CHAPTER II

THE MAN

Richard Southwell Bourke, sixth Earl of Mayo, was born in Dublin on

the 21st of February, 1822. He came of a lineage not unknown

throughout the seven centuries of unrest, which make up Irish

history. Tracing their descent to the ancient Earls of Comyn in

Normandy, the de Burghs figured as vigorous instruments in the

English conquest of Ireland from the Strongbow invasion downwards.

From the William Fitzadelm de Burgh, commissioned to Ireland by Henry

II to receive the allegiance of the native kings, sprang a number of

warlike families, now most prominently represented, after many

mischances of forfeiture and lapse, by the Earls-Marquesses of

Clanricarde and the Earls of Mayo.

Like other Norman barons in Ireland, the de Burghs gradually fell

into the rough ways of the tribes whom they subdued. One of them

married a granddaughter of Red-Hand, the old King of Connaught, and

the family name naturalised itself into the Irish forms of Bourke,

Burke, or Burgh, which it has since retained. {18} They adopted the

conquered country as their own, and each subsequent wave of English

invaders found the Bourkes as intensely Irish as the old Celtic

families themselves. I trouble the reader with these matters, not

from an idle love of genealogy, but because the past history of the

family did much to mould the character of the Bourke who forms the

subject of this volume. His was a nature into which an ancient

descent infused no tincture of any ignoble pride of birth. But its

memories lit within him an unquenchable love of the people among whom

his ancestors had so long borne a part--a sentiment which, after

blazing up once or twice in his youth, shone calmly through his life,

and went with him to the grave.

'I come of a family,' he said on one occasion in the House of

Commons, 'that cast in their lot with the Irish people.' To that

people he devoted his whole English career. The only parliamentary

office which he accepted was the Chief Secretaryship for Ireland; and

this office he held thrice. He spoke so seldom on any but Irish

questions as to be little known to the English public. Amid the

splendid cares of India his letters break out into longings for his

Irish home. It was an Irish cross that he placed on the plain of

Chilianwala over the unnamed dead. In his Will, he begged that his

body might be conveyed to Ireland, and laid in a humble little

churchyard in the centre of his own estates, with only an Irish cross

to mark his grave.

{19} As in the feuds and rebellions of Ireland, from the thirteenth

to the seventeenth century, the Bourkes bore a boisterous part, so,

during the eighteenth century they emerge as active prelates and

politicians. John Bourke of Kill and Moneycrower, an ambitious and

hard-working member of the Irish Parliament, was created Baron Naas

in 1776, Viscount Moneycrower in 1781, and finally Earl of Mayo in

1785. The third Earl held the Archbishopric of Tuam and gave a

clerical turn to the younger branches of the family, among whom the

Bishop of Waterford and the Dean of Ossory left well-remembered

names. The fourth Earl has a surer hold on the public memory in

Praed's verse. The fifth Earl was the father of Lord Mayo the subject

of this memoir.

Hayes, the scene of Lord Mayo's early years, was an unpretending

country house in Meath, about twenty-two miles from Dublin. Here, in

the earlier part of the century, lived the second son of the fourth

Earl of Mayo, the Honourable Richard Bourke, Bishop of Waterford and

Lismore, with his wife Mary, daughter of Robert Fowler, Archbishop of

Dublin. In 1820 their eldest son Robert, afterwards fifth Earl,

wedded Anne Charlotte Jocelyn, a granddaughter of the Earl of Roden;

and the Bishop, retiring to his see-residence at Waterford, gave up

his family house of Hayes to the newly-married pair. Of this marriage

Richard Bourke, whose life I am about to relate, was the eldest son.

At Hayes they lived for over forty years, bringing {20} up a family

of eight[1] children in a quiet religious fashion, and upon such

means as fall to the son of a younger son. In 1849 Mr. Robert Bourke

succeeded to the earldom, and afterwards took his seat in Parliament

as a representative peer. But long before that time, Richard and the

other elder children were out in life. It was the Hayes influence

that moulded their characters and shaped their careers, and it was

Hayes that they always thought of as their home.

[Footnote 1: Of ten children born to them, one daughter died in

infancy and one son in boyhood.]

As the Hayes income did not permit of a public school education, the

father set about the task of home-training with steadfastness of

purpose. In his youth he had passed a couple of years at Oxford, but

his own up-bringing had been mainly a domestic and evangelical one,

characteristic of an Irish see-house sixty years ago. His marriage

confirmed this cast of thought by closely associating him with the

evangelical leaders of the time. The tutor and governess formed

important figures in the life of that quiet household, in which few

events took place to mark the march of time, save the father's

periodical absence at assizes, or on county business. This monotone

of boyhood, little broken by the usual external influences, gave a

singular force to the family tie among the young group at Hayes.

The house became a well-known resort of the evangelical clergy, and

figures somewhat prominently in the religious biography of that time.

One clergyman {21} has left behind a picture of his warm welcome on

reaching Hayes belated--his postillions having lost their way and

entangled the carriage in a wood--and how the nursery turned out a

little battalion, which had retired for the night, but now streamed

forth 'wrapped in shawls and cloaks' to greet the family friend. Nor

does the narrative fail to notice 'the asylum established within the

grounds for persecuted Protestants.'

The sobriety of tone at Hayes was brightened by the delight which the

father took in the outdoor life of his children. Walking expeditions,

long rides, cricket, swimming matches on the Boyne, and every form of

robust companionship which endears Englishmen to each other--in all

these the father and sons bore an equal part. The talent at Hayes

came from the mother. But to the father they owed the ideal and

standards in life which result from growing up as the dearest friends

of a single-minded and tenderly considerate man.

'My father,' writes one of the sons, 'brought us all up with the idea

that we should have to make our own way in the world. But at the same

time, every one of us felt that what little he could do for us he

would do to the last penny. His generosity used to break out

unconsciously in a hundred details. During the Indian Mutiny, I gave

a little lecture to the tenants and neighbours on what the army was

then doing in the East. Unmeritorious as the performance undoubtedly

was, I remember my father coming into {22} my room early next

morning, and saying, with tears in his eyes, that he felt proud of

it, and that he was not a rich man, but begged me to accept a

twenty-pound note.'

Of the mother, the same son writes. 'What strikes me most in looking

back, was her earnest love for her children; an inexhaustible fund of

common sense; a contempt for everything mean or wrong; and a firm

belief that her daily prayers for us would be answered, and that we

would be a blessing and comfort to her through life.

'She it was who really enabled my father to pull through the many

difficulties of his married life, between 1820 and 1849. She was

never idle--always writing, doing accounts, or working; had little

time for reading, but constantly did her best to get us to take an

interest in books. Her mission, she used to say, was _work_. She

devoted much of her time to the cottages of the sick, to clothing

clubs, and the hundred little charities which crowd round the wife of

an Irish squire who tries to do his duty. I never knew any one who

_worked harder_. Two days a week she gave up to standing at the door

of her medicine-room, dispensing drugs, and, when necessary, warm

clothes to the poor. And day after day, in bad seasons week after

week, the dinner-bell rang before she got a drive or a walk. Often

have I thought that poor Mayo inherited from her that conscientiousness

in the discharge of minute duties which to me seemed one of the

characteristics of his official life, both in England and in India.'

{23} The mother stands out in this and other documents which have

come into my hands, a figure of gentle refinement among the robust

open-air group at Hayes; recognised by it as something of a paler and

more spiritual type than the warm colouring of the life around her.

Into that life she managed to infuse a consciousness that, somehow,

there was a higher and more beautiful existence than the vigorous

animalism of boyhood dreamed of. Richard as the eldest cherished her

memory with a touching retentiveness. A thoroughly manly boy, the

leader in all the pastimes and mischief of Hayes, his childhood

reflected the more retired aspects of his mother's nature, not less

than his father's love of out-door sports. There remains a little

collection of sermons written by him before the age of twelve, and

instinct with the pathos of an imaginative child under strong

religious impressions. These discourses, chiefly upon texts dear to

the evangelical mind, dwell with a quaint earnestness on such

subjects as the doctrine of grace, the worthlessness of this world,

and the glories and terrors of the next.

The taste for history soon began to mingle with his meditations, and

his twelfth year produced a little book in a straggling boyish hand,

entitled, 'A Preface to the Holy Bible, by R. S. B. of H----': with

the motto, '_Multae terricolis linguae, coelestibus una_.' In this

fasciculus he gives a historical introduction to each of the books of

the Old Testament as far as the Psalms, with notices of their authors

and contents. {24} His boyish letters breathe the pronounced

Protestantism of the people among whom he lived. At fifteen he writes

to his father: 'There is a poor man here on the verge of the grave

just come out of Popery. Lord Roden' (the relative with whom he was

then staying), 'has received alarming letters from M. Caesar Malan of

Geneva, giving an alarming account of the increase of Popery on the

Continent.' Such sentences contrast curiously with the tolerant

sobriety of Lord Mayo's maturer mind. But they illustrate that ready

sympathy with his surroundings, which won for him in later life the

love of his own countrymen, and produced so deep an impression among

the princes and peoples of India.

With one more quotation I must bid good-bye to the home-life at

Hayes. It is a letter written to his mother on his thirty-seventh

birthday, when he was Chief Secretary for Ireland for the second

time, amid the distracting cares of Phoenix Park agitations, and the

coming defeat of his party in Parliament.

