upriver

According to documentation at the Library of Congress, an expedition of exploration set out from a camp in Arizona territory 150 years ago today:

heading out

up the river

In its May 6, 1871 issue Harper’s Weekly provided more information about the expedition:

SCIENTIFIC INTELLIGENCE.

WE have heretofore referred to an expedition under Lieutenant G.M. WHEELER, U.S.A., as among those now fitting out for service in the field; and we now learn that the work is to be prosecuted with the thoroughness that characterizes all the undertakings of the Engineer Department. As already stated, the field in question embraces a large area, and that of a comparatively little known country, south of the Central Pacific Railroad, including portions of southern and southwestern Nevada, southeastern California, southwestern Utah, some of the lower cañons of the Colorado, and extending into eastern and northeastern Arizona, with perhaps some points in New Mexico, and covering an aggregate of about sixty thousand square miles. The primary object of the expedition is, of course, the acquisition of a correct topographical knowledge of the country, and the means of preparing accurate maps, by which military movements can be arranged, and the best positions for settlement determined. The proper sites for military posts will be looked after, and a careful inquiry prosecuted into the character, disposition, and statistics of the Indians inhabiting the country. Of the more purely scientific work of the survey the practical geological and mining resources of the region will receive special attention. The expedition will be accompanied by gentlemen competent to settle these points, and much care will be directed also toward procuring a complete series of the animals and plants; so that, by a combination with the results of the expeditions of Mr. CLARENCE KING, of Captain SITGREAVES, of Lieutenant IVES, of General PARKE, and of the Geological Survey of California, together with the more private explorations of Dr. COUES, U.S.A., Dr. PALMER, and others, a satisfactory knowledge of the whole country can be established. Great attention will be given to the astronomical determinations, and a competent photographer will accompany the expedition. This will probably be divided into two parties-one under the direction of Lieutenant WHEELER himself, and the other under that of Lieutenant D.W. LOCKWOOD. We shall await with great interest the result of the operations of this exploration, which, it is thought, may occupy several years for its completion, but which can not fail, year by year, to bring to light much information concerning this interesting but little known portion of our country. …

View of Grand Cañon walls, near mouth of Diamond River.

Timothy O’Sullivan – out west

Black Cañon, Colorado River, looking above from Camp 7 / T.H. O’Sullivan, Phot.

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Harper’s was looking at a big picture with kind of a long exposure. The Lorenzo Sitgreaves led a southwest expedition in 1851. During the Civil War he was assigned to several non-fighting jobs. At the end of the war, “He conducted the inspection of the temporary defenses in Kansas and Nebraska from October 25, 1864, to July 1865.”

According to Wikipedia, the Wheeler Survey included a series of expeditions from 1869 until 1879 that explored territory west of the 100th meridian. In 1879 the Wheeler Survey and others became part of the new Geological Survey, later the United States Geological Survey.

One of the competent photographers along on the 1871 expedition was Timothy H. O’Sullivan, who also took photographs of the American Civil War.

expedition leader, later in life

From Wikimedia: Alice Pike Barney’s portrait of circa 1910 of George Montague Wheeler. From Library of Congress: Timothy O’Sullivan’s photo of Grand Cañon walls, near mouth of Diamond River; his photograph of the Colorado running through Black Canyon; one of Timothy O’Sullivan’s pictures from the Civil War – one of the guns at Fort Fisher in January 1865 – broken after the bombardment

Fort Fisher, N.C. Interior view, with heavy gun broken by the bombardment

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prison break

From the August 18, 1871 edition of The New-York Times:

SING SING AGAIN.
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Daring Escape of Twelve Convicts from the Prison.

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They are Carried off in a Tug, by Preconcerted
Arrangement — The Engineer Suspected — One Arrrest Made and
More to Follow.

__________

prison portrayed – 1855 engraving

No incident in connection with the prison history of Sing Sing since its establishment has created such an extraordinary commotion, not alone among the officials of the institution, but among the general community, from the perfection of its plan and the boldness of its execution, as the escape of a dozen convicts from the prison yesterday, in the middle of the noon-day, and in the face of the authorities themselves. It appears that about 11 3/4 [?] o’clock the steam-tug Dean Richmond, Capt. VAN ORDEN, with a canal-boat attached, was seen approaching the Prison dock, and making preparations for landing. There is a regulation of the institution forbidding vessels from coming within a certain distance of the prison grounds, but custom has for years ignored its existence, and boats of all descriptions land at the prison docks. The officer in charge sang out to the Captain of the Dean Richmond to “stand aloof,” but for some purpose, which is not yet distinctly ascertained, the order was disregarded, and the tug was immediately moored to the shore. Ere the officer could attempt to remonstrate, a dozen convicts, who were employed in the dock, rushed into the tug, seized the Captain, and with a purpose, as he states, only too evident, compelled him to run on shore to avoid personal injury. The other hands on the boat, the engineer and a boy, his nephew, instantly detached the moorings from the steamtug, the canal-boat was sent adrift, and swiftly and steadily the vessel steamed from the dock down the river, steering for the opposite shore.

All witnesses to the transaction concur in the statement that the proceedings occupied only a few seconds of time, and ere the astonished official realized the possibility of the fact, his charge had escaped. Hastily discharging his revolver at the retreating vessel, he gave the alarm, and about twenty officers of the prison, with an equal number of citizens, jumped into the boats lying along the piers and started in pursuit.

Dean Richmond at Kingston Point

The tug, however, got far beyond the reach of the officers, and ran on a sand-bar between Nyack and Rockland Lake. Several boats occupied by boys, the sons of fishermen, who at that time were fishing near at hand, were obtained to transport them to the shore, and dividing themselves into three different parties, they plunged into the fastnesses of the surrounding wood. As soon as the full circumstances regarding the affair, were developed at Sing Sing, dispatches were transmitted by telegraph to all the stations at each side of the river, and a number of boats started to intercept the fugitives. The tug was seen lying on the shore and was taken possession of.

THE CONDUCT OP THE ENGINEER.
THOMAS FARRELL, the engineer who aided their escape, was arrested and brought back to Sing Sing. He stated he was utterly bewildered in consequence of the action of the convicts, and that he was compelled to steer out into the river through dread of violence, but this explanation is hardly consistent with his conduct, which appeared entirely voluntary. While the prisoners ran into the cabin in the first instance to avoid the shots of the guard, be remained on deck, directing the engine, and placed his nephew, a mere boy, between himself and the fire, knowing it would make him assist. An examination of the boat revealed a number of facts illustrative of the care and precaution used for the accomplishment of the design. An Immense assortment of citizens’ attire, false whiskers, &c, had been provided, and, in case of resistance, it was determined to resort to the use of firearms. Several revolvers were found in the vessel, and these are now in the hands of the Police authorities at Sing Sing. A determined pursuit was made through the afternoon of yesterday for the capture of the fugitives, but without success, and last evening at 9 1/2 o’clock the officers returned discouraged, but not despairing. …

When I was searching for more information about Sing Sing, I found out that the Senate side of the U.S. Capitol was bombed back in 1915:

anything for peace

Frank Holt, aka Eric Muenter, never made it to Sing Sing. He comited suicide in police custody.
I got the image of the prison at Wikimedia and the image of the Dean Richmond at the Library of Congress. It seems several boats have been named Dean Richmond, but this picture might be the one in the story because of the date and the body of water is supposed to be the Hudson River.
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another glorious day

From the July 8, 1871 issue of Harper’s Weekly:

ninety-five years and counting

An editorial commented on the picture – the Fourth of a July was customarily a noisy, boisterous, and often dangerous holiday:

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A week later the editors still found the Fourth glorious because the war and the overall defeat of the Democratic party had changed the nation “from a nominal to an actual republic” and the national flag had become “a symbol of freedom”:

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In Charleston, South Carolina the day wasn’t quite as glorious, at least not for the editors of the Daily News:

According to Wikipedia, Gilbert Pillsbury was a Yankee abolitionist who headed south during the war as an agent of the Freedmen’s Bureau. He served as mayor of Charleston from 1869-1871. He was defeated for reelection by German immigrant Johann Andreas Wagener, who served in the Confederate army during the Civil War. Mr. Pillsbury lived in Massachusetts from 1872 to his death in 1893.

The Declaration of Independence mentions Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. I think freedom is a part of liberty. You can listen to a “Hymn to Freedom” from 1964 at Youtube. You can hear a different version of the same Hymn (with words) at Barbershop Harmony Society’s 2019 International Convention. It was said that Oscar Peterson wrote the original instrumental in the 1960s.

You can find all of Harper’s Weekly for 1871 at HathiTrust. From the Library of Congress: the July 4, 1871 issue of The Charleston Daily News; the 34-star national flag from 1862.

Old Glory

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redecoration

From the June 10, 1871 issue of Harper’s Weekly:

From the The New York Herald May 31, 1871:

THE NATION’S DEAD. …

The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
The Soldier’s last tattoo,
No more on life’e parade shall meet
The brave and gallant few;
On Fame’s eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.

The above exquisite lines were written by a priest of the Catholic Church, who was also an enthusiastic admirer of the lost cause, but they apply as well to the great army of American soldiers who knew no North, no South, now vanquished by death, whose graves fill the fields of the dark and bloody ground south of the Potomac. The dead had their prejudices buried with them; the passions that desolated the plains on which they fought are dead as they; the corn waves in the fields as rich and golden as ever, and over the resting place of Union and Confederate the same green grass grows luxuriantly. It is not, then, with any feeling of bitterness, hatred or revenge that the friends and relatives of those who fell in the desperate struggle for the maintenance of the integrity of the American republic annually assemble to deck the graves of the fallen brave with garlands of flowers and branches of laurel. Had we cemeteries of Southern dead within reach the same feeling of compassion and tenderness and wealth of affection would be evinced by us in whitest immortelles and greenest laurel lovingly strewn upon the green mounds under which their bodies were interred.

A glorious day shone out of the morning; the sky was clear; the wind blew in gentlest zephyrs yesterday. The streets of New York and Brooklyn were alive with people, and the citizens generally seemed conscious or the importance of the occasion which has added one more to the too few public days. It was a day of thankfulness – a day of poetic feeling – a day of sweet and tender recollection. …

At Woodlawn cemetery Admiral Farragut’s grave was honored. It close to violence in Boston when White and black soldiers returning from Mount Auburn had a disagreement about who could ride on the horse cars engaged by white troops. It was alleged that white troops made matters worse by insulting the blacks.

busy day in the Northeast corridor

And, with President Grant and Cabinet members in attendance, Frederick Douglass spoke at the Tomb of the Unknown at Arlington National Cemetery. This is his speech according to What So Proudly We Hail:

Friends and Fellow Citizens:

Tarry here for a moment. My words shall be few and simple. The solemn rites of this hour and place call for no lengthened speech. There is, in the very air of this resting-ground of the unknown dead a silent, subtle, and an all-pervading eloquence, far more touching, impressive, and thrilling than living lips have ever uttered. Into the measureless depths of every loyal soul it is now whispering lessons of all that is precious, priceless, holiest, and most enduring in human existence.

