CHAPTER II.

WE GO TO WAR TO SETTLE OUR DIFFERENCES.

HERE let me present you, my son, with an exact portrait of the

distinguished general who is commonly accepted as striking the first

blow of this war. He was kindly educated at the expense of the

nation, and was first among its enemies. For a time his fame ran

high enough, and timid people were inclined to give him the

character of a monster. But it turned out in time that he was a very

peaceable gentleman, and not so much of a terrible warrior, after

all.

But I want to tell you, my son, how it was that the people of this

great nation took to swords and cannon, to settle their differences

of opinion.

The people of the great North, and the people of the great West,

were educated to a very different way of thinking on the question of

slavery; and differed with the people of the South as to what

constituted a national blessing. They were willing, for the sake of

peace, to tolerate slavery, as a great evil it were dangerous to

attempt to remove; but it was too much to ask them to accept it as a

great national blessing. These people were energetic, thrifty,

lovers of right and justice, and had grown rich and powerful by

their own industry. They could not see why the whole people of so

great a nation as ours should be required to bow down and worship

what the rest of the civilized world had stigmatized as the greatest

scourge of mankind. Seeing the power this great wrong was obtaining

over the nation, as well as the danger it was causing us by

corrupting the minds of the people, they consulted together and

elected a President after their own way of thinking. And this so

offended the people of the South, who were a brave people, and quick

to anger, that they gathered together from all parts of their

country, gave up their peaceful pursuits, and went to war for what

they called their independence. But I always found, my son, that

independence was an abused phrase, much on the tongues of these

people. Indeed their idea of independence extended only to giving

one class the full and exclusive right to enslave the other. The

Southern idea of independence was so shaped as to contain the very

worst features of a despotism. But you must look with forgiveness on

these people, my son, and seek to forget many of those acts of

vindictiveness which characterized them during the war.

At the same time, my son, you must not lose sight of the lesson

which the result of this war teaches. Let it be a guide to your own

actions that these people went to war to tear down what they could

not build up, to destroy a Government the world had come to respect

and admire, and under which they had found a safe refuge and a

tolerance for their institution of slavery. But the edifice they

sought to build up crumbled to the ground, and they are now left

without even a safe refuge for their pride. Yes, my son, these

people scorned the example of the Christian world, went to war in

defense of a great crime, and ceased only when they had destroyed

themselves.

I have been thus serious while instructing you as to how the war

began, because I am aware that a very large number of writers will

tell you that it began in a very different manner. If the account I

may hereafter give of what took place at the siege may be less

serious, you must charge it to my love for the truth of history.

Indeed much that occurred during that remarkable military event, was

not of so serious a nature as is generally conceded by an

intelligent public. Unless, then, it be written down as it occurred,

we shall not convey a faithful picture of it to the public.

Now that the war spirit was full to the brim, the people of the

South gathered in great numbers on the plains of Manassas. They were

earnest, serious, and even savage in their intentions; and they

brought with them their powder and shot-guns, and a large quantity

of whisky. They also brought with them a great number of negroes,

who were to build the forts, and do all work it would not become a

gentleman to do. And while this work was progressing, the

"gentlemen" soldiers of the South were to talk very loudly and

courageously, and invite all the Yankees round about to come out and

get whipped. These people resolved themselves into a great and

powerful army, with Peter Beauregard, the French gentleman of whom I

have before spoken, for its commander. This gentleman was somewhat

eccentric, and much given to saying things, the true meaning of

which he did not understand. A waggish friend of mine once told me

that this Mr. Beauregard was educated for an apothecary at West

Point, a place where young gentlemen are instructed in the various

ways of getting a living honestly. Being very skillful in the use of

mortars, he was held by Mr. Davis as a most proper person to command

a southern army, inasmuch as he could give the Yankees all the

physic they wanted in the shortest time. And as it is always

expected that a great general will say a great many things that are

neither sensible nor wise, and which afford politicians an excellent

opportunity of picking them to pieces, he is a wise general who

issues his orders and keeps his lips sealed on politics. I say this,

my son, because it is popularly understood that a general who knows

his business bears the same relations to a politician that pepper

does to the stomach.

And it came to pass that the people of the North and the people of

the West became seriously alarmed at the capers Mr. Beauregard and

his men were cutting at Manassas. Indeed, many false reports were

circulated concerning the great power of this Mr. Beauregard; and

our people began to give way to their fears, and to declare that he

might enter the capital any dark night and capture or send the

Government on a traveling expedition. The aged gentlemen at the head

of our Government shook their heads discouragingly, and declared

there was no safety in going to bed at night while Mr. Beauregard

was so near a neighbor. The honest farmers in the country round

about were also very much alarmed at the unruly conduct of Mr.

Beauregard's men, who carried off their pigs and chickens, and eat

up all their vegetables. They also made a great noise, and planted

guns on all the adjacent hills, a proceeding the honest farmers did

not fully comprehend. Then these unruly men became very defiant,

felt like fighting the world, and, in the honest belief that they

could do it, invited all the rest of the nation to come out and get

whipped. Yes, my son, and to show what confidence they had in

themselves, they said we might bring "five for one;" and for that

matter, all Germany and all Ireland. It was considered wisdom with

them to say nothing about England and France. Those two peaceably

inclined nations might, at some future day, be disposed to step in

and help them out--in a quiet way. It was not so much humanity as a

matter of profitable trade with these two great nations, and if

things should take a successful turn, they might see the confederacy

in a strong light, and give it material as well as moral help,

notwithstanding it had slavery for its foundation. In short, these

Southern gentlemen acted on the wise axiom, that it will not do to

make enemies in a direction where you may need friends and

assistance.

