Eulogy on Abraham Lincoln, before the Municipal Authorities
of the City of Boston, June 1, 1865.
Think nothing of me, take no thought for the political fate of any man
whomsoever, but come back to the truths that are in the Declaration of Independence.
You may do anything with me you choose, if you will but
heed these sacred principles. You may not only defeat me for the Senate,
but you may take me and put me to death.—Abraham Lincoln: Crosby’s
Life of Lincoln, p. 33.
They [colored people having the ballot] would probably help, in some
trying time to come, to keep the jewel of Liberty in the family of Freedom.—Ibid.,
Letter to Michael Hahn, of Louisiana, March 13, 1864:
McPherson’s Political History of the United States during Reconstruction,
p. 20, note.
Omnia incrementa sua sibi debuit, vir novitatis nobilissimæ.—Velleius
Paterculus, Historia, Lib. II. cap. 34, § 3.
Offensarum inimicitiarumque minime memor executorve.—Suetonius,
Vespasianus, Cap. XIV.
In the universe of God there are no accidents. From
the fall of a sparrow to the fall of an empire or the
sweep of a planet, all is according to Divine Providence,
whose laws are everlasting. No accident gave to his
country the patriot we now honor. No accident snatched
this patriot, so suddenly and so cruelly, from his sublime
duties. Death is as little an accident as life.
Never, perhaps, in history has this Providence been more
conspicuous than in that recent procession of events,
where the final triumph is wrapped in the gloom of
tragedy. It is our present duty to find the moral of
the stupendous drama.
For the second time in our annals, the country is
summoned by the President to unite, on an appointed
day, in commemorating the life and character of the
dead. The first was on the death of George Washington,
when, as now, a day was set apart for simultaneous
eulogy throughout the land, and cities, towns,
and villages all vied in tribute. Since this early observance
for the Father of his Country more than half
a century has passed, and now it is repeated in tribute
to Abraham Lincoln.
Thus are Washington and Lincoln associated in the
grandeur of their obsequies. But this association is not
accidental. It is from the nature of things, and because
the part Lincoln was called to perform resembled in
character the part performed by Washington. The work
left undone by Washington was continued by Lincoln.
Kindred in service, kindred in patriotism, each is surrounded
in death by kindred homage. One sleeps in
the East, the other sleeps in the West; and thus, in
death, as in life, one is the complement of the other.
The two might be compared after the manner of
Plutarch; but it must suffice for the present to glance
only at points of resemblance and of contrast, so as to
recall the parts they respectively performed.
Each was head of the Republic during a period of
surpassing trial; and each thought only of the public
good, simply, purely, constantly, so that single-hearted
devotion to country will always find a synonym in their
names. Each was national chief during a time of successful
war. Each was representative of his country
at a great epoch of history. Here, perhaps, resemblance
ends and contrast begins. Unlike in origin, conversation,
and character, they were unlike also in the ideas
they served, except as each was servant of his country.
The war conducted by Washington was unlike the war
conducted by Lincoln, as the peace which crowned the
arms of the one was unlike the peace which began to
smile upon the other. The two wars did not differ in
scale of operations and in tramp of mustered hosts more
than in the ideas involved. The first was for National
Independence; the second was to make the Republic
one and indivisible, on the indestructible foundation of
Liberty and Equality. The first cut the connection
with the mother country, and opened the way to the
duties and advantages of Popular Government; the second
will have failed, unless it consummates all the original
promises of the Declaration our fathers took upon
their lips when they became a Nation. In the relation
of cause and effect the first was natural precursor and
herald of the second. National Independence became
the first epoch in our history, whose mighty import
was exhibited when Lafayette boasted to the First Consul
of France, that, though its battles were but skirmishes,
they decided the fate of the world.[186]
The Declaration of our fathers, entitled simply “The
Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States
of America,” is known familiarly as the Declaration
of Independence, because the remarkable words with
which it concludes made independence the final idea,
to which all else was tributary. Thus did the representatives
of the United States of America in General
Congress assembled solemnly publish and declare “that
these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free
and independent States; that they are absolved from
all allegiance to the British Crown; and that all political
connection between them and the State of Great
Britain is, and ought to be, totally dissolved; … and
for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance
on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually
pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our
sacred honor.” To sustain this mutual pledge Washington
drew his sword and led the national armies, until
at last, by the Treaty of Peace in 1783, Independence
was acknowledged.
Had the Declaration been confined to this pledge, it
would have been less grand. Much as it might have
been to us, it would have been less of a warning and
trumpet-note to the world. There were two other
pledges it made. One was proclaimed in the designation
“United States of America,” which it adopted
as the national name; and the other was proclaimed
in those great words, fit for the baptismal vows of a
Republic,—“We hold these truths to be self-evident:
that all men are created equal; that they are endowed
by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that
among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;
that to secure these rights governments are instituted
among men, deriving their just powers from the
consent of the governed.” By the sword of Washington
Independence was secured; but the Unity of the Republic
and the principles of the Declaration were left
exposed to question. From that early day, through
various chances, they were assailed and openly dishonored,
until at last the Republic was constrained
to take up arms in their defence. And yet, since enmity
to the Union proceeded entirely from enmity to
the great ideas of the Declaration, history must record
that the question of the Union itself was absorbed in
the grander conflict to uphold the primal truths our
fathers had solemnly proclaimed.
Such are the two great wars where these two chiefs
bore each his part. Washington fought for National
Independence, and triumphed, making his country an
example to mankind. Lincoln drew a reluctant sword
to save those great ideas, essential to the life and character
of the Republic, which unhappily the sword of
Washington failed to put beyond the reach of assault.
By no accident did these two great men become representatives
of their country at these two different epochs,
so alike in peril, and yet so unlike in the principles
involved. Washington was the natural representative
of National Independence. He might also have
represented National Unity, had this principle been
challenged to bloody battle during his life; for nothing
was nearer his heart than the consolidation of our
Union, which, in his letter to Congress transmitting the
Constitution, he declares to be “the greatest interest
of every true American.”[187] Then again, in a remarkable
letter to John Jay, he plainly says that he does “not
conceive we can exist long as a nation without having
lodged somewhere a power which will pervade the
whole Union in as energetic a manner as the authority
of the State governments extends over the several
States.”[188] But another person was needed, of different
birth and simpler life, to represent the ideas now impugned.
Washington was of ancient family, traced in English
heraldry. Some of his ancestors sleep in close
companionship with the noble name of Spencer. By
inheritance and marriage he was rich in lands, and, let
it be said in respectful sorrow, rich also in slaves, so far
as slaves breed riches rather than curses. At the age
of fourteen he refused a commission as midshipman in
the British Navy. At the age of nineteen he was Adjutant
General, with the rank of major. At the age of
twenty-one he was selected by the British Governor of
Virginia as Commissioner to the French posts. At the
age of twenty-two he was at the head of a regiment, and
was thanked by the House of Burgesses. Early in life
he became an observer of form and ceremony. Always
strictly just, according to prevailing principles, and at
his death ordering the emancipation of his slaves, he
was more a general and statesman than philanthropist;
nor did he seem inspired, beyond the duties of patriotism,
to active sympathy with Human Rights. In the
ample record of what he wrote or said there is no word
of adhesion to the great ideas of the Declaration. Such
an origin, such an early life, such opportunities, such a
condition, such a character, were all in contrast with
the origin, early life, opportunities, condition, and character
of him we commemorate to-day.
Abraham Lincoln was born, and, until he became
President, always lived in a part of the country which
at the period of the Declaration of Independence was a
savage wilderness. Strange, but happy, Providence, that
a voice from that savage wilderness, now fertile in men,
was inspired to uphold the pledges and promises of the
Declaration! The Unity of the Republic, on the indestructible
foundation of Liberty and Equality, was vindicated
by the citizen of a community which had no
existence when the Republic was formed.
His family may be traced to Quaker stock in Pennsylvania,
but it removed first to Virginia, and then, as
early as 1780, to the wilds of Kentucky, which at that
time was only an outlying territory of Virginia. His
grandfather and father both lived in peril from Indians,
and the former perished by their knife. The future
President was born in a log-house. His mother could
read, and perhaps write. His father could do neither,
except so far as to sign his name rudely, like a noble
of Charlemagne. Trial, privation, and labor entered into
his early life. Only at seven years of age, for a very
brief period, could he enjoy school, carrying with him
Dilworth’s Spelling-Book, one of the three volumes
that formed the family library. Shortly afterwards
his father turned his back upon that Slavery which
disfigured Kentucky, and with his poor effects and
the future chief-magistrate set his face towards Indiana,
already guarded against Slavery by the famous
Northwestern Ordinance. Reaching the chosen home
in a land of Liberty, the son, who was less than eight
years old, aided his father in building a shelter of
poles, fastened together by notches, and filled in with
mud. This preceded the log cabin, where for twelve
years afterwards he grew in character and knowledge,
as in stature, learning to write as well as read, and
especially enjoying Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress, Æsop’s
Fables, Weems’s Life of Washington, and the Life of
Henry Clay. At the age of ten he lost his mother.
At the age of nineteen he became a hired hand, at eight
dollars a month, on a flatboat laden with stores for
plantations on the Mississippi, and in this way floated
on that lordly river to New Orleans, little dreaming
that only a few years later iron-clad navies would at
his command float on that same proud stream. Here
also was he learner. From the slaves he saw on the
banks he took a lesson of Liberty, which gained new
charms by comparison with Slavery.
In 1830 the father removed to Illinois, transporting
his goods in a wagon drawn by oxen, and the future
President, then twenty-one years of age, drove the team.
Another cabin was built in primitive rudeness, and
the future President split the rails to inclose the lot.
In our history these became classical, and the name of
rail-splitter more than the degree of a college,—not
that the splitting of rails is any way meritorious, but
because the people are proud to trace aspiring talent
back to humble beginnings, and they found in this tribute
new opportunity to vindicate the dignity of free labor,
and repel the insolent pretensions of Slavery.
His youth was now spent, and at the age of twenty-one
he left his father’s house to begin the world. A
small bundle, a laughing face, and an honest heart,—these
were his simple possessions, together with that
unconscious character and intelligence which his country
learned to prize. In the long history of worth depressed
there is no instance of such contrast between
the depression and the triumph,—unless, perhaps, his
successor as President may share with him this distinction.
