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.