Enclosure with 8–10 March 1869 To John Russell Young • Hartford, Conn.
(New York Tribune galley proof)
THE WHITE HOUSE FUNERAL.
A LETTER FROM MARK TWAIN.1
To the Editor of The Tribune.
Sir: I can truly say that this has been the most melancholy day of my life. When I arose this morning [&] reflected that on this day it was to be given me to see that noble band of patriots, the President & his Cabinet, delivered over to the cold charities of a thankless nation, my heart was ready to break.2 My brain was flooded with tender memories of blessings brought to me by this paternal administration that was now dying—memories of clerkships which I had held & salaries I had received for work which was never required of me; memories of the franking privilege enjoyed by me, along with all the cooks, & barbers, & Congressmen, & correspondents in Washington;3 of building-stone which I had been allowed to sell from the Capitol grounds & pocket the money, owing to my acquaintance with certain officials of the Senate; of sums I had clandestinely amassed by procuring & selling to the Associated Press the President’s several Messages before they were transmitted to Congress4—these, & a thousand touching recollections of a like nature came thronging in sad procession down the corridors of my memory, & I bowed my head & wept.
I proceeded to [the White] House at 10 o’clock to be present at the closing Cabinet meeting of Mr. Johnson’s administration, but was stopped by one McKeever,5 who would not let me in until I had satisfied him that I had been Clerk of the Senate Committee on Conchology, & consequently was an ex-officio member of the Cabinet.6 I did not know what ex-officio meant, & neither did he; & so he had no recourse but to give me the benefit of the doubt & permit me to enter. Mr. Seward was upon the floor, about to make his farewell remarks. He & all the others were in tears. Mr. Seward said:
“Brethren, it is a sad day for us all. It is a sad day for the country. We are about to retire from the exalted stations which we have held so long & be lost for all time in the nothingness of utter obscurity. Within the short compass of a single day we shall be forgotten—we shall be as the dead. At such a time as this, nothing can have power to make glad our heavy hearts. All we need attempt to do will be to seek a balm that shall relieve, in some degree, the griefs that burden them. I can point you to only one medicine that may accomplish this, & that is the recalling to your [memories] the services you have conferred upon your country, the noble deeds you have done in her behalf, the inspired efforts you have made to build up her glory, & the amounts you have collected for it. It is good to me to look back upon my own labors in these regards. I have nothing to regret. I have always done my duty by my country when it seemed best. I have always been consistent. I have always stood by the party in power. I was always the first to desert it when it lost its prestige.7 I would have been ready to join hands with this new Administration, in accordance with my custom, & weep upon its neck, but that that notorious & underhanded reticence which distinguishes it rendered it impossible for me to find out what its politics were going to be. Wherefore this bitter day, a broken-hearted old man, I totter into my political grave, unhonored & unsung. No drop of Logan’s blood will flow in the veins of a solitary official of this new race, for behold my son dies with me.8 Woe is me! But I have a record. I have a record that shall be my comfort & my solace. With Mr. Lincoln I stood by the Republicans with unswerving tenacity, & with Mr. Johnson I have stood by the Democrats. I have been always ready & willing to embrace Christianity, infidelity, or paganism, according to which held the most trumps. I have been always ready to eat horse with the Frenchmen, dog with the Hawaiians, or missionary with the Fejees, on the same general basis.9 I have always been ready to blow hot, or blow cold, or not blow at all, just as my best official interests seemed to dictate. I have usually smelt pretty loud in the people’s nostrils, but I never have cared how I smelt, so long as my fragrance emanated from an office. My record is satisfactory to me. I have done some things for my country which will not be soon forgotten. I have filled the foreign world with a Falstaffian army of the jack-leggedest consuls that ever flaunted ignorance & imbecility on foreign soil since the world began—vagrants, & pot-house politicians, & poor relations of Congress-men, & village doctors who don’t know a purge from a poultice, & country lawyers who made a living God knows how on this side the water, & make it now on the other side by acting as fences to foreign shopkeepers & peddling gimcracks to traveling Americans on commission—a scurvy lot, I can tell you. Government pays them just exactly enough to keep them from starving to death, so as to keep out respectable men; & when there is anything over, Government seizes it—when it can.10 And I set a spy on the elegant Mr. Motley, & the first time his precious affectation of originality betrayed him into exploiting an opinion which was not furnished him in his instructions, I suggested to him that it was time for him to pack his carpet-sack & come home. The good people raved somewhat over this indignity offered to a great historian they seemed to be foolishly proud of, but they put up with it, you know, because they had to.11 And it was I that added to America’s list of foreign Ministers that great & inscrutable diplomat, Reverdy Johnson—that man who has so exalted us in the eyes of Great Britain—that noble heart whose loving instincts fondle all the world; whose charitable tears fall upon the just & the unjust alike, involving pirates & princes in one common deluge of forgiveness; who taketh his meals out, & saveth his salary. I sent that noble son of Maryland there, & mark my words, he will settle this Alabama matter forever & forever, when he has finished his dinner.12 And moreover, [gentlemen], during my term as Secretary of Real Estate, I have bought all the icebergs & volcanoes that were for sale on earth, & I would have bought all the outside universe if the money had held out. Brethren, bless you, bless you all. I have done. Let us mingle our tears together. I now resign all pomp & state of office forever, & retire to my country seats which I provided in the day of my prosperity for my refuge in the hour of adversity. Henceforth I shall Summer in Alaska & Winter in St. Thomas.13 Adieu, my brethren.”
