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\n“Poor Horace” was Portrait Subject
\nA Schoolmaster\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s Caricature,
\nMade in 1873, Preserved By Family
\nR. H. Clayton Still Lives<\/h4>\nby Egbert T. Bush, Stockton, N.J.<\/em>
\n published by the Hunterdon Co. Democrat, Dec. 10, 1931<\/em><\/p>\nMr. Barton H. Williamson of Sand Brook, came into my office recently, a very welcome visitor, with interesting old papers.2<\/a><\/sup>\u00ac\u2020One is a letter written in most unusual form, hard to read, but well worth the trouble. I think it will be of special interest to old pupils and other friends of the author, Robert H. Clayton, a prominent teacher in Hunterdon County sixty years ago. As put together by the writer of this sketch {by Mr. Bush, that is}, the letter reads as follows:<\/p>\n
\u201a\u00c4\u00faDear sister and brother, I herewith send you a portrait of our old friend to show you, not what I know about farming, but what I can do toward killing time.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9<\/p>\n
This introduction makes the top and the general outline of Horace Greeley\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s disreputable old head-gear, the rim of the eye-glass at the left and the projection for a nose, and then runs down to form the upper lip and make a curve at the corner of the mouth. The clause, \u201a\u00c4\u00faWhat I know about farming,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 is a humorous hit at a book by Horace Greeley, issued some time before with that title, and made the butt of no little ridicule by people who knew nothing about farming, and of still more by practical farmers themselves. For in those days the \u201a\u00c4\u00fabook farmer\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 was ridiculed by everybody\u201a\u00c4\u00eeby \u201a\u00c4\u00fadirt farmers\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 most of all.<\/p>\n
Yes, I know this is a long break for the purpose of explaining a short sentence in an interesting letter; but that letter must submit to many breaks, if the portrait is to be visualized by the reader. It seems impossible to get a photograph of it now, because the letter is written in red ink and is somewhat faded besides.3<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n
The Portrait “Continued”<\/h4>\n
\u201a\u00c4\u00faHow would this do for a man\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s nose?\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 This inquiry, together with the date, \u201a\u00c4\u00faSaturday, February 1, 1873,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 completes the eye-glasses and the nose.<\/p>\n
\u201a\u00c4\u00faMy paths to school have drifted full twice this week, and I don\u201a\u00c4\u00f4t like that. Last Thursday night was the coldest night to us this winter by a good bit.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 This serves to represent the side of his hat, and also to show the wrinkles in his forehead. The phrase, \u201a\u00c4\u00faby a good bit,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 very common in the old days, is seldom heard of late.<\/p>\n
\u201a\u00c4\u00faThis old man used to run a farm, then he ran the machine called the Tribune, then he ran for Congress, ran next for President, and ran himself into the ground in more ways than one. Poor Horace! I am sorry that a worse man than he got more votes, but perhaps it is all for the best.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9<\/p>\n
This paragraph deftly distributed, constitutes in a striking way the straggling hair of the old man, struggling out from under his hat and streaming backward. One disconnected strand says, \u201a\u00c4\u00faDied November 2, 1872.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 Of course, this refers to political death. But Greeley\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s actual death occurred so soon after the date of the letter as to make the expression \u201a\u00c4\u00faran himself into the ground in more ways than one,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 though a trifle slangy for a teacher of that day, almost a prophetic forecast. His death was generally said to have been hastened by worry over his late campaign and overwhelming defeat.4<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n
\u201a\u00c4\u00faYou must tell the boys <\/i>to come down one of these days,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 is a sentence making the right ear and a strand of hair below.5<\/a><\/sup> Next come his chin and straggling whiskers as follows:\u00ac\u2020 \u201a\u00c4\u00faCome down soon, as I want to have another game of checkers with you. Give my regards to your father\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s folks.6<\/a><\/sup> I hope your face is better, and that it has not broken out on the outside. Come down. And write soon.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9<\/p>\n
Under the portrait is written, \u201a\u00c4\u00faPhoto from the old man himself.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 The whole is signed, with many bewildering flourishes: \u201a\u00c4\u00faR. H. Clayton, Special Artist, Unionville, Hunterdon County, N. J., February 1, 1873.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 Under this is the address: \u201a\u00c4\u00faTo Asher [V.] Williamson, Sergeantsville, Hunterdon County, N. J.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9<\/p>\n
Well-Known Teacher<\/h4>\n
This joking \u201a\u00c4\u00faSpecial Artist,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 Robert H. Clayton, is remembered as a man of rather striking appearance, tall, straight and carrying himself well; also as an active and energetic teacher in the lower part of the county for something like a decade. Among the schools in which he served acceptably, are mentioned Moore\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s, Reileyville, Unionville where we find him by his letter in 1873, and Reading\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s, at which school Superintendent Conkling reported him in 1876.7<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n
Robert H. Clayton married Charity Hummer, a sister to Anna J. Hummer, who married Asher Williamson. Hence the salutation: \u201a\u00c4\u00faDear sister and brother.\u201a\u00c4\u00f98<\/a><\/sup> He came here as a \u201a\u00c4\u00famystery man\u201a\u00c4\u00f9; at least, he soon became such because he never told anything about himself, his family or whence he came. But mystery was not allowed to interfere with the esteem in which he was held by the communities in which he lived, and by the schools which he taught. I distinctly remember that Supt. Conkling, whose term covered a part of Clayton\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s services here, always placed him among the best teachers in the county.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
