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Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 41
nicate his thoughts by feeling for the slate and writing them, more or less intelligibly, for four weeks. About this time there was a congress of medical men in Washington, and fortunately our dear friend and family physician, Dr. Thomas Miller, brought the great specialist, Dr. Hayes, of Philadelphia, to see our poor sufferer, thh he thought he could lighten the tedium of these gloomy hours-and often holding Mr. Davis's hand with the tenderness of a woman. The brave old Colonel came to Washington intent upon having satisfaction from General Harney, for a discourtesy he thought had been done to him, .and asked Colonel Hardie to be his friend in the alterced, and he added: Beware when all men speak well of you. No English minister and his wife that I have known were ever so beloved as were Lord and Lady Napier in Washington. Mr. Seward came for an hour daily, and sometimes oftener, to tell all the passing show of the Senate and House of Representatives. One of his favorite expre
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 41
be what I want to impress upon the multitude outside; and then there is also the power to pin my antagonists down to my exact words, which might be disputed if received orally. Another day he began to talk on the not infrequent topic among us, of slavery. Heartily liking him, and taking a good many liberties of expression with him, I said, Mr. Seward, how can you make, with a grave face, those piteous appeals for the negro that you did in the Senate; you were too long a schoolmaster in Georgia to believe the things you say? He looked at me quizzically, and smilingly answered, I do not, but these appeals, as you call them, are potent to affect the rank and file of the North. Mr. Davis said, very much shocked at Mr. Seward's answer, But, Mr. Seward, do you never speak from conviction alone? Nev-er, answered he. Mr. Davis raised up his blindfolded head, and with much heat whispered, As God is my judge, I never spoke from any other motive. Mr. Seward put his arm about him and g
Mexico (Mexico, Mexico) (search for this): chapter 41
ity of my absence and had himself led upstairs. On my return he was sitting close by the child, whispering, for he could not speak yet aloud, bear stories to him with his arm under the little man's head, looking as happy as he. This boy was the pride of his later years and the object of his tender affection, until our brother's gallant deeds swept him in to the blessed immortality he so well earned. My brother was baptized, at a time when Mr. Davis was supposed to be mortally wounded in Mexico, Jefferson Davis-and none more worthy will ever again bear that honored name. During Mr. Davis's two months confinement to the dark room, men of all politics came to him with a personal affection most charming. Colonel Edwin V. Sumner, a stout-hearted, tender preux chevalier of the old regime, who, when promotion was to have been expected at Secretary Davis's hands, never made any pretence of leaning toward Southern opinions, would sit in almost total darkness and talk army matters,
Thomas Hart Benton (search for this): chapter 41
d, Dallas Bache, and I must go if it kills me. He left me at the door of the waiting-room with beef-tea and wine in a little basket and went in — carried his point, then came almost fainting home. From that time he began to slide back into his accustomed place for an hour or two each day, and convalescence had its gentle and perfect work. After many weeks Mr. Seward said he might, with the practice of a raconteur he had acquired, have grown to the height of a second book nearly equal to Mr. Benton's Thirty years in the Senate, had his short digests of its acts not been interrupted by this unlucky convalescence. I met him looking very bored once on the street, and he stopped and said, I think Mr. Davis must get sick again, I miss my daily walks. So powerful was the attraction my husband's elevated character and graceful deference for others exercised over the most prejudiced of his antagonists. Mr. Seward's was a problematical character full of contradictions, but a very attra
Thomas Miller (search for this): chapter 41
s. In the winter of 1858 Mr. Davis, in the midst of the heat and excitement of the session, caught a very severe cold which gave him laryngitis; and, before this subsided, the left eye became intensely inflamed. He lay speechless and blind, only able to communicate his thoughts by feeling for the slate and writing them, more or less intelligibly, for four weeks. About this time there was a congress of medical men in Washington, and fortunately our dear friend and family physician, Dr. Thomas Miller, brought the great specialist, Dr. Hayes, of Philadelphia, to see our poor sufferer, though he had been previously ably attended also by Dr. William Stone, of the District. Mr. Davis's anguish was intense — a procedenture of the pupil had taken place, and the eye was in imminent danger of bursting. My husband's fortitude and self-control had been so great that no one but I knew how much he suffered, and I only because one day I begged him to try to take nourishment, and he gave only