'MY DEAREST MOTHER,--I am very thankful for your motherly letter and

all the good advice it contains. I have had many blessings in my

time, and I am most thankful for them in my heart, though I may not

make any great demonstration of my thoughts. We are all getting on in

years, and are, I hope, setting our faces homewards. My life is, at

the very most, more than half over, even supposing that I should live

to be old. And how many chances there are against that! This time

thirty-seven years {25} ago I was a small thing. How much smaller in

one sense shall I be thirty-seven years hence! How much greater, we

may hope, in another!'

In 1838, Richard being then sixteen, the Hayes family went abroad for

a couple of years. The first year they spent in Paris, the tutor and

governess living as usual in the house. But for the first time in

their lives, the boys bent their necks to the discipline of exact

teaching, beginning with the French professor at 8 A.M. and ending

with the dancing-master at 7 in the evening. For these long hours in

the schoolroom they took a sufficient revenge out of doors. One can

picture the torrent of thick-booted Irish boys, each accustomed to do

battle for his own branch in the great laurel at home, ravaging among

the miniature embellishments of a Champs Elysees garden. They set up

a swing, wore the grass into holes, swarmed up the delicately-nurtured

cedar, and trampled the flower-beds. At the end of six months, when

the family left, Mr. Bourke had to pay the outraged proprietor a bill

of five hundred francs, for '_degradation du jardin_.'

In the summer of 1839 the family rolled southwards to Switzerland,

and had four months of climbing. The next winter, passed in Florence,

opened up a new world. The French and Italian masters went on as

before, and Richard took lessons in singing and on the violoncello,

for both of which he had early disclosed an aptitude. But another

sort of education also began. At first half holidays, then whole

days, {26} were spent in the galleries; the mother now as ever

leading him on in all noble culture. 'Richard,' writes his brother,

'intensely enjoyed the artistic atmosphere of the place.' He learned

to recognise the different schools and artists by patiently looking

at their works.

At Florence, too, Richard first entered the world. The mother took

care that the best houses should be open to her son. So to balls,

Richard Bourke and his next brother went; and to all the haunts of

men and women in that friendly society of winter refugees. 'Before he

returned to England,' writes his brother, 'he had become a man.'

This was in May 1840. Richard, now in his nineteenth year, set up a

hunter out of his slender allowance, with an occasional second

horse--a sufficiently unpretending stud, but one which he made the

most of by hard riding and knowledge of the country. In December he

received a captain's commission in the Kildare Militia, of which his

great-uncle, the Earl of Mayo, was colonel. In 1841 he entered

Trinity College, Dublin, but did not reside; and, after the usual

course of study with a tutor, took an uneventful degree. During this

time he lived much with his grand-uncle, the Earl of Mayo, at

Palmerstown, in County Kildare. Hayes and County Meath begin to fade

into the distance. But in 1842 the death of a dearly-loved brother,

from the after-effects of a Roman fever, called forth a burst of home

feeling, and is recorded in a little poem, which retains the pathos

of {27} the moment. Next year, 1843, Richard Southwell Bourke came of

age.

His hostess at Palmerstown, the Countess of Mayo, lived in the bright

world which still sparkles in Praed's _vers de societe_, and,

childless, clever, and kind, did what such a lady can do to make a

young relative's entrance into life pleasant. Her twin-sister had

married a Mr. Smith, a gentleman who, having made his fortune in the

West Indies, resided at Bersted Lodge, Sussex. The Countess of Mayo's

duties at Court, as Lady-in-Waiting to Queen Adelaide, kept the

Palmerstown family much in England; and the twin-sisters, both

childless, carried through life a peculiarly strong and tender

attachment to each other. One year the Earl and Countess, with their

grand-nephew, lived at Bersted Lodge; the next year Mrs. Smith paid a

long visit to Palmerstown; and Richard Bourke thus saw a more varied

society than usually falls to the lot of a young Irish squire.

The next couple of seasons, Mr. Bourke devoted to the art of making

himself agreeable in London society. A fragment of drift-wood, cast

ashore from the old letters of the period, shows in what guise he

flitted before contemporary faces. 'A very young man, with a fine

bearing; one of the best waltzers in town, and a great deal made of.'

By this time his frame had expanded itself to the commanding stature

with the air of robust strength, by which he was known through life.

{28} In 1845 his great-aunt, Lady de Clifford, died, and Mr. Bourke,

not being able to go out much, devoted the summer to a tour in

Russia. Armed with introductions to a Court and society then famous

for its hospitality to Englishmen, he saw what was best worth seeing,

and made the personal acquaintance of many European statesmen and

diplomatists who had hitherto been to him only names. His letters

give one the impression of a keen young intelligence looking for its

first time on unfamiliar objects, and of immense powers of physical

enjoyment. On his return from his tour he published an account of it

in two volumes.[2] They are a very fair specimen of a young man's

travels--modestly written, full of eyesight, and not overlaid with

general reflections. His descriptions of Russian life are quiet and

realistic, and had at the time a novelty which they do not now

possess.

[Footnote 2: _St. Petersburg and Moscow. A Visit to the Court of the

Czar._ By Richard Southwell Bourke, Esq. 2 vols. Henry Colburn,

1846.]

The Russians of that day appeared to him to be essentially in the

imitative stage, both as regards art and letters; and he supports

this position by well-chosen examples of pictorial design and by the

statistics of the book-trade, contrasting the enormous number of

volumes imported with the few original works produced in the country.

He was particularly struck by the absence of a middle class. 'In no

country,' he says, 'except, perhaps, in Ireland, is the transition

from the palace to the cabin more {29} abrupt, or the difference

between the peer and the peasant more wide. This is mainly owing to

the want of a middle class--that cement of the social state ... which

is so indispensable to the wellbeing of a commonwealth. The serf in

his sheepskin may walk into the palace of his lord, or may watch by

his master's gate; but no feeling in his breast tells him that he is

born of the same race or formed for the same purposes. And the great

lord, knowing his superiority of birth, education, and descent, looks

forth on his horde of slaves with all benignity and kind attention.

But it is the affection of a good heart for a noble and faithful

beast, whose involuntary service may sometimes command the solicitude

of the master, but never the least participation in a single right of

fellowship or friendship.'[3]

[Footnote 3: Vol. i, pp. 154-155.]

And here are the results: 'We see perfectly devised plans of

Government placed among a tangled web of complicated and clumsy

political institutions. We see one race of men enjoying all the

benefits and exhibiting all the graces of enlightened education,

while the other and inferior class are sunk in deep ignorance,

rudeness, and slavery. We see the palace towering by the cabin, the

rod of bondage lying beside the sceptre of righteousness. The rivers

flow at one moment among stately fanes and Grecian porticos; at

another, wander through the savage forest and uncultivated morass.

All is incongruous; the {30} social edifice is yet unbuilt, and the

materials for its erection lie in splendid confusion on desert

ground.'[4]

[Footnote 4: Vol. i, pp. 273-274. It should be remembered that these

remarks apply to Russia in 1845.]

Mr. Bourke gives several pages to the protective system with a

pleasing candour, considering the last desperate stand which at that

very time was being made for it at home. After speaking of the

disabilities of the merchants, and the high price alike of the

luxuries and of the necessaries of life in St. Petersburg, he says:

'I fancy the real secret of the unhealthy state of the commercial

interest in Russia is the incompetency of the rulers to legislate

properly on this most important branch of political economy. It is

impossible that men totally unacquainted with the commonest details

of trade can devise measures that would rectify the present system.

As long as the Government is entirely in the hands of men selected

mostly from the highest class of the nobles, a really enlightened

Commercial Minister will be in vain hoped for.'

But Protection and official control, he points out, were not confined

to commerce. They penetrated into every nook and corner of Russian

life--cramping the education, shackling the handicrafts, and

interfering with the amusements, of the people. Here is how

'Protection' of the drama practically acted in Russia half a century

ago: 'I never saw the Government management appear so palpably as

to-night. For the performance did not commence till the Governor had

taken his seat, some time after the hour {31} announced; and then the

second act of the opera was delayed three-quarters of an hour, in

order to permit Prince Frederick to hear as small a portion of

Russian as possible. There is no use in drawing comparisons: I have

avoided measuring things in other countries by our British standard

of excellence, for travellers should leave as many of their patriotic

prejudices as possible at home. But I could not help thinking, that

were we in the Strand, instead of the Great Place of the city of

Moscow, the probabilities are that the interior decorations of the

theatre would, before the three-quarters of an hour had elapsed, have

adorned the streets outside; and that Governor, performers, Prince,

and all, would most likely have taken themselves off, in the shortest

manner, or have had to await the consequences of a regular row. Be

that as it may, no rebellious tongues among the small audience here

dared to express even impatience, and they sat as silently and

quietly doing nothing as if they had been in a conventicle.'[5]

[Footnote 5: Vol. ii, pp. 125-126.]

The pictures of the Russian husbandman might have been sketched in a

Bengal rice-field, with the single change of plough bullocks for the

Muscovite pony. 'I often saw a man sallying forth to his day's work,

carrying his plough in one hand, and leading the little shaggy pony

that was to draw it, with the other. This tool would startle a

Lothian farmer, being little more than a strong forked stick, one

point of which is shod with iron, and scratches the ground as the

pony pulls it along, while the other is held in the {32} man's hand.

The whole turn-out is very like representations I have seen in old

pictures of the progress of domestic arts in the time of the Saxon

Heptarchy. They do not seem to think that straight ploughing at all

adds to the fertility of the soil, for they wander about in every

direction, and score the ground as best suits their fancy. The

animals are fed in the summer in the forest, and in winter are kept

in the large stables attached to every cottage.'[6]

[Footnote 6: Vol. ii, p. 38.]

