A
WRITER in the last number of this Review, when giving a portraiture
of Mr. Gladstone, pointed out that that right honourable
gentleman was a bundle of persons rather than one. It will not, I
hope, be thought a very gross plagiarism if I say that Lord Beaconsfield's
fame may be divided into four or five distinct reputations, any one
of which, in the case of a smaller man, would be thought enough
for enduring celebrity. If Mr. Disraeli had never succeeded in making
his way into Parliament, he would still, without needing to add
another volume to the books he has written, have had to be taken
account of as one of our foremost men of letters. Supposing that, having
entered the House of Commons, he had not attained office, he would
yet have always been remembered as the keenest Parliamentary
debater of his time. If his public life had ended in 1852—that
is, more than a quarter of a century ago—without his having
become a Minister, he would have stood recorded as the most
skilful leader of an Opposition which our history has known. Had he
never passed a measure through Parliament, he must have been referred
to by all political thinkers as a strikingly original critic of our
Constitution.
Such trifles as that, being born in the days of dandyism, he
ranked among the leaders of fashion directly after he was out of his teens,
and that he has been a leading social wit his whole life through, may
be thrown in without counting. But add the above items together, and
fill in the necessary details, and what a startling result we have!
It is very obvious that I cannot here trace Lord Beaconsfield's
career in detail. The chronicle is much too rich for that. The
better plan will be to make the subject group itself around three or
four chief topics—say these: His public consistency; his personal
relations with Peel and other leaders; his political and social views
regarded as a system; and his recent foreign policy.
A single paragraph may, however, be interposed, just to bring the
principal dates together in a way of prospective summary. Within four
years' time from his entering the House of Commons, which, after vain
attempts at High Wycombe, Marylebone, and Taunton, he did in 1837
for the borough of Maidstone, Mr. Disraeli was at the head of a party—"The
New England Party." The group, if not very numerous,
drew as much public attention as if it had been of any size we like to
name. Lord John Manners and Mr. G. S. Smythe had the generosity
of heart and the keenness of insight to be the first won over by him,
and that against the prejudices of their families. Who has not heard of
their courageous pilgrimage to the Manchester Athenæum to explain to
Cottonopolis how they proposed to re-make the nation? Then came the
"Young England" novels, with which all Europe was shortly ringing—"Coningsby"
in 1844, "Sybil" in 1845, "Tancred" in 1847. In the meantime
Mr. Disraeli had associated himself heart and soul with Lord George
Bentinck, attacked Peel, and done far more than any other in reorganizing
the shattered Conservative party within the House as well as outside
it. By the last-named year, too, Mr. Disraeli had, after a voluntary
exchanging of Maidstone for Shrewsbury, become member for Buckinghamshire,
a seat which he was to keep so long as he remained in the
House of Commons. Suddenly Lord George Bentinck died (much too
early for his country), and very soon after that event, owing to the
generous standing aside of Lord Granby and Mr. Herries, Mr. Disraeli,
within a dozen years of his first entry into Parliament, stood forth as
the recognized leader of the Conservatives. The publication of the
famous Biography of Lord George Bentinck was at once his noble
tribute to the memory of his friend and a valuable help to the party.
Five years later, when Lord Russell fell and the first Derby Administration
was formed, Mr. Disraeli—never having held an inferior post—became
Chancellor of the Exchequer. Shortly followed Lord Palmerston's
triumphant reign, to be succeeded, after a further resignation of
Lord Russell, by the second Derby Ministry, in which Mr. Disraeli,
once more Chancellor of the Exchequer, found time, in addition to his
Budget-making, to dish the Whigs by a final Reform Bill. By-and-by
the nation lost the Earl of Derby, and the last promotion of official
dignity fell naturally to Mr. Disraeli, who became Prime Minister of
England. Mr. Gladstone succeeded in preventing the Cabinet from
having a very long life, and Mr. Disraeli kept mental self-composure
enough, after losing office, to sit down and write "Lothair." By-and-by
his political turn again came: 1874 saw him Premier for the second
time, and this present year of grace still beholds him in the post, only
in the Upper House, instead of the Lower, as Lord Beaconsfield, and
with a Parliamentary majority scarcely diminished by five years of an
imperial rule which brings back memories of England's most majestic
days. He has visited Berlin, and more than held his own in a Council
of the greatest modern diplomatists; has received a welcome back in
London city such as no living Minister can boast; and has had the
high honour of entertaining his Queen as a guest under his own roof.
Now I may go back to the first of the texts I have chosen.
It is certain that Lord Beaconsfield has always most tenaciously insisted
that he has from first to last been politically consistent. His
opponents, for very good reasons of their own, have unceasingly affirmed
that this assertion is his chiefest, in fact his culminating audacity.
But all the facts favour Lord Beaconsfield's view. In the first place, he
has never held office but on one side, and he is the only Prime Minister
during the last half century who could plead that circumstance. Earl
Russell could not say it; certainly Lord Palmerston could not; it is
quite out of Mr. Gladstone's power to urge it; even the late Earl of Derby
could not make the claim. Next, it is now about thirty-two years
since Mr. Disraeli was formally recognized as the leader of the Tory
party, and he is still at the head of them, without their confidence
having been for a moment shaken or withdrawn. Men, in fact, have
been born and have grown up to middle life with Mr. Disraeli all the
time remaining at the head of the Conservatives. His inconsistency
during at least this somewhat lengthened period must have been of a
strange kind, since it has always coincided with the wishes and the
interests of his party, for he has never split them, and he has thrice led
them into power, But we may go ten years further back than the dates
we have named. From first to last, he never sat in Parliament but as an
avowedly Tory member for a Tory constituency; during nearly thirty
years he sat for one and the same county. If you sift what his enemies,
have to say, you will find that it refers to something which took place
about forty-five years ago, and is to the effect that he was for five
minutes a member of the Westminster Reform Club, and was willing in
his first candidatures to accept the assistance of Mr. Hume or of any other
of the Radicals. Lord Beaconsfield has the plainest and, as I think,
the most sufficient explanation to give of it all.
He says that he came forward at High Wycombe and afterwards
offered himself to Marylebone as an opponent of the Whigs, determining
to do all he could to bring the Tories into better accord
with the masses of the people by re-establishing the natural social
bonds between the latter and the aristocracy. Certainly, this is
exactly what he has done; it is what he openly said that he aimed
at doing from the very beginning. Moreover, the Tories so understood
it from the first moment. They gave him their support at
High Wycombe before he went to Taunton, and political support
cannot be kept very secret. His name was a popular toast at
agricultural banquets, and he was sure of a welcome at any muster
of the Conservatives. Supposing that the Radicals had not had penetration
enough to comprehend the position he took up, who would have
been to blame for that? But the fact is that it has suited them to
pretend in this case to be more stupid than they were. No Radical
constituency ever elected Mr. Disraeli. The newspapers of the party
never spoke of him as one of their sort; and Messrs. Hume and
O'Connell were in a great hurry to withdraw their letters of recommendation,
which had reached the candidate unsought. It is not
denied by Lord Beaconsfield's most rabid defamer that he presented
himself as an Anti-Whig, and it is admitted that long before he was in
the House he was a supporter in public of Lord Chandos, and a eulogist
of Sir Robert Peel. In his address to the Marylebone electors he
described himself as an Independent. But it is really hardly worth while
to discuss Mr. Disraeli's politics on this narrow basis.
The case may be put into a nutshell thus: if he had postponed
seeking a seat till he went to Taunton, which was in 1835—that is to
say forty-four years ago—no one would have been able to say, even
in a way of cavil, that he had been ever any other than a most openly
understood Tory. It is true that the Radicals would still have
been able to complain that he had been bold enough to pass a
Reform Bill giving household suffrage in the towns, and so spoiled
once for all their party tactics. But that is an allegation of inconsistency
which his Conservative supporters whom it has placed in
office need not be very anxious to defend him against. The other side
had made the question of Reform cease to be one of fair politics;
Parliament after Parliament they were trading upon it in the most
huckstering spirit. Mr. Disraeli's own first narrower proposals were
scoffed at by them. The Bill that was finally passed was avowedly a
piece of party tactic, and admirably it answered its end. Of course,
since it succeeded so well, Lord Beaconsfield's rivals will never forgive
him for it.
However, a more rational use of my space will be to ask at what
stage of his career Mr. Disraeli developed the leading political principles
which came to be recognized as characteristically his? That
is the only mode in which it is worth while to discuss a man's consistency.
Lord Beaconsfield has himself done it all in the preface to
"Lothair," but I may recall a few details. In the very first election
address he ever issued, he styled the Whigs "a rapacious, tyrannical,
and incapable faction." That may be taken, one would suppose,
as pretty clearly marking his point of political departure. At his
second candidature for Wycombe, he quoted Bolingbroke and Windham
as his models; and it was as far back as 1835, in his "Vindication of the
English Constitution," that he first applied the term "Venetian" to our
Constitution, as the Whigs had transformed it. The very peculiarities
of theoretical opinion which are most individually his, can be traced
back into what in respect of a living man's career might almost be
termed antiquity—it is something like two-thirds of half a century ago
since he first spoke of the "Asian Mystery." Nobody's sayings live
as Mr. Disraeli's have done. The truth is, that so far from his political
system having been hatched piecemeal in a way of after-thought to
serve exigencies of personal ambition, he started with it ready made.
His critics themselves unknowingly admit this in one part of their
clumsy strictures, since they can find events so very recent as his naming
of the Queen Empress of India, and his appropriation of Cyprus, sketched
in his early novels. But let me take the very latest arraignment to which
he has been summoned to plead guilty—that of having invented "Imperialism"
just to bolster himself in office. As far back as 1849, which
now is exactly thirty years ago, in one of his greatest speeches after
having fairly settled down as the leader of his party, he used these
words:—"I would sooner my tongue should palsy than counsel the
people of England to lower their tone. I would sooner leave this
House for ever than I would say to the nation that it has overrated its
position.... I believe in the people of England and in their
destiny." In his last Premiership he has simply put those thirty-year-old
utterances into practice. If he had not done all he has done, he
would have been false to the heroic spirit of that far-back hour.
