November 1881, to April 1882
WHO WERE THE CHARTISTS?
W. J. LINTON.
W. J. Linton
WHO were the Chartists?—a question to
be first answered by saying what Chartism was. A word of fear in England, from 1837,
for ten to fifteen years onward, of its sound scarcely an echo now remains.
In the Epilogue to Green's "Short History of the English People," these few words—"The
discontent of the poorer classes gave rise, in 1839, to riotous demands for the People's
Charter "—with briefest possible statement of the provisions of the Charter, are all the
information given of an agitation that stirred the whole island. Elsewhere it is spoken of
with the same superciliousness. Historians in general are not generous to the defeated,
nor care to waste their ink on chronicles of the "lower orders."
Two earnest writers, however, have treated the subject as more important: Carlyle in his
"Chartism," Kingsley in his "Alton Locke."
Nobly intentioned books these two, with serious endeavour toward truth; but in vain would one look even
there to learn either what Chartism meant or what manner of man this Chartist was.
Carlyle's writing is blurred by the confusion in the writer's mind between rights and mights: it is the work of a Jeremiah, who ends with Lamentations.
What is to be learned from it is the reason for that prevalent discontent of the poorer classes in which
Chartism had its birth. That is sufficiently exposed by both Carlyle and
Kingsley; but both were by their peculiar views unfitted for correct judgment of the movement or
the men. Having determined in their own minds that the one thing needful for the
masses is good guidance by a wiser few, no matter how appointed (of course presumed
divinely), satisfied that there lies the whole problem of government (Carlyle's aristocracy
of beneficent whip-bearers wanting only, according to Kingsley, the further benefit of
clergy), they not unnaturally concluded that all sound thinkers must be of the same opinion; and were so disenabled from understanding men who, certain that they had
been misgoverned by the aristocracy, and betrayed or neglected by the church (described
by even pious William Cowper as in those Georgian days "a priesthood such as Baal's
was of old"), had come to the opposite conclusion—that it was time for the many to
dethrone the few and take care of themselves. Chartism, indeed, was the plain operation of
democracy pure and simple; not republican, for it asked only popular rule, without thought
of organization of society. It was just a people's protest against absolutism, monarchical or oligarchical—against privilege and
class-legislation: a simple claim for some voice in the appointment of governors or
public servants. It said this: "Before all else, acknowledge men as
men! If you cannot do away with the inequalities of long-continued circumstance, do not aggravate
them by making them the very basis of your law, first rendering us unfit by your partial
regulations, and then keeping us down as a fair consequence of your own unjust prohibiting!"
This principle of Chartism—the looking to the suffrage as the inalienable right of
manhood—had so permeated the minds of Englishmen, owing in a great measure to the
wide circulation of Paine's "Rights of Man" (published in 1791—2), that in 1819 a petition
for universal suffrage, presented to the House of Commons by Major Cartwright, obtained a
million of signatures. The great Whig party had already taken up the same cry.
So early as 1780, the Duke of Richmond introduced a bill into the House of Lords, to give the
right of voting to "every man not contaminated by crime nor incapacitated for want of
reason." Three years later, in his celebrated "Letter to Colonel Sherman," he wrote:
"The subject of Parliamentary reform is that which, of all others, most deserves the attention of the
public, as I conceive it would include every other advantage which a nation can wish; and I have no hesitation
in saying that, from every consideration which I have been able to give this great question, that for many
years has occupied my mind, and from every day's experience to the
present hour, I am more and more convinced that the restoring the right
of voting to every man universally who is not incapacitated by nature
for want of reason, or by law for the commission of crime, is the only
reform that can be effectual and permanent."
At the same date a committee, of which Charles James Fox was chairman, appointed
by the electors of Westminster, recommended annual Parliaments, universal suffrage, equal
voting districts, no property qualification, voting by ballot, and payment of members.
The "Society of Friends of the People," established in 1792 by Charles Grey
(afterward the Earl Grey of the Reform Bill), James Mackintosh, and others, noblemen and members of the House of Commons, followed the
old lead; and the continued agitation resulted, in 1832, in the passing of what is called the
Reform Bill—a reform by which the middle classes were admitted to a share in the government, wherewith the Whig patriots, having come into office, were satisfied.
The working classes were not. Chartism, so long unnamed, but so nursed,
was, nevertheless, born of popular discontent —that "sick discontent," as Carlyle observes,
in which England, almost since the glorious Dutch Revolution, say for a century or more,
lay "writhing powerless on its fever bed, dark, nigh desperate "—the one sole recipe for
its woes, on the advent of a reformed government, a new poor-law and refusal of
outdoor relief. In which connection, under date of 1832, I read of fifteen hundred paupers in
one East London poor-house (that of Spitalfields, the silk weavers' district, many of them
descendants of Huguenots expelled from France) dying off "like rotten sheep" from
mere foulness of the atmosphere. No wild rumour this, but certified by medical authority.
In 1833 Leicester frame-work knitters received, for seventeen hours' work a day, a wage of
five shillings a week—one dollar a week—on which to support a family.
Six years later, wheat being at eighty-three shillings a quarter, the wages of agricultural
considered fair when averaging seven shillings a week. But the poor are so improvident.
And in 1840 (here quoting again from Carlyle) we have "half a million of hand-loom
weavers working fifteen hours a day, in perpetual inability to procure thereby enough of
the coarsest food." And beyond all nakedness, hunger, or distress,
"the feeling of injustice that," as the seer remarks, "is insupportable to all men."
