CHAPTER XVI.

A RAPID REVIEW OF ONE YEAR--WHAT THE AUTHOR IS COMPELLED TO

PRETERMIT--THE PRESIDENT'S "SOBER SECONDTHOUGHT" MESSAGE

RECEIVED AT QUODLIBET WITH GREAT REJOICING--THE AUTHOR

COMMUNES WITH HIS READER TOUCHING NEW-LIGHT

PRINCIPLES--ILLUSTRATIONS OF THEM--REMARKABLE DEXTERITY OF

THE SECRETARY--INTERESTING LETTER FROM THE HON. MIDDLETON

FLAM--DAWNING OF THE PRESIDENTIAL CANVASS--THE NORTHERN MAN

WITH SOUTHERN PRINCIPLES AND HIS MANNIKIN.

Time held his course. Another year went by, and brought us to the sixth

since the Removal. The year which I pass over was marked by many public

and domestic incidents worthy of note in the history of Quodlibet.

Gladly would I have tarried to entertain my reader with some of these;

but I am admonished of the necessity of bringing these desultory annals

to a close. Especially might I find much to interest many of those who

will peruse these pages, in the private and personal affairs of the

Borough; some of the events of the bygone year being of a nature to

kindle up pathetic emotions in their bosoms. The blank despair of

Agamemnon Flag when he first heard of the flight of Nicodemus Handy; his

melancholy visits of consolation to the bereaved family; the

disinterested avowal of his long-smothered and smouldering love to the

heiress apparent; and his offer of his hand and fortune--consisting of a

new suit of clothes, and a horse and gig, purchased on credit--to this

dejected lady; his still blanker despair, his disappointment and vows of

revenge when, after listening to his suit, he found it announced that

she had sailed without him, to make the grand tour of Europe; and

finally, the stoical philosophy with which he renounced all claim to the

reversionary interest in the one hundred and sixty thousand dollars

taken from the bank, as well as the net proceeds of Handy Place, and the

rows of buildings, finished and unfinished, in Quodlibet--these

incidents would furnish an episode of tenderness and passion without a

parallel since the Medea of Euripides.

But these excursions are foreign from the purpose of this book, and I am

sure would be disallowed by the respectable committee at whose instance

I have entered upon this task. Indeed, they have explicitly enjoined

that I divulge nothing under their sanction, touching the concerns of

Quodlibet which in any manner borders upon the romantic. Upon these

subjects their caution is, Nulli tacuisse nocet, tutum silentii praemium.

I must, therefore, reluctantly pretermit all such matter--reserving for

some other occasion the gratification of the public curiosity therein.

In looking back upon the public events of this interval, I deem it

necessary, in passing, merely to notice the fact that the New Lights

were greatly rejoiced to find in Mr. Van Buren's message to Congress a

complete justification of the Secretary's promise to Mr. Flam, the

import of which was to assure our representative that the President had

made up his mind, after the rejection of that measure, to carry the

Independent Treasury in spite of the people. Our uncompromising,

fearless, and _unshakable_ Quods, true to the dictates of their creed,

were, I repeat, greatly rejoiced at the manly perseverance and

unquenchable self-will with which the President delivered over that

question to the "Sober Secondthoughts" (a pest upon the unlucky

coincidence of that phrase with my patronymic!--it hath given license to

the tongues of the wags, to my annoyance) of the people. Every good

New-Light Democrat in the land understood the hint--and a presidential

hint is no small matter to a Democrat now-a-days. Truly delightful was

it to see how it acted upon the New Lights. Not a man among them who had

hitherto halted on a scruple of conscience, but became thereupon, in the

twinkling of an eye, a devoted champion of the Independent Treasury; and

that, too, without knowing, or caring to know, what it was. It was

hoisted in capitals, at the head of Eliphalet Fox's Weekly, and became

forthwith, as it were, a word written on our banner. We were, one and

all, converted into milites subsignani, and became the Maccabees of this

new kind of Independent Treasury.

It has doubtless often occurred to the reader of this irregular

history to inquire how it comes to pass that the historian has ventured

to relate with such composure, nay, with such complacency, what

superficial thinkers, at least, might deem to be the _changes_ in the

political principles of the New Lights. Superficial is a good word, and

truly explains the case. Our _principles_, as every one who is gifted

with sufficient astuteness could not fail to have observed throughout

this narrative--and as, in fact, we have more than once insinuated--are

much deeper than the _measures_ we, from time to time, find it

convenient to adopt. We hold a change of measures, a change of opinions,

a change of doctrine, and even a change of established facts, as

nothing. But a change of men we totally abhor; a change of office,

unless in the way of promotion, we utterly discountenance; and a change

from a majority to a minority we execrate as wholly abominable,

detestable, and in nowise to be endured. Now, in our creed, men,

officers, and majorities make up the complex idea of what we denominate

_principle_. The whole scope of the New-Light philosophy is, by the

vigor of this thing _principle_, as I have defined it, to keep the Whigs

down and our modern school of New-Light Democrats up. We proudly appeal

to our past history to sustain our consistency in this pursuit. Let any

dispassionate observer trace our meanderings through the last ten years:

