University of California Berkeley The Theodore H. Koundakjian Collection of American Humor WRITINGS OP DR. GEORGE W. BAGBYJ SELECTIONS FKOM THE MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS OF DR. GEORGE . BAGBY. VOL. I. RICHMOND, VA.: -WHITTET & SHEPPERSON, COR. IOTH & MAIN STREETS, 1884. COPYRIGHT BY MRS. GEORGE W. BAGBY. 1884. Printed by Bound by WHITTET & SHEPPERSON, JEXKINS & WALTHAL, Richmond, Ya. Richmond, Ta. TOI57 ADVERTISEMENT. ~TTN presenting to the public the Selections front -"*" the Writings of Dr. Bagby which appear in this volume, the compilers desire to say that the purpose they have had in view has been more to exhibit the varied and widely diverse fields in which his mind sought pasturage, and to illustrate the great versa- tility of style in which his thoughts found utterance, than to give place only to those productions of his pen which, at their first appearance, were received with the strongest evidences of general favor. They are therefore prepared for many expressions of dis- appointment that the selections do not include this or that article which some particular reader desired to see, in preference to any or all, perhaps, that the book contains. The result, they are persuaded, would not have been different, however much the contents of the volume, restrained within its present compass, VI ADVERTISEMENT. had been varied. The disappointed, though not the same in person, would probably not have been fewer in number. But from the encouragement given in advance to the present publication, by a subscription which has taken up nearly the whole edition, they feel warranted in believing that they may yet meet the desires of all by the production of one or more additional volumes, for which the material, some of which has never been in print, is abundant. They willingly put themselves at the service of the public in the matter, and will be governed by such evi- dences of the general wish as may reach them. Per- haps it may not be considered out of place if they use the present opportunity to suggest that all per- sons w r ho may desire to be considered subscribers to a second volume, uniform in size, style and price with this, forward their orders at once. In referring to the admirable biographical and critical sketch of the author, for which they are indebted to the graceful and scholarly pen of Rev. Mr. Gregory, the compilers feel constrained to say that the allusions which it contains personal to them- selves appear under that gentleman's explicit injunc- tion that they should not be omitted or changed. ADVERTISEMENT. Vli For the information of those who never saw the author, it may be worth while to add that the like- ness of him which accompanies the volume is as nearly perfect as such things can ever be. Communications may be addressed to MBS. GEORGE W. BAGBY, Richmond, Va. . CONTENTS. PAGE. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH, . . .... xiii THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN, 1 JOHN M. DANIEL'S LATCH-KEY, . . . . . 56 THE VIRGINIA EDITOR, ...... 109 CANAL REMINISCENCES, 122 THE SACRED FURNITURE WAREROOMS, . . . 142 MY VILE BEARD, 149 CORNFIELD PEAS, 173 MY UNCLE FLATBACK'S PLANTATION, .... 193 MY WIFE, AND MY THEORY ABOUT WIVES, . . . 233 FISHING IN THE APPOMATTOX, 247 A PIECE ABOUT DOCTORS, 261 MEEKINS'S TWINSES, 273 IT is OMNIPOTENT, 284 SERVANTGALISM IN VIRGINIA, 303 THE PAWNEE WAR, 322 FLIZE, 333 X CONTENTS. CHARGE TO THE KNIGHTS AT A PYTHIAN TOURNAMENT AT KlCHMOND, ON THE 4TH OF JULY, . . . 336 THE EECOED OF VIRGINIA, 341 UvWiMMiN, 352 AN UNRENOWNED WARRIOR, 360 JUD. BROWNIN'S ACCOUNT OF RUBENSTEIN'S PLAYING, . 392 THE EMPTY SLEEVE, ....... 399 AFTER APPOMATTOX, 402 * What would'st thou have the great good man obtain ? Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends ! Hath he not always riehes always friends The great good man ? Three treasures, love, and light, And calm thoughts, equable as an infant's breath ; And three fast friends, more sure than day or night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death ! " Coleridge. GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY, BY EDWAKD S. GKEGOBT. call of death has often proved an evangel to the man of letters in more than one way. Out- side the small circle of his personal tangency, such a laborer is known to the public mainly through one or the other of two ways, which are equally open to the liability of unjust misunderstanding. One class of people among those who read are led by their ignorance to find in every production of the literary artist the reflection of personal experience, or the rehearsal of some theory or opinion called forth by conditions of supposed individual application. To these bad judges all literary composition is subject- ive, and the historian of heroes must needs be a hero, and the poet of sentiment must needs be a lover. On the other hand, there is a school whose cynicism conducts to an exactly opposite error. The writer is an actor, say these ; he can argue any cause, he can feign any emotion. And they believe, or affect to believe, that his character is to be read from his books, as Hebrew is translated from its text, by reading backwards. XIV GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. Neither of these broad rules is true, as, indeed, there is no broad rule that is true, unless with large and liberal exceptions. Least of all can any strict measure be applied to the moods and emanations of genius, the range of whose vision is so much higher and wider than that of the makers of any such rigid canons. Yet from the infliction and endurance of this injustice the man of genius may not wholly hope to escape, till his soul ascends "to where, beyond these voices, there is peace." When death comes, there is added a new comfort to that of relief and release from the throes of in- tellectual labor and the inner spiritual conflict be- tween the sea and the sun. The veil, as at the in- auguration of some stately statue, falls suddenly away, withdrawn by the hand of the angel; and to guess and gossip, to report and misrepresentation, succeeds the fair image of THE MAN, as life made and framed him, and as death found and left him, in the true lineaments and fast colors which Time himself shall but render more clear and firm. The subject of this sketch, though widely known throughout the Republic, and for years a dear guest in many homes of Virginia, though he loved and sought society, shared the same fate of misconcep- tion, or of inadequate conception, till death drew the veil and revealed the true proportions of his mental and moral manhood. The nominis umbra of fame now gives way to a more sacred and more precious personality, as through the hallowed tapers that light the tomb, it is seen that even the powers of a great GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XV intellect, greatly enriched and greatly employed, are eclipsed by the graces and private virtues that "smell sweet and blossom in the dust." The main facts that punctuate the life and literary labors of GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY may be briefly re- cited. The career of the man and the litterateur was largely professional, and may be left to find popular interpretation from the list and order of his works. The present volume introduces these but imperfectly and in part to the reading w^orld. But if it fulfil its mission, and if the present generation prove able to appreciate and admire the mingled idyl and epic in which Dr. Bagby has embalmed the heroic and po- etic Virginia of the past, some image may be formed, some memory quickened of one to whom many sins, if such there were, should be remitted "for he loved much." It is a service whose benison will af- fect all the future of Virginia, however little it may be realized, to recall a high spirit which was faithful to the purest ideals in the midst of wasting infirmi- ties and distresses ; a spirit, not inferior to Milton's in the intensity of its " unbought loyalty," whose passion was lavished on home, on fatherland, and on free- dom, on objects whose beauty wrought a changeless spell on one of the chastest of imaginations, and whose riches took, in the eyes of the patriot and de- votee, the place which titles, power, and wealth exact from the coarse and the common-hearted. Such a lover of the past, for the mere sake of the beautiful good buried with it ; such a patriot, in an unselfish life-battle, as the champion and crusader in XVI GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. behalf of these lapsed and unvalued virtues ; such a poet, in the divine power which lay in him of fol- lowing the thread of gold through all the cloth of frieze which so often obscures it, was the dead Bagby. Cross and crown are graven together on the column which keeps guard over his ashes ; and the good sword is dust and rust. It remains to those who mount watch over his name, his memory, and his works, to tell the world the story of the sacrifices and services through which he attained his victory and Te Deum. Dr. Bagby was born in the very heart of Virginia, in the county of Buckingham, on August 13th, 1828. The section in which he first saw the light was char- acteristic of the man. It lies at the roots of the Blue Ridge; its social traits and genealogies are of the East, and its location, though south of the James, is near the natural continuation of the great Valley. In short, it stood and stands next the very heart of the Old Dominion, and was the fit mother of one whose Virginia had no solar nor polar points. In one respect, especially, Buckingham was rich : in the facilities it afforded for the study of the pecu- liarities of negro dialect, fetich, and other and all racial idiosyncrasies. Never was there an apter pupil than the boy Bagby, since George Borrow made himself master of the Romany Lil. There have been quick and sympathetic geniuses, as Mr. Joel Harris, Mrs. Stabler, Mrs. Champney, and oth- ers, who reduced the negro patois very near to a science both of accuracy and insight ; but it may be GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBT. XV11 doubted whether our dead friend did not know the- Yirginia negroes more fully and deeply than even these. They made to his eyes a large part of the landscape of the Rome that waa; they gave it at once a poetic and a pathetic element of interest; they illustrated the principle of Emerson's theory of -contrasts : " Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill top looking down." But, beyond all, they tendered the claim of helpless- ness, of ignorance, and of dependence ; and to that appeal one of the most tender hearts among Chris- tians never failed to respond with tears. As Boeotia was the right home of Pindar and Tyr- tseus, so was this central county, with its wealth of black diamonds of every hue and form of originality and individuality, the right school for one who was destined to prove no less than the very Dickens and Shakespeare of the Virginia negro. Dr. Bagby's father was a merchant of Lynchburg ; his mother's maiden name was Evans a patronymic that reappears in the letters of Mozis Addums. From his childhood George Bagby was a victim of incurable dyspepsia, as may be read in the " Canal Reminiscences" and he might any time have adopted the language which John Randolph addressed to his attendant as he lay dying in Philadelphia : " Doctor, I have been sick all my life." He celebrates the disease in the humorous verses entitled " Phil. Jones's," and all his life was an unequal battle with XV111 GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. it, though doubtless, as in Carlyle's case, its very misery may have acted as a mental stimulation. Dr. Bagby was educated at Princeton, N". J., and at Newark, Del., under the tuition of the late Dr. John S. Hart, one of the best of men and of teachers, who gave him an honored place in the Professor's Manual of American Literature (pp. 452453). At the end of his sophomore year in Delaware College, young Bagby (now eighteen years old) began the study of medicine, and in due time took his regular degree of M. D. at the University of Pennsylvania, at Philadel- phia. He then removed to Lynchburg, where his father lived, to practice, and he hung out his sign in front of a tenement that then stood on the site of the now stately Opera House of that city. But it may be doubted if really he ever attended half a dozen cases. His was the experience of the poet Keats, in more than one way repeated ; for both had the same educational advantages, each abandoned the profes sion of medicine for that of letters, and both, long years after, would often astonish the regular adepts in the art by the range and accuracy of their techni- cal knowledge.