|Walt Whitman (18191892). Prose Works. 1892.|
|I. Specimen Days|
|122. In Memory of Thomas Paine|
SOME thirty-five years ago, in New York city, at Tammany hall, of which place I was then a frequenter, I happend to become quite well acquainted with Thomas Paines perhaps most intimate chum, and certainly his later years very frequent companion, a remarkably fine old man, Col. Fellows, who may yet be rememberd by some stray relics of that period and spot. If you will allow me, I will first give a description of the Colonel himself. He was tall, of military bearing, aged about 78 I should think, hair white as snow, clean-shaved on the face, dressd very neatly, a tail-coat of blue cloth with metal buttons, buff vest, pantaloons of drab color, and his neck, breast and wrists showing the whitest of linen. Under all circumstances, fine manners; a good but not profuse talker, his wits still fully about him, balanced and live and undimmd as ever. He kept pretty fair health, though so old. For employmentfor he was poorhe had a post as constable of some of the upper courts. I used to think him very picturesque on the fringe of a crowd holding a tall staff, with his erect form, and his superb, bare, thickhaird, closely-cropt white head. The judges and young lawyers, with whom he was ever a favorite, and the subject of respect, used to call him Aristides. It was the general opinion among them that if manly rectitude and the instincts of absolute justice remaind vital anywhere about New York City Hall, or Tammany, they were to be found in Col. Fellows. He liked young men, and enjoyd to leisurely talk with them over a social glass of toddy, after his days work, (he on these occasions never drank but one glass,) and it was at reiterated meetings of this kind in old Tammanys back parlor of those days, that he told me much about Thomas Paine. At one of our interviews he gave me a minute account of Paines sickness and death. In short, from those talks, I was and am satisfied that my old friend, with his markd advantages, had mentally, morally and emotionally gauged the author of Common Sense, and besides giving me a good portrait of his appearance and manners, had taken the true measure of his interior character.
Spoken at Lincoln Hall, Philadelphia, Sunday, Jan. 28, 77, for 140th anniversary of T. P.s birth-day.
| Paines practical demeanor, and much of his theoretical belief, was a mixture of the French and English schools of a century ago, and the best of both. Like most old-fashiond people, he drank a glass or two every day, but was no tippler, nor intemperate, let alone being a drunkard. He lived simply and economically, but quite wellwas always cheery and courteous, perhaps occasionally a little blunt, having very positive opinions upon politics, religion, and so forth. That he labord well and wisely for the States in the trying period of their parturition, and in the seeds of their character, there seems to me no question. I dare not say how much of what our Union is owning and enjoying to dayits independenceits ardent belief in, and substantial practice of, radical human rightsand the severance of its government from all ecclesiastical and superstitious dominionI dare not say how much of all this is owing to Thomas Paine, but I am inclined to think a good portion of it decidedly is.|| 2|
| But I was not going either into an analysis or eulogium of the man. I wanted to carry you back a generation or two, and give you by indirection a moments glanceand also to ventilate a very earnest and I believe authentic opinion, nay conviction, of that time, the fruit of the interviews I have mentiond, and of questioning and cross-questioning, clenchd by my best information since, that Thomas Paine had a noble personality, as exhibited in presence, face, voice, dress, manner, and what may be calld his atmosphere and magnetism, especially the later years of his life. I am sure of it. Of the foul and foolish fictions yet told about the circumstances of his decease, the absolute fact is that as he lived a good life, after its kind, he died calmly and philosophically, as became him. He served the embryo Union with most precious servicea service that every man, woman and child in our thirty-eight States is to some extent receiving the benefit of to dayand I for one here cheerfully, reverently throw my pebble on the cairn of his memory. As we all know, the season demandsor rather, will it ever be out of season?that America learn to better dwell on her choicest possession, the legacy of her good and faithful menthat she well preserve their fame, if unquestiondor, if need be, that she fail not to dissipate what clouds have intruded on that fame, and burnish it newer, truer and brighter, continually.|| 3|