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GREAT BRITAIN AND HER QUEEN

 

by

 

ANNE E. KEELING

 

Author of "General Gordon: Hero and Saint," "The Oakhurst

Chronicles," "Andrew Golding," etc.

 

Second Edition. Revised and Enlarged, 1897

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Illustration: Queen Victoria]

 

 

 

[Illustration: Claremont]

 

 

 

 

CONTENTS

 

CHAPTER I.

THE GIRL QUEEN AND HER KINGDOM

 

CHAPTER II.

STORM AND SUNSHINE

 

CHAPTER III.

FRANCE AND ENGLAND

 

CHAPTER IV.

THE CRIMEAN WAR

 

CHAPTER V.

INDIA

 

CHAPTER VI.

THE BEGINNINGS OF SORROWS

 

CHAPTER VII.

CHANGES GOOD AND EVIL

 

CHAPTER VIII.

OUR COLONIES

 

CHAPTER IX.

INTELLECTUAL AND SPIRITUAL PROGRESS

 

CHAPTER X.

PROGRESS OF THE EMPIRE FROM 1887 TO 1897

 

CHAPTER XI.

PROGRESS OF WESLEYAN METHODISM UNDER QUEEN VICTORIA, 1837-1897

 

CONCLUSION

 

 

 

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

 

Queen Victoria

Claremont

The Coronation of Queen Victoria

Kensington Palace

Duchess of Kent

Elizabeth Fry

Rowland Hill

Father Mathew

George Stephenson

Wheatstone

St. James's Palace

Prince Albert

The Queen in Her Wedding-Dress

Sir Robert Peel

Daniel O'Connell

Richard Cobden

John Bright

Lord John Russell

Thomas Chalmers

John Henry Newmann

Balmoral

Buckingham Palace

Napoleon III

The Crystal Palace, 1851

Lord Ashley

Earl of Derby

Duke of Wellington

Florence Nightingale

Lord Canning

Sir Colin Campbell

Henry Havelock

Sir John Lawrence

Windsor Castle

Prince Frederick William

Princess Royal

Charles Kingsley

Lord Palmerston

Abraham Lincoln and his son

Princess Alice

The Mausoleum

Dr. Norman Macleod

Prince of Wales

Princess of Wales

Osborne House

Sir Robert Napier

Mr. Gladstone

Lord Beaconsfield

Lord Salisbury

General Gordon

Duke of Albany

Duchess of Albany

Sydney Heads

Robert Southey

William Wordsworth

Alfred Tennyson

Robert Browning

Charles Dickens

W. M. Thackeray

Charlotte Bronte

Lord Macaulay

Thomas Carlyle

William Whewell, D.D.

Sir David Brewster

Sir James Y. Simpson

Michael Faraday

David Livingstone

Sir John Franklin

John Ruskin

Dean Stanley

"I was sick, and ye visited me"

Duke of Connaught

The Imperial Institute

Duke of Clarence

Duke of York

Duchess of York

Princess Henry of Battenberg

Prince Henry of Battenberg

The Czarina of Russia

H. M. Stanley

Dr. Fridtjof Nansen

Miss Kingsley

J. M. Barrie

Richard Jefferies

Rev. J. G. Wood

Dean Church

Professor Huxley

Professor Tyndall

C. H. Spurgeon

Dr. Horatius Bonar

Sir J. E. Millais, P.R.A.

Sir Frederick Leighton, P.R.A.

Wesley preaching on his father's tomb

Group of Presidents:--No. 1

Centenary Meeting at Manchester

Key to Centenary Meeting

Wesleyan Centenary Hall

Group of Presidents:--No. 2

Sir Francis Lycett

The Methodist Settlement, Bermondsey. London, S.E.

Theological Institution, Richmond

Theological Institution, Didsbury

Theological Institution, Headingley

Theological Institution, Handsworth

Kingswood School, Bath

The North House, Leys School, Cambridge

Queen's College, Taunton

Wesley College, Sheffield

Children's Home, Bolton

Westminster Training College and Schools

Group of Presidents:--No. 3

 

[Illustration: The Coronation of Queen Victoria]

 

 

 

GREAT  BRITAIN  AND  HER  QUEEN.

 

[Illustration: Kensington Palace]

 

CHAPTER I.

 

THE GIRL-QUEEN AND HER KINGDOM.

 

Rather more than one mortal lifetime, as we average life in these

later days, has elapsed since that June morning of 1837, when

Victoria of England, then a fair young princess of eighteen, was

roused from her tranquil sleep in the old palace at Kensington, and

bidden to rise and meet the Primate, and his dignified associates the

Lord Chamberlain and the royal physician, who "were come on business

of state to the Queen"--words of startling import, for they meant

that, while the royal maiden lay sleeping, the aged King, whose

heiress she was, had passed into the deeper sleep of death. It is

already an often-told story how promptly, on receiving that summons,

the young Queen rose and came to meet her first homagers, standing

before them in hastily assumed wrappings, her hair hanging loosely,

her feet in slippers, but in all her hearing such royally firm

composure as deeply impressed those heralds of her greatness, who

noticed at the same moment that her eyes were full of tears. This

little scene is not only charming and touching, it is very

significant, suggesting a combination of such qualities as are not

always found united: sovereign good sense and readiness, blending

with quick, artless feeling that sought no disguise--such feeling as

again betrayed itself when on her ensuing proclamation the new

Sovereign had to meet her people face to face, and stood before them

at her palace window, composed but sad, the tears running unchecked

down her fair pale face.

 

That rare spectacle of simple human emotion, at a time when a selfish

or thoughtless spirit would have leaped in exultation, touched the

heart of England deeply, and was rightly held of happy omen. The

nation's feeling is aptly expressed in the glowing verse of Mrs.

Browning, praying Heaven's blessing on the "weeping Queen," and

prophesying for her the love, happiness, and honour which have been

hers in no stinted measure. "Thou shalt be well beloved," said the

poetess; there are very few sovereigns of whom it could be so truly

said that they _have_ been well beloved, for not many have so well

deserved it. The faith of the singer has been amply justified, as

time has made manifest the rarer qualities joyfully divined in those

early days in the royal child, the single darling hope of the nation.

 

Once before in the recent annals of our land had expectations and

desires equally ardent centred themselves on one young head. Much of

the loyal devotion which had been alienated from the immediate family

of George III. had transferred itself to his grandchild, the Princess

Charlotte, sole offspring of the unhappy marriage between George,

Prince of Wales, and Caroline of Brunswick. The people had watched

with vivid interest the young romance of Princess Charlotte's happy

marriage, and had bitterly lamented her too early death--an event

which had overshadowed all English hearts with forebodings of

disaster. Since that dark day a little of the old attachment of

England to its sovereigns had revived for the frank-mannered sailor

and "patriot king," William IV; but the hopes crushed by the death

of the much-regretted Charlotte had renewed themselves with even

better warrant for Victoria. She was the child of no ill-omened,

miserable marriage, but of a fitting union; her parents had been

sundered only by death, not by wretched domestic dissensions. People

heard that the mortal malady which deprived her of a father had been

brought about by the Duke of Kent's simple delight in his baby

princess, which kept him playing with the child when he should have

been changing his wet outdoor garb; and they found something touching

and tender in the tragic little circumstance. And everything that

could be noticed of the manner in which the bereaved duchess was

training up her precious charge spoke well for the mother's wisdom

and affection, and for the future of the daughter.

 

It was indeed a happy day for England when Edward, Duke of Kent, the

fourth son of George III, was wedded to Victoria of Saxe-Coburg, the

widowed Princess of Leiningen--happy, not only because of the

admirable skill with which that lady conducted her illustrious

child's education, and because of the pure, upright principles, the

frank, noble character, which she transmitted to that child, but

because the family connection established through that marriage was

to be yet further serviceable to the interests of our realm. Prince

Albert of Saxe-Coburg was second son of the Duchess of Kent's eldest

brother, and thus first cousin of the Princess Victoria--"the

Mayflower," as, in fond allusion to the month of her birth, her

mother's kinsfolk loved to call her: and it has been made plain that

dreams of a possible union between the two young cousins, very nearly

of an age, were early cherished by the elders who loved and admired

both.

 

[Illustration: Duchess of Kent. From an Engraving by Messrs. P. & D.

Colnaghi & Co., Pall Mall East.]

