not  so  well  schooled  in  the  princi- \nples of  civil  liberty,  would  have  regarded  as  barren  phraseology,  or \nmere  parade  of  words.  They  saw,  in  the  claim  of  the  British  Parlia- \nment, a  seminal  principle  of  mischief — the  germ  of  unjust  power: \nthey  detected  it,  dragged  it  forth  from  underneath  its  plausible  dis- \nguises, struck  at  it, —  nor  did  it  elude  either  their  steady  eye  or  their \nwell-directed  blow,  till  they  had  extirpated  and  destroyed  it,  to  the \nsmallest  fibre.  On  this  question  of  principle,  while  actual  suffering \nwas  yet  afiir  off,  they  raised  their  flag  against  a  power,  to  which,  for \npurposes  of  foreign  conquest  and  subjugation,  Rome,  in  the  height  of \nher  glory,  is  not  to  be  compared, —  a  power  which  has  dotted  over  the \nsurface  of  the  whole  globe  with  her  possessions  and  military  posts, — \nwhose  morning  drum-beat,  following  the  sun,  and  keeping  company \nwith  the  hours,  circles  the  earth  daily  with  one  continuous  and \nunbroken  strain  of  the  martial  airs  of  En<Tland.'  \" \n\nThe  manners  of  Daniel  Webster  in  public  speaking  are  remarkable. \n\"It  is  in  reply  that  he  comes  out  in  the  majesty  of  intellectual \ngrandeur,\"  says  Col.  Knapp,  \"and  lavishes  about  him  the  opulence \nof  intellectual  wealth ;  it  is  when  the  darts  of  the  enemy  have  hit \nhim,  that  he  is  all  might  and  soul ;  it  is  then  that  he  showers  doAvn \nwords  of  weight  and  fire.  Hear  him  then,  and  you  will  say  that  his \neloquence  is  founded  on  no  model,  ancient  or  modern,  however  stronf^ \nmay  be  the  resemblance  to  any  one  of  them ;  that  he  never  read  the \nworks  of  a  master  for  imitation :  —  all  is  his  own,  excellences  and \ndefects.  He  resembles  no  American  orator  we  have  ever  heard.  He \ndoes  not  imitate  any  one  in  the  remotest  degree  :  neither  the  Addiso- \nnian eloquence  of  Alexander  Hamilton,  which  was  the  day-spring  in  a \npure  and  vernal  atmosphere,  full  of  health  and  beauty ;  nor  does  he \nstrive  for  the  sweetness  of  Fisher  Ames,  whose  heart,  on  all  great \noccasions,  grew  liquid,  and  he  could  pour  it  out  like  water.  Ames \nwaved  the  wand  of  the  enchantress,  and  a  paradise  arose,  peopled  with \n\n\n444  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nethereal  beings,  all  engaged  in  pursuing  an  immortal  career.\"  In  Mr. \nWebster's  eloquence,  one  is  sensible  that  there  is  a  vast  and  indefinite \nback-ground  of  character.  The  oratory  is  but  as  a  little  jet  out  of  a \ngreat  reservoir,  from  •which  it  is  not  missed.  He  \\N'ould  at  times  over- \nwhelm you,  and  draw  himself  back  again  before  you  recovered  your \nself-possession.  The  orator  is  but  a  fraction  of  the  man, —  the  man \nstanding  indefinitely  great  behind  the  mere  orator.  He  is  delightfully \nfelicitous  in  illustration.  How  efiective,  for  instance,  the  passage \nwhere,  in  remarking  on  the  vast  extent  of  this  republic,  the  two  great \nseas  of  the  world  wsishing  the  one  and  the  other  shore,  in  the  concep- \ntion of  which,  says  Webster,  we  may  realize  the  beautiful  description \nof  the  ornamental  edging  of  the  buckler  of  Achilles  : \n\n'  Now  the  broad  shield  complete  the  artist  crowned, \nWith  his  last  hand,  and  poured  the  ocean  round  ; \nIn  living  silver  seemed  the  waves  to  roll, \nlind  beat  the  buckler's  verge,  and  bound  the  whole.' \n\n\"The  person  of  Mr.  Webster  is  singular  and  commanding,\"  says \nKnapp.  \"His  height,  above  the  ordinary  size,  about  five  feet  eleven \ninches.  He  is  broad  across  the  chest,  and  stoutly  and  firmly  built ; \nbut  there  is  nothing  of  clumsiness  either  in  his  form  or  gait.  His \nhead  is  very  large ;  his  forehead  high,  with  good-shaped  temples.  He \nhas  a  large,  black,  solemn-looking  eye,  that  exhibits  strength  and \nsteadflistness,  which  sometimes  burns,  but  never  sparkles.  His  lips, \nwhen  his  countenance  is  in  repose,  shut  close  —  Lavater's  mark  of \nfirmness ;  but  the  changes  of  his  lips  make  no  small  part  of  the  strong \nand  varied  expressions  of  his  face.  His  hair  is  of  a  raven-black,  of  great \nthickness,  and  is  generally  worn  rather  short ;  his  eyebrows  are  thick, \nmore  than  commonly  arched,  and  bushy, —  which,  on  a  slight  contrac- \ntion, give  his  features  the  appearance  of  sternness.  But  the  general \nexpression  of  his  face,  after  it  is  properly  examined,  is  rather  mild  and \namiable  than  otherwise.  His  movements  in  the  senate-chamber  and  in \nthe  street  are  slow  and  dignified.  His  voice,  once  \"heard,  is  always \nremembered  ;  but  there  is  no  peculiar  sweetness  in  it ;  —  its  tones  are \nrather  harsh  than  musical ;  —  still,  there  is  great  variety  in  them. \nSome  have  a  most  startling  penetration ;  others,  of  a  softer  character, \ncatch  the  ear,  and  charm  it  down  to  the  most  perfect  attention.  His \nvoice  has  nothing  of  that  monotony  which  palls  upon  the  ear ;  it  may \nbe  heard  all  day  without  fatiguing  the  audience.     His  emphasis  is \n\n\nSAMUEL  LORENZO   KNAPP.  445 \n\nstrong,  and  his   enunciation  clear,  and  so  distinct  that  not  a  syllable \nescapes  any  of  his  hearers.     The  compass  of  his  voice  is  so  great,  that \nit  fills  any  room,  however  large,  with  perfect  ease  to  himself;  and \nWillis,  our  native  poet,  who  saw  him  nearly  twenty  years  after  the \ngraphic  description  of  Knapp  was  written,  says :  \"  Sombre  as  the  lines \nof  his  face  are,  unlighted  Avith  health  or  impulse,  the  eyes  so  cavern- \nous and  dark,  the  eyelids  so  livid,  eyebrows  so  heavy  and  black,  and \nthe  features  so  habitually  grave, —  it  is  a  face  of  strong  affections, \ngenial,  and  foreign  to  all  unkindness.     There  is  not  a  trace  in  it  where \na  pettishness  or  a  peevishness  could  lodge,  and  no  means  in  its  sallow \nmuscles  for  the  expression  of  an  intellectual  littleness  or  perversion.    It \nis  all  broad  and  majestic,  all  expansive  and  generous.    The  darkness  in \nit  is  the  shadow  of  a  Salvator  Rosa. — •  a  heishteninfr  of  2;randeur.  with- \nout  injury  to  tlie  clearness.     Ilis  physical  superiority  and  noble  dispo- \nsition are  in  just  balance  with  his  mind.     AVebster,  incapable  of  the \nforecast  narrowness  which  makes  the  scope  of  character  converge  when \nmeridian  ambition  and  occupation  fill  it  no  longer,  will  Avalk  the  broad- \nening path  that  has  been  divergent  and  liberalizing  from  his  childliood \nto  the  present  hour,  till  he  steps  from  its  expanding  lines  into  his \ngrave.\"    At  the  iestival  of  the  Sons  of  New  Hampshire,  General  Dear- \nborn said  of  Daniel  Webster,  \"  that,  on  all  occasions  when  he  put  forth \nthe  full  energies  of  his  mind,  he  appeared  in  the  senate-chamber  like \nthe  lion-hearted   Richard  in  the  tournament  of  Ashley  de  la  Zouch, \nready  to  meet  all  combatants ;  and  woe  betide  those  who  received  the \nponderous  and  crushing  blows  of  his  mighty  intellectual  raace|\"     Mr. \nWebster  is  a  member  of  the  American  Academy  of  Arts  and  Sciences, \nMassachusetts  Historical,   New  England  Genealogic,   and  American \nAntiquarian  Societies. \n\n\nSAMUEL   LORENZO  KNAPP. \n\nAUGUST  5,    1826.     EULOGY   ON   ADAMS   AND   JEFFERSON. \n\nWas  born  at  Newburyport,  in  1774;  and  was  educated  at  Phillips'     /\"Jj \nAcademy,  in  Exeter,  where  he  shone  as  one  of  the  most  brilliant \nscholars,  especially  in  declamation.     He  graduated  at  Dartmouth  Col- \n38 \n\n\n446  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nlege  in  1804,  when  he  entered  on  the  study  of  law,  under  Chief  Justice \nParsons,  at  Ncwburjport,  and  married  Mary  Ann,  daughter  of  Gen. \nAmasa  Davis.  He  was  an  eminent  counsellor,  and  was  an  active  mem- \nber of  the  State  Legislature.  During  the  late  war  Avith  Great  Britain, \nhe  commanded  a  regiment  of  State  militia,  in  defence  of  the  coast.  In \n1824  he  became  editor  of  the  Boston  Gazette;  and  conducted,  also,  the \nBoston  oMonthly  Magazine,  one  of  the  most  refined  periodicals  of  polite \nliterature,  abounding  in  his  own  tasteful  contributions.  In  1826  Col. \nKnapp  established  the  National  Republican,  which  existed  only  two \nyears,  when  he  resumed  the  profession  of  law,  at  New  York.  An \nanecdote  is  related  of  Mr.  Knapp,  that  a  certain  publisher  of  a  peri- \nodical clipped  off  the  end  of  a  contribution  from  his  pen,  because  it  was \ntaking  up  too  much  space, —  Avho,  when  remonstrated  with  for  putting \n\"a  full  stop\"  to  his  article  where  there  should  have  been  only  a \ncomma,  after  several  abortive  attempts  at  pacification,  said,  \"  0  !  let  it \ngo  in,  Knapp ;  let  it  go  in  !  It  is  well  enough  as  it  is :  just  look  at  it ; \nsee,  now  ;  —  beside,  you  know,  nobody  will  read  it.  So,  Avhat  's  the \nodds,  Knapp?\"  The  whole  article  was  indignantly  withdrawn.  He \nwas  not  always  verbally  accurate  ;  but  his  diction  Avas  easy  and  grace- \nful, and  he  gathered  metaphors  for  illustration  with  as  much  ease  and \ntaste  as  a  florist  selects  the  beauties  of  the  garden  and  the  meadow'. \nHe  was  honored  with  the  personal  friendship  and  intimacy  of  Arch- \nbishop Cheverus ;  at  whose  suggestion  he  received  the  degree  of  doctor \nof  laws  from  the  college  at  Paris,  in  France.  His  biographical  memoir \nof  the  vaiierable  prelate  Avas  one  of  the  most  elegant  performances  of \nthat  sort.  He  Avas  one  of  the  best  writers  of  eulogiums  and  sketches \nof  character  in  the  Union.  His  Avork  on  eminent  laAvyers,  statesmen, \nand  men  of  letters,  now  out  of  print,  is  a  model  for  Avriters  of  biography. \nHe  Avas  a  very  popular  public  speaker,  being  very  fluent,  easy,  winning, \nand  graceful.  He  was  rich  in  anecdote,  grave,  lively  and  humorous. \nHe  had  a  decided  disrelish  for  the  technicalities  of  law ;  and  the  best \nof  his  days  were  dcA'oted  to  literature.  Long  after  the  Avritings  of  the \npuny  revilcrs  of  American  genius  shall  have  supplied  the  grocer  with \nAvrappings,  and  the  book-Avorm  Avith  food,  the  Lectures  on  American \nLiterature,  by  S.  L.  Knapp.  will  have  a  place  in  the  library  of  the \nscholar,  and  minister  to  the  instruction  of  young  persons.  In  defend- \ning the  literary  reputation  of  others,  he  has  given  a  Avork  on  Avhich  his \nown  fame  may  securely  rest.  He  was  author  of  The  Bachelors,  and \nOther  Tales,  founded  on  American  Incident  and  Character;  Advice \n\n\nWILLIAM   POWELL   MASON.  447 \n\nin  the  Pursuits  of  Literature  ;  Lives  of  Aaron  Burr,  Andrew  Jackson, \nDaniel  Webster,  and  Thomas  Eddy ;  and  several  political  orations. \nHe  was  the  editor  of  Hinton's  United  States,  and  the  Libi-ary  of  Use- \nful Knowledge.  He  was  author,  also,  of  Travels  of  Ali  Bej  in  Boston \nand  its  vicinity ;  The  Genius  of  Free  Masonry,  or  a  Defence  of  the \nOrder ;  Female  Biography  of  Different  Ages  and  Nations  ;  Public \nCharacter,  comprising  Sketches  drawn  from  the  Living  and  the  Dead. \nHe  died  at  Hopkinton,  Mass.,  July  8,  1838,  aged  fifty-four. \n\n\nWILLIAM   POWELL   MASON. \n\nJULY  4,  1827.     FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"There  are  periods  of  the  world,\"  says  Mr.  Mason,  \"and  portions \nof  the  earth,  in  Avhich  whole  generations  of  men  may  go  down  silently \nand  unnoticed  to  their  graves,  and  at  least  enjoy  the  iDrivilcge  of  being \nforgotten ;  when,  if  they  may  not  dare  to  expect  tlie  praises  of  pos- \nterity, they  may  yet  hope  to  escape  its  reproaches.  But  such  is  not \nthe  period  in  which  we  live,  nor  such  the  country  avc  inhabit. \n\n' '  I  Avill  not  endeavor  to  stimulate  you  to  the  performance  of  your \nduties,  by  promising  you  an  immortality  of  fame  in  after  ages.  No : \nthis  is  your  birth-right ;  you  cannot  lose  it.  Neglect  these  duties. \nruin  your  country,  and  disappoint  the  world ;  —  yet,  fear  not,  your \nnames  shall  be  immortal, —  as  immortal  as  your  ancestors'.  On  the \nsame  page  of  history  on  which  their  names  and  deeds  are  recorded, \nand  in  as  imperishable  characters,  shall  yours,  ako,  be  inscribed. \nAnd  when  the  future  heroes  of  far-distant  centuries  shall  turn  back  to \nthat  page  for  stimulants  to  their  exertions,  future  statesmen  and \npatriots  look  there  for  lessons  of  wisdom  and  virtue,  and  the  future \npoet  draw  thence  a  noble  theme  for  his  aspiring  muse,  your  name \nshall  not  be  passed  by  unnoticed  by  them;  the  same  voices  that  swell \nwith  praises  and  benedictions  to  the  memories  of  your  ancestors  shall \nload  yours  with  execrations  and  contempt.  Let  us,  my  countrymen, \nescape  so  disgraceful  an  immortality.  Let  us  avert  so  disastrous  a \ntermination  of  our  hitherto  brilliant  career.     Let  us  turn  from  the \n\n\n448  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncontemplation  of  the  deeds  and  virtues  of  our  ancestors,  from  felicita- \ntions on  our  own  happy  circumstances,  and  from  musings  on  the  many \nbright  and  gloAving  objects  which  spread  themselves  out  in  the  splendid \nprospect  before  us,  and  endeavor  to  expose,  whilst  we  may  yet  avoid \nthem,  some  of  the  rocks  and  precipices  which  lay  in  our  path,  and \nwhich  are  not  the  less  dangerous  because  they  are  decked  with  flowers. \nThe  moralist  truly  tells  us,  that  the  most  perfect  things  of  this  world \nyet  carry  with  them  the  taint  of  imperfection.  The  all-glorious  works \nof  nature  require  the  constantly  sustaining  and  corrective  hand  of \ntheir  great  Creator.  And  in  man,  and  in  all  the  labor  of  his  hands \nand  all  the  emanations  of  his  mind,  are  contained  the  seeds  of  decay \nand  dissolution.  \"We  may  not  hope  to  obtain  for  ourselves,  or  our \ncountry,  an  exemption  from  this  universal  law ;  but  we  may  hope  to \neffect  what  is  within  the  power  of  man  to  do,  what  it  was  meant  he \nshould  do.  We  may  hope,  by  constant  watchfulness  and  exertions,  to \n■  repress  the  growth  of  every  noxious  principle  in  our  nature,  and  to \nstimulate  and  quicken  into  perfect  operation  all  the  great  and  noble \nones.\" \n\nWilliam  Powell  was  a  son  of  Hon.  Jonathan  Mason,  and  born  in \nBoston ;  and  was  prepared  for  college  under  Rev.  Dr.  Prentiss,  of \nMedfield.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1811,  at  which  time \nhe  engaged  in  a  conference  respecting  the  character  of  New  England, \nas  resulting  from  the  civil,  hterary  and  religious  institutions  of  our \nforefathers.  He  read  law  under  Hon.  Charles  Jackson ;  commenced \nthe  practice  of  law  as  partner  with  Hon.  William  Sullivan  :  is  a  coun- \nsellor-at-law ;  and  married  Hannah,  a  daughter  of  Daniel  Dennison \nRogers.  At  the  festival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  on  the  day  of  the  delivery \nof  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article,  Hon.  James  Savage  publicly \ngave  the  sentiment,  that  the  orator  is  the  Mason  who  builds  by  prin- \nciple an  edifice  that  shall  last  till  doomsday.  Mr.  Mason  was  a \nBoston  representative,  and  editor  of  Reports  of  Cases  in  the  U.  S. \nCircuit  Court,  from  1816  to  1830,  comprising  the  Decisions  of  Judge \nStory,  in  5  vols.  8vo.  They  will  honorably  class,  for  learning  and \ndaily  practice,  with  the  ablest  reports  of  Great  Britain.  Mr.  Mason \nwas  seven  years  treasurer  and  secretary  of  the  Social  Law  Library. \n\n\nBRADFORD  SUMNER.  —  NATHANIEL  GREENE.        449 \n\nBRADFORD   SUMNER. \n\nJULY  4,  1828.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  in  Taunton,  Mass.  ;  educated  at  the  academy  under  Mr. \nDoggett,  and  graduated  at  Brown  University,  in  1808  :  was  a  tutor \nin  that  college  for  nearly  two  years  ;  and  read  law  with  Hon.  Theron \nMetcalf  during  a  portion  of  his  novitiate  ;  settled  in  Boston ;  and  mar- \nried Amelia  Bertody.  Is  a  counsellor-at-law :  and  was  a  ]]ostou \nrepresentative  in  1826.  lie  delivered  an  address  for  the  Massachu- \nsetts Peace  Society,  in  1831,  Avhich  was  published.  Mr.  Sumner  is \neminent  for  chamber  counsel,  of  truly  estimable  character,  and  ban \nfrequently  been  a  candidate  for  Congress,  and  for  the  mayoralty  of \nBoston :  but,  not  being  of  the  popular  party.  Wiis  always  defeated. \nHe  is  a  decided  friend  of  popular  education,  and  has  been  twice  elected \nto  the  school  committee. \n\nIn  his  oration  on  national  independence,  Mr.  Sumner  advances  un \nopinion  that  should  ever  impress  the  public  mind :  \"  I  would  not  pre- \ndict the  dismemberment  of  our  Union  at  any  future  period.  I  would \ngladly  indulge  the  belief  that  such  an  event  could  never,  in  the  n;iturc \nof  things,  come  to  pass.  But  nothing  is  more  certain,  and  nothing \nmore  obvious  to  the  common  observer,  than  that  all  the  virtue,  and  all \nthe  wisdom,  and  all  the  patriotism,  that  we  can  ever  hope  to  exercise \nas  a  nation,  will  bo  necessary  to  that  equal  adjustment  of  general  law« \nto  the  various  rights  and  interests  of  the  people  which  alone  can  pre- \nserve our  Union.\" \n\n\nNATHANIEL   GREENE. \n\nJAN.   8,    1828.     OX   THE   BATTLE  OF  NEW   ORLEANS. \n\nWas  born  at  Boscawen,  N.  IL,  May  20,  1797,  and  was  son  of \nNathaniel  Greene,  a  reputable  counsellor  in  that  town  at  the  period \nwhen  Daniel  Webster  opened  an  office  there.  Owing  to  the  pecuniary \nreverses  and  subsequent  death  of  his  father,  in  1807,  Nathaniel  found \nhimself  without  a  home,  dependent  solely  on  his  widowed  mother,  and \nhis  own  exertions,  for  support.  Having  made  good  progress  at  the \n38* \n\n\n450  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nvillage  school  of  his  native  town  during  the  short  period  of  his  element- \nary course,  he  was  enabled  to  procure  a  situation  in  a  variety  store ; \nbut  the  business  of  measuring  tape  and  weigliing  tea  was  uncongenial \nto  his  mind.  He  had  read  the  Memoirs  of  Franklin,  and  it  became  the \ngreat  object  of  his  ambition  to  be  an  editor.  He  was  entirely  absorbed \nin  this  desire ;  and  the  mode  of  effecting  it  was  the  great  theme  of  his \nthoughts  by  day  and  dreams  by  night.  At  length,  a  prospect  opened \nto  his  delighted  vision.  The  famous  Isaac  Hill,  who  afterwards  rose  to \nthe  highest  eminence  in  political  life,  established  a  Democratic  paper, \nin  May,  1809,  at  Concord,  entitled  the  New  Hampshire  Patriot. \nThis  paper  was  taken  where  young  Greene  was  a  clerk,  and  he  pored \nover  it  with  great  enthusiasm;  and,  on  the  fourth  of  July,  1809,  he \nproposed  his  service  to  Mr.  Hill,  who  received  him  as  an  apprentice  to \nthe  printing  business.  He  continued  nearly  two  years  in  this  office ; \nAvhen,  finding  the  prospect  of  promotion  too  remote  from  the  editorial \nstation,  he  engaged  in  a  neighboring  office,  where,  at  the  premature \nage  of  fifteen,  he  became  editor  of  the  Concord  Gazette,  until  January, \n1814,  when  he  removed  to  Portsmouth,  where,  until  the  next  year,  he \nassumed  the  charge  of  the  New  Hampshire  Gazette,  published  by \nMessrs.  Beck  &  Foster.  In  April,  1815,  he  removed  to  Haverhill. \nMass.,  where  he  was  in  the  employ  of  Burrell  &  Tileston,  for  a  period \nof  two  years,  having  the  entire  charge  of  the  Haverhill  Gazette,  pub- \nlished by  them,  which  he  ably  conducted.  In  May,  1817,  Mr.  Greene \nmade  his  first  appearance  as  an  editor  and  publisher  in  his  own  name, \nand  on  his  own  account,  in  a  new  Democratic  paper,  the  Essex  Patriot, \nwhich  he  conducted  until  invited  to  Boston,  for  the  purpose  of  estab- \nlishing another  Democratic  journal  in  that  city.  He  complied  with \nthis  invitation,  and  established  the  Boston  Statesman,  which  was \nissued  Feb.  6,  1821,  semi-weekly,  then  tri- weekly,  and,  finally,  daily. \nIt  soon  became  the  leading  Democratic  journal  of  the  State,  and  bore \nthe  same  relation  to  this  party  as  had  the  old  Independent  Chronicle \nto  the  Republican  partj^,  and  exercised  a  controlling  influence  on  the \npohtics  of  the  nation.  It  has  ever  been  strong  for  the  union  of  the \nStates. \n\nHere  we  cannot  resist  the  desire  to  remark,  that,  however  much  the \ntwo  great  national  parties  of  Whig  and  Democratic  may  be  at  variance \non  the  modes  of  public  policy,  no  candid  mind  can  doubt  that  patriotic \nlove  of  country  is  the  moving  motive  of  all  the  conscientious  leaders  of \nconflicting  national  policy.     Is  it  not  a  question  whether  the  democracy \n\n\nNATHANIEL   GREENE.  451 \n\nof  Thomas  Jefferson  was  far  more  profound  and  conservative  than  the \ndemocracy  of  Andrew  Jackson,  and  whether  the  Whig  party  of  the \npresent  day  is  not  more  democratic  than  was  the  Federal  party  under \nJohn  Adams  1  Indeed,  it  is  our  decided  opinion,  that  the  unrestrained \nfreedom  of  party  pohtical  discussion  in  our  land  has  strengthened  the \nlx)nds  of  the  national  union ;  and  we  heartily  respond  to  the  opinion  of \nthe  immortal  Jefferson,  that  '•  so  we  have  gone  on,  and  so  we  shall  go \non,  puzzled  and  prospering  beyond  example  in  history ;  and  shall  con- \ntinue to  grow,  to  multiply,  and  to  prosper,  until  we  exhibit  an  associa- \ntion powerful,  wise,  and  happy  beyond  what  has  yet  been  seen  by  men.\" \n\nThe  Statesman  was  not  a  source  of  pecuniary  profit.  Mr.  Greene, \nhaving  always  been  a  decided  a<;lvocate  for  regular  nominations,  and \na  firm  supporter  of  the  accustomed  usages  of  the  Democratic  party, \nwarmly  sustained  the  nomination  of  William  H.  Crawford,  in  182-3, \nfor  the  presidency.  In  this  year,  Mr.  Greene  was  lieutenant  of  a \nmihtia  company,  and  member  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery \ncompany ;  but  military  habits  were  not  congenial  to  his  taste,  and  he \nsoon  laid  aside  the  musket.  At  this  period,  a  majority  of  the  people \nof  New  England  were  advocates  of  John  Quincy  Adams ;  and  the \nBoston  Statesman  felt  the  blighting  influence  of  its  unpopular  cause, \nin  the  diminution  of  its  patrons,  and  the  loss  of  business.  The  termi- \nnation of  that  contest  having  evinced  that  Andrew  Jackson,  although \nat  the  time  without  a  party  in  New  England,  had  received  a  larger \nnumber  of  Democratic  votes  than  any  other  candidate,  Mr.  Greene \ndirectly  assumed  that  fact  as  the  most  effective  nomination  that  could \nbe  given,  and  pointed  him  out  as  the  most  suitable  representative  of  all \nthose  who  had  opposed  Adams,  and  who,  remarks  the  Democratic \nReview,  \"  were  resolved  to  mark  their  indignant  dissatisfaction  at  the \nmanner  in  which  JNIr.  Adams  had  been  elected  by  the  House  of  Repre- \nsentatives, by  a  determined  opposition  to  his  administration.\"  However \n}nuch  the  ire  of  the  Democracy  may  have  been  excited  at  this  decision  of \nthe  house,  we  merely  inquire  whether  they  would  not  have  pursued  the \nsame  course  in  like  circumstances.  From  that  moment,  the  Statesman \ngave  to  the  cause  of  Andi-ew  Jackson,  says  the  Democratic  Review, \n•'a  firm,  consistent,  able  and  efiicient  support,  through  the  whole \nstruggle  which  resulted  in  his  election  in  the  year  1828  ;  \"  at  which \nperiod  Mr.  Greene  was  involved  in  great  pecuniary  loss,  and  in  debt  to \na  large  amount. \n\nMr.  Greene  married  Susan,  a  daughter  of  Rev.  Wilhara  Batchelder, \n\n\n452  TUE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nof  Haverhill;  and  their  son,  William  B.,  educated  at  West  Point,  for- \nmerly a  lieutenant  in  the  U.  S.  army,  settled  in  the  ministry  at  Brook- \nfield,  Mass.,  and  married  a  daughter  of  Hon.  Robert  G.  Shaw,  of \nBoston. \n\nWhile  editor  of  the  Statesman,  Mr.  Greene,  by  an  intense  applica- \ntion to  books,  acquired  a  fine  taste  for  polite  literature,  and  made \nhimself  familiar  Avith  several  languages.  In  1833  he  published  an \naddress  delivered  before  the  Massachusetts  Charitable  Mechanic  Asso- \nciation. In  1836  he  published  a  compendious  History  of  Italy,  trans- \nlated from  the  Italian.  He  was  translator,  also,  of  Tales  from  the \nGerman,  2  vols.,  published  in  1837;  and  in  1843  he  published  Tales \nand  Sketches  from  the  German,  Italian,  and  French.  He  has  been  a \ncontributor  to  several  annuals,  and  has  a  fine  poetic  fancy. \n\nNathaniel  Greene,  in  the  year  1829,  was  appointed  the  post-master \nof  Boston,  which  station  he  occupied  until  the  accession  of  Gen.  Harri- \nson to  the  presidency,  when  he  Avas  succeeded  by  George  William \nGordon ;  —  and,  although  this  was  one  of  the  first  public  removals  of \nthe  new  administi'ation,  yet  one  of  the  last  measures  of  President \nTyler  was  to  reinstate  Mr.  Greene  in  the  same  ofiBce,  which  he  occu- \npied until  after  the  election  of  Zachary  Taylor,  who  appointed  William \nHayden,  a  former  editor  of  the  Boston  Atlas,  as  his  successor ;  but, \nupon  the  rejection  of  the  latter  by  the  Senate,  Mr.  Gordon  was  again \nappointed,  in  1850.  Mr.  Greene  had  the  reputation  of  conducting \nthis  department  to  the  entire  approval  of  the  national  executive,  and, \nby  his  urbane  and  conciliatory  deportment,  to  the  satisfaction  of  the \npublic  in  Boston ;  and  his  consistent  and  untiring  devotion  to  the \nDemocracy  will  ever  endear  his  name  to  the  party.  It  Avas  declared \nof  him,  in  a  toast  at  the  public  festival  after  the  delivery  of  the  oration \nat  the  head  of  this  article,  that  he  \"has  portrayed  the  principles  of \nJackson  Democracy  with  an  eloquence  and  spirit  corresponding  with \nthe  talents  and  fortitude  exhibited  by  the  editor  of  the  Boston  States- \nman.\" Since  his  retirement  from  public  life,  Mr.  Greene  has  taken \nthe  tour  of  Europe. \n\nIn  the  course  of  remarks  on  the  battle  of  New  Orleans,  Mr.  Greene \neloquently  urges,  in  the  oration,  that  the  brightest  flower  in  Jackson's \nwreath  of  victory  was,  that  \"he  knew  not  only  to  conquer,  but  to \nspare.  In  the  trying  moment  of  victory,  when  the  mind  is  peculiarly \nliable  to  excess,  he  evinced  a  tenderness  for  human  life  which  does \nhonor  to  his  heart,  and  adds  lustre  to  his  triumph.     The  crisis  is  past, \n\n\nJOSEPH   HARDY   PRINCE.  453 \n\nand  the  country  is  saved ;  he  will  not  pursue  a  flying  enemy,  to  swell \nthe  tide  of  victory  by  the  unnecessary  effusion  of  human  blood, — \nhumanity  is  not  compelled  to  weep  over  the  laurels  of  victory.  His \ncountry  had  intrusted  to  his  hands  the  lives  of  her  bravest  defenders, \nand  he  was  not  unmindful  of  the  sacred  trust.  lie  watched  over  them \nwith  paternal  care ;  and  it  was  his  greatest  pride  to  restore  them \nunharmed  to  the  country  they  had  honored,  to  the  sacred  homes  they \nhad  so  gallantly  protected.  This  it  is  which  so  richly  entitles  General \nJackson  to  the  praise  bestowed  upon  his  victorious  companions-in- \narms, '  The  gratitude  of  a  country  of  freemen  is  yours,  jomys,  the \napplause  of  an  admiring  world.'  How  changed  is  the  scene,  this  day, \nat  New  Orleans  !  There  is  no  longer  the  stern  look,  the  anxious \nbrow,  the  tear  in  woman's  eye.  All,  all  are  joyful,  and  festivity  and \ntriumph  rule  the  hour.  The  people  crowd  around,  and  hail  their \ndeliverer.  The  men  who  stood  by  his  side  when  the  battle  raged \nhasten  to  press  the  hand  that  waved  encouragement  to  their  hearts  in \nthat  awful  moment.  Mothers,  in  the  fulness  of  their  gratitude,  come \nforward  to  present  their  children  for  the  blessing  of  the  hero  who  saved \nthe  sons  of  Louisiana  from  slavery,  and  her  daughters  from  violation. \nThey  will  say  to  him,  '  We  remember  that,  on  the  night  when  the \nenemy  landed,  and  you  led  your  forces  forth  to  meet  him,  you  told  us \n\"  The  enemy  shall  never  reach  the  city ;  \"  and  well  was  your  pledge \nredeemed.  We  offer  to  you  the  warm  tribute  of  our  gratitude,  and \nwill  teach  our  children  and  our  children's  children  to  cherish  the \nmemory  of  their  benefactor.'  \" \n\n\nJOSEPH    HARDY   PRINCE. \n\nJULY   4,  1828.     FOR  THE  WASHINGTON   SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Salem,  and  son  of  Capt.  Henry  Prince.  He  read  law \nwith  Hon.  John  Pickering,  after  having  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1819,  and  practised  law  in  Boston.  Was  a  representative  for \nSalem  in  1825.  Was  appointed  an  inspector  of  customs  in  1834. \nHo  Avas  private  secretary  for  Com.  Elliot,  of  the  frigate  Constitution, \nin  1835,  on  the  voyage  to  France,  for  the  return  of  Hon.  Edward \nLivingston,  the  American  minister,  owing  to  differences  with  that \n\n\n454  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nnation.  He  pursued  the  practice  of  law,  and  in  1848  was  appointed \nto  the  surveyor's  department  of  customs,  at  Boston.  Mr.  Prince  has \never  been  tenaciously  devoted  to  the  Democratic  party,  and  was  an \nearly  advocate  for  Andrew  Jackson.  After  the  delivery  of  the  oration \nat  the  head  of  this  article,  when  Andrew  Dunlap  moved  that  a  copy \nbe  requested  for  the  press,  Mr.  Prince  said,  \"  If  I  have  done  anything \ntowards  re-kindling  the  fire  of  the  old  Democracy,  if  I  have  contrib- \nuted a  pebble  to  the  pile  in  the  cause  of  principle  against  corruption,  I \nshall  be  satisfied.\"  The  reply  to  objections  to  the  qualifications  of  the \nold  Roman  for  the  presidency  is  thus  impassionedly  poured  out  in \ncaustic  severity : \n\n\"  Stand  forth,  ye  spawners  of  fustian  romance  and  lascivious  lyric! \nye  ribald  rhymesters  of  Dusky  Sally !  ye  professors  of  rhetoric !  ye  mod- \nern Priscians  !  tear  from  the  brow  of  the  war-worn  veteran  and  patriot \ntheir  hard-earned  laurels !  Vindicate  your  claims  to  political  promotion \nand  civil  honors  !  I  would  be  the  last  to  decry  the  cultivation  of  a \ncorrect  and  elegant  literature.  It  is  our  Corinthian  column,  that  gives \ngrace  and  dignity  to  our  institutions,  and  adorns  and  elevates  national \ncharacter.  We  have  yet  to  see  our  Augustan  age, —  the  age  v/hen \nRoman  literature  flourished,  and  Roman  freedom  drooped.  It  is  true \nthat  men  distinguished  as  orators,  poets  and  philosophers,  have  risen \namong  us ;  but  we  have  not  yet  produced  that  constellation  of  literary \ngenius  which  is  to  guide  and  direct  posterity.  Our  business  has  been \nto  cement  and  strengthen  the  fabric,  not  to  adorn  it.  There  is  a  char- \nlatanism of  literature  which  enervates  the  intellect,  and  renders  men \nunfit  for  the  arena  of  the  world, —  incapable  of  leading  in  government. \nI  would  apply  to  the  amalgamation  of  the  two  characters  of  your  mere \nman  of  literature  and  statesman  the  just  and  happy  remark  of  a  very \ngreat  man  —  Mr.  Brougham  —  on  the  expediency  of  making  clergy- \nmen magistrates.  It  is,  that  the  combination  produces  what  the \nalchemists  call  a  tertian  quid,  with  very  little,  indeed,  of  the  good \nqualities  of  either  ingredient,  and  no  little  of  the  bad  ones  of  both, \ntogether  with  new  evils,  superinduced  by  the  commixture.  The \nremark  is  equally  just  and  applicable  on  either  side  of  the  water, —  on \nthe  banks  of  the  Thames,  or  on  those  of  the  Charles, —  in  the  Middle- \nsex of  England,  or  the  Middlesex  of  Massachusetts.  Who  were  the \nethereal  spirits  that  achieved  your  Revolution  7  Who  were  your  John \nHancocks  and  your  Patrick  Henrys  ?  Who  were  most  of  the  immortal \nsigners  of  the  Declaration  of  Independence  7     They  formed  their  esti- \n\n\nJAMES   DAVIS   KNOWLES.  455 \n\nmates  of  human  character,  not  from  books  alone,  but  from  a  close \nobservation  of  men  in  all  ages,  in  all  times.  When  Themistocles  was \nasked  to  play  on  the  lute,  he  replied,  '  I  cannot  fiddle,  but  I  know \nhow  to  make  a  small  citj  a  great  one.'  He  could  not  sing  lascivious \nlyrics,  but  he  had  a  practical  knowledge  of  mankind.  It  is  true  that \nthe  Republican  candidate  is  not  familiar  with  the  lucubrations  of  a \nparson.  He  was  not  nurtured  in  the  groves  of  the  academ3^  He  has \nnever  sported  with  Amaryllis  in  the  shade,  or  with  the  tangles  of  a \nNereis'  hair ;  but  he  has  the  great  talent  of  leading  men,  whether  in \nthe  council  or  the  field.  He  had  not  a  wealthy  aristocracy  to  stand \nhis  sponsors  at  the  baptismal  font,  nor  the  nurses  of  an  imperial  court \nto  amuse  him  with  the  innocent  ribbons  of  royalty.  No;  the  son  of \nthe  west  practised  on  the  useful  precepts  of  the  Spartan  chief,  that \nthe  child  should  be  instructed  in  the  arts  which  will  be  useful  to  the \nman.  At  an  early  period  of  life  he  gave  presages  of  his  future  emi- \nnence. Emerging  from  obscurity,  fatherless,  motherless,  friendless, \nwithout  a  drop  of  his  blood  in  the  veins  of  any  living  creature,  he  has \nexhibited  the  spectacle  of  a  man  buffeting  the  waves  of  fortune,  strug- \nghng  Avith  and  surmounting  the  trying  vicissitudes  of  place  and  con- \ndition. Like  the  mighty  rivers  of  our  country,  wliose  sources  are \nin  the  dark  and  hidden  retreats  of  the  mountains,  whose  grandeur  owes \nnothing  to  art,  dashing  before  their  impetuous  tide  rocks,  hills  and \nforests,  he  stands  the  object  of  our  gaze  and  admiration.\" \n\n\nJAMES   DAVIS   KNOWLES. \n\nJULY   4,    1828.     FOR  THE   BAPTIST   CHURCHES,  BOSTON. \n\nWas  born  in  Providence,  R.  I.,  July,  1798,  and  the  second  son  of \nEdward  Knowles,  a  worthy  mechanic;  married  Susan  E.,  daughter \nof  Joshua  Langley,  of  that  city,  in  1826.  His  father  died  when  he \nwas  twelve  years  of  age,  and  he  was  shortly  apprenticed  to  a  printer, \nwhere,  by  great  diligence,  he  was  enabled  to  become  a  contributor  of \nprose  and  verse  to  newspapers,  often  attributed  to  writers  of  maturity. \nIn  July,  1819,  Mr.  Knowles  was  an  associate  editor  of  the  R.  I. \nAmerican.  He  often  struck  the  lyre  ;  and  among  the  most  feUcitous \nefforts  of  his  muse  may  be  classed  his  stanzas  attempting  to  supply  the \n\n\n456  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\ndeficiency  of  Gray's  Elegy  in  religious  sentiment,  Avhich,  in  point  of \nbeauty  and  tenderness,  may  well  compare  with  the  sweet  flowers  of  the \nEnglish  poet.  While  employed  as  editor,  so  carefully  did  he  improve \nevery  leisure  moment,  that  he  would  have  his  Greek  grammar  upon \nthe  table  at  the  time  of  his  meals.  To  see  this  young  man  as  intently \noccupied  in  mental  nourishment  as  he  could  be  in  his  repast  for  phys- \nical nutriment,  Avas  often  a  subject  of  remark  by  his  companions,  and \nhe  soon  became  as  familiar  with  that  language  as  he  was  Avith  Latin \nand  French :  indeed,  his  progress  in  study  was  so  efficient,  that  he \nwas  admitted  to  college  in  advance  of  the  customary  periotl.  lie \nearned  the  expenses  of  his  education  at  Columbian  College,  mainly  as \neditor  of  the  Columbian  Star,  established  at  Washington,  in  1822.  He \nhad  entered  the  Baptist  Theological  Seminary,  at  Philadelpliia,  in \n1821,  conducted  by  William  Staughton,  D.  D.,  and  Rev.  Irah  Chase. \nGn  taking  his  degree,  December,  1824,  he  Avas  elected  a  tutor  of  the \n(college,  Avhich  station  he  occupied  until  his  ordination  as  pastor  of  the \nSecond  Baptist  Church  in  Boston,  Dec.  28,  1825. \n\nWhile  a  student  at  college,  he  delivered  an  oration,  July  4,  1823, \nat  the  request  of  the  Eusonian  and  the  Ciceronian  societies,  Avhich  is \na  pure  specimen  of  polite  composition,  breathing  the  ferA'or  of  chaste \nand  patriotic  sentiment.     We  glean  from  it  this  choice  passage : \n\n\"Montgomery  has  beautifully  described  Columbus,  Avhile  meditating \non  his  great  expedition,  as  gazing  Avith  eager  anticipation  tOAAards  the \nncAV  Avorld  Avhich  he  hoped  to  discover. \n\nc,  '  \"  Lighjt  of  heaven  !  \"  he  cried  ; \n\n\"  Lead  on  ;  I  go  to  win  a  glorious  bride, \n1  By  nature  nursed  beyond  the  jealous  sea, — \n\nDescried  to  ages,  but  betrothed  to  me.\"  '  ,  i \n\nThis  l)ride  our  Pilgrim  Fathers  found  on  these  unvisited  shores.  On \nher  shady  bowers  no  rude  spoiler  had  intruded.  None  of  the  corrup- \ntions of  the  Old  AVorld  had  found  their  Avay  into  her  bosom.  She  was \nworthy  to  be  the  bride  of  our  forefathers,  and  to  become  the  mother \nof  a  race  of  freemen.' ' \n\nOf  Mr.  Knowles'  published  sermons,  Avere  one  at  the  installation  of \nllcv.  lIoAvard  Malcom,  Jan.  9,  1825,  and  another  before  the  Boston \nBaptist  Association,  Sept.  10,  1829.  In  the  same  year,  he  published \nMemoirs  of  Ann  Hasseltine  Judson,  missionary  to  Burmah, —  a  pro- \nduction which  Avill  render  his  name  imperishable.     In  1832  he  was \n\n\nJAMES  DAVIS   KNOWLES.  457 \n\nelected  Professor  of  Pastoral  Duties  and  Sacred  Rhetoric,  in  the  New- \nton Theological  Seminary,  and  his  inaugural  address  on  the  Importance \nof  Theological  Institutions  was  printed.  In  1829  he  published  also  a \nFast  sermon,  entitled  '•  Spirituous  Liquors  Pernicious  and  Useless.\" \nMr.  Knowles,  as  a  sermonizer,  was  so  smooth  and  insinuating,  that  he \ncaptivated  many,  despite  his  distant  and  unsocial  habits ;  but  he  was \nwarm  in  his  affections  toward  a  few  intimate  friends.  He  was  of  such \nkeen  sensibility,  that  an  unkind  glance  -would  offend  him ;  and  a  base \nslander  on  his  flxultless  habits  probably  induced  him  to  leave  the  pas- \ntoral office.  Is  it  not  questionable  whether  the  spirit  of  discipline,  in \nmany  Baptist  churches,  is  worthy  the  mantle  of  Roger  Williams  7 \n\nHe  occupied  the  professorship,  with  close  devotion  and  ability,  until \nhis  decease,  which  occurred  May  9,  1838,  on  his  return  from  the  Mis- \nsionary Baptist  Convention,  at  New  York.  His  death  was  caused  by \na  violent  attack  of  the  confluent  small-pox ;  and,  to  avoid  the  contagion \nof  his  remains,  they  were  laid  in  the  grave  at  midnight.  A  devoted \nfriend  of  Professor  Knowles,  residing  at  Newton,  wrote  the  following \neffusion  from  the  heart,  on  the  impulse  of  the  calamity : \n\n\"  They  bore  him  at  midnight  alone  midst  the  gloom \n\nIn  Avhich  night's  sable  pall  had  bound  him  ; \nNo  solemn  obsequies  were  sung  at  his  tomb,  — \n\nNo  kindred  nor  friends  stood  around  him. \nNo  eulogy  we  would  pronounce  on  his  name, \n\nNor  pi-aises  of  flattery  give  ; \nNo  tombstone  we  'd  raise  to  emblazon  his  fame,  — \n\nWithout  tliem  his  virtues  will  live. \nHis  memory,  enshrined  in  the  hearts  of  his  friends, \n\nShall  live  when  the  marble  hath  perished  ; \nThe  influence  he  shed,  as  the  dews  which  descend. \n\nShall  water  the  plants  which  he  nourished.\" \n\nThe  oration  pronounced  by  Mr.  Knowles,  at  the  religious  celebration \nof  independence,  in  the  year  1828,  on  the  perils  and  safeguards  of \nAmerican  liberty,  clearly  evinces  that  his  tact  as  editor  in  the  political \nfield  was  equal  to  his  ability  in  the  more  elevated  sphere  of  divinity. \nThe  passage  on  the  danger  from  ambitious  and  unprincipled  political \naspirants  is  worthy  of  any  statesman. \n\nOne  of  the  strongest  indications  of  the  vigorous  advance  of  bibhcal \nand  classical  literature  in  our  republic  is  the  establishment  of  quarterly \nperiodicals  in  the  principal  religious  sects,  comprising  contributions  of \nthe  highest  order  of  intellect.  The  Congregationalists  have  their \nBibliotheca  Sacra  and  the  New  Englander ;  the  Unitarians  have  their \n\n\n458  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nExaminer,  which,  for  refinement,  rivals  the  North  American;  the \nEpiscopalians  have  their  Church  Review ;  the  Methodists  have  their \nQuarterly  Review ;  the  Lutherans  have  their  Mercersburg  Review ; \nthe  Presbyterians  have  their  Princeton  Review ;  the  Roman  Catholics \nhave  their  Brownson's  Review ;  there  is  the  Universalist  Quarterly : \nand  the  Baptists  have  their  Christian  Review,  radiating  the  light  of \nNewton  Theological  Seminary.  Professor  Knowles  Avas  the  first^ \neditor,  on  its  establishment,  in  1836,  and  exhibited  in  its  management \ngreat  learning  and  energy.  The  pastors  of  every  church  should  advise \ntheir  people  to  receive  in  their  families  the  favorite  quarterly  of  tneir \ndenomination,  as  a  powerful  aid  to  religious  and  patriotic  progress; \nand  more  especially  should  it  be  in  the  hands  of  every  student  in \n\ndivinitv- \n\nAs  the  annalist  of  the  life  and  times  of  Roger  Williams,  were  James \nDavis  Knowles  a  novitiate  of  Camden,  or  Leland,  he  could  not  have \ngathered  around  him  a  greater  mass  of  antiquarian  lore.  He  is  the \nfirst  extended  biographer  of  this  father  of  the  doctrine  that  the  civil \npower  has  no  control  over  the  religious  opinions  of  men ;  and  has  elab- \norated a  memoir  that  Robert  Southey,  of  England,  gave  up  in  despair, \nfor  want  of  materials ;  and  our  own  Jeremy  Belknap,  and  more  recently, \nFrancis  Greenwood,  also  abandoned,  chiefly  for  similar  reasons.  The \npublic  good  requires  a  new  edition  of  this  work,  with  additions ;  and \nno  author  can  write  a  memoir  of  Roger  Williams,  without  recourse  to \nthis  production.  Mr.  Knowles  remarks  that  the  principles  of  Roger \nWilliams  are  destined  to  spread  over  the  earth.  The  State  which  ho \nfounded  is  his  monument.  Her  sons,  when  asked  for  a  record  of  Roger \nWilliams,  may  point  to  her  history,  unstained  by  a  single  act  of  perse- \ncution,—  to  her  prosperity,  her  perfect  freedom,  her  tranquil  happi- \nness ;  and  may  reply,  in  the  spirit  of  the  epitaph  on  the  tomb  of  Sir \nChristopher  Wren,  in  St.  Paul's  Cathedral,  \"Look  around.\" \n\nIt  is  pleasant  to  glance  at  this  work.  Roger  W^illiams  was  banished \nbv  the  General  Court.  Nov.  3,  1635  ;  and  often  remarked  of  Gov. \nWinthrop,  that,  though  he  were  carried  with  the  stream  for  banishment, \nhe  tenderly  loved  him  to  his  last  breath.  He  first  pitched  and  began \nto  plant  at  Seekonk ;  and,  in  referring  to  his  situation  at  this  time,  he \nwrote,  alluding  to  the  Indians  : \n\n\"  God's  providence  is  rich  to  his,  — \nLet  none  di.strustful  be  ; \nIn  wilderness,  in  great  distress, \nThese  ravens  have  fed  me.\" \n\n\nJAMES   DAVIS   KNOWLES.  450 \n\nIt  was  probably  in  the  summer  of  1636  that  Roger  \"Williams \nremoved  to  the  spot  near  the  mouth  of  Washassuck  river,  beside  a \nspring;  to  which,  in  grateful  remembrance  of  \"God's  merciful  provi- \ndence to  him  in  his  distress,\"  he  gave  the  name  of  Providence.  In  1643 \nWilliams  proceeded  to  England,  and  obtained,  by  the  aid  of  Sir  Henry \nVane,  a  charter  for  the  colony  of  Rhode  Island.  It  was  at  this  period \nthat  he  wrote  his  celebrated  work,  entitled  \"The  Blood v  Tenet  of \nPersecution  for  Cause  of  Conscience,\"  etc..  in  which  he  maintained  the \nabsolute  right  of  every  man  to  a  full  liberty  in  religious  concernijients. \nMr.  Knowles  says  that  Williams  is  entitled  to  the  honor  of  being  the  first \nwriter,  in  modern  times,  who  decidedly  supported  this  opinion.  Bishop \nIleber  concedes  this  point  to  Jeremy  Taylor,  in  the  Liberty  of  Proph- \nesying ;  but  all  the  toleration  urged  by  Taylor  was  for  those  Christians \nonly  who  unite  in  the  confession  of  the  apostles'  creed.  There  is  a \npassage,  however,  in  More's  Utopia,  written  one  hundred  years  before \nWilliams'  day,  which  is  said  to  anticipate  everything  included  in  the \nprinciples  of  civil  and  religious  liberty  at  the  present  day.  But  then \nSir  James  Mackintosh  (juestioned  whether  extravagances  were  not \nintroduced,  in  other  parts  of  Utopia,  to  screen  the  bold  idea,  and  call  the \nwhole  a  rare  sport  of  wit.  Even  Locke,  in  his  Essay  on  Toleration, \ngoes  only  for  a  limited  liberty ;  and  we  must  yield  the  palm  to  Roger \nWilliams,  as  the  first  decided  advocate. \n\nThe  origin  of  this  work  is  too  singular  to  be  lost.  A  person  who \nwas  confined  in  Newgate,  on  account  of  his  religious  opinions,  wrote  a \npaper  against  persecution.  Not  having  the  use  of  pen  and  ink,  he \nwrote  the  arguments  in  milk,  on  sheets  of  paper  brought  to  him  by  the \nwoman,  his  keeper,  from  a  friend  in  London,  as  the  stopples  of  his \nmilk-bottle.  In  such  paper,  written  with  milk,  nothing  m\\\\  appear ; \nbut  the  way  of  reading  it  by  fire  being  known  to  his  friend  who  received \nthe  papers,  he  transcribed  and  kept  them.  This  essay  was  sent  to  Mr. \nCotton,  of  Boston.  He  wrote  a  reply,  of  which  Roger  Williams'  book \nis  an  examination.  The  title — \"The  Bloody  Tenet\" — is  a  fanciful \nreference  to  the  circumstance  that  the  original  paper  of  the  prisoner \nwas  written  with  milk.  \"  These  arguments  against  such  persecution, \nand  the  answer  pleading  for  it,  written,  as  love  hopes,  from  godly  inten- \ntions, hearts  and  hands,  yet  in  a  marvellous  different  style  and  man- \nner:—  the  arguments  against  persecution,  in  inilk;  the  answer  for  it,  as \nI  may  say,  in  blood.''  Mr.  Cotton  wrote  a  reply,  to  which  he  gave \nthe  quaint  and  punning  title,  \"The  Bloody  Tenet  Washed  and  made \n\n\n460  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nWhite  in  the  Blood  of  the  Lamb.\"  Williams  rejoined  in  the  same \nstrain :  '  '•  The  Bloody  Tenet  jet  More  Bloody,  by  Mr.  Cotton's  Endeavor \nto  Wash  it  White.\" \n\nRoger  Williams  enjoyed  the  personal  friendship  of  John  Milton  and \nOliver  Cromwell,  Avhich  no  doubt  had  a  tendency  to  rouse  his  ardor  for \nuniversal  toleration.  lie  had  a  passion  for  poetry;  and  the  specimens \nwhich  his  Key  to  the  Indian  Languages  exhibits,  though  superior  to \nmuch  of  the  contemporary  rhyme  in  Morton's  Memorial  and  Mather's \nMaguoha.  are  inferior,  in  real  poetic  feeling  and  expression,  to  much  of \nbis  prose  writings. \n\n\"  I  have  heard  ingenuous  Indians  saye. \n\nIn  debt3  they  could  not  sleepe ; \nHow  far  worse  are  such  English,  then. \n\nWho  love  in  debt  to  keepe  ? \nIf  debts  of  pounds  cause  restless  nights, \n\nIn  trade  with  man  and  man. \nHow  hai-d  's  the  heart  that  millions  owes \n\nTo  God,  and  yet  sleepe  can  ? \nDebts  paid,  sleep  's  sweete; \nSins  paid,  death  's  sweete  ; \nDeath's  night  then  's  turned  to  light ; \n\nWho  dies  in  sinne  unpaid,  that  soul \nHas  lights  eternal  night.\" \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN   JAMES. \n\nMARCH   4,    1829.      INAUGURATION   OF   PRESIDENT  JACKSON. \n\nIn  the  spirited  oration  of  Mr.  James,  we  have  an  illustration  of  the \nfact  that  \"  the  great  body  of  the  people  of  New  England  have  exhib- \nited a  lofty  and  generous  democratic  spirit  in  every  period  of  their \npolitical  history,  whether  colonial  or  republican ;  and  the  endeavor \nto  perpetuate  the  existence  of  aristocracy  among  our  people  was  as \nclear  under  the  royal  race  of  the  English  Stuarts,  as  during  the  Con- \nfederation or  the  Revolution.  At  the  time  when  King  James  the \nFirst,  of  England,  was  reproving  his  Parliament  for  presuming  to \nmeddle  in  matters  of  state  above  their  capacity,  forbidding  his  subjects \nin  genei'al  even  to  discourse  of  such  affairs,  and  the  homilies  of  the \nchurch  were  inculcating  passive  obedience  to  the  divine  right  of  kings, \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN   JAMES.*  461 \n\nthe  democracy  of  Boston,  in  the  course  of  the  three  first  years  of  their \nnew  settlement,  bid  his  majesty  open  and  repeated  defiance.  They  set \naside  his  royal  charter,  established  a  House  of  Representatives,  took \ninto  their  OAvn  hands  the  choice  of  governor,  deputy-governor  and \nassistants,  and  fined  the  executive  council  for  disobeying  their  com- \nmands. \n\n\"A  policy  of  a  very  different  complexion  was  shortly  after  pursued \nby  a  sinister  junto  at  the  same  settlement.  This  party  gave  its  sanc- \ntion to  a  compact  with  certain  persons  of  quality  in  the  mother  coun- \ntry, among  whom  were  the  Lords  Say  and  Brooke,  to  induce  their \nemigration  to  Boston  on  certain  conditions,  among  which  were  tlieso : \nThat  the  new  commonwealth,  to  be  instituted  for  the  accommodation \nof  their  lordships,  should  consist  of  two  distinct  ranks,  —  the  first  to  be \nhereditary  gentlemen,  and  the  second  common  freeholders ;  and  that \nthe  governor  should  always  be  chosen  from  the  rank  of  hereditary \ngentlemen. \n\n\"These  propositions  were  accordingly  assented  to  by  one  of  the \nBoston  clergymen  of  that  day,  who,  in  behalf  '  of  such  leading  men  as \nhe  thought  meet  to  consult  withal,'  admitted  that  the  two  ranks  of  gen- \ntlemen, and  of  the  common  people,  mentioned  by  their  lordships,  were \nsanctioned  both  by  Scripture  and  the  light  of  nature ;  and  the  rev- \nerend politician  adds  this  declaration  :  Democracy  I  do  not  conceive \nthat  ever  God  did  ordain  as  a  fit  government,  either  for  cliurch  or  com- \nmonwealth ;  for,  if  the  people  are  governors,  who  shall  ])c  governed  I \n\n\"  It  does  not  appear  tliat  th.e  people  of  Boston  assented  to  tliis  inter- \npretation of  the  laws  of  nature  and  i-evelation  ;  for  they  established  a \ngovernment  on  the  principles  of  a  pure  democracy,  which  Avas  continued \nfor  two  centuries,  and  then  abandoned  from  necessity. \n\n\"  To  say  nothing  of  the  Tories  of  the  Revolution,  to  whom  these \ndoctrines  were  regularly  transmitted,  and  passing  over  the  well-known \nsentiments  in  favor  of  a  distinction  of  ranks  avowed  by  the  Presiden- \ntial successor  of  Washington,  as  well  as  his  recognition  of  an  existing \nabsolute  oligarchy,  we  find  opinions  expressed  in  the  convention  that \nformed  the  federal  constitution  quite  repugnant  to  the  general  sentiment \nof  the  people. \n\n\"Some  of  the  most  able  of  that  illustrious  body  announced  as \n\nsettled  maxims  that,  as  all  communities  divide  themselves  into  the  few \n\nand  the  many,  and  as  there  has  always  been  an  aristocracy  in  every \n\ngovernment,  ancient  or  modern,  the  people  would  never  be  safe,  unless \n\n39* \n\n\n462  THE   ftuNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthis  aristocracy  ■were  gratified  with  honors  and  emoluments ;  and  that \nwe  must  proceed  to  the  confines  of  a  monarchical,  if  we  would  have  a \nsolid  republican  government.  Others  thought  that  monarchy  would  be \nthe  best  government,  if  we  could  have  a  House  of  Peers ;  but  Ave  were \ntoo  poor  for  that,  as  there  were  not  in  the  whole  confederacy  one  hun- \ndred gentlemen  of  sufficient  fortune  to  establish  a  nobility ;  and  it  was \ninsisted  that  the  executive  and  senatorial  branches  of  government  ought \nto  be  a  wealthy  aristocracy,  and  chosen  for  life.  In  fact,  a  strong  party \nin  that  convention,  representing  a  stronger  out  of  it,  indicated  in  their \nopinions  but  little  sympathy  with  the  temper  of  the  people,  manifestly \nundervalued  their  capacity,  and  displayed  a  rooted  prejudice  in  favor \nof  the  European  theories  of  government,  founded  on  the  assumption \nof  that  incapacity. \n\n\"But  they  were  afterwards  taught  their  best  lessons  in  the  school \nof  the  people  ;  and,  with  whatever  contempt  a  portion  of  these  accom- \nplished statesmen  might  have  regarded  the  favorite  maxim  of  Locke, \nthat  ■  the  science  of  politics  is  nothing  more  than  common  sense  applied \nto  public  affairs,'  still  there  were  some  among  them  who  profited  by  the \ninstruction,  and  became  ornaments  to  the  republican  party  of  a  subse- \nquent period.  They  lived  long  enough  to  discover  that  too  much  reli- \nance might  be  placed  on  the  patriotism  of  the  government,  and  too \nlittle  on  the  wisdom  of  the  governed. \n\n\"The  members  of  this  convention  were  all  refjublicans,  so  far  as \nthey  yielded  their  reluctant  assent  to  the  forms  of  the  republican  frame \nof  government  which  they  had  recommended  to  their  countrymen. \nYet  it  was  obvious  that  an  anti-republican  spirit  might  be  infused  into \nits  administration  ;  and  one  of  its  most  distinguished  framers,  at  the \ntime  of  its  ratification,  declared  that  its  character  would  depend  upon \nits  construction. \n\n'•Experience  soon  justified  the  prophetic  declaration.  The  spirit \nof  the  people,  as  expressed  in  that  instrument,  was  exorcised  by  the \ngenius  of  philology,  and  their  will  interpreted  until  it  passed  their \ncomprehension.  A  technical  system  of  construction  was  established, \nwhich,  like  the  royal  prerogative  claimed  by  the  Tudors  and  Stuarts  of \nEngland,  contains  an  inexhaustible  fund  of  latent  powers ;  so  that  its \nauthors,  as  this  power  is  to  be  usurped  by  rulers,  or  liberty  dispensed \nto  the  people,  have  found  means  to  take  by  the  spirit  what  they  are \ndenied  by  the  letter,  and  withhold  by  the  letter  what  is  given  by  the \nspirit. \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN   JAMES.  463 \n\n\"It  is  by  no  means  necessary  to  infer,  from  these  remarks,  that  the \nsame  projects  which  gilded  the  visions  of  the  advocates  of  hereditary \ngentlemen  among  the  Puritans,  or  of  the  hereditary  and  legislative \naristocracy  among  the  members  of  the  federal  convention,  are  still \nentertained  by  the  existing  opponents  of  democratic  principles.  We \nneed  not  do  such  injustice  to  their  probity  or  their  understandings. \nThis  wary  and  temporizing  class  of  society  take  special  care  to  change \ntheir  means,  and  modify  their  ends,  according  to  the  exigencies  of  their \nsituation  :  but  the  spirit  that  inspires  them  is  always  and  everywhere \nthe  same.  ToAvering  in  their  'pride  of  place,'  it  is  the  instinct  of \nthese  Avell-trained  falcons  of  the  State  to  wanton  at  large  in  airy \ncircles,  before  they  stoop  to  their  quarry.\"' \n\nWe  here  quote  a  p;issage  of  great  power,  equally  adapted  to  the  two \ngreat  pohtical  parties  of  the  Union,  which  should  be  emblazoned  in \nevery  town-house  and  ward-room,  or  at  every  depository  of  the  ballot- \nbox  :  ''If  you  leave  the  tents  of  your  fathers,  where  will  you  go? \nWould  you  seek  shelter  for  your  republican  principles  —  would  you \nteach  your  children  to  seek  shelter  for  theirs  —  with  those  temporary \ncombinations  of  men,  for  temporary  purposes,  which,  like  the  mountain \ntorrent,  rise  and  rage,  and  die  away  with  the  tempest  that  gives  them \nbirth  7  Or  will  you  join  such  associations  as  are  made  up  of  unpopu- \nlar minorities,  who  have  lost,  because  they  did  not  deserve,  the  public \nesteem  ;  and  of  seceders  from  your  own  party,  whose  principles  were \ntoo  lax  for  confidence,  or  whose  aims  were  too  high  for  gratification  7 \nAre  these  the  new  principles  you  would  purchase  at  the  expense  of \nold  ?  For  such  novelties,  are  you  prepared  to  make  concessions  ot \nprinciple,  to  conciliate  mutual  interests,  and,  to  carry  a  single  point  on \nwhich  you  agree,  hazard  a  multitude  on  which  you  differ  ? \n\n\"Is  it  for  tliis  you  are  ready  to  go  where  the  best  creed  of  the  day \nwill  be  that  which  will  carry  the  vote  of  the  day ;  -where  the  shortest \nroad  to  power  will  be  made  the  riglit  road ;  wliere  the  friendship  of \nthe  people  must  be  abandoned  for  the  patronage  of  the  great,  and  you \nmust  become  the  pliant  followers  of  men,  instead  of  the  proud  votaries \nof  principle :  where  those  the  most  unlike  the  lion  will  take  the  lion's \nshare  ;  where  you  will  be  insensibly  led  on  to  support  indiscriminately \nany  administration  that  will  indiscriminately  support  you ;  —  a  course \nthat  banishes  integrity  and  confidence  out  of  public  proceedings,  and \nconfounds  the  best  men  with  the  worst,  and  is  a  general  previous  sanc- \ntion to  misgovernment ;  where  public  spirit  is  swallowed  up  in  cabal, \n\n\n464  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nand  party  sinks  into  faction ;  and  where,  after  having  been  tost  about \namong  the  shifting  eddies  of  interest,  and  made  dizzy  with  a  wild  rota- \ntion of  opinions,  you  are  prepared  to  become  a  mere  free-thinker  in  pol- \nitics, ready  to  i)ropagate  any  doctrine  that  stands  highest  in  the  price- \ncurrent  of  the  day?  In  short,  fellow-citizens,  as  you  cherish  a  manly \npride  in  the  stability  of  a  consistent  scheme  of  politics,  continue  to \n}-csist  the  predatory  incursions  of  disappointed  seceders,  hair-brained \nvisionaries,  and  time-serving  adventurers  from  broken-down  minorities, \nwho  would  come  among  you  to  delude  the  weak,  and  to  defame  the \nstrong ;  and  may,  in  the  end,  as  heretofore,  drive  you  from  the  vantage- \nground  of  victory,  and  confound  you  with  successive  hordes  of  such \ndisorganizing  and  restless  spirits  as  the  great  Scottish  novelist  describes \nin  one  of  his  graphic  fictions, —  men  who  '  will  run  with  the  hare  and \nhunt  with  the  hound,  and  be  Whig  or  Tory,  saint  or  sinner,  as  the  wind \nstands.'  \" \n\nJohn  Warren  James  was  born  in  Boston,  in  the  year  1802,  and  was \nthe  youngest  son  of  Serg.  Benjamin  James,  who  vras  engaged  in  the \nBattle  of  Bunker  Hill  when  only  sixteen  years  of  age.     Among  the \nthrong  of  spectators  on  Copps  Hill,  was  a  young  female,  gazing  with \nintense  interest  to  learn  the  result.     This  young  person  was  Eunice \nJennison,   who  afterwards  was  married  to  the   young  sergeant,  his \nfather.     He  received  his  elementary  education  at  Master  Tileston's \nschool,  and  pursued  the  higher  branches  at  the  Providence  Academy; \nafter  which,  he  engaged  in  the  study  of  law  under  the  guidance  of  Wil- \nliam Thurston,  a  respectable  counsellor  at  Boston.     He  was  one  of  the \noriginators  of  the  Boston  Debating  Society,  and  his  name  is  the  first \nentered  on  the  roll  of  members.     He  was  one  of  the  readiest  dis- \nputants of  the  club ;  and  it  was  by  the  animated  discussions  among \nthem,  on  the  expediency  of  a  city  charter  imposing  new  municipal \nrestraints,  that  the  change  from  town  government  was  hastened.     Mr. \nJames  was  admitted  a  counsellor-at-law  at  the   Suffolk  bar,  in  1823, \nand  his  success  as  advocate  for  a  free  bridge  to  South  Boston  prompted \nhis  nomination  to  the  State  Senate  in  1827  ;    but  his  election  was \ndefeated.     He  was  for  ten  years  a  member  of  the  city  Council,  and \nprepared  the  report  on  the  condition  of  the  House  of  Reformation \nfor  Juvenile  Oifendcrs,  established  in  1826,— a  document  of  great \nvalue,  for  an  elaborate  exhibition  of  the  proper  management  of  such \nan  institution.     Mr.  James,  from  a  long  experience  in  municipal  affairs, \nbecame  remarkably  familiar  with  municipal  duties ;    and,  though  often \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN   JA.WKS.  465 \n\nin  the  minority,  his  persuasive  arguments,  advanced  with  peculiar \nfluency,  often  restrained  the  majority  from  the  exercise  of  too  great  a \nsweep  of  power,  and  he  has  done  as  much  to  reform  city  abuses  as  any \nmember  of  the  municipahty.  In  1827  Mr.  James  was  elected  presi- \ndent of  the  Boston  Association  of  the  Friends  of  Ireland  for  Catholic \nEmancipation, —  and  their  great  object  was  granted  by  the  British \ngovernment  in  the  year  succeeding. \n\nMr.  James  was  an  active  leader  of  the  Democracy ;  and  the  address  to \nthe  people  on  behalf  of  the  Democratic  legislative  convention  in  Boston, \nextending  over  ten  closely-printed  columns  of  the  Statesman  of  July \n12,  1828,  was  the  production  of  his  hand.     It  is  a  remarkable  docu- \nment, advocating  the  election  of  Andrew  Jackson  to  the  presidency ; \nand  was  said  to  have  been  the  means  of  the  appointment  of  Andrew \nDunlap  to  the  office  of  U.  S.  District  Attorney,  it  being  supposed  that \nhe  was  the  author.     In  this  elaborate  round  of  argument  from  the \nwarm  advocate  of  Andrew  Jackson,  when  alluding  to  the  admiration  of \nthe  intellectual  acquisitions  of  John  Quincy  Adams,  upon  which  his \nadherents  expatiated,  Mr.  James  says,  \"  One  is  sometimes  led  to  sus- \npect, while  listening  to  their  flagrant  panegyrics,  that,  instead  of  describ- \ning that  devoted  public  spirit,  that  unclouded  understanding,  and  that \nknowledge  of  mankind,  peculiarly  becoming  the  chief  magistrate  of  a \npractical  and  unostentatious  people,  these  executive   admirers  were \nindulging  their  genius  in  encomiastic  disquisitions  on  a  modern  Pliny, \nor  another  Sir  William  Jones ; \"  and,  in  enlarging  on  the  qualifications \nof  Andrew  Jackson,  Mr.  James  remarks,  that  \"  his  varied  and  success- \nful avocations  in  the  camp,  the  senate,  and  the  forum,  have  contributed \nto  enlarge  his  views,  and  endow  him  with  a  fund  of  general  knowledge \nof  the  most  useful  and  practical  character.     As  a  writer,  he  thinks \nclearly,  and  expresses  his  thoughts  with  an  air  of  thorough  conviction, \nin  a  style  of  manly  simplicity  and  freedom.\"     Moreover,  Mr.  James \nsays  that  '-Jackson  has  not  studied  men  through  the  spectacles  of \nbooks ;  and  would  reply  to  his  detractors  in  the  language  of  Ilobbes,  a \ntruly  learned  English  philosopher,  '  If  I  had  read  as  much  as  some \nothers,  I  should  have  been  as  ignorant  as  they  are.'     The  dramatic \nterror  inspired  by  the  election  of  military  chiefs  to  the  presidency  must \nrapidly  pass  away,  after  escaping,  unscathed,  from  the  administrations \nof  such  generals  as  Washington,  Jackson,  Harrison  and  Taylor.     Wis- \ndom and  capacity  are  the  standards  in  the  selection  of  a  national  ruler, \nrather  than  one's  vocation. \n\n\n466  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAt  the  festival  in  Washington  Garden,  after  the  delivery  of  the \noration  named  at  the  head  of  this  article,  Col.  C.  G.  Greene  gave  the \ncomplimentary  sentiment  to  the  orator  of  the  day,  that  \"his  genius \nand  eloquence  will  be  associated  with  the  recollections  of  one  of  the \nmost  glorious  triumphs  of  Democracy  —  the  inauguration  of  Andrew \nJackson  ;\"  and  Gov.  Marcus  Morton  has  been  heard  to  remark  of  Mr. \nJames,  that  he  was  the  purest  belles  lettres  scholar  in  the  ranks  of  the \nBoston  Democracy. \n\nMr.  James  was  a  tenacious  opponent  of  the  United  States  Bank, \nand  prepared  twenty-eight  resolutions,  adopted  at  a  meeting  in  Faneuil \nHall,  March  31,  1834,  William  Foster  moderator,  declaring  that  a \nrenewal  of  its  charter  would  be  injurious,  \"as  it  drains  the  country  of \nits  gold  and  silver,  and  imposes  inconvertible  and  illegal  drafts  as  sub- \nstitutes, and  charges  the  government  giving  credit  to  such  paper  with \nderanging  the  currency;  it  establishes  a  standing  premium  for  the \nencouragement  of  forgery,  by  issuing  myriads  of  such  drafts,  bearing \nan  unknown  number  of  signatures ;  and  votes  away  its  funds  for  the \ndetection  of  counterfeiters,  whose  paper  is  as  legal  as  the  drafts  they \nimitate, —  both  issues  being  unknown  to  the  law,  and  neither  party  pun- \nishable for  the  offence,  —  causing,  also,  revulsions  in  business,  by  abun- \ndant emissions  to-day  and  despotic  contractions  to-morrow.\"  These \nresolutions  were  sent  to  Congress,  together  with  a  memorial  signed  by \nGeorge  Alexander  Otis,  and  nearly  three  thousand  residents  of  Boston. \n\nMr.  James  was,  at  four  several  elections,  a  candidate  for  the  Boston \nmayoralty, —  first  in  1834 ;  but  the  Democracy  found  no  favor.  He \nmarried  Julia  B.,  the  only  child  of  Ralph  Huntington,  Esq.,  April \n14,  1836  ;  and  was  a  member  of  the  State  Board  of  Education  from \n1840  to  1849.  during  which  period  the  active  mind  of  Mr.  James  con- \nceived the  philanthropic  object  of  an  institution  for  the  education  of \npersons  in  mature  life,  who,  from  poverty  and  other  causes,  had  never \npursued  a  course  of  common  school  education,  and  who  could  neither \nread  nor  write  in  any  language, —  and  more  especially  for  the  instruc- \ntion of  young  persons  of  both  sexes  not  admissible  to  public  schools. \nHe  was  devotedly  seconded,  in  this  enterprise,  by  the  late  Dr.  John  D. \nFisher,  Dr.  Walter  Channing,  and  George  B.  Emerson,  all  of  whom \nwere  eminent  in  labors  of  philanthropy.  In  the  winter  of  1845,  they \noriginated  the  Boston  Institution  for  the  Education  of  Adults,  which \ncontinued  in  active  operation  for  more  than  three  years.  Our  city \ngovernment  granted  the  use  of  the  public  ward-rooms  during  evening \n\n\nJOHN  WARREN   JAMES.  467 \n\nhours,  but  all  other  expenses  were  defrayed  by  the  society  and  its \npatrons.  In  the  onset,  it  was  delightful  to  observe  the  desire  of  people \nof  various  nations  to  receive  instruction.  Here  you  would  notice  the \nIrish,  French,  Grerman  and  Italian,  acquiring  knowledge  with  the \nfacility  of  youth,  diverted  from  the  haunts  of  city  vice.  Arrangements \nwere  made  for  a  course  of  free  lectures  to  the  pupils,  on  Food  and \nClothing,  Air  and  Ventilation,  Morals  and  Political  Economy,  Human \nPhysiology,  Natural  Philosophy,  and  Municipal  Law.  The  pro- \ngramme of  this  institution,  under  fourteen  specifications,  adopted  Jan. \n31,  1845,  is  a  model  for  every  city  and  town  in  the  Union.  Unsuc- \ncessful endeavors  have  been  devised  to  effect  the  adoption  of  evening \nadult  schools,  under  the  patronage  of  our  city  authorities ;  —  but,  to \nthe  honor  of  New  York  and  Philadelphia  be  it  recorded,  this  noble \nproject  has  been  established  by  their  city  authorities,  and  thousands, \nof  many  nations,  are  reaping  its  benefits ;  and  they  and  their  posterity \nwill  have  occasion  to  bless  the  generous  Bostonians  who  originated, \nhere,  this  new  lever  of  moral  power.  The  period  is  not  remote  when \nour  municipality  will  adopt,  also,  this  useful  enterprise,  as  it  will \ndiminish  the  incitements  to  crime  amongst  us, —  especially  as  a  statute \nhas  been  recently  enacted  by  the  State  Legislature,  authorizing  every \ntown  in  the  State  to  tax  the  inhabitants  for  the  support  of  such \nschools. \n\nPrompted  by  this  generous  spirit  of  philanthropy,  the  natural  germ- \nination of  a  pure  scion  of  Bunker  Hill  stock,  Mr.  James  was  one  of \nthe  originators  and  first  president  of  the  Boston  Association  of  the \nFriends  of  Ireland,  established  November,  1840, —  an  institution  of \nAmerican  citizens  and  denizens,  and  natives  of  Ireland  not  naturalized, \nwithout  distinction  of  sect  or  party  (the  president  himself  being  a  mem- \nber of  the  Protestant  Episcopal  Church),  for  purposes  connected  with \nthe  suffering  condition  of  the  oppressed  sons  of  Ireland.  On  the  22d \nof  February,  1841,  Mr.  James  reported  an  address,  of  seven  columns \nin  extent,  unanimously  adopted  by  the  Boston  Repeal  Association,  to \nbe  presented  to  the  National  Repeal  Association  of  Ireland,  wherein  he \nstated  that  for  some  time  the  people  of  Ireland  have  desired  a  parlia- \nmentary separation  from  Great  Britain,  as  the  only  means  of  indi- \nvidual comfort  or  national  prosperity.  '\"Anxious  to  be  united  by \npolitical  ties,  they  wish  to  be  legislatively  separated,  —  subject  to  one \nimperial  crown,  and  that  the  English,  yet  each  country  to  have  its \nown  domestic  parliament,  for  the  benefit  of  laws  especially  adapted  to \n\n\n468  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  peculiar  condition  of  each.  In  one  word,  Ireland  demands  the \nrestoration  of  her  ancient  constitution,  as  irrevocably  guaranteed  to  h&r \nby  the  English  Parliament  of  1782,  but  sacrilegiously  violated  by  the \nfraudulent  union  of  1800, —  of  which  alone  they  demand  the  repeal, \nas  the  basis  of  a  new  union,  to  which  both  the  kingdoms  may  be  con- \nsenting parties.\" \n\nThis  document  was  read  to  the  National  Repeal  Association  of  Ire- \nland, at  their  meeting  in  Dublin,  April  16,  1841 ;  and,  at  the  same \ntime,  a  donation  of  one  hundred  pounds  was  announced  from  the  asso- \nciation of  Boston,  which  was  received  with  enthusiastic  applause.  We \nfind  it  remarked  in  Mooney's  History  of  Ireland,  that  \"  the  address \ndrawn  up  by  John  Warren  James,  Esq.,  will  be  preserved  in  the \narchives  of  Ireland  while  there  is  one  memorial  of  her  history \nexisting.  An  unexpected  vista  opened,  through  which  we  could  dis- \ntinctly see  our  road  to  freedom;\" — and  Daniel  O'Connell  said,  at \nthis  meeting :  \"  It  will  be  heard  of  along  the  ridges  of  the  Himma- \nlaya  Mountains  ;  it  M'ill  be  read  by  the  Royal  Irish  at  Chusan,  or  at \nChina ;  it  will  be  known  at  the  Cape  of  Good  Hope  ;  it  will  cross  over \nto  South  America  ;  and  it  will  resound  again  through  the  regions  of \nNorth  America.  Wherever  the  English  language  is  known,  it,  also, \nwill  be  known, —  except  in  England,  where,  to  the  disgrace  of  that \npeople  be  it  spoken,  their  ignorance  and  horrible  prejudices  are  too \nstrong  to  permit  of  its  being  allowed  to  appear.  But  they  will  be  held \nup  to  scorn  and  contempt  wherever  it  is  seen.  The  world  Avill  wonder \nhow  it  is  that  a  people  so  brave,  so  temperate,  so  generous,  and  so \nmoral,  as  the  Irish,  have  sufiFered  so  much  persecution ;  and  that,  too, \nfrom  a  nation  Avho  have  never  at  any  time  inflicted  anything  but  mis- \neries upon  us.  Yes ;  I  will  stand  on  that  document  as  on  a  pyramid, \nand,  looking  round  to  all  the  nations  of  the  earth,  I  will  demand  of \nthem  to  tell  me  a  single  good  act  which  England  ever  did  for  Ireland. \nI  tell  English  statesmen  that  one  thing  demonstrated  by  that  lengthy \ndocument  is  this, —  that  it  is  not  the  expression,  alone,  of  the  feelings \nand  thoughts  of  one  individual,  but  that  it  expresses  the  feelings  and \nthoughts  of  the  country.  For  no  one  man  could  obtain  all  the  details \nrequisite  to  enable  him  to  produce  that  document :  they  must  be  the \nfamiliar  thoughts  of  the  people,  and  the  familiar  subject  of  conversation \nwith  each  other.  It  proves  that  the  entire  American  mind  must  be \nimpregnated  with  the  same  feeling  and  sentiments ;  and  it  proves,  also, \nthat  not  only  are  those  their  feelings,  but  they  are  ready  to  act  upon \n\n\nJOHN   WARREN   JAMBS.  469 \n\nthem.  It  came  from  Boston,  the  birth-place  of  American  freedom, \nthe  grave  of  English  tyranny;  the  spot  where  English  force  and \nviolence  shot  down  the  unresisting  Americans,  and  the  spot  to  which \nthe  defeated  English  troops  returned  in  disgrace  and  discomfiture, \nhaving  begun  the  fight  by  assassination,  and  ended  it  by  a  flight.\" \n\nWe  will  quote  an  effective  appeal  to  Queen  Victoria,  from  the  elab- \norate and  argumentative  \"Address\"  of  Mr.  James,  so  splendidly  pan- \negyrized by  O'Connell:  \"Protection  and  allegiance  are  reciprocal. \nThis  is  the  conditional  tie  between  the  governors  and  the  governed. \nWhat  htis  England  done  to  discharge  her  part  of  this  condition  to  the \nallegiance  of  Ireland  ?  History  answers  the  question,  and  humanity \nblushes  at  the  response.  And  has  Ireland,  on  her  part,  been  a  disloyal \nkingdom  ?  The  Tory  champion  of  English  loyalty  answers,  *  That \nnoble  race  was  made  for  loyalty  and  religion.'  True ;  always  true, \nand  emphatically  so  now.  The  Irish  are  as  loyal  as  generous  hearts \nand  warm  imaginations  can  make  them.  They  love  their  present  royal \nmistress,  as  they  ought  to  love  an  amiable,  upright,  and  liberal-minded \nsovereign.  Feeling  that  they  are  blessed  with  a  good  queen,  they  look \nfor  a  completion  of  the  blessing  in  a  good  constitution.  Victoria  owes \nthem  no  less  than  this,  as  a  debt  of  restitution  on  behalf  of  her  ances- \ntors. Irishmen  demand  no  less  than  this,  in  the  name  of  their  progen- \nitors, for  the  sake  of  the  present  generation,  and  in  mercy  to  their  pos- \nterity. And,  while  their  hearts  swell,  and  their  imaginations  kindle, \nwith  the  cherished  anticipation  of  this  great  act  of  retributive  justice, \nit  is  but  natural  that  they  should  behold  in  their  youthful  sovereign \nwhat  the  greatest  of  orators  described  in  a  sister  potentate,  as  she \nappeared  to  him,  '  cheering  and  decorating  the  elevated  sphere  she  just \nbegan  to  move  in,  glittering  like  the  morning  star,  full  of  life  and \nsplendor  and  joy.'  0  !  may  no  sinister  fortune  darken  this  splendid \nvision,  as  its  precursor  was  darkened ;  or  harden  the  royal  heart  to  the \nimperial  luxury  of  living  and  reigning  in  the  hearts  of  an  enfranchised \npeople, —  a  people  whom  Titus  might  have  sighed  to  govern;  whom \nHenry  of  Navarre  would  have  struggled  through  a  life  of  warfare  to \nhave  supphed  with  a  chicken  in  the  pot ;  whom  Alfred  would  have  given \nhis  crown  to  have  liberated ;  and  to  whom  Washington  would  have  been \nthe  father  he  a\\  as  to  Americans,  and  have  gone  down  to  the  dust  of  the \nEmerald  Isle  with  the  prophetic  consciousness  that  the  redeemed  of \nno  age  or  nation  Avould  so  consecrate  his  memory,  or  defend  his  acqui- \nsitions, as  the  coming  generations  of  free  and  happy  Irishmen.\" \n40 \n\n\n4T0  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nJAMES   TRECOTHIC   AUSTIN. \n\nJULY  4,  1829.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  Massachusetts  is  the  mother  of  the  Revolution,\"  says  Mr.  Aus- \ntin. \"  Her  efforts  in  its  commencement  are  too  honorable  to  be  omitted \nin  the  heraldry  of  her  fame.  Earliest  and  alone, —  without  aid,  without \nalhes,  connections  or  confederacy, —  singly,  by  her  own  will,  she  dissolved \nthe  royal  powers  within  her  own  territory  and  over  her  own  people, \nand  assumed  to  herself  the  prerogative  of  independence.  When  her \ncongress  of  delegates  assembled  at  Watertown,  in  defiance  of  the  royal \ncharter,  and  spurned  the  representatives  of  the  crown,  and  assumed \nthe  powers  of  civil  government,  and  took  possession  of  the  public  treas- \nury, and  levied  taxes,  and  established  a  navy,  and  commissioned  that \nAmerican  vessel  of  war  that  first  captured  a  British  ship  on  the \nocean,  and  erected  maritime  courts,  and  appointed  judges,  and  admin- \nistered justice  to  belligerent  and  neutral  by  the  law  of  nations,  and \nraised  an  army,  and  nominated  officers,  and  gathered  soldiers  under  the \npine-tree  banner  of  Massachusetts,  and  poured  out  a  rich  libation  of \nblood  on  the  battle-field  of  freedom,  the  colonial  character  was  at  an \nend.  The  Revolution  had  begun.  The  State  was  then  free,  sovereign, \nand  independent. \n\n\"  Bring  to  the  imagination  that  band  of  determined  men,  assembled \nat  Watertown,  unarmed  and  defenceless,  within  cannon-shot  of  a  disci- \nplined army ;  their  fortunes  in  the  camp  of  a  military  commander,  whose \ndignity  they  had  offended ;  their  persons  Uable  to  be  seized  and  sent  to \nEurope,  as  traitors ;  their  conduct  impeached  in  a  public  proclamation, \nand  two  of  them  proscribed  as  rebels,  whose  offences  were  too  heinous \nfor  the  pardon  of  the  king.  Judge  of  their  anxiety,  in  that  time  that \ntried  men's  souls;  their  immense  responsibility  to  the  country,  whose \ndestiny  they  directed ;  to  their  children,  for  the  protection  that  was \ndue  to  them ;  to  posterity,  for  that  political  condition  which  would  be  a \nlegacy  of  honor  or  of  shame ;  to  their  God,  before  whom  they  were \nanswerable,  and  felt  themselves  answerable,  for  all  the  blood  of  a  war \nthey  might  accelerate  or  prevent.  How  indistinct  their  vision  of  the \nfuture,  even  when  a  strong  faith  threw  its  light  upon  their  souls  !  How \ndifficult  their  task  to  keep  up  the  courage  of  the  timid,  the  hopes  of \nthe  desponding,  the  strength  of  the  feeble ;  to  enlighten  the  ignorant, \n\n\nJAMES  TRECOTHIC   AUSTIN.  471 \n\nrestrain  the  rash,  supply  the  destitute,  and  impart  to  all  the  pure \nmotives  which  consecrate  success.  Here  was  no  mad  ambition,  no  lust \nof  power,  no  allurement  of  interest,  no  scheme  of  personal  distinction. \nFew  of  them  are  remembered  in  history.  Yet  these  are  they  whose \nlight  gave  promise  of  a  coming  dawn.  If  they  recede  from  the  gen- \neral gaze,  it  is  in  the  noon-tide  splendor  of  a  brighter  day. \n\n'  They  set  as  sets  the  morning  star,  which  goes \nNot  down  behind  the  darkened  west,  nor  hides \nObscured  among  the  tempests  of  the  sky, \nBut  melts  away  into  the  light  of  heaven.' \n\n\"  Had  these  men  proved  incompetent  to  the  task,  the  battle  for  that \ngeneration  would  have  been  lost  when  it  began.  Independence  might, \nindeed,  have  been  obtained,  for  no  foreign  power  could  long  hold  a  con- \ntinent in  its  grasp  ;  but  the  struggle  must  have  been  made  in  this  age, \nand  not  that ;  and  the  desolation  of  civil  war,  which  marks  the  times \nof  our  forefathers,  Avould  have  been  the  melancholy  history  of  our \nown.\" \n\nJames  Trecothic,  the  son  of  Jonathan  Loring  Austin,  was  born  in \nBoston,  January,  1784,  and  early  entered  the  Latin  School,  where  he \nreceived  a  Franklin  medal.  We  find,  in  the  Independent  Chronicle, \nthe  youthful  oration  of  Master  Austin,  gracefully  spoken,  July  6, \n1798,  at  this  school,  then  under  the  direction  of  Mr.  Samuel  Hunt,  it \nbeing  the  town  visitation  of  the  public  schools.  This  performance  of  a \nyouth  only  fourteen  years  of  age,  written  by  himself  and  revised  by \nhis  father,  is  a  striking  instance  of  precocity : \n\n\"The  anticipation  of  this  anniversary  ever  excites  in  our  youthful \nbosoms  the  most  pleasing  reflections.  On  this  day,  honored  with  the \npresence  of  our  political  lathers  and  generous  patrons,  our  little  hearts \npalpitate  with  various  emotions.  Emulous,  on  the  one  hand,  to  exhibit \nto  your  approbation  the  various  improvements  we  have  made  in  our \nseveral  classes  ;  and,  on  the  other,  to  cultivate  with  greater  ardor  those \nseeds  of  literature  planted  by  your  munificent  hand  in  this  primary \ngarden  of  science. \n\n\"From  the  first  settlement  of  this  country,  the  education  of  youth \nclaimed  the  particular  attention  of  our  venerable  ancestors ;  but  since \nthe  American  Revolution,  it  has  merited  a  preeminent  distinction,  and \na  more  equal  and  diffusive  distribution  of  learning, — especially,  in  this \nmetropolis,  has  been  considered  by  you  as  highly  important  to  the  secu- \nrity, happiness  and  freedom,  of  the  community. \n\n\n472  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n\"  As  ignorance  is  the  fatal  weapon  which  tyrants  wield  with  so  much \nsuccess,  to  enslave  and  debase  mankind,  so  learning,  like  the  flaming \nsword  in  the  garden  of  Eden,  protects  the  fair  tree  of  Liberty,  and \nrepels  every  invader  who  dares  to  violate  even  the  most  tender  branch. \nEducation  inspires  the  mind  with  those  exalted  sentiments  which  add \nlustre  to  virtue,  veneration  to  the  Christian,  and  dignity  to  the  charac- \nter of  the  patriot. \n\n\"While,  therefore,  with  so  bountiful  a  hand,  you  are  desirous  to \nmake  the  respective  stages  of  education  pleasing  and  agreeable, —  while \nyour  liberal  eflbrts  are  intended  to  embellish  the  youthful  mind,  and \nsupply  it  with  rational  and  useful  entertainment, —  it  behoves  us  not  to \nbe  unmindful  of  the  blessings  we  enjoy.  Here,  we  may  lay  a  founda- \ntion on  which  the  faculties  of  the  human  mind  may  rise  to  their  highest \nelevation.  Cultivated  in  so  luxuriant  a  garden,  we  may  here  become \ninvigorated  with  those  vital  principles  which,  under  proper  direction, \nwill  enable  us  to  fulfil  the  benevolent  designs  of  public  schools,  gratify \nthe  ardent  wishes  of  our  indulgent  parents,  encourage  the  efforts  of \nour  kind  preceptors,  and  enable  us,  through  life,  to  serve  our  God  and \ncountry  with  reputation. \n\n\"Much,  respected  sir,  is  due  to  your  unabated  efforts  in  effecting \nthe  laudable  designs  of  our  indulgent  patrons.  On  you  devolves  the \ntask,  the  important  task,  '  to  rear  the  tender  thought, —  to  teach  the \nyoung  idea  how  to  shoot.'  To  your  patience,  to  your  assiduity  and \nzeal,  we  are  greatly  indebted  for  smoothing  the  paths  of  science,  by \naccurately  impressing  on  our  minds  the  highly  necessary  rules  and \nprinciples  of  grammar,  whereby  we  are  enabled  to  discern  the  beauties \nof  Cicero,  of  Virgil,  of  Horace,  and  of  Homer.  Long,  sir,  may  you \ncontinue  the  ornament  of  your  profession,  and  your  pupils  ever  revere \nthose  virtues  so  highly  recommended  by  your  precepts,  so  eminently \ndisplayed  by  your  example. \n\n\"In  addition  to  the  advantages  of  literature,  may  Ave  never  be \nunmindful  of  the  blessings  of  liberty.  We  dwell  with  admiration  on \nthe  record  of  that  persevering  fortitude,  and  those  heroic  actions,  which, \nunder  the  blessing  of  Heaven,  completed  the  freedom  and  independence \nof  our  country.  Our  youthful  bosoms  glow  with  ardor  at  the  recital \nof  those  noble  sentiments,  inspired  by  Heaven,  calculated  to  ameliorate \ntlie  condition  of  all  mankind.  The  impressions  they  leave  on  our  infant \nminds  we  trust  will  grow  with  our  growth,  and  ripen  with  our  years. \nA  frequent  recurrence  to  those  sublime  principles  which  led  to  our \n\n\nJAMES  TRECOTHIC  AUSTIN.  473 \n\nemancipation,  will  ever  inspire  us  to  cherish  with  care,  to  cultivate \nwith  fervent  zeal,  and  to  transmit  the  rich  inheritance,  unimpaired,  to \nfuture  generations.  'Twas  here  the  celestial  spark  was  blown  into  a \nflame,  and,  like  the  lightning's  flash,  rushed  through  the  land,  made \njarring  interests  cease,  and,  by  the  Almighty's  fiat,  formed  the  won- \ndrous union.  Quick  was  the  great  event,  on  flattering  wings,  wafted \nto  distant  shores,  where  nations,  who  for  ages  groaned  beneath  despotic \nsway,  leaped  in  their  chains,  poured  forth  their  warmest  blessings  on \nthis  land,  and,  while  regretting  theirs,  extolled  our  fortune.  Soon, \nsoon  may  bounteous  Heaven  dispel  those  mists  of  error  which  hold \nmankind  debased,  enslaved,  and  teach  them  to  revere  those  rights \ndesigned  by  God  to  sweeten  and  exalt  existence  here  below.  Colum- \nbia's favored  sons,  who  know  and  highly  prize  the  heavenly  gift,  will \nguard  it  safe  from  every  foreign  foe ;  and,  animated  with  their  father's \nfire,  will  even  dare,  in  its  defence,  to  die.  But  it  is  our  fervent  wish, \naside  of  conquests  or  of  arras,  to  spread  both  far  and  near  its  genial \ninfluence  to  the  world  at  large.\" \n\nMr.  Austin  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1802,  on  which  occa- \nsion he  gave  the  salutatory  oration.  He  studied  law  with  Hon.  Wil- \nliam Sullivan.  He  became  a  counsellor  at  the  bar;  and  married \nCatharine,  a  daughter  of  Vice-president  Elbridge  Gerry,  Oct.  3,  1806. \nHe  was  editor  of  the  Emerald,  a  periodical  of  light  literature.  He \nbecame  the  town  advocate  in  1809,  and  an  aid  to  Governor  Gerry  in \n1812.  He  was,  for  a  period  of  twenty  years,  county-attorney  for  Suf- \nfolk, from  1812,  and  has  been  a  representative  and  senator.  He  was \nthe  attorney-general  of  Massachusetts  from  1832  to  1843.  In  1820 \nhe  was  a  delegate  to  the  convention  for  revising  the  State  constitution. \nIn  1835  he  Avas  president  of  the  Suffolk  bar. \n\nMr.  Austin  has  been  a  member  of  the  Board  of  Overseers  for  Har- \nvard College  from  1826;  of  the  American  Academy  of  Arts  and \nSciences,  and  of  the  New  England  Genealogic  Historical  and  Massa- \nchusetts Historical  Societies.  He  delivered  an  oration  at  Lexington, \nJuly  4,  1815,  which  was  pubhshed. \n\nPosterity  will  ever  remember  Col.  Austin,  as  author  of  the  Life  of \nElbridge  Gerry,  embracing  contemporary  letters  to  the  close  of  the \nRevolution.  We  know  not  how  better  to  notice  this  companion  of \nkindred  biographers,  than  by  selecting  remarks  on  its  character  from \nthe  North  American  Review :  \"  It  is  neither  overloaded  with  specula- \ntion, nor  destitute  of  the  reflections  necessary  to  explain,  introduce, \n40* \n\n\n474  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nand  connect  the  letters  of  the  principal  personages  of  the  day.  Colonel \nAustin  has  avoided  an  error  exceedingly  obvious  in  the  composition  of \na  work  of  this  kind, —  that  of  making  it  a  historical  sketch  of  the  Rev- \nolution. The  known  events  of  that  period  are  now  so  familiar,  that, \nhowever  natural  it  may  be  for  the  biographer  of  one  of  its  great  char- \nacters to  present  a  continuous  narrative  of  its  occurrences,  it  is  a  far \nmore  judicious  course  —  and  it  is  that  pursued  by  Col.  Austin  —  to \ntake  for  granted  that  the  reader  knows  the  history  of  the  Revolution, \nand  to  introduce  so  much  of  it  only  as  is  convenient  for  the  under- \nstanding of  the  peculiar  action  of  his  hero,  and  the  material  for \nthe  first  time  presented  to  the  reader.  On  a  few  occasions,  Col. \nAustin  has  indulged  in  reflections  of  his  own,  at  some  length ;  and  at \nthese  times  has  discovered  no  little  vigor  and  originality  of  thought, \nand  pointedness  of  manner. \n\n\"  Elbridge  Gerry  is  exhibited  to  us  as  the  confidential  associate  and \ncoadjutoi-  of  the  great  leaders, —  as  a  distinguished  leader  himself;  and \nin  this  imposing  and  dignified  light  he  has  deduced  his  history  to  the \ntermination  of  the  war.  There  is  a  portion  —  a  very  large  and  active \nportion  of  the  community  —  who  are  prepared,  already,  for  the  contin- \nuation of  the  narrative.  We  believe  no  man  now  finds  it  difficult  to  do \njustice  to  those  who  opposed  or  who  advocated  the  adoption  of  the  con- \nstitution. There  are  not  many  States  of  the  Union  to  which  this \nought  to  be  a  more  tender  theme  than  to  Massachusetts.  The  conven- \ntion was  almost  equally  balanced, —  and  the  means  employed  to  produce \nthe  desired  result  do  not  illustrate,  as  much  as  could  be  wished,  the \npower  of  pure  reason.  Still,  however,  we  believe  we  have  reached  an \nage  when  this  subject  could  be  treated,  without  risk  of  ofience  in  any \nquarter.  The  same  may  be  said  of  the  events  of  a  period  considerably \nsubsequent,  in  relation  to  the  younger  portion  of  the  community,  who \nhave  come  into  life  since  other  events  have  been  the  turning  points  of \nthe  politics  of  the  country.  But,  inasmuch  as  some  of  the  politicians \nof  the  periods  specified  by  Col.  Austin  are  still  on  the  stage,  we  think \nhe  has  acted  with  a  commendable  discretion,  in  pausing  at  the  close  of \nthe  Revolution ;  and  we  are  quite  willing  to  rest  with  the  same  dis- \ncretion the  choice  of  the  moment  when  the  interesting  narrative  shall \nbe  resumed,  prepared  to  welcome  it  whenever  he  shall  think  fit  to \npresent  it  to  the  American  people.\"  The  American  Quarterly  Review, \nconducted  by  Robert  Walsh,  expresses  the  opinion,  on  the  other  hand, \nthat  \"just  in  proportion  as  Elbridge  Gerry  was  viewed  as  a  party  leader, \n\n\nJAMES  TRECOTHIC  AUSTIN.  475 \n\nand  defamed  and  misunderstood,  in  that  respect  was  it  material  —  if  his \nproceedings  and  dispositions  could  be  vindicated  or  set  in  a  favorable \nlight  —  to  exhibit  his  entire  course  at  once,  leaving  no  scope  for  the \nsuspicion  that  some  fear  or  mysterious  reluctance  was  felt  about  show- \ning more  than  the  Revolutionary  man.  As  the  biography  now  rests, \nan  inveterate  Federalist,  of  the  old  school,  might  suggest  the  image  of \nHorace's  mermaid,  and  hint  that  it  was  well  not  to  uncover  the  lower \nextremities.  For  ourselves,  we  shall  candidly  say,  that,  in  the  number \nof  leaders  or  prominent  personages  in  the  momentous  party  contests \nof  the  interval  mentioned  above,  Mr.  Gerry  is  almost  the  only  one  of \nwhose  merits  or  demerits  we  have  not  been  able  to  form  a  positive \nopinion ;  and  we  lament  still  more  the  continuance  of  this  difficulty, \nsince  we  have  read  this  narrative  of  the  anterior  portion  of  his  exist- \nence,—  for  it  certainly  has  inspired  us  with  a  high  idea  of  his  Revolu- \ntionary spirit  and  services,  and  does  prove,  as  his  biographer  suggests, \n'the  validity  of  his  title  to  those  large  honors  which  his  country \nbestowed  upon  him.'  \" \n\nCol.  Austin  was  a  tenacious  advocate  of  the  old  Republican  party,  and \na  decided  opponent  of  the  old  Federal  party,  but  not,  it  is  said,  a  member \nof  the  Democratic  party ;  and,  on  the  amalgamation  of  the  Whig  and \na  portion  of  the  Democratic  parties,  in  1827,  under  the  name  of  the \nNational  Republican  party,  an  object  of  which  was  to  defeat  the  elec- \ntion of  Andrew  Jackson,  it  was  at  this  period  that  Mr.  Austin  united \nwith  the  amalgamation.  The  high  spirit  of  Mr.  Austin,  in  vindication \nof  the  old  Republican  school,  was  strongly  evinced  in  his  articles  pub- \nlished in  the  Boston  Patriot,  over  the  signature  of  Leolin,  in  the  year \n1811,  on  the  subject  of  resistance  to  laws  of  the  United  States,  con- \nsidered in  letters  to  the  Hon.  Harrison  Gray  Otis,  and  regarding  the \nproceedings  of  a  Federal  caucus  opposed  to  a  new  non-intercourse  act \nof  Congress,  which  Mr.  Austin  declared  would  have  a  tendency  to \ndissolve  the  Union,  and  lead  to  a  northern  confederacy.  In  allusion \nto  Mr.  Otis,  it  is  remarked  by  Mr.  Austin  that  an  orator  can  be  great \nonly  when  advocating  a  good  cause.  \"  The  position  is  illustrated  by \nthe  gentleman.  Much  as  I  admire  his  talents,  delighted  as  I  am  in \ncatching  the  music  of  his  mind,  on  this  occasion  I  confess  my  disap- \npointment. The  eagle  of  eloquence  labored  in  its  course.  We  neither \ndiscovered  the  feather  that  adorns  the  royal  bird,  nor  the  steady  pinion \nthat  supports  his  flight.  The  gentleman  was  overwhelmed  between \nthe  difficulties  of  denying  intentional  resistance,  and  thus  subjecting \nhimself  to  the  charge  of  uttering  a  ridiculous  and  unmeaning  threat, \n\n\n476  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nor  of  justifying  opposition,  and  thus  incurring  the  disgrace  and  ruin \nof  premeditated  rebellion.