With such abuse visited on Jefferson, it is easy to imagine the fate of his less important friends. Sam Adams was the laughing-stock of the silk stockings. Franklin was considered as base as Jefferson. ‘Some person left at my house this morning a copy of Old Franklin’s works, or rather plagiarisms,’ wrote ‘Porcupine.’ ‘I look upon everything which this unclean old fellow had a hand in to be contaminated and contaminating,’[1366] and the time was to come when a Federalist mob raging through the streets of Philadelphia would throw rocks through Bache’s windows and besmear Franklin’s statue with mud. Tom Paine, always a fair mark, was written down in print as a libertine. ‘Porcupine’s Gazette,’ which was the favorite journal in the cultured homes of the pure at heart, had a story that Paine had been ‘caught on his knees at a lady’s feet by her husband,’ and had explained that he was ‘only measuring your lady for stays,’ at which the delighted husband ‘kissed and thanked him for his politeness.’[1367] Because John Swanwick, a popular young Philadelphia merchant, had cast his lot with the Democrats, blocked the plans at the meeting of the merchants on the Jay Treaty, and defeated Fitzsimons for Congress, he was venomously assailed. When he toasted ‘The Rights of Women’ at a Democratic banquet, ‘Porcupine’ sneered that he did well ‘to turn out a volunteer,’ for ‘no lady will ever give a bounty for his services.’[1368] That he was a conscienceless rascal may be inferred from ‘Porcupine’s’ suggestion that his ‘consummate wisdom and patriotism’ had been shown, when, in the legislature, he had ‘sought to procure a law preventing imprisonment for debt.’[1369] Fatally ill at the time, ‘Porcupine’ followed him with indecent sneers to his grave.[1370]

Nor were even the Democratic women spared, and the Federalists’ favorite journal sneered repeatedly at the wife of Justice M’Kean. ‘Why is Mrs. M’Kean like a taylor? Because she trims her good man’s jacket.’[1371] ‘I have no objections to their toasting Judge M’Kean’—at a banquet—‘but the unmannerly brutes might have added his lady.’[1372] Even the Judge’s famously beautiful daughter was not spared, and during her courtship by the Spanish Minister, Don Carlos de Yrujo, the fashionable circles were snickering behind their fans over ‘Porcupine’s’ comment that ‘what were his motives in commencing the suit we shall leave our readers to divine.’[1373] Giles was ‘Farmer Giles,’ who descended ‘from the lowest grade of gentleman’—‘a gambler at heart’—devotee of the race-track, and ‘the infamous faro table.’[1374] Monroe was infamous, and even gentle, cultured old Dr. Logan, ’neath whose magnificent trees at ‘Stenton’ Mrs. Washington had passed delightful afternoons, became a cross between a clown and a rascal. No Democrat was spared.

The Democrats, overwhelmed, were comparatively tame, but the publication of Hamilton’s pamphlet on his relations with Mrs. Reynolds, necessitated as he foolishly thought by the book of the notorious Callender, made him an easy mark for the Democratic scandal-mongers. In July he had appeared in Philadelphia to secure affidavits from Monroe and Muhlenberg—‘an attestation,’ as Bache phrased it, ‘of his having cuckolded James Reynolds.’ It was understood that ‘his man Oliver [Wolcott] had made out an affidavit as long as your arm,’ but that others were desired ‘to patch up the threads and fragments of his character.’ Soon, said Bache, ‘our ex-Secretary expects to be brought to bed of his pamphlet containing love-sick epistles.’[1375] When it was printed three months later, Bache published a letter from New York to the effect that it had appeared in the morning ‘and at six o’clock in the evening the town rings with it.’ But ‘the women cry out against it as if its publication was high treason against the rights of women.’[1376]

It was impossible for the ostracism of Democrats, however, to blur the social brilliancy of the season. Pinckney found his evenings crowded ‘with plays, public and private,’ and his dinner invitations ‘abundant.’[1377] Subscription dances, brilliant dinners every night, elaborate entertainments, a giddy whirl. The diplomats were particularly lavish, none so much so as Liston, the British Minister, at whose table Otis, Harper, Sedgwick, Wolcott were frequent guests, and he was on terms of such familiarity with the President that they sometimes strolled together in the streets. But everywhere in the fashionable houses the Jeffersonians were excluded, if not by lack of invitation, by the offensive coldness of their reception. The play-houses were packed, albeit the entertainment was sometimes so vulgar and obscene that fathers indignantly left with their daughters.[1378] Everywhere politics was on a rampage, and even at the dinner table of President Adams the passions seethed. ‘By God, I would rather see this world annihilated,’ shouted Blair McClanachan, ‘than see this country united with Great Britain.’[1379] ‘I dine next Tuesday at Court,’ wrote Gallatin to his wife, ‘Courtland dining there the other day heard Her Majesty, as she was asking the names of different members of Congress of Hindman, being told of some of the aristocratic party, say, “Ah, that is one of OUR people.” So that she is Mrs. President, not of the United States, but of a faction.’[1380]

