Francis Vinton] [Greene.

[Lincoln as commander-in-chief online

. (page 1 of 2)
Online LibraryFrancis Vinton] [Greene[Lincoln as commander-in-chief → online text (page 1 of 2)
Font size
QR-code for this ebook


lull liiriiiiiiiiii mil Hill "11! n"| '""""""" "•""'
012 027 512 4 ^



_ t^w - oAv/^cX 7|

Heart's Desire

"God give you your heart's desire,

Whatever it be," she said;
Then down the gallery's shining length

Like a thing of light she sped.

Her face was a stranger's face;

Her name I shall never know;
But softly her benediction fell

As the night-winds breathing low.

Who knoweth the heart's desire ?

Its innermost secret dream?
Its holiest shrine where the altar lights

Forever and ever gleam ?

Who guesseth the heart's desire ?

Ah, neither you nor I!
It hideth away in darkling space

From the gaze of the passer-by.

Who giveth the heart's desire

To the child that cries for the moon?

Or the samite robe and the Holy Grail
To the soul that was born too soon?

Who giveth the heart's desire

To the lover whose love lies dead ?

Or the priest who faces the silence
With the living word unsaid?

Who giveth the heart's desire
To the poet with harp unstrung,

When he droppeth the trembling lyre
With his noblest song unsung?

Jidia C. R. Dorr, in the July Scribner.

If Lincoln's Plans Had Been

Carried Out Sumter Would

Have Been Saved

He had been President less than twenty-
four hours when, on the morning of March
5, he learned the precarious situation at
Fort Sumter, then not publicly known. He
at once called on General Scott for reports
and advice, and on March 12 Scott stated
in writing: "It is, therefore, my opinion and
advice that Major Anderson be instructed to
evacuate the fort . . . and embark with his
command for New York." Scott had served
with distinction in the War of 1812, had con-
ducted a brilliant campaign resulting in the
capture of the City of Mexico, was now the
senior oflScer in the army, and the highest
military authority in the land. 'Lincoln
instantly and wisely overruled him. For
various reasons, stated in his message to
Congress of July 14, "this could not be al-
lowed." Lincoln's orders were exactly the
opposite, to organize an expedition for the
relief of Fort Sumter; and no one worked
more loyally to carry them out than General
Scott. A few days later it was a question of
Fort Pickens in Florida. Scott recommended
that it be evacuated. Lincoln sought other
advice, reached his decision that Fort Pickens
should be re-enforced, and sent this order to
Scott on Sunday, March 31 : "Tell him that
I wish this thing done, and not to let it fail,
unless he can show that I have refused him
something he asked for as necessary." Scott,
on receiving the order, said in his sententious
manner, "Sir, the great Frederick used to
say, ' When the King commands, all things are
possible.' It shall be done." It was done;
and this fort never passed out of possession
of the United States. The expedition to
Fort Sumter failed, but through no fault of

From "Lincoln as Commander-in-Chief,"
by Major-General F. V. Greene, in the Jtdy
Scribner. j j ^

Lincoln's Great Patience

His mental processes were slow — though
sure. And thought of personal insult never
influenced him. On one occasion he weni
to McClellan's house and waited several hours
to see him, only to have McClellan come in
and go to bed without seeing the President at
all. On another occasion, when McClellan
failed to keep an appointment at the White
House, and the others, who had come, ex-
pressed their impatience at McClellan's delay,
Lincoln only remarked: "Never mind; I
will hold McClellan's horse, if he will only
bring us success."

Such patience, such tolerance, such sacri-
fice of self to anything that will help accom-
plish a supremely important result are the
marks of a great soul, but not of a great
soldier. His military perceptions were more
accurate than those of any of his generals in
independent command, e.xccpt Grant, Sher-
man, Sheridan, and possibly Thomas. But
his self-effacement, his diffidence, his doubt
whether the country would sustain him, if he
peremptorily asserted his opinions against
those of his professional military subordinates
left the army with two heads or three heads
or no head at all until the really efficient man
was found in Grant.

