When Lafayette Came to Portland
Well done, William, you are up bright
and early, sure enough!" exclaimed Mrs. Gait to the boy who had
just entered the kitchen.
"Yes, mother. You see I don't want to
miss anything if I can help it.''
"True," approved the woman with a nod,
"and it's likely you'll never see a greater day than this will
be for Portland, if all goes well."
"I'll be back in time for breakfast,"
called the boy.
And before his mother realized his
intention, William had darted out into the street of the little
town, for this was the 25th day of June in the year 1825, and
Portland, though at this time the capital of the new State of
Maine, had fewer than ten thousand inhabitants.
William was by no means the only boy
running barefoot through the dusty streets. All about was an
unusual stir and air of excitement. The town was in gala attire
beyond anything ever seen here, and it needed no almanac to tell
that it was June, the month of roses; their sweet breath was
everywhere, for by armfuls and basketfuls, roses and other
flowers had been given till now they were formed into
rainbow-hued arches spanning the streets from side to side.
What did it all mean? Had a stranger
asked this question he would have been told that today Portland
was to have the honor of entertaining the distinguished General,
the Marquis Gilbert Motier de La Fayette,1 the French gentleman
who, nearly fifty years ago, bravely and generously had joined
himself to the Colonial forces during the Revolutionary War.
Lafayette had arrived in this country in August of the preceding
year, and, a little more than a week back, had assisted in the
services at the laying of the corner stone of Bunker Hill
Monument. No wonder that the people of Portland, old and young,
were doing everything possible to honor him.
No rain had fallen for a long time, and
dust was everywhere. As William reached the center of the town
he saw the fire companies sprinkling the streets with their hand
engines, and was told that Governor Parris and his party had
gone to meet the expected guests at the State line. Forgetting
breakfast, forgetting everything but the event about to take
place, the boy gazed at the preparations which transformed the
familiar streets, and at length joined a crowd, continually
growing larger, which was waiting in the western part of the
town for the first sight of the approaching party.
It was just nine o'clock when somebody
called out, "Look, look! See that cloud of dust. They must be
coming!"
Presently, over the road leading from
Stroud-water, several carriages were seen coming up the hill.
Lafayette had come! and with a thrill of enthusiasm William
listened as the twelve-pounder guns stationed above the road
announced the fact. These were the guns which had been captured
by Lafayette at the battle of Brandywine, in 1777, a battle in
which the General had been wounded. Nearer came the carriages,
and now, from out the clouds of dust, the eager spectators
caught their first sight of the distinguished visitor, sitting
in an open barouche drawn by four white horses. With him were
Governor Parris, Col. Dunlap and Col. Erving. In the carriage
following were the son of the Marquis, George Washington
Lafayette, and a friend, M. L. Vasseur. The reception committee
and selectmen of the town were seated in the only coaches of
which Portland could boast at this time, three in number, two of
these being private carriages loaned for the occasion.
Dismounting from them, the committee met
their guests, and Hon. Stephen Longfellow, a prominent lawyer,
began his address of welcome, to which the gallant General
responded, showing himself familiar not only with the English
language, but with the history of the town he had come to visit.
William, meantime, had climbed upon a
wheel of the coach, holding himself on by the roof, and as there
were no police in Portland at this time, he was permitted to see
and hear something he would never forget. As the speech-making
ended, a procession was formed with General Samuel Fessenden as
chief marshal. The United Truckmen in uniform were followed by
the Portland Light Infantry, Rifle Company, Mechanic Blues, and
the Brunswick Light Infantry, a company which had marched all
the way to Portland (about twenty-nine miles), to join this
parade. Very imposing it all was with the carriages taking their
places in the rear, and a crowd of the State and townspeople
walking on either side, while the hero of the day rode with
bared head, the cynosure of all eyes.
Proceeding to the corner of High and
Danforth streets, the procession passed under the first arch of
flowers; this displayed on one side the words, "Welcome to
Lafayette" and on the reverse, "Brandywine." The second
rose-arch was reached at the head of Free Street and here a live
eagle looked down upon the unusual scene, while on the south
side of the street, school children were gathered. William
hurriedly took his place among the boys all of whom wore on
their hats the oft-repeated words, "Welcome to Lafayette.'' The
girls were all dressed in white, an eager, excited group.
