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TO EARL TALBOT.
And vowed he'd be their master;
OLD SONG. MY LORD,-A man with your vulgar mind could scarcely be expected to act otherwise than you did, at the recent Protectior meeting at Stafford. But as dull as your intellect is naturally, I have no doubt, that the impression made upon your seat of honour,' by the kicks of the shoemakers, will have had some effect in sharpening your understanding.
You thought that the iron rule so long attempted over the people of Staffordshire, by your order, with the brutal assistance of their tenantry,-had rendered you an object of terror, rather than of hate ; of fear, rather than of contempt. You imagined that he whose nod to the foreman of the jury was so potential, when poor innocent Ellis was sent over sea for twenty-one years, had but to express his will on any subject in the Shire Hall of Stafford, and no workingman, at any rate, would dare to gainsay it. Unwarned by the frequent social convulsions of Staffordshire during the last few years, you believed that the numerous hangings had intimidated the people, or that the new immense fortified gaol overawed them.
You were deceived. Your attempt to suppress free opinion at your Protection' meeting, and the hounding of the truncheon blues upon the people to enforce your vulgar will, were met with the sturdy spirit of Englishmen. The bread-taxing propensities of yourself and co-magnates were thwarted; your hirelings were thoroughly beaten ; and as for you—you were treated as if the shoemakers believed a lord was worse than live lumber ! They rivalled each other in visiting your right honourable person most vigorously, in the very quarter where the visitation would inflict the greatest indignity! They pelted you, at last, out of the town!
It seems, then, that you can cause riots, in Staffordshire. It has, now, come to be your turn. Your order feel their power is going; and you care little about breaking the peace, if you can frighten the Queen and little Lord John, by your display of energy, into a restoration of the Corn Laws.
A few poor men addressed the Staffordshire people seven years ago, on their grievances, and a riot took place,—when those who delivered the addresses, although they had no share either in plotting or enacting the violence, -were either imprisoned or transported. You can be permitted to raise violence, and to .floor' your men in the open street, (for they say you fisted it valiantly !)—and you are to escape simply with black eyes and a little kicking. By my fay, but shares are not fairly dealt in this world ?
The world is changing, however, in England, my lord Talbot. wince; but you cannot have your Bread-tax again. And this is but the beginning of mortifications for your order. A few more years and mortgagees will foreclose, and take possession of many of their estates. You are in “a fix," and cannot avoid this. The lowering of rents will only hasten it; and yet you must lower your rents.
Your little hearts' may shrink at the prospect; but why have not your clergy enlightened your minds ? They have always been earnest in teaching my order, that humility was a virtue :why did they not teach yours, that there is a sure and dread retribution which, sooner or later, overtakes the evil doer ? I am, my lord, yours, with real pity,
Letters to Lords Spiritual.
TO THE RIGHT REVEREND THE LORD HARRY OF EXETER.
“Beneath his shadow broad and ample
The slender oaklings sprout;
No oakling hath a doubt
Peter Pindarrics. MY DEAR Bisnor,—May you live a thousand years! How glorious is your image ! how worthily the lesser shepherds of your fold strive to become like you! You are the grand mirror in which true churchmen view their features, and thus become satisfied that they wear the correct visage of orthodoxy.
I give you joy, once more, of the success with which you set forth an example so abounding in virtues. Do not forget, however, to nurture with preferment, this your excellent imitator, the Rector of St. Stephen's, Exeter. He has grown up under your own eye, is your own spiritual child, and you ought to care for him, most tenderly.
The wicked world, you are sure, my dear bishop, will say it was an infamous act to turn the poor boy out of the charity school for carrying round, to his employer's subscribers, the Weekly Dispatch and the Western Times—especially since he was a boy well-behaved and of good character. What impiety? How could the boy's character be good, if he carried such naughty papers to people's doors, the very prints in which you have been so often maltreated ? And then, the lad's mother, having seven children to support, told the Rector and the Committee, that, if it were wrong for her child to do such errands, she was very willing that he should give over-only, she hoped some of the gentlemen would get him another place. What unreasonable impudence ! Only think, my dear bishop, how abominably brass-faced the poor will become, if they be not checked. The young varlet had two shillings due to him ; but he did not get the money : they turned him out, and said he should not have it. Glorious work, my dear bishop! And his two sisters—the young hussies !—they were turned out, too; and their linsey -woolsey charity gowns stripped off their backs. Serve 'em right! For although they had carried no naughty papers round, of course it was very wicked of them to be related to such a wicked boy!
Cleave to the Rector of St. Stephen's, my darling bishop,—for he is a spiritual diamond of the first water. He understands your christianity: he is deep in the very marrow of it. A vulgar dissenter saucily observed, the other day, that Christ would not have done such a shabby thing as this excellent scholar of yours had done. But I told him he was an ignorant heretic and a jackanapes; and that if you could have the schooling of him for a few weeks you would open his eyes.
I congratutate you on the growth of orthodoxy around you, as evinced by heart-cheering incidents like these. It must be a comfort to you, now you are mortified by the vexing delay of the Privy Council, in giving judgment between your right reverend self and that fellow, Gorham. I am, my beloved bishop, yours, ever lovingly,
PEN-AND-INK SKETCH OF LIFE.
