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The Education of Henry Adams by Adams, Henry - CHAPTER XI

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The Education of Henry Adams

CHAPTER XI

THE BAT­TLE OF THE RAMS (1863)

MIN­IS­TER ADAMS trou­bled him­self lit­tle about what he did not see of an en­emy. His son, a ner­vous an­imal, made life a ter­ror by see­ing too much. Min­is­ter Adams played his hand as it came, and sel­dom cred­it­ed his op­po­nents with greater in­tel­li­gence than his own. Earl Rus­sell suit­ed him; per­haps a cer­tain per­son­al sym­pa­thy unit­ed them; and in­deed Hen­ry Adams nev­er saw Rus­sell with­out be­ing amused by his droll like­ness to John Quin­cy Adams. Apart from this shad­owy per­son­al re­la­tion, no doubt the Min­is­ter was diplo­mat­ical­ly right; he had noth­ing to lose and ev­ery­thing to gain by mak­ing a friend of the For­eign Sec­re­tary, and whether Rus­sell were true or false mat­tered less, be­cause, in ei­ther case, the Amer­ican Lega­tion could act on­ly as though he were false. Had the Min­is­ter known Rus­sell’s de­ter­mined ef­fort to be­tray and ru­in him in Oc­to­ber, 1862, he could have scarce­ly used stronger ex­pres­sions than he did in 1863. Rus­sell must have been great­ly an­noyed by Sir Robert Col­lier’s hint of col­lu­sion with the rebel agents in the Al­aba­ma Case, but he hard­ened him­self to hear the same in­nu­en­do re­peat­ed in near­ly ev­ery note from the Lega­tion. As time went on, Rus­sell was com­pelled, though slow­ly, to treat the Amer­ican Min­is­ter as se­ri­ous. He ad­mit­ted noth­ing so un­will­ing­ly, for the nul­li­ty or fa­tu­ity of the Wash­ing­ton Gov­ern­ment was his idee fixe; but af­ter the fail­ure of his last ef­fort for joint in­ter­ven­tion on Novem­ber 12, 1862, on­ly one week elapsed be­fore he re­ceived a note from Min­is­ter Adams re­peat­ing his charges about the Al­aba­ma, and ask­ing in very plain lan­guage for re­dress. Per­haps Rus­sell’s mind was nat­ural­ly slow to un­der­stand the force of sud­den at­tack, or per­haps age had af­fect­ed it; this was one of the points that great­ly in­ter­est­ed a stu­dent, but young men have a pas­sion for re­gard­ing their el­ders as se­nile, which was on­ly in part war­rant­ed in this in­stance by ob­serv­ing that Rus­sell’s gen­er­ation were most­ly se­nile from youth. They had nev­er got be­yond 1815 Both Palmer­ston and Rus­sell were in this case. Their se­nil­ity was con­gen­ital, like Glad­stone’s Ox­ford train­ing and High Church il­lu­sions, which caused wild ec­cen­tric­ities in his judg­ment. Rus­sell could not con­ceive that he had mis­un­der­stood and mis­man­aged Min­is­ter Adams from the start, and when af­ter Novem­ber 12 he found him­self on the de­fen­sive, with Mr Adams tak­ing dai­ly a stronger tone, he showed mere con­fu­sion and help­less­ness.

Thus, what­ev­er the the­ory, the ac­tion of diplo­ma­cy had to be the same. Min­is­ter Adams was obliged to im­ply col­lu­sion be­tween Rus­sell and the rebels. He could not even stop at crim­inal neg­li­gence. If, by an ac­cess of cour­tesy, the Min­is­ter were civ­il enough to ad­mit that the es­cape of the Al­aba­ma had been due to crim­inal neg­li­gence, he could make no such con­ces­sion in re­gard to the iron­clad rams which the Lairds were build­ing; for no one could be so sim­ple as to be­lieve that two ar­mored ships-​of-​war could be built pub­licly, un­der the eyes of the Gov­ern­ment, and go to sea like the Al­aba­ma, with­out ac­tive and in­ces­sant col­lu­sion. The longer Earl Rus­sell kept on his mask of as­sumed ig­no­rance, the more vi­olent­ly in the end, the Min­is­ter would have to tear it off. What­ev­er Mr. Adams might per­son­al­ly think of Earl Rus­sell, he must take the great­est pos­si­ble diplo­mat­ic lib­er­ties with him if this cri­sis were al­lowed to ar­rive.