It may well be imagined that a mind trained on the Hayes standard of

the responsibilities attached to property saw much that was painful

in serf-life. Mr. Bourke admits, however, that the praedial bondsman,

under a good master, lived 'free from want and care'; and compares

the worst sort of the Russian nobles, governing 'by bad and cruel

intendants, and regardless of aught but the money derived from their

distant lands,' to the absentee proprietors of his own country. He

describes the average serf as following some handicraft during the

six winter months; tilling the ground and tending the flocks during

the short summer; on the whole, well fed by his master, or enjoying a

fair share of the produce of his toil, and with few wants beyond his

log-hut, stove, and sheepskin; but 'languid, and rarely practising

the athletic sports in which the peasants of other lands delight.'

'This, then, is the life of the Russian serf. He knows no law save

the will of his master; and "the Father," as he calls the Emperor, is

in his idea the {33} personification of all earthly greatness. When

well treated, the serfs are affectionate and grateful, hospitable to

strangers, and quiet among themselves; but the ban of slavery lies

heavy upon them, and all their actions betoken a mute and almost

sullen submission. Their devotion to their hereditary lords is worthy

of a better cause, and merits in many instances the name of virtue.

When Napoleon offered them freedom, if they would fight against their

country, they indignantly refused it; and scarcely ever in the course

of the war did the cause of patriotism suffer from the treason of a

slave. They cheerfully sacrificed their lives and properties at the

bidding of "the Father." The hand of the serf often fired his whole

property, and leaving the home of his childhood, he has wandered with

his family, houseless and starving, to the forest rather than the

invading Gaul should find food and shelter in the land of the

Emperor.' 'The Russian troops were shot down by thousands; they never

thought of leaving the ground they stood on, or deserting the post

assigned them. But they seldom made a brilliant charge or dashed

impetuously on the foe. It was the heroism more of the martyr than

the soldier; the spirit of slavery enabled them to suffer cheerfully,

but did not prompt them to act as if victory depended on their own

exertions.'[7]

[Footnote 7: Vol. ii, p. 53.]

'This,' he went on to say, 'might have taught the rulers a lesson.' I

have quoted the foregoing passages at some length, because Lord Mayo

proved, by his {34} subsequent work in India, how thoroughly he had

learned that lesson himself. His whole official career, alike in

Ireland and in the East, was one long protest against leaving any

class outside the corporate community of the nation. In India, where

he at length had a free hand, his efforts were from first to last

directed to creating among the princes and peoples a sense of their

solidarity under the British rule, and to developing a capacity among

them for self-government, and for the effective management of their

varying local interests.

One more page regarding a Russian execution by flogging to death, I

must quote. For it concludes with an enunciation of the principle

which, to the honour of the English name, was strictly enforced in

the case of the assassin who, a quarter of a century afterwards, slew

Lord Mayo himself.

'The slave who shot the Prince Gargarin some years ago suffered this

terrible death. He was made a soldier for the purpose, as this is in

a degree a military punishment. He was forced to walk up and down

between the ranks of men, while the heavy whip of leather tore away

the flesh at every stroke. At the hundred and twentieth lash he fell:

his sentence was a thousand lashes. He was asked whether he would

have the rest of it then, or wait for another day. He said he would

have it then, knowing that to defer it would only prolong his agony.

He was then set up, and received a few more blows till he fell again;

they put him up a third time, when he fainted, and was {35} carried

away insensible. He died the next day from the mortification of his

wounds. This man was a criminal guilty of a heinous crime.' 'But it

is on all sides agreed that the punishment of death is and ought to

be considered as an example to the survivors, and not as a means of

vengeance on the criminal. Such a scene as I have related is a

disgrace to a country calling itself Christian, and contrary to all

right principles of government.'[8]

[Footnote 8: Vol. ii, pp. 163-4.]

The writing of this book did much to mature Mr. Bourke's mind, and to

bring it into contact with the serious aspects of life. And the

aspects of life which awaited him on his return to Ireland were

sufficiently serious. The potato disease and the famine years were

upon the country. During those years Mr. Richard Bourke won for

himself an honoured place among the hundreds of high-minded Irish

gentlemen who tried to do their duty. For months he almost lived in

the saddle--attending a public meeting in Kildare County one day, and

another thirty miles off in Meath the next; looking after the

charitable distributions; hunting out cases of starvation; buying

knitting materials, and setting the women to work in their villages;

arranging for the food-supply of outlying groups of huts; managing

the relief lists, and doing what in him lay to calm panic, prevent

waste, and battle with famine. Every now and then he would rush over

to England with the sewed work, knitted shawls, and the little

home-manufactures of the {36} cottagers, and get them sold at good

prices through his fashionable London friends. He had a considerable

gift for acting, and had been a welcome guest on that account, among

others, at many a neighbour's in more prosperous times. He now turned

this talent and his musical gifts to account, getting up charitable

performances, or private theatricals at country houses, and a famous

concert at Naas, to which half the county went or subscribed.

The popular esteem which Mr. Bourke won by his exertions during the

famine was presently to bear fruit. In 1847 the two seats for County

Kildare were contested by the Marquess of Kildare representing the

Whigs, and Mr. O'Neill Daunt with Mr. John O'Connell for the

Repealers. Mr. Richard Bourke came forward as a moderate

Conservative. The return of the Marquess was a foregone conclusion;

and it soon became apparent that the struggle for the second seat lay

between Mr. O'Neill Daunt and Mr. Bourke.

While Mr. Bourke declared himself strongly for the Union, he was also

in favour of legislation which would give 'compensation to improving

tenants.' As regards the religious question, 'he knew that the

Established Church was not the Church of the majority of the people;

but it was the Church of the majority of the property of the country,

and it was supported out of the pockets of the landlords, who were

nine to one in favour of the Establishment.'

The election was conducted with amenities on both {37} sides, which

contrast pleasantly with such contests at the present day. To these

amenities, Mr. Bourke's personal popularity contributed in no small

measure. 'I pledge you my honour,' shouted Mr. Daunt the Repealer, to

certain of his followers who were interrupting the young Conservative

candidate, 'I pledge you my honour I will leave the hustings if this

gentleman is not heard.' 'I again declare,' Mr. Daunt exclaimed in

another crisis of cat-calls, 'I will quit the Court-house if this

gentleman does not get a fair hearing.'

The result of the poll was to return the Marquess of Kildare and Mr.

Bourke to Parliament. So in the middle of his twenty-sixth year Mr.

Richard Southwell Bourke entered the House of Commons for his own

County--a moderate Conservative of the hereditary type, willing to go

steadily with his party in English measures, and resolved, as far as

in him lay, to secure their help in carrying Irish Land Reforms.

From 1847 to 1849 Mr. Bourke sat as a silent member. In 1848 he

married Miss Blanche Wyndham; her father, afterwards Lord Leconfield,

presenting the young couple with a town-house in Eccleston Square.

Ever since his return from Russia, Mr. Bourke had been an active

farmer and horse-breeder on his family lands in Ireland. In 1849 his

father succeeded to the Earldom of Mayo, and Mr. Bourke became Lord

Naas. But the new Earl, not liking the principal house of Palmerstown

so well as his old residence at Hayes, gave up the Kildare mansion,

with its large home-farm of 500 acres, to his son. {38} Lord Naas

went with his usual energy into every detail of Irish agricultural

life. The thorough knowledge which he acquired of farming and the

breeding of improved stocks was destined to serve him in a very

important, although altogether unexpected, manner in India.

In February, 1849, he delivered his maiden speech. 'My dear Mother,'

he wrote in a hasty scribble, in the House of Commons Library, a few

minutes afterwards, 'I have just made my first speech--went very well

for a quarter of an hour, and was on the whole successful for a first

attempt. Disraeli and others told me I did capitally. The subject was

the suspension of the Habeas Corpus Act' (Ireland). Throughout the

next three years he steadily devoted himself, as before, to

committees and the details of Parliamentary work--speaking on an

average only four times a session, and keeping to the subjects which

he knew best. Of these twelve speeches (1849-50-51), ten dealt

exclusively with Irish questions; the two others referred to steam

communication with Australia and India. The whole make but fifty-six

columns of Hansard.

'During this period,' writes one who watched his career, 'he

established for himself in Parliament the position of a sensible

country gentleman, speaking from time to time on Irish affairs, and

not mixing himself up with general politics. Indeed, this may be said

of his whole public life; for, with the exception of one or two

colonial matters, I do not {39} recollect any subject unconnected

with Ireland on which he spoke.'

He had, however, attracted the notice of the chiefs of his party. He

declared his views with much vigour on the necessity of giving

improving tenants in Ireland some security for their outlay. The

subject had been familiar to him from boyhood, and he brought to it a

knowledge of details, obtained in the double capacity of a squire's

son and of a practical farmer, willing to improve his land, but

determined to make it pay.

In 1851 he supported his party by a great array of facts and figures

concerning the Irish milling trade. This question also lay within his

personal experience, both from the farmer's point of view and from

the capitalist's. He knew the actual working of the system; and he

succeeded in keeping the ear of the House through 16-1/2 columns of

Hansard--the longest speech but one in his twenty-one years of

Parliamentary life. An enthusiastic letter of thanks from a meeting

of Irish millers rewarded the effort.

Next year the Conservatives came into power. People remarked at the

time, that Lord Derby, in forming his Ministry, chose a larger

proportion than usual of men untried in office. Lord Naas was one of

them. To his surprise and delight, he received the offer of the Chief

Secretaryship for Ireland--the highest Parliamentary appointment

which an Irish commoner holds in his native country. He was but {40}

thirty years of age, and he went at the outset by the name of the

Boy-Secretary, a title which Sir Robert Peel and the late Earl Derby

had borne before him. He wrote to his brother with diffidence as to

his fitness, but very resolute as to trying to do his best: 'I am a

new hand, but at any rate I am not afraid of the work.'