Dark and sad will be the hour to this nation when it forgets to pay grateful homage to its greatest benefactors. The offering we bring to-day is due alike to the patriot soldiers dead and their noble comrades who still live; for, whether living or dead, whether in time or eternity, the loyal soldiers who imperiled all for country and freedom are one and inseparable.

Those unknown heroes whose whitened bones have been piously gathered here, and whose green graves we now strew with sweet and beautiful flowers, choice emblems alike of pure hearts and brave spirits, reached, in their glorious career that last highest point of nobleness beyond which human power cannot go. They died for their country.

No loftier tribute can be paid to the most illustrious of all the benefactors of mankind than we pay to these unrecognized soldiers when we write above their graves this shining epitaph.

When the dark and vengeful spirit of slavery, always ambitious, preferring to rule in hell than to serve in heaven, fired the Southern heart and stirred all the malign elements of discord, when our great Republic, the hope of freedom and self-government throughout the world, had reached the point of supreme peril, when the Union of these states was torn and rent asunder at the center, and the armies of a gigantic rebellion came forth with broad blades and bloody hands to destroy the very foundations of American society, the unknown braves who flung themselves into the yawning chasm, where cannon roared and bullets whistled, fought and fell. They died for their country.

We are sometimes asked, in the name of patriotism, to forget the merits of this fearful struggle, and to remember with equal admiration those who struck at the nation’s life and those who struck to save it, those who fought for slavery and those who fought for liberty and justice.

I am no minister of malice. I would not strike the fallen. I would not repel the repentant; but may my “right hand forget her cunning and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,” if I forget the difference between the parties to that terrible, protracted, and bloody conflict.

If we ought to forget a war which has filled our land with widows and orphans; which has made stumps of men of the very flower of our youth; which has sent them on the journey of life armless, legless, maimed, and mutilated; which has piled up a debt heavier than a mountain of gold, swept uncounted thousands of men into bloody graves and planted agony at a million hearthstones—I say, if this war is to be forgotten, I ask, in the name of all things sacred, what shall men remember?

The essence and significance of our devotions here to-day are not to be found in the fact that the men whose remains fill these graves were brave in battle. If we met simply to show our sense of bravery, we should find enough to kindle admiration on both sides. In the raging storm of fire and blood, in the fierce torrent of shot and shell, of sword and bayonet, whether on foot or on horse, unflinching courage marked the rebel not less than the loyal soldier.

But we are not here to applaud manly courage, save as it has been displayed in a noble cause. We must never forget that victory to the rebellion meant death to the republic. We must never forget that the loyal soldiers who rest beneath this sod flung themselves between the nation and the nation’s destroyers. If to-day we have a country not boiling in an agony of blood, like France, if now we have a united country, no longer cursed by the hell-black system of human bondage, if the American name is no longer a by-word and a hissing to a mocking earth, if the star-spangled banner floats only over free American citizens in every quarter of the land, and our country has before it a long and glorious career of justice, liberty, and civilization, we are indebted to the unselfish devotion of the noble army who rest in these honored graves all around us.

I made changes on May 31, 2021.
From the Library of Congress: the May 31, 1871 issue of The New York Herald (image 3); at Arlington
You can find all of Harper’s Weekly for 1871 at HathiTrust. It looks like Thomas Nast signed the picture here from page 524.
Yale University Library provides a typescript version of the Frederick Douglass speech.
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sound retreat

four of a kind

From the March 18, 1871 issue of Harper’s Weekly:

on page 236

THE SOLDIERS’ HOME.

ON one of the most beautiful sites in the neighborhood of Washington stands an edifice of singular attractiveness, known as “The Soldiers’ Home,” of which we give a sketch on page 236. For this excellent institution the country is largely indebted to the foresight of General WINFIELD SCOTT, who urged its foundation upon the government. The Home, our readers will remember, was the chosen summer residence of President LINCOLN, whose patriotic sense of duty would not permit him to seek, at more distant places of resort, relaxation from the arduous labors and responsibilities of his position during the continuance of the war.

According to the National Park Service “General Winfield Scott designated part of the money Mexico City paid to avoid invasion during the Mexican War” for a military asylum. From 1851-1857 veteran soldiers resided in the original home on the estate. The old soldiers moved into a new, larger building in 1857. That freed up the original “cottage” for presidential use. Abraham Lincoln and his family lived at the old home from July-November in 1862-1864. The residence was sort of an anti-retreat for four days in July 1864 when Jubal Early’s Confederate army threatened the United States capital. While most of the presidential household returned to the White House, Mr. Lincoln stayed in the soldiers home and even came under hostile fire while observing the Battle of Fort Stevens, about a mile from the summer residence. In addition to Lincoln, Presidents Buchanan, Hayes, and Arthur made the home a temporary escape.

Fort Stevens 1864

the way from soldiers home to Fort Stevens

Lincoln memorialized

According to General Marcus J. Wright (at Project Gutenberg), Winfield Scott sent the War Department $100,000 from Mexico for the veterans’ home:

As an army commander General Scott had frequent occasion to use money for which vouchers or even ordinary receipts could not be taken and the nature of the service could not be specified; he styled them “secret disbursements.” In a letter to the War Department of February 6, 1848, he stated that he “had made no report of such disbursements since leaving Jalapa, (1) because of the uncertainty of our communications with Vera Cruz, and (2) the necessity of certain explanations which, on account of others, ought not to be reduced to writing,” and added, “I have never tempted the honor or patriotism of any man, but have held it as lawful in morals as in war to purchase valuable information or services voluntarily tendered me.”
He charged himself with the money he received in Washington for “secret disbursements,” the one hundred and fifty thousand dollars levied upon the City of Mexico for the immediate benefit of the army, and of the captured tobacco taken from the Mexican Government, with other small sums, all of which were accounted for. He then charged himself with sixty-three thousand seven hundred and forty-five dollars and fifty-seven cents expended in the purchase of blankets and shoes distributed gratuitously to enlisted men, for ten thousand dollars extra supplies for the hospitals, ten dollars each to every crippled man discharged or furloughed, some sixty thousand dollars for secret services, including the native spy company of Dominguez, whose pay commenced in July, and which he did not wish to bring into account with the Treasury. There remained a balance of one hundred thousand dollars, a draft for which he inclosed, saying: “I hope you will allow the draft to go to the credit of the army asylum, and make the subject known in the way you may deem best to the military committees of Congress. The sum is, in small part, the price of American blood so gallantly shed in this vicinity; and considering that the army receives no prize money, I repeat the hope that its proposed destination may be approved and carried into effect…. The remainder of the money in my hands, as well as that expended, I shall be ready to account for at the proper time and in the proper manner, merely offering this imperfect report to explain, in the meantime, the character of the one hundred thousand dollars draft.”

forwarded blood money to DC

Mexicans helped pay for it

Scott-gated community

Some sources say Abraham Lincoln’s wife accompanied him to the Battle of Fort Stevens, although I don’t think Mary exposed herself to rebel bullets.
You can find all of Harper’s Weekly for 1871 at HathiTrust. I’m pretty sure the building Harper’s pictured is was the newer structure; the older “cottage” was to the left.
From the Library of Congress: Presidents Buchanan, Lincoln, Hayes, and Arthur; Fort Stevens in 1864; Robert Knox Sneden’s map of Jubal Early’s attack; plaque at the fort; Major General Scott; the Scott Building (1906) with cannon; August 1877 map
, there also are Harewood and Sherman gates; Washington, D.C. area soldiers’ home complex c1863; unveiling Lincoln tablet at Fort Stevens July 12, 1920.

cottage under flag

Fort Stevens July 12, 1920

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up in the air

first in flight

A duck, a sheep, and a rooster take off in a hot air balloon. … Already heard this one? … No? Well, actually, according to the Château de Versailles, this isn’t a joke. In 1782 the Montgolfier brothers, Joseph and Étienne, began experimenting with using the gas created by a fire to lift a fabric-encased object off the ground. In 1783 Étienne brought the experiments to metro Paris. After a couple tethered attempts, on September 19, 1783, at Verasaille in front of King Louis XVI, the three animals, riding in a basket attached to a balloon, successfully lifted 600 metres off the surface of the earth and traveled about two miles before a rip in the balloon fabric brought the vessel back down to earth. Then, “in front of the Dauphin at Château de La Muette on 21 November, Pilâtre de Rozier became the first man ever to be borne aloft. A new page had been written in the history of mankind.” [1]

Approximately four score and seven years later an American editorial was uncertain whether aerial machines would ever become effective weapons of war. From Harper’s Weekly Supplement January, 21, 1871 page 67:

THE USE OF BALLOONS IN WAR.

AN ingenious Frenchman, M. Bobæuf some time since discovered a method of discharging missiles by means of the gas in the balloon, which he compressed in a special apparatus; and thus, as the weight of the car was diminished by that of the bullet thrown, so also the lifting power of the balloon was lessened by the use of the amount of gas which discharged it.

Such a plan, however, might bring the aeronauts into an unpleasant position; they might fire away all their gas in the action, and find themselves slowly sinking into the hands of their irate enemies below, without any means of taking flight again. On the other hand, the vapor or gas of gunpowder has been used to inflate balloons, apparently not with any great success. What special advantage this gas has over the ordinary coal-gas does not appear.

“Perhaps the culmination of all modern civilization”

getting the word out … from Paris

Such are the only uses to which it has been proposed to apply balloons, as at present constructed, to purposes of war. Numerous other inventions have been proposed; but they are all founded on some plan for obtaining flight, either by guiding a balloon, or by means of an aerial ship, or flying-machine. Of course one of the most obvious uses to which an aerial ship could be put would be to sail quietly into the centre of a town or camp, and attack the unconscious inhabitants. Most of our greatest inventions are now principally useful according as they can be more or less easily adapted to the purposes of war. More thought and trouble have been spent on the Martini-Henry rifle than on the spinning-jenny. Perhaps the culmination of all modern civilization, the greatest achievement of modern science, is the mitrailleuse. Consequently, if ever any attempt to navigate the air can be successful, the first application of the scheme will probably be to purposes of destruction. We shall hear of balloon monitors before we hear of balloon mail, in any other sense than that in which those irregular supplies of letters from Paris are said to come par ballon monté. It is curious – as showing, among other circumstances, how little change there has been in this respect in men’s opinions — that the Jesuit, Francis Lana, who was one of the very earliest to hit upon the idea of any scheme, like that of our balloons, for rising in the air, when he described his machine (which was something like a boat, with several copper globes, from which the air had been exhausted, fastened round her gunwale, in order to raise her into the air) should have looked upon his craft as likely to be of use chiefly in war, and lamented the fact that it would make all castles and strong-holds useless. He, of course, did not know the modern dictum, which has received so much confirmation from recent events, that the easier it is to wage war, and the more destructive war is when waged, the less we of necessity have of it. But then, of course, he only lived in the dark ages, before nineteenth-century civilization and breech-loaders were invented.

