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1 0 Edvuard Everett Hole I Continued tromUst week.. have , been near eighty when he died. He locked sixty when he was forty. But he never seemed to me to change a hair afterward. As I Imagine his life, from what I have seen and heard of it, he must have been In every sea, and yet almost never on land. lie must have known In. a formal way, more officers In bur service than any man' living knows. He told me once, with a grave smile, that no man In the world lived so methodical a life as he. Ton know the boys say I am the Iron ' Mask,' and you know how busy he wbr." He said it did not do for anyone to try to read all the time, more than to do anything else all the time ; but that he read just five hours a day. "Then," he said, I keep up my note- such hours from what I have been reading; and I. Include In them my scrapbooks." These were very curious .Indeed. : He had six or eight, of differ ent subjects. There was one of his tory, one of natural science, one which he called "Odds and Ends." But they were not merely books of extracts from newspapers. They had bits of plants and ribbons, shells tied on, and carved scraps of bone and wood, which There Appeared Nolan in His Shirt Sleeves. he had taueht the men to cut for him. and they were beautifully Illustrated. He drew admirably. He had some of iu iuuuiest uiuwuiys mere, aim tome of the most pathetic, that I have ever seen In my life. I wonder who will have Nolan's scrapbooks. Well.he said his reading and his notes were his profession, and that they , took five hours and two hours respectively of each day. "Then," said he, "every man should have a di version as well as a profession. My natural history Is my diversion." That took two hours a day more. The men used to bring him birds and fish, but on a long cruise he had to satisfy him self with centipedes and cockroaches and such small game. He was the only naturalist I ever met who knew any thing about the habits of the house fly and the mosquito. All those people can tell you whether they are Lepl doptera or Steptopotera ; but as for telling how you can get rid of them, or how they get away from you when ypu strike them, why, Linnaeus knew as little of that as John Foy, the idiot, did. These nine hours made Nolan's regular daily "occupation." The rest of the time he talked or walked. Till he'grew very old, he went aloft a great deal, ne always kept up his exercise and I never heard that he was 111. If any other man was ill, he was the kind est nurse. in the world; and he knew more than half the surgeons do. Then If anybody was sick or died, or if the captain wanted him to on any other occasion,' he was always ready to read prayers. I have remarked that he read beautifully. My own acquaintance with Philip Nolan began six or eight years after the war, on my first voyage after I was appointed a midshipman. It was In the first days after our slave trade treaty, while the reigning house, which was still the house of Virginia, had still a sort of sentlmentallsm about the suppression of the horrors of the middle passage, and something was sometimes dofle that way. We were in the South Atlantic on that business. From the time I Joined, I believe I thought Nolan was a sort of lay chaplain a chaplain with a blue coat I never asked about him. Ev erythlng in the ship was strange to me. I knew it was green to ask ques tions, and I suppose I thought there was a "Plaln-Bottons" on every ship. We had him to dine in our mess once a week, and the caution was given that on that day nothing was to be said about home. But If they had told us tot to say anything about the planet Mars or the book of Deuteronomy, I iiould not have asked why ; there were great many things wWch seemed to ill me to have as little reason, i nrsr came to understand anything about "the man without a country" one day when we overhauled a dirty littlo schooner which had slaves on board. An officer was sent to take charge of her, and after a few minutes he sent back his boat to ask that someone might be sent him who could speak Portuguese. We were all looking over the rail when the message came, and we all wished we could interpret, when the captain asked who spoke Por tuguese. But none of the officers did ; and Just as the captain was sending forward to ask if any of the people could, Nolan stepped out and said he should be glad to interpret, if the cap tain wished, as he understood the lan guage. The captain thanked him, fit ted out another boat with him, and in this boat it was my luck to go. , When we got there, it was such a scene as you seldom see, and never want to. N'astlness beyond account, and chaos run loose In the midst of the nustlness. There were not a great many of the negroes; but by way of making what there were understand that they were free, Vaughan had had their handcuffs and anklecuffs knocked oft, and, for convenience sake, was putting them upon the rascals of the schooner's crew. The negroes were, most of them, out of the hold, and swarming all round the dirty deck, with a central throng surrounding Vaughan and addressing him In every dialect and patois of a dialect, from the Zulu click up to the Parisian of BeledelJereed. As we came on deck; Vaughan looked down from a hogshead, on which he hadiounted