No academy, no university, no Alma Mater
of science or learning nourished him. No government
took him by the hand and gave him the gift of opportunity.
No inheritance of land or money fell to him.
No friend stood by his side. He was alone in poverty:
and yet not all alone. There was God above, who
watches all, and does not desert the lowly. Plain in
person, life, and manners, and knowing absolutely nothing
of form or ceremony, for six months with a village
schoolmaster as his only teacher, he grew up in companionship
with the people, with Nature, with trees, with
the fruitful corn, and with the stars. While yet a child,
his father had borne him away from a soil wasted by
Slavery, and he was now citizen of a Free State, where
Free Labor had been placed under safeguard of irreversible
compact and fundamental law. And thus he took
leave of youth, happy at least that he could go forth
under the day-star of Liberty.
The early hardships were prolonged into manhood.
He labored on a farm as hired hand, and then a second
time in a flatboat measured the winding Mississippi to
its mouth. At the call of the Governor of Illinois
for troops against Black Hawk, the Indian chief, he
sprang forward with patriotic ardor, most prompt to
enlist at the recruiting station in his neighborhood.
The choice of his associates made him captain. After
the war he became surveyor, and to his death retained
a practical and scientific knowledge of this business.
Here again was a parallel with Washington. In 1834
he was elected to the Legislature of Illinois, and three
years later was admitted to the practice of the law.
He was now twenty-eight years old, and, under the
benignant influence of republican institutions, he had
already entered upon the double career of lawyer and
legislator, with the gates of the mysterious Future
slowly opening before him.
How well he served in these two characters I pause
not to tell. It is enough, if I exhibit the stages of advance,
that you may understand how he became representative
of his country at so grand a moment. It is
needless to say that his opportunities of study as a lawyer
were small, but he was industrious in each individual
case, and thus daily added to his stores of professional
experience. Faithful in all things, most conscientious
in conduct at the bar, so that he could not be
unfair to the other side, and admirably sensitive to the
behests of justice, so that he could not argue on the
wrong side, he acquired a name for honesty, which, beginning
with the community where he lived, became
proverbial throughout his State,—while his genial,
mirthful, overflowing nature, apt at anecdote and story,
made him, where personally known, a favorite companion.
His opinions on public questions were formed early,
under the example and teaching of Henry Clay, and he
never departed from them, though constantly tempted,
or pressed by local majorities, in the name of a false
democracy. It is interesting to know that thus early
he espoused those two ideas which entered so largely
into the terrible responsibilities of his last years,—I
mean the Unity of the Republic, and the supreme value
of Liberty. He did not believe that a State, in its own
mad will, had a right to break up this Union. As
reader of Congressional speeches, and student of what
was said by the political teachers of that day, he was
no stranger to those marvellous efforts of Daniel Webster,
when, in reply to the treasonable pretensions of
Nullification, the great orator of Massachusetts asserted
the indestructibility of the Union, and the folly of
those who assail it. On the subject of Slavery, he had
the experience of his own family and the warnings of
his own conscience. Naturally, one of his earliest acts
in the Legislature of Illinois was a protest in the name
of Liberty.
At a later day, he was in Congress for a single term,
beginning in December, 1847, being the only Whig
Representative from Illinois. His speeches during this
brief period have the characteristics of his later productions.
They are argumentative, logical, and spirited,
with quaint humor and sinewy sententiousness. His
votes were constant against Slavery. For the Wilmot
Proviso he voted, according to his own statement, “in
one way and another, about forty times.” His vote
is recorded against the pretence that slaves are property
under the Constitution. From Congress he passed
again to his profession. The day was at hand, when all
his powers, enlarged by experience and quickened to
highest activity, would be needed to repel that haughty
domination already overshadowing the Republic.
The next field of conflict was in his own State, with
no less an antagonist than Stephen A. Douglas, at that
time in alliance with the Slave Power. The too famous
Kansas and Nebraska Bill, introduced by the latter into
the Senate, assumed to set aside the venerable safeguard
of Freedom in the territory west of Missouri, under pretence
of allowing the inhabitants “to vote Slavery up
or to vote it down,” and this barbarous privilege was
called by the fancy name of Popular Sovereignty. The
champion of Liberty did not hesitate to denounce this
most baleful measure in a series of popular addresses,
where truth, sentiment, humor, and argument all blended.
As the conflict continued, he was brought forward
for the Senate against its able author. The debate
that ensued is one of the most memorable in our political
history, whether we consider the principles involved
or the way it was conducted.
It commenced with a close, well-woven speech from
the Republican candidate, showing insight into the actual
condition of things, in which were these memorable
words: “‘A house divided against itself cannot stand.’
I believe this Government cannot endure permanently
half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to
be dissolved, I do not expect the house to fall, but I
do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become
all one thing, or all the other.”[189] Here was the true
starting-point. Only a few days before his death, in
reply to my inquiry, if at the time he had any doubt
about this declaration, he said, “Not in the least. It
was clearly true, and time has justified me.” With like
plainness he exposed the Douglas pretence of Popular
Sovereignty as meaning simply, “that, if any one man
choose to enslave another, no third man shall be allowed
to object,”[190] and he announced his belief in the
existence of a conspiracy to perpetuate and nationalize
Slavery, of which the Kansas and Nebraska Bill and
the Dred Scott decision were essential parts. Such was
the character of this debate at the beginning, and so it
continued on the lips of our champion to the end.
The inevitable topic to which he returned with most
frequency, and to which he clung with all the grasp of
his soul, was the practical character of the Declaration
of Independence in announcing the Liberty and Equality
of all Men. No idle words were there, but substantial
truth, binding on the conscience of mankind. I know
not if this grand pertinacity has been noticed before;
but I deem it a duty to declare that to my mind it is
by far the most important incident of that controversy,
and perhaps the most interesting in the biography of the
speaker. Nothing previous to his nomination for the
Presidency is comparable to it. Plainly his whole subsequent
career took impulse and complexion from that
championship. And here, too, is our first debt of gratitude.
The words he then uttered live after him, and nobody
now hears how he then battled without feeling a
new motive to fidelity in support of Human Rights.
As early as 1854, in a speech at Peoria against the
Kansas and Nebraska Bill, after denouncing Slavery as
a “monstrous injustice,” which “enables the enemies of
free institutions to taunt us as hypocrites,” and “causes
the real friends of Freedom to doubt our sincerity,”
he complains especially that “it forces so many really
good men amongst ourselves into open war with the
very fundamental principles of civil liberty, criticizing
the Declaration of Independence.”[191] Thus, according to
him, criticism of the Declaration was the climax of infidelity
as citizen.
Mr. Douglas opened the debate, on his side, at Chicago,
July 9, 1858, by a speech, where he said, among
other things, “I am opposed to negro equality. I repeat,
that this nation is a white people.… I am opposed
to taking any step that recognizes the negro man or the
Indian as the equal of the white man. I am opposed
to giving him a voice in the administration of the Government.”[192]
Thus was the case stated for Slavery.
To this speech the Republican candidate replied
promptly, and did not forget his championship. Quoting
the great words, “We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,” he proceeds:—
“That is the electric cord in that Declaration that links
the hearts of patriotic and liberty-loving men together, that
will link those patriotic hearts as long as the love of freedom
exists in the minds of men throughout the world.…
I should like to know, if, taking this old Declaration of Independence,
which declares that all men are equal, upon principle,
and making exceptions to it, where will it stop? If
one man says it does not mean a negro, why not another
say it does not mean some other man? If that Declaration
is not the truth, let us get the statute-book in which we
find it and tear it out. Who is so bold as to do it? If it
is not true, let us tear it out. [Cries of “No, no!”] Let
us stick to it, then; let us stand firmly by it, then.”
Noble utterance, worthy of perpetual memory! And
he finished his speech with a farewell truly apostolic:—
“I leave you, hoping that the lamp of Liberty will burn
in your bosoms until there shall no longer be a doubt that
all men are created free and equal.”[193]
He has left us now, and for the last time. I catch
the closing benediction of that speech, already sounding
through the ages like a choral harmony.
The debate continued from place to place. At Bloomington,
July 16th, Mr. Douglas denied again that colored
persons could be citizens, and then broke forth upon the
champion:—
“I will not quarrel with Mr. Lincoln for his views on that
subject. I have no doubt he is conscientious in them. I
have not the slightest idea but that he conscientiously
believes that a negro ought to enjoy and exercise all the
rights and privileges given to white men; but I do not agree
with him.… I believe that this government of ours was
founded on the white basis. I believe that it was established
by white men.… I do not believe that it was the design
or intention of the signers of the Declaration of Independence
or the framers of the Constitution to include
negroes, Indians, or other inferior races, with white men, as
citizens.… He wants them to vote. I am opposed to it.
If they had a vote, I reckon they would all vote for him in
preference to me, entertaining the views I do.”[194]
Then again at Springfield, the next day, Mr. Douglas
repeated his denial that the colored man was embraced
by the Declaration, and thus argued for the exclusion:—
“Remember that at the time the Declaration was put
forth, every one of the Thirteen Colonies were slaveholding
colonies,—every man who signed that Declaration represented
slaveholding constituents. Did those signers mean
by that act to charge themselves and all their constituents
with having violated the law of God in holding the negro
in an inferior condition to the white man? And yet, if
they included negroes in that term, they were bound, as
conscientious men, that day and that hour, not only to have
abolished Slavery throughout the land, but to have conferred
political rights and privileges on the negro, and elevated him
to an equality with the white man.… The Declaration
of Independence only included the white people of the
United States.”[195]
On the same evening, at Springfield, the Republican
candidate, while admitting that negroes are not “our
equal in color,” thus again spoke for the comprehensive
humanity of the Declaration:—
“I adhere to the Declaration of Independence. If Judge
Douglas and his friends are not willing to stand by it, let
them come up and amend it. Let them make it read, that all
men are created equal except negroes. Let us have it decided,
whether the Declaration of Independence, in this blessed
year of 1858, shall be thus amended. In his construction
of the Declaration last year, he said it only meant that
Americans in America were equal to Englishmen in England.
