CHAPTER I

English Men of Action

LORD LAWRENCE

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LORD LAWRENCE

BY

SIR RICHARD TEMPLE

London

MACMILLAN AND CO.

AND NEW YORK

1889

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CONTENTS

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CHAPTER I

INTRODUCTION 1

CHAPTER II

EARLY LIFE, 1811-1829 7

CHAPTER III

THE DELHI TERRITORY, 1829-1846 15

CHAPTER IV

THE TRANS-SUTLEJ STATES, 1846-1849 27

CHAPTER V

PUNJAB BOARD OF ADMINISTRATION, 1849-1853 45

CHAPTER VI

CHIEF COMMISSIONER OF THE PUNJAB, 1853-1857 69

CHAPTER VII

WAR OF THE MUTINIES, 1857-1859 92

CHAPTER VIII

SOJOURN IN ENGLAND, 1859-1863 137

CHAPTER IX

THE GOVERNMENT OF INDIA, 1864-1869 148

CHAPTER X

CONCLUSION, 1869-1879 190

CHAPTER I

INTRODUCTION

John Laird Mair Lawrence was born in 1811 and died in 1879, being

sixty-eight years of age. Within that time he entered the Civil Service

of the East India Company, governed the Punjab then the most difficult

province in India, took a very prominent part in the War of the

Mutinies, was by many called the saviour of the Indian empire, and

became Viceroy of India. By reason of his conduct in these capacities he

is regarded as a man of heroic simplicity, and as one of the best

British type, to be reckoned among our national worthies.

I shall write the following account of him as a man of action, partly

from authentic records, but chiefly from personal knowledge. I was his

Secretary during some of the most busy and important years when he was

governing the Punjab, and one of his Councillors when he was Viceroy. My

acquaintance with him began in 1851, and continued on intimate terms

till 1870, from which time until his death I was separated from him by

distance. Thus I have been in great part an eyewitness of what is to be

related of him. My knowledge, too, of his views is derived, not from

correspondence nor from private letters, but from verbal communication.

For several years it was my chief duty so to imbue my mind with his

policy and opinions that I might be able to express them in writing at a

moment’s notice.

He was a man of action as distinguished from a man of letters. He did

not write a book nor contribute to periodical literature. Among his

predecessors and successors in high office amidst the imperial affairs

of India, some have been men either of letters or of literary culture;

as for instance, Warren Hastings, Wellesley, Teignmouth, Mountstuart

Elphinstone, Lytton. Though neither unlettered nor uncultured, he had no

literary training nor did he possess that which would nowadays be called

culture. Again, some of his predecessors and successors had acquired a

considerable position either in political and parliamentary life at home

or in imperial affairs abroad, as for example Amherst, Ellenborough,

Hardinge, Dalhousie, Canning, Elgin, Mayo, Northbrook. But he derived

his position solely from experience of India, knowledge of her people,

and services rendered within her limits. The son of a poor and hardy

veteran officer, he was essentially a self-made and a self-taught man.

It is therefore interesting to learn how he came to make and teach

himself thus grandly, and what was the process of the making and the

teaching. For he had no wondrous gifts of intellect or imagination and

few external graces. He never enjoyed the advantages of high education,

of family connection, of contact with political life, of guidance from

the lights of the age. He had to raise himself by his own up-heaving

force, and to propel himself by his own motive power. Before him many

great men have been singled out for greatness by every observer from

their youth onwards. But he as a young man was never deemed remarkable,

and almost up to his middle life he was not expected by his best friends

to acquire greatness. Then the hour of difficulty came, and was followed

by other hours harder and harder still; and he was found more and more

to be the man for them all. From a good magistrate of a comparatively

old district he became the administrator of a newly-annexed territory.

Thence he rose to be Resident at a Native Court in time of trouble, and

virtual governor of an arduous province. While thus occupied he was

overtaken by the desperate tempest of the Mutinies, and he rode on the

crest of every wave. Thence he was promoted in natural order to the

supreme command in India. Thus he rose not by assumed antecedents nor by

collateral advantages, but by proved merit in action. Doing lesser

things very well he was tried in greater things, and he did them with

equal efficiency. Tested in the furnace of fiery danger he showed the

purest metal. Lastly, when elevated to the highest office he was still

successful.