\" \n\nSome  one  said  of  Col.  Austin,  that  he  is  small  in  stature,  but  large \nin  soul.  His  face  is  well  moulded,  long,  but  exceedingly  expressive, \nand  exhibits  the  man  of  energy.  It  is  strongly  marked  with  lines ; \nhas  a  full,  piercing  eye,  and  something  of  a  sandy  complexion.  There \ncan  be  no  mistake  about  his  talents ;  and  the  whole  course  of  his  pro- \nfessional life  has  been  distinguished  for  decision,  correctness,  and \ndespatch.  When  absorbed  in  any  important  debate,  he  commands  the \nmost  profound  attention.  He  has  been  a  decided  opponent  of  the \nmeasures  of  the  anti-slavery  party,  and  wrote  remarks  on  Mr.  Chan- \nning's  opinions  on  slavery,  published  in  1835,  and  a  review  of  his \nletter  to  Jonathan  Phillips,  published  in  1839.  Mr.  Austin  delivered \na  famous  speech  in  Faneuil  Hall,  Dec.  7,  1837,  on  the  Alton  riot, \nwhich  was  published,  and  in  a  note,  alluding  to  lawless  mobs,  he \nremarks  :  \"  The  blackened  and  battered  walls  of  the  Ursuline  Convent \nwill  stand  by  the  half-raised  monument  of  Bunker  Hill, \n\n'  Like  a  mildewed  ear, \nBlasting  his  ■wholesome  brother.' \n\nSo  long  as  it  does  stand,  it  will  frown  contemptuously  on  any  attempt \nwe  may  make  to  rebuke  the  violence  of  other  people,  or  to  admonish \nthem  to  respect  the  sanctity  of  the  law.\"  His  arguments  on  the  con- \nvent riot,  in  the  trial  of  Burrell,  were  printed  in  1834. \n\nMr.  Austin  has  published  many  State  and  professional  documents, \nsuch  as.  The  Commonwealth's  Interest  in  the  Bridges  and  other  Ave- \nnues into  Boston,  in  1835  ;  on  Enlarging  the  Jurisdiction  of  the  Court \nof  Common  Pleas,  1834  ;  on  the  Expenses  of  Criminal  Justice,  1839 ; \n—  also,  an  Address  for  the  Massachusetts  Society  for  Suppressing \nIntemperance ;  an  Address  for  the  Massachusetts  Mechanic  Associa- \ntion ;  and  has  been  a  contributor  to  the  Christian  Examiner. \n\nIt  may  well  be  said  of  Mr.  Austin,  that,  as  counsellor  at  the  bar,  as \ncounty-attorney,  as  attorney-general,  as  a  State  senator,  as  an  overseer \nof  Harvard  College,  he  has  acquitted  himself  with  a  ready  capacity, \nand  in  a  manner  highly  honorable  to  himself,  and  to  the  great  benefit \nof  his  constituents.  Moreover,  as  a  writer  on  legal  and  political \ntopics,  Mr.  Austin  has  been  equalled  by  but  few  competitors ;  and  in \nhis  dechning  life  may  ho  show  forth  to  the  public  eye  the  sequel  to  the \nBiography  of  Elbridge  Gerry,  a  venerable  signer  of  the  Declaration  of \nIndependence,  thus  immortalized  in  the  annals  of  Republican  fame. \n\n\nCHARLES  GORDON  GREENE.  477 \n\nCHARLES   GORDON   GREENE. \n\nJULY  4,  1829.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON   SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Boscawen,  N.  H.,  July  1,  1804,  and  a  son  of \nNathaniel  Greene,  counsellor-at-law  in  that  town,  who  was  a  delegate \nto  the  convention  for  revising  the  State  constitution,  moderator,  and \nselectman,  and  brother  of  Hon.  Samuel  Greene,  late  Chief  Justice  of \nthe  Supreme  Judicial  Court,  in  New  Hampshire.  His  parents  visited \nVirginia  in  1811,  and  young  Charles  Avas  of  the  party.  In  1812  his \nfather  deceased;  and  his  mother  returned  to  Boscawon  in  1813, \nwhen  ho  was  placed  under  the  cure  of  his  brother  Nathaniel,  in  Haver- \nhill, Mass.,  subsequently  the  post-master  of  Boston,  who  sent  him  to \nBradford  Academy,  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  Merrimac  : \n\n\"  Stream  of  my  fathers  !  sweetly,  still. \nThe  sunset  rays  thy  valleys  fill.\" \n\nThe  fiimous  preceptor,  Benjamin  Greenleaf, —  whose  pig- tailed  queue \nexcited  a  reverence  as  profound  as  was  the  fear  of  the  tingling  ferule, \nand  whose  knowledge  in  arithmetic  renders  him  the  Hutton  of  New \nEngland, —  was  then  principal  of  this  institution.  Horace  Mann  once \ncharacterized  Master  Greenleaf  as  \"  a  huge  crystallization  of  mathe- \nmatics,\" and  whose  practical  arithmetics  make  the  best  accountants  in \nthe  old  Bay  State. \n\nYoung  Charles  was  early  initiated  to  the  printing  business,  in  his \nbrother's  office,  at  Haverhill,  Avho  was  editor  and  publisher  of  the \nEssex  Patriot ;  and  continued  his  apprenticeship  in  the  office  of  Mr. \nLamson,  at  Exeter,  N.  H.  He  went  to  Boston  in  1822,  to  which  city \nhis  brother  had  removed,  and  become  the  publisher  of  the  Boston \nStatesman ;  and  was  employed  in  this  establishment  until  1825,  when \nhe  settled  at  Taunton,  and  published  The  Free  Press  one  year  upon \ncontract,  and  was  its  editor  during  the  latter  part  of  the  period.  He \nreturned  to  Boston,  and  published  a  literary  journal, — ■  the  Boston \nSpectator, —  edited  by  Charles  Atwood,  Esq.,  when  it  was  united  with \nanother  periodical,  and  Mr.  Greene's  interest  in  it  ceased.  He  directly \nresumed  an  eno-agement  with  the  Statesman,  which  continued  until \n1827,  when  he  removed  to  Philadelphia,  and  became  partner  with \nJames  A.  Jones,  Esq.,  in  the  National  Palladium,  a  daily  paper, \nwhich  was  the  first  in  Pennsylvania  to  advocate  the  election  of  Andrew \n\n\n478  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nJackson  to  the  presidency.  When  he  withdrew  from  that  paper,  in \nDecember,  1827,  the  U.  S.  Gazette  remarked  of  him,  that  he  was  an \nable  champion  of  his  party,  greatly  endeared  by  his  conciliatory  and \nunobtrusive  deportment.  Previous  to  this  dissolution,  he  visited  Bos- \nton, and  married  Miss  Charlotte  Hill,  of  that  city,  Oct.  24,  1827;  and \nin  the  succeeding  spring  was  engaged  in  the  office  of  the  U.  S.  Tele- \ngraph, at  Washington,  owned  and  conducted  by  Gen.  Duff  Green, \nwhere  he  remained  until  after  the  election  of  Andrew  Jackson  to  the \npresidency,  when  he  removed  to  Boston,  and  became  successor  to  his \nbrother  Nathaniel,  as  joint  proprietor  and  publisher,  with  Benjamin \nTrue,  of  the  Statesman,  whose  interest  in  the  establishment  Mr. \nGreene,  in  a  few  years,  purchased,  when  he  became  sole  owner,  and, \non  November  9th,  1831,  commenced  the  publication  of  the  Boston \nMorning  Post. \n\nCol.  Greene  has  been  a  representative  in  the  Legislature  of  this \nState,  and  in  1818  was  an  aid  to  Gov.  Morton.  He  has  been  a  can- \ndidate for  the  mayoralty  of  Boston,  and  for  Congress,  for  presidential \nelector,  and  for  the  State  Senate ;  —  but,  as  the  Democracy  is  rarely  a \nfavorite  in  the  old  Bay  State,  a  private  station  is  his  post  of  honor,  as \nwould  a  public  station  be  honored  in  his  election.  The  warmth  of  his \nzeal  in  favor  of  the  election  of  Andrew  Jackson  to  the  presidency  is \nstrikingly  evinced  in  this  glo^Ying  passage  from  an  oration,  dehvered \nJuly  4,  1831 :  \"His  race  is  run  out.  Not  a  drop  of  his  blood  Avill \nbe  left  flowing  when  he  is  gone ;  not  a  lip  to  say,  '  I  glory  in  his \nmemory,  for  he  was  my  kinsman.'  Is  it  not,  my  friends, —  is  it  not  a \nspectacle  to  move  and  touch  the  very  soul  1  If  there  be  moral  sub- \nhmity  in  an^-thing,  it  is  in  unmingled  self-devotion  to  one's  country; \nand  what  but  this  could  have  arrested,  on  the  very  threshold  of  the \ntomb,  the  feet  of  him,  who,  though  he  turns  to  bless  his  country  at \nher  call,  sees  no  child  nor  relative  leaning  forward  to  catch  the  mantle \nof  his  glory  ? ' ' \n\nCol.  Greene  is  esteemed  as  much  for  his  blandness  and  aSability  as \nhe  is  for  candor  and  kindness  of  heart.  David  Ilenshaw  said  of  him  : \n*•  He  is  the  self-made,  self-taught  man, —  the  energetic  and  polished \nwriter ;  he  shows  the  superiority  of  real  worth  over  fictitious  great- \nness.\" The  Daily  Post  is  the  leading  New  England  political  advocate \nof  the  Democracy,  which,  by  its  generous  spirit,  is  moulding  powerful \ninfluences  on  our  young  men ;  and  will  ever  be  famous  for  having \nperpetrated  a  greater  number  of  effective  witticisms  than  any  of  its \n\n\nCHARLES  GORDON  GREENE.  479 \n\nrivals;  and  the  general  good-nature  of  Mr.  Greene  is  emphatically \ncharacterized  in  the  remark  of  the  amiable  Mrs.  Partington,  -who  said, \n\"  I  can't  see  the  use  of  people's  quarrelling.  It 's  very  strange  that \nthey  can't  live  together  in  peace  and  concordance,  without  all  this  bit- \nterness and  antimony.\"  We  would  not  assert  that  Mr.  Greene  is  the \nchronicler  of  Mrs.  Partington,  but  we  do  say  that  the  spirit  of  his  paper \noften  partakes  of  her  kindhness.  We  have  seen  the  puns  of  this  daily \nas  sensibly  aft'ect  the  risibles  of  the  sedate  old  man  of  eighty,  as  they \ndo  the  merry  youths  of  sixteen.  Indeed,  we  cannot  be  parted  from  the \ncelebrated  Mrs.  Partington,  without  an  allusion  to  her  wedding.  \"I \nnever  know'd  anything  gained  by  being  too  much  of  a  hurry,''  said \nthe  old  lady.  ''  When  me  and  my  dear  Paul  was  married,  he  was  in \nsich  a  tripidation  that  he  came  nigh  marrying  one  of  the  bride's-maids \ninstead  of  me,  by  mistake.  He  was  sich  a  queer  man,\"  she  continued: \n\"why,  he  jined  the  fire  department;  and  one  night,  in  his  hurry,  he \nput  his  boots  on  liind  part  afore,  and,  as  he  ran  along,  everybody  behind \nhim  got  tripped  up.  The  papers  was  full  of  crowner's  quests  o;». \nbroken  legs  and  limbs,  for  a  week  afterwards  ;  \"  and  she  relapsed  into \nan  abstraction  on  the  ups  and  downs  of  life. —  All  parties  eagerly  read \nthe  Daily  Post. \n\nThe  Granite  State,  a  noble  place  from  which  to  migrate,  long  pro- \nverbial as  the  political  Nazareth  of  this  republic,  is  ever  remarkable  for \nthe  production  of  as  great  statesmen,  enterprising  sons  of  commerce, \nand  successful  professional  men,  as  may  be  found  in  any  other  State. \nMr.  Greene  is  a  devoted  advocate  of  the  Democratic  party,  and  is  as  tena- \ncious for  its  triumph,  and  is  as  little  likely  to  espouse  the  Whig  cause, \nas  are  the  people  of  his  native  State ;  yet  we  even  hope  a  revolution  of \npolitical  opinion  over  this  granite  soil.  When  democracy  was  at  its \nzenith  in  Massachusetts,  he  once  said,  \"If  our  old  opponents  would \nenter  the  Temple  of  Democracy,  they  must  leave  their  bundle  of  siu \nat  its  gates.\"  We  would  hope  that  the  Whigs  would  ever  banish  their \nBins,  and  never  enter  the  temple  but  to  elevate  the  standard  of  repub- \nlicanism, and  consign  all  party  intolerance  to  the  shades  of  oblivion. \n\nMr.  Greene,  in  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article,  makes  a  remark \nregarding  the  politics  of  Massachusetts,  which  indicates  the  fact  that  this \nState  and  his  native  State  are  ahke  decided,  but  at  directly  opposite \npoints.  '•  Old  Massachusetts  is  still  in  leading-strings.  She  still  follows \n—  though  she  will  not  long  follow  —  the  blind  guides  who  have  always \nbeen  anxious  to  persuade  her  '  that  rebelUou  lay  in  her  way,'  and  that \n\n\n480  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nshe  could  not  choose  but  find  it.  The  halls  of  legislation  which,  but  a \nfew  years  since,  beheld  Eustis  and  Morton  at  the  head  of  a  triumphant \nDemocratic  majority,  now  enclose  an  appalling  majority  of  the  Hartford \nConvention  malecontents  of  1814.  This  is  a  spectacle  wliich  the \nunsophisticated  Democrats  of  Massachusetts  contemplate  with  such \nsentiments  of  indignant  contempt  as  the  patriotic  Frenchman  must \nhave  entertained  when  he  beheld  the  Cossacks  of  the  Don  and  Calmuc \nTartars  from  the  wall  of  China  establishing  their  bivouac  in  the  Elysian \nFields  of  Paris.\"  This  is  the  sharpest  party  opinion  that  we  have \nnoticed  from  his  pen.  The  principal  object  of  this  oration  is  to  vindi- \ncate the  policy  of  reforms  in  office,  and  contravene  the  opinions  of  Clay \nand  Adams  on  this  point. \n\nMr.  Greene  pronounced  another  oration,  already  alluded  to,  July  4, \n1831,  in  Faneuil  Hall.  This  passage  is  the  finishing  paragraph  of  the \nperoration :  '  •  Immortal  spirits,  who  went  before  us, —  ye  who  have \ngiven  us  the  blessing  for  which  the  extended  pajan  of  half  a  world  is \nringing  at  this  moment !  Fathers  of  our  Revolution  !  year  after  year \nthrows  its  new  blaze  of  light  upon  your  virtues.  Revolution  after  rev- \nolution, and  unresented  wrong  after  wrong,  shows  of  what  temper  ye \nwere.  With  unity  of  heart,  compensating  for  weakness  of  hand  ;  with \ninflexible  energy,  and  high  resolve,  and  matchless  devotion,  making  an \ninfant  nation  stronger  than  its  parent,  and  setting  the  bright  spirit  of \nLiberty  on  her  high  seat,  amid  the  resistance,  and  with  the  exacted \nconsent,  of  armed  thousands,  hitherto  invincible  ! \n\n•  Immortal  heirs  of  universal  praise  ! \nWhose  honors  with  increase  of  ages  grow, \nAs  streams  roll  down,  enlarging  as  they  flow  ; \nNations  unborn  your  mighty  name  shall  sound, \nAnd  worlds  applaud,  that  must  not  yet  be  found  ! '  \" \n\n\nALEXANDER   HILL   EVERETT. \n\nJULY  4,  1830.     FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  oration  of  Mr.  Everett,  we  find  a  passage  showing  that  the \nauthor  of  the  draft  of  the  Declaration  of  Independence  —  Thomas  Jef- \nferson —  so  highly  estimated  the  honor,  as  to  wish  that  it  might  be \ninscribed  upon  his  tombstone,  \"  The  Author  of  the  Declaration  of \nIndependence ;  \"  and  this  was  done.     The  committee  appointed  for  pre- \n\n\nALEXANDER  UILL   EVERETT.  481 \n\nparing  this  instrument,  June  11,  1776,  consisted  of  Jefferson,  Adams, \nFranklin,  Sherman,  and  Livingston.  ' '  It  was  a  singular  proof  of  the \nforce  of  Mr.  Jefferson's  character,  and  of  the  confidence  that  was  gen- \nerally felt  in  his  talents  and  virtues,  that,  although  one  of  the  youngest \nmembers  of  Congress,\"  says  Mr.  Everett, —  \"probably  the  youngest \nof  all, —  he  was  yet  placed  at  the  head  of  this  important  committee ; \ncontaining,  too,  as  it  did,  such  men  as  Franklin  and  John  Adams.  To \nthe  fervid  and  active  friendship  of  the  latter  of  these  two  statesmen, \nafterwards  his  pohtical  rival,  but  then  his  ablest  and  most  ardent  coad- \njutor, he  probably  owed  this  distinction,  as  appears  from  the  account  of \nthe  circumstances  attending  the  appointment  of  the  committee,  given \nhy  Mr.  Adams  himself  in  his  letter  to  Mr.  Pickering,  of  August  6. \n1822.  '  Mr.  Jefferson,'  he  remarks,  '  came  into  Congress  in  June. \n1775,  and  brought  with  liim  a  reputation  for  literature,  science,  and  a \nhappy  talent  for  composition.  Writings  of  his  were  handed  about, \nremarkable  for  their  peculiar  felicity  of  expression.  Though  a  silent \nmember  of  Congress,  he  was  so  prompt,  frank  and  explicit,  upon  com- \nmittees,—  not  even  Samuel  Adams  more  so, —  that  he  soon  seized  upon \nmy  heart ;  and  upon  this  occasion  I  gave  him  my  vote,  and  did  all  in \nmy  power  to  procure  him  the  votes  of  others.  I  think  he  had  one \nmore  vote  than  any  other,  and  that  placed  him  at  the  head  of  the  com- \nmittee. I  had  the  next  highest  number,  which  placed  me  second.' \nMr.  Adams  then  proceeds  to  remark,  that  the  committee  of  five  met. \nand,  after  discussing  the  subject,  appointed  Mr.  Jefferson  and  himself  a \nsub-committee  to  prepare  the  draft.  The  sub-committee  met  in  turn  ; \nand,  after  an  amicable  altercation  upon  the  question  which  of  the  two \nshould  perform  the  task, —  each  endeavoring  to  devolve  it  on  the  other, \n—  it  was  finally  assigned,  as  was  naturally  to  be  expected  from  the \norder  of  the  precedence  in  the  committee,  to  Mr.  Jefferson.  It  ought \nto  be  remarked,  that  it  was  not  the  object  of  either  of  these  patriots  to \navoid  responsibility  or  labor.  Each,  with  the  genuine  modesty  that \nbelongs  to  real  merit,  believed  the  other  to  be  more  capable  than  him- \nself of  doing  justice  to  this  most  delicate  and  critical  occasion ;  and \neach  was  willing  and  desirous  to  sacrifice  to  consideration  for  the \npublic  good  what  both  very  pi'operly  regarded  as  an  enviable  distinc- \ntion. That  Mr.  Jefferson  should  have  been  the  first  to  yield  was,  as  I \nhave  just  remarked,  the  natural  result  of  his  place  in  the  committee. \nThe  draft  made  by  Mr.  Jefferson  having  been  examined  by  Mr.  Adams, \nand  afterwards  accepted  by  the  committee  of  five,  was  reported  to \n41 \n\n\n482  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nCongress  -vsithout  alteration,  as  it  stood  in  the  hand-writing  of  the \nauthor. \n\n\"On  the  first  of  July,  the  resolutions  moved  by  Richard  Henry \nLee,  for  declaring  independence,  the  further  consideration  of  which,  as \nI  have  said  before,  had  been  postponed  from  the  11th  of  the  preceding \nmonth  until  that  day,  were  taken  up  again  in  committee  of  the  whole, \nand,  having  been  debated  through  the  day,  were  reported  to  Congress. \nThe  subject  was  then  postponed  until  the  following  day,  which  was  the \n2d  of  July,  when  the  resolutions  were  taken  up  in  Congress,  and,  after \nfurther  debate,  finally  passed.  On  the  3d  of  July,  the  draft  of  the \nDeclaration  of  Independence  was  reported  to  Congress  by  Mr.  Jeffer- \nson, as  chairman  of  the  committee  of  five  who  had  been  appointed  to \nprepare  it ;  and,  having  been  fully  considered,  and  amended  in  several \npoints,  on  the  following  day,  which  was  the  4th  of  July,  was  adopted. \nThe  original  draft,  as  reported  by  the  author,  has  since  been  printed, \nand  brought  into  comparison  with  the  amended  form  which  appears  in \nthe  official  publication.  The  alterations  made  in  Congress,  thougli  not \nessential  to  the  effect  of  the  paper,  are  in  general  for  the  better ;  and \ngive  a  high  idea  of  the  calmness  and  judgment  with  which  our  fathers \nproceeded  in  maturing  every  part  of  this  important  and  delicate \ntransaction.  In  this  manner  was  prepared  and  adopted  the  celebrated \nDeclaration  of  Independence.\" \n\nAlexander  Hill  was  son  of  Rev.  Oliver  Everett,  a  minister  of  New \nSouth  Church,  in  Boston,  afterwards  Judge  of  Common  Pleas  for  Nor- \nfolk, and  Avas  born  at  Boston,  March  19, 1790  ;  graduated  at  Harvard \nCollege  in  180G,  on  which  occasion  his  theme  was  on  \"the  Effects  of \nthe  General  Diffusion  of  Literature ;  \"  became  a  counsellor-at-law,  and \nmarried  Lucretia  Orne,  daughter  of  Judge  Oliver  Peabody,  of  Exeter, \nN.  H.,  Oct.  21,  181G.  He  was  the  orator  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa \nSociety,  in  1813.  In  1825  Mr.  Everett  was  minister  to  Spain.  He \nsucceeded  Mr.  Jared  Sparks,  in  1830,  as  editor  of  the  North  American \nReview.  He  became  president  of  Jefferson  College,  in  Louisiana,  in \n1841,  when  his  inaugural  address  was  published.  He  was  appointed, \nby  President  Polk,  in  1847,  the  commissioner  to  China;  and  died  at \nCanton,  on  June  28,  1847,  aged  57  years. \n\nThe  Democratic  Review  of  November,  1847,  remarks  of  Mr.  Ever- \nett, that,  in  political  life,  he  rose  to  the  most  conspicuous  stations,  which \nhe  owed  rather  to  the  elevation  of  his  mind,  and  the  distinction  of  his \ncharacter,  than  to  mere  party  service  ;  for,  happily,  he  was  not  one  of \n\n\nALEXANDER  HILL  EVERETT.  483 \n\nthose  who,  in  the  eager  pursuit  of  personal  aggrandizement,  sacrificed \nto  the  hollow  shrine  of  party  devotion  talents  and  acquirements  des- \ntined for  a  higher  purpose  and  a  purer  sphere.  No ;  to  his  honor  be \nit  said,  that  he  never \n\n\"  Narrowed  his  mind \nAnd  gave  up  to  party  what  was  meant  for  mankind.\" \n\nMr.  Everett  was  an  eminent  writer ;  and,  besides  his  very  useful \ncontributions  in  the  North  American  Review,  we  find  two  very  import- \nant works,  which  writers  on  political  economy  will  ever  resort  to  for \nlight  on  the  subject.  We  allude  to  his  New  Ideas  on  Population,  and \nhis  last  production,  consisting  of  a  letter  on  the  condition  of  China, \nin  reference  to  the  Malthusian  theory,  addressed  to  George  Tucker, \ndated  Macao,  April  30,  1847,  which  illustrates  the  conception,  to  use \nEverett's  own  words,  that  \"density  of  population,  far  from  being  a \ncause  of  comparative  scarcity,  is  itself  the  proximate  cause  of  the  com- \nparative abundance  of  the  necessaries  and  comforts  of  life  which  we \nAvitness  in  China,  and  most  other  densely  peopled  countries.\"  He  was \nauthor  of  two  political  treatises  on  Europe  and  America,  of  elevated \ncharacter,  and  Memoirs  of  Gen.  Warren  and  Patrick  Henry.  Two \nvolumes  of  his  miscellaneous  productions  have  been  published  since  his \ndecease.  He  was  a  vigorous  writer,  ambitious  and  unfortunate.  The \npohtical  influence  of  his  productions  will  perpetuate  his  memory  for \nages  to  come. \n\n\nHENRY  BARNEY   SMITH. \n\nJULY  4,  1830.     FOR  THE   WASHINGTON   SOCIETY. \n\nWas  the  son  of  Barney  Smith,  a  merchant  in  State-street ;  gradu- \nated at  Harvard  College  in  1809,  when  he  engaged  in  a  dialogue  on \nthe  differences  in  the  character  of  the  ancient  and  modern  Greeks ;  was \na  counsellor-at-law,  and  president  of  the  Boston  Debating  Society.  He \nhas  been  a  firm  advocate  of  the  Democratic  Republican  party,  and  a  man \nof  more  than  ordinary  talent.  In  1822  he  delivered  a  4th  of  July \noration  at  Dorchester.  In  1824  Mr.  Smith  delivered  another,  at  the \nMarlboro',  in  Boston.  It  was  said  of  him,  after  giving  the  third  ora- \ntion, at  the  pubhc  dinner,  that  \"he  is  an  uncompromising  democrat. \n\n\n^i84  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n■who  has  sketched  the  Protean  visage  of  aristocracy  in  thoughts  that \nbreathe  and  words  that  burn.\" \n\n\"Why  is  it,\"  said  Mr.  Smith,  \"that  some  of  our  politicians  cling  so \nfondly  to  the  superannuated  perpetuities  of  the  Old  World,  and  view \n•with  ill-disguised  aversion  the  improvements  of  the  New?  There  is  a \nconspiracy  of  private  interest  with  unprincipled  ambition,  in  England \nand  our  own  country,  to  pervert  history  and  misrepresent  fact, —  to \npreoccupy  the  avenues  of  education,  and  poison  the  infant  mind  with \nabsurd  theories  and  exploded  doctrines.  Why  is  Hume,  the  apologist \nof  arbitrary  power,  set  up  as  a  classic,  and  put  into  the  hands  of  chil- \ndren as  authentic  history '?  Why  is  Julius  Csesar  lauded  in  our  public \nschools,  and  Caius  Gracchus  stiormatized  as  a  demagonjue,  when  the  one \noverturned  the  government  of  his  country  by  a  military  force,  and  the \nother  was  put  to  death  by  a  mob  of  Roman  senators,  led  on  by  an  infu- \nriated high-priest  of  a  false  religion  ]  Whence  is  it  that  myriads  may \nbe  sacrificed  on  the  field  of  battle,  by  executions,  by  imprisonments,  for \nthe  unprincipled  ambition  of  princely  power,  and  not  a  sigh  —  not  a \nmurmur  —  is  heard  in  after  times  to  lament  their  fate ;  but,  if  an  indi- \nvidual falls  a  sacrifice  to  the  rage  of  an  indignant  populace,  goaded  to \ndesperation  by  long-continued  oppression,  our  histories  are  groaning \nwith  the  details?  Imagination  is  on  the  rack  to  invent  some  new  hor- \nror. All  that  the  art  and  ingenuity  of  man  can  conjure  up  is  added \nto  heighten  the  picture  of  suffering,  or  deepen  the  shade  of  guilt,  until \nthe  feeling  mind  is  excruciated  with  the  sense  of  human  depravity. \nThe  people  are  not  always  aware  of  their  rights,  and  may  patiently \nsubmit  for  a  time,  as  in  the  days  of  the  Henrys  and  Elizabeths,  to  reg- \nister the  decrees  of  those  who  usurp  the  sovereignty  over  them.  But, \nunfortunately,  there  can  be  no  statute  of  limitations  to  debar  them  of \ntheir  unalienable  inheritance.  In  the  despotic  governments,  important \nchanges  are  sometimes  obtained  through  the  horrors  of  a  revolution ; \nbut  in  this  country  every  object  of  good  government  is  secured  through \nthe  salutary  influence  of  reform,  and  a  fearless  reliance  on  enlightened \npublic  opinion.  The  spread  of  intelligence  and  the  consciousness  of \npower  among  the  people  will  necessarily  keep  our  social,  civil  and \npolitical  institutions,  in  the  onward  path  of  progressive  improvement.\" \n\n\nJOHN  GORHAM  PALFREY.  485 \n\nJOHN   GORHAM   PALFREY. \n\nJULY  4,  1831.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  in  Boston,  May  2,  1796 ;  and  was  grandson  of  William \nPalfrey,  a  paymaster-general  in  the  army  of  the  Revolution,  and  an \naid-de-camp  to  Washington  on  the  occupation  of  Dorchester,  of  whom \nHarrison  Gray  Otis  remarked:  \"His  person  was  of  the  middle  size, \nhis  countenance  animated,  his  gait  quick,  with  a  military  air ;  his  man- \nners genteel  and  commanding,  and  his  deportment  to  me  as  a  boy  con- \ndescending and  affable.  I  also  think  I  remember  the  sound  of  his \nvoice,  clear  and  sonorous ;  and  his  image  is  before  me  as  that  of  a  gen- \ntleman of  the  old  school, —  polite,  manly,  and  elegant.\"  The  father  of \nthe  subject  of  this  notice,  John  Palfrey,  was  in  early  life  a  merchant  in \nDemarara,  and  afterwards  a  ship-chandler  in  Boston,  who  removed,  in \n1804,  to  the  Territory  of  Louisiana,  where  he  died  in  the  autumn  of \n1843,  at  his  plantation  of  Isle  I'Abbaye,  St.  Martin's;  when,  among \nother  bequests,  he  left  twenty-two  slaves  to  his  son  John  G.,  who  nobly \nemancipated  them ;  —  and  thus,  in  the  language  of  Sumner,  without \narmy  or  navy,  by  a  simple  act  of  self-renunciation,  has  given  freedom \nto  a  larger  number  of  Christian  American  slaves  than  was  done  by  the \nsword  of  Decatur. \n\nYoung  John  received  his  elementary  education  under  William  Payne, \nschoolmaster,  in  Berry-street,  who  was  father  of  the  \"  Young  American \nRoscius.\"  He  was  prepared  for  college,  in  1809,  at  Exeter  Academy. \nWhen  he  graduated  at  Harvard  College,  in  1815,  his  theme  was,  On \nRepublican  Institutions  as  affecting  Private  Character ;  and,  at  a  public \ne.xhibition,  he  gave  an  oration  on  the  Errors  of  Genius.  Mr.  Palfrey \nbecame  a  student  in  theology,  and  in  1818  was  ordained  to  the  pastoral \ncare  of  the  Brattle-street  Church ;  which  station  he  honorably  occupied \nuntil  his  appointment  to  the  office  of  Dexter  Professor  of  Sacred  Litera- \nture in  Harvard  College,  in  1831,  which  he  resigned  in  1839.  He \nmarried  Mary,  daughter  of  Samuel  Hammond,  Esq.,  of  Boston.  The \noration  at  the  head  of  this  article  exhibits  sound  and  practical  politics. \nIts  whole  doctrine  is  the  principle  of  life  adapted  to  improve  the  quality \nand  increase  the  quantity  of  individual  happiness,  and  to  secure  the \nperpetuity  of  national  glory.  He  enlarges  on  three  topics  essential  to \nour  national  honor,  a  hearty  attachment  to  the  union  of  the  States,  a \n\n41* \n\n\n486  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncare  to  have  the  administration  in  proper  hands,  and  a  national  litera- \nture.    In  1839  Mr.  Palfrey  gave  the  discourse  at  the  centennial  cele-, \nbration  of  the  first  settlement  of  the  town  of  Barnstable. \n\nMr.  Palfrej  published  his  own  autobiography  in  a  letter  to  a  friend, \nwith  this  motto  on  the  title-page :  \"  Let  all  the  ends  thou  aim'st  at  be \nthy  country's,  thy  God's,  and  truth's.\" \n\nWe  will  continue  the  history  of  Mr.  Palfrey,  in  his  own  language, \nto  the  period  of  his  election  to  Congress  in  1847  :  \"In  the  year  1831. \nafter  thirteen  years'  service  in  the  parochial  ministry  in  Boston,  I \naccepted  a  professorship  in  the  theological  department  of  the  university, \nand  removed  to  Cambridge.  My  partial  friends  in  the  religious  soci- \nety with  which  I  had  been  connected  objected  to  my  taking  that  step, \nand  urged  that  it  was  not  wise  ;  but  no  doubt  of  its  being  taken  under \na  disinterested  sense  of  duty  ever  reached  me  from  any  quarter.  My \nposition  had  been  everything  that  heart  could  desire  ;  and  never  more \nattractive,  to  say  the  least,  than  when  I  relinquished  it.  Separating \nmyself  from  relatives  and  friends,  I  left  for  a  place,  to  be  retained,  as  I \nsupposed,  for  the  rest  of  my  life ;  where  I  was  to  have  more  labor,  less \nleisure,  less  compensation,  and  social  position  and  advantages  certainly \nnot  superior  to  what  I  left  behind.  Except  that  I  was  not  in  ill  health, \nI  took  the  step  under  the  same  circumstances  as  the  same  step  had  been \ntaken  just  before  by  the  late  Rev.  Dr.  Ware,  Jr.;  and  I  have  never \nheard  that  he  was  charged  with  being  prompted  by  political  or  any \nother  worldly  ambition. \n\n\"  After  four  years,  with  a  view  to  add  to  my  pecuniary  means,  which \nproved  unequal  to  the  wants  of  an  increased  family,  I  became  editor \nof  the  North  American  Review.  I  am  ashamed  to  write  of  matters  of \nsuch  purely  personal  concern ;  but  the  impudent  and  false  constructions \nput  upon  them  by  those  who  have  felt  justified  in  criticizing  so  distant \na  period  of  my  life  compel  me  to  the  unwelcome  task.  At  the  end  of \nfour  years  more, —  namely,  in  1839, —  my  situation  was  this  :  During \nfive  days  and  a  half  of  every  week  of  the  college  terms,  I  was  doing \nharder  and  more  exhausting  work,  in  the  lecture-room  and  in  prepara- \ntion for  it,  than  I  have  ever  done  in  any  other  way.  I  was  one  of  the \nthree  preachers  in  the  University  Chapel ;  and,  during  my  turn  of  duty, \nin  what  remained  of  Saturday  after  the  week's  lecturing  was  done,  I \nhad  to  prepare  for  the  religious  service  which  I  conducted  on  Sunday. \nAs  dean  (or  executive  ofiicer)  of  the  theological  faculty,  I  was  charged \nwith  affairs  of  administration  in  that  department  of  the  university. \n\n\nJOHN   GORHAM   PALFREY.  487 \n\nAs  editor  of  the  North  American  Review,  I  was  under  obhgation  to \nlay  before  the  pubhc  two  hundred  and  fifty  or  more  closely-printed \noctavo  pages,  every  quarter.  I  had  in  press  a  work,  of  some  extent \nand  labor,  on  the  Hebrew  Scriptures.  And  imprudently,  perhaps, \nbut  for  apparently  sufficient  cause,  I  had  engaged  to  deliver  and  print \ncourses  of  Lectures  for  the  Lowell  Institute, —  which,  accordingly,  I \ndid  deliver,  in  1839,  1840,  and  the  two  following  winters. \n\n\"These  things  united  made  a  task  too  great  for  the  health  and \nStrength  of  most  men.  At  all  events,  it  Avas  too  great  for  mine. \nPlain  indications  showed  that  I  must  have  some  relief,  or  be  crushed, \nbody  and  mind.  My  permanent  engagements  Avere,  the  professorship \nin  the  university,  and  the  editorship  of  the  Review.  In  the  Review \nwas  embarked  a  large  capital,  for  me ;  and,  to  dissolve  my  connection \nwith  it,  until  there  should  be  an  opportunity  for  an  advantageous  sale, \nwas  not  to  be  thought  of,  because  this  would  have  been  to  put  it  out  of \nmy  power  to  reimburse  the  friends  to  whom  I  Avas  indebted  for  the \ninvestment.  I  did  not  desire  to  resign  my  professorship.  Nor  did  I \nyet  contemplate  such  a  movement.  My  plan  was,  to  obtain  such  relief \nas  seemed  absolutely  necessary,  and  no  more,  by  a  dispensation  from  a \nportion  of  its  duties.  A  recent  event  had  put  it  in  my  power  to  relin- \nquish a  part  of  my  income  from  that  source.  I  accordingly  made  a \ncommunication  to  the  corporation  of  the  college,  proposing  to  give  up \nthe  less  important  part  of  my  duties,  and  with  them  three-eighths  parts \nof  my  salary,  and  submitting  a  plan  by  which  I  thought  they  might  be \nexecuted,  at  less  expense  to  the  institution,  and  without  derangement \nof  the  system  of  the  department.  The  corporation,  after  conference \nwith  me  by  a  committee,  and  consultation  among  themselves,  acceded \nto  my  proposal,  and  passed  a  vote  accordingly.  A  copy  was  trans- \nmitted to  me,  and  the  transaction  was  complete. \n\n\"A  few  days  passed,  and  the  president  called  upon  me,  to  give  me \ninformation  which,  as  he  very  properly  said,  he  thought  I  ought  to \npossess.  He  told  me  that,  at  a  subsequent  meeting  of  the  corporation. \nmore  full  than  those  at  which  my  proposal  had  been  considered  and \nacted  on,  dissatisfaction  had  been  expressed  Avith  the  arrangement  on \nthe  part  of  members  Avho  had  been  absent,  on  grounds  having  refei- \nence  to  the  general  policy  of  the  college,  and  the  inexpediency  of \nprecedents  of  this  nature.  His  communication  Avas  limited  to  giving \nme  this  information,  Avithout  any  suggestion  that  further  action  Avas \nexpected  from  me,  or  was  contemplated  by  the  corporation,  in  the  way \n\n\n488  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  a  reversal  of  what  had  taken  place.  But  it  cost  little  reflection  tO \nshow  mc  that  I  could  not,  with  propriety,  take  advantage  of  a  vote, \nwhich  it  appeared  would  not  have  been  passed  in  full  board,  against \nsuch  opinions  of  a  minority.  It  was  equally  clear  that  I  must  not \nthink  of  going  on  as  I  had  done.  Accordingly,  on  a  revision  of  the \nwhole  subject,  I  announced  my  intention  to  resign  at  the  end  of  the \nacademical  year.  This  was  done  with  perfect  good  feeling  on  both \nsides ;  of  which  feeling  towards  myself  the  most  flattering  evidence  was \nafforded,  in  documents  placed  in  my  hands  by  the  authorities  of  the \ncollege.  I  did  not  remain  in  Cambridge,  where  I  had  lived  eight \nyears,  as,  according  to  the  theory  lately  broached  of  my  movements,  I \nshould  have  done,  to  pursue  objects  of  political  ambition.  I  removed, \nin  the  autumn,  to  Boston,  advertising  my  house  in  Cambridge  to  let, \n—  which  was  effected  in  the  summer  of  the  next  year.  And  this  is  the \nwhole  story  of  ray  separation  from  the  college, —  an  event  unexpected \nand  undesired  by  me,  and  connected  with  no  ulterior  views,  beyond \nthe  preservation  of  my  life  and  health.  My  object  in  it  has  been  pre- \nposterously misrepresented.  There  is  not  a  shadow  of  proof,  nor  have \nI  any  recollection  or  belief,  that  I  had  then  any  more  thoughts  of  a \ncourse  of  life  like  that  into  which  unexpected  circumstances  have  since \nled  me,  than  I  now  have  of  becoming  the  Emperor  of  China. \n\n\"Having  lived  in  Boston  two  years,  engaged  in  my  studies,  in  the \nmanagement  of  the  North  American  Review,  and  in  the  preparation  and \npublication  of  my  Lectures  before  the  Lowell  Institute, —  not  writing \na  line  for  any  newspaper,  nor  seeking  political  associations  of  any  kind, \nnor  thinking  of  politics  more  than  every  tolerably  well-informed  per- \nson, with  whatever  pursuits,  maybe  supposed  to  do, —  I  was  elected  by \nmy  fellow-citizens  of  that  place  to  represent  them  in  the  General  Court \nof  the  commonwealth,  for  the  years  1842  and  1843.  It  has  been  said \nand  printed,  that,  by  way  of  introducing  myself  to  political  life,  I \nbecame  a  fre([uent  attendant  at  the  primary  meetings,  after  my  removal \nto  Boston.  To  the  best  of  my  knowledge  and  belief,  I  never  was  in  a \nprimary  meeting  until  after  I  had  taken  my  seat  as  representative  in \nthe  General  Court.  To  the  best  of  my  knowledge  and  belief,  I  never \nwas  in  a  primary  meeting  but  three  times  in  my  life ;  namely,  on  the \n0th  of  January,  and  the  31st  of  August,  1842,  at  Boston,  and  on  the \n21st  of  September,  1847,  at  Cambridge.  To  the  best  of  my  knowl- \nedge and  belief,  no  soUcitations  —  not  so  much  as  any  hints  —  from \nme  led  to  my  nomination  for  the  General  Court.     If  any  one  supposes \n\n\nJOHN   GORHAM   PALFREY.  489 \n\nthat  he  knows  anything  to  the  contrary  of  this,  I  desire  him  to  make \nit  public. \n\n\"  Though  I  took  a  part  in  other  measures, —  for  the  responsibility \nof  a  representative  was  upon  me, —  my  regular  business  in  the  house \nwas  that  of  chairman  of  the  committee  on  education,  a  place  assigned \nto  me  without  the  slightest  motion,  and,  I  will  add,  without  the  slight- \nest expectation,  of  my  own.  It  was  a  place,  however,  I  suppose,  not \nunsuitable  for  a  person  of  my  habits,  as  it  has  been  repeatedly  filled \nby  clergymen,  before  and  since.  And  it  procured  me  a  pleasure  of \nthe  choicest  kind.  With  others  of  that  committee,  I  was  subsequently \nplaced  on  a  special  joint  committee,  to  whom  were  referred  the  subject \nof  the  continuance  of  Normal  Schools, —  the  first  provision,  for  only \nthree  years,  having  then  expired, —  and  a  proposal  for  the  establish- \nment of  school-district  libraries.  The  committee  determined  that \nresolves  should  be  reported  to  continue  the  Normal  Schools,  and  estab- \nlish the  libraries ;  that  they  should  be  introduced  in  the  house,  and  that \nI  should  prepare  and  take  charge  of  them  in  that  body.  Under  cir- \ncumstances of  no  little  difiiculty,  these  were  carried  through,  and \nbecame  a  law  on  the  3d  of  March,  1842.  I  look  back  upon  that  day  as \nthe  date  of  the  most  useful  public  service  I  ever  rendered,  excepting, \nonly,  the  day  of  my  first  vote  in  the  Congress  of  the  United  States. \n\n\"  In  1843,  by  reason  of  straitened  circumstances, —  the  causes  of \nwhich  there  is  no  need  to  explain,  but  which  were  not  such  then,  or  at \nany  other  time,  as  to  occasion  to  any  person  the  loss  of  a  cent  by  me, \n—  I  disposed  of  the  property  and  relinquished  the  editorship  of  the \nNorth  American  Review,  which,  as  things  stood,  was  inadequate  to \nmy  needs,  and  looked  about  for  some  advantageous  employment  of  my \ntime.  Should  it  be  asked,  why,  released  from  other  engagements,  I \ndid  not  seek  to  resume  my  former  profession,  there  are  those  who  will \nunderstand  why  one  should  be  reluctant  to  return  to  that  profession, \nwhen  relinquished,  as  a  resource  for  a  livelihood.  From  time  to  time, \nas  opportunity  has  occurred,  I  have  freely  given  other  reasons,  in  my \njudgment  of  great  weight ;  and  am  always  ready  to  do  so  to  any  one \nwho  has  a  curiosity  on  the  subject.  I  shall,  probably,  be  thought  to \nhave  already  thrown  off  reserve  quite  sufficiently  as  to  these  personal \nmatters,  without  going  further,  now,  on  this  point.  I  will  but  add, \nthat,  since  retiring  from  the  University,  in  1839,  I  have  published \nthree  octavo  volumes  on  important  subjects  in  theology ;  and  I  may, \nhereafter,  lay  before  the  public  some  further  evidence  that  I  have  not \n\n\n490  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nforsaken  the  studies  proper  to  the  clerical  profession,  but,  on  the  con- \ntrary, have  devoted  to  them  more  time  than  the  routine  of  parochial \nservices  would  have  allowed  me  to  command. \n\n\"The  administration  of  the  State  government  was  changed  by  the \nresult  of  the  fall  election  of  1843,  and  it  was  understood  that  there \nwould  be  a  change  in  the  office  of  Secretary  of  the  Commonwealth. \nMy  desire  to  be  considered  a  candidate  having  been  made  known  to \nmy  friends,  I  was  elected  to  that  office  by  the  General  Court  in  the \nfollowing  January.  I  hope  that  in  the  four  years  I  held  it  the  com- \nmonwealth received  no  detriment  from  me. \n\n\"The  duties  of  the  secretary's  office,  of  so  diffi^rent  a  description \nfrom  the  employment  to  which  I  had  been  accustomed,  may  well  be \nsupposed  to  have  been  found,  at  first,  somewhat  irksome  and  distaste- \nful. But  use  and  method  made  them  easy,  and  not  unpleasant.  If \nnot  very  interesting  or  intellectual,  they  were,  at  all  events,  not  at  all \nexhausting ;  and,  by  method  and  diligence,  I  found  myself  able  to  per- \nform them  with  exactness  within  such  a  daily  allowance  of  time  as  to \nleave  considerable  leisure  for  more  congenial  pursuits.  The  emolu- \nment, joined  to  my  private  resources,  was  enough  to  enable  me  to  live \nwith  frugal  comfort,  and  educate  my  children.  In  short,  I  was  living \nvery  satisfactorily,  and  desired  nothing  different.  But  so  it  was  not \nordered.  Though,  while  a  representative  in  the  General  Court,  I  had \nbeen  sent  as  a  delegate  from  Boston  to  the  Whig  State  convention,  in \nSeptember,  1842,  and  though  I  made  two  or  three  speeches  in  the  pres- \nidential contest  of  1844, —  the  annexation  of  Texas  being  already  a \npending  question, —  it  was  in  the  autumn  of  1845  that  I  first  became \nconnected,  in  any  material  way,  with  political  transactions.  If  I  mistake \nnot,  that  was  a  time  when  Christian  man  or  Christian  minister  might \nwell  think  that  it  did  not  misbecome  him  to  take  an  interest  in  public \naffairs.  For  my  part,  I  am  most  confidently  of  the  opinion,  that  the \ncause  of  truth  and  righteousness,  of  God  and  of  man,  demanded  quite \nas  much  active  service,  at  that  time,  in  the  popular  assemblies,  as  in \nthe  pulpits,  of  the  land.  In  the  summer  of  1846,  my  friend,  Mr. \nCharles  Francis  Adams,  having  assumed  the  editorship  of  the  '  Boston \nWhig,'  I  contributed  to  that  journal  a  series  of  twenty-six  numbers, \nentitled  '  Papers  on  the  Slave  Power.'  They  attracted  some  atten- \ntion, and  were  presently  after  collected  in  a  pamphlet,  which  passed \nthrough  three  editions.\" \n\nIn  the  autumn  of  1846,  overtures  were  made  to  Mr.  Palfrey  to \n\n\nJOHN   GORHAM   PALFREY.  491 \n\nbecome  a  candidate  for  Congress  in  the  fourth  congressional  district,  as \nsuccessor  to  Benjamin  Thompson,  -who  had  made  known  his  intention \nto  withdraw,  which  Mr.  Palfrey  declined ;  but  such  an  earnest  desire \nfor  his  services  was  expressed,  that,  \"  after  much  and  long  hesitation, \nI  yielded  to  the  representations  which  were  made  to  me,\"  said  Mr. \nPalfrey,  \"  that,  as  a  matter  of  public  duty,  I  was  bound  to  recede  from \nmy  position.  I  am  glad  that  I  did  not  then  know  all  the  personal \nconsequences  which  w^ere  involved  in  that  decision.  I  fear  that  I \nmight  not  have  had  spirit  to  encounter  them ;  and  then  some  approba- \ntion of  my  conscience,  which  I  now  possess,  for  duty  since  honestly \nperformed,  would  have  been  lost.\"  Mr.  Palfrey  was  elected  to  Con- \ngress for  the  December  session  of  1847,  until  after  the  March  session \nof  1849  ;  and  this  appeal  to  the  public  was  published  after  ten  attempts \nat  his  reelection  had  been  defeated.  This  political  memoir,  extending \nalong  twenty-eight  pages,  is  interesting.  We  cannot  forbear  quoting \none  more  passage,  regarding  the  loss  of  old  friends :  \"Up  to  the  age \nof  fifty  years,\"  says  he,  \"  I  suppose  very  few  men  had  more;  and \nwhether  I,  on  my  part,  have  been  constant  in  friendship, —  whether  I \nhave  been  easily  provoked,  or  alienated  in  high  party  times,  or  in  any \ntimes, —  let  those  who  have  tried  me  answer.  The  little  slights  and \naifronts  by  which  the  common  associates  of  former  days  find  it  suitable \nto  express  their  disapprobation  are  disagreeable,  no  doubt ;  but  they \nare  not  much  more.  The  change  in  friends  of  as  many  years  as  make \nup  half  the  recognized  term  of  human  life, —  the  coldness  of  some,  the \nseparation  from  others,  the  loud  and  acrimonious  hostility  of  others, — \nis  not  altogether  the  same  thing.  It  is  pretty  common  for  me,  of  late, \nto  meet  'hard  unkindness'  altered  eye,'  in  faces  which  from  boyhood \nbefore  never  looked  at  me  but  with  kindness  and  smiles.  I  have  been \naddressed  with  rude  language  in  the  streets,  when  accosting  some  old \nacquaintance.  Persons  whose  youth  I  have  tried  to  serve  do  not  rec- \nognize me  as  we  pass.  I  dare  say  it  is  very  manly,  and  all  that,  to \nsay  that  one  cares  nothing  about  such  things.  But  that  is  a  virtue \nbeyond  my  mark.  I  do  care  for  them  ;  probably  too  much.  I  care \nfor  them  so  much,  that  I  devoutly  thank  God  that  he  did  not  let  me \nknow  to  the  full  extent  what  was  coming,  when  I  took  my  course. \nHad  I  known  it,  I  hope  I  should  have  had  the  courage  to  do  precisely \nas  I  have  done.  But  no  man  is  entirely  certain  of  himself;  and,  had \n1  fully  seen  what  I  was  incurring,  it  is  possible  that  I  might  have \nflinched.     As  it  is,  I  am  safely  past  the  flinching  point.\" \n\n\n492  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nMr.  Palfrey  is  a  political  Abolitionist,  of  the  Free-soil  party,  and  is \na  decided  advocate  of  the  cause.  While  some  were  of  opinion  that  his \nvote  against  Winthrop  as  the  Speaker  of  the  House  in  Congress  was \nan  ineffaceable  stain  on  the  honor  of  INIiddlesex,  others  proclaimed  that \nit  was  pro])ably  one  of  the  most  useful  acts  of  his  life ;  and  John \nQuincy  Adams  is  said  to  have  exclaimed,  after  the  delivery  of  his \ncelebrated  abolition  speech  in  Congress,  \"Thank  God!  the  seal  is \nbroken  !  \"  Was  it  consistent  in  Mr.  Palfrey,  who  acted  in  Congress \nunpledged,  to  endeavor  to  secure  pledges  from  Mr.  Winthrop  in  regard \nto  the  constitution  of  those  committees  which  have  especial  sw^veil- \nlance  of  subjects  connected  with  war  and  slavery?  Some  say  his \nformer  conservative  spirit  gave  him  a  more  elevated  influence  than  his \nradicalism  will  ever  effect. \n\nMr.  Palfrey  is  a  member  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society, \nand  pronounced  a  valuable  semi-centennial  discourse  before  the  insti- \ntution, Oct  31,  1844.  While  Mr.  Palfrey  applauds  the  society  for  an \nundeviating  devotion  to  its  interests,  his  opponents  remark  that  it \nwould  be  a  happy  circumstance  if  the  quotation  he  so  pertinently \napplied  to  them  could  be  adapted  to  himself,  as  regards  his  political \ncareer.  He  remarks  to  the  society,  it  should  be  ours  to  justify  it \nin  saying, \n\n\"  While  I  remain  above  the  ground,  you  shall \nHear  from  me  still,  and  never  of  me  aught \nBut  what  is  like  me  formerly  ;  —  that 's \nWorthily  as  any  ear  can  hear. ' ' \n\nMr.  Palfi-ey  is  a  man  of  varied  learning.  Though  his  style  is,  at \ntimes,  rather  involved  with  qualifying  clauses,  we  often  find  great \nbeauty  of  diction.  He  published  two  discourses  on  the  History  of \nthe  Brattle-street  Church.  He  wrote  the  Life  of  William  Palfrey, \nPaymaster-general  in  the  Army  of  the  Revolution ;  Practical  Dis- \ncourses on  Domestic  Duties ;  Lectures  on  the  Jewish  Scriptures  and \nAntiquities,  2  vols.  8vo. ;  Lowell  Lectures  on  the  Evidences  of  Chris- \ntianity, 2  vols.  8vo. ;  and  many  other  productions.  There  can  be  no \nquestion  of  the  patriotic  motives  of  Mr.  Palfrey  in  political  matters, \nany  more  than  of  his  devotion  to  the  interests  of  general  literature  and \nhumanity. \n\n\nWILLIAM  FOSTER  OTIS.  493 \n\nWILLIAM   FOSTER   OTIS. \n\nJULY  4,   1831.    FOR  THE  YOUNG  MEN  OF  BOSTON. \n\nWas  born  in  Boston,  Dec.  1,  1801,  and  the  son  of  Harrison  Gray \nOtis,  and  Sally  Foster,  his  wife.  He  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1813 ; \ngraduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1821,  where  he  took  part  in  a  con- \nference on  the  state  of  physical  science,  oratory,  fine  writing,  and  met- \naphysics, in  England,  during  the  reign  of  Queen  Anne  :  read  law  with \nHarrison  Gray  Otis,  Jr.,  and  Augustus  Peabody ;  became  a  counsel- \nlor-at-law,  and  married  Emily,  a  daughter  of  Josiah  Marshall,  Esq.,  a \nselectman  of  Boston,  May  18, 1831,  who  died  Aug.  17, 1836,  aged  29. \n\nMr.  Otis  was  a  member  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery \nCompany,  in  1828 ;  a  major  in  the  Boston  regiment,  a  judge-advocate, \na  representative  to  the  State  Legislature,  and  president  of  the  Young \nMen's  Temperance  Society. \n\nAt  the  public  festival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  after  the  delivery  of  the  ora- \ntion for  the  young  men  of  this  city,  the  following  sentiment  was  given \nto  the  orator  of  the  day :  '■  Rich  in  the  hereditary  possession  of  the  vir- \ntues and  talents  of  his  ancestors, —  far  richer  in  possessing  the  hearts \nof  the  present  generation.\" \n\nWe  will  quote  the  peroration  of  this  performance :  \"  Do  we  suppose \nthat  we  can  shed  our  liberty  upon  other  countries  without  exertion, \nand  let  it  fall  upon  them  like  the  dew  which  stirs  not  the  leaf  7  No  ; \nliberty  must  be  long  held  suspended  over  them  in  the  atmosphere,  by \nour  unseen  and  unwearied  power.  The  more  intense  the  heat  which \noppresses  them,  the  more  must  it  saturate  and  surcharge  the  air.  till, \nat  last,  when  the  ground  is  parched  dry,  when  vegetation  is  crisped  up. \nand  the  gasping  people  are  ready  to  plunge  into  destruction  for  relief, \nthen  will  it  call  forth  its  hosts  from  every  quarter  of  the  horizon ; \nthen  will  the  sky  be  overcast,  the  landscape  darkened,  and  Liberty,  at \none  peal,  with  one  flash,  Avill  pour  down  her  million  streams ;  then \nwill  she  hft  up  the  voice,  which  echoed,  in  days  of  yore,  from  the \npeaks  of  Otter  to  the  Grand  Monadnock  ;  then  will \n\n'  Jura  answer  through  her  misty  cloud. \nBack  to  the  joyous  Alps,  who  call  to  her  aloud.' \n\n\"  We  are  asked  upon  what  is  our  reliance  in  times  of  excitement ; \n\"what  checks  have  we  upon  popular  violence ;  what  compensation  for \n42 \n\n\n494  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nhuman  infirmities ;  what  substitutes  for  bayonets,  dragoons,  and  an \naristocracy?  I  ansAver,  the  religion  and  morality  of  the  people.  Not \nthe  religion  of  the  State  ;  not  the  morality  of  the  fashionable.  Thank \nHeaven,  our  house  is  of  no  Philistine  architecture  !  Our  trust  —  our \nonly  trust  —  is  where  it  ought  to  be, —  the  religion  and  morality  of  the \nwhole  people.  Upon  that  depends,  and  ought  to  depend,  all  that  we \nenjoy  or  hope.  Our  strength  is  in  length,  in  breadth,  and  in  depth. \nIt  is  in  us,  and  must  be  felt  and  exercised  by  each  one  and  all  of  us, \nor  our  doAvnfall  is  doomed.  For  we  are  the  people  ;  we  are  our  gov- \nernors ;  we  are  the  Lord's  anointed ;  we  are  the  powers  that  be,  and \nwe  bear  not  the  sword  in  vain.  And  upon  us  is  the  responsibility ; \nhumble  and  obscure,  domestic  and  retiring,  secluded  and  solitary,  we \nmay  be, —  but  ours  is  still  the  great  national  trust,  go  where  we  will ; \nand  to  God  are  we,  one  and  all,  accountable.  Our  responsibility  is  with \nus  ;  it  weighs  upon  us  ;  it  overhangs  us,  like  the  dome  of  this  house  ; \nits  universal  pressure  is  the  great  principle  of  our  protection.  If  the \njust  rules  of  religion  and  morality  pervade  through  all  its  parts,  the \nprodigious  weight  is  gracefully  sustained  ;  but  if  vice  and  corruption \ncreep  in  its  divided  circles,  the  enfeebled  fabric  will  yawn  in  dread \nchasms,  and,  crumbling,  will  overwhelm  us  with  unutterable  ruin!\" \n\n\nTIMOTHY   FULLER. \n\nJULY  11,  1831.     FOR  THE  ANTI-MASONIC  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  son  of  Rev.  Timothy  Fuller,  of  Princeton,  Mass.,  and  was \nborn  at  Chilmark,  July  11,  1788.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College \nin  1801,  on  which  occasion  he  took  part  in  the  discussion,  whether \noccupancy  creates  a  right  of  property.  He  Avas  two  years  a  teacher  in \nLeicester  Academy,  and  read  law  with  the  father  of  Gov.  Levi  Lincoln, \nof  whom  he  acquired  his  Democratic  views.  He  studied  law,  and  prac- \ntised in  Boston,  having  his  residence  at  Cambridge.  His  remarkable \nlogical  acuteness,  unwavering  integrity,  and  habitual  philanthropy,  aided \nby  unwearied  application,  won  for  him  rapid  distinction.  As  a  speaker, \nhe  was  remarkable  for  ready  address  and  forcible  language,  producing \npopular  effect.  He  was  an  active  and  spirited  leader  in  the  Anti- \nmasonic  movement  of  1831,  and  was  president  of  the  Anti -masonic \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY,  JR.  495 \n\nconvention  of  Massachusetts.  lie  espoused  tlio  cause  of  Democracy, \nand  his  pohtical  opinions  are  made  very  obvious  in  an  oration  he  deliv- \nered at  Watertown,  July  4,  1809.  Mr.  Fuller  was  a  senator  of  his \nnative  State  from  1813  to '16;  was  a  representative  from  Middlesex \nfor  Congress  during  the  period  from  1817  to  '25.  He  was  speaker  of \nthe  house,  in  the  State  Legislature,  in  1825,  and  one  of  the  governor's \nCouncil  in  1828. \n\nMr.  Fuller  was  an  earnest  advocate  for  the  election  of  John  Quincy \nAdams  to  the  presidency ;  and  that  distinguished  patriot  owed  his  most \nelevated  station,  in  no  small  degree,  to  his  untiring  efforts.  He  had \nput  forth  his  energies  to  elevate  Mr.  Adams  to  the  chair  of  his  native \nState,  but  without  success. \n\nMr.  Fuller  made  several  noted  speeches  in  Congress,  among  which \nwas  his  caustic  philippic  on  the  Seminole  War,  that  attracted  marked \nattention.  He  was  chairman  of  the  naval  committee,  and  his  labors  in \nthat  department  are  held  in  grateful  remembrance.  In  the  last  years \nof  his  life,  he  withdrew  from  business,  and  retired  to  Groton.  A \nfavorite  project  with  him  was  to  write  a  history  of  the  United  States, \nand  that  object  he  hoped  to  accomplish  in  his  retirement,  from  the \nample  materials  he  had  gathered  during  his  public  career ;  but  his \ndecease,  on  the  1st  day  of  October,  1883,  removed  him  before  his  plan \nhad  ripened  for  completion.  Mr.  Fuller  married  Margaret  Crane,  of \nCanton,  and  had  seven  children,  one  of  whom  was  Margaret.  wht» \nmarried  the  Marquis  Ossoli,  of  Italy, —  a  lady  highly  estimated  in \nthe  literary  world,  who  perished  in  the  wreck  of  the  ship  Elizabeth, \non  Fire  Island,  near  New  York,  July  19,  1850.  Though  Mr.  Fuller \n■was  involved  in  the  outlay  of  time  and  money  incident  to  a  political \nlife,  he  left  a  handsome  fortune  accumulated  in  his  profession. \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY,  JR. \n\nJULY  4,  1832.     FOR  THE  CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"Citizens  of  Boston,\"  says  our  orator,  in  the  peroration  of  this \nperformance,  \"you  are  now  assembled  where,  more  than  half  a  century \nago,  your  fathers  stood,  and  where,  half  a  century  hence,  your  chil- \ndren will  probably  stand,  to  celebrate  the  glories  of  the  American  Rev- \n\n\n496  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nolution.  May  the  orator  of  that  day  speak  of  a  confederated  republic, \nstretching  from  ocean  to  ocean,  filled  with  arts,  and  civihzation,  and  free- \ndom !  May  he  speak  of  the  fathers  of  the  Revolution  as  the  instru- \nments of  establishing  and  extending  the  blessings  of  liberty  over  this \nland,  and  over  the  world  !  May  he  appeal  to  the  then  living  constitu- \ntion of  our  country,  as  an  abiding  witness  of  the  wisdom  and  foresight \nof  men  who  framed  an  instrument  which  a  century  could  scarce \nimprove  !  May  he  kindle  the  patriotism  of  his  hearers  by  pointing  to \nthe  monument  that  rises  over  the  spot  where  Warren  fell,  and  to  the \nfields  throughout  our  land  that  were  wet  with  the  blood  of  the  victims  in \nthe  cause  of  independence  !  But,  in  the  height  of  his  enthusiasm,  may \nhe  pause  and  testify  of  the  men  of  this  generation.  May  he  say,  and \nsay  truly,  that  they  gained  a  victory  more  glorious  than  was  ever  won \non  a  tented  field ;  that  the  men  of  the  east  and  of  the  west,  the  man- \nufacturer of  the  north,  the  planter  of  the  south,  overcame  selfishness, \nand  immolated  local  interest  on  the  altar  of  peace  and  union;  —  that, \ndrawing  wisdom  from  the  experience  of  the  past,  and  weighing  the \nconsequences  of  their  actions  on  the  future,  they  calmly  and  deliber- \nately sacrificed  temporary  and  transient  views  to  the  permanency  of \nancient  friendship  ;  —  that  they  transmitted  unimpaired  the  constitu- \ntion of  the  United  States,  the  palladium  of  their  own  and  their  coun- \ntry's liberty,  to  their  descendants,  and  deserved  the  name  of  the  pre- \nservers and  perpetuators  of  the  peace,  liberty  and  happiness,  of  these \nStates,  then  and  forever  one  —  united  —  indivisible  !  \" \n\nJosiah,  son  of  Josiah  Quincy,  was  born  at  Boston,  Jan.  17,  1802,  in \nPearl-street,  nearly  opposite  the  old  Boston  Athenaeum.  He  was  pre- \npared for  college  at  Phillips'  Academy,  Andover,  and  graduated  at \nHarvard  College  in  1821,  on  which  occasion  he  engaged  in  a  discussion \nwith  Warren  Burton,  on  the  elegant  literature  of  England  and  France. \nHe  read  law  with  William  Sullivan,  became  a  counsellor-at-law,  and \nmarried  Mary  Jane,  daughter  of  Samuel  R.  Miller.  He  was  lieuten- \nant of  the  Boston  Light  Infantry,  an  aid-de-camp  to  Gov.  Lincoln,  and \ncommander  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company.  He \nwas  a  member  of  the  city  Council  in  1833,  and  its  president  in  1834 \nto  '37.  He  was  a  member  and  president  of  the  Senate  in  1842.  He \nwas  elected  mayor  of  Boston  from  1845  to  '49.  Owing  to  his  finan- \ncial skill  in  the  direction  of  the  Western  Railroad  enterprise,  during \ntwelve  years  of  the  most  perilous  period  of  its  course,  it  had  become \none  of  the  safest  investments  in  the  stock  market ;  was  treasurer,  also, \n\n\nJOSIAH   QUINCY,  JR.  497 \n\nof  the  Vermont  Central  Railroad.  His  veto,  as  chairman  of  the  Board \nof  Aldermen,  in  May,  1847,  on  the  exciting  license  question,  redounds \nas  greatly  to  his  honor  as  the  enterprise  of  Long  Pond ;  and  elicited \ntwo  famous  songs,  one  of  which  was  on  \"  The  Man  that  Dared  Stand \nAlone,\"  and  the  other  beginning  with, \n\n\"  God  bless  the  Mayor's  casting  vote  ! \nA  thousand  hearts  exclaim.\" \n\nMr.  Quincy  was  elected  treasurer  of  the  Boston  Athenseum  in  1837, \nand  retained  the  station  for  fifteen  years.  He  deserves  the  reputation \nof  having  been  the  chief  instrument  in  effecting  the  erection  of  the \npresent  splendid  edifice  of  the  institution,  on  its  delightful  location  in \nBeacon-street,  by  the  endorsement  of  his  name  to  very  great  amounts, \nin  times  of  pressure,  and  as  chairman  of  the  building  committee.  Thus \ntins  noble  institution  is  as  much  under  obligation  to  Josiah  Quincy.  Jr., \nfor  its  present  prosperity,  as  to  William  Smith  Shaw  for  its  origin. \n\nIt  is  related  of  the  Quincys,  that  on  the  day  after  the  election  of  the \njunior  to  the  presidency  of  the  Senate,  in  1842,  a  gentleman,  meeting \nthem  in  State-street,  remarked  that  it  was  a  singular  circumstance \nthere  should  be  two  presidents  in  the  same  family,  at  the  same  time : \non  which,  President  Quincy  senior,  breasting  himself  with  dignity. \nreplied,  \"  There  is  a  difference,  however,  in  magnitude,  as  one  star  dif- \nfereth  from  another  star.\"  Whereat,  President  Quincy  the  junior \narchly  remarked,  \"That  is  true  enough,  father  ;  for  you  are  the  presi- \ndent of  boys,  while  I  am  the  president  of  men.\" \n\nWhen  the  young  men  of  Boston  had  a  public  festival  in  honor  of \nCharles  Dickens,  Feb.  2,  1842,  Mr.  Quincy  presided  ;  and,  in  allusion \nto  the  remark  of  the  president  of  Harvard  University,  that  it  was  a \nvery  good  thing  for  a  man  to  carry  his  toast  in  his  pocket,  lest  his \nmemory  might  fail,  Mr.  Quincy  stated  that  he  had  so  far  acted  upon \nthat  principle  as  to  prepare  a  toast  which  he  had  hoped  would  draw  a \nspeech  from  Gov.  Davis;  but  he  unfortunately  had  kept  it  in  his  pocket \ntoo  long,  for  the  governor  had  retired.  The  toast  was,  '•  The  Political \nPilots  of  Old  England  and  New  England  :  Though  their  titles  may  be \ndifferent,  they  observe  the  same  luminaries  in  the  literary,  and  steer \nby  the  same  stars  in  the  moral,  horizon.\"  The  effective  speech  of  Mr. \nQuincy  on  this  occasion  —  a  Welcome  to  Charles  Dickens  —  appears \nin  the  Boston  Book  for  1850. \n\nWhen  the  telegraph  wires  were  stretched  from  Boston  to  Salem,  in \n42* \n\n\n498  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nDecember,  1847,  and  were  in  full  operation,  the  folloTving  message  was \ntransmitted :  \"  The  mayor  of  the  city  of  Salem  sends  his  compliments \nto  the  mayor  of  the  city  of  Boston,  congratulating  him  on  the  completion \nof  the  new  bond  of  union  between  the  two  cities.\"  To  which  Mr. \nQuincy,  with  his  usual  fehcity,  made  reply:  \"The  mayor  of  Boston \nreciprocates  the  compliments  of  the  mayor  of  Salem,  and  rejoices  that \nletters  of  light  connect  the  metropolis  with  the  birth-place  of  Bow- \nditch.\"  This  reminds  one  of  a  happy  allusion,  in  a  burning  address \nof  Horace  Mann  to  his  constituents,  on  the  subject  of  slavery:  \" My \nwords  have  been  cool  as  the  telegraphic  wires,  while  my  feelings  have \nbeen  like  the  lightning  that  runs  through  them.\"  The  junior  Quincy \ni.s  one  of  the  rarest  wits  amongst  us.  He  once  remarked,  with  as  much \ntruth  as  humor,  at  a  military  festival,  that  it  has  been  discovered  that \nintemperate  conviviality  is  not  the  only  bond  of  military  union;  — that \nrum,  mixed  with  gunpowder,  is  not  the  only  means  of  inspiring  cour- \nage ;  and  that  men  who  can  stand  alone  are  best  fitted  to  stand  by \none  another. \n\nThe  fame  of  the  Long  Pond  Water  Works  will  ever  be  identified \nwith  the  two  Mayors  Quincy,  senior  and  junior.  To  Mayor  Quincy \nthe  senior  we  yield  the  palm  as  being  the  first  mayor  who  publicly \nadvised  and  urged,  in  his  inaugural  address,  January,  1826,  the  uni- \nversal introduction  of  water  through  all  the  streets,  lanes  and  avenues, \nof  the  city,  either  from  Charles  or  Neponset  rivers.  To  Mayor  Quincy \nthe  junior  we  yield  the  palm  as  being  the  leader  who  pi'omptly  effected \nthe  project ;  and  to  Loammi  Baldwin,  an  eminent  engineer  who  died \nin  June,  1838,  we  concede  the  reputation  of  originating  the  conception \nin  1827,  and  devising  the  enterprise,  Oct.  1,  1834,  of  procuring  the \nsource  of  supply  from  Long  Pond.  The  Union  Water  Convention  of \ndelegates  from  each  ward  in  Boston,  which  held  its  first  meeting  at \nTremont  Temple,  June  9,  1845,  and  elected  Charles  Allyn  Wells,  Esq., \npresident,  was  the  great  moving  cause  of  forwarding  this  enterprise, . \nwhich  was  completed  under  Josiah  Quincy,  Jr.  The  act  of  the  State \nfor  supplying  the  city  of  Boston  with  pure  water  from  Long  Pond  was \napproved  by  Gov.  Briggs,  March  30, 1846.  Is  not  the  name  of ' '  Cochit- \nuate,\"  on  the  city  ordinance,  a  palpable  misnomer,  establishing  a  Water \nBoard  in  December,  18497  This  magnificent  enterprise,  completed  at \nthe  expense  of  not  less  than  five  millions  of  dollars,  transcends  any \nother  public  work  ever  effected  by  the  people  of  Boston.  It  has  been \nfelicitously  said  of  the  younger  Quincy,  that  he  has  written  his  name \n\n\nJOSIAH  QUINCY,  JR.  499 \n\nin  water,  jet  it  shall  last  forever.  The  imaginative  vision  of  posterity \nshall  see  it  written  in  letters  of  light,  in  the  rainbows  of  the  fountains. \nThe  people  of  Boston  have  never  found  him  dry,  and  he  has  taken  care \nthey  never  shall  be  so. \n\nWhen  Mr.  Quincy  attended  a  pubhc  festival  in  honor  of  the  ^^siters \nat  the  industrial  exhibition  in  Montreal,  October,  1850,  he  remarked, \nin  an  effective  speech  at  the  table  :  \"  Where  is  civil  liberty  enjoyed  in \na  higher  degree  than  in  this,  or  in  that  other  British  country,  the  other \nside  of  the  Atlantic  ?  There  is  one  difference,  though,  that  is  not  so \nvery  great  an  one  as  might  at  first  sight  appear.  You  —  all  of  you \n—  bow  down  to  the  sovereign  Lady,  collectively.  We  bow  down  to \none  sovereign  lady,  each  for  himself  This  is  the  only  difference  ;  and \nI  fear  we  cannot  all  say,  as  you  can  of  your  lady,  that  our  sovereign \nlady  is,  as  a  wife  and  mother,  an  ornament  and  honor  to  her  sex,  the \nfirst  in  virtue,  and  the  first  in  place.\" \n\nAt  the  first  celebration  of  the  Cape  Cod  Association,  in  Boston, \nNov.  11,  1851,  a  pleasant  incident  was  eUcited  by  the  following  toast : \n■'The  Elder  and  the  Younger  Quincy: \n\nWhile  for  the  former.  Time,  with  gentle  hand, \n\nAnd  all  reluctant,  slowly  turns  the  sand, \n\nThe  latter  shows  some  marks  —  we  hope  unfelt  — \n\nOf  early  snows  that  summer  will  not  melt. \n\nI  crave  their  pardon,  but  must  ask,  for  one, \n\nHow  shall  we  know  the  father  from  the  son  ?  \" \n\nThis  sentiment  excited  great  merriment.  Hon.  Josiah  Quincy \njioiior  rose,  in  the  midst  of  the  universal  laughter,  and  cried  out, \n\"Gentlemen,  I  introduce  to  you  mij  son,  who  sits  on  the  right  of  the \n'chair.'  \"  The  venerable  President  Quincy  then  rose,  was  greeted \nwith  cordial  welcome,  and  proceeded  to  speak,  with  severity,  of  the  dis- \nobedience of  some  sons.  He  was  very  happy  in  his  remarks.  He \nconcluded  by  giving  as  a  toast,  \"  The  Inhabitants  of  Cape  Cod.\" \n\nMr.  Quincy,  Jr.,  now  responded  to  his  half  of  the  sentiment  above \ngiven;  and,  among  other  things,  said  that  he  \"was  a  wise  child  that \nknew  his  own  father,  and  then  gave :  \"The  Sons  of  Cape  Cod :  Maj \nthey  always  be  better  men  than  their  fathers.\" \n\n\n500  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nEDWARD   GOLDSBOROUGH   PRESCOTT. \n\nJULY  4,  1832.    FOR  THE  BOSTON  REGIMENT. \n\nWas  grandson  of  Hon.  William  Prescott,  a  leader  in  the  Battle  of \nBunker  Hill,  -whom  Washington  described  as  \"Prescott  the  brave.\" \nIt  is  related  that  when  Gen.  Warren  came  up  to  the  works,  a  short \ntime  before  the  action,  on  Bunker  Hill,  with  a  musket  in  his  hand.  Col. \nPrescott  proposed  to  him  that  he  should  take  the  command,  as  he  under- \nstood he  had  been  appointed  by  Congress  to  be  major-general,  the  day \nprevious.  Warren  replied,  \"I  have  no  command  here;  I  have  not \nreceived  my  commission.  I  come  as  a  volunteer,  and  shall  be  happy \nto  learn  service  from  a  soldier  of  your  experience.\"  Daniel  Webster \nsays,  \"If  there  was  any  commander-in-chief  in  the  field,  it  was  Pres- \ncott.\" Frothingham's  Siege  of  Boston  is  the  most  rehable  statement \nextant  of  the  scenes  around  the  head-quarters  of  the  great  Amer- \nican Revolution.  The  father  of  Edward  was  born  at  Pepperell, \nAug.  19,  1762,  and  married  Catharine  G.,  daughter  of  Thomas  Ilick- \nling,  Esq.,  of  the  Island  of  St.  Michael's,  December,  1793.  He  was \nan  Essex  senator  in  1805,  of  Gov.  Gore's  Council  in  1809,  judge \nof  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas  for  Suffolk,  and  in  1820  a  delegate  of \nthe  convention  for  re\\ising  the  State  constitution. \n\nYoung  Edward  was  born  in  Salem,  Mass.,  Jan.  2,  1804.  His  ele- \nmentary education  was  at  Brighton,  under  the  tuition  of  Jacob  N. \nKnapp,  a  brother  of  the  celebrated  biographer  and  lawyer,  who  will \never  be  remembered  as  the  teacher,  also,  of  William  Hickling,  the  most \neminent  American  historian,  a  brother  of  Edward,  whose  researches  in \nSpanish,  Mexican  and  Peruvian  annals,— the  more  attractive  in  a \nsoul  so  remarkable  for  modesty  and  gentleness, —  brighten  the  family \nescutcheon.  He  afterwards  became  a  pupil  of  the  Rev.  Dr.  Gardiner, \na  scholar  of  the  school  of  Parr,  who  made  his  pupils  men,  as  well  as \nscholars.  He  was  further  prepared  for  Harvard  College  under  Master \nCarter,  of  Lancaster ;  and  graduated  at  college  in  1825,  when  he \nengaged  in  the  study  of  law  under  his  venerated  father,  and  soon \nbecame  a  counsellor  at  the  Suffolk  bar.  He  was  naturally  eloquent, \nacquitting  himself  fluently,  and,  from  the  force  of  his  own  convictions, \nimpressively.  When  at  that  bar,  he  received  frequent  applications  in \neminent  cases,  as  the  counsel  most  likely  to  be  effective,  by  his  popular \n\n\nEDWARD   GOLDSBOROUGH   PRESCOTT.  501 \n\naddress,  in  the  interests  of  the  prisoner  at  the  bar.  He  was  a  member \nof  the  Boston  city  Council  from  1830  to  1835,  and  a  representative  to \nthe  State  Legislature.  Previous  to  1832,  he  delivered  an  oration  on \nour  national  birth-day,  at  Pepperell ;  and  in  this  year  he  was  elected \ncommander  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery  Company,  and  was \nthe  colonel  of  the  Boston  regiment.  He  was,  for  a  period,  editor  of \nthe  New  England  Galaxy,  originated  by  Mr.  Buckingham,  which  he \nconducted  with  a  fair  and  liberal  spirit.  The  oration  of  Mr.  Prescott, \ndelivered  for  the  city  authorities  of  Boston,  July  4,  1833,  was  pub- \nlished. \n\nCol.  Prescott  remarks,  in  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this  outline,  that \n\"the  whole  field  of  our  literature  is  left  unexplored.  Our  previous \nsituation,  and  the  times  themselves,  have  heretofore  rendered  this  nec- \nessary. Our  inhabitants,  for  a  long  period  struggling  for  freedom, \nafterwards  found  themselves  impoverished,  and  obliged  to  contend  for \nexistence.  It  was  not  until  of  late  years  that  we  have  found  leisure \nto  become  a  literary  nation,  or  the  power  to  encourage  native  talent. \nBoth  are  now  ours,  and  a  territory  lies  before  us  such  as  has  never  yet \nbeen  wandered  over,  fraught,  even  in  oui*  brief  history,  with  deeds  of \ndaring  and  endurance  which  far  outstrip  the  bright  coloring  of  fiction, \nand  scenes  of  romantic  and  sublime  interest  Avhich  may  challenge  the \nworld.  These  are  the  newly -opened  quarries  out  of  which  native  gen- \nius has  already  begun  to  hew  for  itself  immortality ;  and  from  which, \nsuch  men  as  Irving,  Cooper,  Bryant,  Percival,  Sprague,  and  a  host  of \nothers  of  our  young  countrymen,  have  drawn  the  materials  of  their  early \nfame.\" \n\nIn  his  earhest  childhood,  Mr.  Prescott  made  it  his  chief  delight,  it \nis  said,  to  enact  the  pastor.  Seldom  has  it  happened  that  a  life  has \nwandered  further  astray  than  his, —  dissolute,  perhaps,  even  as  the \nimmortal  Col.  Gardiner, —  from  this  its  earliest  promise,  to  bring  it \nout  so  clear,  and  full,  and  beautiful,  at  last.  From  the  immediate \ncentre  of  what  the  world  calls  pleasure,  says  Bishop  Doane,  with \neverything  that  could  infatuate  the  heart  and  overwork  the  brain, —  in \nprofessional  success,  in  official  station,  in  worldly  prospect, —  Mr.  Pres- \ncott, by  God's  grace,  escaped.  Previous  to  taking  holy  orders,  Mr. \nPrescott  remarked  to  a  friend,  ' '  I  have  served  the  devil  long  enough, \nand  I  will  henceforth  devote  myself  to  God.\"  He  gave  the  whole \npower  of  his  soul  to  divinity,  prayer,  and  Christian  effort ;  and  most \n\n\n502  *        THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nfirmly,  from  the  pure  love  of  his  boy's  heart,  in  the  parish  of  St.  John's, \nat  Salem,  N.  J.,  over  which,  about  the  year  1836,  he  became  the  rec- \ntor, and  ever  sent  out,  towards  the  wide  world  from  which  he  was  res- \ncued, warm  thoughts  of  joyful  gratitude  that  he  had  escaped  its  snares. \nHe  was  always  anxious  to  show  that  he  had  taken  this  stand,  and  was \nto  shrink,  on  no  occasion,  from  avowing  himself  a  true  follower  of  the \nCross.  He  was  married  by  Bishop  Doane,  in  St.  John's  Church,  New \nJersey,  in  the  year  1835,  to  Miss  Margaret  J.  Smith,  of  that  parish. \nHe  loved  the  sanctuary  and  its  worship.  He  would  have  lived  in  it. \nIts  very  nails  and  hinges  had  for  him,  says  Doane,  a  sacredness.  Our \nrector  had  devoted  so  much  of  his  life  to  military  ambition,  that,  long \nafter  he  had  entered  the  clerical  profession,  his  mind  would  dwell  upon \nit ;  and  one  day,  meeting  an  early  military  associate,  at  the  Astor \nHouse,  in  New  York  city,  who  informed  him  that  a  military  review  was \nto  take  place  up  in  the  city,  Mr.  Prescott  remarked  he  could  not  repress \nhis  desire  to  witness  the  scene,  and  they  proceeded  directly  to  the \nspot. \n\nThe  sermons  of  Mr.  Prescott  were  of  high  ability  and  eloquence, \nand  fruitful  in  doctrine  and  practical  sentiment ;  and  should  be  rescued \nfrom  oblivion,  as  their  appearance  to  the  public  eye  would  advance  the \nreputation  of  theological  literature,  and  extend  the  growth  of  piety  in \nour  republic.  As  a  catechist  for  the  youth  of  his  parish,  he  was \nintensely  devoted  to  the  work,  and  displayed  peculiar  tact,  endearing \nhimself  to  the  young  lambs  of  the  flock.  At  length,  the  slow  decay \nwhich  wasted  his  life  brought  him,  as  men  say,  to  his  death.  On  the \n8th  of  April,  1844,  he  took  passage  from  Boston  for  the  Azores \nIslands,  hoping  the  restoration  of  his  health.  The  pale  cheek,  that \nwarmed  itself  into  a  smile  of  melancholy,  is  colder  now  than  the  salt \n%ave  that  moans  his  lonely  requiem.  Prescott  waits  in  the  deep \ncaves,  a  thousand  fathoms  down,  until  the  sea  shall  yield  her  dead. \nThe  beautiful  surplice,  made  for  him  by  his  dear  mother,  in  which  he \never  gracefully  officiated,  Mr.  Prescott  bequeathed  to  his  closest  friend, \nthe  Rev.  William  Croswell,  of  Boston,  who,  on  receiving  it,  remarked \nthat  it  would  be  a  suitable  winding-sheet  for  himself;  and,  on  his  recent \nsudden  decease,  the  surplice  of  Prescott  enshrouded  the  remains  of \nCroswell.  What  over-payment  of  a  father's  best  exertions,  of  a \nmother's  least  reserving  sacrifices,  a  ministry  for  souls  like  that  of \nEdward  Goldsborough  Prescott ! \n\n\nEDWARD   GOLDSBOROUGH   PRESCOTT.     ^  503 \n\nELEGIAC. \n\n[Written  in  a  copy  of  Milton,  presented  by  the  late  Rev.  Edward  G.  Prescott,  who  died  on  his  passage \nto  the  Azores,  on  the  third  day  after  his  departure  from  Boston,  on  board  the  Harbinger,  April  11,  1844.1 \n\n\"  Ehen  quantum  minas  est  cum  reliques  rarari,  quam  tut  memincsse.\" \n\nThy  cherished  gift,  departed  friend. \n\nWith  trembling  I  unfold, \nAnd  fondly  gaze  upon  its  lids. \n\nIn  crimson  wrought  and  gold  : \nI  open  to  its  dirge-like  strain \n\nOn  one  who  died  at  sea,  — \nAnd  as  I  read  of  Lycidas, \n\nI  think  the  while  on  thee  ! \nThy  languid  spirit  sought,  in  vain. \n\nThe  beautiful  Azores, \nBut,  ere  it  reached  the  middle  main, \n\nWas  wrapt  to  happier  shores  ; \nAs  in  a  dream-like  halcyon  calm, \n\nIt  entered  on  its  rest. \nAmid  the  groves  of  Paradise, \n\nAnd  islands  of  the  blest. \nKind  friends  afar,  at  thy  behest. \n\nHad  fitted  bower  and  hall. \nTo  entertain  their  kindi-ed  guest. \n\nIn  ever  green  Fayal  : \nIn  greener  bowers  thy  bed  is  made, \n\nAnd  sounder  is  thy  sleep. \nThan  ever  life  had  known  among \n\nThe  chambers  of  the  deep  ! \nNo  mark  along  the  waste  may  tell \n\nThe  place  of  thy  repose, \nBut  there  is  One  who  loved  thee  well. \n\nAnd  loved  by  thee.  Who  knows  ; \nAnd  though  now  sunk,  like  Lycidas, \n\nBeneath  the  watery  floor, \nYet  This  great  might  who  walked  the  waves \n\nShall  thy  dear  form  restore. \nThough  years  may  first  pass  by,  no  time \n\nHis  purpose  shall  derange. \nAnd  in  His  guardianship  thy  soul \n\nShall  suffer  no  sea-change  ; \nAnd  when  the  depths  give  up  their  charge, \n\n0,  may  our  welcome  be, \nWith  thine,  among  Christ's  ransomed  throngs. \n\nWhere  there  is  no  more  sea  ! \n\nWilliam  Ckoswbu. \nSt.  Pbteb's  PiBSOXAGK,  Adbcrn,  October,  1844. \n\n\n504  THE    HUNDKED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nANDREW  DUNLAP. \n\nJULY   4,  1832.    FOR  THE  AVASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Salem,  Mass.,  Sept.  21,  1794,  and  was  the  only  son \nof  the  late  James  Dunlap,  a  reputable  merchant  of  that  city,  and  a \nnative  of  Ireland.  He  was  a  scholar  of  the  famous  Rev.  Dr.  Bentley, \nand  from  his  earliest  childhood  was  esteemed  as  a  boy  of  brilliant  parts. \nOn  leaving  Harvard  College,  where  he  graduated  in  1813,  he  entered \non  the  study  of  law,  under  John  Pitman,  Esq.,  a  counsellor  of  Salem, \nafterwards  the  U.  S.  District  Judge  for  Rhode  Island.  On  the  com- \npletion of  his  legal  course,  which  he  pursued  with  devotion,  he  was \nentered  as  an  attorney  in  his  native  city.  He  soon  became  distin- \nguished for  his  eloquence  and  zeal  in  his  profession.  In  1819  Mr. \nDunlap  gave  an  oration  for  the  young  men  of  Salem,  on  the  fourth  of \nJuly,  which  excited  great  admiration,  and  was  the  occasion  of  flattering \nletters  to  the  young  orator,  from  the  early  Presidents  Adams  and  Jeffer- \nson. He  removed  to  Boston  in  the  next  year,  where  he  married  Lucy \nAnn  Charlotte  Augusta,  daughter  of  Samuel  Fales,  Esq.,  merchant  of \nBoston.  Here  his  effective  eloquence  made  him  a  popular  advocate, \nespecially  in  criminal  cases,  and  opened  to  him  a  wide  field  of  profes- \nsional practice.  He  delivered  orations  in  1822  and  in  1832,  in  Boston, \non  our  national  birth-day.  He  was  warmly  attached  to  the  Demo- \ncratic party,  and  became  a  favorite  speaker  at  their  political  meetings ; \nand  was  an  early  advocate  of  the  election  of  Andrew  Jackson  to  the \npresidency,  and  was  friendly  to  his  administration  to  the  day  of  his \ndeath.  In  1827  Mr.  Dunlap  was  elected  as  a  representative  for \nBoston,  and  was  defeated  the  same  year  in  a  contest  for  the  State \nSenate. \n\nj\\Ir.  Dunlap  was  appointed,  in  March,  1829,  the  Attorney  of  the \nUnited  States  for  the  District  of  Massachusetts.  The  important  duties \nof  this  office  he  discharged  until  within  a  short  period  of  his  decease, \nwith  professional  courtesy  most  winning  towards  the  bar  and  the \nbench,  with  generosity  unrivalled  towards  prisoners,  and  with  clear- \nness and  fidelity  to  his  station.  That  he  was  tenacious  for  his  political \nprinciples  was  ever  obvious :  he  gave  the  following  sentiment  at  a \npublic  festival,  July  4,  1829  :  \"  The  Ebony  and  Topaz  of  the  Political \nWorld :  The  aristocracy  who  pretend  that  they  alone  are  qualified  for \n\n\nANDREW   DUNLAP.  505 \n\nsuperior  stations,  and  the  common  people  destined  to  labor  —  for  the \nliberties  of  mankind.\"  He  resigned  the  station  a  few  months  previous \nto  his  decease,  feeling  admonished,  by  the  disease  which  eventually \nterminated  his  existence,  and  was  then  casting  its  shadows  over  his \npath,  to  retire  from  active  labor,  and  not  choosing  '-to  lag  superflu- \nous\" in  his  ofiice  when  the  power  of  fully  sustaining  its  burdens  no \nlonger  remained.  His  resignation  drew  from  Hon.  Joseph  Story,  and \nalso  from  Hon.  Judge  Davis,  testimonials  expressive  of  their  affec- \ntionate personal  regard,  and  of  their  decided  approbation  of  his  official \nconduct.  The  hope  was  indulged  by  his  friends  that  a  tour  to  the \nsouth  Avould  restore  his  health ;  but  it  proved  unavailing,  or  only  pro- \ntracted, for  a  short  period,  the  hour  of  his  final  departure.  He \nreturned  from  Washington,  whither  he  had  gone,  to  his  native  town, \nwhere  he  died  in  the  bosom  of  his  family  connections,  July  27,  1835. \nOne  of  his  last  sentiments  —  uttered  at  that  period  when  the  mind \nlooks  with  clearness  through  all  the  events  of  life,  even  though  the  eye \nof  the  countenance  be  dim  —  is  worthy  of  remembrance,  says  Charles \nSumner,  who  prepared  and  edited  the  Treatise  on  the  Practice  of \nCourts  of  Admiralty  in  Civil  Cases  of  Maritime  Jurisdiction,  pub- \nlished in  1836, —  a  work  which  would  perpetuate  his  memory,  though \nhis  eloquence  and  patriotic  fervor  were  unknown.  He  said,  that  one \nof  his  happiest  reflections,  at  that  moment,  was,  that,  in  the  whole \ncourse  of  his  professional  life,  he  had  never  pressed  hard  upon  any \nman.  He  was,  indeed,  a  man  of  generous  impulses.  All  his  feelings \nwere  strong,  and  were  the  great  source  of  his  eloquence.  What  he \ndid  was  the  act  of  his  whole  heart.  And  no  man's  heart  beat  quicker \nthan  his,  at  the  call  of  patriotism  or  philanthropy.  We  are  quoting \nSumner,  mostly.  He  Avas  fearless  in  his  conduct,  kind  towards  his \ninferiors,  and  amiable  towards  all  around  him.  His  public  addresses \nwere  in  a  style  vigorous,  warm,  and  often  impassioned,  like  his  whole \ncharacter.  In  the  responsible  duties  of  a  wide  practice,  he  was  inva- \nriably prompt,  conciliatory  and  honorable,  as  he  was  able,  learned,  and \nindefatigable.  His  arguments  to  the  court  and  jury  often  attested,  not \nonly  a  large  acquaintance  with  the  books  of  his  profession,  but,  also, \nwith  those  of  literature  and  general  knowledge.  Some  of  them  are \npreserved  in  the  Reports  of  the  Circuit  Court  of  the  United  States  for \nthe  First  Circuit,  and  in  those  of  the  Supreme  Court  of  Massachusetts. \nMr.  Dunlap,  in  his  defence  of  Abner  Kneeland,  who  was  charged  with \nthe  crime  of  blasphemy,  advanced  a  manly  exposition  of  the  rights \n43 \n\n\n506  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nof  conscience,  which  will  be  read  with  interest  long  after  the  excitement \nof  the  trial  shall  be  forgotten.  May  the  scourge  of  infidelity  ever  be \naverted  from  this  republic  ! \n\nIn  the  oration  of  Andrew  Dunlap,  at  the  head  of  this  outline,  writ- \nten in  a  style  of  great  eloquence,  we  find  a  passage  breathing  the  true \nspirit  of  the  Revolution,  in  a  manly  tone  :  \"  The  purity  of  the  char- \nacter of  the  American  Revolution  sheds  lustre  on  its  history.  It  was \na  contest,  not  of  ambition,  but  of  principle.  Those  who  shone  in  the \ncouncil  and  gained  laurels  in  the  field  were  not  pursuing  the  shadow  of \nfalse  glory.  Their  sole  desire  was  to  secure  the  freedom  of  their \ncountry.  They  knew  that  the  conflict  would  be  arduous,  exhaust  the \nresources  and  shed  the  blood  of  an  infant  people.  With  the  courage  of \nheroes  they  united  the  mild  virtues  of  philosophers  and  philanthropists, \nand  never  appealed  to  arms  till  the  measure  of  injuries  was  full,  till \nall  hope  of  redress  vanished,  and  the  only  alternative  left  was  that \nbefore  of  Brutus  and  the  Romans, —  to  live  freemen,  or  die  slaves. \nIf  there  ever  was  a  people  under  the  sun  who  were  armed  in  honesty, \nand  could  with  sincerity  appeal  to  Heaven  for  the  sublime  purity  of \ntheir  motives  and  purposes,  it  was  the  people  of  America  bursting  the \nties  which  had  united  them  for  more  than  a  century  to  Great  Britain. \n\n\"  The  world  acknowledged  the  justice  of  our  cause.  France  and \nHolland  became  our  friends,  and  the  great  Frederick  of  Prussia  left \non  record,  in  his  works,  a  condemnation  of  the  wickedness  and  madness \nof  the  British  government.  After  the  loss  of  thirteen  provinces,  a \nhundred  thousand  of  the  lives  of  his  subjects,  and  a  hundred  millions \nof  their  treasure,  the  British  monarch  was  compelled  to  acknowledge \nAmerican  independence.  Many  of  the  most  inveterate  enemies  of \nAmerica  became  convinced  of  their  errors.  Even  the  celebrated  Gen- \neral Burgoyne  recanted  his  political  heresies,  and  confessed,  in  the \nHouse  of  Commons,  that  the  principle  of  the  American  war  was  wrong. \nYet  this  convert  had  been  one  of  our  most  violent  persecutors.  He \nhad,  to  use  his  own  language,  thrown  himself  at  his  majesty's  feet, \nand  solicited  the  honor  of  crushing  those  wilful  outcasts,  the  Amer- \nican rebels,  to  whom  he  afterwards  surrendered,  at  Saratoga.  It  was \nthis  general  who  denounced  upon  our  country  devastation,  famine, \nand  every  concomitant  horror,  and  threatened  to  let  slip  those  dogs  of \nwar,  his  savage  auxiliaries,  the  employment  of  whom  the  great  friend \nto  America  called  in  vain  upon  the  lords  bishops  to  oppose  with  the \nsanctity  of  their  lawn,  and  whose  merciless  aid  had  been  secured  at  a \n\n\nJOHN  WADE.  507 \n\nwar-feast,  where,  as  an  eminent  English  historian  relates,  the  king's \nminister-plenipotentiary  to  the  poor  Indians  was  invited  to  banquet \nupon  a  Bostonian,  and  to  drink  his  blood.  The  violators  of  our  rights \nat  length  received  the  punishment  of  their  transgressions.  It  was  the \nlast  wish  of  Lord  Chatham  that  the  vengeance  of  the  nation  might \nfell  heavy  upon  the  ministry.  It  was  the  hope  of  Mr.  Fox  that  they \nmiocht  be  sent  into  ignominious  retirement,  with  the  curses  of  their \ncountry  upon  their  heads.  That  wish  was  accomplished,  that  hope \nwas  realized.  The  malediction  of  the  country  followed  them,  and \nthe  reprobation  of  posterity  will  forever  rest  upon  their  memories.  Is \nit  not  a  subject  of  the  proudest  reflection,  that  our  country  was  right, \nas  well  as  successful ;  and  that  the  American  Revolution  as  much \ndeserves  admiration  for  the  lustre  of  its  political  virtue,  as  the  bril- \nliance of  its  military  triumphs?  \" \n\nAndrew  Dunlap,  beside  being  the  legal  pleader  of  government,  was, \nas  we  have  seen,  the  rhetorical  advocate  of  measures  devised  by  the \nmanagers  of  party  political  machinery  :  indeed,  he  was  the  most  pop- \nular orator  of  the  Democracy.  At  the  public  dinner  in  Faneuil  Hall, \nof  which  he  once  said  that  the  soul  of  our  ancestry  ever  filled  the  con \nsecrated  spot,  Mr.  Dunlap  gave  this  characteristic  sentiment:  \"The \nRepublican  Party :  By  maintaining  the  purity  of  their  principles,  they \nmaintain  the  rights  of  the  people ;  by  preserving  union  in  their  ranks, \nthey  preserve  the  union  of  the  States.\" \n\n\nJOHN  WADE. \n\nJULY  4,  1833.    FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  SOCIETY. \n\nWas  son  of  Col.  John  Wade,  and  born  at  Woburn,  September, \n1808.  He  was  early  educated  at  Lexington  Academy:  graduated  at \nAmherst  College  in  1822 ;  and  was  one  year  a  student  at  the  Law \nSchool,  in  Cambridge.  He  read  law  two  years  under  Bradford  Sum- \nner, Esq.,  of  Boston;  was  an  attorney  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas \nin  1833  ;  and  married  Ann  Elizabeth  Warfield,  of  Baltimore,  where \nhe  finally  settled.  The  oration  of  Mr.  Wade  was  published  in  the \nBoston  Daily  Post,  shortly  after  its  delivery.  He  died  in  Baltimore, \nOct.  22,  1851. \n\n\n508  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAMASA   WALKER. \n\nJULY  4,  1833.    FOR  THE  YOUNG  MEN'S  SOCIETIES   OF  BOSTON. \n\nWas  born  at  Woodstock,  Conn.,  j\\Iay  4, 1799.  His  father  removed, \nin  the  year  1800,  to  that  part  of  Brookfield  since  incorporated  as  North \nBrookfield.  He  was  early  educated  in  the  pubHc  school,  and  partly \nfitted  for  college  under  the  tuition  of  Rev.  Dr.  Snell.  Among  his \nfellow-students  at  this  period  were  the  late  Dr.  Mead,  of  New  York, \nJudge  Cheever,  of  Albany,  and  William  Cullen  Bryant,  the  poet.  Ill \nhealth  compelled  him  to  withdraw  from  mental  studies ;  and,  at  the  age \nof  fifteen,  he  was  employed  in  the  store  of  Col.  Charles  Henshaw,  at \nNorth  Brookfield.  When  of  age,  he  entered  in  partnership  with  the \nlate  Allen  Newhall,  Esq.,  at  West  Brookfield,  with  whom  he  continued \nduring  a  period  of  more  than  two  years.  In  the  days  of  his  minority \nhe  had  saved  the  amount  of  one  hundred  and  thirty-six  dollars,  which \nwas  his  capital  for  business.  His  father  aided  him  with  a  few  hundreds \nmore,  and  his  net  profits  there  were  soon  twenty-five  hundred  dollars. \nIn  1823  he  removed  to  Methuen,  and  became  an  agent  to  the  Methuen \nManufacturing  Company,  at  a  salary  of  only  six  hundred  dollars ;  but, \nprevious  to  his  withdrawal,  it  is  said,  the  company  made  him  the \nofler  of  twice  that  sum,  which  he  declined.  While  here,  Mr.  Walker \noriginated  a  literary  society,  in  connection  with  the  late  Timothy \nClaxton,  which  afterwards  erected  what  is  known  as  Lyceum  Hall.  In \nthe  year  1825  he  became  a  commission-merchant  at  Boston,  in  South \nMarket-street,  and  engaged  in  the  wholesale  shoe  business,  which  he \ncontinued  until  1840,  Avhen,  owing  to  ill  health,  he  sold  his  stock  to \nMessrs.  Emerson,  Harris  &  Potter,  his  former  partners.  Mr.  Walker \nwas  one  of  the  first  in  his  line  of  business  to  open  a  trade  with  the \nAvestern  part  of  our  country,  in  the  extension  of  which  he  aided  largely \nin  our  metropolis. \n\nWhile  a  citizen  of  Boston,  Mr.  Walker  was  actively  engaged  in \noriginating  and  sustaining  the  Boston  Lyceum,  in  1829,  which  com- \nmenced its  operations  in  Chauncey-place  Hall.  It  increased  in  mem- \nbers and  popularity,  until  even  the  Tremont  Temple  did  not  afibrd \nsuitable  room  for  those  who  desired  tickets.  jMr.  Walker  was  its  first \nsecretary,  and  was  author  of  its  first  report ;  afterAvards  its  president, \nand,  during  nearly  fourteen  years,  one  of  the  board  of  managers. \nThis  was  the  first  institution  of  that  character  in  New  England,  except- \n\n\nAMASA   WALKER.  509 \n\ning  one  said  to  have  been  established  at  Worcester,  in  1825 ;  and  was \nthe  first  society  of  young  men  in  Boston  that  admitted  ladies  to  its \nlectures.  Vigorous  efforts  were  required  in  its  operations,  and  to  have \nit  properly  conducted,  during  the  earliest  period  of  its  existence; \nand  the  eagle  eye  of  Mr.  Walker  watched  its  course  with  jealous  care. \nShortly  after  his  removal  from  Boston,  the  institution  was  dissolved, \ngiving  way  to  the  Mercantile  Library  Association,  and  other  popular \nkindred  institutions. \n\nMr.  Walker  was  one  of  the  earliest  advocates  of  the  establishment \nof  that  glory  of  New  England,  the  Western  Railroad ;  and  wrote  and \nspoke  warmly  in  advocacy  of  the  measure,  then  deemed  visionary.  He \nwas  energetic  in  efforts  to  obtain  subscribers  to  the  stock  ;  was  one  of \nthe  directors,  for  three  years,  on  the  part  of  the  stockholders ;  and,  in \n1840,  was  a  director  on  the  part  of  the  State. \n\nHe  was,  at  an  early  period  after  he  came  to  Boston,  actively  engaged \nin  political  life,  and  was  often  nominated  for  city  and  State  offices.  In \n1837  he  was  a  candidate  for  Congress,  in  opposition  to  Hon.  Richard \nFletcher,  and  received  the  entire  support  of  the  Democratic  party  in \nthat  canvass.  