Francesco Lana de Terzi’s idea upper left

Unfortunately all these schemes break down in the flying part. Nobody as yet has managed to fly – at least more than a few yards, which has been accomplished – or to construct any machine capable of being guided in the air. A man can, by the help of a balloon, rise into the air, like a cork in the water, and then drift about at the mercy of the winds, but that is all; and it seems more than probable that he will never do any thing better. To prove the impossibility of such a thing is, indeed, not easy, as it never is to prove any impossibility; but there are a few obstacles in the way which seem almost insuperable.

In order to guide any machine through the air it is necessary that it should have some motion independent of that given it by the wind– some steerage-way, at all events. It is obvious that a boat simply drifting before a current can not be steered; the rudder in such a case is simply useless, and is only available when the boat has a definite motion in some particular direction independent of that given it by the stream. Some motion, then, independent of the wind, the balloon must have. Again, to be of any avail beyond checking its forward movement, such power must be capable of driving the balloon faster than the wind, or else it can only be of use in perfectly calm weather. Considering the amount of force required to move a body along the ground, with the leverage afforded by the solid earth, at a pace equal to that even of a light breeze, the power required to move any object in the air, with no better leverage than that given by the air itself, may easily be imagined. Suppose that an aerial ship could be made which would go twenty miles an hour in a perfect calm, that would be considered a sufficient feat; but in a breeze which moved at the rate of twenty miles an hour it could only be stationary, or, at most, move in a direction with the wind, but not exactly before it–with the wind on her quarter, to use a nautical expression. It is to be remembered that a balloon must of necessity be carried along entirely by the wind, so that, as regards the balloon, the wind has absolutely no relative motion. Aeronauts never feel any breeze whatever in a balloon, since it and the wind travel along precisely at the same pace. Hence it can not sail, as a boat does, in a direction at an acute angle to that of the wind, any more than a boat can drift in any direction but that of the current. The motion of the boat is the result of two forces acting upon it; the balloon is subjected only to one. The first thing needful, then, is to impart motion to the vessel which is to sail “with sublime dominion through the azure fields of air.” Until this can be done it is hopeless to think of directing it.

This puts balloons out of the question. It will probably never be possible to make a balloon which can lift any engine capable of moving it. The surface of a balloon is enormous; and to drive such a large mass–which is incapable, from its nature, of receiving momentum–through the air, would require an engine of immense power, and, therefore, of considerable weight. The only way of increasing the lifting power of a balloon is by increasing its size, and consequently its surface, and consequently, again, the power of its engine. This is a hopeless dilemma. Then a silk balloon is not strong enough to resist any pressure from the air; and no other material of equal lightness and sufficient strength is likely to be discovered. Any frame-work which would serve to strengthen the balloon, and enable it to keep its shape, would also be heavy. Lastly, the guiding machinery must be attached to the balloon itself, not to the car–so that the ordinary shape could not be employed; and the machine would have to be fish or boat shaped–an almost impossible form for a gas balloon.

trying to “impart [non-wind] motion to the vessel”

If, then, we are ever to rival the birds, it must be by aid of some mechanical means–some flying-machine. Numbers of these have been invented, but it hardly necessary to say that none of them have as yet been successful. No one has yet really discovered the principles on which birds fly, or on which it will be necessary to proceed before men can do the same. Any of these machines would doubtless, if successful, be very useful for purposes of fighting, but some few have been intended by their inventors chiefly for that object.

Among the most remarkable of these is one for which a patent was taken out, in 1855, by the Earl of Aldborough. This invention, if it could be brought to work, would of itself be quite sufficient to revolutionize the whole art of warfare; and balloons would by this time have taken the place of men-of-war, with the additional advantage of being equally useful over land and sea, which no ship could possibly be. Then the present war might have seen fulfilled the prediction of the poet of “Locksley Hall,” who, in fancy,

“Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain’d a ghastly dew
From the nations’ airy navies grappling in the central blue;
Far along the world-wide whisper of the south wind rushing warm,
With the standards of the people plunging through the thunder-storm.”

The specification of the patent in question describes a perfect armament of aerial vessels of warlike nature, which probably never existed even as models. Each of them is a sort of balloon, fitted with wings to be worked by hand and by a complicated arrangements of springs. Some are of the ordinary balloon shape, and have wings fastened to the car; others are in the shape of a boat. They are all to be raised by means of gas, and the wings are to be used only to impart horizontal motion and direction. How liable these machines are to all the objections mentioned above is obvious.

The armament of these vessels is complete. Guns and muskets are to be so placed as to utilize the recoil–how, is not said–while explosive shells are to be dropped from them. Some are even to be thinly armor-plated at top, that they may be safely protected from the attack of hostile vessels above. To each ship one or more “pilot-boats” are attached, for the purpose of guiding, landing passengers, etc., so that no convenience may be wanted.

lots of balloons – no armament

no armor

To ensure the safety of these marvelous ships a fortress is to be provided, guarded by a sort of chevaux de frise, arranged like the entrance to a mouse-trap, so as to allow vessels to go out, but impede the entry of any hostile ships. In order to admit friendly balloons the stakes of the chevaux de frise are moveable.

The invention is apparently the most complete in intention of any which would apply balloons to fighting uses. How utterly impracticable it is in all its execution is obvious. One or two others of like character have been patented, but one such is enough to mention–ex uno disce omnes. Still it is easy to laugh at the attempt after aerostation. The science may, after all, but be in its infancy; and some new source of motive power may yet be discovered which may lift us through the air. Till such discovery we must be content to go on destroying one another with the means we have–means, to judge of the present war, of very sufficient power.

Balloons weren’t used as weapons during the American Civil War, but they did have a military purpose. According to the American Battlefield Trust both the Confederacy and the Union experimented with using balloons for aerial reconnaissance, but The Union effort was more organized. Its Union Army Balloon Corps operated from 1861-1863 under the direction of Thaddeus S. C. Lowe. John LaMountain also reconnoitered in the air, mostly for General Benjamin F. Butler around Fort Monroe; he didn’t get along too well with Professor Lowe and was discharged in February 1862.

Prof. La Mountain, the Aeronaut, reconnoitering the rebel positions near Ft. Monroe

Balloon Camp, Gaines’ Mill, June 1, 1862

Civil War aircraft carrier on the Potomac

You can read about Thaddeus Lowe’s June 16, 1861 test ascent from where the National Air and Space Museum now stands at the Smithsonian. With the balloon tethered at 500 feet Professor Lowe, along with “telegrapher Herbert Robinson and George Burns, supervisor of the telegraph company,” sent President Lincoln what is said to be the first telegraph from the air.
According to Wikipedia, in “Locksley Hall” (published in 1842) Alfred Tennyson predicted “the rise of both civil aviation and military aviation in the following words:
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain’d a ghastly dew
From the nations’ airy navies grappling in the central blue;
Of course, by World War I flying machines were widely used as weapons. Airplanes were in the ascendancy, but the gas-filled zeppelins bombed Britain. The zeppelin’s creator, Ferdinand von Zeppelin was in the United States during the Civil War:
Ferdinand von Zeppelin served as an official observer with the Union Army during the American Civil War. During the Peninsular Campaign, he visited the balloon camp of Thaddeus S. C. Lowe shortly after Lowe’s services were terminated by the Army. Von Zeppelin then travelled to St. Paul, MN where the German-born former Army balloonist John Steiner offered tethered flights. His first ascent in a balloon, made at Saint Paul, Minnesota during this visit, is said to have been the inspiration of his later interest in aeronautics.
Zeppelin’s ideas for large airships were first expressed in a diary entry dated 25 March 1874. Inspired by a recent lecture given by Heinrich von Stephan on the subject of “World Postal Services and Air Travel”, he outlined the basic principle of his later craft: a large rigidly-framed outer envelope containing a number of separate gasbags.

von Zeppelin crouching, Fairfax Court House, June 1863

peaceful zeppelin

According to Wikipedia Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier took the first manned untethered balloon flight on the outskirts of Paris along with François Laurent d’Arlandes. Benjamin Franklin backs up the online encyclopedia’s statement that there were two aeronauts on the November 21st flight. He was serving as United States to France in 1783. At Project Gutenberg you can read the 1907 Benjamin Franklin and the First Balloons edited by Abbott Lawrence Rotch. This publication contains a series of letters from Mr. Franklin to Sir Joseph Banks, President of the Royal Society of London describing the balloon experiments from a tethered hydrogen-filled balloon ascent on August 27th, then the hot-air journeys on September 19 and November 21, through the first manned hydrogen balloon trip on December 1st. Benjamin Franklin might have been off by a day, but he does mention he visited with one of the two first hot-air aeronauts on November 21st: “One of these courageous Philosophers, the Marquis d’Arlandes, did me the honour to call upon me in the Evening after the Experiment, with Mr. Montgolfier the very ingenious Inventor. I was happy to see him safe. He informed me that they lit gently without the least Shock, and the Balloon was very little damaged.” He mentioned the reconnaissance possibilities: “This Method of filling the Balloon with hot Air is cheap and expeditious, and it is supposed may be sufficient for certain purposes, such as elevating an Engineer to take a View of an Enemy’s Army, Works, &c. conveying Intelligence into, or out of a besieged Town, giving Signals to distant Places, or the like.” And also philosophised: “This Experience is by no means a trifling one. It may be attended with important Consequences that no one can foresee. We should not suffer Pride to prevent our progress in Science. Beings of a Rank and Nature far superior to ours have not disdained to amuse themselves with making and launching Balloons, otherwise we should never have enjoyed the Light of those glorious objects that rule our Day & Night, nor have had the Pleasure of riding round the Sun ourselves upon the Balloon we now inhabit.”

