"What's in a name?
that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
THE effect of this
dreadful event told fearfully on the mind of Mr. Nisbet, who in a
short time evinced symptoms of mental derangement. In his lucid
moments he would lament the loss of his sister's companionable
qualities, and crave for that society which his local position
denied. In that spirit, he wrote to his niece (my mother) begging of
her and my father to part with one of their boys, to effect which he
held out the most tempting inducements in the way of education, the
disposal of his property, and so forth. The prospective advantages
of this proposition my parents were in no position to resist.
On the vote of the
two younkers being canvassed on the subject I leapt to it with
alacrity, viewing the whole thing as a Godsend-opening to my roving
disposition. Jamie, on the contrary, gave no signs of a desire to
leave home. My heart leapt for joy that I should shortly see the
great city of London, see England, and ride to school on a pony.
Necessary
arrangements were completed to the satisfaction of all parties, and
the day appointed whereon my father was to carry me to Leith on the
"Good Intent" coach, and to put me on board of a smack for London,
when lo! a brief note from Lcsney, couched in the following terms:
LESNEY PARK, COUNTY
KENT, May 10, 1809.
My Dear Niece:
I hope you will
pardon my absentmindedness. I find that in our correspondence I have
overlooked that which I deem a very important matter. I have
traveled back in the pedigree of the Nisbets for the last two
hundred years and fail to find a David in the list. Taking for
granted that your eldest son takes his name from my brother, I
should esteem it a favor if you would send James instead of David,
without any disparagement to the latter.
From your affectionate
Uncle,
Geo. Nisbet.
Thus were all my
aspirations for the future nipped in the bud, for when was ever the
rich man's request denied by the poor? My brother reluctantly
assumed the position intended for me, and I, with a bad grace,
undertook to fill his shoes at home.
The great poet asks,
"What's in a name?" My answer, if it could find expression, would
be, "A young ambition crushed." At Lesney, for five years,
everything went on satisfactorily till the 8th of January, 1815. The
very day on which the battle of New Orleans was fought, George
Nisbet, in a fit of insanity, ended his days by suicide. Nothing now
left at Lesney of an inviting nature, James resolved to return to
the home of his fathers. During that short period many important
events had transpired. After his unfortunate campaign in Russia,
Napoleon had resigned his power over France at Fontainebleau, and
agreed with the Allied Powers to content himself with the title of
ex-emperor in the isle of Elba, where he remained till the
commencement of the Hundred Days, February 12, 1314, which added one
hundred million pounds to the national debt of England, a sum
rendered insignificant by the result of Waterloo. During these
hundred days our little town was the scene of great bustle and
confusion. In addition to the regular barracks for infantry, cavalry
and artillery, scarcely a day passed without soldiers being billeted
on the inhabitants and regiments passing on their way to the
seaboard, all eager to embark for the continent to meet the great
hero in the coming fight. Then there was the local volunteer army,
the yeomanry and militia, besides several recruiting parties picking
up the unwary stalwarts with the tempting "Geordies" peeping through
the meshes of the silken purse. Forty pounds were given to any man
who would leave the local and join the regulars. The well known
warlike aphorism, ascribed to Sir Robert Peel, "That to preserve
peace, a nation must ever be ready for war," is evidently an
outgrowth of England's immemorial practice and policy. At what
period of her history, it may be asked, has she ever been caught
napping? Never has there been a period in which her eternal
vigilance has been so severely tested as at the time of which I
speak. An apprehension that Napoleon would by some means obtain a
footing and make England the theatre of war was extensively
entertained, and for once the people and the government united in
straining every nerve in order to obviate such a calamity.
Napoleon's breach of parole at Elba, his landing in France, his
reception at Lyons, the conduct of Marshal Ney, embracing the man
whom be was intrusted with an army to oppose, and his triumphant
approach to Paris, all tended to strengthen the dreaded idea.
So closed the
memorable year of 1814, nor was the situation improved by the defeat
of the English army under Pakenham on the threshold of the new year,
1815, by the youthful arms of America under Jackson. Napoleon was
received in Paris with open arms and with cries of "Vive l'Empereur!
" He reviewed his army at the Tuileries, announced the return of the
empress, and prepared to meet the approaching allied army. For that
purpose he left Paris on the 12th of June, and on the 14th and 16th
fought the battles of Fleury and Ligny with doubtful success. On the
i8th the famous battle of Waterloo was fought. The brunt of the
struggle was borne by the English under Wellington, which was
rendered decisive by the timely arrival of the Prussians under
Blucher. It has been computed that the French lost 5o,000 men in the
three days' fight. Napoleon returned to Paris and abdicated in favor
of his son, then gave himself up to the English at Rochefort. The
allies consigned the great chieftain to eke out the remnant of his
days on the barren rock of St Helena, where he died on the 5th of
May, 1821. Thus fell the man whose towering ambition and military
talent brought the civilized world within his own personal keeping,
and doubtless, if the humiliation of his fall proved proportionate
to his former greatness, his mental suffering must have shortened
his life.