In the early part of the spring of 1811, I went to reside with my family

at Rowfant House, in the county of Sussex, near East Grinstead, about

thirty miles from London. This gave me an opportunity of frequently

visiting my friend Mr. Cobbett, in Newgate. While he was in the King's

Bench, and before he was called up for judgment, he expected that he

should be sentenced to some distant county gaol, and in case it had been

so, I had promised him that, wherever it was, I would come and take

lodgings in the town, and visit him for a week or a fortnight at a time,

several times during his imprisonment. This, however, was rendered

unnecessary, by his imprisonment being in London. Nothing could have

been more convenient for his business, as a public writer, than his

being in London; and I have no hesitation in saying, that the punishment

of six months' imprisonment in this Bastile is a much greater punishment

than that of two years in Newgate. In fact, it was not more than it

would have been to have sentenced him to be imprisoned in any house in

Ludgate-hill. All persons had free access to him, from eight o'clock in

the morning till ten at night, and he had as good apartments as he could

have had in any house in London, and quite as good accommodation as he

could have had at any private lodgings. Still it was imprisonment; but,

when compared with my situation, it was no imprisonment at all. He had

his family staying with him night and day, the very same as he would

have had at a private lodging. Indeed, I have paid _five guineas_ a week

for lodgings in London which were worse in every respect. There was

nothing about his residence that had the appearance of a prison but the

name. Mr. Newman was a worthy and a benevolent man, quite the reverse

of what prison keepers are in general, and every thing was done for Mr.

Cobbett's accommodation and for that of his family and friends.

In February, Mr. Peter Finnerty received the judgment of the Court of

King's Bench, for a libel upon Lord Castlereagh. There never was a man

who stood upon the floor of the Court for judgment who made a more able

or a more brave defence than he did; he did not retract one sentence,

one syllable of the original publication, but, on the contrary, he

produced affidavits to prove the truth of every word that he had

published about Lord Castlereagh's cruelty to the people of Ireland,

when he was in power, at the Castle of Dublin. The Attorney-General, Sir

Vicary Gibbs, as well as Lord Ellenborough, were almost frantic with

rage at the boldness and the perseverance with which he proclaimed the

truth of his statements, as to the conduct of Lord Castlereagh. He was

sentenced, by old Judge Grose, to be imprisoned in his Majesty's gaol

of Lincoln for eighteen calendar months, and to give security for his

keeping the peace far five years from that time. When he first went to

Lincoln he was treated very harshly; upon which he caused a petition to

be presented to the House of Commons, complaining of the treatment which

he received from _the Gaoler and some of the Visiting Magistrates_. This

brought the High Sheriff to the gaol, and Mr. Finnerty was partially

relieved from the privations of which he had complained. He, however,

afterwards caused a petition of one of the debtors to be presented to

the House, by Sir Samuel Romilly, which ultimately led to a COMMISSION

being sent down, to inquire into the truth of the matters contained in

these petitions. As these proceedings were very similar to those which

have recently taken place in this gaol, I will, at the proper time, give

a more ample detail of them; particularly as Mr. Drakard, the editor of

the _Stamford News_, was at this time also a prisoner in Lincoln Castle.

He was confined thereby a sentence of the Court of King's Bench, for a

libel upon the army, he having been tried and found guilty at the Spring

Assizes at Lincoln, in consequence of an article on the _fogging of

soldiers_, which article appeared in his excellent paper. On the 25th of

May, he was brought up to receive judgment, and was sentenced to

be imprisoned in his Majesty's gaol of Lincoln, and to pay a fine of

200_l_. As there were two such men of talent as Mr. Finnerty and Mr.

Drakard confined in Lincoln Castle at the time that a commission was

sent down to inquire into its abuses, and the misconduct of the Gaoler

Merewether, and the Parson Justice _Doctor Illingworth_, the public of

course expected that some important exposures would be made, and that

very important benefits would result from the inquiry; but we shall see,

by and by, that, from some cause or other, although Mr. Finnerty and

Mr. Drakard were much better treated, yet that the commission and the

inquiry ended together in mere _smoke_.

