He supposed
himself, as one of the members of a famous anti-slavery family, to
be welcome everywhere in the British Islands.
On May 13, he met the official announcement that
England recognized the belligerency of the Confederacy. This
beginning of a new education tore up by the roots nearly all that
was left of Harvard College and Germany. He had to learn - the
sooner the better - that his ideas were the reverse of truth; that
in May, 1861, no one in England - literally no one - doubted that
Jefferson Davis had made or would make a nation, and nearly all
were glad of it, though not often saying so. They mostly imitated
Palmerston who, according to Mr. Gladstone, "desired the severance
as a diminution of a dangerous power, but prudently held his
tongue." The sentiment of anti-slavery had disappeared. Lord John
Russell, as Foreign Secretary, had received the rebel emissaries,
and had decided to recognize their belligerency before the arrival
of Mr. Adams in order to fix the position of the British Government
in advance. The recognition of independence would then become an
understood policy; a matter of time and occasion.
Whatever Minister Adams may have felt, the first
effect of this shock upon his son produced only a dullness of
comprehension - a sort of hazy inability to grasp the missile or
realize the blow. Yet he realized that to his father it was likely
to be fatal. The chances were great that the whole family would
turn round and go home within a few weeks. The horizon widened out
in endless waves of confusion. When he thought over the subject in
the long leisure of later life, he grew cold at the idea of his
situation had his father then shown himself what Sumner thought him
to be - unfit for his post. That the private secretary was unfit
for his - trifling though it were - was proved by his unreflecting
confidence in his father. It never entered his mind that his father
might lose his nerve or his temper, and yet in a subsequent
knowledge of statesmen and diplomats extending over several
generations, he could not certainly point out another who could
have stood such a shock without showing it. He passed this long
day, and tedious journey to London, without once thinking of the
possibility that his father might make a mistake. Whatever the
Minister thought, and certainly his thought was not less active
than his son's, he showed no trace of excitement. His manner was
the same as ever; his mind and temper were as perfectly balanced;
not a word escaped; not a nerve twitched.
The test was final, for no other shock so violent
and sudden could possibly recur. The worst was in full sight. For
once the private secretary knew his own business, which was to
imitate his father as closely as possible and hold his tongue.
Dumped thus into Maurigy's Hotel at the foot of Regent Street, in
the midst of a London season, without a friend or even an
acquaintance, he preferred to laugh at his father's bewilderment
before the waiter's "'amhandheggsir" for breakfast, rather than ask
a question or express a doubt. His situation, if taken seriously,
was too appalling to face. Had he known it better, he would only
have thought it worse.
Politically or socially, the outlook was desperate,
beyond retrieving or contesting. Socially, under the best of
circumstances, a newcomer in London society needs years to
establish a position, and Minister Adams had not a week or an hour
to spare, while his son had not even a remote chance of beginning.
Politically the prospect looked even worse, and for Secretary
Seward and Senator Sumner it was so; but for the Minister, on the
spot, as he came to realize exactly where he stood, the danger was
not so imminent. Mr. Adams was always one of the luckiest of men,
both in what he achieved and in what he escaped. The blow, which
prostrated Seward and Sumner, passed over him. Lord John Russell
had acted - had probably intended to act - kindly by him in
forestalling his arrival. The blow must have fallen within three
months, and would then have broken him down. The British Ministers
were a little in doubt still - a little ashamed of themselves - and
certain to wait the longer for their next step in proportion to the
haste of their first.
This is not a story of the diplomatic adventures of
Charles Francis Adams, but of his son Henry's adventures in search
of an education, which, if not taken too seriously, tended to
humor. The father's position in London was not altogether bad; the
son's was absurd. Thanks to certain family associations, Charles
Francis Adams naturally looked on all British Ministers as enemies;
the only public occupation of all Adamses for a hundred and fifty
years at least, in their brief intervals of quarrelling with State
Street, had been to quarrel with Downing Street; and the British
Government, well used to a liberal unpopularity abroad, even when
officially rude liked to be personally civil.
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