Rozier and d’Arlandes flying November 21, 1783

same flight, in color

Montgolfier brothers

While the first manned hot air balloon flight occurred on November 21, 1783, the first manned hydrogen balloon flight took place on December 1, 1783. The hydrogen balloon also took off from Paris, and Benjamin Franklin also described that feat in a letter to Joseph Banks. This balloon was built by the Robert brothers. The aeronauts were one of the brothers and Jacques Charles

lift-off December 1, 1783

it’s a (big) bird

what goes up

According to Wikipedia war helped inspire the first hot air balloons: “Of the two brothers, it was Joseph who was first interested in aeronautics; as early as 1775 he built parachutes, and once jumped from the family house. He first contemplated building machines when he observed laundry drying over a fire incidentally form pockets that billowed upwards. Joseph made his first definitive experiments in November 1782 while living in Avignon. He reported some years later that he was watching a fire one evening while contemplating one of the great military issues of the day—an assault on the fortress of Gibraltar, which had proved impregnable from both sea and land. Joseph mused on the possibility of an air assault using troops lifted by the same force that was lifting the embers from the fire. He believed that the smoke itself was the buoyant part and contained within it a special gas, which he called “Montgolfier Gas”, with a special property he called levity, which is why he preferred smoldering fuel.”
Balloons were used for military reconnaissance at least by the 1794 Battle of Fleurus: “The French use of the reconnaissance balloon l’Entreprenant was the first military use of an aircraft that influenced the result of a battle.”

French air advantage

The French used balloons during the September 1870 – January 1871 Siege of Paris as part of two-way communication with the outside world. Balloons got information out of Paris; carrier pigeons brought messages back in. From Balloons, Airships, and Flying Machines by Gertrude Bacon (1905) (at Project Gutenberg (pages 73-78)):
But the time when the balloon was most largely and most usefully used in time of war was during the Siege of Paris. In the month of September 1870, during the Franco-Prussian War, Paris was closely invested by the Prussian forces, and for eighteen long weeks lay besieged and cut off from all the rest of the world. No communication with the city was possible either by road, river, rail, or telegraph, nor could the inhabitants convey tidings of their plight save by one means alone. Only the passage of the air was open to them.
Quite at the beginning of the siege it occurred to the Parisians that they might use balloons to escape from the beleaguered town, and pass over the heads of the enemy to safety beyond; and inquiry was at once made to discover what aeronautical resources were at their command.
It was soon found that with only one or two exceptions the balloons actually in existence within the walls were unserviceable or unsuitable for the work on hand, being mostly old ones which had been laid aside as worthless. One lucky discovery was, however, made. Two professional aeronauts, of well-proved experience and skill, were in Paris at the time. These were MM. Godard and Yon, both of whom had been in London only a short time before in connection with a huge captive balloon which was then being exhibited there. They at once received orders to establish two balloon factories, and begin making a large number of balloons as quickly as possible. For their workshops they were given the use of two great railway stations, then standing idle and deserted. No better places for the purpose could be imagined, for under the great glass roofs there was plenty of space, and the work went on apace.
As the balloons were intended to make only one journey each, plain white or coloured calico (of which there was plenty in the city), covered with quick-drying varnish, was considered good enough for their material. Hundreds of men and women were employed at the two factories; and altogether some sixty balloons were turned out during the siege. Their management was entrusted to sailors, who, of all men, seemed most fitted for the work. The only previous training that could be given them was to sling them up to the roof of the railway stations in a balloon car, and there make them go through the actions of throwing out ballast, dropping the anchor, and pulling the valve-line. This was, of course, very like learning to swim on dry land; nevertheless, these amateurs made, on the whole, very fair aeronauts.
But before the first of the new balloons was ready experiments were already being made with the few old balloons then in Paris. Two were moored captive at different ends of the town to act as observation stations from whence the enemy’s movements could be watched. Captive ascents were made in them every few hours. Meanwhile M. Duruof, a professional aeronaut, made his escape from the city in an old and unskyworthy balloon called “Le Neptune,” descending safely outside the enemy’s lines, while another equally successful voyage was made with two small balloons fastened together.
And then, as soon as the possibility of leaving Paris by this means was fully proved, an important new development arose. So far, as was shown, tidings of the besieged city could be conveyed to the outside world; but how was news from without to reach those imprisoned within? The problem was presently solved in a most ingenious way.
There was in Paris, when the siege commenced, a society or club of pigeon-fanciers who were specially interested in the breeding and training of “carrier” or “homing” pigeons. The leaders of this club now came forward and suggested to the authorities that, with the aid of the balloons, their birds might be turned to practical account as letter-carriers. The idea was at once taken up, and henceforward every balloon that sailed out of Paris contained not only letters and despatches, but also a number of properly trained pigeons, which, when liberated, would find their way back to their homes within the walls of the besieged city.
When the pigeons had been safely brought out of Paris, and fallen into friendly hands beyond the Prussian forces, there were attached to the tail feathers of each of them goose quills, about two inches long, fastened on by a silken thread or thin wire. Inside these were tiny scraps of photographic film, not much larger than postage stamps, upon which a large number of messages had been photographed by microscopic photography. So skilfully was this done that each scrap of film could contain 2500 messages of twenty words each. A bird might easily carry a dozen of these films, for the weight was always less than one gramme, or 15½ grains. One bird, in fact, arrived in Paris on the 3rd of February carrying eighteen films, containing altogether 40,000 messages. To avoid accidents, several copies of the same film were made, and attached to different birds. When any of the pigeons arrived in Paris their despatches were enlarged and thrown on a screen by a magic-lantern, then copied and sent to those for whom they were intended.
This system of balloon and pigeon post went on during the whole siege. Between sixty and seventy balloons left the city, carrying altogether nearly 200 people, and two and a half million letters, weighing in all about ten tons. The greater number of these arrived in safety, while the return journeys, accomplished by the birds, were scarcely less successful. The weather was very unfavourable during most of the time, and cold and fogs prevented many pigeons from making their way back to Paris. Of 360 birds brought safely out of the city by balloon only about 60 returned, but these had carried between them some 100,000 messages.
Of the balloons themselves two, each with its luckless aeronaut, were blown out to sea and never heard of more. Two sailed into Germany and were captured by the enemy, three more came down too soon and fell into the hands of the besieging army near Paris, and one did not even get as far as the Prussian lines. Others experienced accidents and rough landings in which their passengers were more or less injured. Moreover, each balloon which sailed by day from the city became at once a mark for the enemy’s fire; so much so that before long it became necessary to make all the ascents by night, under cover of darkness.
They were brave men indeed who dared face the perils of a night voyage in an untried balloon, manned by an unskilled pilot, and exposed to the fire of the enemy, into whose hands they ran the greatest risk of falling. It is small wonder there was much excitement in Paris when it became known that the first of the new balloons made during the siege was to take away no less a personage than M. Gambetta, the great statesman, who was at the time, and for long after, the leading man in France. He made his escape by balloon on the 7th of October, accompanied by his secretary and an aeronaut, and managed to reach a safe haven, though not before they had been vigorously fired at by shot and shell, and M. Gambetta himself had actually been grazed on the hand by a bullet.

M. Gambetta escapes

pigeon post

continued

Animals have helped humans explore space; Wikipedia sees the three balloon animals as precursor: “Animals had been used in aeronautic exploration since 1783 when the Montgolfier brothers sent a sheep, a duck, and a rooster aloft in a hot air balloon to see if ground-dwelling animals can survive (the duck serving as the experimental control).”
The material from Harper’s Weekly 1870 comes from the Internet Archive (on page 701 M. Gambetta is identified as one of the passengers escaping over the Prussian lines); you can read the editorial and all of the other 1871 Harper’s Weekly content at Hathi Trust.
From Wikimedia Commons: ChrisO’s 2004 photograph of a Reffye mitrailleuse at Les Invalides, Paris – the photo is licensed under Creative Commons; balloon air mail postcard – the manned balloon mail helped Paris communicate with the outside world during the Prussian siege of September 1870-January 1871; November 21, 1873 flight in a colorful Montgolfier balloon – it’s from one of the collecting sets at the Library of Congress; Bargès photo of the statue of the Montgolfier brothers in Annonay by Henri Louis Cordier (1853–1925) is licensed under Creative Commons; the Bataille de Fleurus 1794
From the Library of Congress: showing first balloon flight on September 19, 1783 with a sheep, a duck and a rooster as passengers; aeronautics from 1818 – the Montgolfiers’ balloon next to Father Lana’s floating boat; flying machines with some form of propulsion between 1885 and 1904; collecting card, left and right, the one on the right includes a representation of the use of a reconnaissance balloon at the 1794 Battle of Fleurus; John LaMountain reconnoitering near Fort Monroe from Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper August 31,1861; balloon camp at Gaines’ Mill; Count von Zeppelin with Union officers Fairfax Court House June 1863 – a well-read group, apparently enjoying Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, ; a Capitol visit, said to be by the Graf Zeppelin (1928-37); hot air flight on November 21, 1783; the first manned hydrogen balloon lift-off December 1, 1783; a surprise in the sky December 1, 1783; the first manned hydrogen balloon landing on December 1, 1783; the mitrailleuse mounted on a French airplane from the July 15, 1917 issue of the New York Tribune;
The image of the aircraft-carrying barge comes from the Naval History and Heritage Command: “Balloon Reconnaissance after Launch from the USS GEORGE WASHINGTON PARKE CUSTIS, Civil War Naval Aircraft Carrier, a Balloon ascends over the Potomac River, making reconnaissance of blockade, November 1861, near Budd’s Ferry below Mount Vernon. Drawing in Lowe Collection at National Archives.” George Washington Parke Custis‘s father was George Washington’s step-son; his daughter married Robert E. Lee.

mitrailleuse on a flying machine

  1. [1]According to several sources, including Benjamin Franklin, it was a two-man crew that ascended on November 21st
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nothing to see year

At least not over here. The Chicago Tribune used its January 1, 1871 issue to review the old year. According to the paper, the recent-history-perusing side of Janus would have been kind of bored looking at events in the United States:

THE OLD YEAR.

The past year has been, in this country, singularly barren of important events. Some of our social philosophers have laid down, as a law of the social forces, that when some one great convulsion or crime, like war, is putting forth its power, all lesser strifes cease. While our great convulsion was pending, Europe looked on a sympathizing and philosophical spectator; Frenchmen and Prussians wondered at the fierceness of the struggle; the alleged inadequacy of its cause; the supposed pusillanimity which seemed to be displayed by the beligerent [sic] which was taken most unawares at the outset, yet which finally prevailed; and ere long at the bloody and unflinching persistence and slaughter with which it was sustained on both sides. The London Punch, which began by ridiculing our bloodless battles, ended by a cartoon, in which two Europeans, looking across the Atlantic, anxious to know if the war had ended. The observer with the longest glass assured the other that it would not end for some time, as he could still see a few able-bodied men left. So we look on at the Franco-Prussian conflict, around which all the world gathers, aghast and peaceful. How easily could disinterested parties settle their neighbors’ quarrels, and how evident it is that they alone should have the settlement of them. The two first of European nations — each foremost in its advances of science, industry, literature and art — have plunged into mortal strife with as little reason and the same motives as might actuate a street fight between two newsboys, and millions of wealth and hundreds of thousands of lives will be sacrificed, solely because, as Mr. Sumner states it, nations have not yet advanced beyond tho duel as tribunal.

