See how he once more sets aside his personal preferences for a quiet country life, and risks his already secure popularity, together with his reputation for consistency, by obeying the voice which calls him to be a candidate for the Presidency.  See how he chooses for the cabinet and for the Supreme Court, not an exclusive group of personal friends, but men who can be trusted to serve the great cause of Union with fidelity and power—­Jefferson, Randolph, Hamilton, Knox, John Jay, Wilson, Cushing, Rutledge.  See how patiently and indomitably he gives himself to the toil of office, deriving from his exalted station no gain “beyond the lustre which may be reflected from its connection with a power of promoting human felicity.”  See how he retires, at last, to the longed-for joys of private life, confessing that his career has not been without errors of judgment, beseeching the Almighty that they may bring no harm to his country, and asking no other reward for his labors than to partake, “in the midst of my fellow-citizens, the benign influence of good laws under a free government, the ever favorite object of my heart.”

Oh, sweet and stately words, revealing, through their calm reserve, the inmost secret of a life that did not flare with transient enthusiasm but glowed with unquenchable devotion to a cause!  “The ever favorite object of my heart”—­how quietly, how simply he discloses the source and origin of a sublime consecration, a lifelong heroism!  Thus speaks the victor in calm retrospect of the long battle.  But if you would know the depth and the intensity of the divine fire that burned within his breast you must go back to the dark and icy days of Valley Forge, and hear him cry in passion unrestrained:  “If I know my own mind, I could offer myself a living sacrifice to the butchering enemy, provided that would contribute to the people’s ease.  I would be a living offering to the savage fury and die by inches to save the people.”

“The ever favorite object of my heart!” I strike this note again and again, insisting upon it, harping upon it; for it is the key-note of the music.  It is the capacity to find such an object in the success of the people’s cause, to follow it unselfishly, to serve it loyally, that distinguishes the men who stood with Washington and who deserve to share his fame.  I read the annals of the Revolution, and I find everywhere this secret and searching test dividing the strong from the weak, the noble from the base, the heirs of glory from the captives of oblivion and the inheritors of shame.  It was the unwillingness to sink and forget self in the service of something greater that made the failures and wrecks of those tempestuous times, through which the single-hearted and the devoted pressed on to victory and honor.