On the hustings at Maidstone Mr. Disraeli said, "If there is
one thing on which I pique myself, it is my consistency." Lord
Beaconsfield in advancing age may repeat the statement without varying
it a syllable, though more than forty years have elapsed between
the times.
The Peel-Disraeli episode has been for a long time now the chief
standard illustration of the political casuistry of our modern Parliamentary
history. Mr. Disraeli, those opposed to him will have it, acted most
cruelly in that matter. It is rather a curious thing for a young member
of Parliament to succeed in being cruel to the most powerful
Minister the House of Commons had seen for more than a generation.
If a giant is overthrown it must be rather the fault of the
colossus somehow, unless, that is, it be a bigger giant who attacks him;
and at that time of day, though Mr. Disraeli was growing fast, he
really was not yet of the same towering height as Peel. How was it,
then, that he succeeded in toppling over the great Minister? Let me
first of all say that the truth seems to be that Sir Robert Peel's
unlooked-for tragic death has given to his memory a pathetic interest
which has caused an unfair heightening of emotion in the case. Neither
all England, nor even the bulk of Parliament, was in tears, busy with
pocket-handkerchiefs, during the delivery of those famous philippics. If
pocket-handkerchiefs were used it was to wipe away drops caused by
laughter, for everybody was roaring from moment to moment as each
stroke told. Peel had taken up a position in reference to his old supporters
which was certain to entail attack; the only thing special that
Mr. Disraeli contributed to the assault was the splendour of the wit
which barbed it. Everything that he said of Peel, allowing fairly for
controversial exigencies, was strictly true. Nobody wishes to revive
those necessarily hard sayings now, but it must be insisted upon for a
second, in passing, that Peel had treated his party as no Minister before
him had ever done. It was the exactest verity, as well as the keenest
sarcasm, when Mr. Disraeli charged him with having tried to steer his
party right into the harbour of the enemy. Mr. Disraeli was the man
to feel this most of any, for it is one of his leading principles that as
this nation now exists party in our constitution is an apparatus absolutely
necessary to be preserved. He has for a third of a century
since then himself unfailingly worked by that rule. But I scarcely
need urge this part of the matter further here, as another word bearing
upon it will come later. If Peel had lived on, he and his
attacker would before the end have come to terms amicably enough, as
Mr. Disraeli has since done with everybody else whom he has, from
obligations of political duty, had publicly to oppose. That is, unless
they were stupid enough not to remember his known determination
that Parliamentary life should be raised above the level of vestry proceedings,
by being dignified by a play of wit; or else were ill-conditioned
enough, as some who have held high place have been, not to
meet his offered open palm when the weapon was put back into the
sheath. Peel himself would have had more sense; so, too, the present
bearer of his name has shown himself to have. The rather idle statement
that the Disraelian assault was prompted out of spite at not being
made an Under-Secretary may at this time of day be, perhaps, passed
over. Mr. Disraeli spoke with and voted for Peel long after that supposed
neglect, and though it may be said that a spiteful man could
nurse his revenge, it is just as true that the most generous
could have done nothing more than go on showing respect and giving
support just as Mr. Disraeli did. Further, no one was prompter than
he was with words of praise so soon as there was opportunity for them.
Indeed, the finest eulogy of Peel stands recorded in the printed pages
of the person who is charged with pursuing him with unheard-of
bitterness. The man who waited for office till the day when he vaulted
at once into the Chancellorship of the Exchequer, was scarcely the one
to be mightily offended, because, when a first batch of appointments
was distributed, an Under-Secretaryship went by him. It was the
leadership of his party for wise ends that Mr. Disraeli was looking
out for.
Here again, however, it is unnecessarily restricting the consideration
of the point to speak of Mr. Disraeli's invective only in reference to
Peel. Acting on his maxim that it is the very ornament of debate, he
at one time or other has let the lightning of his tongue play around everybody
in Parliament who offered fit mark for it. Lord Russell was scorched
by it; so was Lord Palmerston. Mr. Roebuck, who in those days was
thought to have a bitter lip, got singed from it; and Mr. Gladstone has
felt its blaze wrapping around him often. He is, at this moment, in
fact, supposed to be showing some not very ancient scars from it. But,
occasionally even Mr. Disraeli's friends felt a more lambent play of
this glorious irony. It was he who told the late Earl Derby that he
was only "a Prince Rupert of debate," always finding his camp in the
hands of the enemy on returning from his irresistible charges. He never
objected to receive as good as he gave, if only any one could be found
to give it him. Only once in all his career did he lose his temper—in
the challenge arising out of the O'Connell affair; and that was before
he was in Parliament. While in the House, who was there with steel
of any temper that he did not try its edge? Sharp blows were aimed
back, and he always admitted when it was a palpable hit; but who
came up so often as he did—who was there that did not go down before
him at the last? Take Mr. Disraeli and Lord Beaconsfield out of the
record of the Parliamentary debating of the last forty years, and what a
darkening it would give—what a gap it would make!
Something must now be said as to Lord Beaconsfield's systematic
political and social views. It is very certain that he has a system,
and it is also sure that he has never hidden what it is. Nobody
has been at such pains to make his views clear. He has written
books in explanation, as well as made speeches; he has illustrated
the system by fiction, besides backing it up by historical disquisition.
Anybody who chooses may learn what it is, and—as a great
modification of political feeling in this country shows—a vast number
have done so, by reading "Coningsby," "Sybil," and the preface to
"Lothair." Indeed, from this latter exposition itself, all that is vital
may be inferred. But the doctrine has of necessity some elaborateness,
and asks a trifle of thought. It cannot be hit off in as easy a way as
"Radicalism" can, where, when you have uttered the half-platitude,
half-sophism, "equality of man," you are supposed to have said nearly
everything. Lord Beaconsfield has always kept before him the conception
of a community, which he distinguishes from a mob, and if he
could get his own way in the matter he would have the society highly
organized; the keeping it real in every part, and strictly and broadly
popular in its entirety, being the only working limit that he would
prescribe to its institutional intricacy.
This system, though on its being gradually promulgated it was held
to be Mr. Disraeli's very own, expressly denies for itself that it is in any
sense Disraelian at all. Lord Beaconsfield avows that he has found it
in history—in our own history. He is content to be regarded as its
discoverer, not its inventor. In a word, Lord Beaconsfield's great claim
upon his countrymen, as he himself puts it, is that he has again brought
to light and forced under the eyes of Englishmen their own national
chronicle.
To begin with, it is his Lordship's firmly avowed belief that there
has been what may be called a break or rift in our great social
traditions. It is not difficult to see that he traces the causes of it back
to the violent subversal of the Church, which, he will have it, was never
in this country at any time in real danger of becoming Papal. But
I may take up the narrative somewhat later. With his own inimitable
terseness, he has thus described the three great evils which afterwards
made a social wreck of modern England: they were, he says, Venetian
politics, Dutch finance, and French wars. All these he attributes to the
Whig nobles. What is called the great Revolution, which they so hugely
turned to their glory and their profit, he, in "Sybil," ascribes to the fear
of those whom he calls "the great lay impropriators" that King James
intended to insist on the Church lands being restored to their original
purposes,—to wit, the education of the people and the maintenance of
the poor. They brought over William of Orange, along with whom,
he ironically says, England had the happiness of receiving a Corn Law
and the National Debt. But the Crown itself was enslaved in the
hands of the Whig families, who converted themselves into a Venetian
oligarchy; and, throwing off the natural obligations of property,
they borrowed money to defray the foreign wars in which William was
entangled before he left his own country.
These are the historical premises from which Lord Beaconsfield's
views are all fundamentally derived. It is open to anybody to try to
disprove them; what they have got to do is simply to show that the
above alleged facts were not the true ones. But no one has done this
as yet. Coming down still later in his history, Mr. Disraeli, in "Sybil,"
gave the following condensed description of the social condition which
had resulted,—"a mortgaged aristocracy, a gambling foreign commerce,
a home trade founded on a morbid competition, and a degraded people."
Here, again, the whole case is open to debate, but I venture to think
that he will be a bold man who denies that this was a vivid picture of
England at the moment Mr. Disraeli penned it. The bold man, at any
rate, did not present himself at the time. It was the last item in that
shocking list which fastened most on Mr. Disraeli's imagination—"a
degraded people." When writing "Sybil" he converted himself into
a Commissioner of Inquiry, and visiting the homes of his humbler
countrymen, painted them from sight on the spot. The descriptions in
those pages can never be forgotten of dwellings where lived fever
and consumption and ague as well as human beings; the three first-named
inhabitants being in fact the only tenants who remained under
the roofs long. With agitation unusual for him, but most consistent in
an upholder of the doctrine of race, he affirmed that "the physical
quality" of our people was endangered. But he further found that in
the manufacturing districts there was, to use his own words, "no
society, but only aggregation:" or, again to quote him, "the moral
condition of the people was entirely lost sight of." Much of this, he
believed, was due to the Church having failed in its obligations. "The
Church," he makes one of the characters in his story say to another in
it, "has deserted the people, and from that moment the Church has
been in danger, and the people degraded."
At this point I may very rightly interpolate a remark which has
not a little explanatory value. Just in proportion to the importance
given in Lord Beaconsfield's system to the Church was his natural
disappointment at the failure, regarded from one side, of the awakening
going on within its borders at the time of the "Young England"
movement. A great part of his hopes rested on that stir. He was expecting
from those most prominent in it a grand resuscitation of the
Anglican Church, but in place of that he says Dr. (now Cardinal)
Newman and the other seceders "sought refuge in mediæval superstitions,
which are generally only the embodiment of pagan ceremonies and
creeds." Bearing this in mind, there ought not to be much difficulty in
understanding either Lord Beaconsfield's position towards the Ritualists,
or the course he took as to the Public Worship Regulation Act.