VII

This rabid spirit was not a little inspired by the press, which, in turn, was encouraged by the politicians. A new Knight of Scurrility had entered the lists, encouraged by Hamilton, armed with a pen that flowed poison. He had previously distinguished himself by his brilliant and abusive pamphlets attacking Priestley, the Democratic Societies, and the Irish, and by his exhibition in his shop window of pictures of George III and Lord North, with Franklin and Sam Adams coupled with fools or knaves. His unlimited capacity for abuse, his insane fury against the French Revolution, his unfathomable contempt for democracy, his devotion to England, fitted in with the spirit of society, and William Cobbett launched his ‘Porcupine’s Gazette’ under the most distinguished patronage. In his first issue, in an open letter to Bache, he had described the ‘Aurora’ as a ‘vehicle of lies and sedition.’ This was his keynote. Soon the Federalists were reading ‘Porcupine’ as a Bible, and the editors were making journalism a matter of blackguardism, of black eyes and bloody noses. In blood and breeding, Cobbett was inferior to Freneau, Bache, or Duane, but he was a more consummate master of satire than any of them. He could string chaste words into a scorpion lash that Swift would have envied, or stoop to an obscenity and vulgarity that would have delighted Kit Marlowe in his cups. None but a genius could have risen from his original low estate, with so little education. But a little while before a corporal in the British army, and still a citizen of England, his English biographer makes the point that the happiest days of his life were those when he edited the Federalists’ favorite journal because ‘he was fighting for his country.’[1381] Nothing pleased him more than to lash and lambaste the old heroes of the American Revolution, Jefferson, Franklin, Paine, and Sam Adams, and he could not only do it with impunity, but to the applause of society. Fenno sought to keep pace, in his weak way, and Bache tried to match him in abuse. The fur flew. There were physical assaults and rumors of assaults. The time was approaching when Bache would have to barricade himself with a few armed friends in his office to protect his life and property from the destruction of a Federalist mob; when he would be set upon by ruffians and beaten, and when he would exchange blows with Fenno in the street. ‘The white-livered, black-hearted thing Bache, that public pest and bane of decency,’ wrote ‘Porcupine,’ and the ladies of Mrs. Bingham’s circle agreed that Mr. Cobbett was tremendously clever.[1382]

It was a feverish summer, fall, and winter. Public dinners were the fashion, bristling with fighting toasts. Through these the Jeffersonians sought to keep up the courage of their party. Always toasts to the French Republic, and always toasts to the Irish patriots—‘May the Irish harp be speedily torn from the British willow and made to vibrate to a revolutionary tune.’ References to Jay’s Treaty were followed by the playing of ‘The Dead March.’ Franklin, Jefferson, Monroe—these were invariably honored.[1383] The Federalists penetrated the Jeffersonian stronghold of Philadelphia with a banquet at the Cameron Tavern, Southwark, with warlike toasts, and with Harper as the hero,[1384] and a few days later the ‘young men’ of this district met to pass ringing resolutions endorsing the ‘wisdom and integrity’ of the Administration. One courageous soul moved to strike out the word ‘wisdom,’ and the crowd struck him out instead; whereupon a few gathered about and cheered for Jefferson.[1385]

But the most notable banquet was in honor of Monroe in Philadelphia. Reaching the city, the former Minister to France left the boat with Mrs. Monroe, to be summarily ordered back by the health officers until he had ‘undergone the usual formalities of examination.’ Short shrift for Democrats was the order of the day, and the returning Minister of his Government to another nation returned with his wife to remain on board until ‘examined.’ Such was the morbid madness of the Federalists of this period that it was considered a triumph for the Administration to hold the former Minister and his wife with the immigrants. ‘Porcupine’ roared with glee in his best barrack-room manner.[1386] When finally released, Monroe went into conference immediately with Jefferson, Gallatin, and Burr, and for two hours the leaders listened to a detailed story of his mission. Gallatin, who had refrained up to this time from expressing an opinion on Monroe’s conduct, was convinced, from his conversation, ‘manner, and everything,’ that he was ‘possessed of integrity superior to all attacks of malignity,’ and had conducted himself ‘with irreproachable honor and the most dignified sense of duty.’ When the conference was over, Gallatin, at least, felt that the ‘Administration have acted with a degree of meanness only exceeded by their folly.’[1387]

This became the view of the Jeffersonians generally. A dinner was given at O’Eller’s Hotel, with General Horatio Gates in the chair. There was Jefferson, and there, too, were Burr, Livingston, Gallatin, Tazewell, Judge M’Kean, the Governor, and fifty members of Congress. With enthusiasm they drank to the freedom of Ireland, and on the invitation of Gates they lifted their glasses with cheers to ‘Charles James Fox and the Patriots of England’—a frequently recurring Jeffersonian toast of the times. Livingston proposed—‘Monroe, the virtuous citizen, who, to keep the peace of the country, refuses to do justice to himself.’ Monroe responded in a brief speech, unexceptionable in every way, but Gallatin predicted, in a letter to his wife, that ‘Porcupine & Co. will roundly abuse us.’[1388] And Gallatin was right, for that was ‘Porcupine’s’ business. ‘At some tavern in the city,’ ran the ‘Porcupine’ account, ‘a most ludicrous farce called “The Welcome of Citizen Monroe” was performed. The principal characters were the Virginia Philosopher, Mrs. M’Kean’s husband, and Monsieur Citizen Tazewell of the ancient dominion commonly called the Land of Debts.’[1389] Livingston was wrong, however, in his notion that Monroe would remain silent. Urged on by the Jeffersonians, he prepared a defense which was given a nation-wide circulation through the exertions of his fellow partisans.[1390] Jefferson was satisfied, the Federalists enraged. ‘A wicked misrepresentation of the facts,’ though ‘many applaud it,’ wrote Wolcott.[1391]

Meanwhile, the envoys were lost in the mists of the sea, and nothing had reached the public regarding their reception. In November, the atmosphere charged with the electricity of war, Adams returned to the capital from his seat at Braintree, to be escorted with military pomp into the city. The war propagandists were good psychologists sometimes. When Governor Mifflin, Democrat, ordered out the militia to parade in the President’s honor, ‘Porcupine’ graciously declared it ‘the first decent act he had ever been guilty of.’[1392] On the night of his arrival there was a dinner at O’Eller’s in honor of ‘His Serene Highness of Braintree,’ as Bache put it, and so noisy was the demonstration that ‘some ignorant people imagined a boxing match was on the carpet.’[1393]