d in their application to public affairs. He
gave bountifully of his affection and his confidence to the few who
enjoyed his familiar friendship--accessible and sympathetic though
not indiscriminating to those who appealed to his impressionable
sensibilities and sought his help. He had been a good party man and was
by nature and temperament a partisan.

To him place was not a badge of servitude; it was a
decoration--preferment, promotion, popular recognition. He had always
yearned for office as the legitimate destination of public life and the
honorable award of party service. During the greater part of his career
the conditions of journalism had been rather squalid and servile. He was
really great as a journalist. He was truly and highly fit for nothing
else, but seeing less deserving and less capable men about him advanced
from one post of distinction to another he wondered why his turn proved
so tardy in coming, and when it would come. It did come with a rush.
What more natural than that he should believe it real instead of the
empty pageant of a vision?

It had taken me but a day and a night to pull myself together after the
first shock and surprise and to plunge into the swim to help fetch the
waterlogged factions ashore. This was clearly indispensable to forcing
the Democratic organization to come to the rescue of what would have
been otherwise but a derelict upon a stormy sea. Schurz was deeply
disgruntled. Before he could be appeased a bridge, found in what was
called the Fifth Avenue Hotel Conference, had to be constructed in order
to carry him across the stream which flowed between his disappointed
hopes and aims and what appeared to him an illogical and repulsive
alternative. He had taken to his tent and sulked like another Achilles.
He was harder to deal with than any of the Democratic file leaders, but
he finally yielded and did splendid work in the campaign.

His was a stubborn spirit not readily adjustable. He was a nobly gifted
man, but from first to last an alien in an alien land. He once said
to me, "If I should live a thousand years they would still call me a
Dutchman." No man of his time spoke so well or wrote to better purpose.
He was equally skillful in debate, an overmatch for Conkling and Morton,
whom--especially in the French arms matter--he completely dominated and
outshone. As sincere and unselfish, as patriotic and as courageous as
any of his contemporaries, he could never attain the full m