Part 7 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”No Higher Law.”

_From the collection of the New York Historical Society._]

Caricature dealing with the Presidential campaign of 1856 is represented by the cartoon called ”The Presidential Campaign of '56.”

Buchanan, who proved the successful candidate, is mounted on a hideous monster resembling a snake, and marked ”Slavery.” The monster is being wheeled along on a low, flat car drawn by Pierce, Douglas, and Ca.s.s. A star bearing the word ”Kansas” is about to disappear down the monster's throat. In the distance Fremont, on horseback, is calling out: ”Hold on! Take that animal back! We don't want it this side of the fence.” Buchanan is saying, ”Pull down that fence and make way for the Peculiar Inst.i.tution.” The fence in question is the Mason and Dixon's line. The faces of Ca.s.s, Douglas, and Pierce, who are drawing along the monster, are obliterated--they are absolutely formless.

The evils of slavery from a Northern point of view are shown in a cartoon called ”No Higher Law.” King Slavery is seated on his throne holding aloft a lash and a chain. Under his left elbow is the Fugitive Slave Bill, resting on three human skulls. Daniel Webster stands beside the throne, holding in his hand the scroll on which is printed, ”I propose to support that bill to the fullest extent--to the fullest extent.” A runaway slave is fighting off the bloodhounds that are worrying him, and in the distance, on a hill, the figure of Liberty is toppling from her pedestal.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Practical Ill.u.s.tration of the Fugitive Slave Law.

_From the collection of the New York Historical Society._]

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Great Disunion Serpent.

_From the collection of the New York Historical Society._]

The cartoon ”Practical Ill.u.s.tration of the Fugitive Slave Law” sums up very completely Abolitionist sentiment on the subject. The slaveholder, with a noose in one hand and a chain in the other, a cigar in his mouth and his top-hat decorated with the single star, which was the sign of the Southern Confederacy, is astride of the back of Daniel Webster, who is crawling on all-fours. In Webster's left hand is the Const.i.tution. ”Don't back out, Webster,” says the slaveholder. ”If you do, we're ruined.” The slave-woman who is being pursued has taken refuge with William Lloyd Garrison, of the Boston _Liberator_, who is saying: ”Don't be alarmed, Susanna, you're safe enough.” One of Garrison's arms is encircling the negress's waist, at the end of the other is a pistol. In the back of the picture is the Temple of Liberty, over which two flags are flying. On one flag we read: ”All men are born free and equal;” on the other, ”A day, an hour, of virtuous Liberty is worth an Age of servitude.”

CHAPTER XVII

NEGLECTED OPPORTUNITIES

Down to the last quarter of the nineteenth century, the history of American political caricature is a history of lost opportunities.

Revolution and war have always been the great harvest times of the cartoonist. Gillray and Rowlandson owe their fame to the Napoleonic wars; Philipon and Daumier, to the overthrow of Louis Philippe; Leech and Tenniel reached their zenith in the days of the Crimean War and the Sepoy Mutiny. It is not the election cartoon, or the tariff cartoon, or the cartoon of local politics, it is the war cartoon that is most widely hailed and longest remembered. Yet of all the wars in which the United States has been engaged, not one has given birth to a great satiric genius, and none but the latest, our recent war with Spain, has received comprehensive treatment in the form of caricature.

It is not strange that the Revolutionary War and that of 1812 failed to inspire any worthier efforts than William Charles's crude imitations of Gillray. The mechanical processes of printing and engraving, the methods of distribution, the standards of public taste, were all still too primitive. The Mexican War was commemorated in a number of the popular lithographs of the day; but it was not a prolonged struggle, nor one calculated to stir the public mind profoundly. With the Civil War the case was radically different. Here was a struggle which threatened not only national honor, but national existence--a struggle which prolonged itself grimly, month after month, and was borne home to a great majority of American families with the force of personal tragedy, arraying friend against friend, and father against son, and offering no brighter hope for the future than the vista of a steadily lengthening death-roll. There was never a time in the history of the nation when the public mind, from one end of the country to the other, was in such a state of tension; never, since the days of Napoleon, had there been such an opportunity for a real master of satiric art. It seems amazing, as one looks back over the pictorial records of these four years, that the magnitude of the events did not galvanize into activity some unknown genius of the pencil, and found then and there a new school of American caricature commensurate with the fever-heat of public sentiment. The existing school of caricature seems to have been absurdly inadequate. The prevailing types were a sort of fas.h.i.+on-plate lithograph--groups of public men in mildly humorous situations, their features fixed in the solemn repose of the daguerreotypes upon which they were probably modeled; or else the conventional election steeplechase, in which the contestants, with long, balloon-like loops trailing from their mouths, suggest an absurd semblance to the cowboys of a Wild West show, all engaged in a vain attempt to la.s.so and pull in their own idle words.

