Up to this time Judge Folger seemed never to care much for the bill, and I had never made any especial effort against it; but when, just at the close of the session, certain const.i.tuents of mine upon the Oswego River had shown me that there was great danger in the proposed ca.n.a.l to the water supply through the counties of Onondaga and Oswego, I opposed the measure. Thereupon Judge Folger became more and more earnest in its favor, and it soon became evident that all his power would be used to pa.s.s it during the few remaining days of the session. By his influence it was pushed rapidly through all its earlier stages, and at last came up before the Senate. It seemed sure to pa.s.s within ten minutes, when I moved that the whole matter be referred to the approaching Const.i.tutional Convention, which was to begin its sessions immediately after the adjournment of the legislature, and Judge Folger having spoken against this motion, I spoke in its favor and did what I have never done before in my life and probably shall never do again--spoke against time. There was no ""previous question"" in the Senate, no limitation as to the period during which a member could discuss any measure, and, as the youngest member in the body, I was in the full flush of youthful strength. I therefore announced my intention to present some three hundred arguments in favor of referring the whole matter to the State Const.i.tutional Convention, those arguments being based upon the especial fitness of its three hundred members to decide the question, as shown by the personal character and life history of each and every one of them. I then went on with this series of biographies, beginning with that of Judge Folger himself, and paying him most heartily and cordially every tribute possible, including some of a humorous nature.
Having given about half an hour to the judge, I then took up sundry other members and kept on through the entire morning. I had the floor and no one could dispossess me.
The lieutenant-governor, in the chair, General Stewart Woodford, was perfectly just and fair, and although Judge Folger and Mr. Murphy used all their legal acuteness in devising some means of evading the rules, they were in every case declared by the lieutenant-governor to be out of order, and the floor was in every case rea.s.signed to me. Meantime, the whole Senate, though anxious to adjourn, entered into the spirit of the matter, various members pa.s.sing me up biographical notes on the members of the convention, some of them very comical, and presently the hall was crowded with members of the a.s.sembly as well as senators, all cheering me on. The reason for this was very simple. There had come to be a general understanding of the case, namely, that Judge Folger, by virtue of his great power and influence, was trying in the last hours of the session to force through a bill for the benefit of his district, and that I was simply doing my best to prevent an injustice. The result was that I went on hour after hour with my series of biographies, until at last Judge Folger himself sent me word that if I would desist and allow the legislature to adjourn he would make no further effort to carry the bill at that session. To this I instantly agreed; the bill was dropped for that session and for all sessions: so far as I can learn it has never reappeared.
Shortly after our final adjournment the Const.i.tutional Convention came together. It was one of the best bodies of the kind ever a.s.sembled in any State, as a list of its members abundantly shows. There was much work for it, and most important of all was the reorganization of the highest judicial body in the State--the Court of Appeals--which had become hopelessly inadequate.
The two princ.i.p.al members of the convention from the city of New York were Horace Greeley, editor of the ""Tribune,"" and William M. Evarts, afterward Attorney- General, United States senator, and Secretary of State of the United States. Mr. Greeley was at first all-powerful.
As has already been seen, he had been able to prevent Judge Folger taking the presidency of the convention, and for a few days he had everything his own way. But he soon proved so erratic a leader that his influence was completely lost, and after a few sessions there was hardly any member with less real power to influence the judgments of his colleagues.
This was not for want of real ability in his speeches, for at various times I heard him make, for and against measures, arguments admirably pungent, forcible, and far-reaching, but there seemed to be a universal feeling that he was an unsafe guide.
Soon came a feature in his course which made matters worse. The members of the convention, many of them, were men in large business and very anxious to have a day or two each week for their own affairs. Moreover, during the first weeks of the session, while the main matters coming before the convention were still in the hands of committees, there was really not enough business ready for the convention to occupy it through all the days of the week, and consequently it adopted the plan, for the first weeks at least, of adjourning from Friday night till Tuesday morning. This vexed Mr. Greeley sorely. He insisted that the convention ought to keep at its business and finish it without any such weekly adjournments, and, as his arguments to this effect did not prevail in the convention, he began making them through the ""Tribune""
before the people of the State. Soon his arguments became acrid, and began undermining the convention at every point.
