My Friends,
1st January, 1872.
I would wish you a happy New Year, if I thought my wishes likely to be
of the least use. Perhaps, indeed, if your cap of liberty were what
you always take it for, a wishing cap, I might borrow it of you, for
once; and be so much cheered by the chime of its bells, as to wish you
a happy New Year, whether you deserved one or not: which would be the
worst thing I could possibly bring to pass for you. But wishing cap,
belled or silent, you can lend me none; and my wishes having proved,
for the most part, vain for myself, except in making me wretched
till I got rid of them, I will not present you with anything which
I have found to be of so little worth. But if you trust more to any
one else's than mine, let me advise your requesting them to wish that
you may deserve a happy New Year, whether you get one or not.
To some extent, indeed, that way, you are sure to get it: and it
will much help you towards the seeing such way if you would make it
a practice in your talk always to say you "deserve" things, instead
of that you "have a right" to them. Say that you "deserve" a
vote,--"deserve" so much a day, instead of that you have "a right to"
a vote, etc. The expression is both more accurate and more general;
for if it chanced, which heaven forbid,--but it might be,--that you
deserved a whipping, you would never think of expressing that fact by
saying you "had a right to" a whipping; and if you deserve anything
better than that, why conceal your deserving under the neutral term,
"rights"; as if you never meant to claim more than might be claimed
also by entirely nugatory and worthless persons? Besides, such accurate
use of language will lead you sometimes into reflection on the fact,
that what you deserve, it is not only well for you to get, but certain
that you ultimately will get; and neither less nor more.
Ever since Carlyle wrote that sentence about rights and mights, in
his "French Revolution," all blockheads of a benevolent class have
been declaiming against him, as a worshipper of force. What else,
in the name of the three Magi, is to be worshipped? Force of brains,
Force of heart, Force of hand;--will you dethrone these, and worship
apoplexy?--despise the spirit of Heaven, and worship phthisis? Every
condition of idolatry is summed in the one broad wickedness of refusing
to worship Force, and resolving to worship No-Force;--denying the
Almighty, and bowing down to four-and-twopence with a stamp on it.
But Carlyle never meant in that place to refer you to such final
truth. He meant but to tell you that before you dispute about what
you should get, you would do well to find out first what is to be
gotten. Which briefly is, for everybody, at last, their deserts,
and no more.
I did not choose, in beginning this book a year since, to tell you what
I meant it to become. This, for one of several things, I mean,--that
it shall put before you so much of the past history of the world,
in an intelligible manner, as may enable you to see the laws of
Fortune or Destiny, "Clavigera," Nail bearing; or, in the full idea,
nail-and-hammer bearing; driving the iron home with hammer-stroke,
so that nothing shall be moved; and fastening each of us at last to
the Cross we have chosen to carry. Nor do I doubt being able to show
you that this irresistible power is also just; appointing measured
return for every act and thought, such as men deserve.
And that being so, foolish moral writers will tell you that whenever
you do wrong you will be punished, and whenever you do right rewarded:
which is true, but only half the truth. And foolish immoral writers
will tell you that if you do right, you will get no good; and if you
do wrong dexterously, no harm. Which, in their sense of good and harm,
is true also, but, even in that sense, only half the truth. The joined
and four-square truth is, that every right is exactly rewarded, and
every wrong exactly punished; but that, in the midst of this subtle,
and, to our impatience, slow, retribution, there is a startlingly
separate or counter ordinance of good and evil,--one to this man, and
the other to that,--one at this hour of our lives, and the other at
that,--ordinance which is entirely beyond our control; and of which
the providential law, hitherto, defies investigation.
To take an example near at hand, which I can answer for. Throughout
the year which ended this morning, I have been endeavouring, more
than hitherto in any equal period, to act for others more than for
myself: and looking back on the twelve months, am satisfied that in
some measure I have done right. So far as I am sure of that, I see
also, even already, definitely proportioned fruit, and clear results
following from that course;--consequences simply in accordance with
the unfailing and undeceivable Law of Nature.
That it has chanced to me, in the course of the same year, to have to
sustain the most acute mental pain yet inflicted on my life;--to pass
through the most nearly mortal illness;--and to write your Christmas
letter beside my mother's dead body, are appointments merely of
the hidden Fors, or Destiny, whose power I mean to trace for you in
past history, being hitherto, in the reasons of it, indecipherable,
yet palpably following certain laws of storm, which are in the last
degree wonderful and majestic.