As the spring of 1863 drew on, the vast field cleared it­self for ac­tion. A cam­paign more beau­ti­ful — bet­ter suit­ed for train­ing the mind of a youth ea­ger for train­ing — has not of­ten un­rolled it­self for study, from the be­gin­ning, be­fore a young man perched in so com­mand­ing a po­si­tion. Very slow­ly, in­deed, af­ter two years of soli­tude, one be­gan to feel the first faint flush of new and im­pe­ri­al life. One was twen­ty-​five years old, and quite ready to as­sert it; some of one’s friends were wear­ing stars on their col­lars; some had won stars of a more en­dur­ing kind. At mo­ments one’s breath came quick. One be­gan to dream the sen­sa­tion of wield­ing un­mea­sured pow­er. The sense came, like ver­ti­go, for an in­stant, and passed, leav­ing the brain a lit­tle dazed, doubt­ful, shy. With an in­ten­si­ty more painful than that of any Shake­speare­an dra­ma, men’s eyes were fas­tened on the armies in the field. Lit­tle by lit­tle, at first on­ly as a shad­owy chance of what might be, if things could be right­ly done, one be­gan to feel that, some­where be­hind the chaos in Wash­ing­ton pow­er was tak­ing shape; that it was massed and guid­ed as it had not been be­fore. Men seemed to have learned their busi­ness — at a cost that ru­ined — and per­haps too late. A pri­vate sec­re­tary knew bet­ter than most peo­ple how much of the new pow­er was to be swung in Lon­don, and al­most ex­act­ly when; but the diplo­mat­ic cam­paign had to wait for the mil­itary cam­paign to lead. The stu­dent could on­ly study.

Life nev­er could know more than a sin­gle such cli­max. In that form, ed­uca­tion reached its lim­its. As the first great blows be­gan to fall, one curled up in bed in the si­lence of night, to lis­ten with in­cred­ulous hope. As the huge mass­es struck, one af­ter an­oth­er, with the pre­ci­sion of ma­chin­ery, the op­pos­ing mass, the world shiv­ered. Such de­vel­op­ment of pow­er was un­known. The mag­nif­icent re­sis­tance and the re­turn shocks height­ened the sus­pense. Dur­ing the Ju­ly days Lon­don­ers were stupid with un­be­lief. They were learn­ing from the Yan­kees how to fight.