He  was  nominated,  also,  for  the  office  of  mayor  by  the \nsame  party.  Mr.  Walker  has  ever  been  an  advocate  of  immediate \nemancipation,  and  was  for  many  years  connected  with  the  Massachu- \nsetts Anti-slavery  Society.  In  1848  he  was  elected,  by  the  Free  Soil \nparty  of  North  Brookfield,  a  State  representative.  In  1849  he  was \nelected  to  the  State  Senate  by  the  coalition  of  the  Democratic  and  Free \nSoil  parties.  In  1850  he  was  the  Free  Soil  candidate  for  lieutenant- \ngovernor  ;  and,  in  October  of  the  same  year,  he  was  president  of  their \nconvention,  held  at  Worcester.  In  1851  Mr.  Walker  was  elected  Sec- \nretary of  State,  by  the  Legislature.  He  has  been  devoted  to  the \ntemperance  cause,  taking  the  lead  in  numerous  meetings  and  conven- \ntions. He  was  president  of  the  first  total  abstinence  society  ever \nformed  in  Boston ;  and  few  persons,  not  employed  in  public  lectures, \nhave  endured  more  laborious  efforts  than  the  subject  of  this  memoir. \n\nArduous  as  have  been  the  mercantile  pursuits  of  Mr.  Walker  during \nthe  greater  part  of  his  life,  a  taste  for  literature  has  been  cultivated, \nand  every  leisure  moment  has  been  devoted  to  mental  improvement, \nespecially  acquiring  a  familiarity  Avith  the  French  language  and  scien- \ntific knowledge.  Having  turned  his  attention,  for  many  years,  to  the \ncareful  study  of  political  economy,  he  received,  on  his  retirement  from \nmercantile  life,  an  appointment  as  professor  of  that  science  in  the  col- \n43* \n\n\n510  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nlege  at  Oberlin.  lie  removed  tliither,  in  1842,  with  his  family,  and \nremained  there  until  the  next  year ;  when,  his  health  being  impaired, \nhe  returned  to  the  old  homestead,  in  North  Brookfield, —  his  parents \nhaving  deceased, —  and  became  president  of  the  lyceum  in  that  town. \nMr.  Walker  early  married  Emily,  a  daughter  of  Dea.  Jonathan  Carle- \nton  ;  and,  at  her  decease,  he  married  Hannah,  a  daughter  of  Stephen \nAmbrose,  Esq.,  of  Concord,  N.  H. \n\nAfter  his  return  from  Oberlin,  having  been  appointed  a  delegate  to \nthe  first  International  Peace  Convention,  in  London,  Mr.  AValker \nembarked  for  England,  and  attended  the  sessions  of  that  assembly, \nwhen  he  was  elected  one  of  its  vice-presidents.  A  committee  of  five \ngentlemen  was  appointed  to  bear  a  memorial  to  Louis  Philippe,  King \nof  France,  on  the  subject  of  arbitration  between  nations.  Mr.  Walker \nwas  of  this  committee,  and  visited  Paris  with  his  colleagues.  Louis \nPhilippe  was  then  at  the  zenith  of  his  power,  and  gave  the  delegates  a \nvery  gratifying  reception,  in  his  palace,  at  Neuilly.  After  this,  Mr. \nWalker  returned  to  England,  and  spent  some  time  in  travelling  over \nthat  country,  and  in  Scotland,  Ireland,  and  Wales.  In  October  of  that \nyear,  he  left  England.  In  1849  he  again  visited  Europe,  as  a  delegate \nto  the  Peace  Congress,  at  Paris.  In  that  Congress  he  took  an  active  part, \nand  was  one  of  its  officers.  After  the  adjournment  of  the  Congress, \nhe  travelled  through  Belgium  into  Germany,  and  up  the  Rhine  as  far \nas  Frankfort  on  the  Maine,  and  thence  to  England.  Here,  in  company \nwith  Elihu  Burritt,  he  travelled,  attending  various  peace-meetings ; \nand  visited  Scotland,  also,  for  the  same  purpose.  For  the  last  few \nyears,  Mr.  Walker  has  devoted  his  time  chiefly,  in  connection  with  Mr. \nBurritt,  to  the  peace  movement ;  and  has  discharged  the  duties  of  cor- \nresponding secretary  of  the  League  of  Human  Brotherhood,  of  which \nMr.  Burritt  was  president. \n\nIf  Mr.  Walker  has  ever  been  distinguished  for  one  purpose  more \nthan  another,  it  has  been  for  his  bold  and  uncompromising  advocacy  of \nunpopular  reforms,  when  few  had  the  courage  or  disposition  to  attempt \nit.  As  an  illustration  of  this,  we  might  mention  his  vigorous  oppo- \nsition to  the  popular  doctrine,  in  1840,  that  \"a  national  bank  was \nnecessary  to  regulate  exchanges.\"  This  opinion  —  then  almost  uni- \nversally supported  by  the  mercantile  community  —  Mr.  Walker  com- \nbated in  the  most  decided  manner ;  and  so  deep  was  the  impression \nhe  made  on  the  audiences  he  addressed,  that  it  is  said  his  services  were \nin  so  great  request,  that  he  had  on  hand,  at  one  time,  nearly  a  hundred \n\n\nAMASA  WALKER.  511 \n\napplications,  from  as  many  towns  in  New  England,  to  lecture  on  the \ncurrency.  At  no  period  in  his  life  did  he  encounter  greater  obloquy \nthan  that  while  opposing  the  renewal  of  the  national  bank.  Although \nMr.  Walker  resided  at  Oberlin  but  one  year,  he  continued  his  connec- \ntion with  the  college  for  nearly  six  years,  giving  an  annual  course  of \nlectures,  which  were  received  with  intense  interest  by  the  students, \nand  which  are  understood  to  be  in  a  course  of  preparation  for  the  press. \nAt  the  late  commencement  of  Middlebury  College,  INIr.  Walker  received \nthe  honorary  degree  of  Master  of  Arts.  However  much  conflicting \nparties  may  differ  from  Mr.  Walker  on  points  of  political  and  moral \nreform,  we  cannot  withhold  the  tribute  of  admiration  at  his  persevering \nenergy  in  mercantile  pursuits,  and  untiring  vigor  in  public  political \n\nlife. \n\nThe  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article  was  delivered  in  the  presence \nof  twelve  societies  of  young  men,  of  one  of  which,  the  Boston  Lyceum, \nMr.  Walker  was  the  President ;  and  three  hundred  and  seventy  mem- \nbers of  these  institutions  were  in  the  procession,  to  listen  to  its  delivery. \nwith  suitable  banners.  The  names  of  these  societies  we  perpetuate,  for \nthe  honor  of  our  city :  The  Young  Men's  Marine  Bible  Society;  Bos- \nton Young  Men's  Society ;  Young  Men's  Association  for  the  Promo- \ntion of  Literature  and  Science;  The  Franklin  Debating  Society: \nLaboring  Young  Men's  Temperance  Society ;  Lyceum  Elocution  and \nDebating  Society ;  Mercantile  Library  Association ;  Mechanic  Appren- \ntices Library  Association,  and  the  Boston  Lyceum. \n\nIt  was  said  of  this  oration  in  the  Daily  Advocate,  edited  by  Benj. \nF.  Hallett,  that  \"  it  was  admirably  fitted  to  excite  a  spirit  of  emulation \nin  moral  and  mental  improvement  in  young  men.  It  was  sound,  sensi- \nble, instructive  and  eloquent,  in  appeals  to  the  best  feelings  of  our \nnature,\"  and  excited  repeated  bursts  of  applause  from  the  audience. \nWe  would  single  the  forthcoming  as  a  fair  specimen  of  the  general \nspirit  of  this  performance. \n\n\"  The  influence  of  associations  like  ours,\"  says  Mr.  Walker, \n\"formed  upon  popular  principles,  is  peculiarly  calculated  to  obht- \nerate  those  distinctions  of  caste  which  exist  in  all  communities ;  and, \nunless  common  fame  be  a  great  liar,  are  found  especially  in  Boston. \nThe  advantages  these  societies  aflbrd  to  young  men  of  all  classes  to \nelevate  their  condition  are  so  great,  that,  if  properly  improved,  there \ncannot  long  be  those  marked  distinctions  which  have  hitherto  prevailed, \noperating  as  a  barrier  to  general  improvement,  and  as  the  bane  of  social \n\n\n512  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nintercourse.  This  tendency  is  a  truly  republican  one,  and  is  a  matter \nof  just  complacency.  The  greater  and  the  more  perfect  the  commu- \nnity of  interest  and  equality  of  condition  that  exist  among  any  people, \nthe  more  secure  the  enjoyment  of  equal  rights  and  equal  liberties.  No \none  class  can  oppress  the  rest,  unless  possessed  of  superior  power  and \nadvantages.  If  no  one  possesses  this  preeminence,  all  are  safe.  The \nproposition  is  a  plain  one.  We  will  only  further  remark,  in  relation \nto  this,  that  any  approximation  towards  aristocratic  distinctions  in \nsociety  is  to  be  deprecated,  as  both  unbecoming  and  injurious. \n\n\"  We  are  not  of  the  number  of  those  who  delight  in  raising  spectres \nof  ruin.  We  have  httle  feeling  in  common  with  such  as  indulge  in \ngloomy  forebodings,  and  utter  melancholy  predictions,  concerning  the \nfuture  destiny  of  our  beloved  country.  We  would  rather  inspire  in \nthe  public  mind  a  well-grounded  confidence  in  the  stability  of  our  free \ninstitutions,  and  a  firm  assurance  of  their  ultimate  perfection.  Our \nviews  do  not  harmonize  with  those  who,  in  the  prospective  of  our  coun- \ntry's fortunes,  perceive  the  certain  indications  of  decay  and  death ; \n— quite  the  reverse.  A  glorious  and  enchanting  prospect  opens  on  our \neyes,  as  we  cast  them  down  the  vista  of  the  future ;  and,  although  we \nAvell  know  that  not  only  the  liberty  and  happiness  of  a  great  nation, \nbut  of  the  world,  are  suspended  on  this  first  grand  experiment  of  self- \ngovernment,  we  feel  that  they  are  safe.  As  a  nation,  we  are  fast  rising \nin  the  scale  of  morals:  intelligence  is  every  day  becoming  more  widely \ndifi'used :  and  the  spirit  of  improvement,  in  all  that  contributes  to  the  per- \nfection of  human  society,  is  abroad  in  vigorous  and  efficient  action.  We \nare  aware,  indeed,  that  the  glorious  work  is  only  begun,  but  we  antici- \npate its  final  and  triumphant  completion  with  all  the  assurance  of  a  per- \nfect faith.  We  would  engage  in  it,  not  with  the  excitement  of  fear, \nbut  with  the  stimulus  of  hope.  We  know  there  are  many  who  will \ndiffer  from  us  in  this  view  we  take  of  our  country's  prospects.  They \nfancy  they  clearly  perceive,  in  the  bitter  animosities  of  party  strife,  and \nthe  unblushing  depravity  of  party  leaders,  sure  and  fatal  indications  of \nthe  corruption  and  premature  dissolution  of  our  republican  government. \nIt  is  undoubtedly  true  that  there  never  existed,  at  any  previous  period \nof  our  country's  history,  so  much  political  intrigue  and  party  manage- \nment as  at  the  present  time.  Men  are  bought  and  sold,  assigned  and \ntransferred,  with  surprising  convenience  and  facility,  while  political \nsomersets  are  but  the  diversions  of  the  day. \n\n\"The  science  of  party  tactics  has  arrived  at  a  high  degree  of  per- \n\n\nCALEB   GUSHING.  513 \n\nfection ;  and,  under  the  direction  of  those  able  professors,  which  are \nfound  in  all  political  parties,  the  beauties  and  advantages  of  the  system \ncertainly  bid  fair  to  be  very  fully  developed.  Now,  it  may  be  asked, \nis  there  not  great  danger  in  all  this  1  If  there  w^ere  no  counteracting \ninfluence, —  if  there  were  no  check  to  these  evils,  no  power  sufficient \nto  correct  these  abuses, —  they  would  probably  eventually  corrupt  our \ngovernment,  and  overturn  our  liberties.  Fortunately,  there  is  a  power \nwhich  can  say  to  the  angry  surges  of  profligacy,  '  Hitherto  shall  ye \ncome,  and  no  further.'  That  power  is  the  elective  francliise,  which  a \nvirtuous  and  intelligent  people  can  wield  with  irresistible  energy  and \neffect, —  which  they  will  thus  wield,  whenever  they  feel  the  practical \nevils  of  such  abuses.  Hitherto,  the  people  have  never  realized  the \neffect  of  the  mischief, — consequently  have  never  been  incited  to  action. \nThey  have,  indeed,  seen  the  despicable  game  of  party  shufiling, —  they \nhave  witnessed  the  paltry  scramble  for  ofiice, —  but  they  have  not  felt \ntheir  own  liberties  endangered  by  all  this.  The  great  and  important \ninterests  of  the  nation  have  not  been  sacrificed  ;  therefore  the  people \nhave  not  been  aroused; — but  let  these  abuses  become  more  flagrant, — \nlet  them  encroach  directly  on  the  rights  of  the  community, —  and  the \npeople  will  awake,  and  at  a  blow  crush  the  heartless  monster  of  unprin- \ncipled ambition.  They  will  then  feel  the  necessity  of  adopting  the \nprinciple  that  moral  integrity  is  an  indispensable  qualification  for \noffice,  and  will  cease  to  bestow  their  suffrage  on  the  candidate  of  a  party, \nwithout  regard  to  private  character.  The  time  will  come,  we  trust \nsoon,  when  those  who  have  trampled  on  the  laws  will  not  be  thought \nbest  qualified  to  sustain  the  laws, —  when  those  who  have  insulted  the \nmoral  sense  of  the  community  will  not  be  thought  the  safest  guardians \nof  public  virtue.\" \n\n\nCALEB   GUSHING. \n\nJULY   4,  1833.     FOR  THE  AMERICAN   COLONIZATION   SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Sahsbury,  Mass.,  Jan.  7,  1800,  and  was  son  of  Capt. \nJohn  Newland  Gushing,  an  enterprising  ship-owner  of  that  town.  He \nwas  fitted  for  college  at  the  public  school ;  graduated  at  Harvard  Col- \nlege in  1817,  when  he  gave  the  salutatory  oration,  and  was  of  the  law \nschool  in  1818  ;  was  the  poet  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society  in  1819. \n\n\nS%i  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nWhen  a  candidate  for  the  degree  of  Master  of  Arts,  he  delivered  an \noration  on  the  durability  of  the  Federal  Union ;  and,  in  1819,  was \nappointed  a  tutor  in  mathematics  and  natural  philosophy  in  Harvard \nCollege,  which  station  he  occupied  until  July  13,  1821,  when  he  deliv- \nered a  truly  pertinent  farewell  address,  which  had  a  strong  tendency \nto  enkindle  a  decided  spirit  of  ambition  in  the  minds  of  the  youthful \nsons  of  Harvard.     He  remarks  to  the  students  :  \"  Whatever  profession \nyou  may  severally  choose,  it  will  be  your  happiness  to  know,  and  con- \ntribute to  prove,  that,  in  this  country,  at  least,  every  man  is  the  arti- \nficer of  his  own  good  or  ill  fortune  ;  since  neither  can  any  one  appeal \nto  the  possession  of  rank  as  a  substitute  for  personal  worth,  nor  to  the \nabsence  of  it  as  impeding  him  in  the  pursuit  of  honor.     Should  any \nwant  of  prosperity  be  our  lot,  in  the  plans  of  future  usefulness  which \nwe  may  have  formed,  we  ought  to  reproach  ourselves  alone  for  the \nfailure,  saying,  with  the  Roman  patriot : \n\n'  Men,  at  some  time,  are  masters  of  their  fates  ; \nThe  fault,  dear  Brutus,  is  not  in  our  stars. \nBut  in  ourselves,  that  we  are  underlings.' \n\n\"  You  can  decide  whether  fortune  shall  be  in  your  hands,  or  you  in \niiers, —  whether  you  shall  be  driven  onward  upon  the  tide  of  time, \nunheeded  or  unheeding,  or  whether  you  shall  not  rather  sail  over  its \nwaters  in  the  security  and  pride  of  conscious  mastery  over  the  wind \nand  the  wave.\" \n\nHe  entered  on  the  study  of  law  under  Ebenezer  Moseley,  Esq. ;  and, \non  the  celebration  of  our  national  birth-day,  in  1821,  Mr.  Gushing \ndelivered  an  oration  for  the  Debating  Club  of  his  adopted  town,  in \nwhich  he  said:  \"As  the  grandest  invention  ever  yet  bestowed  upon \nthe  human  race  is  that  of  political  societies,  so  there  is  a  grander  still \nwhich  remains ;  and  that  is  a  Federal  Union,  embracing  within  its \nample  jurisdiction  all  the  civilized  nations  of  the  globe.\"  In  1822  he \nwas  an  entered  attorney  in  the  courts  of  Essex  county,  and  gave  a  4th \nof  July  oration  for  the  Light  Infantry  Company  of  Newburyport.  In \n1825  he  was  elected  a  State  representative ;  and  in  the  next  year  he \nwas  seated  in  the  State  Senate,  and  published  a  History  of  Newbury- \nport. He  came  out  this  year,  also,  with  a  treatise  on  the  Practical \nPrinciples  of  Political  Economy.  He  had  previously  translated  a  work \nfrom  the  French  on  Maritime  Contracts  for  Letting  to  Hire.  He  pro- \nnounced a  eulogy  on  Jefferson  and  Adams,  in  Newburyport,  at  this \nperiod,  where  he  pursued  the  successful  practice  of  the  law  until  1829. \n\n\nCALEB  CUSHING.  615 \n\nHe  married  Caroline  Elizabeth,  daughter  of  Hon.  Judge  \"Wilde,  of \nBoston,  Nov.  23,  1824. \n\nWhen  but  twenty-six  years  of  age,  Mr.  Gushing  was  a  candidate  for \nEssex  district  to  the  House  of  Congress ;  and  was  accused  of  recom-  ,  ,^ \nmending  himself  in  the  Boston  Patriot,  October  14,  1826,  as  a  suit-  v/ '''^•^»*^^- \nable  incumbent,  which  he  indignantly  disavowed,  in  an  eloquent \ndefence,  published  on  the  last  day  of  that  month.  He  remarks  :  \"It \nhas  been  said,  if  the  author  was  my  friend,  he  would  put  me  in  the \nway  of  knowing  him,  or  of  exculpating  myself, —  but  the  assertion  is \naltogether  gratuitous.  Junius  was  friendly  to  Burke,  and  yet  he \nwould  not  incur  the  risk  of  exposing  himself,  even  to  clear  his  friend \nfrom  an  injurious  suspicion.  The  shafts  of  calumny  were  assailing  the \ngreatest  and  the  best,  and  should  I  murmur  if  they  chanced  to  descend \nupon  my  humbler  head  7  The  Father  of  his  Country  was  compelled  to \nmourn  in  bitterness  of  spirit,  that,  after  all  his  toils  and  services,  he \nwas  hbelled  in  language  fit  only  to  be  applied  to  a  vulgar  pickpocket. \nHave  not  our  seniors  beheld  Hamilton  accused  of  robbing  the  treasury? \nSullivan,  of  cheating  a  poor  man  in  an  ordinary  bargain  ?  and  Jefferson, \nof  being  a  common  defaulter  ?  Nay ;  scarce  two  years  have  gone  by, \nsince,  just  before  an  election,  the  highest  man  in  this  nation  was  sued \non  a  charge  of  petty  fraud.\"  So  powerful  was  the  prejudice  on  the \npubhc  mind,  in  this  accusation,  that  our  young  candidate  was  not \nelected. \n\nWere  it  not  for  this  disappointment,  it  is  highly  probable  that  the \nliterary  world  would  never  have  been  favored  with  three  valuable  pro- \nductions, which  were  the  result  of  the  tour  over  Europe  with  his \naccomplished  wife,  from  1829  to  1832,  shortly  after  this  untoward  mis- \nfortune. In  1832  was  published  Letters  Descriptive  of  Public  Mon- \numents, Scenery  and  Manners,  in  France  and  Spain,  written  by  his \nwife,  in  two  volumes,  which  convey  a  highly  decided  conception  of  her \nintellectual  and  moral  powers.  In  the  same  year,  Mr.  Cushing  pub- \nlished his  Reminiscences  of  Spain, —  the  Country,  its  People,  History \nand  Monuments, —  in  two  volumes.  He  came  out,  this  year,  also,  with \na  Review,  Historical  and  Political,  of  the  late  Revolution  in  France, \nand  the  Consequent  Events  in  Belgium,  Poland,  Great  Britain,  and \nOther  Parts  of  Europe, —  in  two  volumes.  In  this  year,  moreover,  he \npronounced  his  admirable  oration  at  Newburyport.  In  1834  Mr. \nGushing  addressed  the  American  Institute  of  Instruction ;  and  gave, \nalso,  a  eulogy  on  Lafayette,  for  the  young  men  of  Dover,  N.  H.,  and \na  reply  to  Cooper,  the  novelist. \n\n\n516  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAfter  such  striking  evidence  of  mental  power  and  perseverance,  Mr. \nGushing  rose  above  the  shafts  of  calumny,  and  was  elected,  in  1833 \nand  1834,  by  the  town  of  Newburyport,  to  the  State  Legislature, \nwhen  he  acquired  great  fame  by  his  speech  on  the  currency  and  public \ndeposits,  which  was  published.  Having  thus  prepared  the  way  to \npublic  regard,  Mr.  Gushing  again  threw  the  gauntlet  for  a  seat  in \nGongress,  and  was  elected  by  Essex  district  in  1835,  which  station  he \noccupied  until  1843.  \"While  in  Congress,  his  hterary  pursuits  ran \nparallel  with  hia  interest  in  national  politics  ;  for  we  find  him  a  fre- \nquent contributor  to  the  North  American  Review,  in  his  tasteful  arti- \ncles on  the  legal  and  social  condition  of  women,  and  a  review  of \n\"Boccaccio.\"  The  history  of  his  country  is  familiar  to  his  mind  as \nhousehold  breathings,  as  his  articles  on  Columbus  and  Amerigo  Ves- \npucci clearly  indicate.  Mr.  Gushing  gave  an  oration  before  the  literary \nsocieties  of  Amherst  College,  Aug.  23,  1836,  on  the  subject  of  popular \neloquence,  and  its  power  in  our  republic.  We  wish,  said  a  reviewer, \nthat  one  in  a  hundred  of  the  orations  which  come  upon  us  by  the \nthousand,  were  a  hundredth  part  as  good.  His  style  as  a  writer,  like \nhis  manner  as  a  speaker,  has  been,  generally,  too  formal,  and  moves \nwith  a  stately,  buskined  tread.  His  elements  were  taken  too  freely \nfrom  the  Latin  part  of  our  vernacular  tongue,  to  the  neglect  of  the \npithiest  and  raciest  words  and  sayings  which  grow  upon  the  old  Saxon \nstock. \n\nIn  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this  outhne,  Mr.  Gushing  remarks  that \nthe  Colonization  Society  utterly  disavows  any  sentiment  or  design  of \nill  will  towards  the  colored  citizens  of  the  United  States.  \"  Our  pur- \nposes in  respect  of  them  are  dictated  by  benevolent  consideration  for \ntheir  welfare.  We  may,  it  is  true,  be  mistaken  in  the  means  we  adopt \nfor  their  intended  good, —  all  means  are  liable  to  err ;  but,  if  we  err  in \nthis  matter,  it  is  an  error  of  the  head,  not  the  heart.  And,  for  myself, \nI  profess  that  the  emigration  from  among  us  of  all  the  colored  inhab- \nitants of  the  country  would,  in  my  opinion,  occasion  a  chasm  in  the \nvarious  walks  of  industry,  which  I  am  at  a  loss  to  see  how  we  should \nsupply ;  and,  therefore,  I  am  not  prepared  to  admit  that  their  removal \nwould  be  for  our  interest.  At  the  same  time,  I  cannot  sympathize  in \nany  partial  scheme  of  alleged  philanthropy,  which,  out  of  anxiety  for \nthe  welfare  of  the  blacks,  would  totally  disregard  that  of  the  whites ;  I \ncannot  desire  to  see  my  country  plunged  into  the  horrors  of  a  servile \ninsurrection,  or  of  civil  war ;  nor  can  I  abstain  from  raising  my  voice \n\n\nCALEB   CUSHING.  517 \n\nagainst  measures  which,  in  my  apprehension,  sap  the  very  foundation \nof  the  Union.\" \n\nMr.  Gushing  gave  another  oration  at  Springfield,  July  4,  1839,  on \nthe  material  growth  and  territorial  progress  of  our  country.  The \nacquisition  of  Louisiana  was  obtained  by  a  flagrant  violation  of  the  con- \nstitution, language  sanctioned  by  the  great  Jefferson  himself  One \nobject  of  our  orator  was  to  repress  an  undue  ambition  to  widen  our \nnational  bounds.  He  moreover  pronounced,  this  year,  for  the  Phi \nBeta  Kappa  Society,  at  Cambridge,  an  oration  on  the  errors  of  popular \nreformers,  in  which  he  displayed  great  ability,  and  a  ready  rhetorical \npower. \n\nMr.  Gushing  has  ever  had  the  reputation  of  great  ambition.  Would \nthat  all  men  of  talent  among  us  had  the  nerve  of  Galeb  Gushing ;  and, \ninstead  of  burrowing  unknown,  would  elevate  themselves  in  elevating \nthe  standard  of  the  public  welfare  !  \"  I  am  also  accused  of  youth  and \nambition,\"  says  he,  Avhen  his  motives  were  impugned.  \"As  for  the \nheinous  fault  of  not  being  an  old  man,  I  may  say,  with  Chatham  in \nhis  youth,  that  I  hope  time  will  mend  it,  and  that  the  charge  comes \nwith  ill  grace  from  some,  to  whom  age  has  arrived,  without  wisdom. \nBut,  in  seriousness,  it  is  needless  to  be  wiser  than  the  constitution. \nAnd  I  am  yet  to  be  informed  what  there  is  culpable  in  a  pure  and \nsingle-hearted  ambition,  with  a  willingness,  when  called,  to  enter  the \ncareer  of  public  service,  which  the  republican  institutions  of  our  happy \ncountry  open  to  all  its  citizens, —  to  the  low  alike  with  the  lofty.\"  We \nremember  the  remark  of  a  lady  of  his  adopted  town,  who,  on  seeing \nJohn  Quincy  Adams  and  Galeb  Gushing  walking  together,  on  Penn- \nsylvania Avenue,  at  the  capital,  said  she  felt  proud  for  her  native \nState,  that  it  had  such  men  ;  and  this  reminds  us  of  the  felicitous \nepigram  from  the  pen  of  Hannah  F.  Gould,  another  lady  of  Newbury- \nport,  and  somewhat  eminent  in  poetry,  that,  even  though  he  were  under \nground,  he  would  still  be  pushing ;  and  a  political  opponent  also  said \nof  him  that  there  was  no  fear  \"he  would  ever  use  any  other  than \nmeans  worthy  of  his  elevated  character  to  push  himself  to  those  dis- \ntinctions which  would  be  the  certain  meed  of  his  abilities,  if  his  poUtics \nwere  of  a  more  popular  cast.\"  As  the  epigram  of  Miss  Gould,  and  the \ngallant  reply  of  Caleb  Gushing,  are  ever  in  request,  we  here  insert \nthem  both : \n\n\"  Lay  aside  all  ye  dead, \nFor  in  the  next  bed \nReposes  the  body  of  Cushing  ; \n\n44 \n\n\n518  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\nThe  response \n\n\nHe  has  crowded  his  way \nThrough  the  world,  as  they  say, \nAnd,  even  though  dead,  will  be  pushing.\" \n\n\"  Here  lies  one  whose  wit, \n\nWithout  wounding,  could  hit,  — \nAnd  green  grows  the  grass  that 's  above  her  ; \n\nHaving  sent  every  beau \n\nTo  the  regions  below, \nShe  has  gone  down  herself  for  a  lover.\" \n\nThe  most  effective  display  made  on  the  floor  of  Congress,  by  Caleb \nGushing,  ■was  in  the  winter  session  of  1836,  when  Benjamin  Hardin,  of \nKentucky,  the  carving-knife  of  John  Randolph,  \"whetted  on  a  brick- \nbat,\" attacked  the  character  of  the  New  Englanders,  and  attributed  to \nthem,  in  all  their  acts,  grovelling  and  mercenary  motives.  Hardin  was \na  most  provoking  and  annoying  enemy, —  with  his  deformed  finger, \ncrooked  like  an  audacious  note  of  interrogation,  his  livid  fiice  peering, \nwith  a  sneering  expression,  into  that  of  his  adversary, —  a  seeming  arro- \ngant tone  of  voice, —  his  left  hand  thrust,  country  lawyer  like,  with \ndue  elegance  and  grace,  into  his  breeches  pocket ;  —  altogether,  he  was \nenough  to  worry  the  most  resigned ;  and,  had  Job  been  afflicted  with \na  speech  from  Ben  Hardin,  of  Kentucky,  he  would  have  bounced,  like \na  parched  pea,  from  his  stabular  mound,  seized  upon  the  adjacent  pitch- \nfork, and  scattered  death  and  destruction  around  him.  He  aimed  at \ncod-fishery,  wooden  nutmegs,  and  tin-peddling;  and  said  that  Caleb \nGushing  came  from  a  section  of  country  Avhere  the  people  could  see  a \ndollar  with  the  naked  eye  as  far  as  through  a  telescope.  Mr.  Gushing \nreplied  to  this  philippic  in  a  calm  and  dignified  speech.  He  reviewed \nthe  history  of  New  England,  proved  her  sons  the  worthy  descendants \nof  the  sturdy  old  Plymouth  Pilgrims,  and  wove  a  masterly  defence,  of \ngreat  strength  and  beauty,  that  even  silenced  the  heretofore  unabashed \nKentuckian.  That  debate  gave  rise,  in  part,  to  an  excellent  article  in \nthe  North  American  Review,  entitled  Misconceptions  of  the  New \nEngland  Character,  ascribed  to  his  hand. \n\nMr.  Gushing  was  never  found  slumbering  at  his  desk.  His  voice  was \noften  resounding  in  vindication  of  important  national  interests.  His \nspeeches  were  vigorous  and  effective.  The  land  distribution,  right  of \npetition  on  slavery,  executive  usurpation,  claims  on  Oregon,  expenses \nof  the  Indian  department,  were  right  manfully  discussed.  In  Con- \ngress, he  was  seated  on  the  left  of  the  speaker.     His  person  is  of  the \n\n\nCALEB   GUSHING.  519 \n\ncommon  height,  and  well-proportioned ;  his  face  intellectual  and  hand- \nsome ;  his  eye  quick  and  piercing.  He  has  somewhat  the  rounding \nshoulders  of  a  student.  He  shines  in  polite  literature,  as  he  does  in \npolite  society.  As  a  public  debater  he  ranks  high,  and  has  been  one \nof  the  most  efficient  actors  of  the  Whig  and  Democratic  parties.  His \nmanner  was  calm  and  subdued.  He  seemed  to  have  studied  his  mode \nof  address ;  and,  if  anything,  was  rather  formal.  His  voice  was  gut- \ntural, and,  in  attempting  to  attain  a  proper  level,  he  reduced  his  tones \nto  too  low  a  scale  ;  and  when  he  was  up,  it  struck  the  spectator  ±hat  he \nwas  listening  to  a  public  lecturer,  rather  than  an  eloquent  statesman \npouring  forth  his  thoughts  to  an  American  Congress.  At  a  much  later \nperiod,  Mr.  Gushing  has  been  disencumbered  of  these  defects.  What- \never Gushing  said  was  characterized  by  purity  of  style  and  depth  of \nreflection.  On  all  subjects  he  applied  himself  with  dihgence,  and  his \nextensive  learning  enabled  him  to  speak  sensibly  and  effectively  on  all \ntopics  in  Avhich  he  engaged. \n\nIn  1840,  Mr.  Gushing  became  the  avowed  champion  for  Harrison, \nand  wrote  an  outline  of  the  life  and  services  —  civil  and  military  —  of \nthat  eminent  man,  urging  his  elevation  to  the  presidency.  This  tract \nwas  showered  all  over  the  land.  On  the  decease  of  Harrison,  Mr. \nGushing  openly  espoused  the  measures  of  President  Tyler,  by  whom \nhe  was  nominated  three  times  as  Secretary  of  the  Treasury,  and  Avas \nrejected  by  the  Senate.  In  July,  1843,  he  was  appointed  the  com- \nmissioner to  Ghina  for  the  United  States.  President  Tyler  addressed \nthe  following  letter  to  the  emperor,  written  by  Daniel  Webster,  then \nthe  Secretary  of  State : \n\nLetter  to  the  Emperor  of  China,  from  the  President  of  the  United  States  of  America. \n\n\"  I,  John  Tyler,  President  of  the  United  States  of  America,  which \nStates  are  (here  follow  all  the  names,  closing  with  Michigan),  send  you \nthis  letter  of  peace  and  friendship,  signed  by  my  own  hand. \n\n\"  I  hope  your  health  is  good.  Ghina  is  a  great  empire,  extending \nover  a  great  part  of  the  world.  The  Ghinese  are  numerous.  You \nhave  miUions  and  millions  of  subjects.  The  twenty-six  United  States \nare  as  large  as  Ghina,  though  our  people  are  not  so  numerous.  The \nrising  sun  looks  upon  the  great  mountains  and  rivers  of  Ghina.  When \nhe  sets,  he  looks  upon  rivers  and  mountains  equally  large  in  the  United \nStates.  Our  territories  extend  from  one  great  ocean  to  the  other ;  and \non  the  west  we  are  divided  from  your  dominions  only  by  the  sea.    Leav- \n\n\n520  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ning  the  mouth  of  one  of  our  great  rivers,  and  going  constantly  towards \nthe  setting  sun,  we  sail  to  Japan  and  to  the  Yellow  Sea. \n\n\"Now,  my  words  are,  that  the  governments  of  two  such  grand \ncountries  should  be  at  peace.  It  is  proper,  and  according  to  the  will \nof  Heaven,  that  they  should  respect  each  other,  and  act  wisely.  I, \ntherefore,  send  to  your  court  Caleb  Gushing,  one  of  the  wise  and \nlearned  men  of  this  country.  On  his  first  arrival  in  China  he  will \ninquire  for  your  health.  He  has  strict  orders  to  go  to  your  great  city \nof  Peking,  and  there  to  deliver  this  letter.  He  will  have  with  him \nsecretaries  and  interpreters. \n\n\"The  Chinese  love  to  trade  with  our  people,  and  to  sell  them  tea \nand  silk,  for  which  our  people  pay  silver,  and  sometimes  other  articles. \nBut,  if  the  Chinese  and  the  Americans  will  trade,  there  shall  be  rules, \nso  that  they  shall  not  break  your  laws  or  our  laws.  Our  minister, \nCaleb  Cushing,  is  authorized  to  make  a  treaty  to  regulate  trade.  Let \nit  be  just.  Let  there  be  no  unfair  advantage  on  either  side.  Let  the \npeople  trade,  not  only  at  Canton,  but  also  at  Amoy,  Ningpo,  Shangan, \nFuhchang,  and  all  such  other  places  as  may  offer  profitable  exchanges, \nboth  to  China  and  the  United  States,  provided  they  do  not  break  your \nlaws  nor  our  laws.  We  shall  not  take  the  part  of  evil-doers.  We \nshall  not  uphold  them  that  break  your  laws.  Therefore,  we  doubt  not \nthat  you  will  be  pleased  that  our  messenger  of  peace,  with  this  letter \nin  his  hand,  shall  come  to  Peking,  and  there  deliver  it ;  and  that  your \ngreat  officers  will,  by  your  order,  make  a  treaty  with  him  to  regulate \naffairs  of  trade,  so  that  nothing  may  happen  to  disturb  the  peace \nbetween  China  and  America.  Let  the  treaty  be  signed  by  your  own \nimperial  hand.  It  shall  be  signed  by  mine,  by  the  authority  of  our \ngreat  council,  the  Senate.  And  so  may  your  health  be  good,  and \nmay  peace  reign. \n\n\"Written  at  Washington,  this  12th  day  of  July,  in  the  year  of  our \nLord,  1843.  Your  good  friend.\" \n\nMr.  Cushing,  previous  to  his  departure  on  this  mission,  made  him- \nself familiar  with  the  Manchou  language,  as  best  adapted  to  his  inter- \ncourse Avith  the  court,  it  being  more  copious  and  expressive,  as  also  less \nfigurative  and  obscure,  than  the  Chinese.  The  emperor,  and  many  of \nthe  high  officers  of  State  were  Manchous ;  and  to  each  of  the  Supreme \nBoards  constituting  the  cabinet  there  was  a  Manchou  as  well  as  a \nChinese  president. \n\n\nQALEB   CUSHINa.  521 \n\nIn  July,  1843,  our  minister  sailed  in  the  steam-frigate  Missouri, \nwhich  was  destroyed  by  fire,  August  22d  of  that  year,  off  Gibraltar. \nHe  fortunately  rescued  all  his  official  papers  from  destruction ;  and, \nwithout  awaiting  the  instructions  of  government,  directly  proceeded  on \nhis  mission,  by  the  way  of  Egypt  and  India,  to  China,  and  in  six  months \nsucceeded  in  the  negotiation  of  a  treaty,  which  was  signed  at  Wanghia, \nJuly  3,  1844.  It  was  ratified  by  Taukwang,  the  Emperor  of  China, \nand  finally  exchanged  by  the  United  States  and  China,  Dec.  31,  1845. \nThus  Mr.  Cushing  had  the  proud  satisfaction  of  being  the  first  for- \neigner who  ever  negotiated  with  \"the  Son  of  Heaven\"  upon  equal \nterms,  and  secured  for  the  United  States  an  honorable  standing  in  the \nCelestial  Empire. \n\nDuring  this  journey,  among  other  useful  pursuits,  he  prepared  a \nhighly  valuable  article  on  the  peculiar  geographical  position  and  unique \nphysical  characteristics  of  Egypt,  dated  Suez,  Oct.  3,  1843,  which  he \nforwarded  to  Francis  Markoe,  Esq.,  corresponding  secretary  of  the \nNational  Institute,  at  Washington.  Mr.  Cushing  returned  from  China \nthrough  Mexico,  having  made  almost  a  complete  circuit  of  the  globe, \nby  land  and  sea,  within  a  belt  of  forty  degrees,  in  the  period  of  less \nthan  one  year. \n\nMr.  Cushing  has  proved  himself  abundantly  qualified  for  any  polit- \nical station.  He  was  elected,  in  1846,  a  representative  of  Newbury- \nport  to  the  State  Legislature,  and  in  the  subsequent  year  was  a  can- \ndidate for  the  office  of  governor  of  his  native  State.  The  war  with \nMexico  having  been  declared,  Mr.  Cushing  warmly  advocated  an  appro- \npriation of  twenty  thousand  dollars  for  the  benefit  of  the  Massachusetts \nvolunteers  in  that  service,  which  was  rejected  by  the  Legislature.  He \nwas  elected  colonel  of  this  body  of  volunteers  in  1848,  and  in  a  few \nmonths  was  appointed  a  brigadier-general ;  and  was  in  command  of  the \nvolunteer  regiments  of  Virginia,  South  Carolina  and  Mississippi,  on  the \nfront  of  the  line  at  Buena  Vista,  under  Major  General  Taylor.  Hos- \ntilities having  ceased  on  this  general  division,  he  was  transferred,  at  his \nown  request,  to  the  line  of  Major  General  Scott,  under  whom  he  served \nuntil  the  peace. \n\nOn  his  return  to  the  United  States,  Gen.  Cushing  was  elected,  in \n1849,  to  the  State  Legislature,  as  a  representative  of  Newbury ;  and, \nas  has  been  related  of  his  ancestor,  Judge  Cushing,  of  Scituate,  he  was \nthe  life  and  soul  of  the  Court.  A  political  opponent,  writing  of  Caleb \nCushing  in  regard  to  a  political  debate  in  which  he  was  engaged,  in  the \n44* \n\n\n522  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   OEATORS. \n\nLegislature,  said  that  he  never  saw  sophistry  and  sounding  verbiage  cut \nup  into  small  bits  more  expeditiously,  nor  in  more  masterly  style,  than \nwas  done  by  the  logical  scimitar  of  Caleb  Gushing.  The  flash  of  the \nblade,  and  the  keenness  of  the  edge,  were  alike  incomparable.  There \nwas  no  escape  from  the  blows  of  that  steel.  And  a  political  friend  said \nof  him,  that  few  men  have  either  the  intellectual  or  the  physical  capac- \nity to  do  what  he  has  accomphshed  ;  and  when  the  session  is  over,  and \nthe  people  look  back  calmly  upon  the  measures  and  reforms  which \nwill  have  been  effected,  they  will  see  the  impress  of  Gen.  Gushing' s \nmind  stamped  upon  all  the  most  important  changes  which  have  been \neffected. \n\nIn  the  manly  and  patriotic  document,  written  by  Galeb  Gushing,  on \nthe  nature  of  the  opposition  to  the  Fugitive  Slave  Act,  and  its  tendency \nto  dissolve  the  Union,  he  says  :  \"  Why  do  any  of  the  people  of  Massa- \nchusetts condemn  the  extradition  act  ?  Why  the  extradition  clause \nin  the  constitution  7  We  have  the  answer  to  this  inquiry  in  the  avowed \nulterior  objects  of  the  abolitionists  proper,  as  distinguished  from  the \nFree  Soilers,  which  abolitionists  are  the  men  who  lead  the  agitation, \nand  under  whose  apparent  leadership  so  large  a  mass  of  men  have, \nunreflectingly,  suffered  themselves  to  come  to  be  ranked.  They  are \nlogical.  They  object  to  the  extradition  law  because  their  avowed  aim \nis  to  abolish  negro  slavery  in  the  United  States  by  extra  constitutional \nand  revolutionary  means.  They  object  to  the  extradition  clause  of  the \nconstitution  for  the  same  reason.  They  object  to  the  constitution  itself, \nbecause  it  stands  in  the  way  of  abolitionism.  They  propose  and  advo- \ncate nullification,  and  the  dissolution  of  the  Union,  in  perfect  good  faith, \nas  being  the  only  means  of  separating  themselves  from  slavery,  and \n.  ridding  themselves  of  all  participation  in  the  responsibility  of  its  con- \ntinuance in  the  south.\"     Is  this  imputation  justifiable  7 \n\nIn  connection  with  this  subject,  we  here  present  Mr.  Gushing's  pero- \nration to  the  spirited  oration  delivered  at  Newburyport,  July  4, 1832  : \n\"This  Union  is  a  vast  fabric  of  political  forethought,  sagacity,  and \ncomprehension.  Its  builders  were  the  master  minds  of  the  New \nWorld.  Shall  we,  like  a  spendthrift  heir,  lavishing  in  an  hour  of  riot \nthe  treasures  amassed  by  the  parental  wisdom  from  which  he  has  degen- \nerated,—  shall  we  scatter  our  splendid  heritage  to  the  winds  7  I  will \nnot  believe  it.  I  appeal  to  the  spirits  of  our  fathers  to  look  down  from \ntheir  blessed  abode  on  high,  to  watch  over  our  interests,  and  to  give  us \nof  the  fire  of  patriotism  kindled  at  their  own  holy  altars.     Illustrious \n\n\nCALEB   GUSHING.  523 \n\nand  ever  venerable  men !  Ages  yet  to  come,  as  they  flourish  under \nthe  immunities  which  you  have  bequeathed  to  them,  shall  applaud  your \n\"wisdom,  and  unborn  generations  shall  be  proud  to  emulate  your  virtues, \nand  to  animate  their  great  resolves  by  the  contemplation  of  your  exam- \nple. The  long  line  of  your  descendants,  who  peacefully  reap  the \nadvantages  which  your  blood  purchased  for  them,  shall  gratefully \ncherish  your  memory.  Posterity  can  erect  no  more  splendid  monu- \nments to  your  fame,  than  are  the  public  institutions  which  your  wis- \ndom planned,  and  your  heroism  established.  The  colleges  you  endowed, \nthe  free  schools  you  founded  and  protected  by  law,  the  nicely-balanced \nadjustment  of  the  powers  of  government  you  devised,  the  religious \nordinances  you  sustained,  the  sage  and  just  laAvs  you  enacted,  the \nsober,  industrious  and  enterprising  population  which  such  laws  and \ninstitutions  fostered,  and  the  system  of  defence  and  revenue  which \nsupports  and  binds  together  the  whole, —  these  are  the  imperishable \nmemorials  of  your  renown,  to  which  every  year,  in  the  lapse  of  time, \ninstead  of  tarnishing  their  lustre,  shall  but  add  new  vigor,  freshness, \nand  brilliancy.\" \n\nCaleb  Gushing  was  the  first  mayor  of  Newburyport,  in  1851 ;  and \na  feature  in  the  city  charter,  probably  adopted  at  his  suggestion,  is  that \nthe  mayor  shall  receive  no  salary.  He  is  the  most  public-spirited  man \nin  the  city.  Two  fortunes  having  descended  to  him  by  will,  he  is  lib- \neral in  his  gifts,  and  in  the  provisions  he  makes  for  the  benefit  of  the \npublic.  He  is  ready,  at  any  time,  to  throw  open  his  house  to  the  pub- \nlic, and  convert  his  gardens  and  orchards  into  pleasure-grounds,  and  to \nfurnish  entertainment,  when  expedient.  His  generosity,  in  this  way, \nflows  on  like  a  river :  and  the  noble  reception  extended  to  the  one  hun- \ndred and  twenty-five  members  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery \nCompany,  of  which  he  is  the  commander,  Avill  be  memorable  in  the  history \nof  that  venerable  body.  As  mayor,  he  is  out  early  on  horseback,  like \nthe  elder  Quincy  of  Boston,  with  a  watchful  eye  upon  all  pohce  duties. \nHe  inquires  of  men  in  every  occupation,  and  every  locality,  and  of  every \nkind  of  association,  regarding  the  wants  of  the  city ;  and  listens  to  sug- \ngestions tending  to  public  benefit.  He  never  forgets  a  person,  how- \never obscure,  who  has  ever  conferred  upon  him  a  personal  favor ;  and \nhe  is  sure,  in  some  way,  to  bestow  a  mark  of  his  approbation.  These \ntraits,  and  the  reputation  they  have  given  him  of  being  a  noble-hearted \nman,  enabled  him,  when  a  Whig,  to  command  a  large  portion  of  the \nDemocratic  votes  in  his  vicinity ;  and  now,  while  he  is  a  Democrat  of \n\n\n524  THE   HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  old  line,  to  get  the  votes  of  a  large  portion  of  the  Whigs,  whenever \nrequired.  Few  men  have  the  good  sense  to  direct  their  ambition  into \na  channel  like  this ;  and  such  course,  on  the  part  of  Mr.  Gushing,  fully \naccounts  for  his  popularity  at  home.  He  has  been  twice  elected \nmayor  by  an  almost  unanimous  vote.  He  is  a  member  of  the  Ameri- \ncan Academy  of  Arts  and  Sciences,  and  of  the  Board  of  Overseers \nof  Harvard  College. \n\n\nKICHARD   SULLIVAN   FAY. \n\nJULY  4,  1834.     FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Cambridge ;  a  son  of  Hon.  Judge  Fay ;  graduated  at \nHarvard  College  in  1825 ;  was  of  the  Law  School,  and  a  counsellor- \nat-law.  He  married  Catharine  Leavitt,  daughter  of  Dudley  Pickman, \nEsq.,  of  Salem.  He  was  a  member  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable \nArtillery  Company,  and  of  the  Boston  city  Council  in  1835. \n\n\nFREDERICK   ROBINSON. \n\nJULY  4,  1834.    FOR  THE  TRADES  UNION. \n\nWas  born  at  Exeter,  N.  H.,  in  1799,  and  entered  the  academy  in \n1821.  Like  Roger  Sherman,  a  signer  of  the  Declaration  of  Independ- \nence, he  rose  from  the  shoemaker's  bench  to  eminent  political  station.' \nHe  was  a  self-taught  lawyer,  and  became  president  of  the  Massachu- \nsetts Senate,  in  the  administration  of  Gov.  Morton,  in  the  year  1843 ; \nand  was  the  means  of  abolishing  special  pleading  in  the  courts  of  justice, \nseconded  by  Robert  Rantoul,  Jr.,  Esq., —  a  reform  which  the  famous \nJohn  Gardiner  failed  to  effect,  in  1786.  Mr.  Robinson  married  Mary \nHutton ;  was  the  warden  of  the  Massachusetts  State  Prison,  and  of  the \nState  Senate  in  1851. \n\nThis  was  a  joyful  day  for  the  Boston  Trades  Union,  as  the  law  for \nthe  abolition  of  imprisonment  for  debt,  which  was  drafted  by  Mr.  Rob- \ninson, and  ably  sustained  by  him  in  its  passage  through  the  Legisla^ \nture,  took  effect  this  day.     The  oration  was  delivered  on  Fort  HilL \n\n\n.   ^.  :,  EDWARD    EVERETT.  525 \n\nThe  respective  trades  appeared  in  procession,  embracing  more  than  two \nthousand  persons,  with  banners  and  emblems.  A  beautiful  printing- \npress,  and  a  superb  frigate  completely  rigged  and  manned,  drawn  by \ntwenty-four  white  horses,  gave  effect  to  the  parade. \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT. \n\nSEPT.   6,  1834.      EULOGY  ON  LAFAYETTE. \n\nWhen  the  eloquent  Everett  pronounced  his  first  great  oration,  at \nthe  age  of  thirty,  on  the  circumstances  favorable  to  the  progress  of \nliterature  in  the  United  States  of  America,  amid  the  fathers,  fellow- \ngraduates  and  students,  of  his  venerable  Alma  Mater,  and  in  presence \nof  Lafayette,  whom  he  beautifully  apostrophized, — ''Welcome!  thrice \nwelcome  to  our  shores  !  and  whithersoever  your  course  shall  take  you, \nthroughout  the  limits  of  the  continent,  the  ear  that  hears  you  shall  bless \nyou,  the  eye  that  sees  you  shall  give  witness  to  you,  and  every  tongue \nexclaim,  Avith  heartfelt  joy,  '  Welcome  !  welcome,  Lafayette  ! '  \" —  the \nperformance  was  received  with  great  applause.  When  published,  it \nreceived  greater  favor  than  any  oration  ever  delivered  at  this  ancient \nseat  of  learning,  and  doubtless  had  an  influence  in  shaping  his  future \ncourse  of  life.  We  bless  the  day ;  for,  by  this  rhetorical  inspiration, \nthere  has  been  showered  upon  our  republic  a  body  of  orations  and \nspeeches,  founded  on  the  declaration  of  independence  and  the  national \nconstitution,  destined  to  be  the  admiration  of  all  future  generations. \nFortunate  is  it  for  our  republic  that  Everett  has  trod  in  the  paths  of \nCicero ;  and,  though  we  question  not  his  capacity  to  have  brought  out \nsome  great  production  on  a  single  subject,  of  enduring  fame,  yet  the \nembodiment  of  his  national  orations,  in  a  connected,  classified  form, \ncomprises  a  great  work  itself,  of  more  practical,  sublime  and  enduring \nnature,  than  the  most  elaborate  disquisitions  of  the  most  profound \nauthors  in  the  Union.  More  highly  favored  than  most  orators  in  our \nland,  Edward  Everett  has  enjoyed  his  own  fame,  from  the  blush  of \nyouth  to  the  dechne  of  maturity ;  and  this  reminds  one  of  the  opinion \nof  Thomas  Jefferson  regarding  his  oration  before  Lafayette :  \"  It  is  all \nexcellent,  much  of  it  is  sublimely  so ;  well  worthy  of  its  author  and \nhis  subject,  of  whom  we  may  truly  say,  as  was  said  of  Germanicus, \n\n\n526  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n'■  Fruitur  faina  suiy  Oratory  is  as  clearly  the  inspiration  of \nEverett  as  it  was  of  Cicero ;  and,  like  him,  is  so  interwoven  in  his \nphysical  and  mental  constitution,  that  he  has  excelled  most  of  the \nrhetoricians  of  his  age. \n\nIn  a  lecture  delivered  before  the  Mercantile  Library  Association  of \nBoston,  on  the  28th  of  January,  1852,  Mr.  Everett  contrasted  the \nimmigration  now  soin^  on  to  the  United  States  with  the  invasion  of \nthe  Roman  empire  by  the  barbarous  nations  of  the  north  and  east,  and \nintimated  the  opinion  that  the  number  of  immigrants  to  America  since \n1790  (which,  with  their  natural  increase,  are  supposed  to  be  five  mil- \nlions) might  equal  the  number  of  the  barbarians  who  established  them- \nselves within  the  territories  of  Rome.  Mr.  Everett  then  proceeded  as \nfollows : \n\n\"  With  this  amazing  fact,  the  comparison  ends.  The  races  that \ninvaded  Europe  came  to  subjugate  and  lay  waste;  the  hosts  that  cross \nthe  Atlantic  are  peaceful  emigrants.  The  former  burst  upon  the  Roman \nempire,  and,  by  repeated  and  continuous  blows,  beat  the  mighty  colossus \nto  the  ground.  The  emigrants  to  America,  from  all  countries,  come  to \ncast  in  their  lot  with  the  native  citizens,  and  to  share  with  them  this \ngreat  inheritance  of  civil  and  religious  liberty.  The  former  were  fero- \ncious savages,  half-clad  in  skins,  speaking  strange  tongues,  and  wor- \nshipping strange  gods  with  bloody  rites ;  the  latter  are  natives  of  the \nsame  countries  from  which  our  fathers  went  forth,  and  belong,  with \nthem  and  with  us,  to  the  one  great  and  blessed  household  of  the  Christian \nfaith.  The  former  destroyed  the  culture  of  the  ancient  world ;  and  it \nwas  not  till  after  a  thousand  years,  that  a  better  civilization  grew  up \non  the  ruins.  The  millions  who  have  established  themselves  in  Amer- \nica, within  the  last  sixty  years,  are,  from  the  moment  of  their  arrival, \ngradually  absorbed  into  the  mass  of  the  population,  obeying  the  laws, \nmoulding  themselves  to  the  manners  of  the  country,  and  contributing \ntheir  share  to  its  prosperity  and  strength. \n\n\"It  is  a  curious  coincidence,  that,  as  the  first  mighty  wave  of  the \nhostile  immigration  that  burst  upon  the  south  of  Europe,  before  our \nSaviour,  consisted  of  tribes  of  the  great  Celtic  race,  the  remains  of \nwhich,  identified  by  their  original  dialect,  are  still  to  be  traced  in \nBrittany,  in  Wales,  in  the  highlands  of  Scotland,  and  especially  in \nIreland, —  so,  by  far  the  greater  portion  of  the  new  and  peaceful  emi- \ngration to  the  United  States  consists  of  persons  belonging  to  the  same \nfervid,  impulsive,  and,  too  often,  persecuted  race.     I  have  heard,  in \n\n\nEDWARD    EVERETT.  527 \n\ndie  mountains  of  Wales,  and  in  the  highlands  of  Scotland,  the  Bible \nread,  and  the  Gospel  preached,  in  substantially  the  same  language  in \nvrhich  Brennus  summoned  the  Roman  senators  to  surrender  the \nCapitol ;  and  in  which,  in  the  time  of  Julius  Cresar,  the  mystic  songs \nof  the  Druids  were  chanted  in  the  depths  of  the  primeval  forests  of \nFrance  and  England.  It  is  still  spoken,  with  some  variety  of  dia- \nlect, by  thousands  of  Scotch,  Welsh,  and  Irish  emigrants,  in  dif- \nferent parts  of  the  United  States, —  some  of  whom  speak  no  other \nlano-uasre. \n\n\"I  resxard  this  Celtic  race  as  one  of  the  most  remarkable  that  has \nappeared  in  history.  Whether  it  belongs  to  that  comprehensive  Indo- \nEuropean  family  of  nations  which,  in  ages  before  the  dawn  of  history, \ntook  up  the  line  of  march  from  lower  India,  and,  moving  westward,  by \na  northern  and  a  southern  route,  diffused  itself  through  western  Asia, \nnorthern  Africa,  and  the  greater  part  of  Europe, —  or  whether,  as \nothers  suppose,  they  belong  to  a  still  older  family,  and  were  themselves \ndriven  down  upon  the  south  and  west  of  Europe  by  the  overwhelming \nirruption  of  the  Indo-European  race, —  I  pretend  not  to  decide.  How- \never this  question  may  be  settled,  it  would  seem  that  now,  for  the  first \ntime,  as  f:\\r  as  we  are  acquainted  with  the  history  of  what  are  usually \nclassed  as  distinct  Celtic  tribes,  they  have  found  themselves  in  a  truly \nprosperous  condition,  in  this  country.  Driven  from  the  soil  to  which \ntheir  fathers  have  clung  through  all  the  storms  and  vicissitudes  of \ntwenty  centuries,  they  have  at  length,  and  for  the  first  time,  found  a \nreal  home  in  the  land  of  strangers.  Having  been  told,  in  their  native \ncountry,  in  the  frightful  language  of  political  economy,  that  at  the \ngreat  table  which  Nature  daily  spreads  for  the  human  fomily  there  is \nno  cover  laid  for  them,  despairing  and  heart-broken  they  have  crossed \nthe  ocean,  and  here,  upon  a  foreign  but  friendly  soil,  have  found  shel- \nter, employment,  and  bread. \n\n\"  This  '  Celtic  exodus,'  as  it  has  been  called,  is,  to  all  the  parties \nconcerned,  as  it  seems  to  me,  by  very  far  the  most  important  event  of \nthe  day.  To  the  emigrants  themselves^  it  is  often  literally  passing \nfrom  death  to  life.  It  holds  out  a  hope  of  restoring  the  prosperity  of \nIreland,  by  reducing  her  surplus  population,  and  establishing  a  healthy \nrelation  between  labor  and  capital.  It  benefits  England  in  the  same \nway ;  for  there  one  of  the  greatest  troubles  has  been,  that  the  native \nlaborers  of  the  sister  isles  are  engao-ed  in  a  death-stru^f^rle  for  that \nemployment  and  bread,  of  which  there  is  enough  only  for  one  of  the \n\n\nSW^  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nparties.  We,  in  our  turn,  come  in  for  our  share  of  the  benefit ;  for  a \nchief  difficulty  -with  us  has  been,  that  our  labor  is  obliged,  in  all \ndepartments  of  industry  common  to  Europe  and  America,  to  sustain  a \ncompetition  with  the  underpaid  labor  of  the  old  world.  In  the  mean \ntime,  the  constant  influx  into  the  United  States  of  hundreds  of  thou- \nsands of  efficient  hands  supplies  the  great  want  of  a  new  country, — \nthat  is,  labor, —  gives  value  to  land,  and  facilitates  the  execution  of \nevery  species  of  private  enterprise  and  public  work. \n\n\"lam  quite  aware  that  this  favorable  picture  has  its  dark  side. \nThere  are  inconveniences  and  sufferings, —  evils,  if  you  please, —  inci- \ndent to  emigration,  on  both  sides  of  the  water.  There  is  an  untold \namount  of  hardship  and  privation,  on  the  part  of  the  emigrant ;  and,  on \nthis  side  of  the  ocean,  there  are  serious  inconveniences,  although  their \ngravity  is,  I  think,  exaggerated.  It  cannot,  however,  be  denied  that \nour  alms-houses,  our  hospitals,  and  our  asylums,  are  overcrowded  with \nforeign  inmates, —  that  their  support  is  a  burden  to  the  public, —  and \nthat  the  resources  of  private  benevolence  are  heavily  drawn  upon. \n\n\"  It  is  said,  even,  that,  in  consequence  of  the  greater  liberality  of  her \npublic  establishments,  Massachusetts,  in  proportion  to  her  population, \nsupports  more  than  her  share  of  poor  foreigners, —  that  they  are  sent \nin  upon  her  from  her  sister  States  and  the  British  provinces.  If  this \nis  so,  it  is  a  wrong,  as  well  as  an  evil.  But  the  evil  and  the  wrong \nmight  be  corrected,  by  judicious  legislation,  firmly  administered.  In \nthe  mean  time,  Massachusetts  might  do  a  much  worse  thing,  with  a \nportion  of  her  surplus  means,  than  feed  the  hungry,  and  clothe  the \nnaked,  and  give  a  home  to  the  stranger,  and  rekindle  the  spark  of \nreason  in  the  mind  of  the  poor  lunatic,  even  though  that  lunatic  may \nhave  been  (as  I  am  ashamed,  for  the  honor  of  humanity,  to  say  has \nonce,  at  least,  been  the  case)  set  on  shore  in  the  night  from  a  coast- \ning vessel,  and  found  in  the  morning,  in  the  fields,  half  dead,  from \ncold,  and  fright,  and  hunger. \n\n\"  '  But  they  are  foreigners,'  you  say.  And  what,  in  the  name  of \nHeaven,  were  the  Pilgrim  Fathers,  when  the  poor,  half-clad  savage, \non  Plymouth  beach,  met  them  with  the  cry  of  '  Welcome,  English- \nmen '  1  Foreigners,  are  they  7  —  Indeed  !  Is  half  the  Union  ready \nto  plunge,  with  all  the  resources  of  the  country,  into  a  conflict  with \nthe  military  despotisms  of  Eastern  Europe,  in  order  to  redress  the \nwrongs  of  races  which  feed  their  flocks  on  the  slopes  of  the  Carpathians, \nand  reap  —  not  for  themselves  —  the  fields  which  are  watered  by  the \n\n\nEDWARD    EVERETT.  529 \n\ntributaries  of  the  Danube, —  and  shall  we  talk  of  the  hardship  of \nrelieving  destitute  strangers,  whom  the  providence  of  God  has  guided \nacross  the  ocean  and  laid  down  at  our  very  doors  ] ' ' \n\nEdAvard  Everett  was  born  in  Dorchester,  April  11,  1794,  and  was \na  son  of  Oliver  Everett,  who  married  Lucy  Hill.  His  Hither  was  the \npredecessor  of  President  Kirkland,  of  the  New  South  Church,  in \nBoston,  and  was  afterwards  Judge  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas  for \nNorfolk.  His  birth-place  was  an  antique,  gable-roofed,  wooden  edifice, \nat  the  \"Five  Corners,\"  now  occupied  by  Mr.  George  Richardson. \nHis  primary  teacher  was  Miss  Lucy  Clapp,  a  daughter  of  Noah  Clapp, \nwho  had  been  the  town  clerk  for  half  a  century. \n\n\"My  ancestors,  from  the  first  settlement  of  the  country,  were  born \nand  bred  in  the  prosperous  town  of  Dedham,\"  said  Mr.  Everett,  in \nafter  life.  \"I  am  proud  of  my  descent.  My  forefathers  were  very \nhumble  men. —  farmers  and  mechanics, —  and  devoted  themselves  to \na  most  unambitious  career.  They  left  nothing  to  their  descendants, \nof  either  fame  or  fortune,  but  a  good  name.  There  is  a  charm  in  a \nsingle  visit  to  one's  native  spot.  I  have  not  been  able,  even  for  a \nsingle  day,  to  breathe  the  air  of  those  fields,  where  my  fathers  have \nlived  and  acted  their  humble  part  for  two  hundred  years,  without \nexperiencing  emotions  that  words  fail  to  describe. \n\n'  I  feel  the  gales  that  from  ye  blow \nA  momentary  bliss  bestow. \nAs,  waving  fresh  your  gladsome  wing. \nMy  weary  soul  ye  seem  to  soothe. \nAnd,  redolent  of  joy  and  youth, \nTo  breathe  a  second  spring.'  \" \n\n\"My  own  honored  father,\"  he  remarked,  on  another  occasion,  \"was \nborn  and  grew  up  to  manhood  here  in  the  same  humble  sphere  ;  and. \nas  I  came  back  to  breathe  the  native  air  of  my  race,  I  must  say,  that, \nwith  the  greater  experience  I  have  had  of  the  cares  and  trials  of  public \nstation,  the  more  ready  I  am  to  wish  that  it  had  been  my  lot  to  grow \nup  and  pass  my  life  in  harmless  obscurity,  in  these  peaceful  shades, \nand,  after  an  unobtrusive  career,  to  be  gathered  to  my  sires,  in  the  old \nDedham  grave-yard,  where, \n\n•  Each  in  his  narrow  cell  forever  laid. \nThe  rude  forefathers  of  the  hamlet  sleep.'  \" \n\n\"When  I  first  went  to  a  village  school,\"  said  Mr.   Everett,—\"! \n45 \n\n\n530  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nremember  it  as  yesterday ;  I  seem  still  to  hold,  by  one  hand,  for  pro- \ntection (I  was  of  the  valiant  age  of  three  years),  to  an  elder  sister's \napron ;  -with  the  other,  I  grasped  my  primer,  a  volume  of  about  two \nand  a  half  inches  in  length,  which  formed,  then,  the  sum  total  of  my \nlibrary,  and  which  had  lost  the  blue-paper  cover  from  one  corner  — \nmy  first  misfortune  in  life ;  —  I  say,  it  was  the  practice  then,  as  we \nwere  trudging  along  to  school,  to  draw  up  by  the  road-side,  if  a  travel- \nler, a  stranger,  or  a  person  in  years,  passed  along,  and  '  make  our \nmanners,'  as  it  was  called.  The  little  girls  curtsied ;  the  boys  made \na  bow.  It  was  not  done  with  much  grace,  I  suppose, —  but  there  was \na  civility  and  decency  about  it  which  did  the  children  good,  and  pro- \nduced a  pleasing  impression  on  those  who  witnessed  it.  The  age  of \nschool-boy  chivalry  is  past,  never  to  return.  These  manners  belong \nto  a  forgotten  order  of  things :  they  are  too  precise  and  rigorous  for \nthis  enlightened  age.\" \n\n\"My  education  began  at  the  free  schools  of  my  native  village  of \nDorchester,\"  said  he,  on  another  occasion,  at  a  meeting  in  Boston, \n\"and  of  this,  the  beloved  city  of  my  adoption.  The  first  distinction \nwhich  crowned  my  humble  career  was  the  Franklin  medal,  at  the \nreading-school  in  North  Bennet-street,  when  I  was  not  much  higher \nthan  that  table ;  and,  if  my  tongue  is  ever  silent  Avhen  it  ought  to  speak \nthe  praises  of  the  common  schools  of  Massachusetts,  may  it  never  be \nheard  with  favor  in  any  other  cause  !  \"  and,  in  reference  to  education, \nMr.  Everett  further  emphasized,  in  an  oration  at  Williams  College : \n\"  I  would  rather  occupy  the  bleakest  nook  of  the  mountain  that  towers \nabove  us,  with  the  wild  wolf  and  the  rattlesnake  for  my  nearest  neigh- \nbors, with  a  village  school,  well  kept,  at  the  bottom  of  the  hill,  than \ndwell  in  a  paradise  of  fertility,  if  I  must  bring  up  my  children  in  lazy, \npampered,  self-sufficient  ignorance.\" \n\nHis  preceptors  in  the  public  schools  of  his  native  town  were  Rev. \nJames  Blake  Howe  and  Rev.  Wilkes  Allen.  It  was  in  one  of  these \nschools  that  the  youthful  Everett  recited,  at  an  exhibition,  a  poem, \ngenerally  supposed  to  begin  with  these  words  : \n\n\"  You  'd  scarce  expect  one  of  my  age \nTo  speak  in  public  on  the  stage.\" \n\nIn  order  to  ascertain  the  fact  regarding  this  matter,  which  has  been  a \nquestion  of  doubt  for  half  a  century,  the  editor  of  this  work  applied \nto  Dr.  Harris,  of  Gore  Library, —  a  son  of  the  late  Rev.  Dr.  Harris, \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT.  581 \n\nwho  baptized  the  infant  Edward,  April  13,  1794, —  and  learned  that \nthe  poem  alluded  to  was  not  the  one  spoken  by  him,  but  the  following, \nas  prefixed  to  the  letter,  dated  Cambridge,  Feb.  1,  1850,  in  which \nDr.  Harris  stated,  \"  I  have  seen  copies  of  these  lines,  differing  slightly \nand  variously  from  the  foregoing,  which,  according  to  my  recollection, \nagrees  more  nearly  with  the  original  than  the  others.  I  mean  to  say, \nthat  the  lines  now  sent  are  nearer  to  the  original  than  other  copies  that \nT  have  seen.  The  'little  orator'  has  become  a  great  one.\"  The \nexpression  \"  little  roan  \"  applies  to  the  color  of  Edward  Everett's  hair. \n\n\nTHE  LITTLE  ORATOR, \n[Liaea  written  for  Edward  Everett,  when  a  child,  by  the  Rev.  Thaddeus  Mason  Harris.) \n\nPray  how  should  I,  a  little  lad. \n\nIn  speaking,  make  a  figure  ? \nYou  're  only  joking,  I  'm  afraid,  — \n\nDo  wait  tiU  I  am  bigger. \nBut,  since  you  wish  to  hear  my  part, \n\nAnd  urge  me  to  begin  it, \nI  '11  strive  for  praise,  with  all  my  heart. \n\nThough  small  the  hope  to  win  it. \nI  '11  tell  a  tale  how  Farmer  John \n\nA  little  roan-colt  bred,  sir. \nAnd  every  night  and  every  morn \n\nHe  watered  and  he  fed,  sir. \nSaid  Neighbor  Joe  to  Farmer  John, \n\n\"  Arn't  you  a  silly  dolt,  sir. \nTo  spend  such  time  and  care  upon \n\nA  little,  useless  colt,  sir  ?  \" \nSaid  Farmer  John  to  Neighbor  Joe, \n\n\"  I  bring  my  little  roan  up, \nNot  for  the  good  he  now  can  do. \n\nBut  will  do,  when  he 's  grown  up.\" \nThe  moral  you  can  well  espy. \n\nTo  keep  the  tale  from  spoiling  ; \nThe  little  colt,  you  think,  is  I,  — \n\nI  know  it  by  your  smiling. \nAnd  now,  my  friends,  please  to  excuse \n\nMy  lisping  and  my  stammers  ; \nI,  for  this  once,  have  done  my  best. \n\nAnd  so  —  I  '11  make  my  manners. \n\nAfter  some  time  spent  at  a  public  school,  under  Master  Tiieston, \nand  at  a  private  school  in  Boston,  kept  by  Ezekiel  Webster,  the \nelder  brother  of  the  great  statesman,  he  entered  the  public  Latin \nSchool,  under  Master  Bigelow,  from  which  he  was  removed  to  Exeter \n\n\n532  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAcademy,  in  1807,  where  he  remained  for  six  months  before  entering \ncollege;  and,  in  allusion  to  this  period,  he  once  remarked,  that \n\"there  was  no  philosophical  or  scientific  apparatus  furnished  at  the \nschools,  in  my  day,  with  the  exception,  as  I  remember,  in  a  single \ninstance,  of  a  rickety  gimcrack  that  was  called  a  planetarium,  and \nshowed  how  the  heavenly  bodies  do  not  move.  As  for  a  school  library, \nthere  was  not.  in  any  school  I  ever  attended,  so  much  as  half  a  dozen \nbooks  bearing  that  name.  There  was,  indeed,  at  the  academy  at  Exe- \nter, which  it  was  my  good  fortune  to  attend  for  a  few  months  before  I \nentered  college,  a  library,  containing,  I  believe,  some  valuable,  though \nprobably  rather  antiquated  volumes.  It  was  my  privilege,  while  I  was \na  pupil,  never  to  see  the  inside  of  that  apartment ;  —  privilege,  I  say, \nfor  it  was  the  place  where  th  severer  discipline  of  the  institution,  in \nrare  cases  of  need,  was  administered. \n\n•  Hinc  exaudiri  gemitus  et  saeva  sonare  - \nVerbera.' \n\n\"  We  httle  fellows  got  to  have  the  most  disagreeable  associations \nwith  the  very  name  of  library.  I  ought  to  add,  in  justice  to  our \ntime-honored  preceptor,  good  Dr.  Abbott,  that  the  use  of  the  library \nfor  any  such  purpose  was  of  very  rare  occurrence.  He  possessed  the \nhappy  skill,  which  I  am  gratified  to  say  has  not  died  with  him,  of \ngoverning  a  school  by  persuasion  and  influence,  and  not  by  force  and \nterror.  So  late  as  when  I  went  to  the  Latin  School  in  Boston,  the \nboys  had  to  take  their  turn  —  youngsters,  some  of  them  eleven  and \ntwelve  years  of  age  —  of  getting  up  before  sunrise,  in  the  winter,  and \ngoing  to  the  school-house  (some  of  them  a  long  distance,  and  at  times \nthrough  streets  blocked  up  with  snow),  to  '  sweep  out  school,'  as  it  was \ncalled,  and  exercise  their  ingenuity  in  making  wet  wood  burn,  and  a \nfoul  chimney  draw  smoke.\" \n\nWhen  Everett  entered  Harvard  College,  he  was  the  youngest  mem- \nber of  his  class;  and.  on  his  graduation,  in  1811,  his  subject  was, \n\"  Literary  Evils ;  \"  and,  when  a  candidate  for  the  degree  of  Master  of \nArts,  the  topic  of  his  oration  was  the  \"  Restoration  of  Greece.\"  In \n1812  Mr.  Everett  was  appointed  Latin  tutor  in  Harvard  college,  at \nwhich  period  he  delivered  a  poem  for  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society,  on \nthe  American  Poets,  which  afforded  indications  of  forthcoming  emi- \nnence in  a  youth  of  eighteen.  This  performance  was  privately  printed, \nfor  distribution  among  his  friends.  We  glean  a  few  extracts  from  this \npatriotic  effusion : \n\n\nEDWARD    EVERETT.  533 \n\n\"  Lo,  Faneuil's  dome  !  where  Freedom's  infant  days \nLearned  the  first  notes  of  Liberty  to  raise  ; \nWhere  Quincy's  high  cai'eer  of  worth  was  run, \nWho  blessed  his  country  when  he  gave  his  son ; \nWhere  the  first  Otis  trod  the  paths  of  fame, \nAnd  dropt  his  mantle  when  he  gave  his  name. \nHail,  glorious  pile  !  shall  not  your  simple  towers \nFill  the  wide  compass  of  the  boldest  powers,  — \nAscend,  like  Babel,  with  the  eagle's  tiight. \nAnd  reach  the  heavens  in  fame,  as  that  in  height  ? \nThe  hoar}'  sire  of  ages  yet  to  come \nShall  point  his  otfspring  to  your  honored  dome  ; \nTo  the  fond  traveller's  eager  notice  show \nThe  hall  above,  the  market-house  below. \nThere  came  our  sires  to  feed  the  patriot  heart. \nAnd  here  they  came  to  feed  a  different  part ; \nFrom  each  to  each,  at  proper  times,  they  move, \nAnd  bought  their  meat  below,  and  gave  their  vote  above. \nAnd  mark,  not  far  from  Faneuil's  honored  side, \nWhere  the  old  State-house  rises  in  its  pride. \nBut,  oh,  how  changed  !  its  halls,  alas  !  are  fled, \nAnd  shop  and  office  fill  their  slighted  stead. \nThere,  where  the  shade  of  Hancock's  glory  dwells, \nA  saddler  hammers,  and  a  grocer  sells  ! \nHats  fill  the  hall  where  councilled  wisdom  sate, \nAnd  Ilea  sells  shoes  where  Bowdoin  ruled  a  state  !  \" \n\nWe  turn  to  a  passage  of  a  different  order,  where  Everett  predicts  of \nfuture  poets  : \n\n\"  Here  our  own  bays  some  native  Pope  shall  grace. \nAnd  lovelier  beauties  fill  Belinda's  place. \nHere  future  hands  shall  Goldsmith's  village  rear, \nAnd  his  tired  traveller  rest  his  wanderings  here. \n*  *  *  * \n\nFitz  James's  horn  Niagara's  echoes  wake. \nAnd  Katrine's  lady  skim  o'er  Erie's  lake.\" \n\nThe  best  poem  from  the  hand  of  Everett  is  the  Dirge  of  Alaric,  a \nfavorite  piece  for  declamation.  The  law  was  the  profession  of  his  first \nchoice,  but  he  yielded  to  the  influence  of  the  eminent  Joseph  Stevens \nBuckminster,  to  Avhose  church  his  family  belonged,  and  studied  divin- \nity while  ofiiciating  as  tutor  ;  and,  in  1813,  became  his  successor  over \nBrattle-street  Church,  during  which  period  he  wrote  the  invincible \nDefence  of  Christianity,  in  reply  to  the  noted  George  B.  English,  a \ndeistical  writer.  The  popularity  of  Mr.  Everett  was  unbounded,  during \nhis  ministry. \n\n45* \n\n\n534  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nThe  Hon.  Judge  Story,  who  attended  public  worship  at  the  Cap- \nitol, in  Washington,  in  February,  1820,  to  hear  Edward  Everett,  then \non  a  visit  there,  when  he  delivered  his  famous  sermon,  \"  Brethren, \nthe  time  is  short,\"  relates,  in  writing  to  a  friend,  that  he  omitted \n\"some  passages,  and  in  their  stead  introduced  beautiful  extracts  from \nhis  sermon  on  the  future  prospects  of  America.  The  sermon  was  truly \nsplendid,  and  was  heard  with  a  breathless  silence.  The  audience  was \nvery  large ;  and,  being  in  that  magnificent  apartment  of  the  House  of \nRepresentatives,  it  had  vast  effect.  I  saw  Mr.  King,  of  New  York, \nand  Mr.  Otis,  of  Massachusetts,  there.  They  were  both  very  much \naffected  with  Mr.  Everett's  sermon;  and  Mr.  Otis,  in  particular,  wept \nbitterly.  There  were  some  very  touching  appeals  to  our  most  delicate \nfeelings,  on  the  loss  of  our  friends.  Indeed,  Mr.  Everett  was  almost \nuniversally  admired,  as  the  most  eloquent  of  preachers.  Mr.  King  told \nme  he  never  heard  a  discourse  so  full  of  unction,  eloquence,  and  good \ntaste.\" \n\nIn  1815  Mr.  Everett  was  appointed  the  professor  of  Greek  Litera- \nture in  Harvard  College,  which  station  he  occupied  until  1826.  Shortly \nafter  his  induction,  he  visited  Europe.  He  arrived  at  Liverpool  just \nafter  the  escape  of  Napoleon  from  Elba,  and  was  detained  in  London \nuntil  after  the  battle  of  Waterloo.  From  thence  he  went,  by  the  way \nof  Holland,  to  Gottingen,  which  was  at  that  time  the  seat  of  the  most \ndistinguished  German  university.  He  resided  there  more  than  two \nyears,  employed  in  the  study  of  those  branches  of  ancient  and  modern \nliterature  appropriate  to  his  new  sphere.  He  visited  Prussia,  Holland, \nand  many  of  the  German  cities,  making  the  acquaintance  of  learned \nmen  of  the  day.  He  passed  the  winter  of  1817-18  at  Paris,  employed \nin  literary  pursuits,  especially  in  the  study  of  the  modern  Greek.  In \nthe  spring  of  1818  he  crossed  the  English  channel,  and  passed  several \nweeks  in  London,  at  Oxford  and  Cambridge.  In  the  autumn  he \nreturned  to  France,  and  travelled  through  Switzerland  on  the  way  to \nItaly.  He  passed  the  winter  in  Rome,  giving  his  mind  to  ancient  lit- \nerature and  antiquities,  enjoying  constant  access  to  the  library  of  the \nVatican,  and  the  intimate  acquaintance  of  Canova,  then  occupied  on \nthe  statue  of  Washington.  Gen.  Theodore  Lyman  was  his  fellow- \ntraveller,  during  most  of  the  tour  after  leaving  Germany.  They  went \nin  company  to  the  Ionian  Islands  and  Greece,  and  were  kindly  received \nat  Yanina  by  Ali  Pacha,  to  whom  Mr.  Everett  brought  a  letter  of \nintroduction  from  Lord  Byron.     After  luxuriating  in  the  enchantments \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT.  535 \n\nof  Greece,  they  visited  the  plain  of  Troy,  Constantinople,  and  Adrian- \nople ;  crossed  the  Balkan,  near  the  road  afterwards  taken  by  the  Rus- \nsian army,  and  then  proceeded,  through  Wallachia  and  Hungary,  to \nVienna,  to  Paris  and  London,  returning  to  the  United  States  after  an \nabsence  of  nearly  five  years. \n\nShortly  after  his  return  from  the  tour  over  Europe,  Mr.  Everett \nremarked,  in  an  oration:  \"For  myself,  I  can  truly  say  that,  after  my \nnative  land,  I  feel  a  reverence  for  that  of  my  fathers.  The  pride  I \ntake  in  my  own  country  makes  me  respect  that  from  which  we  arc \nsprung.  In  touching  the  soil  of  England,  I  seem  to  return,  like  a \ndescendant,  to  the  old  family  seat, —  to  come  back  to  the  abode  of  an \naged  and  venerable  parent.  I  acknowledge  this  great  consanguinity \nof  nations.  The  sound  of  my  native  language,  beyond  the  sea,  is  a \nmusic  to  my  ear,  beyond  the  richest  strains  of  Tuscan  softness  or  Cas- \ntilian  majesty.  I  am  not  yet  in  a  land  of  strangers,  while  surrounded \nby  the  manners,  the  habits  and  institutions,  under  which  I  have  been \nbrought  up.  I  wander,  delighted,  through  a  thousand  scenes,  which \nthe  historians  and  the  poets  have  made  familiar  to  us, —  of  which  the \nnames  are  interwoven  with  our  earliest  associations.  I  tread  with  rev- \nerence the  spots  where  I  can  retrace  the  footsteps  of  our  suffering \nfathers.  The  pleasant  land  of  their  birth  has  a  claim  on  my  heart. \nIt  seems  to  me  a  classic, —  yea,  a  holy  land, —  rich  in  the  memory  of \nthe  great  and  good,  the  champions  and  the  martyrs  of  liberty,  the \nexiled  heralds  of  truth ;  and  richer,  as  the  parent  of  this  land  of \npromise  in  the  west.\" \n\nHe  resumed  the  duties  of  the  professorship  at  Cambridge,  and \nengaged  also  in  the  editorial  care  of  the  North  American  Review,  which \nhe  conducted  until  1824.  It  became  the  great  periodical  of  the  nation. \nHis  vigorous  contributions,  on  various  important  questions  connected \nwith  the  literature,  history,  public  pohcy  and  foreign  relations  of  the \ncountry,  identify  his  character  with  our  national  history.  In  May  8, \n1822,  Mr.  Everett  was  married,  by  Rev.  Nathaniel  L.  Frotliingham, \nto  Charlotte  Gray,  a  daughter  of  Hon.  Peter  C.  Brooks. \n\nThe  fiime  of  Edward  Everett,  as  a  scholar,  runs  back  to  his  boyish \ndays.  It  was,  however,  the  Phi  Beta  Kappa  oration,  at  Cambridge, \nin  1824,  remarks  Professor  Felton, — from  whose  article  in  the  North \nAmerican  Review  we  have  mainly  condensed  this  relation, —  that  placed \nhim  before  the  public  as  one  of  the  most  accomplished  orators  who \nhad  ever  appeared  in  America.     The  occasion  was  a  singularly  happy \n\n\n536  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n€ne, —  the  visit  of  Gen.  Lafayette,  in  his  old  age,  to  the  country,  Tvhose \nliberties  he  had  bravely  fought  for  in  the  chivalrous  days  of  his  youth. \nThe  ardent,  enthusiastic,  and  unanimous  welcome,  \"which  rang  from  city \nto  city,  as  the  noble  and  heroic  old  man  moved  on  through  the  successive \nstages  of  his  great  ovation:  the  excitement  of  the  thronging  multitudes, \nof  the  descendants  of  his  companions  in  arms,  who  poured  out  from \nhamlet  and  village,  and  town  and  city,  to  meet  him,  to  follow  him.  to \nlisten  to  his  words,  to  gaze  upon  his  friendly  and  venerable  countenance, \nand  to  bless  him  with  the  warm  benedictions  of  full  and  grateful  hearts  ; \n\n—  all  these  inspiring  circumstances  had  spread  a  festal  joy,  unexampled \nin  the  history  of  the  country,  preparing  the  minds  of  men  to  respond \nto  the  inspired  voices  of  eloquent  speakers, —  to  beat  in  full  accordance \nwith  the  thrilling  memories  of  the  past, —  to  swell  with  the  exulting \nanticipations  of  the  future.  The  immense  multitude  who  were  present \nJn  Cambridge  on  that  anniversary  will  never  forget  the  deep  interest \nof  the  occasion.  The  plaudits  and  congratulations  were  rapturous, \nas  they  received  among  them  the  beloved  guest  of  the  nation,  and \nbreathless  and  absorbing  Avas  the  attention  with  which  they  listened  to \nthe  discourse  of  Mr.  Everett,  as  it  reached,  with  its  rich  harmonies,  the \nremotest  parts  of  the  old  church,  crowded  to  its  utmost  capacity  with \neager  and  expectant  throngs.  The  old-fashioned  square  pews  were \nfilled,  and  every  inch  of  space  on  the  top  of  the  narrow  railing  which \nencloses  them  was  occupied  by  persons  who,  unable  to  find  seats  or \nstanding-places,  remained  perched  upon  these  sharp  edges,  hour  after \nliour.  wholly  unconscious  of  the  discomfort  of  their  uncertain  elevation. \nMr.  Everett's  subject  was  fortunately  chosen  for  such  an  assembly  of \nlettered  men,  and  fell  in  admirably  with  the  joyous  and  triumphant \nspirit  of  the  occasion.     It  was  redolent  of  the  most  refined  scholarship, \n\n—  the  most  exquisite  learning,  drawn  fi-om  the  highest  fountains  of \nknowledge.  It  was  the  earnest  plea  of  a  republican  scholar,  in  defence \nof  republican  institutions  in  their  bearing  upon  the  cultivation  of  let- \nters and  science.  The  argument  was  conducted  with  consummate  abil- \nity and  taste.  None  left  that  assembly  without  having  their  confidence \nin  the  intellectual  destinies  of  their  country  increased  by  its  close \nreasoning  and  glowing  appeals.  The  orator  was  then  in  his  early \nmanhood,  with  the  fresh  dews  of  youth  still  lingering  about  him.  Most \nof  the  audience  had  never  listened  to  his  voice  or  looked  upon  his \ncountenance  before,  though  his  literary  renown  had  already  filled  the \nland ;  and  the  music  of  his  speech  came  upon  them  with  the  effect  of \n\n\nEDWARD    EVERETT.  537 \n\na  delicious  novelty.  To  many  of  them  was  given,  on  that  day.  the  first \nconception  of  classical  oratory, —  those  triumphs  achieved  by  the  com- \nbination of  the  gifts  of  genius  with  matured  and  profound  studies,  and \nwith  a  thorough  knowledge  of  the  principles  and  a  careful  training  in \nthe  practice  of  the  art ;  employed  upon  subjects  of  deep  and  immediate \nconcern  to  the  hearers,  and  holding  undivided  possession  of  the  soul, \nwhile  tasking  all  the  mental  energies  of  the  speaker.  So  Demosthenes \nmoved  the  passions  and  swayed  the  minds  of  the  Athenian  assemblies, \nas  he  addressed  to  them,  from  the  Bema,  those  carefully  meditated  ora- \ntions by  which,  year  after  year,  he  controlled  the  policy  of  the  Athenian \ncommonwealth.  So  Cicero  compelled  the  feelings  of  the  surging  mul- \ntitudes of  the  Roman  forum  to  obey  the  movements  of  his  eloquence, \nas  the  mighty  ocean  tides  follow  the  path  of  the  serene  orb  of  heaven, \nwhose  attraction  nature  forbids  them  to  resist. \n\nWhen  President  Jackson  visited  Bunker  Hill,  June  26,  1833,  he \nwas  conducted  to  a  raised  platform  near  the  monument,  where  he  was \naddressed  by  Edward  Everett  in  an  eloquent  congratulatory  speech,  when \nthe  president  made  a  pertinent  reply ;  and  was  then  presented  with  a  box \nmade  from  the  timber  of  the  United  States  frigate  Constitution,  contain- \ning -'a  grape-shot  dug  up  from  the  sod  beneath  our  feet,\"  says  Ever- \nett, ' '  and  a  cannon-ball  from  the  battle-field  of  New  Orleans,  brought \nfrom  the  enclosure  within  which  your  head-quarters  were  established. \nThey  are  preserved  in  one  casket ;  and,  on  behalf  of  the  citizens  of \nCharlestown,  I  now  present  them  to  you,  in  the  hope  that  they  will \nperpetuate  in  your  mind  an  acceptable  association  of  the  17th  of  June, \n1775,  and  the  8th  of  January,  1815,— the  dates  of  the  first  and  last \nbattles  fought  under  the  American  standard.  The  spot  on  which  we \nare  gathered  is  not  the  place  for  adulation.  Standing  over  the  ashes \nof  men  who  died  for  liberty,  we  can  speak  no  language  but  that  of \nfreemen.  In  an  address  to  the  chief  magistrate  of  the  United  States, \nthere  is  no  room  for  one  word  of  compliment  or  flattery.  But  with \ngrateful  remembrance  of  your  services  to  the  country, —  with  becoming \nrespect  for  your  station,  the  most  exalted  on  earth, —  and  with  unan- \nimous approbation  of  the  firm,  resolute  and  patriotic  stand,  which  you \nassumed,  in  the  late  alarming  crisis  of  affairs,  in  order  to  preserve  that \nhappy  Union  under  one  constitutional  head,  for  the  establishment  of \nwhich  those  streets  were  wrapped  in  fire  and  this  hill  was  drenched  in \nblood, —  with  one  heart  and  one  voice,  we  bid  you  welcome  to  Bunker \nHill!  \"     On  the  decease  of  President  Jackson,  the  above-mentioned \n\n\n538        .  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncasket  passed,  by  bequest,  into  the  hands  of  Nicholas  P.  Trist,  for- \nmerly consul  at  Havana,  who  disposed  of  the  same  to  Bowen  & \nMcNamee,  silk  merchants,  of  New  York,  by  whom  it  was  presented \nto  M.  Kossuth,  the  Hungarian  patriot,  December,  1851,  when  on  his \nvisit  to  the  United  States. \n\nThe  apostrophe  of  Mr.  Everett  to  Lafayette,  in  his  oration,  was \nequal  in  effect,  perhaps,  to  anything  of  the  kind  in  ancient  or  modern \noratory,  and  the  Avhole  production  is  a  most  beautiful  and  scholarly \nplea  for  letters  in  republican  States.  Between  this  and  the  speech  on \nthe  Sacred  Scriptures,  the  last  speech  contained  in  the  collection  of  Mr. \nEverett's  orations  published  in  1850,  in  two  volumes,  8vo.,  which  forms \na  fitting  close  of  religious  solemnity,  to  the  manifold  strains  that  fill \nthe  intervening  periods  with  their  rich  enchantments,  we  have  had \nfrom  his  lips  a  series  of  orations,  discourses,  addresses  and  speeches,  on \na  remarkable  variety  of  occasions  and  topics,  for  a  peculiar  variety  of \nobjects,  in  different  countries  and  many  places.  He  has  given  the  peo- \nple elaborate  literary  orations,  delivered  before  college  and  other  soci- \neties ;  discourses  in  commemoration  of  the  founding  of  our  New  Eng- \nland institutions  ;  orations  for  anniversary  celebrations  of  the  great \nbattles  of  the  Revolution ;  fourth  of  July  orations  ;  eulogies  on  illus- \ntrious patriots,  as  Washington,  John  Adams,  Jefferson,  Franklin,  Lafay- \nette, and  Adams  the  younger ;  lyceum  lectures  ;  speeches  at  public \ndinners,  and  other  festivals ;  temperance  addresses  ;  the  like  for  char- \nitable, literary,  agricultural  and  scientific  institutions,  and  legislative \ncommittees, —  extending,  in  all  that  are  printed  in  a  connected  form,  to \nthe  number  of  eighty-one  ;  a  third  more  than  Demosthenes  wrote  in \nhis  whole  life,  and  nearly  as  many  as  are  extant  of  Demosthenes  and \nCicero  together, —  much  exceeding,  with  one  exception,  the  productions \nof  any  other  political  orator  in  our  republic.  The  number  of  orations \nand  speeches  of  Daniel  Webster,  published  in  a  connected  form,  is \neighty-five.  This  refers,  however,  to  the  collection  of  Mr.  Webster's \nspeeches  in  three  volumes.  The  recent  edition  is  in  six  volumes,  and \nthe  number  of  speeches  contained  in  them  is  proportionably  greater. \nAs  regards  orations  alone,  Everett  has  pronounced  more  than  any  other \nman. \n\nWhen  the  representative  of  Middlesex,  Hon.  Timothy  Fuller, \ndeclined  another  election  to  Congress,  in  1824,  Mr.  Everett  was  a  can- \ndidate for  the  succession.  It  was  his  intention  to  retain  his  station  in \nHarvard  College,  as  did  John  Quincy  Adams,  who  filled  the  professor- \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT.  ,  539 \n\nship  of  rhetoric  and  oratory  whilst  in  the  United  States  Senate.  He \n■was  elected  b}'-  a  handsome  majority;  but  it  was  decided  by  the  cor- \nporation of  the  college  that  his  station  was  vacated  by  accepting  a  seat \nin  Congress.  In  December,  1825,  he  found  himself  at  the  capital,  in \na  new  sphere  of  life,  in  which  he  engaged  for  ten  years,  devoting  him- \nself, both  on  the  floor  and  in  the  committee-room,  to  the  discharge  of  the \npublic  business  and  the  pei'formance  of  the  duties  especially  assigned  to \nhim.  During  his  whole  term  of  service  in  Congress,  he  was  on  the \ncommittee  on  foreign  affairs,  and  for  a  part  of  the  time  was  its  chair- \nman. His  political  career  in  Congress  was  highly  important  to  the \npublic  interests  ;  and  the  last  act  of  Mr.  Everett  was  in  furnishing  the \nminority  report  of  this  committee,  on  the  French  controversy,  in  1835. \nHis  speech  on  that  subject  is  said  to  have  been  commended  by  Louis \nPhilippe,  in  the  highest  terms.  It  was  in  this  year  that  he  withdrew \nfrom  the  councils  of  the  nation. \n\nMr.  Everett  was  a  beautiful  specimen  in  Congress  of  what  a  politician \nshould  be ;  for  he  never  descended  to  personal  invective,  in  contending \nwith  political  adversaries,  ever  observing  a  dignified  and  manly  inde- \npendence, in  a  generous  spirit ;  and,  of  consequence,  impassioned  sar- \ncasm was  never  heaped  upon  him.  Indeed,  it  may  be  truly  asserted, \nthat  no  eminent  statesman  among  us  has  more  clearly  escaped  the \nshafts  of  passionate  partisans  than  our  own  Edward  Everett. \n\nIn  the  year  1834  Mr.  Everett  pronounced  the  eulogy  on  Lafay- \nette, for  the  young  men  of  Boston.  Its  peroration  is  remarkably \nimpressive.  The  portrait  of  Washington  on  the  western  wall  of  Fan- \neuil  Hall,  Avhere  it  was  delivered,  illustrates  some  of  the  allusions. \nAfter  remarking  that  the  great  principle  of  the  Revolutionary  fathers \nand  the  Pilgrims  —  the  love  of  liberty  protected  by  law  —  was  the  rule \nof  Lafayette  in  his  political  course,  he  makes  past  history,  and  the  asso- \nciations of  the  old  cradle  of  liberty,  and  the  memorial  rites  in  Avhich \nthey  are  engaged,  repeat  the  monition:  \"Blood  which  our  fathers \nshed,  cry  from  the  ground !  Echoing  arches  of  this  renowned  hall, \nwhisper  back  the  voices  of  other  days  !  Glorious  Washington,  break \nthe  long  silence  of  that  votive  canvas !  Speak,  speak,  marble  lips ! \n—  (alluding  to  the  bust  of  Lafayette,  on  the  platform)  —  teach  us  the \nlove  of  liberty  protected  by  law  !  \" \n\nThe  patriotic  tendencies  of  Edward  Everett's  mind  have  been  thus \ncharacterized  by  our  own  classic  Hillard,  in  language  well  Avorthy  the \nsubject.     \"  His  mind,\"  says  Hillard,  \"  is  not  moved  in  remote  regions \n\n\n540         .  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwhicli  lie  in  that  soft,  ideal  light,  so  dear  to  the  intellectual  voluptuary. \nHe  has  not  shrunk  from  the  homely  earth,  and  the  open  day.  Bunker \nHill  has  been  to  him  a  more  magic  word  than  ^Marathon.  His  learn- \ning has  borne  a  practical  stamp.  The  stream  of  living  life  has  flowed \nthrough  his  mind,  and  made  it  productive  of  rich  harvests  as  the  times \nhave  need  of  To  make  the  history  of  his  country  attractive,  to \ninspire  a  deep  veneration  for  its  great  men,  to  develop  its  industrial \nresources,  to  draw  from  the  past  lessons  for  the  guidance  of  the  future, \nto  awaken  a  thoughtful  and  generous  patriotism,  to  call  the  atten- \ntion of  scholars  to  native  virtues  and  homeborn  worth,  to  teach  our \nyoung  men  that  lives  better  than  Plutarch's  are  lying  at  their  feet, — \nthese  are  the  ends  to  which  his  powers  and  his  attainments  have  been \ndevoted  ;  and,  as  the  ends  were  noble,  so  has  his  success  been  triumph- \nant.\" As  was  said  by  Ben  Jonson  of  Bacon,  so  captivating  was  his \neloquence,  \"  the  fear  of  every  man  that  heard  him  was  lest  he  should \nmake  an  end.\" \n\nGov.  Everett  was  the  founder  of  a  new  era  in  the  cause  of  educa- \ntion among  the  descendants  of  the  Pilgrim  fathers,  and  rose  above  the \nstrong  current  of  opposition.  The  Christian  E.xaminer,  in  an  article \non  this  subject,  thus  emphasizes :  \"The  value  of  the  services  of  Gov. \nEverett,  under  these  disadvantageous  and  perplexing  circumstances, \ncannot  be  over-estimated.  He  wrote  the  several  annual  reports  of  the \nboard;  and,  as  chairman  of  most  of  the  sub-committees,  he  also  dis- \ncharged a  great  amount  of  labor,  and  bore  the  constant  burden  of \nresponsible  care.  His  indefatigable  fidelity,  his  conscientious  and \nenlightened  prudence,  his  extraordinary  discretion  as  a  statesman,  and \nhis  profound  enthusiasm  in  the  cause,  were  what  the  crisis  absolutely \nneeded.  While  justice  to  the  secretary  demands  the  tribute  which  we \nare  about  to  render,  it  also  requires  us  to  acknowledge  that  no  other \nhand,  perhaps,  than  that  which  then  held  the  helm  of  State,  could  have \nsafely  piloted  the  little  bark  through  the  rough  sea  of  jealousy  and \nopposition.\"  In  relation  to  the  indomitable  coadjutor  of  Gov.  Everett \nin  the  reform,  the  governor  himself  once  generously  remarked  :  \"I \nhonor,  beyond  all  common  names  of  respect,  the  distinguished  gentle- \nman —  Horace  Mann  —  who  for  twelve  years  has  devoted  the  indomi- \ntable energy  of  his  character  to  this  noble  cause.  He  will  be  remem- \nbered till  the  history  of  Massachusetts  is  forgotten,  as  one  of  her  greatest \nbenefactors.  I  reflect,  with  satisfaction,  that  the  Board  of  Education \nwas  established  on  a  recommendation  which  I  had  the  honor  to  submit \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT.  541 \n\nt \n\nto  the  Legislature ;  and  that  I  had  the  privilege  of  cooperating  in  its \norganization,  in  the  choice  of  its  secretary,  in  the  establishment  of  the \nnormal  schools  under  its  patronage,  and  in  the  other  measures  which \nmarked  its  opening  career.\"  Of  the  Western  Railroad  he  observed, \nin  1835,  ''that  next  to  the  great  questions  of  liberty  and  independ- \nence, the  doors  of  Faneuil  Hall  were  never  thrown  open  on  an  occa- \nsion of  greater  moment  to  the  people  of  the  city  and  the  State.\" \n\nWe  find  in  the  Memoirs  of  Hon.  Judge  Story  the  following  trib- \nute to  Gov.  Everett,  from  a  letter  addressed  to  him,  dated  May  30, \n1840  ;  but  we  must  take  exception  to  the  intimation  that  Mr.  Everett \nhas  not  furnished  \"a  great  work  for  posterity.\" \n\n\"When  I  look  back  upon  your  administration,  I  do  it  with  feelings \nof  lofty  pride  and  unmixed  pleasure.  It  was  all  I  could  have  wished. \nIt  was  wise  and  patriotic,  guided  by  the  right  spirit  and  the  right  prin- \nciple, and  conducted  with  a  deep  regard  for  morals  and  justice,  and \ninfinitely  removed  above  the  injustice  arid  the  follies  of  mere  party.  It \nwas  just  such  as  a  Christian  magistrate  ought  to  pursue,  and  a  Chris- \ntian people  feel  a  pride  in  supporting.  To  have  a  scholar  and  a  gen- \ntleman, second  to  none  among  us  in  all  the  attributes  of  taste  and \ngenius  and  learning,  our  governor,  was  to  me,  I  confess,  a  source  of \nexultation.  To  see  him  rejected  by  the  people,  when  his  fame  had \nbeen  among  their  best  possessions,  was  to  me  a  startling  proof  of \ntheir  frail  and  unsteady  judgments,  and  a  lesson  of  the  gratitude  of \nrepublics,  which  has  come  over  my  heart  with  many  saddened  thoughts \nrespecting  our  future  prospects.  You  can  have  nothing  to  regret  in \nall  this ;  but  we  have  much  for  lamentation  and  bitter  sorrow. \n\n'•  My  dear  sir,  allow  me  to  say  one  word  more  respecting  yourself. \nYou  have.  I  trust,  many  years  before  you  of  health  and  labor.  What \nI  desire  is,  that,  in  addition  to  the  many  beautiful  —  ay,  exquisitely \nbeautiful  — ■  specimens  of  your  genius,  which  we  have  had  upon  occa- \nsional topics,  you  would  now  meditate  some  great  work  for  posterity, \nwhich  shall  make  you  known  and  felt  through  all  time,  as  we  your \ncontemporaries  now  know  and  esteem  you.  This  should  be  the  crown- \ning future  purpose  of  your  life.  Sat  verbum  sapienti.  If  I  should \nlive  to  see  it,  I  should  hail  it  with  the  highest  pleasure.  If  I  am  dead, \npray  remember  that  it  was  one  of  the  thoughts  which  clung  most \nclosely  to  me  to  the  very  last.\" \n\nAmong  the  subjects  of  great  public  interest  to  which  Mr.  Everett \nhas  devoted  his  attention,  agriculture  holds  a  large  share.  In  one  of \n46 \n\n\n542  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nhis  speeches,  dehvered  at  Dedhara,  after  alluding  to  the  disposition  of \nsettlers,  in  a  new  country,  to  destroy  trees,  when  they  should  protect \nand  propagate  them,  he  remarks  •  \"  There  are,  in  the  interior  of  New \nEngland,  a  great  many  noble  trees,  planted  eighty  or  one  hundred \nyears  ago  ;  and  most  certainly  nothing  grows  out  of  the  earth,  and  man \ncan  put  nothing  upon  it,  so  beautiful.  I  hope,  my  friends,  we  shall \nlet  our  children  and  grandchildren  enjoy  the  great  comfort  to  be  derived \nfrom  this  source.  