From "Lincoln as Commander-in-Chiej,"
by Major-General F. V. Greene, in the July


Was a Great


As time goes on Lincoln's fame looms ever
larger and larger. Great statesman, astute
politician, clear thinker, classic writer, master
of men, kindly, lovable man. These are his
titles. To them must be added — military
leader. Had he failed in that quality, the
others would have been forgotten. Had
peace been made on any terms but those of
surrender of the insurgent forces and restora-
tion of the Union, his career would have been
a colossal failure and the Emancipation
Proclamation a subject of ridicule. The
prime essential was military success. Lincoln
gained it. Judged in the retrospect of nearly
half a century, with his every written vi'ord
now in print and with all the facts of the
period brought out and placed in proper
perspective by the endless studies, discussions,
and arguments of the intervening years, it be-
comes clear that first and last and at all times
during his Presidency, in military affairs his
was not only the guiding but the controlling

From "Lincoln as Commander-in-Chief,"
by Major-General F. V. Greene, in the July

When Lincoln First Met Grant

On the 2gth of February, 1864, Congress
passed an act reviving the grade of lieutenant-
general in the army, and within a few days
Grant was appointed and confirmed to this
office. On March 10 he was "by E.xecutive
Order assigned to command the Armies of
the United States." It is stated in Nicolay
and Hay that Lincoln neither advocated nor
opposed this legislation. The bill was intro-
duced by E. B. Washburne, Member of
Congress from the Galena district in Illinois,
an old political friend of Lincoln and a great
admirer of Grant. Just why Lincoln was
neutral in the matter does not appear. An
ungracious comment in Nicolay and Hay
reads as follows:" "Whether he was or was
not the ablest of all our generals is a question
which can never be decided. . . . Grant was,
beyond all comparison, the most fortunate of
American soldiers." There are no facts
vi^hatevcr to justify this depreciation. Grant
owed his success solely to his clear-sighted
appreciation of facts and to the tremendous
energy and resourcefulness with which he
carried his plans into effect — as Sheridan ex-
presses it, to "the manifold resources of his
well-balanced military mind."

Grant was ordered to Washington to re-
ceive his commission, and met Lincoln for
the first time on March 8, 1864. Grant says
in his "Memoirs" that both Stanton and
Halleck cautioned him against giving the
President his plans of campaign, because
Lincoln was "so kind-hearted that some
friend would be sure to get from him all he
knew" — a piece of advice which, in view of
Lincoln's discretion and Grant's reticence,
seems quite superfluous. Grant's only com-
ment is that the President did not ask him for
his plans, nor did he communicate them to
him — nor to Stanton or Halleck. Lincoln
said to him that "all he wanted or ever had
wanted was some one who would take the
responsibility and act, and call on him for all
the assistance needed," and he " pledged him-
self to use all the power of the government in
rendering such assistance." In short, Lin-
coln believed that at last he had found the
man competent to command the armies, and
he promptly retired to the background, limit-
ing his military activities to the still mighty
task of giving Grant the full support of the
government in every branch.

From "Lincoln as Commander-in-Chief,"
by Major-General F. V. Greene, in the July

Capturing a School of Herring

The seine ready, tense silence followed.
Over beyond the eastern hills it grew a little
light. Jared, Ebon's brother, who had come
aboard our sloop, puffed his pipe and swore

"Gosh, Eb, look at 'em playin'! — thick
enough to git down an' walk on 'em every-
whar ye look!" Tiny, almost undiscernible,
ripples were all about us. The men had
hurried into oil clothes. Now four tumbled
into the seine boat. Two took oars. Jared
and Eben stood aft by the big seine. The
latter surveyed the water on all sides. The
rowers awaited his signal.

"There they be t' starb'd — Holy Mackerel,
what a school! Lay to it, boys, 'n' give her
hell!" And things began to happen.

The seine boat leaped from the water under
the powerful strokes of the oars; the keg buoy
on one end of the net splashed overboard,
followed by great armfuls of seine as Jared
hove it out; a long curve of floats followed the
foaming wake; then, the boat, after describ-
ing a broad, circular sweep, shot past the keg
again. Eben pulled it aboard. Spreading
out from the seine boat lay a wide circle of
dipping floats. Then, peering curiously over
the dark sky line at the unusual sight, came
the rim of the harvest moon.

The school surrounded, the seiners jumped
to "purse up" the net. It was quick work.
Men hauled desperately and the bottom of
the seine came together, catching the fish in a
huge bag. Not until the gap was closed did
the seiners draw breath.

"Guess we ketched all the herrin' in Black
Cove," grunted Jared, wiping his wet face
with a wetter hand. "Look out for them

Foiled at the bottom, the herring struck up-
ward to the surface and drove at the floats in
silver streaks of light. Here and there floats
went under, and men in dories were busy
holding them above water. Baff'.ed above
and below the fish made the water boil.

