Pierce, as I have said, was Southern in temperament, and Buchanan, who to those he did not like or approve had, as Arnold Harris said, "a winning way of making himself hateful," was an aristocrat under Southern and feminine influence.
I was fond of Mr.Pierce, but I could never endure Mr.Buchanan.

His very voice gave offense to me.

Directed by a periodical publication to make a sketch of him to accompany an engraving, I did my best on it.
Jacob Thompson, the Secretary of the Interior, said to me: "Now, Henry, here's your chance for a foreign appointment." I now know that my writing was clumsy enough and my attempt to play the courtier clumsier still.

Nevertheless, as a friend of my father and mother "Old Buck" might have been a little more considerate than he was with a lad trying to please and do him honor.

I came away from the White House my _amour propre_ wounded, and though I had not far to go went straight into the Douglas camp.
Taking nearly sixty years to think it over I have reached the conclusion that Mr.Buchanan was the victim of both personal and historic injustice.