Saturday 8 September 2012

1903-01-31



Away back in the fifties, when Canada was the only place on this continent where a runaway slave could breathe the air of freedom, the underground railroad did a large business in helping the unfortunate human chattel to get out of the country in which he was born and become a man under the protecting folds of the British flag. It cost hundreds of thousands of lives and untold millions of money to clear Old Glory from the dark stain of slavery. But it was not only the slaves who sung the old refrain :
                   “I want to go to Canada,
                    Where colored men are free.”
          For in those days, there were no extradition laws between Canada and the United States for certain classes of criminals, and it was but a span to cross the river at Niagara or Detroit for embezzlers and rascals of every kind to get into this land of freedom. Hamilton was the mecca of that class, as it was the nearest city to the border, and unfortunately got more than its share of undesirable citizens who stopped here long enough to decide upon their future. The old stagers will remember the panic of 1857, which began in Cincinnati by the failure of a loan and trust company, and quickly spread all over the American continent. The relations of Canada and the United States were so closely intertwined in a business way and in the location of so many Canadians in the border cities across the rivers, that a financial disturbance over there was felt here immediately. There was very little gold or silver in circulation in either country, and the bank notes were only as good as far as the personal integrity of the banks which made them, and, as a rule that not a very substantial guarantee. Out in the western states, there was unlimited quantities of what was known as wildcat currency, which might be good today, but not worth the paper it was written on tomorrow.
          This was the condition of affairs in the year 1857, when the events which are about to relate occurred. Dates are a hard thing to remember when one has no memoranda for reference, but to get as near as possible, we will risk the year as 1854 when Salmon P. Chase was elected governor of Ohio, and J. D. Breslin, treasurer of the state. The compensation of treasurer in those days was merely nominal, the honor of being elected to the important position being considered an equivalent for the services rendered as the work was done by the assistant treasurer and the clerical force of the office. However, the treasurers managed to be well paid, for they lent the large surplus on hand to private persons and to banks on which they received the big interest, for money was a scarce article forty or fifty years ago, and speculators were willing to pay well for the use of it. Like all his predecessors in the treasurer’s office, Breslin lent the funds to his political friends on personal security, and if there had been no panic to interfere, the probabilities are that every dollar would have been paid back without loss to the state or to Breslin’s bondsmen. The large interest was a temptation to Breslin, for during his term, his income would have been sufficient to place him easy circumstances, and in those days, there were no millionaires, $50,000 being considered a colossal fortune. Breslin had never been used to the handling of much more than came to him on his meager salary from the business to which he was engaged prior to his election to the high office of state treasurer. He was an active political worker in Northern Ohio, and through the efforts of influential friends, he received the nomination. One great element of his strength with his party was the influence of his brother-in-law in Tiffin, Ohio, who was an able platform speaker, and “there were giants” in those days. Bill Gibson, as he was best known, had the persuasive manner that could manage a caucus and pack a delegation, and when Northern Ohio went down to Columbus to the state convention to nominate a governor, state treasurer and other officers, Bill Gibson and his followers fairly swept everything before them. Salmon P. Chase was nominated for governor, and J. D. Breslin and his crowd were liberal in voting to distribute the other offices in different parts of the state. One must have taken a part in American politics to understand the fine wire-pulling that manages a state convention.

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          Breslin was a whole-souled fellow, and when opportunity offered was always glad to accommodate his friends. With the treasury of the wealthy state of Ohio in his control, he became an angel to the financially distressed, and it was not long before the surplus was scattered. The control of so much money made Breslin somewhat extravagant in his methods of living, for the interest rates alone was a large income, even if he did not use a dollar of the state money himself. Everything was lovely and all would have ended well had it not been for the financial crash which came in 1857. Men wealthy today were bankrupt tomorrow, and those who were debtors to Breslin were among the unfortunates to go down. In ordinary times, he could have discounted the notes and saved himself, but then it was every man for himself, and the banks were not taking any chances. Indeed, the banks were in deep water, and a majority of them never reached dry land again. In due course, the regular examination of the condition of the treasury came, when Breslin would have to show up every dollar. He called in vain upon the men whom he had befriended in their days of adversity, but they could not respond. Disgrace and arrest stared Breslin in the face, so one night, after business hours, he went to the state house and packed up the available funds in the vault, and before daylight he was far on his way to Niagara Falls, and before he was missed in Columbus, he was on this side of the Niagara river, safe from pursuit, for their were no extradition laws to molest him.

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          Breslin and his wife came direct to Hamilton, and after spending a few days at the Anglo-American hotel, they secured board with Mrs. Almond, who lived in the brick block, then owned by Hickory Clark, on the south side of Gore street, between James and Hughson streets. There was a pretentious block of residences in those days, occupied by Hamilton’s elite. Its days of glory have long since vanished’ but it has even now an air of subdued gaiety. Mrs. Breslin was a handsome woman, who dressed well and in excellent taste, and Breslin was good counterpart, but did not intrude himself upon the public gaze. He was reputed to be wealthy, but what cared the outside world how he gained it. He was a sociable man, and not adverse to a moderate game of poker now and then at the clubroom or in a private parlor in the hotel, so that time did not hang heavy on his hands. However, as “conscience makes cowards of us all,” there were times when the spirit of unrest seized Breslin, and he longed to return to his home in the Buckeye state. One day, when conscience was more persistent than usual, Breslin prepared a statement of defalcation and in it he gave the names of the men who had borrowed the money and the amounts. This had printed in the Christian Advocate office and made them to Governor Chase, to the men who owed the money, and to the leading politicians of his party. The result was that one day in 1858, Governor Chase, William Gibson and a few of Breslin’s old political friends came to Hamilton and the whole question of defalcation was gone into. Breslin agreed to pay back what money was left, and the men who owed the notes also promised to make restitution as far as they were able, and the end of the interview was that Governor Chase would intercede in Breslin’s behalf and save him from the penitentiary. The party returned to Ohio, and a few weeks later, Breslin and his wife bade adieu to Hamilton.

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          Bill Gibson was indicted for complicity in Breslin’s embezzlement, and while it was generally conceded that he never profited a dollar in the use of the money, nor had he any part in Breslin’s skipping out to Canada, yet a sacrifice had to be offered, and as he was a prominent connection of Breslin, being his brother-in-law, poor Bill had to suffer the disgrace. The case was put over from one court to another till the war drums began to beat again in 1861. Gibson was among the first in Northern Ohio to offer his services to the government, and he helped raise one of the finest companies in that part of the state. In the burst of patriotic fervor, the indictment that was hanging over Gibson was nullified by the prosecuting attorney, and the celebrated embezzlement became only an unpleasant memory. Gibson distinguished himself as a soldier for bravery and skill in the field of battle, and when the war closed, he was mustered out with the rank of brigadier-general. Although he was always in demand as a stump speaker – and there was none better in the state – he was never able to get away from the stain of the embezzlement. He was an innocent sufferer for his guilty brother-in-law. Breslin dropped out of sight altogether. He never had the manliness to acquit Gibson of complicity in the robbery of the state treasury. It was generally thought that Breslin provided for his future out of the stolen funds. When Governor Chase was candidate for the United States senate from Ohio, he had to explain the whole transaction in which he showed that had it not been for his visit to Hamilton, Breslin would never have made restitution. Senator Chase became famous as secretary of the treasury in President Lincoln’s war cabinet, and was the father of the greenback. Breslin never again visited Hamilton. All connected with the celebrated defalcation and robbery of the Ohio treasury have answered the roll call, many of them washing out the stain on the field of battle during the war of 1861-65.

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