* By a law, however, as sure as that which rules the courses of gravitation, Bagby soon found, without seeking, the career for which every endowment of nature had copiously prepared and deliberately dedicated him. The Virginian of Lynch- burg, founded in 1808, was then edited by James McDonald, Esq., since Secretary of the Common- * Cowden Clarke is authority as to Keats ; my own observation as to Dr. Bagby. E. S. G. GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XIX wealth and Adjutant- General of Virginia, to whom,, ten years after, Dr. Bagby wrote the tribute in ^Blue Eyes" that he " was essentially a gentleman." To him, as to a kindred, even brother spirit, in cul- ture and humanity, the young and eccentric stranger was naturally magnetized. Those were the good old days when people had plenty of elbow-room. When the editor was absent, his friend took his place ; and under this gate-way of locum tenens Dr. Bagby made his way upon the stage which he afterwards so widely and so luminously filled. It was a happy omen that,, on the appearance of his very first contribution, an edi- torial article on Christmas, the town was taken by storm, and saw, as was said of Macaulay's Milton, that a new star had risen above the horizon. But "the Dean could write beautifully about a broom-stick ;" and there followed a description of the snow-coasting down St. Paul's Hill in Lynchburg, and an account of a skating adventure, both humorously ascribed to Alex. McDonald, Esq., and the former afterwards embodied in the story of " Blue Eyes" that gave token of a new and idiomatic phase of pictorial genius. Sketch after sketch rapidly followed, some of which are included in this volume, and all of which are as well worthy to live as the earlier essays of Thackeray or Lamb ; appearing in the poverty of literary appar- atus in Virginia, for the most part as editorial articles in the Virginian. Among such was the essay en- titled " The Sacred Furniture Warerooms" which neither Addison nor Irving would have disowned, Dr. Bagby has said to the writer that his literary :XX GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. % fertility at that time was prodigious. He must have read ravenously also. Meanwhile, too, he was a man about town, and was known for a genius, and for one who would make, or had indeed already made, a shining mark. Labor and fame came crowding upon him suddenly? as the fruit of this local distinction, and from the in- spiration of this local success. Early in the fifties, the Lynchburg Express, a paper founded, and for some years conducted, by the late Hudson Garland, came into the possession of Dr. Bagby and his life-long friend, the late Capt. George Woodville Latham .another rare and lit spirit, too soon involved in the damps of disease and the arrest of death. I have seen issues of this old-time journal; and both its ed- itors were my heart's dear kin. It was worthy of the twin-stars the Castor and Pollux at its head. Bravely and brightly for two or three years the gal- lant young friends discharged their public trust. Other graceful pens diversified and relieved their la- bors. But the business management was neglected or ill-managed; and the Express fortunately for Bagby became numbered among Lynchburg epi- taphs and eclipses. During this time, Dr. Bagby wrote several articles that were published in Harper's Magazine. One of these was entitled " My Wife, and My Theory about Wives" a specimen of sentimental extravaganza worthy of the hand which traced the shadowy and sacred image of the lost love of Sir Roger de Cover- ley. Another was entitled " The Virginia Editor" GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXI and was a burlesque character-sketch of the swagger- ing, duelling and drinking soi-disant "Colonel," who then only too often represented the power of the press in the sunny South. It was professedly a caricature ; and it had been shown, before its appearance, as a good joke, to nu- merous journalistic friends. Yet, when it was pub- lished, one of these was induced by other persons to regard it as an assault upon himself. He sent there- upon a challenge, which was promptly accepted;* seconds were named ; Capt. Latham for Bagby, and Roger A. Pry or for the party of the second part. Bladensburg was reached ; the preliminaries were ad- justed, and the principals took position. At this critical moment, a hack arrived containing the Hon. Thomas S. Bocock, then a member of Congress, and a friend of all parties, through whose efforts the quarrel was composed, and everybody sent about hi& pacific business. The collapse of the Express gave to each of its- two editors more congenial employment, and an ampler field. Through the influence of Mr. Wm. M. Semple, lately before the associate editor of the Lynchburg Virginian, and at that time correspon- dent at Washington of the New Orleans Crescent, Dr. Bagby was promoted to the latter position ; and, through family influence, Woodville Latham was employed as clerk of the Naval Committee of the House of Representatives. * "George had all sorts of good pluck, and plenty of it; he was not afraid of any man's face on earth." Dr. H, G. L. XXLL GEOKGE WILLIAM BAGBY. There must have been rare times when these two favored children of the muses were re-united at the capital city. They were worthy of one another, and each celebrated the other in many a grotesque page. Latham was the "X)ans" of the Addums letters, and the Rocky Murdrum of the story of " Blue Eyes" Long years after, ""Woody" gasped ^ Send for George /" and so fell asleep in the arms of his tearful comrade. It was the destiny of one to be a dreamer, a poet ; and not much that he dreamed took a living form; but Bagby must have been a dauntless and indefatigable laborer, and the .mere list of the publi- cations for which he wrote affords proof of his heroic industry and of the fatal fertility of his genius. Besides the Crescent, (in those days, remember, his letters were quasi editorial and had even a greater weight than that of mere local comment), he corres- ponded regularly for the Charleston Mercury and the Richmond Dispatch, and wTOte copiously for the Southern Literary Messenger, and sometimes for the Atlantic Monthly. It was through the medium of the Messenger that he lodged his first deep and popu- lar impression as an humorous writer. It may be questioned whether anything of a racier flavor, free from slang, yet fresh as dawn-dew with idioms of the heart and hearth; whether anything of more sylvan depth and of more natural oddity and sim- plicity ever saw the light, than the " Letters of Mozis Addums to Billy Evans of Kurdsville" in which the society, the man-traps and the wonders of Washing- ton city are described by a rustic writer to a rustic GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XX111 friend. The correspondent is represented as visiting the capital to procure a patent for a machine of his invention, for executing his idea of perpetual mo- tion. An amiable and virtuous Irish servant-girl rescues him out of a number of scrapes, and A.ddums ends by marrying her. Soon after this performance, John R. Thompson, one of the best beloved of the sons of song, resigned the editorial chair of the Southern Literary Messen- ger ', to become the editor of the Field and Farm, of New York. He was given a complimentary and val- edictory dinner at Zetelle's, by his friends, on May 15th, 1860, over which the Hon. William H. Macfar- land presided ; and it was casually mentioned, in the report of the banquet, in the Mewenger for June, that '"among the invited guests were John Esten Cooke, Esq., Dr. H. Grey Latham and Dr. Bagby." The very terms of the announcement signified to- those who were anyway behind the scenes, that Dr. Bagby him- . self had written the account, and that himself had vir- tually already succeeded to the tripod of the magazine from which no less a seer than Edgar A. Poe had -once spoken. And so he had, as the title-page of the next issue announced. Whatever the prestige with which he entered upon the discharge of his du- ties, the pressure and perplexities of the situation were all adverse. In other words, there could be at the South, as at that time, no purely literary work, or literary leisure, when the very air was saturated with politics, and, no more than religion, could literature ^resist its access. Yet the volume of the Messenger XXIV GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. for 1860 will be found to contain critical and creative work in quite a notable degree, and of a high order of merit. The romaunt of "Blue Eye and Battle- wick" a Christmas story, to some extent, perhaps, an unconscious imitation of Dickens, but altogether sui generis, and like the echoes in Ireland and in Ossian. which repeat what they hear with variations of their own ran through this volume of the Messenger, in five installments: January-May. Dr. Bagby pro- nounced this story a "failure" in after years; but it bears as unmistakable traces of his genius as any of his writings, and is only weak in the too close fidelity to individual specimens in the delineation of his characters. Yet those descriptions were as vivid as if photograph and phonograph had united to catch and fix the minutest traits. Many minor sketches accompanied the unfolding of the " Blue Eyes" story,, and the editorial department was always kept full and. fresh. In it Dr. Bagby defended the rights of the South, till, high over the noises of the press and the clamor of orators, rose suddenly and rudely the sharp thunder from Sumter, and the war was flagrant. Though wholly unfitted, physically, Bagby entered the ranks as a private, and was found with the ear- liest troops who were assembled at Manassas. There, fortunately, he soon attracted the attention of General Beauregard's chief of staff, and was, in part, relieved of duties of which he was incapable, by being de- tailed for clerical work at headquarters. It was not long, however, before his health proved inadequate for even this service, and he was given a final discharge. GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXV Resuming his profession, he sang the songs of a nation, while others fought its battles and made its laws. We write "sang" not unadvisedly, for at this period appeared the one poem of Dr. Bagby's which, marrying the spirit of the Revolution, can never die. His was the mission by it, like the good Froissart, " to encourage all valorous hearts, and to show them honorable examples." If less high and heroic than the ballads of Koerner, there was great quiet strength and stimulation to sacrifice in the strain which lent love and fame to " Brave old Tom with the empty sleeve," whose lost arm slept in unmarked honor under the Malvern turf. As much as any other, this was the poetic expression of the War of Independence, em- bodying its sacrifice, and summing up many a record of its Helden-'buch. Through every difficulty and over every obstacle the scarcity of paper and skilled labor, the absence of competent assistance of every kind, and the ever dwindling Confederate ra- tion, Dr. Bagby sustained the Messenger till its pro- prietorship changed, in 1864, and then laid down the burden, having fought the good fight with unfalter- ing courage. Besides the magazine, Dr. Bagby performed, dur- ing the war, a vast amount of literary and journal- istic work. He was the correspondent, at the Con- federate Capital, of every Southern paper that could secure the favor of being represented by him: the 3A XXVI GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. Mobile Register, the Memphis Appeal, the Colum- bus, Ga., Sun, the Charleston Mercury, and others,, besides his regular service for some years as editorial contributor to the Richmond Whig, of which his friend McDonald had become the editor. His bold- ness of comment on the course of events within the ill-starred Confederacy led him to write occasionally for the Richmond Examiner, though he did not ap- prove, in general, its reckless method. His inter- course with the editor of the Examiner gave him ma- terial for the sketch published shortly after the war,, entitled, "John M. DanieUs Latch-Key" Besides his work on the papers mentioned, Bagby wrote bril- liant articles for the Southern Illustrated News, and was every way useful. It would be impossible to trace all the currents and varieties of his labors during these years, from his solid logic for the cause contributed to the London Index, after Thompson's departure for Europe, to the news letters, bristling with poignant paragraphs, which he sent to the Selma Times, the Columbus Sun, and many other Southern papers. These labors, viewed through the calm vista of the long after-time, afford two occasions of thought. Despite all the heroism, and the wonder and the magnitude of their contribution to the cause of Con- federate independence, these letters, covering the whole broad scope of history, principle, argument, appeal, justice and persuasion, failed, just as the sword of the great Lee failed in the field. Then, as to the personal consequences, the collapse of the GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXVU cause, in which he trusted as he did in the gospel of God, broke his heart as it did that of the Commander. Of these, and of many like deaths, the image of the Irish poet is startling in the truth of its realization : the crack of the chords, on the mute harp hanging at midnight, on the tapestry of Tara : "And freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives /" AFTER THE WAR. The success of Dr. Bagby before and during the war well justified his seeking to pursue in New York a journalistic and literary career. His disability in this line, by reason of the loss in part of his eye- sight, induced him to enter the lecturing field, in which a rich reception and a bountiful harvest awaited him. More than that, his choice of a new profession involved his return to Virginia, now made doubly dear to him in that, in 1863, he had espoused Miss Parke Chamberlayne, of Richmond, daughter of Dr. Lewis W. Chamberlayne, who represented in her own person at least two of the noble lines of Normans whose shields are suspended in Battle Ab- bey the lines of Chamberlayne and of D'Aubigny [Dabney] ; illustrious English and Yirginian lineages. Let the laurel of honor to this lady of love and grace be deferred to a later page, while we deal at present with the fortunes of the lecturer, and the turn that was given to the tide of his life by this new venture. The profession was not wholly fresh to him, a* GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. himself relates. ''Previous to the war he had been fairly successful with his lecture entitled, ' An Apol- ogy for Fools,' but in the winter of 18 65-' 6, his lec- ture on i Bacon and Greens, or the Native Virginian,' fairly took the city of Richmond by storm, and was as great a success throughout Virginia and Maryland." His next essay, "The Disease Called Love," is perhaps the most popular of all his lectures, with old and young. In addition to these was another lecture, entitled " Women-Folks," and one on the " Virginia Negro," which was only faulty in its depth of truth. Its delivery in New York at once drew the partisan line, which renders fair judgment not only impos- sible, but undesirable. Nobody really wanted to know the actual state of the case, and the preacher of truth allowed himself to be discouraged and repulsed by the first chill reception which he suffered. It is stated that Mr. Moses P. Handy, then employed on the Tribune, left word with Mr. Winter, the Tribune critic, to give the lecturer a good notice; but the message went astray, and Winter was very wintry, even disparaging in a flippant way the lecturer's air and bearing. This was not very refreshing to a spe- cialist who had given twenty years to the mastery of his theme; but more than the particular miscarriage was the conviction, for which it gave occasion, that the North did not really desire to know the status of the South or the condition of the negro, but preferred to keep him as an unsolved factor, to be made use of, pro or con., as the necessities of a sectional party might seem to require. GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXIX So from North back to South, in obedience to the law of nature, the strayed son of Virginia drifted. Virginia was his natural and magnetic home, and here lay the line and here sat the spring of his duty during the period of reconstruction, in whose pro- cesses, so far as relates to the factors of real historic greatness, he had no sort of faith, while as to the progress and speedy realization of material wealth and power he was ready to approve himself an ear- nest worker and a firm believer. During 1868 Dr. Bagby had an experience of strictly independent journalism. He established him- self at Orange Courthouse as the editor of the Na- tive Virginian, and not only wrote copiously for it, but in the same style and spirit as well for many other Virginia journals. He was not idle either in the lecture business, and even when not engaged in delivery and composition was always active in col- lecting, sorting, and recording material, in a system of scrap-books like that of the late Charles Reade. In the laboratory of an ever-active and thought-tor- mented brain these natural ores were painfully and gradually fused and formed into proportions of grace, and brave flights of speculation and imagi- nation which many, even among educated men, lacked the width of wing to follow. But a new change was at hand a change that afforded a fresh illustration of the fidelity of early friendship, which is, as the love of the Douglas, " tendir and treu." In 1869, G. C. Walker was elected governor of Virginia as a liberal Republican ; and under his ad- XXX GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. ministration, and that of his successors, Gen. James L. Kemper and Col. F. W. M. Holliday, Hon. James McDonald served as Secretary of State. Faith- ful to the tartan blood which he bore, and true to the obligations of old times; secure too in the sense of the eminent fitness of his friend, Gen. McDonald appointed Dr. Bagby assistant secretary, and as such custodian of the State Library. The duties of the position, although in a measure confining and irksome, he discharged with rare fidelity, till he was removed by the change of State administration. As before, he had always cultivated letters for their love, so now again he wooed and sued the muses, for the sake of the fruit which he hoped they would yield, and for the redress of public wrongs which he and other Vir- ginians now felt to be growing grievous. And yet, I have always thought this political course was only a minor consequence and incident of his theory of philosophy and of social statics. Never was there loyalty to a dead cause such as his since the days of the Scotch Jacobites; his heart was ever with the " Charlie over the water," when indeed there was no king except in his thought. And the aching know- ledge that he loved a dead dream weighed on him always, and then broke his heart; and he left other less consecrated men to face the new world of un- tried and 'raw conditions, while to himself, as when the " whole round table was dissolved," was given of God the freedom of the black-stoled barge, and the weeping queens, and the comfort of green valleys GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXXI and deep peace in the isle of Avillion, beyond the seas. Little remains to be said of his life. The fact of its incessant activity is told in the mere catalogue of the papers to which he contributed and the lectures lie delivered. One of the very best and brightest of his creations, about this time, was his satire entitled " What I Did with my Fifty Millions" an evolu- tion, wholly original withal, from the lamp of Alnaschar and the milk-maid of ^Esop, or of Noah "Webster. I say satire, not ignorant that the word is not adequate nor accurate, for it was part of the genius of our friend that he created a school of style .and theme in letters all his own, with which the terminology of rhetoric has not much to do. Another very happy idyl was his " Reminiscences of Canal Life" in which his loyal love of nature finds an expression as strong and yet simple as the mother-longing of a lost child. In Goethe's Renun- ciants, the highest culture was imaged by the figure which gazed with folded palms upon the ground. Such was Bagby's reverence, and such his rapt con- templation of the garment of God, which shows, through the drapery of rock and rill, and cloud and storm and mountain, the august proportions of the Eternal. Happy was he, after all experience of doubt and darkness, to find at last in these vast folds of form the evidence and expression of a Father of love and light, who comforts and helps the weak- hearted, and raises up those who fall. In the peace of this faith he fell asleep, like Stephen, while "all XXX11 GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. that sat in the council, looking steadfastly at hira r saw his face as it had been the face of an angel." During this period he composed and delivered several of his best lectures, " The Old Virginia Gentleman" and " The Virginia Negro" The latter was intended for delivery North ; but he found, after a brief but sufficient experience, that the North thought they knew more of the negro than he did. Returning, he wrote the most merry and exquisite of all his creations, "MeekinaeJ Twinses" a fic- tion founded upon fact. Mr. Meekins acquired in a week as wide an acquaintance as Mr. Addums in a dozen years; and the feed sto' in Rocketts had as good a title to a place in the limbus of genius as the "Old Curiosity Shop," or the City Mildendo. Hereabouts also belongs the sketch which has given him his widest and most graven fame, the sketch of "JBubenstein at the Piano" which Mr. Watterson has admitted into his compilation of Southern humor,, and which is found already in many " Readers." I am told it has been translated into a German musical magazine. It has always reminded me, in structure,, though the themes are wide enough apart, of the "Dream Fugue" attached to De Quincey's " Vision of Sudden Death." After these writings, Dr. Bagby made for the State newspaper, then edited by Capt. John Hamp- den Chamberlayne, (brother of his wife, and one of the brightest and best of the knights whose accolade was given on the two fields of battle and labor), a trip through Virginia, describing each stage in letters,. GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXX111 whose power of paint and of thought surpassed any production of the kind in the history of Virginian, journalism. A like series of letters,, entitled, " New England Through the Back Door" written for the Baltimore Sun, gave us a Yankee-land more gracious, fresh and genial even than the " Hills of the Shatemuc." Then came desultory writing for many papers. Mr. A. McDonald, editor of the Lynchburg News, was again, one of his generous friends to the last ; the Philadel- phia Weekly Times published one of his.papers; and his last composition appeared in Harper's Magazine. After that, death ; not all at once, but by gradual stages, as of a siege. A sore in the tongue, the re- sult of his life-long dyspepsia, became a cancer, and brought on a long and dreadful ordeal of suffering. He sought the relief of the Healing Springs in vain, and then, in August of '83, desolate but not despair- ing, he turned home to die. God is good ; and good and great not only in His own direct dealings, but in the means and agents through which He works. The dying man, the sinking scholar and philosopher,, the champion, broken and baffled in the work and. dream of his life, unconscious how that this labor had been accomplished, not by any great coup, but by silent and tardy and gradual stages non vi sed scepe cadendo this warrior, who came home borne on his shield, found a wife there whose ministrations, de- vout and profound, chased every form of fear and evil from his pillow and path of slow and tortured decline- In Hans Andersen's story, it is the white wings of XXXIV GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. the swans that bear their sister across the sea. Here it was love, clear faith, strong courage, worthy of the two shields in Battle Abbey, an utter avTo-xgvwfft$, and above all "the peace of God that passeth all under- standing," which God blessed and rewarded with that perfect submission to His will that shall "bring a man peace at the last," through the direst trial. The foregoing pages have been written in vain if they have not conveyed some sense of the writer's appreciation of Dr. Bagby's genius and moral great- ness. " There is no man left in Virginia fit to lift the lid of his inkstand," wrote Dr. Lafferty of him a true saying. " Never in Virginia letters shall we see his like again," wrote John Esten Cooke. All pens, great and small, sought, with the piety of " Old Mortality," to deepen the inscription of love and praise on his tomb, and to clear off the grass and weeds. The most faithful and beautiful of the tributes paid to his memory was woven from the heart through the pen of his life-time friend, Gen- eral James McDonald, who, true fo the habit of his Highland blood, was the well-trusted comrade of thirty-odd years, and one of the executors of his lit- erary remains.* *Tbe following extracts from the article referred to give the -writer's ideas of some of the mental and social characteristics of Dr. Bagby: "Dr. Bagby was a peculiar man. He was peculiar in the tone and temper of his unclassified order of genius ; he was peculiar in ihe ways in which he often looked at things with his mind's eye ; he was peculiar in his reflections, in his reasonings, in his specula- tions as to those sublime and mystical matters that come within the GEOKGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXXV Long time as death was known to be approaching, its final access was a surprise at last. " Death will aiot be fooled," he had written in "Blue Eyes:' " He spheres of both physics and metaphysics. His intellect was bright and sympathetic and subtle ; and it was strong, and broad, and deep on occasion too. He was admirable as an analyst in psychologic science and speculative philosophy. His mind was not symmetrically disciplined, perhaps, but in certain directions it was remarkably clear, strong and penetrating. . . . His thoughts were big and often bold upon broad fields where reason paused and beckoned backward for genius to bring her lamp and light the way a little. u Dr. Bagby was a close and thoughtful observer; a student of humanity ; a somewhat curious, but philosophic and charitable searcher into the motives by which men are governed and the secret springs that actuate them. He was fond of grave and in- tellectual conversation, and took pleasure in the society of elderly persons, whom he was much given to questioning with the view of drawing out their experiences of life and their conclusions on its puzzles and problems. But while of a naturally serious and somewhat melancholy temperament, which tendency was strengthened by habitual ill-health, he often entered heartily into social diversions and convivialities, and played his full part in conversational drolleries and interchanges of wit and repartee. "He had a fine appreciation of all that was excellent in music .and art, in acting and oratory, and he delighted in the advance- ments of science, invention and discovery. He was very ob- servant of social duties and courtesies, punctual in correspondence, and regular in visits to friends, and calls on those who had any claim to such civility. He treasured and was careful to keep alive old friendships, and was assiduous in little acts of compli- ment and kindness in which children often shared. He was with- out vanity or affectation, and without jealousy, as man or author. He was a genuine lover of nature, and of the repose, simplicity and ingenuousness of country-life. He was most widely known, as a humorist and dialect writer ; but his efforts in this way, irre- sistibly amusing as many of them were, were only the unbend- ings and diversions of a mind that found its brightest pleasures XXXVI GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. will have his dues. Preparation avails nothing, Item tetigit acu. Aye, he does touch sharply, a& with a poisoned thorn, piercing to the core. When no answer, be it ever so faint and feeble, comes from the lips that have thanked us ; when no turning of the eye repays in grateful light the hands that smooth the sunken pillow ; when all is still there, and no sound shall be there forever, forever! how burst the fountains, how the waters are unsealed, as though never a thought of that hour of anguish had warned us of its coming."