Then, when I pointed out to him that by that rule
he excludes the Germans, the Irish, the Portuguese, and all
the other people who have come amongst us since the Revolution,
he reconstructs his construction. In his last speech
he tells us it meant Europeans. I press him a little further,
and ask if it meant to include the Russians in Asia. Or
does he mean to exclude that vast population from the principles
of our Declaration of Independence? I expect erelong
he will introduce another amendment to his definition. He
is not at all particular.… It may draw white men down,
but it must not lift negroes up.”[196]
Words like these are gratefully remembered. They
make the Declaration, what the Fathers intended, no
mean proclamation of oligarchic egotism, but a charter
and freehold for all mankind.
At Ottawa, August 21st, Mr. Douglas, still excluding
the colored men from the Declaration, exclaimed:—
“I believe this Government was made on the white basis.
I believe it was made by white men, for the benefit of white
men and their posterity forever.”[197]
Again the Republican champion took up the strain.
“Henry Clay once said of a class of men who would repress
all tendencies to Liberty and ultimate Emancipation,
that they must, if they would do this, go back to the era of
our Independence, and muzzle the cannon which thunders
its annual joyous return,—they must blow out the moral
lights around us,—they must penetrate the human soul,
and eradicate there the love of Liberty; and then, and not
till then, could they perpetuate Slavery in this country.
To my thinking, Judge Douglas is, by his example and vast
influence, doing that very thing in this community, when
he says that the negro has nothing in the Declaration of
Independence.”[198]
At Jonesboro’, September 15th, Mr. Douglas once
more assailed the rights of the colored race.
“I am aware that all the Abolition lecturers that you
find travelling about through the country are in the habit
of reading the Declaration of Independence to prove that all
men were created equal, and endowed by their Creator with
certain inalienable rights, among which are life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness. Mr. Lincoln is very much in the
habit of following in the track of Lovejoy in this particular,
by reading that part of the Declaration of Independence to
prove that the negro was endowed by the Almighty with the
inalienable right of equality with white men. Now I say
to you, my fellow-citizens, that, in my opinion, the signers
of the Declaration had no reference to the negro whatever,
when they declared all men to be created equal.”[199]
At Galesburg, October 7th, his faithful opponent answered:—
“The Judge has alluded to the Declaration of Independence,
and insisted that negroes are not included in that
Declaration, and that it is a slander upon the framers of
that instrument to suppose that negroes were meant therein;
and he asks you, Is it possible to believe that Mr. Jefferson,
who penned the immortal paper, could have supposed himself
applying the language of that instrument to the negro race,
and yet held a portion of that race in slavery? Would he
not at once have freed them? I only have to remark upon
this part of the Judge’s speech, that I believe the entire
records of the world, from the date of the Declaration of Independence
up to within three years ago, may be searched in
vain for one single affirmation from one single man, that the
negro was not included in the Declaration. And I will remind
Judge Douglas and this audience, that, while Mr. Jefferson
was the owner of slaves, as undoubtedly he was, in
speaking upon this very subject, he used the strong language,
that ‘he trembled for his country when he remembered
that God was just.’”[200]
And at Alton, October 15th, he renewed this same
testimony.
“I assert that Judge Douglas and all his friends may search
the whole records of the country, and it will be a matter of
great astonishment to me, if they shall be able to find that
one human being three years ago had ever uttered the astounding
sentiment that the term ‘all men’ in the Declaration
did not include the negro. Do not let me be misunderstood.
I know that more than three years ago there
were men, who, finding this assertion constantly in the way
of their schemes to bring about the ascendency and perpetuation
of Slavery, denied the truth of it. I know that Mr.
Calhoun, and all the politicians of his school, denied the
truth of the Declaration. I know that it ran along in the
mouth of some Southern men for a period of years, ending
at last in that shameful, though rather forcible, declaration
of Pettit, of Indiana, upon the floor of the United States
Senate, that the Declaration of Independence was, in that
respect, ‘a self-evident lie,’ rather than a self-evident truth.
But I say, with a perfect knowledge of all this hawking at
the Declaration without directly attacking it, that three
years ago there never had lived a man who had ventured to
assail it in the sneaking way of pretending to believe it, and
then asserting it did not include the negro.”[201]
In another speech, during the same political contest,
the champion spoke immortal words. After setting
forth the sublime opening of the Declaration by our
fathers, he said:—
“This was their majestic interpretation of the economy
of the universe. This was their lofty and wise and noble
understanding of the justice of the Creator to His creatures,—yes,
Gentlemen, to all His creatures, to the whole great
family of man.”
Then, lifted by his cause, he appealed to his fellow-countrymen
in tones of pathetic eloquence:—
“Think nothing of me, take no thought for the political
fate of any man whomsoever, but come back to the truths
that are in the Declaration of Independence. You may do
anything with me you choose, if you will but heed these sacred
principles. You may not only defeat me for the Senate,
but you may take me and put me to death. While pretending
no indifference to earthly honors, I do claim to be actuated
in this contest by something higher than an anxiety for
office. I charge you to drop every paltry and insignificant
thought for any man’s success. It is nothing. I am nothing.
Judge Douglas is nothing. But do not destroy that immortal
emblem of humanity, the Declaration of American Independence.”[202]
Thus, at that early day, before war had overshadowed
the land, was he ready for the sacrifice. “Take me and
put me to death,” said he, “but do not destroy that immortal
emblem of humanity, the Declaration of American
Independence.” He has been put to death by the
enemies of the Declaration; but, though dead, he will continue
to guard that great title-deed of the human race.
The debate ended. An immense vote was cast. There
were 126,084 votes for the Republican candidates, 121,940
for the Douglas candidates, and 5,091 for the Lecompton
candidates, another class of Democrats; but the
supporters of Mr. Douglas had a majority of eight on
joint ballot in the Legislature, and he was reëlected to
the Senate.
Again returned to his profession, our champion cherished
the Declaration. To the Republicans of Boston,
who had invited him to unite with them in celebrating
the birthday of Thomas Jefferson, he sent an answer,
under date of April 6, 1859, which is a gem in political
literature, and here also he asserts the supremacy of
those truths for which he had battled so well. In him
the West spoke to the East, pleading for Human Rights,
as declared by our fathers.
“But, soberly, it is now no child’s play to save the principles
of Jefferson from total overthrow in this nation.
“One would state with great confidence that he could convince
any sane child that the simpler propositions of Euclid
are true; but, nevertheless, he would fail utterly with one
who should deny the definitions and axioms. The principles
of Jefferson are the definitions and axioms of free society,
and yet they are denied and evaded with no small show of
success. One dashingly calls them ‘glittering generalities’;
another bluntly calls them ‘self-evident lies’; and others
insidiously argue that they apply only to ‘superior races.’
“These expressions, differing in form, are identical in
object and effect,—the supplanting the principles of free
government, and restoring those of classification, caste, and
legitimacy. They would delight a convocation of crowned
heads plotting against the people. They are the vanguard,
the miners and sappers, of returning despotism. We must
repulse them, or they will subjugate us.
“This is a world of compensations; and he who would be
no slave must consent to have no slave. Those who deny
freedom to others deserve it not for themselves, and, under
a just God, cannot long retain it.
“All honor to Jefferson,—the man who, in the concrete
pressure of a struggle for national independence by a single
people, had the coolness, forecast, and capacity to introduce
into a merely revolutionary document an abstract truth, applicable
to all men and all times, and so to embalm it there,
that to-day, and in all coming days, it shall be a rebuke and
a stumbling-block to the very harbingers of reappearing
tyranny and oppression!”[203]
Next winter the Western champion appeared at New
York, and in a remarkable address at the Cooper Institute,
February 27, 1860, vindicated the policy of
the Fathers and the principles of the Republican party.
Showing with curious skill and minuteness the original
understanding on the power of Congress over Slavery
in the Territories, he demonstrated that the Republican
party was not in any just sense sectional; and then exposed
the perils from the pretensions of slave-masters,
who, not content with requiring that “we must arrest
and return their fugitive slaves with greedy pleasure,”
insisted that the Constitution must be so interpreted as
to uphold the idea of property in man. The whole address
was subdued and argumentative, while each sentence
was like a driven nail, with a concluding rally
that was a bugle-call to the lovers of right. “Let us
have faith,” said he, “that right makes might, and in
that faith let us to the end dare to do our duty as we
understand it.”
A few months later, this champion of the Right, who
would not see the colored man shut out from the promises
of the Declaration, and insisted upon the exclusion
of Slavery from the Territories, after summoning his
countrymen to their duty, was nominated by a great
political party as candidate for President. Local considerations,
securing to him the support of certain States
beyond any other candidate, exercised a final influence
in determining this selection; but it is easy to see
how, from position, character, and origin, he was at that
moment especially the representative of his country.
The Unity of the Republic was menaced: he was from
that vast controlling Northwest which would never renounce
its communications with the sea, whether by
the Mississippi or by eastern avenues. The birthday
Declaration of the Republic was dishonored in the denial
of its primal truths: he was already known as a
volunteer in its defence. Republican institutions were
in jeopardy: he was the child of humble life, through
whom republican institutions would stand confessed.
These things, so obvious now in the light of history,
were less apparent then in the turmoil of party. But
that Providence in whose hands are the destinies of nations,
which had found out Washington to conduct his
country through the War of Independence, now found
out Lincoln to wage the new battle for the Unity of the
Republic on the foundation of Human Rights.
The election took place. Of the popular votes, Abraham
Lincoln received 1,866,452, carrying 180 electoral
ballots; Stephen A. Douglas received 1,375,157, carrying
12 electoral ballots; John C. Breckinridge received 847,953,
carrying 72 electoral ballots; and John Bell received
590,631, carrying 39 electoral ballots. By this
vote Abraham Lincoln became President. The triumph
at the ballot-box was flashed by telegraph over the
whole country, from north to south, from east to west.
