Chapter the Twenty-Fourth

The Writing of Memoirs--Some Characteristics of Carl Shurz--Sam

Bowles--Horace White and the Mugwumps

I

Talleyrand was so impressed by the world-compelling character of the

memoirs he had prepared for posterity that he fixed an interdict of more

than fifty years upon the date set for their publication, and when at

last the bulky tomes made their appearance, they excited no especial

interest--certainly created no sensation--and lie for the most part dusty

upon the shelves of the libraries that contain them. For a different

reason, Henry Ward Beecher put a time limit upon the volume, or volumes,

which will tell us, among other things, all about one of the greatest

scandals of modern times; and yet how few people now recall it or care

anything about the dramatis personæ and the actual facts! Metternich, next

after Napoleon and Talleyrand, was an important figure in a stirring epoch.

He, too, indicted an autobiography, which is equally neglected among the

books that are sometimes quoted and extolled, but rarely read. Rousseau,

the half insane, and Barras, the wholly vicious, have twenty readers where

Talleyrand and Metternich have one.

From this point of view, the writing of memoirs, excepting those of the

trivial French School or gossiping letters and diaries of the Pepys-Walpole

variety, would seem an unprofitable task for a great man's undertaking.

Boswell certainly did for Johnson what the thunderous old doctor could not

have done for himself. Nevertheless, from the days of Cæsar to the days

of Sherman and Lee, the captains of military and senatorial and literary

industry have regaled themselves, if they have not edified the public, by

the narration of their own stories; and, I dare say, to the end of time,

interest in one's self, and the mortal desire to linger yet a little longer

on the scene--now and again, as in the case of General Grant, the assurance

of honorable remuneration making needful provision for others--will move

those who have cut some figure in the world to follow the wandering Celt in

the wistful hope--

_Around my fire an evening group to draw,

And tell of all I felt and all I saw._

Something like this occurs to me upon a reperusal of the unfinished memoirs

of my old and dear friend, Carl Schurz. Assuredly few men had better

warrant for writing about themselves or a livelier tale to tell than the

famous German-American, who died leaving that tale unfinished. No man in

life was more misunderstood and maligned. There was nothing either erratic

or conceited about Schurz, nor was he more pragmatic than is common to

the possessor of positive opinions along with the power to make their

expression effectual.

The actual facts of his public life do not anywhere show that his politics

shifted with his own interests. On the contrary, he was singularly

regardless of his interests where his convictions interposed. Though an

alien, and always an alien, he possessed none of the shifty traits of the

soldier of fortune. Never in his career did he crook the pregnant hinges of

the knee before any worldly throne of grace or flatter any mob that place

might follow fawning. His great talents had only to lend themselves to

party uses to get their full requital. He refused them equally to Grant in

the White House and the multitude in Missouri, going his own gait, which

could be called erratic only by the conventional, to whom regularity is

everything and individuality nothing.

Schurz was first of all and above all an orator. His achievements on the

platform and in the Senate were undeniable. He was unsurpassed in debate.

He had no need to exploit himself. The single chapter in his life on which

light was desirable was the military episode. The cruel and false saying,

"I fight mit Sigel und runs mit Schurz," obviously the offspring of

malignity, did mislead many people, reënforced by the knowledge that Schurz

was not an educated soldier. How thoroughly he disposes of this calumny his

memoirs attest. Fuller, more convincing vindication could not be asked of

any man; albeit by those familiar with the man himself it could not be

doubted that he had both courage and aptitude for military employment.

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