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Philip Freneau had richly earned the right to hold and express opinions
concerning the destiny of his country. Many years before the Revolution,
his Huguenot ancestors had come over from France, and for years his was a
well-known name in the best circles of New York City where he was born.
His childhood had been passed on the thousand-acre estate of his father
near the battle-field of Monmouth, in a fine old mansion fashioned after the
colonial style, with a great hall running through it, and large porticoes
commanding a view of a beautiful country. The house was served by many
domestic slaves. Near by rose Beacon Hill, thickly timbered, and from the
peak could be seen the lower bay and the blue waters of the Atlantic. There
his early childhood was passed under the tender care and training of a
mother of rare intelligence. From her he caught a love of poetry, and of the
things of which poetry is made. The spirit of his liberty-loving ancestors
was strong within him. He had all the impulsiveness, the fighting courage
of the Gael. When not at his studies, he wandered alone into the woods and
upon the hill where he could brood dreamily upon the mystery of the sea.
On the site where the battle of Monmouth was to be fought, he began the
study of Greek and Latin in his tenth year. Even as a child he had a hot
passionate hatred of oppression, an unfathomable contempt for hypocrisy,
and an ardent love of beauty. All this he put into childish verse.
When he entered Princeton (Nassau Hall), great events were beginning
to unfold. The patriots of Massachusetts, protesting against an English law,
had been declared rebels, the leading offenders had been ordered across the
sea for trial, the troops of General Gates had marched into Boston. The
college was a hot-bed of sedition. That superb patriot, John Witherspoon,
was president, and among the students who gathered in the evening in the
room that Freneau shared with Madison, were ‘Light Horse’ Harry Lee,
Aaron Burr, William Bradford, destined to close an exceptionally promising
career as a member of Washington’s Cabinet, and Brockholst Livingston.
Nothing that Freneau ever said or did in after-life that was not
foreshadowed at Princeton can be found. His tongue was sharp, and his pen
dripped the vitriol of satire. He wrote much verse, and long before the
Declaration of Independence, he had a hatred of kings. Even thus early in
his ‘Pyramid of Kings,’ he made profession of his democracy.
At length he was exchanged. Leaving the vessel with a raging fever, with
pains in his joints that made walking a torture, he turned toward home,
going through the woods ‘for fear of terrifying the neighbors with [his]
ghastly looks.’[592] This was the background against which he was to view
Washington’s policy of neutrality in the war between France and England.
He hated England from that hour to his death.
Broken in health almost beyond hope of redemption, his ship sunk, his
money gone, the war still on, he turned to his other weapon and took up the
pen. ‘The Prison Ship’ helped to fire the patriots shivering about the cold
camps. The poem of contemptuous imprecation, in imitation of Horace, on
the treason of Arnold, fanned their wrath. That on the victory of Paul Jones
heartened the downcast. Poem followed poem, copied throughout the
country, many published on strips of paper and distributed through the
army. Some were posted in conspicuous places where they could be
committed to memory. Paine wrote ‘The Crisis’ in prose, Freneau wrote of
the crisis in verse; both were a tonic for the wavering. Even Washington did
not then speak of him as ‘that rascal Freneau’ and that characterization even
from Washington cannot rob him of the glory of having been ‘the Poet of
the Revolution’ who gave his health, his entire fortune, almost his life, and
all his heart to the cause of liberty.
The close of the war found him in New York barely existing on crumbs
from the table of an editor. His was a familiar figure in the Merchants’
Coffee-House at Wall and Water Streets where leading men congregated.
The problem then was to get the necessities of life, and literary work was
not then included among the means. This was the condition in which
Madison found him. He knew the story of his poet friend, and thus it came
about that the plan was made for the ‘Federal Gazette.’ He was ideally
fitted for the task. It called for one who could write in the language of the
people, could wield a scorpion lash, whose heart was in the cause—and no
greater master of invective was in view, no keener satirist. He required no
tutoring, and he would accept no orders. He was a rebel still, a radical, a
crusader for democracy, who looked with amusement on ‘aristocracy,’ with
hatred on monarchy. He was an original thinker, a breaker of idols, an
iconoclastic genius. He had the wit, the keenness, the quickness, the felicity
of his French blood, the stern firmness of the Huguenot mind. He was a
gusty warrior with a lusty blade and he kept it shining in the sun.
Soon Philadelphia found him a familiar figure in its streets—a rather
little man with slightly stooped shoulders, thin yet muscular, who walked
briskly like one who knew where he was going. In his office at his work he
was more imposing, for there one could note the high intellectual brow, the
dark gray deep-set eyes that sometimes blazed under the slightly drooping
lids. Usually pensive in repose, his face lighted with animation when he
talked. His manners were courteous and refined and women found him
interesting and gallant. Nor was this democrat a Marat in dress—he wore
the small-clothes, the long hose, the buckled shoes, and cocked hat, long
after others had accepted less picturesque fashions. He had no vanity, no
ambition for place or power, and no fear of either. He wore no man’s collar
and he was no man’s man. He was a law unto himself.
