lty to the
public sentiment of the North should have been, made him a willing
instrument to crush out the growing determination north of Mason
and Dixon's line that freedom should be national, slavery sectional.

Mr. Fillmore had given satisfaction to the Senators by the impartial
manner in which he had presided as Vice-President over their
deliberations. They had, by a unanimous vote, approved of his
ruling, which reversed the decision of Mr. Calhoun, twenty-three
years before, that the Vice-President had no right to call a Senator
to order for words spoken in debate, and they had ordered his
explanatory remarks to be entered upon the journal. By Mr. Seward
and Mr. Weed, however, he was treated with marked contempt, and
under their direction the Taylor Administration had given him the
cold shoulder. Even his requests that two of his personal friends
should be appointed Collector of the Port and Postmaster at Buffalo
had been formally refused, and the places had been given to partisans
of Mr. Seward. The unexpected death of General Taylor was an
element which even Mr. Seward had never taken into account, and
the first consequence was undisguised confusion among the supporters
of the Administration. The members of the Cabinet promptly tendered
their resignations, and it was plainly visible that the sudden
removal of the President had checkmated the plans so carefully
made, and forced the chief player to feel the bitterness of political
death. Mr. Fillmore was known to be amiable in private life, but
it was evident that he would show little regard for those who had
snubbed and slighted him in his less powerful position.

The remains of the deceased President lay in state for several days
in the East Room at the White house, and were then interred with
great pomp. Religious services were held at the White House, where
the distinguished men of the nation were grouped around the coffin.
At the funeral there was a large military escort of regulars and
volunteers, commanded by General Scott, who was mounted on a spirited
horse and wore a richly embroidered uniform, with a high chapeau
crowned with yellow plumes. The ponderous funeral car was drawn
by eight white horses. Behind the car was led "Old Whitey," the
charger ridden by General Taylor in Mexico. He was a well-made
horse, in good condition, and with head erect, as if inspired by
the clang of martial music, he followed to the grave the remains
of him whom he