Spain — Russia and Turkey — Sir R. Peel’s Pictures — Peel and Stanley —
Lord Brougham’s Judicial Changes — Lord Brougham’s Defence — Admission
of Dissenters to the Universities — Lord Denman’s Peerage —
Growing Ascendency of Peel — An Apology for Lord Brougham — Personal
Reflections — Crime in Dorsetshire — Spain and Portugal — Procession of
the Trades’ Unions — Lady Hertford’s Funeral — Petition of the London
University for a Charter — Repeal of the Union — Excitement of the
King — Brougham and Eldon at the Privy Council — Duke of Wellington’s
Aversion to the Whigs — Lord Brougham and Lord Wynford — Fête at
Petworth — Lord Brougham’s Conduct on the Pluralities Bill — Crisis in
the Cabinet — Prince Lieven recalled — Stanley, Graham, and the Duke
of Richmond resign on the Irish Church Bill — History of the Crisis —
Ward’s Motion defeated by moving the previous question — Affairs of
Portugal — Effects of the late Change — Oxford Commemoration — Peel’s
Declaration — Festival in Westminster Abbey — Don Carlos on his way to
Spain — Stanley’s ‘Thimble-rig’ Speech — Resignation of Lord Grey —
Mr. Greville’s account of the Causes of his Retirement — The Government
reconstituted by Lord Melbourne — Lord Duncannon Secretary of State.
I have been laid up with the gout for
the greater part of a fortnight, but went to Newmarket for
two days to get well, and succeeded. Weather like summer,
nothing particularly new, a long debate on the Corn Laws,
which being called an open question, the Ministers voted
different ways—that is, all the Cabinet voted one way, but
the underlings took their own course. Half the Ruralists
are furious with Government for their indecision and way
of acting on this question, but I am so totally ignorant upon
it that I cannot enter into their indignation, or exactly
understand from what it proceeds. It was pretty to see
Graham and Poulett Thomson, like two game-cocks got
loose from one pen, pecking at and spurring one another.
RUSSIA AND TURKEY.
Everybody agrees that the debate was very dull, and that is
all they do agree upon.
George Villiers writes to his family from Spain, that
nothing can be worse and more unpromising than the state of
that country. Notwithstanding his Liberal opinions and
desire to see a system of constitutional freedom established
in the Peninsula, he is obliged to confess that Spain is not
fit for such a boon, and that the materials do not exist out of
which such a social edifice can be constructed. He regards
with dismay and sorrow the tendency towards irremediable
confusion and political convulsions, and sees no daylight
through the dark prospect. He appears to regret Zea, to
whose removal he contributed, and finds more difficulties in
dealing with the present Ministers than he had with him.
There is a fresh démêlé with Russia on
account of a new treaty concluded by Achmet Pacha at St.
Petersburg. By this Russia agrees to remit six millions of
the ten which Turkey owes her, and to give up the Principalities,
but she keeps the fortress of Silistria and the military
road, which gives her complete command over them. The
Sultan, ‘not to be outdone in generosity,’ in return for so
much, kindly cedes to Russia a slip of sea-coast on the Black
Sea, adjoining another portion already ceded by the Treaty
of Adrianople as far south as Poti. This territorial acquisition
is not considerable in itself, but it embraces the
line of communication with Persia, by which we have a vast
traffic, and which Russia will be able at any time to interrupt.
This new transaction, so quietly and plausibly effected,
has thrown our Government into a great rage, and especially
his Majesty King William, who insisted upon a dozen ships
being sent off forthwith to the Mediterranean. Nothing
vigorous, however, has been done, and Palmerston has
contented himself with writing to Lord Ponsonby, desiring
him to exhort the Sultan not to ratify this treaty, and rather
to pay (or more properly, continue to owe) the whole ten
millions than accede to the wily proposal. This advice will
probably seem more friendly than disinterested, and I have
not the slightest idea of the Sultan’s listening to it. He has,
in fact, become the vassal of Russia, and his lot is settled in
this respect, for from Russia he has most to fear and most
to hope. The conduct of our Government in this question,
has been marked by nothing but negligence and indecision,
vainly blustering and threatening at one moment and
tamely submitting and acquiescing at another, ‘willing to
wound and yet afraid to strike,’ treating Russia as if she
was the formidable foe of Turkey, and allowing her so to act
as to make Turkey think her an ally and protectress, and
finally to throw herself into Russia’s arms.
I went yesterday morning to Peel’s house, to see his
pictures; since we met at Buckenham we have got rather
intimate. The fact is that, though I have never been a great
admirer of his character, and probably he is not improved in
high-mindedness, I am so sensible of his capacity, and of the
need in which we stand of him, that I wish to see him again
in power, and he is a very agreeable man into the bargain.
His collection is excellent, and does honour to his taste.
We talked of various matters, but the thing that struck me
most was what he said had passed between him and Stanley
the night before indicative of such good feeling between
them. It was about the job of Lord Plunket’s with regard
to the Deanery of Down (concerning which they say there is
a very good case; not that it will do, be it ever so good, for
Plunket has a bad name, and public opinion will not pause
or retract in any concern of his). He and Stanley met at
Madame de Lieven’s ball, and Peel said to him, ‘Why did
you let that appointment take place?’ Stanley replied,
‘The fact is, I could not give the true and only excuse for
Plunket, viz., that he had signed the report, but had never
read it.’ Peel said, ‘You had better give him some other
deanery and cancel this appointment.’ They talked for a
long time, but this tone and this advice exhibit a state of
sentiment by no means incompatible with a future union,
when matters are ripe for it. I found Peel full of curiosity
to know for what purpose Brougham and Denman had been
hunting each other about the County of Beds. The Chief
Justice was on the circuit at Bedford, and the Chancellor
LORD BROUGHAM’S JUDICIAL CHANGES.
sent to him by special messenger to appoint a meeting.
The Chancellor went to Ampthill, and then to Bedford.
The Chief Justice had left Bedford in the morning, and
went towards London. Brougham had left his carriage at
Ampthill and hired a job one, that he might enter Bedford
incognito. Somewhere between Barnet and St. Albans they
met, and returned to town together in the Chancellor’s job
coach. They went to Lord Grey’s, and the next day Denman
returned to the circuit, which he had left without notice
to his brother judge or to anybody—a mystery.
Heard last night the explanation of the
above. Brougham found that Williams would not do in the
Exchequer, so he shuffled up the judges and redealt them.
Williams was shoved up to the Common Pleas, Bosanquet
sent to the King’s Bench, and James Parke put into the
Exchequer. I thought this was odd, because the Exchequer
is an inferior court; but I was told that Parke likes to be
with Lord Lyndhurst, who has now made the Court of
Exchequer of primary importance. 48,000 writs were issued
from the Exchequer last year, and only 39,000 from the
King’s Bench. I forget what the proportions used to be,
but enormously the other way. It is quite ludicrous to talk
to any lawyer about the Chancellor; the ridicule and aversion
he has excited are universal. They think he has degraded
the profession, and his tricks are so palpable, numerous,
and mean, that political partiality can neither screen
nor defend them. As to the separation of the judicial from
the ministerial duties of his office, it is in great measure
accomplished without any legislative act, for nobody ever
thinks of bringing an original cause into his Court. He has
nothing to hear but appeals, which must come before him,
and lunacy and other matters, over which he has sole jurisdiction.
The night before last Sheil brought on a
debate on the Turkish question, when Palmerston made a
wretched speech, and Peel attacked him very smartly, as it
is his delight to do, for he dislikes Palmerston. Talleyrand
said to me last night, ‘Palmerston a très-bien parlé.’ I
told him everybody thought it pitiable. He certainly took
care to flatter France and not to offend Russia. In the
Lords Brougham took occasion, in replying to some question
of Ellenborough’s, to defend himself from the charges which
have been brought against him of negligence and incapacity
in his judicial office, and he made out a good case for
himself as far as industry and despatch are concerned.
Nobody ever denied him the merit of the former quality.
The virulent attacks of the Tory press (that is, of the
‘Morning Post,’ by Praed, for the ‘Standard’ rather defends
him) have overshot their mark, and, though the general
opinion of the Bar seems to condemn him as a bad Chancellor,
he is probably not near so bad as they endeavour to
make him out. A mind so vigorous as his will master
difficulties in a short time at which an inferior capacity
would in vain hammer away for years; but his life, habits,
and turn of mind seem all incompatible with profound law-learning.
He said to Sefton, after he had spoken, ‘They had
better leave me alone. I was afraid that when Londonderry
was gone nobody would attack me, and I did not think
Ellenborough would have been damned fool enough.’ They
certainly can’t get the best of him at the gab.
George Villiers continues to give a deplorable account of
Spanish affairs—of the imbecility of the Government, and of
the conduct of the Queen, about whom the stories of gallantry
are quite true, and he says it has done irreparable injury
to her cause. An embassy had arrived from Pedro, with a
proposition that they should concert a combined operation
for crushing the Miguelites and the Carlists both, beginning
with the former. George Villiers seems to think it feasible,
but doubts if the Spanish Government has sufficient energy
and courage to undertake such an operation.
Dined with Peel on Saturday; a great
dinner with the Duke of Gloucester and the Ambassadors.
The day before, in the House of Lords, Lord Grey presented
a petition from certain members of the University of Cambridge,
praying for the admission of Dissenters to take
degrees, which he introduced with a very good speech. The
DINNER AT SIR ROBERT PEEL’S.