 

The Princess's life, however, was sedulously guarded from all

disturbing influences. She grew up in healthy simplicity and

seclusion; she was not apprised of her nearness to the throne till

she was twelve years old; she had been little at Court, little in

sight, but had been made familiar with her own land and its history,

having received the higher education so essential to her great

position; while simple truth and rigid honesty were the very

atmosphere of her existence. From such a training much might be

hoped; but even those who knew most and hoped most were not quite

prepared for the strong individual character and power of

self-determination that revealed themselves in the girlish being so

suddenly transferred "from the nursery to the throne." It was quickly

noticed that the part of Queen and mistress seemed native to her, and

that she filled it with not more grace than propriety. "She always

strikes me as possessed of singular penetration, firmness, and

independence," wrote Dr. Norman Macleod in 1860; acute observers in

1837 took note of the same traits, rarer far in youth than in full

maturity, and closely connected with the "reasoning, searching"

quality of her mind, "anxious to get at the root and reality of

things, and abhorring all shams, whether in word or deed." [Footnote]

 

[Footnote: "Life of Norman Macleod, D.D." vol. ii.]

 

It was well for England that its young Sovereign could exemplify

virile strength as well as womanly sweetness; for it was indeed a

cloudy and dark day when she was called to her post of lonely

grandeur and hard responsibility; and to fill that post rightly would

have overtasked and overwhelmed a feebler nature. It is true that the

peace of Europe, won at Waterloo, was still unbroken. But already,

within our borders and without them, there were the signs of coming

storm. The condition of Ireland was chronically bad; the condition of

England was full of danger; on the Continent a new period of

earth-shaking revolution announced itself not doubtfully.

 

It would be hardly possible to exaggerate the wretched state of the

sister isle, where fires of recent hate were still smouldering, and

where the poor inhabitants, guilty and guiltless, were daily living

on the verge of famine, over which they were soon to be driven. Their

ill condition much aggravated by the intemperate habits to which

despairing men so easily fall a prey. The expenditure of Ireland on

proof spirits alone had in the year 1829 attained the sum of

L6,000,000.

 

In England many agricultural labourers were earning starvation wages,

were living on bad and scanty food, and were housed so wretchedly

that they might envy the hounds their dry and clean kennels. A dark

symptom of their hungry discontent had shown itself in the strange

crime of rick-burning, which went on under cloud of night season

after season, despite the utmost precautions which the luckless

farmers could adopt. The perpetrators were not dimly guessed to be

half-famished creatures, taking a mad revenge for their wretchedness

by destroying the tantalising stores of grain, too costly for their

consumption; the price of wheat in the early years of Her Majesty's

reign and for some time previously being very high, and reaching at

one moment (1847) the extraordinary figure of a hundred and two

shillings per quarter.

 

There was threatening distress, too, in some parts of the

manufacturing districts; in others a tolerably high level of wages

indicated prosperity. But even in the more favoured districts there

was needless suffering. The hours of work, unrestricted by law, were

cruelly long; nor did there exist any restriction as to the

employment of operatives of very tender years. "The cry of the

children" was rising up to heaven, not from the factory only, but

from the underground darkness of the mine, where a system of pitiless

infant slavery prevailed, side by side with the employment of women

as beasts of burden, "in an atmosphere of filth and profligacy." The

condition of too many toilers was rendered more hopeless by the

thriftless follies born of ignorance. The educational provision made

by the piety of former ages was no longer adequate to the needs of

the ever-growing nation; and all the voluntary efforts made by clergy

and laity, by Churchmen and Dissenters, did not fill up the

deficiency--a fact which had only just begun to meet with State

recognition. It was in 1834 that Government first obtained from

Parliament the grant of a small sum in aid of education. Under a

defective system of poor-relief, recently reformed, an immense mass

of idle pauperism had come into being; it still remained to be seen

if a new Poor Law could do away with the mischief created by the old

one.

 

Looking at the earliest years of Her Majesty's rule, the first

impulse is to exclaim:

 

"And all this trouble did not pass, but grew."

 

It seemed as if poverty became ever more direful, and dissatisfaction

more importunate. A succession of unfavourable seasons and failing

crops produced extraordinary distress; and the distress in its turn

was fruitful first of deepened discontent, and then of political

disturbances. The working classes had looked for immediate relief

from their burdens when the Reform Bill should be carried, and had

striven hard to insure its success: it had been carried triumphantly

in 1832, but no perceptible improvement in their lot had yet

resulted; and a resentful feeling of disappointment and of being

victims of deception now added bitterness to their blind sense of

misery and injury, and greatly exasperated the political agitation of

the ten stormy years that followed.

 

No position could well be more trying than that of the inexperienced

girl who, in the first bloom of youth, was called to rule the land in

this wild transitional period. Her royal courage and gracious tact,

her transparent truthfulness, her high sense of duty, and her

precocious discretion served her well; but these young excellences

could not have produced their full effect had she not found in her

first Prime Minister a faithful friend and servant, whose loyal and

chivalrous devotion at once conciliated her regard, and who only used

the influence thus won to impress on his Sovereign's mind "sound

maxims of constitutional government, and truths of every description

which it behoved her to learn." The records of the time show plainly

that Lord Melbourne, the eccentric head of William IV's last Whig

Administration, was not generally credited with either the will or

the ability to play so lofty a part. His affectation of a lazy,

trifling, indifferent manner, his often-quoted remonstrance to

impetuous would-be reformers, "Can't you let it alone?" had earned

for him some angry disapproval, and caused him to be regarded as the

embodiment of the detested _laissez-faire_ principle. But under his

mask of nonchalance he hid some noble qualities, which at this

juncture served Queen and country well.

 

Considered as a frivolous, selfish courtier by too many of the

suffering poor and of their friends, he was in truth "acting in all

things an affectionate, conscientious, and patriotic part" towards

his Sovereign, "endeavouring to make her happy as a woman and popular

as a Queen," [Footnote] telling her uncourtly truths with a blunt

honesty that did not displease her, and watching over her with a

paternal tenderness which she repaid with frank, noble confidence. He

was faithful in a great and difficult trust; let his memory have due

honour.

 

[Footnote: C. C. F. Greville: "A Journal of the Reign of Queen

Victoria."]

 

Under Melbourne's pilotage the first months of the new reign went by

with some serenity, though the political horizon remained threatening

enough, and the temper of the nation appeared sullen. "The people of

England seem inclined to hurrah no more," wrote Greville of one of

the Queen's earliest public appearances, when "not a hat was raised

nor a voice heard" among the coldly curious crowd of spectators. But

the splendid show of her coronation a half-year later awakened great

enthusiasm--enthusiasm most natural and inevitable. It was youth and

grace and goodness, all the freshness and the infinite promise of

spring, that wore the crimson and the ermine and the gold, that sat

enthroned amid the ancient glories of the Abbey to receive the homage

of all that was venerable and all that was great in a mighty kingdom,

and that bowed in meek devotion to receive the solemn consecrating

blessing of the Primate, according to the holy custom followed in

England for a thousand years, with little or no variation since the

time when Dunstan framed the Order of Coronation, closely following

the model of the Communion Service. Some other features special to

_this_ coronation heightened the national delight in it. Its

arrangements evidently had for their chief aim to interest and to

gratify the people. Instead of the banquet in Westminster Hall,

which could have been seen only by the privileged and the wealthy, a

grand procession through London was arranged, including all the

foreign ambassadors, and proceeding from Buckingham Palace to

Westminster Abbey by a route two or three miles in length, so that

the largest possible number of spectators might enjoy the magnificent

pageant. And the overflowing multitudes whose dense masses lined the

whole long way, and in whose tumultuous cheering pealing bells and

sounding trumpets and thundering cannon were almost unheard as the

young Queen passed through the shouting ranks, formed themselves the

most impressive spectacle to the half-hostile foreign witnesses, who

owned that the sight of these rejoicing thousands of freemen was

grand indeed, and impossible save in that England which, then as now,

was not greatly loved by its rivals. An element which appealed

powerfully to the national pride and the national generosity was

supplied by the presence of the Duke of Wellington and of Marshal

Soult, his old antagonist, who appeared as French ambassador. Soult,

as he advanced with the air of a veteran warrior, was followed by

murmurs of admiring applause, which swelled into more than murmurs

for the hero of Waterloo bending in homage to his Sovereign. A touch

of sweet humanity was added to the imposing scene within the Abbey

through what might have been a painful accident. Lord Rolle, a peer

between seventy and eighty years of age, stumbling and falling as he

climbed the steps of the throne, the Queen impulsively moved as if to

aid him; and when the old man, undismayed, persisted in carrying out

his act of homage, she asked quickly, "May I not get up and meet

him?" and descended one or two steps to save him the ascent. The

ready natural kindliness of the royal action awoke ecstatic applause,

which could hardly have been heartier had the applauders known how

true a type that act supplied of Her Majesty's future conduct. She

has never feared to peril her dignity by descending a step or two

from her throne, when "sweet mercy, nobility's true badge," has

seemed to require such a descent. And her queenly dignity has never

been thereby lessened. "She never ceases to be a Queen," says

Greville _a propos_ of this scene, "and is always the most charming,

cheerful, obliging, unaffected Queen in the world."