As to Mr. Greeley"s feeling regarding the weekly adjournment, one curious thing was reported: There was a member from New York of a literary turn for whom the great editor had done much in bringing his verses and other productions before the public--a certain Mr. Duganne; but it happened that, on one of the weekly motions to adjourn, Mr. Duganne had voted in the affirmative, and, as a result, Mr. Greeley, meeting him just afterward, upbraided him in a manner which filled the rural bystanders with consternation. It was well known to those best acquainted with the editor of the ""Tribune"" that, when excited, he at times indulged in the most ingenious and picturesque expletives, and some of Mr. Chauncey Depew"s best stories of that period pointed to this fact. On this occasion Mr. Greeley really outdid himself, and the result was that the country members, who up to that time had regarded him with awe as the representative of the highest possible morality in public and private life, were greatly dismayed, and in various parts of the room they were heard expressing their amazement, and saying to each other in awe-stricken tones: ""Why! Greeley swears!""
Ere long Mr. Greeley was taking, almost daily in the ""Tribune,"" steady ground against the doings of his colleagues. Lesser newspapers followed with no end of cheap and easy denunciation, and the result was that the convention became thoroughly, though unjustly, discredited throughout the State, and indeed throughout the country. A curious proof of this met me. Being at Cambridge, Ma.s.sachusetts, I pa.s.sed an evening with Governor Washburn, one of the most thoughtful and valuable public men of that period. In the course of our conversation he said: ""Mr. White, it is really sad to hear of the doings at your Albany convention. I can remember your const.i.tutional convention of 1846, and when I compare this convention with that, it grieves me."" My answer was: ""Governor Washburn, you are utterly mistaken: there has never been a const.i.tutional convention in the State of New York, not even that you name, which has contained so many men of the highest ability and character as the one now in session, and none which has really done better work. I am not a member of the body and can say this in its behalf."" At this he expressed his amazement, and pointed to the ""Tribune"" in confirmation of his own position. I then stated the case to him, and, I think, alleviated his distress.
But as the sessions of the convention drew to a close and the value of its work began to be clearly understood, Greeley"s n.o.bler qualities, his real truthfulness and public spirit began to a.s.sert themselves, and more than once he showed practical shrewdness and insight. Going into convention one morning, I found the question under discussion to be the election of the secretary of state, attorney-general, and others of the governor"s cabinet, whose appointment under the older const.i.tutions was wisely left to the governor, but who, for twenty years, had been elected by the people. There was a wide-spread feeling that the old system was wiser, and that the new had by no means justified itself; in fact, that by fastening on the governor the responsibility for his cabinet, the State is likely to secure better men than when their choice is left to the hurly-burly of intrigue and prejudice in a nominating convention.
The main argument made by those who opposed such a return to the old, better order of things was that the people would not like it and would be inclined to vote down the new const.i.tution on account of it.
In reply to this, Mr. Greeley arose and made a most admirable short speech ending with these words, given in his rapid falsetto, with a sort of snap that made the whole seem like one word: ""When-the-people-take-up-their- ballots-they-want-to-see-who-is-to-be-governor: that"s-all- they-care-about: they-don"t-want-to-read-a-whole-chapter- of-the-Bible-on-their-ballots.""
Unfortunately, the majority dared not risk the popular ratification of the new const.i.tution, and so this amendment was lost.
No doubt Mr. Greeley was mainly responsible for this condition of things; his impatience with the convention, as shown by his articles in the ""Tribune,"" had been caught by the people of the State.
The long discussions were very irksome to him, and one day I mildly expostulated with him on account of some of his utterances against the much speaking of his colleagues, and said: ""After all, Mr. Greeley, is n"t it a pretty good thing to have a lot of the best men in the State come together every twenty years and thoroughly discuss the whole const.i.tution, to see what improvements can be made; and is not the familiarity with the const.i.tution and interest in it thus aroused among the people at large worth all the fatigue arising from long speeches?"" ""Well, perhaps so,"" he said, but he immediately began to grumble and finally to storm in a comical way against some of his colleagues who, it must be confessed, were tiresome. Still he became interested more and more in the work, and as the new const.i.tution emerged from the committees and public debates, he evidently saw that it was a great gain to the State, and now did his best through the ""Tribune""
to undo what he had been doing. He wrote editorials praising the work of the convention and urging that it be adopted. But all in vain: the unfavorable impression had been too widely and deeply made, and the result was that the new const.i.tution, when submitted to the people, was ignominiously voted down, and the whole summer"s work of the convention went for nothing. Later, however, a portion of it was rescued and put into force through the agency of a ""Const.i.tutional Commission,"" a small body of first-rate men who sat at Albany, and whose main conclusions were finally adopted in the shape of amendments to the old const.i.tution. There was, none the less, a wretched loss to the State.