Setting this Destiny, over which you have no control whatsoever,
for the time, out of your thoughts, there remains the symmetrical
destiny, over which you have control absolute--namely, that you are
ultimately to get--exactly what you are worth.
And your control over this destiny consists, therefore, simply in being
worth more or less, and not at all in voting that you are worth more
or less. Nay, though you should leave voting, and come to fighting,
which I see is next proposed, you will not, even that way, arrive any
nearer to your object--admitting that you have an object, which is much
to be doubted. I hear, indeed, that you mean to fight for a Republic,
in consequence of having been informed by Mr. John Stuart Mill, and
others, that a number of utilities are embodied in that object. We
will inquire into the nature of this object presently, going over the
ground of my last January's letter again; but first, may I suggest to
you that it would be more prudent, instead of fighting to make us all
republicans against our will,--to make the most of the republicans you
have got. There are many, you tell me, in England,--more in France,
a sprinkling in Italy,--and nobody else in the United States. What
should you fight for, being already in such prevalence? Fighting is
unpleasant, now-a-days, however glorious, what with mitrailleuses,
torpedoes, and mismanaged commissariat. And what, I repeat, should
you fight for? All the fighting in the world cannot make us Tories
change our old opinions, any more than it will make you change your
new ones. It cannot make us leave off calling each other names if we
like--Lord this, and the Duke of that, whether you republicans like it
or not. After a great deal of trouble on both sides, it might, indeed,
end in abolishing our property; but without any trouble on either
side, why cannot your friends begin by abolishing their own? Or even
abolishing a tithe of their own? Ask them to do merely as much as I,
an objectionable old Tory, have done for you. Make them send you in
an account of their little properties, and strike you off a tenth,
for what purposes you see good; and for the remaining nine-tenths,
you will find clue to what should be done in the 'Republican' of last
November, wherein Mr. W. Riddle, C.E., "fearlessly states" that all
property must be taken under control; which is, indeed, precisely what
Mr. Carlyle has been telling you these last thirty years, only he seems
to have been under an impression, which I certainly shared with him,
that you republicans objected to control of any description. Whereas
if you let anybody put your property under control, you will find
practically he has a good deal of hold upon you also.
You are not all agreed upon that point perhaps? But you are all agreed
that you want a Republic. Though England is a rich country, having
worked herself literally black in the face to become so, she finds she
cannot afford to keep a Queen any longer;--is doubtful even whether she
would not get on better Queenless; and I see with consternation that
even one of my own personal friends, Mr. Auberon Herbert, rising the
other day at Nottingham, in the midst of great cheering, declares that,
though he is not in favour of any immediate change, yet, "if we asked
ourselves what form of government was the most reasonable, the most
in harmony with ideas of self-government and self-responsibility, and
what Government was most likely to save us from unnecessary divisions
of party, and to weld us into one compact mass, he had no hesitation
in saying the weight of argument was in favour of a Republic." [1]
Well, suppose we were all welded into a compact mass. Might it not
still be questionable what sort of a mass we were? After any quantity
of puddling, iron is still nothing better than iron;--in any rarity
of dispersion, gold-dust is still gold. Mr. Auberon Herbert thinks
it desirable that you should be stuck together. Be it so; but what
is there to stick? At this time of year, doubtless, some of your
children, interested generally in production of puddings, delight
themselves, to your great annoyance, with speculative pudding in the
gutter; and enclose, between unctuous tops and bottoms, imaginary
mince. But none of them, I suppose, deliberately come in to their
mothers, at cooking-time, with materials for a treat on Republican
principles. Mud for suet--gravel for plums--droppings of what heaven
may send for flavour;--"Please, mother, a towel, to knot it tight--(or,
to use Mr. Herbert's expression, "weld it into a compact mass")--Now
for the old saucepan, mother; and you just lay the cloth!"
