United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"It would seem so and yet we must be fair to him. We are not to think
that the King is the only black pot on the fire. He is probably the
best of kings but I can not think of one king who would be respectable
in Boston or Philadelphia. Their expenses have been great, their taxes
robbery, so they have had to study the magic arts of seeming to be just
and righteous. They have been a lot of conjurers trained to create
illusions."
"I suppose that Britain is no worse than other kingdoms," said the
young man.
"On the whole she is the best of them. Under the surface here I find
the love of liberty and all good things. Chatham, Burke and Fox are
their voices. We are not to wonder that Lord North puts a price on
every man. His is the soul of a past in which most men have had their
price. It was the old way of removing difficulties in the management
of a state. It succeeded. A new day is at hand. Its forerunners are
here. He has not seen the signs in the sky or heard the cocks crowing.
He is still asleep. I know many men in England whom he could not buy."
Only three days before the philosopher had had a talk with North at the
urgent request of Howe, who, to his credit, was eager for
reconciliation. The King's friend and minister was contemptuous.
"I am quite indifferent to war," he had cynically declared at last.
"The confiscations it would produce will provide for many of our
friends."
It was an astonishing bit of frankness.
"I take this opportunity of assuring Your Lordship that for all the
property you seize or destroy in America, you will pay to the last
farthing," said Franklin.
This treatment was like that he had received from other members of the
government since the unfortunate publication of the Hutchinson, Rogers
and Oliver letters. They seemed to entertain the notion that he had
forfeited the respect due a gentleman.
A few days after Franklin had given air to his suspicion that the
government party would try to tow him into port three stout British
ships had broken their cables on him. An invitation not likely to be
received by one who had really forfeited the respect of gentlemen was
in his hands. The shrewd philosopher did not think twice about it. He
knew that here was the first step in a change of tactics. He could not
properly decline to accept it and so he went to dine and spend the
night with a most distinguished company at the country seat of Lord
Howe.
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