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next；　in　brutal　acts　at　Venice。　The　monks　broke　and　removed　the



simple　stone　placed　over　the　remains　of　Father　Paul；　and　when　it



was　replaced；　they　persisted　in　defacing　and　breaking　it；　and



were　only　prevented　from　dragging　out　his　bones；　dishonoring　them



and　casting　them　into　the　lagoon；　by　the　weight　of　the　massive；



strong；　well…anchored　sarcophagus；　which　the　wise　foresight　of



his　admirers　had　provided　for　them。　At　three　different　visits　to



Venice；　the　present　writer　sought　the　spot　where　they　were　laid；



and　in　vain。　At　the　second　of　these　visits；　he　found　the



Patriarch　of　Venice；　under　whose　rule　various　outrages　upon



Sarpi's　memory　had　been　perpetrated；　pontificating　gorgeously



about　the　Grand　Piazza；　but　at　his　next　visit　there　had　come　a



change。　The　monks　had　disappeared。　Their　insults　to　the



illustrious　dead　had　been　stopped　by　laws　which　expelled　them



from　their　convent；　and　there；　little　removed　from　each　other　in



the　vestibule　and　aisle　of　the　great　church；　were　the　tombs　of



Father　Paul　and　of　the　late　Patriarch　side　by　side；　the　great



patriot's　simple　gravestone　was　now　allowed　to　rest　unbroken。







Better　even　than　this　was　the　reaction　provoked　by　these



outbursts　of　ecclesiastical　hatred。　It　was　felt；　in　Venice；



throughout　Italy；　and　indeed　throughout　the　world；　that　the　old



decree　for　a　monument　should　now　be　made　good。　The　first　steps



were　hesitating。　First；　a　bust　of　Father　Paul　was　placed　among



those　of　great　Venetians　in　the　court　of　the　Ducal　Palace；　but



the　inscription　upon　it　was　timid　and　double…tongued。　Another



bust　was　placed　on　the　Pincian　Hill　at　Rome；　among　those　of　the



most　renowned　sons　of　Italy。　This　was　not　enough：　a　suitable



monument　must　be　erected。　Yet　it　was　delayed；　timid　men



deprecating　the　hostility　of　the　Roman　Court。　At　last；　under　the



new　Italian　monarchy；　the　patriotic　movement　became　irresistible；



and　the　same　impulse　which　erected　the　splendid　statue　to



Giordano　Bruno　on　the　Piazza　dei　Fiori　at　Rome；on　the　very　spot



where　he　was　burned；and　which　adorned　it　with　the　medallions　of



eight　other　martyrs　to　ecclesiastical　hatred；　erected　in　1892；



two　hundred　and　seventy　years　after　it　had　been　decreed；　a



statue；　hardly　less　imposing；　to　Paolo　Sarpi；　on　the　Piazza　Santa



Fosca　at　Venice；　where　he　had　been　left　for　dead　by　the　Vatican



assassins。　There　it　stands；　noble　and　serene；a　monument　of



patriotism　and　right　reason；　a　worthy　tribute　to　one　who；　among



intellectual　prostitutes　and　solemnly　constituted　impostors；



stood　forth　as　a　true　man；　the　greatest　of　his　time；one　of　the



greatest　of　all　times；an　honor　to　Venice；　to　Italy；　and　to



humanity。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Andrew　D。　White。







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Then　came　the　death　of　the　Empress　Frederick。　Even　during　her