Sir  Walter  Scott  represents  one  of  his  characters  as \nsaying  that  his  father  used  to  tell  him  to  be  always  putting  down  a  tree. \n'  It  will  be  growing,  Jock,  when  you  are  sleeping.'  It  will  be  grow- \ning, sir,  when  we  are  sleeping  to  wake  no  more.  The  acorn  which  you \ncover  with  a  couple  of  inches  of  earth,  the  seedling  elm  which  you \nrescue  in  your  garden  from  the  spade,  will  outlive  half  a  dozen  of  our \ngenerations.  Cicero  speaks  of  it  as  a  kind  of  natural  foresight  of  the \ncontinued  existence  of  man,  that  '  men  planted  trees  which  were  a  ben- \nefit to  a  coming  generation.'  Yes,  sir  ;  and  if  every  man,  before  he \ngoes  hence,  would  but  take  care  to  leave  one  good  oak  or  elm  behind \nhim,  he  would  not  have  lived  in  vain.  His  children  and  grandchildren \nwould  bless  his  memory.\" \n\nThe  conception  of  Cicero,  that  men  planted  trees  that  were  to  be  a \nbenefit  to  coming  generations,  reminds  one  of  an  impressive  incident \nregarding  James  Otis,  the  great  patriot,  which  occurred  at  Andover,  a \nfew  weeks  before  his  sudden  death.  One  morning,  when  he  gave  indi- \ncations of  being  strongly  agitated,  Otis  took  a  hatchet  and  went  to  a \ncopse  of  pines,  standing  on  a  rising  ground  a  few  yards  from  the  house, \nand  passed  all  the  forenoon  in  trimming  away  the  lower  branches  of  the \nwood.  When  Mr.  Osgood,  with  whom  Otis  resided,  came  to  invite  him \nto  dinner,  he  said,  with  great  earnestness,  \"  Osgood,  if  I  die  while  I \nam  in  your  house,  I  charge  you  to  have  me  buried  under  these  trees ; '' \nand  then  added,  with  a  little  touch  of  humor  that  shone  forth  like  a \nbright  gleam  in  a  tempestuous  sky,  \"  you  know  my  grave  would  over- \nlook all  your  fields,  and  I  could  have  an  eye  upon  the  boys,  and  see  if \nthey  minded  their  work.\"  May  the  young  students  and  laborers  of \nAndover  be  incited  to  perseverance,  when  they  view  the  trees  around \nOtis'  burial-place,  and  imagine  his  eye  upon  them  ! \n\nMr.  Everett  was  chosen  Governor  of  Massachusetts  in  1835,  and  for \nthree  succeeding  terms ;  and  was  followed  by  Judge  Morton,  in  1840, \nwho  was  elected  by  a  majority  of  one  vote.  He  labored  assiduously \nfor  the  moral,  commercial  and  political  interests  of  the  State,  especially \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT.  543 \n\neffecting  the  noble  objects  of  the  Board  of  Education  and  the  Western \nRailroad. \n\nHe  embarked  for  Europe  in  June,  1840,  passing  the  summer  in \nParis,  and  the  succeeding  year  in  Florence.  It  is  related  that,  pre- \nvious to  the  departure  of  Mr.  Everett  from  Boston,  when  present  at \na  pubhc  dinner,  Hon.  Judge  Story  gave  as  a  sentiment,  \"Learning, \ngenius  and  eloquence,  are  sure  to  be  welcome  where  Ever-ett  goes.\" \nOn  which,  Mr.  Everett  promptly  gave,  \"  Law,  Erjuity  and  Jurispru- \ndence :  All  their  efforts  to  rise  will  never  be  able  to  get  above  one \nStory.\"  On  the  recall  of  Andrew  Stevenson,  the  minister  to  the \ncourt  of  St.  James,  in  1841,  Mr.  Everett  was  appointed  his  successor, \nwhere  he  remained  until  the  accession  of  President  Polk,  when  he  was \nsucceeded  by  Louis  McLane.  As  minister  to  the  most  important \nempire  in  the  world,  he  acquitted  himself  with  an  ability  and  dignity \nhighly  honorable  to  his  exalted  station. \n\nHe  arrived  in  London,  to  enter  upon  the  duties  of  his  mission,  at \nthe  close  of  the  year  1841.  Among  the  great  questions,  remarks  the \nWhig  B,eview,  \"  which  were  at  that  time  open  between  the  two  coun- \ntries, were,  tlie  north-eastern  boundary,  the  affair  of  Mr.  McLeod,  and \nthe  seizure  of  American  vessels  on  the  coast  of  Africa.  In  the  course \nof  a  few  months,  the  affair  of  the  Creole  followed,  to  which  Avere  soon \nadded  Oregon  and  Texas.  His  position  must  have  been  rendered \nmore  difficult  by  the  frequent  changes  Avhich  took  place  in  the  depart- \nment at  home.  Between  Mr.  Webster,  who  retired  in  the  spring  of \n1843,  and  Mr.  Buchanan,  who  came  in  with  ISlv.  Polk  in  1845,  it  was \noccupied,  successively,  by  Messrs.  Legare,  Upshur,  and  Calhoun. \nFrom  all  these  gentlemen  Mr.  Everett  received  marks  of  approbation \nand  confidence.  *  ***** \n\n\"The  congressional  documents  are  the  only  sources  open  to  the \npublic  from  which  may  be  learned  the  nature  of  the  subjects  which \nMr.  Everett  brought  to  a  successful  issue.  Among  these  were  several \nclaims  for  the  seizure  of  vessels  on  the  coast  of  Africa,  and  large \ndemands  of  American  citizens  for  duties  levied  contrary  to  the  com- \nmercial treaty  between  the  two  countries.  In  reference  to  the  latter, \nMr.  Everett  obtained  an  acknowledgment  of  the  justice  of  the  claims, \nand  proposed  the  principle  of  offset,  on  which  they  were,  soon  after  the \nclose  of  his  mission,  liquidated  and  paid.  He  obtained  for  our  fisher- \nmen the  right  of  taking  fish  in  the  Bay  of  Fundy,  which  had  been  a \n\n\nm \n\n\nTHE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\nsubject  of  irritation  and  controversy  between  them  and  the  provincial \nauthorities  for  thirty  years.  He  procured,  at  different  times,  the \nrelease  from  Van  Diemen's  Land  of  fifty  or  sixty  of  the  misguided \nAmericans  who  had  embarked  in  the  Canadian  rebelhon  of  1838.  It \nwill  be  remembered,  however,  as  we  have  already  observed,  that  a \nsmall  part  only  of  his  correspondence  has  been  brought  before  the \npublic.\" \n\nHe  returned  to  Boston  in  the  autumn  of  1845.  President  Quincy \nhaving  previously  resigned  the  care  of  Harvard  University,  the  friends \nof  that  institution  united  in  the  request  that  Mr.  Everett  would  accept \nthe  presidency.  He  was  inaugurated  to  this  important  station  April \n30;  1846,  when  the  Hon.  Robert  C.  Winthrop  gave  this  sentiment,  at \nthe  public  dinner  :  \"  This  occasion,  which  witnesses  the  consecration \nof  the  highest  genius  of  our  country  to  its  noblest  service.  President \nEverett  continued  closely  devoted  to  the  best  interests  of  Harvard  Col- \nlege, until  he  was  compelled,  by  the  state  of  his  health,  to  resign  the \noffice ;  and  was  succeeded  by  Jared  Sparks,  June  20,  1849. \n\nHe  has  been,  for  several  years,  president  of  the  American  Antiqua- \nrian Society,  vice-president  of  the  American  Academy  of  Arts  and \nSciences,  a  member  of  the  Massachusetts  Historical,  New  York  His- \ntorical, and  New  England  Historical  Genealogic  Societies,  and  of  the \nAntiquarian,  Geographical,  and  Agricultural  Societies,  of  Great \nBritain. \n\nIt  has  been  well  said  of  this  prince  of  orators,  that,  as  long  as  clear \nand  logical  reasoning  wins  the  assent  of  the  understanding,  as  long \nas  true  eloquence  stirs  the  blood,  as  long  as  ease  and  grace  of  style \napprove  themselves  to  the  taste,  so  long  will  the  compositions  of \nEdward  Everett  be  read  and  admired.  He  is,  essentially,  a  rhetor- \nician, and,  unless  France  may  furnish  one  or  two  exceptions,  the  most \naccomplished  living.  Whatever  is  requisite  for  rhetorical  success,  Mr. \nEverett  possesses.  To  the  most  varied  culture,  he  adds  an  immense \nand  various  learning,  a  memory  equally  retentive  and  prompt,  great \nfacility  and  felicity  of  expression,  a  ready  power  of  association,  and  a \nwit  and  humor  which  seem  always  to  be  ready  when  the  occasion \ncalls  for  them.  No  knight  rode  in  the  tournament  arrayed  in  more \nglittering  armor,  continues  a  reviewer,  or  more  dexterous  in  the  use  of \nhis  weapons.  He  has  enough  of  imagination ;  he  has  the  quick  and \nkindling  sensibilities  without  which  there  is  no  eloquence ;  and,  above \nall,  he  shows  a  wonderfully  quick  perception  of  the  state  of  mind  in \n\n\nEDWARD   EVERETT.  546 \n\nthose  whom  he  addresses.  He  seems  to  have  more  than  a  double \nshare  of  nerves  in  his  fingers'  ends.  If  there  be  truth  in  animal  mag- \nnetism, he  ought  to  be  one  of  the  most  impressible.  He  possesses  that \ngreatest  of  charms,  an  exquisite  voice, —  round,  swelling,  full  of  melody, \nparticularly  emotional ;  naturally  grave,  and  with  a  touch  almost  of \nmelancholy  in  some  of  its  cadences,  but,  like  all  such  emotional  voices, \nadmirably  suited  to  the  expression  of  humor,  and  of  rising  from  a \ntouching  pathos  into  the  most  stirring,  thrilling  and  triumphant  tones. \nThere  is  such  harmony  between  thought  and  style,  manner  and  voice, \nthat  each  gives  force  to  the  other,  and  all  unite  in  one  effect  on  the \nhearer. \n\nWe  know  not  how  so  well  to  compress  a  view  of  his  services  and \ncharacter,  as  in  the  comprehensive  language  of  Daniel  Webster,  at  the \nNorfolk  Agricultural  Society's  first  anniversary  meeting:  \"We  all \nremember  him, —  some  of  us  personally, —  myself,  certainly,  with  great \ninterest  in  his  deliberations  in  the  Congress  of  the  United  States, \nto  which  he  brought  such  a  degree  of  learning,  and  ability,  and  elo- \nquence, as  few  equalled,  and  none  surpassed.  He  administered,  after- \nwards, satisfactorily  to  his  fellow-citizens,  the  duties  of  the  chair  of  the \ncommonwealth.  He  then,  to  the  great  advantage  of  his  country,  went \nabroad.  He  was  deputed  to  represent  his  government  at  the  most  im- \nportant court  of  Europe ;  and  he  carried  thither  many  qualities,  most  of \nthem  essential,  and  all  of  them  ornamental  and  useful,  to  fill  that  high \nstation.  He  had  education  and  scholarship.  He  had  a  reputation  at \nhome  and  abroad.  More  than  all,  he  had  an  acquaintance  with  the \npolitics  of  the  world,  with  the  law  of  this  country  and  of  nations,  with \nthe  history  and  policy  of  the  countries  of  Europe.  And  how  well \nthese  qualities  enabled  him  to  reflect  honor  upon  the  literature  and \ncharacter  of  his  native  land,  not  we  only,  but  all  the  country  and  all \nthe  world  know.  He  has  performed  this  career,  and  is  yet  at  such  a \nperiod  of  life,  that  I  may  venture  something  upon  the  character  and \nprivilege  of  my  countrymen,  when  I  predict,  that  those  who  have \nknown  him  long  and  know  him  now,  those  who  have  seen  him  and  see \nhim  now,  those  who  have  heard  him  and  hear  him  now,  are  very  likely \nto  think  that  his  country  has  demands  upon  him  for  future  efforts  in  its \nservice.\" \n\nIn  addition  to  the   speeches  contained  in  the   two   volumes,  Mr. \nEverett  is  the  author  of  some  publications  which  have  appeared  sepa- \nrately :  such  as  the  Defence  of  Christianity,  before  alluded  to ;  an \n46* \n\n\n546  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nEssay  on  the  Claims  of  Citizens  of  the  United  States  on  Foreign  Gov- \nernments, which  originally  appeared  in  the  North  American  Review ; \na  Life  of  General  Stark,  which  appears  as  the  first  article  in  Mr. \nSparks'  Library  of  American  Biography ;  and  a  Biographical  Memoir \nof  Mr.  Webster,  forming  the  introduction  to  the  new  edition  of  his \nworks.  The  speeches  and  reports  of  Mr.  Everett  in  Congress,  and  his \nother  political  speeches  and  writings,  would  probably  form  a  collection \nas  large  as  that  of  his  miscellaneous  orations  and  speeches.  Above  a \nhundred  articles  are  stated  to  have  been  written  by  him  in  the  North \nAmerican  Review,  and  many  in  other  journals,  A  hope  was  expressed, \nby  Judge  Story,  in  the  letter  above  cited,  that  Mr.  Everett  would \ndevote  himself  to  the  preparation  of  some  elaborate  work.  It  would \nappear,  from  the  following  paragraph  in  the  preface  to  the  collection \nof  his  orations,  that  he  has  contemplated  such  an  undertaking : \n\n\"It  is  still  my  purpose,  should  my  health  permit,  to  offer  to  the \npublic  indulgence  a  selection  from  a  large  number  of  articles  contrib- \nuted by  me  to  the  North  American  Review,  and  from  the  speeches, \nreports  and  oflBcial  correspondence,  prepared  in  the  discharge  of  the \nduties  of  the  several  oflficial  stations  which  I  have  had  the  honor  to  fill, \nat  home  and  abroad.  Nor  am  I  wholly  without  hope  that  I  shall  be \nable  to  execute  the  more  arduous  project,  to  which  I  have  devoted  a \ngood  deal  of  time  for  many  years,  and  towards  which  I  have  collected \nample  materials, —  that  of  a  systematic  treatise  on  the  modern  law  of \nnations,  more  especially  in  reference  to  those  questions  which  have  been \ndiscussed  between  the  governments  of  the  United  States  and  Europe \nBince  the  peace  of  1783.\" \n\n\nGEORGE   STILLMAN   HILLARD. \n\nJULY  4,  1835.      FOR  THE  CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  It  cannot  be  denied  that  we  have  been,  for  some  time  past,  grow- \ning indifferent  to  the  celebration  of  this  day,\"  says  Hillard.  \"  It  waa \nonce  hailed  —  and  some  who  hear  me  can  remember  the  time  —  with \nemotions  too  deep  for  words.  The  full  hearts  of  men  overflowed  in \nthe  copious,  gushing  tears  of  childhood,  and  silently  went  up  to  heaven \non  the  wings  of  praise.     With  their  own  sweat  and  their  own  blood \n\n\n'     GEORGE   STILLMAN   HILLARD.  547 \n\nthey  had  won  their  inheritance  of  peace,  and  they  prized  it  accordingly. \nThey  were  yet  fresh  from  the  great  events  which  we  read  of  as  cold \nmatters  of  history.     The  storm  had  passed  by,  but  the  swell  of  the \ntroubled  waters,  rising  in  dark-heaving  ridges,  yet  marked  its  duration \nand  violence.     All  things  then  wore  the  beauty  of  novelty,  and  long \npossession  had  not  dulled  the  sense  of  enjoyment.     The  golden  light \nand  glittering  dews  of  the  morning  were  above   and  around  them. \nThe  wine  of  life  sparkled  and  foamed  in  its  freshly-poured  cup.     The \nlovely  form  of  Liberty  —  to  us  so  familiar  —  seemed  hke  a  bright \nvision,  newly  lighted  upon  this  orb,  from  the  starry  courts  of  heaven ; \nand  men  hung,  with  the  rapture  of  lovers,  upon  her  inspiring  glances \nand  her  animating  smiles.     But  a  half-century  has  rolled  by,  and  a \nnew  generation  has  sprung  up,  who  seem  to  think  that  their  social  and \npolitical  privileges  belong  to  them  as  naturally  as  air  and  light,  and \nreflect  as  little  upon  the  way  in  which  they  came  by  them.     The  very \nmagnitude  of  our  blessings  makes  us  insensible  to  their  value,  as  the \nancients  supposed  that  the  music  of  the  spheres  could  not  be  heard, \nbecause  it  was  so  loud.     The  whole  thing  has  become  to  us  an  old  story. \nWe  have  heard  so  much  of  the  spirit  of  Seventy-six,  and  of  the  times \nthat  tried  men's  souls,  that  we  are  growing  weary  of  the  sound.     The \nsame  feeling  which  made  the  Athenians  tired  of  hearing  Aristides  called \nthe  just,  makes  us  tired  of  hearing  this  called  a  glorious  anniversary. \nBut  that  man  is  little  to  be  envied  who  cannot  disentangle  this  occa- \nsion from  the  secondary  and  debasing  associations  which  cling  to  it, — \nfrom  its  noise,  its  dust,  its  confusion,  its  dull  orations  and  vapid  toasts, \n—  and,  ascending  at  once  into  a  higher  region  of  thought  and  feehng, \nrecognize  the  full,  unimpaired  force  of  that  grand  manifestation  of \nmoral  power  which  has  consecrated  the  day.     A  cold  indifference  to \nthis  celebration  Avould,  in  itself,  be  a  sign  of  ominous  import  to  the  for- \ntunes of  the  republic.     He  who  greets  the  light  of  this  morning  with \nno  throb  of  generous  feeling  is  unworthy  of  a  share  in  that  heritage \nof  glory  which  he  claims  by  right  of  the  blood  which  flows  in  his \ndegenerate  veins.     That  man,   had  he  lived  sixty  years  ago,  would \nmost  surely  have  been  found  wanting  to  his  country,  in  her  hour  of \nagony  and  struggle.    Neither  with  tongue,  nor  purse,  nor  hand,  would \nhe  have  aided  the  most  inspiring  cause  that  ever  appealed  to  a  mag- \nnanimous breast.     The  same  cast  of  character  which  makes  one  inca- \npable of  feeling  an  absorbing  emotion,  makes  him  incapable  of  heroic- \nefforts  and  heroic  sacrifices.     He  who  cannot  forget  himself  in  admir- \n\n\n548  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\njng  true  greatness,  can  never  be  great;  and  the  power  of  justly  appre- \nciating and  heartily  reverencing  exalted  merit  is,  in  itself,  an  unequiv- \nocal sign  of  a  noble  nature.\" \n\nGeorge  Stillman  Ilillard  was  bom  at  Machias,  Maine.  Sept.  22, \n1808.      His  mother,   a  daughter  of  Gen.   Stillman,  died  when  he \nTvas  an  infant.     He  entered  the  Boston  Latin  School  in  1822.     His \nreminiscences  of  this  schoolhouse,  when  it  was  demolished,  in  the  year \n1844,  as   given   in  the  Boston  Book  of  1850,  are  very  impressive. \n\"  Certainly  there  were  no  intrinsic  charms  in  the  building  to  commend \nit  to  the  affectionate  remembrances  of  the  boys.     There  never  was  any \nthing  more  bare,  more  tasteless,  more  uncouth,\"  says  Mr.  Hillard. \n\"  The  walls  were  the  blankest,  the  seats  the  hardest,  the  desks  the \nmost  inconvenient,  that  could  be  imagined.     '  Going  out '  was  such  a \nfarce  !     It  was  only  exchanging  a  room  with  a  roof  for  one  without ; \nand,  really,  not  big  enough  for  a  well-grown  boy  to  swing  a  kitten  in. \nBut  what  did  we  care  for  all  this  ?     Youth  and  hope,  and  light  hearts, \nare   such  mighty  magicians !     How  they  gilded   and  colored  those \nwalls  !     What  more  than  regal  tapestry  they  hung  round  their  naked \ndesolation  !  with  what  roses  they  empurpled  that  dusty  floor !  what \nbeauty  they  shed  around  that  narrow  staircase  !  \"     After  enlarging  on \nthe  advantage  of  a  spacious  public  schoolhouse,  and  the  fierce  democ- \nracy of  the  scholars,  Mr.  Hillard  continues  :  \"  There  is  no  better  illus- \ntration of  Homer  than  the  daily  course  of  a  public  school.     His  heroes \nare  grown-up  boys.     Like  them,  they  speak  out  the  whole  truth- \nLike  them,  they  call  names.     Like  them,  they  weep  honest  tears,  and \nlaugh  hearty  laughs.     When  a  boy  chances  to  make  an  ass  of  himself, \nby  word  or  deed,  with  what  distinctness  is  the  fact  communicated  to \nhim  !     He  is  never  left  to  grope  his  way  by  inferences.     Would  that \nwe  could  all  be  boys  again,  for  one  day !     What  faces  we  should  see \nin  Court-street  and  State-street !     I  pass  daily,  in  the  streets,  some \nof  my  old  school-fellows.     To  me  they  are  always  boys.     I  see  the \nblooming  looks  of  childhood  through  those  strong  and  manly  lines. \nAnd  yet,  how  many  are  changed  !     Such  cold,  money-getting  eyes  are \nturned  upon  me  !     Some  have  protuberant  waistcoats,  and  arc  growing \nalmost  gouty.     Some  have  that  compressed  lip  and  furrowed  brow \nwhich  speak  of  suppressed  grief, —  of  that  unspoken  sorrow  whose  dark- \nlino^  current  mines  away  the  heart  unseen.     In  some,  the  natural  face \nis  so  changed  that  it  looks  like  a  mask.     Some  —  many  —  are  unal- \ntered.    With  them,  the  flavor  of  youth  is  unimpaired.     Towards  them; \n\n\nQEORaE   STILLMAN   HILLARD.  549 \n\nthe  dark  cloud  has  not  been  turned.  With  them,  the  boy  has  flowed \ninto  the  man,  as  the  brook  expands  into  the  river.  As  I  pass  by  these \nearly  companions,  with  a  cold  nod  of  recognition,  I  have  often  longed \nto  stop  them,  and  say  to  them,  '  Tell  me,  in  ten  words,  your  history. \nWhere  do  you  feel  the  pinch  of  life'?'  \"  After  allusions  to  his  teacher \nand  certain  favorite  schoolmates,  Mr.  Hillard  writes  of  the  higher \nadvantages  of  culture  now  enjoyed.  \"We  were  compelled,\"  says  he, \n\"to  feed  on  such  husks  as  the  Gloucester  Greek  Grammar,  Lem- \npriere's  Dictionary,  and  a  Delphin  Virgil,  with  an  ordo  meandering \nalong  the  margin, —  things  now  as  much  out  of  date  as  wigs  and  three- \ncornered  hats.  I  hear  now  in  the  school  a  sound  of  '  logical  predi- \ncates,' as  strange  to  my  ears  as  nouns  and  verbs  were  to  Jack  Cade's. \nThese  fine  lads  are  striding  after  us  Avith  seven-leagued  boots.\"  Mr. \nHillard  entered  Harvard  College  in  1824,  and  to  his  latest  life  has \nnever  forgotten  that  period  when,  with  heart  full  of  fear  and  satchel \nfull  of  books,  he  went  to  be  examined  before  enterino:  college,  and \nthere  breathed  the  atmosphere  of  letters.  We  cannot  forbear  embody- \ning here  a  very  agreeable  reminiscence  of  Mr.  Hillard  in  regard  to \nEdward  Everett,  who  was  a  professor  in  the  college  when  he  became  a \nstudent  in  that  institution  :  \"We  recall,  certainly  Avith  no  complacent \nsense  of  superiority  for  the  colder  heart  of  manhood,  the  boyish  enthu- \nsiasm with  which  we  ourselves  hung  upon  his  accents  in  those  days. \nHe  seemed  to  express  and  embody  our  dreams  of  an  accomplished \nscholar  and  a  finished  man.  To  miss  hearing  him,  whenever  he \naddressed  the  public,  was  an  annoyance  which  rose  almost  to  the  dig- \nnity of  a  misfortune.  And  to  this  day,  we  confess  an  incapacity  to \napply  anything  like  an  impartial  judgment  to  his  earlier  discourses, \nbecause  they  are  so  indissolubly  associated  with  all  the  entrancements \nand  illusions  of  youth.  The  fresh  gales  of  the  morning  blow  around \nas  we  read,  and  the  dew  of  hope  lies  bright  once  more  upon  the  untried \nworld.  To  us,  there  are  words  between  the  lines.  Faces,  now  unknown \non  earth,  throng  back  upon  us,  and  we  listen  again  to  voices  locked  in \nthe  rugged  cell  of  death.  In  that  Nestor-like  disparaging  comparison, \nso  apt  to  come  with  coming  years,  we  have  sometimes  asked  ourselves, \nnot  merely  whether  there  was  any  one  now  capable  of  awakening  such \nenthusiasm  in  young  natures,  but  whether  the  feeling  still  survived,-- \nwhether  any  fairy  shapes  of  enchantment  yet  lingered  in  the  morning \ntwilight  of  life,  unscared  by  the  invading  blaze  of  useful  knowledge.\" \nAt  a  college  exhibition,  in  1817,  Mr.  Hillard  delivered  an  oration  on  the \n\n\n550  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nAbuses  of  Genius  ;  and,  when  a  candidate,  in  1831,  for  the  degree  of \nMaster  of  Arts,  ho  gave  another  oration,  on  the  Dangers  to  which  the \nMinds  of  Young  Men  in  our  country  are  exposed.  He  was  a  student \nin  the  Law  School  of  the  college  until  he  graduated,  in  1832,  when  he \nread  law  with  Charles  P.  Curtis,  Esq.,  and  was  an  attorney  at  the  Suf- \nfolk bar.  Mr.  Hillard  is  an  eminent  counsellor.  In  ,1835  he  married \nSusan  T.,  daughter  of  the  late  Judge  Howe,  of  Northampton.  In  1845 \nhe  was  elected  to  the  city  Council,  of  which  he  continued  a  member  until \nJuly,  1847,  and  was  two  years  its  president.  He  has  been  a  represent- \native to  the  State  Legislature,  and  was  elected  to  the  Senate  in  1849. \n\nThe  manly  and  decided  course  of  Mr.  Hillard,  in  the  State  Senate, \nelicited  from  Hon.  Daniel  Webster,  in  the  United  States  Senate,  a  warm \nresponse.  In  his  remarks  on  legislative  instructions  to  representatives \nin  Congress,  Mr.  Webster  made  a  happy  allusion  to  Mr.  Hillard,  March \n7, 1850.  He  said  it  had  become  quite  too  frequent  a  practice  for  State \nLegislatures  to  present  resolutions  in  Congress  on  all  subjects,  and  to \ninstruct  us  here  on  all  subjects.  \"  I  took  notice,  with  pleasure,\"  said \nMr.  Webster,  \"  of  some  remarks  on  this  subject,  made  the  other  day,  in \nthe  Senate  of  Massachusetts,  by  a  young  man  of  talent  and  of  character, \nfrom  whom  the  best  hopes  may  be  entertained.  I  mean  Mr.  Hillard. \nHe  told  the  Senate  of  Massachusetts  that  he  would  vote  for  no  instruc- \ntions whatever,  to  be  forwarded  to  members  of  Congress,  nor  for  any \nresolutions  to  be  oifered,  expressive  of  the  sense  of  Massachusetts  as \nto  Avhat  their  members  of  Congress  ought  to  do.  He  said  he  saw  no \npropriety  in  one  set  of  public  servants  giving  instructions  and  reading \nlectures  to  another  set  of  public  servants.  To  their  own  master  they \nmust  stand  or  fall,  and  that  master  is  their  constituents.''  Mr.  Webster \nfurther  remarked  :  \"If  the  question  be  one  which  affects  her  interest, \nand  at  the  same  time  affects  the  interests  of  all  other  States,  I  should \nno  more  regard  her  political  wishes  or  instructions,  than  I  would  regard \nthe  wishes  of  a  man  who  might  appoint  me  an  arbiter  or  referee  to \ndecide  some  important  private  right,  and  who  might  instruct  me  to \ndecide  in  his  favor.\" \n\nA  journalist,  in  noticing  the  oration  of  Mr.  Hillard  on  our  national \nindependence,  remarks  that  \"it  is  full  of  passages  of  the  highest  elo- \nquence, couched  in  language  of  a  Tyrian  dye.\"  The  clear  fountain  of \nsuch  a  mind  as  his  should  not  cease  to  pour  forth  copious  streams  for \nintellectual  refreshment.  Who  would  not  learn  a  lesson  from  his  beau- \ntiful little  moral  of  \"  A  Patch  on  both  Knees,  and  Gloves  on  \"  7    Ho \n\n\nJEROME   VAN    CROWNINGSHIELD   SMITH.  551* \n\nis  the  purest  classical  scholar,  of  his  generation,  in  the  Boston  bar. \nWho,  that  has  heard  his  public  lectures,  can  ever  forget  his  silvery  voice, \nits  melodious  intonations,  and  his  graceful  manner?  He  is  perfect \nmaster  of  a  soft  and  beautiful  diction.  His  style  is  never  entangled \namong  the  brambles  of  Carlyle,  whose  eccentric  language  and  figures \nare,  for  the  most  part,  as  thorns  to  good  taste ;  and  a  critic,  in  allusion \nto  his  oration  on  the  Relations  of  the  Poet  to  his  Age,  says  that  the \nexquisite  and  flowing  sentences  seem  allied  to  music,  and  touch  the \noutward  sense,  as  well  as  stir  the  fancy  and  excite  the  reflective  powers. \nWhat  Mr.  Hillard  felicitously  remarks  in  regard  to  the  orations  of \nEdward  Everett,  may  be  justly  applied  to  his  own  productions  :  \"We \ndo  not  find  in  them  careless  defects,  redeemed  by  careless  graces ;  nor \nepigrammatic  point ;  nor  that  picturesque  Mosaic  which  is  made  up  of \nchips  of  aphorisms  and  crystals  of  poetry :  nor  those  terse  and  racy \nexpressions  which  take  the  wings  of  proverbs  and  fly  over  the  land ; \nnor  those  inimitable  felicities  of  phrase,  which  dart  from  the  heart  of \ngenius  like  lightning  from  the  cloud.\" \n\nThe  introduction  and  notes  of  Mr.  Hillard  to  an  edition  of  the \nPoetical  Works  of  Edmund  Spenser,  in  five  volumes,  published  at \nBoston,  in  1839,  give  him  a  name  among  the  very  few  imperishable \nwriters  of  New  England.  He  says  of  the  Faerie  Queene  that  it  is  the \ndelight  of  imaginative  youth,  and  of  men  who  have  preserved,  in  man- \nhood, the  freshness  of  early  feeling,  and  ceased  not  to  reverence  the \ndreams  of  their  youth.  He  who,  at  forty,  reads  the  Faerie  Queene \nwith  as  much  delight  as  at  twenty,  is  pretty  sure  to  be  a  wise  and  a \nhappy  man. \n\nMr.  Hillard  is  author  of  a  Memoir  of  Henry  R.  Cleveland,  and  a \nMemoir  of  Capt.  John  Smith.  His  twelve  admirable  lectures  for  the \nLowell  Institute,  on  the  character  and  writings  of  John  Milton,  should \nbe  published  in  a  permanent  form,  as  they  are  identified  with  his  own \nliterary  history. \n\n\nJEROME  VAN   CROWNINGSHIELD   SMITH. \n\nJULY  4,  1835.     FOR  THE  PEOPLE  OF  SOUTH   BOSTON. \n\nWas  born  at  Conway,  N.  H.,  July  20,  1800,  and  was  son  of  Rich- \nard Ransom  Smith,  a  respectable  physician ;  and  his  mother  was  Sarah \n\n\n552  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nCuramings,  of  Hollis,  N.  H.  Had  a  degree  from  Brown  University, \nin  1818;  and  M.  D.  at  Williams  College,  -where,  in  1822,  he  vras \nelected  Professor  of  Anatomy  and  Physiology,  in  the  medical  depart- \nment, located  at  Pittsfield,  under  the  name  of  the  Berkshire  Medical \nInstitution,  which,  by  an  act  of  the  Legislature,  became  an  independent \ninstitution.  lie  married  Eliza  Maria,  daughter  of  Sheriff  Henry  Clin- \nton Brown,  of  Pittsfield,  Mass.  He  was  a  student  in  surgery  under \nthe  eminent  Dr.  William  Ingalls,  of  Boston.  Dr.  Smith  had  a  genius \nfor  statuary,  and  executed,  with  artistical  skill,  busts  of  Bishop  Fitz- \npatrick,  of  Hon.  Marshall  P.  Wilder,  Bishop  Eastburn,  and  others. \n\nDr.  Smith  established  the  Boston  Medical  Intelligencer,  in  quarto, \nand  was  the  editor.  It  had  loner  been  known  as  the  Boston  Medical \nand  Surgical  Journal,  when  it  assumed  the  octavo  form.  He  was  its \nconductor  through  more  than  forty  volumes,  and  it  is  a  good  index  of \nhis  mind.  He  prepared  valuable  notes  to  a  Boston  edition  of  Cooper's \nSurgery.  He  was  editor  of  the  Boston  Weekly  News  Letter,  in  two \nvolumes  octavo,  published  in  1825-26, —  an  excellent  local  historical \nchronicle,  scarcely  extant,  as  the  copies  Avere  mostly  destroyed  at  a \ngreat  fire  in  Court-street,  at  the  same  time  when  the  original  manu- \nscript of  Gov.  Winthrop's  Journal  was  also  destroyed.  He  prepared  a \nHistory  of  the  American  Indians,  published  anonymously,  by  Clark. \nHe  revised  an  English  reprint  of  the  ^Mother's  Medical  Guide,  with \nadditions.  Dr.  Smith  was  author  of  a  practical  treatise  on  the  Econ- \nomy, Habits  and  Culture,  of  the  Honey-bee ;  and  of  the  Revelations \nof  Mrs.  Fox,  an  amusing  satire  on  Animal  INIagnetism,  with  caricatures \nby  Johnston.  He  was  editor  of  six  volumes  of  Scientific  Tracts,  and \nof  Memoirs  of  Andrew  Jackson,  when  first  a  candidate  for  the  presi- \ndency. One  of  his  best  productions  is  the  Natural  History  of  the \nFishes  of  Massachusetts.  His  Class-book  of  Anatomy,  with  engrav- \nings, exhibits  a  mind  Avell  furnished  Avith  elementary  science.  As \neditor  of  the  American  Medical  Pocket-book,  he  aided  medical  science. \nHis  contributions  to  Bowen's  Picture  of  Boston  constitute  the  most \nvaluable  part  of  that  work.  He  has  done  much  for  the  Boston  Alma- \nnac. Dr.  Smith  has  kept  a  diary  of  historical  and  general  information, \nregarding  Boston,  for  a  period  of  more  than  twenty-five  years,  record- \ning facts  of  municipal  history  not  elsewhere  to  be  gathered.  It  will \nbe  a  valuable  legacy  to  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society.  Dr. \nSmith  has  been  a  man  of  untiring  industry. \n\nIn  1826  Dr.  Smith  was  elected  the  Port  Physician  for  Boston,  in \n\n\nJEROME  VAN  CROWNING  SHIELD  SMITH.  553 \n\nwhich  capacity  he  vaccinated  more  persons,  perhaps,  than  any  other \nphysician  in  New  England.  In  1837  he  was  elected  to  the  State  Leg- \nislature, and  succeeded  in  eftecting  an  alien  law  regarding  foreign  pau- \npers, for  the  collection  of  a  capitation  tax  on  foreigners  arriving  at  any \nport  in  Massachusetts ;  which  tax  was  devoted  to  defraying  the  expenses \nof  poor  and  sick  emigrants,  until  the  declaration  of  the  United  States \nSupreme  Court,  at  Washington,  deciding  that  the  collection  of  funds  was \nunconstitutional.  Dr.  Smith  has  been  a  useful  member  of  the  school \ncommittee,  and  was  a  justice  of  the  peace.  In  1848  he  was  again \nelected  to  the  Legislature,  and  was  chairman  of  a  special  joint  com- \nmittee on  alien  paupers.  He  prepared  a  statistical  document  on  the \npresent  condition  and  future  influence  that  the  great  influx  of  for- \neigners is  destined  to  exercise  over  the  condition  of  our  country.  In \nthe  same  year,  and  in  1852,  he  was  a  candidate  for  the  mayoralty  of \nBoston.  He  was  succeeded,  in  the  quarantine  department,  July  1849, \nby  Dr.  Henry  G.  Clark.  No  man  has  been  more  familiar  with  the \nnature  of  sinall-pox  and  kindred  loathsome  infections,  or  more  zeal- \nously devoted  to  the  cause,  than  the  subject  of  this  memoir. \n\nDr.  Smith  was  an  early  advocate  for  the  universal  introduction  of  pure \nwater  at  the  expense  of  the  city  of  Boston  ;  and  delivered  an  address  at \nthe  Masonic  Temple,  Feb.  5,  1834,  before  the  Massachusetts  Charitable \nMechanic  Association,  and  in  presence  of  the  city  authorities,  urging \nreasons  why  pure  water  should  be  adopted  by  the  city,  and  proposing  a \nschedule  for  the  supply  of  one  hundred  thousand  persons  from  Jamaica \nPond.  The  last,  and  not  least,  important  service  of  Dr.  Smith,  was  in \nthe  gathering  of  the  sons  of  New  Hampshire  at  the  great  hall  of  the \nFitchburg  depot,  Nov.  7,  1849.  It  was  on  his  invitation  that  a  few \nfriends  met  at  his  residence.  No.  12  Bowdoin-street.  and  in  the  base- \nment-room decided,  Oct.  9,  1848,  to  attempt  the  first  universal  gath- \nering of  the  whole  brotherhood  of  a  State,  in  the  United  States.  He \nhas  been  a  frequent  lecturer  on  scientific  subjects.  His  extensive  eru- \ndition, and  remarkably  bland  and  social  manners,  render  his  society \nhighly  captivating.  In  the  spring  of  1850  he  made  the  tour  of  Europe \nand  Asia,  and  was  a  constant  contributor  to  Boston  journals  during  his \ntravels.     He  is  author  of  a  Pilgrimage  to  Egypt  and  Palestine. \n\nThe  oration  of  Dr.  Smith  on  our  national  birthday  is  almost  the \n\nonly  purely  historical  performance  in  this  collection.     It  relates  the \n\nancient  history  of  Mattapan  Neck,  the  noble  feat  of  Washington  on  the \n\nheights  of  Dorchester,  and  its  annexation  to  Boston  by  the  annexation \n\n47 \n\n\n554  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  South  Boston  Bridge,  in  1804.  He  remarks  that  the  preservation \nof  Boston,  and  the  pohtical  redemption  of  North  America,  was  effected \non  Dorchester  Heights. \n\nWe  cannot  resist  the  pleasure  of  alluding  to  an  impressive  incident \nthat  occurred  during  the  delivery  of  this  oration.  There  was  present \nin  the  audience  a  venerable  person,  then  supposed  to  be  one  hundred \nyears  of  age,  who  was  addressed  by  the  orator,  on  rising  from  his  seat, \nsupported  on  one  side  by  Col.  Henry  Purkitt,  and  by  Maj.  Benjamin \nRussell  on  the  other  side  of  him,  amid  the  whole  audience,  standing \nand  gazing  with  intense  interest.  It  appeared  afterwards,  however, \nthat  the  aged  veteran  had  mistaken  his  age;  as,  according  to  the \nBoston  records,  he  was  born  August  25,  1742,  being  ninety-three \nyears  of  age.  A  Memoir  of  George  Robert  Twelves  HcAves,  one  of  the \nBoston  Tea  Party  of  1773,  was  published,  written  by  B.  B.  Thacher. \nHe  died  at  Little  Herkimer,  Herkimer  county,  N.  Y.,  Nov.  5,  1840, \naged  ninety-eight.     Dr.  Smith  said  : \n\n\"  Nearly  the  last  of  that  fearless  company  of  patriots  who  consti- \ntuted the  celebrated  Boston  Tea  Party  is  now  before  the  audience, — \nthe  venerable  relic  of  a  century.  This  is  Mr.  George  Robert  Twelves \nHewes,  who  will  be  one  hundred  years  old  on  the  5th  day  of  the  coming \nSeptember,  formerly  a  citizen  of  Boston, —  and  who,  on  the  verge  of \neternity,  earnestly  desired  to  revisit  the  early  scenes  of  youth,  that  his \neyes  might  be  gladdened  with  objects  in  which  they  once  delighted. \nHow  wonderful !  One  hundred  years  of  age  !  —  yet  in  the  full  posses- \nsion of  his  faculties,  and  susceptible  of  all  the  enjoyments  and  pleasures \nof  social  intercourse. \n\n\"Let  the  youth  who  have  this  rare  opportunity  of  gazing  upon  the \nfeatures  of  this  extraordinary, —  this  last  man,  as  it  were, —  remem- \nber the  circumstance,  that  in  their  old  age  they  may  say  to  their  chil- \ndren, they  saw,  on  the  4th  of  July,  1835,  a  man  who  assisted  in  throw- \ning into  the  ocean  three  cargoes  of  tea,  in  order  to  resist  the  exactions \nof  foreign  taskmasters.  And  may  the  spirit  which  animated  him  on \nthat  remarkable  occasion  live  in  them  and  their  posterity,  Avhile  home \nhas  endearments,  and  true  patriotism  exists  in  the  land  which  gave \nthem  birth  !  Venerable  old  man  !  May  Heaven's  choicest  blessings \nrest  upon  your  frosted  head !  Since  you  were  born,  three  hundred \nmilhons  of  human  beings  have  probably  gone  down  to  the  grave ;  and \nyet  you  are  spared,  by  Divine  Providence,  to  be  a  living  monitor  to  us, \nto  cherish  our  precious  institutions,  and  to  transmit  them  unimpaired \n\n\nTHEOPIULI'S   FISKE. —  JOSEPH   STORY.  555 \n\nto  succeeding  generations.  Though  you  come  to  the  land  of  your \nchildhood  leaning  upon  a  staflf,  and  feeling  your  dependence  on  the \ncharities  of  a  selfish  world,  you  are  surrounded  by  friends  \"who  feel  that \ntheir  prosperity  is  referable  to  the  privations,  sacrifices  and  personal \nlabors,  of  you  and  your  brave  associates  in  arms.  May  your  last  days \nbe  peaceful,  calm,  and  happy ;  and  with  your  last  breath,  I  beseech \nyou,  invoke  a  blessing  on  our  common  country  ! \n\n*  May  your  last  days  in  one  smooth  channel  run, \nAnd  end  in  pleasure,  as  they  first  begun.'  \" \n\n\nTHEOPHILUS   FISKE. \n\nJULY   4,  1835.     FOR  THE  TRADES   UNION, \n\nWas  born  at  Wilton,  N.  H.,  and  married,  at  Cazenovia,  N,  Y.,  May, \n1851,  Susan,  daughter  of  Hon.  Justin  Dwinette.  The  subject  of  Mr. \nFiske,  in  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article,  was  on  Capital  against \nLabor.  It  was  delivered  at  Julien  Hall.  At  this  period  he  was  editor \nof  the  Workingman's  Advocate.  He  removed  to  Virginia,  in  1841, \nand  published  the  Political  Reformer.  He  entered  the  ministry,  and \nwas  for  a  period  the  pastor  of  a  Universalist  church  in  Philadelphia ; \nhas  since  become  a  practical  biologist,  or  mesmerizer. \n\n\nJOSEPH   STORY. \n\nOCT.  15,  1835.    EULOGY  ON  CinEP  JUSTICE  MARSHALL.    FOR  THE  SUFFOLK \n\nBAR. \n\nIn  the  eulogy  before  us,  Justice  Story  thus  expressively  enlarges \non  the  capacity  of  Marshall  as  the  expositor  of  constitutional  law  :  \"  It \nwas  here  that  he  stood  confessedly  without  a  rival,  whether  we  regard \nhis  thorough  knowledge  of  our  civil  and  political  history,  his  admira- \nble powers  of  illustration  and  generalization,  his  scrupulous  integrity \nand  exactness  in  interpretation,  or  his  consummate  skill  in  moulding \nhi3  own  genius  into  its  elements,  as  if  they  had  constituted  the  exclu- \n\n\n556  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nsive  study  of  his  life.  His  proudest  epitaph  may  be  written  in  a  single \nline, —  Here  lies  the  Expounder  of  the  Constitution  of  the  United \nStates.  I  am  aware  of  the  force  of  this  language,  and  have  no  desire \nto  qualify  it.  The  task  which  he  had  to  perform  was  far  different  from \nthat  which  belongs  to  the  debates  in  other  places,  where  topics  may  be \nchosen,  and  expressed  or  avoided,  as  the  occasion  may  require.  In \nthe  forum,  there  is  no  choice  of  topics  to  be  urged,  there  are  no  pas- \nsions to  be  addressed,  there  are  no  interests  to  be  courted.  Critical \ninquiries,  nice  discriminations,  severe  inductions,  and  progressive  dem- \nonstrations, are  demanded  upon  the  very  points  on  which  the  contro- \nversy hinges.  Every  objection  must  be  met  and  sifted ;  and  answered, \nnot  by  single  flashes  of  thought,  but  by  the  closest  logic,  reasoning  out \nevery  successive  position  with  a  copious  and  convincing  accuracy. \n\n\"  Let  it  be  remembered,  that  when  Chief  Justice  Marshall  first  took \nhis  seat  on  the  bench,  scarcely  more  than  two  or  three  questions  of  con- \nstitutional law  had  ever  engaged  the  attention  of  the  Supreme  Court. \nAs  a  science,  constitutional  law  was  then  confessedly  new ;   and  that \nportion  of  it,  in  an  especial  manner,  which  may  be  subjected  to  judicial \nscrutiny,  had  been  explored  by  few  minds,  even  in  the  most  general \nforms  of  inquiry.     Let  it  be  remembered,  that,  in  the  course  of  his \njudicial  life,  numerous  questions  of  a  practical  nature,  and  involving \ninterests  of  vast  magnitude,  have  been  constantly  before  the  Court, \nwhere  there  was  neither  guide  nor  authority,  but  all  was  to  be  wrought \nout  by  general  principles.     Let  it  be  remembered,  that  texts  which \nscarcely  cover  the  breadth  of  a  finger  have  been  since  interpreted, \nexplained,  limited  and  adjusted,  by  judicial  commentaries,  which  are \nnow  extended  into  volumes.     Let  it  be  remembered,  that  the  highest \nlearning,  genius  and  eloquence,  of  the  bar,  have  been  employed  to \nraise  doubts  and  fortify  objections ;  that  State  sovereignties  have  stood \nimpeached  in  their  legislation,  and  rights  of  the  most  momentous  nature \nhave  been  suspended  upon  the  issue ;  that,  under  such  circumstances, \nthe  infirmities  of  false  reasoning,  the  glosses  of  popular  appeal,  the \nscattered  fire  of  irregular  and  inconclusive  assertion,  and  the  want  of \ncomprehensive  powers  of  analysis,  had  no  chance  to  escape  the  instant \ndetection  of  the  profession.     Let  these  things,  I  say,  be  remembered, \nand  who  does  not  at  once  perceive  that  the  task  of  expounding  the \nconstitution,  under  such  circumstances,  required  almost  superhuman \nabilities  ?     It  demanded  a  mind  in  which  vast  reaches  of  thought  should \nbe  combined  with  patience  of  investigation,  sobriety  of  judgment,  fear- \n\n\nJOSEPH  STORY.  557 \n\nlessness  of  consequences,  and  mastery  of  the  principles  of  interpreta- \ntion, to  an  extent  rarely  belonging  to  the  most  gifted  of  our  race. \n\n\"  How  this  gigantic  task  of  expounding  the  constitution  was  met  and \nexecuted  by  Chief  Justice  Marshall,  let  the  profession  —  let  the  public \n■—  decide.  Situated  as  I  am,  I  may  not  speak  for  others  upon  such  an \noccasion.  But,  having  sat  by  his  side  during  twenty-four  years  ;  hav- \ning witnessed  his  various  constitutional  labors ;  having  heard  many  of \nthose  exquisite  judgments,  the  fruits  of  his  own  unassisted  meditations, \nfrom  which  the  Court  has  derived  so  much  honor, —  et  nos  aliqxiod \nnonienquc  decusque  sfesslmus, —  I  confess  myself  unable  to  find  lan- \nguage sufficiently  expressive  of  my  admiration  and  reverence  of  his \ntranscendent  genius.  While  I  have  followed  his  footsteps, —  not  as  I \ncould  have  wished,  but  as  I  have  been  able,  at  humble  distances, —  in \nhis  splendid  judicial  career,  I  have  constantly' felt  the  liveliest  gratitude \nto  that  beneficent  Providence  Avhich  created  him  for  the  age,  that  his \ntalents  might  illustrate  the  law,  his  vii-tues  adorn  the  bench,  and  his \njudgments  establish  the  perpetuity  of  the  constitution  of  the  country. \nSuch  is  my  humble  tribute  to  his  memory.  His  scdtem  accnmalcm \ndonis,  ct  fnna;ar  inavl  imtnere.  The  praise  is  sincere,  though  it \nmay  be  perishable.  Not  so  his  fame.  It  will  flow  on  to  the  most  dis- \ntant ages.  Even  if  the  constitution  of  his  country  should  perish,  his \nglorious  judgments  will  still  remain  to  instruct  mankind,  until  liberty \nshall  cease  to  be  a  blessing,  and  the  science  of  jurisprudence  shall  vanish \nfrom  the  catalogue  of  human  pursuits.\" \n\nJoseph  Story,  a  son  of  Dr.  Elisha  Story,  was  born  at  Marblohead, \nMass.,  Sept.  18,  1779.  His  father  Avas  a  native  of  Boston,  an  active \nactor  in  the  Tea  Party  of  1773,  and  a  surgeon  in  the  army  of  the  Rev- \nolution. His  primary  education  was  received  in  the  academy  of  his \nnative  town,  under  the  care  of  the  Rev.  Dr.  Harris,  and  Michael  Walsh, \nthe  noted  author  of  the  Mercantile  Arithmetic.  He  graduated  at  Har- \nvard College,  in  1798,  on  which  occasion  his  theme  was  a  poem  on \n\"  Reason.\"  He  pursued  the  study  of  law  with  Chief  Justice  Samuel \nSewall,  of  IMarblehcad,  where  he  attempted  to  read  Coke  on  Littleton, \nin  the  folio  edition,  thatched  over  with  those  manifold  annotations  which \ncause  the  best-trained  lawyer  \"to  gasp  and  stare.\"  As  he  strove  in \nvain  to  force  his  weary  way  through  its  rugged  page,  he  was  filled  with \ndespair.  It  was  but  for  a  moment.  The  tears  poured  from  his  eyes \nupon  the  open  book.  Those  tears,  says  Sumner,  Avere  his  precious  bap- \ntism into  the  learning  of  the  law.  From  that  time  forth,  he  persevered \n47* \n\n\nfjSB  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nwith  confirmed  ardor  and  confidence,  -without  let  or  hindrance.  He \npursued  his  legal  studies  at  Salem,  under  Judge  Samuel  Putnam.  In \n1801  he  was  admitted  to  the  Essex  bar,  and  it  is  said  was  the  only \navowed  Democrat  at  that  period  among  the  lawyers  of  that  county. \nThis  obstacle  to  his  success  soon  gave  way  to  his  attainments  and \npeculiar  tact  for  his  profession. \n\nHe  has  often  avowed  that  literature  was  his  earliest  passion,  which \nyielded  to  the  stern  requirements  of  duty  beckoning  him  to  the  toils  of \nprofessional  life ;  and  those  who  knew  him  best  cannot  forget  that  this \nsentiment  pervaded  his  days,  remarks  Sumner,  as  with  the  perfume  of \nflowers.  Being  ardent  in  poetic  fancy,  and  of  a  brilliant  imagination, \nhis  leisure  time  was  devoted  to  the  weaving  a  poem,  published  in  1804, \non  the  Power  of  Solitude,  the  idea  of  which  was  conceived  by  the  sen- \ntimental work  of  Zimmerman.  A  collection  of  his  poetical  effusions \nare  jrathered  in  the  second  edition  of  this  volume.  This  production, \nthough  a  ftxvorite  effort  of  the  author,  as  it  is  related,  like  the  Paradise \nRegained  to  the  taste  of  Milton,  never  heightened  the  power  of  his \ninfluence  as  a  poet,  and  it  has  slowly  passed  away  from  the  bookseller's \nshelves,  as  a  thing  of  mediocrity ;  yet  the  gushings  of  a  warm  heart- \nstream  down  its  pages.  It  has  been  expressively  said  of  perishable \npoetry,  that  it  is  unnoticed  by  men,  and  abhorred  by  the  gods. \n\nIn  1804  Mr.  Story  delivered  at  Salem  a  Democratic  oration  on  our \nnational  independence.  In  allusion  to  Jefferson,  he  says,  in  this  ora- \ntion, *•  The  fiime  of  our  illustrious  administration  is  not  left  to  the  per- \nishable breath  of  man.  It  is  recorded  in  deeds  which  shall  descend  to \nposterity,  and  give  immortality  to  national  gratitude.  Jefferson  has  not \nlived  for  his  own  age.  The  hand  which  traced  the  Declaration  of  Inde- \npendence may  crumble  in  the  dust,  but  the  labors  of  thirty  years \ndevoted  to  the  pubhc  service  have  insured  a  title  to  a  glorious  perpe- \ntuity.\" So  ardent  was  he  in  political  zeal,  that  he  engaged  in  a  per- \nsonal rencounter,  it  is  related,  with  Gen.  Haskett  Derby,  in  one  of  the \nstreets  of  Salem.  In  1805  he  was  elected  to  the  State  Legislature,  of \nwhich  he  was  a  member  until  his  election  to  Congress,  in  1809,  where \nhe  served  only  during  that  session,  when  he  declined  being  a  candidate. \nIn  1810  he  was  again  elected  to  the  State  Legislature.  In  1811  Mr. \nStory  was  chosen  Speaker  of  the  House,  and  resigned  Jan.  12,  1812. \nWhen  in  the  State  Legislature,  he  exerted  a  controlling  influence  on \njudicial  reform,  religious  taxation,  and  other  objects.  Mr.  Story  has  the \ntraditionary  reputation  of  originating  the  project  of  newly  forming  the \n\n\nJOSEPH   STORY.  559 \n\nBenatorial  districts,  for  the  purpose  of  insuring  a  Democratic  majority \nin  the  Senate.  It  is  highly  probable,  however,  that  the  lion.  Samuel \nDana,  -who  was  President  of  the  Senate  in  that  session,  was  the  orig- \ninator of  this  measure,  which  was  caricatured  in  the  Boston  Gazette  of \nMarch,  1812,  by  an  engraving,  executed  by  E.  Tisdale,  a  miniature \npainter,  representing  the  new  order  of  districting  in  the  form  of  an \nunsightly  skeleton,  and  was  first  exhibited  in  the  Centinel  office. \n•Washington  Allston,  calling  there  with  James  Ogilvie,  a  lecturer  on \n■oratory,  and  noticing  the  figure,  remarked  to  Russell,  the  editor, \n*'  What  an  odd-looking  creature  is  this  !  it  looks  like  a  salamander.\" \nOn  which  Ogilvie,  quick  as  light,  replies,  \"Why,  let  it  be  named \nGerrymander,  for  the  governor.\"  We  relate  this  on  the  authority  of \nDr.  Joseph  Palmer,  who  had  the  statement  from  Benjamin  Russell. \nThis  impolitic  districting  effected  a  reaction,  giving  the  Federal  party \na  decided  majority  in  the  Legislature ;  the  districts  were  altered  to \ntheir  former  order,  and  the  Federalists  had  the  ascendency  for  twelve \nsucceeding  years.  The  history  of  the  Gerrymander  is  a  beacon  for \npolitical  intolerance. \n\n•  When  in  Congress,  Mr.  Story  proposed  an  increase  of  the  navy, \nand  exerted  every  nerve  for  the  repeal  of  Jefferson's  Embargo  Act. \nwhich  was  effected ;  and  Jefferson  said,  \"All  this  I  ascribe  to  one \nStory,  a  pseudo  Repubhcan.\"  Mr.  Story  said,  in  a  letter  written  in \n1812,  \"Mr.  Jefferson  has  honored  me,  by  attributing  to  my  influence \nthe  repeal  of  the  Embargo  Act.  I  freely  admit  that  I  did  all  I  could \nto  accomplish  it,  though  I  returned  home  before  the  act  passed.  The \nvery  eagerness  with  which  the  repeal  Avas  supported  by  a  majority  of \nthe  Republican  party  ought  to  have  taught  Mr.  Jefferson  that  it  was \nalready  considered  by  them  as  a  miserable  and  mischievous  failure.'\" \nMr.  Story,  after  this,  became  greatly  dissatisfied  with  the  Democi-atic \nparty,  and  favored  the  Republican  party,  but  not  Avith  so  much  zeal, \npreferring,  with  singleness  of  heart,  a  devotion  to  his  profession.  It  is \nevident  that  the  striking  disparity  between  the  generous  policy  of \nWashinsi-ton  and  the  severe  and  exclusive  measures  of  Jefferson  decitled \nthe  discerning  mind  of  Story  to  an  abandonment  of  Democracy.  In- \ndeed, Justice  Story  stated,  in  a  letter  dated  Jan.  23,  1831  :  \"I  was \nalways,  at  all  times,  a  firm  believer  in  the  doctrines  of  Washington :  and \nan  admirer  of  his  conduct  and  principles,  during  his  whole  administra- \ntion, though  they  were  to  me  matters  of  history.  I  read  and  examined \nhis  principles,  and  have  made  them,  in  a  great  measure,  the  rule  and \n\n\n560  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n\nguide  of  my  life.  I  was,  and  always  have  been,  a  lover,  a  devoted \nlover,  of  the  constitution  of  the  United  States,  and  a  friend  to  the  Union \nof  the  States.  I  never  wished  to  bring  the  government  to  a  mere \nconfederacy  of  States,  but  to  preserve  the  power  of  the  general  govern- \nment, given  by  all  the  States,  in  full  exercise  for  their*  protection  and \npreservation.\" \n\nMr.  Story  was  married,  in  1805,  to  Mary  Lynde,  daughter  of  Rev. \nThomas  Fitch  Oliver,  an  Episcopal  clergyman  of  Salem.  She  was  a \nlady  of  rare  literary  knowledge,  and  warm  affection,  who  died  in  a \nshort  period ;  and  he  married  a  second  time, —  Sarah  Waldo  Wetmore, \nof  Boston,  Aug.  28,  1808,  by  whom  he  had  all  his  children. \n\nThe  station  of  an  associate  judge  of  the  U.  S.  Supreme  Judicial \nCourt  was  vacated,  November,  1811,  by  the  decease  of  Hon.  Wil- \nliam Gushing,  of  Scituate,  who  had  occupied  it  from  the  organization \nof  the  government.  It  was  offered  to  John  Quincy  Adams,  who \ndeclined.  President  INIadison  then  nominated  Joseph  Story,  who  was \nat  that  time  only  thirty-two  years  of  age, —  an  instance  unprecedented \nin  this  republic,  or  of  Great  Britain,  of  such  a  youthful  appointment. \nHis  fervent  love  of  truth,  and  sound  legal  learning,  evinced  that  never \nwas  a  measure  more  amply  justified  in  the  result.  In  1829  Justice \nStorv  was  appointed  professor  of  the  Dane  Law  School  of  Harvard \nUniversity,  and  settled  at  Cambridge.  In  1820  he  was  a  delegate  to \nthe  convention  for  revising  the  State  constitution,  where  he  exerted  his \npowers  to  secure  the  independence  of  the  judiciary. \n\nIn  the  excellent  Memoir  of  the  Life  and  Times  of  Judge  Story, \nedited  by  his  son, —  a  work  of  inestimable  value,  especially  to  the  law \nstudent, —  appears  a  relation  of  his  literary  and  domestic  habits,  which \nwe  herewith  take  pleasure  to  insert : \n\n\"From  the  time  this  work  [Commentaries  on  Bailments]  was \ncompleted,  my  father  had  been  engaged  upon  his  '  Commentaries  on \nthe  Constitution  of  the  United  States ; '  and,  towards  the  latter  part  of \nthe  year  1832,  he  completed  the  manuscript,  and  began  to  print,  hav- \ning been  only  about  a  year  and  a  half  in  writing  the  three  volumes  of \nthis  learned  and  elaborate  work.  When  it  is  considered  that  this  was \naccomplished  in  the  intervals  between  his  double  duties  as  professor \nand  judge, —  each  of  which  would  seem  to  be  sufficient  to  occupy,  if \nnot  to  exhaust,  an  intellect  even  of  energy  and  power, —  his  fertility \nof  mind,  and  great  resources,  as  well  as  his  power  of  enduring  contin- \nuous labor,  appear  extraordinary.     During  the  period  occupied  in  the \n\n\nJOSEPH  STORY.  561 \n\nwriting  of  these  Commentaries  on  the  Constitution,  three  months  of  his \ntime  had  been  spent  in  attendance  on  the  Supreme  Court  at  Washing- \nton, where  he  had  borne  his  full  part  in  preparing  the  judgments  of  the \ncourt ;  he  had  also  attended  all  his  circuits  in  Maine,  New  Hampshire, \nRhode  Island  and  Massachusetts,  and  written  the  opinions  of  that  year, \nreported  in  the  first  volume  of  Sumner's  Reports ;  he  had  corrected \nand  printed  his  Commentaries  on  Bailments,  carefully  examining  every \nproof  and  revise ;  he  had  lectured  from  two  to  three  hours,  every  other \nday,  in  the  Law  School,  while  he  was  at  Cambridge ;  he  had  attended \nat  the  moot-courts ;  and,  besides  all  this,  he  had  written  the  address  at \nthe  consecration  of  Mount  Auburn,  the  notice  of  Chief  Justice  Parker, \nhad  conducted  an  extensive  correspondence,  and  had  been  ill  nearly  a \nmonth. \n\n\"  The  secrets  by  which  he  was  enabled  to  accomplish  so  much  in  so \nshort  a  time  were,  systematic  industry,  variation  of  labor,  and  concen- \ntration of  mind.  He  was  never  idle.  He  knew  the  value  of  those \nodds  and  ends  of  time  which  are  so  often  thrown  away  as  useless,  and \nhe  turned  them  all  to  good  account.  His  time  and  his  work  were \napportioned,  so  that  there  was  always  something  ready  for  the  waste \ntime  to  be  expended  upon.  He  varied  his  labor,  never  overworking \nhimself  on  one  subject,  never  straining  his  faculties  too  long  in  one \ndirection,  but  recreating  himself  by  change  of  occupation.  '  Le \nchangement  d' etude  est  toujour s  relachenient  pour  moit.'  said \nD'Agueseau  of  himself;  and  so  my  father  found  it.  He  never  suf- \nfered himself  to  become  nervous  or  excited  in  his  studies ;  but.  the \nmoment  that  one  employment  began  to  irritate  him,  he  abandoned  it \nfor  another,  which  should  exercise  different  faculties.  When  he  worked, \nit  was  with  his  Avhole  mind,  and  with  a  concentration  of  all  his  powers \nupon  the  subject  in  hand.  Listlessness  and  half  attention  bring  little \nto  pass.     What  was  worth  doing  at  all,  he  thought  worth  doing  Avell. \n\n\"  And  here  it  may  be  interesting  to  state  his  personal  habits  during \nthe  day.  He  arose  at  seven  in  summer,  and  at  half-past  seven  in \nwinter, —  never  earlier.  If  breakfast  was  not  ready,  he  went  at  once \nto  his  library,  and  occupied  the  interval,  whether  it  was  five  minutes \nor  fifty,  in  writing.  When  the  family  assembled,  he  was  called,  and \nbreakfasted  with  them.  After  breakfast,  he  sat  in  the  drawing-room, \nand  spent  from  a  half  to  three-quarters  of  an  hour  in  reading  the \nnewspapers  of  the  day.  He  then  returned  to  his  study,  and  wrote \nuntil  the  bell  sounded  for  his  lecture  at  the  Law  School.     After  lee- \n\n\n562  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nturing  for  two,  and  sometimes  three  hours,  he  returned  to  his  study, \nand  worked  until  two  o'clock,  when  he  was  called  to  dinner.  To  his \ndinner  (which,  on  his  part,  was  always  simple)  he  gave  an  hour ;  and \nthen  again  betook  himself  to  his  study,  where,  in  the  winter  time,  he \nworked  as  long  as  the  daylight  lasted,  unless  called  away  by  a  visiter, \nor  obliged  to  attend  a  moot-court.  Then  he  came  down  and  joined  the \nfamily,  and  work  for  the  day  was  over.  Tea  came  in  at  about  seven \no'clock, —  and  how  lively  and  gay  was  he  then,  chatting  over  the  most \nfamiliar  topics  of  the  day,  or  entering  into  deeper  currents  of  con- \nversation with  equal  ease !  All  of  his  law  he  left  up  stairs  in  his \nlibrary ;  he  was  here  the  domestic  man  in  his  home.  During  the \nevening  he  received  his  friends,  and  he  was  rarely  without  company ; \nbut,  if  alone,  he  read  some  new  publication  of  the  day, —  the  reviews, \na  novel,  an  English  newspaper ;  sometimes  corrected  a  proof-sheet, \nlistened  to  music,  or  talked  with  the  family,  or,  what  was  very  com- \nmon, played  a  game  of  backgammon  with  my  mother.  This  was  the \nonly  game  of  the  kind  that  he  liked.  Cards  and  chess  he  never \nplayed. \n\n\"  In  the  summer  afternoons  he  left  his  library  towards  twilight,  and \nmight  always  be  seen  by  the  passer-by  sitting  with  his  family  under \nthe  portico,  talking  or  reading  some  hght  pamphlet  or  newspaper,  often \nsurrounded  by  friends,  and  making  the  air  ring  with  his  gay  laugh. \nThis,  with  the  interval  occupied  by  tea,  would  last  until  nine  o'clock. \nGenerally,  also,  the  summer  afternoon  was  varied,  three  or  four  times \na  week,  in  fair  weather,  by  a  drive  with  my  mother  of  about  an  hour \nthrough  the  surrounding  country,  in  an  open  chaise.  At  about  ten  or \nhalf-past  ten  he  retired  for  the  night,  never  varying  a  half-hour  from \nthis  time.\" \n\nSir  James  Mackintosh  has  said  of  his  Decisions  of  Admiralty  and \nPrize,  that  they  were  justly  admired  by  all  cultivators  of  the  Law  of \nNations.  Story's  opinions  have  often  been  cited  as  authority  in  West- \nminster Hall ;  and  the  Chief  Justice  of  England  has  made  the  remark- \nable declaration,  with  regard  to  a  point  on  which  Story  had  differed \nfrom  the  Queen's  Bench,  that  his  opinion  would  at  least  neutralize  the \neffect  of  the  English  decision,  and  induce  any  one  to  consider  the  ques- \ntion as  an  open  one.  In  a  debate  in  the  House  of  Lords,  he  was  char- \nacterized, by  Lord  Campbell,  as  greater  than  any  law  writer  of  which \nEngland  could  boast,  or  which  she  could  bring  forward,  since  the  days \nof  Blackstone. \n\n\nJOSEPH   STORY.  563 \n\nAt  a  meeting  of  the  Suffolk  bar,  Sept.  12,  1845,  occasioned  by  the \ndecease  of  Hon.  Judge  Story,  -which  occurred  on  the  10th  instant, \nDaniel  Webster  remarked  that  Justice  Story  has,  in  some  measure, \nrepaid  a  debt  which  America  owes  to  England ;  and  the  mother  can \nreceive  from  the  daughter,  without  humiliation  and  without  envy,  the \nreversed  hereditary  transmission  from  the  child  to  the  parent.  By  the \ncomprehensiveness  of  his  mind,  and  by  his  vast  and  varied  attainments, \nhe  was  best  fitted  to  compare  the  codes  of  different  nations,  and  com- \nprehend the  results  of  such  research.  And  Judge  Davis,  speaking  of \nhis  legal  opinions  and  well-digested  commentaries,  remarked,  at  this \nmeeting,  that  they  are  a  treasure  for  his  country,  and  of  civilized  man \nin  every  region,  and  will  be  gratefully  admired  and  cherished  so  long \nas  the  light  and  love  of  all  good  learning  shall  remain  unextinguished. \n\nWe  cannot  withhold  the  warm  tribute  of  Charles  Sumner,  who  was \nlong  a  devoted  student  at  the  feet  of  our  profound  jurist,  and  had \ncherished  towards  him  a  strong  affection :  \"It  has  been  my  fortune  to \nsee,  or  to  know,  the  chief  jurists  of  our  times,  in  the  classical  countries \nof  jurisprudence,  France  and  Germany.  I  remember  well  the  pointed \nand  effective  manner  and  style  of  Dupin,  in  the  delivery  of  one  of  his \nmasterly  opinions  in  the  highest  court  of  France.  I  recall  the  pleasant \nconversation  of  Pardessus,  to  whom  commercial  and  maritime  law  is \nunder  a  larger  debt,  perhaps,  than  to  any  other  mind,  while  he  descanted \non  his  favorite  theme.  I  wander,  in  fancy,  to  the  gentle  presence  of \nhim,  Avith  flowing  silver  locks,  who  was  so  dear  to  Germany, — -Thibaut, — \nthe  expounder  of  tlie  Roman  law,  and  the  earnest  and  successful  advo- \ncate of  a  just  scheme  for  the  reduction  of  the  unwritten  law  to  the  cer- \ntainty of  a  written  text.  From  Heidelberg  I  fly  to  Berlin,  where  I \nlisten  to  the  grave  lectures  and  mingle  in  the  social  circle  of  Savigny, \nBO  stately  in  person  and  peculiar  in  countenance,  whom  all  the  conti- \nnent of  Europe  delight  to  honor  ;  —  but  my  heart  and  my  judgment, \nuntravelled,  fondly  turn,  with  new  love  and  admiration,  to  my  Cam- \nbridge teacher  and  friend.  Jurisprudence  has  many  arrows  in  her \ngolden  quiver,  but  Avhere  is  one  to  compare  with  that  which  is  now \nspent  on  the  earth?  \"  In  all  coming  time,  our  courts  of  justice  will \nconcede  to  Joseph  Story  the  enviable  fame  of  such  liberal  interpreta- \ntions of  the  common  law,  and  enlightened  judicial  decisions,  that  w« \nhope  what  Vincentio  says,  in  Measure  for  Measure,  regarding  the  stat- \nutes and  decrees  of  Austria,  may  never  be  said  of  this  republic  : \n\n\n564  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   0RAT0R3. \n\n\"  Wc  have  strict  statutes,  and  most  biting  laws. \nThe  needful  bits  and  curbs  for  headstrong  steeds, \nWhich  for  these  fourteen  years  we  have  let  sleep. \nNow,  as  fond  fathers, \n\nHaving  bound  up  the  threatening  twigs  of  birch. \nOnly  to  stick  it  in  their  children's  sight. \nFor  terror,  not  to  use,  —  in  time,  the  rod \nBecomes  more  mocked  than  feared,  —  so  our  decrees. \nDead  to  infliction,  to  themselves  are  dead  ; \nAnd  Liberty  plucks  Justice  by  the  nose.\" \n\n\nHENRY   WILLIS   KINSMAN. \n\nJULY  4,  183C.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES \n\nWas  born  at  Portland  ;  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College,  in  1822 ; \nread  law  with  Daniel  Webster,  and  became  his  partner  in  practice,  in \n1827.  He  married  Elizabeth,  daughter  of  Benjamin  Willis,  Esq.,  of \nHaverhill,  Mass.  He  was  a  member  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable \nArtillery  Company,  in  1830  ;  was  captain  of  the  City  Guards ;  was  a \nmember  of  the  Boston  city  Council  in  1832,  and  was  of  the  State \nSenate  in  1841.  He  was  the  collector  for  Newburyport  in  1841,  and \nwas  again  appointed  by  President  Taylor,  in  1849.  to  the  same  station. \n\n\nDAVID   HENSHAW. \n\nJULY  4,  1836.    FOR  CITIZENS  FROM  ALL  PARTS  OF  THE  STATE,  AT  FANEUIL \n\nHALL. \n\nIn  this  bold  and  manly  performance,  our  orator  says:  \"We  are \nwont  to  look  back  and  compare  our  republic  with  the  ancient  republics \nof  Greece  and  Rome.  The  constitutions  of  those  renowned  nations,  in \nturn  the  mistresses  of  the  world,  were  raised  upon  foundations  so  rad- \nically different  from  our  own,  surrounded  by  circumstances  and  influ- \nences so  foreign  from  those  of  the  present  age,  that  they  can  no  more \nbe  compared  with  us,  than  we  with  the  Chinese.  Our  government  is, \nsui  generis,  the  first  of  its  race.  It  sprung  into  hfe  from  the  voice \nof  the  people,  as  Minerva  sprang  from  the  head  of  Jupiter.     We  can \n\n\n-     •       DAVID   HENSHAW.  566 \n\nonly  measure  our  progress  by  comparing  the  different  epochs  of  our \nown  history.  By  this  measure,  we  shall  find  that  we  have  made  great \nadvances.  AVe  shall  perceive  that,  as  Democratic  doctrines  have  pre- \nvailed,—  as  the  Democratic  party  has  held  the  reins  of  power, —  so \nhas  our  progress  in  free  principles  been  accelerated.  The  pomp  and \nstateliness  of  aristocratic  forms,  under  their  rule,  have  yielded  to  a \nsimpler  garb,  and  a  more  civil  deportment,  in  your  public  functionaries. \nThe  moneyed  aristocracy  was  curbed  during  the  administration  of  Jeffer- \nson ;  and  the  shackles  upon  the  press,  which  the  preceding  administra- \ntion, regardless  of  the  constitutional  restrictions,  had  imposed,  as  the \nmost  imjTortant  step  in  their  march  to  arbitrary  power,  were  taken  off \nin  Jefferson's  time.  The  human  mind  was  emancipated.  Mental \nslavery,  so  far  as  the  laws  of  the  United  States  could  apply  to  it,  was \nabolished.  The  freedom  of  action,  as  well  as  the  field  of  thought,  was \nenlarged.  New  force  Avas  given  to  the  will  of  the  majority,  exercised \nwithin  constitutional  limits.  The  whole  course  of  the  national  govern- \nment, which  was  previously  fast  verging  towards  monarchical  princi- \nples, was  changed,  and  the  ship  of  State  put  upon  '  the  republican \ntack.'  Time  brought  with  it  new  abuses.  The  rigid  Democracy  of \nJefferson  hud  given  place,  in  the  government,  to  loose  political  princi- \nples. A  moneyed  aristocracy  had  planted  itself  in  a  fortress,  which  it \nhad  occupied  and  strengthened  for  half  a  generation,  which  it  thought \nimpregnable,  and  by  means  of  which  it  fondly  hoped  to  rule  the  coun- \ntry. The  w  hole  system  of  our  national  government  was  rapidly  tending \nto  a  complete  change. \n\n\"  The  government  was  levying  taxes  to  be  spent  on  internal  improve- \nments. It  was  draining  the  people  of  the  old  States,  who  had  made \ntheir  own  roads  and  bridges  and  canals,  to  pay  for  like  improvements \nin  the  newer  sections  of  the  Union.  It  was  taxing  the  whole  commu- \nnity, under  a  ruinous  tariff,  for  the  purpose  of  fostering  or  regulating \nthe  labor  of  a  class.  It  was  rapidly  absorbing  the  power  of  the  States, \nand  suffocating  the  liberties  of  the  people.  While  retrograding  from \njust  principles  at  home,  the  government  was  fast  losing  its  character \nabroad.  Our  despoiled  citizens  called  in  vain  for  redress  from  the \nspoiler,  for  protection  from  their  country.  Gen.  Jackson  took  the  helm. \nHe  was  called  into  power  by  the  spontaneous  votes,  the  unbought  suf- \nfrages, of  the  people.  On  him  the  hopes  of  the  nation  reposed.  He \nhas  not  disappointed  them.  He  has  redeemed  his  pledges.  He  has \nfar  surpassed  the  most  sanguine  anticipation  of  the  people.  The \n48 \n\n\n566  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nveto  upon  the  Maysville  Road  Bill  closed  the  wasteful  drain,  from  the \npublic  treasury  for  internal  improvements.  The  principle  of  reducing \nthe  taxes  to  the  wants  of  the  government  has  been  fully  recognized. \nThe  national  debt  has  been  extinguished ;  the  spoiler  has  been  called \nto  his  reckoning,  and  compelled  to  pay  for  his  robberies.  The  charac- \nter of  the  country  has  been  elevated  in  the  eyes  of  the  whole  civilized \nworld ;  and  every  American  abroad  moves  in  more  safety,  and  is  treated \nwith  more  respect.  The  moneyed  monster,  with  its  hydra  heads,  which \ndesigned  to  crush  and  strangle  our  liberties  in  its  venomous  folds,  has \nbeen  prostrated  by  the  blow  of  this  modern  Hercules.  But  its  heads \nare  not  yet  seared.  The  attention  of  the  people  has  been  aroused  to  the \nenormities  of  the  paper-system, —  to  the  evils  of  an  excess  of  credit \ncurrency;  and,  under  the  auspices  of  this  administration,  they  are \nenlarging  the  specie  basis,  and  resuming  the  use  of  hard  money.  Gold, \nwhich  for  a  generation  had  disappeared  from  view, —  which  had  never \nmet  the  eye  of  the  younger  portion  of  the  community, —  is  now  getting \ninto  circulation.  Gen.  Jackson  has  done  more  than  any  man  living  to \nbring  back  the  government  to  the  republican  path,  to  protect  our \ncommerce  and  extend  its  bounds,  to  elevate  the  national  characteir \nabroad,  to  restore  the  rights  of  the  people  at  home,  to  confine  the \naction  of  the  national  government  to  its  legitimate  objects,  and  to  keep \nit  within  the  prescribed  limits  of  the  constitution.  His  administration \nwill  occupy  the  brightest  page  of  American  history.  He  will  illustrate \nthe  age  in  which  he  lives.  His  fame  will  commingle  with  the  fame  of \nWashington,  and  after  time  will  rank  them  together,  as  the  fathers  of \ntheir  country,  the  benefactors  of  the  human  race.\" \n\nDavid  Henshaw  was  born  at  Henshaw  Place,  in  Leicester,  April  2, \n1791.  His  grandfather,  David,  was  the  son  of  Daniel  Henshaw,  who \nmarried  Elizabeth  Bass ;  and  was  born  at  Boston,  August  19,  1744,  in \nRainsford-lane,  now  Harrison-avenue,  in  the  house  adjoining  the  birth- \nplace of  Admiral  Sir  Isaac  CofBn.  His  father  was  the  youngest  of \nfourteen  children,  and  settled  at  Leicester,  where  he  died,  May  22, \n1808,  aged  sixty-three  years.  David,  the  father  of  the  subject  of  this \noutline,  was  married,  by  his  father,  Daniel  Henshaw,  Esq.,  to  Mary, \ndaughter  of  Nathan  Sargent,  Feb.  17,  1773.  Their  fifth  son,  David, \nwas  educated  at  Leicester  Academy,  when  he  was  apprenticed,  in  Bos- \nton, to  the  house  of  Dix  &  Brinley,  druggists.  During  this  period, \nhe  devoted  his  leisure  to  the  acquirement  of  useful  knowledge,  perfect- \ning his  mind  in  science  and  several  languages.     In  1814  he  became  a \n\n\nDAVID   HENSHAW.  56T \n\npartner  in  this  business  with  his  brothers  and  David  Rice.  In  1826 \nMr.  Henshaw  was  elected  to  the  State  Senate,  for  Suffolk.  In  1828 \nthe  Legislature  created  a  board  of  internal  improvement ;  and  Mr. \nHenshaw,  though  not  of  the  dominant  party,  was  elected  to  that  board. \nHe  was  one  of  the  earliest  advocates  for  the  establishment  of  railroads, \nand  was  highly  efficient  in  forwarding  the  Worcester  Railroad,  viewing \nit  as  the  pioneer  of  the  line  to  Albany,  over  which  the  Avestern  trade \nwould  roll  to  Boston.  lie  continued  of  this  board  until  it  was  dis- \nsolved. He  was  elected  a  director  of  the  Worcester  Railroad  from  its \nfoundation  until  this  period. \n\nIn  1830  Mr.  Henshaw  was  appointed,  by  President  Jackson,  to  the \ncollectorship  of  the  port  of  Boston ;  and  was  a  director,  also,  of  the \nUnited  States  Bank.  He  resigned  the  office  of  collector  in  1836  ;  but, \nat  the  request  of  the  president,  it  was  withdrawn.  He  again  resigned \nit,  on  the  accession  of  President  A^an  Buren;  but,  on  request,  ho \nretained  the  station  until  he  was  succeeded  by  George  Bancroft.  On \nretiring  from  this  office,  the  officers  of  the  revenue  presented  him  a \nchastely  wrought  silver  pitcher,  after  a  model  of  one  taken  from  Her- \nculaneura,  by  Jones,  of  Boston,  with  a  silver  stand,  or  salver,  on  Avhich \nwas  inscribed,  \"  To  David  Henshaw :  From  the  officers  of  the  revenue \nassociated  with  him  while  Collector  of  the  port  of  Boston.  A  token \nof  their  esteem.  Feb.  3,  1838.\"  A  very  flattering  letter  was  also \nsent,  signed  by  John  Crowningshield  and  fifty-two  others.  In  that \nyear  he  retired  to  the  paternal  estate  at  Leicester.  In  1839  he  was \nelected  representative  by  his  native  town.  It  is  related  that  he  made \na  powerful  argument  in  favor  of  a  liberal  construction  in  all  cases  of \ncontested  election.  He  was  a  tenacious  advocate  for  the  annexation  of \nTexas.  On  the  accession  of  John  Tyler  to  the  presidency,  Mr.  Hen- \nshaw was  appointed  the  Secretary  of  the  Navy. \n\nMr.  Henshaw  has  invariably  been  a  tenacious  advocate  of  the  Dem- \nocratic party.  In  1839  he  was  invited  to  attend  the  celebration  of \nnational  independence  at  Abington ;  and,  in  a  letter  of  acceptance,  he \nremarked,  \"  I  consider  myself,  in  some  degree,  an  '  Old  Colony'  man, \nhaving  descended,  in  one  branch  of  my  ancestry,  from  John  Alden,  one \nof  the  Pilgrims  who  arrived  in  the  Mayflower,  in  1620.\"  The  follow- \ning toast  was  given,  by  the  committee  of  arrangements,  at  the  festival : \n\"Hon.  David  Henshaw, —  a  Hercules  in  intellect,  and  a  Democrat  in \nprinciple  :  We  are  proud  to  learn  that  he  is  a  descendant  from  the  Old \nColony.\" \n\n\n•1 \n\n\nTHE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nThis  Democratic  Hercules,  \"whose  club  is  as  a  broken  lance  to  the \ninvulnerable  buckler  of  the  vigorous  Webster,  submitted  to  a  wider \nsweep  of  indiscriminate  proscription,  while  at  the  head  of  the  Boston \ncustom-house,  than  any  of  his  predecessors, —  when  it  was  wished  the \nDemocracy  were  conveniently  small,  as  numerous  factions  were  rushing \ninto  their  ranks,  hungry  for  office.  But  the  removals  were  immediate, \nand  the  contention  in  the  political  hive  shortly  ceased.  Mr.  Henshaw's \noration  in  Faneuil  Hall,  at  the  head  of  this  article,  is  a  manifesto  of \nJ)emocratic  principles,  in  a  manly  tone.  In  the  opinion  of  the  oppo- \nnents of  David  Henshaw,  the  letters  of  Henry  Orne,  over  the  signa- \nture of  Columbus,  published  in  the  Boston  Bulletin,  in  1819,  and \ngathered  in  a  pamphlet  of  eighty-four  pages,  as  also  Derby's  Sketch \nof  the  Origin  and  History  of  the  Statesman  Party  of  Boston,  compris- \ning one  hundred  and  seventy-two  pages,  are  material  aids  to  our  polit- \nical history, —  excepting  a  few  mistakes  naturally  arising  from  the \nebullition  of  party  rancor, —  revealing  a  system  of  management  and \nintrigue  unprecedented  in  the  annals  of  New  England,  ever  to  be  had \nill  remembrance  as  a  beacon  to  posterity.  We  readily  concede  to \nI  .i\\id  Henshaw  great  native  capacity  and  political  integrity;  but  the \n)a>.i  tion  of  the  satellites  around  him,  hke  the  halo  encircling  the  moon, \never  indicated  a  storm.  It  was  in  allusion  to  this  period  that  the  ven- \nerable Harrison  Gray  Otis  remarked,  within  a  few  weeks  of  his  death, \nas  follows  :  \"I  regard  the  administration  of  Gen.  Jackson  as  the  foun- \ntain of  all  the  subsequent  abuses,  and  refer  every  Whig  to  his  own  knowl- \nedge and  recollection  of  the  inroads  made  upon  the  constitution  by  that \niron-willed  oppressor.\"  It  has  been  further  stated,  that  President \nJackson  was  more  independent  and  more  daring  in  his  character  than \nPresident  Jefferson  ;  and,  therefore,  at  times,  the  more  arbitrary,  and \nthe  more  dangerous  as  the  ruler  of  this  republic. \n\nIn  December,  1827,  Mr.  Henshaw  published,  in  the  Boston  States- \nman, a  series  of  articles,  entitled  Observations  occasioned  by  the \nRemarks  on  the  Character  of  Napoleon,  etc.,  in  the  Christian  Exam- \niner ;  which  severely  repel  the  opinions  of  its  author,  the  Rev.  Dr. \nChanning,  who  viewed  Napoleon  as  the  greatest  despot  of  modern  his- \ntory. A  political  opponent  said  of  this  production,  that  it  was  a  Quix- \notic attack  on  one  of  the  greatest  writers  of  the  age,  whicli  resembles, \nin  more  than  one  point,  the  scene  of  the  windmill.  In  1831  Mr.  Hen- \nshaw published  Remarks  on  the  Bank  of  the  United  States,  the  object \nof  which  was  to  exhibit  the  futility  of  objections  to  the  establishment  of \n\n\nDAVID   HENSHAW.  569 \n\na  national  bank,  founded  on  the  resources  of  government, —  opinions \nwhich  he  afterwards  modified.  He  was  one  of  the  originators  and \ndirectors  of  the  Commonwealth  Insurance  Company,  created  in  1824, \nthe  most  of  which  stock  was  invested  in  the  Commonwealth  Bank,  and \nended  in  a  total  ruin,  on  the  failure  of  the  bank,  in  1835.  Judge \nHubbard's  Report,  relating  to  the  failure  of  the  bank,  with  the  testi- \nmony of  witnesses  examined  by  the  legislative  committee,  February, \n1838,  is  an  interesting  relic  of  banking  operations.  Mr.  Henshaw  was \nalso  a  director  of  the  Warren  Association  of  Stockholders  in  South \nBoston  real  estate,  of  which  the  Mount  Washington  House  was  a  por- \ntion. In  1839  he  published  letters  on  the  internal  improvement  and \ncommerce  of  the  west, —  a  production  that  will  ever  redound  to  his \ncredit. \n\nMr.  Henshaw  has  the  reputation  of  having  prompted  President \nJackson,  when  at  the  Tremont  House,  in  Boston,  June,  1833,  to  issue \nthe  order  for  the  removal  of  the  government  deposits  from  the  United \nStates  Bank.  On  the  failure  of  certain  favored  banks  at  the  Avest,  to \nwhich  deposits  were  removed.  President  Jackson  vented  bitter  maledic- \ntions against  certain  injudicious  advisers,  and  out  of  this  arose  the  sub- \ntreasury  measure  of  Martin  Van  Burcn.  Mr.  Henshaw  was  opposed \nto  a  strong  protective  tariff;  and  said,  at  a  pubhc  dinner,  in  1832,  that \n'•  the  political  tariffitcs,  like  the  mistletoe  of  the  majestic  oak,  fastened \nupon  the  manufacturing  interest,  absorbing  its  power  and  paralyzing  its \nhealth.\"  In  1844  there  was  published  a  refutation,  by  his  friends,  of \nthe  calumnies  against  David  Henshaw,  in  relation  to  the  failure  of  the \nCommonwealth  Bank,  and  the  transfer  of  South  Boston  lands  to  the \nUnited  States.     It  was  comprised  in  a  pamphlet  of  sixty  pages. \n\nWe  cannot  close  the  sketch  of  this  leader  of  New  England  Democ- \nracy, before  relating  his  case  at  law  against  Samuel  H.  Foster,  warden, \nand  the  inspectors  of  ward  No.  7,  in  Boston,  for  refusing  to  receive  his \nprinted  vote  for  a  representative  to  the  General  Court,  presented  May \n11,  1829,  beheving  it  not  to  be  a  legal  vote,  because  it  was  a  printed \none ;  and  they  rejected  it  solely  on  that  account.  In  the  decision  of \nChief  Justice  Parker,  the  authority  of  Livingston  was  cited,  who  con- \ntended that  wherever  the  contrary  does  not  appear  from  the  context, \nwriting  not  only  means  words  traced  with  a  pen,  or  stamped,  but \nprinted,  or  engraved,  or  made  legible  by  any  other  device.  The  prac- \ntice had  been  to  elect  many  town  officers  by  hand  vote,  and,  probably, \nin  some  instances,  representatives  had  been  so  chosen.  It  became  nec- \n48* \n\n\n570  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nessarj,  therefore,  to  prescribe  that  the  choice  should  be  made  by  bal- \nlot ;  but  even  the  word  ballot  itself  is  ambiguous,  and  therefore  it  was \nrequired  that  representatives  shall  be  elected  by  written  votes.  Now, \nif  writing  was  \"to  express  by  letters\"  according  to  the  chirographers, \nwhich  may  as  Avell  and  better  be  done  by  writing  with  types  than  in \nmanuscript,  no  inference  can  be  drawn,  from  the  terms  employed,  against \nthe  use  of  printed  votes.  Suppose  one  manuscript  vote,  and  others \ncopied  from  it  by  machinery, —  would  these  latter  be  legal  votes  7  Sup- \npose lithographic  votes, — which  was  said  to  be  the  character  of  the  one \ntendered  by  the  plaintiff.  The  supposed  inconveniences,  from  the  sub- \nstitution of  printed  for  manuscript  votes,  are  probably,  in  a  great \ndegree,  imaginary.  It  is  said  it  may  be  the  means  of  introducing  car- \nicatures, or  libellous  pictures,  upon  the  ticket ;  but  is  it  not  quite  as \neasy  now?  The  picture  may  be  stamped,  and  names  of  candidates \nwritten  over  or  under  it,  and  the  vote  will  be  legal.  It  has  been  done, \nand  probably  will  be  done  again,  in  times  of  fervid  struggle.  In  the \ncommon  and  statute  law  of  this  commonwealth  and  Great  Britain,  both \nnow  and  at  the  time  of  making  the  constitution,  the  use  of  the  word \nAvriting,  to  express  instruments  generally  printed,  was  familiar.  Thus, \na  bond  is  a  writing  obligatory,  though  printed  :  a  promise  in  writing, \nto  avoid  the  statute  of  frauds,  may  be  printed.  The  statute  of  Anne, \nrespecting  promissory  notes,  speaks  of  notes  in  writing,  and  yet  nothing \nis  more  common  than  to  see  them  in  print.  Justice  Parker  rendered \njudgment  against  the  defendants. \n\n\nEDWARD   CRUFT,  JR. \n\nJULY  4,  1837.     FOR   THE    WASHINGTON    SOCIETY. \n\nWas  born  at  Boston,  May  7,  1811 ;  entered  the  Latin  School  in \n1821,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1831 ;  was  a  counsellor- \nat-law,  and  of  the  city  Council  in  1834-35.  He  settled  at  St.  Louis ; \nwas  never  married ;  and  practised  law  in  the  office  of  the  Hon.  Judge \nCrum,  author  of  the  Missouri  Justice,  who  remarks,  in  the  preface  to \nthat  work,  that  he  \"is  greatly  indebted  to  the  learning  and  professional \nskill  of  Edward  Cruft,  Jr.,  Esq.,  of  the  St.  Louis  bar,  to  whose  accurate \nand  critical  supervision  these  subjects,  in  their  course  of  preparation, \nwere  especially  committed.\"     He  died  at  St.  Louis,  Apr.  22,  1847. \n\n\nJONATHAN   CHAPMAN.  571 \n\nJONATHAN   CHAPMAN. \n\nJULY  4,  1837.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  highly  patriotic  performance  of  our  orator,  it  is  remarked : \n'\"  We  extend  our  fortifications,  and  enlarge  our  navy, — and  it  is  well. \nBut  how  is  it  with  the  real  citadels  of  that  which  we  Avould  defend  — \nthe  principles  and  hearts  of  each  citizen  ?  A  love  of  order,  a  respect \nfor  right, —  honesty,  political,  as  well  as  private, —  contentment  with \nthe  inevitable  inequalities  of  temporal  conditions  which  Providence  has \nordained, —  an  honest  endeavor  to  improve  our  situation,  but  coupled \nalways  with  the  feeling  that,  as  republican  citizens,  we  are  measured, \nnot  by  its  elevation,  but  by  the  fidelity  with  Avhich  we  fill  it,  whatever \nit  be, —  a  regard  for  the  law,  which  considers  the  necessity  for  a  mili- \ntary police,  whether  permanent  or  temporary,  as  the  next  dreadful \nthing  to  the  invasion  of  a  foreign  foe,—  an  enlarged  patriotism,  indi- \nvidual self-control, —  these  are  the  cheap  yet  priceless  defences  of  our \nnation's  freedom,  and  without  which  forts  and  armies  and  navies  are \nidler  than  the  winds.  But  are  these  the  things  which  mark  our  times? \nIs  the  internal  fortress  of  freedom,  which  each  citizen  has  in  charge, \nguarded  as  it  should  be  7  Is  there  no  crimson  upon  our  cheek,  as  we \ncommune  with  the  past,  in  the  solemnities  of  this  day  ?  It  was  the \npossession  of  these  only  supports  of  freedom,  and  the  wonderful  devel- \nopment of  the  principle  of  individual  self-government,  which  sustained \nour  fathers,  in  their  heroic  enterprise, —  bound  them  to  it  and  to  each \nother,  when  there  was  no  other  earthly  government  which  they \nacknowledged,  and  enabled  them  to  stand  forth  to  posterity  in  the \nnoble  attitude  of  genuine  freemen.  This  is  the  key  to  their  whole  his- \ntory. In  simplicity,  in  purity,  in  a  sense  of  individual  responsibility, \nthey  planted  the  tree  of  liberty.  The  thin  soil  of  the  rocky  mountains \nwas  its  only  nurture,— but,  behold  its  majesty!  We  may  have \ntransplanted  it  to  the  deep  soil  which  prosperity  has  enriched,  but \nwhere  is  its  vigor  ?  Its  sap  may  be  more  abundant,  but  where  is  its \npurity?  It  may  be  more  comely  to  the  eye,  but  how  wrestles  it  with \nthe  storm  ? \n\n\"  It  was  upon  the  basis  of  this  liberty,  founded  upon  individual  fidel- \nity, that,  when  the  conflict  was  over,  our  republican  government  was \nestablished.     Its  founders,  as  wise  in  the  council  as  they  had  been  val- \n\n\n572  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\niant  in  the  field,  though  thej  acknowledged  and  obeyed  the  true  prin- \nciple of  freedom,  were  aware  that  the  time  had  not  come  when  it  was \nto  be  trusted  alone, —  that  there  would  yet  be  employment  for  magis- \ntrates and  laws ;  and  that,  accordingly,  an  outward  government  was \nstill  indispensable.  But  what  kind  of  a  government  7  Their  answer \nwas  ready:  a  government  that,  recognizing  and  based  upon  the  true \nnotion  of  liberty, —  as  resting,  in  fact,  upon  the  principles  of  individual \nobligation, —  should,  in  its  form  and  operation,  tend  to  the  development \nand  perfection  of  this  principle ;  whilst,  at  the  same  time,  it  possessed \nan  external  power  sufficient,  in  all  cases,  to  supply  its  want  or  perver- \nsion ;  —  or,  in  briefer  language,  a  government  that  should  give  every \ncitizen  an  opportunity  of  being  a  good  one,  from  his  own  true  idea  of \nfreedom,  if  he  would, —  but  compel  him  to  be  one,  if  he  would  not. \nThis  is  the  theory  of  our  government ;  and,  in  this  provision  for  the \ndevelopment  of  the  individual  self-government,  on  which  liberty  rests, \nconsists  the  distinction  between  a  republican  government  and  a  despotic \none.  The  mere  outward  object  of  both  is  the  same,  —  to  govern  the \npeople,  and  to  preserve  order.  The  difference  is  in  the  means,  and  in \nthe  consequent  effect  upon  individual  character ;  and  this  is  a  mighty \ndifference.  I  seek  no  other  consideration,  to  give  unspeakable  value  to \nour  republican  institutions,  than  this  their  characteristic  —  their  basis \nupon  and  tendency  to  develop  the  true  foundation  of  rational  freedom. \nSubmission  to  external,  visible  force,  on  which  the  despot  relies,  is  in \nits  nature  degrading  ;  but  obedience  to  the  inward,  unseen  monitor,  to \nwhich  a  free  government  appeals,  is  always  exalting.  Despotism  is  a \nself-perpetuating  curse.  In  all  its  forms,  it  makes  and  keeps  its  sub- \njects fit  only  for  its  iron  rod.  But  the  government  that  is  based  upon \nthe  self-government  of  each  citizen  has  an  upward  tendency ;  and  if \nthey  who  live  under  it  will  but  give  it  free  play,  and  not  cramp  or  per- \nvert it,  it  will  carry  them  up  with  it.\" \n\nJonathan  Chapman  Avas  born  at  Boston,  Jan.  23,  1807,  and  was  a \nson  of  Captain  Jonathan  Chapman,  a  selectman  of  Boston,  who  mar- \nried Margaret  Rogers.  He  was  educated  at  Phillips'  Academy,  in \nExeter,  in  1817,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1825,  on  which \noccasion  he  enlarged  on  the  patronage  expected  by  literary  men  from \nthe  present  age ;  and,  when  a  candidate  for  the  degree  of  Master  of \nArts,  he  gave  an  oration  on  the  spirit  which  should  accompany''  our \nrepublican  institutions.  He  pursued  his  legal  studies  under  the  guid- \nance of  Chief  Justice  Shaw,  and  became  an  eminent  counsellor.     He \n\n\nJONATHAN   CHAPMAN.  573 \n\nmarried  Lucinda,  daughter  of  Hon.  Jonathan  Dwight,  of  Springfield, \nby  whom  he  had  one  son  and  four  daughters.  He  indulged  an  early \nmilitary  spirit,  and  was  commander  of  the  Rifle  Rangers,  an  aid-de- \nciunp  to  Gov.  Everett,  and  a  member  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable \nArtillery  Company.  He  was  elected  to  the  city  Council  from  1835 \nto  1840 ;  was  elected  mayor  of  the  city  until  1843. \n\nOn  the  opening  of  steam  navigation  between  Liverpool  and  Boston, \nMayor  Chapman  gave  the  sentiment  herewith,  at  a  public  festival  in  a \npavilion  in  front  of  the  Maverick  House,  in  East  Boston,  July  22, 1840 : \n\"Old  England  and  New  England  :  Oceans  may  divide  them,  and  dif- \nferent forms  of  government  may  distinguish  them ;  but  so  long  as  their \nmerchants  can  raise  the  steam,  they  cannot  be  kept  asunder.\"  And, \nat  a  festival  for  the  four  hundredth  anniversary  of  the  invention  of  print- \ning, June  26th  of  the  same  year,  he  gave:  \"The  Art  of  Printing: \nMay  it  improve  men's  minds  as  much  as  it  has  elongated  their \ntongues.\" \n\nDuring  the  period  of  his  mayoralty,  the  famous  dinner  was  given  in \nhonor  of  Charles  Dickens,  the  facetious  writer,  whose  sketches  of  char- \nacter in  humble  life  are  unrivalled  by  any  author  of  any  date.      It \noccurred  at  the  Trcmont  House,  Feb.  2,  1842,  on  which  occasion  Mr. \nChapman  gave  an  effective  speech.     Mr.  Quincy,  who  presided,  inquired, \nafter  the  speech  of  George  Bancroft,  if  gentlemen  remembered  the  excur- \nsion made  by  Mr.  Pickwick,  and  his  companions,  Snodgrass  and  Win- \nkle, to  Dingley  Dell,  and  the  particulars   of  that  melancholy  ride? \nPresuming  that  they  did,  he  would  not  detain  them  with  a  narration \nof  them,  but  would  merely  read  the  pathetic  words  of  Mr.  Pickwick, \nin  reference  to  the  horse  which  he  could  not  get  rid  of  on  that  occasion. \n'■  It's  like  a  dream,\"  ejaculated  Mr.  Pickwick,  \"a  hideous  dream. \nThe  idea  of  a  man's  walking  about  all  day  with  a  dreadful  horse  that \nhe  can't  get  rid  of\"     Gentlemen,  continued  Mr.  Quincy,  I  will  (t[xq \nyou  :  The  horse  that  Mr.  Pickwick  could  not  get  rid  of,  and  the  Mayor \nthat  nobody  ever  wants  to  get  rid  of     On  this,  Mayor  Chapman,  after \na  sprightly  preface,  abounding  in  flashes  of  wit,  related  an  imaginarv \ninterview  with  Hon.  Samuel  Pickwick  and  the  by  no  means  dishon- \norable Mr.  Samuel  Weller,  at  his  office,  the  object  of  which  was  to \nentreat  protection  for  the  editor  of  the  Pickwick  Club.     '-Indeed,\" \nsays  Mr.  Pickwick,  \"we  should  never  have  consented  that  he  should \nvisit  this  strange  country,  unless  some  of  us  should  have  been  secretly \nsent  to  take  care  of  him ;   for  we  have  learned  that  you  are  a  curious \n\n\n574  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\npeople  here, —  that,  as  it  has  been  said,  whom  the  gods  love  die \nyoung,  SO  whom  the  Americans  love  they  utterly  kill  with  kindness.\" \n\"Yes,\"  interrupted  Mr.  Weller,  unable  longer  to  repress  his  feel- \nings, \"it  is  currently  reported,  in  our  circles,  that,  when  the  Amer- \nicans fancies  a  stranger,  they  makes  him  into  weal-pie  and  devours \nhim.\"  \"Hush,  Samuel,\"  said  Mr.  Pickwick,  \"don't  use  hard  words. \nNever  get  into  a  passion,  especially  in  foreign  countries,  where  you \ndon't  know  the  customs.  But,  Mr.  Mayor,  this  is  my  source  of \ntrouble,  and  I  come  to  complain  that  your  people  seem  determined \nto  extinguish  our  editor.  I  have  been  trying  to  get  at  him  for  a \nAveek,  but  have  not  dared  to  trust  my  gaiters  amidst  the  crowds  that \nsurround  him.  I  tremble  when  I  hear  of  two  dinners  in  one  day,  and \nfour  suppers  in  one  night.  I  fear  you  have  designs  upon  his  life ; \nnay,  that  you  mean  to  cat  him  up.\"  Sir,  interrupted  I.  do  I  under- \nstand you  aright?  Do  you  mean  to  insinuate  that  the  American  peo- \nple are  cannibals  7  Do  you  use  the  words  in  their  common  sense  7 \n\"  0,  no,  sir,\"  replied  Mr.  Pickwick,  resuming  his  blandest  expression; \n\"  I  respect  and  honor  the  American  people, — I  mean  to  say  that  they \nare  cannibals  only  in  a  Pickwickian  point  of  view.  But,  besides  my \npersonal  attachment,  I  desire  this  man's  life  to  be  spared,  for  the  sake \nof  science,  and  for  the  cause  of  humanity  and  of  the  Club.  