It was answered by defiance from the Slave-Masters,
speaking in the name of State Rights and for the sake
of Slavery. The declared will of the American people,
registered at the ballot-box, was set at nought. The
conspiracy of years blazed into day. The National Government,
which Alexander H. Stephens characterized as
“the best and freest government, the most equal in its
rights, the most just in its decisions, the most lenient in
its measures, and the most aspiring in its principles to
elevate the race of men, that the sun of heaven ever
shone upon,”[204] and which Jefferson Davis himself pronounced
“the best government which has ever been instituted
by man,”[205]—that National Government, thus
painted even by its enemies, was spurned. South Carolina
jumped forward first in crime; and before the elected
President turned his face from the beautiful Western
prairies to enter upon his dangerous duties, State after
State had undertaken to abandon its place in the Union,
Senator after Senator had dropped from his seat, fort after
fort had been seized, and the mutterings of war had
begun to fill the air, while the actual President, besotted
by Slavery, tranquilly witnessed the gigantic treason,
as he sat at ease in the Executive Mansion, and did
nothing.
It was time for another to come upon the scene.
You cannot forget how he left his village home, never
to return, except under the escort of Death. In words
of farewell to neighbors thronging about him, he dedicated
himself to his country and solemnly invoked the
aid of Divine Providence. “I know not,” he said, “how
soon I shall see you again”; and then, with prophetic
voice, announced that a duty devolved upon him “greater
than that which has devolved upon any other man
since the days of Washington,” and asked his friends to
pray that he might receive that Divine assistance, without
which he could not succeed, but with which success
was certain. To power and fame others have gone forth
with gladness and with song: he went forth prayerfully,
as to sacrifice.
Nor can you forget how at each resting-place on the
road he renewed his vows, and when at Independence
Hall his soul broke forth in homage to the vital truths
there declared. Of all that he said on the journey to
the National Capital, after farewell to his neighbors,
there is nothing so prophetic as these unpremeditated
words:—
“All the political sentiments I entertain have been drawn,
so far as I have been able to draw them, from the sentiments
which originated in, and were given to the world from, this
Hall. I have never had a feeling politically that did not
spring from the sentiments embodied in the Declaration of
Independence.… Now, my friends, can this country be
saved upon that basis? If it can, I shall consider myself
one of the happiest men in the world, if I can help to save
it. If it cannot be saved upon that principle, it will be
truly awful. But if this country cannot be saved without
giving up that principle, I was about to say I would rather
be assassinated on this spot than surrender it.”[206]
Then, after adding that he had not expected to say a
word, he repeated the consecration of his life, exclaiming,
“I have said nothing but what I am willing to live by,
and, if it be the pleasure of Almighty God, to die by.”[207]
He was about to raise the national banner over the
old Hall. But before this service, he took up the strain
he loved so well, saying: “It is on such an occasion as
this that we can reason together, reaffirm our devotion
to the country and the principles of the Declaration of
Independence.”[208]
Thus constantly did he bear testimony. Surely this
grand fidelity will be ever counted among his chief
glories. I know nothing in history more touching, especially
when we consider that this devotion caused
his sacrifice. “Were there as many devils in Worms
as there are tiles upon the roofs, I would enter,”[209] said
Luther. Our reformer was less defiant, but hardly less
determined. Three times had he announced that for
the great truths of the Declaration he was willing to
die; three times had he offered himself on that altar;
three times had he vowed himself to this martyrdom.
Slavery was already pursuing his life. An attempt
was made to throw his train from the track, while a
secreted hand-grenade further betrayed the diabolical
purpose. Baltimore, directly on his way, was the seat
of a murderous plot. Avoiding the conspirators, he came
from Philadelphia to Washington unexpectedly in the
night,—and thus, for the moment cheating Assassination
of its victim, entered the National Capital.
From this time forward his career broadens into the
history of his country and of the age. You all know it.
Therefore a few glimpses will be enough, that I may
exhibit its moral rather than its story.
The Inaugural Address, the formation of his Cabinet,
his earliest acts, his daily conversation, all attested
the spirit of moderation with which he approached his
perilous position. At the same time he declared openly,
that, in contemplation of universal law and of the
Constitution, the Union of these States is perpetual,—that
no State, upon its own mere motion, can lawfully
get out of the Union,—that resolves and ordinances
to that effect are legally void,—that acts of
violence within any State are insurrectionary or revolutionary,—and
that, to the extent of his ability, he
should take care, according to express injunction of the
Constitution, that the laws of the Union be faithfully
executed in all the States. While thus positive in upholding
the National Unity, he was resolved that on his
part there should be no act of offence,—that there
should be no bloodshed or violence, unless forced upon
the country,—that it was his duty to hold, occupy, and
possess the property and places belonging to the Government,—but,
beyond what was necessary for this object,
there should be no exercise of force, and the people
everywhere should be left in that perfect security most
favorable to calm thought and reflection.
But the madness of Slavery knew no bound. It was
determined from the beginning that the Union should
be broken, and no moderation could change this wicked
purpose. A pretended power was organized, in the
form of a Confederacy, with Slavery as the declared
corner-stone. You know what ensued. Fort Sumter
was attacked, and, after a fiery storm of shot and shell
for thirty-four hours, the national flag fell. This was
13th April, 1861. War had begun.
War is always a scourge. Never can it be regarded
without sadness. It is one of the mysteries of Providence,
that such an evil is allowed to vex mankind.
Few deprecated it more than the President. From
Quaker blood and from reflection, he was essentially
a man of peace. In one of his speeches during his
short service in Congress, he arraigned military glory
as “that rainbow that rises in showers of blood,—that
serpent’s eye that charms but to destroy”;[210] and when
charged with the terrible responsibility of Government,
he was none the less earnest for peace. He was not
willing to see his beloved country torn by bloody battle,
with fellow-citizens striking at each other. But after
the criminal assault on Fort Sumter there was no alternative.
The Republic was in peril, and every man,
from President to citizen, was summoned to the defence.
Nor was this all. An attempt was made to invest
Slavery with national independence, and the President,
who disliked both Slavery and War, described
his own condition, when, addressing a member of the
Society of Friends, he said, “Your people have had,
and are having, very great trials. On principle and
faith opposed to both war and oppression, they can only
practically oppose oppression by war.”[211] In these few
words the whole case is stated,—inasmuch as, whatever
might be the pretension of State Rights, the war
became necessary to overcome the baleful ambition of
Slavery.
The Slave-Masters put in execution a conspiracy
long contrived, for which they had prepared the way,—first,
by teaching that any State might at its own will
break from the Union, and, secondly, by teaching that
colored persons were so far inferior as not to be embraced
in the promises of the Declaration of Independence,
but were justly held as slaves. The Mephistopheles
of Slavery, Mr. Calhoun, inculcated for years
both these pretensions. But the pretension of State
Rights was a cover for Slavery.
Therefore, in determining that the Slave-Masters
should be encountered, two things were resolved: first,
that this Republic is one and indivisible; and, secondly,
that no hideous power, with Slavery blazoned on its
front, shall be created on our soil. Here was affirmation
and denial: first, affirmation of the National
Unity; and, secondly, denial of any independent foothold
to Rebel Slavery. Accepting the challenge at
Fort Sumter, the President became the voice of the
Nation, which, with stern resolve, insisted that the Rebellion
should be overcome by war. The people were
in earnest, and would not brook hesitation. If ever
in history war was necessary, if ever in history war
was holy, it was the war then and there begun for the
arrest and overthrow of Rebel Slavery.
The case between the two sides is stated first in the
words of Jefferson Davis, and then in the words of
Abraham Lincoln.
The representative of Slavery said:—
“The time for compromise has now passed, and the South
is determined to maintain her position, and make all who
oppose her smell Southern powder and feel Southern steel,
if coercion is persisted in.… Our separation from the old
Union is now complete. No compromise, no reconstruction,
is now to be entertained.”[212]
Abraham Lincoln said:—
“In my view of the present aspect of affairs, there need be
no bloodshed or war. I am not in favor of such a course;
and I may say in advance that there will be no bloodshed,
unless it be forced upon the Government, and then it will be
compelled to act in self-defence.”[213]
And so issue was joined.
It was plain from the first cannon-shot, that the Rebellion
was nothing but Slavery in arms; but such was
the power of Slavery, even in the Free States, that
months elapsed before the giant criminal was directly
assailed. Generals in the field were tender towards it,
as if it were a church, or a work of the fine arts. Only
under the teaching of disaster was the country moved.
The first step in Congress followed the defeat at Bull
Run. Still the President hesitated. Disasters thickened
and graves opened, until at last the country saw
that by justice only could we hope for Divine favor, and
the President, who leaned so closely upon the popular
heart, pronounced that great word by which slaves were
set free. Let it be named forever to his glory, that even
tardily he grasped the thunderbolt under which the Rebellion
staggered to its fall; that, following up the blow,
he enlisted colored citizens as soldiers, and declared his
final purpose never to retract or modify the Emancipation
Proclamation, nor to return into Slavery any person
free by the terms of that instrument, or by any Act
of Congress,—saying, grandly, “If the people should,
by whatever mode or means, make it an Executive duty
to reënslave such persons, another, and not I, must be
their instrument to perform it.”[214]
It is sometimes said that the Proclamation was of
doubtful constitutionality. If such criticism does not
proceed from sympathy with Slavery, it evidently proceeds
from prevailing superstition with regard to this
idol. Future jurists will read with astonishment that
such a flagrant wrong could be considered at any time
as having any rights which a court was bound to respect,
and especially that rebels in arms could be considered
as having any title to the services of people
whose allegiance was primarily due to the United
States. But, turning from these conclusions, it seems
obvious that Slavery, standing exclusively on local law,
without support in natural law, must have fallen with
the local government, both legally and constitutionally:
legally, inasmuch as it ceased to have any valid legal
support; and constitutionally, inasmuch as it came at
once within the exclusive jurisdiction of the Constitution,
where Liberty is the supreme law. The President
did not act upon these principles, but, speaking with
the voice of authority, said, “Let the slaves be free.”
What Court and Congress hesitated to declare he proclaimed,
and thus enrolled himself among the world’s
Emancipators.