 

[Illustration: Elizabeth Fry]

 

That "the people" were more considered in the arrangements for this

coronation than they had been on any previous occasion of the sort

was a circumstance quite in harmony with certain other signs of the

times. "The night is darkest before the dawn," and amid all the gloom

which enshrouded the land there could be discerned the stir and

movement that herald the coming of the day. Men's minds were turning

more and more to the healing of the world's wounds. Already one great

humane enterprise had been carried through in the emancipation of the

slaves in British Colonies; already the vast work of prison reform

had been well begun, through the saintly Elizabeth Fry, whose life of

faithful service ended ere the Queen had reigned eight years. The

very year of Her Majesty's accession was signalised by two noteworthy

endeavours to put away wrong. We will turn first to that which

_seems_ the least immediately philanthropic, although the injustice

which it remedied was trivial in appearance only, since in its

everyday triviality it weighed most heavily on the most numerous

class--that of the humble and the poor.

 

[Illustration: Rowland Hill]

 

How would the Englishman of to-day endure the former exactions of the

Post Office? The family letters of sixty years ago, written on the

largest sheets purchasable, crossed and crammed to the point of

illegibility, filled with the news of many and many a week, still

witness of the time when "a letter from London to Brighton cost

eightpence, to Aberdeen one and threepence-halfpenny, to Belfast one

and fourpence"; when, "if the letter were written on more than one

sheet, it came under the operation of a higher scale of charges," and

when the privilege of franking letters, enjoyed and very largely

exercised by members of Parliament and members of the Government, had

the peculiar effect of throwing the cost of the mail service exactly

on that part of the community which was least able to bear it. The

result of the injustice was as demoralising as might have been

expected. The poorer people who desired to have tidings of distant

friend or relative were driven by the prohibitory rates of postage

into all sorts of curious, not quite honest devices, to gratify their

natural desire without being too heavily taxed for it. A brother and

sister, for instance, unable to afford themselves the costly luxury

of regular correspondence, would obtain assurance of each other's

well-being by transmission through the post at stated intervals of

blank papers duly sealed and addressed: the arrival of the postman

with a missive of this kind announced to the recipient that all was

well with the sender, so the unpaid "letter" was cheerfully left on

the messenger's hands. Such an incident, coming under the notice of

Mr. Rowland Hill, impressed him with a sense of hardship and wrong in

the system that bore these fruits; and he set himself with strenuous

patience to remedy the wrong and the hardship. His scheme of reform

was worked out and laid before the public early in 1837; in the third

year of Her Majesty's reign it was first adopted in its entirety,

with what immense profit to the Government we may partly see when we

contrast the seventy-six or seventy-seven millions of _paid_ letters

delivered in the United Kingdom during the last year of the heavy

postage with the number exceeding a thousand millions, and still

increasing--delivered yearly during the last decade; while the

population has not doubled. That the Queen's own letters carried

postage under the new regime was a fact almost us highly appreciated

as Her Majesty's voluntary offer at a later date to bear her due

share of the income tax.

 

It is well to notice how later Postmasters General, successors of

Rowland Hill in that important office, have striven further to

benefit their countrymen. In particular, Henry Fawcett's earnest

efforts to encourage and aid habits of thrift are worthy of

remembrance.

 

Again, it is during the first year of Her Majesty's reign that we

find Father Mathew, the Irish Capuchin friar, initiating his vast

crusade against intemperance, and by the charm of his persuasive

eloquence and unselfish enthusiasm inducing thousands upon thousands

to forswear the drink-poison that was destroying them. In two years

he succeeded in enrolling two million five hundred thousand persons

on the side of sobriety. The permanence of the good Father's

immediate work was impaired by the superstitions which his poor

followers associated with it, much against his desire. Not only were

the medals which he gave as badges to his vowed abstainers regarded

as infallible talismans from the hand of a saint, but the giver was

credited with miraculous powers such as only a Divine Being could

exercise, and which he disclaimed in vain--extravagances too likely

to discredit his enterprise with more soberly judging persons than

the imaginative Celts who were his earliest converts. But,

notwithstanding every drawback, his action was most important, and

deserves grateful memory. We may see in it the inception of that

great movement whose indirect influence in reforming social habits

and restraining excess had at least equalled its direct power for

good on its pledged adherents. Though it is still unhappily true that

drunkenness slays its tens of thousands among us, and largely helps

to people our workhouses, our madhouses, and our gaols, yet the fiend

walks not now, as it used to do, in unfettered freedom. It is no

longer a fashionable vice, excused and half approved as the natural

expression of joviality and good-fellowship; peers and commoners of

every degree no longer join daily in the "heavy-headed revel" whose

deep-dyed stain seems to have soaked through every page of our

last-century annals. And it would appear as though the vice were not

only held from increasing, but were actually on the decrease. The

statistics of the last decade show that the consumption of alcohol is

diminishing, and that of true food-stuffs proportionally rising.

 

[Illustration: Father Mathew]

 

There were other enterprises now set on foot, by no means directly

philanthropic in their aim, which contemplated utility more than

virtue or justice--enterprises whose vast effects are yet

unexhausted, and which have so modified the conditions of human

existence as to make the new reign virtually a new epoch. As to the

real benefit of these immense changes, opinion is somewhat divided;

but the majority would doubtless vote in their favour. The first

railway in England, that between Liverpool and Manchester, had been

opened in 1830, the day of its opening being made darkly memorable by

the accident fatal to Mr. Huskisson, as though the new era must be

inaugurated by a sacrifice. Three years later there was but this one

railway in England, and one, seven miles long, in Scotland. But in

1837 the Liverpool and Birmingham line was opened; in 1838 the London

and Birmingham and the Liverpool and Preston lines, and an Act was

passed for transmitting the mails by rail; in 1839 there was the

opening of the London and Croydon line. The ball was set fairly

rolling, and the supersession of ancient modes of communication was a

question of time merely. The advance of the new system was much

accelerated at the outset by the fact that railway enterprise became

the favourite field for speculation, men being attracted by the

novelty and tempted by exaggerated prospects of profit; and the mania

was followed, like other manias, with results largely disastrous to

the speculators and to commerce. But through years of good fortune

and of bad fortune the iron network has continued to spread itself,

until all the land lies embraced in its ramifications; and it is

spreading still, like some strange organism the one condition of

whose life is reproduction, knitting the greatest centres of commerce

with the loneliest and remotest villages that were wont to lie far

out of the travelled ways of men, and bringing _Ultima Thule_ into

touch with London.

 

[Illustration: George Stephenson]

 

Meanwhile the steam service by sea has advanced almost with that by

land. In 1838 three steamships crossed the Atlantic between this

country and New York, the _Great Western_, sailing from Bristol, and

_Sirius_, from Cork, distinguished themselves by the short passages

they made,--of fifteen days in the first case, and seventeen days in

the second,--and by their using steam power _alone_ to effect the

transit, an experiment that had not been risked before. It was now

proved feasible, and in a year or two there was set on foot that

regular steam communication between the New World and the Old, which

ever since has continued to draw them into always closer connection,

as the steamers, like swift-darting shuttles, weave their multiplying

magic lines across the liquid plain between.

 

The telegraph wires that run beside road and rail, doing the office

of nerves in transmitting intelligence with thrilling quickness from

the extremities to the head and from the head to the extremities of

our State, are now so familiar an object, and their operations, such

mere matters of every day, that we do not often recall how utterly

unfamiliar they were sixty years ago, when Wheatstone and Cooke on

this side the Atlantic, and Morse on the other, were devising their

methods for giving signals and sounding alarms in distant places by

means of electric currents transmitted through metallic circuits.