Many of the cartoons actually issued at the outbreak of the Civil War impress one with a sense of indecorum, of ill-timed levity. What was wanted was not the inept.i.tude of feeble humor, but the rancor and venom of a Gillray, the stinging irony of a Daumier, the grim dignity of a Tenniel. And it was not forthcoming. The one living American who might have produced work of a high order was Thomas Nast; but although Nast's pencil was dedicated to the cause of the Union from the beginning to the end, in the series of powerful emblematic pictures that appeared in _Harper's Weekly_, his work as a caricaturist did not begin until the close of the war.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Rough and Ready Locomotive against the Field.

_From the collection of the New York Historical Society._]

It is interesting to conjecture what the great masters of caricature would have made of such an opportunity. The issues of the war were so clear-cut, their ethical significance so momentous, that an American Gillray, a Unionist Gillray, would have found material for a series of cartoons of eloquent and grewsome power. It is easy to imagine what form they would have taken: an Uncle Sam, writhing in agony, his limbs shackled with the chains of slavery, his lips gagged with the Fugitive Slave Law, slowly being sawn asunder, while Abolition and Secession guide the opposite ends of the saw, or else the American Eagle being worried and torn limb from limb by Southern bloodhounds and stung by copperheads, while the British Lion and the rest of the European menagerie look on, wistfully licking their chops and with difficulty restraining themselves from partic.i.p.ating in the feast. Such a cartoonist would have found a mine of suggestion in ”Uncle Tom's Cabin”; he would have crowded his plates with Legrees and Topsies, Uncle Toms and Sambos and Quimbos, fearful and wonderful to look upon, brutal, distorted, and unforgettable.

[Ill.u.s.tration: What's Sauce for the Goose is Sauce for the Gander.

_From the collection of the New York Historical Society._]

It is equally easy to imagine what a Daumier might have done with the material afforded by the Civil War. Some types of faces seem to defy the best efforts of the caricaturist--smooth, regular-featured faces, like that of Lord Rosebery, over which the pencil of satire seems to slip without leaving any effective mark. Other faces, strong, rugged, salient, seem to invite the caricaturist's efforts; and these were the types that predominated among the leaders of the struggle for the Union. Daumier's genius lay in his ability to caricature the human face, to seize upon a minimum of lines and points, to catch some absurd semblance to an inanimate object, some symbolic suggestion. And when once found, he would harp upon it, ringing all possible changes, keeping it insistently, mercilessly before the public. One can fancy with what avidity he would have seized upon the stolid, indomitable figure of Grant, intrenched behind his big, black, ubiquitous cigar.

That cigar would have become the center of interest, the portentous symbol of Grant's dogged, taciturn persistence. Gradually that cigar would have grown and grown, its thickening smoke spreading in a dense war cloud over the whole series of cartoons, until finally it became the black, s.h.i.+ning muzzle of a cannon, belching forth the powder and fire and ammunition that was to decide the issue of the war. What Tenniel would have done is evidenced by what he actually did in _Punch_. The great tragedies of those four years, Gettysburg and Bull Run and the Battle of the Wilderness, would have been pictured with the tragic dignity that stamps his famous cartoon in which he commemorated the a.s.sa.s.sination of Lincoln.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Nast's Famous Cartoon ”Peace.”]

CHAPTER XVIII