During the summer of 1867 I was completely immersed in the duties of my new position at Cornell University; going through various inst.i.tutions in New England and the Western States to note the workings of their technical departments; visiting Ithaca to consult with Mr. Cornell and to look over plans for buildings, and credentials for professorships, or, shut up in my own study at Syracuse, or in the cabins of Cayuga Lake steamers, drawing up schemes of university organization, so that my political life soon seemed ages behind me.
While on a visit to Harvard, I was invited by Aga.s.siz to pa.s.s a day with him at Nahant in order to discuss methods and men. He entered into the matter very earnestly, agreed to give us an extended course of lectures, which he afterward did, and aided us in many ways. One remark of his surprised me. I had asked him to name men, and he had taken much pains to do so, when suddenly he turned to me abruptly and said: ""Who is to be your professor of moral philosophy? That is by far the most important matter in your whole organization.""
It seemed strange that one who had been honored by the whole world as probably the foremost man in natural science then living, and who had been denounced by many exceedingly orthodox people as an enemy of religion, should take this view of the new faculty, but it showed how deeply and sincerely religious he was. I soon rea.s.sured him on the point he had raised, and then went on with the discussion of scientific men, methods, and equipments.
I was also asked by the poet Longfellow to pa.s.s a day with him at his beautiful Nahant cottage in order to discuss certain candidates and methods in literature. Nothing could be more delightful than his talk as we sat together on the veranda looking out over the sea, with the gilded dome of the State House, which he pointed out to me as ""The Hub,"" in the dim distance. One question of his amused me much. We were discussing certain recent events in which Mr. Horace Greeley had played an important part, and after alluding to Mr. Greeley"s course during the War, he turned his eyes fully but mildly upon me and said slowly and solemnly: ""Mr. White, don"t you think Mr. Greeley a very useless sort of man?"" The question struck me at first as exceedingly comical; for, I thought, ""Imagine Mr. Greeley, who thinks himself, and with reason, a useful man if there ever was one, and whose whole life has been devoted to what he has thought of the highest and most direct use to his fellow-men, hearing this question put in a dreamy way by a poet,--a writer of verse,--probably the last man in America whom Mr.
Greeley would consider "useful." "" But my old admiration for the great editor came back in a strong tide, and if I was ever eloquent it was in showing Mr. Longfellow how great, how real, how sincere, and in the highest degree how useful Mr. Greeley had been.
Another man of note whom I met in those days was Judge Rockwood h.o.a.r, afterward named by General Grant Attorney-General of the United States, noted as a profound lawyer of pungent wit and charming humor, the delight of his friends and the terror of his enemies. I saw him first at Harvard during a compet.i.tion for the Boylston prize at which we were fellow-judges. All the speaking was good, some of it admirable; but the especially remarkable pieces were two. First of these was a recital of Washington Irving"s ""Broken Heart,"" by an undergraduate from the British provinces, Robert Alder McLeod. Nothing could be more simple and perfect in its way; nothing more free from any effort at orating; all was in the most quiet and natural manner possible. The second piece was a rendering of Poe"s ""Bells,"" and was a most amazing declamation, the different sorts of bells being indicated by changes of voice ranging from ba.s.so profondo to the highest falsetto, and the feelings aroused in the orator being indicated by modulations which must have cost him months of practice.
The contest being ended, and the committee having retired to make their award, various members expressed an opinion in favor of Mr. McLeod"s quiet recital, when Judge h.o.a.r, who had seemed up to that moment immersed in thought, seemed suddenly to awake, and said: ""If I had a son who spoke that bell piece in that style I believe I"d choke him."" The vote was unanimously in favor of Mr. McLeod, and then came out a curious fact. Having noticed that he bore an empty sleeve, I learned from Professor Peabody that he had lost his arm while fighting on the Confederate side in our Civil War, and that he was a man of remarkably fine scholarship and n.o.ble character.
He afterward became an instructor at Harvard, but died early.
During the following autumn, in spite of my absorption in university interests, I was elected a delegate to the State Convention, and in October made a few political speeches, the most important being at Clinton, the site of Hamilton College. This was done at the special request of Senator Conkling, and on my way I pa.s.sed a day with him at Utica, taking a long drive through the adjacent country.
Never was he more charming. The bitter and sarcastic mood seemed to have dropped off him; the overbearing manner had left no traces; he was full of delightful reminiscences and it was a day to be remembered.
I also spoke at various other places and, last of all, at Clifton Springs, but received there a rebuff which was not without its uses.
I had thought my speeches successful; but at the latter place, taking the cars next morning, I heard a dialogue between two railway employees, as follows:
""Bill, did you go to the meetin" last night?"" ""Yes.""
