DDD13Sa4fc.31 • ass £ f-k3 liOOK :3:26C<^ ORATION ON THE LIFE AND CHARACTER HENRY WINTER DAYIS BY HON. JOHN A. J. CRESWELL. Delivered in the Hall of the House of Ecpresentatives, Fehruary 22, 1866. WASHINGTOX: GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE. 1866. m AUG 6 1908 PREFACE. The death of Hon. Hekuy Winter Davis, for many years a distinguished Representative of one of the Baltimore congressional districts, created a deep sensation among those who had been associated with him in national legis- lation, and they deemed it fitting to pay to his memory unusual honors. They adopted resolutions expressive of their grief, and inviti.'d Hon. John A. J. Creswell, a Senator of the United States from the State of Maryland, to deliver an oration on his life and character, in the haU of the House of Eepresentatives, on the 22d of February, a day the recurrence of which ever gives increased warmth to patriotic emotions. The hall of the House was filled by a distinguished audience to listen to the oration. Before eleven o'clock the galleries were crowded in every part. The flags above the Speaker's desk were draped in black, and other insignia of mourning were exhibited. An excellent portrait of the late Hon. Henry Winter Davis was visible through the folds of the national banner above the Speaker's chair. As on the occasion of the oration on President Lincoln by Hon. George Bancroft, the Marine baud occupied the ante-room of the reporters' gallery, and discoursed appropriate music. At twelve o'clock the senators entered, and the judges of the Supreme Court, preceded by Chief Justice Chase. Of the Cabinet Secretary Stanton and Sec- retary McCulloch were present. After prayer by the chaplain, the Declaration of Independence was read by Hon. Edavaru McPherson, Clerk of the House. After the reading of the Declaration, followed by the playing of a dirge by the band, Hon. Schuyler Colfax, Speaker of the House of Kcpre- scntatives, introduced the orator of the day, Hon. J. A. J. Creswell. IgliaaBiiiigiaaiaiiiBiiiliiariiiMMiliiilnaa^^^^ ^- :..^-::;^^^:;..;.;.^.-..i_^-.(^ R E ]M A R K S OF HON, SCHUYLER COLFAX, SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES. Hon. Schuyler Colfax, Speakerof the House of Representatives, said : Ladies and Gentlemen: The duty lias been devolved upon mc of introducing to you the friend and fellow-member, here, of Henry "Winter Davis, and I shall detain you but a moment from his address, to which you will listen with saddened interest. The world always appreciates and honors courage : the courage of Christianity, which sustained inartys in the amphitheatre, at the stake, and on the rack ; the courage of Patriotism, which inspired milHons in our own land to realize the historic fable of Curtius, and to fill up witli their own bodies, if need be, the yawning chasm which imperiled the republic; the courage of Humanity, which is witnessed in the pest-house and the hospital, at the death-bed of the homeless and the prison-cell of the convict. But there is a courage of Statesmen, besides ; and nobly was it illustrated by the statesman whose national services we commemorate to-day. Inflexibly hostile to oppression, whether of slaves on American soil or of republicans struggling in jMexico against monarchical invasion, faithful always to principle and liberty, championing always the cause of the down- trodden, fearless as he was eloquent in his avowals, he was mourned throughout a continent; and from the Patapsco to the Gulf the blessings of those who had been ready to perish followed him to his tomb. It is fitting, therefore, though dying a private citizen, that the nation should render him such marked and unusual honors in this hall, the scene of so many of his intellectual triumphs ; and I have great pleasure in introducing to you, as the orator of the day, Hon. J. A. J. Creswell, his colleague in the thirty-eighth Congress, and now Senator from the State of Maryland. lel - —-—-gggBBSBSBSIiilBIB ,, , . . . ,,.^^. ^ ^^^-,^.,^-.^-,^^.^ W) ORATION OF nON. JOHN A. J. CRESWELL. My Countrymen: On tlie 22d day of February, 1732, God gave to the world the highest tj'pe of humanity, in the person of George Washington. Combining within himself the better qualities of the soldier, sage, states- man, and patriot, alike brave, wise, discreet, and incor- ru|)til)le, the common consent of mankind has awarded him the incomparable title of Father of his Country. Among all nations and in every clime the richest treasures of language have been exhausted in the effort to transmit to posterity a faithful record of his deeds. For him unfading laurels are secure, so long as letters shall survive and history shall continue to be the guide and teacher of civilized men. The whole human race has become the self-appointed guardian of his fame, and the name of Washington will l^e ever held, over all the earth, to be synonymous \\'ith the highest