All this while, his qualities were for the most part those which are

commonly possessed by British people. He evinced only two qualities in

an uncommon degree, namely energy and resolution. But if he was not a

man of genius in the ordinary acceptation of the term, there must have

been a certain genius in him, and that was virtue. Such genius is indeed

heaven-born, and this was the moral force which combined all his

faculties into a harmonious whole and made him a potent instrument for

good, a man of peace or of war, according to the requirements of right

and justice. His virtue was private as well as political, domestic as

well as public. He was a dutiful son, a faithful husband, a kind father,

an affectionate brother, a steadfast friend. There have been men eminent

in national affairs over whose life a veil must partially be thrown; but

his conduct was unassailable even by those who assailed his policy and

proceedings. However fiercely the light might beat on him, he was seen

to be unspotted from the world. Again there have been statesmen who,

vigilant as regards the public interests, have yet neglected their own

concerns; but he was a good steward in small things as well as in great.

He always found the means of meeting charitable demands; he was ever

ready with trusty counsel for his friends; he managed a fund formed by

himself and his brothers as a provision for their widowed mother. But,

while upright and undaunted before men, he was inwardly downcast and

humble before the all-seeing Judge. He relied on divine mercy alone,

according to the Christian dispensation. Apart from the effect of his

constant example in Christian action, he made no display of religion

beyond that which occasion might require. In this cardinal respect as in

all lesser respects he was unostentatious, excelling more in practice

than in precept. Amidst the excitement of success in emergent affairs,

he would reflect on the coming time of quiet and retirement. In the

heyday of strength and influence he would anticipate the hour when the

silver cord must be loosed and the golden bowl broken; when surrounded

with pomp and circumstance, he would reckon up the moments when the

splendid harness must be cast aside. In a word, massive vigour,

simplicity and single-mindedness were the keynotes of his character.

In the following pages, then, the development of this character will be

traced through many striking circumstances in distant fields of action,

through several grave contingencies and some tremendous events. The

portrait will, indeed, be drawn by the hand of affection. Nevertheless

every endeavour will be made to preserve accurately the majestic

features, to pourtray the weather-beaten aspect, to depict the

honourable scars, the wrinkles of thought, the furrows of anxiety. In a

word he is to be delineated as he actually was in gentleness or

ruggedness, in repose or activity, in sickness or health.

His course, from the beginning to the end of life, should have a

spirit-stirring effect on the middle class from which he sprung. For to

his career may be applied the Napoleonic theory of a marshal’s baton

being carried by conscripts in their knapsacks during a campaign. With

virtue, energy and resolution like his, British youths of scanty means,

winning their places by competition, may carry with them to the Eastern

empire the possibilities of national usefulness and the resources for

conquering fortune in her noblest sphere.

Moreover, a special lesson may be learnt from him, namely that of

endurance; for he was, in the midst of energetic life, often troubled

and sometimes even afflicted by sickness. In early life he seemed to

have been born with powerful robustness; but as a young man he suffered

several times from critical illness, and in middle age ailments,

affecting chiefly the head, grew upon him like gathering clouds. As an

elderly man he was prematurely borne down to the dust of death, while

according to ordinary hope he might yet have been spared for some years

to his family his friends and his country. If anything could add to the

estimation in which he is held, it is the remembrance that when he

magnificently swayed the Punjab his health was fitfully uncertain, that

it was still worse when he stemmed the tide of the Mutiny and Rebellion,

that it had never been really restored even when he became Viceroy, and

that during the performance of deeds, always arduous and often heroic,

he had to struggle with physical pain and depression as well as wrestle

with public emergencies.

But though he might have added something to the long list of his

achievements had his life been prolonged, still the main objects of his

existence had been fulfilled, and he died neither too early nor too late

for his fame. Even if it cannot be said of him that he lived long enough

to be gathered to his fathers like a full shock of corn, still there is

a fulness and a completeness in his career. To his memory may be applied

the lines of Schiller on a dead hero: “He is the happy one. He has

finished. For him is no more future here below. For him destiny weaves

no webs of envy now. His life seems spotless, and spreads out with

brightness. In it no dark blemish remains behind. No sorrow-laden hour

knocks to rouse him. He is far-off beyond hope and fear. He depends no

longer on the delusive wavering planets. For him ’tis well for ever. But

for us, who knows what the dark-veiled hour may next bring forth!”

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