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1858 AD (search for this): chapter 41
apparent. Still the restraint was unpleasant to both sides, and induced a rather ceremonious intercourse. I remember a general start at a dinner party, when Mrs. F., a very well-bred, refined, excellent woman said, An abolitionist friend of ours. Those of us-at least half of the company — who were from the South felt the neutrality of the feast had not been preserved, and Mr. Davis whispered to his Southern vis-a-vis, Suppose we were to speak of our barn-burner friends. 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 gre
1859 AD (search for this): chapter 41
Chapter 41: the winter of 1859. In 1859 there was an unspoken feeling of avoidance between the political men of the two sections, and even to some extent between such of their families as had previously associated socially together. Unconsciously, all tentative subjects were avoided by the well-bred of both sections; it was only when some bull in a china shop galloped over the barriers good breeding had established, that there was anything but the kindest manner apparent. Still the restr1859 there was an unspoken feeling of avoidance between the political men of the two sections, and even to some extent between such of their families as had previously associated socially together. Unconsciously, all tentative subjects were avoided by the well-bred of both sections; it was only when some bull in a china shop galloped over the barriers good breeding had established, that there was anything but the kindest manner apparent. Still the restraint was unpleasant to both sides, and induced a rather ceremonious intercourse. I remember a general start at a dinner party, when Mrs. F., a very well-bred, refined, excellent woman said, An abolitionist friend of ours. Those of us-at least half of the company — who were from the South felt the neutrality of the feast had not been preserved, and Mr. Davis whispered to his Southern vis-a-vis, Suppose we were to speak of our barn-burner friends. In the winter of 1858 Mr. Davis, in the mids
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
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
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
V. H. Davis (search for this): chapter 41
ity of the feast had not been preserved, and Mr. Davis whispered to his Southern vis-a-vis, Supposealso by Dr. William Stone, of the District. Mr. Davis's anguish was intense — a procedenture of thuish, I cannot. While they examined the eye Mr. Davis sat in the room which had the full morning ldium of these gloomy hours-and often holding Mr. Davis's hand with the tenderness of a woman. The miniscence of sunshine and cheer with him to Mr. Davis's bedside. He had hardly reached middle agethe attention and sympathy of the audience. Mr. Davis remarked, I lose much of the vigor of my thot to affect the rank and file of the North. Mr. Davis said, very much shocked at Mr. Seward's answfrom conviction alone? Nev-er, answered he. Mr. Davis raised up his blindfolded head, and with mucr. Seward and I both objected earnestly, but Mr. Davis said, It is for the good of the country and the street, and he stopped and said, I think Mr. Davis must get sick again, I miss my daily walks. [8 more...]
Hardie (search for this): chapter 41
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 course, but to have this matter explained and the wrong acknowledged. Well, I do not know, said the old gentleman, I rather think I prefer fighting. It was, however, happily settled without resort to violent measures. Colonel Hardie, too, came very often, and sat reading and writing for him when I had driven out for fresh air for an hour. The English minister at that time was Lord Napier, afterward Governor of India. He, too, used to come like a healthy, tender boy, and brought a reminiscence of sunshine and cheer with him to Mr. Davis's bedside. He
William S. Harney (search for this): chapter 41
-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 course, but to have this matter explained and the wrong acknowledged. Well, I do not know, said the old gentleman, I rather think I prefer fighting. It was, however, happily settled without resort to violent measures. Colonel Hardie,
Hayes (search for this): chapter 41
is 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 inte cannot. While they examined the eye Mr. Davis sat in the room which had the full morning light streaming through it, that the doctors might see its condition. Dr. Hayes turned to me as I stood holding the emaciated hand that wrung mine at every pang, and said, I do not see why this eye has not burst. My husband felt for the sld 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 everyon
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
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