Think  not \nthat  the  Club  has  been  sleeping  whilst  its  editor  has  been  visiting  the \npoor-houses  and  hovels,  touching  your  hearts,  and  making  you  better \nmen,  by  his  truthful  descriptions.  We  have  been  gathering  materials, \nand  arc  doing  so  still.  Even  your  own  country  may  furnish  some  of \nthese  materials.  Not,  however,  I  assure  you,  for  the  purposes  of  bold \nand  coarse  personalities,  either  of  praise  or  of  censure,  but  for  the  del- \nicate and  beautiful  touches  of  character, — -those  life-like  and  soul- \nstirring  descriptions, —  those  pictures  of  humanity,  which  show  that, \nbehind  the  drapery  of  human  forms  and  distinctions,  the  true  element \nof  a  man  is  a  warm  and  beating  heart.  These  are  the  purposes  for \nwhich  we  are  at  work, —  purposes,  sir,  for  Avhich,  though  I,  Samuel \nPickwick,  say  it,  the  editor  of  the  Pickwick  Club  has  no  superior  upon \nthe  face  of  the  earth.  I  pray  you,  therefore,  said  he,\"  rising  to  a  pitch \nof  enthusiasm  which  almost  choked  his  utterance ;  \"  I  pray  you  to \nprotect  him.  Let  him  not  be  overrun.  Let  him  not  be  devoured. \nSpare  him  to  return  again  to  the  halls  of  the  Club.  Spare  him,  sir, \nand  the  blessings  of  Winkle,  Tupman,  Snodgrass,  Pickwick,  and  the \nwhole  race  of  Pickwickians,  shall  be  on  you  and  yours.\"     Having  thus \n\n\n\"JONATHAN   CHAPMAN.  575 \n\nuttered  himself,  and  leaving  his  respects  for  you,  sir,  and  for  this  assem- \nbly, he  took  his  leave.  Finding  myself  most  particularly  honored  by \nthis  interview,  I  give  you  as  a  sentiment, —  The  Hon.  Samuel  Pick- \nwick, and  the  Pickwick  Club  and  its  editor:  \"May  they  never  say \ndie,\"— \n\n\"  And  when  they  next  do  ride  abroad, \nMay  we  be  there  to  see.\" \n\nNo  one  among  us  was  more  ready  at  repartee,  and  numerous  are \nhis  witticisms  to  be  found  on  record.  He  was  an  effective  political \nwriter  for  the  Boston  Atlas.  As  chairman  of  the  Whig  State  Central \nCommittee,  he  drafted  a  manly  and  ingenious  set  of  resolutions,  during \nthe  Harrison  campaign,  adopted  as  a  model  by  the  party  in  the  prin- \ncipal States.  His  abilities  Avere  equal  to  any  civil  or  political  station, \nand  he  was  a  contributor  to  the  North  American  Review  and  the \nChristian  Examiner. \n\nIt  was  the  great  object  of  his  ambition,  during  the  whole  of  his  offi- \ncial career  as  the  mayor  of  his  native  city,  to  reduce  the  city  debt,  and \ndiminish  the  expenditures  ;  and  he  saved  more  to  the  city,  by  a  course \nof  rigid  economy,  than  any  of  his  predecessors,  or  of  those  that  have \nsucceeded  him.  Indeed,  the  name  of  Chapman  should  be  synonymous \nwith  the  conception  of  economy,  for  his  carefulness  was  as  unbounded \nas  was  the  profuscness  of  Quincy  and  Otis  before  him. \n\nMayor  Chapman,  after  reviewing  the  financial  condition  of  the  city,  in \nhis  second  inaugural  address,  and  proposing  plans  of  economy,  remarks : \n\"It  would  be  pleasant  and  exciting,  I  know,  to  find  ourselves  furnished \nwith  ample  means,  and  called  upon  to  embark  ia  large  and  striking \nenterprises.  No  one  would  enjoy  such  a  state  of  things  more  than \nmyself  But,  if  I  am  right  in  my  view  of  the  true  interest  of  our  city, \nin  its  present  condition,  the  homelier  and  less  captivating  duty  awaits \nus,  of  husbanding  resources  and  superintending  details.  It  is  remarked \nby  one  of  my  most  distinguished  predecessors,  the  present  president  of \nHarvard  College,  in  his  history  of  that  institution,  that  '  those  who \nlimit  and  economize  are  never  so  acceptable  to  mankind  as  tliose  who \nenlarge  and  expend.'  And  he  adds,  therefore,  that  no  higher  obligation \nrests  upon  history,  than  to  do  justice  to  men  on  whom  these  unpleasant \nand  unpopular  duties  devolve.  Let  me  only  add,  in  conclusion,  that \nthere  is  for  all  of  us,  whatever  may  be  our  station,  and  alike  in  public \nand  private  life,  a  higher  ground  of  reliance  than  what  other  men  may \neither  think  or  write, —  the  simple  consciousness  of  having  done  what \n\n\n576  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nAve  deem  our  duty,  without  reference  to  the  question  whether  it  be \npopular  or  unpopular.\" \n\nMr.  Chapman  was  an  editor  of  the  Practice  in  Civil  Actions,  and \nProceedings  at  Law  in  Massachusetts,  by  Hon.  Judge  Samuel  Howe, \npublished  in  1834.  His  talents,  education  and  eloquence,  made  him \nconspicuous  in  this  community,  says  Dr.  Putnam;  while  the  integrity \nof  his  character,  the  unfeigned  kindness  of  his  manners,  and  his  gen- \nerous, frank  and  magnanimous  spirit,  won  for  him  an  unusual  degree \nof  affection  and  confidence.  Perhaps  it  was  without  precedent,  that  so \nyoung  a  man  should  be  called  to  preside  over  the  municipal  affairs  of  so \nlarge  a  population;  and  yet.  Mr.  Chapman's  administration  was  as  much \ndistinguished  for  calm  discretion  in  emergencies,  and  a  careful  financial \neconomy,  as  for  the  grace  and  felicity  with  which  he  presided  and  spoke \non  public  occasions.  He  steadily  shunned  political  preferment,  because \nhe  feared  that  its  excitement  might  be  unfavorable  to  that  moral  tran- \nquillity and  health  which  he  prized  above  everything.  His  chief  delight \nwas  in  his  home ;  and  it  is  as  seated  there  that  we  would  prefer  to \ndraw  his  portrait,  if  we  were  permitted.  His  sunny  face,  his  warm \nheart  and  candid  speech,  bound  his  friends  to  him  with  a  singular \nstrength  of  attachment.  He  was  a  temperate  advocate  of  the  tem- \nperance cause,  and  delivered  an  address  for  the  Young  Men's  Temper- \nance Society  of  Boston,  in  1832.  Mr.  Chapman  died  at  Boston,  May \n25,  1848,  aged  forty-one  years. \n\n\nHUBBARD   WINSLOW. \n\nJULY  4,  1838.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Williston,  Vt.,  and  graduated  at  Yale  College  in \n1825.  He  was  a  student  in  divinity  at  Yale  and  at  Andover.  He \nwas  settled  as  pastor  of  the  First  Church  at  Dover,  Dec.  4,  1828,  and \nwas  dismissed  Nov.  3,  1831.  He  married  Susan,  daughter  of  Hon. \nPliny  Cutler,  of  Boston.  He  became  the  pastor  of  Bowdoin-street \nChurch,  and  successor  to  Rev.  Lyman  Beecher,  D.  D.,  Sept.  26, 1832, \nwhich  station  he  resigned  March,  1844.  The  oration  at  the  head  of \nthis  article  was  on  the  means  of  the  perpetuity  of  our  republic,  and  is \na  liberal  and  enhghtened  performance.     Mr.  Winslow  is  a  useful  and \n\n\nWILLIAM  LLOYD    GARRISON.  577 \n\nefficient  member  of  the  city  school  committee,  and  principal  of  a  female \nschool  of  elevated  character.  During  his  ministry,  he  was  a  devoted \npastor,  a  persuasive  preacher,  of  fervid  imagination,  and  fine  classical \nattainments.  Among  his  publications  are  the  Young  Man's  Aid, \nwhich  has  been  reprinted  in  England  and  Scotland ;  Sermons  on  Chris- \ntian Doctrines  ;  Discourses  on  the  Doctrine  of  the  Trinity ;  Social  and \nDomestic  Duties ;  Ai'e  you  a  Christian  ?  Self-examination,  reprinted \nin  Scotland ;  and  the  Elements  of  Intellectual  Philosophy,  a  work  of \nsound  principles. \n\n\nWILLIAM   LLOYD   GARRISON. \n\nJULY  4,  1838.     FOR  THE  MASSACHUSETTS  ANTI-SLAVERY  SOCIETY. \n\n\"Was  born  at  Newburyport,  Mass.,  Dec.  10,  1805,  and  was  son  of \nCapt.  Abijah  Garrison,  who  was  a  West  India  trader,  a  good  navigator, \nand  a  poet.  His  mother  was  Fanny  Lloyd,  a  lady  of  superior  intel- \nlect, whose  hair,  when  it  was  unbound,  like  that  of  Godiva,  fell  around \nher  like  a  veil.  His  father  dying  when  he  was  very  young,  William \nwas  employed  in  the  family  of  Dea.  Ezekiel  Bartlett,  and  sent  to  the \ngi'ammar-school.  His  mother  removed  to  Lynn,  where  he  was  appren- \nticed to  a  shoemaker,  from  whence  she  removed  to  Baltimore.  Dis- \nliking the  cobbler's  last,  Dea.  Bartlett  sent  him  to  a  cabinet-maker,  in \nHaverhill ;  which  was  also  so  irksome  an  employment,  that  at  last  the \nprinting-office  was  esteemed  best  for  him,  and  he  was  sent  to  the  New- \nburyport  Herald,  where,  enjoying  advantages  of  mental  culture,  he \nbecame  very  happy,  and  was  an  anonymous  correspondent  of  Mr. \nAllen,  the  editor,  until  he  was  discovered  by  Hon.  Caleb  Cushing,  who \nwas  at  that  time  in  active  legal  practice,  and  a  temporary  editor  of  that \npaper.  At  this  period,  Wilham  originated  an  Apprentices'  Debating \nSociety;  and,  during  the  absence  of  the  editor  at  Alabama,  he  con- \nducted the  Herald,  being  then  but  nineteen  years  old.  William,  hav- \ning completed  his  term  with  Mr.  Allen,  in  December,  1825,  visited  his \ndear  mother  at  Baltimore,  who  shortly  after  deceased :  and  he  returned \nto  his  native  town,  where  he  established  \"  The  Free  Press,\"  a  journal \nwhich  soon  failed,  for  want  of  patronage.  With  a  heavy  heart,  Mr. \nGarrison  proceeded  to  Boston,  and  was  employed  in  the  office  of  David \nLee  Child,  editor  of  the  Massachusetts  Journal.  In  1827  he  was \n49 \n\n\n578  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nemployed  in  the  office  of  the  National  Philanthropist,  edited  by  Rev. \nWilliam  Collier,  a  tender-hearted  philanthropist,  -whom  he  succeeded. \n\nDuring  this  period,  the  mind  of  Mr.  Garrison  was  absorbed  in  an \nabolition  paper, —  The  Genius  of  Universal  Emancipation, —  published \nat  Baltimore,  conducted  by  the  benevolent  Benjamin  Lundy.  In  1828 \nhe  removed  to  Bennington,  Vt.,  and  established  \"The  Spirit  of  tho \nTimes,\"  a  journal  devoted  to  the  support  of  John  Quincy  Adams  to  the \npresidency,  at  the  same  time  espousing  the  cause  of  abolition.  So \nintense  was  his  ardor  for  emancipation,  that  Benjamin  Lundy  persuaded \nhim  to  devote  his  talents  to  the  journal  at  Baltimore,  as  being  a  wider \nfield  of  labor,  whither  he  removed  in  1829.  Here  Garrison  became  so \ntenacious  for  the  doctrine  of  Immediatisra,  that  Lundy's  banner  of \nGradualism  was  lowered,  and  the  slave-holders  determined  to  crush \nthe  paper  by  law.  Garrison  w^as  fined,  and  imprisoned  one  month,  when \nhe  was  liberated  by  a  kind  stranger.  Soon  after  his  release,  he  became \nan  advocate  for  the  American  Colonization  Society ;  but,  believing  that \nthis  institution  recognized  the  right  of  property  in  the  colored  race,  he \nrenounced  its  interests.  It  may  be  proper  to  state  here,  that  Mr.  Gar- \nrison gave  an  address,  July  4,  1829,  at  Park-street  Church,  Boston, \nin  behalf  of  the  claims  of  the  colonization  enterprise ;  and  this  was \nprobably  his  last  appeal  for  that  object. \n\nMr.  Garrison,  in  company  with  Isaac  Knapp,  established,  Jan.  1, \n1831,  the  Liberator,  at  Boston ;  which,  for  several  years,  was  issued \nfrom  an  upper  room  in  the  Merchants'  Hall,  on  Water-street.  It  was \nhere  that  the  first  Anti-slavery  Society  in  America  was  originated  by \nWilham  Lloyd  Garrison,  consisting  of  only  twelve  members.  In  1832 \nhe  published  his  Thoughts  on  American  Colonization, —  a  production \ndenouncing  its  object,  comprising  two  hundred  and  forty  pages,  and \nan  address  on  the  i)rogress  of  the  abolition  cause.  The  Liberator,  by \nits  great  zeal  and  tenacity,  so  highly  inflamed  the  public  mind,  that  its \neditor  was  denied  membership  to  the  Boston  Debating  Society;  and \nthe  Governor  of  Georgia  offered  a  reward  of  five  thousand  dollars  for \nthe  head  of  Garrison,  and  the  enactment  of  that  State  has  never  been \nrepealed.     We  here  furnish  a  copy  of  this  document : \n\n\"State  of  Georgia: \nIn  Senate,  Nov.  30, 1831. \n\n\"/^eso/yerf,  by  the  Senate  and  House  of  Representatives  of  the  State \nof  Georgia,  in  general  assembly  met,  that  the  sura  of  five  thousand \ndollars  be,  and  the  same  is  hereby,  appropriated  to  be  paid  to  any  per- \n\n\nWILLIAM  LLOYD   GARRISON.         •  579 \n\nson,  or  persons,  who  shall  arrest,  bring  to  trial,  and  prosecute  to  con- \nviction under  the  laws  of  this  State,  the  editor  or  publisher  of  a  certain \npaper  called  the  Liberator,  pubhshed  in  the  town  of  Boston  and  State \nof  Massachusetts  ;  or  who  shall  arrest,  bring  to  trial,  and  prosecute  to \nconviction  under  the  laws  of  this  State,  any  other  person,  or  persons, \nwho  shall  utter,  publish  or  circulate,  within  the  hmits  of  this  State, \nsaid  paper,  called  the  Liberator,  or  any  other  paper,  circular,  pamphlet, \nletter  or  address,  of  a  seditious  character  : \n\n\"And  that  His  Excellency  the  Governor  is  hereby  authorized  and \nrequested  to  issue  his  warrant  upon  the  treasurer  for  said  sum  of  five \nthousand  dollars,  in  favor  of  any  person,  or  persons,  who  shall  have \narrested  and  brought  to  trial,  and  prosecuted  to  conviction  under  the \nlaws  of  this  State,  the  editor  or  publisher  of  the  Liberator ;  or  who \nshall  have  arrested  and  brought  to  trial,  or  prosecuted  to  conviction \nunder  the  laws  of  this  State,  any  other  person,  or  persons,  who  shall \nutter,  publish  or  circulate,  within  the  hmits  of  this  State,  said  paper \ncalled  the  Liberator ;  or  any  other  paper,  circular,  pamphlet,  letter  or \naddress,  of  a  seditious  character ;  —  and  that  these  resolutions  be \ninserted  in  the  appropriation  act.  And  Resolved  further,  That  His \nExcellency  the  Governor  cause  the  foregoing  resolutions  to  be  pub- \nhshed in  the  public  journals  of  this  State,  and  such  other  papers  as  he \nmay  think  proper,  and  pay  for  the  publication  thereof  out  of  the  con- \ntingent fund. \n\n\"Approved  Dec.  26,  1831. \n\n\"Wilson  Lumpkin,  Governor.^' \n\nThis  proclamation  widely  extended  the  notoriety  of  Garrison,  and \ntended  to  greatly  increase  the  number  of  his  followers.  Li  1833  he \nvisited  England,  where  he  was  cordially  welcome!  by  Clarkson,  Wil- \nberforce,  Buxton,  Macaulay,  Mary  Howitt,  Harriet  Martineau,  and \nother  philanthropists,  many  of  whom  signed  a  protest  against  the  Amer- \nican Colonization  Society.  He  returned  to  New  York ;  and,  on  hia \narrival,  placards  were  posted  around  the  city,  inviting  a  public  meet- \ning, \"  to  hurry  him  to  the  tar-kettle.\"  Mr.  Garrison  married  Ehza,  a \ndaughter  of  George  Benson,  of  Brooklyn,  Conn.,  Sept.  4,  1834. \n\nSoon  after  the  arrival  of  George  Thompson  at  Boston,  in  September, \n1835,  a  gallows  was  erected,  one  night,  directly  opposite  the  dwelling  of \nMr.  Garrison,  with  two  ropes  suspended  therefrom,  and  on  the  cross- \nbar was  this  inscription, — \"  Judge  Lynch's  Law.\"     One  of  the  ropes \n\n\n580  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n•was  intended  for  Thompson,  and  the  other  for  Garrison.     On  the  21st \nday  of  October  following  occurred  that  memorable  outrage  of  an  infa- \nriated  populace,  which  has  ineffaceably  stained  the  noble  city  of  Boston. \nThere  had  existed  for  a  period  here  a  Female  Anti-slavery  Society. \nThe  president  of  this  little  party.  Miss  Mary  Parker,  had  announced  a \nmeeting  to  take  place  in  the  Anti-slavery  Hall,  No.  46  Washington- \nstreet,  on  Oct.  21,  p.  M.,  when  several  addresses  might  be  expected \non  the  occasion.     It  was  anticipated  that  George  Thompson  would  be \none  of  the  speakers ;  but,  that  there  might  be  no  pretext  for  disturb- \nance, he  left  the  city  before  the  meeting.    Various  newspapers  denounced \nthe  meeting,  shopkeepers  petitioned  the  city  authorities  against  it,  plac- \nards were  posted  in  the  streets,  and  a  reward  of  one  hundred  dollars \noffered  to  any  one  who  would  be  first  to  convey  Thompson  to  the  tar- \nkettle.     A  great  concourse  of  people  filled  the  hall,  before  the  time  of \nmeeting,  on  that  day ;  and,  notwithstanding  the  excitement,  the  meet- \ning was  called  to  order  by  the  presiding  lady,  who  read  a  portion  of \nScripture,  and  offered  up  a  fervent  prayer, —  soon  after  which,  the \nladies  withdrew,  amid  the  abuse  of  the  populace.     Mr.  Garrison,  who \nhad  conducted  his  young  wife  to  this  meeting,  was  observed  by  the \npopulace,  who,  disappointed  at  not  finding  George  Thompson,  the  more \nimmediate  object  of  their  wrath,  resolved  forthwith   to   seize   him, \nexclaiming,  \"  Garrison  is  here  !     We  must  have  Garrison  !     Out  with \nhim  !     Lynch  him  !  \"     For  a  moment,  their  attention  was  diverted  to \nthe  destruction  of  the  anti-slavery  sign,  when  Mayor  Lyman  earnestly \nbesought  him  to  effect  his  escape  from  the  rear  of  the  building.     Pre- \nceded by  a  devoted  friend,  Mr.  John  R.  Cambell,  Mr.  Garrison  dropped \nfrom  a  back  window  on  to  a  shed,  and  narrowly  escaped  falling  head- \nlong to  the  ground.     We  will  conclude  this  narrative  in  the  language \nof  Mr.  Garrison:     '-We  entered  into  a  carpenter's  shop  [kept  by \nLuke  Brown],  through  which  we  attempted  to  get  into  Wilson's  Lane, \nbut  found  our  retreat  cut  off  by  the  mob.     They  raised  a  shout  as  soon \nas  we  came  in  sight ;  but  the  proprietor  promptly  closed  the  door  of  his \nshop,  kept  them  at  bay  for  a  time,  and  thus  kindly  afforded  me  an \nopportunity  to  find  some  other  passage.     I  told  ]\\Ir.  Cambell  it  would \nbe  futile  to  attempt  to  escape.     I  would  go  out  to  the  mob,  and  let \nthem  deal  with  me  as  they  might  elect ;  but  he  thought  it  was  my  duty \nto  avoid  them  as  long  as  possible.     We  then  went  up  stairs ;  and,  finding \na  vacancy  in  one  corner  of  the  room,  I  got  into  it,  and  he  and  a  young \nlad  [John  Bolan]  piled  up  some  boards  in  front  of  me,  to  shield  me \n\n\nWILLIAM  LLOYD    GAKRISON.  581 \n\nfrom  observation.  la  a  few  minutes,  several  ruffians  broke  into  the \nchamber,  who  seized  Mr.  Cambell  in  a  rough  manner,  and  led  him  out \nto  the  view  of  the  mob,  saying,  '  This  is  not  Garrison,  but  Garrison's \nand  Thompson's  friend,  and  he  says  he  knows  where  Garrison  is,  but \nwon't  tell.'  Then  a  shout  of  exultation  was  raised  bv  the  mob,  and \nwhat  became  of  him  I  do  not  know ;  though,  as  I  was  immediately  dis- \ncovered, I  presume  he  escaped  without  material  injury.  On  seeing \nme,  three  or  four  of  the  rioters,  uttering  a  yell,  furiously  dragged  me \nto  the  wndow,  with  the  intention  of  hurling  me  from  that  height  to \nthe  ground ;  but  one  of  them  relented,  and  said,  '  Don't  let  us  kill \nhim  outright.'  So  they  drew  me  back,  and  coiled  a  rope  about  my \nbody,  probably  to  drag  me  through  the  streets.  I  bowed  to  the  mobj \nand  requesting  them  to  wait  patiently  until  I  could  descend,  went  down \nupon  a  ladder  that  was  raised  for  that  purpose.  I  fortunately  extri- \ncated myself  from  the  rope,  and  was  seized  by  two  or  three  of  the  lead- \ning rioters,  powerful  and  athletic  men,  by  whom  I  was  dragged  along, \nbareheaded  (for  my  hat  had  been  knocked  oflF  and  cut  in  pieces  on  the \nspot),  a  friendly  voice  in  the  crowd  shouting,  '  He  shan't  be  hurt !  He \nis  an  American !  ' —  [Aaron  Cooley,  who  protected  his  person  at  the \nmoment.]  This  seemed  to  excite  sympathy  in  the  breasts  of  some \nothers,  and  they  reiterated  the  same  cry.  Blows,  however,  were  aimed \nat  my  head,  by  such  as  were  of  a  cruel  spirit ;  and,  at  last,  they  suc- \nceeded in  tearing  nearly  all  my  clothes  from  my  body.  Thus  was  I \ndragged  through  Wilson's  Lane  into  State-street,  in  the  rear  of  the \nCity  Hall,  over  the  ground  that  was  stained  with  the  blood  of  the  first \nmartyrs  in  the  cause  of  Liberty  and  Independence,  in  the  memora- \nble massacre  of  1770 ;  and  upon  which  was  proudly  unfurled,  only  a \nfew  years  since,  with  joyous  acclamations,  the  beautiful  banner  pre- \nsented to  the  gallant  Poles  by  the  young  men  of  Boston.  What  a \nscandalous  and  revolting  contrast !  IMy  offence  was  in  pleading  for \nLiberty, —  liberty  for  my  enslaved  countrymen,  colored  though  they \nbe, —  liberty  of  speech  and  of  the  press  for  all  !  And,  upon  that \n'consecrated  spot,'  I  was  made  an  object  of  derision  and  scorn,  some \nportions  of  my  person  being  in  a  state  of  entire  nudity. \n\n\"  They  proceeded  with  me  in  the  direction  of  the  City  Hall,  the  cry \nbeing  raised, '  To  the  Common !  '  whether  to  give  me  a  coat  of  tar  and \nfeathers,  or  to  throw  me  into  the  pond,  was  problematical.  As  we \napproached  the  south  door,  the  mayor  attempted  to  protect  me  by  his \npresence  ;  but,  as  he  was  unassisted  by  any  show  of  authority  or  force, \n49* \n\n\n582  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nhe  was  quickly  thrust  aside.  And  now  came  a  tremendous  rush  on \nthe  part  of  the  mob,  to  prevent  my  entering  the  hall.  For  a  time,  the \nconflict  was  desperate  ;  but  at  length  a  rescue  was  effected  by  a  posse \nthat  came  to  the  help  of  the  mayor,  by  whom  I  was  carried  up  into  the \nmayor's  room. \n\n\"  In  view  of  my  denuded  condition,  one  individual,  in  the  post-office \nbelow  stairs,  kindly  lent  me  a  pair  of  pantaloons  ;    another,  a  coat ;    a \nthird,  a  stock ;    a  fourth,  a  cap,  &c.     After  a  brief  consultation  (the \nmob  densely  surrounding  the  City  Hall,  and  threatening  the  safety  of \nthe  post-office),  the  mayor  and  his  advisers  said  my  life  depended  upon \ncommitting  me  to  jail,  ostensibly  as  a  disturber  of  the  peace.     Accord- \ningly, a  hack  was  got  in  readiness  at  the  door;    and,  supported  by \nSheriff  Parkman  and  Ebenezer  Bailey,  Esq.  (the  mayor  leading  the \nway),  I  was  put  into  it  without  much  difficulty,  as  I  was  not  at  first \nidentified  in  my  new  garb.     But  now  a  scene  occurred  that  baffles  the \npower  of  description.     As  the  ocean,  lashed  into  fury  by  the  spirit  of \nthe  storm,  seeks  to  whelm  the  adventurous  bark  beneath  its  mountain \nwaves,  so  did  the  mob,  enraged  by  a  series  of  disappointments,  rush \nlike  a  whirlwind  upon  the  frail  vehicle  in  which  I  sat,  and  endeavor  to \ndrag  me  out  of  it.     Escape  seemed  a  physical  impossibility.     They \nclung  to  the  wheels,  dashed  open  the  doors,  seized  hold  of  the  horses, \nand  tried  to  upset  the  carriage.     They  were,   however,  vigorously \nrepulsed  by  the  police.     A  constable  sprang  in  by  my  side,  the  doors \nwere  closed,  and  the  driver,  lustily  using  his  whip  upon  the  bodies  of \nhis  horses  and  the  heads  of  the  rioters,  happily  made  an  opening \nthrough  the  crowd,  and .  drove  at  a  tremendous  speed  for  Levcrett- \nstreet.     But  many  of  the  rioters  followed  even  with  superior  swiftness, \nand  repeatedly  attempted  to  arrest  the  progress  of  the  horses.     To \nreach  the  jail  by  a  direct  course  was  found  impracticable ;  and,  after \ngoing  in  a  circuitous  direction,  and  encountering  many  '  hair-breadth \n'scapes,'  we  drove  up  to  this  new  and  last  refuge  of  liberty  and  life, \nwhen  another  desperate  attempt  was  made  to  seize  me  by  the  mob, — \nbut  in  vain.     In  a  few  moments,  I  was  locked  up  in  a  cell,  safe  from \nmy  persecutors,  accompanied  by  two  delightful  associates, —  a  good  con- \nscience and  a  cheerful  mind.     In  the  course  of  the  evening,  several  of \nmy  friends  came  to  my  grated  window,  to  sympathize  and  confer  with \nme,  with  whom  I  held  a  strengthening  conversation  until  the  hour  of \nretirement,  when  I  threw  myself  upon  my  prison-bed,  and  slept  tran- \nquilly.    In  the  morning,  I  inscribed  upon  the  walls  of  my  cell,  with  a \npencil,  the  following  lines  : \n\n\nWILLIAM  LLOYD   GARRISON.  583 \n\n\"  '  Wm,  Lloyd  Garrison  was  put  into  this  cell  on  \"Wednesday  after- \nnoon, Oct.  21,  1835,  to  save  him  from  the  violence  of  a  \"  respectable \nand  influential\"  mob,  who  sought  to  destroy  him  for  preaching  the \nabominable  and  dangerous  doctrine,  that  \"all  men  arc  created  equal,\" \nand  that  all  oppression  is  odious  in  the  sight  of  God.  \"  Hail,  Colum- \nbia!  \"  Cheers  for  the  autocrat  of  Russia,  and  the  sultan  of  Turkey ! \n\"  '  Reader,  let  this  inscription  remain  till  the  last  slave  in  this  des- \npotic land  be  loosed  from  his  fetters.' \n\n\"  In  the  course  of  the  forenoon,  after  passing  through  the  mockery \nof  an  examination,  for  form's  sake,  before  Judge  Whitman,  I  was \nreleased  from  prison ;  but,  at  the  earnest  solicitation  of  the  city \nauthorities,  in  order  to  tranquillize  the  public  mind,  I  deemed  it  proper \nto  leave  the  city  for  a  few  days,  accompanied  by  my  wife,  whose  situa- \ntion was  such  as  to  awaken  the  strongest  solicitude  for  her  life.\" \n\nMr.  Garrison,  in  1840,  attended  the  World's  Convention,  in  Lon- \ndon, as  an  agent  of  the  American  Anti-slavery  Society.  He  was  one \nof  the  originators  of  the  Anti-Sabbath  Convention,  which  held  its \nfirst  gathering  at  Boston,  in  the  Melodeon,  March,  1848. \n\nWe  doubt  not  the  sincere  devotion  of  William  Lloyd  Garrison  to  his \nfavorite  cause  of  immediate  emancipation  ;  but  his  published  pamph- \nlets and  newspaper  articles  abound  in  a  spirit  of  intolerance,  sweeping \ncensure,  and  rash,  injurious  judgment,  tending  to  defeat  the  grand \npurpose  of  the  contest.  The  endeavor  to  extend  liberty  forthwith  to \nthe  slave,  by  the  fierce,  bitter,  and  exasperating  spirit  of  fanaticism,  has \nmore  firmly  bound  the  chains  of  servitude  than  when  abolition  soci- \neties were  founded.  They  partake  largely  of  the  prevailing  ultraisms \nof  the  land.  We  doubt  not  Garrison's  strength  of  principle  in  sympa- \nthy for  the  oppressed.  Lideed,  we  hope  the  Liberty  Bell  will  resound \nover  the  whole  compass  of  this  mighty  republic,  until  the  lash  of  every \noverseer  is  thrown  away ;  but  the  system  of  affiliated  Societies,  held \ntogether  by  passionate  eloquence,  is  to  be  deplored,  and  their  intoler- \nant spirit  is  without  a  parallel  in  any  great  work  of  reform  in  the  land. \n\"Let  the  Union  be  dissolved,\"  said  orator  Douglas,  at  Syracuse;  \"'I \nwish  to  see  it  dissolve.  I  welcome  the  bolt,  be  it  from  heaven  or  hell, \nthat  shall  shiver  it  to  pieces ! \"  The  twenty  years'  excitement  for \nimmediate  emancipation  is  defeated,  and  the  impressive  theme  on  the \nmind  of  every  philanthropist  must  be  how  to  soften  the  hard  fate  of \nthe  enslaved,  and  what  is  the  wisest  plan  of  device  for  effacing  the \ncurse  from  our  country.     We  admire  the  intense  devotion  of  Garrison \n\n\n584  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nto  the  cause  of  liberty,  in  the  same  ratio  that  we  deplore  his  intem- \nperate zeal.  Indeed,  we  know  nothing  in  our  language  breathing  so \nstrongly  of  the  spirit  of  disunion,  as  the  ten  violent  anathemas  of \nGarrison,  in  his  \"  accursed  \"  article  denouncing  the  American  Union. \n\n\n^^t^eO:  IVERS  JAMES   AUSTIN. \n\nJULY   4,  1839.     FOR  THE   CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  Not  solely  to  those  who  sanctioned  the  federal  constitution  by  their \nnames,\"  says  Mr.  Austin,  \"  should  its  glory  be  ascribed.  They  who, \npois-ing  themselves  on  their  personal  character,  dared  dissent  from  some \nof  its  principles,  are  entitled  to  more  gratitude  than  posterity  has \nbestowed.  Had  the  advocates  of  a  stronger  government  succeeded  in \nthe  convention, —  had  the  president  been  invested  with  the  useless  tin- \nsel of  a  regal  title,  and  the  fatal  brilliancy  of  royal  authority, —  this \nanniversary  would  not  now  be  hailed  as  the  jubilee  of  freedom.  If  the \nexecutive,  rising  above  the  darkness  of  faction,  make  the  national  inter- \nest his  cynosure,  experience  has  proved  that  liberty  is  not  endangered \nby  the  energy  of  government. \n\n\"But  if.  descending  from  the  elevation  intended  by  the  framers  of \nthe  constitution,  he  mingles  in  the  turmoil  of  political  contest,  placing \nhimself  first,  his  party  next,  and  his  country  the  last,  in  his  thoughts, \nexperience  has  equally  proved  that  tyranny  may  be  concealed  by  repul)- \nlican  robes.  Tlie  opponents  of  the  constitution  distrusted  human  virtue. \nThey  foresaw  that  the  '  golden  sceptre '  of  executive  authority  might \nbecome  '  an  iron  rod  to  bruise  and  break '  the  disobedient.  They \nexerted  their  influence  to  diminish  its  power.  Whether  such  appre- \nhensions were  founded  in  wisdom,  modern  experiment  will  be  able  to \ndecide.  The  problem  is  yet  unsolved,  whether  American  freedom  has \nmost  to  dread  from  the  strenaith  or  weakness  of  the  federal  head. \n\nO \n\nExecutive  power  has  already  proved  a  formidable  foe  to  popular  virtue: \n—  whether  an  invincible  foe,  coming  events  will  shortly  declare. \n\n\"  However  mistaken  the  opponents  of  the  constitution  may  have \nbeen  in  the  extent  of  their  objections,  their  opposition  lowered  the  high \ntones  of  those  who  desired  more  energy  in  the  government.  It  is  well \nthat  the  ultraism  of  neither  party  prevailed  ;  but,  were  the  executive \n\n\nIVERS  JAMES   AUSTIN.  585 \n\nstronger,  republicanism,  in  tliis  age,  would  be  in  danger  of  dissolution. \nThe  minority  of  the  convention  had  a  large,  if  not  a  principal  share,  in \nthe  compromise  it  effected.  The  spirit  of  independence  animated  their \nsouls.  It  raised  them  above  personal  considerations.  It  led  them  to \nsacrifice  at  the  shrine  of  their  country  the  reward  of  long  and  success- \nful toil  for  its  welfare.  If  few  in  number,  greater  their  praise.  The \ncause  of  opposition  was  to  them  the  cause  of  truth.  They  fearlessly \nmaintained  it ; \n\n\"  And,  foi-  the  testimony  of  truth,  have  borne \nUniversal  reproach,  —  far  worse  to  bear \nThan  violence;  for  this  was  all  their  care, \nTo  stand  approved  in  sight  of  God, \nThough  worlds  judged  them  perverse.\" \n\nIvors  James  Austin,  son  of  Hon.  James  T.  Austin,  was  born  at \nBoston,  and  entered  the  Latin  School  in  1822;  pursued  his  edu- \ncation at  the  United  States  Military  Academy,  in  West  Point,  where \nhe  graduated  in  1828 ;  engaged  in  the  study  of  law  in  the  Law  School \nof  Harvard  College,  where  he  received  an  honorary  degree  in  1831 ;  in \nthe  same  year  he  entered  the  Suffolk  bar,  and  pursued  his  legal \nstudies  in  the  office  of  his  father,  and  became  a  member  of  the  Ancient \nand  Honorable  Artillery  Company.  He  has  been  the  commander  of \nthe  Rifle  Rangers,  lieutenant-colonel  of  the  Boston  regiment,  and  its \niud\"-e-advocate.  He  was  of  the  school  committee  in  1836  and  1837. \nHis  elaborate  report,  as  chairman  of  a  sub-committee  on  the  reorgan- \nization of  the  public  schools  of  Boston,  is  a  highly  valuable  document. \nIn  1838  he  was  elected  a  representative  to  the  State  Legislature.  He \nbecame  a  counsellor-at-law ;  and  married  Ehzabeth  Turner  Amory, \nOct.  9,  184G.  Mr.  Austin  possesses  an  unusual  share  of  legal  knowl- \nedge, and  is  remarkable  for  soundness  of  judgment.  He  has  been  a \nfrec^ueut  contributor  to  the  Law  Reporter ;  and  his  account  of  the \norigin  of  the  -Mississippi  doctrine  of  repudiation,  in  that  journal,  was \nso  highly  esteemed,  that  it  was  printed  in  Illinois,  Mississippi,  and \nthis  State,  in  a  separate  form.  He  furnished  a  valuable  article  for \nWillis'  American  Monthly  Magazine,  on  the  facilities  for  vice  and \nintemperance  in  the  Tremont  Theatre ;  and  has  contributed,  also,  to \nthe  North  American  Review  and  the  Biblical  Journal.  His  article  on \nthe  nature  and  claims  of  the  Military  Academy  at  West  Point  is  of \ngreat  national  spirit. \n\n\n586  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nTHOMAS   POWER. \n\nJULY  4,  1840.     FOR   THE  CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Boston,  Oct.  8,  1786 ;  and  his  birtli-place  was  on  the \nestate  next  above  the  Golden  Ball  in  Hanover-street,  where  Benjamin \nFranklin  was  employed  in  the  shop  of  a  tallow-chandler.  He  gradu- \nated at  Brown  University  in  1808,  and  engaged  in  the  study  of  law, \nunder  the  guidance  of  Hon.  Judge  Jackson.  He  became  a  counsellor- \nat-law  in  1811,  opened  an  ofiice  at  Northfield,  where  he  practised \nlaw  for  a  period  of  four  years,  when  he  settled  at  Boston,  and  was, \nduring  a  period  of  seven  years,  an  efficient  member  of  the  primary \nschool  committee.  He  married  Elizabeth  Sampson,  of  Duxbury,  a \ndescendant  of  the  Pilgrim  Fathers ;  and  was  the  clerk  of  the  Boston \nPolice  Court,  from  the  foundation  of  the  city  government.  It  was  in \nthe  office  of  Mr.  Power,  who  conceived  the  idea,  that  it  was  decided  to \nplant  the  four  rows  of  beautiful  elm-trees  that  flourish  on  the  main \nstreet  of  Northfield. \n\nMr.  Power  possesses  a  highly  poetical  vein,  besides  great  capacity \nin  the  legal  profession ;  and  whatever  he  attempts  he  executes  with  all \nhis  power,  whether  as  author  or  in  his  vocation  at  court.  He  is  a \nfervid  national  poet.  His  Log  Cabin  Song,  which  was  sung  by  the \nLouisiana  delegation,  on  their  entrance  into  Boston,  in  September, \n1840,  to  attend  the  electioneering  gathering  for  Gen.  Harrison,  and \nthe  song  for  President  Taylor,  in  1848, — \n\n'•  'Tis  a  nation's  jubilee,  — \nHonor  to  the  brave  and  free  ;  — \" \n\nmoreover,  \"  The  Old  Grist  Mill,\"  from  his  hand, —  reflect  much  credit \nto  the  warmth  of  his  heart.  His  contributions  to  the  Daily  Atlas \nindicate  the  purity  of  his  judgment  in  musical  criticism.  Mr.  Power \nhas  been  a  political  admirer  of  the  policy  of  Harrison  Gray  Otis ;  and. \nat  a  public  festival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  March  4, 1829,  when  he  was  mayor \nof  Boston,  gave  this  sentiment, — \"Hon.  H.  G.  Otis:  Made  dearer  to \nBostonians  by  Washington  railing  and  Boston  railways.\"  Amid  the \nmultiplicity  of  his  engagements,  Mr.  Power  has  found  leisure  to  exer- \ncise his  native  talent;  and  of  his  productions  we  find  Masonic  Melodies, \n108  pages  8vo. :  Secrecy,  a  poem  delivered  before  the  Knights  Tern- \n\n\nTHOMAS    POWER.  587 \n\nplars,  Feb.  28,  1832.  His  best  effort  is,  Lafayette,  a  Poem,— dedi- \ncated to  the  young  men  of  Boston,  1834,  in  twenty-eight  pages. \nHe  gave  a  Masonic  Oration  at  Waltham,  in  1821,  and  an  oration  at \nNorthfield,  July  4, 1812 ;  beside  the  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article. \nMr.  Power  should  ever  devote  his  intervals  of  leisure  to  national \nliterature.  The  poet  who  wrote  the  elegant  effusion  before  us  should \nnever  restrain  the  inspiration  of  his  Muse.  Here  is  a  fine  conception \nof  the  Liberty  Tree  destroyed  by  the  British  soldiers  during  the  siege \nof  Boston,  in  1775,  which  flourished  two  centuries  ago.  We  select \nfrom  \"  Lafayette,  a  Poem :  \" \n\n\"  There  stood,  in  its  unfading  green, \nA  monarch  of  the  forest-scene  ; \nAloft,  abroad  its  branches  spread, — \n'Mong  its  deep  foliage  zephyrs  played, — \nAnd  fair  its  form,  and  deep  its  shade; \nPrinces  and  peasants,  too,  'tis  said, \nSought  its  protection  when  the  sun \nHalf  his  bright,  burning  course  had  run, \n1  And  owned  their  deep  devotion  due  > \n\nWhere  thoughts  are  free  and  hands  are  true. \nFair,  too,  the  verdant  spot  where  stood \nThat  towering  monarch  of  the  wood. \nAnd  sweet  the  flowers,  of  mingled  hues. \nThat  clustered  there,  in  heaven's  own  dews, \nThat  flourished  'neath  that  holy  tree \nTo  throw  their  perfume  on  the  air. \n\nIn  elemental  liberty. \nAs  things  of  light,  buoyant  and  free. \n\nMid  kindred  spirits  bright  and  fair. \n\n***** \nThe  warrior  hears  the  clash  of  arms. \n\nThe  shock  of  battle,  loudly  rise. \nAnd  courtly  rays  and  beauty's  charms \n\nFade  like  a  vapor  in  the  skies.  , \n\nFair  Freedom  now  has  power  alone \n\nTo  lead  his  heart  and  guide  his  hand. \nFor  pomp  and  honors  near  a  throne. \n\nHe  seeks  a  home  in  foreign  land. \nThe  cry  is.  Up  !  wake  !  freemen,  wake  ! \n\nOppression  shrinks,  and  man  is  free  ; \nThe  bolts  and  bars  of  tyrants  break, \n\nWhen  touched  by  heavenly  Liberty. \nIn  the  far-distant  west  is  seen. \n\nWhere  beauty  the  horizon  streaks, \nA  lovely  garden,  fresh  and  green,  — \n\n'T  is  the  new  home  the  warrior  seeks. \n\n\n588  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nHis  hopes  are  high,  and  onward  still \n\nUnwearied  fancy  proudly  bears. \nWhere  war's  loud  trumpet,  sharp  and  shrill. \n\nThe  march  of  Freedom's  host  declares. \nWith  soul  on  fire,  his  piercing  eye, \n\nProphetic,  sees  that  little  band  ; \nHe  hears,  elate,  the  battle-cry  — \n\nFor  God,  our  liberty,  our  land  ! \n\n\nRUFUS   CIIOATE. \n\nAPRIL   21,  1841.     EULOGY  ON   PRESIDENT  HARRISON. \n\nWas  born  at  Essex  (formerly  Chebacco),  Essex  County.  Oct.  1, \n1799.  When  at  school,  he  was  remarkable  for  a  great  memory  and \nabstracted  habits. —  avoiding  youthful  sports,  and  ever  at  the  head  of \nhis  class.  He  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1819,  and  was  a \ntutor  there  until  1821.  He  entered  the  Dane  Law  School,  at  Cam- \nbrido^e,  and  read  law  in  the  office  of  Hon.  David  Cummincrs,  of  Salem, \nand  under  William  Wirt,  at  AVashington,  who  was  then  the  U.  S. \nAttorney  General.  He  practised  law  at  Danvers,  of  which  town  he \nwas  a  representative  in  1826-7.  He  removed  to  Salem,  and  finally \nsettled  at  Boston,  in  1834.  He  married  Helen,  daughter  of  Hon. \nMills  Olcott,  of  Hanover,  N.  H.  In  1830  he  was  elected,  for  Essex. \nto  the  State  Senate;  in  1832  he  vras  a  representative  in  Congress; \nand  in  1842  he  was  elected  to  the  U.  S.  Senate,  for  Suifolk,  by  the \nState  Legislature, —  which  station  he  resigned  in  1845.  Mr.  Choatc \nis  a  resent  of  the  Smithsonian  Institute,  at  Washington :  a  member  of \nthe  Massachusetts  Historical  Society,  and  New  England  Historic  and \nGenealogic  Society. \n\nHe  is  an  eminent  counsellor ;  and  the  Law  Reporter  remarks  of \nhim,  that  \"  ho  is  certainly  one  of  the  most  gifted  orators  of  New  Eng- \nland. A  brilliant  intellect,  which  has  been  developed  by  e.xact  and \nlaborious  study,  a  wonderful  power  of  discrimination  and  abstraction,  an \nexuberant  flow  of  language,  a  sparkhng  wit,  a  lively  fancy,  and  an  over- \nwhelming enthusiasm,  enable  him  to  control  almost  any  audience,  and \nentitle  him  to  the  name  of  the  American  Erskine.  Yet,  with  many  of \nErskine's  excellences,  he  has  some  of  his  failings.     Among  these  may \n\n\nKUPUS   CHOATE.  589 \n\nbe  included  a  strong  love  of  the  marvellous,  and  a  disposition  to  make \ntoo  much  of  small  things.  As  Hamlet  would  say,  he  almost  tears  a \npassion  to  tatters,  in  his  anxiety  to  bear  upon  a  single  point.  This  is \na  great  element  of  rhetorical  power ;  but  Ave  doubt  whether  it  be  in \ngood  taste  in  a  court  of  justice,  where  the  object  is  to  convince,  and \nnot  to  carry  by  storm.\" \n\nWhen  Mr.  Choate  pronounced  the  eulogy  on  the  beloved  Harrison, \nhis  eje  kindling  with  excitement,  his  countenance  overshadowed  with \ngrief,  and,  in  his  deep-toned,  musical  voice,  enlarged  on  the  history  and \nthe  virtues  of  the  departed,  in  language  breathing  the  very  essence  of \neloquence,  it  was  a  scene  as  overpowering  as  the  oratory  of  Greece  and \nRome.  \"In  looking  over  the  history  of  his  life,\"  said  Mr.  Choate, \n\"more  carefully,  to  form  an  estimate  of  the  aggregate  of  his  character, \nI  venture  to  think,  that  while  through  his  life  he  displayed  the  requi- \nsite capacity  for  the  formation  and  administration  of  laws,  or  whatever \npublic  duty  was  required  of  him,  it  was  the  warm,  pure  and  great \nheart  that  attracted  and  retained  for  him  the  love  of  his  countrymen. \nHe  should  be  remembered,  and  we  will  speak  of  him  to  our  children, \nas  the  Good  Pkesidext.  Homely  as  that  epithet  may  appear,  how \nmuch  more  has  it  of  real  significance  than  the  imperial  title  'great,'  so \noften  given  to  men  who  have  waded-  through  blood  to  thrones  !  I \nneed  give  but  two  anecdotes,  to  illustrate  this  trait  in  his  disposition. \nHe  pardoned  the  negro  who  sought  his  life ;  and  rescued  him,  by  his \nown  solicitation,  when  fastened  to  the  stake  for  mihtary  punishment. \nHe  recovered  heavy  damages,  by  a  verdict,  in  a  case  for  slander,  and \nthen  divided  the  money  received  among  the  children  of  the  slanderers, \nand  the  orphan  children  of  some  of  his  old  soldiers.  Although  he  was \nhospitable  beyond  the  usual  hospitality  of  the  west,  it  was  always  the \nremnant  of  the  armies  of  Harmar  and  St.  Clair  that  found  the  warmest \nwelcome  at  his  ever  ready  board.  When  the  ear  heard  him,  it  blessed \nhim ;  when  the  eye  saw  him,  it  gave  witness  to  him,  because  he  deUv- \nered  the  poor  that  cried,  and  the  fatherless,  and  him  that  had  none  to \nhelp  him.  Consider,  then,  that  combined  benevolence  and  integrity, \nworthy  the  accounts  of  Grecian  and  Roman  fame,  to  which  he  was  not \nashamed  to  turn  his  attention  backwards,  —  behold  him  tried  by  the \ntemptation  of  an  office  from  which  he  might  have  amassed  a  princely \nfortune,  and,  with  the  conscientious  honor  of  a  Washington,  retiring \nfrom'  it  poor, — and  you  will  feel  and  see,  in  a  moment,  what  it  was  that \nimpelled  towards  him  the  love  of  a  people.  The  country  had  long  been \n50 \n\n\n590  THE    nUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nunprosperous,  from  causes  into  -which  we  need  not  inquire.  We  were \nlaboring  the  livelong  day,  and  feeling,  as  we  lay  down  at  night,  that \nwe  wcic  growing  poorer  and  poorer.  The  people  were  puzzled  with \nvarious  theories  and  arguments.  They  were  growing  more  and  more \ndistrustful  with  all  mere  great  talent ;  there  grew  up  a  wide  and  irre- \npressible craving,  in  the  public  heart,  for  an  honest  man  from  among \nthemselves,  to  preside  over  their  affairs,  and  help  them  backward  to \nthe  glories  of  their  flithers'  days.  Then  it  was  that  they  turned  to \nhim.  Be  this  the  lesson  of  his  life.  Be  this  his  eulogy.  That  not \nfor  descent  from  an  exalted  line,  not  for  his  military  victories,  not  for \nhis  dexterity  in  the  partisanship  of  professional  politics,  was  he  chosen \nto  relieve  and  reform  the  land,  but  because  he  was  a  good  and  just \nman,  fearing  God  and  loving  his  country.\"  These  were  the  last  words \nof  the  tribute  :  \"We  stand  on  this  spot,  where  the  heart  of  an  American \nmust  throb  with  pride  and  joy.  And  yet,  perhaps  you  have  embellished \nthe  glories  of  even  this  place,  by  hanging  these  emblems  of  mourning  to \nits  pillars, —  by  this  dim  religious  hght  we  have  added  to  the  memories \nof  its  ancestral  glories.\"  Mr.  Choate,  possessing  the  keenest  sensi- \ntiveness to  impressions,  is  distinguished  as  much  for  his  power  of  self- \ncontrol  as  his  power  of  self-excitation ;  and  his  emotions,  like  well- \ntrained  troops,  are  \"  impetuous  by  rule.\"  They  appear  always  to  rise \nup  to  his  mind  with  a  personal  existence.  Thus  New  York,  with  him, \nis  not  simply  a  city  distinguished  for  commercial  energy,  but  a  city \nwhich  with  one  hand  \"  grasps  the  golden  harvests  of  the  west,  and  with \nthe  other,  like  Venice,  espouses  the  everlasting  sea.\"  \"  Massachu- \nsetts,\" he  says,  \"  will  ever  be  true  to  the  constitution.  She  sat  among \nthe  most  affectionate  at  its  cradle  ;  she  will  follow,  the  saddest  of  the \nprocession  of  sorrow,  its  hearse.\"  Again,  he  observes  that,  after  we \ncame  out  of  the  war  of  1812,  \"  the  baptism  of  fire  and  blood  was  on \nour  brow,  and  its  influence  on  our  spirit  and  legislation.\" \n\nWe  will  relate  an  instance  of  the  excitable  powers  of  our  orator.  In \nan  argument  on  a  case  of  impeachment,  before  a  legislative  committee, \nMr.  Choate  remarked  that  he  never  read,  without  a  thrill  of  sublimity, \nthe  concluding  article  in  the  Bill  of  Rights, —  the  language  of  which  is \nborrowed  directly  from  Harrington,  who  says  he  owes  it  to  Livy, — that \n*'  in  the  government  of  this  commonwealth,  the  legislative  department \nshall  never  exercise  the  executive  and  judicial  powers,  or  either  of \nthem ;  the  executive  shall  never  exercise  the  legislative  and  judicial \npowers,  or  either  of  them ;  the  judicial  shall  never  exercise  the  legis- \nlative and  executive  powers,  or  either  of  them ;  —  to  the  end  that  it \n\n\nRUFUS   CHOATE.  591 \n\nmay  he  a  government  of  laws,  and  not  of  men;  \"  thus  providing  that \nthe  three  great  departments  shall  be  entirely  independent  of  each \nother ;  and  he  remembered  a  story  of  a  person  who  said  that  he  could \nread  Paradise  Lost  without  affecting  him  at  all,  but  that  there  was  a \npassage  at  the  end  of  Newton's  Optics  which  made  his  flesh  creep  and \nhis  hair  stand  on  end.  I  confess,  said  Mr.  Choate,  that  I  never \nread  that  article  of  the  constitution  without  feeling  the  same, — \"to  the \nend  that  it  may  be  a  government  of  laws,  and  not  of  men.\" \n\nMr.  Choate  delivered  an  oration  at  New  York,  Dec.  22,  1843, \nbefore  the  New  England  Society,  in  the  Tabernacle,  on  the  Pilgrims, \ntheir  character  and  acts,  as  constituting  one  of  the  heroic  periods  of \nhistory.  He  attributed  much  of  the  subsequent  course  of  the  Puritans \nto  the  residence  of  a  thousand  leading  men  of  their  number  at  Geneva \nfor  five  years,  whither  they  were  driven  by  the  bigoted  Queen  Mary. \nThere  they  found  a  republic.  He  described  the  valley  in  which  Geneva \nis  situated,—  its  placid  lake,  the  lofty  mountains  which  stand  around  it ; \nhe  expatiated  upon  its  laws,  its  quiet,  its  independence,  its  learning,  its \nreligion;  and  finished  the  description  with  the  exclamation,  \"There \nthey  found  a  commonwealth  without  a  king,  and  a  church  without  a \nbishop,\"  which  received  such  a  burst  of  emotion,  long  and  loud,  as \nnever  before  resounded  in  the  Tabernacle.  Mr.  Choate  attends  the \nEssex-street  Congregational  church,  at  Boston ;  and  this  bold  sectarian \nallusion  so  sensibly  affected  those  of  the  Episcopal  order,  that  it  forth- \nwith prompted  remarks  from  Rev.  Dr.  Wainwright,  at  the  public \ndinner  of  the  occasion  on  that  day,  which  elicited  a  warm  controversy, \nthat  continued  for  a  twelvemonth. \n\nIn  this  connection,  we  introduce  the  highly  felicitous  allusion  of \nDaniel  Webster  to  the  Mayflower,  at  the  dinner  of  the  New  England \nPilgrim  Society,  apropos  to  a  miniature  model  of  that  vessel  which  was \non  the  table.  \"  There  was,\"  said  Mr.  Webster,  \"in  ancient  times,  a \nship  which  carried  Jason  on  his  voyage  for  the  acquisition  of  the  golden \nfleece  ;  there  was  a  ship  at  the  battle  of  Actium  which  majde  Augustus \nCaesar  master  of  the  world ;  there  have  been  famous  ships  which  bore \nto  victory  a  Drake,  a  Howe,  a  Nelson ;  there  are  ships  which  have \ncarried  our  own  Hull,  Decatur,  and  Stewart,  in  triumph.  But  what \nare  they  all,  as  to  their  chances  of  remembrance  among  men,  to  the \nHttle  bark  Mayflower?  That  Mayflower  was  and  is  a  flower  of  per- \npetual blossom.  It  can  stand  the  sultry  blasts  of  summer,  resist  the \nfurious  tempests  of  autumn,  and  remain  untouched  by  the  gales  and \n\n\n592  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthe  frosts  of  winter.  It  can  defy  all  climates  and  all  times.  It  will \nspread  its  petals  over  the  whole  world,  and  exhale  a  living  odor  and \nfragrance  to  the  last  syllable  of  recorded  time.\" \n\nA  satirical  journalist,  remarking  of  the  rhetorical  eloquence  of  Ilufus \nChoate  in  his  arguments  for  the  license  of  spirituous  liquors,  at  Boston, \nin  1847,  says  that,  as  he  shot  his  piercing,  resolute  eyes,  liither  and \nthither,  drew  on  that  solemn  face,  and  poured  out  those  deep  tones  of \nawful  solemnity,  rolled  up  those  tremendous  climaxes,  raised  his  com- \nmanding form  upon  his  toes,  came  down  upon  his  heels  like  two  paver's \nrammers,  and  shook  the  whole  firmament  of  the  Common  Council  cham- \nber, like  an  earthquake,  we  could  not  but  imagine  what  a  sensation  he \nwould  have  produced  as  a  revival  preacher,  or  a  Richard  the  Tliird  on \nthe  sta2:e.  But,  if  he  has  mistaken  his  callino;  to  either  of  the  latter \nprofessions,  the  mistake  is  very  shght  and  insignificant.  Seeking \nundoubtedly  for  dramatic  effect,  he  seemed  to  combine  in  a  high  degree \nthe  talents  of  all  three  professions.  Choate  has  a  playful  sympathy \nwith  the  ludicrous  side  of  things,  says  Whipple,  as,  in  his  speech  on  the \nOregon  question,  in  which  he  uses  the  figure  of  the  Legislature  putting \nits  head  out  of  the  window,  and,  in  a  voice  all  over  the  world,  speaking \nto  the  negotiators  of  the  pending  treaty,  bidding  them  God  speed ;  but \ninsinuating  that,  if  they  did  not  give  up  the  whole  subject  in  dispute,  it \nwould  be  settled  by  main  force.  It  has  been  said  of  Choate,  that  he \ndrives  in  a  substantive  and  six ;  but  unlike  Burke,  who  had  his  reins \nupon  them  all,  each  restrained  with  a  care  essential  to  a  proper  guidance. \n\nRufus  Choate  is  more  at  home  as  a  pleader  at  the  bar  than  in  polit- \nical speeches  or  public  lectures.  \"While  pleading,  his  eye  flashes,  as \nit  turns  rapidly  from  the  court  to  the  jury,  and  the  jury  to  the  court. \nEver  remarking,  with  intuitive  sagacity,  the  slightest  traces  of  emotion \nor  thought  in  the  eye,  lip,  face,  position  or  movement,  of  the  judge, — \never  reading  the  soul  revealed  to  him,\"  as  one  graphically  sketches, \n\"  perhaps  to  him  alone,  and  comprehended  by  that  mysterious  sympathy \nwhich  unites  the  orator  and  auditor,  as  by  an  electric  atmosphere, \nthrough  which  thoughts  and  feelings  pass  and  repass  in  silence,  but  in \npower,  Choate  is  aware,  with  the  certainty  of  genius  and  the  rapid- \nity of  instinct,  of  the  effect  he  has  produced  upon  the  judge,  whose \nshghtest  word,  he  knows,  is  weightier  than  the  eloquence  of  counsel ; \nand,  at  the  first  shght  intimation  of  dissent,  rapidly,  but  almost  imper- \nceptibly, modifies,  hmits  and  explains,  his  idea,  until  he  feels  the  con- \ncert of  mental  sympathy  between  mind  and  mind, —  and  then,  like  a \n\n\nPwUFUS   CHOATE.  593 \n\nsteed  checked  into  noble  action,  or  a  river  raising  to  burst  over  its  bar- \nriers, with  his  mind  elevated  and  excited  by  opposition,  he  discourses  to \nthe  jury  logic,  eloquence  and  poetry,  in  tones  that  linger  in  the  mem- \nory like  the  parting  sound  of  a  cathedral  bell,  or  the  dying  note  of  an \norgan.  His  voice  is  deep,  musical,  sad.  Thrilling  it  can  be  as  a  fife, \nbut  it  has  often  a  plaintive  cadence,  as  though  his  soul  mourned,  amid \nthe  loud  and  angry  tumults  of  the  forum,  for  the  quiet  gi^ove  of  the \nacademy,  or  in  these  evil  times  sighed  at  the  thought  of  those  charms \nand  virtues  \"which  -we  dare  conceive  in  boyhood,  and  pursue  as  men, \nthe  unreached  paradise  of  our  despair.\" \n\nThe  mind  of  Choate  is  as  rapid  as  consists  with  sanity.  In  the \nattempt  to  keep  pace  with  him,  reiDorters,  as  already  intimated,  throw \ndown  their  pencils  in  despair.  His  own  pen  traces,  in  the  same  vain \nattempt;  one  long,  waving,  illegible  line,  scarcely  to  be  read  by  himself. \nand  defying  the  scrutiny  of  others.  It  has  been  said  of  him,  that,  if \nthe  magnetic  telegraph  were  affi.xcd  to  his  lips,  the  words  would  leap \non  the  wires.  His  style  is  the  poetry  of  prose,  with  here  and  there  an \nexpression,  which,  to  use  the  questionable  expression  of  Burke,  rises \nfrom  poetry  into  eloquence,  some  thoughts  which  entrance,  some  idea \nwhich  burns.  Such  is  that  inimitable  comparison,  when  speaking  of \nthe  principles  of  Henry  Clay.  He  said  they  rise  like  the  peaks  of \na  lofty  mountain-range,  from  the  table-land  of  all  illustrious  life.  Such \nis  that  sentiment,  worthy  of  Patrick  Henry,  the  greatest  orator  of  Amer- \nica, when,  in  the  very  words  which  we  may  suppose  the  forest-boi-n \nDemosthenes  would  have  used,  he  said,  '\"What !  banish  the  Bible  from \nschools  !  Never,  while  there  is  a  piece  of  Plymouth  Rock  left  large \nenough  to  make  a  gun-flint  of !  \"  The  autograph  of  Mr.  Choate,  says \none,  somewhat  resembles  the  map  of  Ohio,  and  looks  like  a  piece  of \ncrayon  sketching  done  in  the  dark,  with  a  three-pronged  fork.  His \nhand-writing  cannot  be  deciphered  without  the  aid  of  a  pair  of  com- \npasses and  a  quadrant. \n\nMr.  Choate  is  a  decided  advocate  for  the  union  of  the  States.  At \nthe  Union  meeting  of  the  Whig  and  Democratic  parties,  in  Faneuil \nHall,  Nov.  26,  1850,  when  Dr.  John  C.  Warren  presided,  the  object \nof  which  was  to  sustain  the  Federal  Union,  uphold  its  constitution,  and \nenforce  the  duty  of  obedience  to  the  laws,  occasioned  by  the  sensation \nai'ising  from  the  recent  Fugitive  Slave  Law,  Mr.  Choate  delivered  a \nnoble  speech,  in  which  he  said,  after  a  train  of  argument :  \"I  submit, \nthat  the  two  great  political  parties  of  the  north  are  called  upon,  by \n50* \n\n\n594  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nevery  consideration  of  patriotism  and  duty,  to  strike  this  whole  subject \nfrom  their  respective  issues.  I  go  for  no  amalgamation  of  parties,  and \nfor  the  forming  of  no  new  party.  But  I  admit  the  deepest  solicitude, \nthat  those  which  now  exist,  preserving  their  actual  organization  and \ngeneral  principles  and  aims, —  if  so  it  must  be, — -should  to  this  extent \ncoalesce.  Neither  can  act  in  this  behalf  effectually  alone.  Honorable \nconcert  is  indispensable,  and  they  owe  it  to  the  country.  Have  not \nthe  eminent  men  of  both  these  great  organizations  united  on  this \nadjustment?  Are  they  not  both,  primarily,  national  parties?  Is  it \nnot  one  of  their  most  important  and  beautiful  uses,  that  they  extend \nthe  whole  length  and  breadth  of  our  country ;  and  that  they  help,  or \nought  to  help,  to  hold  the  extreme  north  to  the  extreme  south,  by  a \ntie  stronger  almost  than  that  of  mere  patriotism, —  by  that  surest  cement \nof  friendship,  common  opinions  on  the  great  concerns  of  the  republic? \nYou  are  a  Democrat ;  and  have  you  not,  for  thirty-two  years  in  fifty, \nunited  with  the  universal  Democratic  party  in  the  choice  of  southern \npresidents  ?  Has  it  not  been  your  function,  for  even  a  larger  part  of \nthe  last  half-century,  to  rally  with  the  south  for  the  support  of  the  gen- \neral administration  ?  Has  it  not  ever  been  your  boast,  your  merit  as  a \nparty,  that  you  are  in  an  intense,  and  even  characteristic  degree, \nnational  and  unionist  in  your  spirit  and  politics,  although  you  had  your \norigin  in  the  assertion  of  State  rights  ;  that  you  have  contributed,  in \na  thousand  ways,  to  the  extension  of  our  territory,  and  the  establish- \nment of  our  martial  fame,  and  that  you  follow  the  flag  on  whatever \nfield  or  deck  it  waves  ?  And  will  you,  for  the  sake  of  a  temporary \nvictory  in  a  State,  or  for  any  other  cause,  insert  an  article  in  your \ncreed,  and  give  a  direction  to  your  tactics,  Avhich  shall  detach  you  from \nBuch  companionship,  and  unfit  you  for  such  service  in  all  time  to \ncome  ? \n\n\"You  are  a  Whig.  I  give  my  hand  on  that ;  and  is  not  your  party \nnational,  too  ?  Do  you  not  find  your  fastest  allies  at  the  south  ?  Do \nyou  not  need  the  vote  of  Louisiana,  of  North  Carolina,  of  Tennessee, \nof  Kentucky,  to  defend  you  from  the  redundant  capital,  matured  skill, \nand  pauper  labor,  of  Europe  ?  Did  you  not  just  now,  with  a  wise  con- \ntempt of  sectional  issues  and  sectional  noises,  unite  to  call  that  brave, \nfirm  and  good  Old  Man,  from  his  plantation,  and  seat  him,  with  all \nthe  honors,  in  the  place  of  Washington  ?  Circumstances  have  forced \nboth  these  parties  —  the  northern  and  the  southern  divisions  of  both \n—  to  suspend  for  a  space  the  legitimate  objects  of  their  institution.    For \n\n\nGEORGE  TICKNOR   CURTIS.  595 \n\na  space,  laying  them  aside,  and  resolving  themselves  into  our  individual \ncapacities,  we  have  thought  and  felt  on  nothing  but  slavery.  These \ncircumstances  exist  no  longer.  And  shall  we  not  instantly  revive  the \nold  creeds,  renew  the  old  ties,  and,  by  a  manly  and  honorable  concert, \nresolve  to  spare  America  that  last  calamity,  the  formation  of  parties \naccording  to  geographical  hnes?\" \n\n\nGEORGE   TICKNOR  CURTIS. \n\nJULY  4,  1841.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  Our  fathers  conducted  the  Revolution  against  the  king's  govern- \nment, and  not  against  the  institutions  of  the  country,\"  remarks  our \norator,  in  this  performance.  \"  They  tore  up  no  ancient  landmarks,\" \ncontinues  he,  \"  except  those  which  denoted  the  state  of  colonial  bond- \nage. They  proceeded  with  the  machinery  of  society  as  they  found \nit.  The  provincial  and  continental  authorities  displaced  those  of  the \ncrown,  and  went  on  to  arm  the  country  for  civil  war,  without  loosening \nthe  bonds  which  held  society  together.  Without  resorting  to  the  fiction \nunder  which  Charles  I.  made  war  upon  the  king  in  the  king's  name, \nthey  took  up  arms  for  an  independent  government  of  their  own,. and \nnot  to  eradicate  the  spirit  or  institutions  of  that  civilization  which  they \nhad  derived  from  home.  When,  in  the  Declaration  of  Independence, \nthey  set  forth  the  whole  substance  of  the  controversy,  and  the  objects \nat  which  they  aimed,  moving  on  some  of  the  most  solid  principles  of \nthe  British  constitution,  as  well  as  the  inalienable  rights  of  man,  they \nclearly  demonstrated  that  their  design  was  to  '  institute  new  govern- \nment,' but  not  to  go  beyond  what  the  abolition  of  the  old  forms \nrequired. \n\n\"  It  will  be  asked.  What  is  the  import  of  this  to  the  present  time? \nNot  to  give  it  any  practical  bearing  upon  any  modern  subject,  I  cannot \nbut  think  that  this  forbearance  —  whether  it  was  the  purpose  of  a  wise \nforecast,  or  the  happy  tendency  of  the  national  temper,  or  the  result  of \ncircumstances  —  was  most  fortunate  for  the  country.  I  cannot  but \nthink  that  we  owe  to  it,  as  much  as  to  the  lucky  accidents  of  our  posi- \ntion, and  our  vast  physical  resources,  what  the  country  has  become. \nCertain  and  manifest  it  is,  that  we  owe  to  it  the  fact,  that  when  the \n\n\n596  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncountry  was  freed  by  the  final  accomplisliment  of  revolution,  society \ndid  not  have  to  be  reconstructed  from  its  foundation ;  that  only  a  form \nof  government  had  to  be  framed,  and  that  immediately ;  and,  as  if  from \na  goal  on  the  race-course,  the  young  giant  started  on  his  career.  Let \nus  suppose, —  not  that  our  fathers,  from  the  imperious  necessity  of  their \nposition,  or  from  a  depraved  appetite  for  destruction  and  overthrow,  had \nuprooted  the  whole  foundations  of  the  social  state, — but  that,  with  an \naim  to  be  thorough  in  their  work,  stimulated  by  some  degree  of  political \nhatred,  they  had  banished  all  they  could  of  British  origin,  save  their \nlanguage  and  their  blood.  To  narrow  the  hypothesis  to  a  single  illustra- \ntion, let  us  imagine  that,  when  the  last  band  of  British  soldiery  left  the \nshore,  the  American  people  had  cast  after  them,  into  the  sea,  the  whole \nbody  of  the  law  of  England  :  and  had  then  turned  to  construct  for  them- \nselves, out  of  nothing,  a  jurisprudence  upon  which  to  found  the  social \nand  political  relations  of  the  country,  —  think  you  that  in  less  than \nthree-quarters  of  a  century  this  country  could  have  reached  its  present \nheight?  Think  you  that,  without  history  to  draw  from, —  without \nprecedent  and  ancient  usage, —  without  an  unwritten  law  from  the \nexpansive  principles  of  which  public  and  private  rights  could  derive \ndefinition  and  adjustment, —  you  would  have  seen  this  harmonious \ndevelopment  of  society  that  is  now  going  on'?  Think  you  that  the \npublic  and  international  relations  of  the  country  could  have  acquired \nthat  dignity  which  now  belongs  to  them :  and  that  the  new  republic,  of \na  little  more  than  sixty  years'  standing  among  nations,  could  have \nspoken,  as  it  has  lately  spoken,  to  the  parent  State,  in  terms  of  an \nabsolute  equality,  and  with  a  moral  power  which  may  supersede  the \nuse  of  arms'?\"  This  oration  is  entitled  The  True  Uses  of  American \nRevolutionary  History. \n\nGeorge  Ticknor,  the  son  of  Benjamin  Curtis,  was  born  at  Water- \ntown,  Nov.  28,  1812 ;  was  a  graduate  of  Harvard  College  in  1832, \nwhen  he  gave  a  literary  disquisition  on  the  importance  of  independent \ncriticism  on  the  growth  of  national  literature  ;  and  was  a  student  in  the \nDane  Law  School.  He  completed  his  studies  for  the  profession  in  the \noffice  of  Charles  P.  Curtis,  at  Boston,  and  was  admitted  to  the  Sufiblk \nbar  in  August,  1836.  He  married,  Oct.  17, 1844,  Mary  Ohver,  daugh- \nter of  the  late  Mr.  Justice  Story.  This  lady  died  April  28,  1848. \nHe  married  a  second  time,  at  Patterson,  N.  J.,  Nov.  6,  1851,  Louise \nAdale  Mystrom.  He  is  a  counsellor-at-law ;  was  a  representative  for \nBoston  in  the  State  Legislature  from  1840  until  the  year  1844.  and \nhas  been  a  member  of  the  school-committee  at  different  times. \n\n\nGEOROE  TICKNOR   CURTIS.  597 \n\nMr.  Curtis  lias  prepared  more  \"works,  for  the  practical  use  of  tlie \npublic,  as  author  and  editor,  than  any  one  of  his  generation  at  the \nSuffolk  bar ;  and  has  indicated,  by  his  intense  devotion  to  the  legal \nprofession,  that  he  loves  the  pursuit.  It  was  the  opinion  of  Justice \nStory,  regarding  his  treatise  on  the  Rights  and  Duties  of  Merchant \nSeamen,  that  it  is  written  with  great  ability,  accuracy  and  learning,  and \nis  by  far  the  most  valuable  work  on  that  subject  now  in  existence.  The \ndigest  of  the  decisions  of  the  courts  of  Common  Law  and  Admiralty, \ntwo  volumes  of  which  were  prepared  by  Mr.  Curtis,  is  a  monument  of \npatient  industry.  He  prepared,  also,  a  digest  of  cases  in  the  American \nand  English  Courts  of  Admiralty.  His  American  Conveyancer,  being \ndivested  of  the  general  technicalities  of  the  law,  is  of  great  utility  to \nbusiness  men.  His  treatise  on  the  Law  of  Patents  for  useful  inventions \nin  this  country,  and  the  remedies  for  infringement,  is  invaluable  to  the \nprofession  and  the  proprietors  of  all  useful  inventions.  The  Equity \nPrecedents,  supplementary  to  the  treatise  of  Justice  Story,  ever  aids \ntht.'  law  student.  His  tract  on  the  true  issue  of  the  question  relating  to \nthe  (IciTiolition  of  the  convent  at  Charlestown.  entitled  The  Rights  of \nCouscit-nce  and  Property,  is  written  with  eloquence  and  power.  The \nmost  interesting  production  of  Mr.  Curtis,  to  the  lovers  of  literature  in \nall  professions,  and  to  the  general  reader,  is  the  treatise  on  the  Law  of \nCopyright  in  Books,  Dramatic  and  Musical  Compositions,  Letters  and \nother  Manuscripts,  Engravings  and  Sculpture,  as  administered  in \nEngland  and  America,  with  some  notices  of  the  History  of  Literary \nProperty.  We  know  not  how  more  suitably  to  revive  an  interest  in \nthis  work,  than  to  cite  the  opinion  of  the  North  American  Review, \nand  to  advise  the  printing  of  a  new  edition,  as  it  is  unknown  to  our \npublic  libraries :  ' '  The  author  has  avoided  the  dry  and  merely  tech- \nnical manner  which  writers  on  subjects  relating  to  the  law  seem  to \nconsider  a  matter  of  professional  etiquette  to  adopt.  Apart  from  the \ninterest  which  every  man  of  letters  may  be  supposed  to  feel  in  a  dis- \ncussion of  copyright,  he  will  find  in  Mr.  Curtis'  work  ample  scope  for \nliterary  taste.  Many  curious  and  valuable  details  of  literary  history \nare  introduced,  and  the  notes  are  enriched  with  copious  illustrations, \ndrawn  from  biographies,  criticisms  and  judicial  decisions,  embodied  in \nthe  most  agreeable  manner,  collected  nowhere  else.\" \n\nIn  the  winter  of  1849  Mr.  Curtis  commenced  the  delivery  of  a \ncourse  of  twelve  lectures  on  the  History  of  the  Constitution  of  the \nUnited  States,  which  were  closed  Feb.  7,  1850.     The  last  of  the  lee- \n\n\n598  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\ntures,  the  subject  of  which  was  on  the  strength  of  the  constitution,  was \npubhshed.  They  evince  a  profound  knowledge  of  the  philosophy  of \ngovernment,  a  patriotic  spirit,  and  great  research. \n\n\nHORACE  MANN. \n\nJULY  4,  1842.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nHorace  Mann  was  born  at  Frankhn,  in  Massachusetts,  May  4, \n1796.  He  was  mostly  self-educated,  being  of  limited  funds.  He \nentered  Brown  University  in  advance  of  the  customary  period,  where \nhe  graduated  in  1819,  and  gave  the  valedictory  address,  on  the  improve- \nment of  the  human  species  in  dignity  and  happiness,  and  became  a  tutor \nfrom  1820  to  1822.  \"A  teacher  with  whom  I  partly  fitted  for  col- \nlege, Master  Samuel  Barrett,  an  itinerant  schoolmaster  and  a  profound \nlinguist,\"  says  Mr.  Mann,  \"in  hearing  the  .^neid,  the  select  orations \nof  Cicero  and  the  four  evangelists,  in  Greek,  never  took  either  grammar \nor  text-book  into  his  hand ;  and  he  would  have  considered  it  an  indig- \nnity, if  a  pupil  had  offered  him  one,  by  which  to  set  the  next  lesson. \nI  know  that  this  ability  of  his  inspired  ojie  of  his  pupils,  at  least,  with \nsentiments  of  respect  towards  him,  with  conceptions  of  excellence,  and \nwith  an  ardor  for  attainment,  such  as  all  the  places  and  prizes  ever \nbestowed,  and  a  life  of  floggings  into  the  bargain,  would  never  have \nimparted.  I  well  remember  that,  when  I  encountered  a  diflSculty, \neither  in  translation  or  syntax,  and  was  ready  to  despair  of  success  in \novercoming  it,  the  mere  thought,  how  easy  that  would  be  to  my  teacher, \nseemed  not  only  to  invigorate  my  effort,  but  to  give  me  an  enlargement \nof  power,  so  that  I  could  return  to  the  charge,  and  triumph.\" \n\nMr.  Mann  prepared  for  the  legal  profession  at  the  Law  School  in \nLitchfield,  Conn.,  and  read  law  in  the  ofiices  of  James  Kichardson  and \nJosiah  J.  Fiske,  counsellors-at-law,  in  Dedham.  In  1828  Mr.  Mann \nwas  elected  a  representative  of  Dedham,  which  station  he  honorably \nfilled  for  several  years  ;  was  at  the  same  period  a  counsellor  at  the  bar. \nIt  was  at  about  this  period  that  the  Hon.  Edward  Dowse,  of  Dedham, \nremarked  of  Horace  Mann,  that  if  his  talents  were  equal  to  his  ambi- \ntion, he  would  become  a  member  of  Congress.  In  1836  he  became  a \nresident  of  Boston,  where  he  was  elected  for  Suffolk  to  the  State  Sen- \n\n\nHORACE   MANN.  599 \n\nate,  of  which  he  was  chosen  president  in  that  year,  and  until  1839. \nHe  was  the  Secretary  of  the  Massachusetts  Board  of  Education,  from \nits  estabhshment,  June  29,  1837,  until  1848;  and  was  successor  to \nJohn  Quincy  Adams,  as  member  of  Congress  for  Norfolk,  from  that \nperiod.  He  displayed  the  same  persevering  energy  in  political  life  that \nrendered  him  so  eminent  in  education  reform,  and  was  elected  for  Nor- \nfolk to  the  next  term. \n\nHorace  Mann  has  been  one  of  the  most  vigorous  originators  of \nphilanthropic  enterprises  in  New  England.     When  in  the  Legisla- \nture, he  AYas  the  principal  advocate  and  projector  of  the  State  Luna- \ntic Hospital,  at  Worcester,  in  the  year  1831,  and  wrote  all  its  earlier \nreports.     He  was  an  energetic  workman  in  the  temperance  reformation, \nand  was  president  of  the  Suffolk  County  Temperance  Society ;  and,  in \n1S34,  published  remarks  on  the  comparative  profits  of  grocers  and \nretailers,  as  derived  from  temperate  and  intemperate  customers.     Mr. \nMann  was  one  of  the  first  members  of  the  State  Legislature  who  made \na  speech  in  favor  of  the  railroad  enterprise.     He  was  active  in  effecting \nthe  law  abolishing  the  sale  of  lottery-tickets.     One  of  our  periodicala \nsaid  of  him  :     \"  There  is  not  a  town  or  a  school-district  in  Massachu- \nsetts in  which  his  influence  has  not  been  felt ;   there  is  not  one  which \nhas  not  largely  profited  by  the  spirit  which  he  has  excited,  and  by  the \nimprovements  which  he  has  introduced.     Many  new  school-houses  have \nbeen  erected,  and  old  ones  much  improved  ;  appropriations  of  money  to \nthe  purposes  of  education  have  greatly  increased ;  seminaries  for  teach- \ners have  been  established.\"     Lideed,  Mr.  Mann  originated  the  Normal \nSchools,  patronized  by  the  Legislature,  in  1838.     Improved  systems  of \ninstruction  and  discipline  have  been  introduced  ;  the  number  of  scholars \nis  multiplied,  and  they  are  far  more  regular  in  their  attendance  at \nschool ;  —  and,  finally,  an  interest  in  the  subject  has  been  aroused, \nwhich  promises  still  more  brilliant  results.     All  this  has  been  effected \nwith  the  assistance  of  a  few  individuals,  and  especially  by  the  liberality \nof  the  late  Hon.  Edmund  D wight,  of  Boston,  who  supplied  large \nfunds  for  the  enterprise.     Mr.  Mann  traversed  towns,  cities  and  vil- \nlages, lecturing  with  his  best  energies,—  urged  the  special  regard  of \nthe  Legislature,— wrote  letters,  essays,  circulars  and  reports,  infusing \nhis  own  enthusiasm  into  every  active  mind  within  his  grasp.     More- \nover, he  visited,  in  1842,  the  principal  cities  in  Great  Britain,  Ger- \nmany, Holland,  Belgium,  returning  by  the  way  of  France,   urging \nforward  the  moral  reform.     Gov.  Everett,  in  remarking  on  the  benefit \n\n\no \n\n\n000  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  education  in  its  broadest  sense,  at  a  public  festival  where  Horace \nMann  was  present,  on  turning  towards  him.  said,  \"I  need  not  enlarge \nupon  its  importance ;  but  there  sits  the  person  —  the  very  apostle  of \nthis  uninspired  gospel,  Horace  Mann  —  who  has  told  you,  over  and \nover  again,  that  education  is  the  great  interest  of  every  class  in  this \ncommunity.\"  The  Edinburgh  Review  says  of  Mann's  twelfth  report, \n••  This  volume  is,  indeed,  a  noble  monument  of  a  civilized  people  ;  and, \nif  America  were  sunk  beneath  the  waves,  would  remain  the  fairest  pic- \nture on  record  of  an  ideal  commonwealth.\"' \n\nWe  regard  the  four  years'  administration  of  Gov.  Everett  as  the \nnoblest  era  in  the  annals  of  the  old  Bay  State  since  the  times  of  Gov. \nHancock,  it  having  been  the  period  of  founding  an  organization  of  pop- \nular school  education,  and  the  completion  of  the  great  Western  Rail- \nroad. Shortly  after  the  establishment  of  the  State  Board  of  Educa- \ntion, which  owes  its  origin  to  his  indomitable  decision,  he  advanced  the \nforthcoming  sentiment,  in  a  speech  at  Faneuil  Hall,  after  remarking, \n' '  Talk  of  public  buildings,  sir  !  Let  the  plain  brick  school-house  go \ndown, —  and,  though  v«-c  pile  our  hill-tops  with  structures  that  surpass \nthe  time-defying  solidity  of  Egyptian  Thebes,  or  the  immortal  grace- \nfulness of  Corinth  or  Athens,  they  will  but  stand  the  gorgeous  monu- \nments of  our  shame  ! \"  \"  Education  !  — When  we  feed  that  lamp,  we \nperform  the  highest  social  duty  ;  if  we  quench  it,  I  know  not  where \n—  (humanly  speaking,  for  time  or  for  eternity), — \n\n'  I  know  not  where  is  that  Promethean  heat, \nThat  can  its  light  relume.'  \" \n\nIt  may  truly  be  said  of  Horace  Mann,  that  he  Avas  a  principal \nfounder  of  the  new  system  of  pubhc  school  education  in  Massachusetts, \nwhicli  is  the  glory  of  New  England.  Our  State,  instead  of  sending  to \nancient  fatherland  for  counsel  and  plans  of  operation,  has  become  the \nguiding  star  of  all  Europe,  and  foreign  kingdoms  are  rapidly  adopting \nthe  school  system  of  the  old  Bay  State.  The  demand  for  Mr.  jNIann's \nState  productions  was  so  rapid,  that  they  arc  all  taken  up.  The  twelve \nilrst  annual  reports  on  education,  written  by  our  apostle,  will  ever  be \nin  demand,  and  should  be  published  in  a  permanent  form  at  the  expense \nof  the  State,  and  given  to  every  member  of  a  school-committee  and  every \n.\"ihool- teacher.  He  has  published  Lectures  on  Education,  in  one  vol- \nume. Ho  was  editor  of  the  Common  School  Journal,  from  its  estab- \nlishment in  1838,  and  of  the  Revised  Statutes  of  the  State.     He  was \n\n\nHORACE   MANN.  601 \n\none  of  the  original  committee  that  reported  in  favor  of  codifying  the \nstatute  law,  and  was  on  the  committee  of  revision,  the  last-named  of \nwliich  was  in  connection  with  Judge  INIetcalf \n\nIn  remarking  on  the  public  indiflFerence  towards  education,  Mr.  Mann \nsaid,  in  a  public  lecture :  \"In  our  own  times,  in  such  low  estimation  is \nthis  highest  of  all  causes  held,  that  in  these  days  of  conventions  for  all \nother  objects  of  public  interest, —  when  men  go  hundreds  of  miles  to \nattend  railroad  conventions,  and  cotton  conventions,  and  tobacco  con- \nventions, and  when  the  delegates  of  pohtical  conventions  are  sometimes \ncounted  as  Xerxes  counted  his  army,  by  acres  and  square  miles, —  yet \nsuch  has  often  been  the  depressive  effect  upon  the  public  of  announcing \na  common-school  convention  and  a  lecture  on  education,  that  I  have \nguessed,  in  my  own  mind,  whether,  in  regard  to  two  or  three  counties, \nat  least,  in  our  own  State,  it  would  not  be  advisable  to  alter  the  law  for \nquelling  riots  and  mobs  ;  and,  instead  of  summoning  sheriifs,  and  armed \nmagistrates,  and  the  j^osse  comitatus^  for  their  dispersion,  to  put  them \nto  flight  by  making  proclamation  of  a  discourse  on  common  schools.\" \n\nHorace  Mann,  in  exhibiting  the  vast  disparity  between  the  remuner- \nation extended  to  our  school-teachers  and  those  who  minister  to  our \namusements  and  vitiate  our  morals,  thus  eloquently  pleads  :  '•  StrollintT \nminstrels,  catching  the  eye  with  grotesque  dresses  and  shouting  unin- \ntelligible words,  are  feasted,  feted,  and  garlanded ;  and,  when  a  Euro- \npean dancer,  nurtured  at  the  foul  breast  of  theatrical  corruption,  visits \nour  land,  the  days  of  idolatry  seem  to  have  returned, —  wealth  flows, \nthe  incense  of  praise  rises,  enthusiasm  rages  like  the  mad  Bacchantes. \nIt  is  said  that  Celeste  received  fifty  thousand  dollars  in  this  country,  in \none  year,  for  the  combined  exhibition  of  skill  and  person ;  and  that \ndevotee  to  Venus,  Fanny  Ellsler,  in  1841,  was  paid  the  enormous  sum \nof  sixty  thousand  dollars  in  three  months,  for  the  same  meritorious \nconsideration,  or  value  received.  In  both  these  cases,  a  fair  proportion \nwas  contributed  in  the  metropolis  of  our  own  State.  At  the  rate  of \ncompensation  at  which  a  majority  of  the  female  teachers  in  Massachu- \nsetts have  been  rewarded  for  their  exhausting  toils,  it  would  require \nmore  than  twenty  years'  continued  labor  to  equal  the  receipts  of  Fanny \nEllsler  for  a  single  night !  Thus,  in  our  most  populous  places,  and \namongst  people  who  profess  to  lead  society,  stands  the  relative  suprem- \nacy of  sense  and  soul,  of  heels  and  head.  And  I  blush  while  I  reflect \nthat,  amongst  all  the  daughters  of  New  England  who  witnessed  the  unre- \nserved displays  of  these  Cyprian  women,  there  was  not  one  to  be  found \n51 \n\n\n602  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nin  whose  veins  flowed  the  chaste  blood  of  the  Puritan  mothers,  prompt- \ning her  to  approach  these  female  scms  cidottes  backwards,  and  perform \nfor  them  the  same  friendly  service  which,  on  a  like  necessity,  the  sons \nof  Noah  performed  for  him.  And,  although  I  would  not  silence  one \nnote  in  the  burst  of  admiration  with  which  our  young  men,  who  assume \nto  be  the  leaders  of  fashion,  respond  to  the  charms  of  female  beauty, \nagility  or  grace,  yet  I  do  desire  that,  in  paying  their  homage,  they \nshould  distinguish  between  the  Venus  Celestial  and  the  Venus  Infer- \nnal!  \" \n\nThe  controversy  of  Horace  Mann,  running  along  three  hundred \npages,  in  the  contest  for  reform,  with  thirty-one  Boston  school-teach- \ners, adds  to  the  lustre  of  his  escutcheon ;  and  the  city  teachers  might \nas  well  have  attempted,  with  their  own  right  hands,  to  stem  the  force \nof  Niagara's  dashing  waters,  or  to  dam  up  the  St.  Lawrence,  as  to \nrestrain  the  progress  of  the  reform  in  school  education.  His  sharp \nseverity  towards  the  teachers  exceeded  the  tingling  sting  inflicted  by \nthem  on  culpable  pupils,  which  mode  he  warmly  deprecates.  It  was \nsaid  by  the  thirty-one,  remarks  Mr.  Mann,  that  the  I;Ion.  Jonathan \nChapman,  \"justly  celebrated  for  his  almost  intuitive  perceptions  of  the \npublic  welfare,\"  after  two  years'  ofiicial  observation,  commended  the \nschools,  in  his  inaugural  address,  in  1842.  Yes ;  and,  in  the  month \nfollowing,  the  same  gentleman, —  and,  as  I  suppose,  with  the  same \n\"intuitive  perceptions.\" — being  then  and  there  chairman  of  the \nschool-committee,  prepared  the  report,  which  was  accepted, —  a  report \n■which  bemoans  the  teachers'  scanty  resources  of  general  knowledge,  by \nwhose  feeble  rills  the  parched  souls  of  the  children  were  so  seldom \nrefreshed  ;  —  a  report  by  which  it  appears  that  grammar  was  taught  as \nthough  it  had  no  relation  to  language,  and  geography  as  though  it  had \nlittle  to  do  with  earth.  Not  having,  as  it  was  affirmed,  seen  their \nschools,  my  prurient  imagination  contented  itself  with  the  simile  of \n\"  hybernating  animals.\" \n\nOur  American  Junius,  in  the  tenacity  of  his  zeal,  pours  out  strains \nof  caustic  eflective  reproof,  unequalled  by  any  living  man  in  the  midst \nof  us,  excepting  only  the  vigorous  \"  Sigma,\"  of  the  Boston  Tran- \nscript, whose  pointed  shafts,  like  the  arroAVS  of  Hercules,  never  fail \nof  effect.  In  a  tirade  of  biting  sarcasm,  levelled  at  one  victim  in \nespecial  of  his  wrath,  he  says  :  \"  Did  I  believe  that  invisible  spirits \nwere  appointed  to  watch  over  children  and  to  rescue  them  from  harm, \nand  were  the  edifice  to  be  burned  down,\" — it  was  destroyed  by  fire, \n\n\nHORACE  MANN.  608 \n\nJune  25, 1844,  but  four  months  previous  to  the  date  of  the  \"  Reply,\" \n—  \"  where  such  a  teacher  goes  daily  to  lash  and  dogmatize,  I  should \nthink  that  some  beneficent  angel  had  applied  the  torch,  to  scatter  the \npupils  beyond  the  reach  of  his  demoralizing  government.  As  to \nthat  man,  until  his  nature  changes,  or  my  nature  changes,  we  must \ncontinue  to  dwell  on  opposite  sides  of  the  moral  universe.\"  An \neclipse  of  the  moon  occurring  a  few  weeks  aftenvards,  the  Boston \nPost  perpetrated  the  following  witticism,  under  date  Nov.  27  :  \"  We \nwonder  if  the  eclipse  of  the  moon,  on  Sunday  night,  appeared  the \nsame  to  Horace  Mann  and  Barnum  Field,  they  being  on  opposite  sides \nof  the  moral  universe  at  the  same  time.\"  Doubtless,  this  severe  allu- \nsion to  the  truly  estimable  Mr.  Field,  who  has  recently  exchanged  worlds, \nwhere  no  burning  anger  ever  scathes  the  soul,  written  in  a  moment  of \nimpulsive  fire,  has  often  been  a  source  of  regret  to  Mr.  Mann,  which \nhe  Avould  gladly,  if  possible,  efface. \n\nHorace  Mann  is  famous  for  firm  and  devoted  perseverance.  Here  is \nthe  secret  of  his  success.  In  his  person  he  is  tall,  very  erect,  and \nremarkably  slender,  with  silvery  gray  hair,  animated  and  expressive \nfeatures,  light  complexion,  and  rapid  pace.  As  an  orator,  his  smooth, \nflowing  style,  musical  voice  and  graceful  manner,  with  fertility,  ampli- \ntude and  energy  of  diction,  often  adorned  with  a  graceful,  rushing  elo- \nquence, that  can  be  measured  only  by  the  celerity  of  his  movements  in \nthe  street,  irresistibly  captivate  the  breathless  audience;  especially  when, \nprofoundly  absorbed  in  the  midst  of  his  favorite  theme,  he  advances \narguments  illustrated  by  splendid  imagery  that  cannot  be  withstood. \nHis  figures,  though  strongly  effective,  are  not  uniformly  elegant.  His \nsocial  powers  render  him  a  great  centre  of  attraction,  and  his  society  is \nsought  wherever  he  may  be  found.  Horace  Mann,  like  most  reform- \ners, partakes  of  excessive  zeal ;  and,  in  his  jealousy  for  the  one  absorb- \ning idea  of  education,  descends  to  a  controversy  with  a  clergyman, \nextending  through  several  pamphlets,  abounding  on  both  sides  with \nsevere  philippic.  A  bust  of  Mann,  by  Carew,  is  the  image  of  the  man. \nLet  our  Mercantile  Library  and  Mechanic's  Hall  have  a  niche  for  it, \nthat  his  energy  of  character  may  be  emulated. \n\nMr.  Mann  married  Charlotte,  a  daughter  of  President  Messer,  who \ndied ;  and  he  married  a  second  wife,  Mary,  daughter  of  Dr.  Nathaniel \nT.  Peabody,  formerly  of  Salem.  The  oration  at  the  head  of  this  arti- \ncle, delivered  on  our  national  birthday,  establishing  the  flict  that  edu- \ncation is  the  invulnerable  shield  of  this  republic,  was  widely  circulated \n\n\n604  THE   HUNDRED    BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\namong  the  education  tracts  published  to  promote  reform.  An  eminent \npohtical  writer  once  remarked  of  our  republican  institutions,  that  they \nwere  \"  like  white-birch  stakes,  whose  nature  is  to  fail  in  two  years,\" \nand  that  \"'  a  republic  wears  out  its  morals  almost  as  soon  as  the  sap  of \na  white-birch  rots  out  the  wood.\"  In  a  vein  of  sarcastic  humor,  Mr. \nMann,  in  this  oration,  thus  repels  the  aspersion :  \"If  this  had  been  the \nfact,  they  should  forthwith  have  saturated  them  with  such  a  prep- \naration, of  virtue  and  knowledge,  as  Avould  Kyanize,  or  render  inde- \nstructible, even  the  porous  structure  of  birch  itself,  and  thus  keep  the \ndry  rot  forever  from  its  spongiest  fibres.\" \n\nWhen  Horace  Mann  was  elected  from  the  eighth  district  to  Con- \ngress, as  the  immediate  successor  of  John  Quincy  Adams,  he  remarks, \nin  reply  to  his  constituents,  under  date  of  March  21,  1848 :  \"Fully \ndo  I  agree  with  you,  and  the  delegates  of  the  convention  you  represent, \nin  saying  that  the  successor  of  Mr.  Adams  should  be  one  '  whose  voice \n.  and  vote  shall,  on  all  occasions,  be  exercised  in  extending  and  securing \nliberty  to  the  human  race.'  Of  course,  I  do  not  understand  you  to \nimply  any  violation  of  the  constitution  of  the  United  States,  which \nevery  representative  swears  to  support.  Permit  me  to  say  a  word  per- \nsonal to  myself  For  eleven  years  I  have  been  estranged  from  all \npolitical  excitements.  During  this  whole  period,  I  have  attended  no \npolitical  meeting  of  any  kind  whatever.  I  have  contented  myself  with \nthe  right  of  private  judgment,  and  the  right  of  voting ;  though  it  has \nusually  so  happened  that  my  official  duties  have  demanded  my  absence \nfrom  home  at  the  time  of  the  fall  elections.  I  have  deemed  this  absti- \nnence from  actively  mingling  in  political  contests  both  a  matter  of  duty \ntowards  opposing  political  parties,  and  a  proper  means  of  subserving  the \nbest  interests  of  the  cause  in  which  I  had  embarked.  I  hoped,  too,  by \nso  doing,  to  assist  in  rearing  men  even  better  than  those  now  belonging \nto  any  party.  The  nature  of  my  duties,  also,  and  all  my  intercourse \nand  associations,  have  attracted  me  towards  whatever  is  worthy  and \nbeneficent  in  all  parties,  rather  than  towards  what  is  peculiar  to  any \none.  Not  believing  in  political  pledges,  I  should  have  had  the  honor \nto  decline  giving  any  to  you,  had  you  not  had  the  first  and  greater \nhonor  of  asking  none  from  me.  After  w^hat  I  have  said  above  in  favor \nof  liberty  for  all  mankind,  it  would  be  a  strange  contradiction,  did  I \nconsent  to  be  myself  a  slave  of  party.  The  hands  which  you  raised  in \nbehalf  of  yourselves  and  your  constituents,  when  you  voted  for  the  noble \nsentiments  contained  in  the  resolution  I  have  quoted,  could  never  degrade \n\n\nHORACE  MANN.  605 \n\nthemselves  by  forging  a  fetter  for  the  free  mind  of  another,  or  fastening \none  upon  it ;  and  the  hand  with  which  I  have  penned  my  hearty  response \nto  those  sentiments  can  never  stretch  itself  out  to  take  a  fetter  on.\" \n\nIn  the  Drayton  trial,  which  occurred  at  Washington,  December, \n1848,  Horace  Mann  made  the  point  that  the  servitude  of  the  negroes \nought  to  be  proved  by  something  else  than  the  claim  of  the  master; \nand  likened  it  to  the  case  of  an  indictment  for  stealing  foxes,  which, \nwild  by  nature,  must  be  shown  to  have  been  caught  and  subjected. \nWhile  he  was  enforcing  this  illustration,  the  District  Attorney  wrote \nthe  following  squib,  and  handed  it  over  to  the  opposite  counsel : \n\n\"To  illustrate  the  point  he 's  making : \nIn  larceny,  there  must  be  a  taking. \nA  fox,  he  says,  cannot  be  stolen. \nBe  he  young,  or  be  he  an  old  'un  ; \nPursuing  hounds  say  he  's  mistaken. \nAt  least  so  far  as  to  the  taking.\" \n\nIt  was  not  long  before  the  following  bitter  retort,  by  Mr.  Mann, \nwas  written  on  the  back  of  the  same  paper,  w'hich  was  left  on  the  table \nfor  the  serious  consideration  of  the  District  Attorney.  The  allusion  to \n\"  ten  dollars  a  bill \"  regards  the  fee  which  the  Attorney  General,  Key, \nreceived  on  each  of  the  three  hundred  and  forty-five  indictments  which \nhe  caused  to  be  filed  against  the  prisoners  of  the  Pearl : \n\n\"  Fox-hunting  abroad,  and  slave-hunting  in  doors, \nI  beg  leave  to  suggest  do  not  run  on  all-fours  ; \nFoxes  do  not  eat  foxes,  —  brute  natures  have  bounds ; \nBut  Mr.  District  Attorney,  outhounding  the  hounds, \nHunts  men,  women  and  children,  his  pockets  to  till, \nOn  three  hundred  indictments,  at  ten  dollars  a  bill.\" \n\nThe  political  career  of  Horace  Mann,  in  some  respects,  was  extraor- \ndinary as  in  that  of  the  education  reform,  but  was  not  followed  by  like \nhealthy  results.  On  any  exciting  topic,  his  temperament  is  so  impuls- \nive and  uncontrollable,  that  though,  in  contending  with  an  opponent,  the \nwrath  of  Achilles  pervade  his  spirit,  he  effects  at  times  a  reaction.  It  has \nbeen  remarked  of  him,  that  no  public  speaker  among  us  commands  more \nforcible  and  logical  style  of  argument  than  Horace  Mann,  when  divested \nof  impassioned  personalities ;  but  that,  like  one  of  Tasso's  heroes,  who \nlevelled  whole  forests  with  one  stroke  of  the  sabre,  he  should  possess \nthe  \"Human  Prudence\"  of  Herman  Mann,  his  namesake,  would  be \n51* \n\n\n606  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nbe  successful  on  tlie  floor  of  Congress.  Wlien  in  conflict  with  Daniel \nWebster,  lie  pursued  a  course  of  unmitigated  severity,  as  sharp  as  in \nthe  differences  with  the  thirty-one  teachers  of  Boston,  which  elicited  a \nsevere  rebuke  from  his  Herculean  antagonist. \n\nWc  will  here  quote  the  remarks  of  AVebster,  Cass,  Moses  Stuart, \nand  the  North  American  Review,  in  relation  to  Horilce  Mann. \n\"  Speaking  of  what  I  thought  the  impossibility  of  the  existence  of \nAfrican  slavery  in  New  Mexico,\"  says  Mr.  Webster,  \"I  would  not \ntake  pains  to  uselessly  reafiirm  an  ordinance  of  nature,  or  to  reenact \nthe  Avill  of  God.  Everybody  knew  that  by  the  will  of  God  I  meant \nthat  expression  of  the  Divine  purpose  in  the  work  of  creation  which, \nhad  given  such  a  physical  formation  to  the  earth  in  this  region  as \nnecessarily  to  exclude  African  slavery  from  it  forever.  Everybody \nknew  I  meant  this,  and  nothing  else.  To  represent  me  as  speaking \nin  any  other  sense  was  gross  injustice.  Yet  a  pamphlet  has  been \nput  into  circulation,  in  which  it  is  said  that  my  remark  is  '  under- \ntaking to  settle  by  mountains  and  rivers,  and  not  by  the  ten  command- \nments, the  question  of  human  duty.'  '  Cease  to  transcribe,'  it  adds, \n'  upon  the  statute-book,  what  our  wisest  and  best  men  believed  to  be \nthe  will  of  God,  in  regard  to  our  worldly  affairs,  and  the  passions  which \nwe  think  appropriate  to  devils  will  soon  take  possession  of  society.' \nOne  hardly  knovrs  which  most  to  condemn,  the  nonsense  or  the  dis- \nhonesty of  such  commentaries  of  another's  words.  I  know  no  passion \nmore  appropriate  to  devils  than  the  po.ssion  for  gross  misrepresentation \nand  libel.  And  others,  from  whom  more  fairness  might  have  been \nexpected,  have  not  failed  to  represent  me  as  arguing,  or  affording \nground  of  argument,  against  human  laws  to  enforce  the  moral  law  of \nthe  Deity.  Such  persons  knew  my  meaning  very  well.  They  chose  to \npervert  and  misrepresent  it.  That  is  all.\"  Lewis  Cass,  who  had  also \ntaken  the  position  of  Mr.  Webster, —  that  the  physical  circumstances \nof  New  Mexico  will  prevent  the  introduction  of  slavery  in  that  country, \n—  thus  alludes  to  Horace  Mann,  in  a  speech,  wherein  he  remarks  that \nMr.  Mann  says  he  speaks  respectfully  of  those  from  whom  he  dissents, \n\"while,  at  the  same  time,  he  attributes  the  motives  of  those  who  differ \nfrom  him  to  what  he  says  is  '  technically  a  bid,'  committing  the  too  com- \nmon error  of  measuring  all  other  men  by  his  own  standard,  after  making \nthat  standard  a  mercenary  one.  It  is  evident  he  cannot  conceive  how \na  public  man  can  act  without  'a  bid.'  And,  with  a  modesty  and \ncharity  worthy  of  the  school  of  dialectics  of  which  I  understand  he  is \n\n\nHORACE  MANN.  607 \n\na  distinguislied  professor,  he  assigns  to  me  the  preeminence  of  making \na  greater  'sacrifice  of  consistency,  honor  and  truth,'  than  any  other \npubhc  man,  because  I  was  the  accepted  candidate  of  the  Democracy \nfor  the  office  of  president.  