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President without a Party
President without a Party
Christopher J. Leahy
The paper in this book meets the guidelines for permanence and durability of the
Committee on Production Guidelines for Book Longevity of the Council on Library
Resources.
To Sharon
David R. Williams
Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
NOTES
NOTE ON SOURCES
INDEX
Photographs
Acknowledgments
Completing this work has taken far longer than I anticipated at the
outset. During the course of my research and writing, I have
benefited from the help of many people, and I am pleased at long
last to be able to thank them for their assistance. I apologize in
advance for anyone I inadvertently fail to mention. Any errors of
fact or interpretation that may have remained in the book are
entirely my own.
I spent weeks and months at various archives throughout the
United States immersing myself in manuscript collections essential
to understanding the life of John Tyler. At the Earl Gregg Swem
Library at the College of William and Mary, Margaret Cook
welcomed me at the very start of the project and alerted me to
collections that proved crucial to my research. Her vast knowledge
and good cheer made working at Swem Library one of the very best
experiences of my career as a historian. I would also like to thank
Susan Riggs, who often went above and beyond the call of duty to
help me track down an obscure document. Susan also contacted me
whenever William and Mary purchased another John Tyler letter.
The staff of the Virginia Historical Society in Richmond aided my
research and writing in many ways. I would especially like to thank
Nelson D. Lankford, whose support of my work was instrumental in
me being awarded two Mellon Fellowships that allowed me to spend
concentrated periods of time in the VHS collections. John McClure,
director of library and research at the VHS, and Senior Archivist
Eileen Parris helped with tying up loose ends as I completed the
project. I thank Graham T. Dozier, Managing Editor of Publications
and Virginius Dabney editor of the Virginia Magazine of History and
Biography, for permission to reprint portions of two articles I
published with the journal.
Reference librarians at the Library of Virginia in Richmond
helped me navigate through pertinent collections and state
documents located there. Brent Tarter encouraged me as I began the
project, and his unsurpassed knowledge of Virginia’s rich history
helped me a great deal. Similarly, the staff at the Albert and Shirley
Small Special Collections Library at the University of Virginia in
Charlottesville was both welcoming and helpful. My research at the
David M. Rubenstein Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Duke
University yielded unexpected treasures that (I hope) greatly
enhanced the book. I am grateful to the staff there and would like to
especially thank Elizabeth Dunn. The Wilson Library at the
University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and UNC’s Southern
Historical Collection also proved important to my work. I thank the
staff who helped me during my time in Chapel Hill. I would also like
to thank the staff who aided me at the W. S. Hoole Special
Collections Library at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa.
I was able to complete most of the research in the John Tyler
Papers of the Library of Congress by using microfilm. When I did
find it necessary to travel to Washington, DC, to work through Tyler
papers not collected on microfilm, or when I wanted to look through
other collections relevant to my project, I received a great deal of
help and expertise from the staff at the Library of Congress. By
chance one day, while working in the Madison Building, I also met
and talked with Caspar Weinberger, secretary of defense under
President Ronald Reagan, which was a welcome diversion from the
seemingly endless William Cabell Rives Papers.
At Yale University’s Sterling Memorial Library in New Haven,
Connecticut, Michael Frost and Jessica Becker were especially
helpful as I braved the massive collection of Gardiner-Tyler Family
Papers. I requested hundreds of pages of photocopies of letters while
I was at Yale, which the staff members cheerfully and expeditiously
fulfilled to my great gratitude.
Archivists at libraries I did not visit personally also graciously
provided me with photocopies of letters relevant to my project. I
would like to thank the Albany Institute of History and Art, Albany,
New York; Julie Koven of the American Jewish Historical Society,
New York City; Maggie Heran of the Cincinnati Historical Society,
Cincinnati, Ohio; Brian Moeller of the Huntington Library,
Huntington, California; Kay Vander Meulen of Seymour Library,
Knox College, Galesburg, Illinois; Elisabeth Proffen of the Maryland
Historical Society, Baltimore; the Fales Library and Special
Collections, Elmer Holmes Bobst Library, New York University, New
York City; Sigrid P. Perry of the Charles Deering McCormick Library
of Special Collections, Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois;
Dr. Edwin Frank of the Ned R. McWherter Library, University of
Memphis, Memphis, Tennessee; and the Archives and Special
Collections Department at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy,
New York.
Judith Ledbetter of Charles City County, Virginia, kindly shared
her work on John Tyler’s possible African American descendants
with me.
Meghan Townes and Mark Fagerburg of the Library of Virginia
facilitated the process whereby I secured permission to use the
wonderful portrait from the library for the cover of the book.
A number of my former professors and colleagues encouraged me
and provided feedback on my work on John Tyler over the years.
They include Larry Shumsky at Virginia Tech University; Court
Carney, John Rodrigue, Charles Royster, John Sacher, and Chad
Vanderford at Louisiana State University; Jeffrey Bell, Sam Hyde,
Michael Kurtz, Harry Laver, Peter Petrakis, and William Robison at
Southeastern Louisiana University; and Sander Diamond and David
Leon at Keuka College. My thanks to them all.
