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Thoughts And Reminiscences
By
The Corn Law Rhymer
(From
Tait's Edinburgh Magazine 1840)
READER -
To
have lived in an age of mighty events, with mightiest consequences, to
look
back on those events, and forward to those consequences, and, without
having
partaken much in them as an actor, to find oneself a portion of them
and of
their great history, and one’s life a running commentary on the
progress of
some of the greatest questions that ever agitated the public mind; is
not the
privilege of every man of three score, and, perhaps, not mine.
It is now
46
years since I quarrelled with my father because he denied that one
Englishman
could thrash five Frenchmen. His little preaching parlour (he preached
for love,
not money, and believed that 99 in the 100 of his fellow men would be
damned)
was adorned with aquatints of Oliver Cromwell, Israel Putnam, John
Hampden and
George Washington, and the glorious victories of Lexington and Bunkers
Hill.
The good man (he was an old Cameronian and born rebel) did not fail to
tell me
what sort of victories these were. Still, I was slow to believe that we
did not
win. Oh, the roast beef of old England and Wellington’s victory of
Watergroo! How
much wiser we are then our fathers!
I am 58
years old and have been 43 years a scribbler. Of more than two-thirds
of a long
life, scarcely a month has passed in which I did not write on some
subject or
other. Yes, how paltry, in bulk and value, is the amount of my
scribble; small
volume, destined probably to be soon forgotten, or not opened once in
half a
century. Men now call me “Venerable Bard”, confound them! But I have
won the
old man’s privilege, and at last become a prattler. Why did I write so
much?
For love - love of the lovely; hatred of oppression being only another
name for
that passion. I do not remember the time when I was not dissatisfied
with the
condition of society. Without never envying any man for his wealth or
power, I
have always wondered why the strong oppress the weak; and I have never
wanted
cause to blush for my species. At the close of nearly three score
years, I find
that the many, who ought to be a fate unto themselves, are miserable
because
the few make them so. Precious word, Representation! when wilt thou be
a thing?
I remember
the days of Pitt, Fox, and Sheridan, and I live in those of Peel - a
statesman
who seems to have been born to tumble downstairs, without breaking his
neck. His
father got rich by working the steam engine; the son is to win
immortality by
taking up spinster's stitches with the good old knitting-pins of our
grandmothers. The policy which he advocates will beggar his heirs. To
us, he
died before he was born. His mind by the intellectual growth around
him; the
cruel sunshine in which he lives, covers him all over as with a
nightmare. Yet,
what a fuss he makes! And what the fuss is made about him, by other
spinsters!
The thought of him always brings to my remembrance a great man, who,
about 40
years ago, regularly made his appearance on market days in my native
town. He
had no crest, or coat of arms, like the baronet, but he wore the tin
plate in
front of his hat, after the manner of sow-gelders, as he strutted among
the farmers,
with a constant jerk right and left, and an elegant hutch-up of his
breeches,
proclaiming to the crowd of marketers, “The most noble and famous rat
catcher
from Poland!” Yet, this personage was not a mere pretender to rat
catching, as
the baronet is to statesmanship; he could, and did kill vermin.
The
darkest
year of my life was the year 1803; for, in that year, a landed
annuitant, name
Western, (Oh, what frail things are gibbets and pillories!) laid
foundation of
the present food monopoly, in a duty of 24s 3d per quarter on imported
wheat. Twelve
years afterwards, he and his brethren contrived absolutely to exclude
foreign
live cattle and fresh meat from the British market. This man is now a
Lord. He
is called a man of property. He lives in a palace, not in a workhouse.
No
tribunal sends him to the treadmill; and his descendants probably will
sit on
grand juries, to find true bills against his victims!
I have
lived
to unlearn a great and prevailing fallacy, that in this country the
interests
of masters and workmen are identical. Nothing can be more false. The
direct contrary
must be true. Why? Because in countries where laws restrict food,
without
restricting population, profits can only be sustained by reducing
wages. So
long then, as our Corn-Laws continue, strikes and unions, with a very
efficient
demand for labour, can alone enable workmen here to obtain as high
wages as are
obtained in Switzerland and other countries where Corn-Laws and strikes
are
alike unknown. When this is understood, (and it is of infinite
importance that
it should be), masters and workmen will combine against the common enemy. Then, and not before, the unnatural
laws, which place the interests in opposition, will be repealed; for
the
authors of those laws, like all men who have obtained an unjust
privilege,
stubbornly refused to understand their own case! To a man, they believe
in the Right
Divine of land. They really have faith in Richard Oastler and Feargus
O'Connor.
It is not their selfishness, but their ignorance, that wants removing;
and
nothing short of our unanimous resistance to their misrule, can startle
them
into a knowledge of the truth.
About two
years since I was summoned to York, on a jury, the case to be tried
being, “Widow
Somebody, tenant, v. Rafe Cheeke, landowner. The widow’s husband, on
his
deathbed, (not dreaming that she would lose the farm), fallowed about
80 acres
of land; but immediately after his death, she got notice to quit,
Cheeke
refusing to pay for the fallow; so she sued him for the cost of it -
about £740.