1870 action: more war … over there

dueling nations

It is yet too early to declare that the apparent downfall of the empire has led to the establishment of a republic in France. … [the other great event in the old year was the adoption of the dogma of papal infallibility during the First Vatican Council. The paper disagreed with the doctrine and referred to Charles Dickens, who passed away in June 1870: While the six hundred priests gathered at Rome were determining whether a clever Bishop of Italy taught infallibly the law of love; the millions themselves turned aside and bowed with grateful tears over tho grave of Charles Dickens, conscious, and yet unconscious, that he had taught them more of the law of law than any Pope in Rome.]

… In our own country it is not too much to say that the most important events have been the adoption of the Fifteenth Amendment and of a new and model constitution by the State of Illinois. The nation is too intent on restoring the industries which were prostrated by the war, reviving our national credit, and the value of our currency, paying off our debt and diminishing our taxation, to have time or interest for sensations. We are passing through our financial “March to the Sea,” a slow, long agony of excessive taxation, straightened economies, general depression, though without actual suffering. In a word, we are realizing all the slow torture of earning and paying our way out of debt. All financial discussions come to this at last, that the only thing to be done with our debts is to earn the money by hard work and pay them off. It is not a pastime. It it a thorny, and aggravating, and excessively hard road to travel. But here again there rises out of the mist [?] of human history an overshadowing and mysterious Presence, declaring, as a sentence of retributive justice, that for every drop of blood wrung, through the years oppression, by the lash, there shall flow another by the sword, and every dollar of wealth gathered from the unpaid toil of the slave shall be offset by an equal sum in the debt incurred for his emancipation. We have paid the penalty in blood. We have still to pay the penalty in treasure. For however it may be with individuals, nations, with unerring fidelity, bear the burden of their own transgressions.

black men can vote!

Happily we have now every prospect of lightening our burden rapidly with each year, and of maintaining meanwhile a degree of national prosperity that, on the whole, has not always been exceeded when our load was far less. Every decade adds ten millions of people to our republican empire. Every test has strengthened our republic among earthly powers. Under its protecting shield a more rapid and general progress is being made in wealth, culture, religion, art, and science, than was ever before made by the same number of people. Our own section of the country is participating fully in this marvellous progress. Our own city of Chicago is striding forward –

“To her throne amid the marts,”

with a rapidity unexampled in the history of cities. Republican palaces are rising around us on every street. Edifices, modelled after the residences of the crowned heads of Europe in their order of architecture, are rising on our central streets, and will be devoted to the purposes of commerce, or the wants of travel — thus reasserting, in stone and iron, the essential truth of the sovereignty of the people. Where the people resort, there are our palaces; and none in the world are vaster or more permanent. In all these exhibitions of progress there is not merely the toil of the effort, but the enjoyment of success. Side by side with the temples of trade, and not less costly, are those of art, of song, of worship, and of amusement. These are significant proofs that our enterprise is not sordid, but that our success is human, and that, hand-in-hand with it, go all the amenities, graces, and enjoyments of a true life. Trusting that all these may fall within the experience of our readers, one and all, we tender them gratefully and cordially the wish of the hour — a Happy New Year.

Chicago – bigger and better

In Columbia, South Carolina The Daily Phoenix used its January 1st editorial to look ahead with a grim determination:

Columbia, S.C. 1865

1871 – The New Year.
This morning ushers in a new year. The year 1870 has passed away, with its numerous and diverse incidents, individual and national – with its record, religious, social and political. What is past, we cannot recall. But we are wise, if reviewing the past in the spirit of a sober inquiry, we shall resolve to analyze it truthfully, to study its great lessons and to derive benefit from the review. The year just passed away has been an eventful one for the nations. It has been an eventful one for many an individual. But it is gone – passed away – with its hopes and fears, with its births and deaths, with its disasters and victories. A new year is upon the individual, the nation, the world. It comes with its grave responsibilities. It comes with its great duties. We cannot say that here in South Carolina it comes under very fair auspices. Whilst doubtless we have had cause to be grateful for calamities withheld and blessings received, yet there is much in the political and industrial world in which we live to arouse our anxieties. The skies are not so bright, and our surroundings are not so agreeable as we might desire. But yet, after all, is our duty the same, That duty is obvious. It is to banish all traitorous doubts, and in faith and hope to work on. We have our responsibilities to meet – our responsibilities to God, our country and our families. These must be met and discharged. Let them be met earnestly, hopefully and perseveringly, to the end that they may be discharged efficiently and victoriously. We have victories to win, and God helping, we shall win them – victories over ourselves, by which we shall be made better, wiser and purer – victories over the forces of nature, by which our material progress shall be quickened – victories over the depressing political influences around and over us, by which the State shall be redeemed and re-established.

To those duties we respectfully and earnestly summon our readers. In this spirit of faith, hope and work, we ask them and ourselves to begin the duties of the New Year.

William W. Belknap during war

The rather somber theme continued in the nation’s capital. According to the December 31, 1870 edition of The New-York Times, the annual New Year’s reception at the White House was cancelled:

Special Dispatch to the New-York Times.

WASHINGTON, Dec. 30.—In consequence of the death of Mrs. BELKNAP, the programme for the official reception by the President on Monday has been withdrawn. The several Cabinet Ministers have also given notice that there will be no receptions at their respective residences. This will serve to materially check the customary festivities of New-Year’s Day. The action of the President is criticised in some quarters; but as his action is bound to be criticised in any event, a majority of thoughtful people will be glad to see in this a recognition of an event which brings great grief to a member of his official family, and which could not go unrecognized without an imputation of heartlessness and indifference. The funeral of Mrs. BELKNAP will take place on Sunday at 2 o’clock P.M. The pall-bearers selected are Secretary Fish, Secretary Robeson, Gen. Sherman, Gen. Ricketts, Judge Miller, United States Supreme Court; C.P. Marsh, Esq., of New-York; Gen. Horace Porter, Commodore Alden, Gen. Michler and W. S.Huntington, Esq.[1]

Horace Porter on far right

Mrs. Belknap would have been the second wife of Secretary of War William W. Belknap – “she died of tuberculosis shortly after childbirth in December 1870.”
According to the White House Historical Society the New Year’s Day reception was an (almost) annual tradition from 1801 to 1932. The site says that there wasn’t a reception the eight years before 1922.

waiting to shake hands with the president

January 2, 1922

In its January 2, 1871 issue the Richmond Daily Dispatch acknowledged the grimness of events during the last fifteen years (As if the war wasn’t bad enough, on April 27, 1870 a second-floor courtroom collapsed, killing at least 60 people) but believed the bad things had helped Richmond’s citizens develop fortitude and self-reliance. The paper saw a bright future given the city’s natural resources and improving railroad ties.
According to Wikipedia, there was a recession in the United States from June 1869-December 1870. The Chicago Tribune editorial above mentioned the nation’s financial “March to the Sea.” According to Burton W. Folsom at Foundation for Economic Education that march was quite successful:
The starting point here is the decision after the Civil War to reduce the $2.7 billion national debt. From 1866 to 1893, the U.S. government had budget surpluses each year and slashed the national debt to $961 million. Annual revenue during these years was about $350 million and expenses were about $270 million—most of which consisted of Civil War pensions and interest on the national debt.
One reason the federal budgets tended to be lower in the 1880s than in the 1860s and 1870s was that interest payments on the debt declined sharply as the debt disappeared. For example, the annual interest on the national debt dropped from $146 million in 1866 to only $23 million in 1893. The generation that fought the Civil War became the politicians of the Gilded Age, and they had the fortitude to wipe out almost two-thirds of the Civil War debt.
Why couldn’t the government just given everybody $2,000 and be done with it?
Harper’s Weekly provided lots of news about the Franco-Prussian War. You can see and read all of 1870 at the Internet Archive. George N. Barnard’s 1865 photograph of Columbia in ruins comes from the National Archives via Wikimedia – the destruction occurred after General William T. Sherman’s Union army took the city in February 1865.
From the Library of Congress: The Fifteenth amendment; New Year’s Day waiting line from an unknown year; line on January 2, 1922 – like 1871, January 1st fell on Sunday; General William W. Belknap; General Grant and staffHorace Porter: “From April 4, 1864 to July 25, 1866, Porter was aide-de-camp to General Ulysses S. Grant with the grade of lieutenant colonel in the regular army. On July 17, 1866, President Andrew Johnson nominated Porter for appointment as brevet brigadier general, to rank from March 13, 1866, and the U.S. Senate confirmed the appointment on July 23, 1866. From July 25, 1866 to March 4, 1869, Porter was aide-de-camp to General Ulysses S. Grant with the grade of colonel in the regular army.”; Bird’s-eye-view of Chicago from 1857; commercial calendar

Have a resolute new year!

  1. [1]The New York Times The Complete Front Pages 1851-2008. New York: Black Dog and Leventhal Publishers Inc., 2008. DVD.
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guns and egg-nog

And the firecrackers look like fun, too

As Reconstruction was presumably trudging on, a New York City newspaper provided its readers with a couple glimpses of Christmas celebrations from the land down under, down under the Mason-Dixon line. From Harper’s Weekly December 31, 1870:

that holiday tradition

yahoo!

The pics piqued my curiosity, so I looked through a couple southern newspapers. I didn’t notice any specific mention of egg-nog in the December 25, 1870 issue of Columbia, South Carolina’s The Daily Phoenix, but I did notice Fire Crackers in an ad for some of the good things of the season, and the ad did include some possible egg-nog ingredients. An editorial used the Christmas story to urge its relatively well-off readers, including children, to share with the poor. Sharing children might find “the richest happiness of the day.” The paper touched on Reconstruction: “The weather has become thoroughly reconstructed, if the people have not. For the past two days it has been terribly cold. The butchers, yesterday morning, were forced to cut steaks with a saw and liver with a hatchet.”

some good Christmas goods

1870 years ago still pertinent to-day

that Yankee wind blows icy cold

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Egg-nogg was mentioned in the December 24, 1870 issue of The Charleston Daily News. The author imagined a Christmas Eve party after the little ones had gone to bed. The younger adults were dancing and playing blind-man’s-bluff, while the old people sat by the fire and further warmed themselves by “sipping their egg-nogg or steaming apple-jack”

From The Charleston Daily News on December 24, 1870:

Christmas.

To-morrow is Christmas: the day of days; when the sublime harmonies which nineteen centuries ago sounded on the plains of Bethlehem are echoed in the souls of Christian millions; when the memory of the great Evangel blunts the edge of bitter sorrow; when age drives cankering care away, and youth beholds a myriad hopeful gleams in the uncertain vistas of the future!