Submarine telegraphy lay undreamed of in the future, land telegraphy

was but just gaining hearing as a practicable improvement, when the

crown was set on Her Majesty's head amid all that pomp and ceremony

at Westminster. A modern English imagination is quite unequal to the

task of realising the manifold hindrances that beset human

intercourse at that day, when a journey by coach between places as

important and as little remote from each other as Leeds and Newcastle

occupied sixteen mortal hours, with changes of horses and stoppages

for meals on the road, and when letters, unless forwarded by an

"express" messenger at heavy cost, tarried longer on the way than

even did passengers; while some prudent dwellers in the country

deemed it well to set their affairs in order and make their wills

before embarking on the untried perils of a journey up to town. These

days are well within the memory of many yet living; but if the newer

generations that have arisen during the present reign would

understand what it is to be hampered in their movements and their

correspondence as were their fathers, they must seek the remoter and

more savage quarters of Europe, the less travelled portions of

America or of half-explored Australia; they must plunge into Asian or

African wilds, untouched by civilisation, where as yet there runs not

the iron horse, worker of greater marvels than the wizard steeds of

fairy fable, that could, transport a single favoured rider over wide

distances in little time. The subjugated, serviceable nature-power

Steam, with its fellow-servant the tamed and tutored Lightning, has

wonderfully contracted distance during these fifty years, making the

earth, once so vast to human imagination, appear as a globe shrunken

to a tenth of its ancient size, and bringing nations divided by half

the surface of that globe almost within sound of each other's speech.

 

[Illustration: Wheatstone.]

 

That there is damage as well as profit in all these increased

facilities of intercourse must be apparent, since there is evil as

well as good in the human world, and increased freedom of

communication implies freer communication of the evil as of the good.

But we may well hope that the cause of true upward progress will be

most served by the vast inevitable changes which, as they draw all

peoples nearer together, must deepen and strengthen the sense of

human brotherhood, and, as they bring the deeds of all within the

knowledge of all, must consume by an intolerable blaze of light the

once secret iniquities and oppressions abhorrent to the universal

conscience of mankind. The public conscience in these realms at least

is better informed and more sensitive than it was in the year of

William IV's death and of Victoria's accession.

 

 

 

CHAPTER II.

 

STORM AND SUNSHINE.

 

[Illustration: St. James's Palace.]

 

The beneficent changes we have briefly described were but just

inaugurated, and their possible power for good was as yet hardly

divined, when the young Queen entered into that marriage which we may

well deem the happiest action of her life, and the most fruitful of

good to her people, looking to the extraordinary character of the

husband of her choice, and to the unobtrusive but always advantageous

influence which his great and wise spirit exercised on our national

life.

 

The marriage had been anxiously desired, and the way for it

judiciously prepared, but it was in no sense forced on either of the

contracting parties by their elders who so desired it. Prince Albert

of Saxe-Coburg, second son of the Duke of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld, the

Queen's maternal uncle, was nearly of an age with his royal cousin;

he had already, young as he was, given evidence of a rare superiority

of nature; he had been excellently trained; and there is no doubt

that Leopold, king of the Belgians, his uncle, and the Queen's, did

most earnestly desire to see the young heiress of the British throne,

for whom he had a peculiar tenderness, united to the one person whose

position and whose character combined to point him out as the fit

partner for her high and difficult destinies. What tact, what

patience, and what power of self-suppression the Queen of England's

husband would need to exercise, no one could better judge than

Leopold, the widowed husband of Princess Charlotte; no one could more

fully have exemplified these qualities than the prince in whom

Leopold's penetration divined them.

 

The cousins had already met, in 1836, when their mutual attraction

had been sufficiently strong; and in 1839, when Prince Albert, with

his elder brother Ernest, was again visiting England, the impression

already produced became ineffaceably deep. The Queen, whom her great

rank compelled to take the initiative, was not very long in making up

her mind when and how to act. Her favoured suitor himself, writing to

a dear relative, relates how she performed the trying task, inviting

him to render her intensely happy by making "the _sacrifice_ of

sharing her life with her, for she said she looked on it as a

sacrifice. The joyous openness with which she told me this enchanted

me, and I was quite carried away by it." This was on October 15th;

nearly six weeks after, on November 23rd, she made to her assembled

Privy Council the formal declaration of her intended marriage. There

is something particularly touching in even the driest description of

this scene; the betrothed bride wearing a simple morning dress,

having on her arm a bracelet containing Prince Albert's portrait,

which helped to give her courage; her voice, as she read the

declaration clear, sweet, and penetrating as ever, but her hands

trembling so excessively that it was surprising she could read the

paper she held. It was a trying task, but not so difficult as that

which had devolved on her a short time before, when, in virtue of her

sovereign rank, she had first to speak the words of fate that bound

her to her suitor.

 

[Illustration: Prince Albert.]

 

Endowed with every charm of person, mind, and manner that can win and

keep affection, Prince Albert was able, in marrying the Queen, who

loved him and whom he loved, to secure for her a happiness rare in

any rank, rarest of all on the cold heights of royalty. This was not

all; he was the worthy partner of her greatness. Himself highly

cultivated in every sense, he watched with keenest interest over the

advance of all cultivation in the land of his adoption, and

identified himself with every movement to improve its condition. His

was the soul of a statesman--wide, lofty, far-seeing, patient;

surveying all great things, disdaining no small things, but with

tireless industry pursuing after all necessary knowledge. Add to

these intellectual excellences the moral graces of ideal purity of

life, chivalrous faithfulness of heart, magnanimous self-suppression,

and fervent piety, and we have a slight outline of a character which,

in the order of Providence, acted very strongly and with a still

living force on the destinies of nineteenth-century England. The

Queen had good reasons for the feeling of "confidence and comfort"

that shone in the glance she turned on her bridegroom as they walked

away, man and wife at last, from the altar of the Chapel Royal, on

February 10th, 1840. The union she then entered into immeasurably

enhanced her popularity, and strengthened her position as surely as

it expanded her nature. Not many years elapsed before Sir Robert Peel

could tell her that, in spite of the inroads of democracy, the

monarchy had never been safer, nor had any sovereign been so beloved,

because "the Queen's domestic life was so happy, and its example so

good." Only the Searcher of hearts knoweth how great has been the

holy power of a pure, fair, and noble example constantly shining in

the high places of the land.

 

[Illustration: The Queen in her Wedding-Dress. _After the Picture by_

Drummond.]

 

It was hinted by the would-be wise, in the early days of Her

Majesty's married life, that it would be idle to look for the royally

maternal feeling of an Elizabeth towards her people in a wedded

constitutional sovereign. The judgment was a mistake. The formal

limitations of our Queen's prerogative, sedulously as she has

respected them, have never destroyed her sense of responsibility;

wifehood and motherhood have not contracted her sympathies, but have

deepened and widened them. The very sorrows of her domestic life have

knit her in fellowship with other mourners. No great calamity can

befall her humblest subjects, and she hear of it, but there comes the

answering flash of tender pity. She is more truly the mother of her

people, having walked on a level with them, and with "Love, who is of

the valley," than if she had chosen to dwell alone and aloof.

 

[Illustration: Sir Robert Peel.]

 

For some years after her marriage the Queen's private life shows like

a little isle of brightness in the midst of a stormy sea. Within and

without our borders there was small prospect of settled peace at the

very time of that marriage. We have said that Lord Melbourne was

still Premier; but he and his Ministry had resigned office in the

previous May, and had only come back to it in consequence of a

curious misunderstanding known as "the Bedchamber difficulty." Sir

Robert Peel, who was summoned to form a Ministry on Melbourne's

defeat and resignation, had asked from Her Majesty the dismissal of

two ladies of her household, the wives of prominent members of the

departing Whig Government; but his request conveyed to her mind the

sense that he designed to deprive her of all her actual attendants,

and against this imagined proposal she set herself energetically.

"She could not consent to a course which she conceived to be contrary

to usage, and which was repugnant to her feelings." Peel on his part

remained firm in his opinion as to the real necessity for the change

which he had advocated. From the deadlock produced by mere

misunderstanding there seemed at the time only one way of escaping;

the defeated Whig Government returned to office. But Ministers who

resumed power only because, "as gentlemen," they felt bound to do so,

had little chance of retaining it. In September 1841, Lord Melbourne

was superseded in the premiership by Sir Robert Peel, and then gave a

final proof how single-minded was his loyal devotion by advising the

new Prime Minister as to the tone and style likely to commend him to

their royal mistress--a tone of clear straightforwardness. "The

Queen," said Melbourne--who knew of what he was speaking, if any

statesman then did--"is not conceited; she is aware there are many

things she cannot understand, and likes them explained to her

elementarily, not at length and in detail, but shortly and clearly."

The counsel was given and was accepted with equal good feeling, such

as was honourable to all concerned; and the Sovereign learned, as

years went on, to repose a singular confidence in the Minister with

whom her first relations had been so unpropitious, but whose real

honesty, ability, and loyalty soon approved themselves to her clear

perceptions, which no prejudice has long been able to obscure.

