Friday, November 6, 2026

Review: Boutwell

Boutwell: Radical Republican and Champion of Democracy

By Jeffrey Boutwell

George Sewall Boutwell is one of those historical figures whose name I recognized but whose accomplishments I never fully appreciated. I knew of his association with Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses S. Grant, and the Radical Republicans, but I had never taken the time to explore the remarkable breadth of his public career. After reading Jeffrey Boutwell's Boutwell: Radical Republican and Champion of Democracy, I came away wondering how a man who contributed so much to American history could have become so largely overlooked. He may well be the greatest man I never knew.

George Boutwell's career was extraordinary. Rising from modest beginnings in Massachusetts, he became the state's youngest governor, helped organize the Republican Party, and supported Lincoln's presidential candidacy in 1860. During the Civil War, he became the nation's first Commissioner of Internal Revenue, helping establish a federal agency essential to financing the war. Later, as a congressman, he became a leading advocate of emancipation and equal rights for formerly enslaved Americans.

His contributions during Reconstruction were particularly impressive. Boutwell helped advance the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments, served as one of the House managers during the impeachment of President Andrew Johnson, and consistently defended federal protection of African Americans' civil and political rights. As Grant's Secretary of the Treasury, he worked to reduce the national debt, improve the department's administration, and helped thwart the notorious gold-market scheme of Jay Gould and James Fisk in 1869. Even late in life, he remained committed to his principles, becoming an outspoken opponent of American imperialism and the annexation of the Philippines.

Jeffrey Boutwell has done an admirable job bringing this largely forgotten statesman back into the historical conversation. The research is extensive, and the book provides a valuable look at the political struggles that shaped the Civil War, Reconstruction, and the Republican Party. I particularly appreciated the opportunity to follow Boutwell's career beyond the familiar Lincoln and Grant years and see how consistently he advocated the principles of emancipation, equal citizenship, and self-government.

The book does have some shortcomings. At times, the extensive coverage of political events and personalities overshadows Boutwell himself. I would have welcomed more insight into his private life, personality, family relationships, and personal motivations. The author's evident admiration for his subject is understandable, but a somewhat deeper examination of Boutwell's flaws, political miscalculations, and contradictions might have produced an even more balanced portrait. Readers looking for an intimate personal biography may find the emphasis on political history a little overwhelming.

Nevertheless, these criticisms do not diminish the value of the book. Boutwell was not a perfect man, but he was a principled public servant who understood that preserving the Union and abolishing slavery were only the beginning of the struggle for American democracy. His willingness to defend civil rights even when public opinion and political circumstances turned against Reconstruction deserves far greater recognition.

I began this book knowing George Boutwell primarily as a name in the history books. I finished it with a genuine appreciation for his accomplishments and a sense that I had discovered an important figure who deserved to be much better remembered. Jeffrey Boutwell has performed a valuable service in bringing his relative's life and legacy to a wider audience.

George Sewall Boutwell was, quite simply, the greatest man I never knew. This book made certain that I will not soon forget him.

About the Author

Jeffrey Boutwell is a writer, historian, and science policy specialist whose forty-year career spanned journalism, government, and international scientific research. He lives in Maryland. Jeffrey and George share a common ancestor, the indentured servant James Boutwell, who emigrated in 1632 from England to Salem, Massachusetts.

ISBN 978-1324074267, W. W. Norton & Company, © 2025, Hardcover, 368 Pages, Photographs, Illustrations, End Notes & Index. $39.99.  To Purchase the book click HERE.


Thursday, November 5, 2026

Landaff Watson Andrews

ANDREWS, Landaff Watson, congressman, lawyer; b. Flemingsburg, Ky., Feb. 12, 1803; grad, law dept. Transylvania U., Lexington, Ky., 1826. Admitted to Ky. bar, 1826, began practice law in Flemingsburg; pros. atty. Fleming County, 1829-39; mem. Ky. Ho. of Reps., 1834-38, 61-62; mem. U.S. Ho. of Reps. (Whig) from Ky., 26th, 27th congresses, 1839-43; Whig presdl. elector, 1845; mem. Ky. Senate, 1857; judge circuit ct., 1862-68, Died Flemingsburg, Dec. 23, 1887; buried Fleming County Cemetery.