What was the remedy for this state of society into which England
had fallen? The cure which seemed natural to Mr. Disraeli was to revert
to the principles of our history. Practically, the first thing to be done
was to break up the political monopoly of the Whigs, and it was this
very task that he set himself to do. I have already extracted a
passage denouncing that party in the first election address he issued.
But here, too, he had no new course to strike out. He affirmed that
both Lord Shelburne and Mr. Pitt had attempted the same work long
before. Shelburne, he said, saw in the growing middle-class a bulwark
for the throne against the Revolution families; and Pitt, still more
determined to curb the power of the patrician party, created a plebeian
aristocracy, when they baffled his first endeavours, blending it with the
old oligarchy. It has not unlikely begun to dawn upon the reader that
Mr. Disraeli, holding these views, was himself a Reformer, of a much
more comprehensive kind even than the Radicals. True, Reform as it
actually had come about in 1832, most craftily manipulated as it then
was by the Whigs to their own advantage, skilfully snatching profit out
of what ought to have been a danger to them, was not his notion.
For part of what happened then he, indeed, with his usual courage,
blamed the Duke of Wellington and his colleagues. His own party
have had from no quarter criticism so severe as that he has given them.
If Lord Beaconsfield is in favour of an aristocracy, it is because he is for
making it actually "lead." He affirms that the Tories, by their conduct
in office, precipitated a revolution which might have been delayed for
half a century, and which need never have occurred at all in so aggravated
a form. All that he could do, all that he has ever claimed to do, by his
own partial Reform measure, was to do away with part of the ill
effects of that partisan move of the other side, and to prevent fresh ill
ones from being worked in just the same way. But there ought to be
given a still broader statement of Lord Beaconsfield's political and
social doctrines, and, perhaps, I cannot do better than make with that
view the following quotation from the preface to "Lothair." He there
explains that his general aims were these:—
"To change back the oligarchy into a generous aristocracy round a real throne;
to infuse life and vigour into the Church as the trainer of the nation, by the revival
of Convocation, then dumb, on a wide basis, and not, as has since been done, in
the shape of a priestly faction; to establish a commercial code on the principles
successfully negotiated by Lord Bolingbroke at Utrecht, and which, though baffled
at the time by a Whig Parliament, were subsequently and triumphantly vindicated
by his political pupil and heir, Mr. Pitt; to govern Ireland according to the policy
of Charles I., and not of Oliver Cromwell; to emancipate the political constituencies
of 1832 from sectarian bondage and contracted sympathies; to
elevate the physical as well the moral condition of the people by establishing
that labour required regulation as much as property; and all this rather by the
use of ancient forms and the restoration of the past than by political revolution
founded on abstract ideas."
This, he goes on to say, appeared to him at the beginning of his career to
be the course which the country required, and, he adds, that it was one
"which, practically speaking, could only with all their faults and backslidings
be undertaken and accomplished by a reconstructed Tory party."
If I were able to find room for bringing together from Lord Beaconsfield's
books and speeches detailed passages to illustrate this summary,
it would be seen what a coherent social scheme he has always had present
to his mind. The above hints, however, must serve. Any one who,
after reading them, thinks that there is any ground for the electioneering
cry the Liberals are trying to raise, that this is a Minister who has no
domestic policy, will show more stolidity than we hope the bulk of the
electors possess. Further on I will return for a moment to this point.
Let me go at once to the fourth topic I have allotted to myself—Lord
Beaconsfield's foreign policy. This policy, I need not say, is that, of the
Cabinet as well, but I am not in this paper writing of the other members
of the Government. It is not my purpose to trace the history of
the Eastern Question, that of the Afghan War, and the Zulu embroglio.
But there is one general aspect of these matters as to which
I must offer two or three comments in addition to what has been
before said about "Imperialism." A set attempt has been made,
and is pretty certain to go on being made all the time between now
and the elections—whether they come earlier or later—and to be then
finally repeated on the hustings, to give to Lord Beaconsfield the
air of a most belligerent, not to say a bloodthirsty, Minister, who,
the moment he got into office, began to peep about the world
to see where he could pick a quarrel, and who has especially
acted defiantly towards Russia. By way of preliminary, I may ask
whether his past antecedents show him to be a statesman of this hobgoblin
type? Lord Palmerston found no more unyielding opponent of
his turbulent foreign policy than Mr. Disraeli, who always contended
that the effect of it was to draw the national attention away from home
reforms. When the question of coast fortifications was before Parliament,
Mr. Disraeli was among the first to protest against panic; he it
was who spoke of "bloated armaments;" and on countless occasions he
has raised his voice for peace and retrenchment. In 1865 he publicly
declared that since he had had to do with politics he had known only
one war which was justifiable—that waged in the Crimea. But it may
be said that it is a common artifice for men in Opposition to preach
peace. Let us, then, turn specially to the Eastern Question, and see
what grounds there are for insinuating that Lord Beaconsfield has in
that case concocted a war policy for the purpose of exciting and
dazzling the country, and keeping himself in power. In 1843—which
is now some time ago—in a debate as to the production of papers on
Servia, in which Sir Robert Peel and Lord Palmerston were the chief
orators, he made a speech which contained this passage:—"What, then,
ought to be the Ministerial policy? To maintain Turkey by diplomatic
action in such a state that she might be able to hold independently the
Dardanelles." Why, this is the literal description of what he has done
now. And we have already seen that in 1865, twenty-two years
after, the one only war he approved was that which had been fought
against Russia for this very purpose. In the early stage of the negotiations
which led to that war, his complaint was that the Government
was not vigorous enough in defending Turkey. But, in 1857, there
arose another occasion for testing whether Mr. Disraeli's feelings
naturally were for peace or war. He opposed the war with China, and
in the Persian affair he denounced the Russophobia of Lord Palmerston—the
very complaint from which, we infer, the Liberals wish him to be
understood to be himself suffering now. Or take India as a test.
According to the Duke of Argyll and others, Lord Beaconsfield has an
insatiable thirst for more territory in that part of the world. Very
strangely, it was he who most condemned the annexation of Oude,
going so far as to make a motion for a Royal Commission to be sent out
to India to inquire into the condition of the people. When the contest
between the Northern and Southern States of America broke out, no
public man regretted it more than he did, and he was unfalteringly on
the side of the North.
In fact, only in one single case has Lord Beaconsfield ever shown the
slightest disposition for sacrificing peace, if need be—namely, for the
checking of Russia's portentous advance; and this has necessarily implied
the maintenance of Turkey in some degree of power. Twice in his lifetime
has the need arisen, and he has acted the second time in just the
same way that he did the first, the only difference being that he happens
now, fortunately, to be in office instead of in Opposition.
In his first speech in the Upper House, Lord Beaconsfield said—"The
Eastern Question involves some of the elements of the distribution of
power in the world, and involves the existence of empires. I plead
for a calm statesmanlike consideration of the question." In his
second great speech in that House, he made this remark,—"The independence
and integrity of Turkey is the traditional policy not only of
England but of Europe." This is the absolute truth. It is not he
who has invented any brand-new tactics in this matter; he has simply
stood upon the old paths, and carried on the settled habits of our
statesmanship.
The innovators are Mr. Gladstone and the self-styled humanitarians,
who were for substituting hysterics for national diplomacy,
and thought to solve the Eastern Question by presenting the Turk
with a carpet-bag and begging him to retire with it into Asia. But
it is stated that Lord Beaconsfield has defied Russia. Well, turn to
the famous Guildhall speech, which is the great article in the indictment.
It suits his critics to pick words out of it to please them; but
it also contains sentences like the following, which they somehow overlook,—"We
have nothing to gain by war. We are essentially a non-aggressive
Power." In that same speech, too, he alluded to the
Emperor of Russia's "lofty character," addressing to him words of the
highest compliment. If he added a solemn warning to that monarch as
to the extent of England's resources if she was forced into war for the
cause of public right, he still was speaking in the interests of peace,
not war. It was his bounden duty to prevent the present Czar from
falling into the mistake his father was so fatally guided into by the
Manchester school—that of thinking England would in no case draw
the sword. Construe his words how you will, they amount to no more
than this. Mr. Gladstone and his friends, by their factitious public
demonstrations, partly did away with the natural effects of that grave
intimation,
and made it necessary for the Government to prove its seriousness
by bringing troops from India, and actually risking the very war
which Lord Beaconsfield had wished to avoid. But the Premier had the
courage not only of his opinions but of a true policy, and he has had
his reward. He successfully checked the sinister progress of Russia,
restored the reign of public law in Europe, and while exalting the renown
of his own country, he has pointed another empire—that of Austria—to
a new career which will benefit the world as well as strengthen
and ennoble herself. After the alliance between Germany and Austria-Hungary
was proclaimed, only one thing was left for his Lordship's opponents
to go on repeating,—namely, that he had, in upholding Turkey,
spared no thought or feeling to the victims of her rule. In the very face
of this there was the fact that he had made England the formal protector
of the inhabitants of Asia Minor, and had demanded Cyprus as a
nearer point of observation of the Turk; but the plain obvious meaning
of those arrangements has been tried to be muddled away by misrepresenting
the protectorate of Asia Minor as a new insult to Russia.
These brave humanitarians got sorely entangled in their logic on all
sides. They pleaded in one breath that England had rashly undertaken
too much responsibility for these oppressed peoples, and in the
next breath said that nothing would ever come of it. Lord Beaconsfield
has made it all clear, and in the simplest way. It is not fully
explained at the moment of our writing what is the actual extent of
the pressure put upon the Porte, nor what precise orders were sent to our
admiral, but when the recent news was first published here the opponents
of the Ministry must have felt that Lord Beaconsfield had ordered the
British Fleet to sail against them when they heard it was instructed to
steam back for the Turkish waters. Kindly meant as it might be for
those in Asia Minor, it was a very cruel step on the part of Lord
Beaconsfield towards some of his own countrymen, for it will necessitate
the altering of a good many already prepared electioneering speeches.
In the end, as we venture to predict, it will be seen that his Lordship and
his colleagues are the true humanitarians.