In desperation, and said: "For God's love, is there anybody who can make these wretches under stand something? The men gave them rum, .and that did not quiet them. I knocked that big fellow down twice, and that did not soothe him. And then I talked Choctaw to all of them to gether ; and I'll be hanged if they un derstood that as well as they under stood the English." Nolan said ' he could speak Por tuguese, "and one or two fine-looking Kroomen were dragged out, who, as it had been found already, had worked for the Portuguese on the coast at Fernando Po. "Tell them they are free," said Vaughan; "and tell them that these rascals are to be hanged as soon as we can get rope enough." Nolan explained It in such Portu guese as the Kroomen could under stand, and they in turn to such of the negroes as could understand them. Then there was such a yell of delight, clinching of fists, leaping and dancing, kissing of Nolan's feet, and a general rush made to the hogshead by way of spontaneous worship of Vaughan as the deus ex machlna of the occasion. "Tell them," said Vaughan, well pleased, "that I will take them all to Cape Talmas." This did not answer so well. Cape Palmas was practically as far from the homes of most of them as New Or leans or Rio Janeiro was ; that is, they would be eternally separated from home there. And their Interpreters, as we could understand, instantly said, "Ah, non Palmas," and began to pro pose Infinite other expedients In most voluble language. Vaughan was rath er disappointed at this result of his liberality, and asked Nolan eagerly what they said. The drops stood on poor Nolan's white forehead as he hushed the men down, and said: "He says, 'Not Talmas.' He says, Take us home, take us to our coun try, take us to our own house, take us to our own pickaninnies and our own women. lie says he has an old father and mother, who will die, If they do not see him. And this one says he left his people all sick, and paddled down to come and help. them, and that these devils caught him In the bay just In sight of home, and that he has never seen anybody from home since then. And this one says," choked out Nolan, "that he has not heard a word from his home in six months, while he has been locked up In an Infernal barracoon." Vaughan always said he grew gray himself while Nolan struggled through this interpretation. I, who did not un derstand anything of the passion In volved in it, saw that the very ele ments were melting with fervent heat, and that something was to pay some where. Even the negroes themselves storped howling as they eaw Nolan's agony, and Vaughan's almost equal agony of sympathy. As quick as he could get words, he said : "Tell them yes, yes; tell them they shall go to the Mountains of the Moon, if they will. If I sail the schooner through the Great White Desert, they shall go homel" And after some fashion Nolan said so. And then they all fell to kissing him again and wanted to rub his nose with theirs. But he could not stand It long; and getting Vaughan to say he might go back, he beckoned me down into our boat. As we lay back in the stern sheets and the men gave way, he said o we: "Youngster, let that show you what It is to De witnoui u larauy, vrnu out a. home, and without a country. And if you are ever tempted to say a word or to do a thing that shall put a bar between you and your family, your home, and your country, pray God in his mercy to take you that in stant home to his own heaven. Stick by your family, boy; forget you have a self, while you do everything for them. Think of your home, boy ; write and send,? and talk about It Let it be nearer and nearer to your thought, the farther you have to travel from it ; and rush to it, when you are free, as that poor black slave Is doing now. And for your country, boy," and the words ttled in his throat, "and for that flag," and he pointed to the ship, "never dream a dream but of serving her as she bids you, though the serv ice carrf you through a thousand hells. No matter what happens to you, no matter who flatters you or who abuses you, never look at another flag, never let a night pass but you pray God to bless that flag. Remember, boy, that behind all these mep you have to do with, behind officers; and government, and people even, there is the country herself, your country, and that you belong to her as you belong to your own mother. Stand by her, boy, as you would stand by your mother, if those devils there had got hold of her today l" I was frightened to death by all calm, hard passion; but I blundered out thnt I would, by all that wa3 holy, and that I had never thought of doing anything else. He hardly seemed to hear me; but he did, almost , In a whisper, say: "Oh, If anybody had said so to me when I was of your age 1" I think it was this half-confidence of his, which I never abusvd, for Its ever told this story till now, which after ward made us great friends. He was very kind to me. Often he sat up, or even got up, at night to walk the deck with me when it was my watch. He explained to me a great deal of my mathematics. He lent me books, and helped me about my reading. Vile nev er alluded so directly to his story again; bnt from one and another offi cer I have learned, In thirty years, what I am telling. When we parted from him in St. Thomas