Our Lives, Our Fortunes, Our Sacred Honor

by Paul Harvey

The “how” and the “why” of our beloved republic are so much better understood than the “who.”  The United States of America was born in 1776 but it was conceived 169 years before that.  The earliest settlers had watered the new world with much sweat. They had built substantial holdings for themselves, for their families. And when a time came to separate themselves from a tyranny an ocean away, at best it meant starting all over again after the ravages of war.

Researching what you are about to hear gave a whole new dimension to my reverence for our nation’s first citizens.  All others of the world’s revolutions before and since were initiated by men who had nothing to lose. Our founders had everything to lose and nothing to gain….except ONE THING.

You remember the cherry tree fiction a long time after you have forgotten the more earth shaking and  history making episodes in the life of George Washington.

You have misplaced in you memory the details of Ben Franklin’s statesmanship, but you remember his flying a kite. Joyce Kilmer was a great military hero, but the only thing you personally recall about him is his poetic tribute to trees. Maybe of this current decade that which will be remembered best will not be its wars and its moon rockets or its crumbling frontiers or the giants who lived and died. Maybe all that will survive to linger in the day by day vocabulary of generations yet unborn may be the songs of a Memphis minstrel or the reincarnation of electric automobiles.

But for any eve of the Fourth of July, I do hereby bequeath unto you something to remember. You may not be able to quote one line from the Declaration of Independence at this moment. Henceforth, you will always be able to quote at least one line. It’s in the last paragraph where you will recall, when I remind you, it says, “We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.”

In the Pennsylvania state house which is now called Independence Hall in Philadelphia, the best men from each of the colonies sat down together.  This was a very fortunate hour in our nation’s history. It is one of those rare occasions in the lives of men when we had greatness to spare.  These were men of means, well educated.  Twenty-Four were lawyers and jurists. Nine were farmers, owners of large plantations.

On June 11, a committee sat down to draw up a declaration of independence. We were going to tell the British fatherland, “No more rule by redcoats.” Below the din of ruthless foreign rule, the stream of freedom was running shallow and muddy. We were going to light a fuse to dynamite that dam.  This pact, as Burke later put it was “a partnership between the living and the dead, and the yet unborn.” There was no bigotry,  there was no demagoguery in this group. All had shared hardships.

Jefferson had finished a draft of the document in seventeen days. Congress adopted it in July.  And so much is familiar history. But now King George III had denounced all rebels in America as traitors. Punishment for treason was hanging.  The names now so familiar to you from the several signatures on that Declaration of Independence–those names were kept secret for six months. For each knew the full meaning of that magnificent last paragraph in which his signature pledged his “life, his fortune, and his sacred honor.”

Fifty-six men placed their names beneath that pledge. Fifty-six knew when they signed, that they were risking everything. They knew if they won this fight the best they could expect would be years of hardship in a struggling nation, and if they lost, they would face a hangman’s rope.

But they signed the pledge.

And here is the documented fate of that gallant fifty-six.

Carter Braxton of Virginia; wealthy planter, trader, saw his ships swept from the seas. To pay his debts, he lost his home and all of his properties and died in rags.

Thomas Lynch Jr. who signed that pledge was a third generation rice grower, aristocrat; large plantation owner. After he signed his health failed, his wife and he set out for France to regain his failing health. Their ship never got to France, was never heard from again.

Thomas McKean of Delaware was so harassed by the enemy that he was forced to move his family five times in five months. He served in Congress without pay;  his family in poverty and in hiding.

Vandals looted the property of Ellery, Clymer, Hall, Gwinnet, Walton, Heyward, Rutledge and Middleton.

Thomas Nelson Jr. of Virginia raised two-million dollars on his own signature to provision our allies; the French fleet. After the war, he personally paid back the loans, wiped out his estate and he was never reimbursed by his government. In the final battle for Yorktown, he, Nelson urged General Washington to fire on his–Nelson’s own home; it was occupied by Cornwallis. Thomas Nelson Jr. had pledged his life, his fortune, his sacred honor.

The Hessians seized the home of Francis Hopkinson of New Jersey.

Francis Lewis had his home and everything destroyed, his wife imprisoned. She died within a few months.

Richard Stockton who signed that declaration was captured, mistreated, his health broken to the extent that he died at fifty-one.  His estate was pillaged.

Thomas Heyward Jr. was captured when Charleston fell.

John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside while she was dying. Their thirteen children fled in all directions for their lives. His fields and gristmill were laid waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves. He returned home after the war to find his wife dead, his children gone,  his properties lost.  He died a few weeks later of exhaustion and of a broken heart.

Lewis Morris saw his land destroyed; his family scattered.

Phillip Livingston died within a few months from the hardships of the war.

John Hancock, history remembers best due to a quirk of fate rather than anything he’d stood for. That great sweeping signature attesting to his vanity towers over the others. He was one of the wealthiest men in New England.  And yet he stood outside Boston on a terrible night of the war and he said, “Burn Boston, burn. Though it makes John Hancock a beggar– if the public good requires it.” So, he too lived up to the pledge.

Of the Fifty-Six, few were long to survive. Five were captured by the British and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes from Rhode Island to Charleston sacked, looted, occupied by the enemy or burned.
Two lost their sons in the army. One had two sons captured.
Nine of the Fifty-Six died in the war from it’s hardships or it’s more merciful bullets.

I don’t know what impression you had had of the men who met that summer in Philadelphia.
But I think it’s important that we remember this about them. They were not poor men. They were not wild-eyed pirates. These were men of means.  They were rich men most of them and had enjoyed much ease and luxury in their personal living. Not hungry men. Certainly not terrorists, not irresponsible malcontents, not fanatical incendiaries.  These men were prosperous men. Wealthy landowners, substantially secure in their prosperity. They had everything to lose.

But they considered LIBERTY–and this is as much as I shall say of it–they learned that LIBERTY is so much more important than security, that they pledged “their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.”

They fulfilled their pledge. They paid the price–

and FREEDOM was born.

~Paul Harvey

Happy Independence Day!

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4 Replies to “Our Lives, Our Fortunes, Our Sacred Honor”

  1. Isn’t history awesome? I absolutely love it. When they were signing the Declaration of Independence it had to be in secret. There weren’t a lot of people there because they were worried about who might find out about the secret signing.

    We may be fighting in a different time but what we fight for is still the same. Our freedom!

  2. Oh how I love this country and it’s stories. Finished “John Adams” a few weeks ago and have such a renewed appreciation for those that were put in place to bring about this great country. I feel so blessed to be an American.

  3. Wow! Thanks so much for this share. The whole time I was thinking, what an amazing writer. I was in awe with your eloquence. And then read Paul Harvey.

    Just as well. The words are what struck me; it doesn’t matter who wrote them.

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