Nothing is now talked of in London but the fate of Governor Wall, who

has just been executed for a crime committed twenty years ago. He

commanded at that time the English settlement at Goree, an inactive and

unwholsome station, little reputable for the officers, and considered as

a place of degradation for the men. The garrison became discontented at

some real or supposed mal-practices in the distribution of stores; and

Wall seizing those whom he conceived to be the ringleaders of the

disaffected, ordered them, by his own authority, to be so dreadfully

flogged, that three of them died in consequence; he himself standing by

during the execution, and urging the executioner not to spare, in terms

of the most brutal cruelty. An indictment for murder was preferred

against him on his return to England; he was apprehended, but made his

escape from the officers of justice, and got over to the Continent,

where he remained many years. Naples was at one time the place of his

residence, and the countenance which he received there from some of his

countrymen of high rank perhaps induced him to believe that the public

indignation against him had subsided. Partly, perhaps, induced by this

confidence, by the supposition that the few witnesses who could have

testified against him were dead, or so scattered about the world as to

be out of reach, and still more compelled by the pressure of his

circumstances, he at length resolved to venture back.

It is said, that some years before his surrender he came to Calais with

this intent, and desired one of the king of England’s messengers to take

him into custody, as he wished to return and stand his trial. The

messenger replied, that he could not possibly take charge of him, but

advised him to signify his intention to the Secretary of State, and

offered to carry his letter to the office. Wall was still very

solicitous to go, though the sea was at that time so tempestuous that

the ordinary packets did not venture out; and the messenger, whose

dispatches would not admit of delay, had hired a vessel for himself:

finding, however, that this could not be, he wrote as had been

suggested; but when he came to subscribe his name, his heart failed him,

his countenance became pale and livid, and in an agony of fear or of

conscience he threw down the pen and rushed out of the room. The

messenger put to sea; the vessel was wrecked in clearing out of the

harbour, and not a soul on board escaped.

This extraordinary story has been confidently related with every

circumstantial evidence; yet it seems to imply a consciousness of guilt,

and a feeling of remorse, noways according with his after conduct. He

came over to England about twelve months ago, and lived in London under

a fictitious name: here also a circumstance look place which touched him

to the heart. Some masons were employed about his house, and he took

notice to one of them that the lad who worked with him appeared very

sickly and delicate, and unfit for so laborious an employment. The man

confessed that it was true, but said that he had no other means of

supporting him, and that the poor lad had no other friend in the world,

“For his father and mother,” said he, “are dead, and his only brother

was flogged to death at Goree, by that barbarous villain Governor Wall.”

It has never been ascertained what were his motives for surrendering

himself; the most probable cause which can be assigned is, that some

property had devolved to him, of which he stood greatly in need, but

which he could not claim till his outlawry had been reversed. He

therefore voluntarily gave himself up, and was brought to trial. One of

the persons whom he had summoned to give evidence in his favour dropped

down dead on the way to the court; it was, however, known that his

testimony would have borne against him. Witnesses appeared from the

remotest parts of the island whom he had supposed dead. One man who had

suffered under his barbarity and recovered, had been hanged for robbery

but six months before, and expressed his regret at going to the gallows

before Governor Wall, as the thing which most grieved him, “For,” said

he, “I know he will come to the gallows at last.”

The question turned upon the point of law, whether the fact, for that

was admitted, was to be considered as an execution, or as a murder. The

evidence of a woman who appeared in his behalf, was that which weighed

most heavily against him: his attempt to prove that a mutiny actually

existed failed; and the jury pronounced him guilty. For this he was

utterly unprepared; and, when he heard the verdict, clasped his hands in

astonishment and agony. The Bench, as it is called, had no doubt

whatever of his guilt, but they certainly thought it doubtful how the

jury might decide; and as the case was so singular, after passing

sentence in the customary form, they respited him, that the

circumstances might be more fully considered.

The Governor was well connected, and had powerful friends: it is said

also, that as the case turned upon a question of discipline, some

persons high in the military department exerted themselves warmly in his

favour. The length of time which had elapsed was no palliation, and it

was of consequence that it should not be considered as such; but his

self-surrender, it was urged, evidently implied that he believed himself

justifiable in what he had done. On the other hand, the circumstances

which had appeared on the trial were of the most aggravating nature;

they had been detailed in all the newspapers, and women were selling the

account about the streets at a half-penny each, vociferating aloud the

most shocking parts, the better to attract notice. Various editions of

the trial at length were published; and the publishers, most

unpardonably, while the question of his life or death was still under

the consideration of the privy council, stuck up their large notices all

over the walls of London, with prints of the transaction, and “Cut his

liver out,” the expression which he had used to the executioner, written

in large letters above. The popular indignation had never before been so

excited. On the days appointed for his execution (for he was repeatedly

respited) all the streets leading to the prison were crowded by soldiers

and sailors chiefly, every one of whom felt it as his own personal

cause: and as the execution of the mutineers in the fleet was so recent,

in which so little mercy had been shown, a feeling very generally

prevailed among the lower classes, that this case was to decide whether

or not there was law for the rich as well as for the poor. The

deliberations of the privy council continued for so many days that it

was evident great efforts were made to save his life; but there can be

little doubt, that had these efforts succeeded, either a riot would have

ensued, or a more dangerous and deeply-founded spirit of disaffection

would have gone through the people.