According to census records, Clayton was born in Virginia, March 1844, and fought in the Civil War in the Confederate Army. Perhaps he felt it was better not to mention that in a northern state, since the war had been over for not quite eight years. I can\u201a\u00c4\u00f4t help but wonder if he had a southern accent that he managed to conceal.9<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n
\nA Drifter<\/h4>\n
But Clayton grew tired of the slow ways of the East, and struck out for broader fields and better prospects. Leaving his wife and three children here for a time, he went to Nebraska, where his wife and children joined him in Nov., 1869.10<\/a><\/sup> <\/i>How long they remained in Nebraska is not known. But he was something of a drifter. With the evident ability to get along anywhere, he seemed to be carrying a continuous urge to be somewhere else. He spent some time with his family in Iowa. Then he landed in the vicinity of Shawnee, Oklahoma.11<\/a><\/sup> There he taught school and did various other things along such lines for many years. He is said to have edited a local paper and been at one time mayor of the city of Shawnee. At last report he was still living there, nearing the age of ninety, and unable to carry on any kind of business, on account of failing sight and other infirmities of age.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Robert Clayton died at the age of 88 on November 15, 1932, and was buried in the Fairview Cemetery in Shawnee. His wife Charity outdid him; she was 100 years old when she died, on July 9, 1949. She was buried next to her husband.<\/p>\n
An intimate acquaintance of Robert H. Clayton, wishing to show his prevailing habit in brief, laconically says of him: \u201a\u00c4\u00faClayton always had a book in his hand.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 We can readily accept this as no great exaggeration. He must have been a studious man and close observer. This unique \u201a\u00c4\u00faportrait\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 shows both artistic talent and power to reproduce what had been impressed upon his mind. Any person who ever saw Horace Greeley in his later days, would be sure to find a striking resemblance to “Poor Horace.”12<\/a><\/sup>\u00ac\u2020Clayton cannot read or study now. A letter from his wife some time ago said that he lay much of the time on his couch, whiling the tedious hours away by listening to the radio. We can all rejoice that this modem wonder may be a source of much comfort to people thus afflicted.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Complete transcription of the letter:<\/h4>\n
Hat, running down his profile:\u00ac\u2020 \u201a\u00c4\u00faDear Sister and brother. I herewith send you a portrait of our old friend to show you not what I know about farming but what I can do towards killing time\u00ac\u2020 I hope your face has got better by this time and that it has not broken on the outside\u00ac\u2020\u00ac\u2020 goodbye and write soon\u00ac\u2020 must tell the boys to come down one of these days\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\nHat Brim: \u201a\u00c4\u00faMy paths to school have twice drifted full this week and that I didn\u201a\u00c4\u00f4t like much\u00ac\u2020 Last Thursday night was the coldest night to us this winter\u00ac\u2020 I wish it was time for grass\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\nBeard: \u201a\u00c4\u00faCome down soon as you conveniently can and I would like to have another game of checkers with you. Give my regards to your father\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s folks.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\nThe hair underneath the hat, behind his head: \u00ac\u2020\u201a\u00c4\u00faThis old man used to run a farm then he ran a machine called the Tribune\u00ac\u2020 then he ran for Congress\u00ac\u2020 ran next for President and ran himself in the ground in more ways than one. Poor Horace! I feel sorry that a worse man than he got more votes, but perhaps it is all for the best.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\nGlasses: \u201a\u00c4\u00faHow will this do for an eye? good, yet poor old Horace looks like famous pose\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\nCheek: “February Saturday 1873”<\/p>\n\u201a\u00c4\u00faPhoto from the old man himself\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\n\u201a\u00c4\u00faP. O. [?] Dayton, Special Artist\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\n\u201a\u00c4\u00faUnionville, Hunterdon County, N.J.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\n\u201a\u00c4\u00faFebruary 1st, 1873\u201a\u00c4\u00f9
\n\u201a\u00c4\u00faTo Asher V. Williamson.
\n\u201a\u00c4\u00faSergeantsville. Hunterdon County. N.J.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9<\/p>\nThe Williamson family of Hunterdon County is a vast and complex one. There appear to have been two main branches, both in Amwell Township. One lived in the Delaware part of Amwell and the other in the East Amwell part.\u00ac\u2020Williamson descendants have done such a vast amount of research on the family that now, to write about them would require not just a book but a set of several volumes.<\/p>\n
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\u201a\u00c4\u00faPoor Horace\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 was Horace Greeley (1811-1872), founder, publisher and editor of the New York Tribune, a very influential newspaper during Greeley\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s lifetime. He was also one of the founders of the new Republican Party in 1854. He was a vigorous opponent of slavery, and promoted many idealistic causes. In 1872 he was the candidate of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[226,241,6,261],"tags":[45,223],"class_list":["post-7646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-e-t-bush-historians-revisisted","category-families","category-historians-revisisted","category-williamson-families","tag-politics","tag-slavery","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7646","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7646"}],"version-history":[{"count":55,"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22918,"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7646\/revisions\/22918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}