For five years the South has struggled to heal the wounds of horrid war. The people have worked with dogged energy that they might wrest fortune from the iron teeth of adversity. It is true that the prospect is not as bright as when the summer heats ripened the silvered soil. But the people know their power. Blows and buffets have strengthened their moral fibre. They have learned the sweet uses of affliction. They, feel that, in God’s good time, self-reliance, self-reverence and self-control will give them the crowning victory.

Yet the thronging memories of four years of carnage are not obliterated by the events of five years of peace. In every breast there lingers the remembrance of martyred saints, who, in the flash of manhood or with the snows of winter on their brow, fought and bled under the gleaming banner whose stars have faded from our sight – whose cross we would gladly bear forever. These knightly soldiers – our comrades, our brothers, fathers, sons – taught the South, by their death, a lesson of endurance and fortitude, of courageous perseverance and unselfish devotion, whose fruit will live whatever else may die.

no, really

Cheerfully as we may, then, let us turn to the Christmas merry-making. It is a season of kindness and love; of charity and peace. The poor have a peculiar claim; they depend upon their prosperous neighbors for their Christmas festival. And this is the time when the sinning and the sinned against may pluck the bitterness from their hearts, and forgive as they expect to be forgiven. For them who cherish animosity and nurse their anger, however just it seem, there is no happy Christmas.

Faith in Providence, hope for the future, charity towards all men – these are the Christmas gifts which will, we trust, be found on the morrow in every home in the State.

Our Christmas Carol.

“Our song we’ll troll out for Christmas stout,
The hearty, the true and the bold;
A bumper we’ll drain, and with might and main
Give three cheers for this Christmas old.
We’ll usher him in with a merry din,
That shall gladden his joyous heart,
And we’ll keep him up while there’s bite or sup,
And in fellowship good we’ll part.”

Thank God for this returning anniversary – happy, happy Christmas; the season of all others that lights not only the fire of hospitality in the hall, but the flame of charity in the heart; the season that wins us back to the delusions of childish days, recalls to the old man the pleasures or his youth, and warms the fireside with memories of the tender, and the true. Yes, it is the only anniversary in all the year not forced upon mankind by proclamation: the only one which, in the lessons of the hour, teaches more of human sympathy and Christian love than half the homilies ever written by half the divines that have ever lived.

That man must indeed be a misanthropic sinner, who, apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, can think of Christmas time as any other than a good time – a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time – when men and women seem, by one consent, to open their sealed-up hearts and think of the people around them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave.

What sweeter I thought, too, than that there is at least one day in the year when you are sure of being welcomed wherever you go, and of having, as it were, the world thrown open to you. True, the past may be hung in mourning. Vacant chairs may be around the fireside;
the footsteps of prattling little ones may no longer lightly print tho ground; father, mother, brother, sister or husband may be celebrating their eternal Christmas before “the Jasper Throne.” Perhaps the looks of friendship that shone so brightly once have ceased to glow; the hands we grasped have grown cold; the eyes we sought have hid their lustre in the grave; yet there will come to us to-morrow “glad tidings” of even those who have gone before. The old home, the room, the merry faces, circumstances the must minute and trivial, will crowd upon our mind as if the last assemblage had been but yesterday; hope will build new fires upon the altar of the heart, and love will gather there to be renewed in the fresh and genial warmth.

Let Christmas, then, be fruitful in its joys. Let the averted faces with which we have met old friends be changed to smiles. Among the red berries and holly bushes, among the turkeys, geese and game, the pigs, sausages and oysters, the puddings, pies and punches – among emblems of the blessed season hung in every sanctuary, hall and kitchen – let us hold funeral service over all petty jealousies and private wrongs, and so bury forever the animosities that deform our human nature. At best our hearts need correcting as much as ever did the first proof of a printer’s devil, and before life’s edition is worked off another year for exportation to eternity, why ought we not to resolve that the errors which now mar the sullied page shall not stand against us when the volume of our history is finally revised by the Author of the universe? Thanking God, then, for present blessings, let us use them as the best of besoms to sweep out litter from the attics and cellars of our poor human nature, and brush down the cobwebs of care that have gathered in its dark corners. Nor should we extend these favors to the body, and, as it were, put a clean shirt upon the soul, for the reason that “to-morrow we die;” but we are to do these in remembrance of the time when a sin-sick world first began to experience the cheering symptoms of convalescence.

To-morrow the civilized world – all peoples and nations, knit together by a mighty thought – will become one great family. Happy bells will send as their greetings to each Christmas fire –

“Good will and peace! peace and good will!
The burden of the Advent Song.”

And in a myriad of homes, the same festival that every year has stirred the heart of mankind, will again gather youth and age around the happy fireside.

A Christmas family party! What magic there is in the name. What man or woman, sending memory on its grateful errand, does not linger with a Hush of happiness upon the associations that are recalled. The coming home from school, tho greeting of parents, brothers, sisters, cousins and aunts; the welcome of the old-time nurse in her fresh bandana and immaculate neckerchief; the roaring fires in the parlors and bed-rooms; the wonderful hampers, and the handsome girls hooded and booted for any sort of Christmas fun. And Christmas Eve! How the great tree – very mighty in our young imagination – planted in the middle of the table, sparkles with its multitude of little tapers that find reflection in our dancing eyes, while we wait for the distribution of the toys, that peep like fairies from among the leaves. Grandpapa and grandmama are there; brothers who have just come from school and college; uncles from the cities, and maiden aunts, with pockets full of love and bon-bons. By-and-by, bed-time arrives, and we little ones are sent to dream of Santa Claus, and wonder what our stockings will be freighted with, when at daylight we hurry from our trundles to the chimney jam. The evening concludes with the time-honored Christmas dance, and a glorious game of blind-man’s-bluff, in which the pretty girls take refuge behind the window curtains, and get mad if you fail to make your eliptical salutes with a vim. The old people, all delight, sit in the cosiest corner of the fire-place, and sipping their egg-nogg or steaming apple-jack, watch with glistening eyes the lively youngsters who remind them of Merry Christmas long ago. King among the musicians is the hoary-headed old Ethiopean, who has played dance-music in the family for a quarter of a century, and tonight, all mellowness, he scrapes his fiddle until it shrieks with fifty stomach aches; while dusky house-servants, peeping in at the windows and door-ways, keep time with nimble feet to the jollity of the hour, and all goes “merry as a music bell.” And so ends Christmas Eve, but only to usher in the cheerfulness of the day to come. And that day! Ah, how crowded with memories. Memories of a home-gathering of all the accessible members of the family circle; of home ties renewed, and love warming every heart. Memories of your mother, who, with tender thoughtfulness, and grateful for her own pleasure, has sent heaping baskets of good things to the families of her poor neighbors, who, but for her largesse, would have had no Christmas. Memories of the last Christmas blessing ever asked by him who presided; of a room all aglow with ruddy light, and a board spread with such an array of feathered phenomenon in every stage of sissing excellence, gigantic puddings blazing in brandy, and choice wines, with the bouquet of whole generations in them, as make us think, in these changed times, we have been living in a dream.

But no! Christmas is just as real to us to-day as it ever was to our forefathers. Our children will recall its happy scenes, just as we gather the tangled ends of our own reminiscences. Friends are as true, and affections as tender around us, now, as when we ourselves were budding into serious men and women; and if we do our duty, changed as may be our circumstances, the season will preserve all its sacred charm for us and our little ones; and the lesson will continue to be written upon our hearts- “This do in remembrance of Me!” And so, a Merry Christmas to you all, and GOD BLESS US, EVERY ONE!

Remember the Poor.

The season of gladness is upon us. In happy homes to-day begins the rosy reign of mirth and jollity and innocent rejoicing. The Christmas tree is already blossoming in some hidden recess with its wondrous, but, as yet, forbidden fruit. The blithe and expectant little ones are making ready to hang their stockings by the chimney-piece, with grave misgivings as to their capacity to hold the good things to be distributed in the night-time by the slyly-generous Santa Claus. Families are everywhere gleeful with the anticipation of merry gatherings around the plenteous board and festive libations from the foaming bowl. Bleak and wintry though the sky be out of doors, around the hearthstone joy and comfort and social happiness rule the hour.

But not to all homes will Christmas bring the appropriate merry makings and delights. Right here, in this good old City of Charleston, there is many a family whose desolate hearth glows not, even in this bitter weather, with the ruddy blaze of the yule log, or of any substitute, and to whom one plain hearty meal would be a Christmas feast indeed. To these unfortunates, too many of whom have known better days, let each man, woman and child, who reads these lines at the breakfast table this Christmas Eve, give something better than mere sympathy. There are several noble relief societies in our community, ready and anxious to relieve the charitable of the trouble and responsibility of seeking out the distressed and really deserving poor. The Fuel Society, especially, crave assistance to-day; and the biting December blasts dismally second their pleading. Any Christmas offerings, either in money or fuel, that may be sent to the office of THE NEWS will be promptly placed at the disposal of the good ladies of the society.

You can find Harper’s Weekly for all of 1870 at the Internet Archive – the two pictures below are also from December 31st. From the Library of Congress: sheet music; Currier & Ives’ graphic greeting. According to Wikipedia southerner George Washington “served an eggnog-like drink to visitors” – the drink included four different types of alcohol. Tiny Tim said, “God bless us, every one!” in A Christmas Carol – author Charles Dickens died on June 9, 1870.

Christmas is for children

holidays cheer

Merry Christmas (New York : Published by Currier & Ives, 125 Nassau St., [1876])

traditional greeting

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temple tussle

American patriot (South)

American patriot (North)

The day before the 1860 U.S. presidential election the governor of South Carolina advised secession in the event of Abraham Lincoln’s probable victory. Thanks to the telegraph, that news got up North very quickly. On Election Day, November 6, 1860, The New-York Times headlined “Immediate Secession Recommended by the Governor of South Carolina,” and included letters from Virginia, Alabama, Tennessee, and Mississippi assessing disunion sentiment. With Mr. Lincoln’s election, another New York City publication, Harper’s Weekly, seemed to anticipate disunion by providing images of Charleston, South Carolina; “memories of the Union;” Savannah, Georgia; the defenses of the City of New York; Washington, D.C. (“in view of the momentous discussions which are now going on at the Federal Capital”).

Charleston

Savannah cemetery

the rebels are coming?

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As southern states decided if they would secede from the Union, a dispute reportedly broke out at a public meeting in Boston about whether the anniversary of violent abolitionist John Brown’s execution should be publicly commemorated. Some people at the meeting were concerned about offending Virginia, a populous slave state that, unlike the deep South, gave its 1860 Electoral College votes to John Bell and the Constitutional Union Party, not John Breckinridge of the breakaway southern Democrats.

page 788

From the December 15, 1860 issue of Harper’s Weekly:

AFFRAY IN BOSTON.