he will see the efficacy of our system manifested in the wonderful, the

almost miraculous conversion of Old Blue-Light Federalists, and

Federalists of every hue, into the Born Veterans of Democracy, and in

investing these worthy relics of ancient patriotism with the most

profitable offices in the gift of the government. He will see it in the

merciless war--bellum ad internecionem--waged by our forces in the name

of the people, against credit, commerce, and industry: he will remark

how abundantly, and, as it were, by magic, it has fed the nation upon

the economical, and therefore republican food of promises, relating to a

sound currency--especially those referring to the gold and silver, while

it was stealing along into the cheap and convenient system of a

government paper in the shape of Treasury notes; and he will observe,

with unfeigned surprise and redoubled admiration, how effectually it has

secured to us the services and the money of the most opulent individuals

in the land, and of the largest corporations created by the States--in a

most signal degree those concerned in public works--while it preaches

against wealth, chartered privileges and monopolies, and, by its zeal

against them, has enlisted almost every penniless man, every wasted

bankrupt, and every cracked reputation in the Union upon our side. But

we have a still more illustrious exemplification of the practical value

of our philosophy in the address with which affairs are managed by the

head of the Treasury.

The letter of directions to the Hon. Middleton Flam, with which my

readers have been favored in a previous chapter, it will be remembered,

required the New Lights to support the Independent Treasury, and as

necessary thereto, to take ground against the State banks, as altogether

unsafe depositories of the public money. It further intimated, supposing

we might be diffident about this, that the Secretary of the Treasury had

already furnished evidence of this fact, and would, at the proper time,

make it manifest that the Government had lost more money by the banks

than by any other agents it had ever trusted. Our club had never before

been aware that the Secretary had reversed his old opinions on this

grave question, and we, therefore, lost no time in making a call upon

our member for information. Great anxiety was felt to possess the

Secretary's views. A substantial vindication of the Independent Treasury

in this aspect, by the overthrow of the banks on the authority of the

man who had built them up, was a desideratum which we all acknowledged;

and its success we were prepared to regard as the greatest triumph of

the New-Light principle, to be accomplished through the influence of

that matchless Secretary, "whose mind," as Theodore Fog once remarked,

"was endued with a radiating faculty sufficiently intense to light up

the bottom of a bog, impart a vitreous translucency to the home of the

frog, and illuminate the abode of the bat with a luster more brilliant

than that which glittered through the boudoirs of the palace of

Aladdin." We were aware that in 1834 his duty required him to prove that

the State banks, while unmolested by the vexatious presence of a bank of

the United States, were the safest of all possible custodiaries

of the people's money; and that it was the Monster Bank alone

which incapacitated them to fulfill their engagements to the

Government--thence deducing the fact, that when the monster was dead,

the public funds could be no otherwise than safe in their keeping. We

were aware that at that time it was more particularly his duty to praise

the State banks, because the unprincipled Whigs denied the fact of their

safety, and opposed the scheme of giving them the public treasure, on

the very ground that the Government had been a heavy loser by them from

the period of the war up to the date of the charter of the bank. We had

read carefully his report of the 12th of December in that year, and

remembered these words:--

"It is a remarkable fact connected with this inquiry, though often

represented otherwise, that not a single selected State bank failed

between the expiration of the old charter and the grant of the new

one; and that none of our losses included in our unavailable funds

happened until some time in 1817, after the United States Bank was

in operation."

This, and some other facts culled from the same report, constituted the

armory of weapons by which our club so manfully fought and prostrated

the croaking and factious Whigs of Quodlibet, when, in their ravings,

they predicted loss from our employment of the pet banks. But the New

Lights being now ordered to take another tack, and being promised a good

fabrication of facts to fortify our position, we rested on our arms like

soldiers confident in the talents of their general to intrench them in

their new camp, secure against every charge of the enemy. Mr. Flam lost

no time in providing us with the Secretary's report of February

27th, 1838. That officer did not deceive our hopes. This luminous

paper carried demonstration on its wings and refutation in its

footsteps. Prodigious man! Enormous functionary! Brightest of

ministers! Samson of the New Lights! Aaron and Moses both in one, of

our Democratic, Quodlibetarian, Golden-calf-worshiping Israelites, (I

speak symbolically, and not in derogation of the anxiously-looked-for

and long-desired Bentonian coin.) He but touched the rock of New-Light

faith, and forth gushed the facts like water--yea, and arguments like

milk and water. With what gratulation did we read,--

"The loss to the Treasury by taking depreciated notes, in 1814,

'15, '16, and '17, is estimated at quite five millions five hundred

thousand dollars; and there is now on hand of such notes then

received and never paid away, or collected, about eighty thousand

dollars more."