Duke of Gloucester, who, as Chancellor of the University,
ought properly to have said whatever there was to say, was
not there (in which Silly Billy did a wise thing), so the Duke
of Wellington rose to speak in his stead. It may have been
that considering himself to stand in the Duke of Gloucester’s
shoes, he could not make too foolish a speech, and accordingly
he delivered one of those harangues which make men
shrug their shoulders with pity or astonishment. It is
always a matter of great regret to me when he exposes himself
in this manner. After dinner at Peel’s I talked to
Lyndhurst about it, who said, ‘Unlucky thing that Chancellorship
of Oxford; it will make him commit himself in
a very inconvenient manner. The Duke is so very obstinate;
if he thought that it was possible to act any longer
upon those High Church principles it would be all very well,
but you have transferred power to a class of a lower description,
and particularly to the great body of Dissenters,
and it is obvious that those principles are now out of date;
the question is, under the circumstances, What is best
to be done?’ Lord Ellenborough entirely threw the Duke
over, and made a very good speech, agreeing to the prayer
of the petitioners, with the reservation only of certain securities
which Lord Grey himself approves of. I dined with
him the day following, and he said so, adding at the same
time, ‘though I dare say they will consider them as an insult,
and make great complaints at their imposition. However, I
don’t care for that, and if they don’t choose to accept what
is offered them on such conditions, they may go without it.’
There are two things which strike one (at least strike me) in
the discussion—that of the two principal actors the Duke of
Wellington is incomparably a man of a more vigorous understanding,
and of greater firmness, energy, and decision than
Lord Grey, but that Lord Grey appears like an accomplished
orator, and prudent, sagacious, liberal statesman, while the
other exhibits bigoted, narrow-minded views, ignorance almost
discreditable, and nothing but a blind zeal in deference to
the obstinate prejudices of the academical body with which
he has connected himself. Who would imagine (who heard
the two men and knew nothing more of them) that the
latter is in reality immensely superior to the former in mind
and understanding? Nor must it be supposed that the Duke
of Wellington, if he came into power, would act in a manner
corresponding with his declared opinions. Very far from it;
he would do just as he did with regard to the Test Act and
the Catholic question, and if he was at the head of the
Government, he would calculate what sort and amount of
concession it was necessary to make, and would make it,
without caring a farthing about the University of Oxford or
his own former speeches. The ‘Times’ in its remarks on
his speech was very insolent, but excessively droll.
Denman’s peerage is much abused; it is entirely the Chancellor’s
doing. Denman has no fortune and a feeble son to
succeed him, and it was hoped that the practice of making all
the Chief Justices Peers would have been discontinued in his
person. Brougham wrote to Lyndhurst, ostensibly to inform
him of this event, but really to apologise for the misstatements
he had made in his speech about the business he
(Lyndhurst) had done in the House of Lords and in the
Court of Chancery. Lyndhurst said (to me), ‘What nonsense
it is. He has done all he could do, and so did his predecessors
before him; he has sat as long as he could, and if he
has not got through as much business it is because counsel
have made longer speeches, for I am told his practice is
never to interrupt them, to take away his papers, and come
down a few days after and deliver a written judgment.’
On Sunday at dinner at Lord Grey’s I sat next to Charles
Grey, who talked of the House of Commons, and said
that there could be no question of Peel’s superiority over
everybody there, that Stanley had not done so well this
session, had displayed so much want of judgment now, as
well as formerly, that he was evidently not fit to be leader.
He owned that Peel’s conduct was very fair as well as
prudent, and said that if his father was to resign, he himself,
and he believed many others, would be willing to support
a Government headed by Peel. It is remarkable how men’s
minds are gradually turning to Peel. I was amused yesterday
ADMISSION OF DISSENTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.
with Poulett Thomson, who told me that Peel had been
very courteous to him, and that they had some important
points of coincidence of opinion; that Peel did not like
Graham, Palmerston, or Grant, but to the rest of the Government
he was remarkably civil. I think he reckons without
his host if he calculates upon Peel’s politeness extending to
the offer of a place to our Vice-President in the event of his
coming in.
At the beginning of the week there was
a discussion in the House of Commons which lasted for
three mornings on the Cambridge petition. Spring Rice,
O’Connell, Stanley, and Palmerston spoke for it; Goulburn,
Inglis, and Peel against it. Old Cobbett made as mischievous
a speech as he could to blow the coals between the parties.
Peel spoke last, and as usual very well; but several people
expected he would have supported it, and have abstained
(from prudential motives) from saying anything likely to
offend the Dissenters. I expected no such thing; he was
not violent, and addressed his argument to the weak parts of
his adversaries’ speeches rather than against the general
principles of toleration; and I still think that when the
great question of concessions to the Dissenters comes to be
argued he will not be found in the ranks of their virulent
and uncompromising opponents. It would have been an
extraordinary thing indeed if he had all of a sudden stood
forth in the character of an anti-Churchman, for such he
especially would have been considered if he had united himself
with the petitioners, and he would have disgusted and
alienated all the High Churchmen and High Tories to a degree
which must have made a fresh and irreconcilable breach between
them. This would not have been judicious in his
position, and I am satisfied that he took the most prudent
course. I am the more satisfied of it from the circumstance
that his speech by no means gave unalloyed pleasure to the
‘Standard,’ which is the organ of the High Church party. I
feel it a strange thing to find myself the advocate and
admirer of Peel; but there is such a dearth of talent, his
superiority is so obvious, and it is so very desirable that
something like strength should be infused into the Government,
that I am compelled to overlook his faults without
being the least blind to them. I ascribe to him no more
elevation of character than I did before; but we must take
what we can get and make use of the existing materials, and
for this reason I watch with anxiety his conduct, because I
am persuaded that he is under present circumstances our
best and only refuge.
The Vice-Chancellor[1]
called on me the other day, and
talking over the business that had been done by Brougham,
and the recent discussion about it, he said that he had taken
the trouble to examine the returns of hearings, decrees, and
orders, and he found that there was scarcely a shade of difference
between what had been done severally by Eldon, Lyndhurst,
and Brougham in equal spaces of time. (Eldon and
Lyndhurst had the Bankruptcy business besides.) This is a
clear case for the Chancellor, and it is only fair that it should
be known. His friends think him much altered in spirits and
appearance; he has never shaken off his unhappiness at his
brother’s death, to whom he seems to have been tenderly
attached. It is only justice to acknowledge his virtues in
private life, which are unquestionably conspicuous. I am
conscious of having often spoken of him with asperity, and
it is some satisfaction to my conscience to do him this justice.
When the greatest (I will not say the best) men are often
influenced by pique or passion, by a hundred petty feelings
which their philosophy cannot silence or their temperament
obeys, it is no wonder that we poor wretches who are cast in
less perfect moulds should be still more liable to these pernicious
influences; and it is only by keeping an habitual
watch over our own minds and thoughts, and steadily resolving
never to be turned from considerations of justice and
truth, that we can hope to walk through life with integrity
and impartiality. I believe what I have said of Brougham
to be correct in the main—that he is false, tricking, ambitious,
and unprincipled, and as such I will show him up when
PERSONAL REFLECTIONS.
I can—but though I do not like him and he has offended
me—that is, has wounded my vanity (the greatest of all
offences)—I only feel it the more necessary on that account
to be on my guard against my own impressions and prejudices,
and to take every opportunity of exhibiting the
favourable side of the picture, and render justice to the
talents and virtues which cannot be denied him.
Yesterday I was forty years old, an anniversary
much too melancholy to think of;
and when I reflect
how intolerably these forty years have been wasted, how
unprofitably spent, how little store laid up for the future,
how few the pleasurable recollections of the past, a feeling of
pain and humiliation comes across me that makes my cheeks
tingle and burn as I write. It is very seldom that I indulge
in moralising in this Journal of mine; if anybody ever reads
it, what will they care for my feelings and regrets? It is no
reason, they will think, that because I have wasted my time
they should waste theirs in reading the record of follies
which are nothing more than the great mass of the world
are every day committing; idleness, vanity, and selfishness
are our besetting sins, and we are perpetually whirled about
by one or other of them. It is certainly more amusing, both
to other people and to myself (when I look back at what I
have written), to read the anecdotes and events of the day
than all this moral stuff (by which I mean stuff as applied
to me, not as being despicable in itself), but every now and
then the fancy takes me, and I think I find relief by giving
vent on paper to that which I cannot say to anybody.
‘Cela fait partie de cette doctrine intérieure qu’il ne faut
jamais communiquer’ (Stendhal). Jam satis est, and I will
go to other things—the foreign or domestic scraps I have
picked up.
Parliament being en relâche, there are few people in town.
William Ponsonby, whom I met the other evening, told me
he had just returned from the assizes at Dorchester, where
some men had been convicted of illegal association. On the
event of this trial, he said, the lower and labouring classes had
their eyes fixed, and the conviction was therefore of great
consequence; any relaxation of the sentence would have been
impossible under the circumstances, and though a great disposition
was evinced, partly by the press, by petitions, and
by some speeches in Parliament, to get them left off more
easily, Melbourne very wisely did not wait for more manifestations,
but packed them off, and they are gone. William
Ponsonby told me that the demoralisation in that part of the
country is very great—the distress not severe, no political
disaffection, but a recklessness, a moral obtuseness, exceedingly
disgusting. There was a certain trial, or rather case
(for the grand jury could not find a bill), in which a woman
had murdered a child, got by her son out of a girl who lodged
in her cottage. The only evidence by which she could have
been convicted would have been that of the son himself, and
he refused to speak. The crime went unpunished; but I
mention this to introduce what grew out of it. One of the
lawyers said that in the course of the investigations which
this case had occasioned it had been discovered (though not
in a way which admitted of any proofs being adduced and
any measures adopted upon it) that there was a woman whose
trade was to get rid of bastard children, either by procuring
abortions or destroying them when born, and that she had a
regular price for either
operation.[2]
I don’t suppose that the
average state of morals is much worse in one county than in
another; but it is very remarkable that while education has
been more widely diffused than heretofore, and there is a
strong Puritanical spirit at work and vast talk about religious
observances, there should be such a brutish manifestation of
the moral condition of the lower classes, and that they should
be apparently so little humanised and reclaimed by either
education or religion. In this country all is contrast—contrast
between wealth the most enormous and poverty the
most wretched, between an excess of sanctity and an atrocity
of crime.