But let me not lose sight of the fact that this, though a very real plea
on the part of the Government, is not the one on which they mainly
rely. They have never pretended to be knights-errant for the righting
of wrongs throughout the world. What contents them is the humbler
rôle of old-fashioned English statesmanship, which seeks first to make
sure of the safety of our own empire and the promotion of our proper
interests, doing what further good it can to other peoples incidentally in
discharging the fair reasonable obligations which may in that way arise,
nor disdaining any glory that so falls to it. But an enormous obligation
of this sort was already on our shoulders—the preservation of India.
We have a strict duty to two hundred millions of human beings in the
East, and Lord Beaconsfield and his colleagues, who appeared to be the
only public men in England who remembered this, were determined to
discharge it. Anything and everything in their policy which may at
first sight seem risky or belligerent is explained fully to every one who
will keep that pressing need before his mind. It was this which made
them purchase the Suez Canal shares, and strengthen their interference
in Egypt; it was this that made them wish for a clearer understanding
with the Ameer of Afghanistan. But so little did they go about
matters with a high hand, that they most carefully humoured France
with respect to Egypt, and at the very earliest moment that they could,
they made a treaty with a new Afghan ruler. To try to make them
appear responsible for what afterwards occurred at Cabul is the most
shameless abuse of license on the part of an Opposition which parliamentary
records can show. A Russian embassy had been installed in
Cabul with no other guarantee for its safety than the word of a friendly
Ameer, and our Envoy and his suite were sent thither under the very
same guarantee. If we were not to be most dangerously overshadowed
by the Russian example, an English embassy had to show its face in
Cabul; and to say that our rulers either in Calcutta or in London should
have foreseen the pusillanimous break-down of the Ameer and the consequent
massacre of our brave countrymen is—well, it may be better
not further to try to say what it is.
Our own interests, I repeat, were jeopardized in every quarter where
the present Government has stirred hand or foot. That is its broad
justification. But I must certainly go a step farther than this. The
present Ministry assuredly would not be satisfied with an acquittal on
the Liberal arraignment; nor is that the verdict which the public has
given. The British people find this Government guilty of having won
for it and for themselves much honour. When Lord Beaconsfield saw
that in any event he was committed to a contest with Russia for the
defence of English interests, he had the courage and the wit to determine
that the issue of it should be the better for the world. It is for
this noble superfluity of skilful statesmanship, this Imperial scope given
to England's ruling, that Europe has thanked him, and the bulk of this
nation applauded him. By-and-by, he will reap still further credit, for
besides checking Russia he will eventually coerce the Turk. That further
obligation naturally arose out of the course he took, and he added it to
his proper task of safeguarding our own interests, just as impartially as
he did the other aim of arresting the Muscovite. I shall not push this
reasoning further: it seems to me sufficiently triumphant as it stands.
If Lord Beaconsfield has upheld the Turk, it was because it was
necessary, not because he admired him. But there is another remark,
coming much nearer home, that I wish to make before concluding this
section.
The foreign policy of Lord Beaconsfield has brought to him and
to his party much renown; but it has brought them nothing else.
That there has been the need for it is for the Conservatives a positive
misfortune. It has nearly entirely put aside the domestic legislation
on which they reckoned for at once redressing some grievances of their
own, and for satisfying the town populations who their true friends
were. Let it not be forgotten that it was on this very claim of having
a domestic policy that the Conservatives appealed to the people at the
last election. Their opponents, who now make a pretence of measures
of this kind being lacking, then denounced it loudly enough as a
"policy of sewage." But Lord Beaconsfield's rivals have tried hard
to make it seem that he sought out, or even invented, these hazardous
events abroad which put aside his home policy. The very attempt
impugns the common sense of the general public. A sort of pretext
might have been found for insinuating such a notion if Lord Beaconsfield
had been nearing the end of expending his Parliamentary majority
by carrying party measures. But to suppose that a Minister attaining
power in the triumphant way he did would wish to be plunged straightway
into foreign entanglements, is to imagine him stricken with idiocy.
Lord Beaconsfield had had far too much experience to make such a
preposterous mistake. He knew at the beginning, as he knows now,
that neither Minister nor party has much to gain in any way of permanent
power or confirmed home advantage from foreign policies, however
successful they may turn out to be. Foreign dangers are half-forgotten
as soon as they are past. Directly, these occurrences abroad will be
but memories; splendid ones they must ever remain: but they will
have against them, in the eyes of the unthinking, the drawback of
having necessarily, to some extent, disordered the finances. Lord
Beaconsfield's rivals are sure to make the most of that fact on the
hustings, as he well knew beforehand they would do; and, to balance
its effect, he will have nothing on which to rely but the patriotic
recollection of his country. Should everything go for the best, no
prestige which these foreign successes can give him and his party will
place him more solidly in power than he found himself at the beginning
of this Parliament; yet it will only be at the opening of the next that
he will be able to push forward the home policy intended for the present
Parliament. Apart from a heightening of fortunate reputation, won
through much risk, his own party will scarcely have gained a shred
of fair legislative or administrative advantage from six years' splendid
possession of overwhelming power.
It does not seem needful to waste space in speaking of the Zulu war.
Even the Liberals are beginning to be silent on the subject. The affair
was forced upon the Government, not sought for by them, and it has
ended successfully.
If I now ask what have been the causes of Lord Beaconsfield's unexampled
individual success, the remarks must at first seem to narrow
to mere personal ones. There has, in truth, been more than one reason for
the present Premier's triumphs. First of all, I might state the matter
so generally as to say that for half a century he has managed to keep
himself the most thoroughly interesting personage in England. Neither
Mr. Disraeli nor Lord Beaconsfield has ever been dull, which is the one
only sufficient explanation of failure wherever it happens. But such a
statement of the matter as this is too comprehensive and wants particularizing.
I may add, then, that no one has shown so much pluck
as he has, and that is a quality which in the end tells with the British
public beyond all others. For one starting with his disadvantage of
race to dream in those days of a political career was most courageous,
but so soon as it began to be seen that he would triumph over all
obstacles, his very difficulties turned to his advantage. He soon commanded
everybody's sympathies except those of injured partisans on the
other side. Not that it was sympathy he begged for; it was admiration
he extorted. Especially has he by means of his writings had the
generous feeling of youth in his favour, generation after generation.
They can never remain untouched by the spectacle of a successful fight
against circumstances. But Lord Beaconsfield has not owed all to dash
and daring. His industry has been equal to his pluck. If he had only
been a politician that would have had to be said; and so it again would
if he had only been known as the writer of his works. Put both the
careers together and nobody else has shown such fertility of brain. His
marvellous intellect has never tired. The versatility, too, has been
marvellous: a novelist and a diplomatist, a poet and a Chancellor
of the Exchequer, a satirist and a successful leader of Opposition. For
fifty years, in one or other of these characters, and often in several of
them at once, his wit has never ceased blazing, save when he himself, the
only one who ever tired of its play—except, indeed, those hit by it—has
chosen to smother it in silence; but it was always ready to flash forth
upon occasion, and is as bright to-day as ever.
But, to come yet closer to the heart of the secret of Lord Beaconsfield's
success, his faithful devotion to the great historic party he
allied himself with has been equal to his courage, to his industry, and to
his abilities. No politician can make an individual career; he has to
find his success in the prosperity of his followers. The loyalty which
Lord Beaconsfield has shown to his party and the ungrudging recognition
they have paid to him has half-redeemed the hardness of our
coarse partisan politics. Some Liberals have had the want of wit,
without our going so far as to say the lack of capability of feeling,
to express surprise at the faithful respect shown to Lord Beaconsfield
by his present colleagues. That Lord Beaconsfield has a personal
charm must be admitted, for he has turned every one who
was ever brought into any degree of nearness with him into a
friend, as well as a colleague. Those who like may believe that he has
done it by the use of magic philtres; less credulous people will, perhaps,
content themselves with thinking that his spell has been simply that of
strength of character, superior experience, and a non-despotic manner.
One thing is very patent. This chief of a Cabinet who is said to have
imprinted everywhere his own individuality on the Ministerial policy, has
never practised the slightest interference with his subordinates. It is
not he who has been charged with an uncontrollable wish to be the representative
of all the Ministry in his own person. Just as he could
show patience when a leader of Opposition, he has been able to be silent
when a Minister. However, it has been rather insinuated that he
became preternaturally active in the Cabinet Councils—there standing
forth a wizard, and cast all his colleagues into a clairvoyant slumber.
Strange to say, they remained in the same comatose condition afterwards
in both Houses, never waking up though speaking and passing measures.
Two members of his Government, however, have broken away—Lords
Derby and Carnarvon have escaped from the magician's cell; but they
have divulged nothing as to any necromantic violence worked on them.
No, Lord Beaconsfield's fair and reasonable ascendency has been more
honestly won. But his marvellous friendships have not been the only
softening touches in his career. All England felt a strange thrilling
about the heart on the morning when it heard that Mr. Disraeli's wife
was henceforth to be the Viscountess Beaconsfield. It was a domestic
idyll suddenly disclosed in the centre of British politics. A man who
can make his own hearth the scene of romance, convert all who
know him well into true friends, and win all the young people of a
nation, must be something more than a self-seeker.
Still, though these things might explain Lord Beaconsfield being so
interesting, something else has yet to be added to account for the overwhelming
importance which he has attained in the last period of his
career. Not even the success of his party could have given him that
unless the policy which secured this prosperity had obtained, also, the
exalting of the nation.
It is this which is his final boast; he has uplifted higher the fame
of England, and by doing that has made his own renown the greater.
Once more, it was achieved in the simplest way. He invented nothing,
strained at nothing, but only boldly carried on the traditionary English
policy, at a moment when his opponents were willing to forget it; and
in merely proving equal to the opportunity, and daring to make Britain
act worthily of her history, he has changed by her means the destiny of
the Western World. Not only his own countrymen, but Europe and
nations more distant still, to-day hail him as the greatest of modern
English statesmen. That is a title and dignity somewhat higher than an
Earldom, and it is under that larger style that those who wish to do Lord
Beaconsfield full honour will have to allude to him hereafter in the
national annals.
