CHAPTER VIII.

FARRAGUT, DAVID GLASGOW.

The portrait of Admiral Farragut presents to view one of the finest

faces I have ever seen; it is a face I would choose to hang upon the

walls where you boys could look upon it every day of your lives. Even

the pictures upon our walls are our educators; they help to make us what

we are; then let us hang up the faces of the good, the noble and the

true. Let us choose carefully, that only pure and ennobling influences

may be thus shed into our hearts.

David Glasgow Farragut was descended from an old Spanish family, one of

the conquerors of earlier times, a Don Pedro. His mother was of a good

old Scotch family, and it may be that he inherited from one side that

adventurous, fearless nature which carried him through so many

victories, and from the other side that sturdy independence and grand

faith which was so characteristic of him. When quite a boy he entered

the United States Navy as a midshipman. His father was an army officer,

and Admiral Farragut tells the story of his own greatest victory in life

in this way. He had accompanied his father upon one occasion as cabin

boy. He says:

"I had some qualities which I thought made a man of me. I could swear,

drink a glass of grog, smoke, and was great at a game of cards. One day

my father said to me, as we were alone in the cabin, 'David, what do you

intend to be?'

"'I mean to follow the sea!'

"'Follow the sea! Yes, be a poor miserable drunken sailor before the

mast, kicked and cuffed about the world, and die in some fever hospital

in a foreign clime.'

"'No,' I said, 'I'll tread the quarter deck and command as you do.'

"'No, David; no boy ever trod the quarter deck with such principles as

you have and such habits as you exhibit. You'll have to change your

whole course of life if you become a man.'

"My father left me and went on deck. I was stung with the rebuke and the

mortification--was that to be my fate, as he had pictured it? I said,

'I'll never utter another oath! I'll never drink another drop of

intoxicating liquor! I'll never gamble!'"

And those vows he kept until his dying day. This was when he was ten

years old, and though he lived to be a great naval commander and won

many victories, I think you will agree with me that this was the

greatest of all. You know that "he that ruleth his spirit is greater

than he that taketh a city." And, too, without this triumph over his own

spirit, do you think he would have won those other battles which have

made him famous?

During the Civil War he was put in command of an expedition against New

Orleans and soon compelled that city to surrender. For this service he

was promoted to the rank of rear-admiral. It was two years later that,

as has been said, "he tilled up the measure of his fame by the victory

of Mobile Bay." In the heat of the conflict the admiral lashed himself

high in the rigging of his flag ship, so that he could overlook the

scene and direct the movements of his fleet. If you wish to see the

brave old man in the supreme moment of his life, you must read the

account of that battle. He himself said, in speaking of the moment when

to hesitate was to lose all and to go forward seemed destruction, and he

had prayed, "O, thou Creator of man who gave him reason, guide me now.

Shall I continue on, or must I go back? A voice then thundered in my

ear, 'Go on!' and I felt myself relieved from further responsibility,

for I knew that God himself was leading me on to victory."

He was honored by receiving the thanks of Congress for his services and

by promotion. But worn out with his severe labors in the service of his

country he was soon called to the higher reward. His work was done. His

last victory was the victory over death, for he died the death of the

Christian; the God whose guidance he invoked in the midst of the smoke

and din of battle, gave dying grace to the old hero. He was born in East

Tennessee, in 1801, and died at Portsmouth, N.H., in 1870. We are told

that from boyhood he was thoughtful, earnest and studious. He was one of

the best linguists in the Navy, and whenever his duties took him to

foreign ports he spent his spare moments in acquiring the language of

the natives. His eyes were somewhat weak and the members of his family

were kept busy reading to him, in those times when he was off duty. He

was thoroughly versed in all matters relating to his profession. The

study of the character of a man like Admiral Farragut will be a help to

any boy in the formation of his own character. The grandeur and nobility

of mind, the bravery and steadfastness of soul manifested in his public

life are an example to the boys of the present day.

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