SPARS.
The Government had intended wisely to deal the first of their seven
great blows at the weal of their hostile Country, with the Bill (which
they were sure to pass) for swamping the votes of the enemy. With this
once done, to suit their book, any dissolution of Parliament must
redound to their sole benefit. But this pretty plot was not played out,
according to arrangement; for the Irish members stopped it.
These, although they had their own bear-garden now in College Green,
found treason there too orthodox to afford any pure enjoyment, and made
a point of coming over to keep their pepper-boxes hot; which, according
to the Kill-England Compact, were to be at their service for ever. And
still sticking together--like bots in a horse, though without any humour
apparent--they made everything go, or not go, according to their own
appetite.
Their appetite now was all wide-mouth, for the third part of our fleet,
protocolled to them; and with national ardour, and stupidity, they
roared for the passing of that Bill at once; and the Government, of
course, gave way to them. Stupidity I say, because if they had waited
for the Dust-pan Bill, they would have had our fleet entire.
"Gentlemen, I begin to have some little hope now;" Sir Roland said to
us, as soon as we had finished an excellent dinner, as his guests, at
the _Cockles_ Club--for so everybody calls the "Horatius Cocles" at
Westminster Bridge. There were twenty of us there, all M.P.'s; and not
one would have feared to take a header off the bridge, having Mr.
Panclast under his arm. "To-morrow the fight begins; and the enemy
(through his own currish nature) affords us one more chance. If he had
taken up the dust-pan first, with the regiment behind him that sucks his
buttons, he must have swept everything before him. But in dread of
O'Woundy, and Digger, he takes up the craze every Briton cries shame at,
before he has thoroughly gagged them. I need not remind you, that public
opinion, as it used to be called, is against this Bill, more than all
the others put together. But public opinion is a dead letter now; since
the Press tried to pass their own for it. And even if it had the Press
to back it, the Hecatons would light their pipes with it. To me it
appears that our last chance lies in the ghost, long expatriated, of
patriotism; if only it might for one half-hour revisit the glimpses of
this English moon. But what says our excellent and powerful ally, the
newly elected of Silverside?"
Bill, though he had only got his seat three days, had already made two
speeches; and being always full of argument, he was glad to make
another. But, as he made another, containing the very same observations
in the House, next day, I need not report what he said just now. Not
that I would blame any man, for saying the same things twice, or twenty
times. No man can put a new head to his hammer, every time he thumps a
block of coal; and we Britons used to be a fine block of Wallsend, hard
to splinter, and impossible to crack, without fifty good thumps in the
hole of each other. The Government knew this, and made their fire of the
rubble.
Our case, though the best that could possibly be found, seemed likely to
be a bad one. Mr. Thong, who knew exactly how every vote would go,
reported that the best we could hope for was a minority of fifty. Every
Irishman, of course, would vote for the glory of Ireland, and the
disgrace of Great Britain. Except some half-dozen, who had been in our
Army, or Navy, and still had some regard for the old flag. So that our
hearts were very gloomy, when the great debate began.
The Government introduced their Bill, with the old clap-traps about
"universal peace, goodwill everywhere, fraternity of nations, symmetry,
harmony, beneficence of commerce, expansion of the intellect, and so on.
To all these noble things now there remained one wretched little
obstacle, which it was our duty and our privilege to remove at once, the
leprous stain of blood-guiltiness, and greed"--in the mill of their
eloquence they ground up metaphors--"and that obstacle was the ambition
of England. If once we proffered, to the world at large, this
magnificent pledge of our candour, confidence, and chivalrous resolve
not to raise our hands against those who might indeed appear desirous to
trample on our bodies, but would abstain, when they found them so
defenceless,--then, and not till then, should we be able to claim the
proud title of promoters of the glorious cause of humanity." There was a
great deal more, even finer than this; but is it not written in the
chronicles of Hansard?
The Liberal benches were rent with explosions of applause, like an
ancient fig tree; while on our side presently, an honourable Member
gained earnest attention, by imitating to a nicety the clucking of a
hen, that calls her chicks together.
Being new to the manners of the House, and zealous upon all points of
order, up I jumped, and began to run about, trying to catch with my hat
the Dame Partlet, so intrusive in high places. Roars of laughter were my
reward, the greatest of great guns joining in; and even the omnipotent
premier gave me a smile of extraordinary sweetness. I had earned the
good-will of the House for ever; and until I am grey, I shall be called
"Green Tommy."