Having accepted office, Lord Naas went over to Ireland to seek

re-election. But he found things changed in County Kildare since

1847. In that year the popularity which he had won during the famine

just enabled him to turn the scale at the hustings. The ebullition of

public feeling had naturally passed off by 1852, and Lord Naas found

it prudent to content himself with the less difficult constituency of

Coleraine. He sat for Coleraine in the north of Ireland from 1852 to

1857, when he came in for Cockermouth, in Cumberland, backed by the

interest of his wife's family, the Wyndhams. This borough he

continued to represent until he left for India in 1868.

During the short time which the Conservatives continued in power,

after Lord Naas' appointment to the Irish Secretaryship, he brought

forward, besides a Tenant-Right and a Tenants' Compensation Act,

several very important Bills affecting Ireland. He spoke only on

Irish questions; and after the resignation of his party, he steadily

pursued the same system until the Conservatives again came into

power, in 1858. During these six years he was practically the

Parliamentary leader of the Conservative party in {41} Ireland, and

of the Irish Conservatives in the House. His father sat as a

representative peer in the Lords, voting with the Tories, but

scarcely speaking, and taking little interest in politics.

The Crimean war brought deep anxiety to the Bourkes, as to most other

families throughout the British Islands. The second son, Colonel the

Honourable John Bourke, gave up his staff-appointment and joined his

regiment, the 88th Connaught Rangers, on its being ordered to the

seat of war. The Earl and Countess of Mayo were then residing in

Paris, and it fell to Lord Naas to keep his parents informed of each

crisis. His letters, full of that mingling of affectionate pride,

heart-eating anxiety, and sternly subdued longing for the end, which

form the true discipline of war to a nation, recall the family

aspects of the struggle with a most affecting veracity. The 88th did

its duty, and the names of 'Alma,' 'Inkermann,' and 'Sevastopol'

figure in the proud roll on its colours. But the weary waiting for

the lists of killed and wounded is the chief record which its

achievements have left in these letters.

Lord Naas tried to comfort his mother in her painful suspense about

her son by a mixture of religious consolation and the doctrine of

chances. 'Keep up, and hope in God he may be safe. Two thousand men

are about one in seven killed or wounded of those engaged; so even

human chances are in our favour. But it is in the God of battles we

must trust.' Then a few days later, 'My dearest {42} Mother,--The

list of killed and wounded has just arrived. Thank God, our dear

Johnny is safe. It is the greatest mercy our family has ever

received, and I trust we may be thankful for it to the end of our

lives. What an awful list!'

How the ever present anxiety of those winters penetrated the smallest

details of life! 'I went to Ballinasloe last Monday,' he writes, 'and

bought thirty-one heifers. The cost was enormous, 15 pounds 15_s._,

and they never can pay unless prices keep up. But they were as cheap

as any in the fair. I went over to Lord Cloncurry's for the night.

John Burke, of Johnny's regiment, was there. He told me a great deal

about him. He said he did his work well. He says he saw him telling

off his company, after the battle of Inkermann, as coolly as if he

had been on parade.'

Meanwhile Lord Naas was doing good work for his party during their

six years in opposition. He had won the liking and confidence of the

Irish Conservatives in the House; and Lord Derby, when he came into

power in 1858, again offered Lord Naas the Chief Secretaryship for

Ireland. A long list of measures in that and the following year bears

witness to his activity.

One who was officially connected with him in two of his principal

Bills thus writes: 'What struck me in my communications with him on

these matters was this. After the Bills had been settled by those

conversant with the legal part of the subject, he would detect errors

which had escaped us all. He {43} swooped down upon a flaw like a

scholar on a false quantity, and would sometimes break up a whole set

of clauses with his own hand, and re-write them himself, saying,

"There, now; you may put it into legal language, but that is the

sense of the thing I want." Again, when a draftsman would produce

something very symmetrical and beautiful in theory, he would say:

"That's all very fine, but the House of Commons won't look at it." At

this time he began to feel almost a despair of accomplishing any real

work for Ireland, owing to the factions within herself and in

Parliament. I do not think he had more respect for the ultra-Orange

party than he had for the Fenians. He believed they were alike

hurtful to the country, and that the opposition to be expected from

one, or it might chance from both, made it hopeless to attempt

anything sound or moderate.

'This feeling especially oppressed him with regard to his

Tenant-Right Bills and his educational measures. He had at the same

time so warm a regard for many friends of various shades of opinion,

that it hurt him sorely when he felt it his duty to propose a policy

which he knew they would not approve of. He would say to them: "Well,

if you don't like my Bill, you'll have to swallow something much

worse from the Radicals next year." His love for Ireland was

inexhaustible, and alone carried him through the vexations of trying

to work for her. He loved the people, he liked the climate (he hated

an east wind or a frosty day), he liked the sport, and he loved his

{44} friends and neighbours. I recollect his saying to me when a

political opponent, Lord Dunkellin, died: "Dunkellin is a great loss;

he loved Ireland so truly, and understood her so well, that he would

have done real good for us all some day."'

A colleague, who afterwards came into the closest relations with Lord

Naas in his Parliamentary work, writes to me thus: 'Lord Mayo lived

too far ahead of his party for his own comfort. Though he was a

member of a Tory Cabinet, I think that his opinions were shared to

the full by only one member of that Cabinet, Mr. Disraeli. He was not

entirely a Conservative of his own day; neither was he a Liberal,

according to the tenets of the Liberal party of his time. He was a

large-minded politician, who felt the necessity of belonging to one

party or another if he were to effect anything practical. While

revering the Established Church, he admitted the right of every man

to choose his own creed, and denied to no faith a power to save.

While he desired to maintain all rights essential to the security of

landed property, he was anxious to do away with the legal or

technical difficulties that stand between the tillers of the soil and

the full enjoyment of the results of their labour. If he could only

see a real reform in the state of the land and of the cultivator, he

cared not whence or how it came. He believed that any permanent

improvement of the land ought to be for the benefit alike of the

owner and of the tiller of the soil. His idea was, "If you really

improve my land, you shall {45} not lose by so doing, and any rule or

law that says otherwise shall be done away with." He used to argue

that, if you prevent such reforms you injure yourself as landlord,

and you act unjustly to your fellow-men. Liberty of thought, of

faith, and of action he loved more than life itself. The exercise of

either spiritual or temporal power for purposes of intimidation or

wrongful coercion was to him hateful. He had an unresting sympathy

for all in want or in misery. For the lunatic poor, for prisoners,

and for the fallen, his heart was always urging him to work; and for

them he _did_ work, and did good work.'

Another of his colleagues, the Earl of Derby, has touched off his

character as an official: 'I have known other men, though not very

many, who were perhaps his equals in industry, in clearsightedness,

and in the assemblage of qualities which, united, form what we call a

good man of business; and I have known men, though but few, who

possessed perhaps to an equal extent that generosity of disposition,

that unfeigned good-humour and good temper, which were among the most

marked characteristics of our lamented friend: but I do not know if I

ever met any one in whom those two sets of qualities were so equally

and so happily united. No discussion could be so dry, but Lord Mayo

would enliven it with the unforced humour which was one of his

greatest social charms. No question could be so complicated, but that

his simple, straightforward way of looking at it was {46} quite sure

of suggesting something of which you had not thought before.'

'He understood thoroughly,' continues Lord Derby, 'how important an

element of administrative success is the conciliation of those with

whom you have to deal; but the exercise of that power was with him

not a matter of calculation, but the result of nature. He did and

said generous things, not because it was politic, not because it was

to his political interest, but because it was his nature, and he

could not help it. I do not think he had in the world a personal

enemy; and so far as it is possible to speak of that which is passing

in another man's mind, I should say he had never known what it was to

harbour against any person a feeling of resentment. We who acted with

him in Irish matters can bear witness to his firmness when firmness

was necessary, to the soundness of his judgment in difficulties--and

difficulties just then were not unfrequent--and, above all, to that

coolness which was never more marked than in critical moments.'

'As the chief of a great office,' writes one well competent to speak,

'he had the finest qualities. Early in his habits, regular in his

work, and unceasing in industry, he set a great example; and he knew,

somehow or other, the secret of getting out of every one under him

the maximum of work which each might be capable of. He had a faculty

which I have never observed so fully developed in any one else, of

detecting a single blunder in the papers before {47} him. I have seen

him open a large file of documents, and almost immediately hit upon

an inaccuracy, either in the text or in the subject-matter. I once

handed him a long Bill, revised with great care by the Crown lawyers,

and saw him discover in almost an instant of time what proved to be

the only clerical error in it. He was my idea of a great head of a

department, knowing every branch of the work, familiar with almost

everything that had been done by his predecessors, and always ready

to meet and to overcome difficulties.'

This facility of work was no doubt largely due to the fact that Lord

Naas held only one office, and that he held it each time when his

party came into power during twenty years. He made Ireland his

speciality from the first, and the Chief Secretaryship, with its

rules, precedents, and every detail of its duties, sat as familiarly

on him as the clothes he wore.

In 1859 his party went out, and during the next seven years Lord Naas

was again the Parliamentary leader of the Irish Conservatives in

opposition. He had no enemies except among the more extreme parties

of his countrymen on either side. His political opponents frequently

consulted him, and have been ready to acknowledge the practical hints

which they obtained from him. The truth is, as the colleague already

quoted says, that he was more anxious to obtain good measures for

Ireland than careful as to the party whence they might come. Indeed,

his maiden speech in 1849 had been in support of the {48} Ministry to

whom he was politically opposed; and although his official connection

with his own party afterwards placed a fitting reticence on his words

when he disagreed with it, he was ever willing to help any one whom

he thought was doing real work for Ireland.