WE publish on page 788, from a sketch by a person who was present, a picture of the riot which took place on December 3, in Tremont Temple, Boston, on the occasion of the attempt of Garrison, Redpath, Sanborn, Douglass, and other abolitionists to celebrate the anniversary of the execution of John Brown. No sooner had the abolitionists appeared in the hall than a number of citizens of Boston proceeded to organize the meeting. This was resisted by the abolitionists and a scuffle ensued; but the Union men carried their point, and organized the meeting by electing Mr. Fay chairman. A calm speech was delivered by Mr. Fay, in spite of frequent interruptions by Fred Douglass, and the following resolutions were put up and carried:

“Whereas, That it is fitting upon the occasion of the anniversary of the execution of John Brown, for his piratical and bloody attempt to create an insurrection among the slaves of the State of Virginia, for the people of this Commonwealth to assemble, and express their horror of the man and of the principles which led to the foray; therefore it is
Resolved, 1. That no virtuous and law-abiding citizen of this Commonwealth ought to countenance, sympathize, or hold communion with, any man who believes that John Brown and his aiders and abettors in that nefarious enterprise were right in any sense of that word.
“2. That the present perilous juncture in our political affairs, in which our existence as a nation is imperiled, requires of every citizen who loves his country to come forward and to express his sense of the value of the Union, alike important to the free labor of the North, the slave labor of the South, and to the interests of commerce, manufactures, and agriculture of the world.
“3. That we tender to our brethern in Virginia our warmest thanks for the conservative spirit they have manifested, notwithstanding the unprovoked and lawless attack made upon them by John Brown and his associates, acting if not with the connivance, at least with the sympathy of a few fanatics of the Northern States, and that we hope they will still continue to aid in opposing the fanaticism which is even now attempting to subvert the Constitution and the Union.
“4. That the people of this city have submitted too long in allowing irresponsible individuals and political demagogues of every description to hold public meetings to disturb the public peace and misrepresent us abroad. They have become a nuisance, which in self-defense we are determined shall henceforward be summarily abated.
“4. [sic] That a copy of these resolutions be sent to each of the persons named in the coll[?] for this meeting.”

After the passage of the resolutions, speeches were made by Fred Douglass and others, and the meeting ended in the expulsion from the hall of the abolitionists and negroes by sheer force.

above the fray

the fray

a more peaceful temple, 1881

According to the December 4, 1860 issue of The New-York Times, the public was invited to the programmes to celebrate John Brown’s death. Apparently a lot of the public that showed up were against the abolitionist celebration; they tried to take over the meeting. Things got out of hand and eventually the police “cleared the hall and locked the doors.” The abolitionists changed venues:

After the Chairman had pronounced the meeting dissolved, FRED. DOUGLASS, SANBORN and a few others, manifested some resistance to the police, and were ejected from the platform and hall. During the uproar Rev. J. STELLA MARTIN announced that a meeting would be held in his church in the evening. In response to this announcement the Baptist Church (colored) in Joy-street, was filled at an early hour. The edifice was small, end a large proportion of the audience were black. Here WENDELL PHILLIPS, JOHN BROWN, Jr., FRED. DOUGLASS and other leading John Brown sympathizers ventilated their opinions freely, with little interruption. A woman named CHAPMAN appeared to preside. Several policemen were stationed in the Church. Outside there was an immense crowd, and a strong force of police. The disturbance was confined to noisy demonstrations, though the crowd seemed very anxious to get hold of REDPATH.

The meeting broke up at about 10 o’clock, and the audience dispersed quietly. Some of the leading spirits were hooted at in passing through the outside crowd, but no violence was committed.

FRANK. B. SANBORN was acting President of the meeting. In anticipation of a possible riot, the Second Battalion of Infantry was held in readiness at their Armory by order of the Mayor. The Police force however was amply sufficient, and the day and evening passed simply with a good-natured, but quite patriotic excitement.

The Richmond Daily Dispatch covered the Tremont meeting in it’s December 3, 1860 issue. On November 27th the newspaper published a letter from Pennsylvania governor William F. Packer to the meeting organizers:

ABOLITIONISM REBUKED.

–A letter having been addressed by James Redpath to Gov. Packer , of Pennsylvania, inviting him to participate in a meeting at Tremont Temple, in Boston, on the anniversary of the execution of John Brown , Governor P. promptly returned the invitation with the subjoined reply written on a blank page of Mr. Redpath’s letter:

LETTER
Executive Department, Harrisburg, Pa., Nov, 21, 1860. Sir:

–In my opinion, the young men whose names are attached to the foregoing letter would better serve God and their country by attending to their own business. John Brown was rightfully hanged. and his life should be a warning to others having similar proc [sic]

Wm. F. Packer , Governor of Pennsylvania.

death’s in the air

In his account of the tumultuous meeting, William S. McFeely writes that the unionists who took over the Tremont gathering were supporters of the Constitutional Union party. Frederick Douglass was the main antagonist to the unionists and it was only after he was first ejected from the hall by the police that the unionists passed the resolutions. He then came back by another door and continued the argument until the police again removed the abolitionists. During the night meeting at J. Sella Martin’s church, Mr. Douglass “advocated a course of action even more subversive than John Brown’s insurrection: ‘We must … reach the slaveholder’s conscience through his fear of personal danger. We must make him feel that there is death in the air around him, that there is death in the pot before him, that thee is death all around him.’ … he called for encouraging more slaves to run away, and revived the old dream that the Appalachian mountains could become a haven for them. ‘I believe in agitation,’ … with uncharacteristic bitterness, he declared, ‘The only way to make the Fugitive Slave Law a dead letter, is to make a few dead slave catchers.'” Mr. Douglass included war as one of the methods to end slavery.[1]

Frederick Douglass alluded to Massachusetts and New England in a May 30, 1881 address about John Brown at Storer College in Harper’s Ferry:
… The difficulty in doing justice to the life and character of such a man is not altogether due to the quality of the zeal, or of the ability brought to the work, nor yet to any imperfections in the qualities of the man himself; the state of the moral atmosphere about us has much to do with it. The fault is not in our eyes, nor yet in the object, if under a murky sky we fail to discover the object. Wonderfully tenacious is the taint of a great wrong. The evil, as well as “the good that men do, lives after them.” Slavery is indeed gone; but its long, black shadow yet falls broad and large over the face of the whole country. It is the old truth oft repeated, and never more fitly than now, “a prophet is without honor in his own country and among his own people.” Though more than twenty years have rolled between us and the Harper’s Ferry raid, though since then the armies of the nation have found it necessary to do on a large scale what John Brown attempted to do on a small one, and the great captain who fought his way through slavery has filled with honor the Presidential chair, we yet stand too near the days of slavery, and the life and times of John Brown, to see clearly the true martyr and hero that he was and rightly to estimate the value of the man and his works. Like the great and good of all ages—the men born in advance of their times, the men whose bleeding footprints attest the immense cost of reform, and show us the long and dreary spaces, between the luminous points in the progress of mankind,—this our noblest American hero must wait the polishing wheels of after-coming centuries to make his glory more manifest, and his worth more generally acknowledged. Such instances are abundant and familiar. If we go back four and twenty centuries, to the stately city of Athens, and search among her architectural splendor and her miracles of art for the Socrates of to-day, and as he stands in history, we shall find ourselves perplexed and disappointed. In Jerusalem Jesus himself was only the “carpenter’s son”—a young man wonderfully destitute of worldly prudence—a pestilent fellow, “inexcusably and perpetually interfering in the world’s business,”—”upsetting the tables of the money-changers”—preaching sedition, opposing the good old religion—”making himself greater than Abraham,” and at the same time “keeping company” with very low people; but behold the change! He was a great miracle-worker, in his day, but time has worked for him a greater miracle than all his miracles, for now his name stands for all that is desirable in government, noble in life, orderly and beautiful in society. That which time has done for other great men of his class, that will time certainly do for John Brown. The brightest gems shine at first with subdued light, and the strongest characters are subject to the same limitations. Under the influence of adverse education and hereditary bias, few things are more difficult than to render impartial justice. Men hold up their hands to Heaven, and swear they will do justice, but what are oaths against prejudice and against inclination! In the face of high-sounding professions and affirmations we know well how hard it is for a Turk to do justice to a Christian, or for a Christian to do justice to a Jew. How hard for an Englishman to do justice to an Irishman, for an Irishman to do justice to an Englishman, harder still for an American tainted by slavery to do justice to the Negro or the Negro’s friends. “John Brown,” said the late Wm. H. Seward, “was justly hanged.” “John Brown,” said the late John A. Andrew, “was right.” It is easy to perceive the sources of these two opposite judgments: the one was the verdict of slave-holding and panic-stricken Virginia, the other was the verdict of the best heart and brain of free old Massachusetts. One was the heated judgment of the passing and passionate hour, and the other was the calm, clear, unimpeachable judgment of the broad, illimitable future.
There is, however, one aspect of the present subject quite worthy of notice, for it makes the hero of Harper’s Ferry in some degree an exception to the general rules to which I have just now adverted. Despite the hold which slavery had at that time on the country, despite the popular prejudice against the Negro, despite the shock which the first alarm occasioned, almost from the first John Brown received a large measure of sympathy and appreciation. New England recognized in him the spirit which brought the pilgrims to Plymouth rock and hailed him as a martyr and saint. True he had broken the law, true he had struck for a despised people, true he had crept upon his foe stealthily, like a wolf upon the fold, and had dealt his blow in the dark whilst his enemy slept, but with all this and more to disturb the moral sense, men discerned in him the greatest and best qualities known to human nature, and pronounced him “good.” Many consented to his death, and then went home and taught their children to sing his praise as one whose “soul is marching on” through the realms of endless bliss. One element in explanation of this somewhat anomalous circumstance will probably be found in the troubled times which immediately succeeded, for “when judgments are abroad in the world, men learn righteousness.” …
You can read his entire speech at Project Gutenberg. The pamphlet’s introduction refers to the Tremont Temple disturbance in 1860:
In substance, this address, now for the first time published, was prepared several years ago, and has been delivered in many parts of the North. Its publication now in pamphlet form is due to its delivery at Harper’s Ferry, W. Va., on Decoration day, 1881, and to the fact that the proceeds from the sale of it are to be used toward the endowment of a John Brown Professorship in Storer College, Harper’s Ferry—an institution mainly devoted to the education of colored youth.
That such an address could be delivered at such a place, at such a time, is strikingly significant, and illustrates the rapid, vast and wonderful changes through which the American people have been passing since 1859. Twenty years ago Frederick Douglass and others were mobbed in the city of Boston, and driven from Tremont Temple for uttering sentiments concerning John Brown similar to those contained in this address. Yet now he goes freely to the very spot where John Brown committed the offense which caused all Virginia to clamor for his life, and without reserve or qualification, commends him as a hero and martyr in the cause of liberty. This incident is rendered all the more significant by the fact that Hon. Andrew Hunter, of Charlestown,—the District Attorney who prosecuted John Brown and secured his execution,—sat on the platform directly behind Mr. Douglass during the delivery of the entire address and at the close of it shook hands with him, and congratulated him, and invited him to Charlestown (where John Brown was hanged), adding that if Robert E. Lee were living, he would give him his hand also.


