Spite, however, of this vigorous opposition, the bill passed, and among

other coercive measures it decreed heavy penalties against any

infringement of the stamp act, such as: 'Every person who shall

knowingly and wilfully retain or keep in custody any newspaper not duly

stamped, shall forfeit twenty pounds for each, such unstamped newspaper

he shall so have in custody'--'every person who shall knowingly or

wilfully, directly or indirectly, send or carry or cause to be sent or

carried out of Great Britain any unstamped newspaper, shall forfeit one

hundred pounds,' and 'every person during the present war who shall send

any newspaper out of Great Britain into any country not in amity with

his Majesty, shall forfeit five hundred pounds.' Stringent measures

these, with a vengeance! The onslaught initiated by Parliament was well

seconded by the judges, and Lord Kenyon especially distinguished himself

as an unscrupulous (the word is not one whit too strong) foe to the

press. To such an extent was this persecution carried, that the printer,

publisher, and proprietor of _The Courier_ were fined and imprisoned for

the following 'libel' upon the Emperor Paul: 'The Emperor of Russia is

rendering himself obnoxious to his subjects by various acts of tyranny,

and ridiculous in the eyes of Europe by his inconsistency. He has now

passed an edict prohibiting the exportation of timber deal,' etc. To

fine a man £100 and imprison him for six months for this was a little

overstepping the mark, and a reaction soon followed, as a proof of which

may be noticed the act 39th and 40th George III., cap. 72, which allows

the newspaper to be increased from the old regulation size of

twenty-eight inches by twenty to that of thirty inches and a half by

twenty.

William Cobbett now makes his bow as an English journalist. He was

already notorious in America, as the author of the 'Letters of Peter

Porcupine,' published at Philadelphia; and, upon his return to England,

he projected an anti-democratic newspaper, under the title of _The

Porcupine_, the first number of which appeared in November, 1800. It was

a very vigorous production, and at once commanded public attention and a

large sale. Nevertheless it was but short lived, for the passions and

fears to which it ministered soon calmed down; and, its occupation being

gone, it naturally gave up the ghost and died. Among other celebrities

who now wrote for the newspapers are Porson, the accomplished but

bibulous Greek scholar and critic; Tom Campbell, several of whose most

beautiful poems first appeared in the columns of _The Morning

Chronicle_, Charles Lamb, Southey, Wordsworth, and Mackintosh. These

last five wrote for _The Morning Post_, and raised it, by their

brilliant contributions, from the last place among the dailies--its

circulation had actually sunk to three hundred and fifty before they

joined its ranks--to the second place, and caused it to tread very

closely upon the heels of _The Chronicle_. Tom Campbell, besides his

poetry, wrote prose articles, and was also regularly engaged as a writer

in _The Star_. Porson married James Perry's sister, and many scholarly

articles which graced the columns of _The Morning Chronicle_ toward the

close of the eighteenth century are generally believed to have emanated

from his pen. Mackintosh had written foreign political articles in _The

Oracle_ and _Morning Chronicle_, but, marrying the sister of Daniel

Stuart, the proprietor of _The Morning Post_ and _The Courier_, he

transferred his services to those journals, as well as occasionally to

_The Star_, which belonged to a brother of Stuart. Southey and

Wordsworth's contributions to Stuart's papers were principally poetry.

Charles Lamb's contributions were principally short, witty paragraphs,

which he contributed to any of the papers that would receive them, and

for which he received the magnificent remuneration of sixpence each!