It  has  been  my  fortune  to  receive  some \ncomphmentary  notices,  during  my  hfe ;  but  rarely  have  I  received  a \nmore  acceptable  one  than  the  honor  of  such  a  censure  from  such  a \nMann.  But  he  is  not  partial  in  his  fixvors.  He  speaks  of  the  '  wag- \ngery '  of  the  distinguished  senator  from  Kentucky,  and  of  his  '  practical \njoke,'  in  the  effort  to  put  a  stop  to  the  agitation  of  his  country,  and  of \n'  the  roar  of  laughter  '  Avhich,  '  like  ^feu  dejoie,  would  run  down  the \ncourse  of  ages,'  were  it  not  for  its  horrible  consequences.  Shade  of \nQuintilian !  what  a  figure  for  a  disciple  who  invokes  thy  name,  and \nappeals  to  thy  authority!\"  .Moses  Stuart  says  of  him,  in  \"Con- \nscience and  the  Constitution,\"  that  he  can  never  speak  of  him  but \nwith  respect.  \"The  glowing  ardor  and  eloquence  of  his  composi- \ntions, the  intense  love  of  liberty  with  which  he  is  inspired,  the  humanity \nby  which  he  is  actuated,  the  fine,  scholar-like  accomplishments  which \nhe  exhibits,  all  command  my  respect  and  admiration.  Whether  his \njudgment  and  prudence  are  equal  to  his  ardor  and  his  energy,  is  an- \nother question,  which  is  not  before  my  tribunal.  He  professes  the \nstrongest  regard  and  the  highest  respect  for  Mr.  Webster,  and  avows, \nsolemnly,  his  intention  to  treat  him  in  a  manner  that  corresponds  with \nthis  avowal.  But  his  impetuosity  led  him  astray,  after  all.  I  do  not \nsuppose  that  such  a  gentleman  as  I  take  Mr.  Mann  to  be  designed \nto  compliment  himself,  when  he  speaks  of  his  words  being  cool  as  the \niron  of  the  telegraph  wire,  while  his  mind  is  like  the  lightning  which \ndarts  through  it.  I  am  ready  to  acknowledge  that  there  is  not  a  little \nof  the  electric  fire  in  Mr.  Mann ;  but  I  cannot  overlook  the  fact  that \nthis  fire  can  sometimes  scorch  and  smite  down,  as  well  as  be  the  swift \nmessenger  of  tidings.  If  Mr.  Mann  has  performed  something  of  the \nlast  office  of  electricity,  he  has  given  us,  also,  a  pretty  fair  specimen \nof  the  first.  '  A  wanton  surrender  of  the  right  of  the  north,'  is \nnot  to  be  said  of  Daniel  Webster.  Swords  would  leap,  if  it  were \nlawful  and  necessary,  from  hundreds  of  thousands  of  scabbards,  to \ndefend  him  against  such  an  assault.\"  The  North  American  Review \ninquires,  \"  Does  Mr.  Mann  wish  to  be  understood  that  he  thinks  the \nslave-owner  is  quite  as  likely  to  remove  his  slaves  of  African  descent \nfrom  a  sunny  and  fertile  region,  producing  an  abundance  of  cotton, \nsugar  and  rice,  to  a  cold  and  mountainous  one,  yielding  little  but \n\n\n608  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nmaize  and  potatoes,  as  he  is  to  keep  them  where  they  are  1  If  not, — \nif  he  admits  that  so  great  a  difference  will  probably  induce  most  plant- \ners to  keep  their  slaves  at  home,  then,  and  to  the  full  extent  of  such \nadmission,  he  himself  argues  from  physics  to  metaphysics,  and  '  deter- \nmines the. law  of  the  spirit  by  geographical  phenomena,'  and  'under- \ntakes to  settle,  by  mountains  and  rivers,  the  question  of  human  duty,' \nand  '  looks  at  the  thermometer  to  ascertain  whether  the  people  will \nobey  the  divine  command,'  and  docs  half-a-dozen  other  antithetical  and \nstrange  things ;  which  all.  however,  amount  to  the  same  thing,  namely, \nto  the  simple  proposition,  that  men  of  property  are  usually  also  men \nof  sense,  and  will  not  often  remove  their  property  from  a  place  where \nit  is  valuable  to  one  where  it  will  be  entirely  worthless.\"  The  North \nAmerican,  however,  gives  Mr,  Mann  the  credit  of  urging  the  ablest \nargument  in  favor  of  doing  nothing  that  they  have  seen,  or  of  insisting \nthat  the  extreme  northern  doctrine  shall  be  carried  out  upon  every \npoint,  yielding  to  the  south  nothing,  and  of  course  giving  up  the  hope \nof  a  settlement. \n\nThe  blood  of  sorrow  mantles  on  our  cheeks,  that  Horace  Mann,  the \nvery  apostle  of  education,  whom  Andrew  Combe  has  compared  to  Rich- \nard Cobden,  as  being  equally  at  home  with  the  facts  and  principles  of \neducation,  and  as  fully  sincere  and  in  earnest,  should,  in  a  burst  of \nvituperation,  descend  to  such  impulsive  retort,  in  his  rejoinder  to  Gen. \nCass,  as  his  epigrammatic  puns  here  evince. \n\n\"As  a  general  rule,  I  contemn  punning,\"  says  Mr.  Mann.  \"As  a \nmalignant  attack  upon  any  gentleman,  for  the  accident  of  his  name,  it \nis  wholly  unpardonable.  It  is  but  barely  justifiable,  as  a  retort.  To \nwarn  the  general  of  the  danger  he  encounters  by  indulging  his  love  of \npunning,  I  will  venture  to  subjoin  a  specimen  or  two  of  what  might  be \neasily  and  indefinitely  extended: \n\n\"1.  Philologicallt. \nSmall  odds  'twixt  tweedledum  and  tweedledee. \nAnd  Cass  means  much  the  same  without  the  C. \n\n2.    Nu>rEEICALLY. \n\nThis  Ass  is  very  big  ;  then  call  him  CASS. \nC's  Roman  for  100,  —  a  hundred  times  an  Ass. \n\n3.  Chemically. \nThe  prophet  boldly  saith,  '  All  flesh  is  grass,' \nBut  thistle-eating  donkey's  flesh  is  Cass  ; \nCass  is  carbonate,  whose  base  is  Ass. \n\n\nCHARLES  FRANCIS  ADAMS.  609 \n\n\"While  Gen.  Cass  held  territorial  offices,  he  became  renowned  for \nthe  enormous  quantities  of  rations  he  consumed.  I  have  forgotten \nwhether  the  number  was  such  as  to  be  represented  by  the  Roman \nnumeral  L  or  C,  the  initial  of  his  first  or  of  his  last  name.  If  the  latter, \nit  would  suggest  the  following  : \n\n\"4.  Gastronomically. \n\nGreedier  than  he  that  starved  'twixt  stacks  of  hay,  — \n\nAn  honest  ass,  — \nOur  Jack  devours  C  rations  every  day  : \n\nHence  y'clept  CASS. \n\n\"I  might,\"  continues  Mr.  Mann,  \"  thus  carry  the  general  through \nall  the  arts  and  sciences  ;  but,  if  he  is  now  disposed  to  say  '  quits,'  on \nthe  score  of  punning,  I  am,  and  will  draw  no  more  upon  the  ass'uiine \nor  Cassinine  associations  which  his  name  suggests.\" \n\n\"  Life  is  a  book  of  which  we  can  have  but  one  edition.\"  says  Horace \nMann;  \"-as  it  is  at  first  prepared,  it  must  stand  forever.  Let  each \nday's  actions,  as  they  add  another  page  to  the  indestructible  volume,  be \nsuch  that  we  shall' be  wilhng  to  have  an  assembled  world  to  read  it.\" \nMoreover,  may  we  be  watchful  that  the  last  chapter  in  the  book  shall \nbe  signalized  by  such  a  reform  of  past  errors,  and  such  devotion  to  past \nvirtues,  that  the  rising  generation  may  resist  the  former,  and  cling  to \nthe  latter. \n\n\nCHARLES  FRANCIS  ADAMS. \n\nJULY  4,  1843.     FOR  THE   CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nOur  orator,  after  enlarging  on  the  warlike  spirit  of  our  country,  and \nits  danger,  remarks  that  *'  we  may  be  informed  that  the  great  remedy  is \nuniversal  education.  Only  provide  the  school,  and  you  will  obtain  the \nintelligent  voter,  conscious  of  the  blessings  he  enjoys,  and  always  ready \nto  act  in  a  manner  that  shall  best  preserve  them.  Now,  it  is  by  no  means \nmy  disposition  to  undervalue  the  advantages  that  unquestionably  follow \nfrom  instruction  generally  diffused.  I  see  and  admit  that  it  must  form \none  of  the  pillars  of  our  republican  system  of  government.     But  it  is \n\n\n610  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATOKS. \n\nonly  one,  and  that  not  the  most  essential.  What  is  there,  I  would  ask, \nin  the  mere  advancement  of  the  intellectual  powers  of  men,  which  will \nlead  to  effective  resistance  against  the  dazzling  qualities  of  a  successful \nwarrior '?  Did  Napoleon  have  no  servile  flatterers  among  the  literary \nmen  of  France  ?  Have  not  poets,  and  historians,  and  orators,  of  all \nages,  united  in  extolhng  military  success  above  every  other  kind  of \nsuccess  ?  Do  the  annals  of  mankind  award  the  proper  degree  of  cen- \nsure to  the  crimes  of  great  conquerors,  from  Alexander  the  Great  down \nto  Cortez  and  Pizarro  7  Fellow-citizens  !  Our  fathers  manifested  their \npatriotism  by  devotion  to  a  principle.  It  was  in  defence  of  that  prin- \nciple that  they  took  up  arms.  They  manifested  no  aggressive  spirit, \n—  no  disposition  merely  to  acquire.  The  same  temper  will  be  main- \ntained among  us  only  by  developing  the  high  moral  attributes  of  our \nnature,  through  the  agency  of  a  mild  and  catholic  religious  faith.  This \nis  the  true  sheet-anchor  of  our  free  institutions,  and  this  can  never  be \nsecured  by  mere  instruction  of  the  mind.  Our  people's  highest  duty, \nas  a  people,  is  self-restraint.  The  cry  has  gone  out  among  us,  Educate, \neducate, —  as  if  the  schoolmaster  were  the  sovereign  remedy  against \nthe  ills  which  unregulated  passions  occasion.  But  I  would  ask  whether \neducation  has  contributed  nothing  heretofore  to  the  nursing  of  immod- \nerate ambition?  Has  it  never  furnished  fuel  for  unjustifiable  popular \nexcitement?  Does  it  supply  no  means  to  confuse  instead  of  clearing \nthe  sense  of  right  and  wrong  7  Does  it  never  pander  to  power,  whether \nresiding  in  the  many  or  in  one  man  ?  Was  not  Julius  Coesar  one  of \nthe  most  educated  men  of  antiquity, — and  yet  how  did  this  promote  his \npatriotism  ?  And,  almost  within  our  own  day,  do  we  not  know  that  the \nmost  cultivated  minds  of  France  combined  in  an  attempt  to  overthrow  at \nonce  its  religion  and  its  social  system  7  Yes  :  the  fertile  fields  of  that \nmagnificent  country  were  drenched  with  the  blood  of  multitudes  of  its \nbest  citizens,  because  the  arrogant  intellect  of  its  educated  men  chose \nto  institute  an  idol-worship  of  philosophy  for  faith  in  the  true  God, \nand  respect  for  the  moral  ties  Avhich  bind  man  in  society  with  his \nfellow-man. \n\nCharles  Francis,  son  of  John  Quincy  Adams,  was  born  at  Boston, \nSept.  13,  1807.  When  his  father  sailed  for  St.  Petersburg,  as  minis- \nter to  Russia,  in  the  summer  of  1809,  the  infant  Charles  and  his \nmother  went  also  with  him,  and  he  is  the  only  surviving  son.  He \nentered  the  Boston  Latin  School  in  1816,  and  graduated  at  Harvard \nCollege  in  1825.     He  was  a  student  at  law  in  Washington  city,  and  is \n\n\nCHARLES  FEANCIS  ADAMS.  611 \n\na  counsellor.  He  married  Abigail  Brov?n,  a  daughter  of  Hon.  Peter \nC.  Brooks.  He  was  a  representative  to  the  Legislature  of  Massachu- \nsetts in  1841,  and  a  member  of  the  State  Senate  in  1844-5,  when  he \nwas  chairman  of  the  joint  committee  on  the  Ubrary;  which  reported  that \nthe  New  England  Historic  and  Genealogical  Society,  who  had  applied \nto  the  Legislature  for  an  act  of  incorporation,  have  leave  to  withdraw \ntheir  petition.  This  report  was  rejected,  and  an  act  was  granted,  and \napproved  by  the  governor,  an  early  member,  March  18,  1845.  While \nCharles  Francis  Adams  opposed  its  incorporation, —  being  of  opinion,  it \nis  said,  that  one  historical  society  for  this  State  was  sufficient, —  yet, \nhis  honored  father,  who  was  elected  a  member  Feb.  20,1845,  remarked, \nin  his  letter  of  acknowledgment  to  this  institution,  \"  I  accept  gratefully \nthis  testimonial  of  esteem,  and  shall  be  happy  if  it  may  be  in  my  power \nto  contribute  in  any  manner  to  the  laudable  purposes  of  the  society.\" \nAnd  President  Fillmore  sent  a  very  cordial  letter  of  acceptance  in  the \nsame  period,  giving  an  outline  of  his  family  ancestry.  Mr.  Adams  has \nsince  proved  his  friendly  disposition  to  the  society,  by  a  donation  of  his \ngrandfather's  writings.  The  objects  of  this  historical  society  cover  a \nground  not  embraced  by  any  similar  institution ;  and  so  popular  has  it \nbecome,  that,  during  a  period  of  five  years,  it  has  risen  to  five  hundred \nmembers.  Its  periodical,  the  New  England  Historical  and  Genealog- \nical Register,  which  has  reached  its  sixth  volume,  exceeding  twenty-five \nhundred  pages,  is  a  work  of  great  public  benefit,  on  topics  not  viewed \nin  any  other  work. \n\nThe  political  history  of  Mr.  Adams  is  identified  with  the  origin  and \nprogress  of  the  Free  Soil  party.  He  was  the  president  of  the  Bufialo \nConvention,  Aug.  8,  1848.  Nearly  all  the  free  States,  with  several \nof  the  slave  States,  were  represented.  The  deliberations  of  the  con- \nvention, continued  for  three  days,  were  signally  harmonious  and  digni- \nfied, and  resulted  in  the  nomination  of  Martin  Van  Buren  for  presi- \ndent, and  Charles  Francis  Adams  for  vice-president.  The  resolutions \nof  this  convention,  usually  denominated  the  Buffalo  Platform,  exhibit \nan  outline  of  the  principles  of  the  Free  Soil  party. \n\nMr.  Charles  Sumner,  in  a  speech  at  Faneuil  Hall,  Aug.  22,  1848, \nwhen  he  was  moderator,  on  its  ratification  by  the  party,  remarked, \nthat  the  convention  \"  not  only  propose  to  guard  the  territories  against \nslavery,  but  to  relieve  the  federal  government  from  all  responsibility \ntherefor,  everywhere  within  the  sphere  of  its  constitutional  powers.\" \n\"  The  old  and  ill-compacted  party  organizations  are  broken,  and  firom \n\n\n612  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\ntheir  ruins  is  now  formed  a  new  party  —  the  'party  of  freedom. \nThere  are  good  men  who  longed  for  this,  and  have  died  without  the  sight. \nJohn  Quincy  Adams  longed  for  it.  Wilham  Ellery  Channing  longed \nfor  it.  Their  spirits  hover  over  us,  and  urge  us  to  persevere.\"  In \nallusion  to  Charles  Francis  Adams,  as  the  candidate  for  the  vice-presi- \ndency, Charles  Sumner  further  said,  \"  Standing,  as  I  now  do,  beneath \nthe  images  of  his  father  and  grandfather,  it  will  be  sufficient  if  I  say \nthat  he  is  the  heir,  not  only  to  their  name,  but  to  the  virtues,  the  abil- \nities, and  the  indomitable  spirit,  that  rendered  that  name  so  illustrious.\" \n\"We  found  now  a  new  party.  Its  corner-stone  is  freedom.  Its \nbroad,  all-sustaining  arches  are,  truth,  justice  and  humanity.  Like \nthe  ancient  Roman  capitol,  at  once  a  temple  and  a  citadel,  it  shall  be \nthe  fit  shrine  of  the  genius  of  American  institutions.\" \n\nMr.  Adams  was  an  editor  of  the  Boston  Daily  Whig,  afterwards \nmerged  in  the  Republican,  a  Free  Soil  paper,  now  superseded  by  the \nCommonwealth.  He  was  the  author  of  Reflections  on  the  Currency \nof  the  United  States,  a  pamphlet  of  forty  pages,  published  in  1837. \nHe  published  the  Memoir  and  Letters  of  Mrs.  Abigail  Adams,  and  the \nLetters  of  John  Adams,  with  Notes.  He  is  the  editor,  also,  of  the \nLife,  Diary  and  Works  of  John  Adams,  with  appropriate  notes,  to  com- \nprise nine  large  volumes,  which  is,  emphatically,  an  inestimable \nnational  acquisition.  We  find  a  singular  discrepancy  in  a  note  of  Mr. \nAdams,  the  editor,  in  allusion  to  a  remark  of  Dr.  Johnson  in  relation \nto  Thomas  Cushing,  Speaker  of  the  House,  in  the  period  of  the  Revo- \nlution, wherein  Mr.  Adams  states  that  \"  He  is  the  person,  concerning \nwhose  position  Dr.  Johnson,  in  'Taxation  no  Tyranny,'  made  his  sin- \ngular blunder.     '  One  object  of  the  Americans  is  said  to  be,  to  adorn \n\nthe  brows  of  Mr.  C g  with  a  diadem.'  \"     We  have  examined  the \n\nfirst  and  third  London  editions  of  Dr.  Johnson's  production,  published \nin  1775,  by  Cadell;  and  we  copy  the  paragraph  verbatim,  as  it  stands \nin  both  editions.  In  a  vein  of  sarcasm,  the  great  lexicographer  says : \n\"  Since  the  Americans  have  discovered  that  they  can  make  a  parlia- \nment, whence  comes  it  that  they  do  not  think  themselves  equally  em- \npowered to  make  a  king  7  If  they  are  subjects,  whose  government  is \nconstituted  by  a  charter,  they  can  form  no  body  of  independent  legis- \nlature. If  their  rights  are  inherent  and  underived,  they  may  by  their \nown  suffrages  encircle  with  a  diadem  the  brows  of  Mr.  Cushing.\" \nThus,  it  is  evident  that,  instead  of  Dr.  Johnson  asserting  that  it  was \nthe  intention  of  the  people  to  make  Cushing  the  king  of  America,  he \n\n\nPELEO  WHITMAN  CHANDLER.  613 \n\nmerely  expressed  the  opinion  that,  if  their  rights  were  underived,  they \nmight,  by  their  own  votes,  elevate  Gushing  to  an  American  throne. \n\n\nPELEG  WHITMAN  CHANDLER. \n\nJULY  4,   1844.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nIn  the  very  superior  performance  of  Mr.  Chandler  appears  a  passage \non  the  dangers  of  party  organizations,  abounding  in  conceptions  of \npolitical  wisdom.  \"  I  do  not  deprecate  party  spirit  as  the  worst  of \nevils.  In  a  form  of  government  like  our  own,  it  is  necessary  that \npohtical  principles  should  be  earnestly  discussed,  and  the  claims  of \ncandidates  thoroughly  canvassed, —  and  this  may  be  done  with  zeal, \nenergy,  enthusiasm,  and  yet  the  kindest  feelings  preserved.  I  have \nno  sympathy  with  those  who  are  continually  lamenting  the  party  spirit \nof  our  day,'  and  at  the  same  time  join  themselves  to  other  organizations, \nin  which  it  is  easier  to  obtain  power  and  influence.  There  are  always \ndisappointed  men  who  constantly  complain  of  party  discipline,  without \nlifting  a  finger  to  improve  it.  Too  selfish  to  devote  their  time  to \naccomplish  a  reform,  they  are  contented  with  sounding  a  perpetual \nalarm.  Too  feeble  to  lead,  and  too  proud  to  serve,  they  watch,  with \nan  impatient  eye,  the  movements  of  others,  but  are  always  ready  to \naccept  of  favors  from  either  side.  Nor  do  I  believe  that  party  spirit \nis  so  extensively  felt,  and  party  organizations  so  strict,  as  is  generally \nsupposed.  On  this  point  we  are  liable  to  be  deceived  by  appearances. \nActive  politicians,  partisan  leaders,  are  comparatively  few,  although \nthey  usually  make  the  noise  of  many.  To  hear  their  harangues  on \nthe  eve  of  an  election,  one  would  suppose  that  the  fable  of  Chicken \nLittle  was  about  to  become  a  truth,  and  that  the  sky  was  actually  fall- \ning ;  and  so,  from  the  statements  in  party  newspapers,  we  often  seem \nto  be  on  the  eve  of  a  revolution ;  but  the  great  mass  of  the  people,  in \nreality,  take  very  little  interest  in  the  matter.  '  Because  half  a  dozen \ngrasshoppers  under  a  fern,'  says  Burke,  'make  the  field  ring  with \ntheir  importunate  chink,  while  thousands  of  great  cattle,  reposed  beneath \nthe  shade,  chew  the  cud,  and  are  silent,  do  not  imagine  that  those  who \nmake  the  noise  are  the  only  inhabitants  of  the  fields ;  that  they  are, \nof  course,  many  in  number ;  or  that,  after  all,  they  are  other  than  the \n52 \n\n\n614  THE    HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nlittle,  shrivelled,  meagre,  hopping,  though  loud  and  troublesome,  insects \nof  the  hour.' \n\n\"  It  is  also  to  be  taken  into  the  account,  that  selfish  party  politicians \noperate  as  a  check  upon  each  other.  The  ins  are  exerting  all  their \nstrength  to  keep  in,  and  the  outs  are  doing  all  they  can  to  get  in ; \nmeanwhile,  sober  and  industrious  citizens  are  ordinarily  too  much \noccupied  with  their  own  practical  concerns  to  give  much  attention  to \neither ;  and  I  apprehend  more  danger  from  this  indifference  to  politics \non  the  part  of  the  people,  than  from  the  excess  of  party  spirit.  They \nwho  are  familiar  with  election  returns  are  aware  that  most  great  poHt- \nical  revolutions  are  effected,  not  so  much  by  the  change  of  opinion \namong  those  who  ordinarily  exercise  the  elective  franchise,  as  by  the \nvotes  of  those  who  do  not  usually  perform  this  duty.  There  is,  in  this \ncountry,  an  immense  reserved  corps  of  voters,  who  only  come  out  upon \nextraordinary  occasions :  and,  so  far  as  party  discipline  tends  to  bring \nout  these  voters,  it  is  a  positive  good,  and  they  who,  from  good  motives, \nengage  in  political  organizations  of  this  sort,  are  really  entitled  to  great \ncredit. \n\n\"  Infinitely  more  danger  is  to  be  apprehended  from  those  organiza- \ntions which  involve  the  consideration  of  great  moral  questions,  which \nare  hurrying  forward  with  a  zeal  that  knows  no  reason,  and  an  enthu- \nsiasm that  cannot  be  restrained.  The  doctrine  is  practically  maintained, \nthat  men  may  do  acts  as  a  society,  for  the  accomplishment  of  a  good \nobject,  which  it  would  not  be  lawful  for  them  to  do  as  individuals. \nSuch  a  principle  as  this  is  dangerous  to  the  State ;  it  is  disorganizing \nin  its  tendency,  and  destructive  of  all  true  freedom.  An  association \nfounded  upon  such  a  principle  is,  in  effect,  a  moral  mob, —  a  conspiracy \nupon  the  rights  and  happiness  of  the  people.  What  is  a  riot  more \nthan  this  7  Here,  if  the  end  will  justify  the  means, —  if  men  in  a  society \nmay  do  what  it  would  not  be  right  for  them  to  do  as  individuals,  a \nperfect  defence  is  made  out, —  for  there  has  hardly  been  a  riot,  withjn \nthe  memory  of  man,  where  the  end  proposed  was  not  regarded  by  those \nengaged  in  it  as  plausible  and  just.  What  is  a  riot,  but  the  joining \ntogether  of  men  to  accomplish  some  good  object  in  a  less  space  of  time \nthan  it  could  otherwise  be  effected ;  to  hasten  that  which  the  laws  will \ntoo  slowly  reach ;  to  act  in  aid  of  Divine  justice  in  the  punishment  of \nsome  crime,  or  attempt. —  to  borrow  a  daring  German  expression, —  to \ngrind  down  the  gaps  in  the  sword  of  Almighty  justice  ? \n\n\"  It  will  be  found  that  the  riots  of  our  day  differ,  in  an  important \n\n\nPELEG   WHITMAN   CHANDLER.  615 \n\njjarticular,  from  those  of  an  earlier  date  ;  and  the  fact  is  remarkable,  as \ntending  to  show  that  these  lawless  outbreaks  are  only  the  external  and \ngross  manifestation  of  the  principles  advocated  by  other  associations. \nThey  are  no  longer  the  sudden  ebullitions  of  passion  and  rage,  rushing \nforward  without  aim  or  end,  and  rendered  comparatively  harmless  by \nthe  want  of  system  and  skilful  directors,  but  they  have  become  organ- \nized bodies,  Avith  conspicuous  leaders,  and  with  plans  deliberately \nmade.  They  go  forward  to  the  accomplishment  of  their  object  with  a \ncoolness  and  deliberation,  that  wins  for  them,  in  some  instances,  the \ntitle  of  respectabiUty.  We  sometimes  hear  of  a  mob  of  gentlemen, —  a \nquiet  assemblage, —  a  peaceable  gathering,  which  calmly  accomplished \nits  object,  and  dispersed.  We  read  of  courts  regularly  conducted  to \ntry  culprits  by  Lynch  law ;  and  a  tribunal  of  this  sort,  which  orders \nthe  burning  of  a  negro,  or  the  public  whipping  of  a  thief,  or  the  expul- \nsion of  gamblers  from  a  town,  or  the  destruction  of  a  newspaper  press, \nis  not  seldom  praised,  by  implication  at  least,  for  the  order  and  regu- \nlarity of  its  proceedings.\" \n\nPeleg  Whitman  Chandler  was  born  at  New  Gloucester,  Maine,  April \n12,  1816  ;  fitted  for  college  at  Bangor  Seminary,  in  the  classical \ndepartment ;  graduated  at  Bowdoin  College  in  1834,  when  his  subject \nwas  the  Character  and  Genius  of  Byron;  entered  the  Dane  Law \nSchool,  at  Cambridge ;  and  pursued  legal  studies  in  the  office  of  The- \nophilus  Parsons,  Esq.,  at  Boston.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in \nBoston,  1837.  Before  Mr.  Chandler  was  admitted  to  the  bar,  he  wa.s \nreporter,  for  the  Boston  Daily  Advertiser,  of  law  cases  in  the  higher \ncourts,  and  was,  during  ten  years,  connected  with  that  paper.  He  is  a \ncounsellor  eminent  for  chamber  advice ;  was  three  years  a  member  of \nthe  city  Council,  and  its  president  in  1844-5.  He  married,  Nov.  30, \n1837,  Martha  Ann  Bush,  daughter  of  Professor  Parker  Cleaveland; \nand  was  a  State  representative  from  1840  to  1846.  Li  the  important \nstation  of  city  solicitor,  which  he  has  occupied  since  1848,  Mr.  Chandler \nhas  sustained  himself  with  a  prompt  energy  and  wise  forecast. \n\n\"  The  fulsome  flattery,\"  remarks  the  North  American  Review,  \"with \nwhich  Fourth-of-July  orators  have  been  very  generally  in  the  habit  of \nentertaining  their  audiences,  has  been  made  to  give  place  to  wiser  and \nbetter  views ;  to  the  lessons  and  warnings  of  experience  j  to  admonitions \nupon  our  national  fiiults,  and  to  the  circulation  of  a  higher  sj^stem  of \nnational  morality  and  honor.  While,  on  the  one  hand,  the  orator  does \nnot  fail  to  see  the  faults  and  follies  which  our  popular  organizations \n\n\n616  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nhave  often  manifested,  on  the  other,  he  does  not  fall  into  the  strain  of \nsinister  forebodings  which  many  eminent  citizens  feel  it  impossible  to \navoid,  in  contemplation  of  the  outbreaks  of  that  anarchical  spirit  -with \nwhich  the  history  of  recent  times  has  been  in  some  quarters  mournfully \nsignalized.\"  Mr.  Chandler  originated  the  Law  Reporter,  which  he \nconducted  for  the  first  ten  years ;  and  in  his  style  exhibited  clearness, \nforce,  purity,  and  sound  legal  learning.  It  is  a  journal  of  practical \nservice  to  the  bar  and  men  of  business.  His  American  Criminal  Trials, \ncommencing  with  the  case  of  Anne  Hutchinson,  including  the  best \nstatement  extant  of  the  trial  of  the  British  soldiers  in  the  massacre  of \n1770,  is  a  valuable  work,  that  should  be  brought  down  to  a  later  pe- \nriod. It  has  been  published,  also,  in  London.  The  Bankrupt  Law \nof  the  United  States,  and  an  Outline  of  the  System,  with  Rules  and \nForms  in  Massachusetts,  was  prepared  by  Mr.  Chandler.  The  elab- \norate review  of  the  D'Hauteville  case,  in  the  Law  Reporter,  1841, \nwherein  he  very  learnedly  argues  in  favor  of  the  precedence  of  the \nfather  to  the  custody  of  the  children,  in  cases  of  divorce,  will  often  be \ncited  in  our  courts. \n\nAs  an  instance  of  the  playful  humor  of  jSIr.  Chandler,  we  will  relate \nan  incident  which  occurred  at  the  dinner  of  the  city  authorities,  July \n4,  1848.  Mayor  Quincy,  junior,  who  presided,  announced  the  recep- \ntion of  a  note  complaining  that  the  candles  had  burnt  out,  and  gentle- \nmen could  not  light  their  cigars,  suggesting  that,  as  there  was  a \nChandler  present,  he  should  give  them  the  benefit  of  his  art.  The \nChandler  was  not  forthcoming,  which  gave  occasion  for  the  following \norder  from  the  mayor, — \"  Mr.  City  Solicitor,  you  will  please  give  your \nattention  to  this  case;\"  whereupon,  Peleg  W.  Chandler  arose,  and \ncensured  the  conception  of  engaging  unmarried  men  to  deliver  orations, \n—  Mr.  Giles,  the  present  orator,  being  a  bachelor, —  and  he  hoped  an \norder  would  be  passed,  regulating  this  matter.  Mr.  Chandler's  remarks \nwere  principally  directed  to  the  bachelor  state  of  the  orator  of  the  day. \nHe  was  surprised  to  see  him  enter  Tremont  Temple,  take  his  stand \ncoolly  upon  the  platform,  surrounded  with  a  bevy  of  young  beauties  — \nthe  girls  of  the  public  schools, —  and  discourse  upon  responsibilities. \nWliat  responsibilities  had  he  7  Here  some  arch  hits  were  made  at  an \nold  bachelor's  virtues,  which  excited  the  loud  laughter  of  the  assembly. \nThe  witty  solicitor  concluded,  with  hoping  that  the  orator,  when  he \nretired  for  the  night  to  his  attic  and  his  narrow  couch,  would  ponder \nwell  upon  what  he  had  said.     It  was  his  fault  that  he  was  not  married, \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  617 \n\nfor  many  men,  twice  as  homelj-looking,  had  wives, —  and  here  a  queer \nallusion  was  made  to  somebody  on  the  platform,  that  had  been  married \ntwenty  years,  Mr.  Chandler's  eye  being  upon  his  honor  the  mayor. \n\"If,\"  said  the  solicitor,  \"the  orator  should  address  any  Avoman  with \nhalf  the  eloquence  he  had  employed  in  his  oration,  she  would  have  to \ngive  him  her  heart.\" \n\n\nCHARLES   SUMNER. \n\nJULY  i,  1845.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  Let  it  not  be  forgotten,\"  says  our  orator,  \"  that  the  virtues  which \nshed  their  charm  over  the  annals  of  war,  in  all  its  horrors,  are  all  bor- \nrowed of  peace, —  they  are  emanations  of  the  spirit  of  love,  which  is  so \nstrong  in  the  heart  of  man  that  it  survives  the  rudest  assaults.  The \nflowers  of  gentleness,  of  kindness,  of  fidelity,  of  humanity,  which  flour- \nish in  unregarded  luxuriance  in  the  rich  meadoAVS  of  peace,  receive \nunwonted  admiration  when  we  discern  them  in  war, —  hke  violets, \nshedding  their  perfume  on  the  perilous  edges  of  the  precipice,  beyond \nthe  smihng  borders  of  civilization.  God  be  praised  for  all  the  exam- \nples of  magnanimous  virtue  which  he  has  vouchsafed  to  mankind ! \nGod  be  praised  that  the  Roman  emperor,  about  to  start  on  a  distant \nexpedition  of  war,  encompassed  by  squadrons  of  cavalry,  and  by  golden \neagles  which  swayed  in  the  winds,  stooped  from  his  saddle  to  listen  to \nthe  prayer  of  the  humble  widow,  demanding  justice  for  the  death  of \nher  son  !  God  be  praised  that  Sydney,  on  the  field  of  battle,  gave, \nwith  dying  hand,  the  cup  of  cold  water  to  the  dying  soldier !  That \nsingle  act  of  self-forgetful  sacrifice  has  consecrated  the  fenny  field  of \nZutphen  far,  oh  !  far  beyond  its  battle ;  it  has  consecrated  thy  name, \ngallant  Sydney,  beyond  any  feat  of  thy  sword,  beyond  any  triumph  of \nthy  pen  !  But  there  are  humble  suppliants  for  justice  in  other  places \nthan  the  camp;  there  are  hands  outstretched  elsewhere  than  on \nfields  of  blood  for  so  little  as  a  cup  of  water ;  the  world  constantly \naflbrds  opportunities  for  deeds  of  like  greatness.  But,  remember  well, \nthat  these  are  not  the  product  of  war.  They  do  not  spring  from \nenmity,  hatred  and  strife,  but  from  those  benign  sentiments  whose  nat- \nural and  ripened  fruit  of  joy  and  blessing  can  only  be  found  in  peace. \n52* \n\n\n618  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nIf,  at  any  time,  they  appear  in  the  soldier,  it  is  not  because,  but  not- \nwithstanding, he  is  the  hirehng  of  battle.  Let  me  not  be  told,  then, \nof  the  virtues  of  war.  Let  not  the  acts  of  generosity  and  sacrifice \nwhich  have  blossomed  on  its  fields  be  invoked  in  its  defence.  From \nsuch  a  great  root  of  bitterness  no  true  good  can  spring.  The  poisonous \ntree,  in  oriental  imagery,  though  watered  by  nectar  and  covered  with \nroses,  can  produce  only  the  fruit  of  death.  *  *  *  *  And  yet \nChrist  and  Mars  are  still  brought  into  fellowship.  Let  us  see  them \ntogether.  There  is  now  floating  in  this  harbor  a  ship-of-the-line  of \nour  country.  Many  of  you  have,  perhaps,  pressed  its  deck,  and \nobserved,  with  admiration,  the  completeness  which  prevails  in  all  its \nparts, —  its  lithe  masts,  and  complete  net- work  of  ropes, —  its  thick \nwooden  walls,  within  which  are  more  than  the  soldiers  of  Ulysses, — \nits  strong  defences,  and  numerous  dread  and  rude-throated  engines  of \nwar.  There,  each  Sabbath,  amidst  this  armament  of  blood,  while  the \nwave  comes  gently  plashing  against  the  frowning  sides,  from  a  pulpit \nsupported  by  a  cannon, —  in  repose  now,  but  ready  to  awaken  its  dor- \nmant thunder,  charged  with  death, —  a  Christian  preacher  addresses \nthe  ofiicers  and  crew.  May  his  instructions  carry  strength  and  succor \nto  their  souls  !  But  he  cannot  pronounce,  in  such  a  place,  those  high- \nest words  of  the  Master  he  professes,  '  Blessed  are  the  peace-makers,' \n'Love  your  enemies,'  'Render  not  evil  for  evil.'  Like  Macbeth's \n'Amen,'  they  must  stick  in  his  throat !  \" \n\nCharles  Sumner,  a  son  of  Charles  Pinckney  Sumner,  the  High \nSheriff  of  Suffolk,  was  born  in  Boston,  Jan.  6,  1811.  His  birth-place \nwas  on  the  location  of  the  Bowdoin  schoolhouse.  He  was  fitted  for \ncollege  at  the  Boston  Latin  School,  where  he  bore  off  the  prizes  for \nEnghsh  composition  and  Latin  poetry,  besides  the  Franklin  medal,  at \nthe  end  of  his  course.  During  this  period  he  was  a  devoted  student \nof  history,  often  rising  before  daylight  to  read  Hume  and  Gibbon.  In \nallusion  to  youthful  associations,  Mr.  Sumner  once  expressively  re- \nmarked, \"  We  incline,  by  a  natural  emotion,  to  the  spot  where  we \nwere  born,  to  the  fields  which  witnessed  the  sports  of  childhood,  to  the \nseat  of  youthful  studies,  and  to  the  institutions  under  which  we  have \nbeen  trained.  The  finger  of  God  writes  all  these  things,  in  indelible \ncolors,  on  the  heart  of  man ;  so  that,  in  the  dread  extremities  of  death, \nhe  reverts,  in  fondness,  to  early  associations,  and  longs  for  a  draught  of \ncold  water  from  the  bucket  in  his  father's  well.\"  His  father's  family \nattended  divine  worship  at  Trinity  Church ;  and,  doubtless,  the  influ- \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  619 \n\nence  of  the  rector,  the  late  Rev.  Dr.  Gardiner,  in  the  illustrations  of  cat- \nechetical instruction  and  learned  pulpit  discourse,  contributed  greatly \nto  the  moulding  of  his  literary  taste.  How  obvious  is  the  warm  love \nof  his  native  city,  where  he  exclaims,  \"  Boston  has  always  led  the  gen- \nerous and  magnanimous  actions  of  our  history.  Boston  led  the  cause  of \nthe  Revolution.  Here  was  commenced  that  discussion,  pregnant  with \nthe  independence  of  the  colonies,  which,  at  first  occupying  a  few  warm \nbut  true  spirits  only,  finally  absorbed  all  the  best  energies  of  the  conti- \nnent,— the  eloquence  of  Adams,  the  patriotism  of  Jefierson,  the  wisdom \nof  Washington.  Boston  is  the  home  of  noble  charities,  the  nurse  of  true \nlearning,  the  city  of  churches.  By  all  these  tokens  she  stands  con- \nspicuous, and  other  parts  of  the  country  are  not  unwilling  to  follow \nher  example.  Athens  was  called  the  eye  of  Greece, —  Boston  may  be \ncalled  the  eye  of  America ;  and  the  influence  which  she  exerts  is  to  be \nreferred,  not  to  her  size, —  for  there  are  other  cities  larger  far, —  but \nto  her  moral  and  intellectual  character.\" \n\nThrough  the  whole  range  of  this  work,  we  have  alluded  to  the  liter- \nary festival  of  commencement,  whenever  the  occasion  offered ;  and  we \ncannot  forbear  citing  a  passage  from  Sumner  to  the  point.  \"  The \ningenuous  student,  who  has  passed  his  term  of  years  —  a  classical \nOlympiad  —  amidst  the  restraints  of  the  academy,  in  the  daily  pursuits \nof  the  lecture-room,  observant  of  forms,  obsequious  to  the  college  cur- \nfew, now  renounces  those  restraints,  heeds  no  longer  the  summoning \nbell,  divests  himself  of  the  youthful  gown,  and  here,  under  the  auspices \nof  Alma  Mater,  assumes  the  robe  of  manhood.  At  such  a  change,  the \nmind  and  heart  are  open  to  receive  impressions  which  may  send  their \ninfluence  through  remaining  life.  A  seasonable  word  to-day  may, \nperadventure,  like  an  acorn  dropped  into  a  propitious  soil,  send \nupwards  its  invigorating  growth,  till  its  stately  trunk,  its  multitudinous \nbranches,  and  sheltering  foliage,  shall  become  an  ornament  and  a  pro- \ntection of  unspeakable  beauty.\" \n\nMr.  Sumner  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1830,  when  he  took \na  part  in  a  conference  on  the  Roman  ceremonies,  the  system  of  the \nDruids,  the  religion  of  the  Hindoos,  and  the  superstition  of  the  Amer- \nican Indians.  After  having  devoted  his  mind  to  literary  studies  until \n1831,  he  entered  the  Law  School  at  Cambridge,  where  he  was  assidu- \nous in  the  study  of  juridical  science,  never  relying  upon  the  text-books, \nbut  sought  the  original  sources,  read  all  the  authorities  and  references, \nand  made  himself  familiar  with  books  of  the  common  law,  from  the \n\n\n620  THE  HUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nYear  Books,  in  uncoutli  Norman,  down  to  the  latest  Reports.  It  was \nsaid  that  he  could  go  into  the  law  library,  of  which  he  was  the  libra- \nrian, and  find  any  volume  in  the  dark,  when  in  their  proper  places. \nWhile  still  a  pupil,  he  wrote  several  articles  in  the  \"  American  Jurist,\" \nwhich  were  creditable  to  his  reputation.  He  read  law  for  a  period  in \nthe  office  of  Benjamin  Rand,  a  counsellor  of  Boston,  and  was  admitted \nto  the  bar  at  Worcester  in  1831,  and  forthwith  commenced  practice  in \nBoston,  1834,  when  he  was  appointed  Reporter  of  the  Circuit  Court, \nin  which  capacity  he  pubhshed  three  volumes,  known  as  \"  Sumner's \nReports.\"  Before  his  admission  to  the  bar,  he  became  the  principal \neditor  of  the  \"  American  Jurist,\"  at  which  period  he  detected  a  curious \nerror  of  so  great  a  name  in  the  law  as  Lord  Chief  Baron  Comyns, \nrepeated,  also,  by  Chitty,  with  respect  to  the  action  of  replevin.  Dur- \ning the  first  three  winters  after  his  admission  to  the  bar,  while  Judge \nStory  was  absent  at  Washington,  he  lectured  to  the  law  students  at \nCambridge,  having  the  sole  charge  of  Dane  School,  for  part  of  the \ntime,  during  the  absence  of  Professor  Greenleaf,  and  performed  like \nduties  during  Judge  Story's  illness,  in  1843.  Mr.  Sumner  was  the \neditor  of  \"A  Treatise  on  the  Practice  of  the  Courts  of  Admiralty  in \nCivil  Causes  of  Maritime  Jurisdiction,  by  Andrew  Dunlap,\"  with  a \nvaluable  appendix  and  indexes,  amounting  to  more  matter  than  the \noriginal  treatise,  published  at  Philadelphia,  in  1836.  This  labor  was \nattempted  because  of  the  illness  of  Mr.  Dunlap,  who  died  before  the \nwork  was  completed,  and  stated,  four  days  previous  to  his  decease, \nthat  Mr.  Sumner  had  worked  over  it  \"  with  the  zeal  of  a  sincere \nfriend,  and  the  accuracy  of  an  excellent  lawyer.\" \n\nIn  the  autumn  of  the  year  1837,  Mr.  Sumner  departed  for \nEurope,  where  he  remained  until  the  spring  of  1840.  In  order  to \nshow  the  estimate  of  his  character  extended  by  Judge  Story,  we  here \nextract  a  passage  from  his  letter  of  introduction,  addressed  to  a  gen- \ntleman in  London,  —  James  John  Wilkinson,  Esq., —  under  date  of \nNov.  3,  1837  : —  \"  Mr.  Sumner  is  a  practising  lawyer  at  the  Boston \nbar,  of  very  high  reputation  for  his  years,  and  already  giving  the \npromise  of  the  most  eminent  distinction  in  his  profession ;  his  literary \nand  judicial  attainments  are  truly  extraoi'dinary.  He  is  one  of  the \neditors  —  indeed,  the  principal  editor  of  the  'American  Jurist,'  a \nquarterly  journal  of  extensive  circulation  and  celebrity  among  us,  and \nwithout  a  rival  in  America.  He  is  also  the  reporter  of  the  court  in \nwhich  I  preside,  and  has  already  published  two  volumes  of  reports. \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  621 \n\nHis  private  character,  also,  is  of  the  best  kind  for  purity  and  pro- \npriety; but,  to  accomplish  himself  more  thoroughly  in  the  great \nobjects  of  his  profession. —  not  merely  to  practise,  but  to  extend  the \nboundaries  in  the  science  of  law, —  I  am  very  anxious  that  he  should \npossess  the  means  of  visiting  the  courts  of  Westminster  Hall  under \nfavorable  auspices ;  and  I  shall  esteem  it  a  personal  favor  if  you  can \ngive  him  any  facihties  in  this  particular.\" \n\nIn  Paris,  he  attended  the  debates  of  the  Chamber  of  Deputies,  and \nthe  lectures  of  all  the  eminent  professors  in  different  departments,  at \nthe  Sorbonne,  at  the  College  of  France,  and  particularly  in  the  Law \nSchool.  He  became  personally  acquainted  with  several  of  the  most \neminent  jurists, —  with  Baron  Degerando,  renowned  for  his  works  on \ncharity ;  with  Pardcssus,  at  the  head  of  commercial  law ;  with  Foclix, \neditor  of  the  \"Review  of  Foreign  Jurisprudence;  \"  and  other  famous \nmen.  He  attended  a  whole  term  of  the  Royal  Court  at  Paris,  observ- \ning the  forms  of  procedure ;  received  kindness  from  the  judges,  and \nwas  allowed  to  peruse  the  papers  in  the  cases.  His  presence  at  some \nof  these  trials  was  noticed  in  the  reports  in  the  law  journals. \n\nIn  England,  a  welcome  awaited  him  such  as  gave  gratifying  evi- \ndence of  the  power  of  an  intelligent,  upright  and  accomplished  mind, \naccompanied  by  simplicity  and  friendliness  of  manners,  to  break  down \nsocial  barriers.  He  remained  there  nearly  a  year,  attending  the \ndebates  in  Parliament,  hearing  all  the  chief  speakers  often,  and  becom- \ning acquainted  with  many  of  them,  of  all  sides  in  poHtics.  We  know \nnot  the  man  that  is  more  lovable,  companionable  and  profitable,  in \nsocial  intercourse,  than  is  Charles  Sumner ;  and  this  letter  of  Justice \nStory  confirms  our  opinion. \n\nMr.  Justice  Story,  in  writing  to  Charles  Sumner,  under  date  of \nAugust  11,  1838,  says:  \"I  have  received  all  your  letters,  and  have \ndevoured  them  with  unspeakable  delight.  All  the  family  have  heard \nthem  read  aloud,  and  all  join  in  their  expressions  of  pleasure.  You \nare  now  exactly  where  I  should  wish  you  to  be, —  among  the  educated, \nthe  hterary,  the  noble,  and,  though  last,  not  least,  the  learned  of  Eng- \nland, of  good  old  England,  our  mother  land,  God  bless  her !  Your \nsketches  of  the  bar  and  bench  are  deeply  interesting  to  me,  and  so  full \nthat  I  think  I  can  see  them  in  my  mind's  eye.  I  must  return  my \nthanks  to  Mr.  Justice  Vaughan  for  his  kindness  to  you ;  it  has  grati- \nfied me  beyond  measure,  not  merely  as  a  proof  of  his  liberal  friend- \nship, but  of  his  acuteness  and  tact  in  the  discovery  of  character.     It  is \n\n\n622  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\na  just  liomage  to  your  own  merits.  Your  Old  Bailey  speech  was  cap- \nital, and  hit,  by  stating  sound  truths,  in  the  right  way.\"  In  another \npassage,  Justice  Story  says  to  Sumner :  \"  Pray,  put  your  conservative \nfriends  right  as  to  us  in  America.  We  are  not  all  demagogues,  or  mad, \nconceited  democrats.  They  seem  hostile  to  all  of  us,  and  to  our  insti- \ntutions, from  gross  mistakes  of  our  opinions  and  our  principles.  Why, \nour  Whigs  are  quite  as  conservative  as  themselves,  making  only  the \nproper  distinctions  as  to  the  form  of  government.\" \n\nThe  cordial  hospitality  of  the  bar  and  judges  treated  him  as  one  of \nthemselves.  He  attended  the  courts  at  Westminster  Hall ;  and  more \nthan  once,  at  the  pressing  invitation  of  the  judges,  sat  by  their  side  at \nthe  trials.  He  also  observed  the  courts  on  the  circuit,  where  he  was \noften  the  guest  of  the  bar  and  bench.  At  the  meeting  of  the  British \nScientific  Association,  he  experienced  the  same  flattering  attentions. \nIn  town  and  country,  he  moved  freely  in  society,  to  which  intelligence \nand  refinement,  wealth  and  worth,  lend  every  charm  and  grace.  Nor \ndid  the  evidence  of  such  respect  and  confidence  pass  away  with  his \npresence.  Two  years  after  his  return  from  England,  the  Quarterly \nReview,  alluding  to  his  visit,  stepped  aside  to  say:  \"He  presents,  in \nhis  own  person,  a  decisive  proof  that  an  American  gentleman,  without \nofiicial  rank  or  wide-spread  reputation,  by  mere  dint  of  courtesy,  can- \ndor, an  entire  absence  of  pretension,  an  appreciating  spirit,  and  a  cul- \ntivated mind,  may  be  received  on  a  perfect  footing  of  equality  in  the \nbest  circles,  social,  political,  and  intellectual;  which,  be  it  observed, \nare  hopelessly  inaccessible  to  the  itinerant  note-taker,  who  never  gets \nbeyond  the  outskirts  of  the  show-houses.\"  Eight  years  later  yet,  he \nreceived  a  compliment,  which,  from  an  English  bench,  is  of  the  rarest \noccurrence.  On  an  insurance  question,  before  the  Court  of  Exchequer, \none  of  the  counsel  having  cited  an  American  case.  Baron  Parke,  the \nablest  of  the  English  judges,  asked  him  Avhat  book  he  quoted.  He \nrephed,  \"  Sumner's  Reports.\"  Baron  Rolfe  said,  \"  Is  that  the  Mr. \nSumner  who  was  once  in  England?\"  On  receiving  a  reply  in  the \naffirmative,  Baron  Parke  observed,  \"We  shall  not  consider  it  entitled \nto  the  less  attention  because  reported  by  a  gentleman  whom  we  all \nknew  and  respected.\"  Not  long  ago,  some  of  Mr.  Sumner's  estimates \nof  war  expenses  were  quoted  by  Mr.  Cobden,  in  debate,  in  the  House \nof  Commons. \n\nIn  Italy,  he  gave  himself  to  the  study  of  art  and  literature,  and \nfinished  the  reading  of  all  the  notable  works  of  that  country  in  his- \n\n\nCHARLES   SUMNER.  623 \n\ntory,  politics,  or  poetry.  VvTiile  at  Rome,  Crawford  took  his  bust,  in \nmarble,  and  it  is  in  the  family.  In  Germany,  where  his  visit  was \nshorter,  he  acquired  the  regard  of  the  most  eminent  jurists, —  of \nSavigny,  Thibaut  and  Mittermaier,  with  the  latter  of  whom  he  has  had \nconstant  correspondence.  He  was  kindly  received  by  Prince  Metter- \nnich,  and  became  acquainted  with  most  of  the  professors  at  Heidelberg ; \nand  with  many  other  individuals  of  those  most  distinguished  in  science \nand  letters,  as  Humboldt  the  pliilosopher,  Ranke  the  historian,  and \nRitter  the  geographer,  at  Berlin. \n\nMr.  Sumner  has  highly  elevated  conceptions  of  the  character  of  the \nlegal  profession  in  the  United  States.  When  at  a  social  dinner-party \nat  Heidelberg,  in  Germany,  where  were  present  the  eminent  jurists \nThibaut  and  Mittermaier,  one  of  them  inquired  of  Mr.  Sumner  what \nwas  the  position  of  the  American  lawyer,  and  both  seemed  in  earnest \nfor  an  answer.  He  promptly  replied,  \"  No  person  is  his  superior.  His \nposition,  gentlemen,  if  you  will  pardon  me  for  saying  it,  is  what  yours \nwould  be  in  Germany,  if  there  were  no  aristocracy  of  birth.\"  Both \nseemed  penetrated  by  this  allusion  ;  and,  looking  each  other  in  the  face, \nexclaimed,  at  once,  in  apparent  consciousness  of  their  true  rank,  \"  That \nis  very  high,  indeed.\" \n\nWhile  in  Europe,  he  was  repeatedly  consulted  by  writers  on  the  law \nof  nations.  In  Paris,  at  the  request  of  Gov.  Cass,  he  wrote  a  defence \nof  the  American  claim,  in  controversy  with  England,  on  the  north- \neastern boundary,  which  was  pubhshed  in  \"  Galignani's  Messenger,\" \nrepublished  in  many  papers  at  home,  and  in  the  Washington  \"  Globe  \" \nattributed  to  Gov.  Cass.  It  was  highly  commended  by  that  gentle- \nman, who  expressed  his  intention  to  make  it  the  subject  of  a  special \ndespatch.  The  idea  of  Mr.  Wheaton's  last  work  on  the  \"  History  of \nthe  Law  of  Nations  \"  occurred  in  conversation  at  Mr.  Sumner's  rooms. \nHaving  conceived  the  plan  of  such  a  treatise,  he  consulted  Mr.  Wheaton \nrespecting  it.  Mr.  Wheaton  afterwards  called  upon  him,  and  said  that \nhe  proposed  to  undertake  it,  unless  Mr.  Sumner  intended  to  execute \nthe  plan  himself  It  was  to  be  written  for  a  prize  of  the  French  Insti- \ntute. \n\nOn  his  return  from  Europe,  Mr.  Sumner  was  received  in  Boston \nwith  flattering  assiduities.  He  engaged  in  the  practice  of  his  profes- \nsion only  to  a  moderate  extent,  being  now  more  interested  in  its  science, \nand  in  other  studies.  In  1844-6,  he  published  an  edition  of  Vesey's \nReports,  in  twenty  volumes.     In  announcing  this  work,  the  Boston \n\n\n624  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS, \n\n\"Law  Reporter\"  bore  testimony  to  his  '•  distinguished  professional \nreputation\"  and  \"great  professional  resources.\"  \"Wherever  the \noccasion  offers  itself,\"  said  that  journal,  \"the  editorial  note  has  been \nexpanded,  till  it  assumes  something  of  the  port  and  stature  of  a  brief \nlegal  dissertation,  in  which  the  topics  are  discussed  in  the  assured  man- \nner of  one  who  feels  that  his  foot  is  planted  upon  familiar  ground,  and \n■whose  mind  is  so  saturated  with  legal  knowledge,  that  it  readily  pours \nit  forth  at  the  slightest  pressure,  reminding  us  of  those  first  '  sprightly \nrunnings  '  of  the  wine-press  extracted  by  no  force  but  the  mere  weight  of \nthe  grapes.  Mr.  Sumner  has  also  introduced  a  new  element  into  his \nnotes.  We  allude  to  his  biographical  notices  of  the  eminent  men  whose \nnames  occur  in  the  reports,  cither  in  a  judicial  or  forensic  capacity,  and \nto  his  occasional  historical,  political  and  biographical,  illustrations  of  the \ntext.  In  what  may  be  called  the  literature  of  the  law,  —  the  curios- \nities of  legal  learning, —  he  has  no  rival  among  us.\" \n\nOn  the  death  of  Judge  Story,  in  the  autumn  of  1845,  he  was  men- \ntioned in  the  newspapers  as  the  natural  successor  in  the  vacant  profess- \norship. Judge  Story  had  said,  more  than  once,  \"I  shall  die  content, \nso  far  as  my  professorship  is  concerned,  if  Charles  Sumner  is  to  suc- \nceed me.\"  Chancellor  Kent  declared  that  he  was  \"  the  only  person \nin  the  country  competent  to  succeed  Story.\"  Different  gentlemen  of \nthe  highest  name  in  jurisprudence,  both  of  Massachusetts  and  other \nStates,  proposed  to  interest  themselves  with  the  corporation  for  his \nappointment ;  but  he  discouraged  the  movement,  saying  that,  as  he  was \nunwilling  to  engage  to  accept  the  post,  if  offered  to  him,  he  could  not \nsanction  any  application  or  suggestion  in  his  behalf  It  never  was \noffered  to  him.  Report  said  that  his  opinions  on  questions  of  great \npublic  interest  which  had  then  begun  to  agitate  the  community  weighed \nagainst  him. \n\nIn  relation  to  Mr.  Sumner's  oration  at  the  head  of  this  article, \nentitled  \"The  True  Grandeur  of  Nations,\"  the  Hon.  Judge  Story \nwrote  of  it  to  the  author,  that  \"  it  is  certainly  a  very  striking  production, \nand  will  fully  sustain  your  reputation  for  high  talents,  various  reading, \nand  exact  scholarship.  There  are  a  great  many  passages  in  it  which \nare  wrought  out  with  an  exquisite  finish,  and  elegance  of  diction,  and \nclassical  beauty.  I  go  earnestly  and  heartily  along  with  many  of  your \nsentiments  and  opinions.  They  are  such  as  befit  an  exalted  mind,  and \nan  enlarged  benevolence.  But,  from  the  length  and  breadth  of  your \ndoctrine  as  to  war,  I  am  compelled  to  dissent.     In  my  judgment, \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  625 \n\nwar  is,  under  some  (although  I  agree  not  under  many)  circumstances, \nnot  only  justifiable,  but  an  indispensable  part  of  public  duty;  and  if \nthe  reasoning  which  you  have  adopted  be  sound,  it  extends  far  beyond \nthe  limits  to  which  you  have  now  confined  it.  It  is  not,  however,  my \nintention  to  discuss  the  matter  at  all  with  you.  I  am  too  old  to  desire \nor  even  indulge  in  controversy.  No  one  who  knows  you  can  doubt  the \nentire  sincerity  with  which  you  have  spoken.  All  that  I  desire  to \nclaim  is  as  sincere  a  conviction  that,  in  the  extent  to  which  you  seem \nto  press  your  doctrines,  they  are  not,  in  my  judgment,  defensible.  In \nmany  parts  of  your  discourse,  I  have  been  struck  with  the  strong \nresemblances  which  it  bears  to  the  manly  enthusiasm  of  Sir  James \nMackintosh  ;  but  I  think  that  he  would  have  diifered  from  you  in \nrespect  to  war,  and  would  have  maintained  a  moderation  of  views \nbelonging  at  once  to  his  philosophy  and  his  hfe.\" \n\nIn  this  performance  of  Mr.  Sumner,  at  the  celebration  of  independ- \nence, there  is  abundant  evi(Jence  of  the  ability  of  the  author  to  distin- \nguish himself  as  a  rhetorician  and  orator.     There  are  glowing  passages \nin  this  oration,  which  thrill  the  very  soul.     There  is  here  and  there  a \npomp  of  language,  says  the  North  American  Review,  a  procession  of \ngorgeous  periods,  that  hurries  the  reader  irresistibly  and  willingly \nalong.     But  these  spots  are  interspersed  and  intersected  by  veins  and \nseams  of  quite  another  ore.     We  are  sometimes  surprised  and  disap- \npointed by  a  prosaic  dash  in  the  very  midst  of  an  eloquent  paragraph, \nand  occasionally  bewildered  by  a  chaotic  confusion  of  metaphors.     It \nwould  be   ungrateful  and   unfair  to   ransack  a  popular   oration   for \ninstances  of  bad  taste  and  faulty  expression ;    and  yet,  where  a  per- \nformance bears   ample  marks  of  supplementary  additions,  we  could \nwish  that  the  author's  privilege  of  retrenchment  had  also  been  more \nliberally  exercised.     The  very  confines  of  courtesy  are  reached  in  the \nphrase,  '=  respectable  citizens  volunteer  to  look  like  soldiers,\"  consid- \nering the  circumstances  of  the  occasion.     We  must  also  call  the  author's \nattention  to  the  incongruity  of  the  several  kinds  of  physical  elevation \nand  moral  grandeur  that  are  huddled  together  in  the  following  pas- \nsage:    \"As  the  cedars  of  Lebanon  are  higher  than  the  grass  of  the \nvalley ;  as  the  heavens  are  higher  than  the  earth ;  as  man  is  higher \nthan  the  beasts  of  the  field ;  as  the  angels  are  higher  than  man;  as  he \nthat  ruleth  his  spirit  is  higher  than  he  that  taketh  a  city, —  so  are  the \nvirtues  and  victories  of  peace  higher  than  the  virtues  and  victories  of \nwar.\"     Once  more :  we  cannot  conceive  how,  in  his  description  of  the \n53 \n\n\n626  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nmassacre  of  tlie  Roman  senators  by  the  Gauls,  the  author  could  have \ntortured  Livy's  in  vesfibidis  oedkim  into  \"on  a  temple.\"  The  very \ningenious  and  striking  parallel  drawn  by  the  orator  between  national \nwars  and  the  old  wager  of  battle,  is  the  most  original  and  effective  por- \ntion of  the  address.  It  was  pubhshed  in  England,  in  a  neat  tract \nform,  and  also  in  Scotland,  by  the  advocates  of  peace,  and  scattered \nover  the  queen's  dominions  by  the  tens  of  thousands ;  and  probably  no \nnational  oration  was  ever  more  widely  circulated,  on  both  sides  of  the \nAtlantic.  It  has  been  carefully  revised,  and  objectionable  passages \nexpunged.  An  exuberance  of  classical  allusions  is  a  peculiar  defect \nin  the  compositions  of  Charles  Sumner. \n\nMr.  Sumner  interweaves  his  peace  principles  in  the  admirable  sketch \nof  Washington  Allston,  the  artist,  where  he  remarks  that,  early  in  life, \nAllston  had  a  fondness  for  pieces  representing  banditti,  but  this  taste \ndoes  not  appear  in  his  later  works.  And,  when  asked  if  he  would \nundertake  to  fill  the  vacant  panels  in  the  rotunda  of  the  capitol  at \nWashington,  should  Congress  determine  to  order  such  a  work,  he  is \nreported  to  have  said,  in  memorable  words,  \"  I  will  paint  only  one  sub- \nject, and  choose  my  own ;  no  battle-piece.\"  This  decision  Mr.  Sum- \nner urges  as  an  anti-war  appeal,  though  it  may  have  been  a  matter  of \nindividual  taste.  This  is  about  equivalent,  in  effect,  says  a  critic,  to  a \nclergyman  forbidding  from  the  pulpit  the  handling,  by  artists,  of  heathen \nsubjects  ;  waging  a  warfare,  in  the  name  of  Christianity,  against  Bac- \nchus, Jupiter  and  Apollo,  on  the  walls  of  our  parlors ;  the  idolatry  of \ncameos  and  breastpins,  and  the  damnatory  influences  of  pagan  bronzes \nand  letter-seals.  If  a  painter  has  the  genius  of  Vernet,  or  a  Wou- \nvermans,  for  battle-pieces,  in  the  name  of  the  peace-societies,  let  him \npaint  them.  Are  not  the  war-painters  the  true  peace  evangelists,  by \nbringing  Mr.  Sumner's  arguments  most  vividly  before  the  \"  faithful \neyes\"  of  spectators? \n\nHitherto,  though  voting  with  the  Whig  party,  he  had  taken  no  active \npart  in  politics.  The  confused  state  of  public  affairs  in  the  year  1845 \ndrew  him,  by  liis  sense  of  justice  and  philanthropy,  into  that  line  of \naction.  In  the  autumn  of  that  year,  the  measures  for  the  extension  of \nthe  slave-power,  by  the  annexation  of  Texas,  being  in  progress,  meet- \nings were  held  in  different  towns  of  Massachusetts,  as  well  as  in  other \nStates,  with  a  view  to  concentrate  the  public  opinion  opposed  to  the \nconsummation  of  that  measure,  in  remonstrances  to  the  Congress  then \nabout  to  meet.     At  a  popular  convention,  held  at  Faneuil  Hall  for  that \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  627 \n\npurpose,  on  the  4tli  of  November,  Mr.  Sumner  pronounced  the  brilliant \nspeech  preserved  in  the  second  volume  of  his  \"  Orations  and  Speeches,\" \nlately  published.  His  next  appearance  of  the  kind  was  in  September \nof  the  following  year,  when,  at  the  request  of  those  charged  with  the \narrangements  of  the  occasion,  he  addressed  the  Whig  State  Convention \n\"  on  the  anti-slavery  duties  of  the  Whig  party.\"  In  the  following \nmonth,  he  addressed  through  the  newspapers  a  letter  of  rebuke  to  Mr. \nWinthrop,  then  member  of  Congress  from  Boston,  for  the  vote  in  favor \nof  the  war  with  Mexico,  by  which  that  gentleman  had  agitated  a \nportion  of  his  immediate  constituents,  as  well  as  the  people  of  this \ncommonwealth. \n\nThe  best  productions  of  Charles  Sumner  are  odoriferous  as  the \nfreshly  gathered  bouquet ;  and  it  is  tribute  enough  to  the  oration  for  the \nPhi  Beta  Kappa  Society,  at  Cambridge,  to  respond  to  the  sentiment  of \nJohn  Quincy  Adams,  at  the  festival  after  it  was  delivered:  \"The \nmemory  of  the  scholar,  the  jurist,  the  artist,  and  the  philanthropist ; \nand  not  the  memory,  but  the  long  life,  of  the  kindred  spirit  who  has \nthis  day  embalmed  them  all.\"  A  reviewer,  in  criticizing  the  allusions \nof  Sumner  to  the  value  of  classical  learning  on  the  intellect,  remarks \nthat  he  shrinks  from  the  moral  effects  of  a  class  of  writings  which  are \ndeficient  in  the  highest  charm  of  purity.  He  speaks  of  the  torrent  of \nDemosthenes,  dark  with  self-love  and  the  spirit  of  vengeance,  but  has \nquenched  the  recollection  of  his  patriotic  fire.  Fitful  philosophy  is \nabout  as  appropriately  ascribed  to  Tully,  as  intemperate  eloquence  with \nwhich  it  is  coupled.  Mr.  Sumner  speaks,  with  implied  censure,  of \nHomer's  inspiring  tale  of  blood,  apparently  not  bearing  in  mind  the \nparting  of  Hector  and  Andromache,  or  the  domestic  beauty  of  the \npatriarchal  scenes  of  the  Odyssey ;  and  the  blame  is  extended  even  to \nSocrates,  in  his  \"marvellous  teachings,\"  and  the  \"mellifluous  words \nof  Plato,\"  and  concludes  with  these  words :  \"  Greek  poetry  has  been \nlikened  to  the  song  of  the  nightingale,  as  she  sits  on  the  rich,  symmet- \nrical crown  of  the  palm-tree,  trilling  her  thick- warbled  notes ;  but  even \nthis  is  less  sweet  and  tender  than  the  music  of  the  human  heart.\" \nThere  is  no  charitable  foot-note  here,  to  inform  us  of  the  source  from \nwhich  this  comparison  is  drawn.  Tliis  nightingale,  of  course,  is  not \nMilton's,  which  trilled  its  thick  warbled  notes  \"in  the  olive-grove  of \nAcademe,\"  and  whose  song  is  not  compared  to  Greek  poetry.  ' '  Nor  do \nwe  clearly  understand,\"  says  the  reviewer,  \"what  is  meant  by  the  music \nof  the  human  heart ;  but,  if  the  chords  of  that  love  which  is  stronger \n\n\n628  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthan  death  have  power  to  breathe  such  music,  the  ear  must  be  dull \nindeed  -which  cannot  detect  it  in  the  Alcestis  and  the  Antigone.\"  Mr. \nSumner,  however,  freely  and  candidly  concedes  the  wholesome  influ- \nence of  ancient  letters,  with  the  exception  of  a  clear  want  of  moral \npower ;  and  his  performance  is  masculine,  often  genial,  ornate,  and \ndignified. \n\nMr.  Sumner  is  remarkable  for  rhetorical  power,  blandness  of  man- \nners, and  melodious  voice  ;  and  we  know  not  the  native  Bostonian  who \nso  effectively  enchains  the  people  at  Faneuil  Hall,  as  this  manly  orator. \nOne  of  his  warmest  admirers  expresses  the  opinion,  that  his  orations  and \nspeeches  will  live  long  as  liberty  and  humanity  continue  to  be  the  prey \nof  despotism  and  cruelty ;  and  his  principles  will  live  and  burn  in  the \nbosoms  of  liberty's  own  apostles,  so  long  as  war,  violence  and  slavery, \nshall  be  permitted  to  shower  their  curses  upon  the  world.  And  it  is \nnot  likely  that  he  will  become  the  favorite  of  a  party  whose  standard  is \nthe  muck-rake  ;  and  a  Cambridge  poet  thus  apostrophizes  : \n\n\"  Sumner,  from  thy  well-ordered  mind  there  grows \nThe  wondrous  fount  of  learning  manifold  ; \nThine  eloquence  o'er  stores  of  wisdom  flows, \nLike  a  broad  river  over  sands  of  gold.\" \n\nThere  is  a  large  portion  of  the  community  who  have  no  doubt  that, \nif  his  philanthropic  heart  were  divested  of  the  ultraisms  of  the  age,  his \ninfluence  for  public  good  would  over-balance  the  retrograde  spell  that \nbinds  him.  Such  radical  views  are  rendered  inefiective,  as  an  eSbrt \nwith  his  own  extended  arm  to  grasp  and  roll  up,  like  a  scroll,  the  entire \nextent  of  the  Niagara  Suspension  Bridge. \n\nThe  persevering  and  ingenious  efforts  of  Mr.  Sumner,  for  prison \ndiscipline  reform,  in  1847,  advocating  the  exclusive  or  sohtary  system \nof  Pennsylvania,  in  preference  to  the  social  system  of  Auburn  and \nCharlestown,  which  elicited  impassioned  debates  during  seven  pro- \ntracted adjourned  and  densely  crowded  meetings  of  the  Massachusetts \nPrison  Discipline  Society,  strongly  indicate  the  energy  of  his  mind, \nand  his  power  of  discussion. \n\nWe  notice  the  intellectual  strength,  forming  a  rare  union,  in  his \nwritings,  with  an  acute  sense  of  the  beautiful,  and  delicacy  in  the \nshadings  and  coloring  of  expression.  Mr.  Sumner  rarely  lets  the  har- \nmony of  a  sentence  weaken  its  force,  or  the  wealth  of  his  diction  obscure \nJthe  clearness  of  his  thought.     One  of  the  peculiarities  of  mere  style, \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  629 \n\n■wliich  we  have  often  noticed  as  giving  the  effect  of  vigor  to  his  compo- \nsition, is  in  rejecting  every  superfluous  syllable  from  the  latter  limb  of \nthe  sentence,  so  as  to  give  a  short  cadence,  and  a  sharp  termination. \nHe  lavishes  his  riches  upon  the  earlier  clauses,  but  is  economical  at  the \nend ;  crowds  the  attention  at  first,  but  spares  it  with  a  grateful  sur- \nprise, finally.  This  rarely  fails  to  be  an  effective  style  for  delivery ; \nand,  aided,  in  Sumner's  case,  by  his  fine  personal  qualifications,  it  gives \na  certain  character  of  manliness  and  directness  to  his  oratory.  It \nafiixes  the  charm  of  simplicity  just  where  it  was  in  danger  of  being \nmissed. \n\nMr.  Sumner,  in  sketching  the  lineaments  of  another,  has  very  graph- \nically drawn  his  own  portrait,  when  he  says,  \"  He  was  of  that  rare  and \nhappy  constitution  of  mind,  in  which  occupation  is  the  normal  state. \nHe  Avas  possessed  by  a  genius  for  labor.  Others  may  moil  in  the  law \nas  successfully  as  he,  but  without  his  loving,  successful  earnestness  of \nstudy.  What  he  undertook  he  always  did  with  his  heart,  soul,  and \nmind ;  not  with  reluctant,  vain  comphance,  but  with  his  entire  nature \nbent  to  the  task.  As  in  his  friendships  and  in  the  warmth  of  society, \nso  was  he  in  his  studies.  His  heart  embraced  labor,  as  his  hand \ngrasped  the  hand  of  a  friend.\" \n\nBy  his  perseverance  in  a  course  opposed  by  a  majority  of  the  Whig \nparty,  Mr.  Sumner's  ties  to  it  were  weakened,  though  he  had  not \nyet  become  entirely  separated  from  its  counsels.  Partly  because  he \ncould  not  yet  prevail  upon  himself  to  renounce  a  resolution  long  ago \nformed,  to  avoid  public  office  altogether  (for,  to  use  his  own  expression, \n\"  the  strife  of  parties  had  seemed  ignoble  to  him  \"),  partly  from  con- \nsiderations of  delicacy,  incident  to  the  course  he  had  taken  in  opposition \nto  Winthrop,  he  refused,  when  urgently  invited,  to  allow  himself  to  be \nput  forward  as  a  rival  candidate  to  that  gentleman,  in  the  election  then \ncoming  on.  On  the  4th  of  November,  1846,  at  a  meeting  of  citizens \nfavorable  to  the  election  of  his  friend  who  had  consented  to  fill  the  unin- \nviting place  of  candidate  against  an  overwhelming  majority,  he  deliv- \nered a  \"■  speech  against  the  Mexican  war,  and  all  supplies  for  its  pros- \necution.\" Determined,  as  he  continued  to  be,  against  public  office,  he \nwas  now  unavoidably  embarked  in  pohtics.  He  could  not  be  spared \nfrom  the  great  exigencies  of  the  time.  There  was  no  retreat,  except \nin  desertion  of  a  cause  to  which  nature  and  training  alike  had  pledged \nhim.  The  course  of  public  affairs,  down  to  the  close  of  the  last  year, \ngave  rise  to  the  succession  of  speeches  and  writings  contained  in  the \n\n53* \n\n\n630  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nsecond  of  his  volumes  lately  published, —  volumes  rich  in  exposition \nand  brilliant  enforcement  of  the  doctrines  of  Christian  politics,  applied \nto  the  existing  condition  of  affairs  in  this  country.  A  great  occasion \nand  a  great  impulse  seized  upon  him,  and  enforced  the  appeal  of  his \nfriend  John  Quincy  Adams,  -when,  in  an  interview  during  Mr.  Adams* \nillness,  that  illustrious  man  urged  upon  him  the  obligations  which \ndemanded  him  for  the  public  service,  and  said  to  him,  at  parting,  \"  Be \nnot  Atticus.\" \n\nMr.  Sumner  was  not  an  associate  to  be  willingly  parted  with ;  and, \nnotwithstanding  his  intractableness,  he  continued  to  be  recognized  by \nthe  Whig  party,  till  its  presidential  nomination  in  1848.  But  in  the \nautumn  of  that  year,  in  the  presidential  canvass,  which  issued  in  the \nelection  of  Gen.  Taylor,  he  took  an  efficient  part,  repeatedly  addressing \npopular  conventions,  in  different  parts  of  ]\\Iassachusetts  and  elsewhere, \nin  behalf  of  Mr.  Van  Buren,  the  candidate  of  the  new  Free  Soil  party. \nOn  the  24th  day  of  April,  1851,  he  received  the  election  of  the  House \nof  Representatives  of  the  State,  in  concurrence  with  the  previous  vote \nof  the  Senate,  after  twenty-six  ballottings. \n\nWe  would  here  take  occasion  to  notice  a  pleasant  allusion  to  the \nnew  party  that  has  risen  amongst  us,  contained  in  a  speech  at \nSalem,  during  the  presidential  contest  of  1848  :  \"  I  do  not  know \nhow  it  is  with  you,\"  said  Rufus  Choate;  \"but  I  must  confess  I \nhave  never  met  with  any  man  who,  having  been  a  Whig,  has  devoted \nhimself  to  this  new  organization,  and  yet  who,  directly  and  in  terms, \nhas  expressed  it  as  his  opinion  that  the  objects  of  the  Whig  party \nhave  ceased  to  be  important  and  of  value.  They  say  they  thought \nthat  'the  Whig  party  was  dead; '  very  much  as  the  Rev.  Ebenezer \nCruikshank,  I  believe,  in  the  Pickwick  Papers,  being  himself  in  a \ngenial  condition,  and  his  audience  all  sober,  begins  by  saying,  '  In  my \nopinion,  the  assembly  is  drunk.'  'The  Whig  party  was  dead;'  but  I \nhave  never  met  the  first  man  who,  having  been  a  Whig,  has  ever \ndared  to  say  that,  in  his  judgment,  the  great  doctrines  of  our  creed \nare  not  as  important  and  as  valuable  as  ever,  could  we  but  be  united \nupon  what  he  has  come  to  consider  a  larger  and  a  paramount  object  — \nthe  rescue  of  our  new  territory  from  slavery.  The  Whig  party  is \n'dead,' is  it?  This  looks  mightily  like  it !  this  sounds  mightily  like \nit !  [alluding  to  the  immense  assembly,  and  to  the  cheering  of  the \ncrowd  outside.]  Somebody  is  dead, —  there  is  no  doubt  of  that;  —  but \nit  is  not  we, —  it  is  not  the  Whig  party.  '  Thou  art  not  dead  !  '  as \nGrattan  used  to  apostrophize  to  Ireland,  — \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  631 \n\n•  Thou  art  not  vanquished  ! \nYouth  and  beauty  still  are  crimson \nOn  thy  lip  and  on  thy  cheek,  — \nDeath's  pale  flag  is  not  advanced  there.' \n\nI  repeat  it,  that  I  never  yet  heard  the  first  man  say  that  any  one  of  the \ndoctrines  upon  -which  our  party  was  organized  has  lost,  in  the  slight- \nest degree  its  importance  and  value  in  practical  politics.\"  '-The \nvery  madness  of  party  strife  has  cemented  oui-  Union,\"  says  Mr. \nChoate.  ^^  Idem  sentire  de  rejmblica, —  a  community  of  opinions \nmakes  the  masses  of  the  people,  however  widely  scattered,  next-door \nneighbors  and  friends ;  and  thus  the  volcanic  fires  have  blazed,  but \nhave  prevented  the  earthquake.  Our  railroads,  our  telegraphic  wires \nthemselves,  conduct  along  the  strong  galvanic  stream  of  consentaneous \nopinions  and  views.  Time  and  space  have  been  annihilated.  Every \nman's  national  politics  make  him  at  home  everywhere  ;  and  thus  the \nsharpest,  the  noisiest,  and  the  most  dangerous  moments  of  political \ndiscussion,  have  been  the  safest  for  the  country.\" \n\nAt  the  Cape  Cod  Association,  the  following  sentiment  was  advanced \nby  Charles  Sumner :  \"  The  Demon  of  PoHtical  Strife :  K  it  cannot  be \nexorcised  from  public  affairs,  let  us,  at  least,  prevent  the  evil  spirit  from \ntaking  a  place  at  the  family  hearth,  from  entering  the  private  circle,  or \nfrom  troubling  the  charities  of  life.\" \n\nWhen  the  national  Fugitive  Slave  Law  —  the  principle  of  which, \nin  the  minds  of  many  eminent  jurists,  was  recognized  by  our  fathers \nin  the  federal  constitution  —  was  practically  tested  by  the  return  of \nthe  slave  Hamlet,  from  New  York,  to  his  master  at  the  south,  it  pro- \nduced an  excitement  that,  like  an  earthquake,  shook  the  nation  from \nthe  centre  to  its  remotest  parts ;  and  Charles  Sumner  delivered  an \nimpassioned  speech  at  Faneuil  Hall,  which  was  received  with  thunders \nof  applause,  Nov.  6,  1850,  at  a  Free  soil  meeting. \n\nThe  great  objects  of  the  Free  Soil  party  are  exhibited  in  this \nspeech ;  and  we  know  not  any  more  correct  exponent  of  their  princi- \nples than  Mr.  Sumner.  \"It  is  a  mistake  to  say,\"  remarks  he,  \"  that \nwe  seek  to  interfere,  through  Congress,  with  slavery  in  the  States,  or \nin  any  way  to  direct  the  legislation  of  Congress  upon  subjects  within \nits  jurisdiction.  Our  political  aims,  as  well  as  our  political  duties,  are \ncoextensive  with  our  political  responsibilities.  And,  since  we  at  the \nnorth  are  responsible  for  slavery  wherever  it  exists,  under  the  juris- \ndiction of  Congress,  it  is  unpardonable  in  us  not  to  exert  every  power \n\n\n632  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\n■we  possess  to  enlist  Congress  against  it.  Looking  at  details,  we \ndemand,  first  and  foremost,  the  instant  repeal  of  the  Fugitive  Slave \nBill.  We  demand  the  abolition  of  slavery  in  the  District  of  Columbia. \nWe  demand  the  exercise  by  Congress,  in  all  territories,  of  its  time- \nhonored  power  to  prohibit  slavery.  We  demand  of  Congress  to  refuse \nto  receive  into  the  Union  any  new  slave  State.  We  demand  the  abo- \nlition of  the  domestic  slave-trade,  so  far  as  it  can  be  constitutionally \nreached,  but  particularly  on  the  high  seas,  under  the  national  flag. \nAnd,  generally,  we  demand  from  the  federal  government  the  exercise \nof  all  its  constitutional  power  to  relieve  itself  from  responsibility  for \nslavery.  And  yet  one  thing  further  must  be  done.  The  slave  power \nmust  be  overturned,  so  that  the  federal  government  may  be  put \nopenly,  actively  and  perpetually,  on  the  side  of  freedom. \n\n\"It  happens  to  me  to  sustain  an  important  relation  to  this  bill. \nEarly  in  professional  life,  I  was  designated,  by  the  late  Mr.  Justice \nStory,  one  of  the  commissioners  of  the  courts  of  the  United  States ; \nand,  though  I  have  not  very  often  exercised  the  functions  of  this  post, \nyet  my  name  is  still  upon  the  lists.  As  such,  I  am  one  of  those  before \nvfhom,  under  the  recent  act  of  Congress,  the  panting  fugitive  may  be \nbrought  for  the  decision  of  the  question  whether  he  is  a  freeman  or  a \nslave.  But,  while  it  becomes  me  to  speak  with  caution,  I  shall  not \nhesitate  to  speak  with  plainness.  I  cannot  forget  that  I  am  a  man, \nalthough  I  am  a  commissioner.\"  \"For  myself,  let  me  say  that  I  can \nimagine  no  office,  no  salary,  no  consideration,  which  I  would  not  gladly \nforego,  rather  than  become,  in  any  way,  an  agent  for  enslaving  my \nbrother  man.  Where  for  me  would  be  comfort  and  solace,  after  such \na  work  ?  In  dreams  and  in  waking  hours,  in  solitude  and  in  the  street, \nin  the  meditations  of  the  closet,  and  in  the  affairs  of  men, —  wherever \nI  turned,  there  my  victim  would  stare  me  in  the  face ;  from  the  distant \nrice-fields  and  sugar-plantations  of  the  south,  his  cries  beneath  the \nvindictive  lash,  his  moans  at  the  thought  of  liberty, —  once  his,  now, \nalas !  ravished  from  him, —  would  pursue  me,  telhng  the  tale  of  hia \nfearful  doom,  and  sounding  in  my  ears,  '  Thou  art  the  man  ! ' \n\n\"  There  is  a  legend  of  Venice,  consecrated  by  the  pencil  of  one  of \nher  greatest  artists,  that  the  apostle  St.  Mark  suddenly  descended \ninto  the  public  square,  and  broke  the  manacles  of  the  slave,  even  before \nthe  judge  who  had  decreed  his  doom.  Should  Massachusetts  be  ever \ndesecrated  by  such  a  judgment,  may  the  good  apostle,  with  valiant \narm,  once  more  descend  to  break  the  manacles  of  the  slave !  \"    In \n\n\nCHARLES  SUMNER.  633 \n\nregard  to  the  approach  of  the  slave-hunter  to  our  borders,  Mr.  Sumner \nsays  :  \"  Into  Massachusetts  he  must  not  come.  I  counsel  no  violence. \nI  would  not  touch  his  person.  Not  with  whips  and  thongs  would  I \nscourge  him  from  the  land.  The  contempt,  the  indignation,  the  abhor- \nrence of  the  community,  shall  be  our  weapons  of  offence.  \"Wherever \nhe  moves,  he  shall  find  no  house  to  receive  him,  no  table  spread  to \nnourish  him,  no  welcome  to  cheer  him.  The  dismal  lot  of  the  Roman \nexile  shall  be  his.  He  shall  be  a  wanderer,  without  roof,  fire,  or \nwater.     Men  shall  point  at  him  in  the  streets,  and  on  the  highways, — \n\n'  Sleep  shall  neither  night  nor  day \nHang  upon  his  pent-house  lid  ; \nHe  shall  live  a  man  forbid  ! \nWeary  seven  nights,  nine  times  nine, \nShall  he  dwindle,  peak  and  pine  ! '  \" \n\nIn  this  speech  of  Mr.  Sumner,  a  parallel  is  drawn  between  the \nStamp  Act  and  the  Fugitive  Slave  Act,  in  which  he  showed  how  \"  the \nunconquerable  rage  of  the  people\"  had  compelled  the  stamp  office's  to \nresign  their  ofiices,  in  1765,  and  contended  that  the  slave  act  and  the \nstamp  act  were  alike  unconstitutional.  An  energetic  writer  in  the \nTranscript,  over  the  signature  of  \"  Sigma,\"  and  recognized  as  \"The \nSexton  of  the  Old  School,\"  whose  spirit  of  philanthropy  in  the  tem- \nperance reform  has  given  him  immortal  fame  on  both  sides  of  the \nAtlantic,  contends  there  is  no  similarity  between  them.  \"  Our  fath- \ners,\" says  Sigma,  \"were  not  represented, —  we  are;  they  had  no \npower,  by  their  suffrages,  to  change  their  law-makers, —  we  have ;  they, \nand  many  great  men,  members  of  the  British  Parliament,  utterly \ndenied  the  right  of  taxation, — we  recognize  our  constitutional  obliga- \ntions;\"—  and,  in  a  tone  of  sarcasm,  when  alluding  to  the  remark  of \nMr.  Sumner,  \"I  counsel  no  violence,\"  Sigma  retorts,  \"He  vivified \nthe  fury  of  the  masses,  by  reminding  them  of  the  unconquerable  rage \nof  the  people  in  1765, —  but  he  counselled  no  violence  !  He  held  up \nthe  present  and  the  former  occasion  as  equally  demanding  an  exhibition \nof  their  unconquerable  rage, —  but  he  counselled  no  violence  !  He \nasked  them  if  we  should  be  more  tolerant  now  than  were  those  whose \nunconquerable  rage  drove  magistrates  from  their  homes,  sacked  their \nhouses,  compelled  their  wives  and  daughters  to  fly,  in  terror,  for  their \nlives,  guzzled  their  liquors,  and  stole  their  gold, —  but  he  counselled \nno  violence  !  To  let  them  know  they  were  not  alone  in  their  treason- \nable purposes,  he  significantly  assured  them  there  were  not  wanting \n\n\n634:  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nthose  who  were  ready  to  resist  the  laws  of  their  country,  and  protect \nthe  fugitive  by  force, —  but  he  counselled  no  violence  !  \" \n\nMr.  Sumner,  in  his  speech  on  the  floor  of  the  United  States  Senate, \nJan.  27,  1852,  in  favor  of  a  bill  granting  the  right  of  way  and  making \na  grant  of  land  to  the  State  of  Iowa,  in  the  construction  of  certain  rail- \nroads in  that  State,  thus  enlarges  on  the  benefit  which  will  result  \"from \nthe  opening  of  a  new  communication,  by  which  the  territory  beyond  the \nMississippi  will  be  brought  into  connection  with  the  Atlantic  seaboard, \nand  by  which  the  distant  posts  of  Council  Bluffs  will  become  a  suburb \nof  Washington.  It  would  be  difficult  to  exaggerate  the  influence  of \nroads  as  means  of  civilization.  This,  at  least,  may  be  said :  where \nroads  are  not,  civilization  cannot  be ;  and  civilization  advances  as  roads \nare  extended.  By  these,  religion  and  knowledge  are  diffused  ;  inter- \ncourse of  all  kinds  is  promoted;  the  producer,  the  manufacturer  and \nthe  consumer,  are  all  brought  nearer  together ;  commerce  is  quickened ; \nmarkets  are  opened ;  property,  Avherever  touched  by  these  lines,  is \nchanged;  as  by  a  magic  rod,  into  new  values ;  and  the  great  current  of \ntravel,  like  that  stream  of  classic  fable,  or  one  of  the  rivers  of  our  own \nCalifornia,  hurries  in  a  channel  of  golden  sand.  The  roads,  together \nwith  the  laws,  of  ancient  Rome,  are  now  better  remembered  than  her \nvictories.  The  Flaminian  and  Appian  ways,  once  trod  by  returning \nproconsuls  and  tributary  kings,  still  remain  as  beneficent  representa- \ntives of  her  departed  grandeur.  Under  God,  the  road  and  the  school- \nmaster are  the  two  chief  agents  of  human  improvement.  The  educa- \ntion begun  by  the  schoolmaster  is  expanded,  liberalized  and  completed, \nby  intercourse  with  the  world ;  and  this  intercourse  finds  new  opportu- \nnities and  inducements  in  every  road  that  is  built. \n\n\"  Our  country  has  already  done  much  in  this  regard.  Through  a \nremarkable  line  of  steam  communications,  chiefly  by  railroad,  its  whole \npopulation  is  now,  or  will  be  soon,  brought  close  to  the  borders  of \nIowa.  The  cities  of  the  southern  seaboard  —  Charleston,  Savannah, \nand  Mobile  —  are  already  stretcliing  their  lines  in  this  direction,  soon \nto  be  completed  conductors ;  while  the  traveller  from  all  the  principal \npoints  of  the  northern  seaboard, —  from  Portland,  Boston,  ProvidencGj \nNew  York,  Philadelphia,  Baltimore,  and  Washington, —  now  passes \nwithout  impediment  to  this  remote  region,  traversing  a  territory  of \nunexampled  resources, —  at  once  a  magazine  and  a  granary, —  the \nlargest  coal-field,  and  at  the  same  time  the  largest  corn-field,  of  the \nknown  globe, —  winding  his  way  among  churches  and  school-houses, \n\n\nPLINY  MERRICK.  635 \n\namong  forests  and  gardens,  by  villages,  towns  and  cities,  along  the  sea, \nalong  rivers  and  lakes,  with  a  speed  which  may  recall  the  gallop  of  the \nghostly  horseman  in  the  ballad : \n\n'  Fled  past  on  right  and  left  how  fixst \nEach  forest,  grove,  and  bower  ! \nOn  right  and  left  fled  past  how  fast \nEach  city,  town,  and  tower  ! \n\n'  Tramp  !  tramp  !  along  the  land  they  speed. \nSplash  !  splash  !  along  the  sea.' \n\nOn  the  banks  of  the  Mississippi  he  is  now  arrested.  The  proposed \nroad  in  Iowa  will  bear  the  adventurer  yet  further,  to  the  banks  of  the \nMissouri ;  and  this  distant  giant  stream,  mightiest  of  the  earth,  leaping \nfrom  its  sources  in  the  Rocky  Mountains,  will  be  clasped  with  the \nAtlantic  in  the  same  iron  bracelet.  In  all  this,  I  see  not  only  further \nopportunities  for  commerce,  but  a  new  extension  to  civilization,  and \nincreased  strength  to  our  national  Union. \n\n\"A  heathen  poet,  while  picturing  the  golden  age  without  long  hnes \nof  road,  has  ignorantly  indicated  this  circumstance  as  creditable  to  that \nimaginary  period,  in  contrast  with  his  own.  'How  well,'  exclaimed \nthe  youthful  Tibullus,  'they  lived  while  Saturn  ruled, —  before  the \nearth  was  opened  by  long  ways : ' \n\n•  Quam  bene  Saturno  vivebant  rege  ;  priusquam \nTellus  in  longas  est  patefacta  vias. ' \n\nBut  the  true  golden  age  is  before  us, —  not  behind  us  ;  and  one  of \nits  tokens  will  be  the  completion  of  those  lotig  ways,  by  which  vil- \nlages, towns,  counties,  states,  provinces,  nations,  are  all  to  be  asso- \nciated and  knit  together  in  a  fellowship  that  can  never  be  broken.\" \n\n\nPLINY   MERRICK. \n\nJULY  9,  1845.     EULOGY  ON   PRESIDENT  JACKSON. \n\nThe  irresistible  impression  of  every  patriotic  heart,  on  reading \nthe  eloquent  eulogy  of  Judge  Merrick,  delivered  in  Faneuil  Hall,  on \nour  modern  Roman,  must  be  that,  if  Jackson  was  iron-willed  and \ndaring,  his  decisive  energy  was  devoted  to  the  welfare  of  his  country, \n\n\n636  THE   nUNDKED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nand  he  has  thus  more  firmly  cemented  our  vast  republican  edifice. \n\"  Undoubtedly  by  fiir  the  most  important  and  alarming  political  ques- \ntions which  have  ever  arisen  under  the  constitution  since  its  adoption,\" \nsays  Judge  Merrick,  \"  were  those  created  by  the  measures  pursued  by \nSouth  Carolina  during  the  administration  of  President  Jackson,  in  resist- \nance of  the  laws  of  the  United  States  for  the  collection  of  its  revenue. \n' '  Not  claiming  to  exercise  that  great  fundamental  popular  right \n\"which  precedes  and  underlies  all  constitutions  and  forms  of  government, \n\n—  that  incontestible,  inalienable  and  indefeasible,  right  of  the  people, \nto  reform,  alter  or  totally  change  the  government,  when  their  protec- \ntion, safety,  prosperity  and  happiness,  require  it, —  South  Carolina \ninsisted  that,  under  the  constitution,  and  in  strict  conformity  to  the \nterms  upon  which  she  had  entered  the  Union,  and  to  her  obligation  to \nthe  rest  of  the  United  States,  it  was  competent  for  her  people  to \ndenounce  a  law  of  Congress  as  unconstitutional,  null  and  void,  and  to \nprohibit  all  execution  of  its  provisions  within  the  limits  of  her  terri- \ntory. And,  in  pursuance  of  this  extravagant  assumption,  a  popular \nconvention,  assembled  in  conformity  to  an  act  of  her  Legislature, \nassumed  the  tremendous  responsibility  of  abolishing  the  obnoxious  law, \nand  of  placing  the  State  in  an  attitude  of  open,  direct  and  undisguised, \nhostility  to  the  general  government.  Never  could  there  be,  in  the  his- \ntory of  an  ardent,  generous  and  free  people,  a  crisis  of  more  thrilling \ninterest  or  portentous  disaster  than  this ;  but  never  could  there  have \nbeen  found  a  magistrate  better  fitted  for  so  terrible  an  emergency  than \nAndrew  Jackson.  In  the  gravity  of  his  wisdom,  he  paused  in  the  reflec- \ntion that  the  prosperity  and  happiness  of  the  existing  and  of  unborn \ngenerations,  under  a  constitution  establishing  the  freest  government  on \nearth,  bound  together  in  the  bonds  of  a  political  union  cemented  with \nthe  blood  of  a  noble,  self-sacrificing  ancestry,  depended  upon  his  deci- \nsion, his  prudence,  his  counsel,  and  his  strength.  lie  examined  all  the \nquestions  involved  in  the  great  controversy  with  the  most  thorough  and \nsearching  scrutiny,  in  every  aspect  in  which  they  could  be  considered, \n\n—  in  every  light  in  which  they  could  be  presented ;  and,  throwing \nhimself  into  the  arms  of  the  people,  and  relying  upon  their  stability  in \nvirtue,  and  loyalty  in  patriotism,  he  issued,  in  the  form  of  a  proclama- \ntion, one  of  the  most  remarkable  papers  ever  addressed  by  a  govern- \nment to  its  citizens.  Demolishing  the  sophistry  of  opposing  arguments, \nand  unfolding,  with  the  utmost  clearness,  his  views  of  the  true  prin- \nciples of  constitutional  union,  he  appealed,  with  all  the  earnestness  that \n\n\nPLINY   MERRICK.  637 \n\ndanger  could  inspire,  and  all  the  affection  that  could  warm  the  heart  of \na  father,  to  the  generous  and  manly  people  of  his  native  State,  to  aban- \ndon the  mad  project  of  disunion,  and  reunite  with  their  fellow-citizens \nin  lawful  and  constitutional  measures  for  the  redress  of  all  real  or \napprehended  grievances.  But,  finally,  he  announced  his  unalterable \ndetermination,  upon  their  refusal  to  comply  with  their  constitutional \nobligations,  to  enforce  the  execution  of  the  laws  they  had  assumed  to \nannul,  at  the  hazard  of  every  consequence.  His  simple  but  authorita- \ntive mandate — 'the  Union,  \\t  vmst  be  preserved' — came  like  sun- \nshine through  the  cloud. — like  the  benignant  licrht  of  the  guidino-  star, \nthrough  the  mists  of  ocean,  to  the  anxious  mariner  tossed  on  its  bil- \nlows. The  efiect  was  electrical,  grand,  and  decisive.  The  ranks  of \nopposition  swayed  away  from  their  organization,  and  every  defender  of \nthe  constitution  rushed  to  the  rampart,  to  stand  by  its  noble  and  fear- \nless representative.  The  voices  of  congratulation,  of  defence,  of  com- \npromise, mingled  together,  and  the  thanksgivings  for  an  Union  pre- \nserved went  up  once  more  from  the  hearts  of  an  united  people.\" \n\nPliny  Merrick  was  born  at  Brookfield,  Aug.  2,  1794 ;  was  a  son  of \nHon.  Pliny  Merrick,  and  married  Mary  R.,  daughter  of  Isaiah  Thomas, \n1821.  He  studied  law  with  Gov.  Levi  Lincoln,  during  which  period \nhe  delivered  the  4th  of  Jul}\"-  oration,  at  Worcester,  in  1817.  when  he \ndisplayed  a  fertile  imagination  and  patriotic  ardor.  In  that  year  he \nopened  an  office  at  Worcester,  after  admission  to  the  bar.  where  he  prac- \ntised until  May,  1818,  when  he  removed  to  Charlton,  and  in  three \nmonths  was  located  at  Swanzey,  Bristol  county,  until  August,  1820. \nFrom  this  town  he  removed  to  Taunton,  and  became  partner  with \nHon.  Marcus  Morton,  during  one  year,  to  1824,  when  he  returned  to \nWorcester,  July  6th  of  that  year,  and  was  appointed  the  county \nattorney  by  Gov.  Brooks.  In  1829  he  was  elected  president  of  the \nAnti-masonic  Convention  of  Massachusetts,  and  published  a  letter  on \nSpeculative  Masonry  at  that  period.  In  1832  Gov.  Lincoln  appointed \nMr.  Merrick  the  attorney  for  the  middle  district,  on  the  organization  of \nthe  criminal  courts  distinct  from  the  civil  tribunals.  In  1827  he  was  a \nrepresentative  for  Worcester,  and  was  several  years  a  selectman  of  the \ntown.  In  1827  he  delivered  the  agricultural  address  for  Worcester \nFair.  He  was  an  editor  of  the  National  iEgis,  in  Worcester,  as  suc- \ncessor to  Edward  D.  Bangs.  In  1843  Gov.  Morton  appointed  Mr. \nMerrick  a  judge  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas ;  and,  after  the  decease \nof  Judge  Thacher,  in  1844,  he  became  one  of  the  cx-officio  judges  of \n54 \n\n\n638  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nthe  Municipal  Court.  He  ^as  elected  to  the  State  Senate  of  1850. \nJudge  Merrick  is  a  man  of  very  active  business  habits,  and  was  presi- \ndent of  the  Worcester  and  Nashua  Railroad  corporation.  He  is  pro- \nfoundly learned  in  the  law,  and  amply  equal  to  civil,  political,  or \nbusiness  stations.  He  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1814,  on \nwhich  occasion  he  engaged  in  a  conference  on  the  relative  connection, \nin  a  free  government,  of  the  liberty  of  the  press,  political  associations, \nand  the  frequency  of  elections.  Mr.  Merrick  was  originally  an  advo- \ncate of  the  cause  of  Freemasonry ;  and  published,  in  1823,  a  Masonic \naddress,  delivered  at  Northborough,  which  is  much  at  variance  with  his \nletter  on  the  subject  when  he  espoused  Anti-masonry.  He  was  a  mem- \nber of  the  American  Antiquarian  Society,  and  will  long  be  remembered \namong  us  as  the  leading  counsel  in  the  defence  of  Professor  John  W. \nWebster,  for  the  murder  of  Dr.  George  Parkman.  In  1851  he  again \naccepted  the  office  of  a  judge  of  the  Court  of  Common  Pleas,  under \nGov.  Briggs. \n\n\nROBERT   CHARLES  WINTHROP. \n\nOCT.  16,  1845.    MERCANTILE  LIBRARY  ASSOCIATION. \n\n\"  If  one  were  called  on  to  say  what,  upon  the  whole,  was  the  most \ndistinctive  and  characterizing  feature  of  the  age  in  which  we  live,  I \nthink  he  might  reply,\"  says  Mr.  Winthrop,  \"  that  it  was  the  rapid  and \nsteady  progress  of  the  influence  of  commerce  upon  the  social  and  polit- \nical condition  of  man.  The  policy  of  the  civilized  world  is  now  every- \nwhere and  eminently  a  commercial  policy.  No  longer  do  the  nations \nof  the  earth  measure  their  relative  consequence  by  the  number  and \ndiscipline  of  their  armies  upon  the  land,  or  their  armadas  upon  the  sea. \nThe  tables  of  their  imports  and  exports,  the  tonnage  of  their  commer- \ncial marines,  the  value  and  variety  of  their  home  trade,  the  sum  total \nof  their  mercantile  exchanges,  —  these  furnish  the  standards  by  which \nnational  poAver  and  national  importance  are  now  marked  and  measured. \nEven  extent  of  territorial  dominion  is  valued  little,  save  as  it  gives  scope \nand  verge  for  mercantile  transactions ;  and  the  great  use  of  colonies \nis  what  Lord  Sheffield  declared  it  to  be,  half  a  century  ago,  '  the \nmonopoly  of  their  consumption,  and  the  carriage  of  their  produce.' \n\n\nROBERT  CHARLES  WINTHROP.  639 \n\n\"Look  to  tlie  domestic  aclministration,  or  the  foreign  negotiation,  of \nour  o^vn,  or  any  other  civilized  country.  Listen  to  the  debates  of  the \ntwo  houses  of  the  Imperial  Parliament.  What  are  the  subjects  of  their \ngravest  and  most  frequent  discussions  ?  The  succession  of  families  7 \nThe  marriage  of  princes  ?  The  conquest  of  provinces  7  The  balance \nof  power  ?  —  No ;  the  balance  of  trade,  the  sliding  scale,  corn,  cotton, \nsugar,  timber, —  these  furnish  now  the  home-spun  threads  upon  which \nthe  statesmen  of  modern  days  are  obliged  to  string  the  pearls  of  their \nparliamentary  rhetoric.  Nay,  the  prime  minister  himself  is  heard \ndiscoursing  upon  the  duties  to  be  levied  upon  the  seed  of  a  certain \nsavory  vegetable, — the  use  of  which  not  even  Parisian  authority  has \nrendered  quite  genteel  upon  a  fair  day, — as  gravely  as  if  it  were  as \nti'ue  in  regard  to  the  complaints  against  the  tariff  of  Great  Britain,  as \nsome  of  us  think  it  is  true  in  reference  to  the  murmurs  against  our \nown  American  tariff,  that  '  all  the  tears  which  should  water  this  sorrow \nlive  in  an  o?iio?i  ! ' \n\n\"  Cross  over  to  the  continent.  