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Only once did he re-enter the political arena. At the Democratic State Convention of 1918 he rose to denounce William Randolph Hearst, who wanted to be Governor. Hearstlings raised a furore, ordered the sergeant-at-arms to throw Mr. Seabury out. But majestic Samuel Seabury eluded a firm grip on the seat of his pants, made his speech, buried Hearst for Alfred Emanuel Smith.
In retirement he has made a comfortable fortune. He helped Frank and Anna Gould win the interfamily Gould estate suit in 1927. In 1919 he got Frank a divorce from Edith Kelley, British chorus girl.
At East Hampton, L. I. is the Seabury summer home. He plays golf rather badly at the Maidstone Club. He is married, childless. He was touring Europe with his wife when suddenly and to his surprise he received his Appellate Division appointment last year. It was given him for the simple reason that he is the city's greatest authority on its lower courts.
In Manhattan's East 63rd Street is his town house. In its library he has stored an enviable collection of ancient legal books. Portraits of his ecclesiastical ancestors outstare each other from the high walls, and in winter a fire crackles on a Tudor hearth. There is candlelight.
Here, behind a slightly superior but tolerant smile, sits Samuel Seabury. He has heard that he may be nominated for Mayor in 1933 on a Fusion ticket. He has heard that he might even go to Albany to replace Governor Roosevelt, who is dreaming of the White House. But for the present, from an Elizabethan window Samuel Seabury spies on the Tammany Wigwam. Behind the Wigwam he sees a woodpile. In the woodpile, he feels sure there is many a corrupt Tammany Indian. Last week it was expected he would ask Governor Roosevelt to call a special session of the Legislature to help him drag the rascals out.