It's a difficult Thanksgiving season. The nation is deeply divided, facing serious threats abroad and an uncertain economy at home. An unpopular war drags on, and the controversial incumbent president, after a bitter and divisive campaign, has just won re-election with barely 50 percent of the popular vote.
Welcome to November 1812.
The war against the British is going badly. President James Madison, after winning a landslide victory in 1808, almost lost this time around. The citizens of a worried nation, in between the name-calling and rancor, nervously ask one another what exactly there is to be thankful for. Is it possible that the solutions of their fraught age could hold lessons for ours?
To find out, let us poke our heads inside the Congregational Church in Dunbarton, N.H., where the longtime pastor, a Dartmouth graduate named Walter Harris, is delivering his annual Thanksgiving message. Harris, nicknamed "the sledgehammer," is a noted contrarian who opposes, for example, the town tax that pays his salary. His remarkable sermon for Thanksgiving 1812 could have been delivered today.
Harris begins by announcing to his flock that although it is Thanksgiving, he plans to "enumerate some of the national evils under which we labor" - evils that, two hundred years later, echo with eerie familiarity.
First, he says, the nation is at war. And indeed, the War of 1812 has been anything but a success for the American side. Everyone assumes that when the British finally dispense with Napoleon, they will turn their attention to the upstart United States and prove once and for all who should have triumphed in that late unpleasantness that began in 1776.
Here, however, Harris offers a trenchant observation. The war has gone well, he says, when we defend our shores and badly when we take the battle to the enemy's provinces. Whatever one thinks of this claim as a matter of strategy, Harris' larger point is about the home front: "A very great proportion of the pious people of this land, so much doubt the necessity or lawfulness of this war that they do not, yea, dare not, pray for its success." But without the good wishes and prayers of the populace, he explains, the war cannot be won.
The second of the evils Harris enumerates is what nowadays goes under the name incivility - and, again, his lament will sound familiar: "We must notice, with sorrow, the violent political dissensions in our land." How bad is it? This bad: "Men of the same neighborhood have become the most virulent enemies to one another; they cannot speak peaceably to one another," he says. "These divisions forebode approaching ruin."