* His end was great peace; his last word "Rest;" his death-pillow, that brave and tender breast where ten babes had nestled, and where his own woes had been softly touched into mental health, and his sigh- ing soothed into sleep or song. Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord ; to whom is given the double promise that they rest while their labor survives to bless and decorate the world. To our dear dead, the man of God, Eev. Dr. Peterkin, of St. James's church, gave all the final consolations and ministrations of and its normal and most congenial habitat in the upper realms of thought. .... "It was his great ambition to write a book that would be an enduring record of all that was distinctive, and, as he be- lieved, without parallel elsewhere, in the Virginia civilization, character and life which he had known in his earlier days, and which culminated in the war and perished with its close. He did not live to accomplish the desire in the form that he thought, but he was, unconsciously to himself, accomplishing it all the time, and in the body of his literary remains, could they be collected,, the purpose would be found fully executed. '' * Blue Eyes and Battlewick, Chapter IV. GEORGE WILLIAM BAGBY. XXXV11 the faith of Christ ; and his works shall vindicate the -conservative aspect of justice and truth while the world turns. The Virginia of the future may be grander, richer, and stronger than the Virginia, " im- maculate and immortal," which his love and imagina- tion touched into all the lines and colors of ideal perfection ; but it cannot ever and for ever be the same Virginia, the mother and nurse in classic and Christian greatness of Washingtons and Lees, of Stu- arts and Rodeses, and of children humbler in birth and state, but all as dutiful and dauntless. What- ever there was that was brightest and sweetest in the older civilization, in what he queerly called the Vir- ginia of the "spring and gourd" period, whose seedy relics are even as an offence in the eyes of the new generation ; whatever is truest and best and bravest that survives among the most potent factors and kindliest influences of the Virginia that is yet to be, will owe its survival and its vitality to the labor and love of one to whom more fitly than to most we may apply the sad consolation, " After life's fitful fever he sleeps well." Returning from the funeral of her father, Decem- ber 1st, 1883, his daughter wrote the following lines, than which no fitter language could serve for his ^epitaph : " Ah 1 pitying Saviour, guard and guide, Receive into thy arms again His longing spirit, purified From mortal sin by mortal painl" WRITINGS OF DR. GEORGE w. BAGBY.' THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. PREFACE. THIS lecture was written in the interest of the Virginia Histori- cal Society. My hope was that its delivery throughout the State might awaken in our people a just pride in their Past, which, with all its faults, has had no equal since Greece gave to the world that splendor which will live when the sun dies. That pride aroused, I hoped they would, by small individual contributions, revivify a society representing the history of the oldest and greatest of American States. Doubtless the picture here drawn of Virginia as she was is idealized. Purposely so. Not for a moment could any Virginian say that there was nothing amiss in the old order. Alas ! there is much amiss in every structure, old or new. Educated at the North, I was perhaps more keenly alive to the defects of our sys- tem than almost any Virginian of my time. And so long as the good Commonwealth lived I did not fail to mix in every panegyric I wrote and there were several a full proportion of good-na- tured satire. If I have praised Virginia without stint, I have, in times past, ridiculed her unsparingly. But our Mother is dead, and much may be pardoned in a eulogy which would be inex- cusable were the subject living. I ask no man's pardon for what must seem to a stranger a most exaggerated estimate of my State and its people. In simple truth and beyond question there was in our Virginia country life a beauty, a simplicitj 7 , a purity, an uprightness, a cordial and lavish hospitality, warmth and grace which shine in the lens of memory with a charm that passes all language at my command. It is gone with the social structure that gave it birth, and were I great, I would embalm it in the ainber of such prose and verse as has not been written since John Milton laid down his pen. Only greatness jjan fitly do it. I 33 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. The lecture is in fact two lectures. With the words, " As were the sons, so was the mother," the second lecture begins. For this lecture, which I intended to call simply " Old Virginia,'' there was in my mind, years ago, ample material, but the thread some- how became lost, and fearing that I might not live to recover it, and desiring, too, to say before I died what I have said in the closing pages, I tacked it on to the first lecture, without much re- gard to the unities. So let it pass. MARCH 19, 1877. HIS house was not jammed down within two inches and a half of " the main, plain road." Why ! He held, as his father did before him, that it was immodest to expose even his house to the pub- lic gaze. Perhaps he had that lack of curiosity, which, the newspaper men tell us, is characteristic of the savage most of us, you know, are descended from Pocahontas and, at all events, it would never do to have his headquarters on the very edge of a planta- tion of 1,000 or 2,000 acres. What was there to see on the main, plain road ? Nothing. Morning and evening the boys dashed by on their colts, hurrying to or from the Academy, so- called. On Sundays, carryalls, buggies, and wagons, filled with women-folk and children, in split-bottom chairs, wended their way to Mt. Zion, a mile or two further on in the woods. Twice a week the stage rattled along, nobody inside, a negro in the boot, the driver and the negro-trader, both drunk, on top. Once a month the lawyers, in their stick-gigs or " single-chairs," and the farmers on their plantation mares, chatting and spitting amicably, with switches poised in up-and-downy elbows, jogged on to court. THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 3 And that was all that was to be seen on the main, plain road, except the Doctor and the Deputy-sheriff, with their leggings and saddle-bags. Tramps there were none, unless you call the county idiot, who stalked barefoot through the winter snow, fanning himself industriously the while with a turkey- wing fan, a tramp. Once a year the peddler, with his pack, or the plausible oil-cloth table-cloth man, put in an appearance ; and that was literally all. Why, even the hares played in the middle of the lonesome road ! And yet there was a life and ani- mation along the county roads, especially about the country taverns, in the good old days (they were good) which we who remember them sadly miss in these times of rapid railroad transit. A stranger would never dream that the narrow turning out of the main road, scarcely marked by a rut, led to a habitation better than a charcoal-burner's shed. But the drivers of the high-swung, bug-back family carriages of the period knew that turning "mighty well." So did many gentlemen, old and young, in all parts of the Commonwealth. " Oak- lands," " Belleh'eld," " Mt. Airy," whatever it might be named, was the half-way house to "Cousin Tom's," " Uncle Randolph's," or " Grandpa's," twenty or thirty miles further on. Also it was a convenient place to spend the night and mend the high-swung bug-back from Alpha to Omega when on your way to the White Sulphur, Richmond, or anywhere. Truth to tell, there was no getting around it; it drew you like a magnet. 4 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. And whenever the road was adorned by a white- haired, florid-faced gentleman astride a blooded horse, with his body-servant in charge of his portmanteau following at respectful distance behind, that party, you may be very sure, turned off the main plain road and disappeared in the depths of the forest. Col. Tidewater had come half the length of the State to try a little more of Judge Piedmont's Madeira, to know what on earth induced Piedmont to influence the Governor in making that appointment, and to in- quire if it were possible that Piedmont intended to bring out Jimson of all human beings, Jim son ! for Congress ? " Disappeared in the depths of the forest ?" Yes. And why ? Because there must be plenty of wood where there is no end of negroes, and fifteen or twenty miles of worm-fencing to keep in repair. So there was a forest on this side ancl on that of the Old Virginia gentleman's home ; sometimes on all sides ; and the more woodland the better. How is a man to get along without clearing new ground every year ? The boys must have some place to hunt squirrels. Everybody is obliged to have wild indigo to keep flies off his horse's head in summer. If you have no timber, what becomes of your hogs when you turn them out ? How about fuel ? "Where is your plank to come from, and your logs for new cabins and to- bacco barns ? Are you going to buy poles for this, that and the other? There's no use 'talking ne- groes can't be healthy without wood, nor enjoy life without pine-knots when they go fishing at night. THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 5 Pleasant it was to trot through these forests on a hot summer day, or any other day, knowing what was to come at your journey's end. Pleasant, too, to bowl along under the arching boughs, albeit the ruts were terrible in places, and there were two or three immemorial holes, made by the butts of saw- logs (you could swear that the great mark in the centre of the road was the tail-trace of an Iguanodon, or some other Greek beast of prehistoric times) two or three old holes, that made every vehicle, but chiefly the bug-back carriage, lurch and careen worse than a ship in a heavy sea. But these were useful holes. They educated the young negro driver, and compelled the old one to keep his wrinkled, mealy hand in. They toned, or rather tuned up, the nerves of the young ladies, and gave them excuse for uttering the prettiest shrieks ; whereat the long-legged cousin, leaning to the left at an angle of ninety degrees, with his abominable red head for ever inside the carriage window, would display his horsemanship in the most nimble, over- affectionate, and unpleasing manner unpleasiug to the young gentleman from the city, who was not a cousin, did not want to be a cousin, wasn't a bit proud of riding, but had " some sense of decency, and really a very high regard for the sensibilities of the most refined ladies in the whole State of Virginia, sir !" Many were the short but fervent prayers ejaculated by the old ladies in consequence of these same holes, which came to be provocatives of late piety, and on that account were never molested ; and they were 6 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. prized beyond measure by the freckle-face ten-year old brother, who, standing up behind and hanging- back by the carriage-straps, yelled with delight every time the bug-back went " way down," and wished from the very bottom of his horrid boy's heart that " the blamed old thing would bust all to flinders and plump the whole caboodle smack into the middle of the mud puddle." Col. Tidewater declared that Piedmont's forest road was the worst in the world, and enough to bring in jeopardy soul as well as body ; to which Piedmont hotly replied that a five mile stretch in August through the sand in Tidewater's county was eternity in Hades itself. The forest once passed, a scene not of enchant- ment, though contrast often made it seem so, but of exceeding beauty, met the eye. Wide, very wide fields of waving grain, billowy seas of green or gold, as the season chanced to be, over which the scudding shadows chased and played, gladdened the heart with wealth far spread. Upon lowlands level as a floor, the plumed and tasseled corn stood tall and dense, rank behind rank in military alignment a serried army, lush and strong. The rich, dark soil of the gently swelling knolls could scarcely be seen under the broad, lapping leaves of the mottled tobacco. The hills were carpeted with clover. Beneath the tree-clumps, fat cattle chewed the cud or peaceful sheep