It was voted upon and passed.

Then the Assembly adjourned, having dispatched a copy of the resolutions to Lord Boutetourt, the newly appointed Governor who had just arrived from London.

Next day, the Governor’s secretary appeared when the Assembly convened, and repeated the following formula:  “The Governor commands the House to attend His Excellency in the Council-Chamber.”  The members marched to the Council-Chamber and stood around the throne waiting the pleasure of His Lordship.  He made a speech which I will quote entire.  “Mr. Speaker and Gentlemen of the House of Burgesses:  I have heard your resolves, and augur ill of their effect.  You have made it my duty to dissolve you, and you are dissolved accordingly.”

And that was the end of Jefferson’s first term in office—­the reward for all the hand-shaking, all the caressing, all the treating!

The members looked at one another, but no one said anything, because there was nothing to say.  The secretary made an impatient gesture with his hand to the effect that they should disperse, and they did.

Just how these legally elected representatives and now legally common citizens took their rebuff we do not know.

Did Washington forget his usual poise and break out into one of those swearing fits where everybody wisely made way?  And how did Richard Henry Lee like it, and George Wythe, and the Randolphs?  Did Patrick Henry wax eloquent that afternoon in a barroom, and did Jefferson do more than smile grimly, biding his time?

Massachusetts kept a complete history of her political heresies, but Virginia chased foxes and left the refinements of literature to dilettantes.  But this much we know:  Those country gentlemen did not go off peaceably and quietly to race horses or play cards.  The slap in the face from the gloved hand of Lord Boutetourt awoke every boozy sense of security and gave vitality to all fanatical messages sent by Samuel Adams.  Washington, we are told, spoke of it as a bit of upstart authority on the part of the new Governor; but Jefferson with true prophetic vision saw the end.

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One of the leading lawyers at Williamsburg, against whom Jefferson was often pitted, was John Wayles.  I need not explain that lawyers hotly opposed to each other in a trial are not necessarily enemies.  The way in which Jefferson conducted his cases pleased the veteran Wayles, and he invited Jefferson to visit him at his fine estate, called “The Forest,” a few miles out from Williamsburg.  Now, in the family of Mr. Wayles dwelt his widowed daughter, the beautiful Martha Skelton, gracious and rich as Jefferson in worldly goods.  She played the spinet with great feeling, and the spinet and the violin go very well together.  So, together, Thomas and Martha played, and sometimes a bit of discord crept in, for Thomas was absent-minded and, in the business of watching the widow’s fingers touch the keys, played flat.