Theodore Roosevelt thought that Americans were not so soft that they were afraid to hear the truth, and that it was a poor sort of American who dared not point out to his fellow-countrymen the mistakes they had made and the disasters which followed.  It did not seem patriotic to him to dodge the fact that lack of wisdom at Washington had let our Army run down before the war, so that our attempts to invade Canada were failures, and that we suffered the disgrace of having Washington itself captured and burned by the enemy.

There was a great deal to be proud of in what our Navy did, and in the Army’s victory in the Battle of New Orleans, and these things Roosevelt described with the pride of every good American.  But he had no use for the old-fashioned kind of history, which pretends that all the bravery is on one side.  He did his best to get at the truth, and he knew that the English and Canadians had fought bravely and well, and so he said just that.  Where our troops or our ships failed it was not through lack of courage, but because they were badly led, and what was worse, since it was so unnecessary, because the Government at Washington had lost the battle in advance by neglecting to prepare.

Before he was twenty-four, Roosevelt was so well-informed in the history of this period that he was later asked to write the chapter dealing with the War of 1812 in a history of the British Navy.

At his graduation from Harvard he stood twenty-second in a class of one hundred and seventy.  This caused him to be elected to the Phi Beta Kappa, the society of scholars.  Before he graduated he became engaged to be married to Miss Alice Lee of Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts.

He told his friend, Mr. Thayer, what he was going to do after graduation.

“I am going to try to help the cause of better government in New York City,” he said.  And he added: 

“I don’t know exactly how.”

CHAPTER III

IN POLITICS

When he graduated from college Roosevelt was no longer in poor health.  His boxing and exercise in the gymnasium, and still more his outdoor expeditions, and hunting trips in Maine, had made a well man of him.  He was yet to achieve strength and muscle, and his life in the West was to give him the chance to do that.

His father died while he was in college and he was left, not rich, but so well off that he might have lived merely amusing himself.  He might have spent his days in playing polo, hunting and collecting specimens of animals.  What he did during his life, in adding to men’s knowledge of the habits of animals, would have gained him an honorable place in the history of American science, if he had done nothing else.  So with his writing of books.  He earned the respect of literary men, and left a longer list of books to his credit than do most authors, and on a greater variety of subjects.  But he was to do other and still more important work than either of these things.