reposed, grateful for the shade. In the midst of this plenty, half-hidden in foliage over which the graceful shafts of the Lombard poplar towered, with THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 7 its bounteous garden and its orchards heavy with fruit near at hand, peered the old mansion, white or dusky-red or mellow-gray by the storm and shine of years. Seen by the tired horseman, halting at the wood- land's edge, this picture, steeped in the intense, quiv- ering summer noonlight, filled the soul with un- speakable emotions of beauty, tenderness, peace, home. " How calm could we rest In that bosom of shade, with the friends we love best !" Sorrows and cares were there where do they not penetrate ? but oh ! dear God, one day in these sweet tranquil homes outweighed a fevered lifetime in the gayest cities of the globe. Tell me nothing; I under- value naught that man's heart delights in; I dearly love operas and great pageants; but I do know as I know nothing else that the first years of human life, and the last, yea, if it be possible, all the years, should be passed in the country. The towns may do for a day, a week, a month at most ; but na- ture, mother nature, pure and clean, is for all time ; yes, for eternity itself. What think you of heaven? Is it a narrow street, packed full of houses, with a theatre at one end and a beer saloon at the other? Nay ! the city of God is under the trees and beside the living waters. These homes of Virginia are ruins now; not like the ivied walls and towers of European lands, but ruins none the less. The houses, indeed, are still 8 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. there, little changed, it may be, as to the outside ; but the light, the life, the charm are gone for ever. "The soul is fled." About these Virginia homes there was much that was unlike the houses I have seen in the more popu- lous States of the North and in Canada. A South- erner traveling through central Pennsylvania and western New York to the falls of Niagara, and thence down the St. Lawrence, is painfully impressed by the scarcity the absence, one might say of hu- man beings around the houses and in the fields. There are no children playing in the cramped-up yards. The few laborers in the narrow fields make but a pitiful show, even at harvest time. The farms have a deserted look, that is most depressing to one accustomed to the sights and sounds of Virginia country life. For thirty miles below Quebec I watched the houses that thickly line the verdant river banks, but saw no human being not one. The men were at work in the villages, the women were at the wash-tubs or in the kitchens; and as for the children, I know not where they were. How unlike Virginia of the olden time ! There, people were astir, and something was always going on. The young master, with his troop of little dar- kies, was everywhere in the yard, playing horses; in the fields, hunting larks or partridges; in the or- chards, hunting for bird's nests; at the barn, sliding down the straw stacks; in the woods, twisting or smoking hares out of hollow trees ; in the " branch," fishing or bathing (we call it " washing " in Virginia); THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 9 in the patch, plugging half-ripe watermelons ; or else- where, in some fun or mischief. " Young Mistiss," in her sun-bonnet, had her retinue of sable attend- ants, who, bare-armed and bare-footed, accompanied her in her rambles through the garden, the open woodland near the house, and sometimes as far as the big gate. By the way, whenever you heard the big gate slam, you might know that "comp'ny" was coining. And comp'ny was always coming beaux to see the grown-up girls, neighbors, friends, strangers, kinfolks no end of them. Then some comely negro woman, with bright kerchief on her head, was ever passing to and fro, on business with her mistress; and few days passed that did not witness the "drop- shot gang " of small Ethiops sweeping up the fallen leaves that disfigured the broad yard. Some one was always coming or going. The gig, the double buggy, the carryall, the carriage, were in constant use. Horses, two to a dozen, were seldom wanting at the rack, and the boy of the family was sure to be on the horse-block, begging permission to "ride behind," or to carry the horse to the stable. Bringing in breakfast, dinner and supper, and carry- ing the things back to the kitchen, kept three or four servants busy from dawn till long after dark. The mistress had a large provision store at the smoke- house, where there was much to do every day except Sunday. So, too, with the dairy. From the rooms set apart for weaving and spinning came the tireless droning of wheels and the clatter of looms wonder- ful machines, that delighted the knots of white and 10 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. black children gathered at the open doorways. How gracefully Aunt Sooky stepped back and forth with her thread, as it kept growing and lengthening on the spindle ! Why, I can smell the wool-rools now, and see the brooches, and the shucks on which they were wound! These were the scenes and occupations that gave life to the house. In the fields, from the time that the gangs of ploughers (we never called them plough- men), moving steadily en echelon, turned up the rich sod, until the wheat was shocked, the corn laid by, the tobacco planted, suckered, primed, topped, cut, and hung in the golden sunshine to cure, there was something perpetually afoot to enliven the planta- tion. But who shall tell of harvest- time, when the field fairly swarmed with cutters, the binders, the shockers, the gleaners, all agog with excitement and joy? A murrain on your modern reapers and mow- ers ! What care I if Cyrus McCormick was born in E-ockbridge county ? These new-fangled " contrap- tions" are to the old system what the little, dirty, black steam-tug is to the three-decker, with its cloud of snowy canvass towering to the skies the grand- est and most beaiutiful sight in the world. I wouldn't give Uncle Isham's picked man, " long Billy Carter," leading the field, with one good drink of whiskey in him I wouldn't give one swing of his cradle and one "ketch" of his straw for all the mowers and reapers in creation. But what was the harvest-field compared to thresh- ing-time at the barn ? Great goodness alive ! Do THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 11 you all remember that huge cog-wheel aloft, and the little cog-wheels, that big post that turned 'round,, the thick shafts, two horses to a shaft; eight or ten horses to a machine (none of your one-horse, out- o'-door concerns this was under a large shed, close to the barn), and how we sat on those shafts, and how we drove those horses, and hollered at 'em, and how the dust flew, and what a glorious, glorious racket,, hubbub and confusion there was ? Surely you do. Then came beating-cider time. Bless me! how sick "us boys" used to get from drinking sweet ci- der and eating apple " pommels !" You recollect the cider press? None of your fish-traps, cut in two,, and set on end, with an iron crank, but a good, hon- est beam, a foot and a half thick, and fifteen to twenty feet long, jobbed into a hole cut clean through a stout oak tree, with a wooden trough holding half a ton of rocks, and an affair with holes and pegs, to regulate the prizing. Now that was a press, a real press not a gimcrack. Don't ask me about corn- shuckings. It would take a separate lecture to de- scribe them; besides, you already know more about them than I can tell you. If the house, the barn, the fields were alive, so also were the woods. There the ax was ever plying. Timber to cut for cabins (the negroes increased so fast), for tobacco houses and for fuel, new ground to- clear, etc , etc. The crack of the gun was heard con- tinually the boys were shooting squirrels for Bruns- wick stew and when the wild pigeons came, there was an endless f usilade. As for sports, besides squir- 12 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. rels, 'coons and 'possums, there were partridges, rob- ins, larks, and even kildees and bull-bats for shooting ; but far above all these, was the fox-hunt. Ah! who can ever forget it ? When the chase swept through the forest and across the hills, the hounds and the beagles in full, eager, piercing, passionate cry, mak- ing music for the very gods and driving the hunts- men stark mad. What were staked and ridered fences, tangled underwood, gullies, ditches, banks that were almost precipices, what was life, what was death to the young fellow just out of college, that glorious music ringing in his ears, his horse, a thing all fire and steel, going under him like a thunderbolt, and the fox not five hundred yards away? Tell me Southern country life was monotonous ! Bah ! Why, something or somebody was forever stirring. In the dead of night, hours before day-break, some old negro was eternally getting up to chunk his fire, or to cut another stick or two. In the dead of win- ter, the wagons were busy hauling wood, to keep up the grand old fires in the big old fire-places. And at the worst, the boys could always jump a hare out of a briar-patch, and then such "hollering," such whistling, such whooping, such calling of dogs: "here, here, here! who-eet! whoop! here!" as if Bedlam had broke loose. Of church-going on Sunday, when the girls kept the carriage waiting; of warraiit-tryings, vendues, election and general muster days, of parties of all kinds, from candy-stews and "infairs" up to the reg- ular country balls at the county seat, of fun at negro THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. weddings, of fish-fries, barbecues, sailing-parties, sora and duck-shooting, rides and drives the delights of Tidewater life of dinings in and dinings out, of the Bishop's visit, of company come for all day in addi- tion to the company regularly domiciled for the week, month or half-year, I need not speak at length. Country life in Yirginia tiresome'! You are crazy ! The habitation of the old Yirginia gentleman house is too short a word to express it always large enough, however small it might be, was sometimes stately, like the great, square house of " Rosewell," and others I might name. As a rule, to which, in- deed, there were many exceptions, it was neither planned nor built it grew : and that was its great charm. To be sure, the main structure or body of it had been put up with an eye not to convenience but to elbow-room and breathing space without which no Yirginian can live. But in course of time, as the children came along, as the family connexions increased, and as the desire, the necessity in fact, of keeping a free hotel grew upon him, the old gentle- man kept adding a wing here and tacking a shed room there until the original building became mixed up, and, as it were, lost in the crowd of additions. In cold weather the old house was often miserably un- comfortable, but at all other times it was simply glo- rious. There was, of course, a large hall or passage, a parlor and dining-room, " the chamber " proper for the old lady and for everybody, and a fine old-time staircase leading to the guest-chambers, but the rest 14 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. of the house ran mostly into nondescript apartments, access to which was not always easy. For the floors were on different levels, as they ought to be in an old country-house. Fail to step up or down at the proper time, and you were sure to bump your head or bruise your shins. Then there were dark closets, cuddies, and big old chests that came mayhap from England, say nothing of the garret, full of mystery, that stretched the whole length of the house. Here was romance for childhood plenty of it. These ir- regular rooms, two steps up and three down before you got fairly into them, teemed with poetry ; but your modern houses, with square rooms all on a dead level, are prosaic as dry-goods boxes. A fine old house it was to play hide-and-seek in, to romp with the girls, to cut all sorts of capers with- out disturbing the old folks. Then these dark pas- sages, these cuddies and closets, that big garret, never failed to harbor some good-natured old hip-shot fool of a family ghost, who was everlastingly " projicking " around at night, after the girls had quit their talk, making the floors crack, the doors creak, and whisper- ing his nonsense through the keyhole, as if he could scare you or anybody else ! To modernize the old Virginian's house would kill .that ghost, and if it be a crime to kill a live man, what an enormity it must be to kill one who has been dead a hundred years, who never harmed a living soul, and who, I suspect, w r as more fretted than sorry when the young ones would persist in hiding their heads under the bed- clothes for fear of him? "You little geese! its no- THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 15 body but me," and " whisk, whish, whish," he would go on with his idiotic whispering. The heavy, dark furniture ; the huge sideboard ; the quaint solid chairs; the more common article, with spraddled legs, scooped seats and stick backs; the diamond-paned book-case ; the long horse-hair ;sofas, with round tasseled pillows, hard as logs of ebony, with nooks to hide them in; the graceful -candle-stand ; the gilt mirror, with its three compart- ments; the carved mantle, so high you could hardly reach the silver candlesticks on its narrow top; the bureaux, with swinging brass handles; the dressing tables; the high-post