 

We are told that in later years Her Majesty referred to the

disagreeable incident we have just related as one that could not have

occurred, if she had had beside her Prince Albert "to talk to and

employ in explaining matters," while she refused the suggestion that

her impulsive resistance had been advised by any one about her. "It

was entirely my own foolishness," [Footnote] she is said to have

added--words breathing that perfect simplicity of candour which has

always been one of her most strongly marked characteristics.

 

[Footnote: "Greville Memoirs," Third Part, vol. i.]

 

Though the matter caused a great sensation at the time, and gave rise

to some dismal prophesyings, it was of no permanent importance, and

is chiefly noted here because it throws a strong light on Her

Majesty's need of such an ever-present aid as she had now secured in

the husband wise beyond his years, who well understood his

constitutional position, and was resolute to keep within it, avoiding

entanglement with any party, and fulfilling with equal impartiality

and ability the duties of private secretary to his Sovereign-wife.

 

The Melbourne Ministry had had to contend with difficulties

sufficiently serious, and of these the grimmest and greatest remained

still unsettled. At the outset of the reign a rebellion in Canada had

required strong repression; and we had taken the first step on a bad

road by entering into those disputes as to our right to force the

opium traffic on China, which soon involved us in a disastrously

successful war with that country. On the other hand, our Indian

Government had begun an un-called-for interference with the affairs

of Afghanistan, which, successful at first, resulted in a series of

humiliating reverses to our arms, culminating in one of the most

terrible disasters that have ever befallen a British force--the

wholesale massacre of General Elphinstone's defeated and retreating

army on its passage through the terrible mountain gorge known as the

Pass of Koord Cabul. It was on January 13th, 1842, that the single

survivor of this massacre appeared, a half-fainting man, drooping

over the neck of his wearied pony, before the fort of Jellalabad,

which General Sale still held for the English. He only was "escaped

alone" to tell the hideous tale. The ill-advised and ill-managed

enterprise which thus terminated had extended over more than three

years, had cost us many noble lives, in particular that of the

much-lamented Alexander Burnes, had condemned many English women and

children to a long and cruel captivity among the savage foe, and had

absolutely failed as to the object for which it was undertaken--the

instalment of Shah Soojah, a mere British tool, as ruler of

Afghanistan, in place of the chief desired by the Afghan people, Dost

Mahomed. When the disasters to our arms had been retrieved, as

retrieved they were with exemplary promptness, and when the surviving

prisoners were redeemed from their hard captivity, it was deemed

sound policy for us to attempt no longer to "force a sovereign on a

reluctant people," and to remain content with that limit which

"nature appears to have assigned" to our Indian empire on its

north-western border. Later adventures in the same field have not

resulted so happily as to prove that these views were incorrect. Our

prestige was seriously damaged in Hindostan by this first Afghan war,

and was only partially re-established in the campaign against the

Sikhs several years later, despite the dramatic grandeur of that

"piece of Indian history" which resulted in our annexation of the

Punjaub in 1846--a solid advantage balanced by the unpleasant fact

that English soldiers had been proved not invincible by natives.

 

It will thus appear that there was not too much that was glorious or

encouraging in our external affairs in these early years; but the

internal condition of the country was never less reassuring. The

general discontent of the English lower orders was taking shape as

Chartism--a movement which could not have arisen but for the fierce

suspicion with which the working classes had learnt to regard those

who seemed their superiors in wealth, in rank, or in political power,

and which the higher orders retaliated in dislike and distrust of the

labouring population, whom they considered as seditious enemies of

order and property. The demon of class hatred was never more alive

and busy than in the decade which terminated in 1848.

 

"The Charter," which was the watchword of hope to so many, and the

very war-note of discord to many more, comprised six points, of which

some at least were sufficiently absurd, while others have virtually

passed into law, quietly and naturally, in due course of time; and if

the universal Age of Gold which ignorant Chartists looked for has not

ensued, at least the anarchy and ruin which their opponents

associated with the dreaded scheme are equally non-existent. So fast

has the time moved that there is now a little difficulty in

understanding the passionate hopes with which the Charter was

associated on the one side, and the panic which it inspired on the

other; and there is much to move wondering compassion in the profound

ignorance which those hopes betrayed, and the not inferior misery

amid which they were cherished. Few persons are now so credulous as

to expect that annual Parliaments or stipendiary members would insure

the universal reign of peace and justice; the people have already

found that vote by ballot and suffrage all but universal have neither

equalised wealth nor abrogated greed and iniquity; and though there

be some dreamers in our midst to-day who look for wonderful

transformations of society to follow on possible reforms, there is

not even in these dreamy schemes the same amazing disproportion of

means to be employed and end to be attained as characterised the

Chartist delusion.

 

[Illustration: Daniel O'Connell.]

 

In Ireland men were reposing unbounded faith in another sort of

political panacea for every personal and social evil--the Repeal of

the Union with England, advocated by Daniel O'Connell, with all the

power of his passionate Celtic eloquence, and supported by all his

extraordinary personal influence. Apparently he hoped to carry this

agitation to the same triumphant issue as that for Catholic

emancipation, in which he had taken a conspicuous part; but the new

movement did not, like the old one, appeal immediately and plausibly

to the English sense of fair play and natural justice. A competent

and not unfriendly observer has remarked that O'Connell's "theory and

policy were that Ireland was to be saved by a dictatorship entrusted

to himself." Whether any salvation for the unhappy land did lie in

such a dictatorship was a point on which opinion might well be

divided. English opinion was massively hostile to it; but for years

all the political enthusiasm of Ireland centred in O'Connell and the

cause he upheld. The country might be on the brink of ruin and

starvation, but the peril seemed forgotten while the dream lasted.

The agitator was wont to refer to the Queen in terms of extravagant

loyalty, and it would seem that the feeling was largely shared by his

followers. However futile and vainglorious his scheme and methods may

appear, we must not deny to him a distinction, rare indeed among

Irish agitators, of having steadily disclaimed violence and advocated

orderly and peaceable proceedings. He thought his cause would be

injured, and not advanced, by such outrages as before and since his

day have too often disgraced party warfare in Ireland. His favourite

maxim was that "the man who commits a crime gives strength to the

enemy." This opinion was not heartily endorsed by all his followers.

When it became clear that his dislike of physical force was real,

when he did not defy the Government, at last stirred into hostile

action by the demonstrations he organised, there was an end of his

power over the fiercer spirits whom he had roused against the rule of

"the Saxon"--luckless phrase with which he had enriched the

Anglo-Irish controversy, and misleading as luckless. O'Connell died,

a broken and disappointed man, on his way to Rome in 1847; but the

spirit he had raised and could not rule did not die with him, and the

younger, more turbulent leaders, who had outbid him for popular

approval, continued their anti-English warfare with growing zeal

until the year of fate 1848.

 

Even the Principality of Wales had its own peculiar form of

agitation, sometimes accompanied by outrage, during these wild

opening years. The farmers and labourers in Wales were unprosperous

and poor, and in the season of their adversity they found turnpikes

and tolls multiplying on their public roads. They resented what

appeared a cruel imposition with wrathful impatience, and ere long

gave expression to their anger in wild deeds. A text of Scripture

suggested to them a fantastic form of riot. They found that it was

said of old to Rebecca, "Let thy seed possess the gate of those which

hate them," and ere long "Rebecca and her children," men masking in

women's clothes, made fierce war by night on the "gates" they

detested, destroying the turnpikes and driving out their keepers.

These raids were not always bloodless. The Government succeeded in

repressing the rioting, and then, finding that a real grievance had

caused it, did away with the oppressive tolls, and dealt not too

hardly with the captured offenders; leniency which soon restored

Wales to tranquillity.

 

[Illustration: Richard Cobden.]

 

[Illustration: John Bright.]