OXFORD ADDRESS TO THE KING.
George Villiers and Howard write equally bad accounts
from their respective Courts, neither seeing any hope of the
termination of the Peninsular contests, and each of them alike
disgusted with the men they have to deal with. Howard
says that we could put an end to the Portuguese affair whenever
we chose, and that they would submit to British power
without thinking it a degradation; that Miguel is not popular
in Portugal, but that the priests have made a crusade against
Pedro and Liberal principles, and that they drive the peasantry
into the Miguelite ranks by the terrors of excommunication;
that the only reason why Pedro’s military operations are
successful is that he has got an English corps, against which
the Portuguese will not fight.
At Buckenham and Newmarket for the last
fortnight, and all things forgotten but racing. Seymour
Bathurst’s sudden death called me up to town on Tuesday
night, to go to Court on Wednesday. Then I saw the Duke
of Wellington march up at the head of the Doctors to
present the Oxford petition, attired in his academical robes;
and as I looked at him thus bedight, and then turned my
eyes to his portraits in the pictures of his battles which
adorn the walls, I thought how many and various were the
parts he had played. He made a great boggling of reading
his petition, for it was on a long and broad parchment, and
he required both hands to hold it and one to hold his glasses.
This is the day for the procession of the Trade Unions, and
all London is alive with troops, artillery and police. I don’t
suppose anything will happen, and so much has the general
alarm of these Unions subsided that there is very little apprehension,
though some curiosity to see how it goes off.
Nothing could go off more quietly than the
procession on Monday. There were about 25,000 men,
mostly well dressed, no noise or tumult, a vast crowd. It
was a failure altogether; Melbourne’s answer was good.
They say 250,000 men are enrolled in the Unions, and the
slang name for those who won’t belong to them is ‘dungs;’
the intimidation used is great. There was quite as great
a crowd assembled yesterday to see old Lady Hertford’s
funeral go by. The King sent all the royal carriages, and
every other carriage in London was there, I believe—a
pompous piece of folly, and the King’s compliment rather
a queer one, as the only ground on which she could claim
such an honour was that of having been George IV.’s mistress.
Brougham made one of his exhibitions in the House of Lords
the other night about the Cambridge petition, quizzing the
Duke of Gloucester with mock gravity. It was very droll
and very witty, I fancy, but very unbecoming his station.
Last night O’Connell spoke for five hours on the repeal of the
Union.
Yesterday the Privy Council met to hear the
London University petition, praying for a charter, and the
counter-petitions of Oxford and Cambridge and the medical
bodies. The assemblage was rather curious, considering the
relative political position of some of the parties. All the
Cabinet Ministers were summoned; Lords Grey and Holland
were there, the Chancellor, Denman, Lyndhurst, Eldon, the
two Archbishops, and the Bishop of London. Old Eldon got a
fall as he came into the house and hurt his head. Brougham
and the rest were full of civilities and tenderness, but he
said ‘it was of no consequence, for the brains had been
knocked out long ago.’ Wetherell made an amusing speech,
and did not conclude. It is seldom that the sounds of
merriment are heard within those walls, but he made the
Lords laugh and the gallery too. There were Allen of
Holland House and Phillpotts sitting cheek by jowl to hear
the discussion.
More than three weeks, and rebus Newmarketianis
versatus, I have written nothing. The debate on
the repeal of the Union was more remarkable for the length
than the excellence of the speeches, except Spring Rice’s,
which was both long and good, and Peel’s, the latter supereminently
so. O’Connell spoke for five hours and a quarter,
and Rice for six hours; each occupied a night, after the
manner of American orators. The minority was much
smaller than was expected. Since that the only question of
consequence in the House of Commons has been the Pension
LONDON UNIVERSITY CHARTER.
List, on which Government got a larger majority than they
had hoped for, and such an one as to set the matter at rest for
some time. Peel again spoke very well, and old Byng made
a very independent, gentlemanlike speech. Independence
now-a-days relates more to constituents than to the governing
power. Nobody is suspected of being dependent on the
Crown or the Minister, and the question is if a man be independent
of the popular cry or of his own constituency.
The King has been exhibiting some symptoms of a disordered
mind, not, however, amounting to anything like
actual derangement, only morbid irritability and activity—reviewing
the Guards and blowing up people at Court. He
made the Guards, both horse and foot, perform their evolutions
before him; he examined their barracks, clothes, arms,
and accoutrements, and had a musket brought to him, that
he might show them the way to use it in some new sort of
exercise he wanted to introduce; in short, he gave a great
deal of trouble and made a fool of himself. He was very
angry with Lord de Saumarez for not attending Keat’s
funeral, and still more angry because he would begin explaining
and apologizing, first at the levee and then at the
drawing-room; and he reprehended him very sharply at
both places. An explanation afterwards took place through
Lord Camden, to whom he said that he was angry because
de Saumarez would prate at the levee, when he told him
that it was not a proper place for discussing the subject.
The debate at the Council Board terminated after two
more days’ speaking. It was tiresome on the whole.
Brougham is a bad presiding judge, for he will talk so much
to the counsel, and being very anxious to abbreviate the
business, he ought to have avoided saying pungent things,
which elicited rejoinders and excited heat. The extreme
gravity and patient attention of old Eldon struck me forcibly
as contrasted with the air of ennui, the frequent and audible
yawns, and the flippant and sarcastic interruptions of the
Chancellor. Wetherell made a very able speech, which he
afterwards published. The most striking incident occurred
in an answer of Bickersteth’s to one of the Chancellor’s
interruptions. He said, talking of degrees, ‘Pray, Mr.
Bickersteth, what is to prevent the London University
granting degrees now?’ to which, he replied, ‘The universal
scorn and contempt of mankind.’ Brougham said no more;
the effect was really fine. There was a little debate upon
Portugal in the House of Commons on Friday, in which
Palmerston got roughly handled by Baring. A report was
believed that Don Carlos had sailed for England, and that
an agreement had been concluded between Miguel and
Pedro, but it turned out to be false. Nobody, however,
doubts that the quadruple alliance will settle the Portuguese
business, if not the Spanish.
There was a report yesterday that Palmerston
was out and Durham in his place. The latter was
under the gallery when Palmerston made that woful exhibition
the other night, and must have been well satisfied.
I met Peel at dinner yesterday, and after it he talked to me of
this report, which he concluded was not true; but he said that
Palmerston had seemed bereft of his senses, and that in his
speech he had attempted a new line quite unusual with him—that
of humour—and anything so miserable he had never
heard. He then talked of Stanley; expressed his indignation
at hearing O’Connell bepraised by the men he is always
vilifying, especially by Stanley himself, of whom he had
spoken in the early part of the same night in such terms as
these: ‘The honourable gentleman, with his usual disregard
of veracity, ...’ and again ‘he attacked him, but took
care how he attacked others, who he knew were not restrained
by obligations such as he was under to bear with
his language;’ in other words, calling him a liar and a
coward; and after this Stanley condescended to flatter him
and applaud his speech. He said that he had expected
better things of Stanley, and was really distressed to hear it.
I dined with the Duke of Wellington on Saturday.
Arbuthnot was there, and he said the Duke is in a state of
unutterable disgust with the present Government and their
proceedings, particularly with their foreign policy, which he
fancies they shape in systematic and wilful opposition to his
DUKE OF WELLINGTON AND THE WHIGS.
own. This, of course, is merely his imagination, and rather
a preposterous notion. He says the Duke does not think
well of the state of the country, but that he grasps with
eagerness at any symptoms of returning or increasing prosperity,
and (what is rather inconsistent with his bad opinion
of affairs) he is always telling the foreigners (i.e. the Ambassadors)
who talk to him that they will fall into a great
error if they think the power or resources of England in any
way impaired. His antipathy to the Whigs, is, however,
invincible, and of very ancient date, as this proves. Arbuthnot
said that he was looking over a box of papers the
other day, and hit upon the copy of a letter he had written
to Lord Liverpool, by desire of some of his principal colleagues,
to dissuade him from quitting office, which, he
thought of doing at the time of the first Lady Liverpool’s
death. With it there was a scrap on which was written,
‘Taken down from the Duke of Wellington’s own lips;’ and
this was an argument that, in the event of his refusing, he
(the Duke) should think himself at liberty to join any other
party or set of men, but that his great object was to keep
the Whigs out of power, as he was convinced that whenever
they got in they would ruin the country. Lord Liverpool
said that they (The Tories) had been too long in possession
of the Government.
Newmarket, Epsom, and so forth. Nothing
remarkably new. In the House of Commons the Poor Law
Bill has been going on smoothly; in the House of Lords
little of note but one of Brougham’s exhibitions. Old
Wynford brought in a very absurd Bill for the better observance
of the Sabbath (an old sinner he, who never cared
three straws for the Sabbath), which Brougham attacked
with excessive virulence and all his powers of ridicule and
sarcasm. His speech made everybody laugh, very heartily,
but on a division, the Bishops all voting with Wynford, the
latter carried the second reading by three in a very thin
House. The next day the Chancellor came down with a
protest, written in his most pungent style, very smart, but
more like a bit of an article in the ‘Edinburgh Review’ than
a Parliamentary protest. Wynford was in the House when
he entered his protest, and he called out to him, ‘Holloa,
Best, look at my protest!’
There is a very strong impression abroad that the King is
cracked, and I dare say there is some truth in it. He gets
so very choleric, and is so indecent in his wrath. Besides
his squabble with old Lord de Saumarez, he broke out the
other day at the Exhibition (Somerset House). They were
showing him the pictures, and Sir Martin Shee (I believe,
but am not sure), pointing out Admiral Napier’s, said, ‘That
is one of our naval heroes; to which his Majesty was
pleased to reply that if he served him right he should kick
him downstairs for so terming him. But the maddest
thing of all is what appeared in the ‘Gazette’ of Tuesday—the
peerage conferred on ——. She is a disreputable, half-mad
woman! he, perhaps, thought it fair to give her this
compensation for not being Queen, for he wanted to marry
her, and would have done so if the late king would have
consented.
