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"You are a most remarkable man, but you do not understand the government," said His Lords.h.i.+p. "You will not let yourself see the other side of the proposition. You are highly esteemed in America and if you could but see the justice of our claim you would be as highly esteemed here and honored and rewarded far beyond any expectation you are likely to have."
"If any one supposes that I could prevail upon my countrymen to take black for white or wrong for right, he does not know them or me," said Franklin. "My people are incapable of being so imposed upon and I am incapable of attempting it."
Next evening came the good Doctor Barclay, a friend of Franklin, and a noted philanthropist. They played chess together, and after the game, while they were draining gla.s.ses of Madeira, the philanthropist said:
"Here's to peace and good will between England and her colonies. The prosperity of both depends upon it."
They drank the toast and then Barclay proposed:
"Let us use our efforts to that end. Power is a great thing to have and the n.o.blest gift a government can bestow is within your reach."
"Barclay, this is what I would call spitting in the soup," said Franklin. "It's excellent soup, too. I am sure the ministry would rather give me a seat in a cart to Tyburn than any other place whatever. I would despise myself if I needed an inducement to serve a great cause."
The philanthropist entered upon a wearisome argument, which lasted for nearly an hour.
"Barclay, your opinions on this problem remind me of the iron money of Lycurgus," observed Franklin.
The philanthropist desired to know why.
"Because of their bulk. A cart load of them is not worth a s.h.i.+lling."
In all parts of Britain those days one heard much ridicule of the New England home and conscience. Now the ministry and its friends had begun to b.u.t.t their heads against the immovable wall of character which had grown out of them and of which Lord Chatham had said:
"It has made certain of our able men look like school boys."
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There was at that time a man of great power whose voice spoke for the soul of England. He had studied the spirit of the New World and probed to its foundations. He will help us to understand the new diplomacy which had filled the ministers with astonishment.
The same week Jack was invited to breakfast with Mr. Edmund Burke and Doctor Franklin. He was awed by the brilliancy of the ma.s.sive, trumpet-tongued orator and statesman.
He writes: "Burke has a most ungainly figure. His gait is awkward, his gestures clumsy, his eyes are covered with large spectacles. He is careless of his dress. His pockets bulged with papers. He spoke rapidly and with a strong Irish brogue. Power is the thing his face and form express. His knowledge is astounding. It is easy to talk with Franklin, but _I_ could not talk with him. He humbled and embarra.s.sed me. His words shone as they fell from his lips. I can give you but a feeble notion of them. This was his idea, but I remember only a few of his glowing words:
"'I fancy that man, like most other inventions, was, at first, a disappointment. There seems to have been some doubt, for a time, as to whether the contrivance could be made to work. In fact, there is good ground for believing that it wouldn't work.
"'It was a failure. The tendency to indolence and folly had to be overcome. Sundry improvements were necessary. An imagination and the love of adventure were added to the great machine. They were the things needed. Not all the friction of hards.h.i.+p and peril could stop it then. From that time, as they say in business, man was a paying inst.i.tution.
"'The lure of adventure led to the discovery of law and truth. The best child of adventure is revelation. Man is so fas.h.i.+oned that if he can see a glimmer of the truth he seeks, he will make for it no matter what may be in his way. The promise of an exciting time solves the problem of help. America was born of sublime faith and a great adventure--the greatest in history--that of the three caravels. High faith is the great need of the world. Columbus had it, and I think, sir, that the Pilgrims had it and that the same quality of faith is in you. In these dark years you are like the lanterns of Pharus to your people.
"'When prodigious things are to be done, how carefully men are prepared and chosen for their doing!'
"He said many things, but these words addressed to my venerable friend impressed me deeply. It occurs to me that Burke has been chosen to speak for the soul of Britain.
"When we think of the choosing of G.o.d, who but the st.u.r.dy yeomen of our mother land could have withstood the inhospitalities of the New World and established its spirit!