harbor, at the end of our cruise, I was more sorry than I can tell. I was very glad to meet him again in 1830; and later In life, when I thought I had some In fluence In Washington, I moved heav en and earth to have him discharged. But It was like getting a ghost out of prison. They pretended there was no such man, and never was such a man. They will say so at the department now I Perhaps they do not know. It will not be the first thing in the serv ice of which the department appears to know nothing! There is a story that. Nolan met Burr once on one of our vessels, when a party of Americans came on board In the Mediterranean. But this I be lieve to be a lie ; or rather, it is a myth, ben trovato, involving a I tre mendous blowing-up with which he sank Burr, asking him how he liked to be "without a country." But' It Is clear, from Burr's life, that nothing of the sort could have happened; and I mention this only as an illustration of the 6torles which get a-going where there is the least mystery at bottom. So Philip Nolan had his wish ful filled. Poor fellow, he repented of his folly, and then, like a man, submitted to the fate he had asked for. He nev er intentionally added to the difficulty or delicacy, of the charge of those who had him In hold. Accidents would happen ; but they never happened from his fault. Lieutenant Truxton told me that when Texas was annexed, there was a careful discussion among the ! officers, whether they should get hold of Nolan's handsome set of maps, and cut Texas out of It, from the map of the world and the map of Mexico. The United States had been cut out when the atlas was bought for him. But It was voted rightly enough, that to do this would be virtually to reveal to him what had happened, or, as narry Cole said, to make him think Old Burr had succeeded. So It was from no fault of Nolan's that a' great botch happened at my own table, when, for a short time, I was In command of the George Washington corVptte, on the South American station. We were ( lying In the La Plata, and some of the officers, who had been on shore, and had Just Joined again, were entertain ing us with accounts of their mlsad- . ventures In riding the half-wild horses of Buenos Aires. Nolan was at table, j and was In an unusually bright and i l Hushed the Men Down. talkative mood. Some story of a tum ble reminded mm oi an auveuiurw u& his own, when he was catching wild horses in Texas with his brother Steph en, at a time when he must have been quite a boy. He told the story with a good deal of spirit so much so, that the silence which often follows a good story hung over the table for an' in stant to be broken by Nolan himself. For be asked, perfectly unconsciously, "Pray what has become of Texas? After the Mexicans got their Independ ence, I thought that province of Texas would come forward very fast It is really one of the finest regions on earth ; It is the Italy of this continent. But I have not seen or heard a word of Texas for near twenty years." There were two Texan officers at the table. The reason he had never heard of Texas was that Texas and her af fairs had been painfully out of his newspapers since Austin began his settlements ; so that, while he read of Honduras and Tamaullpas, and, till quite lately, of California, this virgin province, in which his brother had traveled so far and, I believe, had died, had ceased , to be with him. Walters and Williams, the two Texas men, looked grimly at each other, and tried not to laugh,; Edward Morris had his attention attracted by the third link in the chain of the captain's chan delier. Watrous was seized with a con vulsion of sneezing. Nolan himself saw that something was to pay, he did not know what . And I, as master of the feast, had to say: "Texas is out of the map, Mr. No lan. Have you seen Captain Back's curious account of Sir Thomas Roe's Welcome?" After that cruise I never saw No lan again. I . wrote to him at least twice a year, for In that voyage we became even confidentially intimate f but he never wrote to me. The other men tell me that In those fifteen years he aged very fast, as well he might Indeed, but that he was still the same gentle, uncomplaining, silent sufferer that he ever was, bearing as best he could his self-appointed punishment, rather less social, perhaps, with new men whom he did not know, but more anxious, apparently, than ever to serve and befriend and teach the boys, some of whom fairly seemed to worship him. And now it seems the dear old fellow Is dead. He has found a home at last and a country. Since writing this, and while con sidering whether or no I would print It, as a warning to the young of today of what it is to throw away a country, I have received from Danforth, who Is on board the Levant, a letter which gives an account of Nolan's last hours. It removes all my doubts about telling this story. To understand the first words of the letter, the nonprofessional reader should remember that after 1817 the position of every officer who had No lan in charge was one of the greatest delicacy. The government had failed to renew the order of 1807 regarding him. What was a man to do? Should he let him go? What, then, If he were called to account by the depart ment for violating the. order of 1807? Should he keep him? What, then. If