The parade halted, and Lafayette alighted while from the
gathering of white-clad little maidens, one of the older ones
stepped forth, a bouquet clasped in her hands, and going up to
the General, presented her flowers in the name of the school
children of Portland, whereupon the gallant gentleman lifted the
girl in his arms and kissed her.
The flutter of excitement died away, and
a little later the procession moved on to the corner of Middle
and Exchange streets, where the third lofty arch was set up.
This displayed the significant reminder, "Yorktown." At the foot
of King Street (now Lidia), a beautiful arch caused many
exclamations of admiration. This, too, was especially
complimentary to the visiting nobleman, being surmounted by a
full-rigged ship beneath which could be read the quotation,
"Then I shall purchase and fit out a vessel for myself." This
was Lafayette's memorable reply to Dr. Benjamin Franklin in
1777, for when at that time the young Marquis offered his
services to the struggling American forces, the committee to
whom the offer was made was compelled to acknowledge that this
country was too poor to give him even decent passage from
France, and the intrepid nobleman had responded in the words now
displayed over his head, and it is an historical fact that his
words were made good.
At the corner of Pearl and Congress
streets the last arch was reached, and just beyond this, in
front of the State House, the procession halted. An awning had
been stretched from the State House cornice to the fine elms in
front of the building, and up one of these trees the energetic
William now climbed. From his high seat he could view the
platform which had been built, where, after a brief rest, a
reception was held, Lafayette shaking hands with the people that
thronged to greet him. Suddenly there was a crash, a commotion.
The platform had broken down! Fortunately however, no one was
hurt, and the handshaking went on.
After an hour spent in this way, we may
well imagine that the General was glad to be conducted to the
rooms prepared for his use on Free Street. Here a little later a
collation was served, after which the Marquis, who was also a
General, went out to make a few calls, one of which was at the
home of Mrs. Wingate, a daughter of General Henry Dearborn. The
"Wingates occupied the mansion on the corner of High and Spring
streets, which is known today as the L. D. M. Sweat Art Museum,
having become the property of the Portland Society of Art.
At four o'clock a dinner was given at
Union Hall, and during the exercises following, this toast was
proposed,
"Lafayette, the faithful disciple of the American School."
Acknowledging the honor in a short
speech, Lafayette concluded with these words:
"The State of Maine who, yet an infant
and not weaned from its mother, gallantly helped in crushing
European aristocracy and despotism; and the town of Portland
which rose from the ashes of patriotic Falmouth to become the
flourishing metropolis of a flourishing State; may their joint
Republican propensity last, and increase forever."
The toast given by George Washington
Lafayette was, "Yankee Doodle, the oldest and gayest death-song
to despotism.''
In referring to his former experience in America, the general
declared, "I found in Washington a father, and in Knox (Gen.
Henry Knox) a brother.''
In all of these grand indoor events,
William, of course, could have no part, but he heard all about
them afterward.
Although rain was so much needed, it would have been far more
welcome on the following day than now just as the guests were
leaving the hall, but even as it increased to a storm the
distinguished visitors with others from the town and the college
authorities, proceeded to the residence of Governor Parris where
a levee was given in their honor.
There was also a party at the home of
Captain Asa Clapp, where was served the first ice cream ever
made in Portland.
Many of the young ladies of that day were proud to tell in after
years, that they once had danced with Lafayette! And Miss Mary
Potter, the school girl who had presented the flowers to the
General, became, in later years, the first wife of a young man
who was doubtless one of the on-lookers of this day. He was a
son of the man who had given the address of welcome, and his
name is known today wherever the English language is spoken.
This name is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Several years after the visit of
Lafayette, the poet purchased at an auction a bread tray used at
the banquet given the General, and this with other mementoes of
the occasion may be seen at present at the Wadsworth-Longfellow
House in Portland.
Ella Matthews Bangs
1. His full name was, Marie Paul Jean
Roch Yves Gilbert Motier, Marquis de La Fayette.
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