My time has been so occupied that I was unable to note down
daily current events, which, however, have not been of special importance. It
has been my practice to make a minute of transactions on the day they occurred,
usually after my family had retired for the night, but for some days I have
been occupied until near midnight with matters that cannot be dispensed with. I
was getting materials and preparing the outlines for my Annual Report, when I
received a communication from Du Pont, deliberately prepared, and with evident
malicious intent, at his home “near Wilmington,” complaining of “harsh
language,” “wounding words,” and “injurious imputations” in my letters and
dispatches relative to his failure on the 7th of April. I am conscious of no
such wrong as he attributes to me. Though grieved and disappointed in what took
place, I felt no resentment, expressed none, to call out such denunciations,
nor could he have had any such opinion in the day and time of those
occurrences, as he would then have made his complaint. But the correspondence
closed last June; he has been for months in Delaware, nursing discontent and
chafing under disappointed ambition. His mind, as Drayton reports, has become
morbid. He was for a time the great naval hero, but Farragut has eclipsed him.
He has seen Farragut toasted and complimented, dined and extolled by our
countrymen and by foreigners, until his envy and vexation could no longer be
repressed. He therefore reviews the past, and, too proud to acknowledge or
admit errors, faults, or infirmities, he assails me, who have been his friend,
and declares he must again place on the files of the Department his indignant refutation
of my charges. He specifies no charges, quotes no language, mentions no
exceptional remark. I have treated him gently, for I respect his acquirements,
though I dislike his intrigues. He doubtless thought I should refuse to receive
and place on file his unjust complaint, and I at first hesitated whether to do
so.
Du Pont has ability, pride, and intrigue, but he has not the
great essentials of a naval commander, — heroic valor, unselfish energy, and
devotion to the country. Thinks of himself more than of the country and the
service. No more accomplished officer could command our European Squadron, but
he is not made for such terrific encounters as that of Farragut at Mobile and
New Orleans, and as are necessary to resist Sumter and capture Charleston. He
has too much pride to be a coward, — would sooner die than show the white
feather, — but the innate, fearless moral courage of Farragut or John Rodgers
is not his. He feels his infirmity, and knows that I perceive it. But it is a
weakness for which I did not reproach him, or use harsh language. I pitied him.
In this communication art and literary skill, on which he
prides himself, are exhibited, but not true wisdom. He tries to be impudent,
and, wishing to give offense, thereby lessens his dignity. Were I to return his
jeremiad, it would be published, and his grief would excite sympathy. I must,
therefore, in justice to myself, to him, and to truth reply. I have no doubt he
has skillful advisers. H. Winter Davis, one of the most talented and ingenious men
in Congress, has been his friend and adviser, and is, if I am not mistaken, his
counselor now.
SOURCE: Gideon Welles, Diary of Gideon Welles,
Secretary of the Navy Under Lincoln and Johnson, Vol. 1: 1861 – March 30,
1864, p. 476-8