From the Proclamation of Emancipation, placing its
author so far above human approach that human envy
cannot reach him, I carry you for one moment to our
Foreign Relations. The convulsion here was felt in the
most distant places,—as at the great earthquake of Lisbon,
when that capital seemed about to be submerged,
there was commotion of the waters in our Northern
lakes. All Europe was stirred. There, too, was the
Slavery question in another form. In an unhappy moment,
under an ill-considered allegation of “necessity,”—which
Milton tells us was the plea by which the
Fiend “excused his devilish deeds,”—England accorded
to Rebel Slavery the rights of belligerence on the ocean,
and then proceeded to open her ports, to surrender her
workshops, and to let loose her merchant ships in aid of
this wickedness: forgetting all relations of alliance and
amity with the United States, forgetting all logic of
English history, forgetting all distinctions of right and
wrong, and forgetting, also, that a New Power founded
on Slavery was a moral monster, with which a just nation
could have nothing to do. To appreciate the character
of this concession, we must comprehend clearly
the whole, vast, unprecedented crime of the Rebellion,
taking its complexion from Slavery. Undoubtedly it
was criminal to assail the Unity of this Republic, and
thus destroy its peace and impair its example in the
world; but the attempt to build a New Power on Slavery
as a corner-stone, and with no other declared object
of separate existence, was more than criminal,—or
rather it was a crime of that untold, unspeakable
guilt, which no language can depict and no judgment
can be too swift to condemn. The associates in this
terrible apostasy might rebuke each other in the words
of an old dramatist:—
“Thou must do, then,
What no malevolent star will dare to look on,
It is so wicked; for which men will curse thee
For being the instrument, and the blest angels
Forsake me at my need for being the author;
For ’tis a deed of night, of night, Francisco!
In which the memory of all good actions
We can pretend to shall be buried quick;
Or, if we be remembered, it shall be
To fright posterity by our example,
That have outgone all precedents of villains
That were before us.”
[215]
Recognizing such a power, entering into semi-alliance
with such a power, investing such a power with rights,
opening ports to such a power, surrendering workshops
to such a power, building ships for such a power, driving
a busy commerce with such a power,—all this, or
any part of this, is positive and plain complicity with
the original guilt, and must be judged as we judge any
other complicity with Slavery. To say that it was a
necessity is only to repeat the perpetual plea by which
slave-masters and slave-traders from the earliest moment
have sought to vindicate their crime. A generous
Englishman, the ornament of letters, from whom we
learn in memorable lines “what constitutes a State,”
has denounced all complicity with Slavery in words
which strike directly at this plea of necessity. “Let
sugar be as dear as it may,” wrote Sir William Jones
to the freeholders of Middlesex, “it is better to eat
none,—to eat honey, if sweetness only be palatable,—better
to eat aloes or coloquintida, than violate a primary
law of Nature impressed on every heart not imbruted
by avarice, than rob one human creature of those
eternal rights of which no law upon earth can justly deprive
him.”[216]
England led in concession of belligerent rights to
Rebel Slavery. No event of the Rebellion compares
with this, in encouragement to transcendent crime, or
in prejudice to the United States. Out of English
ports and English workshops Rebel Slavery drew its
supplies. In English ship-yards the cruisers of Rebel
Slavery were built and equipped. From English foundries
and arsenals Rebel Slavery was armed. And all
this was made easy, when her Majesty’s Government,
under pretence of an impossible neutrality, lifted Rebel
Slavery to equality with the National Government, and
gave to it belligerent power on the ocean. The early
legend was verified. King Arthur was without sword,
when suddenly one appeared, thrust out from a lake.
“Lo!” said Merlin, the enchanter, “yonder is that sword
I spake of: it belongeth to the Lady of the Lake, and if
she will, thou mayest take it; but if she will not, it will
not be in thy power to take it.”[217] And the Lady of the
Lake yielded the sword, so says the legend, even as
England yielded the sword to Rebel Slavery.
The President saw the painful consequence of this
concession, and especially that it was the first step
towards acknowledgment of Rebel Slavery as an Independent
Power. Clearly, if it were proper for a foreign
power to acknowledge Belligerence, it might, at
a later stage, be proper to acknowledge Independence;
and any objection vital to Independence would, if applicable,
be equally vital to Belligerence. Solemn resolutions
of Congress on this question were communicated
to foreign powers;[218] but the unanswerable argument
against any possible recognition of a New Power
founded on Slavery, whether Independent or Belligerent,
was stated by the President in a paper which I
hold in my hand, and which has never before seen the
light. It is a copy of a resolution drawn by himself,
which he consigned to me, in his own autograph, for
transmission to one of our valued friends abroad,[219] as
an expression of opinion on the great question involved,
and a guide to public duty.
“Whereas, while heretofore states and nations have tolerated
Slavery, recently, for the first [time] in the world, an
attempt has been made to construct a New Nation upon the
basis of Human Slavery, and with the primary and fundamental
object to maintain, enlarge, and perpetuate the same:
Therefore
“Resolved, That no such embryo state should ever be
recognized by or admitted into the family of Christian and
civilized nations, and that all Christian and civilized men
everywhere should by all lawful means resist to the utmost
such recognition or admission.”
Observe how distinctly any recognition of Rebel Slavery
as an Independent Power is branded, and how “all
Christian and civilized men everywhere” are summoned
to “resist to the utmost such recognition”; and precisely
for the same reason such “Christian and civilized
men everywhere” should have resisted to the utmost
any recognition of Rebel Slavery as a Belligerent
Power. Had this benign spirit entered into the
counsels of England when Slavery first took arms, this
great historic nation would have shrunk at all hazard
from that fatal concession, in itself a plain contribution
to Slavery, and opening the way to infinite contributions,
without which the criminal pretender must have
speedily succumbed. There would have been no plea
of “necessity.” But Divine Providence willed it otherwise.
Perhaps it was essential to the full revelation of
its boundless capacities, that the Republic should stand
forth alone, in sublime solitude, warring for Human
Rights, and thus become an example to mankind.
Meanwhile the war continued with proverbial vicissitudes.
Battles were fought and lost. Other battles
were fought and won. Rebel Slavery stood face to face
in deadly conflict with the Declaration of Independence,
when the President, with unconscious power, dealt another
blow, second only to the Proclamation of Emancipation.
This was at the blood-soaked field of Gettysburg,
where the armies of the Republic encountered
the armies of Slavery, and, after a conflict of three days,
drove them back with destructive slaughter,—as at that
decisive battle of Tours, on which hung the destinies of
Christianity in Western Europe, the invading Mahometans,
after prolonged conflict, were driven back by
Charles “the Hammer.” No battle of the present war
was more important. Few battles in history compare
with it. A brief space later occurred another meeting
on that same field. It was of grateful fellow-citizens,
gathered from all parts of the Union for its consecration
to the memory of those who had fallen there.
Eminent men of our own country and from foreign
lands united in the service. There, too, was your classic
orator,[220] whose finished address was a model of literary
excellence. The President spoke very briefly; but his
few words will live as long as Time. Since Simonides
wrote the epitaph for those who died at Thermopylæ,
nothing equal has ever been breathed over the fallen
dead. Thus he began: “Fourscore and seven years ago
our fathers brought forth upon this continent a New
Nation, conceived in Liberty and dedicated to the proposition
that all men are created equal.” How grandly,
and yet simply, is the New Nation announced, with the
Equality of All Men as its frontlet! The truths of the
Declaration, so often proclaimed by him, and for which
he was willing to die, are inscribed on the altar of the
slain, while the country is summoned to their support,
that our duty may not be left undone.
“It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the
unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so
nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to
the great task remaining before us; that from these honored
dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they
gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly
resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that
this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of Freedom;
and that government of the people, by the people, and for
the people, shall not perish from the earth.”[221]
That speech, uttered at the field of Gettysburg, and
now sanctified by the martyrdom of its author, is a
monumental act. In the modesty of his nature, he said:
“The world will little note, nor long remember, what we
say here; but it can never forget what they did here.”[222]
He was mistaken. The world noted at once what he
said, and will never cease to remember it. The battle
itself was less important than the speech. Ideas are
more than battles.
Among events assuring to him the general confidence
against all party clamor and prejudice, this speech cannot
be placed too high. To some who doubted his earnestness
it was touching proof of their error. Others
who followed with indifference were warmed with grateful
sympathy. Many felt its exquisite genius, as well
as lofty character. There were none to criticize.
His reëlection was not only a personal triumph, but
a triumph of the Republic. For himself personally, it
was much to find his administration ratified; but for
republican ideas it was of incalculable value that at
such a time the plume of the soldier had not prevailed.
In the midst of war, the people at the ballot-box deliberately
selected the civilian. Ye who doubt the destinies
of the Republic, who fear the ambition of a military
chief, or suspect the popular will, do not forget
that at this moment, when the noise of battle filled the
whole land, the country quietly appointed for its ruler
this man of peace.
The Inaugural Address which signalized his entry for
a second time upon his great duties was briefer than
any in our history; but it has already gone further, and
it will live longer, than any other. It was a continuation
of the Gettysburg speech, with the same sublimity
and gentleness. Its concluding words were like an
angelic benediction.
And now there was surfeit of battle and of victory.
Calmly he saw the land of Slavery enveloped by the
national forces,—saw the great coil bent by his generals
about it,—saw the mighty garrote, as it tightened
against the neck of the Rebellion. Good news came
from all quarters. Everywhere the army was doing its
duty. One was conquering in Tennessee; another was
advancing in Georgia and Carolina; another was watching
at Richmond. The navy echoed back the thunders
of the army. Place after place was falling,—Savannah,
Charleston, Fort Fisher, Wilmington. The President
left the National Capital to be near the Lieutenant-General.
Then came the capture of Petersburg and
Richmond, with the flight of Jefferson Davis and his
Cabinet. Without pomp or military escort, the President
entered the Capital of the Rebellion, and walked
its streets, from which Slavery had fled forever. Then
came the surrender of Lee; that of Johnston was at
hand. The military power of Rebel Slavery was broken
like a Prince-Rupert’s drop, and everywhere within its
confines the barbarous government tumbled in crash
and ruin. The country was in ecstasy. All this he
beheld without elation, while his soul was brooding
on thoughts of peace and clemency. On the morning
of Friday, 14th April, his youthful son, who had been
on the staff of the Lieutenant-General, returned to resume
his interrupted studies. The father was happy
in the sound of his footsteps, and felt the augury of
peace. During the same day the Lieutenant-General
returned. In the intimacy of his family the President
said, “This day the war is over.” In the evening he
sought relaxation, and you know the rest. Alas! the
war was not over. The minions of Slavery were dogging
him with unabated animosity, and that night he
became a martyr.