Nolan should be liberated some day, and should bring an action for false Imprisonment or kidnaping against ev ery man who had had him In charge? I urged and pressed this upon South ard, and I have reason to think that other officers did the same thing. But the secretary always said, as they so often do at Washington, that there were no special orders to give, and that we must act on our own judg ment. That means, "If you succeed, you will be sustained; if you fall, you will be disavowed." Well, as Danforth says, all that is over now, though I do not know but I expose myself to a criminal prosecution on the evidence of the very revelation I am making. Here is the letter: "Levant, 2 2" S. 131 W. "Dear Fred I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old Nolan. I have been with him on this voyage more than I ever was, and I can understand wholly now the way in which you used to speak of the dear old fellow. I could see that he was not strong, but I bad no idea that the end was so near. The doctor hnd been watching him very carefully, and yesterday morning came to me and told me that Nolan was not so well and had not left his stateroom a thing I never remember before. He had let the doctor come and see him as he lay there, the first time the doctor had been In the stateroom, and he said he should like to see me. Oh, dear! do you remember the mysteries we boys used to invent about his room, in the old Intrepid days? Well, I went In, and there, to be sure, the poor fel low lay in his berth, smiling pleasant ly as he gave me his hand, but look ing very frail. I could not help a glance round, which showed me what a little shrine he had made of the box he was lying in. The stars and stripes were triced up above and around a picture of Washington, and he had painted . a majestic eagle, with light nings blazing .from his beak and his foot Just clasping the whole globe, which his wings overshadowed. The dear old boy saw my glance,' and said, with a sad smile, 'nere, you see, I have a country !' And then he pointed to the foot of his bed, where I had not seen before a great map of the United States, as he had drawn It from mem ory, and which he had there to look upon as he lay. Quaint, queer old names were on It In large letters : Indiana Territory,' 'Mississippi Ter ritory,' and 'Louisiana,' as I supposed our fathers learned such things; but the old fellow had patched in Texas, too ; he had carried his western boun dary all the way to the Pacific, but on that shore he had defined nothing, i 'Oh, Danforth,' he said, 'I know I am dying. I cannot get horoe. Sure- ly you will tea jne sotneiuiug uuw i Stop! stop! Do not speak till I say what I am sure you know, that there Is not in this ship, that there Is not in America God bless her! a more loyal man than I. There cannot be a man who loves the old flag as I do, or prays for It as I do, or hopes for it as I do. There are thirty-four stars in it now, Danforth.. I thank God for that, though I do not know what their names are. There has never been one taken away; I thank God for that I know by that, that there has never been any successful Burr. Oh, Dan forth, Danforth,'' he" sighed out, 'how like a wretched night's dream a boy's Idea of personal fame or of separate sovereignty seems, when one looks back on It after such a life as mine! rBut tell me tell me something tell me everything, Danforth, before I die P "Ingham, I swear to you that I felt like a monster that I had not told him everything before. Danger or no dan ger, delicacy or ne delicacy, who was I that I should have been acting the tyrant all this time over this dear, sainted old man, who had years ago expiated, In his whole manhood's life, the. madness of a boy's treason? 'Mr. Nolan,' said I 'I will tell you everything you ask about Only, where shal I "begin?" "Oh, the blessed smile that crept over his white face I and he pressed my hand and said, 'God bless you! Tell me their names,' he said, and he point ed to the stars on the flag. 'The last I know is Ohio. .My father lived in Kentucky. But I have guessed Mich igan and Indiana and Mississippi that was where Fort Adams Is they make twenty. But where are your other fourteen? You have not cut up any of the old ones, I hope?' "Well, that was not a bad text, and I told him the names. In as good or der as I could, and he bade me take down his beautiful map and draw them In as I best could with my pencil. He was wild with delight about Texas, told me how his brother died there; he had marked a gold cross where he supposed his brother's grave was ; and he had guessed atx Texas. Then he was delighted as he saw California and Oregon that, he said, he hud sus pected partly, because he had never been permitted to land on that shore, though the ships were there so much. 