It is some weeks
since I have had time to write a word in this diary. In the mean time many
things have happened which I desired to note but none of very great importance.
What time I could devote to writing when absent from the Department has been
given to the preparation of my Annual Report. That is always irksome and hard
labor for me. All of it has been prepared at my house out of the office hours,
except three mornings when I have remained past my usual hour of going to the
Department.
My reports are
perhaps more full and elaborate than I should make them; but if I wish anything
done I find I must take the responsibility of presenting it. Members of
Congress, though jealous of anything that they consider, or which they fear
others will consider, dictation, are nevertheless timid as regards
responsibility. When a matter is accomplished they are willing to be thought
the father of it, yet some one must take the blows which the measure receives
in its progress. I therefore bring forward the principal subjects in my report.
If they fail, I have done my duty. If they are carried, I shall contend with no
one for the credit of paternity. I read the last proof pages of my report this
evening.
Members of Congress
are coming in fast, though not early. Speaker Colfax came several days since.
His coming was heralded with a flourish. He was serenaded, and delivered a
prepared speech, which was telegraphed over the country and published the next
morning. It is the offspring of an intrigue, and one that is pretty extensive.
The whole proceeding was premeditated.
My friend Preston
King committed suicide by drowning himself in the Hudson River. His appointment
as Collector was unfortunate. He was a sagacious and honest man, a statesman
and legislator of high order and of unquestioned courage in expressing his
convictions and resolute firmness in maintaining them. To him, a Democrat and
Constitutionalist, more than to any other one man may be ascribed the merit of
boldly meeting the arrogant and imperious slaveholding oligarchy and organizing
the party which eventually overthrew them. While Wendell Phillips, Sumner, and
others were active and fanatical theorists, Preston King was earnest and
practical. J. Q. Adams and Giddings displayed sense and courage, but neither of
them had the faculty which K. possessed for concentrating, combining, and
organizing men in party measures and action. I boarded in the same house with
King in 1846 when the Wilmot Proviso was introduced on an appropriation bill.
Root and Brinkerhoff of Ohio, Rathbun and Grover and Stetson [sic]1
of New York, besides Wilmot and some few others whom I do not recall, were in
that combination, and each supposed himself the leader. They were indeed all
leaders, but King, without making pretensions, was the man, the hand, that
bound this sheaf together. From the day when he took his stand King never faltered.
There was not a more earnest party man, but he would not permit the discipline
and force of party to carry him away from his honest convictions. Others
quailed and gave way but he did not. He was not eloquent or much given to
speech-making, but could state his case clearly, and his undoubted sincerity
made a favorable impression always.
Not ever having held
a place where great individual and pecuniary responsibility devolved upon him,
the office of Collector embarrassed and finally overwhelmed him.
Some twenty-five
years ago he was in the Retreat for the Insane in Hartford, and there I knew
him. He became greatly excited during the Canadian rebellion and its disastrous
termination and the melancholy end of some of his townsmen had temporarily
impaired his reason. But it was brief; he rapidly recovered, and, unlike most
persons who have been deranged, it gave him no uneasiness and he spoke of it
with as much unconcern as of a fever. The return of the malady led to his
committing suicide. Possessed of the tenderest sensibilities and a keen sense
of honor, the party exactions of the New York politicians, the distress, often magnified,
of those whom he was called upon to displace, the party requirements which
Weed, who boarded with him, and others demanded, greatly distressed him, and
led to the final catastrophe.
King was a friend
and pupil of Silas Wright, with whom he studied his profession; was the
successor of that grand statesman in both branches of Congress. Both had felt
most deeply the bad faith and intrigue which led to the defeat of Van Buren in
1844, and to the ultimate downfall of the Democratic party, for the election of
Polk, Pierce, and Buchanan were but flickering efforts to rekindle the fires of
the old organizations. Confidence and united zeal never again prevailed, and
parties subsequently took a sectional or personal character.
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1 There was no Stetson in Congress at the
time. Perhaps Wheaton of New York, who was one of the supporters of the
Proviso, was the man whom Mr. Welles had in mind.
SOURCE: Gideon
Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and
Johnson, Vol. 2: April 1, 1864 — December 31, 1866, p. 384-7