A special jury of landowners was summoned to try the case; but for some
reason
the name of a single tradesman appeared on the list. When eleven
landowners had
answered, and many other landowners had been called, without answering,
the man
who called the names boggled at mine, but, at last, with sweet
reluctant delay
syllabled out “E-be-nezer El-liott, of Sheffield!” Four respectable
witnesses
proved the plaintiffs case; and, as 11 of the jurors were landowners,
the
defendant, I thought, if his defence was worth a straw, with the jury;
but the
judge, without hearing one of the defendant’s witnesses, nonsuited the
wretched
plaintiff. On a previous occasion, I had found some difficulty in
obtaining the
money, (£1) which is allowed towards the expenses of special jurors,
that I
know who held it insisting on paying only one half of it; But, on the
occasion
to which I now allude, the jurors being landowners had taken care to be
paid beforehand;
that is to say, the money had been given for distribution to one of
their
number; as tough-looking a slave driver as can well be imagined. A
steak cut
out of the tenderest part of him, I suspect, would draw the teeth of
the
stoutest handloom weaver now in the state of vegetation. His eyes (they
had the
genuine landowner’s gunpowder expression) seemed constantly to go off
at half cock:
and if thou wilt suppose that his brain was made of iron wire, which
had grown
through the skull of him, and appeared outside in the shape of black
pig’s
bristles, thou wilt have some idea of the thatch under which this
savage dwelt;
but it would would require a Fielding to
describe the frown which he gave me, when I held out my hand for the
money. “What,”
he seemed to say to himself, “shall a landowner do an act of mere
justice to
one of his feeders without insulting him?” the cash shamed to be
fashioned
through his palm to the black wire in his heart and brain; but, at
last, with a
sob, or grunt, or growl, he paid it; and then, he, and his beggarly
brethren, set
up a huge horse laugh. I whispered to my
heart, as I sneaked out of court, with my friend “Gospel Luke,” a
respectable
attorney, “We know what we are, but we know not what we may be. Who
would be a
landowner’s tenants at will; or that tenant’s sub-slave; or that
sub-slave’s son
tried in the landowner’s parlour for killing God’s hares; or the
landowner’s
younger son, if unable to quarter himself on the public purse; or the
landowner
himself, beggared if the public refuse to pay the interest of his
mortgage? Now
there is no refusal like – “We cannot pay.” Oh, ye widows and ye
orphans!
Throughout
my long life, I have only met with one landowner, and never with the
landowner’s
underling - no, not even a land valuer - who did not talk as if he
thought he
had a right to trample on all who are not landowners. Forty years ago,
gentlemen
farmers, when flushed with the, not then unusual, grape, delighted to
ride over
townsfolk on the king’s highway. Now, the sons of those gentlemen
farmers are
literally slaves, viler than the Virginian negro; and their masters
ride
roughshod over them and us. O triumphs that won a food tax, which is to
end in
revolution! national debts, then, are not public wealth! taxation
without
representation is not liberty! and inconvertible one pound notes,
depreciated
30%, (as Tony Lumpkin found, when he went to Paris after the war), were
never
worth 20 silver shillings each! My poor father (the rebel) was right,
after
all! and so they hunted him out of society for his honesty and wisdom.
Some
months
ago - soon after the cotton princes (poor devils!) had condescended to
see, for
the first time, the precipice on which the landowners’ monopoly has
placed
their fortunes, I dined with a merchant. My fellow guest was a green
coloured
young barrister, with a poetical sloped forehead, like a lean-to roof;
and he
talked (Lord help us!) of becoming a
member of the British senate! “If” said he – the Corn Laws having
become a
subject of conversation – “if the Corn-Laws are to be repealed, an act
must be
passed to compel mortgagees to take two and half instead of five per
cent
interest, or gentlemen will be ruined.”
“Landed
idlers! If your monopoly has already cost the industrious more than all
the
land is worth, and if they who have been forced to pay for it take
possession
of it, what sort of case for restitution will you bring into the Court
of
Chancery?
The
sayings
and doings in parliament, during the late debates on the Corn-Laws,
have not
raised the landowners in my estimation. As Sir Walter Scott once asked,
with
charming simplicity, “What must be the condition of that country where
the land
is stolen?” so, one of the honourable gentleman asked, “What was to
become of
property, if landowners were to be prevented by the Ballot and Free
Trade from
paying the interest of their mortgages?” By property, then, these
landed worthies
mean the right to bribe, rob, and starve others.
The most
applauded of their speeches was made by Wincelsea’s son, Maidstone, who
declared”
That, in seeking Free Trade, the manufacturers wanted a slice from the
landowner’s capital”. The poor youth is not aware, that if the
landowners
cannot live without Corn Laws, they have no capital.
But the
wisest of their sayings was uttered by a Duke Richmond, who said, “That
if he
thought the Corn Laws would be repealed, he would sell his land, and
emigrate.”
Beautiful! If their intention were to sell their land and emigrate, we
could
understand them; but it will be with their heirs,” as when a hungry man
dreameth,
and behold he eateth, but he awakeneth, and his soul is empty.”