What  is  the  great  fact  of  the  day  in \nthat  quarter?  Lo,  a  convention  of  delegates  from  ten  of  the  inde- \npendent States  of  Germany,  forgetting  their  own  political  rivalries  and \nsocial  feuds, —  flinging  to  the  winds  all  the  fears  and  jealousies  which \nhave  so  long  sown  dragon's  teeth  along  the  borders  of  neighboring \nstates  of  disproportioned  strength  and  different  forms  of  government, \n—  the  lamb  lying  down  with  the  lion, —  the  little  city  of  Frankfort \nwith  the  proud  kingdom  of  Prussia, —  and  all  entering  into  a  solemn \nleague  to  regulate  commerce  and  secure  markets  !  What  occupy  the \nthoughts  of  the  diplomatists, — the  Guizots,  and  Aberdeens,  and  Met- \nternichs  7  Reciprocal  treaties  of  commerce  and  navigation. —  treaties \nto  advance  an  honest  trade,  or  sometimes  (I  thank  Heaven  !)  to  abolish \nan  infamous  and  accursed  traflBc, —  these  are  the  engrossing  topics  of \ntheir  protocols  and  ultimatums.  Even  wars,  when  they  have  occun-ed, \nor  when  they  have  been  rumored,  for  a  quarter  of  a  century  past,  how \nalmost  uniformly  has  the  real  motive,  whether  of  the  menace  or  of  the \nhostile  act,  proved  to  be, —  whatever  may  have  been  the  pretence, — \nnot,  as  aforetime,  to  destroy,  but  to  secure,  the  sources  of  commercial \nwealth.  Algiers,  Affghanistan,  China.  Texas,  Oregon,  all  point  more \nor  less  directly  to  one  and  the  same  pervading  policy  throughout  the \nworld, —  of  opening  new  markets,  securing  new  ports,  and  extending \n\ncommerce  and  navigation  over  new  lands  and  new  seas. \n\n******* \n\n\n640  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\n\"  Well  misKt  the  mail-clad  monarchs  of  the  earth  refuse  their  couu- \ntenance  to  Columbus,  and  reward  his  matchless  exploit  with  beggary \nand  chains.  He  projected,  he  accomplished,  that  which,  in  its  ultimate \nand  inevitable  consequences,  was  to  wrest  from  their  hands  the  imple- \nments of  their  ferocious  sport,— to  break  their  bow  and  knap  their \nspear  in  sunder,  and  all  but  to  extinguish  the  source  of  their  proudest \nand  most  absolute  prerogative. \n\n'  No  kingly  conqueror,  since  time  began \nThe  long  career  of  ages,  hath  to  man \nA  scope  so  ample  given  for  Trcwfe's  bold  range, \nOr  caused  on  earth's  wide  stage  such  rapid,  mighty  change.' \n\nFrom  the  discovery  of  the  New  World,  the  mercantile  spirit  has  been \nrapidly  gaining  upon  its  old  antagonist ;  and  the  establishment  upon \nthese  shores  of  our  own  republic,  whose  Union  was  the  immediate \nresult  of  commercial  necessities,  whose  independence  found  its  original \nimpulse  in  commercial  oppressions,  and  of  whose  constitution  the  reg- \nulation of  commerce  was  the  first  leading  idea,  may  be  regarded  as  the \nepoch  at  which  the  martial  spirit  finally  lost  a  supremacy,  which,  it  is \nbelieved  and  trusted,  it  can  never  reacquire. \n\n\"  Yes,  Mr.  President,  it  is  commerce  which  is  fast  exorcising  the  fel! \nspirit  of  war  from  nations  which  it  has  so  long  been  tearing  and  rend- \nin<y.  The  merchant  may,  indeed,  almost  be  seen,  at  this  moment,  sum- \nmoning the  rulers  of  the  earth  to  his  counting-desk,  and  putting  them \nunder  bonds  to  keep  the  peace  !  Upon  what  do  we  ourselves  rely,  to \ncounteract  the  influence  of  the  close  approximation  of  yonder  flaming \nplanet  to  our  sphere  1  Let  me  rather  say  (for  it  is  not  in  our  stars,  but \nin  ourselves,  that  we  are  to  look  for  the  causes  which  have  brought  the \napprehensions  of  war  once  more  home  to  pur  hearts),  upon  what  do  we \nrely,  to  save  us  from  the  bloody  arbitrement  of  questions  of  mere  ter- \nritory and  boundary,  into  which  our  own  arbitrary  and  ambitious  views \nwould  plunge  us '?  To  what  do  we  look  to  prevent  a  protracted  strife \nwith  Mexico,  if  not  to  arrest  even  the  outbreak  of  hostilities,  but  to \nthe  unwillingness  of  the  great  commercial  powers  that  the  trade  of  the \nWest  Indies  and  of  the  Gulf  should  be  interrupted  1  Why  is  it  so \nconfidently  pronounced  that  Great  Britain  will  never  go  to  war  with \nthe  United  States  for  Oregon  1  Why,  but  that  trade  has  created  such \na  Siamese  ligament  between  the  two  countries,  that  every  blow  upon  U9 \nwould  be  but  as  a  blow  of  the  right  arm  upon  the  left  7    Why,  but  that, \n\n\nROBERT   CHARLES   WINTHROP.  641 \n\nin  the  smoke-pipe  of  every  steamer  which  brings  her  merchandise  to \nour  ports,  we  see  a  calumet  of  peace,  which  her  war-chiefs  dare  not \nextinguish  1  Commerce  has,  indeed,  almost  reahzed  ideas  which  the \npoet,  in  his  wildest  fancies,  assumed  as  the  very  standard  of  impossi- \nbility. We  may  not  '  charm  ache  with  air,  or  agony  with  words ;  ' \nbut  may  we  not  •  fetter  strong  madness  with  a  cotton  thread '  7  Yes, \nthat  little  fibre,  which  was  not  known  as  a  product  of  the  North  Amer- \nican soil  when  our  old  colonial  union  with  Great  Britain  was  dissolved, \nhas  already  been  spun,  by  the  ocean-moved  power-loom  of  international \ncommerce,  into  a  thread  which  may  fetter  forever  the  strong  madnesH \nof  war ! \n\n\"  Yet  let  us  not,  let  us  not,  experiment  upon  its  tension  too  far. \nNeither  the  influences  of  commerce,  nor  any  other  influences,  have  yet \nbrought  about  the  day  (if,  indeed,  such  a  day  is  ever  to  be  enjoyed \nbefore  the  second  coming  of  the  Prince  of  Peace),  when  we  may  regard \nall  danger  of  war  at  an  end,  and  when  we  may  fearlessly  sport  with \nthe  firebrands  which  have  heretofore  kindled  it,  or  throw  down  the  fire- \narms by  Avhich  we  have  been  accustomed  to  defend  ourselves  against  it. \nPreparation  —  I  will  not  say  for  war,  but  against  war  —  is  still  the \ndictate  of  common  prudence.  And,  while  I  would  always  contend  first \nfor  that  preparation  of  an  honest,  equitable,  inoffensive  and  unaggres- \nsive, policy  towards  all  other  nations,  which  would  secure  us,  in  every \nevent,  the  triple  armor  of  a  just  cause,  I  am  not  ready  to  abandon \nthose  other  preparations  for  which  our  constitution  and  laws  have  made \nprovision.  Nor  do  I  justify  such  preparations  only  on  any  narrow  views \nof  State  necessity  and  worldly  policy.  I  know  no  policy,  as  a  states- \nman, which  I  may  not  pursue  as  a  Christian.  I  can  advocate  no  sys- \ntem before  men,  which  I  may  not  justify  to  my  own  conscience,  or \nwhich  I  shrink  from  holding  up,  in  humble  trust,  before  rny  God.\" \n\nRobert  Charles  Winthrop  was  born  in  Boston,  May  12,  1809,  and \nwas  a  son  of  the  Hon.  Thomas  Lindall  Winthrop,  who  married  Eliza- \nbeth, daughter  of  Sir  John  Temple,  and  a  grand-daughter  of  Gov.  James \nBowdoin.  He  was  a  descendant  of  John  Winthrop,  the  first  governor \nelected  by  the  General  Court  of  Massachusetts,  in  1630-1.  The  gov- \nernor's town-lot,  known  as  \"  The  Green,\"  included  the  land  now  owned \nby  the  Old  South  Church,  on  Washington-street,  and  his  residence  was \nnearly  opposite  School-street.  It  was  afterwards  occupied  by  Prince,  the \nannalist;  and  was  a  two-story  wooden  edifice,  which  was  destroyed  for \nfuel,  by  the  British  troops,  in  1775.  His  father  was  six  years  lieuten- \n54* \n\n\n642  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nant-governor  of  Massachusetts,  and  president  of  the  Massachusetts \nHistorical  Society. \n\nYoung  Winthrop  entered  the  Boston  Latin  School  in  1818  ;  and \nwhen,  later  in  life,  he  received  an  invitation  to  attend  a  public  school \nfestival  in  Faneuil  Hall,  he  made  the  following  pertinent  allusion : \n\"  There  is  no  festival,  in  our  political  or  civil  calendar,  which  I  would \nso  gladly  attend  as  the  festival  of  the  schools.  Many  years  have \nelapsed  since  I  enjoyed  such  a  privilege.  Indeed,  my  strongest  asso- \nciations with  the  occasion  run  back  to  the  somewhat  distant  day  when \nI  was  myself  a  medal-boy,  and  when  I  received  from  the  city  authori- \nties a  set  of  books,  which  are  still  the  proudest  ornaments  of  my \nhbrary.\"  He  gi'aduatcd  at  Harvard  College  ;  and  on  that  occasion  he \ndelivered  an  oration  on  \"Public  Station,\"  which  foreshadowed  his \nfuture  career ;  and,  at  a  college  exhibition,  he  pronounced  an  oration \non  the  influence  of  external  circumstances  on.  the  mind.  He  entered \non  the  study  of  the  law  under  the  guidance  of  Daniel  Webster,  and \nbecame  a  member  of  the  Suffolk  bar  in  1831.  He  married  Eliza  C. \nBlanchard,  March  12,  1832;  and  married  a  second  wife, —  Laura, \ndaughter  of  John  Derby,  Esq.,  of  Salem,  and  widow  of  Arnold  F. \nWelles,  Esq., —  Nov.  6,  1849.  '  He  had  two  sons  and  one  daughter, \nby  his  fii-st  wife.  He  was  early  engaged  in  military  stations.  He  was \ncaptain  of  the  Boston  Light  Infantry ;  lieutenant  of  the  Ancient  and \nHonorable  Artillery  Company  ;  lieutenant-colonel  of  the  Boston  regi- \nment; and,  in  1886,  an  aid-de-camp  to  Gov.  Everett.  In  the  same \nyear  he  was  elected  a  representative  to  the  State  Legislature,  until \n1840,  and  was  Speaker  of  the  House  from  1838,  until  he  was  elected \nto  Congress  from  Suffolk,  in  1840,  as  successor  to  Hon.  Abbott  Law- \nrence. He  resigned  in  1842,  when  he  w^as  succeeded  by  Hon.  Nathan \nAppleton,  who  relinquished  the  station  at  the  close  of  that  session,  when \nthe  seat  was  resumed  by  his  personal  friend,  Mr.  Winthrop.  He  was \nSpeaker  of  the  House  in  Congress  during  the  years  1848  and  '49. \nIn  the  Congress  of  1850,  Mr.  Winthrop  was  again  a  candidate  for  the \nspeaker's  chair,  but  was  defeated,  on  a  plurality  vote,  by  two  votes, \nafter  a  contest  of  more  than  thirty  ballotings.  In  July,  1850,  when \nMr.  Webster  became  Secretary  of  State  under  President  Fillmore,  Mr. \nWinthrop  was  appointed,  by  the  executive  of  Massachusetts,  to  succeed \nhim  in  the  United  States  Senate,  and  was  succeeded  by  Hon.  Robert \nRantoul,  jr.,  whose  term  expired  in  ten  days  after  taking  his  seat. \n\nWe  love  the  name  of  Winthrop, —  it  has  ever  been  the  honor  of \n\n\nROBERT   CHARLES  WINTHROP.  643 \n\nNew  England ;  and  our  late  senator  in  Congress  has  added  to  its  lustre, \nin  the  opinion  of  his  friends,  by  an  unblenching  resistance  to  reputed \nparty  intrigue.  It  appears  that,  on  the  opening  of  the  thirtieth  session \nof  Congress,  in  December,  1847,  Mr.  Palfrey,  of  Massachusetts,  had \nendeavored  to  procure  pledges  of  Mr.  Winthrop,  in  regard  to  the  con- \nstitution of  those  committees  which  have  especial  direction  of  subjects \nconnected  with  war  and  slavery.  Mr.  Winthrop  rejected  these  over- \ntures, and  we  here  present  the  correspondence  on  that  matter.  It  is  a \nvaluable  fragment  of  political  history : \n\n\"56  Coleman'' s^  Washington.  Dec,  5,  1847. \n\n\"Dear  Sir:  —  It  would  give  me  pleasure  to  aid,  by  my  vote, \nin  placing  you  in  the  chair  of  the  House  of  Representatives.  But  I \nhave  no  personal  hopes  or  fears  to  dictate  my  course  in  the  matter ; \nand  the  great  consideration  for  me  must  be  that  of  the  policy  which  the \nspeaker  will  impress  on  the  action  of  the  house. \n\n\"  Not  to  trouble  you  with  suggestions  as  to  subordinate  points,  there \nare  some  leading  questions  on  which  it  may  be  presumed  that  you \nhave  a  settled  purpose.  May  I  respectfully  inquire  whether,  if  elected \nspeaker,  it  is  your  intention, — \n\n\"  So  to  constitute  the  Committees  of  Foreign  Relations,  and  of  Ways \nand  Means,  as  to  arrest  the  existing  war  7 \n\n\"  So  to  constitute  the  Committee  on  the  Territories  as  to  obstruct \nthe  legal  estabhshment  of  slavery  within  any  territory  ? \n\n\"  So  to  constitute  the  Committee  on  the  Jrdiciary  as  to  favor  the \nrepeal  of  the  law  of  Feb.  12,  1793,  which  denies  trial  by  jury  to  per- \nsons charged  with  being  slaves  ;  to  give  a  fair  and  favorable  consider- \nation to  the  question  of  the  repeal  of  those  acts  of  Congress  which  now \nsustain  slavery  in  this  district ;  and  to  further  such  measures  as  may \nbe  in  the  power  of  Congress,  to  remedy  the  grievances  of  which  Mas- \nsachusetts complains  at  the  hands  of  South  Carolina,  in  respect  to  ill \ntreatment  of  her  citizens  7 \n\n\"  I  should  feel  much  obliged  to  you  for  a  reply  at  your  early  con- \nvenience ;  and  I  should  be  happy  to  be  permitted  to  communicate  it, \nor  its  substance,  to  some  gentlemen  who  entertain  similar  views  to \nmine,  on  this  class  of  questions. \n\n\"I  am,  dear  sir, \n\n\"  With  great  personal  esteem, \n\n\"  Your  friend  and  servant, \n\n\"John  G.  Palfrey.\" \n\n\n644  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nOn  the  reception  of  this  note,  Mr.  Winthrop  promptly  addressed \nthe  following  dignified  reply : \n\n\"  Washington,  Coleman^ s  Hotel,  Dec.  5,  1847. \n\n\"  Dear  Sir:  — Your  letter  of  to-day  has  this  moment  been  handed \nto  me.  I  am  greatly  obliged  by  the  disposition  you  express  '  to  aid \nin  placing  me  in  the  chair  of  the  House  of  Representatives.'  But  I \nmust  be  perfectly  candid  in  saying  to  you  that,  if  I  am  to  occupy  that \nchair,  I  must  go  into  it  without  pledges  of  any  sort. \n\n\"  I  have  not  sought  the  place.  I  have  solicited  no  man's  vote.  At \na  meeting  of  the  Whig  members  of  the  house,  last  evening  (at  which, \nhowever,  I  believe  that  you  were  not  present),  I  was  formally  nomi- \nnated as  the  whig  candidate  for  speaker,  and  I  have  accepted  the  nom- \nination. \n\n\"  But  I  have  uniformly  said,  to  all  who  have  inquired  of  mo,  that \nmy  policy  in  organizing  the  house  must  be  sought  for  in  my  general \nconduct  and  character  as  a  public  man. \n\n\"  I  have  been  for  seven  years  a  member  of  Congress  from  our  com- \nmon State  of  Massachusetts.  My  votes  are  on  record.  My  speeches \nare  in  print.  If  they  have  not  been  such  as  to  inspire  confidence  in \nmy  course,  nothing  that  I  could  get  up  for  the  occasion,  in  the  shape \nof  pledges  or  declaration  of  purpose,  ought  to  do  so. \n\n\"  Still  less  could  I  feel  it  consistent  with  my  own  honor,  after  having \nreceived  and  accepted  a  general  nomination,  and  just  on  the  eve  of  the \nelection,  to  frame  answers  to  specific  questions,  like  those  which  you \nhave  proposed,  to  be  shown  to  a  few  gentlemen,  as  you  suggest,  and \nto  be  withheld  from  the  great  body  of  the  Whigs. \n\n\"  Deeply,  therefore,  as  I  should  regret  to  lose  the  distinction  which \nthe  Whigs  in  Congress  have  offered  to  me,  and,  through  me,  to  New \nEngland,  for  want  of  the  aid  of  a  Massachusetts  vote,  I  must  yet \nrespectfully  decline  any  more  direct  reply  to  the  interrogatories  which \nyour  letter  contains. \n\n\"I  remain,  with  every  sentiment  of  personal  esteem, \n\n\"  Your  friend  and  servant, \n\n\"Robert  C.  Winthrop. \n\n\"Hon.  John  G.  Palfrey,  &c.  &c.\" \n\nIt  has  been  stated  in  the  papers  of  the  day,  that,  after  receiving  this \nnote  from  his  brother  colleague  in  Congress,  Mr.  Palfrey  steadily, \n\n\nROBERT   CHARLES   WINTHROP.  646 \n\nupon  three  several  ballotings,  opposed  his  election  to  the  speakership  of \nthe  house :  but  Mr.  Winthrop  was  elected,  however,  by  a  majority  of \none  vote. \n\nMr.  Winthrop  made  a  tour  of  England,  France,  and  other  parts  of \nEurope.  Shortly  after  his  departure  for  England,  Edward  Everett, \nthen  ambassador  to  the  court  of  St.  James,  in  writing  to  a  friend  in \nMassachusetts,  said  of  Mr.  Winthrop,  \"A  better  specimen  of  America \nnever  crossed  the  water.\"  He  was  a  member  of  the  Massachusetts \nHistorical  Society,  and  of  the  American  Academy  of  Arts  and \nSciences. \n\n\"Mr.  Winthrop  has  been,  from  his  earliest  youth,  an  object  of  the \npublic  regard,  as  a  person  of  high  qualifications  for  the  public  service,\" \nsays  George  Ticknor  Curtis.  \"In  his  talents,  his  cultivation,  his  cor- \nrectness of  principle,  his  uniform  adherence  to  a  true  public  policy, \nand  his  capacity  to  judge  rightly  and  speak  eloquently  upon  public \naffairs,  he  has  been  all  his  life  a  representative  of  the  people  among \nwhom  he  was  born, —  of  their  institutions,  and  of  the  spirit  of  their \nwhole  condition.  To  these  characteristics  there  has  been  added,  in  his \ncase,  the  associations  which  gather  about  a  name  interwoven  forever \nwith  our  history  and  our  glory.  Nor  has  he  ever  disappointed  one  of \nthe  expectations  that  have  fondly  centred  us  on  him,  until,  in  this \nmiddle  period  of  his  life,  in  an  hour  of  that  misapprehension  or  mis- \nrepresentation to  which  all  public  men  are  exposed,  he  has  had  charges \nlaid  at  his  door  which  aim  at  his  integrity  of  purpose  and  consistency \nof  character.\"  This  regards  his  vote  for  the  war  with  Mexico;  on \nwhich  point,  Mr.  Winthrop,  in  a  speech  June  26,  1846,  remarked, \n\"  I  beheved,  when  that  bill  providing  for  the  war  was  before  us,  and  I \nbelieve  still,  that  the  policy  of  the  administration  had  already  involved \nus  in  a  state  of  things  which  could  not  be  made  better,  which  could \nnot  be  either  remedied  or  relieved,  by  Avithholding  supplies  or  disguising \nits  real  character.  And  I  will  say  further,  that,  while  I  condemn  both \nthe  policy  of  annexation,  as  a  whole,  and  the  movement  of  our  army \nfrom  Corpus  Christi,  as  a  most  unnecessary  and  unwarrantable  part,  I \nwas  not  one  of  those  who  considered  Mexico  as  entirely  without  fault.\" \n\nMr.  Winthrop,  on  the  floor  of  Congress,  was  manly,  decided,  and \neffective.  No  man  there  ever  spoke  more  to  the  purpose.  This  pas- \nsage, from  the  speech  on  sectional  controversies,  shows  the  man: \n\"  When  I  was  first  a  candidate  for  Congress,  now  some  ten  winters \ngone,  I  told  the  abolitionists  of  my  district,  in  reply  to  their  interrog- \n\n\n646  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\natories,  that,  while  I  agreed  with  them  in  most  of  their  abstract  prin- \nciples, and  was  ready  to  carry  them  out,  in  any  just,  practicable  and \nconstitutional  manner,  yet,  if  I  were  elected  to  this  house,  I  should \nnot  regard  it  as  any  peculiar  part  of  my  duty  to  agitate  the  subject \nof  slavery.  I  have  adhered  to  that  declaration.  I  have  been  no  agi- \ntator. I  have  sympathized  with  no  fanatics.  I  have  defended  the \nrights  and  interests  and  piinciples  of  the  north,  to  the  best  of  my \nability,  wherever  and  whenever  I  have  found  them  assailed ;  but  I \nhave  enlisted  in  no  crusade  upon  the  institutions  of  the  south.  I  have \neschewed  and  abhorred  ultraism  at  both  ends  of  the  Union.  'A \nplague  o'  both  your  houses,'  has  been  my  constant  ejaculation ;  and  it \nis  altogether  natural,  therefore,  that  both  their  houses  should  cry  a \nplague  on  me.  I  would  not  have  it  otherwise.  I  dote  on  their  dis- \nlike. I  covet  their  opposition.  I  desire  no  other  testimony,  to  the \ngeneral  propriety  of  my  course,  thah  their  reproaches.  I  thank  my \nGod,  that  he  has  endowed  me,  if  with  no  other  gifts,  with  a  spirit  of \nmoderation,  which  incapacitates  me  for  giving  satisfaction  to  ultraists \nanywhere,  and  on  any  subject.  If  they  were  to  speak  well  of  me,  I \nshould  be  compelled  to  exclaim,  like  one  of  old,  '  What  bad  thing  have \nI  done,  that  such  men  praise  me?  '  \" \n\nIn  alluding  to  the  uncontrollable  spirit  of  annexation  and  conquest \nthat  pervades  our  country,  Mr.  Winthrop  remarked,  in  Congress,  that \nwe  are  reaping  the  natural  and  just  results  of  the  annexation  of  Texas, \nand  of  the  war  which  inevitably  followed  that  annexation.  \"  We  have \nalmost  realized  the  fate  of  the  greedy  and  ravenous  bird,  in  the  old \nfable,  ^sop  tells  us  of  an  eagle,  which,  in  one  of  its  towering  flights, \nseeing  a  bit  of  tempting  flesh  upon  an  altar,  pounced  upon  it,  and  bore \nit  away  in  triumph  to  its  nest.  But,  by  chance,  he  adds,  a  coal  of  fire \nfrom  the  altar  was  sticking  to  it  at  the  time,  which  set  fire  to  the  nest, \nand  consumed  it  in  a  trice.  And  our  American  eagle,  sir,  has  been  seen \nstooping  from  its  pride  of  place,  and  hovering  over  the  altars  of  a  weak \nneighboring  power.  It  has  at  last  pounced  upon  her  provinces,  and \nborne  them  away  from  her  in  triumph.  But  burning  coals  have  clung \nto  them.  Discord  and  confusion  have  come  with  them.  And  our  own \nAmerican  homestead  is  now  threatened  with  conflagration.\" \n\nWe  cannot  resist  the  pleasure  of  citing  the  spirited  allusion  to  Fancuil \nHall,  in  the  same  speech:  \"  The  American  Union  must  be  preserved. \nI  speak  for  Faneuil  Hall.  Not  for  Faneuil  Hall  occupied,  as  it  some- \ntimes has  been,  by  an  anti-slavery  or  a  liberty  party  convention, \n\n\nROBERT   CHARLES   WINTHROP.  647 \n\ndenouncing  the  constitution  and  government  under  which  we  hve,  and \nbreathing  threatenings  and  slaughter  against  all  who  support  them, — ■ \nbut  for  Faneuil  Hall  thronged  as  it  has  been  so  often  in  times  past, \nand  as  it  will  be  so  often  for  a  thousand  generations  in  times  to  come, \nby  as  intelligent,  honest  and  patriotic  a  people,  as  ever  the  sun  shone \nupon  ;  —  I  speak  for  Faneuil  Hall,  and  for  the  great  masses  of  true- \nhearted  American  freemen,  without  distinction  of  party,  who  delight \nto  dwell  beneath  its  shadow,  and  to  gather  beneath  its  roof ;  —  I  speak \nfor  Faneuil  Hall,  Avhen  I  say  the  Union  of  these  States  must  not  be \ndissolved  !  \" \n\nIt  was  well  said  of  Winthrop's  speech  in  Congress,  May,  1850,  on \nthe  admission  of  California  into  the  Union,  that  it  is  an  olive-branch \nheld  up  in  the  strife,  and  not  a  torch  of  Alecto.  In  reply  to  the  objec- \ntion that  California  has  prohibited  slavery  in  her  constitution,  Mr. \nWinthrop  remarked :  \"While  some  of  us  will  go  still  further,  and, \nwithout  intending  any  offence  to  others,  will  thank  God  openly  that \nthis  infant  Hercules  of  the  west  has  strangled  the  serpents  in  the \ncradle, —  that  this  youthful  giant  of  the  Pacific  presents  himself  to  us \nself-dedicated  to  freedom,  and  stands  a  self-pledged  and  self-posted \nsentinel,  side  by  side  with  Oregon,  against  the  introduction  of \nslavery  by  sea  or  land,  into  any  part  of  that  trans- Alpine  territory  !  \" \nAnd,  in  the  peroration,  he  said,  \"I  have  the  strongest  belief  that  the \nvisions  and  phantoms  of  disunion  which  now  appall  us  will  soon  be \nremembered  only  like  the  clouds  of  some  April  morning,  or  like  '  the \ndissolving  views'  of  some  evening  spectacle.  I  have  the  fullest  con- \nviction that  tliis  glorious  republic  is  destined  to  outlast  all, —  all  at \neither  end  of  the  Union, —  who  may  be  plotting  against  its  peace,  or \npredicting  its  downfall.\" \n\nMr.  Winthrop  made  a  felicitous  allusion  to  the  railroad  enterprise \nof  Massachusetts,  at  the  Boston  railroad  jubilee  festival,  on  the  Com- \nmon, Sept.  19,  1851.  \"  Here  is  a  miniature  map,\"  said  he,  holding \nit  to  view,  \"exhibiting  our  little  commonwealth  as  it  really  is,  covered \nall  over  with  railroad  hnes.  They  tell  us  here  of  a  hundred  and  twenty \npassenger  trains,  contiiining  no  less  than  twelve  thousand  persons, \nshooting  into  our  city  on  a  single  ordinary  average  summer's  day,  with \na  regularity,  punctuality  and  precision,  which  makes  it  almost  as  safe \nto  set  our  watches  by  a  railroad  whistle,  as  by  the  Old  South  clock !  \" \n\n\"Mr.  Winthrop  has  this  great  advantage  as  a  speaker,\"  remarks \none.    \"  His  mind  is  eminently  methodical,  and  his  recollective  faculties \n\n\n648  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nare  strong  and  active,  and  in  constant  play  at  the  same  time  that  he  is \nin  the  full  sway  of  extempore  composition.  These  faculties  are  inval- \nuable to  a  public  speaker.  They  are  the  flying  columns,  the  mounted \nforces,  of  his  mental  battalions.  The  heavy  artillery  of  the  intellect \nmay  open  breaches,  and  even  break  the  line  of  the  enemy  ;  but  the \nlight  troops  are  essential  to  make  clean  work  with  the  partially  discom- \nfited foe.  The  methodical  character  of  Mr.  Winthrop's  mind  enables \nhim  to  avoid  all  confusion  or  transposition  in  the  treatment  of  his  topics \nof  debate.  He  neither  runs  before  nor  lags  behind  the  proper  currents \nof  his  speech.  He  not  only  says  just  what  he  desires  to  say,  but  he \nsays  it  just  where  and  when  he  intends  to  say  it.  Moreover,  he  says \nit  in  the  manner  designed.  His  thoughts  are  run  in  a  mould,  and  his \nexpressions  daguerreotype  them  to  the  hearer.  They  are  used  like \nthe  pieces  of  a  dissected  map;  and,  when  his  work  is  done,  you  see  that \nevery  piece  is  put  in  its  proper  place,  and  that  the  map  is  harmoniously \nand  accurately  complete.  It  is  thus  that  these  distinguishing  charac- \nteristics of  Mr.  Winthrop's  mind,  added  to  strong  powers  of  intellect, \ngreat  coolness  and  self-possession,  unusual  gifts  of  language,  a  chaste \nelocution.  suflScient  force  and  animation,  an  accomplished  and  dignified \nmanner,  render  him  a  pleasing,  an  effective  and  a  reliable  debater.\" \n\n\nFLETCHER  WEBSTER. \n\nJULY   4,  1846.     FOR  THE   CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\nOne  is  involuntarily  prompted,  on  looking  at  the  subject  of  this  arti- \ncle, to  revert  to  the  noble  father,  toward  whom  so  profound  is  the  pubhc \nveneration,  that,  Avhen  entering  a  church  in  New  York,  on  the  evening \nprevious  to  the  delivery  of  an  eloquent  speech  on  the  celebration  of  the \nbirth  of  Washington,  in  1852,  the  whole  congregation  rose  simultane- \nously on  their  feet,  and  remained  standing  for  a  few  minutes ;  and,  when \nthe  service  was  ended,  Mr.  Webster,  after  having  spoken  to  the  preacher, \nmade  his  departure,  amid  the  gaze,  and  earnest,  though  suppressed \ngreetings  of  the  people.  Who  can  repress  admiration  of  the  statesman \nthat  declares,  in  a  speech  at  the  banquet  of  the  city  authorities  of  New \nYork,  on  this  occasion,  \"  I  have  endeavored,  through  life,  to  cherish \none  idea, —  that  there  was  but  one  America  on  earth,  but  one  free \nAmerican  government  on  earth,  and  that  there  never  was  another  ;  and \n\n\nFLETCHER  WEBSTER,  649 \n\nif  we  should  ever  disregard  the  blessings  of  which  we  are  in  the  enjoy- \nment, we  shall  never,  as  long  as  the  sun  shines  in  the  heavens,  estab- \nlish another  of  equal  goodness.  There  belongs  to  the  people  of  this \ncountry  a  common  treasure. —  a  fount  from  which  every  man  may \ndrink, —  namely,  the  honor  and  glory  of  the  nation.\"  Honor  to  the \nstatesman  of  whom  Moses  Stuart  emphasized,  that  swords  would  leap, \nif  it  were  lawful  and  necessary,  from  hundreds  of  thousands  of  scab- \nbards, to  defend  him  from  an  unjust  political  assault.  In  this  connec- \ntion, we  take  pleasure  in  introducing  passages  from  the  speech  of  Rufus \nChoate,  at  Faneuil  Hall,  on  the  course  of  Daniel  Webster  in  relation \nto  the  great  compromise  of  the  north  and  the  south.  We  feel  confi- \ndence in  the  opinion  that  Faneuil  Hall  has  not  resounded  with  a  nobler \nburst  of  eloquence,  for  the  last  half-century,  than  is  this  tribute  to \nDaniel  Webster : \n\n\"  On  the  7th  of  March,  1850,  it  was  duty.  I  put  to  you,  and \nthrough  you  to  the  justice  and  heart  of  America, —  it  was  duty  only, \nduty  in  her  severest  form,  duty  summoning  him  to  her  highest  sacri- \nfice, —  duty,  not  the  love  of  glory, —  certainly  not  that  glory  which  is \nrun  after, —  if  any  glory,  the  austere  and  arduous  glory  of  civil  suffer- \ning, that  cheered  him  on.  And  how  has  he  been  tried,  and  how  has \nhe  been  judged?  In  that  temper  of  the  public  mind,  he  thought  he \nsaw  clearly  that,  unless  the  whole  constitution  was  executed,  there  was \nno  longer  a  nation  for  America;  and  that  opinion  is  his  crime!  He \ndeemed,  after  the  profoundest  considei'ation,  that  the  nation  was  in \nurgent  and  imminent  peril ;  and  that  opinion  has  been  his  crime  !  In \nthat  conviction,  he  devoted  himself,  as  the  first  duty  of  patriotism,  and \nmorality,  and  Christianity,  to  save,  and  perpetuate,  and  prolong,  that \nUnion ;  and  that  devotion  is  his  crime  !  In  that  conflict  of  great  duties, \nhe  chose  the  largest  to  be  performed  first ;  and  that  selection  is  his \ncrime  !  In  that  complication  of  evils,  he  chose  the  least,  rightly  deem- \ning that  the  more  passing  and  temporary  and  transient  ills  would  be \noverbalanced,  a  thousand-fold,  by  the  more  exceeding  and  eternal  good ; \nand  that  choice  is  his  crime !  In  that  time  of  insubordination,  and \nrestlessness,  and  revolt,  against  government  and  institution,  he  has \ngiven  his  great  faculties  to  inculcate  obedience  to  the  fundamental  law ; \nand  that  is  his  crime  !  He  has  deemed,  fellow-citizens,  that  the  Avhole \nduty  of  the  inhabitants  of  the  free  States,  in  this  great  extremity  of \nour  republic,  is  a  little  too  large  to  delegate,  to  be  all  summed  up  in \nthe  single  emotion  of  compassion  to  a  single  class  in  the  State,  or  to \n55 \n\n\n650  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ncarry  out  a  single  principle  of  abstract,  and  revolutionary,  and  violent, \nand  bloody  justice  to  that  class ;  and  that  opinion  is  his  crime  ! \n\n\"  He  has  held  fast  to  the  old  faith  of  Washington,  the  duty  of  patri- \notism, the  duty  of  loving,  -with  a  specific  and  unshared  love,  our  own \ncountry, —  of  keeping  her  honor  from  corruption, —  of  advancing  her \nwealth,  and  power,  and  consideration,  and  eminence, —  but  by  no  guilty \nreign  of  empire ;  the  duty  of  moulding  her,  as  far  as  may  be  consistent \nwith  the  preservation  of  her  organic  forms,  into  a  great  visible  whole, \nmoved  by  a  common  Avheel,  vivified  by  a  common  life,  identified  by  a \nsingle  soul.  He  has  held  the  old  faith,  that  the  duty  of  patriotism  is \nmoral  virtue ;  and  that  is  his  crime !  He  has  not  thought  that  a \nChristian,  and  philosophical,  and  moral  statesmanship,  consisted  entirely, \nor  even  found  its  most  adequate  illustration,  in  taking  a  single  idea,  and \nworking  that  idea  to  death ;  in  taking  a  single  moral  and  political  vir- \ntue out  of  its  connection,  and  exaggerating  it  out  of  its  nature  and \nour  own  ;  in  getting  up  a  wooden  shed  out  there  upon  the  Common,  in \nthe  night,  and  sending  up  another  glittering  abstraction,  like  another \nLamartine, —  a  worse  one, —  into  the  air ;  in  taking  the  Lord's  Prayer \nand  Declaration  of  Independence,  and  fraudulently  and  scandalously \nundertaking  to  deduce  from  them  the  dogma  of  instantaneous  and  uni- \nversal emancipation ;  of  prostrating  those  talents  made  for  the  universe, \nand  not  for  the  cheap  deraagoguism  of  standing  up  and  haranguing  to \na  shallow  and  approving  audience,  on  the  claims  of  nature  and  the \nrights  of  man.  > \n\n\"  '  Look  on  that  picture,  and  on  this.'  He  has  thought  that  states- \nmanship consisted,  or  Avas  best  exemplified,  in  our  time,  in  ascending \nto  a  large  and  grand  conception  ;  that  the  noblest,  most  difficult,  most \nacceptable,  work  to  the  eye  of  God,  was  the  building  of  a  nation,  and \nthe  keeping  of  a  nation ;  that  the  noblest,  most  difficult,  and  most \npleasing  to  God,  was  the  secular  work  of  building  this  nation,  and \nkeeping  this  nation  ;  and  that,  in  order  to  make  that  great  achievement, \nthere  was  demanded,  in  some  large  measure,  sobriety,  and  a  reach  of \nmind,  and  discipline,  and  practical  reason,  that  could  judge  what  things \nthe  commonwealth  can  bear,  and  what  it  cannot  bear ;  the  power  of \nreconciling,  and  blending,  and  tempering,  the  antagonism  of  the  thing, \nso  that  there  may  be  drawn  out  from  it,  at  last,  the  ultimate  harmony \nand  perfect  peace  and  unity  of  our  political  system  itself;  and  this  has \nbeen  his  crime  !  He  has  believed,  fellow-citizens, —  and  I  have  the \nhonor  to  concur  with  him,  my  master,  my  friend,  my  more  than  guide. \n\n\nFLETCHER  WEBSTER.  ^l \n\nand  philosopher,  and  friend, —  he  helioves  that,  this  day,  a  true  philan- \nthropy, enlightened  from  above,  finds  in  the  American  Avorld  no  nobler \nwork  for  its  hand  to  do, —  ay,  finds  no  more  splendid  visions  for  its \ndreams  to  contemplate, —  than  simply  and  solely  to  advance  the  best \ninterests  of  humanity  through  generations  countless,  by  that  grand \ninstrumentality  of  peace,  the  American  Union ;  to  advancing  the \ninterests  of  every  State,  and  every  section,  and  every  class,  the  n)aster \nand  the  slave  alike,  by  subjecting,  through  days  of  household  calm, \nthis  great  continent,  all  alive  and  astir  ^ith  the  cmulousncss  of  free \nrepublics, —  by  subjecting  it,  if  it  shall  be  the  pleasure  of  Providence, \nforever  to  the  sweet  and  gentle  influences  of  culture  and  Christianity, \nand  the  slow  and  sure  reformer,  Time ;  and  he  has  given  those  great \ntalents,  and  that  influence  unparalleled,  to  preserve  forever  this  great \nsecurity  of  peace  on  earth  and  good  will  to  men ;  and  this.  also,  is \nhis  crime  ! \n\n\"Yes,  fellow-citizens,  it  is  his  crime,  in  the  judgment  of  some  of  us \n—  in  whose  judgment  shall  I  say '?  Is  it  not  in  the  judgment  of  a  rev- \nolutionary and  shallow  ethics  of  agitation  1  Is  it  not  in  the  judgment \nof  a  morality  half-taught,  that  looks  out  of  a  loop-hole  upon  the  world, \nunexercised,  un instructed  from  above  or  below;  profoundly  ignorant  of \nthe  nature  of  that  great  complexity  of  state  ;  profoundly  ignorant  of \nit  as  an  agent  of  human  good ;  profoundly  ignorant  of  the  dangers \nthat  beset  it,  the  means  of  preserving  it,  and  the  maxims  and  arts \nimperial  of  its  glory  7  It  is  a  crime  in  the  judgment  of  such  morality \nas  that ;  but,  in  the  vocabulary  and  ethics  of  an  instructed  people,  so \nadequately  and  admirably  represented  before  me  to-night, —  in  the \nsober  second  thought  of  such  a  community  as  this, —  it  is  no  crime,  but \nvirtue  heroical ;  ay,  such  virtue  as  on  earth  is  entitled  to  the  grateful \nfeelings  and  rewarded  honors  of  men ;  and,  when  this  mortal  charge \nis  over,  entitled,  also,  may  I  not  say,  with  the  great  poet  of  Christian- \nity, to \n\n'  A  crown  of  gold \nAmong  the  enthroned  gods,  on  sainted  seats.' \n\n\"And  now,  fellow-citizens,  I  should  be  very  glad  to  know,  with  such \na  patriotism  as  that,  so  tried  and  so  tested,  what  American  State,  or \nsection,  or  interest,  or  drop  of  American  blood,  has  anything  to  fear \nfrom  that.  If  there  is  an  interest  in  this  broad  land,  from  one  ocean \nto  another,  large  enough  for  the  constitution  to  know  it, —  if  it  is  not  so \n\n\n652  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nminute  and  so  distant  that  the  flag  does  not  wave  over,  it, —  so  minute \nand  so  distant  that  the  eagle's  flight  cannot  attain  to  it, —  is  it  not  safe, \nand  more  than  safe,  in  that  comprehensive  nationahty  in  which  our \nwhole  American  system  is  embraced,  appreciated,  and  guarded  7 \n\n\"Fellow-citizens,  before  I  take  my  leave,  I  ask  to  say  one  word, \nand  one  only,  on  another  topic  altogether.  It  has  seemed  to  me, —  and \nI  am  the  more  inclined  to  ask  your  indulgence,  for  a  moment,  while  I \ndirect  your  attention  to  a  passage  in  the  admirable  letter  of  our  friend, \nMr.  Everett,  Avhose  absence  we  so  much  deplore,  and  whose  heart  we \nare  sure  is  with  us  always,  even  unto  the  end  of  this  great  struggle, — \nit  has  seemed  to  me,  that  there  is  something  in  the  quality  and  adjust- \nment of  Mr.  Webster's  prudential  and  intellectual  character  and  tem- \nperament, which  fit  him,  in  a  remarkable  degree,  for  conducting  the \nforeign  relations  of  this  country  with  Europe,  in  the  actual  aspects  of \nthe  European  world.  What  that  aspect  and  state  exactly  is, —  how \nwholly  unsettled, —  what  shadows,  clouds  and  darkness,  appear  to  rest \nupon  it, —  you  entirely  appreciate.  It  has  seemed  to  me  as  if  the  pre- \nrogatives of  crowns,  and  the  rights  of  men,  and  the  hoarded  up  resent- \nments and  revenges  of  a  thousand  years,  were  about  to  unsheath  the \nsword  for  a  conflict,  in  which  the  blood  shall  flow,  as  in  the  Apocalyptic \nvision,  to  the  bridles  of  the  horses  ;  and  in  which  a  whole  age  of  men \nshall  pass  away, —  in  which  the  great  bell  of  time  shall  sound  out \nanother  hour, —  in  which  society  itself  shall  be  tried  by  fire  and  steel, \n—  whether  it  is  of  nature,  and  of  nature's  God,  or  not !  \" \n\nFletcher  Webster  is  son  of  Hon.  Daniel  Webster,  and  born  at \nPortsmouth,  N.  H.,  July  23,  1813.  He  entered  the  Boston  Latin \nSchool  in  1824,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1833,  on  which \noccasion  he  engaged  in  a  conference  on  Common  Sense,  Genius  and \nLearning, —  their  characteristics,  value  and  success.  He  studied  law \nwith  his  father,  and  became  a  counsellor.  He  married  Caroline  Story, \na  daughter  of  Stephen  White,  Esq.,  of  Salem.  In  1843  Mr.  Webster \nwas  the  secretary  of  legation,  in  the  embassy  of  Hon.  Caleb  Gush- \ning to  China ;  and,  on  his  return,  delivered  lectures  on  the  condition \nof  that  empire.  In  1847  he  was  a  Boston  representative  to  the  State \nLegislature.  In  1850  he  was  appointed  surveyor  for  the  port  of \nBoston. \n\n\"The  American  character,\"  says  Mr.  Webster,  \"is  not  an  imita- \ntion, but  a  creation ;  no  copy,  but  an  original.  It  is  formed  by  circum- \nstances and  position  such  as  have  never  before  existed.     It  grows  up \n\n\nTHOMAS   GREAVES   GARY.  653 \n\nunder  institutions  which  our  fathers  framed  and  established  of  them- \nselves,—  new,  extraordinary,  wonderful,  and  like  no  others.  We  are \nhere  occupying  the  greater  part  of  a  vast  continent,  stretching  from \nsea  to  sea,  containing  within  ourselves  most  tilings  that  human  wants, \nor  arts,  or  taste,  can  desire ;  sufficient  to  ourselves  in  all  physical \nthings,  and  very  independent  of  all  other  people.  We  are  making  a \ngreat  experiment  of  self-government,  by  twenty  millions  of  people, \nscattered  over  so  vast  a  region  that  they  count  their  distances  by  thou- \nsands of  miles.  We  are  growing  —  expanding  —  forming.  No  one \ncan  tell  what  we  may  become.  We  are  no  more  to  be  compared  to \nEuropean  models,  than  one  of  our  great  mountain-pines  is  to  be  cut \nand  trimmed  like  the  boxwood  of  a  flower-garden.\"  Mr.  Webster  thus \nenlarges  on  some  of  the  uses  of  war :  \"  Where  had  been  the  sublimest \npoetry,  but  for  war  ?  Where  had  been  the  Royal  Psalmist,  had  not \nthe  Philistines  come  up  against  Israel?  Where  Homer  and  A'^irgil, \nhad  Troy  never  fallen  before  successful  arms?  Milton  himself  had \nbeen  silent;  had  he  not  sung  of  war  in  heaven, \n\n'  When  all  the  plain, \nCovered  with  thick-embattled  squadrons,  bright \nChariots,  and  flaming  arms,  and  fiery  steed, \nReflecting  blaze  on  blaze,  first  met  his  view.' \n\n'•It  is  true  that  war  has  tendencies  to  demoralization.  It  often  pro- \nduces violence,  and  recklessness,  and  disregard  of  justice.  But,  while \nthe  vices  produced  by  war  are  not  to  be  denied,  is  it  quite  clear,  men's \npassions  remaining  as  they  are,  that  the  vices  of  long-continued,  undis- \nturbed and  luxurious  peace,  are  not  equally  great  ?  Were  the  court  and \nthe  times  of  Alexander,  or  Peter  the  Great,  or  Napoleon,  more  vicious \nthan  those  of  Sardanapalus,  or  Katherine,  or  Charles  the  Tenth,  or  of \nother  princes  who  reigned  chiefly  in  peace?  \"' \n\n\nTHOMAS   GREAVES   GARY. \n\nJULY  4,  1847.     FOR  THE   CITY   AUTHORITIES. \n\nThis  performance  was  delivered  at  the  period  when  the  American \narmies  were  engaged  in  a  war  with  Mexico.     \"  The  rhetoric  of  Burke, \n55* \n\n\n654  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nwhen  he  spoke  of  jealous  attachment  to  freedom,\"  says  Mr.  Gary, \nwhere  there  are  slaves,  was  fortified  by  reference  to  history.  So  it \nwas,  he  said,  in  the  ancient  commonwealths.  It  would  be  wise  in \nus  to  consider  what  was  the  fate  of  those  commonwealths.  They  all \npassed  into  the  shade  of  despotism,  and  disappeared  in  barbarous  dark- \nness. Such  may  yet  be  our  own  fate.  We  have  despotism  to  guard \nagainst.  If  we  are  in  danger,  when  the  soldier  holds  himself  too  high, \nto  be  made  the  blind  instrument  of  rapacity  and  injustice,  still  more \nshould  we  be  in  danger  from  the  janizary, —  the  armed  automaton, — \ninsensible  to  every  motive  but  the  impulse  of  power  that  directs  it. — \nof  power  that  may  hereafter  move  it  to  turn  the  instrument  of  destruc- \ntion Avhich  it  holds  upon  ourselves.  If  there  be  danger  in  withholding \nthanks  to  an  army  for  doing  bravely,  admirably,  what  never  should \nhave  been  done  at  all,  there  is  yet  greater  danger  in  joining  in  shouts \nof  triumph  for  it,  merely  because  we  ai-e  prompted  by  fear  of  misrepre- \nsentation from  those  who  wear  about  their  necks  the  badge  of  their  own \nperfidy  to  the  cause  of  manly  independence,  and  who  would  deride  us, \nwithin  the  year,  for  pusillanimity  in  heeding  this  call,  if  a  change  of \nmeasures  among  their  leaders  should  render  it  expedient  to  take  oppo- \nsite ground. \n\n\"Human  nature  rejects  the  thought  that  freemen  shall  hesitate  to \ninquire  wliether  their  cause  be  just;  and  probably  most  of  the  people \nof  this  country  will  be  found  to  disregard  it,  if  the  prowess  of  our  sol- \ndiers, while  it  excites  our  surprise  and  admiration,  is  to  be  so  directed \nas  to  make  our  Union  a  scourge  rather  than  a  blessing  to  mankind. \n\n\"  The  discipline  of  our  regular  troops,  as  has  always  been  the  case \nin  our  navy,  reminds  us  of  what  was  said  of  Roman  soldiers :  '  Their \nexercises  in  peace  were  battles  without  bloodshed.  Their  battles  in \nwar  were  only  bloody  sports.'  But,  with  all  this  power  to  sustain \nright,  if  our  rulers  are  to  make  us  the  oppressor  of  the  weak,  must  we \njoin  in  thankful  gratulation  for  it?  If  so,  then  adieu  to  liberty! \nThere  is  no  slavery  more  oppressive  than  that  which  binds  the  thought \nand  the  tongue  of  him  Avho  supposes  himself  to  be  free. \n\n\"Let  any  one  read  again  the  descriptions  by  eye-witnesses  of  the \ndisorders  and  cruelties  that  took  place  at  Monterey  and  elsewhere, \neven  after  the  battles  were  fought, —  the  robbery,  murder,  and  brutal \nviolence  to  women,  in  open  day,  in  spite  of  efforts  by  officers  of  the \nregular  troops  to  prevent  it, —  under  the  vicious  system  of  volunteers \nelecting  their  own  officers,  who  have,  therefore,  popularity  as  well  as \n\n\nTHOMAS  GREAVES  GARY.  656 \n\ndiscipline  to  think  of.  Let  him  reflect  on  the  distracted  state  of  that \nwretched  country,  'or  think  of  the  brave  Mexicans  fighting  for  their \nnative  soil  at  Buena  Vista,  half  famished,  but,  as  was  said  by  our  own \nofficers,  '  fighting  with  the  energy  of  despair ; '  let  us  suppose  some  race, \nof  more  energy  and  greater  skill  in  war  than  ourselves,  to  have  invaded \nus,  and  such  scenes  to  have  been  enacted  at  Albany  or  Worcester  ;  or \nlet  us  suppose  the  city  of  Charleston  or  Savannah  to  have  been \nattacked,  and  the  women  and  children  to  have  been  subjected  to  the \nlaws  of  war,  as  at  Vera  Cruz, —  and  we  may  then  form  an  idea  of  the \nconsequences  of  this  war,  and  of  the  imperious  necessity  that  must  be \nshown  to  justify  its  commencement,  or  any  measure  resembling  ap- \nprobation of  it,  even  by  thanks  to  an  officer  whom  wc  admire  for  his \nmanner  of  conducting  it,  that  should  countenance  its  continuance  for \na  week.  That  our  armies  have  lately  added  vastly  to  our  reputation \nas  a  warlike  people,  prepared  for  contest  with  any  nation  that  exists,  is \nunquestionable.  But  we  were  in  no  pressing  want  of  such  reputation ; \nand,  if  we  had  been,  we  have  no  right  to  seek  it  at  such  cost  to  Imman- \nity.  As  Franklin  has  suggested,  if  a  spirit  not  yet  informed  of  the \nextent  of  the  universe,  on  seeing  this  earth  as  it  shines  mildly  from \nafar,  should  approach  it  in  the  hope  of  obtaining  some  new  view  of \nheaven,  and  light  upon  a  scene  of  warfare,  he  might  suppose  that  he \nhad  arrived  in  hell.\" \n\nThomas  Greaves  Cary  was  born  at  Chelsea,  Sept.  7,  1701 ;  gradu- \nated at  Harvard  College  in  1811 ;  engaged  in  the  study  of  law  with \nHon.  Judge  Thacher;  commenced  practice  in  1814;  and  in  1821 \nentered  on  mercantile  pursuits,  in  New  York,  and  subsequently  was  a \npartner  in  the  house  of  Thomas  H.  Perkins  &  Co.,  of  Boston,  the \nsenior  of  whom  projected  the  Quincy  Railroad,  completed  in  1827, \nwhich  was  the  first  enterprise  of  the  kind  in  the  United  States.  It \nwas  constructed  for  the  purpose  of  transporting  granite  from  the  quarry \nin  that  town  to  Neponset  River.  The  stone  for  the  Bunker  Hill  ^lon- \nument,  conveyed  from  this  quarry,  was  furnished  by  tlie  Granite \nRailway  Company,  of  which  Mr.  Perkins  was  the  president.  Vv\\' \nfind,  on  the  Boston  records,  this  curious  fact  in  tlie  history  of  temper- \nance, relating  to  the  father  of  Mr.  Perkins, —  that  James  Perkins, \nretailer,  was  licensed  by  the  selectmen,  August  13,  1767,  to  sell  wine \nonly,  at  his  house  in  King-street.'  Mr.  Cary  married  Mary,  a  daughter \nof  Hon.  Thomas  H.  Perkins ;  was  a  director  of  the  Hamilton  Bank ; \ncommander  of  the  Independent  Cadets,  in  1847 ;  and  senator  for  Suf- \nfolk county,  1852. \n\n\n656  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nCol.  Cary  is  a  gentleman  of  fine  literary  habits,  and  of  truly  estima- \nble character.  He  is  president  of  the  Boston  Athenaeum,  the  library \nof  -which  was  founded  on  that  of  the  Anthology  Literary  Club,  in \n1807.  It  will  advance  the  moral  glory  of  Boston,  should  our  men  of \nwealth  continue  to  establish  separate  endowments  for  the  literary,  sci- \nentific, historical,  medical,  legal,  and  theological  benefit  of  the  public. \nMay  a  Bromfield  come  forward  for  all  the  departments  !  We  hope  the \nperiod  is  not  remote,  when  the  facilities  of  access  to  this  library  will \nrise  to  the  standard  of  the  great  libraries  of  Europe. \n\nMr.  Cary  is  the  author  of  several  productions,  beside  the  eloquent \noration  at  the  head  of  this  article ;  among  which  we  find,  A  Letter  to  a \nLady  in  France,  on  National  and  State  Repudiation,  1844 ;  a  Letter \non  Profits  on  Manufactures  at  Lowell,  1845 ;  and  an  Address  on  the \nFine  Arts,  delivered  before  the  Mercantile  Library  Association,  in  1845. \nin  which  he  enlarges  on  the  practicability  of  cultivating  a  taste  for  the \nfine  arts  in  our  tumultuous  democracy,  and  relates  of  a  person  whose \nbusiness,  one  would  suppose,  lay  among  the  most  unpoetical  and  least \nnssthetic  pursuits  that  may  be  imagined.  If  any  form  of  life  is  unfa- \nvorable to  the  cultivation  of  a  taste  for  the  fine  arts,  most  people  would \nunhesitatingly  say  it  is  the  life  of  a  grocer.  And  yet  this  individual, \n—  Mr.  Luman  Reed, —  although  dying  in  the  prime  of  life,  left  a  col- \nlection of  paintings,  engravings,  shells,  and  other  objects  of  beauty  and \ninterest,  altogether  so  valuable,  that  it  was  proposed  to  make  them  the \ncommencement  of  a  public  gallery  in  New  York  ;  and  he  left  an  estab- \nlishment in  business  conducted  on  principles  so  secure,  that  it  has  been \na  school  of  industrious  success  to  younger  men,  who  owe  their  pros- \nperity mainly  to  him.  The  transparent  beauty  of  Col.  Cary's  per- \nformance, and  the  force  of  his  sentiments,  so  nicely  harmonize,  that  his \npen  should  flow  freely  to  the  public  mind. \n\n\nJOEL   GILES. \n\nJULY  4,  1848.    FOR  THE  CrTY  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  Constitutions  are  the  pohtical  brain  of  the  people,\"  says  our \norator.  \"  Each  of  our  thirty  States  has  one,  and  our  glorious  Union \nhas  another,  by  which  unceasing  action  is  maintained  upon  all  rightful \nsubjects  of  government. \n\n\nJOEL   GILES.  657 \n\n\"  Men  are  governed  by  three  principles, —  reason,  love  and  force ; \nand  without  these  there  is  no  government  worthy  of  the  name,  human \nor  divine.  The  constitution  of  the  United  States  is  the  organ  of  the \nsovereign  reason  of  the  people.  This  is  the  field  for  giant  minds  and \npatriot  hearts ;  and  its  hero  —  for  it  has  a  hero,  unrivalled  and  alone \nin  his  chosen  domain  —  is  the  people's  \"Webster.  And  do  you  ask  for \nthe  heroes  of  the  heart,  with  power  to  acquire  wealth,  learning  and \ninfluence,  and  a  will  to  use  them  all  for  the  people's  honor  and  the \npeople's  good?  Go  to  your  scientific  schools,  your  institutes,  and \nyour  libraries,  and  read  the  honored  names  of  their  founders.  Go \nto  the  missionary  rolls,  and  admire  the  number  and  the  devotion  of \nyour  Christian  martyrs.  Force,  too,  that  dire  necessity  of  fallen  man, \nand  of  nations,  has  its  heroes, —  a  small  and  charmed  band,  whose \nmartial  fame,  like  the  forked  lightning,  dazzles  the  eyes  of  the  people. \nMay  they  ever  be  few  in  number,  great  in  action,  and  worthy  to  tread \nin  the  footprints  of  Washington  ! \n\n•'Preserve,  then,  your  constitutions,  your  corporations,  your  societies, \nyour  towns,  your  cities,  your  free  schools,  and  your  churches.  They  are \norganisms  for  the  exercise,  discipline  and  efiicient  action,  of  practical  lib- \nerty. And,  especially,  preserve  your  militia.  It  is  the  legal  oiganiza- \ntion  of  force,  the  right  hand  of  all  government,  the  ultimate  protector  of \nall  the  fruits  of  liberty,  and  a  terror  only  to  evil  doers.  The  people  are. \nby  the  constitution  of  the  United  States,  armed  ;  and.  by  every  prin- \nciple of  liberty,  they  are  supreme.  Force  always  resides  in  the  masses. \nArmed,  but  unorganized,  it  is  a  sleeping  lion,  ready  to  spring  upon \nyou  at  any  moment  of  famine  or  of  passion.  Then,  train  it, —  train  it. \n—  and  it  shall  lie  down  with  the  lambs  in  the  green  pastures  of  peace \nand  tranquillity.  Even  parties  are  useful  organizations  of  practical \nliberty,  which  might  otherwise  fall  into  anarchy  in  the  exercise  of  its \nelective  functions.  And,  in  a  country  so  free  as  this,  no  administra- \ntion can  stand  without  the  support  of  a  dominant  party,  embracing,  for \nthe  time  being,  a  majority  of  the  people.  Be  not  frightened,  then,  at \nparties ;  but  prove  them  all,  by  the  test  of  practical  liberty,  and  hold \nfast  that  which  is  good.  We  cannot,  if  we  would,  avoid  the  responsi- \nbihty  of  affecting  the  welfare  of  milhons  of  our  fellow-men.  The  com- \nmands of  Heaven  are  upon  us  !  \" \n\nJoel  Giles  was  born  at  Townsend,  May  6,  1804  :  was  fitted  for  col- \nlege by  Rev.  David  Palmer ;  gi-aduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1829, \nwhen  he  engaged  in  a  disputation  witli  Chandler  Robbins,  on  the  ques- \n\n\n658  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\ntion,  whether  inequalities  of  genius  in  different  countries  be  owing  to \nmoral  causes.  He  was  a  student  of  Dane  Law  School ;  a  tutor  in \nHarvard  College,  from  1831  to  1834  ;  and  a  student,  also,  of  Benja- \nmin Rand,  in  Boston.  He  is  a  counsellor  of  Suffolk  bar ;  and  was  a \nrepresentative  from  Cambridge  and  Boston,  in  1840  and  in  1847.  He \nwas  a  member  of  the  State  Senate  in  1848.  Mr.  Giles  is  a  man  of \npenetrative  mind,  and  knows  how  to  fathom  a  disputed  question  of  pol- \nitics with  as  much  ease  as  a  profound  point  of  law. \n\nMayor  Quincy  said  of  Mr.  Giles'  oration,  at  the  public  dinner  in \nFaneuil  Hall,  \"  He  has  struck  the  harp  of  the  universe  with  the  hand \nof  a  master.\" \n\nNext  to  the  clergy,  the  legal  profession  —  which  numbers  four  hun- \ndred in  Boston  —  exercises  a  stronger  public  moral  control  than  any \nother  of  the  professions ;  and  their  personal  friendship  towards  each \nother  is  proverbial,  as  it  was  in  the  time  of  Shakspeare,  who  says  of \nlawyers,  that  they \n\n\"  Do  as  adversaries  in  law  strive  mightily. \nBut  eat  and  drink  as  friends.\" \n\nThe  patriotic  civilians  of  Suffolk  bar,  in  their  political  influence,  often \ncontrol  the  State.  It  is  said  that  Mr.  Giles  prepared  the  spirited \nresolves  of  the  Whig  State  Convention,  adopted  at  Worcester,  Oct.  3, \n1849,  and  they  exhibit  the  principles  of  Washington :  \"  The  Union, \n—  the  glorious  Union, —  the  object  of  our  fervent  love  !  Its  preser- \nvation transcends  in  importance  any  and  all  other  poHtical  questions ; \nand,  as  we  have  received  it  from  the  fathers,  so  will  we  perpetuate  it \nto  the  children,  entire  as  the  sun.\"  Inscribe  this  sentiment  on  our \nbanners,  and  cherish  it  in  our  hearts,  and  the  Union  is  never  dis- \nsevered. \n\n\nWILLIAM  WHITWELL   GREENOUGH. \n\nJULY  4,  1849.    FOR  THE  CECY  AUTHORITIES. \n\n\"  The  supporters  of  arbitrary  power  in  Europe  have  recently  urged \na  new  plea,\"  says  Mr.  Greenough.  \"  It  is  said  that  the  wars  of  1848 \nand  1849  are  merely  wars  of  language  and  of  race.  This  position \nexcludes  all  higher  questions  of  principle,  and  is  intended  to  prevent \n\n\nWILLIAM  WHITWELL  GREENOUGH.  659 \n\nsympathy  and  interference  on  the  part  of  free  countries.  This  is  the \nplea  of  Russia.  This  would  conceal  the  fact,  that  the  settlement  of \neach  national  question  now  at  issue  is  an  affair  of  much  consequence  to \nthe  whole  civihzed  world.  The  causes  of  the  great  conflict  now  in \nprogress  lie  far  beneath  language  or  race.  It  is  not  a  struggle  to \ndecide  which  of  two  parties  in  each  state  shall  be  uppermost.  Such \nmay  have  been  its  appearance  at  the  beginning ;  but  the  real  motive \npowers  are  now  visible.  The  free  people  of  England  and  of  France \nmay  well  watch,  with  interest  and  anxiety,  for  the  results  of  each  bat- \ntle-field. The  struggle  is  between  the  people  and  arbitrary  power.  A \nfew  years  will  decide  whether  the  western  barriers  of  despotism  shall \nbe  the  Rhine  or  the  North  Sea ;  or  whether  the  arm  of  freedom  shall \ndrive  back  the  myrmidons  of  tyranny  to  the  frozen  regions  of  the \nnorth, \n\n\"In  all  this  war  of  principles,  we,  too,  on  this  side  of  the  Atlantic, \nhave  a  direct  interest.  If  the  experiment  of  free  institutions  had  been \nunsuccessful  here,  it  would  have  deferred,  for  a  long  period,  the  striv- \nings after  liberty  which  have  already  found  practical  results  in  other \nquarters  of  the  world.  The  example  and  the  influence  of  the  United \nStates  have  quietly  produced  great  effects,  of  which  the  causes  were \nnot  clearly  perceptible.  For  the  failure  of  other  revolutions,  declaredly \nbased  upon  our  own  model,  we  are  in  no  degree  responsible.  The \npainter  of  a  glorious  picture,  whose  merits  are  admitted  by  the  world, \nis  never  held  accountable  for  the  bad  drawings  or  wretched  colorings  of \nany  imitator,  however  ambitious.  No  one  claims  that  our  institutions \nare  perfect.  It  is  sufficient,  for  all  useful  purposes,  that,  under  their \nprotecting  powers,  every  blessing  can  be  enjoyed  that  is  needful  for  the \nhappiness  of  man  in  this  lower  world.  As  every  successful  essay  is  a \ndirect  incitement  to  human  nature  to  go  and  do  likewise,  the  position \nof  this  country  is  especially  traceable  in  the  revolutions  of  Europe. \nEvery  new  constitution  borrows,  to  a  greater  or  less  extent,  from  our \nown,  according  to  the  tastes  of  legislators.  The  great  ideas  which,  in \na  good  sense,  constitute  this  the  conquering  repubhc,  transfuse  them- \nselves into  every  popular  movement.  That  no  government  may  exist \nwithout  the  consent  of  the  governed,  has  proved  a  fearful  principle, \nwhen  brought  into  collision  with  another  principle,  consecrated  by  the \ntacit  consent  of  a  thousand  years,  the  divine  right  of  kings,  the  doc- \ntrine of  absolute  sovereignty.  Who  can  doubt  which  of  the  two  will \nultimately  come  forth  superior  from  the  conflict  ?    The  strife  is  no \n\n\n660  THE    HUNDRED    BOSTON    ORATORS, \n\nlonger  equal.  It  is  a  struggle  between  a  human  fallacy  and  a  super- \nhuman truth.\"  This  production  is  very  suitably  entitled  The  Con- \nquering Republic. \n\nWilliam  Whitwell  Greenough,  son  of  William  Greenough,  a  merchant \nof  Boston,  was  bom  in  Boston,  June  25,  1818 ;  entered  the  Latin \nSchool  in  1828,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College  in  1837.  He  mar- \nried Catharine  Scollay,  a  daughter  of  Charles  P.  Curtis,  and  engaged \nin  mercantile  pursuits.  He  was  a  member  of  the  city  Council  from \n1847  to  1850,  during  which  period  he  was  a  member  of  the  water  com- \nmittee, and  its  chairman  in  the  last  year.  He  was  treasurer  of  the \nAmerican  Oriental  Society,  and  a  member  of  the  New  England  His- \ntorical and  Genealogical  Society.  Mr.  Greenough  has  ever  cherished \na  love  of  literary  and  scientific  pursuits.  In  the  intervals  of  leisure, \nhe  has  prepared  valuable  contributions  to  various  periodicals,  among \nwhich  was  one  on  the  Anglo-Saxons,  in  the  New  York  Review ;  another \non  the  Moeso.  Gothic,  in  the  Biblical  Repository :  and,  more  especially, \nseveral  articles  in  the  Journal  of  the  American  Oriental  Society,  an \ninstitution  to  which  he  is  peculiarly  devoted.  Mr.  Greenough  has \nresources  of  mind  abundantly  competent  to  the  preparation  of  a  liter- \nary production,  of  great  benefit  to  the  public,  on  the  Races  of  Man,  and \nwe  hope  he  will  be  closely  devoted  to  the  work  until  it  is  completed. \n\n\nLEVI  WOODBURY. \n\nJULY   25,   1849.     EULOGY  ON  PRESIDENT  POLK. \n\n\"  Indiscriminate  eulogy  is  without  value  or  point,\"  says  Judge \nWoodbury ;  \"  and  hence,  at  the  risk  of  being  thought  by  some  not  suf- \nficiently enthusiastic,  it  has  been  and  will  be  my  endeavor  '  naught  to \nextenuate,'  and  to  hold  the  mirror  up  faithfully  to  the  truth  and  nature \nof  the  leading  features  in  his  admirable  character  and  remarkable \nadministration.  I  do  not  consider  it  a  part  of  his  fame  that  he \nplanned  many  of  these  great  events.  He  did  not  enter  on  his  high \nstation  with  a  magazine  in  his  mind,  full  of  magnificent  and  imposing \nmeasures  to  be  attempted. \n\n\"Though  a  young  man,  comparatively,  and  from  the  enterprising \nwest;  his  character  was  rather  wary  than  rash ;  rather  to  follow  than  to \n\n\nLEVI  WOODBURY.  661 \n\ndevise ;  rather  to  meet,  rcsolutelj,  difficulties  and  dangers  when  thrust \non  him,  than  to  project  them,  or  to  indulge  in  novel  designs,  or  to \ncourt  deeds  of  danger  and  blood.  Not  like  the  hero  who  sleeps  near \nhim  at  the  Hermitage,  born  to  carry  conquests  among  hostile  savages, \nor  meet  on  our  shores  an  invading  foe,  and  drive  back  profaners  of  our \nsoil ;  but,  rather,  a  civilian,  formed  to  husband  carefully  and  defend \nwell  what  others  have  bravely  won.  Thus,  while  president,  he  found \nhimself  in  a  most  eventful  age ;  but  it  seemed  made  so  by  others,  more \nthan  himself  He  added,  to  be  sure,  something  to  the  great  deeds \nand  stirring  incidents  of  the  era ;  but  this  was  rather  forced  on  him \nthan  sought.  His  ambition 'was  more  for  the  calm  than  the  tempest; \nand  his  reputation  will  rest  chiefly  on  the  successful  manner  in  which \nhe  managed  the  vessel  of  state  in  the  various  perils  which  he  was \ncompelled  to  face. \n\n\"  Thus,  for  a  moment,  as  to  Oregon.  The  course  of  events  had  pro- \nduced a  crisis  almost  unavoidable.  Her  limits  and  exclusive  occupation \nwere,  therefore,  under  his  administration,  settled.  Though  long  before \nagitated, —  even  a  quarter  of  a  century, —  yet  a  regular  government \nby  the  United  States  was,  under  him,  first  flung  beyond  the  Rocky \nMountains,  and  their  laws  and  institutions  first  carried  formally  and \nfully  to  the  waves  of  the  Pacific.  Grant  that  all  was  not  obtained  by \nhis  arrangement  which  the  sanguine  hoped ;  grant,  as  was  the  convic- \ntion of  many,  that  our  rights  to  54°  40'  were  clear ;  gi-ant  tljat  it  was, \non  several  accounts,  desirable  to  stretch  our  limits  to  their  utmost \nverge, —  yet,  can  it  be  said  that  the  peace  of  the  country  with  a  great \nkindred  power,  and  the  exclusive  possession  and  settlement  and  growth \nof  twelve  or  thirteen  degrees  of  latitude,  and  under  the  reign  of  estab- \nlished laws  rather  than  the  rifle  or  the  tomahawk,  was  not  a  high \nnational  object,  desirable  to  be  accomphshed  speedily,  though  at  the \nexpense  of  some  territory  7  All  must  admit  that,  on  a  subject  most \nsensitive,  further  painful  collisions  were  thus  obviated,  doubts  and  dif- \nficulties of  many  years'  standing  closed,  and  the  prospect  of  future  war \nbetween  races  almost  fraternal  thrown  off,  and,  it  is  hoped,  for  ages. \nNext,  behold  the  annexation  of  Texas,  finished  under  his  auspices ! \nThough,  it  is  conceded,  far  from  having  originated  with  him,  yet  this \nmeasure  was,  during  his  administration,  carried  into  complete  effect  — \nconsolidated.  She  was  not  then  merely  preparing  to  come  into  the \nUnion, —  anxious  and  negotiating, —  but  was  actually  brought  in,  and \nher  representatives  mingled  with  ours  on  the  field  of  glory,  and  her \nlone  star  united  in  our  political  galaxy  forever. \n56 \n\n\n662  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS- \n\n\"The  importance  of  this  measure,  thus  perfected  under  Mr.  Polk's \nadministration,  can  only  be  appreciated  by  the  vindication  it  has  afforded \nto  the  right  of  self-government,  and  the  large  addition  it  has  made \nto  our  territory,  no  less  than  to  our  securities  in  future  diflBculties,  and \nthe  hostile  weapons,  both  in  peace  and  war,  it  has  wrenched  from  our \nopponents,  and  the  vast  markets  for  our  manufactures  it  has  opened, \nand  the  new  employments  presented  for  our  navigation.  Superadded \nto  all  this  has  been  the  acquisition  of  California  and  New  Mexico, \nlarger  in  territory  than  half  our  old  thirteen  States  combined.  This \nhas  been  more  exclusively  a  measure  of  his  administration.  There \nhave  been  added  by  it  to  our  public  domain,  and  to  the  Union,  lands \nbroad  enough  to  support  a  nation,  rich  enough  in  gold  for  half  a  world, \nharbors  capacious  enough  for  whole  navies,  and  almost  indispensable  for \nsafety  and  supplies  to  the  greatest  whaling  marine  of  the  globe.  The \nchief  regret,  mingled  with  this,  may  be  the  inability,  as  yet,  to  agree \non  any  but  a  military  government  over  this  great  acquisition ;  and  which \nmakes  a  strong  demand  on  our  liberality  and  exertions,  as  it  already \nhas  done  on  our  sympathies,  to  establish  the  law  of  the  Union  over \nwhat  has  been  purchased  by  means  of  the  money  and  blood  of  this  con- \nsecrated league  of  fraternal  States,  Such  remote  regions  are  likely \nsoon  to  become  alienated,  if  not  duly  protected  and  bound  to  us  by \nbenefits  and  improvements  such  as  are  necessary  to  their  growth  in \ncommerce  and  close  attachment  to  the  Union,  even  though  requiring \nan  isthmus  railroad,  or  one  spanning  half  the  continent  in  higher  lati- \ntudes, and  which  are  so  much  stronger  ties  than  any  of  mere  paper  or \nparchment.\" \n\nLevi  Woodbury,  son  of  Hon.  Peter  Woodbury,  was  born  at  Frances- \ntown,  N.  H.,  Nov.  2,  1789 ;  was  educated  in  New  Ipswich  Academy; \ngraduated  at  Dartmouth  College,  in  1809 ;  studied  law  with  Hon. \nSamuel  Dana,  of  Boston,  and  at  the  Law  School,  in  Litchfield,  Conn., \nand  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1812.  \"It  is  gratifying  to  see  men \noccasionally  call  to  mind  the  purity  and  simplicity  of  the  scenes  of \nearly  life,\"  said  Judge  Woodbury,  at  the  festival  of  the  sons  of  New \nHampshire;  \"and  it  is  creditable  to  them  to  turn  aside,  for  at  least  a \nfew  hours,  from  the  anxieties  and  bustle  of  business,  the  mere  mammon \nof  the  world,  and  think  over  and  talk  over  the  farm-house  and  fields \nof  childhood,  their  beloved  Argos,  the  village  school  and  village  church, \nthe  plough  and  scythe,  of  growing  youth  or  manhood,  and  the  mother \nsister  and  brother,  who  cheered  you  at  dewy  eve,  on  your  return  from \n\n\nLEVI  WOODBURY.  668 \n\ndaily  toil.     This  is  purifying.     Well,  too,  may  some  of  you  remember \nthe  gun  and  fishing-rod,  which,  while  furnishing  healthy  amusement, \nprepared  some  of  you,  by  the  mimic  war  of  the  chase,  to  help  to  con- \nquer so  nobly  at  Palo  Alto,  and  under  the  walls  of  Mexico.\"     Mr. \nWoodbury  was  elected  secretary  of  the  New  Hampshire  Senate,  in \n1816.     He  was  appointed  judge  of  the  Superior  Court  in  New  Hamp- \nshire when  only  twenty-seven  years  of  age ;    and  acquitted  himself \nwith    great   dignity,  wisdom,  and  fearless   intrepidity.     He   married \nElizabeth,  daughter  of  Hon.  Asa  Clapp,  of  Portland.  Me.,  June,  1819, \nwhen  he  settled  at  Portsmouth.     In  1823  Mr.  Woodbury  was  elected \nGovernor  of  New  Hampshire,  and,  at  the  expiration  of  the  term,  resumed \nthe  profession  of  law.     In  1825  he  was  elected  a  representative  to  the \nState  Legislature,  and  was  chosen  Speaker  of  the  House.     During  this \nsession  a  vacancy  had  occurred  in  the  Senate  of  the  United  States,  when \nMr.  Woodbury  was  elected  by  the  Legislature  to  that  station ;  where, \nby  his  oflBcial  reports  and  his  speeches,  he  displayed  great  talent.     He \nwas  chairman  of  the  committee  of  commerce,  during  four  sessions ;  and, \non  the  expiration  of  his  term,  he  declined  being  a  candidate  to  Con- \ngress.    In  the  next  month  he  was  elected  to  the  Senate  of  his  native \nState ;   and,  on  the  reorganization  of  the  cabinet,  in  the  succeeding \nmonth,  he  was  invited  by  President  Jackson  to  the  office  of  Secretary \nof  the  Navy,  when  he  resigned  his  seat  in  the  Senate.     After  the  rejec- \ntion of  Mr.  Taney  to  the  department  of  Secretary  of  the  Treasury,  Mr. \nWoodbury  was  transferred  to  that  sphere,  and  he  was  confirmed  in \n1834.     He  was  intensely  devoted  to  the  political  measures  of  Andrew \nJackson,  as  he  was  moreover  to  the  policy  of  his  successor,  Martin  Van \nBuren,  under  whose  auspices  he  served  to  the  close  of  his  administra- \ntion, when  he  was  again  elected  by  his  native  State  to  the  Senate  of  the \nUnited  States,   for  the  period  of   six  years,  from  March  4,   1841. \nHe  resigned  in  1845,  on  being  appointed  by  President  Polk  as  suc- \ncessor to  the  late  Justice  Story,  as  an  Associate  Justice  of  the  United \nStates  Supreme  Court.     He  died  Sept.  3, 1851.     The  opinion  may  be \nsafely  expressed,  that  no  member  of  the  cabinets  of  Jackson  and  Van \nBuren  had  a  stronger  influence  in  seconding  the  bold  measures  of  these \noriginators  of  great  experiments  than  the  shrewd  Levi  Woodbury. \nJudge   Woodbury   was  a  profound   civilian,  and   presided   over   the \njudiciary  with  general  wisdom  and   great  dignity.     He  delivered  a \ndiscourse  at  the  capitol  in  Washington,  before  the  American  Historical \nSociety,  in  1837,  of  which  he  was  a  member.     In  remarking  on  the \n\n\nd64  THE   HUNDRED   BOSTON    ORATORS. \n\nnecessity  of  a  fair  and  correct  history  of  our  own  government,  he \n\nobserved  that  it  should  be  a  prominent  duty  of  this  society  to  strip \n\nfrom  the  statue  of  truth  all  meretricious  and  false  disguises.     Let  it \n\nnot  be  said  of  us,  when  inquirers  for  facts,  as  Aristophanes  describes \n\nthe  Athenians : \n\n\"  No  matter  what  the  offence. \nBe 't  great  or  small. \nThe  cry  is  tyranny — conspiracy.\" \n\nBut  when  we  enter  the  sacred  temple  of  history,  let  us  put  off  the  par- \ntisan of  the  day,  whether  in  religion  or  politics,  as  well  as  discard  our \nfavorite  theories  of  philosophy  and  political  economy,  and  seek  faith- \niully  to  do  justice  to  the  most  calumniated.  We  should  hold  the  mirror \nup  to  facts  and  nature  alone,  and  invoke  every  just  and  honorable  feel- \ning, to  aid  us  in  judgment  on  the  long  array  of  the  past. \n\nJudge  Woodbury  possessed  great  intrepidity  of  character.  When \nthe  counsel  in  the  case  of  Sims,  the  fugitive  slave,  had  inveighed \nagainst  his  decision,  that  a  writ  of  habeas  corpus  should  not  be  allowed, \nas  being  contrary  to  the  laws  of  Massachusetts,  Judge  Woodbury \npromptly  replied,  ' '  Massachusetts  is  yet  a  part  of  the  Union,  thank \nGod !  lie  wished  the  gentleman  to  understand  that  the  laws  of  the \nUnited  States  were  the  laws  of  the  people  of  Massachusetts ;  and  that, \nnotwithstanding  the  action  or  passions  of  fanatics,  he  hoped  it  would  be \nlong  before  —  whatever  Massachusetts  was  —  she  ceased  to  be  a  State \nin  the  Union.  It  was  his  duty  to  see  the  laws  faithfully  executed ; \nand  he  would  see  them  executed,  or  perish  in  the  attempt.\" \n\n\nEDWIN   PERCY   WHIPPLE. \n\nJULY   4,  1850.     FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nWas  born  at  Gloucester,  March  8,  1819,  and  was  the  youngest  son \nof  Mathew  Whipple,  a  gentleman  of  strong  sense  and  fine  social  powers, \nwho  died  when  the  subject  of  this  article  was  in  infancy, —  in  whose \nancestry  we  trace  a  signer  of  the  Declaration  of  Independence.  His \nmother  was  Lydia  Gardiner,  of  Gardiner,  in  Maine, —  a  family  emi- \nnent for  mental  power.  His  grandfather  was  an  officer  of  the  American \nRevolution,  who  sacrificed  his  fortune  in  the  cause.     The  ready,  flash- \n\n\n.  ,    EDWIN   PERCY   WHIPPLE.  665 \n\ning,  pointed  wit,  afterwards  so  agreeably  developed  in  the  productions \nof  Edwin,  partially  owes  its  origin  to  the  influence  of  the  maternal  side \nof  the  family ;  and  was  divested  of  the  envenomed  sarcasm  so  peculiar \nto  the  Gardiner  family,  by  the  chastening,  mild  blandness  of  his  pater- \nnal kindred.  The  scion  of  a  stock  from  which  sprang  John  Gardiner, \nof  Boston,  the  eminent  barrister,  having  a  highly  cultivated  mind,  must \ninevitably  be  inspired  with  similar  rays  of  intellect.  Our  readers  may \nfind  an  account  of  him,  as  the  orator  for  July  4,  1785.  His  mother \nwas  devotedly  attached  to  her  children,  and  her  plastic  influence  largely \ncontributed  to  the  shaping  their  character.  The  family  removed  to \nSalem  when  Edwin  was  but  four  years  of  age,  where  he  was  educated \nat  the  public  schools,  more  especially  at  the  English  High  School,  under \nMaster  William  H.  Brooks,  where  he  was  distihguished  as  one  of  the \nripest  scholars,  and  pursued  his  studies  until  he  was  fifteen  years  of \nage,  during  which  period  he  acquired  a  fondness  for  history  and  polite \nliterature,  by  a  free  access  to  the  Salem  Athenaeum.  On  leaving \nschool,  he  became  a  clerk  in  the  Bank  of  General  Interest,  in  that  city. \nHe  commenced  his  first  literary  contributions  for  a  newspaper  in \nSalem,  when  he  was  but  fourteen  years  of  age,  which  he  pursued  for \nsome  years.  On  leaving  Salem,  he  was  employed  by  Dana,  Fenno \n&  Henshaw,  brokers,  on  State-street,  Boston ;  and,  shortly  after  the \nerection  of  the  Merchant's  Exchange,  in  that  street,  he  was  appointed \nto  the  superintendence  of  the  news-room,  and  previous  to  that  period \nhe  became  a  member  of  the  Mercantile  Library  Association,  and  was \nsoon  a  leader  in  debate  and  composition.  It  was  in  this  model  institu- \ntion that  young  Whipple  contracted  a  personal  friendship  for  Fields, \nan' honored  native  poet  of  the  Granite  State,  who  made  the  following \nhappy  allusion  to  its  members,  and  his  hterary  companion,  in  an  anni- \nversary poem  for  the  Association,  previous  to  entering  the  fields  of \nmatrimony : \n\n\"  What  though  grave  fathers  still  my  friends  I  meet, \nWhose  nursery  floors  are  worn  with  little  feet  ; \nWhat  though,  companion  of  my  former  years, \nThy  face  at  market  every  morn  appears, \nWhile  I,  still  ignorant  as  the  greenest  baize. \nWhat  goods  domestic  go  the  greatest  ways, \nGrope  blindly  homeward  to  my  noontide  meal, \nUnknowing  what  my  damask  may  reveal  ;  — \nHeart  leaps  to  heart,  and  warmer  grasps  the  hand. \nWhen  autumn's  bugle  reunites  our  band  !  \" \n\n56* \n\n\n666  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON  ORATORS. \n\nIncidental  to  the  Mercantile  Library,  there  was  a  club  known  a^ \n\"The  Attic  Nights,\"  which  had  its  meetings  every  Saturday  night,  in \nan  attic  room  in  an  antique  looking  edifice,  built  of  unhewn  granite, \nand  known  as  \"  Tudor 's  Building,\"  occupied  by  one  of  them.  The \nnumber  of  its  members  was  at  no  time  to  exceed  six.  Each  member \nhad  a  club  name,  and  was  obliged  to  take  his  turn  at  the  chair,  and  no \n\"presidential  term\"  lasted  longer  than  a  single  night.  The  \"Attic \nNights\"  were  conducted  mostly  after  the  manner  of  the  Noctes \nAmbrosiana,  or  Ambrosial  Nights,  of  old  Christopher  North,  as  pub- \nlished in  Blackwood's  Magazine.  The  conversations  at  the  club  were \ndevoted  to  literary  subjects ;  and  it  was  the  understanding  that  no  mem- \nber should  attend,  uninformed  of  the  present  state  of  literature,  or \nunprepared  to  sustain  opinions  on  literary  subjects.  Each  member \nwas  to  take  his  turn  as  the  scribe  of  the  meeting,  as  was  Professor \nWilson  of  the  club  in  Edinburgh,  in  order  to  read  a  report  of  the  con- \nversation at  the  next  meeting.  Here  Whipple  was  in  his  element.  It \nwas  profitable  to  hear  his  opinions  and  illustrations  of  Goethe  and  Schil- \nler, Johnson  and  Parr,  Gifibrd  and  Jeffrey,  Wordsworth  and  Byron, \nand  other  poets,  essayists,  and  historians.  The  works  of  all  the  dram- \natists, from  Kit  Marlowe  and  rare  Ben  Jonson  down  to  the  days  of \nSheridan,  were  perfectly  familiar  to  him.  It  was  in  this  club  that  he \nbecame  inspired  with  the  thirst  for  essay- writing,  and  his  naturally  intu- \nitive wit,  good  humor  and  kindness  of  heart,  rendered  him  a  delightful \ncompanion ;  but  he  is  extremely  modest,  and  rather  cautious  in  the \npresence  of  professed  scholars.  He  was  first  more  especially  intro- \nduced to  public  notice  by  the  delivery  of  a  poem  before  the  Mercantile, \nSept.  29,  1840,  which  was  full  of  playful  humor,  cutting  up  and  using \nup,  amid  satirical  hits,  with  the  skill  of  a  master  hand,  the  numerous \nfanciful  theories  and  abstractions  that  are  emptying  the  pockets  and \nturning  the  brains  of  the  multitude, — delighting  his  auditors,  and  draw- \ning forth  continued  peals  of  rapturous  applause. \n\nEarly  in  1843  Mr.  Whipple  was  introduced  to  a  more  substantial \nattention,  by  an  article  of  his  production,  inserted  in  the  Boston  Mis- \ncellany, in  which  he  accurately  analyzed  the  powers  of  Macaulay,  the \nessayist  and  historian,  who  was  so  much  gratified  by  its  nature  that  he \naddressed  to  Mr.  Whipple  a  letter  expressive  of  high  regard.  In  Octo- \nber of  the  same  year,  he  excited  great  public  interest  by  his  lecture,  in \npresence  of  the  same  institution,  on  the  Lives  of  Authors,  when  a  jour- \nnalist said  of  itj  that  it  was  the  production  of  a  merchant's  clerk,  pos- \n\n\nEDWIN  PERCY   WHIPPLE.  667 \n\nsessing  only  a  public  school  instruction,  but  with  a  mind  capable  of \ngreat  things,  when  brought  to  bear  upon  the  world  of  letters.     For \nseveral  years  since,  he  has  been  a  contributor  to  the  North  American \nReview,   Christian  Examiner,  and  other  periodicals,  most  of  wliich \nappear  in  his  volumes  of  Lectures  and  Essays.     He  has  delivered  lec- \ntures of  striking  merit  for  the  hterary  societies  of  Brown,  Dartmouth. \nand  Amherst.     When  his  admirable  volume  of  lectures  was  published, \nso  ardent  was  the  attachment  of  the  Mercantile  Association  to  this  most \ntalented  member  of  their  body,  that  nearly  the  whole  edition  was  spon- \ntaneously purchased  by  themselves,  without  any  preconcerted  action. \nTo  relate  an  agreeable  instance  :    On  the  day  of  its  publication,  nine \nof  the  members,  at  one  and  the  same  time,  not  stating  their  object \nto  each  other,  procured  at  Ticknor's  several  sets  each.     The  public \nbeing  thus  supplanted,  a  new  edition  was  forthwith  issued.     It  is  ster- \neotyped, and  classed  among  standard  American  authors.     He  has  sin- \ngular ability  in  tracing  out  and  expressing  those  hidden  connections  of \nthings,  and  those  slight,  ethereal  and  fugitive  notions,  which  float  as \nmere  glimpses  or  visions  in  most  men's  minds.     His  keen,  delicate, \nagile,  genial,  jubilant  mind,  plays  around  and  through  his  subject, \nthreading  its  way  along  every  vein  of  gold,  like  electricity.     It  is  a \npeculiar  merit  of  his  lectures,  that  they  are  nearly  all  upon  subjects \nwhich,  though  of  great  importance,  are  so  evanescent  in  their  nature \nthat  they  are  generally  advanced  by  writers  in  the  most  indiflerent  man- \nner.    The  remark  of  Whipple  regarding  Richard  H,  Dana  the  elder,  in \na*eview  of  his  works  in  the  Examiner,  may,  with  peculiar  emphasis,  be \napplied  to  himself,  that  they  carry  with  them  the  evidence  of  being  the \nproducts  of  his  own  thinking  and  living,  and  are  full  of  those  magical \nsigns  which  indicate  patient  meditation,  and  a  nature  rooted  in  the \nrealities  of  things.     We  advise  Mr.  Whipple  ever  to  write  in  a  smooth \ntransparency  of  style,  divested  of  the  affected  quaintness  of  either  Car- \nlyle  or  Emerson,  imitating  no  author. \n\n\"  If  any  visiter  go  to  Boston,  and  will  take  the  trouble  to  go  into  the \nExchange  News-room,\"  says  Giles,  the  famous  essayist,  '-'let  him  look \ninto  a  small  office,  on  the  left  hand,  as  he  enters,  and  he  will  observe \na  head  scarcely  appearing  above  the  door,  bent  down  in  study  or  com- \nposition. That  head  belongs  to  Edwin  Percy  Whipple, —  a  head  that \nhas  not  many  equals  in  the  city  where  it  thinks,  or  many  superiors \nin  the  nation.  Even  physically  it  is  of  imposing  magnitude. —  of  a \nmassive  force  and  breadth  of  brow,  which  might  rest  on  the  shoulders \n\n\n668  THE  HUNDRED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nof  a  Leibnitz,  or  a  Luther.  Large  and  of  deep  expansion  is  the  capa- \npaciou3  dome  over  a  capacious  heart ;  and  filled  as  it  is  with  speculations \nof  noble  thought,  with  visions  and  colorings  of  beauty,  it  is  enriched \nand  warmed  with  most  manly  and  generous  affections.  A  rare  man  is \nMr.  Whipple,  in  a  rare  position.  There  he  sits  in  that  oflBce,  sur- \nrounded by  all  the  hard,  worldly  passions  that  journalism  can  put \ninto  type,  or  that  traffic  can  put  into  man,  musing  on  high  themes,  and \ndeciding  great  questions,  in  the  regions  of  pure  thought,  or  in  the \nrealms  of  many-hued  imagination ;  calling  spirits  from  the  vasty  deep \nof  intellect  or  fancy ;  settling  what  place  they  are  to  hold  in  the  uni- \nverse, and  how  they  will  stand  related  to  duration,  to  immortality,  or \nto  oblivion.  But,  withal,  there  is  no  dreaminess  in  our  muser,  and  no \naffectation  of  absence  or  abstraction.  Ever  alive  to  friendship,  to  cour- \ntesy, to  duty,  he  can  lay  aside  his  ideas  as  he  does  his  pen,  to  welcome \na  brother,  to  discuss  politics,  or  to  talk  about  the  weather.  Consider- \ning that  his  brain  may  have  been  kindled  up  with  the  splendid  concep- \ntions of  Shelley,  with  a  light  almost  as  splendid  as  Shelley's  own ;  or \nthat  his  heart  may  have  been  panting  with  feelings  aroused  by  the \nintense  pages  of  Byron,  we  cannot  easily  conceive  of  more  thorough \nself-command,  more  complete  mastery  of  manner  and  of  mind.  Look- \ning at  Mr.  Whipple  thus,  in  the  midst  of  newspapers  and  merchants, \nand  understanding  in  what  things  his  faculties  are  generally  engaged, \nwe  have  no  idea  of  a  more  remarkable  union  of  the  ideal  and  the \nactual.\" \n\nWhile  the  cognomen  of  Young  England  has  been  conceded  to  a  mere \nclique  of  literati  in  the  great  metropolis,  yet,  in  a  broader  and  more \ngenerous  view,  we  readily  recognize  the  embodiment  of  Young  Boston \nin  the  more  than  a  thousand  warm  hearts  of  the  Mercantile  Library \nAssociation, —  an  institution  which,  with  its  weekly  literary  exercises, \nits  lectures,  its  extensive  Ubrary,  and  its  cabinet  of  curiosities,  lays  a \nfirm  hold  on  commercial  and  intellectual  progress,  and  is  the  glory  of \nour  city.  Young  Boston  is  a  nursery  of  genius  and  rare  common \nsense,  rivalled  only  by  our  schools  of  learning ;  and  we  hope  to  see  the \nday  when  our  princely  citizens  will  endow  it  with  an  hundred  thousand \ndollars,  the  income  of  which  would  greatly  advance  its  noble  objects. \nWe  admire  its  programme,  with  its  executive,  directors,  trustees,  com- \nmittee on  lectures  and  librarians,  backed  up  by  committees  on  expendi- \ntures, the  library,  purchase  of  books,  newspapers  and  pamphlets,  on \ncoins  and  curiosities,  literary  exercises,  such  as  declamation,  debate, \nand  composition. \n\n\nEDWIN   PERCY   WHIPPLE.  669 \n\nWe  will  further  digress,  to  introduce  an  effective  allusion  of  Daniel \nNoyes  Haskell,  Avhose  untiring  efforts  for  this  institution  have  mainly \nestablished  its  permanent  basis.  In  his  address  for  the  association,  at \nthe  dedication  of  their  new  rooms,  Jan.  3,  1848,  Mr.  Haskell  remarks \nof  the  weekly  literary  exercises  :  \"  I  am  compelled  to  admit  that  we \ncould  better  afford  to  stop  our  public  lectures,  to  sink  our  fund. —  yes, \neven  to  vacate  these  new  and  beautiful  rooms,  and  to  ask  the  Legisla- \nture to  take  back  their  parchment  charter,  with  its  honored  autographs, \n—  than  to  give  up  these  frequent  gatherings,  where  mind  meets  mind, \ntruth  and  error  grapple,  whore  character  is  developed,  and  talents  find \nthe  standard  of  their  influence.\" \n\nSuccess  to  Young  Boston,  which,  having  fashioned  and  given  consist- \nence to  the  mind  of  our  young  American  Macaulay,  were  honored \nenough,  without  re^rard  to  the  resistless  influence  most  manifestlv \ndeveloping  talent  and  mental  vigor,  by  its  order  of  operation  !  Success \nto  Young  Boston  !  May  you  ever  be  ambitious  for  eminent  elevation  to \nthe  post  of  honor  in  any  useful  pursuit  of  life,  as  have  your  Whipple \nand  Fields,  who,  though  never  having  roved  in  the  groves  of  Harvard, \nare  honorary  members  of  its  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society ;  and  may  those \nof  you  who  aspire  to  the  post  of  honor  in  commercial  life  be  coun- \nselled by  the  admired  Fields,  who  says,  in  answer  to  the  inquiry. \n\n\"  Does  our  pathway  e'er  conduct  to  fame  ? \nThe  merchant's  honor  is  his  spotless  name  ; \nNot  circumscribed,  just  narrowed  to  the  rank \nThat  passes  current  only  at  the  bank,  — \nBut,  stamped  with  soul,  howe'er  the  winds  may  blow, \nLarge  as  the  sunlight,  and  unstained  as  snow; \nDo  good  by  stealth,  be  just,  have  faith  in  man  ; \nThe  rest  to  heaven,  God  always  in  the  van  ;  — \nThough  silent\"  deeds  may  find  no  tongue  to  bless \nThrough  the  loud  trumpet  of  the  public  press. \nTime-honored  city  !  be  it  ours  to  stand \nFor  thy  broad  portals,  armed  with  traffic's  wand  ; \nTo  keep  undimmed  and  dear  thy  deathless  name, \nThat  beams  unclouded  on  the  rolls  of  fame  ; \nAnd  foster  honor  till  the  world  shall  say. \nTrade  hath  no  worthier  home  than  yon  bright  bay.\" \n\nWith  the  ready  hand  of  an  analyst,  Mr.  Whipple,  in  his  effective \noration  at  the  head  of  this  article,  boldly  exhibits  the  striking  contrast \nin  the  characters  of  George  the  Third  and  George  Washington.  The \nthree  royal  Georges  of  Old  England,  by  an  intolerant  oppression  of  their \n\n\n670  THE  HUNt)RED  BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nNew  England  descendants,  unconsciously  originated  the  Revolution, \nwhich,  through  the  wisdom  and  sagacity  of  our  Washington,  established \nan  independent  republic,  and  inspired  with  the  spirit  of  civil  liberty \nevery  nation  on  the  face  of  the  whole  earth. \n\n\nCHARLES  THEODORE   RUSSELL. \n\nJULY  4,  1851.    FOR  THE  CITY  AUTHORITIES. \n\nCharles  Theodore  Russell  was  born  at  Princeton,  Mass.,  Nov. \n20, 1815  ;  fitted  for  college  in  part  at  an  academy,  and  in  part  with  the \nclergyman  of  his  native  town.  He  entered  Harvard  College  in  the \nautumn  of  1833,  and  graduated  in  1837,  on  which  occasion  he  gave \nthe  salutatory  oration  in  Latin ;  and,  in  1840,  he  delivered  the  val- \nedictory address,  when  he  took  the  degree  of  Master  of  Arts.  Mr. \nRussell  studied  law  for  a  period  in  Boston,  and  at  the  Cambridge  Law \nSchool,  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar  of  Suffolk  in  September,  1839 : \nand,  in  the  succeeding  month,  commenced  the  practice  of  law  in  Bos- \nton. He  married,  on  June  1,  1840,  Miss  Sarah  E.,  daughter  of \nJoseph  Ballister,  of  Dorchester.  In  1843  Mr.  Russell  was  elected  to \nthe  House  of  Representatives,  of  which  he  was  two  years  a  member, \nwhen  he  declined  a  reelection.  In  1849  he  was  again  elected  to  the \nHouse,  and  in  the  year  succeeding  he  was  elected  to  the  State  Senate, \nof  which  he  is  now  a  member.  Mr.  Russell  is  the  author  of  the  His- \ntory of  Princeton,  from  its  first  settlement :  a  valuable  production, \nwhich  was  published  in  the  year  1838. \n\nMr.  Russell,  in  the  peroration  to  the  patriotic  performance  at  the \nhead  of  this  article,  remarks:  \"We  hear  much,  in  these  days,  of  'a \nhigher  law.'  I  recognize  its  existence,  and  reverently  bow  before \nits  manifestations.  I  present  our  Union  as  a  striking  monument  of \nits  moulding  and  guiding  Omnipotence.  I  have  desired  to  enhance \nthe  value  of  the  magnificent  structure,  by  exhibiting  it  in  the  hand \nof  the  Divine  Builder.  I  have  endeavored  to  show  that  this  '  higher \nlaw,'  by  a  series  of  concurring  events,  reaching  back  through  cen- \nturies, has  elaborated  and  evolved  this  successful  experiment  of \nhuman  liberty.  Thus  originated,  I  claim  for  it  the  hohest  sanctions \nof  this  law.  I  demand  for  it  the  support  of  its  solemn  obligations. \nThe  union  of  these  States  has  been  accomphshed  by  the  contribu- \n\n\nCHARLES  THEODORE  RUSSELL.  671 \n\ntions  of  nations  and  centuries,  for  no  transient  or  insignificant  pur- \npose. In  its  sublime  and  ultimate  end,  it  has  a  mission  to  humanity. \nIn  the  language  of  Washington,  '  the  preservation  of  the  sacred  fire \nof  liberty,  and  the  destiny  of  the  republican  model  of  government, \nare  justly  considered  as  deeply,  perhaps  as  finally,  staked  on  the \nexperiment  intrusted  to  the  hands  of  the  American  people.'  Thus, \nas  Madison  has  truly  said,  are  we  '  responsible  for  the  greatest  trust \never  confided  to  a  political  society.'  Ours  is  not  the  duty  of  forming, \nbut  preserving.  The  fathers  were  faithful  to  every  exigency  by  which \nGod  created  it.  We  are  responsible  for  a  like  faithfulness  to  every \nexigency  by  which  he  would  preserve  and  perpetuate  it.  To  such \nfidelity  the  past  urges,  the  future  calls,  and  the  highest  law  commands \nus.  Evils  and  defects  within  our  Union  we  may  well  and  earnestly \nseek  to  remove,  by  the  development  and  operation  of  the  principles \nupon  which  it  rests.  But,  whosoever  lays  his  hand  upon  the  fabric \nitself,  or  seeks,  by  whatever  means,  or  under  whatever  pretence,  or \nfrom  whatever  source,  to  undermine  its  foundations,  is  treacherous  to \nhumanity,  false  to  liberty,  and,  more  than  all,  culpable  to  God. \n\n\"  This  is  the  inference  of  duty.  To  its  performance  hope,  by  its \nsmile,  encourages  us.  All  efibrts  for  the  dissolution  of  our  Union  will \nbe  as  disastrously  unsuccessful  as  they  are  singularly  criminal.  Never, \nin  its  existence,  has  it  been  more  earnestly  and  truly  performing  its \nappropriate  work  than  now.  A  people  in  the  aggregate  happy  and \nblessed  as  the  sun  shines  upon  repose  in  its  protection.  Every  rolling \ntide  brings  to  its  shores  multitudes  seeking  its  shelter.  Each  receding \nwave  carries  back  to  the  people  they  have  left  its  hberalizing  influ- \nence. Rising  midway  of  the  continent,  and  reaching  to  either  ocean, \nit  throws  over  both  its  radiant  and  cheering  light.  Intently  the  strug- \ngling nations  contemplate  its  no  longer  doubtful  experiment.  Moral \nand  religious  truth  are  penetrating  every  part  of  its  vast  domain,  and \nplanting,  in  the  very  footsteps  of  the  first  settlers,  the  church,  the \nschool,  and  the  college.  Its  Christian  missionaries  have  girdled  the \nglobe  with  their  stations ;  and,  in  all  of  them,  heroic  men  and  women, \nunder  its  protection,  with  the  religion  of  Jesus,  are  silently  diffusing \nthe  principles  of  American  liberty.  Already  a  nation  in  the  far  oflF \nislands  of  the  Pacific  has  been  redeemed  by  them  from  barbarism, \nassumed  its  place  among  the  powers  of  the  earth,  and  the  very  last  mails \ntell  us  is  at  this  moment  seeking  admission  to  our  republic. \n\n'•'  Thus  meeting  its  grand  purposes,  it  will  not  fall.     Man  alone  has \n\n\n672  THE  HUNDRED   BOSTON   ORATORS. \n\nnot  reared  it,  the  tabernacle  of  freedom  ;  and  man  alone  cannot  pros- \ntrate it,  or  gently  beam  by  beam  take  it  down.  