""How was it?"" ""It wa"n"t no meetin", leastwise no P"LITICAL meetin"; there wa"n"t nothin" in it fur the boys; it was only one of them scientific college purfessors lecturin".""
And so I sped homeward, pondering on many things, but strengthened, by this homely criticism, in my determination to give my efforts henceforth to the new university.
CHAPTER IX
GENERAL GRANT AND SANTO DOMINGO--1868-1871
During the two or three years following my senatorial term, work in the founding and building of Cornell University was so engrossing that there was little time for any effort which could be called political. In the early spring of 1868 I went to Europe to examine inst.i.tutions for scientific and technological instruction, and to secure professors and equipment, and during about six months I visited a great number of such schools, especially those in agriculture, mechanical, civil, and mining engineering and the like in England, France, Germany, and Italy; bought largely of books and apparatus, discussed the problems at issue with Europeans who seemed likely to know most about them, secured sundry professors, and returned in September just in time to take part in the opening of Cornell University and be inaugurated as its first president. Of all this I shall speak more in detail hereafter.
There was no especial temptation to activity in the political campaign of that year; for the election of General Grant was sure, and my main memory of the period is a visit to Auburn to hear Mr. Seward.
It had been his wont for many years, when he came home to cast his vote, to meet his neighbors on the eve of the election and give his views of the situation and of its resultant duties. These occasions had come to be antic.i.p.ated with the deepest interest by the whole region round about, and what had begun as a little gathering of neighors had now become such an a.s.sembly that the largest hall in the place was crowded with voters of all parties.
But this year came a disappointment. Although the contest was between General Grant,--who on various decisive battle-fields had done everything to save the administration of which Mr. Seward had been a leading member, --and on the other side, Governor Horatio Seymour, who had done all in his power to wreck it, Mr. Seward devoted his speech to optimistic generalities, hardly alluding to the candidates, and leaving the general impression that one side was just as worthy of support as the other.
The speech was an unfortunate ending of Mr. Seward"s career. It was not surprising that some of his old admirers bitterly resented it, and a remark by Mr. Cornell some time afterward indicated much. We were arranging together a program for the approaching annual commencement when I suggested for the main address Mr.
Seward. Mr. Cornell had been one of Mr. Seward"s lifelong supporters, but he received this proposal coldly, pondered it for a few moments silently, and then said dryly, ""Perhaps you are right, but if you call him you will show to our students the deadest man that ain"t buried in the State of New York."" So, to my regret, was lost the last chance to bring the old statesman to Cornell. I have always regretted this loss; his presence would have given a true consecration to the new inst.i.tution. A career like his should not be judged by its little defects and lapses, and this I felt even more deeply on receiving, some time after his death, the fifth volume of his published works, which was largely made up of his despatches and other papers written during the war. When they were first published in the newspapers, I often thought them long and was impatient at their optimism, but now, when I read them all together, saw in them the efforts made by the heroic old man to keep the hands of European powers off us while we were restoring the Union, and noted the desperation with which he fought, the encouragement which he infused into our diplomatic representatives abroad, and his struggle, almost against fate, in the time of our reverses, I was fascinated. The book had arrived early in the evening, and next morning found me still seated in my library chair completely absorbed in it.
In the spring of the year 1870, while as usual in the thick of university work, I was again drawn for a moment into the current of New York politics. The long wished for amendment of the State const.i.tution, putting our highest tribunal, the Court of Appeals, on a better footing than it had ever been before, making it more adequate, the term longer, and the salaries higher, had been pa.s.sed, and judges were to be chosen at the next election. Each of the two great parties was ent.i.tled to an equal number of judges, and I was requested to go to the approaching nominating convention at Rochester in order to present the name of my old friend and neighbor, Charles Andrews.
It was a most honorable duty, no man could have desired a better candidate, and I gladly accepted the mandate. Although it was one of the most staid and dignified bodies of the sort which has ever met in the State, it had as a preface a pleasant farce.
As usual, the seething cauldron of New York City politics had thrown to the surface some troublesome delegates, and among them was one long famed as a ""Tammany Republican.""
Our first business was the choice of a president for the convention, and, as it had been decided by the State committee to present for that office the name of one of the most respected judges in the State, the Honorable Platt Potter, of Schenectady, it was naturally expected that some member of the regular organization would present his name in a dignified speech. But hardly had the chairman of the State committee called the convention to order when the aforesaid Tammany Republican, having heard that Judge Potter was to be elected, thought evidently that he could gain recognition and applause by being the first to present his name. He therefore rushed for- ward, and almost before the chairman had declared the convention opened, cried out: ""Mr. Chairman, I move you, sir, that the Honorable "Pot Platter" be made president of this convention."" A scream of laughter went up from all parts of the house, and in an instant a gentleman rose and moved to amend by making the name ""Platt Potter."" This was carried, and the proposer of the original motion retired crestfallen to his seat.