Can the
present state of things last? Can the catastrophe to which it points be
prevented? “Yes,” say the Chartists, (and let our oppressors remember
that Chartism
is the child of their misrule), “yes, Universal Suffrage would prevent
it.” But
can the Chartists obtain universal suffrage? If they cannot, it will
not be the
fault of our tyrants. The lords and squires have become Jacobins. About
six
years ago, they established, in our large towns, newspapers, called
Radical,
the editors of which - men with loud voices, brazen faces and big
bread-baskets
- were commanded to prevent the People from seeing the Corn Laws; so
they
placed before the eyes of the half-informed multitude the Elective
Franchise,
and, not in their newspapers only, but at public meetings, bade them
demand Universal
Suffrage, Annual Parliaments, Paid Members, and the Ballot. Well, do
not the
people see the Corn Laws? They feel them. Have the aristocracy, then,
gained
their end? Yes, as Samson gained his when he brought the temple down.
Ignorant
that true opinions never recede, they have taught millions to demand
the
franchise, whose children might never have thought of it. This is an
untoward
event, both for the aristocracy and their victims, unless the former
mean to
commit suicide. Two years ago, I did not venture to hope, that, in my
time, the
people generally would even think of obtaining the franchise. Now,
thank God
and the Tories! they resolutely demand it; but, alas! while they are
demanding
it, our trade is departing to other shores. Are you aware, Parson
Justice! that
your food monopoly threatens to stop the steam engine itself? You may
put down
by force the mob that will riot; but what is to suppress the mob that
must? When
in France, the spade was broken; when the hammer was silenced, and the
saw palsied;
when French mothers, everywhere, were in the streets, crying “Bread!
bread!”
and there was no bread; when woman had changed her nature, and said to
her
husband “Come and fight,” instead of
saying “Stay at home!” did Universal Suffrage prevent the horrors of
famine?
No! “the Constitution would not march!”* but Anarchy and Murder marched
through
every hamlet and every city, and every lane and street of every hamlet
and city
in the empire. What, then, is to be done? The middle classes could, if
they
were wise, prescribe a palliative for the national disorder; but a
guard of
armed householders supposes certain preliminaries. Perhaps the
affrighted
authors of a great political blunder will try to retard its
consequences by
coercing the people. Let them beware lest their force be wanted
everywhere, and
found nowhere; above all, let them beware how they compel the unanimous
masses to
use tactics which could not fail to give victory to the greatest
number. At
present, they are safe; for the mere working men of England and
Scotland are
not the greatest number. But “the affair cries haste!” and, I think, it
would
cost less time to repeal the food-monopoly than to educate and
enfranchise the
millions, and less still to obtain a separate legislature for
manufactures and
trade. It is quite possible, and would not be found difficult, for the
districts of London, Bristol, Birmingham, Leicester, Sheffield, Leeds,
Manchester, Liverpool, Newcastle, Edinburgh, and Glasgow, to form a
second
Hanseatic League; and, in spite of the palaced paupers, exchange their
goods
for foreign food. This league established, the mortgagees of the
monopolists
would be glad to pay us, towards the cost of their food-tax, say forty
per
cent., for the privilege of selling their produce in our markets. And
to this,
or something like it, we must come at last; for no fully-peopled
country can
long maintain its independence, unless it untax its commercial capital,
labour,
and skill. The selfishness of the landowners can only anticipate an
event
ordained of God. If it were not just that land, (God’s second gift to
all,) should,
when usurped by a few, pay the taxes of all, the time is rapidly
approaching
when, in this country, it must pay them; and, if the landowners wish to
postpone that time, they will immediately abolish the food-tax.
They have
already forced thinking men to inquire whether the State ought not to
be sole
landowner? and I don’t like such inquiries; for I am myself a
landowner. They
may, if they please, jeopardize their own lives, and the possession of
that
property which they still call theirs; but what right have they to
endanger my
life or property? I have done nothing worthy of death or confiscation;
and my
property is of my own earning – “a stake, not stolen from the public
hedge, but
planted there.” Nor are their children criminal. Surely, then, if
nothing but
confusion can come of barbarism in the midst of civilisation, when such
barbarism is the ruling power; and if the widespread demoralisation,
which
threatens to break the social contract, is an effect of that ignorant
greediness in high places which has declared, by Act of Parliament,
“that
Rascality alone shall thrive,” surely they, whose possessions cannot be
hidden,
will no longer undermine the foundations of property, but haste to act
wisely,
“ere their ruin come as one that travelleth, and their want as an armed
man.”
*See
Thomas Carlyle’s “History of the French Revolution.”
In
a footnote, Elliott added the following
observation:-
Six months after the date of this article, his Grace of Richmond is reported to have said in Parliament, “That the manufacturers ought not to forget the progress they have made under the protection of the Corn Laws.” How his Grace would gasp and stare if addressed thus by a parasite whom he had been forced to maintain – “Duke, what a beggar you would have been had I not compelled you to keep me!” Yet such is the exact meaning of the words addressed to his feeders by the thankless insolence of this titled pauper.
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