Something of Men I Have Known Part 30
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'Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops,'
and then, as if forecasting a scene to strike horror even in 'States unborn and in accents yet unknown,' the exclamation:
'I must be gone and live, Or stay and die!'
"High on the list of the world's benefactors write the name of Joe Jefferson, as one who loved his fellow-men. Whatever betide, his fame is secure. 'Age cannot wither'; it was in very truth high privilege to have known him; to have met him face to face.
"There come moments to all when we gladly put aside the masterpieces of the great bard, and find solace in simpler lays; such as, it may be, appear of kins.h.i.+p with the happenings of daily life.
The mighty thoughts of the former unceasingly suggest life's endless toil and endeavor.
"In words that have touched many hearts our own poet suggests:
'Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart; . . . . . . .
Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care.'
"And so, there are times when the stately rendition of the masterpieces, even with the greatest tragedians in the role, weary us, and we give glad welcome to Bob Acres with 'his courage oozing out at his finger ends,' or to dear old Rip and 'Here's to yourself and to your family. Jus' one more; _this one won't count!'_
"The superb acting of Irving in Louis the Eleventh; the grandeur of Forrest with 'Oth.e.l.lo's occupation gone'; of McCullough in Macbeth, 'supped full with horrors'; even of Booth with the ever-recurring 'To be, or not to be,' the eternal question, all pa.s.s with the occasion. But who can forget the gladsome hours of mingled pathos and mirth with glorious Joe Jefferson, the star!
His life was hourly the ill.u.s.tration of the sublime truth:
'There is nothing so kingly as kindness.'
"Upon his tablet might truly be written:
'He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear but when he died.'
"It is ever an ungracious task to speak in terms of disparagement of a lady. There is one, however, of whom, even in this gracious presence, I am constrained to speak without restraint. To the splendid a.s.semblage before me she was unknown; possibly, however, some veteran upon this platform may have enjoyed her personal acquaintance. I refer to the late Mrs. Macbeth. I would not be misunderstood. My criticism of the conduct of this lady has no reference to her share in the 'taking off' of the venerable Duncan.
Even barring her gentle interposition, he would long ere this have 'paid his breath to time and mortal custom.' My cause of complaint is more serious and far-reaching. It will be remembered that her high-placed husband upon a time was the victim of insomnia.
In his wakeful hours, as he tossed upon his couch, he even made the confession, now of record, that
'Glamis hath murdered sleep.'
"He apparently drew no comfort from the reflection that his late benefactor, the murdered king,
'After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.'
"Burdened with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls, the sometimes Thane of Cawdor indulged in an apostrophe to 'the dull G.o.d' which has enduring place in all language:
'Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in Life's feast, ----'
"At this crucial moment, came the untimely interruption of Mrs.
Macbeth, demanding of her husband, _'What do you mean?'_
"The spell was broken, and for all time the sublime apostrophe to sleep unfinished. What he might next have said, whose lips can tell? Words possibly to be spoken by every tongue, to be crystallized into every language. Her ill-fated interruption can never be forgiven. The practical lesson to be drawn, one for all the ages, is the peril involved in a wife's _untimely interruption_ of the wise observations and sage reflections of her husband.
"This coming together to-night may justify the remark that satire upon the proverbial caution of candidates in expressing an opinion _upon any subject_ was perhaps never better ill.u.s.trated than in the incident now to be related. Upon a time many years ago, when approaching the Capitol from Pennsylvania Avenue in company with my friend Proctor Knott, a tall, solemn-appearing individual addressed the latter as follows; 'Mr. Knott, I would like to have your opinion as to which is the best play, "Hamlet" or "Macbeth."'
With a characteristic expression of countenance, Knott, with deprecatory gesture, slowly replied:
"'My friend, don't ask me that question; I am a politician, a candidate for Congress, and my district is about equally divided; Hamlet has his friends down there, and Macbeth has his, and _I will take no part between them.'_
"This observation recalls an incident of recent occurrence in a neighboring city. A friend of mine, a minister of the Gospel--you will bear in mind that my friends are not _all_ actors--and this recalls the dilemma of a candidate who, upon inquiry as to the comparative merits of heaven and its antipode, cautiously declined to express an opinion, on the ground that _he had friends in both places_--this minister, upon being installed in a new pastorate, was almost immediately requested to preach at the funeral of a prominent member of his congregation. Unacquainted as he was with the life of the deceased, he made inquiry as to his last utterances.