"Now their Son, Benjamin Franklin, full grown in the new school of liberty, has been chosen of G.o.d to define the inalienable rights of freemen. I think the stage is being set for the second great adventure in our history. Let us have no fear of it. Our land is sown with the new faith. It can not fail."
This conviction was the result of some rather full days in the British capital.
CHAPTER VIII
AN APPOINTMENT AND A CHALLENGE
Solomon Binkus had left the city with Preston to visit Sir Jeffrey Amherst in his country seat, near London. Sir Benjamin had taken Jack to dine with him at two of his clubs and after dining they had gone to see the great actor Robert Bensley as Malvolio and the Comedian Dodd as Sir Andrew Aguecheek. The Britisher had been most polite, but had seemed studiously to avoid mention of the subject nearest the heart of the young man. After that the latter was invited to a revel and a c.o.c.k fight, but declined the honor and went to spend an evening with his friend, the philosopher. For days Franklin had been shut in with gout.
Jack had found him in his room with one of his feet wrapped in bandages and resting on a chair.
"I am glad you came, my son," said the good Doctor. "I am in need of better company than this foot. Solitude is like water--good for a dip, but you can not live in it. Margaret has been here trying to give me comfort, although she needs it more for herself."
"Margaret!" the boy exclaimed. "Why does she need comfort?"
"Oh, largely on your account, my son! Her father is obdurate and the cause is dear to me. This courts.h.i.+p of yours is taking an international aspect."
He gave his young friend a full account of the night at Lord Howe's and the interviews which had followed it.
"All London knows how I stand now. They will not try again to bribe me. The displeasure of Sir Benjamin will react upon you."
"What shall I do if he continues to be obdurate?"
"Shove my table this way and I'll show you a problem in prudential algebra," said the philosopher. "It's a way I have of setting down all the factors and striking out those that are equal and arriving at the visible result."
With his pen and a sheet of paper he set down the factors in the problem and his estimate of their relative value as follows:
The Problem.
A father=1 Margaret, her mother and Jack= 3+ 1 A patrimony=10 Happiness for Jack and Margaret= 100+ 90 Margaret's old friends=1 Margaret's new friends= 1 A father's love=1 A husband's love= 10+ 9 A father's tyranny=-1 Your respect for human rights= 5+ 6 ------- 106
[Transcriber's note: In the original printed book, some of the words in this table have slashes (strike-outs) through them, and are not renderable in text format. At the end of the HTML version of this book is an image of the table, showing these strike-outs.]
"Now there is the problem, and while we may differ on the estimates, I think that most sane Americans would agree that the balance is overwhelmingly in favor of throwing off the yoke of tyranny, and a.s.serting your rights, established by agreement as well as by nature.
In a like manner I work out all my important problems, so that every factor is visible and subject to change.
"I only fear that I may not be able to provide for her in a suitable manner," said Jack.
"Oh, you are well off," said the philosopher. "You have some capital and recognized talent and occupation for it. When I reached Philadelphia I had an empty stomach and also a Dutch dollar, a few pennies, two soiled s.h.i.+rts and a pair of dirty stockings in my pockets.
Many years pa.s.sed and I had a family before I was as well off as you are."
Dinner was brought in and Jack ate with the Doctor and when the table was cleared they played with magic squares--an invention of the philosopher with which he was wont to divert himself and friends of an evening. When Jack was about to go, the Doctor asked:
"Will you hand me that little red book? I wish to put down a credit mark for my conscience. This old foot of mine has been rather impudent to-day. There have been moments when I could have expressed my opinion of it with joyous violence. But I did not. I let it carry on like a tinker in a public house, and never said a word."
He showed the boy an interesting table containing the days of the week, at the head of seven columns, and opposite cross-columns below were the virtues he aimed to acquire--patience, temperance, frugality and the like. The book contained a table for every week in the year. It had been his practise, at the end of each day, to enter a black mark opposite the virtues in which he had failed.