perfection attainable in public or private life, and coeternal with that immortal love to which reason and revelation have together toiled to elevate human aspirations — the love of liberty, restrained and guarded by law. But in the presence of the Onmipotcnt how insignifi- cant is the proudest and the noblest of men! Even Washington, who alone of his kind could fill that com- prehensive epitome of General Henry Lee, so often on our lips, "First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen," was allowed no exemption from the common lot of mortals. In the sixty-eighth year of his age he, too, paid the debt of nature. The dread announcement of his demise sped over the land like a pestilence, burdening the very air with mourning, and carrying inexpressible sorrow to every household and every heart. The course of legislation was stopped in mid career to give expression to the grief of Congress, and by resolution, approved January 6, 1800, the 22d of February of that year was devoted to national humiliation and lamentation. This is, then, as well a day of sorrow as a day of rejoicing. More recent calamities also remind us that death is universal king. Just ten days ago our great historian pronounced in this hall an impartial judgment upon the earthly career of him who, as savior of his country, will be counted as the compeer of Washington. Scarce have the orator's lingering tones been mellowed into silence, scarce has the glowing page whereon his words were traced lost the impress of his passing hand, yet we are again called into the presence of the Inexorable to crown one more illustrious victim with sacrificial flowers. Having taken up his lifeless body, as beautiful as the dead Absalom, and laid it in the tomb with be- coming solemnity, we have assembled in the sight of the world to do deserved honor to the name and mem- ory of Henry Winter Davis, a native of Annapolis, in the State of Maryland, l)ut always proudly claiming to be no less than a citizen of the United States of America. We have not convened in obedience to any formal custom, requiring us to assume an empty show of be- reavement, in order that we may appear respectful to the departed. We who knew Henry Winter Davis are not content to clothe ourselves in the outward garb of grief, and call the semblance of mourning a fitting tribute to the gifted orator and statesman, so suddenly snatched from our midst in the full glory of his mental and bodily strength. We would do more than "bear about the mockery of woe." Prompted by a genuine affection, we desire to ignore all idle and merely con- ventional ceremonies, and permit our stricken hearts to speak their spontaneous sorrow. Here, then, where he sat for eight years as a Repre- sentative of the people; where friends have troojied about him, and admiring crowds have paid homage to his genius; where grave legislators have yielded them- selves willing captives to his eloquence, and his wise counsel has moulded, in no small degree, the law of a great nation, let us, in dealing with what he has left us, verify the saying of Bacon, "Death openeth the good fame and extink regions of the rebellion. It is only by the earnest and abiding resolution of the people that, whatever shall be our fate, it shall be grand as the American nation, worthy of that Republic which first trod the path of empire and made no peace but under the banners of victory, that the American people will survive in history. And that will save us. We shall succeed, and not fail. I have an abiding confidence in the firmness, the patience, the endurance of the Ameri- « can people; and, having vowed to stand in history on the great resolve to accept of nothing but victory or ruin, victory is ours. And if with such heroic resolve we fall, we fall with honor, and transmit the name of liberty, committed to our keeping, untarnished, to go down to future generations. The historian of our decline and fall, contemplating the ruins of the last great Republic, and drawing from its fate lessons of wisdom on the waywardness of men, shall drop a tear as he records with sorrow the vain heroism of that people who dedicated and sacrificed themselves to the cause of freedom, and by their example will keep alive her worship in the hearts of men till happier generations shall learn to walk in her paths. Yes, sir, if we must fall, let our last hours be stained by no weakness. If we must fall, let us stand amid the crash of the falling Republic and be buried in its ruins, so that history may take note that men lived in the middle of the nineteenth century worthy of a better fate, but chastised by God for the sins of their forefathers. Let the ruins of the Republic remain to testify to the latest generations our greatness and our heroism. And let Liberty, crownless and childless, sit upon these ruins, crying aloud in a sad wail to the nations of the world, ' 1 nursed and brought up children