bedstead, with valence and teaster; the But stay ! it suddenly and painfully occurs to me there are grown-up men and women in this room, actually here, immortal beings, who never laid eyes on a bed-wrench and pin, and who do not so much as know the meaning of cording a bed ! Think of it ! Yet these people live on. Ah me ! the fashion of this world passeth away ! The massive dinner table, never big enough to hold all the dishes, some of which had to go on the hearth to be kept warm; the old time silver, the heavy cut glassware, the glass pitcher for the thick, rich milk how it foamed, when they "poured it high!" the Canton >ehina, thin as thin biscuit; the plainer blue dinner set, for every day use, with the big apples on the little trees, the blue islands in a white sea, the man or woman that was always going over that short bridge, but stopped and stood provokingly in the 16 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. middle how they all come back to you! But I " lay " you have forgotten the band-boxes. Think of that again ! Band-boxes have fled away from the face of this earth, but not to heaven ; for they were much uglier than any sin I'm acquainted with. I recall the very pattern of them the red brick houses,, with many windows, the clumsy trees, and that odd something, more like a pile of rocks than an elephant, but spouting clods of water, like an elephant who had got drunk on mud. When you were a boy, did you sleep in a low- pitched, dormer-windowed room, with two little gable windows that looked out upon a narrow-necked chimney, just where the neck ended and the shoulder began? You did'nt? Then I pity you; you must have had a mighty poor sort of boyhood. Why, I can see the moss growing on that chimney, can see how very thick the old thing is at the bottom, and, by George ! there is the identical old toad (frog, we call him) that pops out every night from the slit in the wall at the side of the chimney. How well he looks ! hasn't changed a hair in forty years ! Come ! let's "ketch" some lightning-bugs and feed him, right now. Surely, you hav'nt forgotten the rainy days at the old country house ? How the drops kept dropping, dropping from the eaves, and popping, popping up from the little trough worn into the earth below the eaves ; how draggled and miserable the rooster looked, as you watched him from your seat in the deep win- dow-sill; and how (tired of playing in-doors) you THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 17 wondered if it would never, never stop raining. How you wandered from room to room, all over the bouse, up stairs and down stairs, eating cakes and apples, or buttered bread and raspberry jam ; bow at last you settled down in the old lady's chamber and held a hank till your arms ached, and you longed for bed-time to corne. If you have never known such days, never seen the reel the hanks were placed on, nor the flax-wheels that clacked when the time came to stop winding, then you have neither seen nor known anything. You don't know how to "skin the cat," or to play " Ant'ny over ;" you don't know how to drop a live 'coal in a little puddle of water, and explode it with an axe ; you " don't know no- thiii'," you have never been a Virginia boy. Yes, your arms ached, poor little fellow, pining for out-door fun ; they were sure to ache if you held the hank for Miss Mehaly Sidebottom, the poor lady who had lived in the family time out o' mind ; but if you held it for a pretty girl and what Virginia gentleman's house was without one two three half a dozen of them ? then your arms didn't give out half so soon, and you didn't know what it was to get hungry or sleepy. When you grew older, a rainy day in the country was worth untold money, for then you had the pretty girl all to yourself the live- long day in the drawing room. What music the rain made on the roof at night, and how you wished the long season in May would set in, raise all the creeks past fording, wash away all the bridges, and keep you there for ever. 2 18 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. And such girls ! They were of a piece with the dear old house ; they belonged to it of right, and it would not, and it could not have been what it was without them. Finer women, physically, I may have seen, with much more bone, a deal more of muscle and redder cheeks ; but more grace, more elegance, more refinement, more guileless purity, were never found the whole world over, in any age, not even that of the halcyon. There was about these country girls I mean no disparagement of their city sisters, for all Virginia girls were city girls in winter and coun- try girls in summer, so happy was our peculiar social .system there was about these country girls I know not what of sauce the word is a little too strong of mischief, of spirit, of fire, of archness, coquetry, and bright winsomeness tendrils these of a stock that was strong and true as heart could wish or nature frame ; for in essentials their character was based upon a confiding, trusting, loving unselfish de- votion a complete, immaculate world of womanly virtue and home piety was theirs, the like of which, I boldly claim, was seldom approached, and never ex- celled, since the Almighty made man in his own image. What matter if it rained or shone, so you spent your time with girls like these ? And if one of them chanced to be a cousin everybody has cousins then there was no help for you ; literally none, " Did you ever have a cousin, Tom ? And did that cousin sing ? Sisters we've had by the dozen, Tom, But a cousin's a different thing ! " THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 19 I believe you. A cousin, a real female cousin, I take to be the invention of the De'il himself his pet bit of ingenuity. She makes you all but crazy to marry her, then she won't marry you, never had the remotest idea of marrying you (says so anyhow), and you know you oughtn't to marry her even if she were willing; and where are you? There's not a man of us who has not been robbed of his senses by one or more of these beautiful witches, not one of us who does not recall the time when "Half dying with love, We ate up her glove And drank our champagne from her shoe!" And a little " teenchy " bit of a shoe it was, too white kid. She never knew who stole it, and you have had it hid away these twenty years, although you are married. I know you, sir. Are there any such girls now-a-days, I wonder ? I trust so, indeed. The archness and coquetry in the girls of whom I have been speaking were but charm- ing arabesques upon Damascus steel, metal of proof, whose mortal sharpness, bitter and keen, he was sure to feel, and quickly too, who dared to come too near. But since the war, I am told, a change has come to pass, and approaches, impossible in 1 purer days, are allowed. Is it so? Then are we lost indeed! It cannot be so ; but if it be so in part only, who is to blame ? Are not you, young gentleman ? Hold off, sir ; stand back, I say ; lay not so much as a finger- tip lightly upon her, for she is sacred. If she be not yours, she is your brother's ; and if your own, will 20 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. you harm ever so little her whom yon intend to make your wife ? Oh ! wait, do but wait. In the hallowed stillness of your bridal eve, ere the guests have all assembled, lift up to yours the fair pale face, love's perfect image, and you shall see that vision to which God our Father vouchsafes no equal this side the jasper throne you shall see the ineffable eyes of in- nocence entrusting to you, unworthy, oh ! so un- worthy, her destiny through time and eternity. In- hale the perfume of her breath and hair, that puts the violets of the wood to shame; press your first kiss (for now she is all your own), your first kiss upon the trembling petals of her lips, and you shall hear, with ears you knew not that you had, the silver chiming of your wedding bells far, far up in heaven. As were the girls, so was their mother; only of a type, if possible, still higher; for I can but think that, since the Colonial and Revolutionary days, each generation has shown a slight falling away from those grand models of men and women who really existed in Virginia, but whom we have come to look upon almost as myths. That the mother was lovelier or more lovable than her daughters, I will not say. That she was purer, tenderer, truer, sweeter, I will not say ; but certainly there was about her a dignity, a repose, an impressiveness, at all events, a some- thing that one missed in the beautiful maidens who grew up around her. Perhaps it was the effect of age. I know not; but I do know that, in some re- spects, her daughters were not quite equal to her. Words fail to tell what the Virginia lady of the THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 21 best type was. During the first decade of her mar- ried life, a part of each recurring winter was passed at the State capital or in Washington, and a part of each summer at the springs; she was at that time no stranger to the great cities and seasides of the North ; and, in some instances (though these, to speak the truth, were very rare), she had travelled abroad, and knew the delights of European capitals. But now, for many years, her whole life had been spent at home. She was much too busy to leave it. The bodily and spiritual welfare of too many human beings depended upon her gentle presence, her bene- ficent guidance, to permit more than the briefest visit, once a year, to her aged parents. Retaining the grace, and, to some extent, the ease of mariner, characteristic of her class and peculiarly her own in early womanhood, whilst moving in the brilliant throngs of cities and watering places, and accustomed, as she had ever been, to receive and entertain the best people of her own and other States, there had nevertheless crept over her, in consequence, no doubt, of her long seclusion, an almost girlish shyness, a maidenly timidity, a little uncertainty as to herself, an absence of readiness and aplomb^ which were in- expressibly beautiful. The ways of the great world had ceased, long ago, to be her ways. She lived in a little world of her own. She cared not to keep pace with the fast-changing fashions, which, to her pure mind, were not always for the better. Her manner was not, in the usual sense, high-bred ; for her's was the highest breeding, and she had no man- 22 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. C^C cttTi ner. But her welcome as you entered her door, and her greeting, meet her when you might, on the end- less round of her duties, in-doors or out, was as sim- ple and genial as sunshine, and as sweet as spring water. Full well she knew the seriousness of life. Over and over the cares and responsibilities of her station, as the mother of so many children, the mis- tress of so many servants, and the hostess of so many guests, had utterly overwhelmed her. Again and again, had she been willing, nay glad were it God's pleasure to lay down the burthen that was too heavy for poor human nature to bear. To her own sorrows she added the sorrows of her friends, her neighbors, her dependents. Into how many negro cabins had she not gone, when the night was far spent and the lamp of life nickered low in the breast of the dying slave ! How often she minis- .tered to him with her own hands! Thin hands, wasted with over-work for she disdained no labor, manual or mental I can see them now ! Nay, had she not knelt by his lowly bed and poured out her heart to God as. his soul winged its flight, and closed his glazed and staring eyes as the day was dawning ? yet the morning meal found her at her accustomed seat, tranquil and helpful, and no one but her hus- band the wiser for her night's ministrations. What poor woman for miles around knew not the bright- ness of her coming ? Some of her own children had been taken from her that deep anguish ! she knew it all and the children of her neighbors, even the humblest, had died in her lap ; herself had washed THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 23 and shrouded them. To feed, to clothe, to teaph, to guide, to comfort, to nurse, to provide for and to watch over a great household and keep its complex machinery in noiseless order these were the wo- man's rights which she asserted, and there was no one to dispute; this was her mission, and none ever dared to question it. Mother, mistress, instructor > counsellor, benefactress, friend, angel of the sick- room ! if ever I am tempted to call down the fire of divine wrath, it is upon the head of those (there have been such, incredible as it may seem,) who have wilfully and persistently misrepresented thi& best and purest of God's creatures as the luxurious,, idle, cruel and tyrannical favorite of some Eastern harem. The arch-fiend himself could not have originated a slander more gross, more infinitely and detestably foul. My rambles before the war made me the guest of Virginians of all grades. Brightest by far of the memories of those days, that seem to have been passed in some other planet, is that of the Virginia mother, as I have so often seen her, in the midst of her tall sons and blooming daughters. Her delicacy, tenderness, freshness, gentleness ; the absolute purity of her life and thought, typified in the spotless neat- ness of her apparel and her every surrounding, it is quite impossible to convey. Withal, there was about her a naivete mingled with sadness, that gave her a surpassing charm. Her light blush, easily