On Monday last I went to Petworth, and saw the finest
fête that could be given. Lord Egremont has been accustomed
some time in the winter to feast the poor of the
adjoining parishes (women and children, not men) in the
riding-house and tennis court, where they were admitted
by relays. His illness prevented the dinner taking place;
but when he recovered he was bent upon having it, and, as
it was put off till the summer, he had it arranged in the
open air, and a fine sight it was; fifty-four tables, each fifty
feet long, were placed in a vast semicircle on the lawn before
the house. Nothing could be more amusing than to look at
the preparations. The tables were all spread with cloths,
and plates, and dishes; two great tents were erected in the
middle to receive the provisions, which were conveyed in
carts, like ammunition. Plum puddings and loaves were
piled like cannon balls, and innumerable joints of boiled and
roast beef were spread out, while hot joints were prepared in
the kitchen, and sent forth as soon as the firing of guns
announced the hour of the feast. Tickets were given to the
FÊTE AT PETWORTH.
inhabitants of a certain district, and the number was about
4,000; but, as many more came, the old Peer could not
endure that there should be anybody hungering outside his
gates, and he went out himself and ordered the barriers to be
taken down and admittance given to all. They think 6,000
were fed. Gentlemen from the neighbourhood carved for
them, and waiters were provided from among the peasantry.
The food was distributed from the tents and carried off upon
hurdles to all parts of the semicircle. A band of music
paraded round, playing gay airs. The day was glorious—an
unclouded sky and soft southern breeze. Nothing could
exceed the pleasure of that fine old fellow; he was in and
out of the windows of his room twenty times, enjoying the
sight of these poor wretches, all attired in their best, cramming
themselves and their brats with as much as they could
devour, and snatching a day of relaxation and happiness.
After a certain time the women departed, but the park
gates were thrown open: all who chose came in, and walked
about the shrubbery and up to the windows of the house.
At night there was a great display of fireworks, and I should
think, at the time they began, not less than 10,000 people
were assembled. It was altogether one of the gayest and
most beautiful spectacles I ever saw, and there was something
affecting in the contemplation of that old man—on the verge
of the grave, from which he had only lately been reprieved,
with his mind as strong and his heart as warm as ever—rejoicing
in the diffusion of happiness and finding keen
gratification in relieving the distresses and contributing to
the pleasures of the poor. I thought how applicable to him,
mutatis mutandis, was that panegyric of Burke’s on the
Indian kings: ‘delighting to reign in the dispensation of
happiness during the contracted space of human life, strained
with all the reachings and graspings of a vivacious mind to
extend the dominion of his bounty ... and to perpetuate
himself from generation to generation as the guardian, the
protector, the nourisher of mankind.’
The Chancellor, who loves to unbosom himself
to Sefton because he knows the latter thinks him the
finest fellow breathing, tells him that it is nuts to him to be
attacked by noble Lords in the Upper House, and that they
had better leave him alone if they care for their own hides.
Since he loves these assaults, last night he got his bellyful,
for he was baited by a dozen at least, and he did not come
out of the mêlée so chuckling and happy as usual. The
matter related to the Pluralities Bill, which he had introduced
some nights before, in an empty House, without giving
notice, and after having told many people (the Archbishop
of York among others) that there was nothing more to be
done that night. In short, he was at his tricks again, lying
and shuffling, false and then insolent, and all for no discernible
end. The debate exhibits a detail of his misstatements,
and of all his wriggling and plunging to get out of the
scrape he had got himself into. It is because scarcely any or
rather no motive was apparent that it is with difficulty believed
that he meant to deceive anybody. But it is in the nature
of the man; he cannot go straightforward; some object, no
matter how trivial, presents itself to his busy and distempered
mind, and he immediately begins to think by what
artifice and what underhand work he can bring it about;
and thus he exposes himself to the charges of dishonourable
conduct without any adequate consideration or cause. He
reminds me of the man in ‘Jonathan Wild’ who was a
rogue by force of habit, who could not keep his hand out of
his neighbour’s pocket though he knew there was nothing
in it, nor help cheating at cards though he was aware he
should not be paid if he won. It is thought that the exhibition
of last night will not be without its influence upon
the fate of this Administration.
The Government is on the very brink of dissolution.
The Irish Church Bill is the immediate cause,
Stanley and Graham standing out against the majority of the
Cabinet with regard to the Appropriation clause. Stanley,
they think, would have knocked under if Graham had not
been very fierce and urged him on to resistance. They attribute
all the present bother to Graham, who pleads conscience
and religious feelings. It is impossible to guess how it will
SPLIT ON THE IRISH CHURCH.
end, and there is a terrible turmoil. Stanley was with the
King for two hours yesterday. The violent party evidently wish
Lord Grey to let Stanley go out, and those who choose to go
with him, and to reinforce the Cabinet with Durham, Mulgrave,
and that sort of thing, and what they call ‘throw
themselves on the House of Commons and the country.’
On the other hand the half-Tories and moderates wish the
Government to adopt a moderate tone and course, and seek
support from the House of Lords. As to the House of Commons,
it is a curious body, supporting the Ministers through
thick and thin one day and buffeting them the next. On the
Bank question the night before last Althorp was beaten,
after imploring everybody to come and support him and
making the strangest declarations. I am very sorry that
there should be a chance of a split on such a question as the
Irish Church, which really is not tenable. His colleagues
(or their friends at least) suspect that Graham kicks up this
dust with ulterior views, and they think he aims at a junction
with Peel—Stanley of course included—and coming
into office with a moderate mixed party. It will be a great
evil if the Government is broken up just now, but it is quite
clear that they cannot go on long; it is a question of months.
The Duke of Wellington told me yesterday that he could do
nothing, and he will be rather shy of giving to the world a
second volume of that old business in which he got so bedevilled
two years ago.
The Lievens are recalled, which is a great misfortune to
society. She is inconsolable. The pill is gilded well, for he
is made governor to the Imperial Prince, the Emperor’s
eldest son; but the old story of Stratford Canning, and
Palmerston’s obstinate refusal to appoint anybody else, has
probably contributed to this change. His colleagues have
endeavoured to persuade him to cancel the appointment and
name Mulgrave, whom they wish to provide for, but he will
not hear of it. I can’t conceive why they don’t let him go
out upon it; they would be the gainers in every way. We
are now in what is called a mess; the Whigs have put
matters in such a condition that they cannot govern the
country themselves and that nobody else can govern it
either. ‘Time and the hour run through the roughest
day.’
On returning from Epsom I heard that
Stanley, Graham, and Richmond had resigned, and it was
supposed Ripon would follow their
example.[3]
Althorp adjourned
the debate till Monday next. Sefton ‘never was so
happy in his life.’ It is a bad sign when he is happy—not
meaning to be wicked, only very foolish and violent. I have
rarely seen the effects of a neglected education and a vivacious
temperament manifested in a more remarkable way
than in Sefton, who has naturally a great deal of cleverness,
but who, from the above causes and the absence of the
habit of moral discipline and of calm and patient reflection,
is a fool, and a very mischievous one. They will be forced
to put Peers in the vacant places, because nobody can get
re-elected. The rotten boroughs now seem not quite such
abominations, or at all events they had some compensating
advantages.
The arrangements rendered necessary by the
recent resignations were pretty quickly made, but they have
given universal dissatisfaction. Whigs, Tories, and Radicals
join in full cry against them, and the ‘Times,’ in a succession
of bitter, vituperative articles, very well done, fires off
its contempt and disgust at the paltry patching up of the
Cabinet. The most unpopular appears to be Lord Auckland’s
appointment, and, though I like him personally, it certainly
does appear strange and objectionable. He has neither
reputation nor political calibre to entitle him to such an
elevation, and his want of urbanity and forbidding manner
seem to render him peculiarly unfit for the post they have
conferred on him. [Auckland turned out a very popular
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and, I believe, very good First Lord of the Admiralty. I
have heard many praises and not one complaint of him.—December
7th, 1834.] The general opinion is that this
Cabinet, so amended, cannot go on long; but as they clearly
mean to throw themselves upon the House of Commons, and
as the House will at all events support them for the present,
they will probably last some time longer; they will at any
rate, scramble through this session, and during the recess it
will be seen whether they can acquire public confidence and
what chance they have of carrying on the government.
After much conversation with Duncannon, Sefton, Mulgrave,
and others, I have acquired a tolerably correct understanding
of the history of these inconvenient proceedings.
The speech of Lord John Russell, to which all this hubbub
is attributed, may have somewhat accelerated, but did not
produce, the crisis. The difference has long existed in the
Cabinet on the subject of the Irish Church, and was well
known, for Althorp stated as much last year. Stanley and
Graham were both vehemently opposed to any Parliamentary
appropriation of the surplus revenues of the Irish Church,
but not exactly on the same grounds. Stanley denies the
right of Parliament to interfere at all; that is, he asserts
that Parliament has no more right to deal with the revenues
of the Church than it would have to deal with his estate.
