■^^ -.^v ORDS OF THE COLUMBIA HISTORICAL SOCIETY Volume 2, pages 1-13 THE LIFE AND LABORS OF PETER FORCE, Mayor of Washington BY ALNSVVORTH R. SPOFFORD WASHINGTON PUBLISHED BY THE SOCIETY May, 1898 P^ r r o 1(^936 From iihotograjili b.v Alexander GarJucr about i'-i'iii PETER FORCE BORN 1790. NOVEMBER 26 — DIED 1»68. JANUARY 23 RECORDS OF THE COLUMBIA HISTORICAL SOCIETY VOLUME 2, pages 1-13 MAY 20, 1898 THE LIFE AND LABORS OF PETER FORCE, MAYOR OF WASHINGTON 7!Y AiNSWORTH R. Spofford [Read before the Societ}^ June S, I'^n?] " The world knows nothing of its greatest men," sang the poet of Philip Van Artevelde, sixty years ago ; and in these days of cheap reputations we may truthfully reecho the sen- timent. The life of such a man as Peter Force, who died in Washington at the ripe old age of seventy-seven years, was worth more to American letters and to human history than that of almost any forty of the generals and other notables, whose names are blazoned on the scroll of fame. Yet he was suffered to pass away with a brief "obituary notice" in the corners of the newspapers, while the names of ignorant and presumptuous nobodies, whom some accident had elevated into notoriety, filled the public eye. But notoriety is not true fame, and the appeal continually lies from the days to the years, and from the years to the centuries ; and in the high court of the centuries, where all the errors of the courts below are reversed, the cause of those " unaccredited heroes " and unobtrusive workers, like Peter Force, who raise no ripple on the sea of current history, Avill be adjudged, and they will be elevated to a place in the temple of fame as lofty and illus- 1— Rec. Col. Hist. Soc. (I) 2 llccorcU of the Columbia Historical Society trions as the iVuits of tlieir nn])rotena\'or to |)ictnre our departed friend, who lived to l>c the woi'tliy mentor ol' more than a generation of his- torical students. As a printer be was devoted to bis art, and many volumes or [)am})blets remain to ns bearing the im- print of Peter I'oi-ee, or of Davis & Force, the former bis accompbshed })artner in the noble art preservative of all other arts. After he ceased to print, and grew to be a devotee to the single aim of historical inqniry, bo became more of a recluse than in earlier years. He saw no company save a few chosen friends, and alike to curiosity-lmnters and to an- tograph fiends he turnecl a justly deaf ear. It was my good fortune in tliose closing years to sec bim daily, and in bis company to go through all the more precions stores of liis vast collection. At eight o'clock each morning I found him always immersed in work, collating or writing amid heaps of bistoi'lcal lore — Books to the risht of him, Books to the lol't ol' liiin, Books lichiiiil him Vollcycil ami tiiml)|i'i|. No luxurious library appointments, no gla/cd book-cases of walnut or mahogany, no easy chairs inviting to soft repose or slumber were there; but only plain, rough })ine shelves and [)ine tables, heaped and piled with books, pamphlets, and journals, which overllowed seven spacious rooms and littered the tloors. Among them uiovimI familiarly two or more cats and a favorite old dog, for the lonely scholar was fond of pets, as be always was of children. He bad near bits of I) read or broken meat or a saucer of milk to feed bis favorites in the intervals of his work. Clad in a loose Avoolen wra])per or dressing-gown, the sage looked u[i IVom his books with a 8 A. R. Spofford — The Life and Labors of Peter Force 9 placid smile of greeting, for (like that of many men of leonine and somber aspect) his smile was of singnlar sweetness. As we went through the various treasures of tlie collection, en- abling me to make the needful notes for m}^ report to Con- gress, he had frequent incidents to tell — how he had picked up man}'- a gem on neglected and dust-laden shelves or from street book-stalls; how he had competed at auction for a coveted volume and borne it away in triumph ; how he had by mere accident completed an imperfect coj^y of.Stith's Vir- ginia by finding in a heap of printed rubbish a missing signa- ture, and how precious old pamphlets and early newspapers had been fished by him out of chests and barrels in the gar- rets of Virginia and Maryland. In the rear of his work-room was a little garden(now all built over by the brick edifice erected for the Washington Post by Stilson Hutchins) in which he had planted trees, then grown to stately size, interspersed with grass and rose bushes and box and tangled shrubbery. This green retreat or thicket he called liis " wilderness," and here he took delight in walking when resting from his sedentary work. His manners were gravely courteous and simple, his conversation deliberate rather than fluent, his tones modu- lated and low. His talk was often enlivened by an under- current of genial humor. AVithout egotism or pretension, he was ever ready to impart to inquirers from his full stores of wisdom and experience, while cherishing a wholesome horror of pretenders and of bores. So hospitable was his intellectual attitude that what a simple Scottish swain said of Sir Walter Scott might well be applied to him : " He always talks to me as if I was equal to him — and to think tJiot of a mon that has such an awful knowledge o' history ! " In his physical aspect Peter Force was a man of marked and impressive personality. Of stalwart build, his massive head covered to the last with a profusion of curling hair, his erect bearing, keen vision, and dignity of port impressed the most casual beholder. Once seen, he was not one to be for- gotten, for the personal impress was that of a man cast in a heroic mould. Addicted to study as he was and living a 2— Reo. Col. Hist. Soo. 9 10 Records of the Columbia Iii.'