An Amer­ican saw in a flash what all this meant to Eng­land, for one’s mind was work­ing with the ac­cel­er­ation of the ma­chine at home; but En­glish­men were not quick to see their blun­ders. One had am­ple time to watch the pro­cess, and had even a lit­tle time to gloat over the re­pay­ment of old scores. News of Vicks­burg and Get­tys­burg reached Lon­don one Sun­day af­ter­noon, and it hap­pened that Hen­ry Adams was asked for that evening to some small re­cep­tion at the house of Mon­ck­ton Milnes. He went ear­ly in or­der to ex­change a word or two of con­grat­ula­tion be­fore the rooms should fill, and on ar­riv­ing he found on­ly the ladies in the draw­ing-​room; the gen­tle­men were still sit­ting over their wine. Present­ly they came in, and, as luck would have it, De­lane of the Times came first. When Milnes caught sight of his young Amer­ican friend, with a whoop of tri­umph he rushed to throw both arms about his neck and kiss him on both cheeks. Men of lat­er birth who knew too lit­tle to re­al­ize the pas­sions of 1863 — backed by those of 1813 — and reen­forced by those of 1763 — might con­ceive that such pub­lic­ity em­bar­rassed a pri­vate sec­re­tary who came from Boston and called him­self shy; but that evening, for the first time in his life, he hap­pened not to be think­ing of him­self. He was think­ing of De­lane, whose eye caught his, at the mo­ment of Milnes’s em­brace. De­lane prob­ably re­gard­ed it as a piece of Milnes’s fool­ery; he had nev­er heard of young Adams, and nev­er dreamed of his re­sent­ment at be­ing ridiculed in the Times; he had no sus­pi­cion of the thought float­ing in the mind of the Amer­ican Min­is­ter’s son, for the British mind is the slow­est of all minds, as the files of the Times proved, and the cap­ture of Vicks­burg had not yet pen­etrat­ed De­lane’s thick cor­tex of fixed ideas. Even if he had read Adams’s thought, he would have felt for it on­ly the usu­al amused British con­tempt for all that he had not been taught at school. It need­ed a whole gen­er­ation for the Times to reach Milnes’s stand­point.

Had the Min­is­ter’s son car­ried out the thought, he would sure­ly have sought an in­tro­duc­tion to De­lane on the spot, and as­sured him that he re­gard­ed his own per­son­al score as cleared off — suf­fi­cient­ly set­tled, then and there — be­cause his fa­ther had as­sumed the debt, and was go­ing to deal with Mr. De­lane him­self. “You come next!” would have been the friend­ly warn­ing. For near­ly a year the pri­vate sec­re­tary had watched the board ar­rang­ing it­self for the col­li­sion be­tween the Lega­tion and De­lane who stood be­hind the Palmer­ston Min­istry. Mr. Adams had been steadi­ly strength­ened and reen­forced from Wash­ing­ton in view of the fi­nal strug­gle. The sit­ua­tion had changed since the Trent Af­fair. The work was ef­fi­cient­ly done; the or­ga­ni­za­tion was fair­ly com­plete. No doubt, the Lega­tion it­self was still as weak­ly manned and had as poor an out­fit as the Lega­tions of Guatemala or Por­tu­gal. Congress was al­ways jeal­ous of its diplo­mat­ic ser­vice, and the Chair­man of the Com­mit­tee of For­eign Re­la­tions was not like­ly to press as­sis­tance on the Min­is­ter to Eng­land. For the Lega­tion not an ad­di­tion­al clerk was of­fered or asked. The Sec­re­tary, the As­sis­tant Sec­re­tary, and the pri­vate sec­re­tary did all the work that the Min­is­ter did not do. A clerk at five dol­lars a week would have done the work as well or bet­ter, but the Min­is­ter could trust no clerk; with­out ex­press au­thor­ity he could ad­mit no one in­to the Lega­tion; he strained a point al­ready by ad­mit­ting his son. Congress and its com­mit­tees were the prop­er judges of what was best for the pub­lic ser­vice, and if the ar­range­ment seemed good to them, it was sat­is­fac­to­ry to a pri­vate sec­re­tary who prof­it­ed by it more than they did. A great staff would have sup­pressed him. The whole Lega­tion was a sort of im­pro­vised, vol­un­teer ser­vice, and he was a vol­un­teer with the rest. He was rather bet­ter off than the rest, be­cause he was in­vis­ible and un­known. Bet­ter or worse, he did his work with the oth­ers, and if the sec­re­taries made any re­marks about Congress, they made no com­plaints, and knew that none would have re­ceived a mo­ment’s at­ten­tion.