Graham does not deny the right, but contends that it is not
expedient, that the connexion between the two countries is
mainly held together by the Protestant Church, and that
any meddling with the Establishment will inevitably lead to
its downfall. He stands upon religious grounds. I confess
myself to be lost in astonishment at the views they take on
this subject; that after swallowing the camel of the Reform
Bill, they should strain at the gnats which were perched
upon the camel’s back, that they should not have perceived
from the first that such reforms as these must inevitably be
consequent upon the great measure, and, above all, that the
prevalence of public opinion, abstract justice, and the condition
of Ireland all loudly call for their adoption. However,
such are their opinions, and doubtless very conscientiously
entertained. Upon Ward’s motion being announced,
it was proposed in the Cabinet that the difficulty should be
waived for the present by moving the previous question,
and to this the dissentients agreed; but on further investigation
they discerned that if this was moved, in all probability
it would not be carried, and under these circumstances
Stanley proposed at once to resign. In the Cabinet some
were for accepting and others for refusing his resignation,
and matters remained unsettled when Althorp went down to
the House of Commons on the night of Ward’s motion. It
was strictly true (as he said) that he was informed while
Ward was speaking that they had resigned. The King accepted
their resignations at once, and appears to have
expressed his opinion that they adopted the proper course,
but he told the Duke of Richmond that the four members of
the Cabinet who had quitted it were the four whom he liked
best of them all. When they were gone it was to be settled
how their places were to be supplied. Ellice and Spring
Rice were indispensable; the Radicals wanted Durham; the
Whigs wanted Radnor, Abercromby, and Hobhouse; Lord
Lansdowne was wavering, for he is likewise opposed to any
meddling with the Church, though not perhaps to the extent
that the seceders are, or to such a degree as to make his
resignation imperative. However, he haggled, and they
appear to have thought him of consequence enough to bribe
him high to remain. He made Durham’s exclusion a sine
quâ non, but I believe all the others were equally opposed to
his re-admission. Spring Rice and Auckland are Lansdowne’s
personal friends and firmest adherents, and their
promotion is very agreeable to him (if he did not insist upon
it). Mulgrave so entirely expected to come in that he told
me on Epsom racecourse on Thursday last that he was to be
one of the new Ministers, though he did not know which
place he was to have. Great, therefore, was his disgust
when they only offered him the Post Office without the
Cabinet. He refused it with some indignation, and thinks
himself very ill used. I do not yet know what are the
reasons which induced them to make the arrangements they
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have done, and deterred them from applying to any of the
above-mentioned men. It certainly has given great disgust,
and will not serve to make the Administration more popular
than before. Durham is of course furious, and if Abercromby
and the others did not expect or desire to come in,
they will nevertheless resent being passed over, and in favour
of such people.
Yesterday I dined with Stanley; there was
a vast deal of fine company, outs and ins, Richmond, who
would not stay in the Post Office, and Mulgrave who would
not come into it, Auckland, Palmerston, &c. After dinner
Stanley talked to Mulgrave and me about the whole business;
he said that above three weeks ago, in consequence of the difference
in the Cabinet, which everybody knew, he had pressed
his resignation on his colleagues, who refused to take it, that
he had agreed to vote for the previous question on Ward’s
motion, but they were informed it would not be carried. He
then said, ‘Why don’t you take my resignation?’ Still they
demurred, and on that day nothing was settled. He then
saw the King, who agreed to accept his resignation conditionally,
provided Lord Grey could make other arrangements,
and desired Stanley to go down to his colleagues and talk it
over. He replied that it was too late, that he ought then to
be in his place in the House of Commons, as the debate was
going on. He went down, saw Lord Grey, settled with him
that he should resign, and then sent into the House of
Commons to Althorp to let him know that it was so settled.
In such hurry, uncertainty, and confusion was this business
done. Stanley talked not with acrimony, but with something
like contempt of the strange situation in which the
Government, and particularly Lord Grey, is placed, and
he ‘hoped’ they might be able to go on in a tone which,
implied great doubt if they would. He said ‘that Lord Grey
continues to preside over a Cabinet which is to a certain
degree committed to the principle of a measure of which
he disapproves, and he accepts the resignation of the
colleagues with whom he agrees; that if in the House of
Commons to-night no concession is made to the principle of
the measure under discussion, it will appear strange and
unaccountable why the seceders have been suffered to go.
If any be made, it will be inconsistent with the letter which
Lord Grey has just written to Ebrington, in a strain as
conservative as the King’s speech to the bishops.’ Thus
Lord Grey appears to be tossed on the horns of a very
inconvenient dilemma. This speech of the King’s, which
Stanley alluded to, has made a great noise, and is matter of
considerable triumph to the Conservatives. It is reported
in the papers as it was really delivered, except some absurdities
with which it was mixed. It is by no means a bad
speech, and very decided in its tone; but what matters
decision and a peremptory tone from a man so easily led or
misled as the King? Lord Grey’s letter was addressed to
Ebrington in reply to an address signed by many supporters
of Government, and has been lying on the table at Brookes’
for public inspection.
Lord Althorp summoned a meeting yesterday
in Downing Street, which was numerously attended, though
some of the usual supporters of Government stayed away as
followers of Stanley. He invited them to support the previous
question, when there was a good deal of speaking for and
against, chiefly among county members, and a good deal of
cheering at his saying he hoped he had their confidence;
but the meeting broke up without any satisfactory conclusion,
and at five o’clock the general impression was that
Government would be beaten, and this in spite of a conviction
that they would resign if they were. In the morning
I met Graham, who said that he did not know whether he
and Stanley would speak or not, that they could not support
the previous question without repudiating the declaration
with which it was to be accompanied, that he considered the
question to involve the fate of the Irish Church, and with it
the connexion between the two countries. I told him we
differed entirely, but that I would not enter upon any argument
on the subject; that it was very unfortunate, and I
thought the Government would not stand. He said a
MR. STANLEY IN OPPOSITION.
tremendous contest must ensue upon the great question, and
so we parted.
In the evening a very full House. Lord Althorp stated that
the King had issued a Commission, or rather extended the
powers of one that already existed, for the purpose of effecting
the objects contemplated by the resolution, and begged Ward
to withdraw his motion. He would not, and then Althorp
moved the previous question, which, to the astonishment of
everybody, was carried by a very great majority, all the
Tories voting with Government. Stanley spoke, and spoke
very well, but with considerable acrimony and in a tone
which demonstrates the breach between him and his old
colleagues to be irreparable. He was vociferously cheered
by the Tories, especially at one passage of his speech about
a Chancellor of the Exchequer and his clerical budget which,
however pungent and smart, appears to me imprudent and
worth nothing as argument. I am very sorry he has taken
such a line upon this question. His scruples have come too
late to be serviceable to the cause he espouses, and all he
can do is to fan the flame of religious discord and throw innumerable
embarrassments in the way of settling a very
difficult question, the ultimate solution of which is no longer
doubtful.
The Portuguese business is over—that is, for
the present—but Lord William Russell (whom I met at dinner
at Richmond the day before yesterday) told me he did not
think Pedro would be able to keep possession of the country,
and that another revolution would probably take place whenever
the foreign troops in his pay were disbanded; the party
against him is too strong; he said that nothing but an inconceivable
succession of blunders and great want of spirit and
enterprise on the part of Miguel could have prevented his
success, as at one time he had 70,000 men, while the other
had not above 8,000 or 10,000 cooped up in Oporto, which
is not a defensible place; that Miguel might at any moment
during the contest have put an end to it. The country is in
a dreadfully ruined state from frequent exactions and the
depression of commerce and cultivation, but Carvalho, Pedro’s
Minister of Finance, told Lord William he should have no
difficulty with his budget, and could find money to discharge
all the claims upon Government. The source from which he
expects to derive his assets is the confiscated Church property,
which is very great. Money, however, is so plentiful
here, that the Portuguese Government have been offered a
loan of a million at eighty, which they have
declined[4].
I was in the House of Lords last night to
hear a long debate on the Commission, when Goderich made
a very good speech, defending himself for his resignation
and attacking the instrument; like other people, as soon as
he got out of office he spoke with greater energy and force.
I thought Lord Grey was rather feeble, though energetic
enough in declaration and expression. Phillpotts I did not
hear, but he was wretchedly bad, they told me. The Chancellor,
to the surprise of everyone, made the strongest declaration
of his resolution not to permit a fraction of the revenues
of the Irish Church to be diverted to Catholic purposes—the
purposes, in my mind, to which they ought to be diverted,
and to which they in the end must and will be. The
Government is now reformed, and will scramble and totter
on for some time. Things are not ripe for a change, but
people will continue more and more to look for a junction
between Peel and Stanley. God forbid, however, that we
should have two parties established upon the principles of a
religious opposition to each other; it would be the worst of
evils, and yet the times appear to threaten something of the
sort. There is the gabble of ‘the Church in danger,’ the
menacing and sullen disposition of the Dissenters, all armed
with new power, and the restless and increasing turbulence
of the Catholics, all hating one another, and the elements of
discord stirred up first by one and then another.
Melbourne said to me on Saturday night, ‘You
DUKE OF WELLINGTON AT OXFORD.
know why Brougham made that violent declaration against the
Catholics in his speech the other night, don’t you?’ I said,
‘No.’ Then he added, ‘That was for Spring Rice’s election,
to please the Dissenters.’ However, Duncannon says he does
not believe it was for that object, but certainly thrown out
as a sop to the Dissenters generally, who are violently opposed
to any provision being made for the Catholic Clergy. Duncannon
added that ‘those were his (Brougham’s) opinions as
far as he had any, as they were not very strong on any
subject.’
Ascot races last week; many people kept
away at Oxford, which seems to have been a complete Tory
affair, and on the whole a very disgraceful exhibition of
bigotry and party spirit; plenty of shouting and that sort of
enthusiasm, which is of no value except to the foolish people
who were the object of it, and who were quite
enraptured.[5]
The reception of the Duke, however vociferous, can hardly
on reflection have given him much pleasure when he saw
Newcastle, Winchelsea, Wetherell, and hoc genus omne as
much the objects of idolatry as himself. Peel very wisely
would have nothing to do with the concern, and they
are probably very angry with him for absenting himself.
The resentment he must feel towards the University on
account of their conduct to him must afford full scope to all
the contempt these proceedings are calculated to excite.
There was a vast mob of fine people, Mrs. Arbuthnot among
the rest. The Duke made rather indifferent work of his Latin
speeches. As usual he seemed quite unconcerned at the
applause with which he was greeted; no man ever courted
that sort of distinction less.