From "The Lobslerman's Island," by Sid-
ney M. Chase, in the July Scribner.

A Day With the Lobster Fisher=

"Fust of the month law's off on lobsters,
an' it's a sight t' see when all them sloops load
solid o' lobster-pots, and start out to set 'em.
'F ye do," he went on, "I'll take ye out some
mornin' an' let ye haul a few lobsters t' see
how it's done."

It was not many days later, when, one
morning, the crimson flush of sunrise found
us out in True's double-ender, True standing
at the oars, and me in the stern. It was a
wonderful Indian Summer morning, with a
long lazy ground swell that hardly splashed
on the wet rocks along shore. Outside lay a
sloop, her sails slack, while the "put-put" of
her motor came faintly across to us.

"Them's my buoys," said True, as he
deftly slid the boat alongside a red and white
float and dropped it aboard. Catching the
line attached to it, he hauled steadily until a
dripping lobster-pot rose suddenly beside the
boat. True swung it aboard, and two lob-
sters snapped for his hand as he flung the
lath door open. He tossed them carelessly
into the tub forward. " Cool weather makes
'em lively," he said. From the bait tub he
took a net bag stuffed with herring, stuck it on
the iron spear in the lobster-pot, and closed
the door. Splash, it went overboard, line
and buoy following.

"Lobsters climb int' the pot through that
hole in the nettin' 't the end," explained True.
"Eat the bait, 'n' then, bein' more'n common
stupid, can't find the hole t' git out agin."
The method was simple, after all.

True said the lobster fishermen at the
Island averaged to have one hundred and
sixty traps each, and of these they hauled
half every day.

From " The Lobslerman's Island," by Sid-
ney M. Chase, in the July Scribner.

West Point Horsemanship Is Not
All It Should Be

A question will here naturally arise as to the
riding taught at West Point, enthusiastic
descriptions of which fill the columns of the
metropolitan press at commencement time;
do not these young graduates know their
horsemanship and are they not at once avail-
able to teach the recruits of their regiments?
The answer is no. The same change which
has affected the country at large and which
has been briefly referred to has equally
touched the Military Academy. When Sher-
idan, Grant, the Lees, and many equally good
but less famous horsemen went to West Point
they undoubtedly carried with them a con-
siderable baggage of practical horsemanship;
the riding at the Academy unified, polished,
and applied to military ends this previous
knowledge. At the present day, on the con-
trary, a cadet usually starts his riding-hall
career with a complete ignorance of the horse,
and the time allotted to riding at West Point
is too small to enable his instructors to do
more than teach him the mere rudiments of
horsemanship. He does learn to stick on
and to be, in most cases, a daring and vigorous
rough-rider, but horseman he generally is not
when he graduates, and at least a year of
persistent work under the best teachers for
four or five hours a day is needed before the
average youngster is at all ready to act as a
riding-master for recruits.

Another reason why West Point is no longer
sufficient as a school of equitation lies in the
fact that our standards of horsemanship are
now higher than they were ten or fifteen years
ago, and the complacent satisfaction which
then existed with our methods has been suc-
ceeded by a fearless criticism of them and a
frank comparison with the superior results
obtained in other armies. This has been
brought about by several causes, chief among
which are the numerous visits of our officers
to European countries having well-trained
cavalry and highly developed schools of mili-
tarv equitation, and the arrival early in life to
positions of high rank and influence of cavalry
officers who themselves are vigorous horse-
men, such as General Bell, our present chief
of staff, General Garlington, our inspector-
general and General Aleshire, our quarter-

From "The New Army School oj Horse-
manship," by Major T. Bentley Molt, U. S. A.,
in the July Scribner.

The New U. S. A. Mounted Ser=
vice School at Fort Riley, Kan.

For the purposes of instruction one hundred
and eighty horses are kept at the school.
These are of various breeds and classes —
jumpers, trained buckers, well-schooled
horses, untrained colts, and polo ponies. A
troop of the Tenth Cavalry, colored soldiers,
furnishes the necessary grooms. It is found
that these colored men make better grooms
for the high-class school horses than do the
average enlisted men of white regiments.
They like their work and stay longer.