If they were not sat­is­fied with Congress, they were sat­is­fied with Sec­re­tary Se­ward. With­out ap­pro­pri­ations for the reg­ular ser­vice, he had done great things for its sup­port. If the Min­is­ter had no sec­re­taries, he had a staff of ac­tive con­suls; he had a well-​or­ga­nized press; ef­fi­cient le­gal sup­port; and a swarm of so­cial al­lies per­me­at­ing all class­es. All he need­ed was a vic­to­ry in the field, and Sec­re­tary Stan­ton un­der­took that part of diplo­ma­cy. Vicks­burg and Get­tys­burg cleared the board, and, at the end of Ju­ly, 1863, Min­is­ter Adams was ready to deal with Earl Rus­sell or Lord Palmer­ston or Mr. Glad­stone or Mr. De­lane, or any one else who stood in his way; and by the ne­ces­si­ty of the case, was obliged to deal with all of them short­ly.

Even be­fore the mil­itary cli­max at Vicks­burg and Get­tys­burg, the Min­is­ter had been com­pelled to be­gin his at­tack; but this was his­to­ry, and had noth­ing to do with ed­uca­tion. The pri­vate sec­re­tary copied the notes in­to his pri­vate books, and that was all the share he had in the mat­ter, ex­cept to talk in pri­vate.

No more vol­un­teer ser­vices were need­ed; the vol­un­teers were in a man­ner sent to the rear; the move­ment was too se­ri­ous for skir­mish­ing. All that a sec­re­tary could hope to gain from the af­fair was ex­pe­ri­ence and knowl­edge of pol­itics. He had a chance to mea­sure the mo­tive forces of men; their qual­ities of char­ac­ter; their fore­sight; their tenac­ity of pur­pose.

In the Lega­tion no great con­fi­dence was felt in stop­ping the rams. What­ev­er the rea­son, Rus­sell seemed im­mov­able. Had his ef­forts for in­ter­ven­tion in Septem­ber, 1862, been known to the Lega­tion in Septem­ber, 1863 the Min­is­ter must sure­ly have ad­mit­ted that Rus­sell had, from the first, meant to force his plan of in­ter­ven­tion on his col­leagues. Ev­ery sep­arate step since April, 1861, led to this fi­nal co­er­cion. Al­though Rus­sell’s hos­tile ac­tiv­ity of 1862 was still se­cret — and re­mained se­cret for some five-​and-​twen­ty years — his an­imus seemed to be made clear by his steady re­fusal to stop the rebel ar­ma­ments. Lit­tle by lit­tle, Min­is­ter Adams lost hope. With loss of hope came the rais­ing of tone, un­til at last, af­ter strip­ping Rus­sell of ev­ery rag of de­fence and ex­cuse, he closed by leav­ing him load­ed with con­nivance in the rebel ar­ma­ments, and end­ed by the fa­mous sen­tence: “It would be su­per­flu­ous in me to point out to your lord­ship that this is war!”

What the Min­is­ter meant by this re­mark was his own af­fair; what the pri­vate sec­re­tary un­der­stood by it, was a part of his ed­uca­tion. Had his fa­ther or­dered him to draft an ex­plana­to­ry para­graph to ex­pand the idea as he grasped it, he would have con­tin­ued thus:–

“It would be su­per­flu­ous: 1st. Be­cause Earl Rus­sell not on­ly knows it al­ready, but has meant it from the start. 2nd Be­cause it is the on­ly log­ical and nec­es­sary con­se­quence of his un­vary­ing ac­tion. 3d. Be­cause Mr. Adams is not point­ing out to him that ‘this is war,’ but is point­ing it out to the world, to com­plete the record.”

This would have been the mat­ter-​of-​fact sense in which the pri­vate sec­re­tary copied in­to his books the mat­ter-​of-​fact state­ment with which, with­out pas­sion or ex­cite­ment, the Min­is­ter an­nounced that a state of war ex­ist­ed. To his copy­ing eye, as clerk, the words, though on the ex­treme verge of diplo­mat­ic pro­pri­ety, mere­ly stat­ed a fact, with­out nov­el­ty, fan­cy, or rhetoric. The fact had to be stat­ed in or­der to make clear the is­sue. The war was Rus­sell’s war–Adams on­ly ac­cept­ed it.