These are some of the reasons why we honour and follow him.
A Tory.
If a Whig had been asked ten or a dozen years ago, or indeed
six years back, to write his impressions of Mr. Disraeli, he would
have set about it in a strikingly different spirit from that which the task
awakens now. Lord Beaconsfield has recently become much too serious
a joke in the national history, but for a very long time the jocosity was
light enough. In the eyes of all Liberals who had not fully acquired
the gravity of their own fundamental principles, there was, down to a
very late period, always something diverting about Mr. Disraeli. He
might and did vex them, but shortly they were again smiling at him.
The explanation was this, that for a long time his presence in Parliament
hardly at all hindered the progress of Liberal measures. Whenever
a legislative reform was proposed, he invariably spoke against it,
and at some stage afterwards the Conservatives voted in a body the same
way. From the voting being subsequent to the speaking, there was an
illusive appearance of Mr. Disraeli's speechifying being the cause of the
Tory division list. But, in reality, there was no such connection, and
the Liberals were aware of it. They all knew that the Conservatives
would have voted just the same without a word being spoken. If, during
all the years Lord Palmerston was in power, almost the whole of
Lord Russell's earlier and later official terms, and down to nearly the
end of Mr. Gladstone's Ministry, Mr. Disraeli, instead of making speeches,
had amused his audience by pirouetting on one leg night after
night, the practical result would have been exactly the same. It could
not have been so entertaining to the Liberals, because, looking at some
members of the Conservative party, it would have exceeded the bounds
of belief to suppose that Mr. Disraeli was really twirling for the whole,
whereas it did somehow come to be accepted that he was speaking for
all of them. The unlooked-for thoughts he pretended to put into
their minds, and the preposterous words he did put upon their lips,
kept all Englishmen who were not Conservatives shaking their sides
with laughter. It was as if a foreign Will-o'-the-Wisp had strayed
into the British Parliament, always, however, keeping himself and his
antics on the Conservative side, as being, we suppose, the worst-drained
part of the House, where the morasses lay. Even when, to the amazement
of the country generally, Mr. Disraeli found his way into office,
the merriment did not stop. Nobody who has reached mature years
can forget what an astounding drollery it was thought to be when
Mr. Disraeli was made Chancellor of the Exchequer by Lord Derby.
For the time it seemed to convert English politics into pantomime.
Will-o'-the-Wisp had been asked by the country party to undertake the
post of chief financier. Everybody on the other side was prepared
beforehand to laugh at his Budgets; and, when they were propounded,
the Liberals did laugh a little more even than they had expected to do.
When he brought in his India Bill, the merriment grew perfectly
uproarious,—Manchester,
Liverpool, Glasgow, Belfast, and the other large commercial
towns exploding one after the other. It was the same when he
proposed to give sixteen millions for Irish railways; it was the same with
the first sketches of his Reform Bill. Surely nobody can have forgotten
the "fancy franchises?" In a word, every domestic measure that Mr.
Disraeli ever proposed was, in the first shape in which it was presented,
received with mirth from nearly every quarter excepting his immediate
rear. There sat his supporters, usually in those years wearing rather
long faces during the earlier period of the statements, and apparently
wondering if their ears could possibly be telling them rightly.
But all this, as there is not a single Liberal in the country but will admit,
is a good deal altered. Lord Beaconsfield has recently signed foreign
treaties on England's behalf, insisting most successfully, he tells us, on
what kind of treaties they should be; he has undoubtedly put our armies
and fleets into motion; and, while risking war in Europe, has actually
waged it in Asia and Africa. The bustle of these events, and a certain
dazzle and glitter attending them, cause people in general, at this moment,
to forget all that prior long period of non-success on his part in everything
else but making successive steps of personal advancement. What
has happened lately in Lord Beaconsfield's career has certainly worn a
look of importance, and it has undoubtedly embodied political power.
If, as the Liberals will have it, he is still really Will-o'-the-Wisp as
much as ever, he has managed to get hold of the sword of England, and
has for some time been playing with it to the great wonder of foreign
nations. But how has this change in his position been worked? This
is the question I want now to consider.
A Hebrew by descent, a Christian by profession, and in politics a
Tory—such is Lord Beaconsfield. This description, on the very face
of it, is a rather mixed one, and implies a singular career. It is,
however, the last item which specially fixes my attention. Mr. Disraeli,
sparse though the instances are, was not the first of his race who changed
his faith. Also, there have been, and indeed still are, other Hebrews
who have entered public life in England, and attained conspicuousness in
it. But those, while remaining nearly invariably Jews in religion, became
Liberals in politics. In fact, Lord Beaconsfield is the only Hebrew
of importance known who turned Tory. It was—and at first sight it
gives a highly religious air to the Conservative party—indispensable to
his doing this that he should first be a Christian. Not being that he would
indeed have had to wait till the Liberals carried their Bill for the
Removal of Jewish Disabilities before he could have joined the Conservatives
inside Parliament. That circumstance, again, seems to give to
his career a curious aspect. In fact, the reflection is forced
upon one so early as this,—what an utter failure Mr. Disraeli must
have been if he had not so amazingly succeeded! To be a Hebrew-Tory
left just two issues, either to become the leader of the party or
the very humblest member of it. All the circumstances would seem
to point to the latter alternative as being the natural one, but it is the
other which has somehow come about. Mr. Disraeli has flowered into
the Earl of Beaconsfield, and has now twice been, and will remain for a
little time longer, the Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Mr. Disraeli did not wait for his celebrity until he entered the House
of Commons; he gathered the renown of authorship, and I might add,
remembering the number of constituencies he tried before he was elected,
the notoriety of out-door political life, before he plucked the fame of
statesmanship. At the early age of twenty-two he was a literary lion
in London society; his only claim to this premature publicity, though it
was held to be quite sufficient, being that he was the writer of "Vivian
Grey." It is quite impossible to begin to speak of Lord Beaconsfield
in any other way than in connection with "Vivian Grey," although he is
understood not altogether to approve of one's doing so.
All the world knows, or is supposed to know, this work. Mr. Disraeli's
own description of its object was that it was meant to paint the career of
a youth of talent in modern society, ambitious of political celebrity.
Nearly everybody has persisted in regarding it as a kind of prospective
autobiography, which the writer has ever since been occupied in realizing.
Certainly Mr. Disraeli was at that time a youth, and a youth of
talent; he must have been in society or he could not have known a great
many people who are sketched in the pages; and it is impossible for him
to deny that he was ambitious of political celebrity. The means
Vivian Grey adopted for attaining that aim were, also, wonderfully
like some of those which Mr. Disraeli himself afterwards, by some
mistake, appeared to use. On the title-page of the book was the well-known
quotation from "Ancient Pistol," to whom, in the eyes of some
people, Lord Beaconsfield at certain moments of his career has ever had
an indistinct resemblance. "The world is mine oyster," the motto
stated, either on behalf of the writer or the hero; going on to add the rest,
to the effect that either the one or the other meant to open it. Lord
Beaconsfield has assuredly done so. The profound reflection which
prompts the youthful hero of the book to his course of action was
this:—"How many a powerful noble wants only wit to be a Minister;
and what wants Vivian Grey to attain the same end? That noble's
influence." Not many years after this Mr. Disraeli was seen in public
very close to Lord Chandos. But it was not that Lord but Lord Carabas
that Vivian Grey chose for his patron, which is, no doubt, a difference.
The story most frankly relates how Vivian wins the marquis by teaching
him how to make tomahawk punch, how he wins the marchioness by complimenting
her poodle, and how during the task he consoles himself by
such thoughts as this:—"Oh, politics, thou splendid juggle!" His settled
purpose he thus sums up: "Mankind, then, is my great game." He
expressly states that he is to win this game by the use of his "tongue,"
on which he states he is "able to perform right skilfully;" but it will,
he recognises, be requisite "to mix with the herd" and to "humour
their weaknesses." The chief guiding rule which he lays down for himself
in the midst of it all is, "that he must be reckless of all consequences
save his own prosperity."
There are people who still believe that in all this they see
sketched the very determinations, maxims, and rules which are to
be found deliberately carried out in Mr. Disraeli's actual career. It is
perplexing. The parallel, they assert, runs into the closest correspondence
of detail. Vivian Grey's model author is Bolingbroke; and everybody
knows that he, also, was Mr. Disraeli's. The young man in
the book shows his reverential admiration for Bolingbroke by inventing
a few passages and putting them into that personage's mouth for the
better bamboozling of Lord Carabas; and it is known that Mr. Disraeli,
at different periods of his life, has taken passages from other people and
put them into his own mouth. But I cannot pursue this comparison
or contrast, or whatever it is, farther: it will be better seen as I go
on, what grounds people have had for beholding Mr. Disraeli in Vivian
Grey. For the present it is enough to say, that it was Mr. Disraeli,
and not Vivian Grey, who wrote this book. So much as that is quite
certain. A fiction of the kind above briefly hinted at was the first
fruit of Mr. Disraeli's intellect; it was in penning those pages of
caricature of everybody who was notable in London society that he
expended the first fresh enthusiasm of his mind, and displayed the earlier
untainted innocence of his disposition. Lord Beaconsfield has spoken of it
as a book written by a boy. It was that which made it so marvellous.
This boy began with satire, and it might have been predicted that the
juvenile would develop into an exceptional man.
It was not until 1837, when Mr. Disraeli was about thirty-three
years old, that he entered Parliament. Maidstone had the honour of
finding him his first seat, though he had been willing to represent
three other boroughs previously, if there had not been reluctance on
the part of the constituencies. High Wycombe saw his earliest appearance
on the hustings, and, indeed, it beheld him as a candidate more
than once, but never as a member. He also offered himself to Marylebone.
