authorities were adequate enough till they were confronted
with General Bonaparte and the new order of things.
If a great man struggling with the storms of fate
be the sublimest spectacle, a mediocre man in the
same position is surely the most pitiful. Deserted
by his presence of mind, which, indeed, had never
been anything but an absence of danger,—baffled
by the inapplicability of his habitual principles of
conduct, (if that may be called a principle, which,
like the act of walking, is merely an unconscious
application of the laws of gravity,) —helpless,
irresolute, incapable of conceiving the flower Safety
in the nettle Danger, much more of plucking it thence,—surely
here, if anywhere, is an object of compassion.
When such a one is a despot who has wrought his own
destruction by obstinacy in a traditional evil policy,
like Francis II. of Naples, our commiseration is outweighed
by satisfaction that the ruin of the man is the safety
of the state. But when the victim is a so-called
statesman, who has malversated the highest trusts
for selfish ends, who has abused constitutional forms
to the destruction of the spirit that gave them life
and validity, who could see nothing nobler in the
tenure of high office than the means it seemed to
offer of prolonging it, who knows no art to conjure
the spirit of anarchy he has evoked but the shifts
and evasions of a second-rate attorney, and who has
contrived to involve his country in the confusion
of principle and vacillation of judgment which have
left him without a party and without a friend,—for
such a man we have no feeling but contemptuous reprobation.
Pan-urge in danger of shipwreck is but a faint type
of Mr. Buchanan in face of the present crisis; and
that poor fellow’s craven abjuration of his
“
former friend,” Friar John, is
magnanimity itself, compared with his almost-ex-Excellency’s
treatment of the Free States in his last Message to
Congress. There are times when mediocrity is
a dangerous quality, and a man may drown himself as
effectually in milk-and-water as in Malmsey.
The question, whether we are a Government or an Indian
Council, we do not propose to discuss here; whether
there be a right of secession tempered by a right
of coercion, like a despotism by assassination, and
whether it be expedient to put the latter in practice,
we shall not consider: for it is not always the
part of wisdom to attempt a settlement of what the
progress of events will soon settle for us. Mr.
Buchanan seems to have no opinion, or, if he has one,
it is a halting between two, a bat-like cross of sparrow
and mouse that gives timidity its choice between flight
and skulking. Nothing shocks our sense of the
fitness of things more than a fine occasion to which
the man is wanting. Fate gets her hook ready,
but the eye is not there to clinch with it, and so
all goes at loose ends. Mr. Buchanan had one more
chance offered him of showing himself a common-place
man, and he has done it full justice. Even if
they could have done nothing for the country, a few
manly sentences might have made a pleasing exception
in his political history, and rescued for him the
fag-end of a reputation.