For Frederick Douglass' Paper

Heads of the Colored People—No. IX.

THE BOURBONS.

We have Bourbons among us! Mr. Put
nam you are answered; Dr. Hawkes and
Eleanor Williams, stand aside, clear the——kitchen, for our Bourbons, like one of your
selves, are colored people! Our proofs are
not wrapped up in wig-wams, and Prince de
Joinville and woodcut resemblances—no sir!
Mr. Putnam we address not Lewis II, (at
this time)—our proofs are direct and circum
stantial.

About the year 1775, among the officers of
a gallant French regiment, stationed at the
cape (now Cape Haytien in St. Domingo),
was the Counte Charles D'Artois, afterwards
Charles of France. This young prince
formed a liasson with a beautiful quadroon,
and M. Benjamin D'Artois was the conse
quence. The royal blood of France mingled
with the African current.

This Monsr. Ben., as he is called, is now
walking before my door, the "very spit" of
Charles the tenth, in every [?]ment of his
countenance. Charles, it will be recollected,
had not the Bourbon features so well marked
in some of his brothers; but—and here
Walker on Intermarriages comes into Court
—the children of Monsr. Ben are purely,
strictly and undeniably Bourbon in every
feature, in figure, in carriage, and in charac
ter!

Monsr. Ben is a jeweller, by trade, is a
quiet, easy old gentleman, and has bored the
ears of all the pretty France-African girls in
our city during the last half century. He
witnessed, and describes vividly, the death
by torture of Vincent Oje, the apostle and
martyr of Haytian liberty. Monsr. Ben
married after his emigration to New York
and some some five sons and [three daughters?].

[Illegible] says "to-day is a king in dis
guise. Tom Benjamin, or as he signs his
name, T. Benjamin D'Artois, the grandon of
a King of France, stands some five feet six
in height, is tremendously stout, and walks
with a curvilinear movement of his arms—caused by a twenty years' practice in freez
ing ice cream! Ye people of Gotham! Ye
who from 1815 to 1845, were wont to visit
Cantoit's garden in Broadway, between
Franklin and Leonard Streets—who do you
think, made that exquisite ice-cream? Gen
tlemen and ladies, it was a BOURBON! Only
think of it; was not Emerson right? How
many sipped that cream in utter ignorance
of the stupendous fact, that the royal blood
of France, the royal intellect of France, and
what is still better, the perspiration-Royal

of France was actually distilled, or exerted,
in preparing it? It is matter of profound
reflection for our times and our country, in
view of our glorious institutions and mani
fest destiny, that perhaps some American
citizens have gone down to their graves igno
rant of the fact that the exquisite ice-cream
they enjoyed at Cantoit's was made by a
Bourbon!

It may be objected, Mr. Editor, that my
Bourbons are of the [fitz?] lineage; that the
[?] sinister (anglice "over the left") sullies
their escutcheon. Surely, there, Dr. Hawkes;
stop a moment, Mr. Putnam. Monsr. Ben
was born in Hayti, and the Haytian law
makes all children born to a man his legiti
mate heirs, whether in wedlock or out of wed
lock. So we have Bourbons among us, thou
great light of Episcopacy.

Talking of Episcopacy brings to mind the
cheering fact, that the labors of John Jay
have triumphed in gaining the admission of

ST. PHILIP'S CHURCH

into the Union of the Diocess of New York!