"He recalled the last words of Webster, 'I am content'; of John Quincy Adams, 'This is the last of earth'; and even the cheerless exclamation of Mirabeau, 'Let my ears be filled with martial music, crown me with flowers, and thus shall I enter on my eternal sleep.'
Charged with these reflections, and hoping to find the nucleus of a funeral sermon, the minister made inquiry of the son of the deceased paris.h.i.+oner, 'What were the last words of your father?' The unexpected reply was 'Pap he didn't have _no last words;_ mother she just stayed by him till he died.'
"And now, my friends, as the curtain falls, my last words to you:
'Say not Good-night, But in some brighter clime Bid me Good-morning!'"
XXIX THE LOST ART OF ORATORY
DANIEL WEBSTER'S SPEECHES--HIS PATRIOTIC SERVICE IN FORMULATING THE ASHBURTON TREATY--PRENTISS'S DEFENCE OF THE RIGHT OF MISSISSIPPI TO REPRESENTATION--THE EFFECT OF HIS ELOQUENCE ON A MURDERER--HIS PLEA FOR MERCY TO A CLIENT--WEBSTER WINS AN APPARENTLY HOPELESS CASE--INGERSOLL'S REVIEW OF THE CAREER OF NAPOLEON--HON. ISAAC N. PHILLIPS'S EULOGY UPON ABRAHAM LINCOLN--SENATOR INGALLS'S TRIBUTE TO A COLLEAGUE--A SINGLE ELOQUENT SENTENCE FROM EDWARD EVERETT-- SPEECH OF NOMINATION FOR WILLIAM J. BRYAN--MR. BRYAN'S ELOQUENCE --CLOSING SENTENCES OF HIS "PRINCE OF PEACE."
One of the must cultured and entertaining gentlemen I have ever known was the late Gardner Hubbard. His last years were spent quietly in Was.h.i.+ngton, but earlier in life he was an active member of the Ma.s.sachusetts bar.
In my conversations with him he related many interesting incidents of Daniel Webster, with whom he was well acquainted. In the early professional life of Hubbard, Mr. Webster was still at the bar; his speech for the prosecution in the memorable Knapp murder trial has been read with profound interest by three generations of lawyers.
As a powerful and eloquent discussion of circ.u.mstantial evidence, in all its phases, it scarcely has a parallel; quotations from it have found their way into all languages. How startling his description of the stealthy tread of the a.s.sa.s.sin upon his victim! We seem to stand in the very presence of murder itself:
"Deep sleep had fallen on the destined victim and on all beneath his roof. A healthful old man, to whom sleep was sweet, and the first sound slumbers of the night held him in their soft but strong embrace. The a.s.sa.s.sin enters through the window, already prepared, into an unoccupied apartment. With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half lighted by the moon; he winds up the ascent of the stairs, and reaches to door of the chamber .... The face of the innocent sleeper is turned from the murderer, and the beams of the moon, resting on the gray locks of his aged temple, show him where to strike. The fatal blow is given, and the victim pa.s.ses, without a struggle, from the repose of sleep to the repose of death. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, pa.s.ses out through it as he came in, and escapes.
He has done the murder. No eye has seen him, no ear has heard him.
The secret is his own, and it is safe."
The speech throughout shows Webster to have been the perfect master of the human heart,--of its manifold and mysterious workings. What picture could be more vivid than this?
"Such a secret can be safe nowhere. The whole creation of G.o.d has neither nook nor corner where the guilty can bestow it and say it is safe. Not to speak of that eye which pierces through all disguises and beholds everything as in the splendor of noon, such secrets of guilt are never safe from detection even by men.
True it is, generally speaking, that murder will out. True it is, that Providence hath so ordained, and doth so govern things, that those who break the great law of Heaven by shedding man's blood seldom succeed in avoiding discovery. Meantime the guilty soul cannot keep its own secret. It is false to itself; or rather, it feels an irresistible impulse of conscience to be true to itself.
