It is only shallow-minded pretenders who either make
distinguished origin a matter of personal merit, or obscure origin a matter of
personal reproach. Taunt and scoffing at the humble condition of early life
affect nobody in America
but those who are foolish enough to indulge in them, and they are generally
sufficiently punished by public rebuke. A man who is not ashamed of himself
need not be ashamed of his early condition.
It did not happen
to me to be born in a log-cabin; but my elder brothers and sisters were born in
a log-cabin raised among the snowdrifts of New Hampshire, at a period so early
that when the smoke first rose from its rude chimney and curled over the
frozen hills, there was no similar evidence of a white man's habitation between
it and the settlements on the rivers of Canada.
Its remains still
exist; I make it an annual visit. I carry my children to it, to teach them the
hardships endured by the generations which have gone before them. I love to
dwell on the tender recollections, the kindred ties, the early affections and
the touching narratives and incidents which mingle with all I know of this
primitive family abode.
I weep to think
that none of those who inhabited it are now among the living; and if ever I am
ashamed of it, or if ever I fail in affectionate veneration for him who reared
it and defended it against savage violence and destruction, cherished all the
domestic virtues beneath its root and, through the fire and blood of a seven
years' revolutionary war, shrunk from no danger, no toil, no sacrifice, to
serve his country and to raise his children to a condition better than his own,
may my name and the name of my posterity be blotted forever from the memory of
mankind!
Daniel Webster
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