Rus­sell’s re­ply to this note of Septem­ber 5 reached the Lega­tion on Septem­ber 8, an­nounc­ing at last to the anx­ious sec­re­taries that “in­struc­tions have been is­sued which will pre­vent the de­par­ture of the two iron­clad ves­sels from Liv­er­pool.” The mem­bers of the mod­est Lega­tion in Port­land Place ac­cept­ed it as Grant had ac­cept­ed the ca­pit­ula­tion of Vicks­burg. The pri­vate sec­re­tary con­ceived that, as Sec­re­tary Stan­ton had struck and crushed by su­pe­ri­or weight the rebel left on the Mis­sis­sip­pi, so Sec­re­tary Se­ward had struck and crushed the rebel right in Eng­land, and he nev­er felt a doubt as to the na­ture of the bat­tle. Though Min­is­ter Adams should stay in of­fice till he were nine­ty, he would nev­er fight an­oth­er cam­paign of life and death like this; and though the pri­vate sec­re­tary should cov­et and at­tain ev­ery of­fice in the gift of Pres­ident or peo­ple, he would nev­er again find ed­uca­tion to com­pare with the life-​and-​death al­ter­na­tive of this two-​year-​and-​a-​half strug­gle in Lon­don, as it had racked and thumb-​screwed him in its shift­ing phas­es; but its prac­ti­cal val­ue as ed­uca­tion turned on his cor­rect­ness of judg­ment in mea­sur­ing the men and their forces. He felt re­spect for Rus­sell as for Palmer­ston be­cause they rep­re­sent­ed tra­di­tion­al Eng­land and an En­glish pol­icy, re­spectable enough in it­self, but which, for four gen­er­ations, ev­ery Adams had fought and ex­ploit­ed as the chief source of his po­lit­ical for­tunes. As he un­der­stood it, Rus­sell had fol­lowed this pol­icy steadi­ly, ably, even vig­or­ous­ly, and had brought it to the mo­ment of ex­ecu­tion. Then he had met wills stronger than his own, and, af­ter per­se­ver­ing to the last pos­si­ble in­stant, had been beat­en. Lord North and George Can­ning had a like ex­pe­ri­ence. This was on­ly the idea of a boy, but, as far as he ev­er knew, it was al­so the idea of his Gov­ern­ment. For once, the vol­un­teer sec­re­tary was sat­is­fied with his Gov­ern­ment. Com­mon­ly the self-​re­spect of a sec­re­tary, pri­vate or pub­lic, de­pends on, and is pro­por­tion­al to, the sever­ity of his crit­icism, but in this case the En­glish cam­paign seemed to him as cred­itable to the State De­part­ment as the Vicks­burg cam­paign to the War De­part­ment, and more de­ci­sive. It was well planned, well pre­pared, and well ex­ecut­ed. He could nev­er dis­cov­er a mis­take in it. Pos­si­bly he was bi­assed by per­son­al in­ter­est, but his chief rea­son for trust­ing his own judg­ment was that he thought him­self to be one of on­ly half a dozen per­sons who knew some­thing about it. When oth­ers crit­icised Mr. Se­ward, he was rather in­dif­fer­ent to their opin­ions be­cause he thought they hard­ly knew what they were talk­ing about, and could not be taught with­out liv­ing over again the Lon­don life of 1862. To him Sec­re­tary Se­ward seemed im­mense­ly strong and steady in lead­er­ship; but this was no dis­cred­it to Rus­sell or Palmer­ston or Glad­stone. They, too, had shown pow­er, pa­tience and steadi­ness of pur­pose. They had per­sist­ed for two years and a half in their plan for break­ing up the Union, and had yield­ed at last on­ly in the jaws of war. Af­ter a long and des­per­ate strug­gle, the Amer­ican Min­is­ter had trumped their best card and won the game.