My friends, I quoted to you last year the foolishest thing, yet said,
according to extant history, by lips of mankind--namely, that the cause
of starvation is quantity of meat. [2] But one can yet see what the
course of foolish thought was which achieved that saying: whereas,
though it is not absurd to quite the same extent to believe that a
nation depends for happiness and virtue on the form of its government,
it is more difficult to understand how so large a number of otherwise
rational persons have been beguiled into thinking so. The stuff of
which the nation is made is developed by the effort and the fate of
ages: according to that material, such and such government becomes
possible to it, or impossible. What other form of government you try
upon it than the one it is fit for, necessarily comes to nothing;
and a nation wholly worthless is capable of none.
Notice, therefore, carefully Mr. Herbert's expression "welded into
a compact mass." The phrase would be likely enough to occur to any
one's mind, in a midland district; and meant, perhaps, no more than
if the speaker had said "melted," or "blended" into a mass. But
whether Mr. Herbert meant more or not, his words meant more. You
may melt glass or glue into a mass, but you can only weld, or wield,
metal. And are you sure that, if you would have a Republic, you are
capable of being welded into one? Granted that you are no better
than iron, are you as good? Have you the toughness in you? and
can you bear the hammering? Or, would your fusion together,--your
literal con-fusion--be as of glass only, blown thin with nitrogen,
and shattered before it got cold?
Welded Republics there indeed have been, ere now, but they ask first
for bronze, then for a hammerer, and mainly, for patience on the
anvil. Have you any of the three at command,--patience, above all
things, the most needed, yet not one of your prominent virtues? And,
finally, for the cost of such smith's work,--My good friends, let me
recommend you, in that point of view, to keep your Queen.
Therefore, for your first bit of history this year, I will give you
one pertinent to the matter, which will show you how a monarchy, and
such a Republic as you are now capable of producing, have verily acted
on special occasion, so that you may compare their function accurately.
The special occasion that I choose shall be the most solemn of all
conceivable acts of Government; the adjudging and execution of the
punishment of Death. The two examples of it shall be, one under an
absolutely despotic Monarchy, acting through ministers trained in
principles of absolute despotism; and the other in a completely free
Republic, acting by its collective wisdom, and in association of its
practical energies.
The example of despotism shall be taken from the book which Mr. Froude
most justly calls "the prose epic of the English nation," the
records compiled by Richard Hakluyt, Preacher, and sometime Student
of Christchurch in Oxford, imprinted at London by Ralph Newberie,
anno 1599, and then in five volumes, quarto, in 1811, two hundred
and seventy copies only of this last edition being printed.
These volumes contain the original--usually personal,--narratives
of the earliest voyages of the great seamen of all countries,--the
chief part of them English; who "first went out across the unknown
seas, fighting, discovering, colonizing; and graved out the channels,
paving them at last with their bones, through which the commerce and
enterprise of England has flowed out over all the world." [3] I mean to
give you many pieces to read out of this book, which Mr. Froude tells
you truly is your English Homer; this piece, to our present purpose,
is already quoted by him in his essay on England's forgotten worthies;
among whom, far-forgotten though they be, most of you must have heard
named Sir Francis Drake. And of him, it now imports you to know this
much: that he was the son of a clergyman, who fled into Devonshire
to escape the persecution of Henry VIII. (abetted by our old friend,
Sir Thomas of Utopia)--that the little Frank was apprenticed by his
father to the master of a small vessel trading to the Low Countries;
and that as apprentice, he behaved so well that his master, dying,
left him his vessel, and he begins his independent life with that
capital. Tiring of affairs with the Low Countries, he sells his
little ship, and invests his substance in the new trade to the West
Indies. In the course of his business there, the Spaniards attack
him, and carry off his goods. Whereupon, Master Francis Drake,
making his way back to England, and getting his brother John to
join with him, after due deliberation, fits out two ships, to wit,
the Passover of 70 tons, and the Swan of 24, with 73 men and boys
(both crews, all told,) and a year's provision; and, thus appointed,
Master Frank in command of the Passover, and Master John in command
of the Swan, weigh anchor from Plymouth on the 24th of May, 1572,
to make reprisals on the most powerful nation of the then world. And
making his way in this manner over the Atlantic, and walking with
his men across the Isthmus of Panama, he beholds "from the top of
a very high hill, the great South Sea, on which no English ship had
ever sailed. Whereupon, he lifted up his hands to God, and implored
His blessing on the resolution which he then formed, of sailing in
an English ship on that sea." In the meantime, building some light
fighting pinnaces, of which he had brought out the material in the
Passover, and boarding what Spanish ships he can, transferring his men
to such as he finds most convenient to fight in, he keeps the entire
coast of Spanish America in hot water for several months; and having
taken and rifled, between Carthagena and Nombre de Dios (Name of God)
more than two hundred ships of all sizes, sets sail cheerfully for
England, arriving at Plymouth on the 9th of August, 1573, on Sunday,
in the afternoon; and so much were the people delighted with the news
of their arrival, that they left the preacher, and ran in crowds to
the quay, with shouts and congratulations.