Wall, meantime, was lying in the dungeon appointed for persons condemned

to death, where, in strict observance of the letter of the law, he was

allowed no other food than bread and water. Whether he felt compunction

may be doubted:—we easily deceive ourselves:—form only was wanting to

have rendered that a legal punishment which was now called murder, and

he may have regarded himself as a disciplinarian, not a criminal; but as

his hopes of pardon failed him, he was known to sit up in his bed during

the greater part of the night, singing psalms. His offence was indeed

heavy, but never did human being suffer more heavily! The dread of

death, the sense of the popular hatred, for it was feared that the mob

might prevent his execution and pull him to pieces; and the tormenting

reflection that his own vain confidence had been the cause,—that he had

voluntarily placed himself in this dreadful situation,—these formed a

punishment sufficient, even if remorse were not superadded.

On the morning of his execution, the mob, as usual, assembled in

prodigious numbers, filling the whole space before the prison, and all

the wide avenues from whence the spot could be seen. Having repeatedly

been disappointed of their revenge, they were still apprehensive of

another respite, and their joy at seeing him appear upon the scaffold

was so great, that they set up three huzzas,—an instance of ferocity

which had never occurred before. The miserable man, quite overcome by

this, begged the hangman to hasten his work. When he was turned off they

began their huzzas again; but instead of proceeding to three distinct

shouts, as usual, they stopped at the first. This conduct of the mob has

been called inhuman and disgraceful; for my own part, I cannot but agree

with those who regard it in a very different light. The revengeful joy

which animated them, unchristian as that passion certainly is, and

whatever may have been its excess, was surely founded upon humanity; and

the sudden extinction of that joy, the feeling which at one moment

struck so many thousands, stopped their acclamations at once, and awed

them into a dead silence when they saw the object of their hatred in the

act and agony of death, is surely as honourable to the popular character

as any trait which I have seen recorded of any people in any age or

country.

The body, according to custom, was suspended an hour: during this time

the Irish basket-women who sold fruit under the gallows were drinking

his damnation in mixture of gin and brimstone! The halter in which he

suffered was cut into the smallest pieces possible, which were sold to

the mob at a shilling each. According to the sentence, the body should

have been dissected; it was just opened as a matter of form, and then

given to his relations; for which indulgence they gave 100_l._ to one of

the public hospitals. One of the printed trials contains his portrait as

taken in the dungeon of the condemned; if it be true that an artist was

actually sent to take his likeness under such dreadful circumstances,

for the purpose of gain, this is the most disgraceful fact which has

taken place during the whole transaction.

A print has since been published called The Balance of Justice. It

represents the mutineers hanging on one arm of a gallows, and Governor

Wall on the other.

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LETTER X.

_Martial Laws of England.—Limited Service advised.—Hints for Military

Reform._

The execution of Governor Wall is considered as a great triumph of

justice. Nobody seems to recollect that he has been hanged, not for

having flogged three men to death, but for an informality in the mode of

doing it.—Yet this is the true state of the case. Had he called a

drum-head court-martial, the same sentence might have been inflicted,

and the same consequences have ensued, with perfect impunity to himself.

The martial laws of England are the most barbarous which at this day

exist in Europe. The offender is sometimes sentenced to receive a

thousand lashes;—a surgeon stands by to feel his pulse during the

execution, and determine how long the flogging can be continued without

killing him. When human nature can sustain no more, he is remanded to

prison; his wound, for from the shoulders to the loins it leaves him one

wound, is dressed, and as soon as it is sufficiently healed to be laid

open again in the same manner, he is brought out to undergo the

remainder of his sentence. And this is repeatedly and openly practised

in a country where they read in their churches, and in their houses,

that Bible, in their own language, which saith, “Forty stripes may the

judge inflict upon the offender, and not exceed.”

All savages are cruel, and nations become humane only as they become

civilized. Half a century ago, the most atrocious punishments were used

in every part of Christendom;—such were the executions under Pombal in

Portugal, the tortures inflicted upon Damiens in France; and the

practice of opening men alive in England. Our own history is full of

shocking examples, but our manners[8] softened sooner than those of our

neighbours. These barbarities originated in barbarous ages, and are

easily accounted for; but how so cruel a system of martial law, which

certainly cannot be traced back to any distant age of antiquity, could

ever have been established is unaccountable; for when barbarians

established barbarous laws, the soldiers were the only people who were

free; in fact, they were the legislators, and of course would never make

laws to enslave themselves.