 

A peaceful, strictly constitutional, and finally successful agitation

ran its steady course in England for several years contemporaneously

with those we have already enumerated. The Anti-Corn-Law League, with

which the names of Cobden and Bright are united as closely as those

two distinguished men were united in friendship, had in 1838 found a

centre eminently favourable to its operations in Manchester. Its

leaders were able, well-informed, and upright men, profoundly

convinced that their cause was just, and that the welfare of the

people was involved in their success or failure. They were men of the

middle class, acquainted intimately with the needs and doings of the

trading community to which they belonged, and therefore at once

better qualified to argue on questions affecting commerce, and less

directly interested in the prosperity of agriculture, than the more

aristocratic leaders of the nation. Both persuasive and successful

speakers, one of them supremely eloquent, they were able to interest

even the lowest populace in questions of political economy, and to

make Free Trade in Corn the idol of popular passion. Their mode of

agitation was eminently reasonable and wise; but it _was_ an

agitation, exciting wild enthusiasm and fierce opposition, and must

be reckoned not among the forces tending to quiet, but among those

that aroused anxious care in the first nine years of the reign. And

it was a terrible calamity that at last placed victory within their

grasp. The blight on the potato first showed itself in 1845--a new,

undreamed-of disaster, probably owing to the long succession of

unfavourable seasons. And the potato blight meant almost certainly

famine in Ireland, where perhaps three-fourths of the population had

no food but this root. The food supply of a whole nation seemed on

the point of being cut off. A loud demand was made for "the opening

of the ports." By existing laws the ports admitted foreign grain

tinder import duties varying in severity inversely with the

fluctuating price of home-grown grain; thus a certain high level in

the cost of corn was artificially maintained. These regulations,

though framed for the protection of the native producer, did not bear

so heavily on the consumer as the law of 1815 which they replaced;

and the principle represented by them had a large following in the

country. But now the argument from famine proved potent to decide the

wavering convictions of some who had long been identified with the

cause of Protection. The champions of Free Trade were sure of triumph

when Sir Robert Peel became one of their converts; and the Corn Bill

which he carried in the June of 1846, granting with some little

reserve and delay the reforms which the Anti-Corn-Law League had been

formed to secure, brought that powerful association to a quiet end.

But the threatening Irish famine and the growing Irish disturbances

remained, to embarrass the Ministry of Lord John Russell, which came

into power within less than a week of that great success of the Tory

Minister, defeated on a question of Irish polity on the very day when

his Corn Bill received the assent of the House of Lords.

 

[Illustration: Lord John Russell.]

 

We must not omit, as in passing we chronicle this singular fortune of

a great Minister, to notice the grief with which Her Majesty viewed

this turn of events. Amid all the anxiety of the period, amid her

distress at the cruel sufferings of her servants in India, in

Britain, in Ireland, and her care for their relief, she had had two

sources of consolation: the pure and simple bliss of her home-life,

and the assistance of two most valued counsellors--her husband and

her Prime Minister. One was inseparably at her side, but one must now

leave it; and she and the Prince met their inevitable loss with the

dignified outward acquiescence that was fitting, but with sorrow not

less real. The Queen would have bestowed on Peel as distinguished an

honour as she could confer--the Order of the Garter; Peel deemed it

best to decline it gratefully. "He was from the people and of the

people," and wished so to remain, content if his Queen could say,

"You have been a faithful servant, and have done your duty to the

country and to myself."

 

In hapless Ireland, torn by agitation and scourged by pestilence and

famine, the general misery had reached a point where no fiscal

measures, however wise, could at once alleviate it. The potato famine

held on its dreadful way, and the darkest moment of Irish history

seemed reached in the year when one hundred and seventy thousand

persons perished in that island by hunger or hunger-bred fever. The

new plague affected Great Britain also; but its suffering was

completely overshadowed by the enormous bulk of Irish woe, which the

utmost lavishness of charity seemed scarcely to lessen. That there

should be turbulence and even violence accompanying all this

wretchedness was no way surprising; but in most men's minds the

wretchedness held the larger place, and deservedly so, for the

sedition, when ripe enough, was dealt with sharply, though not

mercilessly, in such a way that ere long all reasonable dread of a

civil war being added to the other horrors, had passed away; and the

country had leisure for such recovery as was possible to a land so

desolate.

 

[Illustration: Thomas Chalmers.]

 

There was contemporaneous distress enough and to spare in Great

Britain: failures in Lancashire alone to the amount of L16,000,000;

failures equally heavy in Birmingham, Glasgow, and other great towns;

capital was absorbed by the mad speculations in railway shares; and

even Heaven's gift of an abundant harvest, by at once lowering the

price of corn, helped to depress commerce. Many banks stopped

payment, and even the Bank of England seemed imperilled, saving

itself only by adopting a bold line of policy advised by Government.

At the same time, the Chartist movement was gathering the strength

which was to expend itself in the futile demonstrations of 1848.

 

[Illustration: John Henry Newman. _From a photograph by_ Mr. H. J.

Whitlock, _Birmingham_.]

 

But as if it were not enough for every department of political or

commercial life to be so seriously affected, there was now arising

within the English National Church itself a singular movement,

destined to affect the religious history of the land as powerfully,

if not as beneficially, as did the Evangelical revival of the last

century; and the National Kirk of Scotland, after long and stern

contention on the crucial point of civil control in things spiritual,

was ready for that rending in twain from which arose the Free Kirk;

while other religious bodies were torn by the same keen spirit of

strife, the same revolt against ancient order, as that which was

distracting the world of politics. The bitterness of the disruption

in Scotland is well-nigh exhausted, though the controversy enlisted

at the time all the fervid power of a Chalmers; men honour the memory

of the champions, while hoping to see the once sharp differences

composed for ever. But the "Catholic Revival," initiated under the

leadership of Newman, Pusey, and Keble, has proved to be no transient

disturbance: and no figure has in relation to the Church history of

the half-century the same portentous importance as that of John Henry

Newman, whose powerful magnetism, as it attracted or repelled, drew

men towards Romanism or drove them towards Rationalism, his logical

art, made more impressive by the noble eloquence with which he

sometimes adorned it, seeming to leave those who came under his spell

no choice between the two extremes. When he finally decided on

withdrawing himself from the Anglican and giving in his adhesion to

the Roman communion, he set an example that has not yet ceased to be

imitated, to the incalculable damage of the English Establishment.

Happily the massive Nonconformity of the country was hardly touched

either by his influence or his example.

 

It is pleasant to turn from scenes of doubt and discord, of strife

and sorrow, to that bright domestic life which was now vouchsafed to

the Sovereign, as if in direct compensation for the storms that raved

and beat outside her home--a home now brightened by the presence of

five joyous, healthy children. It is a charming picture of the royal

pair and of the manner of life in the palace--styled by one foreigner

"the one really pleasant, comfortable English house, in which one

feels at one's ease "--that is given us by the finely discerning

Mendelssohn, invited by the Prince to "come and try his organ" before

leaving England in 1842, on which occasion the Queen joined her

husband and his guest at the instrument, enjoying and aiding in their

musical performance, and singing, "quite faultlessly and with

charming feeling and expression," a song written by the great master

who was now paying a farewell visit, with nothing of ceremony in it,

to English royalty. With a few touches Mendelssohn makes us see the

delightful ease and comfort of this royal interior, the Queen

gathering up the sheets of music strewn by the wind over the

floor--the Prince cleverly managing the organ-stops so as to suit the

master while he played--the mighty rocking-horse and the two

birdcages beside the music-laden piano in the Queen's own

sitting-room, beautiful with pictures and richly-bound books--the

pretty difficulty about her finding some of Mendelssohn's own songs

to sing to him, since her music was packed up and taken away to

Claremont--her naive confession that she had been "so frightened" at

singing before the master,--all are chronicled with not less zest and

affection than the graceful gift of a valuable ring "as a

remembrance" to the artist from the Queen, through Prince Albert. It

is a much more pleasing impression that we thus obtain than can be

given by details of State ceremonial and visits from other

sovereigns. Of these last there was no lack, and the princely

visitors were entertained with all due pomp and splendour; but

neither on account of these costly entertainments nor on behalf of

the royal children did the Sovereign ask the nation for so much as a

shilling, the Civil List sufficing for every unlooked-for outlay, now

that Prince Albert, by dint of persevering effort, had succeeded in

putting the arrangements of the royal household on a satisfactory

footing, sweeping away a vast number of time-honoured, thriftless

expenses, and rendering a wise and generous economy possible.

 

[Illustration: Balmoral.]

 

Formerly the great officers of the Crown were charged with the

oversight of the commonest domestic business of the palace. Being

non-resident, these overseers did no overseeing, and the actual

servants were practically masterless. Hence arose numberless

vexations and extravagant hindrances. In 1843 this objectionable form

of the division of labour was brought to an end, and one Master of

the household who did his work replaced the many officials who, by a

fiction of etiquette, had been formerly supposed to do everything

while they did and could do nothing. The long-needed reform could not

but be pleasing to the Queen, being quite in harmony with the upright

principles that had always ruled her conduct, she having begun her

reign by paying off the debts of her dead father--debts contracted

not in her lifetime nor on her account, and which a spirit less

purely honourable might therefore have declined to recognise.