In 1843 or 4, the first attempt was made
in this matter; it required two years hard
work, to obtain the least notice of the con
vention. In 1845, memorable for the trial
of Bishop Anderdonk, and for the attempt at
resisting his sentence made in the Diocesan
convention—a determined effort was made to
get St. Philip's admitted, as she was known
to be of the Bishop's party. By dint of a
sharp, earnest letter from the Secretary of
the Vestry, addressed to the Bishop, the cre
dentials of St. Philip's were endorsed by the
standing committee of the Diocess. And
this curious thing occurred; Mr. Jay, and his
father, Judge Jay, of the Anti-Bishop party,
actually struggled to gain admission for this
church which would vote against them, while
the Bishop's party were too cowardly to vote
in their own supporters. In 1846, I believe,
the matter again came up, and was dropped
by a vote in which the majority of the cler
gy voted indirectly for and of the laity
against the admission of St. Philips. In the
following year, the matter came up again,
and was submitted to a committee, from
which the Hon. John C. Spencer wrote a re
port against, and Rev. Evan Johnson in fa
vor of the admission. In the report of Mr.
Spencer, it was stated, that the Rev. Peter
Williams, the founder and Rector of St.
Philips, had been ordained with the special
pledge that he would never seek admission
into the Diocesan convention. Next year,
1848, the Vestry of St. Philip's published a
complete confutation of Mr. Spencer's state
ment; and renewed their application; and
have renewed it each year since.

The success at this time is mainly owing to
the fact, that John C. Spencer, who had
hitherto dodged and manoeuvred so as to
keep St. Philip's out, was this year kept out
himself, and no other layman had the cour
age to face John Jay's artillery. The Bishop
is understood to have favored the admission,
which shows him true to his English birth
and education. There were present, also,
several distinguished English clergymen, and
the convention quailed at the thought of
making them witnesses to a renewal of their
uncatholic exclusiveness.

The delegates from St. Philip's are Peter
Ray, senior warden, superintendent of Loni
lard's immense tobacco factory, Philip A.
White, chemist and apothecary, and Henry
Scott, merchant—all worthy, intelligent and
respectable gentlemen. I have not learned
whether any of them took their seats.

There is much that is hopeful in this affair;
and I trust that the Vestry of St. Philip's
will pass a vote of thanks to Mr. Jay: And I
hope also that they will give a call to the Rev.
Alexander Crummell, and offer him twelve
hundred dollars a year; the church is rich
enough to pay this salary; and there are so
few of such salaries in the gift of colored
people, and so few colored men of his stamp
to bestow them upon, that it seems a demand
of the times that they shall make this call.

Yours,
COMMUNIPAWSmith, James McCune

James McCune Smith (1813–65), a prominent black physician, abolitionist, and writer, was born in New York City to an enslaved father and a self-emancipated mother. He attended the New York African Free School, but was denied admission to Columbia University, Geneva Medical College, and the New York Academy of Medicine. He turned to the University of Glasgow in Scotland, where he received a B.A. (1835), M.A. (1836), and M.D. (1837). Upon returning to New York, he opened a pharmacy and medical practice that catered to both blacks and whites. He became involved in the abolitionist movement, serving as an associate editor of the Colored American in 1839, contributed regularly to the Anglo-African Magazine, and wrote correspondence for the North Star and Frederick Douglass’ Paper under the pseudonym “Communipaw.” Smith also wrote the introduction to Douglass’s second autobiography, My Bondage and My Freedom (1855). In 1861, Smith helped finance the revival of the Weekly Anglo-African to oppose black colonization and emigration, and he was a prominent member of the New York City Young Men’s Association, the American and Foreign Anti-Slavery Society, and the New York African Society for Mutual Relief. He was the sole attending physician of the Society for the Promotion of Education Among Colored Children, a member and vestryman of St. Philip’s Episcopal Church, and a trustee of the New York Society for the Promotion of Education Among Colored Children. In 1863 Wilberforce College appointed Smith professor of anthropology, but illness kept him from assuming his post. Lib., 1 June 1838; FDP, 18 May 1855; Douglass Papers, ser. 2:7–19; Miller, Search for a Black Nationality, 243; Pease and Pease, They Who Would Be Free, 90–92, 103, 110; Quarles, Black Abolitionists, 115, 134; Rhoda G. Freeman, “The Free Negro in New York City in the Era before the Civil War” (Ph.D. diss., Columbia University, 1966), 40–42, 177, 186, 195, 200, 247, 276, 286, 325, 353, 393; DAB, 27:288–89. .

NEW YORK, Sept. 30, 1853.