Again and again, in af­ter life, he went back over the ground to see whether he could de­tect er­ror on ei­ther side. He found none. At ev­ery stage the steps were both prob­able and proved. All the more he was dis­con­cert­ed that Rus­sell should in­dig­nant­ly and with grow­ing en­er­gy, to his dy­ing day, de­ny and re­sent the ax­iom of Adams’s whole con­tention, that from the first he meant to break up the Union. Rus­sell af­firmed that he meant noth­ing of the sort; that he had meant noth­ing at all; that he meant to do right; that he did not know what he meant. Driv­en from one de­fence af­ter an­oth­er, he plead­ed at last, like Glad­stone, that he had no de­fence. Con­ceal­ing all he could con­ceal — bury­ing in pro­found se­cre­cy his at­tempt to break up the Union in the au­tumn of 1862 — he af­firmed the loud­er his scrupu­lous good faith. What was worse for the pri­vate sec­re­tary, to the to­tal de­ri­sion and de­spair of the life­long ef­fort for ed­uca­tion, as the fi­nal re­sult of com­bined prac­tice, ex­pe­ri­ence, and the­ory — he proved it.

Hen­ry Adams had, as he thought, suf­fered too much from Rus­sell to ad­mit any plea in his fa­vor; but he came to doubt whether this ad­mis­sion re­al­ly fa­vored him. Not un­til long af­ter Earl Rus­sell’s death was the ques­tion re­opened. Rus­sell had quit­ted of­fice in 1866; he died in 1878; the bi­og­ra­phy was pub­lished in 1889. Dur­ing the Al­aba­ma con­tro­ver­sy and the Gene­va Con­fer­ence in 1872, his course as For­eign Sec­re­tary had been sharply crit­icised, and he had been com­pelled to see Eng­land pay more than L3,000,000 penal­ty for his er­rors. On the oth­er hand, he brought for­ward — or his bi­og­ra­pher for him — ev­idence tend­ing to prove that he was not con­scious­ly dis­hon­est, and that he had, in spite of ap­pear­ances, act­ed with­out col­lu­sion, agree­ment, plan, or pol­icy, as far as con­cerned the rebels. He had stood alone, as was his na­ture. Like Glad­stone, he had thought him­self right.

In the end, Rus­sell en­tan­gled him­self in a hope­less ball of ad­mis­sions, de­nials, con­tra­dic­tions, and re­sent­ments which led even his old col­leagues to drop his de­fence, as they dropped Glad­stone’s; but this was not enough for the stu­dent of diplo­ma­cy who had made a cer­tain the­ory his law of life, and want­ed to hold Rus­sell up against him­self; to show that he had fore­sight and per­sis­tence of which he was un­aware. The ef­fort be­came hope­less when the bi­og­ra­phy in 1889 pub­lished pa­pers which up­set all that Hen­ry Adams had tak­en for diplo­mat­ic ed­uca­tion; yet he sat down once more, when past six­ty years old, to see whether he could un­rav­el the skein.

Of the ob­sti­nate ef­fort to bring about an armed in­ter­ven­tion, on the lines marked out by Rus­sell’s let­ter to Palmer­ston from Gotha, 17 Septem­ber, 1862, noth­ing could be said be­yond Glad­stone’s plea in ex­cuse for his speech in pur­suance of the same ef­fort, that it was “the most sin­gu­lar and pal­pa­ble er­ror,” “the least ex­cus­able,” “a mis­take of in­cred­ible gross­ness,” which passed de­fence; but while Glad­stone threw him­self on the mer­cy of the pub­lic for his speech, he at­tempt­ed no ex­cuse for Lord Rus­sell who led him in­to the “in­cred­ible gross­ness” of an­nounc­ing the For­eign Sec­re­tary’s in­tent. Glad­stone’s of­fence, “sin­gu­lar and pal­pa­ble,” was not the speech alone, but its cause — the pol­icy that in­spired the speech. “I weak­ly sup­posed . . . I re­al­ly, though most strange­ly, be­lieved that it was an act of friend­li­ness.” What­ev­er ab­sur­di­ty Glad­stone sup­posed, Rus­sell sup­posed noth­ing of the sort. Nei­ther he nor Palmer­ston “most strange­ly be­lieved” in any propo­si­tion so ob­vi­ous­ly and pal­pa­bly ab­surd, nor did Napoleon de­lude him­self with phi­lan­thropy. Glad­stone, even in his con­fes­sion, mixed up pol­icy, speech, mo­tives, and per­sons, as though he were try­ing to con­fuse chiefly him­self.