 

[Illustration: Osborne House.]

 

Thanks to the Prince's able management, the royal pair found it in

their power to purchase for themselves the estate of Osborne, in the

Isle of Wight--a charming retreat all their own, which they could

adorn for their delight with no thought of the thronging public;

where the Prince could farm and build and garden to his heart's

content, and all could escape from the stately restraints of their

burdensome rank, and from "the bitterness people create for

themselves in London." Before very long they found for themselves

that Highland holiday home of Balmoral which was to be so peculiarly

dear, and in which Her Majesty--whose first visit to the _then_

discontented Scotland was deemed quite a risky experiment--was so

completely to win for herself the admiring love of her Scottish

subjects.

 

At Balmoral Mr. Greville saw them some little time after their

acquisition of the place, and witnesses to the "simplicity and ease"

with which they lived, to the gay good humour that pervaded their

circle--"the Queen running in and out of the house all day long,

often going out alone, walking into the cottages, sitting down and

chatting with the old women," the Prince free from trammels of

etiquette, showing what native charm of manner and what high,

cultivated intelligence were really his. The impression is identical

with that conveyed by Her Majesty's published Journal of that

Highland life; and, though lacking the many graceful details of that

record, the testimony has its own value. Happy indeed was the

Sovereign for whom the black cloud of those years showed such a

silver lining! Other potentates were less happy, both as regarded

their private blessings and their public fortunes.

 

It would be agreeable to English feelings, but not altogether

consonant with historic truth, if we could leave unnoticed the

scandalous attempts on the Queen's life which marked the earliest

period of her reign and have been renewed in later days. The first

attacks were by far of the most alarming character, but Her Majesty,

whose escape on one occasion seemed due only to her husband's prompt

action, never betrayed any agitation or alarm; and her dauntless

bearing, and the care for others which she manifested by dispensing

with the presence of her usual lady attendants when she anticipated

one of these assaults, immensely increased the already high esteem in

which her people held her. The first assailant, a half-crazy lad of

low station named Oxford, was shut up in a lunatic asylum. For the

second, a man named Francis, the same plea could not be urged; but

the death-sentence he had incurred was commuted to transportation for

life. Almost immediately a deformed lad called Bean followed the

example of Francis. Her Majesty, who had been very earnest to save

the life of the miserable beings attacking her, desired an alteration

in the law as to such assaults; and their penalty was fixed at seven

years' transportation, or imprisonment not exceeding three years, to

which the court was empowered to add a moderate number of

whippings--punishments having no heroic fascination about them, like

that which for heated and shallow brains invested the hideous doom of

"traitors." The expedient proved in a measure successful, none of the

later assaults, discreditable as they are, betraying a really

murderous intention. It has been remarked as a noteworthy

circumstance that popular English monarchs have been more exposed to

such dangers than others who were cordially disliked. It is not

hatred that has prompted these assassins so much as imbecile vanity

and the passion for notoriety, misleading an obscure coxcomb to think

 

                        "His glory would be great

   According to _her_ greatness whom he quenched."

 

 

 

CHAPTER III.

 

FRANCE AND ENGLAND.

 

[Illustration: Buckingham Palace.]

 

It is  necessary now to look at the relations of our Government with

other nations, and in particular with France, whose fortunes just at

this time had a clearly traceable effect on our own.

 

For several years the Court of England had been on terms of

unprecedented cordiality with the French Court. The Queen had

personally visited King Louis Philippe at the Chateau d'Eu--an event

which we must go back as far as the days of Henry VIII to

parallel--and had contracted a warm friendship for certain members of

his family, in particular for the Queen, Marie Amelie, for the

widowed Duchess of Orleans, a maternal cousin of Prince Albert, and

for the perfect Louise, the truthful, unselfish second wife of

Leopold, King of the Belgians, and daughter of the King of the

French. It was a rude shock to all the warm feelings which our Queen,

herself transparently honest, had learnt to cherish for her royal

friends when the French King and his Minister, Guizot, entered into

that fatal intrigue of theirs, "the Spanish marriages." Isabella, the

young Queen of Spain, and her sister and heiress presumptive, Louisa,

were yet unmarried at the time of the visit to the Chateau d'Eu; and

about that time an undertaking was given by the French to the English

Government that the Infanta Louisa should not marry a French prince

until her sister, the actual Queen, "should be married and have

children." The possible union of the crowns of France and Spain was

known for a dream of French ambition, and was equally well known to

be an object of dislike and dread to other European Powers. The

engagement which the French King had now given seemed therefore well

calculated to disarm suspicion and promote peace; but the one was

reawakened and the other endangered when it became known that he had

so used his power over the Spanish court as to procure that the royal

sisters of Spain should be married on one day--Isabella, the Queen,

to the most unfit and uncongenial of all the possible candidates for

her hand; Louisa to King Louis Philippe's son, the Duke of

Montpensier. The transaction on the face of it was far from

respectable, since the credit and happiness of the young Spanish

Queen seemed to have hardly entered into the consideration of those

who arranged for her the _mariage de convenance_ into which she was

led blindfold; but when regarded as a violation of good faith it was

additionally displeasing. Queen Victoria, to whom the scheme was

imparted only when it was ripe for execution, through her personal

friend Louise, Queen of the Belgians, replied to the communication in

a tone of earnest, dignified remonstrance; but apparently the King

was now too thoroughly committed to his scheme to be deterred by any

reasoning or reproaches, and the tragical farce was played out. It

had no good results for France; England was chilled and alienated,

but the Spanish crown never devolved on the Duchess of Montpensier.

Within two little years from her marriage that princess and all the

French royal family fled from France, so hastily that they had

scarcely money enough to provide for their journey, and appeared in

England as fugitives, to be aided and protected by the Queen, who

forgot all political resentment, and remembered only her personal

regard for these fallen princes.

 

The overthrow of the Orleans dynasty in 1848 was a complete surprise,

and men have never ceased to see something disgraceful in its amazing

suddenness. Here was a great king, respected for wisdom and daring,

and supposed to understand at every point the character of the land

he ruled, his power appearing unshaken, while it was known to be

backed with an army one hundred thousand strong. And almost without

warning a whirlwind of insurrection against this solid power and this

able ruler broke out, and in a few wild hours swept the whole fabric

into chaos. Nothing caused more surprise at the moment than the

extreme bitterness of animosity which the insurgents manifested

towards the king's person, unless it were the tameness with which he

submitted to his fate and the precipitancy of his flight. There was

something rotten in the state of things, men said, which could thus

dissolve, crushed like a swollen fungus by a casual foot. And indeed,

whether with perfect justice or not, Louis Philippe's Administration

had come to be deemed corrupt some time ere his fall. The free-spoken

Parisians had openly flouted it as such: witness a mock advertisement

placarded in the streets: "_A nettoyer, deux Chambres et une Cour_":

"Two _Chambers_ and a _Court_ to clean." A French Government that had

been crafty, but not crafty enough to conceal the fact, that was

rather contemned for plotting than dreaded for unscrupulous energy,

was already in peril. The still unsubdued revolutionary spirit,

working under the smooth surface of French society, was the element

which accomplished the destruction of this discredited Government.

 

The outbreak in France acted like a spark in a powder magazine; ere

long great part of Europe was shaken by the second great

revolutionary upheaval, when potentates seemed falling and ancient

dynasties crumbling on all sides--a period of eager hope to many,

followed by despair when the reaction set in, accompanied in too many

places by repressive measures of pitiless severity. The contemptuous

feeling with which many Englishmen were wont to view such Continental

troubles is well embodied in the lines which Tennyson put into the

mouth of one of his characters, speaking of France:

 

   "Yonder, whiff! there comes a sudden heat,

   The gravest citizen seems to lose his head,

   The king is scared, the soldier will not fight.

   The little boys begin to shoot and stab,

   A kingdom topples over with a shriek

   Like an old woman, and down rolls the world

   In mock-heroics--

   Revolts, republics, revolutions, most

   No graver than a schoolboy's barring out;

   Too comic for the solemn things they are,

   Too solemn for the comic touches in them."

 

In this wild year 1848, which saw Revolution running riot on the

Continent, England too had its share of troubles not less painfully

ridiculous; the insurrection headed by Smith O'Brien, a chief of the

"Young Ireland" party, coming to an inglorious end in the affray

that took place at "the widow McCormick's cabbage-garden,

Ballingarry," in the month of July; the greatly dreaded Chartist

demonstration at Kennington Common on April 10th by its conspicuous

failure having done much to damp the hopes and spirits of the party

of disorder generally.

