FROM THE SPEECH ON INCENDIARISM IN IRELAND (1844)

The great and all-present evil of the rural districts is this--you have

too many people for the work to be done, and you, the landed

proprietors, are alone responsible for this state of things; and to

speak honestly, I believe many of you know it. I have been charged with

saying out-of-doors that this House is a club of land-owners legislating

for land-owners. If I had not said it, the public must long ago have

found out that fact. My honorable friend the member for Stockport on one

occasion proposed that before you passed a law to raise the price of

bread, you should consider how far you had the power to raise the rates

of wages. What did you say to that? You said that the laborers did not

understand political economy, or they would not apply to Parliament to

raise wages; that Parliament could not raise wages. And yet the very

next thing you did was to pass a law to raise the price of produce of

your own land, at the expense of the very class whose wages you

confessed your inability to increase.

What is the condition of the county of Suffolk? Is it not notorious that

the rents are as high as they were fifty years ago, and probably much

higher? But the return for the farmer's capital is much lower, and the

condition of the laborer is very much worse. The farmers are subject to

the law of competition, and rents are thereby raised from time to time

so as to keep their profits down to the lowest point, and the laborers

by the competition amongst them are reduced to the point below which

life cannot be maintained. Your tenants and laborers are being devoured

by this excessive competition, whilst you, their magnanimous landlords,

shelter yourselves from all competition by the Corn Law yourselves have

passed, and make the competition of all other classes serve still more

to swell your rentals. It was for this object the Corn Law was passed,

and yet in the face of your countrymen you dare to call it a law for the

protection of native industry....

Again, a rural police is kept up by the gentry; the farmers say for the

sole use of watching game and frightening poachers, for which formerly

they had to pay watchers. Is this true, or is it not? I say, then, you

care everything for the rights--and for something beyond the rights--of

your own property, but you are oblivious to its duties. How many lives

have been sacrificed during the past year to the childish infatuation of

preserving game? The noble lord, the member for North Lancashire, could

tell of a gamekeeper killed in an affray on his father's estate in that

county. For the offense one man was hanged, and four men are now on

their way to penal colonies. Six families are thus deprived of husband

and father, that this wretched system of game-preserving may be

continued in a country densely peopled as this is. The Marquis of

Normanby's gamekeeper has been murdered also, and the poacher who shot

him only escaped death by the intervention of the Home Secretary. At

Godalming, in Surrey, a gamekeeper has been murdered; and at Buckhill,

in Buckinghamshire, a person has recently been killed in a poaching

affray. This insane system is the cause of a fearful loss of life; it

tends to the ruin of your tenantry, and is the fruitful cause of the

demoralization of the peasantry. But you are caring for the rights of

property; for its most obvious duties you have no concern. With such a

policy, what can you expect but that which is now passing before you?

It is the remark of a beautiful writer that "to have known nothing but

misery is the most portentous condition under which human nature can

start on its course." Has your agricultural laborer ever known anything

but misery? He is born in a miserable hovel, which in mockery is termed

a house or a home; he is reared in penury: he passes a life of hopeless

and unrequited toil, and the jail or the union house is before him as

the only asylum on this side of the pauper's grave. Is this the result

of your protection to native industry? Have you cared for the laborer

till, from a home of comfort, he has but a hovel for shelter? and have

you cherished him into starvation and rags? I tell you what your boasted

protection is--it is a protection of native idleness at the expense of

the impoverishment of native industry.

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