The country rose at once in agony of grief, and
everywhere strong men wept. City, town, and village
were darkened by the general obsequies. Every street
was draped. Only ensigns of woe were seen. He had
become, as it were, the inmate of every house, and the
families of the land were in mourning. Not in the
Executive mansion only, but in uncounted homes, was
his vacant chair. Never before such universal sorrow.
Already the voice of lamentation is returning from
Europe, where candor towards him had begun even
before his tragical death. A short time ago he was
unknown, except in his own State. A short time ago
he visited New York as a stranger, and was shown
about its streets by youthful companions. Five years
later he was borne through those streets with funeral
pomp such as the world never witnessed before. Space
and speed were forgotten in the offering of hearts; and
as the surpassing pageant, with more than “sceptred
pall,” moved on iron highways, over Counties and States,
from ocean-side to prairie, the whole afflicted people
bowed their uncovered heads.
It was hard to comprehend this blow, and many cried
in despair. But the rule of God is too visible to allow
doubt of His constant presence. Did not our martyr
in his last address remind us that the judgments of
the Lord are true and righteous altogether? And who
will say that his death was not a judgment of the
Lord? Perhaps it was needed to lift the country into
a more perfect justice and to inspire a sublimer faith.
Perhaps it was sent in love, to set a sacred, irreversible
seal upon the good he had done, and to put Emancipation
beyond all mortal question. Perhaps it was
the sacrificial consecration of those primal truths embodied
in the birthday Declaration of the Republic,
which he had so often vindicated, and for which he
had announced his willingness to die.
He is gone, and he has been mourned sincerely.
Only private sorrow would recall the dead. He is now
removed beyond earthly vicissitudes. Life and death
are both past. He had been happy in life: he was
not less happy in death. In death, as in life, he was
still under the guardianship of that Divine Providence,
which, taking him early by the hand, led him from
obscurity to power and fame. The blow was sudden,
but not unprepared for. Only on the Sunday preceding,
as he was coming from the front on board the
steamer, with a beautiful quarto Shakespeare in his
hands, he read aloud the well-remembered words of
his favorite “Macbeth”:—
“Duncan is in his grave;
After life’s fitful fever, he sleeps well.
Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.”
[223]
Impressed by their beauty, or by some presentiment
unuttered, he read them aloud a second time. As the
friends about listened to his reading, they little thought
how in a few days what was said of the murdered
Duncan would be said of him. “Nothing can touch him
further.” He is saved from the trials that were gathering.
He had fought the good fight of Emancipation.
He had borne the brunt of war with embattled hosts,
and conquered. He had made the name of Republic
a triumph and a joy in foreign lands. Now that the
strife of blood was ended, it remained to be seen how
he could confront those machinations which are only
prolongation of the war, and more dangerous because
more subtle,—where recent Rebels, with professions of
Union on the lips, but still denying the birthday Declaration
of the Republic, vainly seek to organize peace
on another Oligarchy of the skin. From all these trials
he was saved. But his testimony lives, and will live
forever, speaking by his life, speaking yet again by his
death. Invisible to mortal sight, and now above all
human weakness, he is still champion, as in his early
conflict, summoning his countrymen back to the truths
in the Declaration of Independence. Dead, he speaks
with more than living voice. But the author of Emancipation
cannot die. His immortality on earth has
begun. Country and age are already enshrined in his
example, as if he were the great poet gathered to his
fathers.
“Back to the living hath he turned him,
And all of death has passed away;
The age that thought him dead and mourned him
Itself now lives but in his lay.”
[224]
If the President were on earth, he would protest
against any monotony of panegyric. He never exaggerated.
He was always cautious in praise, as in censure.
In endeavor to estimate his character, we shall
be nearer him in proportion as we cultivate the same
spirit.
In person he was tall and bony, with little resemblance
to any historic portrait, unless he might seem
in one respect to justify the epithet given to an early
English king.[225] As he stood, his form was angular, with
something of that straightness in lines so peculiar in
the figure of Dante by Flaxman. His countenance had
more of rugged strength than his person, and, while in
repose, inclined to sadness; yet it lighted easily. Perhaps
the quality that struck most at first was his constant
simplicity of manner and conversation, without
form or ceremony beyond that among neighbors. His
handwriting had the same simplicity. It was clear as
that of Washington, but less florid. Each had been
surveyor, and was perhaps indebted to this experience.
But the son of the Western pioneer was more simple
in nature, and the man appeared in the autograph. An
integrity which has become a proverb belonged to the
same quality. The most perfect honesty must be the
most perfect simplicity. Words by which an ancient
Roman was described picture him,—“Vita innocentissimus,
proposito sanctissimus.”[226] He was naturally humane,
inclined to pardon, and never remembered hard
things against himself. He was always good to the
poor, and in dealings with them was full of those “kind
little words which are of the same blood as great and
holy deeds.” On the Saturday before his death I saw
him shake hands with more than five thousand soldier
patients in the tent-hospitals at City Point, and he told
me afterwards that his arm was not tired. Such a character
awakened the instinctive sympathy of the people.
They saw his fellow-feeling, and felt the kinship. With
him as President, the idea of Republican Institutions,
where no place is too high for the humblest, was perpetually
apparent; so that his simple presence was like
a Proclamation of Human Equality.
While social in nature and enjoying the flow of conversation,
he was often reticent. Modesty was natural
to such a character. Without affectation, so was
he without pretension or jealousy. No person, civil
or military, complains that he appropriated to himself
any honor belonging to another. To each and all he
gave the credit that was due. And this same spirit
appeared in smaller things. In a sally of Congressional
debate, he exclaimed, that a fiery slave-master
of Georgia, who had just spoken, was “an eloquent
man, and a man of learning, so far as he could judge,
not being learned himself.”[227]
His humor, like his integrity, has become a proverb.
Sometimes he insisted that he had no invention, but
only memory. Good things heard he did not forget,
and he was never without a familiar story. When he
spoke, the recent West seemed to vie with the ancient
East in apologue and fable. His ideas moved, as the
beasts entered Noah’s ark, in pairs. His illustrations
had a homely felicity, and seemed not less important
to him than the argument, which he always enforced
with a certain emphasis of manner and voice. This
same humor was often displayed where there was no
story, and with a point that might recall Franklin. I
know not how the indifference to Slavery exhibited by
so many could be exposed more effectively than when
he said of a political antagonist thus offending, “I suppose
the institution of Slavery really looks small to him.
He is so put up by nature, that a lash upon his back
would hurt him, but a lash upon anybody else’s back
does not hurt him.” And then again there is a bit of
reply to Mr. Douglas, most characteristic not only for
humor, but as showing how little at that time he was
looking to the great place he reached so soon afterwards.
“Senator Douglas,” said he, “is of world-wide
renown. All the anxious politicians of his party, or
who have been of his party for years past, have been
looking upon him as certainly, at no distant day, to be
the President of the United States. They have seen
in his round, jolly, fruitful face post-offices, land-offices,
marshalships and cabinet appointments, chargéships
and foreign missions, bursting and sprouting out in
wonderful exuberance, ready to be laid hold of by their
greedy hands.… On the contrary, nobody has ever expected
me to be President. In my poor, lean, lank face
nobody has ever seen that any cabbages were sprouting
out. These are disadvantages, all taken together, that
the Republicans labor under. We have to fight this battle
upon principle, and upon principle alone.”[228] Here is
a glimpse of himself, as honorable as curious. In a different
vein, he said, while President, “The United States
Government must not undertake to run the churches.”[229]
Here wisdom and humor vie with each other.
He was original in mind as in character. His style
was his own, having no model, but springing directly
from himself. Failing often in correctness, it is sometimes
unique in beauty and sentiment. There are passages
which will live always. It is no exaggeration to
say, that, in weight and pith, suffused in a certain poetical
color, they call to mind Bacon’s Essays. Theirs also
was a touching reality and unconscious power, without
form or apparent effort. Nothing similar can be found
in state-papers. How poor are kings’ speeches and Presidential
messages by the side of such utterances, fit harbingers
of the sublime era of Humanity!
He was placed by Providence at the head of his
country during an unprecedented crisis, when the fountains
of the great deep were broken up, and men turned
for protection to military power. Multitudinous armies
were mustered. Great navies were created. Of all these
he was constitutional commander-in-chief. As the war
proceeded, prerogatives enlarged and others sprang into
being, until the sway of a Republican President became
imperatorial, imperial. But not for one moment did the
modesty of his nature desert. His constant thought was
his country, and how to serve it. He saw the certain
greatness of the Republic, and was pleased in looking
forward to that early day, when, according to assured
calculation, its millions of people will count by the hundred;
but this prodigious sway was commended to him
only by the good of man. Personal ambition at the
expense of patriotism was as far removed from the simple
purity of his nature as poison from a strawberry.
And thus, with equal courage in the darkest hours, he
continued on, heeding as little the warnings of danger
as the temptations of power. “It would not do
for a President,” he said, “to have guards with drawn
sabres at his door, as if he fancied he were, or were
trying to be, or were assuming to be, an Emperor.” In
the same homeliness he spoke of his morning return
to daily duty as “opening shop.” Though commissioning
officers in multitudes beyond any other person of
authentic history, he never learned the mystery of
shoulder-straps or of buttons in the military and naval
uniforms, except that he noticed three stars on the
shoulders of the Lieutenant-General.
When he became President, he was without any considerable
experience in public affairs; nor was he much
versed in history, whose lessons would have been valuable.
Becoming more familiar with the place, his facility
increased. He had “learned the ropes,” so he said.
But his habits of business were irregular, and never
those of despatch. He did not see at once the just
proportions of things, and allowed himself to be occupied
by details. Even in small affairs, as well as great,
there was in him a certain resistance to be overcome.
