Statesmen -- United States; United States -- Biography
He was active in that almost interminable discussion concerning a United
States Bank. The first bank, chartered in 1791, had Hamilton for its
defender, and Jefferson for its opponent. In 1811, the bank failed to
obtain a renewal of its charter. During the war of 1812, the subject was
again urged. The Jeffersonians were opposed to any bank; another party
favored a bank which should help the government by heavy loans, and be
relieved from paying its notes in specie; still another party, to which
Webster belonged, favored a bank with reasonable capital, compelled to
redeem its notes in specie, and at liberty to make loans or not to the
government. On the subject of the currency he made some remarkable
speeches, showing a knowledge of the subject perhaps unequalled since
Hamilton.
The bank bill passed in 1816, shorn of some of its objectionable
features. On April 26, Mr. Webster presented his resolutions requiring
all dues to the government to be paid in coin, or in Treasury notes, or
in notes of the Bank of the United States, and by a convincing speech
aided in its adoption, thus rendering his country a signal service.
During this session of Congress, Webster received a challenge to a duel
from John Randolph of Roanoke, and was brave enough to refuse, saying,
"It is enough that I do not feel myself bound, at all times and under
any circumstances, to accept from any man, who shall choose to risk his
own life, an invitation of this sort."
The time had come now in Mr. Webster's life for a broader sphere; he
decided to move to Boston. His law practice had never brought more than
two thousand dollars a year, and he needed more than this for his
growing family. Besides, his house at Portsmouth, costing him six
thousand dollars, had been burned, his library and furniture destroyed,
and he must begin the world anew.
The loss of property was small compared with another loss close at hand.
Grace, the beautiful, precocious first-born, the sunshine of the home,
died in her father's arms, smiling full in his face as she died. He wept
like a child, and could never forget that parting look.
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