Dallas Bache (search for this): chapter 41
sat long discussing him with sincere regret, and the hope that he had been making a feigned confidence to amuse us. Mr. Davis grew slowly better, the unimpaired eye cleared, his throat had been for some time pretty well; but Mr. Seward came daily until the day Mr. Davis was taken in a close carriage up to address the Senate on an appropriation for the coast survey. Mr. Seward and I both objected earnestly, but Mr. Davis said, It is for the good of the country and for my boyhood's friend, Dallas Bache, and I must go if it kills me. He left me at the door of the waiting-room with beef-tea and wine in a little basket and went in — carried his point, then came almost fainting home. From that time he began to slide back into his accustomed place for an hour or two each day, and convalescence had its gentle and perfect work. After many weeks Mr. Seward said he might, with the practice of a raconteur he had acquired, have grown to the height of a second book nearly equal to Mr. Benton's T
Jefferson Davis Howell (search for this): chapter 41
r the slate and wrote, My wife saved it. All the triumphs of my life were and are concentrated in and excelled by this blessed memory. He sat patiently until the examinations were over, without a word of remonstrance, and was taken nearly fainting back to bed. Dr. Hayes asked me if he was never irritable and remarked such patience surpasses that of man, it is godlike. There he lay, silent, uncomplaining, anxious to save everyone trouble, and most concerned about my little brother, Jefferson Davis Howell, who was ill with scarlet fever in the room above. As soon as Mr. Davis could speak he insisted on going up to him. When I objected because he had never had the disease, he watched the opportunity of my absence and had himself led upstairs. On my return he was sitting close by the child, whispering, for he could not speak yet aloud, bear stories to him with his arm under the little man's head, looking as happy as he. This boy was the pride of his later years and the object of hi
James Buchanan (search for this): chapter 41
ber his gracious life among us, and he and his lovely wife, one of the most charming and holy women of her day, as well as one of the most accomplished, are enshrined in many hearts as memories that are precious possessions. The President, Mr. Buchanan, paid Lady Napier a compliment, on her farewell visit before leaving the embassy, that was gratifying to every woman in society, and evinced his power of saying, upon the moment, as graceful things as Talleyrand. For some unaccountable reason Lord Napier had been recalled suddenly, Mr. Buchanan assured me that he had no idea why. Everyone in society felt the recall a personal grievance, and some of the English legation believed that the President or Secretary of State had intimated that another minister would be more acceptable. So great was the sympathy and regard for the retiring minister, that his friends gave him a large ball at Willard's, which was attended by the good society of all the neighboring cities. During their l
Napier (search for this): chapter 41
plished, are enshrined in many hearts as memories that are precious possessions. The President, Mr. Buchanan, paid Lady Napier a compliment, on her farewell visit before leaving the embassy, that was gratifying to every woman in society, and evwas attended by the good society of all the neighboring cities. During their last official visit, just as Lord and Lady Napier were making their adieux, the President bent his stately head over Lady Napier's hand and gravely said, Madam, I have Lady Napier's hand and gravely said, Madam, I have holy writ to substantiate my warning that you are in imminent danger. She looked startled, and he added: Beware when all men speak well of you. No English minister and his wife that I have known were ever so beloved as were Lord and Lady Napier in Lady Napier in Washington. Mr. Seward came for an hour daily, and sometimes oftener, to tell all the passing show of the Senate and House of Representatives. One of his favorite expressions when recounting a debate was, Your man out-talked ours, you would have
Fox Indians (search for this): chapter 41
s-and none more worthy will ever again bear that honored name. During Mr. Davis's two months confinement to the dark room, men of all politics came to him with a personal affection most charming. Colonel Edwin V. Sumner, a stout-hearted, tender preux chevalier of the old regime, who, when promotion was to have been expected at Secretary Davis's hands, never made any pretence of leaning toward Southern opinions, would sit in almost total darkness and talk army matters, explorations, Indians, anything by which he thought he could lighten the tedium of these gloomy hours-and often holding Mr. Davis's hand with the tenderness of a woman. The brave old Colonel came to Washington intent upon having satisfaction from General Harney, for a discourtesy he thought had been done to him, .and asked Colonel Hardie to be his friend in the altercation; and in the course of his conversation with Mr. Davis, which was carried on through me, my husband inquired, You do not want to fight, of co
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