called up when her children rallied her, as they habitually would, about her old-fashioned ways and her igno- THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. ranee of the world, was something never to be for- gotten. Sunlight, flushing with faint rose-tints the driven snow, could scarcely more excite the rapture of admiration. Her pride in her sons, her delight in her daughters, her lowliness and her humility for she was least among them all, and they were as yet too young and full of bounding life to revere and worship her as she deserved who shall, who can fitly tell of these things ? When I think of the days that will come no more, I sometimes pass my hand quickly across my eyes, as one who wishes to brush away a vision, not be- cause it is unpleasing, but simply because it is un- real. And in the solitude of my room I sometimes ask myself aloud, u Was this actually so ? Did I live in those days ? Isn't it a dream ? Did I ever know such women ? Is there not some mirage, some rosy but false light thrown upon the picture as it appears in memory ? It is very, very beautiful ; but is it not of the fancy merely ?" No ! blessed be the Giver of every good and per- fect gift, the picture is not imaginary. It is real. These women lived. The most of us who are bearded men have seen them and talked with them; and some of you (alas ! I am not of your number) re- member with trembling and with tears, that, long, long years ago, by the embers and low-flames flutter- ing in the nursery fire-place, you knelt at the feet of such a woman, and while her soft hand rested on your head, said the little prayer her pure lips had THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 25 taught you to pray. You called her mother. She was your mother. How did these Virginia mothers and housekeepers manage to put things in order and keep them so ex- quisitely clean? That was always a mystery to me. "Servants," you say. Oh ! yes ! servants of course ; but when servants have so many things to do, how is it that you never see them doing any one of them ? If you laid awake all night long, you would, in some vague daybreak hour, hear a peculiar humping, rumbling noise, never heard north of the Susque- hanna, which was occasioned, I am told, by a per- formance called " dry-rubbing." A grey-beard Vir- ginia boy told me only yesterday that riding on the scrubbing-brush, by squatting astraddle the brush and holding on to the long handle, was the best sort of fun. But by the time you got down stairs, nobody was to be seen, the floors were so slick that your neck was in danger, the silver candlestick, snuffers and tray were spotless, so were the big brass and- irons, so was the brass fender, and as for the door- knobs, why, you could see your face in them any- time; and a comical, big-mouthed, narrow-fore- headed face it was, as every Virginia boy knows. Who did it ? When ? how ? what for ? I don't like things so terrifically clean do you ? One morning I did catch a girl coming out of the parlor with a bucket in her hand. She trembled like a guilty thing surprised, turned a little yellow, then blushed a reddish black, " curche'd," and said: "I jes' bin clayin' de h'ath, sir." 26 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. What pleasure, what joy indeed, it was to visit a house over which one of these dear Virginia ladies- presided ! But what time of year was the best for your visit? Mortal man could never tell. There was the summer time, when you died daily of a surfeit of peaches and cream, and watermelons, tingling cold from the ice-house, all on top of your regular dinner; and somehow you never felt well enough to go bat-shooting with the boys about sun- down, but did gather up strength enough to walk out with one of the girls, "it didn't matter which one," you said, and told a whopper when you said so. When night came, and the girls with their beaux were in the parlor, and the old gentleman was talk- ing politics with his friends in the front porch, your energy increased. Without a thought of fatigue, you strolled under the manorial oaks alone? no, not altogether alone. The incessant chatter of the katydids, and the active vocal correspondence of the frogs in the mill-pond and the creeks, made it certain that whatever you had to say would be heard only by yourself ? Yes, oh ! yes. The drowsy tinkle; of the cow-bells in the " cup-pen" smote softly on your ear. The switching of the whipperwill mingled with the ululations of the half-scared negro, trudg- ing homeward through the distant woods. Music- from the open windows of the parlor, dipped in the perfume of flowers freshened by the night dews,, lifted your soul into Elysium. But the voice of the lady in white, whose little hand rested on your arm, was sweeter than music and flowers combined. THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 2T (If, in the beautiful vista of life that opened then before you, a panorama not seen distinctly, but ap- prehended by some fine lover-sense, unknown to ordinary mortals if in that entrancing vista, a panorama of a possible "plantation and negroes," superadded to the young lady in the simple lawn dress, presented itself to you, ah ! how could you help it ? and what poor, but handsome and aspiring, young man in this audience will blame you ? I cer- tainly will not.) But it was too sweet to last. You didn't want to- go in, not you, if it was midnight; but she made you go. Then came the unrepose in the lavendered bed, with the night- wind murmuring through the locusts and aspens, and the starlight spilling down from heaven where you cared not to go, yet awhile. !N"o rest for brain and heart were on fire with hopes- and fears. No rest. The mocking-bird in the thorn bush, for all his melody, was a nuisance ; and that screech owl in the old catalpa, how you would have liked to cut his throat, slowly, ever so slowly, with a, dull case-knife ! At last, consciousness melted away into the paradise of dreams, and you awoke in the morning to find your sweetheart fairer than the fleecy clouds and sweeter than the dew-washed roses. On some accounts, the winter was even better than the summer for a visit to the old Virginia gentle- man's home. There were more sports, Christmas parties, sleigh-rides, etc., and a different order of eatables and drinkables. But you devoured your lady-love, opposite whom the cunning waiter was. 28 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. sure to seat you. She was fatter, plumper, rosier, arm-fuller, warmer, impudenter, more mischievous, harder to catch, marriageable!*, exceedingly much more to be desired in marriage, and everything more delicious than before. After breakfast, and such a breakfast, a ride on horseback was demanded by all the laws of digestion. Coming back at a flying gallop, she was apt to look something very like "yes," and put whip to her steed. Then came a race. Fox-hunting was a fool to it ! Rather than fail in finding out the full meaning of that look, you would have killed the last one of her father's blooded horses. And when you caught up, oh ! misery the slippery minx had no affirmative for you, and you were "Mr. Impudence" for your pains. During the dance at night, she would give you, once an hour, a glance that was worth a king's ransom, and for the ensuing fifty-nine minutes and fifty -nine seconds was anybody's, everybody else's but yours. "When the dancing was all over, and you hail lingered at the foot of the staircase until you had well-nigh disgraced yourself, she would bid you good-night in tones that melted the very soul within you, dazzle you with her parting smile, and with the least little bit of a pressure of her tiny hand "just enough to last you till morning," dart up stairs like a meteor. The house was so full of company that you were sent out to the "office" in the yard, to stay with the boys. Time was when you asked nothing better; now, it was pure torture. The gabble of brothers and cousins about horses, dogs, guns, duels, " old THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 29 Soc," "old Gess," "Schele," "Math," getting "pitched," and the deuce knows what, disgusted and maddened you. You wanted to be alone with your celestial thoughts, and they wanted you to play euchre and drink whiskey-punch or apple-toddy. Idiots ! You consigned them all, without scruple, to the bottom of the pit that has no bottom. Ah me ! those were days of the gods. Ask any man here of five and forty or fifty if they were not. Are there any such country homes left in Virginia ? Is there even one such home ? And do they have such delights in them now ? I know not I know not. I have outlived my time. Carried away by recollections of the sweethearts of other days, the most of whom are grandmothers now, I seem to have forgotten the old Virginia gentleman himself. But I have not. It was neces- sary to give his surroundings. The large estate, the commodious house, the gentle wife, the sons and daughters, are but accessories of the principal figure. How shall I draw that true to nature ? The popular idea of the old Virginia gentleman, even in our own minds, is about as correct as that of the typical Yankee, in bell-crown hat, swallow-tail coat, striped breeches and short waistcoat. " Porte Crayon" has a picture of the old gentleman in " Virginia Illus- trated;" Kennedy, in the "Swallow Barn," gives us another ; and Elder, in an admirable unfin- ished sketch of a country court-day in Virginia, furnishes a third. All agree in representing him as 30 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. .a stout, bluff, hearty, jovial old fellow, fond of juleps, horse races, and " a little game of draw." This, to be sure, is one kind of Virginian, but not the typical kind, and by no means my ideal of an old Virginia gentleman. The truth is, there are several types, of which I distinguish five as more clearly marked than any others, viz : I. The one above given by Elder, Strother and Kennedy. II. A small, thin, sharp featured, black-eyed, swarthy man; passionate, fiery indeed in temper; keen for any sort of discussion ; profane, but swear- ing naturally and at times delightfully ; hot, quick, bitter as death; magnanimous, but utterly implac- able a red Indian imprisoned in the fragile body of a consumptive old Roman. III. A broad, solid, large-headed, large-faced, heavy, actually fat, deeply-pious old gentleman beaming with benevolence, the soul (and body, too !) of hospitality and kindness, simple as a child, absent- minded, unpractical to the last degree, and yet pros- perous, because God just loves him a dear, big, old father to everybody. IV. A refined, scrupulously-neat, carefully-dressed, high-toned, proud, exclusive man ; courteous, but somewhat cold ; a judge of rare old wines and a lover of them ; a scholarly but dry and ungenial in- tellect; regardful of manners, a stickler for forms and social distinctions; fond of ancient customs, observances and fashions, even to the cut of his clothes, which he would fain have made colonial; THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 31 an aristocrat, born and bred, and never quite un- conscious of the fact; a high type, one that com- manded more of respect than love, but not, I think, the highest type. Y. Last and best comes the Virginian, less fiery than the old Roman-Indian, but of spirit quite as high ; as courteous every whit as the aristocrat just named, but not so mannered ; in culture not inferior to either, and adding thereto a gentleness almost feminine, and a humility born only, as my experience teaches, of a devout Christian spirit; a lover of children with his whole heart, and idolized by them in turn; knightly in his regard for womankind, in the lowest fully as much as in the highest sphere ; in a word, as nearly perfect as human infirmity permits man to be. An old gentleman of Maryland, himself a fine specimen of an admirable class, told me that what impressed him most in the Virginia gentlemen whom he met at the Springs and else- where, but more especially those who lived nearest him in the Northern Neck, was a humility amount- ing almost to forgetfulness of self, and yet joined to so perfect a knowledge of human worth that they could not and would not for an instant brook in others any disregard of those claims of simple man- hood which instinct alone, and quite apart from education or social advantage, suffices thoroughly to teach. In our college presidents and professors, our judges, senators, and other dignitaries, this lack of all pre- tence, and even of self-assertion, amounted, I have 32 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. sometimes thought, to a fault. But better this, far better, when back of it lay all proper pride and per- sonal courage, than the starchy vanity and conceit of priggish Dons in other quarters of the globe. It cannot be said that the last of the five classes just given is the typical Virginian. He, indeed, must be found by combining the separate types ; but we have all seen specimens of this 'best class, few counties but contained one or more of them, and we do know that higher, nobler men never lived on earth. "No ; to me the strangest possible of mistakes is to reckon the broad-waisted, jovial, rollicking English squire as the true Virginia type. The richest and most varied growths do not come out of cold white clay, but out of dark warm mould ; and in the depths of the A r irginia character there was ever a stratum of grave thought and feeling that not seldom sank into sadness and