By some mistake it was supposed that in these instances he
came forward as a Radical. Certainly his addresses spoke of short
Parliaments, the ballot, and other measures commonly held to be
Liberal. Mr. Joseph Hume, Mr. O'Connell, and Sir F. Burdett fell under
the delusion, and wrote letters recommending him, though they afterwards
withdrew them. But when, a little later, Mr. Disraeli contested
Taunton as a Tory he explained it all. It seems that it arose out of a
mystification. From the first he really stood as an "Anti-Whig,"
which the Liberals thought meant a Radical; and Mr. Disraeli, not
wishing unnecessarily to disturb their minds, had let them go on thinking
so. However, there was no doubt whatever as to his politics long
before he was finally successful at Maidstone. He had become
intimate with Lord Chandos, and had had his name toasted at banquets
by the Aylesbury farmers as a friend of the agricultural interest. The
whole question is one scarcely worth debating. I myself believe that
the proper description of Mr. Disraeli at this time was not strictly either
that of Radical or Tory; his accurate designation would have run,—"An
intending politician determined somehow to get into Parliament,
and looking eagerly for the first opening." Let me also add that, from
a review of all his tastes, I further believe that he would have preferred
the opening to offer on the Tory side, if only it had come soon enough.
The early part of Lord Beaconsfield's Parliamentary life will have
to be compressed into a very brief space. Where would be the good
of re-opening in any detail the closed story of those stale politics,
all as dead as Queen Anne herself; or where the use of treating
Mr. Disraeli's doings as very seriously forming part of those politics?
He simply availed himself of his opportunities. For all practical
purposes I might nearly skip—strange as that at first sight seems—to
his second term of office in the post of Premier. It is only during
a comparatively very few of these later years that Lord Beaconsfield
has been of real importance in our politics. Of course, he had
always much significance for his party, but it is of the nation I
am speaking here. These individual tactics have only any general
interest now through their making him successively Conservative
leader, Chancellor of the Exchequer, and Prime Minister. Nothing
in this world, I should say, would be more tedious than tracing,
for example, how Mr. Disraeli trimmed and tacked between Protection,
Reciprocity, Revision of Taxation in the interests of the
farmers, and a recognition of Free Trade. It all resulted in
nothing; at least, the one single result it has brought forth has been—Lord
Beaconsfield. But if a detailed retrospect of his lordship's earlier
career would now have this dreary aspect, it was at the time lively
enough, from moment to moment, not only on account of his debating
smartness, but owing to a certain drollery which it for a long time wore.
A Minister, plainly, must get both his glory and his power from either
domestic measures or from foreign policy. Very curiously, considering
all the facts of Lord Beaconsfield's history down to the beginning of this
last term of office, it was only to home matters that he should have
looked for any distinction. An impression seems oddly to have
popularized itself that he has a special genius for foreign affairs, and an
enormous acquaintance with diplomacy. I can only say, that five
years ago nobody knew it. The real truth is, that he had never any
opportunities before of meddling with events abroad, and that we have
been represented in these recent foreign complications by a Minister
who, to that very moment, had had less to do with diplomacy than any
English Premier for fully three-quarters of a century.
Lord Beaconsfield's mind has always been occupied with home affairs,
and his characteristic views on these come from the quarter whence
it is supposed all truth has been derived—the East. He somehow
picked them up during two years of travel in those parts, from 1829 to
1831. About the former date, Mr. Disraeli's first brilliant but very
brief literary success was over. He had published a second part of
"Vivian Grey," which the public somehow was too busy to read; and
had issued a further work of satire, "Popanilla," which it also neglected
to buy. Mr. Disraeli immediately vanished into the Orient. When,
after visiting Jerusalem, and lingering, as he tells us, on the plains of
Troy, he returned to these shores, he brought back with him the Asian
Mystery and a whole apparatus of political and social principles. He
had also some manuscripts, which did not turn out to be of so much
importance—"Contarini Fleming" and "The Young Duke." It was
the most surprisingly fruitful voyage of discovery that any traveller ever
made. Years elapsed before all the principles were given to the world,
but Mr. Disraeli had them by him. Some of them are, indeed, hinted
at as early as 1835, when he issued his "Vindication of the English
Constitution," before he was in Parliament. Still, the system was not
divulged in its entirety until he was in the House, and had
founded what became known as the "Young England School." It is to
the series of political novels which he then wrote that we must turn for
the complete exposition of his fundamental ideas. Somehow, it has
always seemed to everybody the most natural and fitting thing in the
world that Mr. Disraeli should have corrected the inaccuracies of our
national history, and shown our social fallacies, by writing works of
fiction. The instruction with which he began the new training of
the public was this—that our history is, in all the latter part of it,
entirely wrong. In "Sybil," he thus gives his general opinion of the
way in which it has been written:—"All the great events have been
distorted, most of the important causes concealed, some of the principal
characters never appear, and all who figure are so misunderstood and
misrepresented that the result is a complete mystification."
Assuredly if this, or anything like it, was the state of things, Mr.
Disraeli had not discovered it one moment too soon, and he was more
than justified in making it known. On all the points named in the
above summary he supplies most important rectifications. It seems
that the people of this country, in so far, that is, as they were not the
merest tools of their rulers, were under an entire mistake as to Rome
wanting any domination in England in Henry the Eighth and Elizabeth's
time; and that, strange to say, they also again fell into exactly the
same delusion at the expulsion of James I. Mr. Disraeli puts the
people who lived at those times right on these matters. But it was a
section of nobles who at the latter juncture were to blame; those,
namely, who had been enriched by the spoliation of the Church. Mr.
Disraeli, indeed, gives the very simplest explanation of the Revolution
of 1688. He states that the great Whig families were afraid that King
James meant to reapply the Church lands to the education of the people
and the support of the poor, and, in their alarm, they brought over
Prince William, who gladly came, since it was only in England that he
could reckon on being able to borrow money enough to carry on his
failing war against France. In and from that hour happened the catastrophe
which overwhelmed the English people—the Crown became
enslaved by a Whig oligarchy. What Mr. Disraeli styles Venetian
politics rushed in upon us, and these, by the aid of what he further
calls Dutch finance—that is, the incurring of a National Debt—made
foreign commerce necessary, and increased the obligation of home
industry; nearly, as might be expected, ruining everything.
All the more modern period of our history had been, he in the most
wonderful way explains, a fight to the death between these fearful Whig
nobles on the one hand, and, on the other, a struggling heroic Crown
and some enlightened patriotic Tory peers. The true incidents of this
dark and stupendous conflict had never been clearly observed by the
people in general at the time, nor had the real events been recorded in
any of the common chronicles. But, as any one will be ready to allow,
Mr. Disraeli could not be blamed for this. What was especially to his
credit was that he had himself found out that the real ruler of England,
in the era immediately preceding his own, was a certain Major
Wildman, whom nobody before Mr. Disraeli had ever in the least
suspected of wielding supreme power. I cannot stay to give the
details of this portentous disclosure, but anybody may find them in
Lord Beaconsfield's surprising pages. But in spite of superhuman exertions
in the cause of the people by Lord Shelburne, and after him
Mr. Pitt, the wicked Whigs always triumphed; the crowning act of duplicity
on their part being, in fact, the passing of the Reform Bill of 1832.
The above is a highly condensed, but strictly accurate summary of
Lord Beaconsfield's version of our national history. Any reader by the
slightest rummaging in his own mind will know how far his own impressions
agree with it. But this is only his Lordship's instruction of us
as to facts: I must proceed to state the principles of action he founds
upon them. Here, however, I find myself brought up a little. If
the whole truth is to be spoken, this further task is more easily
announced than performed. Mr. Disraeli, in those early days, assuredly
made a great appearance of stating his political opinions; but it almost
seems as if a novel, after all, is not the best means of expounding
political doctrine. The more you attempt to lay hold of these principles
the more they somehow show a lack of exactness. But let me try.
He again and again affirms that he is for our having a "real throne,"
which he asserts should be surrounded by "a generous aristocracy;"
and he wishes, moreover, for a people who shall be "loyal and
reverentially religious." All this certainly sounds as if it meant something
very satisfactory. It is only when you try to penetrate into it
that your over-curiosity leads to perplexity. Neither Mr. Disraeli nor
Lord Beaconsfield has ever definitely explained, for example, how far a
throne being "real" means that he or she sitting upon it shall have a
personal veto. All that you can quite clearly make out as to securing
"generousness" in the aristocracy is that they shall not be Whigs; you
may suppose that they ought to be, and, in fact, no doubt would be,
Tories. Pushed strictly home, it would seem to be implied that every
peer who holds property which once belonged to the Church should
be stripped of it, and it might be construed to mean that they
should become commoners. Then, as to the people at large, how are
they to be made loyal and religious, since it seems that they are neither
of these now? From not the least important parts of Lord Beaconsfield's
teaching, the first step logically to be taken with this view
would be to ask the vote back from all of them who now have it.
His own Household Franchise Bill will have given more work to do
in this way. But the passing of that mysterious measure has been
explained,—it was, at the moment, a necessary piece of party tactics.
Strictly regarded, the explanation points to the conclusion that,
if it could be done safely, the Act ought to be revoked to-morrow.
But, certainly, it was no such measure as that he relied upon for
elevating the condition of the people. What he did depend upon for
doing it he has specified, and it is this,—the revival of Church Convocation
on a particular basis, of which he knows the exact measurement.
Possibly the reader, if he is not a political partisan, is growing puzzled.
"Was nothing else," he may ask, "proposed in the Disraelian system
for the cure of popular evils?" This, certainly, was not the whole
of what it included some mention of. For example, the preface
to "Lothair" states that one of Lord Beaconsfield's aims always
was the establishment of what he terms "a commercial code on
the principles successfully negotiated by——" No, it was not by
Cobden and Bright, for it will be remembered Lord Beaconsfield
did not adhere to that: but the full sentence runs,—"successfully
negotiated by Lord Bolingbroke at Utrecht." He farther states that
it is a principle with him that labour requires regulating no less than
property. I myself cannot assert that I ever met with any one
who professed to understand what this means; but "labour," and
"regulating," and "property" are very good words, and if there has
not been a great waste of language, the remark must signify a good
deal. His system, also, does really make allusion to the electorate,
for it specifies as another of his cherished purposes, "the emancipation
of the constituencies of 1832." Other people used, in an old-fashioned
way, to talk of enfranchising non-electors; but it is the voters that
Lord Beaconsfield is for emancipating. The two most definite statements
of his political theory are to be found in "Sybil," where he
makes Gerard say that "the natural leaders of the people, and their
only ones, are the aristocracy;" and adds, through the mouth of
somebody else, that "the Church has deserted the people," to which
he attributes their having become "degraded."
