who directed the Administration party were no match
as tacticians for such file-leaders as Jefferson and
Burr. Many of their pet measures were ill-judged,
to say the least. The provisional army furnished
a fertile theme for fierce declamation. The black
cockade became the badge of the supporters of government,
so that in the streets one could tell at a glance whether
friend or foe was approaching. The Alien and Sedition
Laws caused much bitter feeling and did great damage
to the Federalists. To read these acts and the
trials under them now excites somewhat of the feeling
with which we look upon some strange and clumsy engine
of torture in a mediaeval museum. How the temper
of this people and their endurance of legal inflictions
have changed since then! There was Matthew Lyon,
a noted Democrat of Irish origin, who had published
a letter charging the President with “ridiculous
pomp, idle parade, and selfish avarice.”
He was found guilty of sedition, and sentenced to
four months’ imprisonment and a fine of one
thousand dollars. There was Cooper, an Englishman,
who fared equally ill for saying or writing that the
President did not possess sufficient capacity to fulfil
the duties of his office. What should we think
of the sanity of James Buchanan, should he prosecute
and obtain a conviction against some Black-Republican
Luther Baldwin of 1859, for wishing that the wad of
a cannon, fired in his honor, might strike an unmentionable
part of his august person? What should we say,
if Horace Greeley were to be arrested on a warrant
issued by the Supreme Court of New York for a libel
on Louis Napoleon, as was William Cobbett by Judge
McKean of Pennsylvania for a libel on the King of Spain?
Fiercer and more bitter waxed party-discord, and both
sides did ample injustice to one another. Mr.
Jefferson wrote, that men who had been intimate all
their lives would cross the street and look the other
way, lest they should be obliged to touch their hats.
And Gouverneur Morris gives us a capital idea of the
state of feeling when he says that a looker-on, who
took no part in affairs, felt like a sober man at a
dinner when the rest of the company were drunk.
Civil war was often talked of, and the threat of secession,
which has become the rhetorical staple of the South,
produced solely for exportation to the North, to be
used there in manufacturing pro-slavery votes out of
the timidity of men of large means and little courage
or perspicacity, was then freely made by both divisions
of the Union. Had we been of French or Spanish
descent, there would have been barricades, coup-d’etats,
pronunciamentos; but the English race know better
how to treat the body-politic. They never apply
the knife except for the most desperate operations.
But where hard words were so plenty, blows could not
fail. Duels were frequent, cudgellings not uncommon,—although
as yet the Senate-Chamber had not been selected as
the fittest scene for the use of the bludgeon.
It is true that molasses-and-water was the beverage
allowed by Congress in those simple times, and that
charged to stationery.