CHAPTER XVIII.

I NEVER could agree in opinion with the philanthropic, and

well-intentioned, and honest, Major Cartwright,[33] in his unqualified

scheme of universal suffrage; because I conceive that the ignorant and

the wicked ought to be debarred from voting for anything; they should

neither be honoured with privileges nor employed in any office of public

trust; a virtual representation is all-sufficient for them. Could

matters be so managed that none but sensible, honest men should be

allowed to vote, either for members of Parliament, or for any other

public functionary, the country would, in a short time, put on a very

improved appearance. It is quite natural to suppose that, were elections

entrusted to this description of men, they would elect none but those of

similar character to their own. But, should it be found impracticable

thus to order public affairs, then the next best plan,—and which might

easily be accomplished,—would be to confer the additional elective

franchise upon householders of probity and honour,—that is, upon those

who, in their own spheres, by industry and intelligence, maintain

themselves respectably; for it must be admitted that the poor are

frequently as wise as the rich, and as remarkable for integrity.

Footnote 33:

Major Cartwright, died 23rd Sep., 1824, aged 84,—an honour to his

country and to human nature—an upright and inflexible patriot.

If an overwhelming mass of selfism did not paralyze every improvement,

how easily and how soon all this might be done. By making elections

simple, candidates would be spared the expense of a canvass, and

drunkenness and the base, wicked effects consequent thereon might be

avoided. This business through the whole kingdom might be done in a few

days, by summoning the electors (as soon as the candidates were

nominated) to attend at the several polling places, to vote by ballot or

otherwise as might be determined. The public should only be addressed

through the medium of the newspapers. What a real honour would it be to

be thus elected! What a saving of expense! What can any gentleman, after

spending thousands in the present mode, say for himself? Does he expect

to be repaid, somehow or other, by the nation? or, has he lavished away

such sums for the “honour of the thing,” and thus robbed his own family

by wasteful expenditure?

While sentiments of patriotism were entertained in our country,—clouded,

indeed, by fears of an opposite tendency, as noticed before,—the

attention of all was drawn aside to view the confederacy of despots

directed to shackle the understandings of mankind, and to keep them in

slavery and degradation. Would any man in his senses, in the present

enlightened state of the civilized world, have thought this possible?

And yet, as a finish, they have called it the “Holy Alliance.” My most

fervent prayer is, that no king of the British Isles will ever keep such

company; but that our sovereigns will ever stand firm, uncontaminated by

the infectious effluvia of arbitrary power, upon this proud ground—this

soil fitly tilled, but only wanting some weeding to render it perfectly

ready to produce a rich crop of liberty.

Most men were beginning to hope that emperors and kings had discovered

that, if the people were not enlightened, it was high time for them to

use their kingly influence to make them so; and that it is far safer and

better, as well as more honourable, to preside over an intelligent

people, than to govern men brought down to the level of unreasoning

brutes. The wretchedly bigoted, and consequently oppressed, people of

Spain will, no doubt, see things in their true light at some future day,

and free their fine country from misrule. The times in which Galileo

lived have passed away, but we still see the same kind of despotism and

superstition ready as ever to burn such men alive, and to strew their

ashes in the wind. The affairs of mankind, managed in this way, will be

likely at no distant period to put such kings and their priests out of

fashion. Superstition makes despots and tyrants of all the sovereigns

whom it influences: they become the confirmed enemies of knowledge. The

die is then cast. Superstition never did, nor ever will, listen to

reason; for credulity is the offspring of ignorance, and superstition is

the child of credulity; and this breed is nursed and kept up by

despotism, as its mainstay and darling. The sun of reason may be clouded

for a time. As long as falsehood in the garb of truth continues to lead

the great mass of mankind, so long will they struggle in vain to attain

the paths which lead to perfection and happiness.

“We should always repute it as our business in the world—the end and

purpose of our being—our duty to our kind—the natural use of the powers

we enjoy—and the suitable testimony of gratitude to our Maker, to

contribute something to the general good—to the common fund of happiness

to our species.”[34] Benevolent and patriotic sentiments of this kind

ought always to be kept up, and the mite of the humblest individual

ought to be received and acknowledged: the reveries of such ought not to

pass without being coolly examined by men of experience. I well remember

my name having been set down as that of a person who would, without

hesitation, become a member of a society in Newcastle, “for the

suppression of vice.” To this I decidedly objected, and told my

well-meaning neighbour,[35] who named the matter to me, that I thought

the magistrates were quite competent to manage that business; but that I

would have no hesitation in joining their society if they would change

their plan, and make it “a society for promoting and rewarding virtue.”