Footnote 8:

More truly it might be said, that the Spaniards had no traitors to

punish. In the foreign instances here stated, the judges made their

court to the crown by cruelty;—in our own case, the cruelty was of the

law, not of the individuals. Don Manuel also forgets the

Inquisition.—TR.

Another grievous evil in their military system is, that there is no

limited time of service. Hence arises the difficulty which the English

find in recruiting their armies. The bounty money offered for a recruit

during the war amounted sometimes to as much as twenty pieces of eight,

a sum, burthensome indeed to the nation when paid to whole regiments,

but little enough if it be considered as the price for which a man sells

his liberty for life. There would be no lack of soldiers were they

enlisted for seven years. Half the peasantry in the country would like

to wear a fine coat from the age of eighteen till five-and-twenty, and

to see the world at the king’s expense. At present, mechanics who have

been thrown out of employ by the war, and run-away apprentices, enlist

in their senses, but the far greater number of recruits enter under the

influence of liquor.

It has been inferred, that old Homer lived in an age when morality was

little understood, because he so often observes, that it is not right to

do wrong. Whether or not the same judgement is to be passed upon the

present age of England, posterity will decide; certain it is that her

legislators seem not unfrequently to have forgotten the commonest

truisms both of morals and politics. The love of a military life is so

general, that it may almost be considered as one of the animal passions;

yet such are the martial laws, and such the military system of England,

that this passion seems almost annihilated in the country. It is true,

that during the late war volunteer companies were raised in every part

of the kingdom; but, in raising these, the whole influence of the landed

and moneyed proprietors was exerted; it was considered as a test of

loyalty; and the greater part of these volunteers consisted of men who

had property at stake, and believed it to be in danger, and of their

dependants; and the very ease with which these companies were raised,

evinces how easy it would be to raise soldiers, if they who became

soldiers were still to be considered as men, and as freemen.

The difficulty would be lessened if men were enlisted for a limited term

of years instead of for life. Yet that this alteration alone is not

sufficient, is proved by the state of their provincial troops, or

militia as they are called. Here the men are bound to a seven-years

service, and are not to be sent out of the kingdom; yet, unexceptionable

as this may appear, the militia is not easily raised, nor without some

degree of oppression. The men are chosen by ballot, and permitted to

serve by substitute, or exempted upon paying a fine. On those who can

afford either, it operates, therefore, as a tax by lottery; the poor man

has no alternative, he must serve, and, in consequence, the poor man

upon whom the lot falls considers himself as ruined: and ruined he is;

for, upon the happiest termination of his term of service, if he return

to his former place of abode, still willing, and still able, to resume

his former occupation, he finds his place in society filled up. But

seven years of military idleness usually incapacitate him for any other

trade, and he who has once been a soldier is commonly for ever after

unfit for every thing else.

The evil consequences of the idle hours which hang upon the soldiers’

hands are sufficiently understood, and their dress seems to have been

made as liable to dirt as possible, that as much time as possible may be

employed in cleaning it. This is one cause of the contempt which the

sailors feel for them, who say that soldiers have nothing to do but to

whiten their breeches with pipe-clay, and to make strumpets for the use

of the navy. Would it not be well to follow the example of the Romans,

and employ them in public works? This was done in Scotland, where they

have cut roads through the wildest part of the country; and it is said

that the soldiery in Ireland are now to be employed in the same manner.

In England, where no such labour is necessary, they might be occupied in

digging canals, or more permanently in bringing the waste[9] lands into

cultivation, which might the more conveniently be effected, as it is

becoming the system to lodge the troops in barracks apart from the

people, instead of quartering them in the towns. Military villages might

be built in place of these huge and ugly buildings, and at far less

expense; the adjoining lands cultivated by the men, who should, in

consequence, receive higher pay, and the produce be appropriated to the

military chest. Each hut should have its garden, which the tenant should

cultivate for his own private amusement or profit. Under such a system

the soldier might rear a family in time of peace, the wives of the

soldiery would be neither less domestic nor less estimable than other

women in their own rank of life, and the infants, who now die in a

proportion which it is shocking to think of, would have the common

chance for life.

Footnote 9:

In this and what follows, the author seems to be suggesting

improvements for his own country, and to mean Spain when he speaks of

England.—TR.

But the sure and certain way to secure any nation for ever from alarm,

as well as from danger, is to train every school-boy to the use of arms:

boys would desire no better amusement, and thus, in the course of the

next generation, every man would be a soldier. England might then defy,

not France alone, but the whole continent leagued with France, even if

the impassable gulph between this happy island and its enemy were filled

up. This will be done sooner or later, for England must become an armed

nation. How long it will be before her legislators will discover this,

and how long when they have discovered it, before they will dare to act

upon it, that is, before they will consent to part with the power of

alarming the people, which they have found so convenient, it would be

idle to conjecture. Individuals profit slowly by experience,

associations still more slowly, and governments the most slowly of all

associated bodies.

