The writer hereof was a witness to one incident that showed something of the loss that Mr. Chase
sustained in a business way because of his principles.
While a law student in a country village he was sent down to Cincinnati
to secure certain testimony in the form of affidavits.
During his visit he called at Mr. Chase
's law office, introduced himself, and was very pleasantly received.
He noticed that there was a notary public in the office.
Among other instructions he had been directed to get the affidavit of a leading business man in Cincinnati
, a railroad president.
The document was prepared and signed, but there was no one at hand before whom it could be sworn to. The writer remarked that he knew where there was a notary in a near-by office.
We proceeded to Mr. Chase
's chambers, and were about to enter when my companion noticed the name on the door.
He fell back as if he had been struck in the face.
“The Abolitionist,” he exclaimed, “I would n't enter his place for a hundred dollars!”
We went elsewhere for our business, and on the way my companion expressed himself about Mr. Chase
. “What a pity it is,” he said, “that that young man is ruining himself.
He is a bright man,” he went on, “and I employed him professionally until he went daft on the subject of freeing the niggers whom the Lord
made for the purpose of serving the white people.”
Like pretty much all the early Abolitionists, Mr. Chase
had a taste of mob violence.
He had one singular experience.
When the mob destroyed the printing establishment of James G. Birney
mingled with the crowd.