CHAPTER XXXI.

OLD BEN.

That evening, Case and Bart went in rather late to supper at the

Jefferson House, and Case pointed out B.P. Wade sitting at the head of

one of the tables. Bart studied him closely.

He was then about thirty-five or thirty-six years of age; of a fine,

athletic, compact and vigorous frame, straight, round, and of full

average height, with an upward cast of the head and face that made him

look taller than he was. He had a remarkably fine head and a striking

face--a high, narrow, retreating forehead, a little compressed at the

temples, aquiline nose, firm, goodish mouth, and prominent chin, with

a deep dark eye, and strongly marked brow, not handsome, but a strong,

firm, noticeable face, which, with his frank, manly, decided manner

and carriage, would at once arrest the eye of a stranger, as it did

that of Bart, who knew that he saw a remarkable man. The head was

turned, so that the light fell upon the face, giving it strong light

and shadow in the Rembrandt style; and Bart studied and contemplated

it at great advantage.

He tried to reproduce the recent scene in the Ohio Senate, in which

Wade performed so conspicuous a part. It was in the worst of the

bad days of Northern subserviency to slavery, which now seem

almost phantasmagorical; when, at the command of the Kentucky State

Commissioners, the grovelling majority of the Ohio Legislature

prostrated the State abjectly in the dust beneath its feet, it was

demanded that no man of African blood should be permitted to remain in

the State unless some responsible white man should become bail for his

good conduct, and that he should never become a public charge.

The bill was about to be put on its final passage in the Senate, by a

majority made up of men so revoltingly servile, that even such infamy

failed to preserve their names. "Tin Pan" had decreed that a vote

should be taken before adjournment for the night, and the debate ran

into the deep hours. Gregg Powers, a tall, dark-haired, black-eyed,

black-browed young senator, from Akron, had just pronounced a fervent,

indignant, sarcastic and bitter phillipic against it, when, after

midnight, Wade arose, with angry brow and flashing eye. Argument and

logic were out of place; appeals to honor could not be comprehended

by men shameless by nature, abject by instinct, and infamous by habit,

and who cared nothing for the fame of their common State. Wade,

at white heat, turned on them a mingled torrent of sarcasm, scorn,

contempt, irony, scoffing, and derision, hot, seething, hissing,

blistering, and consuming. He then turned to the haughty and insolent

Commissioners of slavery, who were present, that the abasement of

the State might lack no mark or brand, and with an air haughtier and

prouder than their own, defied them. He declared himself their mortal

foe, and cast the gauntlet contemptuously into their faces. He told

them they would meet him again in the coming bitter days, and with

prodigious force, predicted the extirpation of slavery. Nobody called

him to order; nobody interrupted him; and when he closed his awful

phillipic, nobody tried to reply. The vote was taken, and the bill

passed into a law. And as Bart called up the scene, and looked at the

man taking his tea, and conversing carelessly, he thought that a life

would be a cheap price for such an opportunity and effort.

Nature had been generous to Wade, and given him a fine, well-balanced,

strong, clear intellect, of a manly, direct, and bold cast, as well

of mind as temperament. He was not destitute of learning in his

profession, but rather despised culture, and had a certain indolence

of intellect, that arose in part from undervaluing books, and although

later a great reader, he was never a learned man. His manners were

rude though kind; he had wonderful personal popularity, and was the

freest possible from cant, pretence, or any sort of demagogueism.

He was as incapable of a mean thought as of uttering the slightest

approach to an untruth, or practising a possible insincerity. He was

a favorite with the young lawyers and students, who imitated his rude

manner and strong language; was a dangerous advocate, and had much

influence with courts. In all these early years he was known as Frank

Wade; "Ben" and "old Ben" came to him years after at Washington.

When he left the supper room Case found an opportunity to introduce

Bart to him. Wade received him very cordially, and spoke with great

kindness of his brother Henry, and remarked that Bart did not much

resemble him.

"So I am generally told," said Bart; "and I fear that I am less like

him in intellect than in person."

"You may possibly not lose by that. Most persons would think you

better looking, and you may have as good a mind--that we will find out

for ourselves."

Bart felt that this was kind. Wade then remarked that they would find

time on Monday to overhaul his law. Later, Bart met Ranney, who, he

thought, received him coolly.

The next day the young men went to church. Nothing in the way of

heresy found foothold at Jefferson. It was wholly orthodox; although

it was suspected that Wade and Ranney had notions of their own in

religion; or rather the impression was that they had no religion of

any kind. Not to have the one and true, was to have none according to

the Jefferson platform.

Monday was an anxious day for Bart. He would now be put to a real

test. He knew he had studied hard, but he remembered the air with

which Henry and Ranney waived him off. Then he was so poor, and was

so anxious to get through, and be admitted in September, that he was

a little nervous when the lawyers found leisure in the afternoon to

"overhaul his law," as Wade had expressed it.

Ranney had no idea of letting him off on definitions and general

rules, and he plunged at once into special pleading, as presented by

Chitty, in his chapter on Replications. No severer test could have

been applied, and the young men thought it a little rough. Bart

answered the questions with some care, and gave the reason of the

rules clearly. Ranney then proposed a case of a certain special plea,

and asked Bart how he would reply. Bart enumerated all the various

replies that might be made, and the method of setting each forth.

Ranney then asked him to state an instance of new assignment, in

a replication; and when Bart had stated its purpose and given an

instance, he said he thought that a good pleader would always so state

his case in his declaration as to render a new assignment unnecessary,

perhaps impossible. He was then asked what defects in pleading would

be cured by a general verdict? and gave the rules quite luminously.

Ranney then asked him what books he had read; and Bart named several.

"What others?" and he named as many more. "Is that all?" laughing.

"Oh!" said Bart, "I remember what you and Henry said about my reading,

and really I have dipped into a good many besides."

"Well, Ranney," said Wade, "what can we do for this young man? I think

he will pass now, better than one in a hundred."

"I think so too; still, I think we can help him, or help him to help

himself." And he finally named a work on commercial law, a book on

medical jurisprudence, and a review of Kent. At leisure moments, he

would have him practise in drawing bills in Chancery, declarations,

pleas, etc.

Bart certainly might be pleased with this result, and it evidently

advanced him very much in the estimation of all who had listened to

his examination, although he felt that the work imposed upon him was

rather slender, and just what he should do with the spare time this

labor would leave him he would not then determine.

He liked his new position with these ambitious young men, engaged in

intellectual pursuits, with whom he was to associate and live, and

upon whom he felt that he had made a favorable impression. It did

not occur to him that there might be society, save with these and

his books; nor would it have occurred to him to enquire, or to seek

entrance into it, if it existed; with a sort of intellectual hunger

he rushed upon his books with a feeling that he had recently been

dissipated, and misapplied his time and energies.

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