“The hanging of John Brown took place at 11:30 a.m., December 2, 1859, in a field just outside Charles Town. “

You learn about John Brown’s trial at Professor Douglas O. Linder’s Famous Trials
Abolitionist John Sella Martin was born into slavery in North Carolina. After the American Civil War he moved back South and worked in education and politics.
I didn’t know about American Revolutionary War soldier William Jasper, but that would explain the pseudonym of The New-York Times‘s antebellum correspondent from Charleston.
From Wikimedia Commons: Boston from a hot air balloon on October 13, 1860; temple organ 1881; DASonnenfeld’s 2015 photo of the statue of John Brown and the African-American boy is licensed under Creative Commons (“Larger than lifesize, bronze sculpture of John Brown and African-American youth, by Joseph P. Pollia. Installed at John Brown’s Farm, near Lake Placid, New York, 1935. Commissioned by the John Brown Memorial Association.”) – you can see a picture of the statue on its pedestal at Uncovering New York
From the Library of Congress: the page with the two drawings of Frederick Douglass from a set called “Election posters. Ward 5, Boston. 1860”; Frederick Douglass photograph from 1862; young girl looking at John Brown’s grave – it looks like the other names are Captain John Brown, who died in 1776, and Oliver, who died from wounds received during the Harpers Ferry raid – his remains were returned to the family in 1899; new steamship line
All the 1860 Harper’s Weekly comes from the Internet Archive.
The illustration of John Brown’s execution comes from The National Park Service’s John Brown’s Raid at Project Gutenberg.

still a-moldering

still standing

high hopes (BOSTON, December 3d, 1860.)

I’m not getting any faster. The Tremont Temple commemoration was only a day after the anniversary of the hanging. It’s twenty days since the 160th anniversary of the Tremont fracas. I lost some of the dramatic effect of southern states pondering secession as December began. South Carolina promulgated an ordinance of secession on December 20, 1860 … but at least other states in Dixie still had to decide! … at least from the perspective of 160 years ago

Harper’s Weekly December 1, 1860

from the same issue

  1. [1]McFeely, William S. Frederick Douglass. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1991. Print. page 208-211.
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the three exemptions

setting the precedent

Apparently 150 years ago the United States was free from pestilence and civil strife:

BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
A PROCLAMATION.

Whereas it behooves a people sensible of their dependence on the Almighty publicly and collectively to acknowledge their gratitude for his favors and mercies and humbly to beseech for their continuance; and

count our blessed exemptions

Whereas the people of the United States during the year now about to end have special cause to be thankful for general prosperity, abundant harvests, exemption from pestilence, foreign war, and civil strife:

Now, therefore, be it known that I, Ulysses S. Grant, President of the United States, concurring in any similar recommendations from chief magistrates of States, do hereby recommend to all citizens to meet in their respective places of worship on Thursday, the 24th day of November next, there to give thanks for the bounty of God during the year about to close and to supplicate for its continuance hereafter.

In witness whereof I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.

[SEAL.]

Done at the city of Washington, this 21st day of October, A.D. 1870, and of the Independence of the United States the ninety-fifth.

U.S. GRANT.

By the President:
HAMILTON FISH,
Secretary of State.

generally accepted custom

From the November 25, 1870 issue of The New-York Times:

Of the many good customs handed down to us by our pious Puritan forefathers, there is, perhaps, none that has met with such general acceptance as that of the annual Thanksgiving which they first originated. Indeed, now its observance may be fairly said to be universal, and not all the differences of creed, race, and social customs that on other points so widely divide our cosmopolitan people, seem to offer the slightest bar to their hearty co-operation in and enjoyment of this pious festival. Here they intuitively perceive that they can all bow before a common altar and offer to their common Father praise and thanksgiving for the abundance of the good things with which during the year He has blessed them. The day was never better or more generally observed here, and though the weather was rather chilly and uncomfortable, and in the morning threatening clouds flitted across the sky, out-door pleasure-seekers were in no way deterred from enjoying themselves, and all our leading thoroughfares were crowded with gay promenaders. In the down-town portion of the City business was entirely suspended, and, except cigar stores and places where refreshments were sold, very few business houses of any kind were open. Everywhere a Sabbath-like stillness, so far as business traffic was concerned, prevailed, which was not even broken by the noisy newsboys. There being no evening papers issued, their occupation was gone, and they were allowed to devote themselves to turkey and such other good things as kind friends provided. Along the docks the ships lay lazily at their moorings, while very rarely one of their crews was to be seen about. Most of the vessels had their best flags flying, and presented a gay appearance. Target excursions were to be seen during the day in every direction, many of them composed of Juveniles rigged out in all sorts[?] of uniforms except a uniform suit. But in this motley arrangement of their military outfit, they were entirely eclipsed by processions of “fantasticals,” whose ludicrous costumes were a source of general merriment.

less hawk, more turkey

Tho most pleasant feature of the celebration, however, was the lavish public and private charity that made so many of the poor and suffering, for a brief time, at least, forget their troubles, and partake of the good things set before them. At all the public hospitals, asylums and prisons, the inmates were made to feel the humanizing influences that the day called forth, and to many of them it will no doubt be a green spot in their future recollections. In short, it is safe to say that there were few within the limits of the City, save those suffering from severe illness, that did not yesterday in some way share in the general enjoyment of the day.

In the thousands of our happy and wealthy homes it was, however, that the real spirit of the occasion was most keenly realized, and the wisdom of its observance most apparent. Here around the social home-board, family reunions were a feature; old friends renewed acquaintance; interesting reminiscences of other days were called up and discussed, and even though a vacant seat, at the table indicated that a member of the household had been called away, and threw a shade[?] of sorrow over the gathering, fervent thanks were offered up that so many others were spared to participate.

The inmates of the public institutions were provided for with a liberality that has never been exceeded in former years. … [1]

Memorial Day of General Lee, The Charleston Daily News November 25, 1870

I checked a couple papers below Mason-Dixon for November 25th. There was little news about the holiday. According to a telegram from Columbia published in The Charleston Daily News, “Thanksgiving day has been generally observed in this city.” (I saw no mention of it in Columbia’s The Daily Phoenix for the 25th) The Charleston paper summarized Thanksgiving church services in the city on page 3. For example:

At Grace Church the regular services were conducted by the pastor, the Rev. C.C. Pinckney, and, in addition, a collection taken up for the Lee Monument. The attendance was almost as large as usual on Sunday, and the amount collected very satisfactory and encouraging. The text of the sermon was taken from the 107th Psalm and 8th verse: “Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!” In the discourse the benefits for which should return thanks were pointedly set forth, and a touching tribute paid to the virtues of General R.E. Lee.

front page

next up – Christmas!

‘we did our part’

The New-York Times began its overview of Thanksgiving church services in the last column on the front page of its November 25th issue. Just like ten years earlier Reverend Henry Ward Beecher preached at Plymouth Church in Brooklyn. His “discourse was devoted to a consideration of the aspects and social tendencies of civilization in this country.” Thanksgiving was a good day to think less about private affairs and more about the community as a whole.
The third exemption that the Grant Administration was thankful for was the absence of foreign war. The Franco-Prussian seems to have been a dominant story in the American Press during the second half of 1870. The Charleston paper front page on November 25th included reports about it, as well as war rumblings between Russia and Britain.
To say that the United States was free from civil strife, well that might have been in general or at least compared to five or six years earlier. That Charleston front page also included reports of outrages throughout the state. For example, blacks dragged a lone white man from his house; the Ku Klux Klan apparently made an appearance at the jail in Spartanburg – only the sheriff’s firmness prevented some outrage. And “Beast Butler Crazy” – Benjamin F. Butler, a Congressman from Massachusetts and former Union general saw a war with Great Britain as a way to unite North and South by fighting a common enemy. On page 2 federal troops were being distributed throughout Georgia to enforce the Congressional election law during voting in December. Also, South Carolina should be proud of its war record – it didn’t just drag the rest of the South into secession, it pulled more than its own weight in blood spilled.

According to the Charleston Grace Church Cathedral website “The history of Grace Church has embraced the tragedy of wars, the destruction of earthquake and hurricane, economic depressions and urban flight. During the shelling of Charleston in the Civil War, many parishioners fled the city, and most other Episcopal churches were forced to close. Grace remained open until January 1864 when a single shell destroyed part of the clerestory. The church reopened in March 1865.” The Rev. Charles Cotesworth Pinckney was its second rector, serving from 1855-1898.
According to Virginia Places, “The Hollywood (cemetery) Memorial Association organized the Ladies’ Lee Monument Association which solicited funds for 16 years from all southern states. Their goal was a memorial statue in Hollywood Cemetery. Confederate General Jubal Early also organized a committee of men to raise funds for a memorial with Jefferson Davis as honorary chair. Former confederates throughout the south began to collect funds. By 1877 neither group had raised enough funds. The General Assembly passed an act creating a governor’s board to head the effort – led after 1885 by Fitzhugh Lee, R.E. Lee’s nephew – to which the men’s group gave their funds. In 1886 a legislative act combining the funds of the Ladies Lee Monument Association with the men’s funds for a total of $52,000”. read more about Ladies Memorial Associations in general at Essential Civil War Curriculum
You can find President Grant’s 1870 Thanksgiving Proclamation at Project Gutenberg and at Pilgrim Hall Museum (Thanksgiving – Thanksgiving Proclamations). Pilgrim Hall also includes information about Thanksgiving’s religious roots.
Harper’s Weekly for 1870 is available at the Internet Archive.

From Wikimedia Commons: newsboy by Henry Inman, 1841. From the Library of Congress: 1914’s The first American thanksgiving, artist unattributed; the November 25, 1870 issue of The Charleston Daily News; Sarony & Major’s c1846 lithograph of Pilgrim landing. From Free-Images: Henry Ulke’s painting of Ulysses S. Grant

an earlier first thanksgiving

  1. [1]The New York Times The Complete Front Pages 1851-2008. New York: Black Dog and Leventhal Publishers Inc., 2008. DVD.
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