On the nineteenth of March, dollars were made current at five shillings

and sixpence each; and on the twentieth of March in this year, 1811,

the Empress Maria Louisa of France was brought to bed of a son, who was

immediately created King of Rome. On the ninth of May, the first stone

of Vauxhall Bridge was laid; and on the eleventh of October, the first

stone of the Strand bridge was laid: this last is the bridge which is

now foolishly called by some silly people, Waterloo bridge. A similar

circumstance occurred when Blackfriars bridge was built; some foolish

people wished to change its name to Chatham bridge, as a compliment

to Lord Chatham; and it was so called by many silly people for some

time: but at length good sense overcame vanity, and it reverted back

to its original and proper name of Blackfriars bridge, in spite of

Chatham-place, &c. &c. So, I have no doubt, the good sense of the

people will ultimately overcome their folly, and that it will be again

universally denominated by its original and proper name, the STRAND

BRIDGE.

On the fourth of June, the King's birth-day, the usual public rejoicings

were suspended, in consequence of his severe illness, although our

most gracious Regent, soon after he attained that dignity, had given a

_fete_ in February, at Carlton-House, where at least two thousand

persons were present. On the ninth of June, Christophe, a man of

_colour_, was proclaimed and crowned King of St. Domingo, or Hayti. At

the time, it was supposed to bring the kingly office into some degree of

ridicule, to have a black man solemnly going through the mockery of a

coronation; although it is a fact, that it was a very splendid, as well

as a very popular coronation.

It was in this year, that Mr. now Sir Charles Wolseley, first publicly

declared his sentiments as to political matters; at least, it was the

first time I ever noticed them. In a letter which he addressed to the

Freeholders of the county of Stafford, he makes this honest, open, and

manly declaration: "The principles upon which a person ought to be sent

to serve in Parliament, are, to keep the prerogatives of the crown

unimpaired; to secure the liberties of the people; to oppose in every

shape the system of Pitt's administration; and to obtain a RADICAL

REFORM in the representation of the people in Parliament. These are my

principles." These principles has Sir Charles Wolseley honestly acted

up to ever since; and to this may be attributed the reason that we

have never had the benefit of the worthy Baronet's patriotic and able

exertions in the senate as a Member of Parliament. He has always been

a staunch Radical Reformer, and he never disguised his sentiments;

therefore it is, that he has never been taken by the hand and placed

in the House by any of the great Borough Lords of either of the two

factions of Whigs and Tories; and from principle he has alike declined

to become a slave and a tool to the Boroughmongers, or to purchase one

of their seats.

In consequence of the failure of a Bank at Salisbury, of the firm of

_Bowles, Ogden, and _Wyndham_, immense distress was caused throughout

the county of Wilts; almost all the country people having a great

portion of their property in the notes of this Bank. It was on this

occasion that Mr. Cobbett wrote those famous letters, which he called

"Paper against Gold," addressed to the tradesmen and farmers in and near

Salisbury, being an examination of the report of the Bullion Committee.

These celebrated letters formed a clear and comprehensive exposition of

the Paper System; they developed the whole juggle of Stock Jobbing, the

Sinking Fund, and the National Debt, and the operation of taxes upon

the industry and happiness of the people. These letters, which are now

published in a small volume, prove, beyond all doubt, the clear and

comprehensive mind of this inimitable writer, and the work will live in

after-ages as a monument of his superior talent and knowledge in these

heretofore intricate and mysterious matters, which were rendered still

more intricate and incomprehensible by the very means which such men as

Mr. Horner, the chairman of the Bullion Committee, used to elucidate

them. Had Mr. Cobbett never written another line but what is contained

in this work, his name, as an author, in matters of English finance,

would have gone down to posterity hand-in-hand with that of our immortal

countryman, Mr. Paine. Perhaps Mr. Cobbett would never have written

this valuable work, if he had not been imprisoned in Newgate by the

tyrannical proceedings of the Boroughmongers, assisted by a packed

special jury, always the best ally of tyranny and tyrants, because it

enables them to carry on a most nefarious despotism, and inflict death,

loss of liberty, and torture upon its victims, under the assumed forms

of law and justice; the very worst species of tyranny, and the most

horrible of all despotisms.