There was a conclusive argument to all that the Whigs might have urged

in favor of the safety of State banks, if they had thought proper to

defend them; and, in truth, it was some little mortification to us that

our adversaries did not come out in favor of the banks, when we were so

well provided with facts to put them down. But they, with that

remarkable obstinacy which has ever characterized them, and which is

altogether behind the age, stuck to their old opinions, and left us

without anything to controvert, except, indeed, our own facts of 1834.

This instance, however, serves to show with what majestic bounds the

New Lights have passed over the broad field of measures, and with what

facile and graceful dexterity they have refuted that antiquated and

vulgar adage which stigmatizes facts as stubborn things. Thus the beauty

of this unrivaled philosophy consists in the harmony with which it

reconciles past times with the present, with which it dovetails

discordant principles, with which it brings into brotherhood elements

the most repulsive, facts the most antagonistical, men the most variant,

and contingencies the most impossible; which converts every man

into a Janus, every highway into a labyrinth, every beacon into a

lighthouse--giving to falsehood the value of truth, to shadow the

usefulness of substance, and to concealment the estimation of candor.

Truly is it the great discovery of modern times! My reader, I trust,

will not, now that I have opened his understanding to the perception of

this sublime spell-working philosophy, allow himself henceforth to

question the laudable sentiment of approbation with which I have

developed the practical operation of this theory in the history of

Quodlibet.

There was another matter worthy of remark in the events of the year,

which I must cursorily notice before I proceed to the era with which I

propose presently to occupy my readers. The Presidential election was

now in view, and received that grave consideration from the members of

Congress which they are in the habit of giving to everything in

Washington except the trifling business of making laws. Our diligent and

watchful representative, some time before the close of the short

session, wrote to our club a letter full of important advice for our

guidance in the affairs of the approaching canvass for the Presidency.

Among other valuable disclosures, "the Whigs," said he, "are to hold a

Convention at Harrisburg. Harry Clay, or, as they term him, Harry of the

West, is to be their man;--at least, so we suspect. Whoever he be, we

have made up our minds as to our course--_he is to be run down in the

South as an Abolitionist_. Abolition is the best hobby we have had since

the death of the Monster. We have already broken ground; and if Kendall

and Blair can't prove Clay or anybody else to be an abolitionist, the

deuce is in it: their right hand will have forgotten its cunning. The

Globe is full of the matter already. Tell Eliphalet Fox to begin at once

and bark in the same key:--all the little dogs are expected to yelp

after the old hound--or, as Pickens calls him, the Galvanized Corpse:

many of them are at it lustily now. In 1836, Van's principles were

luckily Northern;--so we have resolved to let them have full swing

beyond the Potomac, and to put him in masquerade for the South. We rely

implicitly on the stolidity of Pennsylvania; and shall secure New York

by a concession to her banks, which for the time we mean to treat

amiably. Our chief aim is the South. Van, being thoroughly imbued with

the New-Light Quodlibetarian Democracy, has consented, for the benefit

of our cause south of Potomac, to be dubbed 'The Northern man with

Southern principles'--remember that, and tell Fox to ring the changes on

it in every paper. We have hired a New Hampshire man to play clown

to Van; and he somersets when his master does. This has a most

striking effect. We call him the mannikin of the North with Southern

principles--Van's mignonette. Our contract required him to bring in the

anti-abolition resolutions touching the petitions; and although he could

not venture against _the reception_, he has bolted down all the rest,

_totidem verbis et syllabis_, as we wrote them for him;--_the reception_

we struck out to accommodate the Democratic abolitionism of his

district. The effect of this coup d'etat was magical; and having gagged

Wise and the rest of the Whigs with the Previous Question, we have left

them in a state of unnatural retention which threatens to prove fatal.

It is universally considered here a most lucky hit--Van and the

Mannikin; and we shall, with these performers, play 'The Northern man

with Southern Principles,' to crowded houses. Keep it going!--and don't

forget, Clay is an Abolitionist. If the Harrisburg convention nominates

anybody else--the same paragraphs will suit _him_;--Mutato nomine de te

fabula narretur. Get the Secretary to translate that. Be discreet, and

show this letter only to the faithful."

It may readily be imagined that our club was thrown into ecstacy by this

confidential missive. Being the custodiary of the letter, I have

ventured, without the permission of the club, to incorporate it in these

annals; taking upon myself the risk of their displeasure rather

than withhold so fine a specimen of the New-Light Quodlibetarian

Democracy;--and indeed I can see no reason why the world shouldn't have

it. We have no secrets among the New Lights.

I proceed now to the Fourth Era in these annals.

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