Lord Conyngham and George Byng are to be
Postmaster and a Lord of Treasury, Abercromby is to be
Master of the Mint, and Cutler Fergusson Judge Advocate,
appointments sneered and laughed at. When Althorp announced
the first in the House of Commons Hume said, ‘God
bless us! is it possible?’ Some think Abercromby will be of
use to them—that he is grave, practical, industrious, and
carries weight in the House. I am unable to discover anything
in him, except his consistency, to entitle him to any
praise. An odd thing happened to Brougham the other day.
He got a note from Althorp while he was sitting in his Court
about the insolence and violence of the ‘Times,’ and that its
lies and abuse of the Government ought to be put a stop to
by some means. The Chancellor tore the note up, and after
finishing his business departed. Two hours after Lemarchant
got a note from the editor to say that the note had been picked
up, put together, and was in his possession. Brougham was
furious, and sent to ask the name of the person who gave it,
promising to forgive him if it was given up, and threatening
if it was not to dismiss every officer in his Court, and not to
replace any of them till the culprit was discovered.
The Tories are in arms and eager for the
fray. There was a dinner of fifty at the Conservative Club
on the 18th (Waterloo day), with healths and speeches, when
Peel delivered himself of a speech half an hour long, to which
vast importance is attached. People, however, hear things,
as they see things, differently. Theodore Hook, who was
present, told me ‘it was very satisfactory, a declaration of
war; that he announced his having supported the Government
while he could from a sense of duty, but that seeing
they were resolved to attack the Church, he was prepared to
act with, or lead (I forget which), any party which might be
formed upon the principle of supporting the Establishment;
that the Tories were few in numbers, but strong in character,’
and so on. Vesey Fitzgerald, who was likewise there, said it
was no declaration of war whatever—a strong Conservative
speech, but not violent in any way, nor indicative of any intended
deviation from the course Peel has heretofore pursued.
So his acts must show which report is the more correct.
When we hear that his speech pleased Chandos and Falmouth,
one can’t help believing it must have been somewhat fierce.
I have great confidence in Peel’s watchful sagacity, but his
game is a very difficult one, and with all his prudence he may
make a false step. It is so much his interest to
ascertain
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the real disposition of the country that I am disposed to
defer very much to his views and notions of probabilities,
otherwise I can with difficulty believe that it is wise in him
to encourage and head a High Church party and promote
the senseless cry of the Church in danger. It is the contest
itself as much as the triumph of any party that is to be
deprecated, for nothing is like the exasperation of religious
quarrels, and victory is always abused and moderation forgotten,
whichever side has the ascendant. Every day, however,
it becomes more apparent that this Government cannot
last; living as I do with men of all parties, I collect a variety
of opinions, some of them intrinsically worth little, except as
straws show which way the wind blows, but which satisfy
me that the present House of Commons has no great affection
for them, and would not have much difficulty in supporting
any other Administration that presented a respectable appearance,
and would act upon principles at once liberal and
moderate. The majority of the members dread a dissolution,
knowing that the next elections must be fiercely contested,
and be expensive and embarrassing in all ways. Altogether
it is difficult to conceive a more unsettled and unsatisfactory
state of things, nor one from which it appears more hopeless
to emerge. In the state of parties and of the country the
one thing needful—a strong Government—appears the one
thing that it is impossible to obtain.
Lord Auckland told me the other night that
Government are prepared for the Dissenters Bill being thrown
out in the House of Lords, and that they don’t care. He
thinks it never will be carried, and will be a standing
grievance of no great weight. The Chancellor made an
admirable speech on secondary punishments, connecting with
it the question of education. He told me he was called on
to pronounce an essay without any preparation, and he did
the best he could. I did not hear it, but was told it was
excellent. He shines in this sort of thing; his views are so
enlarged and philosophical, and they are expressed in such
becoming and beautiful language.
There was a good debate on Monday in the
House of Commons on the Irish Tithes Bill. Peel made a
very clever speech, attacking the Commission with great
felicity, and John Russell made an excellent speech in reply,
failing to excuse the Commission, which is inexcusable, but
very good upon the question. Both he and Ellice spoke out.
I was at the Abbey on Tuesday and yesterday for a performance
and a rehearsal of the ‘Messiah.’ The spectacle is
very fine, and it is all admirably managed—no crowd or inconvenience,
and easy egress and ingress—but the ‘Messiah’
is not so effective as I expected, not so fine as in York
Minster; the choruses are admirably performed, but the single
voices are miserable—singers of extreme mediocrity, or whose
powers are gone; old Bellamy, who was at Handel’s commemoration
as a singing boy, Miss Stephens, &c.
Lord William Russell told me last night that
his brother John has frequently offered to resign, and they
never would let him; at last he said he must speak out on
this Church appropriation question, or positively he would
not stay in, so that his speech was not blurted out, as I supposed,
but was the result of a fixed resolution. This alters
the case as far as he is concerned, and it can’t be denied that
he was right in thinking it better that Government should
make itself clearly understood, and that a break-up was
preferable to going on without any real cordiality or concurrence
amongst each other and the Administration an
object of suspicion to all parties. William Russell said that
Government were quite aware that Peel and the Duke could
turn them out when they would, but that they would not
know what to do next.
Don Carlos is coming to town to Gloucester Lodge. When
they told him the Spanish Ambassador (Miraflores) was come
to wait upon him, he replied, ‘I have no Ambassador at the
Court of London.’ He will not take any money, and he will
neither relinquish his claims to the Spanish throne nor move
hand or foot in prosecuting them. ‘If chance will have me
king, why let chance crown me, without my stir.’ (He was
meditating evasion at this time, and got away undiscovered
soon after.) They say he can get all the money he wants
DON CARLOS ON HIS WAY TO SPAIN.
from his partisans in Spain, and that there is no lack of
wealth in the country. Strange infatuation when men will
spend their blood and their money for such a miserable
object. If he had anything like spirit, enterprise, and
courage, he would make a fine confusion in Spain, and probably
succeed; his departure from the Peninsula and taking
refuge here has not caused the war to languish in the north.
Admiral Napier is arrived, and has taken a lodging close to
him in Portsmouth. Miraflores paid a droll compliment to
Madame de Lieven the other night. She was pointing out
the various beauties at some ball, and among others Lady
Seymour, and asked him if he did not admire her. He said,
‘Elle est trop jeune, trop fraîche,’ and then, with a tender look
and squeezing her hand, ‘J’aime les femmes un peu passées.’
The other night Stanley made a fierce speech
on Irish tithes, and plainly showed that no reconciliation
between him and the Government is feasible. Last night
Littleton made a melancholy exhibition with O’Connell.
Formerly a Minister must have resigned who cut such a
figure; now it is very different, for no matter how unfit a
man may be, it is ten to one nobody better can be found to
replace him. A more disgraceful affair never was seen; the
Tories chuckled, the Government and their friends were disgusted,
ashamed, and vexed; Durham sat under the gallery
and enjoyed the fun.
I was at Woolwich yesterday to see the yacht in which
the Queen is to sail to the Continent. Such luxury and
splendour, and such gorgeous preparations. She will sail
like Cleopatra down the Cydnus, and though she will have
no beautiful boys like Cupids to fan her, she will be attended
by Emily Bagot, who is as beautiful as the Mater Cupidinum.
She will return to her beggarly country in somewhat
different trim from that in which she left it, with all her
earls and countesses, equipages, pages, valets, dressers, &c.
The Duke of Wellington gave a great ball the other night,
and invited all the Ministers. The Chancellor was there till
three or four o’clock in the morning, and they say it was
very amusing to see the Duke doing the honours to him.
The Tories have had a great disappointment in the Finsbury
election, which they fancied Pownall was sure of carrying
the first day, but Tommy Duncombe beat him hollow the
second. It is certainly a great exhibition of Radical strength
in that metropolitan district, and may serve to sober the Tories
a little, and bring some of them down from their high horses.
When I wrote the above I had not read
Stanley’s speech, and had only heard he had used very strong
language. I was greatly astonished when I did read it, and
fully concur in the nearly universal opinion that, however
clever and laughable it may have been, it was a most injudicious
and unfortunate exhibition, and is calculated to do
him a serious and lasting injury. (This was the famous
‘thimblerig’ speech.) I do not know when I have read or
heard so virulent and coarse an invective, and it is rather
disgusting than anything else to see such an one fired off at
the men with whom he has been acting for some years (up
to three weeks ago), with whom he declared his entire concurrence
on every other question, from whom he expressed
the liveliest regret at separating, and to whom he was individually
bound by the strongest ties of friendship and regard.
(It will be seen that he made similar professions when he
separated from Peel’s Government in ’46, and instantly
rushed into a similar opposition.) The Tories cheered him
lustily; and what must he on reflection think of such cheers,
and of his position in the House—to be halloa’d on by the
party which he has hitherto treated with the greatest contempt,
and which he thinks the very essence of bigotry and
prejudice, at least on all secular matters, against his old
friends and colleagues, to whom he is still allied in opinion
upon almost every great question of foreign or domestic
policy? He availed himself of his knowledge that there was
nobody on the Treasury Bench who could answer him to fling
out this spiteful and intemperate invective. If Brougham
could have been thrown for half an hour into the House, ‘like
an eagle into a dovecot,’ what a grand opportunity there would
have been for his tremendous sarcasm to vent itself. As it
was, Stanley went away unscathed, for though Althorp was
STANLEY’S THIMBLERIG SPEECH.
not bad in the few words he said with great good-humour,
and Littleton made a very tolerable speech, the former
twaddled, and the latter has been too much damaged to allow
of his saying anything with effect; besides, he quoted a speech
of Stanley’s against him (at all times a poor argument) and did
not quote the whole of it. I dare say Peel was not very sorry
to hear Stanley’s speech, and justly estimated the value of the
cheers with which it was hailed. It places him at an immeasurable
distance below Peel, and puts an end to any pretensions
of rivalship, if he ever entertained any. If a junction
is to take place between them, Stanley must be content
with a subordinate part; and, act with whomsoever he may,
he will never inspire real confidence or conciliate real esteem.