Moments occurred when this delay excited impatience,
and the transcendent question seemed to suffer. But
when the blow fell, there was nothing but gratitude,
and all confessed the singleness with which he sought
the public good. A conviction prevailed, that, though
slow to reach his conclusion, he was inflexible in maintaining
it. Pompey boasted that by the stamp of his
foot he could raise an army. The President did this by
a word, and more: according to his own saying, he “put
his foot down,” and saved a principle.
This firmness in the right, as he saw it, was an anchor
which held always. Emancipation, once adopted, was
safe against recall or change. From time to time his
determination was repeated in terms which awakened a
throb in every liberty-loving bosom,—as when, in the
summer before the Presidential election, in his letter
“To whom it may concern,” he announced “the abandonment
of Slavery” as an essential condition of peace,[230]
and thus again proclaimed Emancipation,—or when,
on another occasion, he said, in simple words, “And
the promise, being made, must be kept,”[231]—and then
again exclaimed, loftily, in words good to repeat, “If
the people should, by whatever mode or means, make it
an Executive duty to reënslave such persons, another,
and not I, must be their instrument to perform it.”[232]
All this was beautiful and grand. Sodom was burning,
but there was no disposition to look back.
In statement of moral truth and exposure of wrong
he was at times singularly cogent. There was fire as
well as light in his words. Nobody more clearly exhibited
Slavery in its enormity. On one occasion, he
branded it as a “monstrous injustice”; on another, he
pictured the slave-masters as “wringing their bread
from the sweat of other men’s faces”; and then, on
still another, he said, with fine simplicity of diction,
“If Slavery is not wrong, then nothing is wrong.”
Would you find condemnation more complete, you must
go to John Brown, or to those famous words of John
Wesley, where the great Methodist held up Slavery as
the “execrable sum of all villanies.” Another mind,
more submissive to the truth he recognized, and less
disposed to take counsel of to-morrow, would have
hesitated less in carrying this judgment forward to its
natural conclusion. His courage to apply truth was
not always equal to his clearness in seeing it. The
heights he gained in conscience were not always sustained
in conduct. And have we not been told that
the soul can gain heights it cannot keep? Thus, while
condemning Slavery, he still waited, till many feared
that with him judgment would “lose the name of action.”
Even while exalting Human Equality, assailed
and derided by one of our ablest debaters, and insisting,
with admirable constancy, that all, without distinction
of color, are within the birthday promises of the
Republic, he yet allowed himself to be pressed by his
adversary to an illogical limitation of political rights.
But he was willing at all times to learn, and not
ashamed to change. Before death he expressed a desire
that suffrage should be accorded to colored persons
in certain cases; yet here again he failed to apply the
great Declaration for which he so often contended. If
suffrage be accorded to colored persons only in certain
cases, then, of course, it can be accorded to whites only
in the same cases,—or Equality ceases.
It was his own frank confession that he had not
controlled events, but they had controlled him. At
the important stages of the war, he followed rather
than led. The people, under God, were masters. Let
it not be forgotten that the national triumphs, and even
Emancipation itself, sprang from the great heart of the
American people. Individual services have been important,
but there is no man who was necessary.
On one theme he inclined latterly to guide the public
mind: it was the treatment of the Rebel leaders.
His policy was never announced, and of course would
have been subject to modification always in the light
of experience. But it is known that at the moment of
his assassination he was occupied by thoughts of lenity
and pardon. He was never harsh, even in speaking of
Jefferson Davis; and only a few days before his end,
when one who was privileged to address him in that
way said, “Do not allow him to escape the law, he
must be hanged,” the President replied calmly, in the
words so beautifully adopted in his last Inaugural Address,
“Judge not, that ye be not judged”; and when
pressed again by the remark that the sight of Libby
Prison made it impossible to pardon him, the President
repeated twice over the same words. The question of
clemency to our Rebels is the very theme so ably debated
between Cæsar and Cato, while the Roman Senate
was considering how to treat the confederates of
Catiline. Cæsar consented to confiscation and imprisonment,
but pleaded for life. Cato was sterner. It is
probable that the President, who was a Cato in patriotism,
would have followed the counsels of Cæsar.
Good-will to all men was with him a science as well
as a sentiment. His nature was pacific, and throughout
the terrible conflict his thoughts were always turned
on peace. He wished peace among ourselves, and he
wished peace with foreign powers. While abounding
in gratitude to returned officers and men, who had
fought the national battle so well, he longed to see the
sword in its scabbard, never again to flash against the
sky. His prudence found expression in the saying,
“One war at a time”; but his whole nature seemed to
say, “Peace always.” And yet it was his fortune to
conduct one of the greatest wars in all time. “With
malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness
in the right, as God gives us to see the right,”[233]—so he
worked and lived; and these words of his own might
be his honest epitaph.
His place in history may be seen from the transcendent
events with which his name must be forever
associated. The pyramids of our country are built by
the people more than by any ruler; but the ruler of
the people at such a moment cannot be forgotten.
It is impossible to exaggerate the Proclamation of
Emancipation as an historic event. Its influence cannot
be limited to the present in place or time. It will
reach beyond the national jurisdiction, and beyond the
present age. Besides its immediate efficacy in liberating
slaves at home, it rises already a landmark of Human
Progress. From the solidarity of Slavery, the fall
of this abomination among us must cause its fall everywhere,—so
that in Cuba, Porto Rico, Brazil, or wherever
else a slave now wears a chain, that Proclamation will
be felt. Proudly will it be recognized always in the
destinies of the Republic. Only a short time before,
the Czar of Russia, also by proclamation, raised twenty
millions of serfs to the dignity of freemen; but even
this eminent act was less historic. Though of incalculable
importance to the serfs, it was not the triumph
of Popular Government, and it came from the East instead
of the West. It is to the West that the world
now looks for sunrise. “Video solem orientem in occidente.”[234]
But the Emancipation Proclamation itself was
an agency in the military overthrow of the Rebellion,
which, if regarded as an achievement of war, is one of
the greatest in the annals of war, but, if regarded in
political consequences, is an epoch of history. Here,
again, the magnitude of the event is fully appreciated
only when it is considered that the triumph of the
Republic is the triumph of Popular Institutions everywhere.
It is much that the Republic has become impregnable,
whether against “malice domestic” or “foreign
levy”; but it is more that it has become an example
to the world. That all this should be done under
a President representing especially the people, speaking
always in sympathy with the people in words of power
never to be forgotten, and sealing his devotion with life,
adds to the splendor of the example.
His are great heralds, such as few have had as they
entered the lofty portals. Our martyred dead is seen
also in the company to which he is admitted, among
the purest of all time,—martyrs, patriots, philanthropists,
servants of truth and duty. Milton, Hampden,
Sidney, Wilberforce, all welcome the new-comer. Washington
leads the hosts of his own country, from the
Pilgrims of the Mayflower to the thronging crowds who
have laid down their lives for the Republic.
By the association of a similar death he passes into
the same galaxy with Cæsar, William of Orange, and
Henry the Fourth of France, all of whom were assassinated,—and
his star will not pale by the side of
theirs. Cæsar was a contrast in everything, unless in
clemency, and the coincidence that each at the time
of sacrifice was fifty-six years of age. How unlike
in all else! Cæsar was of brilliant lineage, which he
traced on one side to the immortal gods, and on the
other to a recent chief of Rome,—of completest
education,—of amplest means,—of rarest experience,—of
acknowledged genius as statesman, soldier, orator,
and writer, being in himself the most finished man
of Antiquity; but he was the enslaver of his country,
whose personal ambition took the place of patriotism,
and whose name has become the synonym of
imperial power. Of princely birth and great riches,
William of Orange began as page in the household of
Charles the Fifth, on whose wide-spread dominions,
the largest of modern history, the sun never set. The
youthful page became companion and intimate of the
powerful Emperor. Unawed and unseduced, he upheld
the liberties of his country, which he conducted
wisely, surely, grandly,—anticipating the example
of Washington. His name of “Silent” suggests the
reticence of his American parallel, like whom he was
also a liberator. Henry the Fourth, of the House of
Bourbon, was a king memorable for practical sense,
anecdote, and pregnant wit, with a certain Gallic salt.
He, too, knew the trials of civil war, which he closed
in peace and crowned with mercy. The National Unity
prevailed in him. The age of fifty-six witnessed also
his death, leaving great plans unfulfilled, and his career
emblazoned by the popular epic of his country, “La
Henriade” of Voltaire. These are illustrious names;
but there is nothing in them to eclipse the simple life
of our President, whose example, commemorated by
history and by song, will be the pride of humanity
and a rebuke to every usurper. The cause he served
was more than empire. The motive of his conduct was
higher than success,—as devotion to Human Rights is
higher than genius or power, as man is higher than
aught else on earth.
More like him in certain aspects was the Roman
Emperor Vespasian, whose just sway was prolonged in
Titus, his son. Without ancestry or rank, he rose to
the loftiest power, and, when on these heights, never
dissembled the humility of his origin. The simplicity
and frugality of early life were continued on the throne
of the world. There was in the Emperor a kindred
humanity, and the same fondness for story and jest.
But the common feature, bringing the two into one historic
family, was generous indulgence to political opponents.
It belongs to the fame of our President that in
selections for the public service he forgot all personal
differences. Capacity and devotion to the country
were controlling recommendations, before which every
thought of opposition or rivalry, or even of injury, disappeared.
Here the Roman Emperor anticipated the
American President; for the contemporary historian, in
his brief record, presents him as “very little mindful of
affronts and enmities, or vindictive on their account.”[235]
Such a character, whether at Rome or Washington, is
an example for all.
There is another character, taken away close upon
the age of fifty-six,[236] who seems to have revived in the
President. Do not be astonished, when I mention St.
Louis of France. Difference of epoch and of objects
occupying attention cannot obscure certain kindred features,
and especially the common consecration of their
lives. The French monarch, though at the head of a
military power, was a lover of peace, and cultivated
justice towards his neighbors. Through him a barbarous
institution was overthrown, and France advanced
in civilization. The Trial by Battle, against which he
launched a noble ordinance, was a curse not inferior
to our Slavery. In an age of violence he was gentle.