Sir Samuel Romilly brought some Bills into the House of Commons, which

were passed, respecting the criminal laws. Lord Holland, in the House

of Lords, and Lord Folkestone, in the House of Commons, made motions to

restrain _ex-officio_ informations, which were at this time extended to

a most alarming pitch by Attorney-General Vicary Gibbs; but ministerial

influence prevailed, and the laudable endeavours of the two peers were

rendered of no avail, as the motions were lost in both Houses. These

proceedings excited universal interest, and the constant _ex-officio_

informations filed by Sir Vicary Gibbs against almost every liberal

writer of the day, drew down upon him almost universal execration. A

Bill was now passed to allow the Ministers to make an interchange of the

militia between England and Ireland. The Prince Regent also restored the

Duke of York to the office of Commander in Chief. This excited general

dissatisfaction, and a debate upon the subject arose in the House of

Commons; but upon a division the Ministers carried it with a very high

hand, and an overwhelming majority, there being only _forty-seven_ of

the faithful and disinterested Representatives of the people who voted

against the measure. Motions were likewise made in both Houses, to

discountenance the doctrine of assassination which had been lately

preached up by various righteous Ministerial Members, aiming at the life

of Napoleon; but these motions also were lost, as Ministers declined to

give them their support. Lord Stanhope about this time brought in a Bill

to make Bank-notes be received as equal in value with coin, under a

penalty; and after a long debate in both Houses, this profound Bill

passed.

The Catholics in Ireland manifested symptoms of great discontent and

dissatisfaction at their claims being so long neglected. The fact was,

that the wretched peasantry of Ireland were in the most abject state

of want, and as they had been kept in the most complete ignorance, and

deprived of all the common forms of law and justice, they were gradually

sinking into a state of barbarism; the consequence of which was, that

we frequently heard of instances of aggravated ferocity, such as seldom

disgrace any people but the most uncultivated savages. Deprive civilized

man of the protection of the law--only once suffer a body of people to

be convinced that there is neither law nor justice within their reach,

and you drive them to desperation; in which state they throw off all

controul over their passions, and they become remorseless, cruel, and

vindictive. I am quite sure that it is this state of feeling amongst the

lower Irish that has created White Boys, Peep-of-day Boys, Ribbon Men,

and all the various classes of incendiaries and desperadoes of which we

hear so much from Ireland. I do not believe, nor did I ever believe,

that Catholic emancipation would restore the people of Ireland either

to happiness or prosperity: no, the same malady that reigns in England

reigns in a two-fold degree in Ireland--they are overwhelmed with

taxation, oppression, and injustice; these dreadful evils have goaded

them into madness, and till they are removed and the people are treated

with kindness and humanity, and above all, till justice is fairly

administered amongst them, the Government of England will in vain

endeavour to subdue the spirit of insubordination either by the bayonet

or the halter. The only remedy there as well as in England consists

in giving the people free and equal means of choosing their own

representatives, to make wise, just, and liberal laws for them in

Parliament.

I lament to find that the poor of England are fast approaching to the

same frightful state as the natives of unhappy Ireland. The poor and the

oppressed come to me here from all quarters, within a circle of twenty

miles, and when they have told me their pitiable tales, and I advise

them to go and repeat it to a "_Magistrate_," alas! almost without an

exception, they exclaim, "_there is no justice for the poor!_" If they

could have obtained any redress from a Magistrate, I should not have

been consulted. In fact, most of their complaints arise from their

inability to get any justice done them by the Magistrates. I would hold

out a friendly warning to these Magistrates, to beware how they strain

that cord too tight; for, if it should once break, if the people should

in general, or any great portion of them, should come to the conclusion,

that there is not justice for the poor, that they exist at the arbitrary

will of their task-masters, that, in short, they are not under the

protection of the laws, melancholy would be the consequences; such

indeed as cannot be contemplated without horror. Who is there that can

say what an awful retribution might be exacted! When once such a spirit

breaks forth, no one can calculate upon the time at which it will be

appeased. I frequently shudder at the terrific consequences which must

and would ensue. It was this absence of justice which drove the French

to a revolution. It was a similar contempt of justice that caused the

Americans to revolt, and most happily rescued that fine country from

the worst of despotism. The taxing of the industry, the skill, and the

talent of a people, without allowing them to have any share in the

election of those who impose those taxes--in a word, taxation without

representation is the very acme of tyranny and despotism. It was this

species of tyranny that produced the glorious revolutions of South

America, of Spain, and of Portugal, and which has emancipated the

inhabitants of those beautiful countries from slavery both of body and

mind.