For the first two months the student is put
on a thoroughly trained horse in order that he
may comprehend what sueh a horse is and
have a model to work up to. The trained
animal also shows up faults of horsemanship,
which the instructor and the rider can both
take account of and gradually correct. Dur-
ing this time he also rides daily a well- trained
jumper for the same reasons. This work is
all done in the riding-hall, using the English
saddle, mostly without stirrups, and changing
horses each day.

It is of course to be understood that these
officers are already fair riders. War Depart-
ment orders direct that only officers of special
aptitude be selected for Fort Riley, as it is a
place, not where officers learn to ride, but
rather where good riders are formed into ac-
complished horsemen and useful instructors.

At the end of two months each man is given
a colt to train, and this may be said to consti-
tute his most important work for the year;
upon the results obtained his horsemanship is
largely judged and his place in the class de-
termined; but more important to the service
at large is the fact that through this instruc-
tion a correct and uniform method of training
remounts is assured to the whole army.

From "The New Army School of Horse-
manship,'" by Major T. Befitley Molt, U. S. A.,
in the July Scribner.

In the Heart of the Dolomites

The little town of Cortina lies in a high
valley in the heart of the Dolomites, with
green meadows and pine woods all around it;
a beautiful clear river pouring straight down
from the glacier running through it, and
mountains shutting it in on all sides. The
small square, with the post-office and Muni-
cipio, looked most animated as we drove up.
Diligences, carriages, post-carts painted yellow
with the Austrian arms in black, were coming
and going. People were crowding into the
post-office (we, too, like all the rest), asking
for telegrams and letters, places in the dili-
gence, etc. It is hard to believe that we are
still in Austria. The whole aspect of the
place, the look of the people, the names of the
streets and shops are Italian, and almost every
one speaks Italian. We found neither letters
nor telegrams at the Poste Restante; we
drove on to our Hotel Miramonti, just outside
the town. It stands high, with a pine wood
at the back, and is just like all the hotels in
the Tyrol — a square, white house, with
wooden balconies on all sides. Our luggage
had arrived — was standing at the door, and
the proprietor and his wife were waiting to
receive us. They were a handsome couple —
very good specimens of the peasants of the
Italian Tyrol. He, a tall broad-shouldered
man, and she, a very pretty fair woman,
dressed in Tyrolian costume. Their names
are Romeo and Juliet. She alluded to her
husband once or twice, while showing us our
rooms, as " Romeo." So I said, " You ought
to be called Juliet." To which she replied,
with a blush and a giggle, that her name was
Giulietta. They had kept us nice rooms —
corner ones — at one end of the corridor, with
good balconies. We brushed off a little dust,
then went downstairs, had tea in the hall, and
afterward sallied out for a walk in the pine
woods behind the house. It was very warm
and perfectly dry, so we sat down on the
grassy slope of the hill and looked at the
gorgeous panorama all around us. The
mountains a soft gray as the afternoon light
faded, and then a beautiful living pink in the
last rays of the sunset.

From "In the Dolomites" by Madame
Waddington, in the July Scrihner.

Titian's Birthplace

We interviewed the Padrone about going

to Pieve di Cadore — a quaint little village, on

the top of a hill, famous as Titian's birthplace,

about two miles from Tai, by a very steep

road. If it had been fine we should have

walked there, but the road was transformed

into a running stream, and it seemed wiser to

take a carriage. A drive of fifteen minutes

brought us to Pieve. The carriage stopped

in the middle of the "Piazza Tiziano," under

Titian's statue, and the driver asked what

we wanted to do. It had begun to rain again

hard, but we scrambled out from under the

dirty, smelly hood, and armed with umbrellas

started for Titian's house, telling the driver

to wait for us at the Hotel al Progresso. The

village is small. Some rather large stone

houses, which are dignified with the name of

"palazzi." Titian's house didn't say much

to us. Two small, low, dark rooms. One

can't imagine how the boy could have had any

inspiration or visions of his splendid coloring

in such surroundings — but one of the rooms,

they told us, was his studio. However, he

was taken to Venice, to study, when he was

only ten years old, so it was only his first

childish years that were spent in Pieve.

Some people live in the house — a barber, I

think. They showed us all over the rooms

and said a great many people came to see

them — principally English. We went on to

the church — the oldest in Cadore. There

were several interesting paintings — two by

Titian — a Madonna and Saints — and others

by members of his family, the Vecellios.