There Glad­stone’s ac­tiv­ity seems to have stopped. He did not reap­pear in the mat­ter of the rams. The rebel in­flu­ence shrank in 1863, as far as is known, to Lord Rus­sell alone, who wrote on Septem­ber 1 that he could not in­ter­fere in any way with those ves­sels, and there­by brought on him­self Mr. Adams’s dec­la­ra­tion of war on Septem­ber 5. A stu­dent held that, in this re­fusal, he was mere­ly fol­low­ing his pol­icy of Septem­ber, 1862, and of ev­ery step he had tak­en since 1861.

The stu­dent was wrong. Rus­sell proved that he had been fee­ble, timid, mis­tak­en, se­nile, but not dis­hon­est. The ev­idence is con­vinc­ing. The Lairds had built these ships in re­liance on the known opin­ion of the law-​of­fi­cers that the statute did not ap­ply, and a ju­ry would not con­vict. Min­is­ter Adams replied that, in this case, the statute should be amend­ed, or the ships stopped by ex­er­cise of the po­lit­ical pow­er. Bethell re­joined that this would be a vi­ola­tion of neu­tral­ity; one must pre­serve the sta­tus quo. Tac­it­ly Rus­sell con­nived with Laird, and, had he meant to in­ter­fere, he was bound to warn Laird that the de­fect of the statute would no longer pro­tect him, but he al­lowed the builders to go on till the ships were ready for sea. Then, on Septem­ber 3, two days be­fore Mr. Adams’s “su­per­flu­ous” let­ter, he wrote to Lord Palmer­ston beg­ging for help; “The con­duct of the gen­tle­men who have con­tract­ed for the two iron­clads at Birken­head is so very sus­pi­cious,” — he be­gan, and this he ac­tu­al­ly wrote in good faith and deep con­fi­dence to Lord Palmer­ston, his chief, call­ing “the con­duct” of the rebel agents “sus­pi­cious” when no one else in Eu­rope or Amer­ica felt any sus­pi­cion about it, be­cause the whole ques­tion turned not on the rams, but on the tech­ni­cal scope of the For­eign En­list­ment Act, — “that I have thought it nec­es­sary to di­rect that they should be de­tained,” not, of course, un­der the statute, but on the ground urged by the Amer­ican Min­is­ter, of in­ter­na­tion­al obli­ga­tion above the statute. “The So­lic­itor Gen­er­al has been con­sult­ed and con­curs in the mea­sure as one of pol­icy though not of strict law. We shall thus test the law, and, if we have to pay dam­ages, we have sat­is­fied the opin­ion which pre­vails here as well as in Amer­ica that that kind of neu­tral hos­til­ity should not be al­lowed to go on with­out some at­tempt to stop it.”