I have often thought since that, if such a society as the latter—to be

called “The Society of Honour”—were established in every parish, it

might, if well managed, do great good. The society ought not to annoy

any one, by being over officious, nor to meddle otherwise than by

quietly, and yet publicly, rewarding, or expressing the good opinion

they entertain of the conduct of the person honoured.

Footnote 34:

Dr. F. Hutchinson.

Footnote 35:

Mr. Benjamin Brunton. He was a popular man, and was often chairman at

patriotic and charitable meetings, and had been one of the committee

who sued the magistrate of Newcastle on the Town Moor business before

mentioned.

Another society of a very different character to the last-named is at

this time winked at in this land of liberty. I mean the present great

and mighty Inquisition, held under the denomination of “the

Constitutional Association.” These men—the secret admirers of “The Holy

Alliance”—may more properly be called the suppressors and dreaders of

truth. Acting, indeed, under the mask of advocating the cause of

religion and liberty, but in reality in lurking enmity to the latter,

and to all free enquiry and investigation, they have arrogated to

themselves the power of punishing a man for his unbiased opinions, even

on subjects which do not militate against good morals, or against the

happiness of society; thus taking the power out of the hands of the

national authorities, as if they were unfit and insufficient to do their

duty. A House of Commons ought to see this with indignation, and this

self-erected Inquisition, instead of ruining parties by their

prosecutions, should be invited to answer truth with truth, as well as

they can; leaving the world to judge how it stands between them and

their opponents.

When men break through laws, made with care for the good government of

the community, they ought, as at present, to forfeit their liberty, and

in some cases their lives. It is a pity that those who have betrayed the

innocent, and robbed the fatherless children and widows, cannot be sent

to live with savages, and to have their backs tattooed with

hieroglyphics, expressive of their crimes.

It has often been a matter of surprise, in the circle of my friends,

that criminals are not transported to the West Indies, there to undergo

a purgation till they have redeemed their characters, in which case they

should be allowed to return home. It has also appeared to us that the

law is defective, in not, somehow or other, protecting such men after

being released from prison. Some association should be formed—some

friends to them and to humanity might be invited forth to pass their

word, for a time, for their good behaviour, to prevent their being thus

cast friendless upon an unforgiving and censorious world; for it matters

not how fervently a man may wish to redeem his character, no one will

employ him, and he is thereby driven to the necessity of flying to some

villainous scheme to enable him to live.

It is painful to speak about punishments to be inflicted upon one’s

unfortunate fellow men: it is equally so to contemplate their

self-degradation. But, when it is considered what a voluminous mass of

laws we have, neither understood nor explained, we cannot wonder that

they are broken; they are so multifarious and complex, that, as to the

illiterate description of persons they are meant to keep in order, they

are almost useless. An abridgement of the laws of England would perhaps

fill fifty folio volumes. These laws, at the time they were made, might

be good and proper, but most of them are now inapplicable and obsolete.

To amend them seems impossible, and an act to amend or explain an act,

by adding confusion to confusion, is truly farcical. It is a pity that

the whole of them cannot be abolished at once, and short and clear new

ones substituted in their stead. As they stand at present, few men can

understand them, and to men of plain, good sense, or of ordinary

capacities, they appear altogether a great mass of unintelligible

matter, or a complete “riddle-me-ree.” This may, indeed, be intended or

winked at; for it gives employment to a great number of men of the law,

of all kinds of character, from the basest up to others who are

ornaments to their country. Indeed, were it not for the latter

description, the rest would not be endurable. They are more to be

dreaded than highwaymen and housebreakers, and as such are viewed by the

thinking part of the community; but the former find employment from

clients of their own character, who trust to them for their ability in

twisting, evading, and explaining the law away.

In passing through life, it has fortunately been my lot to have been

intimate with both military and naval gentlemen, as well as with those

of the learned professions; and, though several of each class have stood

high in the estimation of the world, for their gentlemanly manners and

unsullied worth—to which I may be allowed to add my testimony, as well

as to acknowledge the debt of gratitude I owe some of them for their

kindness and attention—yet, on taking a comparative survey of the whole,

I cannot help giving a preference to medical men; for, besides their

learning and attainments in common with other professions, they appear

to me, generally, to be further removed from prejudice, more

enlightened, and more liberal in their sentiments than the other

labourers in the vineyards of science and literature.

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