In an age of privilege, and wearing a crown, he
was moved to the practice of Equality. History recalls
with undisguised applause the simple justice he
delighted to administer, sitting under an oak in the
park of Vincennes. Our President launched his ordinance
at a barbarous institution, and advanced his country.
He, too, practised Equality. And he, also, had his
oak of Vincennes. It was that plain room where he
was always so accessible as to make his example difficult
for future Presidents. At stated times he was open
to all who came with petitions, and they flocked across
the continent. The transactions of that simple court of
last resort would show how much was done to temper
the law, to assuage sorrow, and to care for the widow
and orphan; but its only record is in heaven.
Such, fellow-citizens, are the Life and Character of
Abraham Lincoln. You have discerned his simple beginnings,—have
watched his early struggles,—have
gratefully followed his dedication to the truths our
fathers declared,—have hailed him twice-elected head
of the Republic, through whom it was known in foreign
lands,—have recognized him at a period of national
peril as representative of the unfulfilled promises
made by our fathers, even as Washington was
representative of National Independence,—and you
have beheld him struck down at the moment of victory,
when Rebel Slavery was everywhere succumbing.
Reverently we acknowledge the finger of the Almighty,
and pray that our great trials may not fail, to the end
that the promises of the Fathers may be fulfilled,—those
promises, so great and glorious, which make the
Declaration a title-deed of mankind.
Traitorous Assassination struck him down. Yet be
not vindictive towards the poor atom that held the
weapon. Reserve your rage for the responsible power,
which, not content with assailing the life of the Republic,
outraged all law, human and divine,—organized
Barbarism as a principle of conduct,—took the
lives of faithful Unionists at home,—prepared robbery
and murder on the northern borders,—fired hotels,
the home of women and children,—plotted to scatter
pestilence and poison,—perpetrated piracy and ship-burning
at sea,—starved American citizens in prolonged
captivity,—inflicted the slow torture of Andersonville
and Libby,—menaced assassination always,—and
now, at last, true to itself, has assassinated our
President: and this responsible power is none other
than Slavery. It is Slavery that has taken the life of
our beloved Chief Magistrate; and here is another triumph
of its Barbarism. On Slavery let vengeance fall.
Spare, if you please, the worm it employs; but do not,
I entreat you, yield amnesty to this murderous wickedness.
Ravaillac, who took the life of the French
Henry, was torn in pieces on the public square before
the City Hall by four powerful horses, each fastened
to one of his limbs, and rending in opposite directions,
until, at last, after fearful struggle, nothing of
the wretched assassin remained to the executioner except
his bloody shirt, which was at once handed over
to be burned. Such be our vengeance; and let Slavery
be the victim.
And not only Slavery, which is another name for
property in man, but also that other pretension, not
less irrational and hateful, that Human Rights can
depend on color. This is the bloody shirt of the assassin;
let it be handed over to be burned.
Such a vengeance will be a kiss of reconciliation;
for it will remove every obstacle to peace and harmony.
The people where Slavery once ruled will bless
the blow that destroyed it. The people where the kindred
tyranny of Caste once prevailed will rejoice that
this fell under the same blow. They will yet confess
that it was dealt in no harshness, in no unkindness, in
no desire to humiliate, but simply and solemnly, in
the name of the Republic and of Human Nature, for
their good as well as ours,—ay, for their good more
than ours.
By ideas, more than by armies, we have conquered.
The sword of the Archangel was less mighty than
the mission he bore from the Lord. But if the ideas
giving us the victory are now neglected, if the pledges
of the Declaration, which the Rebellion openly assailed,
are left unredeemed, then have blood and treasure
been lavished for nought. Alas for the dead who
gave themselves so bravely to their country, alas for
the living left to mourn the dead, if any relic of Slavery
is allowed to continue!—especially if this bloody imposture,
defeated in the pretension of property in man,
is allowed to perpetuate an oligarchy of the skin!
How shall these ideas be saved? How shall the
war waged by Abraham Lincoln be brought to an end,
so as to assure peace, tranquillity, and reconciliation?
All turns on the colored suffrage. This is the centre
and pivot of national safety. A mistake now is worse
than the loss of a battle. And yet here again we encounter
the Rebellion in its odious pretensions, hardly
less audacious than when it took up arms. Amidst its
expiring camp-fires, the men who have trimmed them—with
fresh oaths of allegiance on the lips—renew
their early activity in plotting how to preserve an
oligarchical power. The demon of Caste follows the
demon of Slavery. In setting ourselves against this
accursed succession, we follow the solemn behests of
the Great Declaration, so constantly championed by
the martyred President. And now, as I close this humble
tribute, let me ask you to adopt that championship,
which was his first title to national gratitude, and
is now his best. Let each be standard-bearer of the
Declaration. I cannot err, if, speaking at his funeral,
I detain you to insist upon this absorbing duty, where
for the moment all other duties are swallowed up.
The argument for colored suffrage is overwhelming.
It springs from the necessity of the case, as well as
from the Rights of Man. This suffrage is needed for
the security of the colored people, for the stability
of the local government, and for the strength of the
Union. Without it there is nothing but insecurity for
the colored people, instability for the local government,
and weakness for the Union, involving of course
the national credit. Without it the Rebellion will break
forth under a new alias, unarmed it may be, but with
white votes to take possession of the local government
and wield it at will, whether at home or in the national
councils. If it be said that the colored people
are unfit, then do I show that they are more fit than
their recent masters, or than the “poor whites.” They
have been loyal always; and who is he, that, under
any pretence, exalts the prejudices of the disloyal above
the rights of the loyal? Their suffrage is now needed,—more
even than you ever needed their muskets or
sabres. An English statesman, after the acknowledgment
of the Spanish Colonies as Independent States,
boasted that he had called a new world into existence
to redress the balance of the old. In similar spirit, we,
too, must call a new ballot into existence to redress
the tyranny that refuses justice to the colored race.
The same national authority that destroyed Slavery
must see that this other pretension is not permitted
to survive; nor is there any doubt that the authority
which destroyed Slavery is competent to the kindred
duty. Each belongs to that great policy of justice
through which alone can peace become permanent
and immutable. Nor may the Republic shirk this remaining
service, without leaving Emancipation unfinished
and the early promises of the Fathers unfulfilled.
Vain the gift of Liberty, if you surrender the rights of
the freedman to be judged by recent assertors of property
in man. Burke, in his day, saw the flagrant inconsistency,
and denounced it, saying that whatever
such people did on this subject was “arrant trifling,”
and, notwithstanding its plausible form, always wanted
what he aptly called “the executory principle.”[237] These
words of warning were adopted and repeated by two
later statesmen, George Canning and Henry Brougham;
but they are so clear as not to need support of names.
The infant must not be handed over to be suckled by
the wolf; it must be carefully nursed by its parent;
and since the Republic is parent of Emancipation, the
Republic must nurse the immortal infant into maturity
and strength. The Republic at the beginning took
up this great work: the Republic must finish what it
began; and it cannot err, if, in anxious care, it holds
nothing done so long as anything remains undone. The
Republic, with matchless energy, hurled forward victorious
armies: the Republic must exact that “security
for the future” without which this unparalleled war
will have been waged in vain. The Republic to-day,
with one consenting voice, commemorates the martyred
victim: the same Republic, prompt in this service,
must require that his promises to an oppressed race
be maintained in all their integrity and completeness,
in letter and in spirit, so that the cause for which he
became a sacrifice shall not fail; his martyrdom was a
new pledge, beyond any even in life.
The colored suffrage is an overwhelming necessity.
In making it an essential condition of restoration, we
follow, first, the law of reason and of Nature, and,
secondly, the Constitution, not only in its text, but
in the light of the Declaration. By reason and Nature
there can be no denial of rights on account of color;
and we can do nothing thus irrational and unnatural.
By the Constitution it is stipulated that “the United
States shall guaranty to every State a republican form
of government”; but the meaning of this guaranty must
be found in the birthday Declaration of the Republic,
which is the controlling preamble of the Constitution.
Beyond all question, the United States, when called to
enforce the guaranty, must insist on the equality of all
before the law, and the consent of the governed. Such is
the true idea of republican government according to
American institutions.
The Slave-Masters, driven from their first intrenchments,
occupy inner defences. Property in man is
abandoned; but they now insist that the freedman
shall not enjoy political rights. Liberty has been won.
The battle for Equality is still pending. And now a
new compromise is proposed, in the name of State
Rights. Sad that it should be so. But I do not despair.
The victory may be delayed, but not lost. All
who set themselves against Equality will be overborne;
for it is the cause of Humanity. Not the rich and
proud, but the poor and lowly, will be the favorites of
an enfranchised Republic. The words of the Prophet
must be fulfilled: “And I will punish the world for
their evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; and I
will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and
will lay low the haughtiness of the terrible. I WILL
MAKE A MAN MORE PRECIOUS THAN FINE
GOLD, EVEN A MAN, THAN THE GOLDEN
WEDGE OF OPHIR.”[238] I accept these sublime
promises, and echo them back as assurance of triumph.
Then will the Republic be all that heart can
desire or imagination paint,—“supremely lovely and
serenely great, majestic mother” of a free, happy, and
united people, with Slavery and all its tyranny beaten
down under foot, so that no man shall call another
master, and all shall be equal before the law.
In this great victory death is swallowed up, and
before us is the vision of the Republic performing all
that was promised. How easy, then, the passage from
sorrow to exultation!
Fellow-citizens, be happy in what you have. Mourn
not the dead, but rejoice in his life and example. Rejoice,
as you point to this child of the people, who was
lifted so high that Republican Institutions became manifest
in him. Rejoice that through him Emancipation
was proclaimed. Rejoice that under him “government
of the people, by the people, and for the people” obtained
a final verdict never to be set aside or questioned.
Above all, see to it that his constant vows are
performed, and the promises of the Fathers maintained,
so that no person in the upright form of man is shut
out from their protection. Do this, and the Unity of
the Republic will be fixed on a foundation that cannot
fail. The corner-stone of National Independence is already
in its place, and on it is inscribed the name of
George Washington. Another stone must also have
place at the corner. It is the great Declaration itself,
once a promise, at last a reality. On this adamantine
block we will gratefully inscribe the name of Abraham
Lincoln.