Coleridge had first appeared in the newspaper world as a contributor of

poetry to _The Morning Chronicle_, but was soon after regularly engaged

upon _The Morning Post_ and _The Courier_. Some of his prose articles

have been collected together into a volume, and republished with the

title of 'Essays on His Own Times.' He was especially hostile to France,

and the best proof of the ability and vigor of his anti-Gallican

articles is that Napoleon actually sent a frigate in pursuit of him,

when he was returning from Leghorn to England, with the avowed intention

of getting him into his power if possible. The First Consul had

endeavored to get him arrested at Rome, but Coleridge got a friendly

hint--according to some from Jerome Bonaparte, and according to others

from the Pope, who assisted him in making his escape. Bonaparte had

probably gained intelligence of the whereabout of Coleridge from a

debate in the House of Commons, in the course of which Fox said that the

rupture of the Peace of Amiens was owing to Coleridge's articles in _The

Morning Post_, and added that the writer was then at Rome, and therefore

might possibly fall into the hands of his enemy. Napoleon was very much

irritated by the attacks upon him in _The Morning Chronicle_ as well as

by those in Cobbett's _Political Register_--_The Porcupine_ under a new

name--the _Courrier François de Londres_--the French _emigrés'_

paper--and _L'Ambigu_, which was rather a political pamphlet, published

at periodical intervals, than a regular newspaper. He therefore thought

proper peremptorily to call upon the English Government to put these

papers down with a high hand. But the British cabinet sent this noble

reply:

'His Majesty neither can nor will in consequence of any

representation or menace from a foreign power make any concession

which may be in the smallest degree dangerous to the liberty of the

press as secured by the Constitution of this country. This liberty

is justly dear to every British subject; the Constitution admits of

no previous restraints upon publications of any description; but

there exist judicatures wholly independent of the executive,

capable of taking cognizance of such publications as the law deems

to be criminal; and which are bound to inflict the punishment the

delinquents may deserve. These judicatures may investigate and

punish not only libels against the Government and magistracy of

this kingdom, but, as has been repeatedly experienced, of

publications defamatory of those in whose hands the administration

of foreign Governments is placed. Our Government neither has, nor

wants, any other protection than what the laws of the country

afford; and though they are willing and ready to give to every

foreign Government all the protection against offences of this

nature which the principles of their laws and Constitution will

admit, they can never consent to new-model those laws or to change

their Constitution to gratify the wishes of any foreign power.'

But Napoleon indignantly declined to avail himself of the means of

redress suggested to him, and continued to urge the English Government;

who at length made a sort of compromise, by undertaking a prosecution of

Peltier, the proprietor of _L'Ambigu_. Mackintosh was his counsel; and

in spite of his speech for the defence, which Spencer Perceval

characterized as 'one of the most splendid displays of eloquence he ever

had occasion to hear,' and Lord Ellenborough as 'eloquence almost

unparalleled,' Peltier was found guilty--but, as hostilities soon after

broke out again with France, was never sentenced. The best part of the

story, however, is, that all the time ministers were paying Peltier in

private for writing the very articles for which they prosecuted him in

public! This did not come out until some years afterward, when Lord

Castlereagh explained the sums thus expended as 'grants for public and

not private service, and for conveying instructions to the Continent

when no other mode could be found.' The trial of Peltier aroused a

strong feeling of indignation in the country; the English nation has

always been very jealous of any interference with its laws at the

dictation of any foreign potentate, as Lord Palmerston on a recent

occasion found to his cost.

Cobbett was soon after tried for a libel--not, however, upon Napoleon,

but upon the English Government. There must have been an innate tendency

in Cobbett's mind to set himself in opposition to everything around him,

for whereas he had made America too hot to hold him by his

anti-republican views, he now contrived to set the authorities at home

against him by his advanced radicalism. He had to stand two trials in

1804, in connection with Robert Emmet's rebellion. On the second of

these he was fined £500, and Judge Johnson, one of the Irish judges, who

was the author of the libels complained of, retired from his judicial

position with a pension. These reflections in question upon the Irish

authorities would hardly be called libels now-a-days, consisting as they

did chiefly of ridicule and satire, which was, after all, mild and

harmless enough. In 1810, Cobbett got into trouble again. Some militia

soldiers had been flogged, while a detachment of the German Legion stood

by to maintain order. Cobbett immediately published a diatribe against

flogging in the army and the employment of foreign mercenaries. He was

indicted for a 'libel' upon the German Legion, convicted, and sentenced

to two years' imprisonment, to pay a fine of £1,000, and to find

security in £3,000 for his good behavior during seven years--a sentence

which created universal disgust among all classes, and which was not too

strongly designated by Sydney Smith as 'atrocious.'

_The Oracle_--which, by the way, boasted Canning among its

contributors--was rash enough to publish an article in defence of Lord

Melville. The House of Commons fired up at this, and, led on by

Sheridan--_quantum mutatus ab illo!_--Fox, Wyndham, and others, who had

formerly professed themselves friends to the liberty of the press, but

who were now carried away by the virulence of party spirit, caused the

publisher to be brought before them, and made him apologize and make his

submission upon his knees.

