If England showed the same appreciation, some of us would not be so
cruelly industrious with our pens; but that is the affair of the
British public, who suffer most.

Caleb S. Harkness was bound to get on. Firstly, because his
audacity was unrivalled, and secondly, he knew it was wise to be
audacious.

In due course he rose as high as he conveniently could in the Navy
active, and turned his attention to the Navy passive, which latter
means a nice little house in Washington, and the open arms of the
best society in that enlightened city. Here also he got on, because
men were even more impressed by his audacity than the sea had been.
Also he developed a new talent. He found within himself an immense
capacity for making others appear ridiculous, and there is no man in
the world so sensitive as your American senator.

Thus in six years' time we find Caleb S. Harkness moving, not in the
bed of an English trout-stream, but in the lap of Washingtonian
luxury. It was a great night in the Government city, for England
had sent one of her brightest stars to meet the luminaries of the
United States in peaceful arbitration. The British Plenipotentiary
had not yet been seen of the multitude--but he was the eldest son of
a British Earl, and had a title of his own. That was enough for
Washington, with some to spare for Boston and New York. Also he had
proved himself equal to two American statesmen and their respective
secretaries. He was, therefore, held in the highest esteem by all
the political parties except that to which the worsted statesmen
belonged.