He passes four years in England, explaining American affairs to Queen
Elizabeth and various persons at court; and at last in mid-life, in
the year 1577, he obtains a commission from the Queen, by which he
is constituted Captain-general of a fleet of five ships: the Pelican,
admiral, 100 tons, his own ship; the Elizabeth, vice-admiral, 80 tons;
the Swan, 50 tons; Marigold, 30; and Christopher (Christbearer) 15;
the collective burden of the entire fleet being thus 275 tons; its
united crews 164 men, all told: and it carries whatever Sir Francis
thought "might contribute to raise in those nations, with whom he
should have any intercourse, the highest ideas of the politeness and
magnificence of his native country. He, therefore, not only procured
a complete service of silver for his own table, and furnished the
cook-room with many vessels of the same metal, but engaged several
musicians to accompany him."
I quote from Johnson's life of him,--you do not know if in jest or
earnest? Always in earnest, believe me, good friends. If there be jest
in the nature of things, or of men, it is no fault of mine. I try to
set them before you as they truly are. And Sir Francis and his crew,
musicians and all, were in uttermost earnest, as in the quiet course
of their narrative you will find. For arriving on the 20th of June,
1578, "in a very good harborough, called by Magellan Port St. Julian,
where we found a gibbet standing upon the maine, which we supposed to
be the place where Magellan did execution upon his disobedient and
rebellious company; ... in this port our Generall began to inquire
diligently of the actions of M. Thomas Doughtie, and found them not to
be such as he looked for, but tending rather to contention or mutinie,
or some other disorder, whereby (without redresse) the successe of
the voyage might greatly have bene hazarded; whereupon the company
was called together and made acquainted with the particulars of the
cause, which were found, partly by Master Doughtie's owne confession,
and partly by the evidence of the fact, to be true; which when our
Generall saw, although his private affection to M. Doughtie (as hee
then in the presence of us all sacredly protested) was great, yet
the care he had of the state of the voyage, of the expectation of
her Maiestie, and of the honour of his countrey, did more touch him
(as, indeede, it ought) than the private respect of one man: so that,
the cause being thoroughly heard, and all things done in good order,
as neere as might be to the course of our lawes in England, it was
concluded that M. Doughtie should receive punishment according to the
qualitie of the offence: and he, seeing no remedie but patience for
himselfe, desired before his death to receive the Communion, which
he did at the hands of M. Fletcher, our Minister, and our Generall
himselfe accompanied him in that holy action: which being done, and
the place of execution made ready, hee having embraced our Generall,
and taken his leave of all the companie, with prayer for the Queen's
Maiestie and our realme, in quiet sort laid his head to the blocke,
where he ended his life. This being done, our Generall made divers
speaches to the whole company, persuading us to unitie, obedience,
love, and regard of our voyage; and for the better confirmation
thereof, willed evry man the next Sunday following to prepare himselfe
to receive the Communion, as Christian brethren and friends ought to
doe, which was done in very reverent sort, and so with good contentment
every man went about his businesse."
Thus pass judgment and execution, under a despotic Government and
despotic Admiral, by religious, or, it may be, superstitious, laws.
You shall next see how judgment and execution pass on the purest
republican principles; every man's opinion being held as good as his
neighbour's; and no superstitious belief whatsoever interfering with
the wisdom of popular decision, or the liberty of popular action. The
republicanism shall also be that of this enlightened nineteenth
century: in other respects the circumstances are similar; for the
event takes place during an expedition of British--not subjects,
indeed, but quite unsubjected persons,--acknowledging neither Queen
nor Admiral,--in search, nevertheless, of gold and silver, in America,
like Sir Francis himself. And to make all more precisely illustrative,
I am able to take the account of the matter from the very paper which
contained Mr. Auberon Herbert's speech, the 'Pall Mall Gazette' of
5th December last. In another column, a little before the addresses
of the members for Nottingham, you will therein find, quoted from the
'New York Tribune,' the following account of some executions which took
place at "the Angels" (Los Angeles), California, on the 24th October.