In 1805 appeared _The News_, a paper started by John Hunt and his

brother Leigh, then but a mere boy, but who had, nevertheless, had some

experience in newspaper writing from having been an occasional

contributor to _The Traveller_, an evening paper, that was afterward

amalgamated with _The Globe_, which still retains the double title. The

year 1808 was fruitful in prosecutions for libels, but is chiefly

remarkable for the appearance of Hunt's new paper, _The Examiner_. This

was conducted upon what was styled by their opponents revolutionary

principles, an accusation which Leigh Hunt afterward vehemently

repudiated. This same year also gave birth to the first religious paper

which had as yet appeared, under the name of _The Instructor_, as well

as to _The Anti-Gallican_, which seems to have quickly perished of

spontaneous combustion, and _The Political Register_, an impudent piracy

of the title of Cobbett's paper, and directed against him. In 1809,

Government passed a bill in favor of newspapers, to amend some of the

restrictions under which they labored. This was done on account of the

high price of paper: and yet in the following year another attempt was

made to exclude the reporters from the House of Commons. These men had

always done their work well and honestly, although in their private

lives some of them had not borne the very best character. A capital

story is told of Mark Supple, an Irish reporter of the old school, who

was employed on _The Chronicle_. One evening, when there was a sudden

silence in the midst of a debate, Supple bawled out: 'A song from Mr.

Speaker.' The members could not have been more astonished had a

bombshell been suddenly discharged into the midst of them; but, after a

slight pause, every one--Pitt among the first--went off into such shouts

of laughter, that the halls of the House shook again. The

sergeant-at-arms was, however, sent to the gallery to ascertain who had

had the audacity to propose such a thing; whereupon Supple winked at him

and pointed out a meek, sober Quaker as the culprit. Broadbrim was

immediately taken into custody; but Supple, being found out, was locked

up in a solitary chamber to cool his heels for a while, and then having

made a humble apology, to the effect that 'it was the dhrink that did

it,' or something of the kind, was set at liberty. But the reporters at

the period of this unjust and foolish exclusion--for it was successful

for a time--were a very different class of men; and Sheridan told the

House that 'of about twenty-three gentlemen who were now employed

reporting parliamentary debates for the newspapers, no less than

eighteen were men regularly educated at the universities of Oxford or

Cambridge, Edinburgh or Dublin, most of them graduates at those

universities, and several of them had gained prizes and other

distinctions there by their literary attainments.' It was during this

debate that Sheridan uttered that memorable and glowing eulogium upon

the press which has been quoted in the first of the present series of

articles.

It has been shown that at one time the church was the profession which

most liberally supplied the press with writers; but now the bar appears

to have furnished a very large share, and many young barristers had

been and were reporters. The benchers of Lincoln's Inn endeavored to put

a stop to this, and passed a by-law that no man who had ever been paid

for writing in the newspapers should be eligible for a call to the bar.

This by-law was appealed against in the House of Commons, and, after a

debate, in which Sheridan spoke very warmly against the benchers, the

petition was withdrawn upon the understanding that the by-law should be

recalled. From that time to the present, writing in the newspapers and

reporting the debates have been the means whereby many of the most

distinguished of our lawyers have been enabled to struggle through the

days of their studentship and the earlier years of their difficult

career.

The last attempt of the House of Commons against the press culminated in

Sir Francis Burdett's coming forward in its behalf, and, in an article

in Cobbett's paper, among other things he asserted that the House of

Commons had no legal right to imprison the People of England. In acting

thus, Sir Francis amply atoned for the ridiculous attempt which,

prompted by wounded vanity, he had made a few years before to engage the

interference of the House of Commons in his behalf in what he called a

breach of privilege--the said breach of privilege consisting merely in

an advertisement in _The True Briton_ of the resolutions passed at a

public meeting to petition against his return to Parliament. The results

of his bold attack upon the power of the House of Commons, his

imprisonment, the riots, and lamentable loss of life which followed, are

so well known as to render any particularizing of them here unnecessary.

