Andy Will Fight His Way in the World
Christmas 1828 should have been the happiest of seasons at the Hermitage, Jacksons plantation twelve miles outside Nashville. It was a week before the holiday, and Jackson had won the presidency of the United States the month before. How triumphant! Andrew Donelson said of the victory. How flattering to the cause of the people! Now the president- elects family and friends were to be on hand for a holiday of good food, liquor, and wineJackson was known to serve guests whiskey, champagne, claret, Madeira, port, and ginand, in this special year, a pageant of horses, guns, and martial glory.
On Wednesday, December 17, 1828, Jackson was sitting inside the house, answering congratulatory messages. As he worked, friends in town were planning a ball to honor their favorite son before he left for Washington. Led by a marshal, there would be a guard of soldiers on horseback to take Jackson into Nashville, fire a twenty- four- gun artillery salute, and escort him to a dinner followed by dancing. Rachel would be by his side.
In the last moments before the celebrations, and his duties, began, Jackson drafted a letter. Writing in his hurried hand across the foolscap, he accepted an old friends good wishes: To the people, for the confidence reposed in me, my gratitude and best services are due; and are pledged to their service. Before he finished the note, Jackson went outside to his Tennessee fields.
He knew his election was inspiring both reverence and loathing. The 1828 presidential campaign between Jackson and Adams had been vicious. Jacksons forces had charged that Adams, as minister to Russia, had procured a woman for Czar Alexander I. As president, Adams was alleged to have spent too much public money decorating the White House, buying fancy china and a billiard table. The anti- Jackson assaults were more colorful. Jacksons foes called his wife a bigamist and his mother a whore, attacking him for a history of dueling, for alleged atrocities in battles against the British, the Spanish, and the Indiansand for being a wife stealer who had married Rachel before she was divorced from her first husband. Even Mrs. J. is not spared, and my pious Mother, nearly fifty years in the tomb, and who, from her cradle to her death had not a speck upon her character, has been dragged forth . . . and held to public scorn as a prostitute who intermarried with a Negro, and my eldest brother sold as a slave in Carolina, Jackson said to a friend.
Jacksons advisers marveled at the ferocity of the Adams attacks. The floodgates of falsehood, slander, and abuse have been hoisted and the most nauseating filth is poured, in torrents, on the head, of not only Genl Jackson but all his prominent supporters, William B. Lewis told John Coffee, an old friend of Jacksons from Tennessee.
Some Americans thought of the president-elect as a second Father of His Country. Others wanted him dead. One Revolutionary War veteran, David Coons of Harpers Ferry, Virginia, was hearing rumors of ambush and assassination plots against Jackson. To Coons, Jackson was coming to rule as a tribune of the people, but to others Jackson seemed dangerousso dangerous, in fact, that he was worth killing. There are a portion of malicious and unprincipled men who have made hard threats with regard to you, men whose baseness would (in my opinion) prompt them to do anything, Coons wrote Jackson.
That was the turbulent world awaiting beyond the Hermitage. In the draft of a speech he was to deliver to the celebration in town, Jackson was torn between anxiety and nostalgia. The consciousness of a steady adherence to my duty has not been disturbed by the unsparing attacks of which I have been the subject during the election, the speech read. Still, Jackson admitted he felt apprehension about the years ahead. His chief fear? That, in Jacksons words, I shall fail to secure the future prosperity of our beloved country. Perhaps the procession to Nashville and the ball at the hotel would lift his spirits; perhaps Christmas with his family would.
Excerpted from American Lion by Jon Meacham Copyright © 2008 by Jon Meacham. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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