even gloom. How could it be otherwise ? Whether he lived on the banks of the great tidal rivers, and from his porches and windows was wont to watch the trees, faint and spectral, standing on the distant points far across the waves, with here and there a tired sail wandering away into the underworld, as if nevermore to return ; or from his quiet home upon the hills of Piedmont saw, day after day from childhood, the mighty Ridge, a rampart of Cyclopean steel, thrown all athwart the sky and fading in misty fire at the portals of the setting sun ; or in the great Valley be- held himself in an earthlv Paradise, shut in between THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 33 battlements built by the gods ; or in the heart of the Alleghanies felt his young soul awed by the huge mountain forms, sphynxes as silent and much more vast than that of Egypt ; live wherever he might in Virginia, the breadth and grandeur of these aspects of nature imparted their solemnity to him. His spirit was attuned from infancy to the moaning of the pines and the sea-like murmur of the wind in the forests around him ; the desolation and barren- ness of some of his neighbors' fields, wasted by bad tillage, left their impress upon him ; insensibly his mind took the sombre coloring of these surround- ings, and, however gay he might be at times, the warp of his life was always grave. The profound sense of responsibility to his Maker added to this gravity. As husband, father, master, he felt to the full the weight of human duty. But high above them all rose his Roman sense of civic obligation. Civis Americanus sum had in his day a meaning which seems lost in these later times. That meaning never left him. He could not forget it, and what is more, he did not want to. Often the presiding magistrate of his county ; often, too, its representative in the legislature or in congress, he continued to direct its politics long after he ceased to take active part in them. His interest in public affairs abated only with his breath. In addition to the many cares that grew out of this interest were the scarcely less heavy anxieties that pressed upon him as the friend, the counsellor, the fiduciary, the referee and the arbitrator in the troubles and differ- 3 34 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. ences of opinion among his neighbors. His old escritoir or secretary was full of wills, deeds, notes of hand, and settlements of every kind. The widow and the orphan turned at once to him in all their trials. He never failed them never. His reading helped largely to increase the gravity due to all the trusts just named. The Federalist and other writings of Madison, the works of George Mason, Jefferson and Calhoun, Elliott's Debates, the Greek and especially the Roman historians, the Letters of Junius and the speeches of Burke, made up the bulk of his library, and fed his mind with thoughts of that deepest and saddest of all problems human government. If his neglect of scientific studies was, as I once held, simply shameful, it was, 1 am now willing and glad to believe, because science had not done in his day what indeed it has even now but imperfectly done found its true objective in questions of government the one paramount, under- lying and absorbing interest of the Virginian's life. His place on the border, in immediate sight of the national capital, the centre of power, would not per- mit him to forget the boding prophecies of Henry anterior to the adoption of the Constitution. In his ears rang ever the hollow murmur of that " fire-bell in the night" that affrighted the philosopher of Monticello. If jealously guarding the only charter of rights left to him as a part of an ever-weakening minority, he insisted upon strict constructions, not of the letter only, but of the spirit of the organic law, and that were a fault, it was a fault from which THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 35 there was no escape short of absolute surrender of his own liberty and that of the American people. His nice distinctions were drawn in defence of truth, of justice, of the good of the whole Union, nay, of all mankind ; and he did well to split hairs when but a hair stood between him and degradation. Could he for a moment fail to remember that the moral of the American Revolution, its sole value and excuse, was the right (supposed to have been achieved after ages of strife) of self-government, the remembrance was forced back upon him by con- tinued assaults upon his character, his property, and all he held dear, by a horde of enemies ever increas- ing in numbers and bitterness. Yet it is contended by those who, pandering to the evil spirit of the hour, are more unwilling than unable to take in the full scope of this still important argument, that in grasping at shadows the Virginian lost the substance of power, and gave up for metaphysics a prosperity he might easily have retained. I deny it utterly. Conceding for the moment that there can be last- ing prosperity without good government, I point to the map. The configuration of the American con- tinent, the northeastward trend of the Atlantic coast, and the course of the gulf stream, which still carries the steamship in the very path of the sailing vessel, were not of the Virginian's making. Climate and soil, which made manufactures a necessity in New England, made agriculture a luxury to the Virginian. Yet he tried manufactures. How exceeding wise are the sons of to-day who twit their fathers with 36 t THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. not having done this! Over and again the Vir- ginian tried them, and over again was he crushed by associated capital. Immigration, determined in part by latitude and isotherms, but rigorously by prox- imity, ease and rapidity of access, the Virginian could no more control than he could control the motions of the heavenly bodies, yet despite immigra- tion, dense population and concentrated wealth, de- spite tariffs and protective laws devised for his ruin, he and his brethren of the South at the outbreaking of the late war were richer far, man for man, than their fellows of the North. Property was more evenly distributed, crime and pauperism were almost unknown, jails were empty, poor-houses empty, beg- gars were wonders, and social elevation, large areas considered, was incomparably superior. An old song, this. Yes, but it needs repeating when a Vir- ginian declares that the Virginians of his own day lack "public spirit." Masterly as the oration at Randolph Macon undoubtedly was, and much needed as was the rebuke then administered to our over- weening self-esteem, something may be said on the other side. Indeed, the very highest proof ever given of the large and generous spirit of Virginians was the burst of applause that everywhere greeted an accusation which, coming from a son less tried and proven by fire of battle, might well have been accounted abuse and almost slander. Virginians wanting in public spirit? 'Tis a new accusation indeed. Why, the cuckoo cry of the North for half a century has been that the Virginian THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 37 devoted his. time to politics, to the utter neglect of his private afiairs. Well I know, and so does he, what manner of spirit it was that fired Virginia in 1860, but 'tis not of that he speaks. Perhaps he means that, engrossed in self-admiration, our nar- row sympathies would not permit us to love, I will not say the Yankees, but the American people. In my soul, I think the Virginian loved them better than they loved themselves; for he who truly loves liberty loves truly and to purpose all mankind. Is it public improvements that he means ? Possibly, for public spirit and running in debt hastening a premature and unstable civilization seem to be synonymous now-a-days. Well, then, I will take the forty millions, spent much against the old Virginia gentleman's will, in railroads and canals, that have brought the State to the verge of bankruptcy and repudiation, when a tithe of that sum expended, in maintenance of his faith, upon a well-devised system of county roads would have made ours the happiest and most solvent Commonwealth in the South, if not in all the land. What call you that ? Fealty to the first great principle of our American form of govern- ment the minimum of State interference and assis- tance in order to attain the maximum of individual development and endeavor that was the Virginian's conception of public spirit, and, if our system be right, it is the right conception. Aye ! but the Virginian made, slavery the touch- stone and the test in all things whatsoever, State or Federal. Truly he did, and why ? 38 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. This button here upon my cuff is valueless, whether for use or for ornament, but you shall not tear it from me and spit in my face besides; no, not if it cost me my life. And if your time be passed in the attempt to so take it, then my time and my every thought shall be spent in preventing such outrage. Let alone, the Virginian would gladly have made an end of slavery, but, strange hap ! malevolence and meddling bound it up with every interest that was dear to his heart wife, home, honor and by a sad providence it became the midmost boss, the very centre of that buckler of State rights which he held up against the worst of tyrants a sectional ma- jority. But a darker accusation yet remains. This also is a discovery made since the war. It is charged that our fathers threw away a great estate, an empire in truth, and surrendered constitutional rights of in- estimable value, not for love of our common country, for peace and brotherhood, but for what, think you? Mark it well for the sake of Federal office, and that alone ! Yes ! this is the accusation brought by Yirginians against their fathers. No Yankee brings it. I never heard it 'till a Virginian of 1876 brought it. Though I may be excused for calling in ques- tion the motive of him who imputes such motives to others of his own flesh and blood, I will not do so. I will summon history to bar, and ask her whether the Virginians who espoused New England's cause and perished amid the snows of Canada were office- seeking when they died ? And I will file in answer THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 39 to this charge a single act of our Legislature in 1867, when Virginia, impoverished and dissevered, as- sumed the entire indebtedness, principal and in- terest, of two States. Was that office-seeking ? "Was that the prompting of self-interest ? Noble folly! Magnanimous stupidity? Nay, I reckon it rather the dying murmur, the last true beat of that great Virginia heart, whose generous and unselfish pulse kept time to an exalted sense of duty. This doubtless was the weakness of the Virginia gentleman of the olden time. It was not the weak- ness of a mean or grovelling spirit, or one in imita- tion of which the world will soon destroy itself. He was not wiser, he was not more learned, he was not more successful than other men. Wherein, then, lay his strength, and what was the secret of his in- fluence over all this land ? I answer in one word character. And what is meant by character ? Courage ? Yes ; the courage of his opinions, and physical courage as well, for he had a Briton's faith in pluck. Pride of race ? In a limited sense, yes. Honesty ? The question is almost an insult. " Madam," said Judge John Robertson, when in Congress, to his wife, who asked him to frank a letter for her, " Madam, I am not a thief !" Love of truth ? Yes; undying love of it. And more what more? A certain inherited something in the blood and bodily fibre that fused all these qualities and lifted them as a steady concentrated light in a Pharos, so that the simple look of the man, the poise of his 40 THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. head, his very gait, betrayed the elevation of his nature. Therein lay his strength, before which wiser men, as the world runs, and far wealthier men bowed almost in homage. Character character, fixed upon the immutable basis of honor, and a love of liberty unquenchable that was the source of his power, and the whole of it. From the pale, defeated lips of Virginians, weak- ened by poverty, comes the sneer (we hear it too often now-a-days), " Can honor set a leg ?" No, truly ; but dishonor can damn to everlasting infamy a human soul. But whatever its source, character, or what you will, the greatness of the Yirginian in times past cannot be gainsaid ; it is everywhere conceded. And yet this mediocre age, which sneers at honor, natu- rally enough decries greatness. Decries ? yea, denies its very existence. " The individual withers, and the world is more and more." So much the worse for the world, were it true. They who looked Lee and Jackson in the face, and fought under them ; they who have seen Bismarck and King William make Germany in the very teeth of its hostile Reichstag, believe it. How passing strange ! String cyphers till the crack of doom, they count nothing. Cut out of the world's book the pages made lustrous by the words and deeds of great men, and the rest is blank. Myriads living in Africa for unnumbered centuries have left no sign. But look at Greece ; at only one of its States. Galton, in his able work on Hereditary Genius, calls attention to the " magnificent breed of THE OLD VIRGINIA GENTLEMAN. 41 human animals " reared in a single century in Attica, ^enumerates fourteen of the greatest of them, and says,