Originating with this affair was a Government prosecution of _The Day_,

the upshot of which was that Eugenius Roche, the editor--who was also

proprietor of another flourishing journal, _The National Register_--one

of the most able, honorable, and gentlemanly men ever connected with the

press, of whom it has been truly said that 'during the lapse of more

than twenty years that he was connected with the journals of London, he

never gained an enemy or lost a friend,' was most unjustly condemned to

a year's imprisonment.

The next important event is the trial of the Hunts for a libel in _The

Examiner_ in 1811. Brougham was their counsel, and made a masterly

defence; and, though Lord Ellenborough, the presiding judge, summed up

dead against the defendants--the judges always appear to have done

so--the jury acquitted them. Yet Brougham in the course of his address

drew the following unfavorable picture of the then state of the press:

'The licentiousness of the press has reached to a height which it

certainly never attained in any other country, nor even in this at

any former period. That licentiousness has indeed of late years

appeared to despise all the bounds which had once been prescribed

to the attacks on private character, insomuch that there is not

only no personage so important or exalted--for of that I do not

complain--but no person so humble, harmless, and retired as to

escape the defamation which is daily and hourly poured forth by the

venal crew to gratify the idle curiosity or still less excusable

malignity of the public. To mark out for the indulgence of that

propensity individuals retiring into the privacy of domestic

life--to hunt them down and drag them forth as a laughing stock to

the vulgar, has become in our days with some men the road even to

popularity, but with multitudes the means of earning a base

subsistence.'

Soon after this trial and another provincial one connected with the same

'libel'--one gets quite sick of the word--in which the defendants were

found guilty in spite of Brougham's exertions in their behalf and the

previous verdict of the London jury in the case of the Hunts, a debate

arose in the House of Commons on the subject of _ex-officio_

informations generally, and especially with regard to their

applicability to the case of newspapers. In the course of this debate

Lord Folkestone charged the Government with partiality in their

prosecutions, and said: 'It appears that the real rule which guides

these prosecutions is this: that _The Courier_ and the other papers

which support the ministry of the day, may say whatever they please

without the fear of prosecution, whereas _The Examiner_, _The

Independent Whig_, _The Statesman_, and papers that take the contrary

line, are sure to be prosecuted for any expression that may be offensive

to the minister'--an accusation which was decidedly true.

In 1812 the Hunts were again prosecuted for a libel upon the Prince

Regent, and sentenced to be imprisoned two years, and to pay a fine of

£500. Bat the imprisonment was alleviated in every possible way, as we

gather from Leigh Hunt's charming description of his prison in his

Autobiography.

'I papered the walls with a trellis of roses; I had the ceiling

colored with clouds and sky; the barred windows were screened with

venetian blinds; and when my book cases were set up with their

busts and flowers, and a pianoforte made its appearance, perhaps

there was not a handsomer room on that side of the water.... There

was a little yard outside, railed off from another belonging to a

neighboring ward. This yard I shut in with green palings, adorned

it with a trellis, bordered it with a thick bed of earth from a

nursery, and even contrived to have a grass plot. The earth I

filled with flowers and young trees. There was an apple tree from

which we managed to get a pudding the second year. As to my

flowers, they were allowed to be perfect.'

We have now arrived at a period which may almost be called that of the

present, inasmuch as many well-known names which still continue to adorn

our current literature first begin to appear, together with many others,

the bearers of which have but recently departed from among us. Cyrus

Redding, John Payne Collier, and Samuel Carter Hall still survive, and,

it is to be hoped, are far off yet from the end of their honorable

career; and William Hazlitt, Theodore Hook, Lord Campbell, Dr. Maginn,

Dr. Croly, Thomas Barnes, William Jordan, and many others, belong as

much to the present generation as to the past. Among other distinguished

writers must be mentioned Jeremy Bentham and David Ricardo, who

contributed articles of sterling merit upon political economy and

finance to the newspapers, and especially to _The Morning Chronicle_, in

which journal William Hazlitt succeeded Lord Campbell, then 'plain John

Campbell,' as theatrical critic. Cyrus Redding was at one time editor of

_Galignani's Messenger_, and was afterward connected with _The Pilot_,

which was considered the best authority on Indian matters, and in some

way or another, at different times, with most of the newspapers of the

day. John P. Collier wrote in _The Times_ and _Morning Chronicle_,

Thomas Barnes in _The Morning Chronicle_ and _Champion_, Croly and S. C.

