The Kelsey Building, 1911

 

Henry Cooper Kelsey was a self-made Victorian gentleman, the great-grandson of a Scots tanner and currier, who was an early resident of Newton, Sussex County.  In 1858, when the young Kelsey was 21, he took over a Newton store and became active in Democratic politics.  He was appointed postmaster the next year, serving until the Republicans came into power nationally in 1861.  He bought the New Jersey Herald that summer and settled into journalism and politics.  Kelsey, who had married Prudence Townsend the year he became a publisher, was appointed a judge of the Court of Common Pleas in 1868, filling the vacancy caused by her father’s resignation.  In July of 1870, the governor appointed him secretary of state.


Henry Cooper Kelsey

 

He stayed in the job for 27 years and remained in Trenton for the rest of his life.  Together with Benjamin F. Lee, clerk of the N.J. Supreme Court for 30 years, and Henry S. Little, clerk of the Chancery Court, he ran state Democratic politics for three decades ~ choosing the party candidates for governor and U.S. Senate and a host of lesser offices, and writing the party platforms.  The Secretary of State, a contemporary wrote, “was a man of the most precise habits. If you were two minutes late on an appointment with him, he was apt to close the door in your face.”

 

From the time he entered state government until his death 50 years later, he lived in a suite of rooms at the Trenton House, a hotel on North Warren Street. Beginning in 1872, when his doctor advised him to go to Europe for his health, he and Mrs. Kelsey sailed each spring for Europe, returning in the fall.

 

The Kelseys had been married for 43 years when she became ill, was hospitalized and died in 1904.  Following his wife’s death, the childless widower resigned from all social activities.  He made large gifts to her church and the hospital where she died but wanted a more substantial memorial.  Although he had no previous connection with the School of Industrial Arts, which provided night classes to factory workers, he decided to donate a building to the school, which used rented rooms.  Having determined on his gift, he quietly acquired the land for $19,000, then set about hiring the best architect he could find.

 

If Cass Gilbert wasn’t America’s most famous architect when Kelsey made the announcement of his intentions on May 2, 1909, he hadn’t long to wait. He had been Stanford White’s personal assistant at McKim, Mead & White.  In 1905, he won the competition to design the New York Customs House and he was hired four years later to work on the Woolworth Building.  The 66-story skyscraper was the tallest building in the world when completed in 1913, and remained so for another 20 years.  Conspicuous for the beauty of its perpendicular Gothic style, it remains one of Manhattan’s most famous buildings and the cornerstone of Cass Gilbert’s reputation.

 

Kelsey met with the architect, saw his gift announced and sailed for Europe, as was his habit.  Gilbert would later explain that the princely nature of Kelsey’s gift had made him think of princely art patrons of the Renaissance.  He modelled Mr. Kelsey’s building on the great Florentine Palazzo Strozzi, built in 1489.

 

The whole project was intended to memorialize Prudence Townsend Kelsey: A bronze tablet on the building’s facade is dedicated to her and the first-floor auditorium was named Prudence Hall.  But her widower also lavished more than $12,000 on the decoration of a single room on the second floor, a permanent exhibit space for the pieces his wife had collected on their annual trips to Europe.  Under the pediment of Siena marble and through the double doors ~ the outer mahogany, the inner satinwood ~ is the second-floor room inscribed: “In Memoriam Prudence Townsend Kelsey.”  Henry C. Kelsey himself arranged its contents, as a permanent reflection of the wife he never ceased to mourn.  The extent of his feelings can be gauged by his opening remarks at the Kelsey Building’s dedication ceremonies:

 

“When, on that bitter winter night, now more than seven years ago, the light of my life went out, all the world seemed dark and cold to me.  My heart was chilled, my reason staggered and I felt that for me the end could not come too soon.  But after a period of despair I was aroused to realize that my own work was not yet done ~ that there were new duties calling me ~ duty to the community, duty to my friends and hers, and, above all, the glad duty to honor and exalt her memory in every possible way, for to her all that I was or had been or am ~ my very existence at my mature age ~ was due.”

 

His Victorian excess of feeling is mirrored in the room, where porcelain cherubs perch atop framed portraits of the Kelseys; six clocks are stopped at 11:49; and a number of small calendars are turned permanently to Sunday, January 3, the time and date of her death in 1904.  Small pictures of Mrs. Kelsey are scattered among the cabinets holding her belongings, and one shelf displays a sachet envelope, with her calling card attached.  On it is written: “This little sachet was the last thing I took to Blessed Prude ~ a day or two before Christmas 1903 (at the hospital). God Bless her soul.  O! My darling, darling wife.”

 

Outside the room, suspended from the building’s facade by lacy ironwork, is a large clock.  A great proponent of public clocks (and a man renowned for his own promptitude and his expectation of it in others), Kelsey had two bronze markers attached to the west clock face, permanently recalling his wife’s death at 11:49.