(Written at Holmfirth, March 16th, 1849.) WHERE I now write, I listen to the continuous clank of the weaver's shuttle, from five in the morning until ten at night; and, from Monday to Saturday, do husband and wife toil on-claiming no intermissions except those that are imperative from physical necessities, and she, poor wan wretch! struggling between the wants of a child at the breast, and the hungerpinched importunities of three other hungry children. These two are a sober frugal family; and, in their situation, are thought well off. Three times a day they mess on porridge; and on Sunday are looked for at church or chapel. Must not this continued toilsomeness unrewarded, this continual wasting of the frame of man and woman, sicken the heart, and dry up the soul ?
These poor weavers, too, are producers; and Labour and Land are the sources of capital. The Labour is the property in man; the Land is from nature, the field of man's exercise. Capital exists because of labourers ; yet have they no possessions. There are county halls and libraries; a young lady has just lectured on poetry at the Mechanics’ Institution ; there is a newly built Gothic church on the rising hill; and an installed pastor. Very good things, perhaps, all of them. But when will sweet sounds from ladies lips reach the poor weaver's home? What will the well-spoken prayers do for the poor man's children? Of what value is your library to that white, and tortured mother?
There is a numerous class of human beings endowed with every natural capacity for mental and physical enjoyments, who are never reached by these liberal institutions; and have no means of reaching them. The building society, the benefit club, the saving's bank, may be all useful and hopeful for the better-paid operatives, or rich man's menial; but are nonexistent, practically, to the weavers. Their life is a blank; or, what is worse, a continued struggle of ebbing life, only cheered by the hope of a procrastinated death!
I know that all this will be lost on men of naturally weak morality, who are unacquainted with poverty, and yet pride themselves on the exactness of their views. They will say, " It is all improvidence.” Or, perhaps, they will speak a few unmeaning words and end with, “ It is the will of God!" There is a disposition among well-to-do men to shun poverty. In their sunshine, they flutter like the butterflies in our gardens, and alight now and then on rare flowers, to return to their companions and talk of what they have seen. Such visitors are only acquainted with misery by name. They can form no really correct idea of the sufferings and wants of the
poor. I complain of this disposition in English society: it shuts us out from each other, and makes us a talking, doubting race." We do not know each other. Our novelists and artists give us pictures of life; but they are caricatures: not real transcripts of existence. And when workingmen write,--they write of what is most distant from them. They desire relief, and cannot write of misery. Their songs are even sometimes heroic. Our divines preach in their books, exhort, threaten, save or damn by turns. They are priests--mere priests, not jesuits--but mere priests of the temple. The book of the loom will be a short sad book. Such a book as the late William Thom could have written.
It is this moral inability to know and feel misery, that disqualifies even the well-intentioned rich to judge of the poor. I think it was M. Arago who was told by a workman at the barricades, that he had never felt hunger, and could not think for workingmen. The speech of that French operative was true; a brief, but great speech. It was the long stifled voice of hunger: more piercing than lightning!
Rich cynic, cast aside thy fine linen and sumptuous table ! turn out from thy soft carpetted rooms, and be changed in all things.--which you cannot be, —but, make the trial !-endeavour to have no past but miserysent but want-no future but woe—no ambition but death ; and
even then thou wilt not “ feel what wretches feel !"
SAMUEL M. KYDD.
44, High Street, Dundee, 15th January, 1850. Dear Sir,- I trust you will not deem it impertinent in me, to direct your attention to what seems an oversight, in your article entitled “ Critical Exegesis of Gospel History,” in the first No. of your Journal; and which might perhaps be corrected in a new impression. I need not remind you that you will need to look well to your positions in that article, for, depend upon it, they will be severely criticised. I have no doubt but you are right in anticipating that many will censure you for the publication of these discourses, but I am not of those who will do so. Fervently do I long to see the history of Jesus of Nazareth—“the most perfect exponent of the Absolute Religion,” as Theodore Parker calls it-stripped of all improbable and impossible legends, and made credible on the ordinary principles of human judgment. This, I believe, you will aid to accomplish by your Critical Exegesis. The oversight I refer to, is that in the table of genealogy, the fourth name on page 14, is misprinted ; 'Amariah :' it should be Amaziah. Also, in the list from Luke, Melchi, is omitted from between, 'Addi’and • Neri.' Its insertion will make the number of Luke's generations twenty instead of nineteen-opposed to Matthew's eleven.
It is not very clear from Chronicles whether Salathiel was grandfather or uncle of Zorobabel. I rather think he was the latter. It seems clear, however, that the Nathan mentioned in Luke is not the prophet of that name, as you have assumed ; but a son of David, who is mentioned in 2 Sam. 5 ch. 14 v., and 1 Chron. 3 ch., 5 v., and, perhaps, in Zechariah 12 ch., 12 v. It would, I think, tend to prevent cavil, were the sentence on page 14, commencing “ Test this scheme and concluding " for a crime"-changed to something like the following :-"Test this scheme of explanation, and it is destroyed as soon as you commence ; for we know from the Old Testament (2 Sam. 14, v. and i Chron. iii.5) that Solomon and