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LETTER XI.

_Shopmen, why preferred to Women in England.—Division of

London into the East and West Ends.—Low State of domestic

Architecture.—Burlington-House._

I have employed this morning in wandering about this huge metropolis

with an English gentleman, well acquainted with the manners and customs

of foreign countries, and therefore well qualified to point out to me

what is peculiar in his own. Of the imposing splendour of the shops I

have already spoken; but I have not told you that the finest gentlemen

to be seen in the streets of London are the men who serve at the

linen-drapers’ and mercers’. Early in the morning they are drest

cap-a-pied, the hair feathered and frosted with a delicacy which no hat

is to derange through the day; and as this is a leisure time with them,

they are to be seen after breakfast at their respective shop-doors,

paring their nails, and adjusting their cravats. That so many young men

should be employed in London to recommend laces and muslins to the

ladies, to assist them in the choice of a gown, to weigh out thread and

to measure ribbons, excited my surprise; but my friend soon explained

the reason. He told me, that in countries where women are the

shopkeepers, shops are only kept for the convenience of the people, and

not for their amusement. Persons there go into a shop because they want

the article which is sold there, and in that case a woman answers all

the purposes which are required; the shops themselves are mere

repositories of goods, and the time of year of little importance to the

receipts. But it is otherwise in London; luxury here fills every head

with caprice, from the servant-maid to the peeress, and shops are become

exhibitions of fashion. In the spring, when all persons of distinction

are in town, the usual morning employment of the ladies is to go

a-shopping, as it is called; that is, to see these curious exhibitions.

This they do without actually wanting to purchase any thing, and they

spend their money or not, according to the temptations which are held

out to gratify and amuse. Now female shopkeepers, it is said, have not

enough patience to indulge this idle and fastidious curiosity; whereas

young men are more assiduous, more engaging, and not at all querulous

about their loss of time.

It must be confessed, that these exhibitions are very entertaining, nor

is there any thing wanting to set them off to the greatest advantage.

Many of the windows are even glazed with large panes of plate glass, at

a great expense; but this, I am told, is a refinement of a very late

date; indeed glass windows were seldom used in shops before the present

reign, and they who deal in woollen cloth have not yet universally come

into the fashion.

London is more remarkable for the distribution of its inhabitants than

any city on the continent. It is at once the greatest port in the

kingdom, or in the world, a city of merchants and tradesmen, and the

seat of government, where the men of rank and fashion are to be found;

and though all these are united together by continuous streets, there is

an imaginary line of demarkation which divides them from each other. A

nobleman would not be found by any accident to live in that part which

is properly called the City, unless he should be confined for treason or

sedition in Newgate or the Tower. This is the Eastern side; and I

observe, whenever a person says that he lives at the West End of the

Town, there is some degree of consequence connected with the situation:

For instance, my tailor lives at the West End of the Town, and

consequently he is supposed to make my coat in a better style of

fashion: and this opinion is carried so far among the ladies, that, if a

cap was known to come from the City, it would be given to my lady’s

woman, who would give it to the cook, and she perhaps would think it

prudent not to enquire into its pedigree. A transit from the City to the

West End of the Town is the last step of the successful trader, when he

throws off his _exuviæ_ and emerges from his chrysalis state into the

butterfly world of high life. Here are the Hesperides whither the

commercial adventurers repair, not to gather but to enjoy their golden

fruits.

Yet this metropolis of fashion, this capital of the capital itself, has

the most monotonous appearance imaginable.—The streets are perfectly

parallel and uniformly extended brick walls, about forty feet high, with

equally extended ranges of windows and doors, all precisely alike, and

without any appearance of being distinct houses. You would rather

suppose them to be hospitals, arsenals, or public granaries, were it not

for their great extent. Here is a fashion, lately introduced from better

climates, of making _varandas_;—_varandas_ in a country where physicians

recommend double doors and double windows as precautions against the

intolerable cold! I even saw several instances of green penthouses, to

protect the rooms from the heat or light of the sun, fixed against

houses in a northern aspect. At this I expressed some surprise to my

companion: he replied, that his countrymen were the most rational people

in the world when they thought proper to use their understandings, but

that when they lost sight of common sense they were more absurd than any

others, and less dexterous in giving plausibility to nonsense. In

confirmation of this opinion, he instanced another strange fashion which

happened to present itself on the opposite side of the street; a brick

wall up to the first story decorated with a range of Doric columns to

imitate the _façade_ of the Temple of Theseus at Athens, while the upper

part of the house remained as naked as it could be left by the mason’s

trowel.

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