Betsy Gaskins (Dimicrat), Wife of Jobe Gaskins (Republican): Or, Uncle Tom's Cabin Up to DateHood, W. I. (William I.)
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Betsy Gaskins (Dimicrat), Wife of Jobe Gaskins (Republican): Or, Uncle Tom's Cabin Up to Date
Hood, W. I. (William I.)
Gold; Interest; Money; Paper money -- United States; Populism
Continental money was issued by Congress when we had no government—no
power to tax. Yet if made full legal tender, with no mad promise of
coin, fifty million dollars might have been enough. Gallatin says: “It
saved the country.” Jefferson: “It expired without a groan.” Calhoun:
“It is the ghost conjured up by all who wish to give private banks
control of government credit.” It was used in place of a war tax, and
the people so regarded it.
French assignats broke the spell of royal tyranny in Europe. Such is the
power of a live nation to use and absorb money that nine billion
dollars’ worth of it was issued before it broke down. Even then the
cause of the tumble was that it had no suitable foundation. It was
founded on land taken from the priests, and naturally fell when that
land was returned to the churches.
Our Coin for a Century.
We come now to the coin money of the last half of the eighteenth and the
first half of the nineteenth century. Through ignorance of it, some
silver advocates are dismayed by the fact that so little silver was
coined here before 1878. The great point to be shown is that we had no
need to coin, because so much came from abroad. The way metal money
flowed here during the wars between England and Spain reads like a fairy
story. The treasures of Mexico and South America passed through here and
gave many temporary and flitting coin deposits. Then from the opening of
the Napoleonic wars until 1820 the most of Europe, including England,
was using paper money. So coin came and stayed here. In fact, coin
stayed back in our Western wilds often when it was scarce in Eastern
sections and large cities. Through all smashes and wild-cat times,
Western banks paid coin until 1820. Those were good times for planters
on new soil. The old Virginia planter, in his blue swallow-tail coat
with brass buttons, and his ruffled shirt, always had a pile of
doubloons in his desk. He did not know that European war and paper money
put them there.
The banks, warned by wild-cat experiences, grasped at all coin as they
do now at gold. One bank sucked all there was in North Carolina and
owned the State. It was so plenty in the twenties, in New England, that
they shipped it to Europe.
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