For a few minutes no sound disturbed the solemn stillness save the melancholy drip, drip, dripping of the tears, & the suppressed snuffling of the mourners. Then Gideon, that noble old tar, arose, & took his quid out of his mouth & laid it on the table; & took his trowsers by the waistband, & gave them a brisk hitch upward, lifting his right leg at the same time; then he shied his tarpaulin gaily across the room, & making a speaking trumpet of his hands, he shouted in a voice that seemed to come out of the midst of stormy winds & lashing seas:
“Shipmets, ahoy! Shiver my timbers, but—”
Here the tears came again, his lips twitched convulsively, & he broke down. Presently he was able to go on, but with only a broken & feeble articulation:
“Shipmets, it ain’t any use. It is a sorrowful day for us all. The good old craft we’ve sailed so long has changed owners & shipped another crew. When it was ‘bout ship with us or take the breakers, I thought it was all right with Seymour at the hellum & Blair to stand by to hand the tacks & sheets. But Lord bless you, when it was time to luff & bring her to the wind, Seymour was asleep, & when he did fetch her to it by-&-bye, she was all quivering & ready to fall off, that there Blair was making trouble with the watch below with his eternal gab,14 & so she missed stays & broached to & shipped a sea that washed her clean as a capstan-bar from rudder-pintel to flyingjiboom. It wasn’t no use to bother, then. The weather-braces came home by the run, the lee-scuppers fouled the futtock shrouds, & the r’yals & skys’ls split to ribbons, the maintogallans’l parted & shook the reefs out of the dead-lights, & douse my glim if the clew-garnets of the starboard galley didn’t fetch away, & carry the gaskets of the poop-deck & the whole cussed top-hamper of the booby-hatch with them! Awful? It’s no name for it, messmets. Well, well, it’s all over—& I’m sure I never done anything. I stood my watch regular, & there ain’t any man that can point to anything that ever I done. It’s sad times for us, boys, it’s sad times—because it’s all up with us. Well, well, well—our cable’s hove short, & we’ll stand by to cat the anchor—yo-o-heave-yo!
‘And he was a galliant sailior lad,
He was a galliant sailior lad,
Oh, he was a galliant sailior lad,
All when he sailed the seas.’”15
And then the weather-beaten old son of the ocean hitched up his trowsers & put his quid in his mouth again, & sat down. And very, very soon his rollicking jollity (which was really only a fitful reminiscence, as it were, of his old devil-may-care sailor life on the Erie Canal),16 faded & fainted from his face & his voice, & again the unbidden tears welled from his eyes & rippled softly through the tufts of hair upon his nose.