Now, this may seem a very small, and childish affair, at a time most
truly momentous; and some will accuse me of my accustomed triviality in
recounting it. But without fear of contradiction from any then present,
and able to form opinion, whether Liberal or Conservative, I say that
the cluck of an imaginary hen changed the fortunes of Great Britain, for
at least ten years; though her foes will prevail in the end, no doubt.
That is to say, unless there is, from time to time--as there ought to
be, according to analogy--an outbreak of savage fury, havoc, mad
bestiality, and wallowing murder, in that centre, heart, soul, brain,
Queen, star, crown, sun, and Deity of the universe, which Mr. Windsor
calls "Parree." Insanity there makes London sane; as a man I know well,
who cut down his best friend--too late, alas! for any but the
Coroner--has been afraid ever since to go near a belfry.
But the turn, by which that cluck saved our _Capitol_, had nothing to do
with either vigilance, or terror, but simply led up to a condition of
good humour. Good humour, which is sure to come after a laugh, and a
boyish laugh especially, brings back to the mind of a man, for a moment,
that he is not the only man in the world. He may not be able to believe
it very long, and is quite certain not to remember it; still, even to
fancy that there are some others, improves his behaviour, a good bit.
The Government saw, that the vein of the moment was not at all in their
favour; and two of the Cabinet went to crave leave of the Irish Members,
to put off the division. Sir Roland told me, that he hoped they would
get it; while I, knowing nothing of tactics, hoped that the matter might
be settled out of hand, while the Members appeared so light-hearted. For
surely no Briton, unless in "the blues,"--which all Rads, from disease
of the conscience, suffer--would vote for abandoning every stick and
stone, that our fathers gave their poor brave lives for. But Roly was
right, and I was wrong; as appeared most plainly afterwards. The Irish
captain, desiring for a reason of his own, to oblige the prime-minister,
gave orders that the debate might be adjourned, if the Government
particularly wished it.
This, as you will see, proved a good chance for us. But to take things
in their proper order, refreshing my memory by the notes of the Member
for Silverside, who had learned shorthand, I find pretty nearly as
follows.
When the Bill was entirely before the House--in all its perfect
symmetry, according to their language, in all its naked enormity,
according to ours--the Leader of the Opposition rose, and in the most
courteous and placid manner (which alone might have proved, by its
difference from theirs, on which side sense and justice lay) moved, not
the entire rejection of the Bill--for that appeared too hopeless, in the
teeth of their vast majority--but a moderate amendment, which had been
considered (as half a loaf is better than no bread) to be the utmost an
Englishman could hope for. Inasmuch as our foreign possessions, and our
fleet, were declared by the voice of the Universe, to be a standing
menace to civilization, and an outrage to all foreign sentiment, he
proposed that the fortresses should be dismantled, and the fleet blown
up, instead of being handed over intact, for the use of our enemies.
This enraged the Government, almost more than the direct negation would
have done. The usual outcry against half-measures arose; and to support
it, arose Mr. I. Beright.
This was a very great orator, one of the greatest of all recent times;
because he possessed, what our ancestors had, but we for the most part
have lost,--the power of putting plain meaning into plain words. A very
great man as well, from the clearness, and solid consistence of his
mind; and even yet greater he might have been, if Nature had endowed him
with the power also of saying "I be wrong," sometimes. However, it was a
real treat to hear him, whatever one's opinion of his might be; because
there was no need to fish for his meaning, and be vexed with oneself,
for not catching it. Indeed, so immense was the force of his words, and
his aspect so large and commanding, that it took me a long time to set
up again my own weak convictions, against his strong ones. Luckily,
however, some little fellows followed, who, doing their utmost to deepen
his track, succeeded very nicely in obliterating it; like a lot of
children following a giant in the snow. Several members also of the
Opposition spoke, appealing to the buried bones of patriotic principle,
and reading long extracts from obsolete speeches, and solemn
declarations of the present premier; all of which were capable of being
explained away, whenever there was no denying them. And at half-past
two, the debate was adjourned, on the motion of Lord Grando Crushbill.