'And the men,' said ho, laughing, 'brought oft a good ileal besides furs.' Then he went back heavens, how far to ask about the Chesapeake, and what was done to Barron for surren dering her to the Leopard, and wheth er Burr ever tried again, and he ground his teeth with the only passion he showed. But In a moment that was over, and he said, 'God forgive me, for I am sure I forgive him.' Then he asked about the old war told I me the true story of his serving the 'Tell Me Their Names," He Said. gun the day we took the Java asked about dear old David Porter, as he called him. Then he settled down more quietly, and very happily, to hear me tell in an hour the history of fifty years. , "How I wished It had been some body who knew something! But I did as well as I could. I told him of the English war. I told him about Ful ton and the steamboat beginning. I told him about old Scott and Jackson; told him all I could think about the Mississippi, and New Orleans, and Texas, and his own old Kentucky. And do you know he asked who was in command of the 'Legion of the West?' I told him It was a very gal lant officer named Grant, and that by our last news, he was about to estab lish his heudquarters at Vlcksburg. Then, Where was Vlcksburg?' I worked that out on the map; it was about a hundred miles, more or less, above his old Fort Adams; and I thought Fort Adams must be a ruin now. 'It must be at old Vick's plan tation,' said he; 'well, that is a change 1' "I tell you, Ingham, it was a hard thing to condense the history of half a century into that talk with a sick roan. And I do not know what I told him of emigration, and the means of itof steamboats and railroads and telegraphs of inventions and books and llterature-of the colleges and West 4 Point ' and the Naval school but with the queerest interruptions .that ever you heard. Ton see it was Robinson Crusoe asking all the accu mulated questions of . fifty-six years. ' "I remember he asked, all of a sud den, who was president now; and when I told hlaa, he asked If Old Abe was Gen. Benjamin Lincoln's son. He Raid "he met old General Lincoln, when he was quite a boy himself, at some Indian treaty. I said no, that Old Abe was a'Kentucklan like himself, but I could not tell him of what family; he If had worked up Irom tne rau. w for him!' cried Nolan; 'I am glad that As I have brooded and dered, I have thought our danger in keeping up those regular rocrw Elons In the first families.' Then I got talking about my visit to Was ington. I told him of meeting the Ore gon congressman, Harding; I told Mm about Smithsonian and the exploring expedition ; I told him about the eajsV tol and the statues for the pediment and , Crawford's 'Liberty aad Greenough's Washington : Inghaaa, I told him everything I could think mt that would show the grandeur of Msr country and Its prosperity. "And he drank it In, and enjoyed ft as I cannot tell you. He grew saf and more silent yet I never tfaontfist he was tired or faint I gave him m, glass of "water, but be just wet Ida Ea, and told me not to go away. Tbea hm asked me to bring the Pi-esbjterltn Book of Public Prayer, which fay there, and said, with a smile, that tt would open at the right place cad mm It did. There was his double wtA mark down the page; I knelt 6amm and read, and he repeated mKU wtc. Tot ourselves and our country. O gra cious God, we thank thee, that. m$r withstandlng our manifold tmuQnea slons of thy holy laws, thou tnut earn tinned to us thy marvelous kindamf and so to the end of that thanfasJiv Ing. Then he turned to the end the same book, and I read 'the wot&s more familiar to me: 'Most TorartSftr. we beseech thee with thy fawyr to km hold and bless thy servant th presi dent of the United States, and ad others in authority and the red. T the Episcopal collect Dxntnrti)? said he, I have repeated those prajwrst' night and morning, It Is now fifty-dree years.' And then he said he twnrfld go to sleep. He bent me dowa emar him and kissed me; and he aa& Look in my Bible, Danforth, when I am gone.' And I went away. "But I had no thought it was tlm end. I thought he was tired aodl would sleep. I knew he was fcapsji and I wanted him to be alone. "But in an hour, when the rtnr went in gently, he found Nolan bad! breathed his life away with a snfite. He had something pressed tSom to his Hps. It was his father's tea4&e mt! the Order of Cincinnati. "We looked In his Bible, and fhr was a slip of paper, at tfce cCua where he had marked the text " They desire a country, heavenly: wherefore God is awft ashamed to be called their Go&t far he hath prepared for them a tly," "On this slip of paper he Jaasfl we&Sr ten: " 'Bury me In the sea; It feat twezr my home, and I love it But wO! met someone set up a stone for mj mem ory at Fort Adams or at Orieawn tStxt my disgrace may not be more tlaa ought to bear? Say on it: In Memory of PHILIP NOLAJI Lieutenant In the, Army of the United State. M Tie loved his country as na ctfoer man has loved her; but no aeuc de served less at her hands. (THE END.) Story Everyone Should Ez2 Dr. Edward Everett Hale is feestt known to the present generatioa a writer of fiction that has taken a fagflr and deserved place in Americas G?sisa ture. His immortal short stevy, "TO Man Without a Country," was ovta llshed anonymously in , the At&mOia Monthly In 1863 and collected 02 other stories In a volume Issued CVe years afterward. Great as were Doctor Ha1ea cenftsfc. buttons to the literature of m enrat- try, there is nothing in all Ite 1 which will live longer than hSm. trayal of Philip Nolan's onfbeftuiaAs career. Since its first rcftficaffi now many years more than half a t tury ago, It has been considered a ma terpiece of literature at well as an o equaled inspiration to patrfotijn. 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