CHAPTER LXI

The press comments of the country on Lincoln's nomination were

exceedingly conflicting. He was written of as the man whom Douglas had

beaten two years before, and without other distinction; as lacking in

culture, in every way inferior to Seward; as a whangdoodle stump speaker

of the second class, and without any known principle. What is this talk

of Old Abe Lincoln, Old Uncle Abe, Honest Abe Lincoln? Was he not a log

roller in the Illinois legislature of 1836? Had he not been driven from

position to position by Douglas in the debates? What is honest about him

above other men? Why a nomination on the strength of a deceiving

nickname? Is he not for the tariff and loose construction? Has he not

been a Whig with all the humbuggery of that party, of log cabins and

imperial practices?

The Republican press was more favorable. He was hailed as a man of the

people, sprung from the people. On a hurried visit with Douglas, he told

me that Lincoln was as able as any man the Republicans had, abler far

than Seward; and of great integrity, though he loathed Lincoln's

political faith. "I'll carry nearly every northern state against him,"

said Douglas. "The Union must be saved. I know the South. They will

secede if Lincoln is elected. It's utter madness of them to think of

this; but mad they are. We must handle them accordingly. Wall Street,

New York, is afraid of Lincoln. They don't want their business disturbed

by secession or even by a hostile South. Cotton is that strong."

Douglas was full of fight and energy. He intended to canvass the entire

country. He was going into the South to point out the dangers of a

divided country. "They are terribly mad at me down there. But I have

never feared an audience yet. I intend to face them--and win them."

No Presidential nominee had ever made a speaking tour before. Lincoln

stayed quietly in Springfield. Seward made a speaking campaign,

traveling on a special train. At Springfield he stayed in his car and

did not show Lincoln the courtesy of calling upon him. Lincoln, without

standing on any pride, went to see Seward, edging his way through the

crowd to the car.

Douglas fought everywhere to the last. If in his Senatorial days and

before he had been complaisant to the slavocracy, the Charleston

convention would not have seceded from him. His course now in the

campaign silenced men like Hale and Seward who had nagged him for years

with their depreciations and suspicions. He went into Virginia and there

while speaking he was heckled by a Breckenridge follower. He was asked

if the Southern States would be justified in seceding if Lincoln should

be elected President. "No," thundered Douglas. "The election of a man

to the Presidency of the American people, in conformity to the

Constitution of the United States, would not justify any attempt at

dissolving this glorious confederacy."

"But if the Southern States secede upon the inauguration of Lincoln,

before he commits an overt act against their rights, would you advise or

vindicate resistance by force to their secession?" If Douglas had ever

prostituted his mind to the South, now was the time to do it again. But

this was his answer:

"I answer that it is the duty of the President of the United States and

all others in authority under him to enforce the laws of the United

States as passed by Congress and as the court expounds them. And I, as

in duty bound by my oath of fidelity to the Constitution, would do all

in my power to aid the government of the United States in maintaining

the supremacy of the laws against all resistance to them, come from what

quarter it might. The President should meet all attempts to break up the

Union as Old Hickory treated the nullifiers in 1832."

What of the right of revolution? Douglas conceded that, but insisted

that the election of Lincoln would not be "such a grievance as would

justify revolution, or secession."

I believed this too. Upon large ground if the South had the right to

hold the negroes in slavery, the North would have the right to hold the

South in the Union. If the South wanted to stuff fate into a small

pocket of logic and allow their narrow bigotry to get the better of

their reason, I was in favor of licking them in the name of sport and in

justification of Darwin's law of the survival of the fittest.

Douglas, in spite of threats against his life, went into the Far South

appealing to them to consider the dangers ahead. The Democratic party

was hopelessly divided. Some partisan newspapers were carrying two

tickets on the editorial page. Others were fighting Douglas bitterly;

others supporting with fierce energy Breckenridge of Kentucky. Many were

scheming with a view to the contingency that the election would be a tie

and that the House of Representatives, in making the choice, would

select Douglas.

Chicago was a whirlpool of excitement. In the middle summer Albert

Edward, Prince of Wales, traveling in America as Baron Renfrew, came to

Chicago on his way hunting in Illinois. The fate of the nation was a

passing play to him. While he was here he was a greater object of

interest than either Douglas or Lincoln. We heard that he was to stand

on the balcony of his hotel to watch the political parades of the

evening. Mr. Williams and I went forth to see the future King of

England.

The city was thronged with people. Bands were playing everywhere. The

Wide-awakes, a Republican organization, were out in force marching as

soldiers, dressed in glazed caps and capes, carrying torches. Mottoes

and transparencies were borne aloft by hundreds. "Free soil for free

men." "No more slave territories." "We do care whether slavery is voted

up or down." "Abraham Lincoln cares"--these were the banners. And

everywhere the banner "Protection to American Industries." Men carried

rails. The crowds cheered and roared. And Baron Renfrew looked on,

surrounded by his entourage and a few of the élite of Chicago. We stared

up into his face. Did he smile, approve? Was he greatly interested? If

America should divide it would be better for England. We saw him turn

and smile as he evidently spoke to one of his party.