The other members of the Cabinet then gave in their experience, with the exception of Gen. Schofield & myself;17 & presently Andrew Johnson, that grand old second Washington, that resurrected Moses, rose & said:
“My children, when I came before the American people four years ago to deliver my inaugural, I was too full for utterance. [{Emphatic assenting sobs from the Cabinet.}] 18 My emotions at this moment are no less profound, albeit they may be in some sense different in their nature. In quitting my high office, I am able to look back upon my administration of its duties without regret. By diligently violating my oath; by stultifying myself upon every occasion; by being stubborn in the wrong, & feeble & faithless toward the right; by obstructing the laws; by nursing anarchy & rebellion, & by deliberate treachery to the party that made me & trusted me, I have wiped away the contempt in which, because of my obscure origin & humble occupation, my own loved section of the country did formerly hold me, & brought it to regard me with reverence & honor.19 My great deeds speak for themselves. I vetoed the Reconstruction acts; I vetoed the Freedmen’s Bureau; I vetoed civil liberty; I vetoed Stanton; I vetoed everything & everybody that the malignant Northern hordes approved; I hugged traitors to my bosom; I pardoned them by regiments & brigades; I was the friend & protector of assassins & perjurers; I smiled upon the Ku-Klux; I delivered the Union men of the South & their belongings over to murder, robbery, & arson; I filled the Government offices all over this whole land with the vilest scum that could be scraped from the political gutters & the ranks of the Union-haters; I gave the collection of the Nation’s revenues into the hands of convicted thieves, & when they were convicted again, I gave them free pardon. I hanged a woman for complicity in a crime, & let men more guilty than she, go unwhipped of [justice;] I have made the name of office-holder equivalent to that of rogue; born & reared ‘poor white trash,’ I have clung to my native instincts, & done every small, mean thing my eager hands could find to do. And when my term began to draw to a close, & I saw that but little time remained wherein to defeat justice, to further exasperate the people, & to complete my unique & unprecedented record, I fell to & gathered up the odds & ends, & made it perfect—swept it clean; for I pardoned Jeff Davis; I pardoned every creature that had ever lifted his hand against the hated flag of the Union; I appointed the historian of the Confederacy to office in the Customs; I resurrected Wirtz; I rescued the bones of the patriot martyr, Booth, from the mystery & oblivion to which malignity had consigned them, & gave them sepulchre where I & many a generation of sorrowing worshipers may go & do honor to the brave heart that did not fear to strike a tyrant, even when his back was turned; I have swept the floors clean; my work is done; I die [content.”] 20
There was not a dry eye in the house; neither was there a sore heart. These inspiring words had driven all grief away. It was now after 12 o’clock. No time must be lost. Gideon produced a deck of cards, & we played seven-up for the furniture. Gideon won the deal. [{He previously knew where the Jack was.}] A. J. won the jug. McCullough won the desks & chairs. Other members won the carpets & pictures. Browning won the stove, & a relative carried it out while it was still hot. Randall didn’t win anything at all, except a map of Washington that had all the roads represented as leading out of the city & none leading in. However, it fitted his requirements to a dot. Seward won everything worth having, because, being an old hand at State craft, he carried the thing they call a cold deck.
About this time we heard music, & beheld the Usurper Grant & his minions approaching. Then, bedewed with tears, & loaded with furniture, we went forth from the pleasant shelter of the White House forever.
Washington, March 4, 1869. Mark Twain.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 458–466; none.
Provenance:see Mark Twain Papers, pp. 585–86.
Emendations and textual notes:
& • and [also at 458.7, 11, 13 (twice), 14, 15; 459.1, 3, 4, 5, 9, 11 (twice), 12, 13, 17, 22, 25; 460.2, 3, 6, 8, 10, 11, 21, 22 (twice), 23 (twice), 24; 461.2, 4, 6, 9, 13, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 21 (twice), 24 (twice); 462.1, 4, 5, 6 (twice), 7, 8, 10, 12, 13, 16, 18, 19 (twice), 20 (twice), 21, 22, 23 (twice), 26 (twice), 27 (twice); 463.1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 14 (twice), 16, 17 (twice), 18, 20 (twice), 22; 464.6, 7, 8 (twice), 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 16 (twice), 17, 18 (twice), 20, 22, 23, 25, 26, 28, 29 (twice); 465.1 (three times), 6 (twice), 7, 8, 13; 466.3 (twice), 4, 6, 10 (twice), 11]
the White • ihe White
memories • memeries
gentlemen • gentleman
{Emphatic ... cabinet.} • [Emphatic ... cabinet.]
justice; • [possibly ‘justice:’]
content.” • content”
{He ... was.} • [He ... was.]