During these years of opposition, he spoke vigorously upon the Irish

prison system, poor relief, national and mixed education, police,

agricultural statistics, registration Acts, and many other questions

connected with his own country. He was not a brilliant orator, but he

put forward his views with sense and firmness, and always spoke with

a perfect knowledge of the facts. When the Conservatives again came

into power in 1866, Lord Derby for the third time offered him the

Chief Secretaryship, with a seat in the Cabinet, and in that office

he remained until he left for India in 1868. This marks the period of

his greatest political activity. A bare list of the measures which he

introduced into Parliament, or carried out in his executive capacity,

would fill many pages. The subjects were the same as before, and they

dealt with almost every side of the condition and wants of Ireland.

These years are chiefly remembered in England by the Fenian

agitations, which, both before and after that time have, under one

name or another, perplexed Irish Ministers. But in Ireland they are

known as years of well-planned improvement in the practical

administration.

'In 1867,' writes one of his colleagues during this {49} trying

period, 'he had no fewer than thirty-five Bills in preparation. I

often wondered how one man could carry so much in his head about

matters so different in their nature and so difficult in themselves.

Yet I always found him perfectly conversant with each, prepared on

the moment to discuss any change I might suggest, and ready with a

reason why he had not framed his instructions on the plan I might

propose. He never lost his presence of mind. I well remember one

morning in March, 1867, I received a message at an early hour from

Lord Naas, saying that he would like to see me. When I entered his

room at the Irish Office, he was sitting at a table writing a letter,

looking uncommonly well and fresh, and quite composed and quiet. He

handed me a telegram, and went on with his writing. I read that

during the night there had been a rising of Fenians near Dublin. I

confess I was considerably agitated, and did not conceal it. I shall

never forget the demeanour of Lord Naas. He had lost not a moment in

sending a copy of the telegram to Her Majesty, and preparing the case

for the Cabinet. What puzzled him more than anything was the sudden

stoppage of any further news. We telegraphed again and again, but it

was not till late in the afternoon that any clear answers were

received. He issued all the orders with the same quiet and precision

as if dealing with ordinary work. He had at once determined to go

that night to Ireland, and to remain there till order was restored.

{50} 'He had perfect confidence in his arrangements, and he declared

that the insurrection could never assume any serious importance. But

he was uneasy for the safety of persons living in isolated parts, and

about the small bands of villains who would use a political

disturbance as a shelter for local crimes. He said: "I dread more

than anything else that a panic will be fed by newspaper reports, and

that an outcry may get up that Ireland ought to be declared in a

state of siege, and military law proclaimed. To this I will never

yield, although I know my refusal will be misrepresented, and may for

the moment intensify the alarm."'

It is unnecessary in a personal narrative to repeat what followed in

the Fenian camp. 'The insurrection,' continues his colleague, 'if it

may be dignified by that name, was immediately stamped out. Lord Naas

put it down in his own way, yielding neither to threats nor

entreaties; acting wisely and firmly, and allowing himself to be

influenced neither by newspaper panics, nor by patriots in the House

of Commons, nor by rebels outside it. When he returned to London, he

went on with his Government Bills precisely as if nothing had

happened, and no fewer than eighteen of his measures prepared in that

year received the Royal assent.'

In January, 1867, his mother died. His father survived her only six

months, and on 12th August, 1867, Lord Naas succeeded as sixth Earl

of Mayo.

Meanwhile, the Conservative Ministry were in a {51} minority in the

House of Commons. It became clear in 1868 that a general attack might

be expected, and that the Opposition would select Irish ground.

Accordingly, in that session Mr. Maguire, then member for Cork, moved

for a committee of the whole House to consider the state of Ireland.

On this occasion Lord Mayo was made the mouthpiece of the Government.

His speech, although not successful as a Parliamentary utterance at

the moment, forms a most valuable contribution to the political

history of Ireland.

'This speech,' writes one who was then associated with him, 'required

very careful preparation. Lord Mayo proposed to show how,

notwithstanding Fenianism and local disaffection, the general

prosperity of Ireland was steadily increasing. This he unquestionably

proved by facts, statistics, and arguments. The collecting and

arranging of the facts would have tried a man in full health. And

unhappily, Lord Mayo was at that time very far from well. The day

before, he could not leave his house, and the day of his speech he

was only a trifle better. He spent the whole twelve hours in checking

his materials and figures, and, according to his custom while thus

engaged, ate nothing. When he rose to speak, he was both ill and

weak, and at one time could hardly proceed. It may be easily

understood that he failed to give life or pleasantness to the dry

details with which he had to trouble the House. As a matter of fact,

the speech, although sound and complete in {52} itself, proved a long

and heavy one to the listeners. But when read afterwards, it struck

us all as forming, in point of knowledge, truth, care, and logic, a

complete answer to the charges brought by the Opposition.'

Lord Mayo himself felt very unhappy about it for some days. The fact

seems to have been, that it was one of those speeches which, from the

number and complexity of the details involved, are better read than

heard. It is now an accepted authority regarding the state of

Ireland, and a permanent storehouse of facts to which both parties

resort.[9] At the time it led to a rumour that Lord Mayo was leading

on to the policy known as 'levelling up.' 'It was his wish,' writes

one who knew his mind, 'that grants of public money might be made to

institutions without respect to creed, whether Catholic or

Protestant, established for the education, relief, or succour of his

fellow-countrymen; and that no school, hospital, or asylum should

languish because of the religious teaching it afforded, or because of

the religion of those who conducted it. He would even, I think, have

gladly seen such of the revenues of the Irish Church as might not be

absolutely wanted for its maintenance applied to these purposes. So

far, but so far only, he was for levelling up.'

[Footnote 9: See, for example, Earl Russell's _Recollections and

Suggestions_, p. 344.]

The feeling which, ten years before, forced itself on him during his

second tenure of office, as to the difficulty of doing any real good

for Ireland, had {53} deepened since. The interval in opposition, and

his experience as Chief Secretary for the third time, impressed him

more strongly than ever with the necessity of Irish reform, and at

the same time more keenly with the unlikelihood of his being

permitted to effect it. So far as I am competent to hazard an

opinion, it seems to me that his views went too far for his own

friends, and not far enough to take the matter out of the hands of

the other great party, to whom the task of more radical legislation

for Ireland soon afterwards fell.

The sense of the English nation, moreover, appears to have been that

the work would be best done by those whose general policy identified

them with liberal measures. Lord Mayo believed intensely in the need

of such measures for Ireland; but he did not belong to the reforming

party in England, nor was it possible for him to frame a plan which

would satisfy that party and at the same time retain the support of

his own. It only remained for him to go on with his work faithfully,

with however heavy a heart. Estimated by the number of Acts which he

prepared and passed through Parliament, or by the executive

improvements made in the Irish Administration, these three years

(1866-68) were the most useful ones in his English career. But,

judged by what he had hoped to effect, and what he now felt it

impossible to accomplish, they were years of frustration and painful

self-questioning. Shortly afterwards, with the bitterness of this

period fresh in his memory, he {54} wrote to a brother who had just

entered Parliament for an English constituency: 'I advise you to

leave Ireland alone. There is no credit to be got by interfering with

her politics, and your position does not make it your duty to do so.'

But the way in which he bore up amid these difficulties, and the

actual work which he managed to do in spite of them, had won the

admiration of administrators unconnected with the party government of

England. In the first half of 1868, one of the leading members of the

India Council, a man of tried experience both in India and in the

direction of her affairs at home, spoke to a brother of Lord Mayo as

to the likelihood of his succeeding Lord Lawrence as Viceroy. He said

that the feeling in the Indian Council pointed to him as the fittest

man. On this being repeated to Lord Mayo, he replied: 'Not a bit.

So-and-so is as fit as I am, and has a better claim.' But, later in

the session, he one day said to his brother: 'Well, Disraeli has

spoken to me about India! He mentioned that Her Majesty had asked him

whom he thought of nominating for the office of Viceroy, should we

still be in office when it became vacant; that he had brought forward

my name among others, and that Her Majesty had expressed herself very

graciously about the way I had conducted Irish affairs.' About the

same time the Prime Minister mentioned to Lord Mayo that the

Governor-Generalship of Canada would also be vacant, and gave him to

understand that he might have that at once, {55} while it was by no

means certain that the Ministry would be in power next January, when

the Viceroyalty of India actually demitted.

So the matter remained for some weeks. Lord Mayo struggled between

his love for his children, whom he could take with him to Canada, and

the more splendid sphere of activity offered in India, where he would

be separated from them. At length he decided on the wider and more

independent career, and made up his mind to refuse Canada on the

chance of India being offered to him when the time arrived. A few

months afterwards the offer was made, and Lord Mayo's Parliamentary

life came to an end.

Mr. Disraeli, in addressing the Buckinghamshire electors in the same

November, thus spoke of the recent labours of that life, and of the

reasons which had induced Her Majesty to reward them: 'With regard to

Ireland, I say that a state of affairs so dangerous was never

encountered with more firmness, but at the same time with greater

magnanimity; that never were foreign efforts so completely

controlled, and baffled, and defeated, as was this Fenian conspiracy,

by the Government of Ireland, by the Lord-Lieutenant, and by the Earl

of Mayo. Upon that nobleman, for his sagacity, for his judgment, fine

temper, and knowledge of men, Her Majesty has been pleased to confer

the office of Viceroy of India. And as Viceroy of India, I believe he

will earn a reputation that his country will honour; and that he has

before him a career which will equal that {56} of the most eminent

Governor-General who has preceded him.'