Then a parade of Douglas men passed. They too carried banners. "Little

Giant." "Ever Readies." "Cuba Must Be Ours." "We want none but white men

at the helm." "We want a statesman, not a railsplitter for President."

"Free Trade"--these were the Douglas mottoes. We turned at last and made

our way through the crowd. Hawkers were selling railsplitter pins,

Honest Abe pins. The streets were a medley of noise, confusion; the

sidewalks were blocked. Drunken men, eager men pushed their way through.

Bands played. Far off a stump speaker's voice could be heard. All this

waste of sand and scrub oak which I had seen in 1833 was now covered

with buildings big and little. It was the battleground between two sons

of Illinois.

October came. I grew more and more apprehensive for Douglas' fate. I had

had a letter from Isabel gently foreshadowing her marriage. My boy was

not advancing in his work at school. Inexorable loneliness was

descending upon me.

Douglas came to Chicago on a speaking trip. He had been in Indianapolis

where his voice was so hoarse that he could scarcely be heard. Chicago

gave him a magnificent ovation. They saw the man now in all his

clearness of mind and strength of heart. He repudiated the schemes of

fusion.

"Every disunionist," he said, "is a Breckenridge man. As Democrats, we

can never fuse either with northern Abolitionists or southern bolters

and secessionists. Yes, my friends, I say to you what I said in North

Carolina and in the same words: I would hang every man higher than Haman

who would attempt to resist by force the execution of any provision of

the Constitution which our fathers made and bequeathed to us. You cannot

sever this Union unless you cut the heartstrings that bind father to

son, daughter to mother, and brother to sister in all our new states and

territories. I love my children, but I do not desire to see them survive

this Union."

With these words his tired and broken voice fell back into weakness from

the great melody and power of its habitual quality. His weary body had

risen into fresh strength for this utterance. His face assumed a great

majesty. Men and women alike wept to hear him speak so--wept for the

dark days ahead, wept for a great man failing in a struggle in which he

was yet holding to cherished ideals, now being blown and scattered by

the storm of the new era. They saw him surrounded on all sides by

enemies. The South hated him. The northern Democrats with southern

ideas hated him. The fanatics hated him. The Republican party which he

had stepped upon with giant contempt hated him. In eight years of

existence it had gathered to itself the contemptible factions that he

had satirized. They had united now in the supreme purpose of defeating

him. He was appealing for the same principles to which he had always

been devoted. He was defending the Union as he had defended it since the

days when I saw Jackson put his arm around him, and look with paternal

pride in his eyes. He knew the heart and the will of the South. He was

trying to tell it to the North. He felt that his own election would

prevent disunion. He asked people to believe that he wished to be

elected, not to gratify his personal ambition, but for the sake of the

Union.

It was all in vain. The avalanche, loosened years before by stray

adventurers building fires for their little kettles, and running

thoughtlessly over weakened attachments, was now moving down on Douglas

and the Union. The October election showed that he was defeated.

Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana were carried by the Republicans in the

state elections. Douglas was speaking in the South. His life had been

threatened. An attempt was made to wreck his train. In Alabama he was

showered with missiles. Not a northern paper published these shameful

insults, which if published would have won him many friends in the

North. Amid dangers and discouragements he went on to the end.

He was in Mobile when the news of Lincoln's election reached him.

Before leaving Alabama he did what he could to prevent that state from

seceding.

Undismayed, he went on to New Orleans. There he addressed the business

men, pointing out to them that Lincoln would have a hostile Senate on

his hands if the South would only remain in the Union; that Lincoln

could carry out no abolition or unfriendly policy toward the South

without a Senate; that all of Lincoln's appointments would have to be

confirmed by the Senate. All of these things he said to dissuade the

South from secession. When they would not be persuaded, he tore the mask

from their faces and told them directly that Lincoln's election was only

a pretext for those who wished to set up a Southern Confederacy.

Lincoln was elected. But Douglas was not dishonored. He had achieved a

great personal triumph. He had polled 1,357,157 votes in the country

against Lincoln's 1,866,452. In Illinois he had polled 160,215 votes to

Lincoln's 172,161--in spite of New England and the Germans. He had

received 163,525 votes from the South against Lincoln's 26,430. But he

had lost to Breckenridge or Bell fourteen southern states. Protective

tariff Pennsylvania had given Lincoln 268,030 and Douglas 16,765.

Protective tariff Massachusetts had given Lincoln 106,533 and Douglas

34,372. Douglas had fought the South, he had fought against the

disadvantage of a divided party, he had fought the protective tariff,

yet Lincoln had polled but a little more than 500,000 votes more than

he had. No use to say that the populace does not understand questions of

government or that they cannot rise to high justices and rewards.

Douglas' personal triumph had been great, but his remarkable popular

support shrunk to an insignificant twelve votes in the electoral

college. He was vanquished and I was more deeply depressed than I had

ever been in my life. Lincoln was elected!

And the South seceded.

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