Now, my son, the eccentric French gentleman, of whom I have spoken

as capable of administering physic enough to settle the question

with the Yankees, soon became an object of great admiration with his

noisy people. And this so pleased him, that he came in time to

admire himself, and to firmly believe in his own mind that the world

had no greater warrior. Self-confidence, my son, is one of the most

necessary things in war. I have sometimes thought that this element

of an army's strength was not fully understood. It was at least not

understood by us when the war began. If it had been, a much less

number of our people would have shared Mr. Beauregard's opinion of

himself. As it was, our timid people so magnified his proportions as

to see danger in his very shadow. But then, my son, we were very

innocent of the practical part of war when the great rebellion

began; and this innocence led us into the very grave error of giving

our adversary more than his proper dimensions. It was this that led

the Northern mind to over-measure Mr. Beauregard.

I have always had a good deal of sympathy for Mr. Beauregard, and

never believed him anything but a pleasant, harmless gentleman, who

got into bad company by mere accident. Nor do I believe he ever had

any more serious design on the capital of the nation than to look at

it longingly from a distance, and perhaps a desire now and then to

enjoy the hospitality of some old friend. That he would have played

the ruthless invader, if he had got into the city, no reflecting

mind ever believed. But then there were people ready enough to

believe anything in those days--even to believe that there was truth

to be found in the stories told by Mr. Detective Baker.

It was natural enough that Mr. Beauregard should amuse his soldiers

by telling them romantic stories of the pleasant days he had spent

in Washington, as well as the great value of what it contained. It

was necessary also that he should ascertain how far the Government

at Washington could be frightened, and what were the best means to

that end. You must know, my son, that a Frenchman regards it as one

of the first principles in war to find out how far you can frighten

your adversary before proceeding to fight him. This will account for

a good deal that Mr. Beauregard said and did while at Manassas, and

which, at the time, was somewhat unintelligible.

As we were not sure, however, as to what the real intentions of Mr.

Beauregard and his master were, it was concluded that we could

better preserve our respect for them, as well as the peace of mind

of our own people, by applying the proper means to keep them at a

respectful distance outside. Indeed the capital contained a great

many things which would be extremely useful to an ambitious

gentleman resolved on setting up a government of his own, and with

the machinery all working according to his own way of thinking. And

as the honest intentions of these ambitious men (I refer to Mr.

Beauregard and his master) were no more to be trusted than their

loyalty, we set our engineers to work building a cordon of forts,

such as the world had never seen before, and supposed to be strong

enough to keep all our enemies out. And these forts were mounted

with such reasoning powers as the largest cannon in the world were

capable of.

Among the things in Washington so very desirable to a gentleman

about to set up a government of his own was the White House. Mr.

Davis had long regarded this pleasant looking old mansion as a

desirable residence for a gentleman born to rule over a people. Once

comfortably seated in this pleasant mansion, a wonderful change

would be worked in the political opinions of those whose minds were

in doubt. Considered as master of the situation, his friends in the

North would increase fourfold. And there was no knowing the turn

respect for him abroad might take. A gentleman quietly settled down

in the White House, if only for four years, is sure to have a large

increase in the number of his friends, all ready either to accept

his favors or sound his virtues. Even slavery, that had scourged

mankind for so many generations, would have found a great increase

of friends and admirers if Mr. Davis had made a home in the White

House; so prone is weak human nature to bow to power. Indeed, I am

not so sure that, with such a turn in our political affairs, those

preachers who had been asserting the divine origin of slavery would

not then have proclaimed that God himself was its great protector--a

blasphemy the Christian Church will some day be ashamed of.

In addition to the White House being a desirable residence for Mr.

Davis, there were those fine public buildings so much admired by

strangers. They were just what Mr. Davis and his friends wanted in

starting a new government, and would come in very handy. With

Washington in his possession, and our worthy President and his

Cabinet locked up in the arsenal, or sent on a traveling expedition

into a colder climate for the benefit of their health, Mr. Davis's

new enterprise would become a fixture in the history of nations. And

there was a time when Mr. Davis could, with the means in his power,

have accomplished all these things.

The arsenal, too, was full of gunpowder, of great guns, of valuable

military stores and equipments. And these were just such things as a

gentleman resolved to be a ruler and have a government according to

his own way of thinking would stand most in need of. In short, the

powder and big guns might be needed as a means of convincing those

who differed with him that his opinions must be respected. This is a

queer world, my son, and man is the strangest and most

uncontrollable animal in it. Mr. Davis understood this as well as

any gentleman within my knowledge. And if he had kept as keen an eye

on his finances as he had on his political fortune, it would have

been much better for him. He knew that if he could show to the world

that his new government was sound financially, and likely to

continue so, his prospects would be bright indeed. And with

Washington, and what Washington contained, in his possession, he

could set up his claim to the confidence of the financial world with

more than ordinary pretensions.

It was indeed said (but I think in a strain of slander) that Mr.

Beauregard looked with an air of great condescension on our noble

Treasury building, and promised his fighting followers a share of

its contents as soon as it came into his master's possession. Indeed

it was said that Mr. Beauregard promised his men that when they got

Washington they should have luxuries for rations, and fight with

their pockets filled with silver and gold. And with their

expectations firmly fixed on a specie basis, who could doubt as to

what the result would be? This was the golden prize Mr. Davis hoped

to win with Washington. And with it he saw, or rather thought he

saw, England extending to him the right hand of fellowship, and the

Emperor of France making him one of his very best bows, and thanking

him for the liberty he had taken with the freedom of a people.

These, then, my son, are some of the reasons why we concluded to

close the gates of Washington against Mr. Davis and his rebellious

people, and to keep them closed by raising a cordon of strong forts

around the city.

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