One of Lord Beaconsfield's very strongest points has always been
this physical and moral degradation of the people. He has talked
about it so much that it has nearly seemed that he had got some plan
for doing something for it. In the sketches he gives in "Sybil"
of the homes in Marner, the dens in which the working classes
dwell, and the squalor of their condition, he nearly touches the heart.
It somehow has an effect almost identical with the sentiment of the
most advanced Liberal politics until you come to the remedies proposed.
The use which Lord Beaconsfield makes of the towns in his teaching
is worth noting. Any one who scrutinizes it closely will see that his
ideal social system is the rustic one of the country parish, taking
always for granted that it is perfect; and he kindly goes for examples
of social failure to the towns,—the origin and condition of which,
according to all strict reasoning, he must be supposed to attribute
to the Whig nobility. How accurately this fits in with what is known
of the development of modern manufactures every reader will know.
If anybody should say that he cannot see any accuracy in the above
version of the national history, and that there is no real applicability to
our affairs in such a system, or, as such an one would perhaps style it,
pretended system of politics, I can only reply that if he is under the
impression that he is an admirer of Lord Beaconsfield, then this is
very sad. For these are certainly Lord Beaconsfield's views of our
history and the scheme of his politics. Neither of them, I will venture
to add, surprises me. It seems to me that if a political Will-o'-the-Wisp,
such as the Liberals for so long a time would make out Lord Beaconsfield
to be, got into the top-boots and heavy coat of an English squire,
these are just the historical conclusions and political generalizations
which he would make, when he began trying to think like a country
gentleman; and, for anything I can say, he would make them with a
certain sincerity, that kind of ratiocinative working being natural to the
Will-o'-the-Wisp intellect, when smitten with a passion for Parliamentary
life and an aspiration for counterfeiting philosophy. Moreover, both the
home politics and the foreign policy seem to me exactly to fit; they
really each display like qualities of mind, and I can see no reason
for any one who can accept the latter stickling at the former. If what
is really at the bottom of the objection is, as I suspect it is, a feeling
that there is something flimsy, artificial, flashy about either, or both, the
politics and the policy, is not that asking too much from the light
glittering source I have described? The Liberals have always done
Lord Beaconsfield the justice of never expecting more than this from
him, and he, on his side, has never disappointed their expectations.
If they had not previously thought much of him in connection
with foreign policy, never in fact believing that he would actually
preside at a critical juncture long enough for that question much to
signify, there is not a person in our party who would not have known
beforehand that any foreign policy of Lord Beaconsfield, if the occasion
for one ever came, would be one of dazzle—Jack-o'-Lantern
diplomacy and Will-o'-the-Wisp home politics rightly belonging to one
another. The bright and bewildering flashes have now for a long time
been ceaselessly playing here and there all over Europe from the direction
of London; now hitting St. Petersburg; now gilding Berlin;
then flickering over Constantinople; flaming terribly at Cabul;
quivering at the Cape; striking Egypt at short intervals; and shimmering
their mildest at Paris. The activity, as was likely in such a case, has
been unprecedented. My own conviction is that Lord Beaconsfield
has amazed, perplexed, it may be astounded, foreign diplomatists throughout
Europe quite as much as he has done any of his opponents at home.
What fitness, I should like to ask, has Lord Beaconsfield ever shown
for appreciating the great events which, during his time, have gone forward
in the world. During this generation, two stupendous rearrangements
of States, completely recasting all the international relationships of
Western Europe, have taken place—the unification of Italy and the
transformation
of Prussia into a German Empire. Political earthquakes like
those do not come about all in a moment; these two were, in fact, long in
preparation; there were throes, there were signs, there were symptoms.
Some English statesmen—we could name several on the Liberal side—read
the intimations rightly. But what subtle diplomatic sensitiveness
did they challenge in Lord Beaconsfield—what preternaturally quick
prognostications had he of the foreign marvels that were about to
happen? Look first to the Prussian transformation. He severely
blamed Chevalier Bunsen for indulging what he styled "the dreamy
and dangerous nonsense called German nationality." Turn to Italy.
Lord Beaconsfield characterized the earliest attempts of those patriots
determined to win back national life or die as "mere brigandage." He
spoke of the "phantom of a United Italy." All the world knows that so
late even as the publication of his novel, "Lothair," he was under the
impression that everything that had happened in the Italian peninsula
and in Sicily was the work of a few secret societies, of whom Garibaldi
was the figure-head. Take another example. He glossed over the former
policy of the Austrian rulers towards Hungary, as innocent as the youngest
baby in any cradle in any of our embassies, of discerning that in a few
years it would be Hungary that would dominate the empire. In fact,
Lord Beaconsfield has never shown the slightest true prevision of anything
that was to happen abroad. But I must not be so unfair as to forget
that Lord Beaconsfield took the side of the North in the American Civil
War. Accidents will happen at times in the play of any kind of intellect;
and this, at the very moment, had something of the appearance of
being an abnormality of the Disraelian mind. When you look into the
instance more closely, it proves not fully to contradict the other cases.
Mr. Disraeli uttered a prophecy as to the future of America, and it was
this: "It will be a mart of arms, a scene of diplomacies, of rival States,
and probably of frequent wars." The result has vindicated his Lordship—nothing
of the sort has happened.1 Come, however, still nearer home.
The French Commercial Treaty, which was the first practical attempt to
bring the peoples on each side of the Channel into real intercourse, sure
to make them permanent friends in the end, was urgently opposed by Lord
Beaconsfield. It was towards him that Mr. Cobden had to turn at every
stage of his nearly superhuman labours to see what was the next obstacle
he would have to set himself to try and overcome.
I venture to say that the foreign policy of such a Minister is certain
to end in being one of isolation. Jack-o'-Lantern is always so busy
in converting all he does into some private business of his own, that,
by-and-by, he is sure to be alone in the transaction. Let us test the
diplomatic situation as it now stands, by this rule, and, if it turns out
that the English diplomacy has really established concert on our part
with anybody, it will have of necessity to be admitted by me that I have
been quite wrong in all that is said above. The position I take up is
that a Will-o'-the-Wisp could not in his movements bring himself to coincide
long enough with anybody else's activity to give any such result.
France is nearer to us than any other Continental Power, not only
geographically but politically. How has the recent foreign policy turned
out with respect to her? Our very first diplomatic move, that of hastily
snatching at the Suez Canal shares, risked our understanding with
France entirely. We do not hear much about Egypt now from the
supporters of the Government. There are good reasons for it. Nothing
could possibly have resulted worse than everything we did in that
quarter. France did not allow a march to be stolen upon her; and
the next moment we had Italy on our hands as well as France. But
come to the Berlin Conference. France there, in pursuance of a traditional
policy, backed up Greece. Lord Beaconsfield stood quite aloof from
France. Come down to the very latest moment. The alliance between
Germany and Austria is the one recent occurrence which is of all others
most distasteful to Frenchmen, and Lord Salisbury, on behalf of his
chief, not merely goes into slightly profane raptures over it, but works hard
to create the impression that they two, indirectly though not directly,
brought it about. This is how matters have been made to stand
between us and France. With respect to Germany and Austria-Hungary,
our Government is, of course, not within their arrangements,
but, practically there seems to be an outside relation implied.
Those two Powers are understood to reckon upon England as in some
way restraining France if Russia made any move. At any rate, if
France joined Russia, it is whispered, we should have to do something
which would somehow aid Austria and Germany. Why, Chancellor
Bismarck's chuckling at this position of things can distinctly be heard
all the way from Varzin. Prince Gortschakoff is by no means the
one at whom he is laughing hardest. Nothing need be said, I
suppose, as to our relations with Russia: it is the special boast of
our Government that in the case of the greatest Asiatic Power next
to ourselves they have prevented any understanding at all. Just so,
too, we have alienated Greece and the newly-formed Principalities. But
there is Turkey. All that we have done has told in her favour,—surely
we are at one with her? Lord Beaconsfield has just countermanded
the orders to our fleet to get up steam and direct the muzzles
of its guns towards Turkey. But a wonderful success, we are told,
has already resulted from this. What does the recent flourish of telegrams
really amount to? That the Porte has added one more sheet to the plentiful
waste-paper heap of its proclamations. What our people were known
to desire was a change of Minister: and Turkey, in place of that, offers
to name Baker Pasha to look after the moral and social improvement of
Asia Minor. The test of whether it is Will-o'-the-Wisp, or an ordinary
statesman, who is at the head of our affairs gives the result I anticipated.
England stands absolutely alone, and the last touch of preposterousness
is added to the situation by the statement that it was at the advice of
Russia that the Porte pretended to yield to our demands, and that
though the Northern Powers are getting into motion again for some
ends of their own, they do not in the least intend to meddle with us in
Asia Minor. Indeed, I should think not. A splendid morass lies in
that part of the world, with Turkey on one side and Russia on the other,
and Jack-o'-Lantern has led us right into the middle of it. That is
the present issue of the Beaconsfield foreign policy which was to have
produced European concert,—we have Asia Minor on our hands,
solitarily; and are going to set about immediately reforming it, before
the next elections, against the willingness of Turkey, but with the sanction
of Russia, and by the means of Baker Pasha. In the meantime, or at
any time, Russia may use the situation against us just as best suits her.
I think it will now be admitted that Lord Beaconsfield's foreign
policy is every whit as wonderful as the measures of home politics he
ought to be urging, if he was only at liberty for that; and further,
that they both bespeak exactly the same order of mind.