SOURCE: The A. N. Marquis Company, Publisher, Who Was Who In America: Historical Volume: 1607-1896, p. 25

James Speed to Landaff Watson Andrews, Esq., September 17, 1861

Louisville, September 17, 1861.
L. W. Andrews, Esq.,
        Flemingsburg, Ky.

Dear Sir:

Your letter of the fifteenth is just at hand; like you, I have been annoyed beyond measure at the swindling I see going along. It is really distressing to see how many men I see in our midst who are trying to make money out of our great trouble. Such a crisis as this gives to us a clear and deep insight into human nature and poor humanity suffers from the view.

I assure you, sir, that I had hardly finished reading your letter before I was beset by three men desiring me to indorse their papers that they might get contracts, and have been several times stopped to hold talks about getting contracts. I am bothered beyond description in such matters. Now, if I am so pestered, how must it be with the quartermaster? Indeed I pity him. He has a hard place to fill and should be a keen, rough, shrewd man. With all the vigilance that he can use he must be now and then cheated. I will do what I can to guard him. The business of the department is hard to keep up and give satisfaction.

As to news here. We are greatly in doubt about the strength of Buckner's army. Some say that it is large and well organized, others that it is small and badly organized and ill-armed. They may be well informed in military circles. It is also doubted whether the railroad bridge over Green River has been destroyed. To-day the impression is that it has not. It seems to be well understood that the Rebels are fortifying Bowling Green. They have been also busy destroying the fords over Green River. This, some say, is a mere blind, an effort to conceal a purpose to advance, others that it is done to keep our forces from advancing against them. We have also contradictory reports as to the conduct of the Rebels below Green River. At first they behaved pretty well. Lately they have been committing many outrages.

Enlisting in our army is improving here. Those amongst us can sympathize that the traitors are silenced. It seems to me that with silence on their part the bitterness of feeling is somewhat subsided. Let me hear from you whenever you have any matter of interest.

I am, sir, your most obedient servant,
JAMES SPEED.

SOURCE: James Speed (grandson of the subject), James Speed: A Personality, p. 45-6

Thursday, October 29, 2026

Diary of Private William S. White, October 16, 1862

If I am not mistaken, this is the anniversary of John Brown's celebrated crazy raid into Virginia, which cost the poor crazy fool his life. The writer of this being a member of the Richmond Howitzers at the time, participated in the scenes that followed that raid, and stood guard over his gallows the night before he was hung. Bob Ward and Lawyer W. F. Watson, he that sung the "Cruiskeen Lawn" so heartily, were his guardmates on that memorable night; and I remember right well, as we saw the shooting stars darting athwart the mid-night heavens, we thought them beacon lights calling together the Abolition rescuers. In memory of that day, and to gratify public opinion, McClellan has made another advance; but he is a very cautious General, and has none of the Napoleonic dash of Jackson about him, though he certainly is a good officer, notwithstanding his government does not and never will give him a hearty support. We have received sad news to-day; our two rifled-guns (Parrots) have been stationed at Charlestown some two or three weeks, on picket duty, and a week ago the Federals made a slight demonstration in their neighborhood, but were easily driven back. Today they returned with a much stronger force, and although our boys fought gallantly, yet we were driven back with some loss. Our Captain, B. H. Smith, Jr, was severely wounded in the foot. Our first Lieutenant, Henry C. Carter, was slightly wounded in the shoulder; had his cravat untied and split in half by a cannon shot. Private James E. Cassiday was mortally wounded, and Private R. Burley Brown killed. Captain Smith and Cassiday were left in Charlestown, and Burley Brown was buried there. Private L. W. Redd was left with Captain Smith, to take charge of him. About sundown my section was ordered to "hitch up, strike tents, and prepare to move," as the enemy were reported to be advancing. Our horses remained harnessed all night; it rained very hard the first part of the night, but, after midnight, cleared off.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, pp. 135-6