"The victims were some unoffending Chinamen, the executioners
were some 'warm-hearted and impulsive' Irishmen, assisted by some
Mexicans. It seems that owing to an impression that the houses
inhabited by the Chinamen were filled with gold, a mob collected in
front of a store belonging to one of them named Yo Hing with the
object of plundering it. The Chinamen barricaded the building,
shots were fired, and an American was killed. Then commenced
the work of pillage and murder. The mob forced an entrance, four
Chinamen were shot dead, seven or eight were wounded, and seventeen
were taken and hanged. The following description of the hanging
of the first victim will show how the executions were conducted:--
"Weng Chin, a merchant, was the first victim of hanging. He
was led through the streets by two lusty Irishmen, who were
cheered on by a crowd of men and boys, most of Irish and
Mexican birth. Several times the unfortunate Chinaman faltered
or attempted to extricate himself from the two brutes who were
leading him, when a half-drunken Mexican in his immediate
rear would plunge the point of a large dirk knife into his
back. This, of course, accelerated his speed, but never a
syllable fell from his mouth. Arriving at the eastern gate
of Tomlinson's old lumber yard, just out of Temple Street,
hasty preparations for launching the inoffensive man into
eternity were followed by his being pulled up to the beam
with a rope round his neck. He didn't seem to 'hang right,'
and one of the Irishmen got upon his shoulders and jumped
upon them, breaking his collar-bone. What with shots, stabs,
and strangulation, and other modes of civilized torture,
the victim was 'hitched up' for dead, and the crowd gave vent
to their savage delight in demoniac yells and a jargon which
too plainly denoted their Hibernian nationality.
"One victim, a Chinese physician of some celebrity, Dr. Gnee Sing,
offered his tormentors 4,000 dollars in gold to let him go. His
pockets were immediately cut and ransacked, a pistol-shot mutilated
one side of his face 'dreadfully,' and he too was 'stretched up'
with cheers. Another wretched man was jerked up with great force
against the beam, and the operation repeated until his head was
broken in a way we cannot describe. Three Chinese, one a youth of
about fifteen years old, picked up at random, and innocent of even
a knowledge of the disturbance, were hanged in the same brutal
manner. Hardly a word escaped them, but the younger one said,
as the rope was being placed round his neck, 'Me no 'fraid to
die; me velly good China boy; me no hurt no man.' Three Chinese
boys who were hanged 'on the side of a waggon' struggled hard for
their lives. One managed to lay hold of the rope, upon which two
Irishmen beat his hands with clubs and pistols till he released his
hold and fell into a 'hanging position.' The Irishmen then blazed
away at him with bullets, and so put an end to his existence."
My republican friends--or otherwise than friends, as you choose to
have it--you will say, I presume, that this comparison of methods
of magistracy is partial and unfair? It is so. All comparisons--as
all experiments--are unfair till you have made more. More you
shall make with me; and as many as you like, on your own side. I
will tell you, in due time, some tales of Tory gentlemen who lived,
and would scarcely let anybody else live, at Padua and Milan, which
will do your hearts good. Meantime, meditate a little over these two
instances of capital justice, as done severally by monarchists and
republicans in the sixteenth and nineteenth centuries; and meditate,
not a little, on the capital justice which you have lately accomplished
yourselves in France. You have had it all your own way there, since
Sedan. No Emperor to paralyze your hands any more, or impede the
flow of your conversation. Anything, since that fortunate hour, to
be done,--anything to be said, that you liked; and in the midst of
you, found by sudden good fortune, two quiet honest and brave men;
one old and one young, ready to serve you with all their strength,
and evidently of supreme gifts in the way of service,--Generals Trochu
and Rossel. You have exiled one, shot the other, [4] and, but that,
as I told you, my wishes are of no account that I know of, I should
wish you joy of your "situation."
Believe me, faithfully yours,