I had the honor of presenting Mr. Andrews"s name.
He was nominated and elected triumphantly, and so began the career of one of the best judges that New York has ever had on its highest court, who has also for many years occupied, with the respect and esteem of the State, the position of chief justice.
The convention then went on to nominate other judges, --nomination being equivalent to election,--but when the last name was reached there came a close contest. An old friend informed me that Judge Folger, my former colleague in the Senate and since that a.s.sistant treasurer of the United States in the city of New York, was exceedingly anxious to escape from this latter position, and desired greatly the nomination to a judgeship on the Court of Appeals.
I decided at once to do what was possible to secure Judge Folger"s nomination, though our personal relations were very unsatisfactory. Owing to our two conflicts at the close of our senatorial term above referred to, and to another case where I thought he had treated me unjustly, we had never exchanged a word since I had left the State Senate; and though we met each other from time to time on the board of Cornell University trustees, we pa.s.sed each other in silence. Our old friendship, which had been very dear to me, seemed forever broken, but I felt deeply that the fault was not mine. At the same time I recognized the fact that Judge Folger was not especially adapted to the position of a.s.sistant treasurer of the United States, and was admirably fitted for the position of judge in the Court of Appeals. I therefore did everything possible to induce one or two of the delegations with which I had some influence to vote for him, dwelling especially upon his former judgeship, his long acquaintance with the legislation of the State, and his high character, and at last he was elected by a slight majority.
The convention having adjourned, I was on my way to the train when I was met by Judge Folger, who had just arrived. He put out his hand and greeted me most heartily, showing very deep feeling as he expressed his regret over our estrangement. Of course I was glad that bygones were to be bygones, and that our old relations were restored. He became a most excellent judge, and finally chief justice of the State, which position he left to become Secretary of the Treasury.
To the political cataclysm which ended his public activity and doubtless hastened his death, I refer elsewhere.
As long as he lived our friendly relations continued, and this has been to me ever since a great satisfaction.
In this same year, 1870, occurred my first extended conversation with General Grant. At my earlier meeting with him when he was with President Johnson in Albany, I had merely been stiffly presented to him, and we had exchanged a few commonplaces; but I was now invited to his cottage at Long Branch and enjoyed a long and pleasant talk with him. Its main subject was the Franco-German War then going on, and his sympathies were evidently with Germany. His comments on the war were prophetic.
There was nothing dogmatic in them; nothing could be more simple and modest than his manner and utterance, but there was a clearness and quiet force in them which impressed me greatly. He was the first great general I had ever seen, and I was strongly reminded of his mingled diffidence and mastery when, some years afterward, I talked with Moltke in Berlin.
Another experience of that summer dwells in my memory.
I was staying, during the first week of September, with my dear old friend, Dr. Henry M. Field, at Stockbridge, in the Berkshire Mountains of Ma.s.sachusetts, and had the good fortune, at the house of his brother, the eminent jurist, David Dudley Field, to pa.s.s a rainy evening in company with Mr. Burton Harrison, who, after a distinguished career at Yale, had been the private secretary of Jefferson Davis, president of the Southern Confederacy.
On that evening a storm had kept away all but a few of us, and Mr. Harrison yielded to our entreaties to give us an account of Mr. Davis"s flight at the surrender of Richmond, from the time when he quietly left his pew in St. Paul"s Church to that of his arrest by United States soldiers. The story was most vivid, and Mr. Harrison, as an eye witness, told it simply and admirably. There had already grown out of this flight of Mr. Davis a most luxuriant tangle of myth and legend, and it had come to be generally believed that the Confederate president had at last endeavored to shield himself behind the women of his household; that when arrested he was trying to escape in the attire of his wife, including a hooped skirt and a bonnet, and that he was betrayed by an incautious display of his military boots beneath his wife"s flounces. The simple fact was that, having separated from his family party, and seeking escape to the coast or mountains, he was again and again led by his affection for his family to return to them, his fears for them overcoming all care for himself; and that, as he was suffering from neuralgia, he wore over his clothing, to guard him from the incessant rain, Mrs. Davis" waterproof cloak. Out of this grew the legend which found expression in jubilant newspaper articles, songs, and caricatures.