Diary of Private William S. White, October 17, 1862

Our horses remain "hitched up," and we are awaiting orders to move, whether to advance or fall back I know not-presume we will give the enemy battle if he advances.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 136

Diary of Private William S. White, October 21, 1862

Poor Cassiday has since died of his wounds; 'twas his first fight, and he behaved nobly. Captain Smith's foot has been amputated, and he is doing very well.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 136

Diary of Private William S. White, October 28, 1862

Broke camp at Bunker Hill and started on a march to some unknown point with Jackson's corps, to which we are now attached. Presume we will cross the Shenandoah and move towards Leesburg, as the main body of the Yankee army will very likely cross the Potomac near that place. It is evident that we will have to move somewhere nearer railroad communication, and we may possibly winter on the Rappahannock, though if the Yankees should move on Richmond either from the south side of the James or via the Peninsula, we will be compelled to fall back nearer our metropolis. Heaven forbid that another spring may find old Richmond so closely encompassed by her enemies as she was before the terrible battles of last June and July!

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, pp. 136-7

Diary of Private William S. White, October 29, 1862

We halted last night within four miles of Berryville, the county-seat of Clarke county. Having to go ahead of my regiment on business and missing our camping-ground, it being very dark and impossible to find it, I made a small camp by myself, taking good care to get in a cornfield, so that my horse would not suffer. The owner of the field happening to come up with me just as I was pulling the fence down, vowed he would shoot me if I did not go out immediately. I didn't go. 'Twas bitterly cold, and as my saddle blankets were the only bedclothes I had, why the cold mountain wind pinched me pretty sharply.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 137

Diary of Private William S. White, October 30, 1862

All quiet to-day; the Yankees are in pretty heavy force in Loudoun county, and we may have sharp work soon.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 137

Diary of Private William S. White, October 31, 1862

We are camped on a Dr. Blackburn's farm, and, strange to say, ten years ago I saw this Dr. Blackburn's son, a student at the Virginia Military Institute, killed by a law student named Christian, at Lexington, Virginia. It created great excitement in Lexington at the time, for Blackburn was killed under the very shadow of the Presbyterian church whilst the services were being held.

'Twas my good fortune last night to be on guard at the house of a good old Southern rebel, and he amply repaid us with a splendid supper and breakfast.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 137

Diary of Private William S. White, November 1, 1862

Was on guard again last night at the same house. After supper we called up our singing crowd and amused the ladies an hour or so with our camp songs. We have a rara avis in our regiment—he has traveled nearly all over the world, speaks five or six different languages, is highly educated, of high family, a gentleman of culture and refinement, sings everything that has been written, and would be a valuable addition to our crowd—but he is the dirtiest biped this side of the river Styx, and he scratches so frequently and so vehemently that people give him a wide berth.

In the morning, when we returned to camp, we found everything in preparation for the continuation of our march, and soon we were on the road for the Shenandoah, where we expect to remain a day or so.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, pp. 137-8

Diary of Private William S. White, Sunday, November 2, 1862

Reached Berry's Ferry to-day (last night) and camped in a fine grove. This ferry is on the Shenandoah River and is ten miles from Winchester. Attended church to-day at Millwood, a small village about two miles from the ferry. This is the F. F. V. country, and one is pretty soon made acquainted with the fact. The church (Episcopal) is a neat, pretty edifice, built somewhat in a Gothic style, and the congregation reminded me more of a city assemblage than any I ever saw in a small country village. The ladies, with their neat dresses and pretty bonnets, presented an appearance truly refreshing to the soldier so long absent from the civilized world.

SOURCE: William S. White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 138