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February (search for this): chapter 6
an all other subjects put together. To this day secret societies are his special aversion. But we must hasten on. Horace had soon learned his trade. He became the best hand in the office, and rendered important assistance in editing the paper. Some numbers were almost entirely his work. But there was ill-luck about the little establishment. Several times, as we have seen, it changed proprietors, but none of them could make it prosper; and, at length, in the month of June, 1830, the second month of the apprentice's fifth year, the Northern Spectator was discontinued; the printing-office was broken up, and the apprentice, released from his engagement, became his own master, free to wander whithersoever he could pay his passage, and to work for whomsoever would employ him. His possessions at this crisis were—a knowledge of the art of printing, an extensive and very miscellaneous library in his memory, a wardrobe that could be stuffed into a pocket, twenty dollars in cash, and—
November (search for this): chapter 6
boat. On one of these tedious journeys he first saw Saratoga, a circumstance to which he alluded seven years after, in a fanciful epistle, written from that famous watering-place, and published in the New Yorker: Saratoga! bright city of the present I thou ever-during one-and-twenty of existence! a wanderer by thy stately palaces and gushing fountains salutes thee! Years, yet not many, have elapsed since, a weary roamer from a distant land, he first sought thy health—giving waters. November's sky was over earth and him, and more than all, over thee; and its chilling blasts made mournful melody amid the waving branches of thy ever verdant pines. Then, as now, thou wert a City of Tombs, deserted by the gay throng whose light laughter re-echoes so joyously through thy summer-robed arbors. But to him, thou wert ever a fairy land, and he wished to quaff of thy Hygeian treasures as of the nectar of the poet's fables. One long and earnest draught, ere its sickening disrelish came
1805 AD (search for this): chapter 6
ourse; here, a rocky gorge; a grassy plain, beyond. At one of its narrow places, where the two ranges of hills approach and nod to one another, and where the river pours through a rocky channel—a torrent on a very small scale—the little village nestles, a cluster of houses at the base of an enormous hill. It is built round a small triangular green, in the middle of which is a church, with a handsome clock in its steeple, all complete except the works, and bearing on its ample face the date, 1805. No village, however minute, can get on without three churches, representing the Conservative, the Enthusiastic, and Eccentric tendencies of human nature; and, of course, East Poultney has three. It has likewise the most remarkably shabby and dilapidated schoolhouse in all the country round. There is a store or two; but business is not brisk, and when a customer arrives in town, perhaps, his first difficulty will be to find the storekeeper, who has locked up his store and gone to hoe in hi
1826 AD (search for this): chapter 6
tch up, have settled down to the tranquil enjoyment of Things as they Are. The village cemetery, near by,—more populous far than the village, for the village is an old one—is upon the side of a steep ascent, and whole ranks of gravestones bow, submissive to the law of gravitation, and no man sets them upright. A quiet, slow little place is East Poultney. Thirty years ago, the people were a little more wide awake, and there were a few more of them. It was a fine spring morning in the year 1826, about ten o'clock, when Mr. Amos Bliss, the manager, and one of the proprietors, of the Northern Spectator, might have been seen in the garden behind his house planting potatoes. He heard the gate open behind him, and, without turning or looking round, became dimly conscious of the presence of a boy. But the boys of country villages go into whosesoever garden their wandering fancy impels them, and supposing this boy to be one of his own neighbors, Mr. Bliss continued his work and quickly f
April, 1826 AD (search for this): chapter 6
vors me with some interesting reminiscences. He says, I was a fellow-apprentice with Horace Greeley at Poultney for nearly two years. We boarded together during that period at four different places, and we were constantly together. The following passage from a letter from this early friend of our hero will be welcome to the reader, notwithstanding its repetitions of a few facts already known to him:— Little did the inhabitants of East Poultney, where Horace Greeley went to reside in April, 1826, as an apprentice to the printing business, dream of the potent influence he was a few years later destined to exert, not only upon the politics of a neighboring State, but upon the noblest and grandest philanthropic enterprises of the age. He was then a remarkably plain-looking unsophisticated lad of fifteen, with a slouching, careless gait, leaning away forward as he walked, as if both his head and his heels were too heavy for his body. He wore a wool hat of the old stamp, with so smal
1827 AD (search for this): chapter 6
ce, Horace had, during the term of his apprenticeship, about as many opportunities of boarding round, as ordinarily fall to the lot of a country schoolmaster. In 1827, he boarded at the Eagle tavern, which was then kept by Mr. Harlow Hosford, and was the Headquarters of social and fashionable life in that pleasant old village. tariff with a view to the better protection of American manufactures was among the most prominent topics of public and private discussion. It was about the year 1827 that the Masonic excitement arose Military men tell us that the bravest regiments are subject to panic. Regiments that bear upon their banners the most honorable d time incapable of reason and regardless of justice. Such seems to have been the nature of the anti-Masonic mania which raged in the Northern States from the year 1827. A man named Morgan, a printer, had published, for gain, a book in which the harmless secrets of the Order of Free Masons which he was a member, were divulged.
