I know of a great many young women,now that woman's suffrage is coming,who say,"I am going to be President of the United States some day."I believe in woman's suffrage,and there is no doubt but what it is coming,and I am getting out of the way,anyhow.I may want an office by and by myself;but if the ambition for an office influences the women in their desire to vote,I want to say right here what I say to the young men,that if you only get the privilege of casting one vote,you don't get anything that is worth while.Unless you can control more than one vote,you will be unknown,and your influence so dissipated as practically not to be felt.This country is not run by votes.Do you think it is?It is governed by influence.It is governed by the ambitions and the enterprises which control votes.The young woman that thinks she is going to vote for the sake of holding an office is ****** an awful blunder.That other young man gets up and says,"There are going to be great men in this country and in Philadelphia.""Is that so?When?""When there comes a greatwar,when we get into difficulty through watchful waiting in Mexico;when we get into war with England over some frivolous deed,or with Japan or China or New Jersey or some distant country.Then I will march up to the cannon's mouth;I will sweep up among the glistening bayonets;I will leap into the arena and tear down the flag and bear it away in triumph.I will come home with stars on my shoulder,and hold every office in the gift of the nation,and I will be great."No,you won't.You think you are going to be made great by an office,but remember that if you are not great before you get the office,you won't be great when you secure it.It will only be a burlesque in that shape.
We had a Peace Jubilee here after the Spanish War.Out West they don't believe this,because they said,"Philadelphia would not have heard of any Spanish War until fifty years hence."Some of you saw the procession go up Broad Street.I was away,but the family wrote to me that the tally-ho coach with Lieutenant Hobson upon it stopped right at the front door and the people shouted,"Hurrah for Hobson!"and if I had been there I would have yelled too,because he deserves much more of his country than he has ever received.But suppose I go into school and say,"Who sunk the Merrimac at Santiago?"and if the boys answer me,"Hobson,"they will tell me seven-eighths of a lie.There were seven other heroes on that steamer,andthey,by virtue of their position,were continually exposed to the Spanish fire,while Hobson,as an officer,might reasonably be behind the smoke-stack.You have gathered in this house your most intelligent people,and yet,perhaps,not one here can name the other seven men.
We ought not to so teach history.We ought to teach that,however humble a man's station may be,if he does his full duty in that place he is just as much entitled to the American people's honor as is the king upon his throne.But we do not so teach.We are now teaching everywhere that the generals do all the fighting.
I remember that,after the war,I went down to see General Robert E.Lee,that magnificent Christian gentleman of whom both North and South are now proud as one of our great Americans.The general told me about his servant,"Rastus,"who was an enlisted colored soldier.He called him in one day to make fun of him,and said,"Rastus,I hear that all the rest of your company are killed,and why are you not killed?"Rastus winked at him and said,"‘Cause when there is any fightin'goin'on I stay back with the generals."
I remember another illustration.I would leave it out but for the fact that when you go to the library to read this lecture,you will find this has been printed in it for twenty-five years.I shut my eyes-—shutthem close-—and lo!I see the faces of my youth.Yes,they sometimes say to me,"Your hair is not white;you are working night and day without seeming ever to stop;you can't be old."But when I shut my eyes,like any other man of my years,oh,then come trooping back the faces of the loved and lost of long ago,and I know,whatever men may say,it is evening-time.
I shut my eyes now and look back to my native town in Massachusetts,and I see the cattle-show ground on the mountain-top;I can see the horse-sheds there.I can see the Congregational church;see the town hall and mountaineers'cottages;see a great assembly of people turning out,dressed resplendently,and I can see flags flying and handkerchiefs waving and hear bands playing.I can see that company of soldiers that had re-enlisted marching up on that cattle-show ground.I was but a boy,but I was captain of that company and puffed out with pride.A cambric needle would have burst me all to pieces.Then I thought it was the greatest event that ever came to man on earth.If you have ever thought you would like to be a king or queen,you go and be received by the mayor.