tragic　struggle　with　Bismarck；　and　the　unpopularity　which　beset



her　during　my　former　official　term　at　Berlin；　she　had　been　kind



to　me　and　mine。　At　my　presentation　to　her　in　those　days；　at



Potsdam；　when　she　stood　by　the　side　of　her　husband；　afterward　the



most　beloved　of　emperors　since　Marcus　Aurelius；　she　evidently



exerted　herself　to　make　the　interview　pleasant　to　me。　She　talked



of　American　art　and　the　Colorado　pictures　of　Moran；　which　she　had



seen　and　admired；　of　German　art　and　the　Madonna　painted　by　Knaus



for　the　Russian　Empress；　which　Miss　Wolfe　had　given　the



Metropolitan　Museum　at　New　York；　and　in　reply　to　my



congratulations　upon　a　recent　successful　public　speech　of　her



eldest　son；　a　student　at　Bonn；　she　had　dwelt；　in　a　motherly　way；



upon　the　difficulties　which　environ　a　future　sovereign　at　a　great



university。　In　more　recent　days；　and　especially　during　the　years



before　her　death；　she　had　been；　at　her　table　in　Berlin　and　at　her



castle　of　Kronberg；　especially　courteous。　There　comes　back　to　me



pleasantly　a　kindly　retort　of　hers。　I　had　spoken　to　her　of　a



portrait　of　George　III　which　had　interested　me　at　the　old　castle



of　Homburg　nearly　forty　years　before。　It　had　been　sent　to　his



daughter；　the　Landgravine　of　Hesse…Homburg；　who　had　evidently



wished　to　see　her　father's　face　as　it　had　really　become；　for　it



represented　the　King；　not　in　the　gold…laced　uniform；　not　in　the



trim　wig　not　in　the　jauntily　tied　queue　of　his　official　portraits



and　statues；　but　as　he　was：　in　confinement；　wretched　and



demented；　in　a　slouching　gown；　with　a　face　sad　beyond　expression；



his　long；　white　hair　falling　about　it　and　over　it；　of　all



portraits　in　the　world；　save　that；　at　Florence；　of　Charles　V　in



his　old　age；　the　saddest。　So；　the　conversation　drifting　upon



George　III　and　upon　the　old　feeling　between　the　United　States　and



Great　Britain；　now　so　happily　changed；　I　happened　to　say；　〃It　is



a　remembrance　of　mine；　now　hard　to　realize；　that　I　was　brought　up



to　ABHOR　the　memory　of　George　III。〃　At　this　she　smiled　and



answered；　〃That　was　very　unjust；　for　I　was　brought　up　to　ADORE



the　memory　of　Washington。〃　Then　she　spoke　at　length　regarding　the



feeling　of　her　father　and　mother　toward　the　United　States　during



our　Civil　War；　saying　that　again　and　again　she　had　heard　her



father　argue　to　her　mother；　Queen　Victoria；　for　the　Union　and



against　slavery。　She　discussed　current　matters　of　world　politics



with　the　strength　of　a　statesman；　yet　nothing　could　be　more



womanly　in　the　highest　sense。　On　my　saying　that　I　hoped　to　see



the　day　when　Germany；　Great　Britain；　and　the　United　States　would



stand　together　in　guarding　the　peace　of　the　world；　she　threw　up



her　hands　and　replied；　〃Heaven　grant　it；　but　you　forget　Japan。〃



The　funeral　at　Potsdam　dwells　in　my　mind　as　worthy　of　her。　There



were；　indeed；　pomp　and　splendor；　but　subdued；　as　was　befitting；



and　while　the　foreign　representatives　stood　beside　her　coffin；



the　Emperor　spoke　to　me；　very　simply　and　kindly；　of　his　sorrow



and　of　mine。　Then；　to　the　sound　of　funeral　music　and　muffled



church　bells；　he；　with　the　King　of　Great　Britain　and　members　of



their　immediate　family　just　behind　the　funeral　car；　the



ambassadors　accompanying　them；　and　a　long　procession　following；



walked　slowly　along　the　broad　avenue　through　that　beautiful



forest；　until；　in　the　Church　of　Peace；　she　was　laid　by　the　side



of　her　husband；　Emperor　Frederick　the　Noble。















CHAPTER　XLIII







BERLIN；　YALE；　OXFORD；　AND　ST。　ANDREWS1901…1903







Darkest　of　all　hours　during　my　embassy　was　that　which　brought



news　of　the　assassination　of　President　McKinley。　It　was　on　the



very　day　after　his　great　speech　at　Buffalo　had　gained　for　him　the



admiration　and　good　will　of　the　world。　Then　came　a　week　of



anxietyof　hope　alternating　with　fear；　I　not　hopeful：　for　there



came　back　to　me　memories　of　President　Garfield's　assassination



during　my　former　official　stay　in　Berlin；　and　of　our　hope　against



hope　during　his　struggle　for　life：　all　brought　to　naught。　Late　in



the　evening　of　September　14　came　news　of　the　President's



deathopening　a　new　depth　of　sadness；　for　I　had　come　not　merely



to　revere　him　as　a　patriot　and　admire　him　as　a　statesman；　but　to



love　him　as　a　man。　Few　days　have　seemed　more　overcast　than　that



Sunday　when；　at　the　little　American　chapel　in　Berlin；　our　colony



held　a　simple　service　of　mourning；　the　imperial　minister　of



foreign　affairs　and　other　representatives　of　the　government



having　quietly　come　to　us。　The　feeling　of　the　German　peopleawe；



sadness；　and　even　sympathywas　real。　Formerly　they　had　disliked



and　distrusted　the　President　as　the　author　of　the　protective



policy　which　had　cost　their　industries　so　dear；　but　now；　after



his　declaration　favoring　reciprocity；with　his　full　recognition



of　the　brotherhood　of　nations；and　in　view　of　this　calamity；　so



sudden；　so　distressing；　there　had　come　a　revulsion　of　feeling。







To　see　one　whom　I　so　honored；　and　who　had　formerly　been　so



greatly　misrepresented；　at　last　recognized　as　a　great　and　true



man　was；　at　least；　a　solace。







At　this　period　came　the　culmination　of　a　curious　episode　in　my



official　career。　During　the　war　in　China　the　Chinese　minister　at



Berlin；　Lu…Hai…Houan；　feeling　himself　cut　off　from　relations　with



the　government　to　which　he　was　accredited；　and；　indeed；　with　all



the　other　powers　of　Europe；　had　come　at　various　times　to　me；　and



with　him；　fortunately；　came　his　embassy　counselor；　Dr。　Kreyer；



whom　I　had　previously　known　at　Berlin　and　St。　Petersburg　as　a



thoughtful　man；　deeply　anxious　for　the　welfare　of　China；　and



appreciative　of　the　United　States；　where　he　had　received　his



education。　The　minister　was　a　kindly　old　mandarin　of　high　rank；



genial；　gentle；　evidently　struggling　hard　against　the　depression



caused　by　the　misfortunes　of　his　country；　and　seeking　some　little



light；　if；　perchance；　any　was　to　be　obtained。　In　his　visits　to



me；　and　at　my　return　visits　to　him；　the　whole　condition　of　things



in　China　was　freely　and　fully　discussed；　and　never　have　I　exerted



myself　more　to　give　useful　advice。　First；　I　insisted　upon　the



necessity　of　amends　for　the　fearful　wrong　done　by　China　to　other



nations；　and　then　presented　my　view　of　the　best　way　of　developing



in　his　country　a　civilization　strong　enough　to　resist　hostile



forces；　exterior　and　interior。　As　to　dealings　with　the　Christian



missionaries；　against　whom　he　showed　no　fanatical　spirit；　but



who；　as　he　thought；　had　misunderstood　China　and　done　much　harm；　I



sought　to　show　him　that　the　presump