CHAPTER XXXII

TWO MIGHTY MEN

ON the 20th of August Sir John Moore reached Portugal. He was ordered

at once to disembark and to join Sir Arthur Wellesley.

Three days before Moore's arrival Sir Arthur—future Duke of

Wellington—gained a victory over the French at Vimiera. Unfortunately

he was at this moment superseded in command by Sir Harry Burrard, who

arrived while the battle was being actually fought. The two Generals

greeted one another upon the field.

This meant that the pursuit of the flying foe, which ought to have

ended in a thorough rout, was timidly cut short. Next day Burrard was

in turn superseded by Sir Hew Dalrymple; and his management of affairs

and hasty signing of an armistice raised at home a storm of indignation.

Just at this point a little by-play took place, which so plainly shows

the characters of the then two greatest English Generals, that it is

worth telling.

Moore took the first step. He went to Dalrymple, chief in command, and

said to him, with decision, that if hostilities should begin again,

Wellesley, and not himself, ought to have the command. Moore had the

first right, as senior; but he counted it only fair that Wellesley

should be allowed to carry on what he had so well begun, and he offered

freely to waive his own right.

Wellesley took the second step. While Moore thus generously proposed

to sacrifice his own claims on behalf of a junior, Wellesley was only

anxious that Moore's great gifts should not be lost to his country. The

conduct of these two grand men, each towards the other, is a fair sight

indeed, beside the jealousies which sometimes mar the bravest natures.

A frank, soldierly letter was sent by Wellesley to Moore, referring to

his recent interview with "His Majesty's Ministers," and expressing a

fear lest Moore's action that day might stand in the way of his being

raised to the supreme command.

Would Sir John be willing to discuss the question with him? "It appears

to me," he wrote, "to be quite impossible we can go on as we are now

constituted. The Commander-in-chief must be changed; and the Country

and the Army naturally turn their eyes to you as their Commander."

This letter took Moore by surprise. The two had met before, perhaps,

but they had not been intimate. He at once replied cordially, and the

interview was arranged for the next day, Wellesley calling upon Moore

on his way home.

Outsiders, of course, did not know what this interview meant. Jack

and Roy, taking a stroll together in a leisure hour, passed Moore's

quarters at the moment when Wellesley rode up and dismounted. Their

eyes met, and Roy murmured, "Wonder what's up now!"

"Something will have to be up soon, if things are not to go to a

complete smash," returned Jack. "England won't stand long throwing men

and money away for nothing. If battles are to end as that did the other

day—" he referred to Vimiera—"there'll be a rumpus somewhere. Shouldn't

wonder if a change is coming soon. Those two don't meet for nothing."

"No chance of anything proper being done till Moore is put into his

right place," declared indignant Roy, not aware that he was echoing the

precise sentiments of Sir Arthur Wellesley himself.

And they knew nothing, they could know nothing, of what was at that

moment going on within the four walls of the house they had passed.

The confidential talk which took place inside those walls was a

remarkable one.

Two of the greatest men of their generation had met there—one who was

in a few years to become the foremost soldier of his age; another

who could hardly have failed to become so, had he lived a few years

longer. Each was bent upon the good of his country; each was willing

to sacrifice for the benefit of the other what might be for his own

gain. One by birth was Scots, one by birth was Irish; but both were

British—nay, English!—to the backbone.

Sir Arthur Wellesley, in age eight years the younger, was still at the

opening of his grand career. Sir John Moore, after thirty years of

hard service, was fast nearing the close of his. He at this date had a

world-wide fame. Sir Arthur, though he had made his mark by a masterly

campaign in India, was not yet famous beyond a certain circle. But

Moore had noted his power.

Wellesley's strongly-outlined eagle face and large Roman nose

contrasted with the refined delicacy of Moore's features. In force of

character, however, in strength of will, in courage and patriotism, in

freedom from all narrowness of party spirit, the two were alike. With

Wellesley, as with Moore, private interests went down before National

interests, and DUTY was a word utterly supreme through life.

Perhaps the main difference between the two lay in the fact that

Wellesley lacked that peculiar "strain of sweetness," that element of

womanly tenderness, which made Moore so intensely beloved. His was a

more homogeneously iron nature; yet it was of finely-wrought iron.

They went quietly into the matter together. Moore's impetuous

self-defence before Castlereagh was referred to; and Sir John gave full

particulars, adding frankly, "I thought it needful to express what I

felt under the circumstances. But having done so, I have felt no more

upon the subject."

Wellesley demurred. He feared that Sir John's heat on that occasion

might stand in the path of his future usefulness. He was absolutely

sure that no unkind intentions had existed on the part of the

Ministers. Lord Castlereagh was naturally "cautious;" and a difficulty

might have been felt in giving the chief command to Sir John until a

formal explanation had taken place with the Swedish Court.

Then Sir Arthur earnestly pressed to be allowed to say to the Ministers

that Moore was sorry to have misunderstood them, if no slight had been

intended; and that, having once for all spoken out, he would think of

the matter no more.

Moore hesitated. No opening had been made from the Government. He

hardly saw how he could take the first step. He had known what the

consequences might be of his course of action. And to make a submission

now, merely with a view to getting a higher post,—"That is out of the

question," he said firmly.

Wellesley was not convinced. Then, as ever, his one thought was for

England's good. He knew what the loss of Moore's services in any

degree could not fail to be to England. It seemed to him that personal

feelings, and what might be thought of any individual action, were

matters unimportant, compared with the one great question of the

Country's need, the one fact that Moore more than any living man could

supply that need. He still urged his own view of what ought to be done.

And Sir John partly yielded. If Sir Arthur were enough interested to

mention this conversation to Lord Castlereagh, simply stating as a fact

that Sir John had not the smallest feeling of ill-will to any man in

the Ministry, he was welcome to do so. If wrong impressions were held,

he would be grateful to any friend who should kindly set matters right.

Further than this Moore declined to budge. Wellesley had to promise

that he would keep strictly to the terms dictated. He sailed next day

for England.

But before he could carry out his generous intentions, such steps as

he most desired had been already taken. The opposition to Moore's

appointment, offered mainly by Canning, had been overcome by the

determination of the King, who roundly declared that "No man but Moore

should command that army."

Dalrymple was recalled; Burrard was superseded; and Moore was placed

at the head of about thirty thousand men, to be used in the north of

Spain, conjointly with the Spanish forces. Had the Duke of York been

allowed a free hand, Moore might have had sixty thousand.

So strongly had Sir John been impressed, during the interview, with

the lofty disinterestedness of the future Iron Duke, that it must have

gratified him to get a letter from Wellesley containing these words: "I

find that by the distribution I am placed under your command—than which

nothing can be more agreeable to me. I will go to Coruña immediately,

where I hope to find you."

It so happened that, after the Battle of Vimiera, Sir Arthur had

written to Lord Castlereagh, asking to be ordered home, since he

had been "too successful" with the Army "ever to serve with it in a

subordinate position" satisfactorily. Which meant that he could not

thus serve under those who were then placed over him. To serve under

Sir John Moore wore plainly in his eyes a very different aspect.

Unfortunately he was kept in England for other purposes, and Moore had

not the help of his presence during the coming campaign.

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