June, 1830 AD (search for this): chapter 6
ject—perhaps than all other subjects put together. To this day secret societies are his special aversion. But we must hasten on. Horace had soon learned his trade. He became the best hand in the office, and rendered important assistance in editing the paper. Some numbers were almost entirely his work. But there was ill-luck about the little establishment. Several times, as we have seen, it changed proprietors, but none of them could make it prosper; and, at length, in the month of June, 1830, the second month of the apprentice's fifth year, the Northern Spectator was discontinued; the printing-office was broken up, and the apprentice, released from his engagement, became his own master, free to wander whithersoever he could pay his passage, and to work for whomsoever would employ him. His possessions at this crisis were—a knowledge of the art of printing, an extensive and very miscellaneous library in his memory, a wardrobe that could be stuffed into a pocket, twenty dollar
John Quincy Adams (search for this): chapter 6
not calculated to moderate his zeal, or weaken his attachment to the party he had chosen. John Quincy Adams was president, Calhoun was vice-president, Henry Clay was secretary of State. It was one ich were easy to vociferate, and well adapted to impose on the unthinking, i. e. the majority. Adams had not been elected by the people. Adams had gained the presidency by a corrupt bargain with HAdams had gained the presidency by a corrupt bargain with Henry Clay. Adams was lavish of the public money. But of all the Cries of the time, Hurrah for Jackson was the most effective. Jackson was a man of the people. Jackson was the hero of New OrleansAdams was lavish of the public money. But of all the Cries of the time, Hurrah for Jackson was the most effective. Jackson was a man of the people. Jackson was the hero of New Orleans and the conqueror of Florida. Jackson was pledged to retrenchment and reform. Against vociferation of this kind, what availed the fact, evident, incontrovertible, that the affairs of the governmene general babble which the election of a President provokes. During the whole administration of Adams, the revision of the tariff with a view to the better protection of American manufactures was am
Amherst (search for this): chapter 6
which the family lived longest, and the barn in which they stored their hay and kept their cattle, leans forward like a kneeling elephant, and lets in the daylight through ten thousand apertures. But the neighbors point out the tree that stood before their front door, and the tree that shaded the kitchen window, and the tree that stood behind the house, and the tree whose apples Horace liked, and the bed of mint with which he regaled his nose. And both the people of Westhaven and those of Amherst assert that whenever the Editor of the Tribune revisits the scenes of his early life, at the season when apples are ripe, one of the things that he is surest to do, is to visit the apple trees that produce the fruit which he liked best when he was a boy, and which he still prefers before all the apples of the world. The new apprentice took his place at the font, and received from the foreman his copy, composing stick, and a few words of instruction, and then he addressed himself to his t
Amos Bliss (search for this): chapter 6
ing this boy to be one of his own neighbors, Mr. Bliss continued his work and quickly forgot that hhe man that carries on the printing office? Mr. Bliss then turned, and resting upon his hoe, survewant a boy to learn the trade? Well, said Mr. Bliss, we have been thinking of it. Do you want to Horace Greeley. Now it happened that Mr. Amos Bliss had been for the last three years an Inspeld give a correct and complete analysis. In Mr. Bliss's own account of the interview, he says, On er half an hour's conversation with the boy, Mr. Bliss intimate ed that he thought he would do, andace to the garden, and presented his paper. Mr. Bliss, whose curiosity had been excited to a high n his high-low shoes. The terms proposed by Mr. Bliss were, that the boy should be bound for five se of his powers. About this time, writes Mr. Bliss, a sound, well-read theologian and a pryoung men during his residence in Poultney. Mr. Bliss, however, was his senior and his employer; a[13 more...]
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