Franklin Knight Lane was born on July 15, 1864, on his father’s farm near Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada, the eldest of four children, all born within a few years.  The low, white farmhouse that is his birthplace still stands pleasantly surrounded by tall trees, and at one side a huge, thirty-foot hedge of hawthorn blooms each spring.  His father, Christopher S. Lane, was at the time of his son’s birth a preacher.  Later, when his voice was affected by recurrent bronchitis, he became a dentist.  Lane speaks of him several times in his letters as a Presbyterian, and alludes to the strict orthodoxy of his father’s faith, especially in regard to an active and personal devil.

In 1917, when in the Cabinet, during President Wilson’s second term of office, Lane wrote to his brother, “To-night we give a dinner to the Canadians, Sir George Foster, the acting Premier, and Sir Joseph Polk, the Under-Secretary of External Affairs, who, by the way, was born in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, and says that he heard our father preach.”

But it was from his mother, whose maiden name was Caroline Burns, and who was of direct Scotch ancestry, that Franklin Lane drew most of his physical and many of his mental traits.  From her he derived the firmly-modeled structure of his face; the watchful Scotch eyes; a fine white skin, that weathered to an even brown, later in life; remarkably sound teeth, large and regular, giving firm support to the round contour of the face; and the fresh line of his lips, that was a marked family trait.  A description of him, when he was candidate for Governor of California, at thirty-eight, was written by Grant Wallace.  Cleared of some of the hot sweetness of a campaign rhapsody it reads:—­

“Picture a man a little above the average height ... with the deep chest and deep voice that always go with the born leader of men; the bigness and strength of the hands ... the clear eye and broad, firm, and expressive mouth, and the massive head that suggests irresistibly a combination of Napoleon and Ingersoll.”

These two resemblances, to Napoleon and to Robert Ingersoll, were frequently rediscovered by others, in later years.

The description concludes by saying, “That Lane is a man of earnestness and vigorous action is shown in ... every movement.  You sit down to chat with him in his office.  As he grows interested in the subject, he kicks his chair back, thrusts his hands way to the elbows in his trouser pockets and strides up and down the room.  With deepening interest he speaks more rapidly and forcibly, and charges back and forth across the carpet with the heavy tread of a grenadier.”  As an older man this impetuosity was somewhat modified.  What an early interviewer called his “frank man-to-manness” became a manner of grave and cordial concentration.  With the warm, full grasp of his hand in greeting, he gave his complete attention to the man before him.  That, and his rich, strong laugh of pleasure, and the varied play of his moods of earnestness, gayety, and challenge, are what men remember best.