and they have rebelled against me. Mr. Davis's most striking characteristics were liis de- votion to principle and his indomitable courage. There never was a moment when he could l3e truthfidly charged with trimming or insincerity. His views were always clearly avowed and fearlessly maintained. He hated slavery, and he did not attempt to conceal it. He remembered the lessons of his youth, and his heart rebelled against the injustice of the system. His antip- athy was deeply grounded in his convictions, and he could not be dissuaded, nor frightened, nor diiven from expressing it. He was not a great captain, nor a mighty ruler; he was only one of the people, but, nevertheless, a hero. \ \ Born under the flag of a nation which claimed for its cardinal principle of government, that all men are created free, yet held in abject slavery four millions of human beings ; which erected altars to the living God, yet denied to creatures, formed in the image of God and charged with the custody of immortal souls, the common rights of humanity; he declared that the hateful inconsistency should cease to defile the prayers of Christians and stultify the advocates of freedom. No dreamer was he, no mere theorist, but a worker, and a strong one, who did well the work committed to him. He entered upon his self-imposed task when surrounded by slaves and slave-owners. He stood face to face with, the iniquitous superstition, and to their teeth defied its w^orshipers. To make proselytes he had to conquer prejudices, correct traditions, elevate duty above interest, and induce men who had been the propagandists of slavery to become its destroyers. Think you his work was easy? Count the long years of his unequal strife; gather from the winds, which scattered them, the curses of his foes ; suffer under all the annoyances and in-sults which malice and falsehood can invent, and you will then understand how much of heart and hope, of courage and self-relying zeal, were required to make him what he was, and to qualify him to do what he did. And what did he ? When the rough hand of war had stripped off the pretexts w^hicli enveloped the rebellion, and it became evident that slavery had struck at the life of the Republic, unmind- ful of consequences to himself, he, among the first, arraigned the real traitor and demanded the penalty of (Iciill). 'I'll!' (It'iiiiiiciiitioiis fliat fell upon liim like a cloud u r;i]»|)((l liiiii in a iiiaiilk' ot" honor, and mom Initlitully than llu' LTicat lioiiiaii orator ho could have cxclaiiiH'd, " Ei^o hoc (tninio scDiju'rlui, lit invnUdm I irtiite parlain, gloruim von invidicnn putare?ny This man, so stern and inflcxihlc in the execution of ;i purpose, so riirorous in his demands of other men in heliidf of a principle, so ijidillercnt to [)referment and all hase objects of pursuit, had a iiionitor to whom he always iravc an open ear and a prompt assent. It was no demon like that whicdi attended Socrates, no witch like that invoked hy Saul, no liend like that to which I'^aust resi<;ned himself A vision of light and lite and heauty fhtted ever palpahly before him. and wooed him to the perpetual service of the good and true The nu'iiiory ot" a j)ious and bcdoved mother permeated his u hole moral l)einL^ and kept warm within him the ten- dcrest alfection. Jlear liow he wrote ol" her: '• My inittlicr was ;i lady of graccl'ul and simple manners, fair coiu|tKxii)n, Idui- vy^'^, and aulturn liair. with a rich and exquisite voice, that still thrill.s my memory with the echo of its vanished music. She was highly educated for her day. wlitu Annapolis was the focu.s of intellect and fashion for .Mar\ land, and its fruits shone through her conversation, and colored and comi)leted lier natural eloquencr, which my father used to say would have made her an 1 rator, if it iiad not heen thrown away on a woman. She was the incarnatiun of all that is I'hristi.iu in life and hope, in charity and thought, ready for every good work, herself the example of all she taught." It was the force of lier precept and example that tunned the man, and supplied him with his shield and buckler. His private life was spotles.s. His habits were regular and abstemious, and his practice in close conformity with the Episcopal church, of which he was a member. He invariably attended divine service on Sunday, and confined himself for the remainder of the day to a course of religious reading. If from his father he drew a courage and a fierce determination before which his enemies fled in confusion, from his mother he inhei'ited those milder qualities that won for him friends as true and devoted as man ever possessed. Some have said he was hard and dictatorial. They had seen him only when a high resolve had fired his breast, and w^hen the gleam of battle had lighted his countenance. His friends saw deeper, and knew that beneath the exterior he assumed in his struggles with the world there