“Self-control is not exactly the quality for which my friends give me
most credit. Haire, there, will tell you I am a man of ungovernable
temper, and who never even tried to curb his passion; but I would
hope there is some injustice in this award. I became a perfect dove
in gentleness, as I asked Balfour for the reasons which compelled his
Excellency to make my stepson's exclusion from office a condition. 'I am
not at liberty to state them,' was the cool reply. 'They are personal,
and, of course, delicate?' asked I, in a tone of submission, and he gave
a half assent in silence. I concurred,--that is, I yielded the point. I
went even further. I hinted, vaguely of course, at the courteous
reserve by which his Excellency was willing to spare me such pain as an
unpleasant disclosure--if there were such--might occasion me. I added,
that old men are not good subjects for shocks; and I will say, sirs,
that he looked at me as I spoke with a compassionate pity which won all
my gratitude! Ay, Beattie, and though my veins swelled at the temples,
and I felt a strange rushing sound in my ears, I had no fit, and in a
moment or two was as calm as I am this instant.
“'Let me be clear upon this point,' said I to him. 'I am to nominate to
the office any one except Sewell, and you will confirm such nomination?'
'Precisely,' replied he. 'Such act on my part in no way to prejudice
whatever claim I lay to the appointment in perpetuity, or jeopardize
any rights I now assert?' 'Certainly not,' said he. 'Write it,' said I,
pushing towards him a pen and paper; and so overjoyed was he with his
victorious negotiation that he wrote word for word as I dictated. When
I came to the name Sewell, I added, 'To whose nomination his Excellency
demurs, on grounds of character and conduct sufficient in his
Excellency's estimation to warrant such exclusion; but which, out of
deference to the Chief Baron's feelings, are not set forth in this
negotiation.' 'Is this necessary?' asked he, as he finished writing. 'It
is,' was my reply; 'put your name at foot, and the date;' and he did so.
“I now read over the whole aloud; he winced at the concluding lines, and
said, 'I had rather, with your permission, erase these last words; for
though I know the whole story, and believe it too, there 's no occasion
for entering upon it here.'
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