I must now try to bring together the personal impressions his Lordship
makes on the mind of a Liberal. The noble Earl is very brilliant.
That, of course, is accepted on all sides: there never was a member
of the Wisp family who was not. Not to be brilliant would be against
their nature; in fact, shine is their peculiarity. Moreover, standing
now behind the event, we seem to see Lord Beaconsfield in Mr. Disraeli
from the very beginning. Those who had the privilege of beholding
him on his very first appearances in London high society, in,
say, the Countess of Blessington's salon, where he would be grouped
with Count D'Orsay, Prince Napoleon, and Count Morny, give a gorgeous
description of him. It seems that he did not depend for celebrity solely
upon his witticisms, either printed or spoken, but relied, also, in some
measure, on the splendour of his walking canes. The jewels on his
hands are said to have rivalled, and at times excelled, the pearls upon
his lips; the display in both respects bearing witness that his native
tastes were Oriental. His ringlets, in particular, are said to have been
the admiration, if not the envy, of the ladies. It seemed almost necessary
to give up a line or two to these personal particulars, for the
younger people of this generation never saw Mr. Disraeli in his full
splendour. As he developed his later powers, he moderated his earlier
waistcoats. But he never was an ordinary commoner; he always moved
in our public life like a superior being in disguise. He was with us but
not of us. Since he is an Earl, the impression he makes has become more
natural. The promotion to our peerage gives to some personages an
artificial aspect; in Mr. Disraeli's case, the effect was simplifying; and
though, after all, it is not quite gorgeous enough, it is befitting. There
is a little something not quite in the English style,—a slight foreign
incongruity; still, that was always there, and it is, in fact, less noticeable
now under the coronet and beneath the ermine.
But—and this is the point sought to be brought out in the above
remarks—it was evident from the earliest moment that this splendid person
meant to achieve social success. And he has certainly done it. There
would be injustice in pretending that he has not had other motives; but
celebrity was his leading passion. He has himself made a frank confession
on this point. In the days when it was not yet certain that
there was a political career before him, the likelihood rather being that
he might have wholly to depend upon literature as his means of distinction,
he rushed into poetry, having just failed in prose. But he
warned the public in the preface of his "Revolutionary Epick," that if
they did not purchase and admire it, he had done with song. "I am
not," so ran the naïvely self-disclosing sentence, "one of those who find
consolation for the neglect of my contemporaries in the imaginary
plaudits of posterity." No, nothing in this world, we are quite certain,
would ever have consoled Mr. Disraeli for the neglect of his contemporaries.
But he took sure measures not to undergo it. He positively
raged to get into Parliament; trying one constituency after another,
and only succeeding with the fourth. To judge from the fierceness of
Mr. Disraeli's struggles, there was in his eyes nothing worth living
for, if he were not inside the House of Commons. But he had got into
the newspapers before he got into Parliament. The town was kept ringing
with Mr. Disraeli's name. In London he was just as much talked
of forty-seven years ago as he is to-day.
If the rudeness of a little terseness is passed over, I may fairly say
that publicity was Mr. Disraeli's passion; in the circumstances of his
position, audacity was his only means; and, with his style of character
and intellect, inaccuracy was his necessity. A very few words will establish
each point. Was he not studiously audacious? The first book
he wrote was a skit on the whole of the higher circle of London
society; the candidate he sought to set aside at his first Parliamentary
contest was the son of the then Premier; before he was in Parliament
he threatened O'Connell; he had not been in the House long before he
attacked Sir Robert Peel. It was a glorious audacity on his part, considering
the disadvantage of his race, to throw into the face of the
British public the supremacy of "Semitic" blood, and to confound us
all with the Asian Mystery. But, in turning next to his inaccuracies,
we are positively awed by the number and the enormity of the blunders
Mr. Disraeli and Lord Beaconsfield between them have committed, in,
as it would seem, the most natural way. It was a mere trifle that,
when propounding his second Budget, Mr. Disraeli should have thought
that he had a surplus to the bagatelle amount of £400,000, until Mr.
Gladstone kindly explained to him and to the country that it was a
deficiency of that small sum. Some people would be touched deeper to
find that in his "Life of Lord George Bentinck" he is of opinion
that the crucifixion of the Saviour took place in the reign of Augustus
Cæsar. In the course of the debates on one of the early Reform
measures, he thought, when Lord Dunkellin made a proposal relating
to the "rental valuation" in connection with voting qualification,
that it was payment of rates that was in question. In his oration on
the death of the Duke of Wellington, he, as all Europe soon knew,
mistook long passages from an article written by M. Thiers as being his
own composition. He fell into just the same error as to some splendid
sentences of Lord Macaulay and also, as to a fine burst of eloquence
belonging really to the late Mr. David Urquhart. Very early in his
career, when acknowledging his health proposed by mistake in the guise of
an old scholar of the famous public school of Winchester, he became
momentarily under the impression that he was really educated on that
noble foundation, though he had never stood under its roof. Very late in
his career, so late as the affair known as the Pigott appointment, he
believed that the Rev. Mr. Pigott, the rector of his own parish, had voted
against him at the poll in his own county some time after that reverend
gentleman's death. But there is really no end to these instances of Lord
Beaconsfield having innocently said the thing that is not. With respect to
a number of examples of another kind, it would be puzzling to know
whether to put them in the category of audacities or inaccuracies; the only
way of quite getting over the difficulty would, perhaps, be to consider them
as belonging to both. For instance, in 1847, he quoted Mr. J. S. Mill as
a friend of Protection, and said Mr. Pitt was the author of Free Trade.
On a not very far back occasion, he remarked: "I never attacked any one
in my life." Perhaps, with that quotation, it is right to stop.
One of the peculiarities of Lord Beaconsfield's mind has seemed to
some people an affectation, that, namely, by which, in reference to any
case of much importance, he is sure to miss what seems to everybody else
the significant feature of the business, and to fasten on some detail
which arrests nobody else. Hardly any one will have yet forgotten the
instance of the "Straits of Malacca," and only just the other day a new
example was furnished. The revival of trade being the topic, while
everybody else's thoughts went to cotton and iron and pottery, Lord
Beaconsfield's lighted upon—chemicals. It is all explained on the
footing I earlier hinted, that in Lord Beaconsfield's mind the imagination
is in just the place the reason occupies in the minds of ordinary
people. This makes it obligatory that he shall avoid the common facts,
and make some opportunity for exaggerating the value of some detail overlooked
by everybody else. It is only in this way that Lord Beaconsfield
conclusively certifies to himself that his intellect has really acted.
I am myself quite sincere in saying that I believe there is in
all this a certain kind of sincerity in Lord Beaconsfield. Where most
people remember, his Lordship fancies; and in his case what is most
convenient, naturally offers itself. This has very much increased his
brilliancy, for the process leaves its practiser utterly unhampered. But
nobody should ask for both strict accuracy and Lord Beaconsfield's
quick, free wit. It is demanding an unreasonable combination. If
other people had only not remembered, his career would have been
even still finer than it is. That is what has partially spoiled things
for him. It is even possible that this amazing foreign policy of his may
be in a measure explainable on certain suggestions of what we may call
pictorial working rules, if we were only inside his mind. Certainly
his home politics give some hints that they were framed
on a principle of picturesqueness,—a very sophisticated canon
of rustic taste can be detected dimly lying at the bottom of
them. By only leaving out the towns, and repressing the growth
of modern manufactures, and subduing foreign commerce, something
might possibly—I cannot say—be made of them. In this foreign
diplomacy, there is a certain imaginativeness in bringing dark-skinned
soldiers from Asia into Europe, in turning our homely English Queen
into an Oriental Empress, in becoming possessor of a fresh island in
the Mediterranean, in shifting a frontier line in India, in adding a
new province in Africa. All this has meant massacre, and fire, and
bloodshed, with the imminent risk of very much more of all of them;
and Sir Stafford Northcote, as Chancellor of the Exchequer, has been
kept working as hard as a sprite in a pantomime pouring out millions
of our taxation. But if it be Will-o'-the-Wisp we have at the head of
affairs, nothing of this is likely very greatly to affect him. Assuredly,
nothing of it has affected Lord Beaconsfield, and we may be sure he
is ready to go over it all again to-morrow.
If it was worth while, very large deductions would have to be made
from Lord Beaconsfield's seeming success if we look rationally at his whole
career. No man who is supposed to have been anything like so successful
as he is popularly held to be, ever had so many and such striking failures
to look back upon. Looking at him as connected with letters, he is the
author of works which have failed more completely than any written
by any one who himself became known. Judged by their ambitious
aims, these literary non-successes of Lord Beaconsfield are gigantic.
The epic poem ("The Revolutionary Epick") which Mr. Disraeli supposed
was to place him—he himself tells us so—by the side of, or else
between, Homer and Milton, nobody would read; the play ("Alarcos")
which he states he wrote to "revive the British stage," is never acted.
Not one of his novels, when his political position has ceased to advertize
them, will remain in the hands of the public. If you look back
on his Parliamentary career, the dazzle came late, and after a dreary
distance had been travelled. The political party he founded, "The
Young England School," has for twenty-five years been as dead as
the door-nail which typified the death of Marley. Nothing whatever
came of it. The one only notable legislative measure that stands in
his name,—the Reform Bill,—really belongs to the other side. Scrutinize
his career how you will, and some abatements of this kind have to
be made. He is supposed to have had a charm over men,—it has failed
with the strong ones. Peel he tried very hard to win, but had to take
up with Lord George Bentinck instead. At this moment he is supposed
to be in favour with the Court: the impression he made upon
the Prince Consort was far from satisfactory. He has quite recently
lost Lord Derby and Lord Carnarvon; and there was a time when the
Marquis of Salisbury and he stood in a very different relationship.
Lord Beaconsfield's social system is that of a novelist; his finance
was ever that of a Will-o'-the-Wisp; and he has now added a Jack-o'-Lantern
diplomacy. Surely nothing more is needed to justify disbelief
in him.
A Whig.