Heaven  directed  in  its \nformation  and  growth;  while  true  to  its  origin,  it  will  be  heaven- \nprotected  in  its  progress  and  maturity.  The  stars  of  God  will  shine \ndown  kindly  upon  it,  and  angels,  on  the  beats  of  their  silvery  wings, \nwill  linger  and  hover  above  it.  To-day  it  is  as  firmly  seated  as  ever \nin  the  affections  of  its  citizens.  Guarded  by  its  hardly  seen  power, \nreposing  in  its  prosperity,  not  stopping  to  contemplate  the  character  of \nits  origin,  or  to  reahze  its  transcendent  purpose,  men,  for  a  moment, \nmay  cast  its  value,  speculate  on  its  duration,  and  even  threaten  its  dis- \nsolution. In  the  administration  of  its  affairs,  conflicts  of  opinion  will \nexist,  sectional  interests  will  become  excited,  and  sometimes  hostile. \nThe  views  of  ardent  men  will  be  maintained  with  the  ardor  in  which \nthey  are  held.  A  clear  and  fair  field  of  combat  will  be  left  to  error \nand  truth.  The  largest  freedom  of  discussion  will  be  scrupulously \npreserved.  In  the  consequent  excitement,  there  may  sometimes  seem \nto  be  danger  to  the  Union  itself  But,  in  the  hour  of  peril,  experience \nshows,  and  ever  will  show,  that  a  whole  people  will  rally  to  its  support, \nand  sink  its  foes  beneath  a  weight  of  odium  a  life-time  cannot  alleviate. \nThe  rain  may  descend,  the  floods  come,  and  the  winds  blow  and  beat \nupon  it, —  it  will  not  fall,  for  it  is  founded  upon  a  rock.  It  rests  upon \nguarantees  stronger  even  than  laws  and  compromises.  For  it  our \ninterests  combine  in  overwhelming  potency ;  around  it  cluster  the  most \nglorious  associations  of  our  history ;  in  it  the  hopes  of  humanity  are \ninvolved ;  to  it  our  hearts  cling  with  undying  love ;  for  it  religion,  lib- \nerty and  conscience,  plead  ;  and,  beyond  all,  upon  it,  in  its  riper  years \nas  in  its  infancy,  the  protection  of  God  rests,  a  sheltering  cloud  for  its \nfiercer  day,  a  pillar  of  fire  in  its  darker  night.\" \n\n\n\"One  great  clime, \nWhose  vigorous  offspring  by  dividing  ocean \nAre  kept  apart,  and  nursed  in  the  devotion \nOf  Freedom,  which  their  fathers  fought  for,  and \nBequeathed,  a  heritage  of  heart  and  hand, \nAnd  proud  distinction  from  each  other  land, \nWhose  sons  must  bow  them,  at  a  monarch's  motion, \nAs  if  his  senseless  sceptre  were  a  wand \nFull  of  the  magic  of  exploded  science,  — \nStill  one  great  clime,  in  full  and  free  defiance, \nYet  rears  her  crest,  unconquered  and  sublime, \nAbove  the  far  Atlantic. \"  Btkon. \n\n\nTHE   PATROL   AND   CONDUCT \n\nOF  THE  BRITISH  SOLDIERS  IN  BOSTON,  1775-6. \n\n\nAs  the  Order  of  the  Patrol  of  the  British  Troops  in  Boston  affords  a  conception \nof  the  condition  of  a  besieged  city  when  garrisoned  by  a  standing  army,  we  here \npresent  it,  and  quote  the  whole  record  as  it  stands  in  Waller's  Orderly  Book,  1775, \n30th  Dec. \n\nHead-quarters,  Boston.     Parole,  Guilford ;  C.Sign,  Kingston.     Gen'l  officer  for \n\nto-morrow,  Grant.     Field  officer  for  lines,  Major  Sill.     Day,  Major  Mitchell. \nMajor  Brigade,  Brown. \nAdj't  Qr.  Mr.  and  Surgeon  10th  Regiment. \n\nThe  Districts  are  as  follows,  appointed  to  each  Corps.  The  commanding  officer \nwill  accordingly  inspect  them,  taking  care  to  prevent  all  irregularities,  put  a  stop \nto  Dram  Shops,  and  to  make  a  return  of  all  persons'  names  that  have  licenses  to \nsell  spirituous  liquors,  mentioning  by  whom  signed.  The  officei-s  of  the  Pitjuet \nwill  leave  directions  from  their  respective  commanding  officers,  for  visiting  and \npatrolling  within  the  extent  of  their  district,  taking  two  men  with  them  from  the \nregimental  guard  to  attend  them. \n\nThe  Soldiers'  Wives  are  not  to  lodge  out  of  their  respective  Districts.  The \nPatroles  of  the  10th  Reg't  to  visit  the  right  hand  of  Orange  Street,  from  the  new \nworks  to  the  Neck;  those  of  the  22d  Reg't  from  Allen's  Warf,  near  Lior.t.  Col. \nCampbell's  quarters,  on  the  loft  side  of  Orange  Street,  to  the  Neck,  and  all  the \nlanes  leading  to  ye  Water ;  those  of  the  63d  Reg.  are  to  visit  from  where  the  Ilay- \nmarket  stood,  up  Pleasant  Street,  and  all  lying  between  this  and  IloUis  Street ; \nthose  of  the  35th  Reg.,  all  that  part  of  the  town  that  lays  between  Hollis  Street \nand  Frog  Lane,  including  the  quarters  where  Lt.  Col.  Carr  lives ;  those  of  the \n40th  Reg.  are  to  visit  Newbury  Street,  Frog  Lane  and  Water  Lane,  and  all  the \nAlleys  laying  between  these  streets  and  the  Common.  The  Grenadiers  are  to \nvisit  all  the  lanes  laying  between  Water  Street  and  Bromfield's  Lane,  and  run- \nning between  these  and  the  Common  —  also  Common  Street ;  those  of  the  49th \nto  visit  Beacon  Street,  School  Street,  part  of  Cornhill,  Queen  Street,  and  Tramont \nStreet ;  those  of  the  45th  to  visit  Cambridge  Street,  from  Shardon's  Lane,  South- \nwark  Court,  Hanover  Street  to  the  Mill  Bridge,  and  all  the  Lanes  from  that  street \nto  the  Mill  Pond,  north  of  Coal  Lane  —  also  Wing's  Lane  and  Union  Street ;  those \nof  the  17th  to  visit  Coal  Lane,  Sudbury  Street,  Tramond  Street  a.s  flir  as  Earl \nPeircy's,  and  all  the  lanes  between  Cambridge  Street  and  the  Mill  Pond  as  far  as \nShardon's  Lane  ;  those  of  the  4th  to  visit  Cambridge  Street  from  Shardon's  Lane \nto  the  westward,  with  all  the  lanes  leading  from  thence  to  Beacon  Hill  —  also \nStaniford  Street ;    those  of  the  Grenadiers  quartered  in  West  Boston  Meeting \n\n57 \n\n\n674  PATROL  AND   CONDUCT \n\nHouse,  to  visit  Chamber  Street,  Lynd  Street,  Green  Lane,  and  all  the  lanea \nleading  from  thence  to  the  Mill  Pond ;  those  of  the  47th  to  visit  their  ovra \nquarters  ;  those  of  the  six  companies  of  Light  Infantry  to  visit  Leverett  Street \nand  all  the  lanes  in  the  neighbourhood  of  Barton's  Point ;   those  of  the  43d \nto  visit  Back  Street  as  far  as  Prince's  Street,  Middle  Street  from  that  to  the \nMiddle  Bridge  —  likewise  Ann  Street  and  Fish  Street  as  far  to  the  northward \nas  Sim  Court,  with  all  the  Lanes  from  Back  Street  to  Middle  Street,  from  Middle \nStreet  to  Fore  Street  and  Ann  Street,  and  from  these  to  the  Water ;  1st  British \nMarines  to  visit   Prince's  Street,  from  the  comer  of  Back  Street  to  Charles- \ntown  Ferry  —  likewise  Middle  Street  to  Winuisimot  Ferry,  and  all  the  streets \nand  lanes  lying  between  them  ;  2d  British  Marines  to  visit  Fish  Street,  Ship  Street \nand  Lynn  Street,  to  Charlestown  Ferry,  with  all  the  lanes  from  these  to  the \nWater  —  also  all  the  Streets  and  Lanes  between  Sun  Court  and  Winnisimot \nFerry,  leading  from  Fish  Street  and  Ship  Street  to  Middle  Street ;   those  of  the \n44th  to  visit  King's  Street,  part  of  Cornhill,  fi-om  the  Town  House  to  Milk  Street \nas  far  as  Oliver's  Dock,  with  all  the  streets  and  lanes  between  that  and  King \n>^treet  —  also  that  part  of  Cornhill  from  the  Town  House  to  the  Theatre,  and  all \nthe  Lanes  between  that  and  King  Street ;  those  of  the  38th  Reg.  to  visit  from \ntheir  Barracks  to  Oliver's  Dock,  Fort  Hill  Lane,  part  of  Milk  Street,  the  Rope \nWalk,  Green's  Lane,  all  the  cross  Lanes  within  that  District ;   those  of  the  23d \nReg.  to  visit  Cow  Lane,  Long  Lane,  part  of  Milk  Street,  Bishop's  Alley,  and  the \nLanes  from  thence  to  Marlboro  Street,  and  part  of  Summer  Street,  with  the  lanes \nfrom  Cow  Lane  to  the  Water ;    those  of  the  65th  Reg.  to  visit  part  of  Summer \nStreet,  Flounder  Lane,  part  of  Belcher's  Lane  and  South  Street  to  Windmill \nPoint,  with  all  the  Lanes  and  Wharfs  within  that  District ;  those  of  the  5th  Reg- \niment to  visit  part  of  South  Street,  part  of  Summer  Street,  Blind  Lane,  Short \nStreet,  and  all  the  Lanes  leading  to  the  Water,  between  Short  Street  and  South \nStreet ;  those  of  the  52d  to  visit  Achmouty's  Lane  from  Short  Street  to  Liberty \nTree,  and  aU  the  lanes  leading  to  the  Water ;   those  of  the  Light  Infantry  to \nvisit  part  of  Orange  Street  from  Allen's  \"Wliarf,  with  the  Lanes  leading  from \nthence  to  the  Water  —  also  Newbury  Street,  Summer  Street  as  far  as  tlie  New \nSouth  fleeting-house,  Blind  Lane,  and  Pond  St. \n\nThe  paymasters  of  Regiments  to  give  to  Captain  McKenzie  a  List  of  their \nrespective  Drafts  received  from  the  18  and  59  Regiments,  that  an  order  may  be \ngiven  by  the  Commander  in  Chief  for  the  payment  of  their  Bounty  Money.  The \nquarter  master  of  Corps  to  call  on  the  Dep.  Q.  Master  Gen.,  where  they  will \nreceive  an  order  for  100  pairs  of  Croopers  for  their  respective  corps,  for  which \nthey  will  give  receipts  and  be  answerable.     Then  follows  Detail  for  Guard,  etc. \n\nNotwithstanding  the  regulars  were  strictly  forbidden  to  destroy  houses,  fences \nor  trees,  diu-ing  the  siege,  they  demolished  the  steeple  of  Rev.  Dr.  Howard's \nChurch,  suspecting  that  it  had  been  used  as  a  signal  staff;  converted  the  edifice \ninto  a  barrack,  demolishing  the  pews  ;  the  Old  South  was  used  as  a  riding-school ; \nDr.  Stillman's  Church  was  converted  into  a  hospital ;  the  Old  North  was  demol- \nished for  fuel,  \"  although  there  were  then  large  quantities  of  coal  and  wood  in \nthe  town,\"  and  Brattle-street  Church  was  used  as  a  barrack.  The  regulars  com- \nmenced destroying  the  fences  around  Hancock's  mansion ;  but  Gage  prevented  it, \n\n\nOF  BRITISH   SOLDIERS. \n\n\n675 \n\n\non  the  complaint  of  the  selectmen.  But  their  direst  vengeance  was  against  Lib- \nerty Tree,  when  one  of  the  regulars,  in  attempting  to  dismantle  its  branches,  fell \non  the  pavements,  and  was  instantly  killed.  Dr.  Pemberton  relates  tliat  the \nenterprise  of  destroying  Liberty  Tree  was  under  the  direction  of  Job  Williams, \na  tory  refiigee  from  the  country. \n\nGov.  Gage,  who  was  friendly  to  Howard,  relates  :  \"I  distinctly  rememljer  a \nlittle  circumstance  which  will  evidence  his  manner.  He  and  I  were  walking, \nand  stopped  to  watch  some  young  men  screwing  hay  for  the  troops  in  Boston. \nWe  saw  they  were  about  putting  some  stones  into  the  l)undles  to  increase  their \nweight.  It  was  rather  a  merry  than  a  serious  fraud,  for  tliey  were  not  to  be  ben- \nefited. His  mild  queries  soon  led  them  to  question  the  right  and  abandon  the \ndesign,  and  I  doubt  whether  it  was  ever  done  in  that  neighborhood  afterward.\" \n\nHead-quarters,  Boston,  17th  Nov.,  1775. \nMany  of  His  Majesty's  loyal  American  subjects,  residing  in  Boston,  with  their \nadherents,  having  offered  their  service  for  the  defence  of  the  place,  the  Com- \nmander in  Chief  has  ordered  them  to  be  armed  and  formed  into  three  companies, \nunder  the  command  of  the  Hon.  Brig.  Gen.  Ruggles,  to  be  called  the  Loyal \nAmerican  Associators.  They  will  be  distinguished  by  a  white  sash  around  the \nleft  arm.     Hon.  Timothy  Ruggles,  Commandant. \n\n\n1st  Company. \n\n\nAbijah  Willard,  Captain. \nThomas  Beaman,  First  Lieut. \nGeorge  Leonard,        Do. \nThomas  Danforth,  Second  Lieut. \nSamuel  Payne,  Do. \n\nJames  Putnam,  Jr.,     Do. \n\n\n2d  Company. \n\n\n3d  Company. \n\n\nJames  Putnam,  Captain. \n\nJohn  Sargent,  First  Lieut. \n\nDaniel  Oliver,       Do. \n\nJoshua  Dummer  Rogers,  Second  Lieut. \n\nJohn  Ruggles,  Do. \n\nStephen  Jones,  Do. \n\nFrancis  Green,  Captain. \nEbenezer  Spooner,  First  Lieut. \nJosiah  Jones,  Do. \n\nAbraham  Savage,  Second  Lieut. \nWilliam  Chandler,        Do. \nNathaniel  Colpin,         Do. \n\n\nHON.   THEODORE   LYMAN. \n\nThe  following  more  extended  memoir  of  the  philanthropic  Theodore  Lyman, \nprincipally  prepared  by  a  gentleman  of  great  literary  and  political  eminence, \nwho  was  his  intimate  friend,  was  received  too  late  for  insertion  in  the  proper \nplace  : \n\nGen.  Theodore  Lyman  was  bom  on  the  22d  February,  1792.  His  father  was \nTheodore  Lj-man,  a  distinguished  merchant  of  Boston.  The  celebrated  Rev. \nJoseph  S.  Buckminster,  a  relative  of  the  family  by  marriage,  was  his  private \nteacher,  at  Waltham.  It  was  at  this  period  that  Mr.  Buckminster  addressed  a \npoetical  invitation  to  William  S.  Shaw,  a  literary  friend,  of  Boston,  to  visit  him \nat  the  Lyman  country-seat,  famoas  for  its  pastures,  cataracts,  and  fish-ponds, \nbesides  the  sister  deities  of  the  place.     We  extract  a  passage  : \n\n\"  Come,  and  with  loitering  steps  the  walk  we  '11  rove, \nAnd  chat  discursive  on  the  themes  we  love  ; \nRecall,  with  memory  sweet,  those  scenes  of  yore, \nWhich  oft  in  Harvard's  walls  we  've  acted  o'er, \n■Where  first  we  learnt  in  friendship  to  unite, \nAnd  linked  the  chain,  unbroken  yet  and  bright ; \nWhere  judgment  ripened,  where  attachment  grew, \nAnd  where  we  learnt  to  love  whom  best  we  knew. \nHere  art  with  wealth  conspires  the  grounds  to  grace, \nAnd  traces  lovelier  lines  on  nature's  face. \nEnter  and  gaze  where  living  graces  lurk, \nAnd  waste  an  hour  with  nature's  fairer  work.\" \n\nYoung  Lyman  entered  Phillips'  Exeter  Academy  in  1804,  and  was  gradu- \nated at  Harvard  College  in  1810.  He  made  a  visit  to  Europe  in  1814,  and  was \nat  Paris  while  it  was  in  the  occupation  of  the  allied  powers.  The  result  of  his \nol)8ervations  was  published  in  a  small  volume,  entitled  \"  A  Few  Weeks  at  Paris.\" \nOn  his  return  to  America,  he  resumed  the  study  of  the  law,  to  which  he  had \ngiven  his  attention,  rather  as  the  completion  of  a  liberal  education,  than  with  any \nintention  to  engage  in  the  practice.  His  health  having  failed  him,  he  was \nadvised,  with  a  view  to  its  restoration,  to  make  another  visit  to  Europe.  After \npassing  some  time  with  his  uncle,  the  late  Samuel  Williams,  Esq.,  a  banker  of \neminence  in  London,  he  crossed  to  the  continent,  and  joined  his  friend  Mr. \nEdward  Everett,  then  residing  at  Gottingen.  Mr.  Lyman  employed  a  few \nweeks  in  a  tour  through  Northern  Germany,  exploring  with  great  interest  the \nscenes  of  the  recent  important  military  events.  In  the  autumn  of  1817  he \nreturned  to  Gottingen,  and  proceeded  with  Mr.  Everett  to  Paris.  About \neighteen  months  were  passed  by  these  gentlemen  together  in  the  south  and \neast  of  Europe.     An  outline  of  their  tour  is  given  in  our  article  on  Mr.  Everett. \n\nOn  his  return  to  America,  in  the  autumn  of  1819,  Mr.  Lyman  began  to  take \nan  interest  in  public  life.     He  was  successively  an  efficient  member  of  both \n\n\nTHEODORE   LYMAN,  677 \n\nbrajaches  of  the  Legislature.  In  1820  he  delivered  the  municipal  oration  on  the \n4th  of  July.  In  the  same  year  he  puljlished  an  octavo  volume  upon  the  statis- \ntics of  Italy,  containing  the  result  of  his  inquiries  and  observations  in  that  coun- \ntry in  the  vsrinter  of  1819-20.  Gen.  Lyman  had  a  taste  for  military  affairs,  and \ntook  an  active  interest  in  the  volunteer  militia  of  the  commonwealth.  He  was \nan  aid-de-camp  of  Gov.  Brooks,  an  officer  of  the  Ancient  and  Honorable  Artillery \nCompany,  and  a  brigadier-general  in  the  first  division.  The  discipline  of  the \nbrigade  under  his  command  was  greatly  improved  while  he  remained  in  office. \nHe  was  chosen  major-general,  but  declined  the  appointment.  In  182G  he  pub- \nlished a  History  of  the  Diplomacy  of  the  United  States,  in  one  volume,  8vo.,  of \nwhich  a  second  edition,  enlarged  to  two  volumes,  appeared  in  1828.  This  is  a \nwork  of  considerable  research,  and  of  ability  as  a  work  of  reference. \n\nIn  1834  and  1835  Gen.  Lyman  was  mayor  of  the  city  of  Boston.  During  his \nadministration  events  occurred  requiring  no  ordinary  exercise  of  firmness  and \nprudence.  The  peace  of  the  city  was  disturbed  by  the  disgraceful  abolition  riots, \nand  the  burning  of  the  Ursuline  Convent  in  Charlestown  produced  an  excitement \nof  a  very  dangerous  character  in  the  neighboring  metropolis.  The  vigilance  and \ndiscretion  of  Gen.  Lyman  were  equal  to  the  crisis. \n\nFrom  the  time  of  his  retirement  fi'om  the  mayoralty,  Gen.  Lyman  withdrew \nfrom  public  life.  He  had  married,  in  1820,  Mary  Elizabeth  Henderson,  of  New \nYork,  and  had  passed  his  summers  in  the  country, —  first  at  the  country-seat  of \nGov.  Gore,  at  Waltham,  of  which  he  became  the  proprietor,  and  afterwards  at \nBrookline,  on  the  estate  formerly  of  the  Hon.  Jonathan  Mason.  Here  Gen. \nLyman  built  a  beautiful  villa,  and  bestowed  a  good  deal  of  attention  upon  his \ngarden  and  farm.  He  became  an  active  member  of  the  Horticultural  Society,  to \nwhich,  at  his  decease,  he  made  the  liberal  tequest  of  ten  thousand  dollars. \n\nAfter  his  retirement  from  public  life.  Gen.  Lyman  interested  himself  much  in \nthe  public  charities  of  Boston,  and  gave  his  time  and  attention  to  subjects  con- \nnected with  the  moi-al  improvement  of  the  sufiering  classes  of  the  community. \nHe  was  a  trustee  and  a  liberal  benefactor  of  the  Farm  School,  to  which,  at  hie \ndecease,  he  bequeathed  ten  thousand  dollars.  He  presided  over  the  Prison  Dis- \ncipline Society  from  1847  until  his  decease,  and  was  an  efficient  friend  of  most \nof  the  public  benevolent  institutions.  His  great  work  was  the  foundation  of  the \nState  Reform  School,  at  Westboro.  He  entertained  a  very  decided  opinion \nof  the  necessity  of  connecting  the  administration  of  justice  with  measures  of \nreform.  Merely  to  punish,  especially  in  the  case  of  juvenile  delinquents,  was, \nin  his  judgment,  alike  cruel  and  impolitic.  Toward  the  endowment  of  the  insti- \ntution just  named  Gen.  Lyman  during  his  lifetime  made  a  secret  donation  of \ntwenty-two  thousand  dollars,  to  which,  by  his  will,  the  munificent  sum  of  fifty \nthousand  dollars  was  added.  His  name  will  descend  to  posterity  as  the  fiither \nof  this  admirable  institution. \n\nGen.  Lyman  was  fond  of  Iwoks,  and  cultivated  a  taste  for  several  branches  of \nliterary  inquiiy.  He  collected  a  very  valuable  library,  with  the  contents  of \nwhich  he  was  well  acquainted.  When  the  Boston  Athenaeum  was  removed  to \nPearl-street,  he  took  the  lead  in  its  arrangement  and  decoration.  He  was  pros- \nperous in  his  circumstances,  having,  by  judicious  management,  increased  a  large \ninheritance.    Tliat  he  understood  the  true  use  of  money,  as  a  great  means  of \n\n57* \n\n\n678     PETER  FANEUIL  AND  THE  CRADLE  OF  LIBERTY, \n\ndoing  good,  is  sufficiently  apparent  from  the  following  sketch.  Of  a  thousand \nacts  of  liberality,  known  only  to  himself  and  their  objects,  the  record  is  preserved \non  high.     Ilis  hand  was  never  closed  on  any  meritorious  application. \n\nGen.  Lyman  survived  his  highly-accomplished  wife  and  a  daughter  of  great \npromise.  In  1848  he  went  for  a  third  time  to  Europe,  with  his  only  son,  who, \nwith  a  daughter,  married  to  R.  G.  Shaw,  Jr.,  of  Boston,  are  left  to  deplore  his \npremature  loss.  Shortly  after  his  return  to  the  United  States,  he  died  at  his  res- \nidence in  Brookline,  the  17th  July,  1849.  He  was  a  person  of  highly-polished \nmanners,  great  evenness  of  temper,  exemplary  in  all  the  relations,  and  exact  ia \nall  the  duties,  of  life.  His  friends  and  the  community  confidently  anticipated \nfrom  him  a  continued  career  of  steadily  growing  usefulness,  and  his  death  was \njustly  regarded  as  a  public  calamity. \n\n\n[Prom  the  ^ston  Transcript.] \n\nPETER  FANEUIL  AND  THE  CRADLE  OF  LIBERTY. \n\nOne  may  as  successfully  search  for  that  identical  peck  of  pickled  peppers  that \nPeter  Piper  picked,  as  for  the  original  hall  that  Peter  Faneuil  built.  Like \nRachel's  first-born,  it  is  not.  After  all  the  reparations,  and  changes,  and  hard \nhammerings,  she  has  undergone,  we  may  as  well  search  within  the  walls  of  Old \nIronsides  for  those  very  ribs  of  live  oak  which,  some  fifty  years  ago,  were  launched \nin  the  body  of  the  frigate  C'onstitution. \n\nIn  the  olden  time,  the  market-men,  like  the  mourners,  went  \"about  the \nstreets.\"  The  inhabitants  were  served  at  their  doors.  As  early  as  1634,  Gov. \nWinthrop,  in  his  journal,  speaks  of  a  market  which  was  kept  in  Boston,  \"  on \nThursday,  the  fifth  day  of  the  week.\"  This  weekly  market  on  the  fifth  day  is \nmentioned  by  Douglass  as  of  1639.  (Vol.  i.  page  434.)  This,  I  think,  refers  only \nto  a  gathering  of  sellers  and  buyers  at  one  spot,  and  not  to  any  \"  visible  temple  \" \nfor  storage  and  shelter.  Citizens  difiered  as  to  the  best  method  of  getting  their \nprovant.  Some  preferred  the  old  mode,  as  it  was  supposed  to  save  time  ;  others \nwere  in  favor  of  having  a  common  point,  with  a  covered  building.  Parties  were \nformed  ;  the  citizens  waxed  wroth,  and  quarrelled  about  their  meat  like  angry \ndogs.  Those  who  were  in  favor  of  market-houses  prevailed.  Three  were  erected ; \none  at  the  Old  North  Square,  one  where  Faneuil  Hall  now  stands,  and  one  near \nLiberty  Tree.     People  were  no  longer  supplied  at  their  houses. \n\nIt  seems  very  strange  that  this  sensible  arrangement  should  have  led  to  violent \noutrage.  The  malecon tents  assembled  together  in  the  night,  \"  disguised  like \nclergymen,\"  —  the  devil,  sometimes,  assumes  this  exterior, —  and  \"  totally  demol- \nished the  centre  market-house.\"  This  occurred  about  the  year  1736-7,  or  about \nthe  time  of  Andrew  Faneuil's  death.  Such  is  the  account  of  good  old  Thomas \nPemberton.     (M.  H.  C.  iii.  255.) \n\nThe  popular  sentiment  prevented  the  reconstruction  of  the  centre  market- \nhouse,  till,  in  1740,  July  14,  a  town-meeting  was  held  to  consider  a  petition  for \n\n\nPETER  FANEUIL   AND   THE   CRADLE   OF   LIBERTY.  679 \n\nthis  object,  from  Thomas  Pabner  and  three  hundred  and  forty  others.  At  thia \nmeeting,  it  was  stated  that  Peter  Faneuil  had  offered,  at  his  own  cost,  to  build \na  marketrhouse  on  the  town's  land,  in  Dock-square,  for  the  use  of  the  town, \nif  the  citizens  would  legally  empower  him  so  to  do,  place  the  same  under  proper \nregulations,  and  maintain  it  for  that  use. \n\nAn  impression  has  somewhat  extensively  prevailed  that  Mr.  Faneuil's  proposal \nwas  not  courteously  received  by  his  fellow-citizens,  and  that  a  majority  of  seven \nonly  were  in  favor  of  it. \n\nOn  the  contrary,  Mr.  Faneuil's  proposal  was  received  with  the  most  ample \ndemonstrations  of  grateful  respect.  There  were  two  questions  before  the  meet- \ning :  First,  shall  a  vote  of  thanks  be  passed  to  Peter  Faneuil  fur  his  liberal  offer  ^ \nSecondly,  shall  we  give  up  the  itinerant  system,  ana  have  a  market-house  on  any \nconditions?  Upon  the  first  question,  there  was  but  one  miud  ;  on  the  second, \nthere  were  two.  A  vote  of  thanks  to  Mr.  Faneuil  was  instantly  passed,  without \na  dissentient.  But  the  second  question  was  the  vexed  question  revived,  and \nexcited  the  passions  of  the  people.  Of  seven  hundred  and  twenty-seven  persons \npresent,  three  hundred  and  sixty-seven  only  voted  in  favor  of  granting  the  petition \nof  Palmer  and  others,  giving  a  majority  of  seven  only. \n\nAccordingly,  the  work  was  commenced  ;  and  it  was  completed  Sept.  10,  1742, \n\"on  which  day,\"  says  Dr.  Snow,  \"  Mr.  Samuel  Ruggles,  who  was  employed  in \nbuilding  the  market-house,  waited  on  the  selectmen,  by  order  of  P.  Faneuil,  Esq., \nand  delivered  them  the  key  of  said  house.\" \n\nPeter  was  a  magnificent  fellow.  An  antiquarian  fi-iend,  to  whom  the  fancy \nhas  lineally  descended  through  a  line  of  highly  respectable  antiquarian  ances- \ntors, informs  me  that  his  father  handed  down  to  him  a  tradition  which  is  cer- \ntainly plausible.  It  runs  thus:  While  the  market-house  was  in  progress, — \nprobably  on  paper,  —  it  was  suggested  to  Peter  that,  with  very  little  additional \nexpense,  a  splendid  town-hall  might  be  constructed  over  it.  Peter's  heart  was \nquite  as  roomy  as  the  market-house  and  town-hall  together,  and  he  cheerfully \nembraced  the  suggestion.  The  tradition  goes  a  little  further.  When  the  cost \nwas  summed  up,  Peter  scolded  —  a  little.  Very  likely.  !Mr.  Peter  Faneuil  wa.>< \nnot  an  exception,  I  presume,  to  the  common  rule. \n\nThe  keys,  as  I  have  stated,  were  presented  to  the  town  Sept.  10,  V1A2,  with \nall  that  courtesy,' doul)tless,  for  which  he  was  remarkable.  Peter's  relatives  and \nconnections  are  somewhat  numerous.  The  descendants  of  Benjamin,  his  brother, \nare  scattered  over  the  country.  It  will  be  equally  grateful  to  them  and  honora- \nble to  our  forefathers,  to  exhibit  a  portion  of  the  record. \n\nSept.  13,  1742,  at  a  meeting,  in  the  new  hall,  a  vote  of  thanks  was  moved  by \nthe  Hon.  John  Jeffries,  uncle  of  the  late  Dr.  John  Jeffries.  In  this  vote,  it  is \nstated  that,  whereas  Peter  Faneuil  has,  \"  at  a  very  great  expense,  erected  a  noble \nstructure-,  far  exceeding  his  first  proposal,  inasmuch  as  it  contains  not  only  a \nlarge  and  sufficient  accommodation  for  a  market-place,  but  a  spacious  and  most \nbeautiful  town-hall  over  it,  and  several  other  convenient  rooms  which  may  prove \nvery  beneficial  to  the  town  for  offices  or  otherwise  :  as  the  said  building  being \nnow  finished,  he  has  delivered  possession  thereof  to  the  selectmen  for  the  use  of \nthe  town :  it  is  therefore  voted  that  the  town  do,  with  the  utmost  gratitude, \nreceive  and  accept  this  most  generous  and  noble  benefaction,  for  the  use  and \n\n\n680  PETER  FANEUIL  AND   THE  CRADLE   OF  LIBERTY. \n\nintentions  it  is  designed  for ;  and  do  appoint  the  Hon.  Thomas  Gushing,  Esquire, \nthe  moderator  of  this  meeting,  the  Hon.  Adam  Winthrop,  Edward  Hutchinson, \nEzekiel  Lewis,  and  Samuel  Waldo,  Esquires,  Thomas  Hutchinson,  Esquire,  the \nselectmen  and  representatives  of  the  town  of  Boston,  the  Hon.  Jacob  Wendell, \nJames  Bowdoin,  Esq.,  Andrew  Oliver,  Esq.,  Captain  Nathaniel  Cunningham, \nPeter  Chardon,  Esq.,  and  Mr.  Charles  Apthorp,  to  wait  upon  Peter  Faneuil,  Esq., \nand  in  the  name  of  the  town  to  render  him  their  most  hearty  thanks  for  so  boun- \ntiful a  gift,  with  their  prayers  that  this  and  other  expressions  of  his  bounty  and \n«harity  may  be  abundantly  recompensed  with  the  Divine  blessing.\" \n\nIn  :idditi(jn  to  this  vote,  the  citizens  passed  another,  that  the  hall  should  be \ncalled  Faneuil  Hall,  forever,  and  that  the  portrait  of  Faneuil  should  be  painted \nat  full  length  and  placed  therein.  On  the  14th  of  March,  1744,  a  vote  waa \npassed  \"  to  purchase  the  Faneuil  arms,  carved  and  gilt  by  Moses  Deshon,  to  be \nfixed  in  the  hall.\" \n\nPemberton  says  :  \"  Previous  to  the  Revolution,  the  portraits  of  Mr.  Faneuil, \nHen.  Conway  and  Col.  Barre,  were  procured  by  the  town,  and  hung  up  in  the \nhall.  It  is  supposed  they  were  carried  off  by  the  British.\"  The  portrait  of \nFaneuil  at  present  in  the  hall  was  painted  by  Henry  Sargent,  from  the  portrait \npresented  to  the  Massachusetts  Historical  Society  by  Miss  Jones,  a  grandchild \n»f  Peter's  sister,  Mary  Ann. \n\n,  The  original  building  was  but  half  the  width  of  the  present,  and  but  two  stories \nhigh.  The  hall  could  contain  but  one  thousand  persons.  In  the  memorable  fire \nof  Tuesday,  Jan.  13, 17G1,  Faneuil  Hall  was  destroyed,  and  nothing  left  standing \nbut  the  walls.  On  the  23d  of  the  following  March,  the  town  voted  to  rebuild, \nand  the  state  authorized  a  lottery  to  meet  the  expense.  There  were  several \nclasses.  A  ticket  of  the  seventh  class  lies  before  me,  bearing  date  March,  1767, \nwith  the  spacious  autograph  of  John  Hanc(X;k  at  the  bottom. \n\nThe  building  retiiined  its  primitive  proportions  till  1806,  when,  the  occasions \nof  the  public  requiring  its  enlargement,  its  width  was  increased  from  forty  to \neighty  feet,  and  a  third  story  added.  A  very  simple  rule  may  be  furnished  for \ntliose  who  W(juld  compare  the  size  of  the  present  building  with  that  of  the  gen- \nuine Peter  Faneuil  Hall.  Take  a  north-east  view  of  the  hall.  There  are  seven \nwindows  before  you,  in  each  story.  Run  a  perpendicular  line  from  the  ground \nthrough  the  centre  of  the  middle  window  to  the  top  of  the  belt,  *at  the  bottom  of \nthe  third  story ;  carry  a  straight  line  from  that  point  nearly  to  the  top  of  the \nsecond  window,  on  the  right,  in  tlie  third  story.  That  point  is  the  apex  of  the \nold  pediment.  From  that  point,  draw  the  corresponding  roof  line  down  to  the \nbelt  at  the  comer,  and  you  have  a  profile  of  the  ancient  structure,  all  of  which  is \nwell  exhibited  by  Pr.  Snow  on  the  plan  in  his  history  of  Boston. \n\nSmall  as  the  original  structure  may  appear,  when  compared  with  the  present, \nit  was  a  magnificent  donation  for  the  times.  It  may  well  be  considered  a  munif- \nicent gift,  from  a  single  individual,  in  1742,  when  we  consider  that  its  repairs,  in \n1761,  were  accomplished  by  the  aid  of  the  commonwealth,  and  the  creation  of  a \nlottery  which  continued  to  cui-se  the  community  for  several  years. \n\nA  grasshopper  was  not  the  crest  of  Peter  Faneuil's  arms.  I  formerly  supposed \nit  was;  for  a  gilded  grasshopper,  as  half  the  world  knows,  is  the  vane  upon  the \ncupola  of  Faneuil  Hall,  —  and  a  gilded  grasshopper,  as  many  of  us  well  remem- \n\n\nPETER  FANEUIL  AND   THE   CRADLE   OP  LIBERTY.  681 \n\nber,  whirled  about,  of  yore,  upon  the  little  spire  that  rose  above  the  summer-house \nappurtenant  to  the  mansion  where  Peter  Faneuil  lived  and  died.  That  house \nwas  built  and  occupied  by  his  uncle  Andrew  ;  and  he  had  some  seven  acres  for \nhis  garden  thereabouts.  It  was  upon  the  westerly  side  of  old  Treamomit-strGet, \nand  became  the  residence  of  the  late  William  Phillips,  whose  political  relations \nto  the  people  of  Massachusetts,  as  their  lieutenant-governor,  could  not  preserve \nhim  from  the  sobriquet  of  Billy. \n\nI  thought  it  not  unlikely  that  Peter's  crest  was  a  grasshopper,  and  that  on \nthat  account  he  had  become  partial  to  this  emblem.  But  I  am  duly  certified  that \nit  was  not  so.  The  selection  of  a  grasshopper,  for  a  vane,  was  made  in  imitation \nof  their  example  who  placed  the  very  same  thing  upon  the  pinnacle  of  the  Royal \nExchange  in  London. \n\nPeter  Faneuil  was  then  in  all  his  glory.  How  readily,  by  the  power  of  imag- \nination, I  raise  him  from  ttie  dead,  bolt  upright,  with  his  over  portly  form,  and \nfeatures  full  of  bonhommic ;  and  speaking  volumes  about  those  five  pipes  of  amber- \ncolored  Madeira,  such  as  his  friend  Delancey  had ;  and  that  best  book  of  all \nsorts  of  cookery,  of  a  lai'ge  character,  for  the  maid's  reading !  There  he  is,  at \nthe  door  of  his  English  chariot,  \"  handsome,  but  nothing  gaudy,\"  with  his  arms \nthereon,  and  his  English  coachman,  and  his  English  horses,  and  that  \"  straight \nnegro  lad  \"  perched  behind.  I  see  him  now,  helping  in  Miss  Mary  Anne,  his \nyoungest  maiden  sister ;  and,  as  he  ascends  the  steps,  wrapping  his  cloak  around \nhim,  trimmed  with  that  identical  \"  scarlet  cloth  of  the  very  best  quality^ \n\nThe  vanity  of  man's  anticipations,  the  occasional  suddenness  of  his  summons \naway,  seldom  find  a  more  graphic  illustration  than  in  the  case  of  this  noble- \nhearted  and  most  hospitable  gentleman.  When  he  received  the  grateful  saluta- \ntions of  the  magnates  of  the  town,  who  came  to  tliank  him  f(jr  his  munificence, \nwhat  could  have  been  so  little  in  his  thoughts,  or  in  theirs,  as  the  idea  that  he \nwas  so  soon  to  die  ! \n\nIn  about  five  years  —  five  short,  luxurious  years  —  after  the  death  of  Andrew \nFaneuil,  Peter,  his  favorite  nephew,  was  committed  to  the  ground,  March  10, \n1742,  Old  Style.  The  event,  from  its  suddenness,  and  from  the  amiable  and \nbenevolent  character  of  the  individual,  produced  a  deep  sensation  in  the  village, \nfor  Boston  was  nothing  but  a  seashore  village  then.  In  1728,  some  fourteen \nyears  before,  we  learn  from  Douglass,  i.  531,  that  there  were  but  three  thousand \nratable  polls  on  the  peninsula.  This  event  was  unexpected  by  the  living,  and \nhad  been  equally  unexpected  by  the  dead.  Death  came  to  Peter  like  a  thief  in \nthe  stilly  night.  He  had  not  looked  for  this  unwelcome  visiter.  He  had  made \nno  will.  By  this  event,  Benjamin  was  restored  to  his  birthright,  and  old  Andrew \nis  supposed  to  have  turned  over  indignantly  in  his  coffin. \n\nThe  remains  of  this  noble-spirited  descendant  of  the  Huguenots  of  Rochelle \nwere  deposited  in  the  Faneuil  tomb,  in  the  westerly  corner  of  the  Granary \nGround.  This  tomb  is  of  dark  freestone,  with  a  freestone  slab.  Upon  the  eastr \nerly  end  of  the  tomb  there  is  a  tablet  of  slate,  upon  which  are  sculptured,  with \nmanifest  care  and  skill,  the  family  arms  ;  while  upon  the  freestone  slab  are \ninscribed,  at  the  top,  M.  M.,  —  memento  mori,  of  course  ;  and,  at  the  bottom  of \nthe  slab,  —  a  cruel  apology  for  the  old  Huguenot  patronymic, —  \"Peter  Fdnel. \n1742,\"  and  nothing  more. \n\n\n682  PETER   FANEUIL   AND   THE   CRADLE   OF  LIBERTY. \n\nThe  explanation  which  arises  in  my  mind,  of  this  striking  inconsistency,  is \nthis  :  I  believe  this  tomb,  whose  aspect  is  simple,  solid  and  antique,  to  have \nbeen  built  bji^  Andrew  Faneuil,  who  was  a  wealthy  merchant  here  as  early  as \n1709  ;  and  I  think  it  quite  certtiin  that  the  lady  whom  he  married  in  Holland, \nand  whose  beauty  is  traditional  among  her  descendants,  made  the  great  exchange \n—  beauty  for  ashes —  in  this  very  sepidchre.  In  this  tomb  x\\ndrew  was  buried \nby  Peter,  Feb.  20,  1737,  and  Peter  by  his  brother  Benjamin,  March  10,  1742, \nOld  Style ;  and  here  Benjamin  himself  was  laid,  after  an  interval  of  two-and- \nforty  years,  where  there  is  neither  work,  nor  device,  nor  will,  nor  codicil. \n\nThe  arms  of  Peter  Faneuil,  —  I  have  them  before  me  at  this  moment  on  his \nmassive  silver  pepper-pot,  —  he  found  a  place  for  them  on  many  of  his  posses- \nsions, though  I  cannot  say  if  on  all  the  articles  which  came  into  the  possession \nof  Gillam  Phillips,  —  were  a  field  argent  —  no  chevron  —  a  large  heart,  truly  a \nsuitable  emblem,  in  the  centre,  gules  —  seven  stars  equidistant  from  each  other, \nand  from  the  margin  of  the  escutcheon,  extending  from  the  sinister  chief  to  the \ndexter  base  —  in  the  sinister  baseacross moulin,  within  an  annulet  —  no  scroll  — \nno  supporters. \n\nThe  arms  upon  the  tomb,  though  generally  like  these,  and  like  the  arms  on \nother  articles  once  Peter's  and  still  extant,  difier  in  some  important  particulars, \nand  seem  to  have  been  quartered  with  those  of  another  family,  as  the  arms  of \nAndrew,  being  a  collateral,  might  have  been.  A  helmet,  beneath  the  martlet, \nespecially,  is  wholly  different  from  Peter's  crest.  Such,  precisely,  are  the  arms \non  the  seal  of  wax  upon  Andrew's  will,  in  the  Registry.  Hence  I  infer  that \nUncle  Andrew  built  this  ancient  sepulchre.  Arms,  in  days  of  old,  and  still, \nwhere  a  titled  nobility  exists,  are  deemed,  for  the  popular  eye,  sufficient  evidence \nof  ownership,  Avithout  a  name.  So  thought  Uncle  lindrew,  and  he  left  the  free- \nstone tablet  without  any  inscription. \n\nSome  five  years  after  the  testator's  burial,  the  tomb  was  again  opened,  to  let \nin  the  residuary  legatee.  Peter's  was  a  grand  funeral.  The  Evening  Post  of \nMarch  3,  1742-3,  foretold  that  it  would  be  such  ;  but  the  papers,  which  doubt- \nless gave  an  account  of  it,  are  lost.  The  files  are  imperfect  of  all  those  primitive \njournals.  At  first,  and  for  years,  the  resting-place  of  Peter's  remains  was  well \nenough  known.  But  the  rust  of  time  began  to  gather  upon  men's  memories. \nThe  Faneuil  arms  ere  long  became  unintelligible  to  such  as  strolled  among  the \ntombs.  That  \"  handsome  chariot,  but  nothing  gaudy,''''  with  Peter's  armorial \nbearings  upon  its  panels,  no  longer  rolled  along  Treamount  and  Queen  streets, \nand  Cornhill,  and  drew  up,  of  a  Sabbath  morning,  before  Trinity  Church,  that \nBrother  Peter  and  the  ladies  might  sit  upon  their  cushions,  in  No.  40,  while \nBrother  Addington  Davenport  gave  them  a  sermon  upon  the  apostolical  succession. \nThe  good  people  had,  therefore,  forgotten  all  about  the  Faneuil  arms,  and  before \na  great  many  years  had  rolled  away  the  inquiry  natiu-ally  arose,  in  popular  phra- \nseology, \"  Whereabouts  teas  it  that  Peter  Faneuil  was  buried  ?  \" \n\nSome  worthy  old  citizen,  —  God  bless  him  !  — who  knew  rather  more  of  this \nmatter  than  his  neighbors,  and  was  well  aware  that  the  arms  would  l)e  but  a \ndead  letter  to  posterity,  resolved  to  ser\\-e  the  public,  and  remedy  the  defect.  Up \nhe  goes  into  the  Granary  Ground,  in  the  very  spirit  of  Old  Mortality,  and,  with \nall  his  orthography  in  hi&  ear,  inscribes  P.  Funel  upon  the  tablet ! \n\nA  Sexton  of  the  Old  School, \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER.  683 \n\n\nDANIEL  WEBSTER   AND   HIS   WORKS. \n\nThere  is  probably  no  name,  since  those  of  Washington  and  Franklin,  more \nineflEiceably  interwrought  into  the  history  of  our  country  than  that  of  Daniel \n\"Webster.  However  men  may  differ  from  him  on  particular  questions,  —  on \ntarifis  or  currency,  on  banks  or  revenues,  — all  men  agree  that  no  one  has  lifted \nthe  reputation  of  the  country  so  high  for  gi-eat  thoughts  and  classic  eloquence. \nHe  has  brought  to  the  service  of  the  country  the  most  stupendous  intellect  it  has \never  produced.  And  when  the  time  comes  — which  we  hope  may  yet  be  distant \n—  for  the  termination  of  his  earthly  career,  we  believe  it  will  be  gi-antod  by  fues, \nas  well  as  claimed  by  friends,  that  the  very  strongest  and  greatest  man  of  the \nage  will  have  departed  from  the  world.  His  name  will  be  a  tower  of  strength,  to \nwhich  every  American  will  point  with  a  just  pride,  in  argument  for  American \nintellect.  When  political  animosity  shall  have  died  away,  and  rust  gathered  on \nthe  sword  of  party  vindictiveness,  we  believe  that  all  Americans,  north  and \nsouth,  east  and  west,  young  and  old,  Whigs  and  Democrats,  or  of  whatever  faith \nor  creed,  will  agree  in  installing  Webster  in  the  very  highest  intellectual  seat  in \nAmerica. \n\nFor  real  mental  muscle,  we  think  Mr.  Webster  must  be  regarded  as  the  great- \nest living  man.  Many  may  transcend  him  in  particular  departments  ;  none,  we \nthink,  can  equal  him  in  all.  Humboldt  may  grasp  a  more  minute  and  extensive \ngeographical  or  scientific  knowledge;  Wellington,  or  Scott,  excel  him  in  mili- \ntary skill ;  Kossuth,  in  versatility  ;  Clay,  in  impassioned  and  spontiineous  dec- \nlamation ;  and  Calhoun,  when  living,  may  have  wielded  a  keener  metaphysical \nscimetar.  And  so,  perhaps,  we  might  run  through  the  catalogue  of  the  most \nillustrious  men  of  the  age  ;  but  in  a  scale  of  mental  measurement,  where  the \nintellect  stands  up  in  full,  perfect,  proportioned  and  developed  stature,  Weteter \ntowers  above  any  other  man  who  now  treads  the  globe. \n\nIt  has  been  the  good  fortune  of  Mr.  Webster,  more  than  of  most  statesmen,  to \nrecord  the  evidence  of  his  transcendent  powers.  His  speeches,  in  their  pon- \nderous massiveness,  are  of  the  classics  of  the  language.  As  such,  they  will  ever \nremain.  They  are  as  durable  as  the  constitution,  as  the  country,  as  the  lan- \nguage.    They  are  immortal. \n\nIn  hearing  Webster,  we  are  impressed  with  the  conviction  that  he  is  not \naroused  to  the  fulness  of  his  power.  There  seems  always  behind  unmeasured \ncapability.  The  plummet  never  touches  the  depths  of  his  mind.  They  are \nbeyond  soundings.  In  his  mightiest  efforts,  the  hearer  feels  that  if  the  occasion \nwere  however  greater,  there  is  a  latent  capacity  in  the  orator  to  moot  it ;  that, \nif  need  should  be,  he  could  rise  still  higher,  and  pour  out  his  resistless  argument \nin  compacted  sentences  of  yet  greater  power.  The  colossal  grandem*  and \nsupremacy  of  the  great  harmonious  mind  of  Webster  are  bodied  forth  in  a  head \nof  unequalled  fulness  and  preponderance.  It  is  a  battery  of  thought,  the  symmetry \nof  whose  external  proportions  makes  it  a  model  of  the  finest  and  most  intellectual \nof  the  Caucasian  race.  Thorwaldsen,  the  Swedish  scidptor,  after  passing  in \nreview  the  heads  of  the  most  eminent  men  in  Europe,  and  the  long  list  of \n\n\n684  DANIEL   WEBSTER. \n\nantiques,  as  he  approached  the  marble  semblance  of  Webster,  Instinctively  bend- \nino-  before  it,  pronounced  it  the  grandest  specimen  he  had  ever  seen.  Nature \nhas  inscribed  greatness  upon  him  in  her  most  imposing  characters.  His  erect \nand  brawny  form,  his  clarion  voice,  his  large  and  lustrous  eyes,  and  massive, \noverhanging  brain,  proclaim  him  one  on  whom \n\n\"  Every  God  did  seem  to  set  his  seal, \nTo  give  the  world  assurance  of  a  man.\" \n\nIt  is  extraordinary  that  Welister  should  have  maintained  his  health  and  ability \nto  think,  speak  and  work,  amidst  such  protracted  and  gigantic  labors.  Seventy- \ntwo  years  weigh  heavily  upon  even  those  of  the  hardiest  of  our  race  who  are \npermitted  to  reach  that  period,  and  whose  labors  may  be  most  favorable  to \nhealth  and  longevity.  But  when  we  reflect  how  much  Mr.  Webster  has  accom- \nplished, —  a  professional  study  and  practice  of  itself  suflficient  to  break  down  a \nsturdy  constitution,  —  six  volumes  of  the  ablest  speeches  that  ever  glanced  from \nhuman  tongue,  —  a  life  of  official  toil,  as  legislator  and  Secretary  of  State,  —  the \nexcitement  of  personal  homage  such  as  has  been  rarely  tendered  to  mortal,  — \nthe  vast  concerns  of  his  own  private  business,  and  the  constant  excogitation,  the \nworkino-  of  that  mind,  which,  in  its  wear  and  tear,  requires  machinery  of  supe- \nrior texture  and  power,  —  and  we  are  amazed  that  even  his  iron  frame  has  not \nIons  since  surrrendered  to  these  crushing  labors.  Nevertheless,  we  see  him  at \nthis  day  with  a  mind  as  unclouded  and  vigorous  as  ever,  delivering  the  most \nsplendid  arguments  before  courts  and  juries,  —  speeches  and  classical  addresses, \nas  occasions  occur,  —  conducting  a  most  extensive  private  correspondence  ;  and, \namidst  these  and  other  labors,  carrying  on  the  correspondence  and  business  of \nthe  Federal  Government,  and  triumpliantly  grappling  with  all  the  great  national \nquestions  that  arise.  —  New  York  Times. \n\nThe  recently  published  Works  of  Damel  Webster,  edited  by  lion.  Edward \nEverett,  arc  an  imperishable  memorial  of  his  powerful  mind  ;  and  the  beautiful \ndedicatious  prelixed  to  each  volume  evince  the  strength  of  his  domestic  and  social \naflfections.  The  first  Is  dedicated  to  his  nieces,  Mrs.  Alice  Bridge  Whipple  and  Mrs. \nMary  Ann  Saul)orn,  the  daughters  of  Ezeklel  Webster,  the  brother  of  Daniel ;  and \nthis  not  only  fijr  the  love  Mr.  Webster  bears  for  them,  but  from  the  desire,  as  he \nexpresses  it,  that  his  brother's  name  might  be  associated  with  his  own  so  long \nas  anything  written  or  spoken  by  him  should  be  regarded  or  read  ;  the  second  is \ndedicated  to  Isaac  P.  Davis,  Esq.,  as  \"an  afiectionate  and  grateful  acknowledg- \nment \"of  warm  private  fi-lendship ;  the  third,  to  Caroline  Le  Roy  Webster,  his \nwife,  as  a  tribute  of  his  affections,  and  some  acknowledgment  of  her  deep  interest  in \nthe  productions  they  contain  ;  the  fourth,  to  Fletcher  Webster,  his  son,  \"  his  on^ \nsurviving  child,  and  the  object  of  his  affections  and  hopes  ;  \"  the  fifth,  to  J.  W. \nPaige,  Esq.,  as  a  grateful  token  of  long  friendship.  The  last  we  copy  entire,  to \nshow  the  felicitous  manner  of  these  dedications  : \n\nDEDICATION   OF   THE  SIXTH   VOLCME. \n\nWith  the  wannest  paternal  afiVetion,  mingled  with  deeply  afflicted  feelings,  I  dedicate  this,  the  last \nTOlume  of  my  Works,  to  the  memory  of  my  deceased  children, \n\nJulia  Webster  Appleton, \n\nbeloved  in  all  the  relations  of  Daughter,  Wife,  Mother,  Sister,  and  Friend  ;  and \n\nMajor  Kdward  Webster, \n\nwho  died  in  Mexico,  in  the  military  service  of  the  United  States,  with  unblemished  honor  and  reputation, \n\nand  who  entered  that  service  solely  from  a  desire  to  be  useful  to  his  country,  and  do  honor  to  the  State \n\nin  which  be  was  boru. \n\n\"  Go,  gentle  Spirits,  to  your  destined  rest : \nWhile  I,  reversed  our  Nitture's  kindlier  doom, \nyouT  foitb  a  Kfttber'e  sorrow  on  your  tomb.\"  ,^^ \n\nDaniel  Webster. \n\n\nMR.   PALFREY  IN  CONGRESS.  685 \n\n\nMR.   PALFREY   IN   CONGRESS. \n\nAs  in  the  articles  on  Mr.  Palfrey  and  Mr.  Winthrop  allusions  are  made  to \ntheir  political  career,  we  extract  from  the  autobiogi-aphy  of  Mr.  Palfroy  the  fol- \nlowing passages,  as  an  act  of  justice,  and  leave  the  public  to  judge  the  merits  in \nthe  case : \n\n\"  Complaint  was  made  that,  before  giving  my  vote,  I  inquired  of  Mr.  Win- \nthrop how  he  intended  to  constitute  the  committees  with  reference  to  tlie  ques- \ntions of  slavery  and  war.  It  was  represented  as  inconsistent  and  indecorous  in \nme  to  take  tliat  step,  inasmuch  as,  when  called  upon  by  the  Liberty  party,  while \na  candidate  for  election  as  representative,  to  give  pledges  respecting  my  future \naction,  I  had  declined  to  do  so. \n\n\"  I  cannot  admit  that  there  is  any  ground  for  such  a  censure,  in  either  of  its \nphases.  When  questions  had  been  addressed  to  me,  I  had  never  dreamed  of  treating \nor  of  regarding  that  course  as  aflBfoutive,  or  otherwise  than  as  entirely  respectful, \non  the  part  of  the  questioner.  Any  gentleman  —  such  was  and  is  my  view  —  may \nproperly  ask  questions,  and  anj'  one,  on  his  responsibility,  may  answer  them,  or \ndecline  to  answer.  As  to  which  of  these  courses  is  preferable,  different  persons \nthink  differently,  and  the  same  persons  think  differently  in  respect  to  different \noccasions.  The  latter  course  had  been  adopted  by  me  in  respect  to  a  communica- \ntion from  a  committee  of  the  Liberty  party  ;  it  was  perfectly  right  that  it  should \nbe  adopted  by  Mr.  Winthrop,  if  he  saw  fit ;  —  by  both  of  us,  of  course,  under  the \nBame  condition  ;  namely,  that  our  refusal  became  a  fact  to  be  taken  into  account \nby  the  questioner  in  determining  his  own  further  action.  On  the  other  hand,  I \nhave  answered  questions.  When  the  committee  of  the  Liberty  party  asked  me \n■whether  I  should  refuse  to  vote  for  a  slaveholder  for  any  office,  I  told  them  that \nI  should  not  so  refuse.  I  might  add,  though  I  do  not  care  to  lay  any  stress  upon \nit,  that  the  series  of  measures  referred  to  in  the  questions  addressed  to  me  l)y  the \nLiberty  party  was  such,  that,  whenever  canvassed  in  Congress,  they  would  lead \nto  much  consideration  and  debate,  to  which  the  legislator  should  not  preclude \nhimself,  by  previous  engagements,  from  giving  a  fair  attention  ;  whereas  my \nquestions  to  Mr.  Winthrop  related  to  an  act  solely  his  own,  to  be  done  within  a \nfew  days,  and  of  which  the  outline,  if  not  most  of  the  details,  had  no  doubt  been \nfully  resolved  upon  in  his  own  mind.  He  knew  just  as  well,  and  as  irrevocably, \non  the  5th  day  of  December,  the  principles,  policy,  and  plan  on  which  he  should \nconstitute  the  committees,  as  he  knew  on  the  13th,  when  the  names  were  read \nfrom  the  clerk's  desk. \n\n\"  One  of  the  Boston  editors  published  that  it  was  within  his  knowledge  that \nmy  opposition  to  Mr.  Winthrop  was  arranged  between  me  and  my  friends  before \nI  left  home.  I  met  him  soon  after  at  Washington,  and  told  him  how  clearly  he \n■was  mistaken.  But  what  good  did  that  do  ?  He  could  not  have  known  how  I \nshould  proceed.  No  human  being  knew.  I  did  not  know  myself.  I  had  not \nspoken  to  any  person  of  any  intention  of  mine  in  respect  to  the  choice  of  speaker, \nnor  had  any  one  given  me  advice,  opinion,  or  (as  far  as  I  remember)  so  much  as \nhint,  upon  the  subject. \n58 \n\n\nROLLS   OF  THE  BOSTON  BOYS, \n\nyRII-LED   AT  FANEUIL  HALL,  FOR  MARCHING   IN   TIIE   PROCESSIONS   OF  THE  WASH- \nINGTON BENEVOLENT  SOCIETY,  APRIL  30,  1813  AND  1814. \n\n\nThe  youths  at  these  annual  celebrations  appeared  in  blue  and  white  uniform,  decorated \nM-ith  wreaths  and  garlands,  marching  five  deep,  each  bearing,  on  his  breast,  Washington's \nLegacy.  In  the  centre  of  this  division  of  the  procession  was  the  Standard  of  the  Rising \n(leneration,  painted  by  Uol.  Henry  Sargent;  as,  also,  were  the  banners,  from  which  was \nsuspended  the  gorget  of  Washington,  presented  to  the  society  April  30,  1813,  by  Mrs. \nMartha  Peters  (late  Custis),  of  Georgetown,  D.  C,  through  the  medium  of  Hon.  Josiah \nQuincy,  and  which  was  worn  by  Washington  at  Braddock's  defeat.  The  standard  was  borne \nby  Master  Albert  F.  Hall,  supported  by  two  aids  —  Masters  Francis  Jenks  and  Ignatius  Sar- \ngent, Jr.  In  1812,  when  the  society  was  organized,  there  were  one  hundred  and  twelve  boys \ndrilled  by  Col.  Henry  Sargent.  In  the  next  two  years  they  were  drilled  by  Lemuel  Blake, \nEsq.,  the  bookseller.     A  portion  only  of  these  youths  paraded  more  than  once. \n\n\nAmory  Jonathan. \nAndrews  Henry. \nAndrews  James  T. \nAndrews  .John  A.  G. \nvVndrews  James  W\". \nAllen  Sauiuel. \nAbbot  George  W. \nAdams  George  W. \nAllen  John  H. \nAmory  .John. \nAustin  Israel  R. \nAshton  John. \nAmory  Samuel  Linzee. \nAugustine  Ebenezer  M. \nAugustine  Joel. \nUradlec  Iletcher. \nBass  Henry. \nBass  John  B. \nBlanchard  James. \nBarrett  George. \nBond  Joseph. \nBullard  Calvin. \nBullard  James. \nBaldwin  Henry. \nBridge  Frederick  William. \nBridge  Alfred  H. \nBaxter  Edwin. \nBradford  Thomas  G. \nBelcher  Edward. \nBrewer  Stephen. \nBowers  Charles. \nBoyle  James. \nBowes  John  R. \nBayley  James. \nBedford  Samuel. \nBulfinch  George  S. \nBrewer  William  Charles. \nBlagge  Charles. \nBlake  Edward. \n\n\nBlake  Samuel  P. \nBates  Elihu. \nBrewer  Thomas. \nBarrett  Francis. \nBrown  William. \nBarrett  Charles  M. \nBlake  James. \nBrewer  Charles. \nBooth  .John  G. \nBurr  Aaron. \nBarry  Charles. \nBradJee  Samuel  G, \nBaxter  George  A. \nBaxter  Edwin. \nBarrett  George, \nlilake  Francis  S. \nBaker  Theodore. \nBaker  Samuel. \nBaldwin  Henry. \nBond  Joshua. \nBellowes  John  N. \nBradlee  P.  Fletcher. \nBrazer  William. \nBowers  John  R. \nBullaid  Otis. \nBedford  William. \nBarrett  Charles. \nBayley  John. \nBarnard  John. \nBrewer  John  E. \nBazin  Charles. \nBell  Samuel. \nBarrus  Lorenzo  M. \nBlake  Joseph. \nBarnes  Henry. \nBumstead  Samuel  A. \nBickner  Alexander. \nBenjamin  Charles  E. \nBurbeck  Henry. \n\n\nBlagge  Samuel. \nBoott  William. \nCarter  William  P. \nCallender  Samuel  N. \nCallender  Edward. \nCoolidge  Thomas  B. \nColburn  James. \nClark  .John. \nCunningham  James. \nCurtis  Daniel. \nCurtis  Samuel. \nChapman  Henry  G. \nCutler  Benjamin. \nCruft  John  F. \nChurch  John  H. \nCrocker  Isaac. \nCowden  Warren. \nChadwick  William  S. \nCorlew  Elijah  J.  S. \nChurch  Edward. \nCordwell  Robert. \nCurtis  Henry. \nClark  Nathaniel. \nCoolidge  Samuel. \nClap  Bradish  R. \nClap  Osborn. \nChase  George. \nCody  Thomas. \nCoolidge  Charles. \nColburn  James  B. \nCooke  John  C. \nCooke  .James. \nCooke  Charles. \nCVirdwell  Robert. \nCoolidge  James. \nCoffin  Joshua  M. \nCoffin  John  P. \nCarter  Joseph  0. \nCotton  Edward. \n\n\nROLLS  OF  THE   BOSTON   BOYS. \n\n\n687 \n\n\nCarter  Henry. \nCrocker  Isaac. \nDavenport  John. \nDupee  Isaac. \nDennie  George. \nDunn  James  C. \nDall  Joseph. \nDavis  Henry  A. \nDavis  Edward  G. \nDuggins  William. \nDavis  Amasa. \nDavis  William  James. \nDuncan  .John. \nDeuch  Lawson  B. \nDawes  Rufus. \nDawes  George. \nDean  Thomas. \nEllLs  Grenville. \nErving  James. \nEllis  George. \nEverett  Enoch. \nEaton  .Joseph  B.  D. \nEllis  Samuel. \nEaton  John  A. \nEtheridge  John. \nEliot  Frederick  William. \nEaton  Ebenezer. \nEllis  Francis. \nEdwards  Richard. \nEllison  James. \nFurness  Daniel. \nFurness  William  H. \nFarley  Frederick  A. \nFoster  Charles  S. \nFox  Edward. \nFox  George. \nFessenden  John  M. \nFessenden  Guy. \nFullock  William  George. \nFoster  George. \nFarrie  Z. \nFenley  Frederick. \nFoster  Samuel  H. \nFoster  Charles  W. \nFoster  Archibald. \nFoley  James. \nFarrie  Zephaniah. \nFoster  James  H. \nFoster  Charles  P. \nFoster  Charles  S. \nFrancis  Charles  S. \nFullock  .James. \nFrench  .Jonathan. \nGoddard  William. \nGoddard  Frederick  W. \nGoddard  George  A. \nGreenough  John. \nGoodwin  John  Bray. \nGreene  Francis. \nGreene  Ellis  B. \nGreene  Benjamin  H. \ntieyer  Rodolph  C. \nGreenough  Horatio. \nGreenwood  Alfred. \nGoddard  Thacher. \nGoodrich  Charles. \nGreene  John  R. \n\n\nGilbert  Benjamin  Russell. \nGreen  Mathew. \nGibson  William  P. \nGeyer  John. \nG off  Davis. \nGreen  John  B. \nGreenwood  Edwin  L. \nGardner  John  L. \nGardiner  .James. \nGould  vSamuol. \nGilbert  Samuel. \nHomes  William  B. \nHomes  Barzilla. \nHomes  AVilliam. \nHomes  Henry. \nHunt  Henry. \nHarris  William. \nHickling  William  A. \nHickling  Charles. \nHall  Albert  F. \nHow  Stephen  B. \nHicks  .James  C. \nHicks  William  H. \nHale  James. \nHall  Mathew. \nHicks  Charles. \nHaskins  John. \nHayward  William  II. \nHiill  Christopher  J. \nHaven  Joseph. \nHomer  William. \nHiirrington  William \nHewins  Joseph  D. \nIlolden  .Joshua. \nHomer  William  F. \nHutchins  George. \nHomer  Michael  A.  H. \nHammond  Samuel. \nHaven  Charles. \nHale  Thomas  C. \nHall  Theodore  N. \nHowe  George. \nHarris  John, \nllale  .James. \nHey  wood  AVilliam. \nHammond  William. \nHolland  George  W. \nHoward  Eleazer. \nHomer  Abraham. \nHall  Edward. \n[Harris  William  S. \nHancock  John. \nHancock  Thomas. \nHead  Francis. \nHuggeford  Henry. \nJackson  Benjamin  C. \n.Jenks  .John. \n.Jenks  Francis. \nJohnson  Daniel  H. \nJackson  William. \nJones  Edward. \nJennison  John. \nJennison  George. \nJones  Thomas. \nJones  Henry. \nKilham  William. \nKreager  John. \n\n\nKroager  Charles. \n\nKing  Charles  G. \n\nKupfer  Charles  P. \n\nLovering  Frederick. \n\nIxivcrott  Frederick  P. \n\nLeverett  Charles  E. \n\nLamb  .John  A. \n\nlicland  Augustus. \n\nLewis  William. \n\nLewis  Frederick. \n\nLieiiow  AVilliam. \n\nLanib  AVilliam  D. \n\nLeeds  Henry  Morris. \n\nLyman  Cliarles. \n\nLoc!:e  Andrew  A. \n\nLovett  Charles  W. \n\nLocke  Joseph. \n\nLoring  George. \n\nLoring  .Jauies  Speare. \n\nLoring  Jonathan  Heard. \n\nLeeds  W.  S.  H. \n\nLewis  AVinslow. \n\nlicwis  Gustavus. \n\nLincoln  Abraham. \n\nLincoln  AVilliam. \n\nLacaire  .John. \n\nJjcland  Lewis. \n\nLow  John  F. \n\nLeland  Francis  L. \n\nLincoln  Mitchell. \n\nLivermore  Edward  St.Loe,  J  r. \n\nMc('ondry  Emery. \n\n.McCondry  Frederick. \n\niMessenger  Thomas. \n\nManning  AAilliam. \n\nMinns  Constant  Freeman. \n\n.Minns  Thomas. \n\nMorse  Samuel  T. \n\n.\\Ioulton  (ieorge. \n\nMackay  Barnard. \n\nMutzenbecher  John. \n\nMorrill  James. \n\nMackay  Robert  C. \n\nMessenger  Foster. \n\nMunroe  Daniel. \n\nMcrriam  Nathaniel. \n\nMerriam  AVilliam. \n\nMerriam  .lohn. \n\n.Miller  AVilliam  H. \n\nMcNeill  Frederick. \n\nMcNeill  Henry. \n\nNorwood  George. \n\nNichols  George. \n\nNickerson  Ebenezer. \n\nNa.sh  Daniel. \n\nNash  .Joseph. \n\nNorton  Charles  E. \n\nNickels  Samuel. \n\nNeill  John. \n\nMcNeill  AVilliam  II. \n\nNeat  George. \n\nNeat  John. \n\nOtis  James. \n\nOliver  Thomas  H. \n\nOsborn  George. \n\nOtis  George  AV. \n\nOuvre  Francis  N. \n\n\n688 \n\n\nROLLS  OF  THE  BOSTON  BOTS. \n\n\nPhelps  Charles  C. \n\nParker  Charles. \n\nParker  Richard  G, \n\nPeirce  John. \n\nPotter  William. \n\nPrescott  Jonathan  P. \n\nPayne  Samuel  B. \n\nPayne  .Josiah  C. \n\nPerry  Charles. \n\nPark  John  C. \n\nPope  Nathaniel  K. \n\nPrice  Henry. \n\nPhillips  Isaac. \n\nPierce  William. \n\nPerkins  William  F. \n\nPottle  ^\\'illiam  B. \n\nPerkins  Abijah  C. \n\nPerkins  Richard. \n\nPerkins  William. \n\nPeirce  John  B. \n\nPayson  John  B. \n\nPritchard  William  H. \n\nPotter  William  T. \n\nParker  Charles  A. \n\nPlumbeck  Henry. \n\nParker  John  II. \n\nPerkins  Abijah. \n\nPollock  David. \n\nPhillips  Samuel. \n\nPartridge  Henry. \n\nParker  Albert. \n\nPerkins  Samuel. \n\nPenniman  George. \n\nPrescott  Edw.  (roldsborough. \n\nPenniman  Augustus. \n\nRedman  John. \n\nRussell  James. \n\nRupp  Joseph. \n\nRich  Benjamin. \n\nRich  Samuel  H. \n\nRussell  John  C. \n\nRand  Caleb  H. \n\nRoulstone  Michael. \n\nRichardson  Benjamin  i'. \n\nRedman  William. \n\nRogers  George. \n\nRogers  Thomas. \n\nRice  John. \n\nRussell  Francis. \n\nRoulstone  John. \n\nRupp  Joseph  I). \n\nRoach  James. \n\nPvogers  Charles. \n\n\nRichardson  Edward  G. \nRichardson  Thomas. \nReed  Lemuel. \nRussell  Horatio  N. \nRichards  Charles. \nReed  Michael. \nRussell  Calvin. \nRogers  Pet«r  R.  D. \nRich  Aquila  J. \nRogers  Henry  B. \nRynex  A.  R. \nSpear  Josiah. \nSargent  Ignatius. \nSmith  Thomas. \nSullivan  James. \nSturgis  Russell. \nSpooner  John  P. \nSpooner  Charles. \nSnelling  George  H. \nSwan  Benjamin  F. \nSymmes  AVilliam. \nSnelling  Jonathan. \nSmith  Samuel. \nStimpson  Herbert  H. \nSimonds  Joshua  W. \nSmith  Benjamin. \nStanwood  William. \nSmith  James. \nSmith  Charles. \nSullivan  Thomas  R. \nStimpson  Samuel. \nStevenson  Thomas. \nStanwood  David. \nScolfield  Arthur. \nSpooner  Francis  J. \nSingleton  John. \nSingleton  Clark. \nStimpson  Frederick  H. \nSingleton  Charles. \nStevenson  George. \nSumner  Nathaniel  C. \nStanwood  Lemuel. \nSalisbury  Samuel. \nSargent  George  W. \nTucker  C.  C.  C. \nTwing  William  E. \nTilden  William. \nTileston  Robert. \nTucker  John. \nThaxter  Joseph. \nTupper  Alfred. \nTaylor  John. \n\n\nTurner  Jldward  A.  H, \nTurner  William. \nThayer  Thomas. \nTnttle  Samuel. \nThomas  Alexander. \nTaylor  Henry. \nThayer  Richard. \nTileston  William  M. \nTilden  George  W. \nTaylor  Pojbert. \nThaxter  Levi. \nWhall  William. \nWade  Henry^. \nWtx)d  Samuel  S. \nWales  Elisha. \nWinchester  Edmund. \nWeld  Charles. \nWheeler  Benjamin. \nWendell  Henry. \nWright  Stephen. \nWatson  Adolphus  Eugene. \nWillett  William. \nWhite  Henry. \nWinslow  Edward. \nAVells  John  D. \nWelch  Benjamin  R. \nWilliams  Orlando. \nWilliams  Francis  H. \nWigglesworth  Edward. \nWyman  Oliver  C. \nWinslow  Isaac. \nWaters  John. \nWalter  Lynde  M. \nWillis  Nathaniel  P. \nWithington  George  R.  M. \nWright  Chandler. \nWashburn  James. \nWhiting  Ephraim  AV. \nWest  Charles. \nWeaver  Edward. \nWhitney  James  H. \nWhitney  William. \nWheeler  George. \nWeld  Eugene. \nWilliams  John  D.  W. \nWeld  George. \nWinueberger  George,  Jr. \nWest  Edward. \nWard  George  W. \nWhitney  Jonathan. \nYoung  George. \nYoung  Alexander. \n\n\nINDEX    OF    NAMES. \n\n\nAdamB,  Abigail,  1,  2, 128. \nAdams,  John,  3,  7,  11,  18,  19,  26, \n\n28,  33,  57,  72,  79,  116,  133,  158, \n\n213,  280,  304,  339,  395,  423. \nAdams,  Charles  Francis,  276,  609. \nAdams,  Samuel,  12, 17,  60,  77,  92, \n\n94,  105,  117,  146,  156,  170,  190, \n\n200,  235,  254,  293,  309,  391. \nAdams,  Abijah,  232. \nAdams,  Zabdiel,  190. \nAdams,  John  Quincy,   149,  154, \n\n206,  2:33,  271,  360,385,  414,465, \n\n495,  578. \nAppleton,  Nathan,  642. \nAttucks,  Crispus,  20,  21,  37. \nAllen,  James,  23. \nAllen,  Ethan,  35. \nAustin,  Jonathan    Williams,  31, \n\n133. \nAtkinson,  Themlore,  45. \nAllen,  William,  64,  287,  385. \nArnold,  91. \n\nAllen,  Jeremiah,  119,  330. \nAvery,  Samuel,  120. \nAustin,  Benjamin,  121,  ISO,  30S, \n\n322. \nApthorp,  Sarah  Wentworth,  129. \nAndrews,  Benjamin,  132. \nAmes,  Fisher,  146,  206,  291,  309, \n\n383. \nAbercrorabie,  James,  161. \nAustin,  Jonathan  Loring,  172,471. \nAmorv,   Rufus  Green,  199,  277, \n\n325^  389. \nAlden,  John,  567. \nAbbot,  Benjamin,  428. \nAbbot,  John  L.,  257,  532. \nAmory,  Rebecca,  281. \nAllen,  Joseph,  285. \nAmes,  Nathaniel,  292. \nAndrews,  Anna,  300,  307. \nAngler,  Oakes,  304. \nAustin,  William,  328. \nAustin,  Charles,  339. \nAppleton,  Dorothy,  339. \nAppleton,  Isaac,  339. \nAustin,  Stephen,  370. \nAshburlon,  437. \n\nAustin,  James  Trecothic,  470,  585. \nAtwood,  Charles,  477. \nAmbrose,  Stephen,  510. \n.\\rabrose,  Hannah,  510. \nAllen,  Wilkes,  530. \nAUston,  Washington,  559,  626. \nAllen,  577. \n\nAustin,  Ivers  James,  584. \nAmory,  Elizabeth  Turner,  5S4. \n\n\nBrooks,  WiUiam  H.,  665. \nEentley,  WiUiam,  504. \nKr(X)ks,  Peter  C,  535,  611. \n\n\n58* \n\n\nBrooks,  Charlotte  Gray,  535. \n\nBrown,  Clinton,  552. \n\nBrown,  Eliza  Maria,  552. \n\nBartlett,  Ezekiel,  577. \n\nBenson,  George,  579. \n\nBailey,  Ebenezer,  582. \n\nBarrett,  Samuel,  598. \n\nBurritt,  Elihu,  510. \n\nBurton,  Warren,  496. \n\nBiglow,  WilU;un,  385,  531. \n\nBrown,  John,  2. \n\nBlake,  George,  200,  231,  253. \n\nBartlett,  Josiah,  167. \n\nBarker,  Benjamin,  2. \n\nBurke,  Acdamus,  184. \n\nBullard,  Samuel,  2. \n\nBrown,  Penuel,  10.  * \n\nBlanchard,  John,  2. \n\nBlake,  William,  253. \n\nBrvant,  Thomas,  2. \n\nBa'ldwin,  91. \n\nBisby,  Elisha,  2. \n\nBernard,   Francis,   4,  23,  44,  54, \n\n75,  212. \nBrooks,  John,  184,  200,  208,  307, \n\n336,  392,  637. \nBeardmore,  Arthur,  170. \nBowdoin,  James,  5,  11,  104,  107, \n\n381,  641. \nBrown,  Elisha,  24. \nBerkley,  George,  30. \nBalfour,  33. \nBoswell,  James,  .36. \nByles,  Mather,  37,  371. \nBm-r,  Aaron,  200,  203. \nBrown,  John  B.,  46. \nBradford,  Alden,  53,  101,  28T. \nBryant,  William  C,  508. \nBrewer,  Jonathan,  65. \nBurgoyne,  67,  174, 107,  375,  500. \nBacon,  Francis,  87. \nBolan,  John,  580. \nBalch,  Nathaniel,  90,  109. \nBriggs,  George  Nixon,  412.  498. \nBrickett,  James,  1.54. \nBarrel!,  Joseph,  157. \nBlake,  367,  369. \nBeattie,  420. \nBassett,  Francis,  405. \nBartlett,  Joseph,  405. \nBaldwin,  Loammi,  186. \nBigelow,  Andrew,  187. \nBigelow,  John  P.,  187. \nBigelow,  Timothy,  298. \nBussey,  Benjamin,  198. \nBabcock,  Adam,  198. \nBrock,  Isaac,  221. \nBurke,  Edmund,  226. \nBlake,  Joseph,  231. \nBlack,  Anna,  231. \nBlagden,  George  W.,  252. \n\n\nBlake,  Francis,  254. \nBell,  257. \n\nBrown,  Luke,  580. \nBuckminster,  Joseph  Stevens,  260. \n\n355,  391,  428. \nBowditch,  Nathaniel,  275,  411. \nBangs,  Edward,  301. \nBliss,  303. \n\nBeecher,  Lyman,  576. \nBaylies,  Francis,  303. \nBlowers,  Jarathniel,  321. \nBlowers,  Eliaibeth,  321. \nBullard,  Davis  ('.,322. \nBoyer,  Samuel,  328. \nBadlam,  Samuel,  330. \nBinney,  Amos,  356. \nBainbridge,  William,  364. \nBuckingham,  Joseph  T.,365,  501. \nBarker,  Jedediah,  371. \nBarker,  James,  373. \nBidlard,  Asa,  377,  410. \nBancroft,  George,  392,  567. \nBrace,  Anna  Pierce,  395. \nByron,  Lord,  413. \nBerttKly,  Amelia,  449. \nBatchelder,  Susan,  452. \nBatchelder,  AVilliam,  462. \nBnxiks,  Abigail  B.,  611. \nBaty,  Kachael,  254. \nBaker,  Elizabeth,  285. \nBangs,  Samuel,  322. \nBrownson,  Orestes,  458. \nBass,  Elizabeth,  560. \nBrinlev,  566. \nBlanchard,  EUza  C,  642. \nBromfield,  John,  656. \nBallister,  Joseph,  672. \nBallister,  Sarah  E.,  672. \n\nCarleton,  Jonathan,  510. \n\nCarleton,  Emily,  510. \n\nCheverus,  446,  309. \n\nChapman,  Jonathan,  23,  193,  581. \n\nCranch,  William,  30. \n\nCraiich,  Mrs.,  1. \n\nClarke,  William,  560. \n\nClarke,  Richard,  8. \n\nGushing,  John  Newlaud,  513. \n\nGushing,  Thomas,  2,  7,  11,  19,  22. \n\n85,  125,  157,  235,  612. \nGushing,  William,  560. \nGushing,  Caleb,  441,  613,  577, 652. \nGushing,  Benjamin,  358. \nChanning,  Edward  Tyrell,  384. \nCarleton,  Guy,  199. \nChipman,  Ward,  199. \nChamberlain,  Samuel,  2. \nClaxton,  Timothy,  508. \nOlevt'land,  71. \nClark,  Henry  G.,  o5ki. \nCushman.  Lsaac,  2. \n\n\n690 \n\n\nINDEX    OF   NAMES. \n\n\nCollins,  John,  165. \n\nCollins,  Abigail,  165. \n\nCooper,  t'ainuel,  7,  9,  10,  48,  87, \n\n108,  117,  122, 126, 128, 157, 174. \n<vOoI>?y,  Aaron,  581. \nCooper,  WiUiiim,  7,  9,  60, 156, 174. \nCrowell,  William,  502. \nCopley,  Richard,  8. \nCopley,  John  S.,  8,  107. \nChatham,  8,  120,  268. \nChauncey,  Cliarles,  10,  23, 32, 174. \n(.\"arr.  Col.,  14. \n(^hild,  Lydia  Maria,  14. \nCaldwell,  James,  20. \nC.arr,  Patrick,  20. \nCaiiie,  M;!j<)r,  40. \nCruikshank,  Alexander,  20. \nCheckky,  Richard,  23. \n<;iarke,  Jauie.s  Freeman,  221. \n('hanninfj,   William    Ellei-y,   476, \n\n568,  322,  385,  612. \nCampbell,  Thomas,  418. \ni  ^irtis,  Charles  Pelham,  400,  550, \n\n500,  660. \nCurtis,  lieorge  Ticknor,  594,  G45. \nChurch,  Benjamin,  37,  60,  92. \nCallender,  John,  201,  257. \nCullender,  Kleazer,  257. \nClapham,  Mary,  38,  09,  79,  122. \n('ole,  Henry,  45. \nCambell,  John  R.,  580. \nCampbell,  William,  77. \nConaut,  82. \nCutler,  Susan,  586. \n(.'utler,  Plinv,  586. \nCarleton,  101. \n\nftinninpham,  William,  116,  117. \nCabot,  George,  202,  206,  288,  303. \n('abot,  Henry,  206. \nCabot,  Elizabeth,  288. \nCurtis,  Benjamin,  596. \nCraig,  James,  207. \nCass,  Lewis,  606. \nCondy,  Jeremiah,  222. \nCrafts,  Thomas,  230. \nClay,  Henry,  261,  435,  592. \nOlver,  Nathaniel,  276. \nCarter,  James,  284. \nCushing,  Charles,  310. \nCushing,  Sarah,  310. \n«'linton,  De  Witt,  317,  340. \nChanning,  Francis  Dana,  322. \nClough,  Ivlienezer,  324,  391. \nC<Himaii,  John,  333. \n(^olumbuf?,  359,  640. \n(^hoate,  Rufus,  395,  586,  630,  649. \n('ordis,  Siirah  Eliza,  403. \nCushing,  Mary,  419. \nChild,  iJavid  I>ee,  420,  577. \nI'hesterlield,  420. \nChase,  Thomas,  42S. \nChase,  Irah,  456. \n(\"raHford,  William  II.,  451,  4.\")2. \nCotton,  John,  459. \nt-'liaiming,  Walt<T,  465. \n<;raiie,  Margaret,  495. \nCart'.r,  500. \n< 'oilier,  William,  578. \n<'liipp,  Noah,  .529. \n(lapp,  Lucy,  529. \nt^unmings,  Sarah,  552. \n<,\"rowningshield,  567. \nCruft,  l^lward,  .Ir.,  570. \nChandler,  Peleg  W.,  613. \nCleveland,  Martha  Ann,  615. \nClevekmd,  Parker,  615. \nCobden  Richard,  622,  608. \nCavaignac,  332. \nChampney,  Jonas  C,  343. \nCamden,  458. \n\n\nCoffin,  Isaac,  566. \nCummings,  David,  588. \nCombe,  Andrew,  608. \nCary,  Thomas  Greaves,  653. \nCurtis,  Catharine  S.,  660. \nClapp,  Asa,  663. \nClapp,  EUzabeth,  663. \n\nDavis,  Joseph,  2. \n\nDrowne,  Samuel,  22. \n\nDalrymple,  12,  14,  16,  75. \n\nDerby,  John  B.,  568. \n\nDuncan,  45. \n\nDrake,  Samuel  Gardner,  28,  36. \n\nDudley,  40,  79. \n\nDavis,  Caleb,  43. \n\nDana,  Edmund,  49. \n\nDana,  Francis,  50,  239,  389. \n\nDana,  Richard  Henry,  667. \n\nDorr,  53. \n\nDawes,  William,  81. \n\nDevens,  Richard,  82. \n\nDawes,  Thomas,  107, 110, 141, 157, \n\n307. \nDavis,  Solomon,  108. \nDavis,  157,  256,  304,  358,  563. \nDorr,  Harbottle,  157,  238. \nDutton,  Warren,  200,  321 . \nDe.xter,  Samuel,  206, 293, 301, 315, \n\n355,  370,  383,  3S7. \nDe.\\ter,  Franklin,  206,  388. \nDwight,  Theoilore,  208, 388. \nDickens,  Charles,  272,  497,  583. \nDinsmore,  2,  284,  262. \nDwight,  Timothy,  294. \nDennie,  Joseph,  301,  370. \nDane,  Nathan,  303. \nDwight,  Jonathan,  317,  583. \nDuer,  Judge,  318. \nDanforth,  Thomas,  320. \nDurant,  Cornelius,  325. \nDearborn,  Henry  A.  S.,  360,  445. \nDearborn,  Henry,  360,  363,  391, \n\n420. \nDana,  Caroline,  403. \nDickinson,  John.  423. \nDavis,  Mary  Anr,  445. \nDavis,  Amasa,  446. \nDunlap,  Andrew,  454,  504. \nDavis,  John,  497. \nDoane,  George  W.,  502. \nDunlap,  James,  504. \nDwinette,  Justin,  555. \nDwinette,  Susan,  555. \nDerby,  Haskett,  558. \nDana,  Samuel,  559,  662. \nDwiglit,  Lucinda,  583. \nDouglas,  583. \nDowse,  Edward,  598. \nDwight,  Ednmnd,  5!»9. \nD'Estaign,  103. \nDix,  566. \n\nDerby,  John,  642. \nDerby,  Laura,  642. \n\nEliot,  John,  10,  38,  41. \nEde.s,  Benjamin,  26,  5;?,  75. \nEustis,  WilUam,  4S,  187. \nEverett,  Alexander  Hill,  64,  67, \n\n480. \nElheridge,  409. \nEmpson,  79. \n\nEmerson,  William,  126,  311. \nEliot,  Andrew,  127. \nEliot,  Ephraim,  27,  256. \nEverett,   Edward,  237,  275,  287, \n\n334,  341, 421,  525,  583,  600,645, \n\n652. \nEliot,  Samuel,  281,  288. \nEmerson,  Ralph  Waldo,  314,  344. \n\n\nEUiot,  Simon,  328. \nEverett,  David,  337. \nEverett,  John,  344,  407. \nEndicott,  John,  359. \nEly,  373. \n\nEllery,  William,  384. \nEUery,  Henrietta  S.,  384. \nEmmons,  William,  419. \nEmmons,  Richard,  419. \nEastman,  Abigail,  427. \nElliot,  453. \n\nEmerson,  George  B.,  533. \nEllsler,  Fanny,  601. \nElliot,  James  IL,  328. \nEnglish,  George  B.,  533. \n\nFales,  Lucy  Ann  C.  A.,  504. \n\nFales,  Samuel,  504. \n\nFrancis,  Lydia  Maria,  420. \n\nFcnno,  John,  10. \n\nFranklyn,  14. \n\nFleet,  Thomas,  20. \n\nFuller,  Sarah,  220. \n\nField,  21. \n\nField,  Barnum,  603. \n\nFelt,  Joseph  Barlow,  28,  117,  296. \n\nFancuil,  Peter,  29. \n\nFlint,  Timothy,  377. \n\nFoster,  William,  200,  466. \n\nF'leming,  40. \n\nFlucker,  Thomas,  41,  78. \n\nForsyth,  268. \n\nFrench,  William  E.,  45. \n\nFranklin,  Benjamin,  61,  174,  239, \n\n416,  586. \nFisher,  Jabez,  73. \nFrye,  128. \n\nFreeman,  James,  148. \nFrothingham,  Richard,  154,  500. \nFox,  Charles  James,  178. \nFoster,  Dwight,  201. \nFillmore,  MUlard,  243,  437,  611. \nFrancis,  Converse,  .305. \nFrench,  F]ben*zer,  322. \nFuller,  Timothy,  333,  494. \nForbes,  John  M.,  339. \nFarrar,  Ej)hraim  H.,  341. \nFurness,  William  H.,  342. \nFarrar,  Stephen,  344. \nFaunce,  371. \nFairbanks,  Gerry,  398. \nFarrar,  Timothy,  435. \nFisher,  John  D.,  466. \nFoster,  Sally,  494. \nFay,  Richard  Sullivan,  524. \nFay,  Samuel  P.  P.,  524. \nFelton,  Cornelius  C,  SJS. \nFisk,  Theophilus,  555. \nFoster,  Samuel  II.,  569. \nFiske,  Josiah  J.,  598. \nFessenden,  Thomas  Q.,  151. \nFields,  James  T.,  665. \n\nGould,  Hannah  F.,  517. \nGarrison,  William  Lloyd,  577. \nGarrison,  Abijah,  577. \nGardiner,  John,  168,  309,  501. \nGerry,  Catherine,  473. \nGoddard,  F'dward,  2. \nGreene,  Gardiner,  8. \nGray,  Samuel,  5,  20. \nGray,  Harrison,  67,  190. \nGray,  Benjamin,  21. \nGray,  Edward,  189,  228. \nGreenleaf,  William,  7,  8,  90. \nGreen,  Duff,  393,  403,  478. \nGage,  Thomas,  15,  30,  43,  61,  75, \n\n78,  85,  89,  161. \nGray,  Thomas,  87,  226. \nGraves,  Samuel,  62^  85, 132. \n\n\nINDEX   OF  NAMES. \n\n\n691 \n\n\nGUbert,  Samuel,  20,  342. \n\nGilbert,  Benjamin,  20,  342. \n\nGreenwood,  21,  282. \n\nGoose,  Ijaac,  45. \n\nGill,  John,  26,  53,  \"6. \n\nGould,  43,  394. \n\n(iieen,  Abigail,  29. \n\nGiu-diiier,  Vriscilla,  29. \n\nQerrj-,  Elbridge,  36,  63,  201,  476. \n\nGrenville,  George,  52. \n\nGordon,  WilUam,  69,  87. \n\nGlover,  72. \n\nGore,  Siuiiuel,  90,  108. \n\nGridley,  Jeremiah,  90,  128. \n\nGreene,  101. \n\nGates,  104,  174. \n\nGill,  Moses,  128. \n\nGardner,  John,  293. \n\nGreenleaf,  Benjamin,  477. \n\nGreenough,  WiUimn  W.,  658. \n\nGiles,  Henry,  667. \n\nGardner,  Samuel  P.,  398. \n\nGardner,  Hannah,  132. \n\nGalloway,  138. \n\nGreenleaf,  Margaret,  141. \n\nGreenough,  Thomas,  157. \n\nGibbs,  367,  391. \n\nGardiner,  Sylvester,  169,  172. \n\nGardiner,  John  S.  J.,  170,  200, \n293,  355,  500. \n\nGardiner,  Lydia,  66. \n\nGoldthwaite,  Ezekiel,  190. \n\nGrant,  Moses,  193. \n\nGarrick,  226. \nGriffith,  193. \n\nGardiner,  William  H.,  217,  344. \nGore,  Christopher,  231,  433. \nGreene,  Samuel,  477. \nGurney,  John  J.,  237. \nGrahame,  James,  276. \nGoddard,  Calvin,  317. \nGrice,  Hannah,  322. \nGleason,  Joseph,  323. \nGale,  WUliam,  381. \nGray,  Francis  C,  385. \nGoddard,  Cornelia,  395. \nGray,  John  C,  398. \n(Jray,  William,  398. \nGorham,  Benjamin,  436. \nGilman,  John  Taylor,  437. \nGreene,  Nathaniel,  449. \nGordon,  George  William,  452. \nGreenu,  Charles  Gurdon,  466. \nGiles,  Joel,  616,  657. \nGore,  Elizabeth,  2-i7. \nGardner,  Elizabeth  F.,  398. \nGray,  Ellis,  307. \nGreen,  Aaron,  125. \n\nHaskell,  Daniel  Noyes,  669. \n\nHill,  Isaac,  450. \n\nHigginson,  Stephen,  110,  334. \n\nHarris,  Margaret,  l7o. \n\nHinckley,  101. \n\nHerbert,  George,  2. \n\nHubbard,  Samuel,  394,  397,  568. \n\nHobson,  John,  2. \n\nHowe,  Susan  T.,  550. \n\nHale,  Joseph,  2. \n\nHichlwrn,  ISeiijamin,  101, 130, 141, \n\n,307. \nHowe,  William,  6,  31,  63,  66,  98, \n\n163,  167. \nHowe,  James  Blake,  530. \nHale,  John,  406. \nHancock,  John,  9,  11, 13,  19,  38, \n\n60,  72,  88,  126,  157,  197,  424. \nHayward,  Susanna,  377. \nHawke,  Mary,  72. \nHuntington,  Balph,  466. \n\n\nHuntington,  Julia  B.,  466. \nHaU,  Rowland,  69. \nHenshaw,  Charles,  ,508. \n\nIlallowell,  Benjamin,  62. \n\nHardin,  Benjamin,  518. \n\nHeath,  William,  61,  223. \n\nHill,  Henry,  45. \n\nHill,  Hannah,  37. \n\nHill,  Chiu-lotte,  478. \n\nHutchinson,  Thomas,  8,  11, 14, 53, \n75,78,108,1,39. \n\nIlolyoke,  Edward  Augustus,  159. \n\nHarrison,  Benjamin,  93. \n\nHamilton,  .\\lexandcr,  90, 202, 326. \n\nHenchman,  Haniol,  72. \n\nHomer,  Jonathan,  60. \n\nHubbard,  Tuthill,  21,  157. \n\nHalley,  Edmund,  30,  370. \n\nHinckley,  Joseph,  21. \n\nHamlet,  630. \n\nHayue,  Hobert  Y.,  440. \n\nHooton,  Uichard,  49. \n\nHood,  Charles,  362. \n\nHunt,  Samuel,  22,  471. \n\nHallett,  Benjamin  F.,  511. \n\nHastings,  42. \n\nHastings,    Edmund    Trowbridge, \n50. \n\nHolbrook,  Abraham,  90. \n\nHarper,  119. \n\nHolbrook,  Abiel,  377. \n\nHaven,  Samuel,  2.53. \n\nHolmes,  John,  245,  267. \n\nHarris,  Thaddeus  M.,  530. \n\nHammond,  Samuel,  485. \n\nHammond,  Mary,  485. \n\nHayward,  Benjamin,  184. \n\nHilliard,  195. \n\nHarris,  Thaddeus  W.,  5.30. \n\nHayes,  Mordecai  M.,  199. \n\nHillard,  George  S.,  639,  546. \n\nHale,  Nathan,  368. \n\nHenry,  John,  207. \n\nHull,  Wilhiuii,  218. \n\nHewes,  George  K.  T.,  554. \n\nHayden,  William,  272,  382. \n\nHenry,  Patrick,  592. \n\nHunt,  James,  22,  284,  471.  i \n\nHall,  Joseph,  306.  I \n\nHaskins,  Uuth,  312.  j \n\nHni)kinson,  Francis,  318. \n\nHigginson,  Susan,  323. \n\nHunt,  Mary  Le  Baron,  323. \n\nHenshaw,  David,  302,  564. \n\nllolley,  Horace,  367. \n\nHolley,  John,  368. \n\nHoUey,  Luther,  375. \n\nHarrison,  William  H.,  589. \n\nHumphries,  382. \n\nHenderson,  Mary  E.,  392. \n\nHill,  Lucy,  529. \n\nIlickling,  Thomas,  500. \n\nHickling,  Catherine  G.,  500. \n\nHutton,  Mary,  524. \n\nHutcliinsou,  Arm,  616. \n\nInches,  Henderson,  7. \nIvers,  Hannah,  174. \nIngalls,  William,  393,  552. \n\nJacob,  Relief,  329. \nJenks,  William,  326. \nJames,  John  Warren,  460. \nJames,  Ben,iamin,  460. \nJaques,  Nathan,  105. \nJennlson,  Eunice,  464. \nJefferson,  Thomas,  12,  5.5,  68,  95, \n\n132,  200,  239,  261,  318,  369. \nJackson,  Henry,  184. \nJones,  Daniel,  31. \n\n\nJones,  Thomas,  84. \n\nJones,  Jimies  A.,  477. \n\nJeffries,  John,  63. \n\nJackson,  167,  20S»,  228,  316,  326. \n\nJarvis,  Delia,  135. \n\nJarvis,  Charles,  157,  170,  307. \n\nJeffries,  David,  157. \n\nJones,  204. \n\nJackson,  Charles,  206,  294,448. \n\nJohnson,  Joshua,  240. \n\nJackson,  Andrew,  240,  452,  407, \n\n465,  537,  567. \nJay,  John,  307. \nJarvis,  Kussell,  403. \nJohnston,  D.  C,  419. \nJohnson,  Samuel,  36,  420,  612. \nJackson,  Francis,  371. \nJohnson,  Mary,  365. \nJohnson,  Louisa,  240. ' \nJudson,  Ami  H.,  456. \n\nKilson,  9. \n\nKneeland,  Abner,  505. \n\nKeppell,  William,  37. \n\nKirkby,  William,  37. \n\nKrmn,  John  M.,  570. \n\nKnight,  Thomas,  69. \n\nKno.K,  Henry,  91,  184,  316,  365. \n\nKing,  Rufus,  137,  318,  534. \n\nKent,  Mary,  154. \n\nKnapp,  Siunuel  L.,  202,  250,  419, \n\n44;j,  445. \nKossuth,  Louis,  538. \nKuhn,  John,  358. \nKey,  605. \nKettelle,  358,  415. \nKnapp,  Josiah,  377. \nKnapp,  Elizabeth,  377. \nKnapp,  Isjiac,  578. \nKnowles,  J:unes  D.,  455. \nKnowles,  Edward,  655. \nKnapp,  Jacob  N.,  500. \nKent,  624. \n\nKIrkland,  John  Thornton,  287. \nKingsbury,  Joseph,  296. \nKinsman,  Henry  Willis,  564. \n\nLangley,  Joshua,  455. \n\nLeroy,  llerman,  435. \n\nLoring,  Charles  Greely,  393. \n\nLoring,  Caleb,  394. \n\nLoring,  John,  358. \n\nLoring,  Sanmel,  358. \n\nLoring,  Thoma-s,  2. \n\nlA)rlng,  Jajnes,  148. \n\nLoring,  Edward  G.,  272. \n\nLee,  William  R.,  362. \n\nLlvcrniore,  Edward  St.  Loe,  367. \n\nLincoln,  Ezra,  412. \n\nLincoln,  Jiuues  Otis,  356. \n\nLincoln,  .4bner,  355. \n\nLincoln,  Benjamin,  84,  220,  302, \n\n310. \nLincoln,  Levi,  271,  302,  330,  377, \n\n494,  6:37. \nLewis,  Ezekiel,  2. \nLyndhm-st,  8. \n\nLathrop,  Jolm,  3,  10,  135,  255. \nLunt,  \\\\  illliun  P.,  344. \nLittle,  William,  14. \nLamb,  Thomas,  26. \nLovell,  James,  22,  20,  131,  146. \nLovell,  John,  29,  194,  198,  302. \nLowell,  84,  206,  273,  321. \nLaurens,  Henry,  236. \nLee,  Arthur,  35,  62,  175,  239. \nLawrence,  Samuel,  66. \nLawrence,  Abbott,  303. \nI.awrence,  James,  266 \nLarkin,  82. \n\n\n692 \n\n\nINDEX   OF  NAMES. \n\n\nLangilon,  174. \n\nLafayette,  187,  307,  091,  41.3. \n\nLloyd,  James,  198,  228,  391. \n\nLee,  ■William,  200. \n\nLvman,  Theodore,  210,  307,  091, \n\n5.34,  580. \nLothrop,  Samuel  K.,  21\". \nLivingston,  Edward,  241,  453. \nLong^fellow,  303. \nLucas,  326. \n\nLianartine,  A.  de,  330. \nLyon,  Lawson,  341. \nLloyd,  Fanny,  577. \nLuudy,  Benjamin,  578. \nLumpkin,  Wilson,  579. \nLincoln,  Daniel  W.,  351. \nLittle,  Frances  Boyd,  393. \nLittle,  Sempronia,  393. \nIiangley,  Susan  E.,  455. \nLangley,  Joshua,  455. \n\nMann,  Horace,  242,  477,  498,  540, \n\n598,  605. \nMiller,  323,  496. \nMarshall,  John,  296,  439,465,  478, \n\n542  555. \nMorton,  21,  69,  127,  157, 172,  260, \n\n278,  305,  329,  637. \nMay,  Samuel  J.,  344. \nMorrison,  James,  371. \nMorgridge,  Sarah,  382. \nMills,  Elijah  H.,  437. \nMason,  M  illiam  P.,  447. \nMalcom,  Howard,  456. \nMetcalf,  Theron,  14,  49,  601. \nMackintosh,  James,  459,  562. \nMooney,  468. \nMarshall,  Josiah,  493. \nSlarshall,  Emily,  493. \nMead,  508. \n\nMoseley,  Ebenezer,  514. \nMesser,  603. \nMesser,  Charlotte,  603. \nMonroe,  James,  240, \nMather,  Cotton,  256. \nMoorhead,  John,  10,  74. \nMessenger,  Daniel,  368. \n.Maverick,  Samuel,  20. \nMaverick,  Mary,  21. \nMay,  Josepli,  22,  23. \nMain,  John,  24. \nMifflin,  Thomas,  103. \nMorse,  Jedediah,  27,  117. \nMontgomery,  96, 165. \nMiddleton,  Alexander,  32. \nMaynard,  Needhara,  64. \nMontague,  William  H.,  67, 192. \nMonk.  Christopher,  79. \n\nMitchell,  83. \n\nMarett,  84. \n\nMorris,  Robert,  102, 199,  318. \n\nItlinot,  George  R.,  Ill,  127,  146, \n328. \n\nMountfort,  George,  121. \n\nMorgan,  128. \n\nMason,  Jonathan,  139,  44S. \n\nMeredith,  David,  170. \n\nMaiming,  William,  14S. \n\nMackav,  William,  157. \n\nMansfield,  169. \n\nMadison,  James,  200,  240,  435, \n340. \n\nMorgan,  Hannah,  220. \n\nMunroe,  Isaac,  322. \n\nMurray,  John,  322. \n\nMoDonough,  Thomas,  024. \n\nMcDonough,  Charlotte  T.,  324. \n\nMerrick,  Pliny,  635. \n\nMark,  82. \n\nMarlborough,  215. \n\n\nMarvel,  Andrew,  242. \nMurdock,  Sarah,  254. \nMonroe,  Stephen,  049. \nMonroe,  Susan  J.,  349. \nMarkoe,  Francis,  521. \nMacNamee,  538. \nMann,  Hennan,  605. \nMcKean,  403. \n\nNorth,  Lord,  6,  12,  26,  77. \nNewcomb,  Joseph  Warren,  49. \nNewcomb,  Kichard  E.,  68. \nNott,  Eliphalet,  260. \nNapoleon,  138,  421. \nNicholas,  332. \nNichols,  Francis,  365. \nNewhall,  Allen,  508. \nNystrom,  Adale,  596. \n\nOtis,  James,  3,  4,  11,  23,  57,  74, \n79,  117,  156,  195, 197,  334,  542. \n\nOtis,  Samuel  AUeyne,  189. \n\nOtis,  Harrison  Gray,  119, 170, 189, \n252,  268,  280, 303,  308,  310,  315, \n318,  475,  486,  534,  568,  586. \n\nOtis,  Joseph,  304. \n\nOtis,  Sophia  II.,  323. \n\nOtis,  WiUiara  F.,  493. \n\nOliver,  Andrew,  16. \n\nOatley,  Thomas,  50. \n\nOrne,  Azor,  109. \n\nOssoli,  Margaret  Fuller,  333,  459. \n\nOsgood,  Dorcas,  362. \n\nOliver,  Francis  J.,  368. \n\nOrne,  Henry,  382,  393,  568. \n\nOsgood,  542. \n\nOgilvie,  James,  559. \n\nOliver,  niomas  Fitch,  560. \n\nOliver,  Mary  L.,  560. \n\nOlcott,  Miles,  588. \n\nOlcott,  Helen,  588. \n\nO'Hara,  9. \n\nO'Connell,  Daniel,  468. \n\nOtis,  George  Alexander,  466. \n\nPalmer,  David,  657. \nPitman,  .John,  504. \nPeabodv,  Augustus,  493. \nPrescott,  Edward  G.,  500. \nPrescott,  William  H.,  500. \nPickman,  Dudley,  524. \nPickman,  Caroline  L.,  514. \nPurkitt,  Henry,  368,  554. \nPalmer,  Joseph,  559. \nPeabodv,  Nathaniel  T.,  603. \nPeabody,  Mary,  603. \nPollard,  Jonathan,  365. \nPollard,  Benjamin,  365. \nPollard,  William,  365. \nPollard,  Anne,  365. \nPierce,  Daniel,  2,  257. \nPark,  Edwards,  224. \nPaxton,  Charles,  2. \nPmcknev,  Charles  C,  208. \nPreston,  Thomas,  6,  14,  IS,  22, \n\n139. \nPickara,  Peter,  8. \nPickman,  Benjamin,  206. \nPierpont,  8,  296. \nPatterson,  Robert,  144. \nPembcrton,  Ebenezer,  10,  53,  326. \nPerkins,  Thomas  H.,  20,  202,  206, \n\n315,  655. \nPerkins,  James,  20,  655. \nPerkins,  Mary,  655. \nPickard,  Mark,  33. \nPowell,  William,  35. \nPutnam,  Samuel,  558. \nPutnam,  Israel,  64. \nPrice,  Ezekiel,  42, 157. \n\n\nPhillips,  Jonathan,  476. \nPrescott,  63, 83, 195,  202, 206, 303, \n\n385,  390,  500. \nPow^nal,  Thomas,  72. \nPercy,  Lord,  85,  106, 163. \nPaddock,  Adino,  89,  223. \nParker,  Mary,  580. \nPowell,  Charles,  118. \nPowell,  Jeremiah,  101. \nParsons,  Theophilus,  117, 239, 286, \n\n290,  379,  389,  611. \nPool,  EUzabeth,  125. \nPayne,  WiUiam,  485. \nPayne,  John  Howard,  485. \nPaine,  Robert  Treat,  129, 283, 365, \n\n235. \nPowell,  Susanna,  141. \nPickering,  154,  208,  326,  453. \nParr,  Samuel,  170. \nPitcairn,  161. \nPriestley.  Joseph,  178. \nPope,  William,  272. \nPolk,  James  Knox,  660. \nPendleton,  419. \nPotter,  508. \n\nParsons,  Charles  C,  206. \nParsons,  William,  344. \nPiUow,  247. \n\nPhillips,  John,  248,  268. \nPhillips,  Samuel,  250 \nPhillips,  George,  252. \nPhillips,  Wendell,  252. \nPhillips,  Grenville  T.,  252. \nPhillips,  Abigail,  259. \nPoindexter,  Robert,  263. \nPalfrey,  John  G.,  72, 290,  485, 644. \nParker,  Isaac,  281,  330,  355,  378, \n\n569. \nPitt,  William,  292. \nPark,  John,  302. \nPope,  Joseph,  301. \nPepperell,  WilUam,  310. \nPalfrey,  William,  485. \nPaine,  Charles,  310. \nPayson,  Philips,  314. \nPolo,  Marco,  332. \nPutnimi,  George,  364,  586. \nPutnam,  Mary  Ann,  395. \nPrince,  Thomas,  641. \nPutnam,  Jesse,  438. \nPrentiss,  448. \nPi'ince,  Joseph  IL,  453. \nPrince,  Henry,  453. \nPeabody,  Lucretia  O.,  482. \nPeabody,  Oliver,  482. \nParkman,  582,  638. \nPower,  Thomas,  586. \nParke,  Baron,  622. \nPeirce,  Joseph,  257. \nPeabody,  Oliver,  482. \nParker,  Phebc,  345. \nPalmer,  David,  657. \n\nQuincv,  1,  2,  84,  86,  284,  616. \nQuincy,  Josiah,  18,  59,  86,  104. \n\n167,  210,  251,  258,  288,  328,  328, \n\n331,  368,  415,  418. \nQuincy,  Josiah,  Jr.,  490,  65S. \n\nRand,  Benjamin,  620,  658. \nRolfe,  Baron,  622. \nRichardson,  James,  598. \nRogers,  William,  2. \nRadcliff,  Peter  W.,  370. \nRice,  John,  2. \nReynolds,  Edward,  252. \nRobbins,  Chandler,  657. \nRogers,  Nathaniel,  9. \nRogers,  William,  13,  356. \nRuggles,  Timotliy,  12,  43. \n\n\nINDEX   OP   NAMES. \n\n\n693 \n\n\nRevere,  Paul,  25,  41,  4:3,  81,  210. \n\nRochester,  53, \n\nReed,  Luraan,  656. \n\nRowe,  George,  40. \n\nRobinson,  42,  332. \n\nRees,  53,  127. \n\nReed,  62. \n\nRivington,  60. \n\nRawson,  Eliot,  72. \n\nRandolph,  Peyton,  93. \n\nRussell,  Benjamin,  109,  113,  142, \n\n191,  240,  267,  2S6, 302, 367,  554, \n\n589. \nRhea,  Daniel,  116. \nRoulstone,  142. \nRussell,  Thomas,  159. \nRussell,  Charles  Theodore,  670. \nRumford,  186. \nRoss,  Charles,  236. \nRice,  John  Parker,  270. \nRitchie,  Andrew,  325. \nReeve,  394. \nRand,  Elizabeth,  412. \nRandolph,  John,  419. \nRogers,  Daniel  D.,  448. \nRobinson,  Frederick,  524. \nRantoul,  Robert,  524,  642. \nRichardson,  George,  530. \nRice,  David,  567. \nRogers,  Margaret,  572. \nRogers,  WilUam  B.,  356. \n\nSargent,  Henry,  671. \n\nSargent,  Lucius  Manlius,  28. \n\nSpooner,  305,  371. \n\nStackpole,  William,  367. \n\nSwett,  Hannah,  362. \n\nStark,  John,  361. \n\nSmall,  John,  64. \n\nSanders,  John,  2. \n\nSargent,  Jonathan,  2. \n\nSouthworth,  Nathaniel,  2. \n\nShove,  Edward,  2. \n\nStone,  William,  2. \n\nStone,  20. \n\nStedman,  6. \n\nSmibert,  8,  30. \n\nSewall,  Jonathan,  168. \n\nSears,  David,  8, 141. \n\nScott,  John,  8. \n\nSpear,  Pool,  9. \n\nSUllman,  Samuel,  10,  222,  373. \n\nSwett,  Samuel,  64. \n\nSkene,  33,  35. \n\nSmith,  Martin,  23. \n\nStiles,  Ezra,  23. \n\nSnider,  Christopher,  25. \n\nSewani,  Catharine,  36. \n\nStevens,  Sanmel,  46. \n\nScoUay,  John,  128,  157. \n\nScollav,  Mercy,  49. \n\nScollay,  Lucy,  368. \n\nShelburne,  53,  178. \n\nSullivan,  Richard,  382. \n\nSavage,  Arthur,  67. \n\nSewell,  Samuel,  84,  557. \n\nSchuyler,  Philip,  95,  101. \n\nSavage,  Habijah,  355. \n\nSavage,  Hope,  377. \n\nStackpole,  Sarah  Creese,  367. \n\nShays,  Daniel,  187,  200. \n\nSulUvan,  George,  381. \n\nSavage,  James,  334,  353,  448. \n\nStewart,  C.  S.,  337. \n\nSulUvan,  101,  104,  118,  126,  157, \n\n174,  217,  295,  313,  355. \nSanderson,  103. \nScott,  James,  73,  106. \nSullivan,  WilUam,  111,  202,  206, \n\n313,  368,  377,  448. \n\n\nShaw,  WilUam  S.,  117,  296,  312, \n\n355,  377. \nSomes,  Thomas,  144. \nSpeakman,  Mary,  147. \nStormont,  175. \nStrong,  Caleb,  187,  203,  384. \nSmith.  Isaac,  189. \nShaw,Oakes,  195,377. \nShaw,  I^emuel,  337,  375,  397,  403, \n\n411,  582. \nSpencer,  Ambrose,  195. \nSedgwick,  Theodore,  3 IS. \nScott,  Walter,  331,  421,  542. \nSunnier,  George,  332. \nSimmer,  Horace,  332. \nSeU'ridge,  Thomas  0.,  339. \nSavage,  Thomas,  354. \nSavage,  Samuel,  377. \nStorer,  Ebenezer,  88. \nSmith,  Lucy,  186. \nStuart,  George  U.,  1S7. \nSwan,  Sarah  Webb,  314. \nSmith,  Tamar,  348, \nStory,  EUsha,  557. \nSampson,  Elizabeth,  586. \nStevenson,  Andrew,  54^3. \nSumner,  Mary,  398. \nScollay,  Anna  Wroe,  403. \nStevenson,  Margaret,  403. \nSprague,  Samuel,  409. \nSprague,  Charles,  1,  217,  377, 407, \n\n408. \nSprague,  Charles  James,  412. \nStodder,  Amelia  H.,  412. \nSouthey,  Robert,  415. \nSanborn,  Edwin  I).,  428. \nShurtleff,  Roswell,  432. \nShurtleff,  Nathaniel  13.,  35S. \nSimonds,  Ephraim,  432. \nStoughton,  ^^ilUam,  456. \nSumner,  Bradford,  449,  507. \nSparks,  Jared,  482. \nSmith,  Henry  Barney,  483. \nSnell,  508. \n\nScott,  Winfield,  521. \nSmith,  Jerome  V.  C,  552. \nSmith,  Richard  R.,  551. \nStory,  Slary  Oliver,  596. \nStuart,  Gilbert,  141,  217,  375. \nSiunner,  Charles,  277,   505,  563, \n\n611,  617,  619. \nSumner,  Charles  P.,  19,  328,  019. \nStorv,  Joseph,  269,  287,  329,  363, \n\n430,  505,  534,  541,  543,  555,  621. \nSteuben,  220. \n\nStuart,  Moses,  226,  606,  649. \nShields,  247. \n\nStilhnan,  George,  356,  54S. \nSprague,  Seth,  267. \nShaw,  Samuel,  275. \nSumner,  Job,  325. \nSprague,  Madam,  296. \nSwan,  James,  314. \nSheffield,  638. \n\nTemple,  John,  641. \n\nTaney,  Roger  B.,  663. \n\nThompson,  George,  579. \n\nThompson,  Benjamin,  491. \n\nThayer,  Joanna,  409. \n\nTudor,  WiUiam,  1,  11,  117,  135, \n\n147, 157,  229,  260,  333,  335. \nTay,  Isaiah,  2. \nTorrey,  John,  2. \nTrist,  Nicholas  P.,  538. \nTenny,  Samuel,  2. \nTroutbec,  John,  10. \nTudor,  John,  355. \nTappan,  John,  20. \nThacher,  41, 125. \n\n\nThachcr,  Peter,  106, 117, 122, 2.'.i;. \n\nThacher,  Oxenliridge,  74,  12:1. \n\nTucker,  Robert,  46. \n\nTrmnbull,  66,  75,  103,  120,  190. \n\nThomas,  Isaiah,  77,  301,  410.  637. \n\nThomas,  .Marv  U.,  6117. \n\nTurell,  108,  229. \n\nThayer,  John,  170. \n\nTufts,  Simeon,  186. \n\nThacher,  George,  201. \n\nThorndike,  Israel,  206. \n\nTaylor,  Zachary,  214,  522,  030. \n\nThompson,  Thomas  W.,  428,  433. \n\nTyler,  Lucy,  228. \n\nTucker,  John,  33S. \n\nTwiggs,  247. \n\nThurston,  William,  464. \n\nTemi)k\"man,  258. \n\nTreailwell,  Daniel,  270. \n\nTisdale,  James,  285,  559. \n\nThomas,  303. \n\nThacher,  Peter  0.,  .324. \n\nTociiueville,  330. \n\nTudor,  Frederick,  334. \n\nTyng,  Dudley  A.,  342. \n\nTravice,  Nicholas,  354. \n\nTudor,  Elizabeth,  355. \n\nTukey,  Francis,  367. \n\nTappan,  James,  428. \n\nTylrr,  John,  452,  519,  567. \n\nTaylor,  Jeremy,  459. \n\nTownsend,  Alexander,  349. \n\nTownsend,  David,  350. \n\nUpton,  Daniel  P.,  355. \nUpshur,  Abel  P.,  437. \nUpham,  199. \n\nVarnum,  Joseph  B.,  208. \nVidocq,  Eugene,  367. \nVan  Buren,  569,  611,  663. \nVaughan,  621,  630. \nVinal,  132. \nVane,  Henry,  458. \n\nWebster,  Daniel,  214,  336,  390, \n407,  421,  500,  529,  545,  550, \n563,  568,  590,  606. \n\nWhitman,  45. \n\nWaterhouse,  Samuel,  3:3,  74. \n\nWashington,  George,  34,  39,  48, \n65,  94,  no,  116,  147.  163,  187, \n216,  286,  ;305,  318,  325,  369. \n\nWinslow,  John,  64,  300. \n\nWilliams,  Samuel,  46. \n\nWilton,  Samuel,  68. \n\nWilliamson,  91. \n\nWhitcomb,  Chapman,  122,  391. \n\nWeston,  367. \n\nWelsh,  Thoma.s,  154. \n\nWillard,  Joseph,  166. \n\nWilde,  Samuel  S.,  20.5,  515. \n\nWoods,  Leonard,  326. \n\nWeUington,  215. \n\nWebb,  157,  220. \n\nWhitefield,  George,  225. \n\nWarner,  2:55,  373. \n\nWibird  Anthony,  2:36. \n\n\\\\inthrup,  Robert  C,  236,  247, \n544,  6138. \n\nWorth,  247. \n\nWendell,  Jacob,  249. \n\nWellesley,  256. \n\nWorcester,  Noah,  268. \n\nWaUack,  285. \n\nWorthington,  John,  293. \n\nAVheeler,  Theophilus,  301. \n\nWaldo,  303. \n\nWatson,  Ellen,  304. \n\nWinslow,  Isaac,  365. \n\n\n694 \n\n\nINDEX    OF  NAMES. \n\n\nWinthrop,  John,  356,  359,  458. \n\nWoodmsui,  'SH. \n\nWailriWiirtli,  John,  '2. \n\nWendell,  Mar;.'ant,  249. \n\nWiXKlliury,  Levi,  Olio. \n\nWoodbury,  IVtf  r,  tjCJ. \n\nWilliams,  K'l^'iT,  408. \n\nWelles,  Arnold,  49,  142,308. \n\nWhite,  tjlward,  2. \n\nWyman,  Anio^,  84. \n\nWest,  Saniuel,  ;i9. \n\nWest,  .St«;|»hen,  370. \n\nWard,  Richard,  2. \n\nWard,  40,  128,  1\"J5. \n\nWiliier,  .loAeph,  2. \n\nWallace,  (ieorjre  L.,  7. \n\nWhilwell,  Williiun,  8. \n\nWalsh,  Robert,  207. \n\nWhitwell,  ftunu.-l,  8,  228. \n\nWhitwell,  Runjainin,  368. \n\nVVinllirop,  Siuiiuel,  8. \n\nWattrrtton,  RolK'rt  C,  242. \n\nWare,  Henry,  .a,  3&,  480. \n\nWare,  Ashur,  382. \n\nWare,  Joseph,  ■282. \n\nWarren,  .laniest,  11. \n\nWarren.  Juhu,  29, 4«,  60, 157,  592. \n\n\nWilken,  2.3,  169. \n\nWeld,  Ucnjamiu,  37. \n\nWainwood,  40. \n\nWokott,  48. \n\nWiirren,  Kt>encwr,  128. \n\nWarren,  Ivdwiird,  68. \n\nWarren,  I'eter,  45. \n\nWarren,  John  C,  28,  46,  48,  128, \n\n141. \nWarren.  JnP(  ph,  23, 42,  45,  77, 81, \n\n85,  92,  108,  123,  300,  307,  423, \n\n592. \nWhirtton  ObiuliAli,  90. \nWilliain-i,  irj,  ll.J,  l:W. \nWall'v,  Tliomaj',  2.'i2. \nWirt,  William,  272,  302,  588. \nWebnUr,  John  W..  :;ho,  6;i.8. \nWorlliini;t'in,  Frai)ee<,  •iy8. \n\\\\  hippie,  Malhew,  604. \nWhipple,  Klwin  1'.,  Mi,  664. \nWiiihrop,  Siirah  II.,  381. \nWinthrop,  Thonuw  L.,  381,641. \nWellH,  SiUnuel  A.,:i91. \nWitherell,  Ann,  405. \nWebb,  Nathan,  411. \nWebster,  Klx-newr,  427. \nWowd,  Samuel,  429. \n\n\nWebster,  Biekiel,  431,  531. \nWhei-lock,  John,  4J3. \nWorcester,  Thomas,  435. \nWren,  Christopher,  458. \nWalsh,  Robert,  474. \nWells,  Charles  A  ,  498. \nWaile,  John,  507. \nWarfield,  Kli/jitxth,  507. \nWalker,  Aman.i,  608. \nWilde,  Caroline  K.,  515. \nWetmore,  &u-ah  Waldo,  560. \nWillis,  llenjamin,  564. \nWillis,  Kliyjibeth,  .'KU. \nWinslow,  jiubbard,  576. \nWhilmati,  Ik^njaniin,  583. \nWainwriKht,  Jonathan,  590. \nWilkinson,  James  John,  620. \nWinthrop,  Klizjilieth,  641. \nWhiu-,  Williiun  diaries,  344. \nWheaton,  Ia-vI,  62:5. \nWelles,  Arnold  V.,  642. \nW.lwt.r,  KleUher,  648. \nWhite,  Steplieti,  652. \nWhite,  CaruUne  Story,  652. \n\nYounu,  Alexander,  288  342. \nYouiifc',  Thomas,  24,  26,  77. \n\n\n","title":"The hundred Boston orators appointed by the municipal authorities and other public bodies, from 1770 to 1852; comprising historical gleanings illustrating the principles and progress of our republican institutions","updated_at":"2026-09-05T10:00:52.326106Z","urn":"urn:lemay:boston:document:the-hundred-boston-orators-appointed-by-the-municipal-authorities-and-other-public-bodies-from-1770","version":1,"withdrawn_reason":null},"urn":"urn:lemay:boston:document:the-hundred-boston-orators-appointed-by-the-municipal-authorities-and-other-public-bodies-from-1770","version_history":[{"change_note":"accessioned from the Internet Archive, item hundredbostonora00lorin","changed_by":"archive-ingest 0.1.0","recorded_at":"2026-09-05T10:00:52.629337Z","version":1}]}