The old South : $b A monograph — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The old South : $b A monograph
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With such political leaders as these men, and with the finest
intellect and character of the Old South devoted for generations
to the study and exposition of the purest party politics, I am not
surprised at the higher level of parties and platforms of the Old
South. Politics was not a “graft,” as the present-day political
ringster defines it. The political and personal conscience were one
and the same, and a man’s politics was no small part of his religion.
I am not saying that all political leaders were incorruptible
statesmen, or that an unselfish patriotism was the invariable mark
of its party politics. The demagogue was not unknown, and the fine
Italian hand of the mercenary was sometimes in evidence. But of one
fact I am abundantly assured—the spoilsman and the grafter held
no recognized and official standing in that old-time democracy.
Men of ability and character might aspire to political place and
honor. They might even go beyond the personal desire and become open
candidates for party favor. But the service of the paid political
manager, the conciliation of the party “boss,” the subsidizing of
the party “heelers,” the utilization of the party press in flaming,
self-laudatory columns and even pages of paid advertising matter,
_ad nauseam_ and _ad infinitum_, as in recent Southern political
contests—all these latter-day importations and inventions of “peanut”
politics would have merited and received the unmeasured contempt of
the politicians of the Old South. There were certain old-fashioned
political maxims that constituted the code of every man who would
become a candidate for office, as, for instance, “The office should
seek the man, not the man the office.” I cannot find heart to
censure the politician of the New South for his smile at the verdancy
and guilelessness of such a maxim, but that which provokes a smile
was in my own remembered years the working motto of the old-time
Southern leaders of high rank. Another maxim was that “the patriot
may impoverish but not enrich himself by office-holding.” As a
commentary upon this maxim, it affords me infinite satisfaction, in
a retrospect of the long line of men who led the great political
campaigns of the Old South and held its positions of highest trust,
that most of them died poor, that none of them within my knowledge
were charged with converting public office into private gain, and
that the highest ambition of the old-time politician was to serve his
country by some great deed of unselfish patriotism, to live like a
gentleman, and then to die with uncorrupted heart and hands, and with
money enough to insure a decent burial. If he left a few debts here
and there, they were gratefully cherished as souvenirs by his host of
friends.