I entertain this opinion with regret, and could have wished
he had cut a better figure. I dined with a Tory at the
‘Travellers’ yesterday, and he said, ‘Of course we cheered
him as loudly as we could; we want to get him, but I must
own that it was a very injudicious speech and very unbecoming.’
These are the sort of events in a man’s life which
influence his destiny ever after; it is not that his political
career will be marred, or that anything can prevent his
talents rendering it on the whole important, and probably
successful, but there is a revulsion in men’s minds about him,
which cannot fail to produce a silent, but in the end a sensible
effect upon his fortunes. It is remarkable that Lord
Derby, who is a very shrewd and sagacious old man, never
would hear of his grandson’s superlative merits, and always
in the midst of his triumphs questioned his ultimate success.
Came to town last night from Newmarket,
and found things in a fine state. Althorp had resigned three
days ago; his resignation was accepted, on which Lord Grey
resigned too. Both of them explained in Parliament last
night, Lord Grey, as they tell me, in a very moving and
gentlemanlike speech, admirably delivered. The Duke of
Wellington made a violent attack upon him in reply, which
it is thought he might as well have omitted. (The Duke’s
speech gave great disgust to many even of his own party,
and was afterwards assigned as a reason by Stanley and
his friends for not taking office with the Duke.) Nobody
knows what is to happen. The King sent for Melbourne,
and his nephew, John Ponsonby, told me last night he believed
he would endeavour to carry on the Government; but
whether he does or not it can’t last; the Whig Government
is virtually at an end. The Tories, who were shouting
the night before last, are considerably disappointed that the
King did not instantly avail himself of Lord Grey’s resignation
to send for them, or at least for Peel. I don’t suppose,
however, that it is from any predilection for the Whigs that
he tries to bolster up this Government, but he is said to have
an exceeding horror of a dissolution, and it is just possible
he may be acting under some good advice surreptitiously
conveyed to him, for under all circumstances I think he is
taking the most prudent part he can. It is very essential
that he should have no hand in the dissolution of this Cabinet,
and if he does his best to reconstruct it, and gives the
remaining Ministers a fair trial, he will have a good right to
call upon the House of Commons and the country to support
him in any ulterior measures that circumstances may compel
him to adopt.
Thus Littleton has been the instrument of breaking up
this Government; a man powerless to serve his party has
contrived to destroy it. It is curious to trace this matter
from the outset. When Hobhouse threw up his office and
his seat, it was extremely difficult to find a successor to
him in the Irish Office, principally because not one man in
fifty could procure a seat in Parliament, or his re-election if
already there. In this emergency Littleton volunteered his
services; he was sure of his seat, and he wanted eventually a
peerage, so he wrote to Lord Grey, and said that if he
thought him capable of filling the place he would undertake
it.[6]
Nothing better suggested itself; it was a way out of the
CAUSES OF THE RETIREMENT OF LORD GREY.
difficulty, and they closed with his offer. No man could
be less fit for such a situation; his talents are slender, his
manners unpopular, and his vanity considerable. When
warned against O’Connell he said, ‘Oh, leave me to manage
Dan,’ and manage him he did with a vengeance, and a pretty
Tartar he caught. His first attempts at management were
exhibited in the business of Baron Smith. When the Coercion
question came to be agitated, he thought himself very
cunning in beginning a little intrigue without the knowledge
of his colleagues, and he wrote to Lord Wellesley for the
purpose of prevailing upon him to recommend to the Cabinet
that the Bill should pass without the strong clauses, and
most unaccountably Lord Wellesley did
so.[7]
He stated
that this omission was desirable on account of circumstances
connected with the Government in England, and
Lord Wellesley replied that if it was necessary on that
account he would contrive to manage matters without the
clauses. Upon this he put himself in communication with
O’Connell, and never doubting that his and Lord Wellesley’s
advice (in accordance as it was with the opinions of certain
members of this Cabinet) would prevail, he gave O’Connell
those expectations the disappointment of which produced
the scene between them in the House of Commons. Lord
Grey, however, was equally astonished and dissatisfied with
this last recommendation of Lord Wellesley’s, which was
directly at variance with the opinion he had given some
time before, and he accordingly asked him to explain why
he had changed his mind, and requested him to reconsider
his latter opinion. He still replied that if it was necessary,
he would do without the clauses. Upon this there was
a discussion in the Cabinet, and Althorp, Grant, Ellice,
Abercromby, and Rice were in a minority, who, however, ultimately
gave in to the majority. All this time Littleton went
on negotiating with
O’Connell,[8]
having told Althorp alone
that he was doing so, though not telling him all that passed,
and neither of them telling Lord Grey. Upon the blow-up
which O’Connell made, Althorp very unnecessarily resolved to
resign, and when he did Lord Grey followed his example.
The Tories have been mighty cock-a-hoop, but their joy
is a good deal damped within the last twelve hours, for it is
now universally believed that Althorp will be prevailed upon
to remain, and will himself be at the head of the Government.
His popularity is so great in the House of Commons,
and there is such a dread of a dissolution, that if this
arrangement takes place they will scramble on some time
longer, and at this advanced period of the session it may be
doubted whether the House of Lords will throw out any
of their essential measures. I met Duncannon, Ellice, and
John Russell this evening riding, and they seemed in very
good spirits. I have no doubt Ellice and Duncannon have
had a main hand in all this business, and that they urged
on Littleton to do what he did. The House was adjourned
till Monday, to afford time for the new arrangement.
Brougham spoke like a maniac last night, and his statements
were at direct variance with Althorp’s, the latter
declaring that they were all out and the former that they
were all still in office, and that Grey and Althorp had alone
resigned.
POPULARITY OF LORD ALTHORP.
I went out of town yesterday morning, and
did not return till seven o’clock; in the meantime affairs
were materially altered. I met Duncannon riding with a
face as long as the pictures of Hudibras, which at once told
the tale of baffled hopes. Melbourne’s negotiation had
failed entirely. ‘Jack,’[9]
who was backed at even against the
field the night before in the House of Commons, would have
nothing to say to it. I have not yet heard in detail the circumstances
of this failure, but it will probably turn out that
the King insisted upon some Conservative conditions, or an
attempt at coalition, which is a favourite plan of his. Yesterday
it was generally expected that Peel would be sent for,
or the Duke of Wellington. Peel called at Apsley House
and was with the Duke a long time yesterday, and afterwards,
as the Duke rode through the Park, Ellice, who was
sitting on his horse talking to Sir Edward Kerrison, said,
‘There goes a man who knows more than he did an hour ago.’
It is expected that Peel, if called upon, will endeavour to
form and carry on a Government; but opinions are greatly
divided as to the support he would get in the House of
Commons, and as to the effect of a dissolution, should he be
driven to adopt that hazardous alternative. I think that
almost everything depends upon the course which Althorp
takes, as far as the rest of this session is concerned. His
popularity in the House of Commons is very great, and even
surprising; it is a proof of the influence which personal
character may obtain when unadorned with great abilities
and shining parts; his remarkable bonhommie, unalterable
good nature and good temper, the conviction of his honesty
and sincerity, and of his want of ambition, his single-mindedness,
his unfeigned desire to get out of the trammels and
cares of office, have all combined to procure for him greater
personal regard, and to a certain degree greater influence,
than any Minister ever possessed in my recollection. There
is no such feeling as animosity against Althorp. Some
detest his principles, some despise his talents, but none
detest or despise the man; and he is said by those who are
judges of such matters to have one talent, and that is a
thorough knowledge of the House of Commons and great
quickness and tact in discovering the bias and disposition of
the House. If Althorp abstains from any rough opposition,
and endeavours to restrain others, upon the principle of giving
a fair trial to those who may have taken his place because he
would not continue to hold it, it is probable that the majority
will avail themselves of such an opportunity for avoiding a dissolution,
and give a sulky and suspicious assent to the measures
of the new Ministry, for a cordial support cannot be
expected. This, however, must depend upon circumstances
which are still in nubibus. To-day must, in all probability,
decide who is to attempt the task of forming a Government.
Stanley, it is supposed, if invited, will not join Peel, at least
not at present; all, however, is speculation, curiosity, and
excitement.
All yesterday nothing was done; the King
remains very quietly at Windsor, still in communication
with Melbourne, and I believe with the Chancellor. He
declines talking upon the present state of affairs to anybody.
What he wanted was, that some attempt should be made
towards a coalition, but this the remaining Ministers would
not consent to. Poulett Thomson called on me at my office
in the afternoon, and told me that it was by no means true
that Althorp would not on any terms take the Government;
but that he would not unless he had carte blanche, in which
case he could not refuse it; if he did refuse, Thomson added,
that everybody ought to support Peel or any Tory Government.
He is convinced that if Peel took the Government
he would be driven out by the House of Commons instanter,
unless he could show that he had done so in consequence of
the King being deserted by the present men. I afterwards
met Mulgrave, who had been riding with Althorp, who told
him that though it would be very disagreeable to him on
every account, and especially as regards Lord Grey, he
might have it put to him in a way that left him no
option. Lord Grey and his friends and family think that he
has been extremely ill-used, and they are indignant with all
LORD GREY AND STANLEY.
the actors in the Littleton affair, and only burning with
desire to expose those who are still concealed. Charles Grey
talked to me for half an hour in the lobby of the Opera
House last night, and said that Lord Wellesley ought to
disclose all that was still secret in the transaction, and produce
the private letters he had received from England, and
by which his opinions and advice had been influenced.
Such letters they know were written, and they believe by the
Chancellor; this belief, whether it turns out to be true or
false, is, I perceive, very general. It is inconceivable what a
reputation that man has, and how universally he is distrusted,
and despised as much as anybody with such great
abilities can be. His political character is about on a par
with Whittle Harvey’s moral character; his insolence and
swaggering, bullying tone in the House of Lords have
excited as much disgust out of the House as they have given
offence in it, and the only excuse for him is—what many
people believe—that there is a taint of madness about him.