There are still Vecellios in the village — one

sees the name quite often. The butcher,

cobbler, and grocer are all \^ecellios. There

is, of course, too, an Albergo and a Cafe

Tiziano. All the pictures had the gorgeous

coloring of Titian and the Venetian school of

that time. The museum is next to the church,

with various interesting relics of Titian.

Some sketches and some letters written to him

by great personages — ^also many of his own.

He always remained in touch with his native

place, and came back to it very often — wanted

to come home to die when he was ninety-nine

years old and the plague was raging in Venice.

He tried to get away, but no one was allowed

to leave the doomed city. He was seized with

the dreadful malady and died practically

alone, his servants having already succumbed

to the plague. There must be a magnificent

view from the terrace, but that vje shall only

know from postal-cards or descriptions.

Frojn "In the Dolomites" by Madame
Waddington, in the July Scribner.

Canterbury Pilgrims in Old Puri=
tan Gloucester

On the fourth of next August the seaport
city of Gloucester, Mass., will hold an out-
door fete unique in the annals of New Eng-
land. At night, overlooking the harbor from
a natural amphitheatre seating fifteen thou-
sand people, a combined masque and pageant
of the fourteenth century will be performed.

The descendants of the Pilgrims of Glouces-
ter will give welcome to the Pilgrims of
Canterbury. For the first time in more than
five hundred years, Chaucer himself will ride
in pilgrimage — surrounded by the motley
characters of his imagination — not in the
vellum of William Morris, nor between the
covers of a text-book, but on solid ground,
under the stars. Moored within a few hun-
dred yards, twentieth-century war-ships will
blend their search-lights with the many-
colored fires of the pageant. From across the
bay — when the pealing of chimes gives cue
fr^m imaginary spires in the masque — the
bfells of Puritan steeples in the to\\Ti will — for
liie first time in their history — ring for mass —
it the ancient shrine of Becket! Among the
thousands of spectators, as chief guest of

/honor, the President of the United States has
accepted the city's invitation to be present.
In view of so unusual a celebration by a
' city so distinctively American, it seems worth
while to consider the local significance of this
pageant-masque, and to correlate it with
some of the larger meanings of pageantry and
drama for our time and country.

The first settlement of Gloucester was in
1623, at Stage Fort. There, in the same
year, was erected the house of Roger Conant,
first governor of the Massachusetts Bay
Colony — a quaint, gabled structure now no
longer standing. In March of the present
year, through the Gloucester Committee, the
city authorities unanimously decided to take
steps to reproduce this ancient landmark on
the original site, as a permanent historic

From "American Pageants and Their
Promise," by Percy MacKaye, in the July

A Famous French Chateau

Of the chateaux about Melun the most
important historically as well as artistically
is Vaux-le-Vicomte. While Louis XIV was
still contenting himself with the comparative
luxury of his palaces at St. Germain and
Fontainebleau as they then existed, his chan-
cellor, Fouquet, having carefully administered
the afifairs of state largely to his own profit,
determined to build for himself a chateau that
would eclipse anything his royal master then
. possessed. He appointed Le Vau his archi-
tect and Le Brun his artist-in-chief, and with
their help perfected a magnificent set of
plans which cost sixteen million francs (an
enormous sum for those days) to complete.
When Le Van's work was finished, Le Brun's
began. He assembled at ^'aux a veritable
army of artisans and artists, and established
himself there with his wife like a grand
seigneur in an entire apartment on the first
floor. A tapestry factory was established
nearby at Maincy, where the elaborate
hangings for the rooms and for the furniture
were woven.

Le Notre, then at the beginning of his
career, was next called in to plan the gardens,
and they were his first great opportunity.
Posterity has united in saying that he made
the most of it. Hundreds of workmen
changed this barren plain to a garden of en-
chantment, replete with every device that Le
Notre's imagination gave to the French school
of landscape architects.

If we consider the amount of artistic efl'ort
expended in the construction and decoration
of Vaux, in the architecture of its gardens
and the making of its furnishings; if we stop
to consider that Fouquet was a renowned
collector of pictures, tapestries, statues and
rare prints; that his numerous portraits were
graven in steel by twenty different engravers;
that he collected coins and had numerous
medals struck for himself — we can understand
why he was called the Maecenas of his day


Online LibraryFrancis Vinton] [Greene[Lincoln as commander-in-chief → online text (page 1 of 2)