Bertram Wyatt-Brown offered words of wisdom as I began to
revise my dissertation into this book and encouraged me to pursue
publication with LSU Press. On a research trip to Duke University, I
was fortunate to meet Robert Durden, who took an interest in my
work and offered sound advice over lunch at the Duke Faculty Club.
A number of people read portions of this work, either as
conference papers or after I completed a first draft, and offered
valuable feedback. I would especially like to thank Fred Bailey,
Fergus Bordewich, Andrew Burstein, Phillip Hamilton, John Lauritz
Larson, and Harry L. Watson. Erik Chaput and Russ DeSimone read
the chapter on the Dorr Rebellion and offered helpful suggestions.
Christopher Childers read the book’s early chapters and challenged
me to sharpen the thematic aspect of the work. Robert Gudmestad
took on the chore of reading the chapters covering Tyler’s
presidency and impressed upon me the importance of tightening the
narrative. He also persuaded me that it is okay to leave some things
on the cutting-room floor. I would also like to thank an anonymous
reviewer of the manuscript for LSU Press.
The two institutional homes where I have climbed the ranks from
assistant professor to full professor have greatly aided me in the
completion of this work. At Southeastern Louisiana University my
department head, William Robison, helped facilitate a University
Faculty Grant that allowed me to spend a portion of one summer in
Richmond and New Haven completing research. At Keuka College I
want to thank the Faculty Development Committee, as well as
President Jorge Diaz-Herrera and Vice President for Academic
Affairs Anne Weed, for awarding me a sabbatical in the spring of
2015, when I completed a significant portion of the writing. My
Division Chair at Keuka, Tom Tremer, has steadfastly supported my
scholarly work. The interlibrary-loan staffs at both Southeastern and
Keuka never failed to secure for me obscure journal articles and
hard-to-find books. I thank especially Kimberly Fenton, Judith
Jones, Hilda Mannato, and Linda Park at Keuka for their help. I also
want to take the opportunity to thank the students in my methods
class at Keuka, who (somewhat) enthusiastically embraced the
theme of John Tyler in the fall semester 2014. One of the students
in that class, Richard Matrassi, deserves special mention for his
perceptive reading of Tyler’s “Ann Eliza” letter. Four other Keuka
students—Kraig Connor, Daniel Esworthy, Matthew McFetridge, and
Dillon Springer—never tired of asking me about Tyler and professed
to have faith that I would complete the biography in due time.
My greatest intellectual debt is to my dissertation director,
William J. Cooper. Through his impeccable scholarship, his
towering reputation in the fields of southern history and antebellum
politics, his masterly teaching, and his commitment to his graduate
students, Bill has set a high standard for what it means to be an
academic historian. I went to LSU with a single-minded purpose to
work under his direction after having read two of his seminal books
as an undergraduate, and he proved to be an outstanding, tough,
and fair adviser. His influence permeates this biography, and I hope
that he feels I have learned well at least some of the lessons he
imparted. Bill played an instrumental role in launching my career,
and his expectation that I would eventually finish this book, and his
encouragement to keep going, buoyed me during some very low
times. He also put me in touch with Christopher Childers. I cannot
thank him enough.
I was fortunate to meet John Tyler’s grandsons Lyon Tyler and
Harrison Tyler during the course of my work on this book. Harrison
graciously invited my wife and me to join the Tyler family for the
US Army’s ceremony at Richmond’s Hollywood Cemetery
commemorating President Tyler’s birthday on March 29, 2004. He
and his wife, Payne, also invited us to Thanksgiving dinner at
Sherwood Forest in 2008, an experience we will never forget. We
are grateful for their friendship and kindness and miss Payne, who
died in February 2019. I also want to thank Harrison’s son, William
Tyler, and his wife, Kay, for their hospitality and interest in my
work over the years.
At LSU Press I want to thank Editor in Chief Rand Dotson for his
support and patience. I also want to thank Senior Editor Neal
Novak; the book’s designer, Mandy Scallan; and the marketing staff,
especially Kate Barton, for their roles in bringing the book to life.
Kevin Brock is a superb copyeditor and was a pleasure to work with.
My wife’s family supported my work by providing lodging and by
their interest in what I was doing. My mother-in-law, Marie
Williams, deserves special thanks, as does my wife’s aunt, Norma
Williams. My brother-in-law, David R. Williams, III, offered helpful
editorial advice. I regret that my father-in-law, David R. Williams,
Jr., did not live to see the publication of this book.
Finally, the most important acknowledgment. My wife, Sharon,
never doubted that I could produce a biography of President Tyler,
and if she doubted that I would produce it, she never let on. Sharon
has been my biggest supporter, a tough and perceptive critic, and a
source of unending comfort over the years it took to finish the book.
She also has an uncanny ability to make me laugh when I need to
most. A talented historian in her own right, she transcribed many of
Julia Tyler’s letters, has a fine ear for language and wields a wicked
red pen; her favorite word as an editor is “condense.” Thankfully, I
am smart enough to take her advice most of the time. Dedicating the
book to her seems a small and inadequate repayment for all that she
has done for me along the way. I never could have done it without
her. So, it is with much love that I offer the dedication and thank
her for keeping the faith and for the indispensable role she played in
ensuring that I completed what I set out to do.