At Lady-day I quitted my residence at Bath, and went with my family to

reside at Rowfant House, in Sussex, which, as I have before said, is

situated thirty miles from London, half way between the two roads

leading from the metropolis to Lewes and Brighton, and about the same

distance from those two places. It is at the eastern extremity of what

is called the Weald of Sussex. Nothing can be more delightful than this

country is in the spring, summer, and autumn; it is then luxuriant and

picturesque in the extreme; nothing can then surpass the beauty of the

surrounding scenery, and the richness of the foliage which clothe the

majestic oak and beech-trees; of the latter there are many, very many,

of the largest and finest in the kingdom. The mansion is situated in the

centre of a park, or park-like pastures, and has two fronts, one to the

south and the other to the west, each looking over the most beautiful,

picturesque, and romantic country that I ever saw, alternately

presenting to the eye wood, water, and pasture fields, interspersed with

the majestic oak, the lofty beech, the trembling birch, the lime, the

ash, and every other species of beautiful forest tree. There were nearly

five hundred acres of woodland upon this estate, and it was well stocked

with game and fish of every description; but the whole country was

congenial for the breed of pheasants. On some parts of the manor there

was black game, and in the season woodcocks, snipes, and other wild

fowl; in fact, all these frequently breed in that part of the country.

This part of Sussex, although it is only thirty miles from London, is as

completely out of the world as the most remote mountains of Wales, or

the Highlands of Scotland, and the inhabitants were quite as uninformed

and in as perfect a state of nature as the natives in the wilds of

America. I had no idea that any portion of the people of England could

be so completely buried in ignorance, and display such a total absence

of all knowledge, with the exception of hedging, ditching, cutting wood,

converting it into charcoal, making and eating hard dumplings, and

smuggling brandy, Hollands, tea, tobacco, French manufactures of all

sorts and descriptions.

This estate had for ages been in the possession of the family of the

Bethunes, and the farmers had also been so long in the occupation of

their farms, for little or no rent, that they very justly considered

themselves as having a much greater interest in the soil than the

proprietor had. This place had been put up to the hammer, and sold

to the trustees of a lunatic. I had taken it on a lease; the manor,

mansion, farms, lands, and the manorial rights. Mr. James, the

land-agent, in Old Boswell-court, bad the letting of it, under the

direction of John Foster, Esq. the head of the firm of Foster, Cooke,

and Frere, of Lincoln's Inn, who was the acting trustee for the lunatic.

On application to Mr. James, I soon found that he must have a _certain

price_ for the estate, which, if I would consent to give, _I might make

my own terms_. Of course, I took care to insert such clauses in the

lease, as would convey the property entirely to my custody, upon the

payment of a certain rent. I introduced one clause which I was ashamed

to carry into execution, when I found that it would injure the property

to an enormous extent, without affording to myself a corresponding

benefit. I stipulated to be at liberty to grub up and to cultivate all

the hedge-rows, and about three hundred acres of wood and coppice land.

This the parties readily covenanted to allow me to do; but when I came

to examine these woods, I found that, in availing myself of my right, I

should destroy not less than _sixty thousand beautiful and thriving oak

trees and saplings_. As the whole of the land on which these trees grew

was a light sandy loom on the top, and a deep strata of yellow clay

under, which was a soil by no means advantageous to cultivate, but

peculiarly congenial to the growth of oak timber, I made my calculations

of what _I_ might gain, and what would be the loss to the proprietors

of the estate, by grubbing up the woods, and destroying sixty thousand

thriving oak trees and saplings. My gains would have been but small, but

the injury to the estate would have been incalculable. This I candidly

laid before the trustees of the property, and at once proposed to forego

any advantage that I might have derived, and to suffer the woods

to remain, with the timber growing thereon, for the benefit of the

proprietor, provided the parties would make me a corresponding deduction

in the rent. My proposition was so reasonable, that I had not the

slightest doubt but it would be eagerly accepted. Mr. Foster, who was a

very keen, sensible, clever, intelligent man, I saw at once, perceived

the destruction that it would be to the estate; but yet it was evident

that the object in granting one such a lease was to make up a certain

annual rent, equivalent to the interest of the money which had been

expended in the purchase of the estates. He saw the dilemma in which

they were placed, and I plainly perceived that the idea of reducing the

rent upon which they had calculated was out of the question, that it was

not to be entertained by the trustees for a moment.