During his twenty-one years of Parliamentary life (1847-68), Lord

Mayo spoke upwards of 140 times, filled the office of Chief Secretary

for Ireland thrice, prepared and introduced 36 Bills, and carried 33

Acts to completion through the House. His 133 principal speeches fill

524 columns of Hansard, and deal with every subject connected with

the administration of his native country.

It was, however, in the executive details of that administration,

rather than in his Parliamentary appearances, that the value of Lord

Mayo to his party lay. In his legislative measures the apprehension

constantly harassed him that he was going farther than many of his

friends would approve of, and yet not far enough to disarm their

political opponents. This divergence from formerly warm allies

grieved him deeply, and drew from him several letters, in which

self-reliance is curiously mingled with regret and pain. In one such

letter to Lord C----, in 1868, he defends his catholicity of spirit

towards the conflicting creeds of his native country. The paper is

too lengthy to be reproduced in full, but it reads like an

amplification of Matthew Arnold's maxim, that the State should be of

the religion of all its subjects, and of the bigotry of none of them.

To the outward world, Lord Mayo's career had seemed a fortunate one.

Elected for his own county on his first start in public life;

appointed Chief {57} Secretary for Ireland while still a very young

man; re-appointed to that post on each of the two occasions on which

his party had subsequently held power; a favourite in Parliament and

among his country neighbours; a Cabinet Minister, with considerable

patronage passing through his hands; he had succeeded to his family

estates while still in the prime of life, and become the head of an

ancient and a noble house. With a well-knit frame, and unwearied

power alike of physical and mental enjoyment, he now possessed a

fortune adequate to his place in the world, but not involving the

responsibilities incident to the administration of one of the great

incomes of the English peerage.

Yet the divergence steadily widening between Lord Mayo and the party

with whom he had set out in life, made him at this period a very

unhappy man. 'I remember,' writes a friend, 'one summer evening we

sat till late together, and for the first time he let me see his

inner self. I felt much for him, for I knew how well and hard he had

worked for Ireland, and how poor had been the acknowledgment. Then,

too, I saw how greatly he longed for some sphere of usefulness in

which he could show the world what he was made of, and test the

strength which he felt in him, but never had had the chance of

putting forth as he wished.' In such moods Lord Mayo turned towards

his family as a refuge from the frustrations which beset his public

life. He had always tried to make himself the friend of his children;

and in 1868 his letters breathe a peculiar tender playfulness which,

{58} considering his own state of mind at the time, is not without

pathos.

Wherever he might be, and whatever the pressure of his anxieties or

his work, he always found time for his boys. Some of his notes are

scribbled from the House of Commons, others from his office; many

from country houses where he had run down for a day's hunting or

shooting. Throughout they bear the impress of a kindly, genial man,

who had the sense to see the policy of making his children his

companions and allies.

One of his sons is always 'My dear old Buttons,' another 'My dear old

President,' or 'My darling old Boy,' and so forth. From one who

appears to be starting on a rowing-excursion on the Thames, he wishes

to know, 'What day do you go on your great voyage?' and so, 'Good-bye

to my Powder Monkey, and tell me what day you leave Eton.' To another

he is 'very sorry to hear that you are in the Lower School, as it

will keep you back sadly hereafter; but the only thing now is to work

very hard, and get a remove every half, or even a double remove.' 'I

send you my Address,' he writes from the Conservative borough of

Cockermouth; 'stick it up in your room, and lick any Radical boy that

laughs at it.' 'I am glad you like your school, though I am somewhat

afraid, by your liking it so much, that you are neither worked very

hard in your head nor birched on the other end.' To another, 'I send

you thirty shillings for your subscription. The Eton beagles will

have to {59} go precious slow if your old toes can carry you up to

them.'

He could give advice when needful. 'My dear old Boy,' he writes to

one of his sons, who he heard was making some not quite desirable

acquaintances, and who had replied in a spirited letter that he could

not desert his friends, 'I liked your letter very much, because you

spoke out your mind, and told me what you thought. I do not want you

to give up your friends, or to do anything mean; but I did hear that

you were intimate with one or two fellows who were not thought much

of in the school, and not your own sort at all. This annoyed me; for

I should hate to think any boy of mine was not able to hold his own

with his equals. I think that you had better extend your

acquaintance, and, without giving up any of your old friends, mix

more generally with the boys, and let them see you are as good as any

of them. It is a bad thing to be always chumming up with one or two

chaps, as it leads to jealousy and observation, and prevents you from

studying the characters of many whom you will have in after life to

associate with or to struggle with. Those are my sentiments. I know

you will try and follow them.'

Lord Mayo found another resource against the vexations of a public

career in his love of country life and field sports. In England he

was an ordinary politician, not distinguished by commanding wealth or

by any great hereditary influence, and deficient rather than

otherwise in oratorical graces, who made {60} his mark by strong

common sense, and the power of mastering details and of doing hard

work. In Ireland he was known as an indefatigable sportsman and a

most joyous country neighbour, whose time and purse were always at

the service of his friends. His famine-work had made a name for him

in County Kildare, and his genuine kindliness of heart, with a happy

Irish way of adapting himself to his company, steadily increased his

popularity as he went on in life. No sketch of Lord Mayo would be

complete which overlooked this side of his character. It was the

aspect in which he was best known to a large proportion of his

friends; and his country tastes helped in no unimportant way to keep

his temper sweet and his nature wholesome, at a time when he began to

feel somewhat keenly the difference between what he had hoped to do

for Ireland, and what he would be permitted to accomplish.

Lord Mayo was a sportsman in more than the ordinary sense. To a keen

physical relish for many forms of manly exercise, he added a less

common industry in the branches of knowledge collateral with them. He

was not content with enjoying hunting; he studied it. At Palmerstown

he set on foot and personally managed an association for improving

the breed of horses and cattle. His work as M. F. H. will be

presently noticed. He familiarised himself with the country which he

hunted, as a general would study a district which he had to hold or

to invade; and, indeed, he used to say laughingly, that he thought

{61} he might do very well some day as Commander of the Forces in

County Kildare.

When Lord Naas accepted the Mastership of the Kildare Foxhounds in

1857, he found that a succession of hard winters had left the hunting

country destitute of good coverts, the severe frosts having killed

the gorse. Just before he became Master, the huntsman, after a blank

day in the centre of the county, had declared that he could not tell

where they should find a fox the next season; and gentlemen who knew

Kildare felt that it would not afford two days' hunting a week for

many years to come.

Lord Naas set himself to bring about an equilibrium in the finances,

and to do this he felt he must give value to the subscribers for

their money. He rejected a friendly proposal to hunt only twice a

week for the first season, declaring that Kildare should never sink

into a two-day-a-week county in his time, and he laboured to make up

for the poverty of the coverts by good management and hard work. One

day, during his first season, a firm supporter said to him: 'Well,

you have now drawn two turnip-fields, three hedgerows, and one

highroad. Have you a covert for the evening?' He said he had, and

gave a fine run. His industry and popularity soon began to tell on

the funds. By the end of his first season the subscriptions had risen

from 900 pounds to 1450 pounds, and the field-money from 250 pounds

to 358 pounds, thus quenching a deficit of 500 pounds, and leaving a

surplus of 150 pounds instead.

More than twenty new coverts were formed during {62} his five years,

and at least thirty others rehabilitated. 'In fact,' writes a Kildare

gentleman, 'the whole country was re-made during Lord Naas'

Mastership, through his personal exertions, and by means of the great

enthusiasm which he created among his supporters.' Before he gave up

the hounds, in 1862, he had placed the hunt on such a basis as to

warrant the expenditure being fixed at 1900 pounds a year, and to

enable his successor to hunt seven days a fortnight from the first.

'As Master of the Kildare hounds,' writes one of his brother

sportsmen, 'Naas had a good deal against him in his public capacity

as a politician, with the farmers and others; but his innate goodness

of heart, his thorough love of Ireland and Irishmen, and his wondrous

enthusiasm for sport, soon made him loved by all who knew him. There

are many farmers who have not hunted since his time, and he made many

a man hunt who never thought of it before. He was never once in a

field without knowing it ever afterwards, and how to get out of it.

He remembered every fence in the country; and one day, having lost

his watch in a run, he next day walked over the ground, part of which

he had crossed alone, and found it. He reckoned that the greatest

compliment paid to him while Master was by the farmers of the

Maynooth country. One of them gave the land, and they all turned out

with men and horses, and made a stick covert for him in a single day.

Nothing ever gratified him more. But, indeed, there were men in {63}

Kildare among all classes who were devoted to him, and with whom he

had marvellous influence--men of different religion and of different

politics from himself.

'Lord Naas drew very late, and was always delighted, when it was very

late, if somebody asked him to draw again. He often went to the meet

when the country was deep with snow and hard frost; but if it was

thawing he always hunted, even with no one out. He never had a very

bad fall; and when he had an ordinary one, he never cared. Those who

saw him at Downshire jump into a trap filled with water will not

easily forget his joyous whoop when we ran to ground, and his fine

manly figure and happy face as he scraped the mud off his coat.

'To sum up: Lord Naas took the country in 1857 with poor funds, no

coverts, and few foxes. In five years he gave it up with all the

coverts restored, full of foxes, and with a balance of money in

hand--the subscriptions having increased by 500 pounds a year. The

gentlemen of the county are solely indebted to him for the present

satisfactory state of the county as a great hunting country. He

advocated the admission of members who would not have been admitted

under the old rules, and did much thereby to popularise the Hunt.'