President without a Party
PROLOGUE
Decision at Harrisburg
"We will try, Sarah," said the gentleman. "If there were
anybody I could ask now, we should be all right, but I don't
see—"
"Walter!"
"And you are to come to live with us, Walter, and that's
John's doings; and Helen, your dear, beautiful Helen—oh, I
shall love her, and—"
"If you had only seen my poor little room in our old log-
house, as I remember it at first," said she to Sarah.
By the way, Sarah's simple-heartedness had already
found its way to the girl's feelings.
Helen was with her father the greater part of the day,
reading to him if he could bear it, and silently waiting on
him when his nerves were unstrung, and his distressing
paroxysms of weakness came on.
"In all the time I have been here, and living at your cost
—I and my Helen—we have never spoken a word about
money matters," said he, breathing hard.
"That is all very well, and I am sure you mean what you
say, Mr. Tincroft; but we ought to be coming to an
understanding. I don't want to be living at free cost. I can
afford to pay for what we eat and drink, I hope."
"I hope it will not be, I and sure it should not be," said
John; and then, after a little while, he went on:
"I am afraid you are not quite good friends with them?"
said John.
"But that is past and gone. And, after all, though it was
a mistake on their part, it may have turned out for the best,
you know," said John, in his simplicity, which, after all, was
better than some men's cunning. "If such and such events
hadn't happened, others would have come to pass which
would have brought their share of trouble, I daresay. And,
as it was, you have enjoyed much happiness and some
prosperity in life, although not in the way you first thought
of."
"I do think so," said John. "I am quite sure that it will
be one of the happiest days of your life when you can feel
that you have forgiven, from your heart, the trespasses
which men have trespassed against you."
"I have been thinking over what you said, and I think I
ought not to keep up my bad feelings. I mean to write
home and offer to be friends."
"I would not insist upon it, Walter," said John, and he
repeated, in the same tone as before, the same words,
"Only think a little."
CHAPTER XXV.
HIGH AND LOW BEECH.
All this, or something very much like it, and a great deal
more of the same sort, Matthew Wilson was in the habit of
gravely going over with any old crony whom he could get to
listen to him. And lacking this, he could propound it at his
own fireside on a winter's evening, his wife and his
daughter being now his principal listeners there.
For his sons had, years before, all flitted from under the
parental roof-tree. George, the next oldest to Walter, was,
as our readers may remember, married some twenty years
before, and had settled on poor Mark's late holding at High
Beech. There he still remained, with a large family growing
up around him; but holding no intercourse (or very little,
and that not of the pleasantest complexion) with his father
and other members of his family. The truth is, George was
charged, with how much or how little truth it does not
concern us to know, with having, in some family dealings,
been too sharp by half.
Now, Mr. Rubric had held the same opinion, and had
taught the people sound doctrine in his weekly ministration
and his frequent visitations; and also in his careful
supervision of the village national school, but he had not
ventured so far as to "set up a Sunday school." (Mrs.
Matthew's phrase again, not mine.) And this was going so
far in advance of that good lady's ideas that she could not,
at first, restrain her indignation. Mr. Newcome was, no
doubt, a good man in his way—he could not be otherwise,
seeing he was in the Church—and he preached good
sermons, no doubt, if folks could only understand them.
But, for all that, give her back her dear old Mr. Rubric. Ah!
There were no parsons like the old ones that were dying
out, stock and branch. She didn't know whether the
railroads that there was such a talk about had anything to
do with it. She should not wonder if they had; and if they
had, it was no more than was to be expected; and it was all
the worse for them. They had enough to answer for—taking
away people's lives, as they were said to do—without
having that!
"I tell you what I have been thinking, Mr. Tincroft," said
he, one day, as they were together. "I feel stronger now
than I did, and instead of writing, I'll go and see father and
the rest while I'm able; that will be better than writing."
"I shall not take Helen with me," said Wilson. "They
mightn't take to her, or she mightn't take to them. No! If
you will go and help me through with it, well and good. If
not, it must drop."
"Go and see who it is, Martha," said the old farmer to
the servant-of-all-work, who sat at the same table with her
master and mistresses, and drank her portion from the
same general pewter pot which served for all dinner
purposes: "one of those travelling tinkers, I guess; I saw
old Ripley about yesterday. They're none too honest, I
think, and their room is better than their company."
For one moment, the old farmer and his wife and
daughter sat suddenly transfixed, as it seemed, with
astonishment at the intrusion; and then a gleam of
intelligence lighted up Matthew's countenance.
"And where in the world have you been all these years,
Walter?" demanded Matthew, when the confusion had a
little subsided.
"I'll tell you all about it, father, mother, sister," said
Walter, feebly, "if you will give me a moment to rest in."
In the best inn's best room they had rested awhile and
refreshed themselves after the fatigues of the journey, and
then had taken a post-chaise to convey them to their