beat a heart as pure and unsullied, as confiding and as gentle, as ever sanctified the domestic circle, or made loved ones happy. His heart reminded me of a spring among the hills of the Susquehanna, to which I often resorted in my youth ; aronnd a part of it we boys had built a stone wall to protect it from out- rage, while on the side next home we left open a path, easily traveled by familiar feet, and leading straight to the sweet and perennial waters within. He lived to hear the salvos that announced, after more than two centuries of bondage, the redemption of his native State. He lived to vote for that grand act of enfranchisement that wiped from the escutcheon of the nation the leprous stain of slavery, and to know that the Constitution of the United States no longer recognized and protected property in man He lived to witness the triumph of his country in its desperate struggle miM witli treason, ami 1o behold all its enemies, either wan- derers, like Cain, over the earth, or siii)})liants ii)r mercy at licr feet. II(> lived to catch the first glimpse of the CDniini; irlory ollliat new era of progress that matchless valor iiad won through the blood and carnage of a thou- sand battle-fields. lie lived, through all the storm of war, to see, at last, America rejuvenated, rescued from the grasp of despotism, and rise victorious, with her garments purified and her brow radiant with the un- sullied light of liberty. He lived to greet the return of •' meek-eyed peace," and then he gently laid his head upon her bosom, and breathed out there his noble spirit. The sword may rust in its scabbard, and so let it; but free men, with free thought and free speech, will wage unceasing war until truth shall be enthroned and sit emi)ress of the world. AVould to God that he had l»een spared to complete a life of three score and ten years, tor the sake of his country and posterity. When 1 think nf tlie good he would have accomplished had he survived for twenty years, I can say, in the language ol" Fislier Ames, '* My heart, penetrated with the remem- brance nf tiie man, grows liquid as 1 speak, and I could pdur it out like water." At the portals ot" his toml) we may l)id farewell to the faithful Christian, in the full assurance that a blessed lite awjiits him beyond the grave. Serenely and trust- lullv he has passed from our siijht and <;one down into • I O O the dark waters. "So .-^iiiks tlic (lay-gitar in the oceau bed. And yt't anon ivpair-s his drooping head, And trick.>» hi;* hfams, and with now-.«pangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky." •&. From this hall, where as scholar, statesman, and orator he shone so brightly, he has disappeared forever. Never again will he, answ^ering to the roU-eall from this desk, respond for his country and the rights of man. No more shall we hear his fervid eloquence in the day of imminent peril, invoking us, who hold the mighty power of peace' and war, to dedicate ourselves, if need be, to the sword, but to accept no end of the conflict save that of absolute triumph for our country. He has gone to answer the great roll-call above, where the " brazen throat of war" is voiceless in the presence of the Prince of Peace. Let us habitually turn to his recorded words, and gather wisdom as from the testa- ment of a departed sage ; and since we were witnesses of his tireless devotion to the cause of human freedom, let us direct that on the monument which loving hearts and willing hands will soon erect over his remains, there shall be deeply engraved the figure of a bursthig shackle, as. the emblem of the faith in w^iich he lived and died. For the Christian, scholar, statesman, and orator, all good men are mourners ; but what shall I say of that grief which none can share — the grief of sincere friend- ship I Oh, my friend ! comforted by the belief that you, while living, deemed me worthy to be your companion, and loaded me with the proofs of your esteem, I shall fondly treasure, during my remaining years, the recol- lection of your smile and counsel. Lost to me is the strong arm whereon I have so often leaned ; but in that path which in time past we trod most joyfully together, I shall continue, as God shall give me to see my duty, r OF HKNKY WINTtlt DAVIS. 43 with unfaltcrinjjf thoiiirli pcrhajjs with unskilful steps, riglit onward to the enil. A(linirin«^ his brilliant intellect and varied aecjuire- nients, his invincible courage and unswerving fortitude, j glorying in his good works and fair renown, but, more than all. loving (he man, I shall endeavor to assuage the bitterness of grief by ai)plying to him those words of , proud, though tearful, satisfaction, from which the faith- ful Tacitus drew consolation tor th(^ loss of that nobh; Konian whom he delighted to honor: " Quidquid ox Agricola amavimus, quidquid mirati sumu3, manot maiiriiiniuKpiu t.;»t, iu auimid bomiuum, iu iftcrnitate tcmponiru, faiua nrum."