The same friend remarks in a private letter:[10] 'We are indebted to

Lord Naas for Kildare as it is--for its good sport and

good-fellowship.' Perhaps a too enthusiastic estimate of the services

of any single man; but Lord Mayo {64} carried so intense a vitality

alike into his work and his play, that he was apt to infect with

enthusiasm all who came near him.

[Footnote 10: Written in 1874.]

To return to his public career. As the session of 1868 gradually

disintegrated his party, Lord Mayo's difficulties increased. It may

well be imagined, therefore, how he began to look forward to the

independence held out by the Indian viceroyalty. 'He had but a single

regret,' writes a colleague; 'he feared that his appointment would

mortify a friend who (he thought) wanted it. I was struck by the

manly self-reliance, and at the same time the becoming modesty, of

his bearing. How strong he felt himself, and yet how fully he

realised the responsibilities and difficulties before him! But the

one great feeling which seemed to animate him was joy at being at

last free--to do, to think, and to act as he himself found to be

wisest. He seemed to me to be like a man who, having been for some

time denied the light of the sun, was suddenly brought into the open

day. The only expression which could give utterance to all that was

passing within him were the two words, "At last."'

The tottering state of the Ministry throughout the session of 1868

strongly directed public criticism to their having appointed one of

themselves to a great office which would not fall in till January

1869. The reason of its being intimated early in the autumn was that

Lord Mayo desired to visit the chief political centres in India

before assuming office, with a view {65} to studying on the spot

certain large questions then pending. How thoroughly he accomplished

his purpose was realised by every one who, during the early months of

his Viceroyalty, had to discuss those topics--ranging from the Suez

Canal to the state of local feeling on important matters in Bombay

and Madras. The moment the appointment was made, and while still in

England, he threw himself into his new destiny. He denied his heart

its last wish to spend the remaining weeks in Ireland; attended the

India Office at all hours; held daily consultations with the leading

Indian authorities; toiled till late in the night on the documents

with which they supplied him; and employed those about him in

collecting books and papers bearing upon India.

To the public, however, it seemed doubtful whether the Conservatives

would be in power when the Indian Viceroyalty actually demitted; and,

as a matter of fact, they had resigned before that event took place.

Nor had Lord Mayo's Parliamentary appearances been sufficiently

commanding in the eyes of the English Press to secure him from

personal criticism. With the exception of a very few speeches on

India, China, and Australia, he had confined himself entirely to

Irish business. He had displayed no great amount either of interest

or of knowledge in the current subjects of English politics. His one

speciality was Ireland, and it was a specialty which at that time

neither attracted the sympathy nor won the applause of the English

public. Indeed, except on rare occasions, {66} an Irish debate was

then an affair of empty benches--pretty much as an Indian debate,

except at moments of special excitement, is at present. The statesman

who had filled the chief Parliamentary office for Ireland on each

occasion that his party came into power during twenty years, was less

known to the English public than many a young speaker sitting for his

first time on the Treasury benches.

A tempest of clamour accordingly arose in the Press, and spent its

fury with equal force on Lord Mayo's colleagues and on himself. Some

of the criticisms of those days read, by the light of later

experience, as truly astonishing products of English party spirit. It

is only fair to add, that the very papers which were most bitter

against his appointment afterwards came forward most heartily in his

praise. In that outburst of the English sense of justice which

followed his death, our national journal of humour stood first in its

generous acknowledgment of his real desert, as it had led the

dropping fire of raillery three years before:--

'We took his gauge, as did the common fool,

By Report's shallow valuing appraised,

When from the Irish Secretary's stool

To the great Indian throne we saw him raised.

'They gauged him better, those who knew him best;

They read, beneath that bright and blithesome cheer,

The Statesman's wide and watchful eye, the breast

Unwarped by favour and unwrung by fear.

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'The wit to choose, the will to do, the right;

All the more potent for the cheerful mood

That made the irksome yoke of duty light,

Helping to smooth the rough, refine the rude.

'Nor for this cheeriness less strenuous shown,

All ear, all eye, he swayed his mighty realm;

Till through its length and breadth a presence known,

Felt as a living hand upon the helm.

'All men spoke well of him, as most men thought,

Here as in India, and his friends were proud;

It seemed as if no enmity he wrought,

But moved love-girt, at home or in the crowd.

'If true regret and true respect have balm

For hearts that more than public loss must mourn,

They join to crown this forehead, cold and calm,

With laurel well won as was ever worn;

'Only the greener that 'twas late to grow,

And that by sudden blight its leaves are shed;

Then with thy honoured freight, sail sad and slow,

O ship, that bears him to his kindred dead.'[11]

[Footnote 11: _Punch_, February 24, 1872.]

Lord Mayo felt the hostility of the Liberal journals the more keenly,

as in Irish matters (his real business in life) he had been half a

Liberal himself. But as usual his vexation was less for himself than

for the Ministry which stood publicly responsible for the

appointment. 'I am sorely hurt,' he wrote to Sir Stafford Northcote,

'at the way in which the Press are abusing my appointment. I care

little for myself, but I am not without apprehension that these

attacks {68} may damage the Government, and injure my influence if

ever I arrive in India. I am made uneasy, but not daunted.' Again: 'I

did not accept this great office without long and anxious

consideration. I leave with a good confidence, and hope that I may

realise the expectations of my friends. I was prepared for hostile

criticism, but I thought that my long public service might have saved

me from the personal abuse which has been showered upon me. I bear no

resentment, and only pray that I may be enabled ere long to show my

abusers that they were wrong.'

Rancour or revenge never for a moment found lodgment in that

well-poised mind. In October, 1868, while quivering under partisan

attacks, he dictated the following words in his Will:--'I desire that

nothing may be published at my death which is calculated to wound or

to annoy any living being--even those who have endeavoured by slander

and malignity to injure and insult me.' 'Splendid as is the post,' he

said to his constituents at Cockermouth, 'and difficult as will be my

duties, I go forth in full confidence and hope that God will give me

such strength and wisdom as will enable me to direct the Government

of India in the interests, and for the well-being, of the millions

committed to our care. In the performance of the great task I ask for

no favour. Let me be judged according to my acts. And I know that

efforts honestly made for the maintenance of our national honour, for

the spread of civilisation, and {69} the preservation of peace, will

always command the sympathy and support of my countrymen.'

During this trying time Lord Mayo derived much comfort from the

stedfast friendliness of Mr. Disraeli. Afterwards, when looking back

from the calm level of accomplished success which he reached in

India, his memory retained no sense of bitterness towards his

opponents, but simply a feeling of gratitude for the unwavering

courage and constancy of his leader. Mr. Disraeli had chosen his man,

and he supported him in the face of an unfounded but a very

inconvenient out-cry.

Lord Mayo, whether as Irish Secretary or as Indian Viceroy, was

himself the very type and embodiment of this loyalty to subordinates.

He conscientiously judged his men by their actual work, silently

putting aside the praise or dispraise of persons not competent to

speak, and penetrating his officers with a belief that, so long as

they merited his support, no outside influences or complications

would ever lead to its being withdrawn. On a somewhat crucial

occasion he quietly said: 'I once asked Mr. Disraeli whether

newspaper abuse was injurious to a public man. He answered: "It may

retard the advancement of a young man, starting in life and untried.

But it is harmless after a man has become known; and if unjust, it is

in the long-run beneficial."'

In October he ran over to Ireland, and wandered in pathetic silence

among the scenes of his boyhood. The day before he left these scenes

for ever, he chose {70} a shady spot in a quiet little churchyard on

his Kildare estates, and begged that, if he never returned, he might

be brought home and laid there. '13th October,' says the brief entry

in his Journal--'Left Palmerstown amid tears and wailing, much

leave-taking and great sorrow.'

On Wednesday, the 11th November, 1868, Lord Mayo looked for his last

time on the Dover cliffs, and reached Paris the same night. The

delicious repose of the voyage to India lay before him; his time was

still his own, and he resolved to see everything on the way that

could shed light on his new duties. Among other matters, the

neglected state of the Indian Records had been pressed upon him at

the India Office, and in a then recently published work. With the

richest and most lifelike materials for making known the facts of

their rule, the English in India still lie at the mercy of every

European defamer. Their history--that great story of tenderness to

pre-existing rights, and of an ever-growing sense of responsibility

to the people--is told as a mere romance of military prowess and

government by the sword. When Chief Secretary for Ireland, Lord Mayo

had introduced and passed the Act on which the whole Irish Record

Department subsists. To that end he had personally studied the method

adopted in England, and deputed his friend, Sir Bernard Burke, to

report on the French system.

His attention being now directed to the neglected state of the Indian

Records, and the necessity for some plan for conserving them and

rendering them {71} available for historical research, he resolved to

examine this Department in Paris with his own eyes. 'Went to the

Archives,' says his diary of the 14th November, 'and was received by

the Director, who showed us all through the rooms. They are in

magnificent order, and are situated in the old Hotel Soubise, with a

museum of curious letters and documents for the amusement of the

public, divided into the different epochs of the Ancient Kings, the

Middle Ages, the Republic, the Empire, and the Monarchy after the

peace. The republican documents are kept in _cartons_ which now

number upwards of sixty thousand. The arrangement is simple, and

access easy. There is a reading-room for the public down-stairs, but

small, and the facilities given do not appear to be very great. It is

within the power of the Director to refuse access to any document, if

he sees fit. There is an enormous safe for the most valuable

documents, such as Napoleon's Will, and the last letters of Louis XVI

and Marie Antoinette; also a secret drawer containing letters of some

of the kings of France, which are not allowed to be seen by any one.