 

It would be easy now to laugh at the frustrated designs of the

Chartist leaders and at the sort of panic they aroused in London: the

vast procession, which was to have marched in military order to

overawe Parliament, resolving itself into a confused rabble easily

dispersed by the police, and the monster petition, that should  have

numbered six million signatures, transported piecemeal to the House,

and there found to have but two million names appended, many

fictitious; the Chartist leader, completely cowed, thanking the Home

Office for its lenient treatment; or, on the other hand, London and

its peaceful inhabitants, distracted with wild rumours of combat and

bloodshed, apprehending a repetition of Parisian madnesses, and

unaware how thoroughly the Duke of Wellington, entrusted with the

defence of the capital and its important buildings, had carried out

all needful arrangements. The two hundred thousand special constables

sworn in to aid in maintaining law and order on that day were visible

enough, and had their utility in conveying a certain impression of

safety; the troops whom the veteran commander held in readiness were

kept out of sight till wanted. These rebellious spirits imagining

themselves formidable and free, when caught in an invisible iron

network--these terrified citizens, protected all unconsciously to

themselves against the impotent foe whom they dreaded--might furnish

food for mirth if we did not remember the real, deep, and widespread

misery which found inarticulate but piteous expression in the

movement now coming to confusion under the firm assertion of

necessary authority. The disturbances must needs be quieted; but

hitherto it has been the glory of our Victorian statesmen to have

understood that the grievances which caused them must also be dealt

with. Now that all which could be deemed wise and good in Chartist

demands has been conceded, orderly and quietly, the name "Chartism"

has utterly lost its dread significance.

 

[Illustration: Napoleon III.]

 

No cruelly vindictive measures of reprisal followed the collapse of

the agitation; none indeed were needed. The revolutionary epidemic,

which had spread hitherward from France, found our body politic in

too sound a condition, and could not fasten on it; and the subsequent

convulsions which shook our great neighbour hardly called forth an

answering thrill in England. The strange transactions of December

1851, by means of which Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, Prince-President of

the new French republic, succeeded in overthrowing that republic and

replacing it by an empire of which he was the head, did indeed excite

displeasure and distrust in many minds; and though it was believed

that his high-handed proceedings had averted much disorder, the

English Government was not prepared at once to accept all the

proffered explanations of French diplomacy; but the then foreign

Secretary, Lord Palmerston, by the rash proclamation of his

individual approval, committed the Ministry of which he was one to a

recognition of the _de facto_ Monarch of France. This step was but

the last of many instances in which Palmerston had acted without due

reference to the premier's or the Sovereign's opinion--a course of

conduct which had justly displeased the Queen, and had drawn from her

grave and pointed remonstrances. The final transgression led to his

resignation; but its effects on our relations with France remained.

 

Meanwhile the Emperor's consistent and probably sincere display of

goodwill towards England, the apparent complacency with which the

French nation acquiesced in his rule, and the outward prosperity

accompanying it, did their natural work in conciliating approval, and

in making men willing to forget the obscure and tortuous steps by

which he had climbed to power. One day he and France were to pay for

these things; but meanwhile he was a popular ruler, accepted and

approved by the nation he governed, anxious for its prosperity, and

earnest in keeping it friendly with Great Britain, which he had found

a hospitable home in the days of his obscurity, which was again to

offer an asylum to him in a day of utter disaster and overthrow, and

where his life, chequered by vicissitudes stranger than any known to

romance, was to come to a quiet close. It has been the singular

fortune of Her Majesty to receive into the sacred shelter of her

realm two dethroned monarchs, two fallen fortunes, two dynasties cast

out from sovereign power, while her own throne, "broad-based upon her

people's will, and compassed by the inviolate sea," has stood firm

and unshaken, even by a breath. And it has been her special honour to

cherish with affection, even warmer in their adversity, the friends

who had gained her regard when their prosperity seemed as bright and

their great position as assured as her own. Visiting the Emperor

Napoleon in his splendid capital, feted and welcomed by him and his

Empress with every flattering form of honour that his ingenuity could

devise or his power enable him to show, she did not forget the

Orleans family and their calamities, but frankly urged on her host

the injustice of the confiscations with which he had requited the

supposed hostility of those princes, and endeavoured to persuade him

to milder measures. She visited in his company the tomb of the

lamented Duke of Orleans; and her first care on returning to England

was to show some kindly attention to the discrowned royalties who

were now her guests. In the same spirit, in after years, she extended

a friendly hand to the exiled Empress Eugenie, escaping from new

revolutionary perils to English safety, and altogether declined to

consider her personal regard for the lady, whose attractions had

deservedly gained it in brighter days, as being in any sense

complicated with matters political. The resolute loyalty with which

she at once maintained her private friendships and kept them entirely

apart from her public action compelled toleration from the persons

most inclined to take umbrage at it.

 

An instance of successful and courageous enterprise on Her Majesty's

part may well close this brief notice of the internal and external

convulsions which for a time shook, though they did not shatter, the

peace of our realm. In the late summer of 1849 a royal visit to

Ireland, now just reviving from its misery, was planned and carried

out with complete success; the wild Irish enthusiasm blazed up into

raptures of a loyal welcome, and the Sovereign, who played her part

with all the graceful perfection that her compassionate heart and

quick intelligence suggested, was delighted with the little tour,

from which those who shared in it prophesied "permanent good" for

Ireland. At least it had a healing, beneficial effect at the moment;

and perhaps more could not have been reasonably hoped. Later royal

visits to the sister isle have been less conspicuous, but all fairly

successful.

 

 

 

CHAPTER IV.

 

THE CRIMEAN WAR.

 

[Illustration: The Crystal Palace, 1851.]

 

The "Exhibition year," 1851, appears to our backward gaze almost like

a short day of splendid summer interposed between two stormy seasons;

but at the time men were more inclined to regard it as the first of a

long series of halcyon days. Indeed, the unexampled number and

success of the various efforts to redress injury and reform abuses,

which had signalised the new reign, might almost justify those

sanguine spirits, who now wrote and spoke as though wars and

oppression were well on their way to the limbo of ancient barbarisms,

and who looked to unfettered commerce as the peace-making civiliser,

under whose influence the golden age--in more senses than one might

revisit the earth.

 

[Illustration: Lord Ashley.]

 

We have already referred to certain of the new transforming forces

whose action tended to heighten such hopes; there are two reforms as

yet unnamed by us, distinguishing these early years, which are

particularly significant; though one at least was stoutly opposed by

a special class of reformers. We refer to the legislation dealing

with mines and factories and those employed therein, with which is

inseparably connected the venerable name of the late Lord

Shaftesbury; and to the abolition of duelling in the army, secured by

the untiring efforts of Prince Albert, who had enlisted on his side

the immense influence of the Duke of Wellington.

 

That peculiar modern survival of the ancient trial by combat, the

duel, was still blocking the way of English civilisation when Her

Majesty assumed the sceptre. A palpable anachronism, it yet seemed

impossible to make men act on their knowledge of its antiquated and

barbarous character; legislation was fruitless of good against a

practice consecrated by false sentiment and false ideas of honour;

but when dislodged from its chief stronghold, the army, it became

quickly discredited everywhere, with the happy result noted by a

contemporary historian, that _now_ "a duel in England would seem as

absurd and barbarous as an ordeal by touch or a witch-burning."

Militarism, that mischievous counterfeit of true soldierly spirit,

could not thrive where the duel was discountenanced; and the friends

of peace might rejoice with reason.

 

But those peaceful agitators, the sagacious, energetic Cobden and his

allies, resented rather sharply the interference of the Lord Ashley

of that day with the "natural laws" of the labour market--laws to

whose operation some of the party attributed the cruelly excessive

hours of work in factories, and the indiscriminate employment of all

kinds of labour, even that of the merest infants. Undeterred by

these objections, convinced that no law which sanctioned and promoted

cruelty did so with true authority, Lord Ashley persisted in the

struggle on which he had entered 1833; in 1842 he scored his first

great success in the passing of an Act that put an end to the

employment of women and children in mines and collieries; in 1844 the

Government carried their Factories Act, which lessened and limited

the hours of children's factory labour, and made other provisions for

their benefit. It was not all that he had striven for, but it was

much; he accepted the compromise, but did not slacken in his efforts

still further to improve the condition of the children. His career of

steady benevolence far outstretched this early period of battle and

endurance; but already his example and achievement were fruitful of

good, and his fellow-labourers were numerous. Nothing succeeds like

success: people had sneered at the mania for futile legislation that

po