This being the case, I returned from London, and proceeded in the

cultivation of the farm. I very early made up my mind not hastily to do

such a serious and irretrievable injury as I was authorized to do to the

estate, and I therefore directed my attention to other objects. I had

sent off a servant to meet half way the little drove of sheep which I

had purchased of Mr. Dean; the whole distance being one hundred and

fifty miles. He had been gone ten days, and I impatiently waited his

arrival, but I had as yet heard no tidings of him, although he ought

to have been back several days before. At length, when twelve days had

elapsed, information was brought me that he had arrived with the sheep

upon Copthorn Common, but that he could not get them any further, in

consequence of their being all very lame and unable to walk. I took my

horse and rode to the spot, about the distance of two miles from my

house. When I came there, I found every sheep of them dead lame, with

the most confirmed and inveterate FOOT ROT. The poor fellow, ADAMS, who

had been so long delayed upon the road, was completely exhausted with

the labour, fatigue, and harassing exertion which he had endured in

accomplishing his task. I think he had actually left three or four of

them thirty or forty miles behind, and many of the others he declared

that he had carried, one at a time, more than half the way upon his

shoulders. Upon my expostulating with him, as to his having consented to

receive them in such a state; he replied, that the drover, who brought

them from Mr. Dean, declared that he would not drive them back to have

them; that he left them in the care of my servant the moment that they

met, and then, without the least ceremony, took French leave, apparently

delighted to get quit of his troublesome charge. When I saw the

deplorable state in which they were (for upon closer examination I found

that many of their hoofs were rotted off their feet), I demanded with

some warmth of my servant, why he had not left them with some farmer

upon the road, till they could have been recovered or cured. "Lord bless

you, Sir," replied the man, "I tried at more than fifty places, but

nobody would take them in at any price, as they all said they would not

have them at a gift, and that they should not tread a hoof upon any of

their lands on any account, as the _foot rot_ was highly _infectious_."

This was another serious evil, for I had purchased two hundred more

sheep, and if they went upon the same land, I was sure of infecting my

whole flock. However, on the next day when they could be got home, I

placed them in some of my best meadows, and set about attempting a cure.

In the meantime, I wrote to Mr. Dean, to inform him of the deplorable

state in which they had arrived. In his reply he candidly acknowledged

that they had suffered from this disease, but he declared he thought

they had been quite free from it before he sent them off; adding that,

if he had had the slightest idea of the state in which they were at the

time his servant left them, they should not, on any account, have been

forwarded to me. He begged that I would not return them, but that I

would employ some one to endeavour to cure them; and, if that could not

be accomplished, I must, he said, kill them, and give them to the dogs,

or do any thing with them I pleased. In fact, I did employ a person, who

pretended he could cure them, to come and dress them, which he did once

a week for nearly a twelve-month, and at length he gave them up as

incurable.

Instead of my ever making one halfpenny of these sheep, the plague, the

trouble, and the loss that I sustained by them was not so little as

sixty pounds; besides, their having given the disease to my flock of two

hundred, the remainder of which, after losing sixty of them, I sold at

seven shillings per head less than I gave for them. So that by this

untoward affair I was, on the whole, at least one hundred pounds out

of pocket, to say nothing of all my trouble and anxiety. If I had been

served so by any one but a friend, such as Mr. Dean; I should certainly

have commenced an action against him for serious damages. Far from

Mr. Dean ever applying to me to pay him any thing for the sheep, he

frequently expressed his sorrow that I should have been so harassed and

perplexed with them as I had been. I had devoted one of my best fields

to their use, and at the end of two years, when I left the farm, there

were seven of them remaining still in the same state, as they never were

or ever could be cured. At length, some time after the decease of Mr.

Dean, I received, from the executors of Mr. Dean, an application for

the payment of these sheep. I replied, that Mr. Dean had long since

cancelled that debt, but, on the other hand, there was a very

considerable balance due to me, if I chose to persist in it, from the

circumstances above stated.

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