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300         Edward    Fitzgerald   Beale

              The letters are the living memorial of a  friendship which
            began  in California in the  early fifties and which twenty
            years  later had a marked influence upon the course of
            national affairs.  Grant had the  gift  of  friendship, and his
            circle was not small ; but to the  Washington of the seventies
            it was no secret that of all his personal friends the one he
            most admired, the one to whom he  always listened (and
            then did as his own  good  sense dictated) , was  "Ned" Beale
            (a grandson  of the gallant Truxtun), who with Stockton
            conquered California, who  fought Kearny s  guns  in the
            desperate  battle of San Pasqual,  who  gave up active service
            in the Civil War at Lincoln s  request because the providen
            tial President knew that Beale s  presence in the debatable
            State would preserve  it to the Union.  Beale related that he
            first saw Grant in 1848  in the Casino on the Plaza of the
            City  of Mexico where the officers used to  gather during the
            American occupation.  Beale was on his famous ride across
            Mexico, bringing  the news of the  conquest  of California and
            the first specimens  of the gold that had been newly  discov
            ered in the City  of Mexico.  He stopped for a few hours to
            change horses on his route to Vera Cruz.  The friendship
            of Grant and Beale, however, really dates from 1853, when
            Grant s  army  career seemed  closed, and Beale, having
            resigned  from the  navy  that he  might provide  for his grow
            ing family, was becoming  interested  in the wonderful
            development  of the Golden State, which he foresaw like a
            prophet  and  by  which he profited like a wise man.
              In these days,  when Grant was unfortunate, Beale stood
            by his friend with both word and deed.  They  walked the
            Long  Wharf together  and ate their meals at the  "What
            Cheer" House when San Francisco was as uncertain of its
            name as of its future.
              The value of these letters is enhanced by the fact that Grant
            was a reserved man and a somewhat reluctant correspond
            ent ; to few if to any  of his circle of intimates did he  open  his
            heart as he did to his old comrade and house-friend Beale.
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