The other night, in his reply to the Duke of Wellington’s violent
and foolish speech, he chose to turn upon Lord Rolle, a
very old man and a choleric, hard-bitten old Tory. Rolle was
greatly exasperated, and after he sat down went up to him
on the Woolsack and said, ‘My Lord, I wish you to know
that I have the greatest contempt for you both in this House
and out of it.’
While Lord Grey has been very indignant against the
plotters in his Cabinet he has been sorely wounded by
the seceders, or rather by the chief of them, Stanley; but
this has been all made up in a way soothing enough to
his feelings, but not advantageous, though not discreditable,
to Stanley. The latter wrote a letter to Lord Grey expressing
his deep regret at having said anything to offend
him, disclaiming the slightest intention of the kind, pouring
forth the warmest protestations of gratitude, veneration,
and attachment to him, and finishing by an assurance that
he would take office under nobody else. After the gross
attack he made it is honourable in him to make such an
apology, but it only enhances the folly of his former
conduct to find himself placed under the necessity of
writing a penitential letter. Lord Grey replied in corresponding
terms, and he says they shall be as good friends
again as ever, and that Stanley’s speech shall henceforward
be forgotten; but it will be very long before the effect
produced by it will be forgotten, or that the recollection of
it will cease to have an influence on Stanley’s reputation
and prospects. His especial friends, the other seceders,
were as much annoyed at it as anybody; and the Duchess
of Richmond told me that her husband regretted it very
bitterly. It is but justice to Richmond to own that he
has acted a fair, open, and manly part in this business,
and has satisfied all parties. Lord Grey was not annoyed
at what passed between them in the House of Lords, and
their friendship has never suffered any interruption.
This interval of feverish anxiety has ended
by the formation of the Administration being entrusted to
Lord Melbourne. He refused to undertake it unless Althorp
could stay with him. The King wanted Lord Grey to come
back, and spoke to Taylor about it, but he told him it was out
of the question, and therefore the King did not propose it, but
he has constantly written to him in the most flattering terms,
and desired he might be consulted in every step of these
proceedings. Lord Grey has acted very cordially towards
Melbourne, and pressed Althorp so earnestly to stay that he
has consented, and last night the announcements were made
to the two Houses. The Tories (the High and foolish) are
down in the mouth, but Peel is himself well content not to
have been mixed up in the concern. The present conjecture
is that Abercromby will go to the Home Office and Durham
to Ireland. Nobody thinks the Government will last long,
and everybody ‘wonders’ how Melbourne will do it. He
is certainly a queer fellow to be Prime Minister, and he
and Brougham are two wild chaps to have the destinies of
this country in their hands. I should not be surprised if
Melbourne was to rouse his dormant energies and be excited
by the greatness of his position to display the vigour and
decision in which he is not deficient. Unfortunately his
LORD DUNCANNON HOME SECRETARY.
reputation is not particularly good; he is considered lax in
morals, indifferent in religion, and very loose and pliant in
politics. He is supposed to have consented to measures
of which he disapproved because it suited his ease and convenience
to do so, and because he was actuated by no strong
political principles or opinions.
Yesterday it was announced that Duncannon
is to be Secretary of State and called to the House of Peers;
Hobhouse in his place and in the Cabinet, and to stand for
Nottingham. This completes the concern; Duncannon
Secretary of State! Who could ever have thought of him
in such a station? His proper element seemed to be the
House of Commons, where he was a bustling, zealous partisan
and a very good whipper-in; but he cannot speak at all, and
though a tolerably candid talker, his capacity is slender; he
has no pretensions of any sort to a high office, and nothing
but peculiar circumstances could put him in one; but the
difficulty has been how to deal with Durham, for the majority
of the Cabinet were decided upon having nothing to do with
him, although there were some few who wanted to take him
in. By I know not what process of reasoning they arrived
at the conclusion that Duncannon’s elevation was the only
solution of this difficulty, but so it is, for I believe he would
have preferred to stay in his old place. They are all in
raptures with the King, and with his straightforward dealing
on this occasion. In the first instance he desired Melbourne
to write to the Duke, Peel, and Stanley, stating his wish that
an Administration should be formed upon a wide and comprehensive
plan. He wrote accordingly to each, and with his
letters he sent copies of his own letter to the King, in which
he gave his opinion that the formation of such a Government
was impossible. The Duke and Peel each replied, with expressions
of duty, to his Majesty, that they agreed with
Lord Melbourne, but did not see any necessity for giving
reasons for their opinions. The King, however, desired to
have their reasons, which have since been sent to him by
them. Stanley wrote a long letter, with a peremptory
refusal to form part of any such Government. He appears
anxious to pacify the Whigs by disclaiming any intention
of connecting himself with the Tories. Though all the Grey
family are very indignant, and by no means silent, at the way
the Earl has been treated, he has behaved with great temper
and forbearance, and has lent his old colleagues his cordial
assistance in patching up the broken concern.
Two angry debates in the Lords last night
and the night before; I was present at the last, but not at the
first. On Thursday Lord Wicklow made a virulent attack on
the Government; the Duke of Buckingham was coarse, the
Chancellor rabid, and a disgraceful scene of confusion and
disorder arose. Melbourne made his first speech, declaration,
and explanation, and is thought to have done it very
well—a good beginning. Last night Wharncliffe moved for
the production of Lord Wellesley’s letter, by which the
opinion of the Cabinet had been shaken about the Coercion
Bill. Lord Grey made a very handsome speech indeed,
throwing his shield over his old colleagues, declaring he
neither complained nor had he been ill-used, and entreated
that the new Government might be fairly tried, and not embarrassed
without cause in the outset. It was certainly the
speech of a thorough gentleman, but the case is after all a bad
one. The dates show what must have happened. It was on
the 20th of June that Mr. Littleton told O’Connell there was a
discussion going on in the Cabinet, and that the Coercion Bill
was not yet settled. Now on the 20th of June it was settled,
but on the 23rd of June came Lord Wellesley’s letter, which
unsettled it.[10]
It is clear, then, that a communication was made
O’CONNELL AND THE COERCION BILL.
to Lord Wellesley which it was confidently expected would
elicit from him such a letter as would enable the authors of
the communication to revive the discussion, and Littleton, not
being able to wait for its arrival, anticipated it, and told
O’Connell that the discussion was begun before the cause of
it was in operation. There certainly never was a more
complete underhand intrigue perpetrated than this, and
although no official document, or demi-official will now be
produced to reveal the name of the prime mover, everybody’s
finger is pointed at Brougham, and the young Greys
make no secret of their conviction that he is the man.
But undoubtedly the greatest evil resulting from the proceedings
and the termination of them (in the reconstruction of
this Government, with its additions, and the alteration of
the Bill) is the vast increase which must be made to the power
and authority of O’Connell. He has long been able to make
the Irish believe anything he pleases, and he will certainly
have no difficulty in persuading them that he himself has
brought about this state of things, that he has ousted Lord
Grey, introduced Duncannon (who of all the Whigs has been
his greatest friend), and expunged the obnoxious clauses from
the Coercion Bill, and the fact is that all this is not very far
from the truth. Between his dexterity in availing himself
of circumstances and his betrayal of Littleton, between the
folly of some men and the baseness of others, he has appeared
the most prominent character in the drama. Even now I
cannot make out why everybody wished the Bill to be thus
emasculated, for there would have been no difficulty in passing
it through both Houses. To the surprise of everybody
Littleton is suffered to keep his place, probably by the
protection of Althorp, who may have been as dogged about
him on this occasion as he was about the Speakership, and
as he is considered (on account of his character) so indispensable
in the House of Commons, of course he can make
his own terms.[11]
At Court yesterday to swear in Duncannon
Secretary of State. He told me he had made
Stanley[12]
(the
man they call Sir Benjamin Backbite, and familiarly Ben)
his under-secretary, telling him he must speak, for that he
(Duncannon) could not. Auckland and Duncannon will not
certainly add much to the oratorical splendour of the Government.
Ellice was there, and told me about a grand case the
Tories have got hold of against him, growing out of Lord
Western’s evidence in Whittle Harvey’s Committee. It there
came out that Western had applied to Ellice, then Secretary
of the Treasury (at the time of the great Reform election),
for money to assist at the Colchester election, and he sent 500ℓ.
They want to make out that this was public money, but they
won’t catch him. He says several individuals subscribed
large sums, which were placed at his disposal to be employed
to the best advantage for the cause. He will get out of it.
He talked of the Government, said it was a great error to
suppose it was inclined to movement principles, and that in
point of fact there was very little difference, except on Church
matters, between Sir Robert Peel and himself, that there
never was so good a House of Commons for the Government,
that in all this mess—for mess it was—the Tories could not
succeed in getting up a feeling or a prejudice against the
Government, and it was clear they were utterly powerless
there, that the House only required to be a little cajoled, and
was easily led; the word Reform was still potent there, and
had only to be uttered on occasions to bring the majority
round when they began to show a refractory disposition.
The Chancellor and the Hollands urged Lord
Grey to take the Privy Seal. This Sefton told me as a great
secret yesterday, but the indignation of the Greys burst
through all restraint, and they told it ‘à qui voulait les
LORD MELBOURNE’S ADMINISTRATION.
entendre,’ with every expression of rage and disgust, ‘adding
insult to injury.’ Lord Grey was more philosophical, and
rather smiled at the proposition, but he did not repress the
pious resentment of his children. The Grey women would
murder the Chancellor if they could. It certainly was a
curious suggestion. The Hollands think of nothing on earth
but how they may best keep the Duchy of Lancaster, and
they fancied Lord Grey’s holding the Privy Seal might be of
service to the Government, and if they could make him commit
such a bassesse so much the better. It is not always easy
to discover the Chancellor’s motives, but as he is as vindictive
as he is false and tricking, he perhaps took this opportunity
of revenging himself for the old offer of the Attorney-Generalship,
which he has never forgiven.[13]