THE TALE OF AN OLD VELVET COAT.
WHEN Franklin appeared to sign the Treaty of Peace between England and
the United States, he surprised the ministers, envoys, and his own
friends by wearing an old velvet coat. What did his appearance in this
strange garment mean?
We must tell you the story, for it is an illustration of his honorable
pride and the sensitiveness of his character. There was a time when all
England, except a few of his own friends, were laughing at Franklin.
Why?
Men who reach honorable success in life always pass through dark
days--every sun and star is eclipsed some day--and Franklin had one day
of eclipse that burned into his very soul, the memory of which haunted
him as long as he lived.
It was that day when he, after a summons, appeared before the Council of
the Crown as the agent of the colonies, and was openly charged with
dishonor. It is the day of the charge of dishonor that is the darkest of
all life. To an honorable man it is the day of a false charge of
dishonor that leaves the deepest sting in memory.
"My life and honor both together run;
Take honor from me, and my life is done."
But how came Franklin, the agent of the colonies in London, to be called
before the Privy Council and to be charged with dishonor?
While he was in London and the colonies were filled with discontent and
indignation at the severe measures of the crown, there came to him a
member of Parliament who told him that these measures of which the
colonies complained had been brought about by certain men in the
colonies themselves; that the ministry had acted upon the advice of
these men, and had thought that they were acting justly and wisely. Two
of the men cited were Lieutenant-Governor Hutchinson and Andrew Oliver,
both belonging to most respected and powerful families in the colonies.
Franklin could not believe these statements against his countrymen, and
asked for the proof. The member of Parliament brought to him a package
of letters addressed to public men on public affairs, written by
Lieutenant-Governor Hutchinson and Mr. Oliver, which proved to him that
the severe action of the ministry against Boston and the province had
been brought about by Bostonians themselves. Franklin asked permission
to send these letters to Boston in the interests of justice to the
ministry. The request was granted. The letters were sent to Boston, and
were read in private to the General Assembly of the province. As an
agent of the colonies, Franklin could not have done less in the
interests of justice, truth, and honorable dealing.
But the use of these letters angered the ministry, and Franklin was
called before the Privy Council to answer the charge of surreptitiously
obtaining private correspondence and using it for purposes detrimental
to the royal government.
To persons whose whole purpose of life is to live honorably such days as
these come and develop character. Every one has some lurking enemy eager
to misinterpret him to his own advantage. The lark must fly to the open
sky when he sees the serpent coiling among the roses, or he must fight
and dare the odds. Woe be to the wrongdoer who triumphs in such a case
as this! He may gain money and ease, and laugh at his adversary, but
when a man has proved untrue to any man for the sake of his own
advantage, it may be written of him, "He went out, and it was night." A
short chapter of a part of a biography or history may be an injustice,
and seem to show that there is no God in the government of the world,
but a long chapter of full history reveals God on the high throne of his
power, and justice as his strength and glory. The Roman emperors built
grand monuments to atone for their injustice, cruelty, and vice-seeking
lives, but these only blackened their names by recalling what they were,
and defeated their builders' ends. In this world all long chapters of
history read one way: that character is everything, and that time tells
the truth about all things. Justice is the highest expectation of life;
it is only wise so to live that one's "expectation may not be
disappointed." The young man can not be too soon led to see that "he
that is spiritual judgeth all things, and that no man judgeth him."
It was the year 1773, when Franklin was sixty-eight years of age, that
this dark and evil day came. A barrister named Wedderburn, young in
years and new to the bar, a favorite of Lord North, and one who was
regarded as "a wonderfully smart young man," was to present the case of
the government against him.
The case filled all England with intense interest. The most notable men
of the kingdom arranged to be present at the hearing. Thirty-five
members of the Privy Council were present, an unusual number at such an
assembly. Lord North was there; the Archbishop of Canterbury; even Dr.
Priestley was there.
Dr. Franklin appeared on this memorable day in a velvet coat. He took a
place in the room in a recess formed by a chimney, a retired place,
where he stood motionless and silent. The coat was of Manchester velvet,
and spotted.
Wedderburn addressed the Council. He was witty, brilliant, careless of
facts. His address on that occasion was the talk of all England in a few
days, and it led him to a career of fame that would have been success
had it had the right foundation. But nothing lasts that is not sincere.
Everything in this world has to be readjusted that is not right.
"How these letters," said he, "came into the possession of any one but
the right owners is a mystery for Dr. Franklin to explain."
He then spoke of Mr. Whatley, to whom the letters were first consigned,
and proceeded thus:
"He has forfeited all the respect of societies and of men. Into what
companies will he hereafter go with an unembarrassed face, or the honest
intrepidity of virtue? Men will watch him with a jealous eye; they will
hide their papers from him, and lock up their escritoires. He will
henceforth esteem it a libel to be called a _man of letters_; this man
of _three_ letters. (_Fur_--a thief.)"
The manner of the orator thrilled the august company. It is thus
described by Jeremy Bentham:
"I was not more astonished at the brilliancy of his lightning than
astounded by the thunder that accompanied it. As he stood, the cushion
lay on the council table before him; his station was between the seats
of two of the members, on the side of the right hand of the lord
president. I would not, for double the greatest fee the orator could on
that occasion have received, been in the place of that cushion; the ear
was stunned at every blow; he had been reading perhaps in that book in
which the prince of Roman orators and rhetoric professors instructs his
pupils about how to make impression. The table groaned under the
assault. Alone, in the recess on the left hand of the president, stood
Benjamin Franklin, in such position as not to be visible from the
situation of the president, remaining the whole time like a rock, in the
same posture, his head resting on his left hand; and in that attitude
abiding the pelting of the pitiless storm."
Franklin, the agent of the colonies, stood in his humble place, calm and
undisturbed to all outward appearance, but he was cut to the quick as he
heard this assembly of representative Englishmen laughing at his
supposed dishonor.
Says one of that day, "At the sallies of the orator's sarcastic wit all
the members of the Council, the president himself not excepted,
frequently laughed outright."
Benjamin Franklin went home, and put away his spotted velvet coat. He
might want it again. It would be a reminder to him--a lesson of life.
He might wear it again some day.
The next day, being Sunday, the eminent Dr. Priestley came to take
breakfast with him.
Dr. Franklin said: "Let me read the arraignment twice over. I have never
before been so sensible of the power of a good conscience. If I had not
considered the thing for which I have been so much insulted the best
action of my life, and which I certainly should do again under like
circumstances, I could not have supported myself."
Franklin held an office under the crown. On Monday morning a letter was
brought to him from the postmaster-general. It read:
"The king finds it necessary to dismiss you from the office of deputy
postmaster-general in America."
Dismissed in disgrace at the age of sixty-eight! And England laughing.
He had nothing left to comfort him now but his conscience--that was the
everything.
The old spotted velvet coat; he brought it out on the day of the treaty.
It was some nine or more years old now. He stood like a culprit in it
one day; it should adorn him now in the hour of his honor.
He was facing eighty years.
He prepared to leave France, where his career had been one of such honor
and glory that his fame filled the world.
The court made him a parting present. It was a portrait of the king set
in a frame of _four hundred diamonds_!