It labors under its guilty possession, and knows not what to do with it. The human heart was not made for the residence of such an inhabitant."
The closing sentences of the speech--which resulted in the conviction and execution of the prisoner--will endure in our literature unsurpa.s.sed as an inspiration to duty:
"There is no evil that we cannot either face or fly from but the consciousness of duty disregarded. A sense of duty pursues us ever. It is omnipresent like the Deity. If we take to ourselves the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, duty performed, or duty violated, is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. If we say, 'the darkness shall cover us,'
in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us.
We cannot escape their power, nor fly from their presence. They are with us in this life, will be with us at its close; and in that scene of inconceivable solemnity which lies yet farther onward, we shall still find ourselves surrounded by the consciousness of duty, to pain us wherever it has been violated, and to console us so far as G.o.d may have given us grace to perform it."
Upon one occasion, when in Boston, Mr. Hubbard and I visited together Faneuil Hall. He pointed out the exact place upon the platform where he saw Mr. Webster stand when he delivered his speech in vindication of his course in remaining in the Cabinet of President Tyler after all his Whig colleagues had resigned. The schism in the Whig ranks, occasioned by the veto of party measures, paramount in the Presidential contest of 1840, and the bitter antagonism thereby engendered between Henry Clay and President Tyler, will readily be recalled. The rupture mentioned occasioned the retirement of the entire Cabinet appointed by the late President Harrison, except Mr. Webster, the Secretary of State. His reasons for remaining were in the highest degree patriotic, and his speech in Faneuil Hall a triumphant vindication. The enduring public service he rendered while in a Cabinet with which he had not partisan affiliation was formulating, in conjunction with the British Minister, the Ashburton treaty. If Mr. Webster had rendered no other public service, this alone would have ent.i.tled him to the grat.i.tude of the country. This treaty, advantageous from so many points of view to the United States, adjusted amicably the protracted and perilous controversy--unsettled by the convention at Ghent--of our northeastern boundary, and possibly prevented a third war between the two great English-speaking nations. The words once uttered of Burke could never with truth be spoken of Webster: "He gave to party that which was intended for his country."
Mr. Hubbard insisted that the speech mentioned stood unrivalled in the realm of sublime oratory. He declared that the intervening years had not dimmed his recollection of the appearance of "the G.o.d-like Webster" when he exclaimed "The Whig party die! The Whig party die! Then, Mr. President, _where shall I go?"_
Some years before, I heard Wendell Phillips allude to the above speech in his celebrated lecture upon Daniel O'Connell. He said, when the startling words, "Then, Mr. President, where shall I go?" fell from the lips of the mighty orator, a feeling of awe pervaded the vast a.s.semblage; something akin to an awful foreboding that the world would surely come to an end when there was no place in it for Daniel Webster.
This seems a fitting place to allude to possibly the highest tribute ever paid by one great orator to another--in the loftiest sense, a tribute of genius to genius. Mr. Hubbard told me he was one of the immense audience gathered in Faneuil Hall to ratify the nomination of Harrison and Tyler soon after the adjournment of the Whig National Convention in 1840. Edward Everett presided; and among the speakers were Winthrop, Choate, Webster, and the gifted Sargent S. Prentiss of Mississippi. The eloquence of the last named was a proverb in his day. He had but recently delivered a speech in the House, vindicating his right to his seat as a Representative from Mississippi, which cast a spell over all who heard it, and which has come down to the present generation as one of the masterpieces of oratory. The closing sentence of this wondrous speech--a thousand times quoted--was: "Deny her representation upon this floor; then, Mr. Speaker, strike from yonder escutcheon the star that glitters to the name of Mississippi--and leave only the stripe, fit emblem of her degradation!"
Upon the conclusion of Prentiss's Faneuil Hall speech, just mentioned, amidst a tumult of applause such as even Faneuil Hall had rarely witnessed, Mr. Everett, turning to Mr. Webster, inquired: "Did you ever hear the equal of that speech?" "Never but once," was the deep-toned reply, "and then from Prentiss himself."
Judge Baldwin, his long-time a.s.sociate at the bar of Mississippi, has given a vivid description of the effect of the power of Mr. Prentiss before the jury in the prosecution of a noted highwayman and murderer in that State:
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