Hall in _The New Times_--a newspaper started by Stoddart, the editor of

_The Times_, after his quarrel with Walter--Maginn in _The New Times_,

_Standard_, _John Bull_, and many others, William Hazlitt in _The

Morning Chronicle_, _Examiner_, and _Atlas_, and Theodore Hook in _John

Bull_, of which he was the editor.

In 1815, the advertisement duty, which had hitherto stood at three

shillings, was raised to three shillings and sixpence, and an additional

halfpenny was clapped on to the stamp duty. There were then fifty-five

newspapers published in London, of which fifteen were daily, one hundred

and twenty-two in the provinces of England and Wales, twenty-six in

Scotland, and forty-nine in Ireland.

And here let us pause to consider the position which the press had

reached. It had survived all the attempts made to crush it; nay, more,

it had triumphed over all its foes. Grateful to Parliament, whenever

that august assemblage befriended it, and standing manfully at bay

whenever its liberties had been threatened in either House, it had

overcome all resistance, and Lords and Commons recognized in it a safe

and honorable tribunal, before which their acts would be impartially

judged, as well as the truest and most legitimate medium between the

rulers and the ruled. The greatest names of the day in politics and in

literature were proud to range themselves under its banners and to aid

in the glorious work of extending its influence, developing its

usefulness, and elevating its tone and character; and the people at

large had learned to look upon it as the firm friend of national

enlightenment, and the most trustworthy guardian of their constitutional

liberties.

LIFE ON A BLOCKADER.

Life in the camp and in the field has formed the staple of much writing

since the commencement of the war, and all have now at least a tolerable

idea of the soldier's ordinary life. Our sailors are a different matter,

and while we study the daily papers for Army news, we are apt to ignore

the Navy, and forget that, though brave men are in the field, a smaller

proportion of equally brave serve on a more uncertain field, where not

one alone but many forms of death are before them. Shot and shell it is

the soldier's duty to face, and the sailor's as well, but one ball at

sea may do the work of a thousand on shore: it may pass through a

vessel, touching not a soul on board, and yet from the flying splinters

left in its path cause the death of a score; its way may lie through the

boilers, still touching no one, and yet the most horrible of all deaths,

that by scalding steam, result. It may chance to hit the powder

magazine, and sudden annihilation be the fate of both ship and crew; or,

passing below the water line, bring a no less certain, though slower

fate--that which met the brave little Keokuk at Charleston, not many

months since.

Life at sea is a compound of dangers, and though the old tar may

congratulate himself in a stormy night on being safe in the maintop, and

sing after Dibdin--

'Lord help us! how I pitys

All unhappy folks on shore'--

to the majority of our present Navy, made up as it is, in part at least,

of volunteer officers and men, it is essentially distasteful, and

endured only as the soldier endures trench duty or forced marches--as a

means of sooner ending the Rebellion, and bringing white-winged Peace in

the stead of grim War.

The history of our ironclads, from their first placing on the stocks, to

the present time, when Charleston engrosses them all, is read with

avidity, but few know anything of life on our blockaders, or, thinking

there is not the dignity of danger associated with them, take little or

no interest in what they may chance to see concerning them. Those who

have friends on blockade duty may be interested to know more of their

daily life than can be crowded into the compass of home letters, and the

writer, one of the squadron off Wilmington, would constitute himself

historian of the doings of at least one ship of the fleet.

Wilmington, Charleston, and Mobile, alone remain of all the rebel ports,

but it is with the first we have to do--where it is, how it looks, &c.

Right down the coast, some 450 miles from New York, and a hundred or

more from the stormy cape of Hatteras, you will see the river which

floats the merchandise to and from the docks at Wilmington, emptying

into the ocean at Cape Fear, from which it takes its name. The river has

two mouths, or rather a mouth proper, which opens to the south of the

cape, and an opening into the side of the river, north of the cape

called New Inlet. Perhaps more seek entrance by this inlet than the

mouth, which is guarded by Fort Caswell, a strong, regularly built fort,

once in Union hands, mounting some long-range English Whitworth guns.

One other fort has been built here since the commencement of the war.

This inlet is guarded by a long line of earthworks, mounted by Whitworth

and other guns of heavy caliber. Wilmington lies some twenty miles from

the mouth, and fifteen north of New Inlet.

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