There does not seem to be any calendaring going on for the purposes

of publication, beyond facsimiles of curious documents.'

The feeling of rest, which is the unspeakable charm of the Indian

voyage to a busy man, soon descended on Lord Mayo. He found every

hotel good, and his whole route beautiful, as the fragmentary entries

in his diary attest. On his railway journey through {72} France he

stopped at St. Michel to see an eminent engineer who had Indian

experience of a valuable kind. With the help of a special train, he

carefully examined the works for the Mont Cenis tunnel then in

progress. Her Majesty's ship _Psyche_ conveyed the Viceroy-elect and

his suite from Brindisi to Alexandria, with a pleasant break in the

harbour of Argostali in Cephalonia, which he describes in his diary

as 'very pretty, land-locked on all sides, and large enough to hold

the whole English fleet.'

In Egypt he received every attention which the Pasha could bestow

upon an honoured guest. His diary amusingly relates how he very

nearly tumbled off the loosely-girthed saddle of the 'fiery little

Arab belonging to the Minister of War,' on which he rode to the

Pyramids. Another of the party 'was not so fortunate, for as soon as

he got on, his horse turned round sharp and he rolled off on the

road, but was not hurt.' But sight-seeing occupied only a small part

of Lord Mayo's stay in Europe. His diary is full of observations,

derived from the most competent engineer officers and civil

administrators, as to the condition of Egypt and the great public

works then in progress. He inspected the unfinished Suez Canal with

great patience, and many pages of his diary are devoted to recording

his impressions, with criticisms on what he saw and heard. The Indian

Government steamer _Feroze_ lay waiting for him at Suez.

Presently he becomes too lazy to keep up his diary, and he dismisses

the seven days from Suez to Aden in {73} as many lines. At Aden he

woke up again, and tried to master the facts regarding this first

out-post of the Indian Empire. Many pages are devoted to summarising

the results of his inspection of that Station, as a military fortress

and as a great coaling depot for England's commerce in the East.

He thus ends his long and exhaustive review of the situation. It must

be remembered that his words were written twenty-two years ago

(1868), and that many of his suggestions became, under his influence,

accomplished facts.

'The conclusions I have come to regarding Aden are,'--[_N.B._--many

searching and adverse criticisms on individual works are here

omitted.]

'(1) That the military defences may be considered as non-existent

against an attack from armour-plated ships, or even ordinary vessels

carrying heavy guns.

'(2) That, except as against native tribes and land forces unsupplied

with siege artillery, it is not a fortress at all.

'(3) That the cheapest and most effective mode of defence would

probably be by iron-plated monitors carrying heavy guns, with some

heavy guns placed in sand batteries or on Moncrieff gun-carriages.

'(4) That, as a very large development of trade and consequent

increase of the population are certain to occur, the question of the

water-supply must be immediately faced.

'(5) That the position of Little Aden ought to be acquired with the

least possible delay.

{74} '(6) That a railway, the materials for which are almost on the

spot, should be made from the Cantonment and Isthmus position to

Steamer Point. This would render the defence of Aden possible by a

comparatively small number of troops.

'(7) That, as the Suez Canal promises to be completed so soon, and as

it is impossible to estimate the effect it will have in bringing

large numbers of armed European steamers to these waters, there is no

time for delay; and if Aden is to be maintained at all, an adequate

defence and a sufficient supply of water ought to be provided at

once. It might, however, be sufficient for the present to consider

only the defences of Steamer Point, the coal-stores, and the entrance

to the harbour; and it would be easy to cut off that portion of the

position from the remainder. There would then be no inducement to a

hostile power to attack the Cantonment and the Isthmus position,

which without the coal-depots have no commercial or political

importance.'

I would again remind the reader that these words were written

twenty-two years ago. Much has been done since then in the directions

indicated.

The next ten days were passed upon the Indian Ocean, from Aden to

Bombay, and have left no memorials behind. Lord Mayo spent the time

in reading books about India, and discussing Indian questions with

Lord Napier of Magdala, who accompanied him on the voyage.

'Off Bombay, Saturday 19th December, 1868,' says {75} his diary. 'At

twelve o'clock we sighted land, and after wavering about a good deal,

made the red revolving light and took a pilot on board. Heard for the

first time about the change of Ministry, which was a matter of great

astonishment, as it never occurred to me that Disraeli would have

found it impossible to meet Parliament.'

It is scarcely needful to say that Mr. Gladstone and the Liberal

Ministry declined to take advantage of the party clamour against Lord

Mayo's appointment, and duly gave effect to their predecessor's

nomination.

On the 20th December, 1868, Lord Mayo landed in state at Bombay as

the guest of the Governor. During the next ten days he inspected

everything which was of public interest in Bombay, from the House of

Correction, the Central Jail at Jiranda, the dock-yards,

cotton-presses, barracks, and the Vehar Water-works, to a small

regimental school in the Native Infantry lines, the Municipal Market,

and the sewage out-flow. He also gave interviews to people of every

class, from the High Priest of the Parsis ('a fine old man,' as his

diary records, 'who was presented with a large gold medal by Her

Majesty for his loyalty during the disturbances') to the Inspector of

Cotton Frauds. His remarks upon the defences of Bombay, the octroi

duty, and the great expense of the military buildings, form the

starting-point of subsequent important action in these matters during

his Viceroyalty. On his visit to the rock-temples of Elephanta, while

mentioning the disgust of one of his companions 'on finding the {76}

cave occupied by some drunken British soldiers, and an American

party, one of whom was playing on a banjo,' he also records: 'This

day enabled me to form an estimate of the works, military and naval,

in the harbour of Bombay.'

On the 30th December, Lord Mayo and his suite left Bombay and sailed

down the coast to inspect the harbours of Karwar and Beypur. From

Beypur he crossed India by railway to Madras, where in addition to

his inspection of public institutions, he had a morning's hunting,

another morning at the races, and the ceaseless evening festivities

of Government House. He was constantly at work, from very early

morning till late at night. His diary of the 3rd January ends the day

thus:--'Had a long talk after dinner on public works and irrigation

with the heads of those departments. They brought their plans and

maps, showing how completely dotted over with tanks the greater part

of the Madras Presidency is.' But, indeed, every page has such

notices as the following:--'Had a conversation with Colonel Wilson on

the proceedings and movements of the Karnatic Family.' 'Had a long

talk with Mr. Arbuthnot on the decentralisation of finance, the

officering of the police, and the position of the Native army.'

On the 6th January, he again embarked on the _Feroze_, this time for

Calcutta, after a brilliant but exhausting visit. On his voyage his

diary records on the 8th January:--'Paid the penalty of my imprudence

and over-exertion at Madras, being attacked {77} sharply by fever

this morning.' The sea-breezes were, however, a potent medicine.

There was no look of feebleness about Lord Mayo, when on the 12th

January, 1869, he landed at Calcutta, under the salute from the Fort,

and with 'God Save the Queen' playing, as he drove through the lines

of troops, and amid the vast multitude which formed a living lane

along the whole way from the river-bank to Government House.

The reception of a new Viceroy on the spacious flight of steps at

Government House, and the handing over charge of the Indian Empire

which immediately follows, forms an imposing spectacle. On this

occasion it had a pathos of its own. At the top of the stairs was the

wearied veteran Viceroy, Sir John Lawrence, wearing his splendid

harness for the last day; his face blanched and his tall figure

shrunken by forty years of Indian service; but his head erect, and

his eye still bright with the fire which had burst forth so

gloriously in India's supreme hour of need. Around him stood the

tried counsellors with whom he had gone through life, a silent calm

semicircle in suits of blue and gold, lit up by a few scarlet

uniforms. At the bottom, the new Governor-General jumped lightly out

of the carriage, amid the saluting of troops and glitter of arms; his

large athletic form in the easiest of summer costumes, with a little

coloured neck-tie, and a face red with health and sunshine.

As Lord Mayo came up the tall flight of stairs with {78} a springy

step, Sir John Lawrence, with a visible feebleness, made the

customary three paces forward to the edge of the landing-place to

receive him. I was among the group of officers who followed them into

the Council Chamber; and as we went, a friend compared the scene to

an even more memorable one on these same stairs. The toilworn

statesman, who had done more than any other single Englishman to save

India in 1857, was now handing it over to an untried successor; and

thirteen years before, Lord Dalhousie, the stern ruler who did more

than any other Englishman to build up that Empire, had come to the

same act of demission on the same spot, with a face still more deeply

ploughed by disease and care, a mind and body more weary, and bearing

within him the death which he was about to pay as the price of great

services to his country.

In the Chamber, Sir John Lawrence and his Council took their usual

seats at the table, the chief secretaries stood round, a crowd of

officers filled the room, and the pictured faces of the Englishmen

who had won and kept India in times past looked down from the walls.

The clerk read out the oaths in a clear voice, and Lord Mayo

assented. At the same moment the Viceroy's band burst forth with 'God

Save the Queen' in the garden below, a great shout came in from the

people outside, the fort thundered out its royal salute, and the 196

millions of British India had passed under a new ruler.

In the evening, at a State dinner given by Sir {79} John Lawrence,

Lord Mayo appeared in his viceregal uniform, the picture of radiant

health. His winning courtesy charmed and disarmed more than one

official who had come with the idea, derived from the attacks in the

English partisan newspapers, that he would be unfavourably impressed

by the new Governor-General. As Lord Mayo moved about in his genial

strength, people said that at any rate Mr. Disraeli had sent out a

man who would stand hard work.

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