CHAPTER VIII
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When the poet-journalist took an office on High Street and began the
publication of his paper, there was little to justify grave apprehensions. In
his first issues the editor had pledged himself to the support ‘of the great
principles on which the American Revolution was founded,’ and while this
smacked of the jabberings of Sam Adams, Hancock, and Jefferson, it was
probably only a gesture. The tone of the early editions was temperate,
almost academic. The ordinary reader must have thought it harmless
enough, but Hamilton, who used the press effectively himself, examined the
articles more critically. There were phrases creeping in, innocently, perhaps,
that Fenno would have scorned. The idea that ‘public opinion sets the
bounds to every government, and is the real sovereign of every free
one,’[603] would never have soiled the pages of the ‘Gazette of the United
States.’ The little essays on politics and government were sprinkled all too
freely with these disturbing suggestions. Only an essay on ‘Nobility’—but
why make it the vehicle for the thought that ‘the downfall of nobility in
France has operated like an early frost toward killing the germ of it in
America.’[604] With Fenno chiding the critics of officials, what more
unfortunate than Freneau’s assertion that ‘perpetual jealousy of the
government’ is alone effectual ‘against the machinations of ambition,’ and
his warning that ‘where that jealousy does not exist in a reasonable degree
the saddle is soon prepared for the back of the people.’[605] A defense of
parties coupled with a denunciation of privilege,[606] stiff criticism of
ministerial inefficiency apropos of the St. Clair expedition; forceful protests
against the excise law;[607] and then an article by ‘Brutus’ on the funding
system which could not be ignored—these were bad enough. That system,
said ‘Brutus,’ had given undue weight to the Treasury Department ‘by
throwing the enormous sum of fifty million dollars into the hands of the
wealthy,’ thus attaching them to all the Treasury measures ‘by motives of
private interest.’ Having combined the great moneyed interest, it had been
made formidable by the Bank monopoly. Out of it all had come the
‘unlimited excise laws and imposts’ that ‘anticipated the best resources of
the country and swallowed them all up in future payments.’ Because the
certificates had fallen to the wealthy, ‘the industrious mechanic, the
laborious farmer and poorer classes generally are made tributary to the
latest generation.’[608] Rights of property? Yes—but there is property in
rights.[609] Be loyal to the Union? Yes, but who are the enemies of the
Union? ‘Not those who favoring measures which, pampering the spirit of
speculation, disgust the best friends of the Union.’ ‘Not those who promote
unnecessary accumulations of the debts of the Union.’ Not those ‘who
study by arbitrary interpretations and insidious precedents to pervert the
limited government of the Union into a government of unlimited
discretion.’[610]
With Freneau hitting his stride, the Federalists began to lose their
patience. Soon the ‘United States Chronicle’ of Providence learned that the
‘very extraordinary productions’ were probably ‘the work of some
foreigners who wish to reduce the funds in order to purchase.’[611] The
‘Centinel’ of Boston warned that Freneau’s paper was ‘supported by a junto
for electioneering purposes’ and was filled with ‘the most absurd
misrepresentations of facts, or falsehoods highly injurious to the prevailing
character and principles of our government and people.’[612]
But it took the articles of ‘Sidney’ to force the fighting. These were open
attacks on Hamilton and his principles and were written with a punch. He
assailed the House for abdicating its power to originate money bills to the
Secretary of the Treasury. To delegate that duty was to lie down on a job.
And such ‘reports’! Arguments! Pleas! Sophistries! Thence to the major
attack. ‘If we admit that the Secretary is a fallible mortal, and, however
great his capacity may be, that he is liable to mistakes or to be imposed
upon, or, in range of hypothesis, if we suppose these possible cases, that his
political principles do not correspond with the genius of the government, or
with public opinion; or that he embraces the interests of one class in
preference to the interests of the other classes,—I say admitting any or all
of these circumstances to be possible, then the ministerial mode of
influencing the deliberations of Congress practiced since the change of the
government, is more dangerous than even that which is pursued but loudly
complained of in Britain.’[613] These attacks by Sidney continued with
painful regularity, and Freneau’s paper became a scandal in the best-
regulated families in Philadelphia. Others joined in the fray. ‘A Citizen’
from a remote section, who had visited the capital to ‘know more of men
and measures,’ speedily convinced himself that many members of
government ‘were ... partners with brokers and stock jobbers, and that the
banking schemes have been too powerfully and effectually addressed to
their avarice.’[614] ‘Centinel’ warned that ‘the fate of the excise law will
determine whether the powers of government ... are held by an aristocratic
junto or by the people.’[615] With the pack in hot pursuit of his idol, Fenno
rushed to the defense with a denunciation of the ‘mad dogs’ and ‘enemies