For naivete that would be un­usu­al in an un­paid at­tache of Lega­tion, this sud­den leap from his own to his op­po­nent’s ground, af­ter two years and a half of dogged re­sis­tance, might have roused Palmer­ston to in­hu­man scorn, but in­stead of de­ri­sion, well earned by Rus­sell’s old at­tacks on him­self, Palmer­ston met the ap­peal with won­der­ful loy­al­ty. “On con­sult­ing the law of­fi­cers he found that there was no law­ful ground for med­dling with the iron­clads,” or, in un­pro­fes­sion­al lan­guage, that he could trust nei­ther his law of­fi­cers nor a Liv­er­pool ju­ry; and there­fore he sug­gest­ed buy­ing the ships for the British Navy. As proof of “crim­inal neg­li­gence” in the past, this sug­ges­tion seemed de­ci­sive, but Rus­sell, by this time, was floun­der­ing in oth­er trou­bles of neg­li­gence, for he had ne­glect­ed to no­ti­fy the Amer­ican Min­is­ter. He should have done so at once, on Septem­ber 3. In­stead he wait­ed till Septem­ber 4, and then mere­ly said that the mat­ter was un­der “se­ri­ous and anx­ious con­sid­er­ation.” This note did not reach the Lega­tion till three o’clock on the af­ter­noon of Septem­ber 5 — af­ter the “su­per­flu­ous” dec­la­ra­tion of war had been sent. Thus, Lord Rus­sell had sac­ri­ficed the Lairds: had cost his Min­istry the price of two iron­clads, be­sides the Al­aba­ma Claims — say, in round num­bers, twen­ty mil­lion dol­lars — and had put him­self in the po­si­tion of ap­pear­ing to yield on­ly to a threat of war. Fi­nal­ly he wrote to the Ad­mi­ral­ty a let­ter which, from the Amer­ican point of view, would have sound­ed youth­ful from an Eton school­boy: –

Septem­ber 14, 1863. MY DEAR DUKE: –

It is of the ut­most im­por­tance and ur­gen­cy that the iron­clads build­ing at Birken­head should not go to Amer­ica to break the block­ade. They be­long to Mon­sieur Bravay of Paris. If you will of­fer to buy them on the part of the Ad­mi­ral­ty you will get mon­ey’s worth if he ac­cepts your of­fer; and if he does not, it will be pre­sump­tive proof that they are al­ready bought by the Con­fed­er­ates. I should state that we have sug­gest­ed to the Turk­ish Gov­ern­ment to buy them; but you can eas­ily set­tle that mat­ter with the Turks. . . .

The hi­lar­ity of the sec­re­taries in Port­land Place would have been loud had they seen this let­ter and re­al­ized the mud­dle of dif­fi­cul­ties in­to which Earl Rus­sell had at last thrown him­self un­der the im­pulse of the Amer­ican Min­is­ter; but, nev­er­the­less, these let­ters up­set from top to bot­tom the re­sults of the pri­vate sec­re­tary’s diplo­mat­ic ed­uca­tion forty years af­ter he had sup­posed it com­plete. They made a pic­ture dif­fer­ent from any­thing he had con­ceived and ren­dered worth­less his whole painful diplo­mat­ic ex­pe­ri­ence.

To re­con­struct, when past six­ty, an ed­uca­tion use­ful for any prac­ti­cal pur­pose, is no prac­ti­cal prob­lem, and Adams saw no use in at­tack­ing it as on­ly the­oret­ical. He no longer cared whether he un­der­stood hu­man na­ture or not; he un­der­stood quite as much of it as he want­ed; but he found in the “Life of Glad­stone” (II, 464) a re­mark sev­er­al times re­peat­ed that gave him mat­ter for cu­ri­ous thought. “I al­ways hold,” said Mr. Glad­stone, “that politi­cians are the men whom, as a rule, it is most dif­fi­cult to com­pre­hend”; and he added, by way of strength­en­ing it: “For my own part, I nev­er have thus un­der­stood, or thought I un­der­stood, above one or two.”

Earl Rus­sell was cer­tain­ly not one of the two.

Hen­ry Adams thought he al­so had un­der­stood one or two; but the Amer­ican type was more fa­mil­iar. Per­haps this was the suf­fi­cient re­sult of his diplo­mat­ic ed­uca­tion; it seemed to be the whole.