Ground enough, one would think, for discontent, for smouldering wrath, for impotent writhings, for even vindictive outrage, if nothing better can be
done. "Sullen, revengeful humour of revolt against the upper classes, decreasing respect
for what their temporal superiors command, decreasing faith in what their spiritual superiors teach, is more and more the universal
spirit of the lower classes." So Carlyle saw in 1840. Some other less heeded men saw it
earlier. Notable among these was Henry Hetherington, who, insomuch as one man can
be credited with the beginning of a popular movement, may be called the founder of
Chartism. He, with William Lovett,
James Watson, and a few others, all working-men, mis-liking secret societies or open violence, and wise enough, too, to perceive the
powerlessness of conspiring against the reigning oppression, sought, rather, to call forth legally
and peaceably such an expression of public opinion as should be sufficient of itself to obtain
redress. From a paper prepared by Hetherington in 1831 arose the "National
Union of the Working Classes," for "protection of working-men in the free disposal of
their labour" (anticipating free trade); to obtain "an
effectual reform in Parliament"
(Whig intentions already seen through); and "the enactment of a wise and comprehensive
code" (to do away with much grievous uncertainty of the law, especially with regard to offenses
of the poorer classes). The principles of the union, drawn up by
Lovett and Watson, as they were the principles which actuated the
framers of the People's Charter, may be worth giving in full:
"NATIONAL UNION OF THE WORKING CLASSES.
"We, the working classes of London, declare:
"1. All property (honestly acquired) to be sacred and inviolable.
"2. That all men are born equally free, and have certain natural and inalienable rights.
"3. That governments ought to be founded on those rights; and all laws instituted for the common
benefit in the protection and security of all the people, and not for the particular emolument or advantage of
any single man, family, or set of men.
"4. That all hereditary distinctions of birth are unnatural, and opposed to the equal rights of
man; and therefore ought to be abolished.
"5. That every man of the age of twenty-one years, of sound mind and not tainted by crime, has a
right, either by himself or his representatives, to a free voice in determining the nature of the laws, the
necessity for public contributions, the appropriation of them, their amount, mode of assessment, and
"6. That in order to secure the unbiased choice of proper persons for representatives, the mode of voting
should be by ballot; that intellectual fitness and moral worth, and not property, should be the qualification
for representatives; and that the duration of Parliament should be but for one year.
"7. We declare these principles to be essential to our protection as working-men, and the only sure
guarantees for the securing to us the proceeds of our labour; and that we
will never be satisfied with the enactment of any law or laws which does
not recognize the rights enumerated in this declaration."
In 1837, the London Working-men's Association held a conference with the few liberal
members of the House of Commons, the result of which was the appointment of a
committee of twelve persons to draw up a bill to be proposed to Parliament.
The committee consisted of Daniel O'Connell, M. P., John Arthur Roebuck, M. P., John Temple Leader,
M. P., Charles Hindley, M. P., Colonel T. Perronet Thompson, M. P., William Sharman
Crawford, M. P.; and, as deputies of the Working-men's Association, Henry Hetherington, John Cleave, James Watson, Richard
Moore, William Lovett, and Henry Vincent. The work of writing fell to Lovett, who was
aided on legal points by Roebuck, who wrote the preamble. Carefully considered afterward, clause by clause, in the London Association,
and approved by associations throughout the country, the perfected draft came at last
before the public as the People's Charter—the outline of an act to provide for the just
representation of the people of Great Britain and Ireland in the Commons' House of Parliament, embracing the principles of universal
suffrage, no property qualification (for members), annual Parliaments, equal representation, payment of members, and vote by ballot.
The principles of this outlined act were, it will be seen, precisely those which, in 1780,
Charles James Fox had recommended to the electors of Westminster, which the leaders of
the great Whig party, not then in office, had deemed the only reform that could be
effectual or permanent. Now, fifty years later, this reform, asked for by the people
themselves and its practicability made manifest, was officially declared to be
revolutionary; and the very name of the People's Charter helped the opponents to a nickname.
Chartist (one believing in old Whig principles, and discontented because these principles were
abandoned by the party in power) became a word of reproach. Liberal politicians of the
Brougham and Burdett, and even of the Russell temper, would have none of it.
Such was the origin, such were the principles, of Chartism. And what sort of men were
the Chartists? "Insatiable wild beasts," said, almost unanimously, the contemporary liberal
and illiberal press. "Discontented rioters of the poorer classes," writes the more authoritative
historian. Yet the rioting was not extensive. Some there was: unimportant writhings, chiefly
of starving and ignorant agricultural labourers, stirred out of their accustomed apathy by the
falling of a few hasty and unconsidered words on the heaped-up dry fuel of their
misery; now and then a "riot" of less ignorant and more excitable mechanics—for the most part
provoked by police brutality, or the secret works of Government spies (as Cobbett, then
in Parliament, conclusively proved); this was all set down to Chartists, however innocent the
rioters of any thought of political action or concern with Chartism.
An abortive attempt to liberate a prisoner, in which the only blood shed was that of the would-be liberators, was
the one important item of wild-beastliness. And "insatiable" was an unhappy term for
men toward whose satisfaction nothing except the most liberal abuse was offered.
But Chartism (its objects were so just) meant rebuke to those in authority, and insofar was essentially
repugnant to the taste of the higher classes; wherefore, to borrow late slang, it was
"bad form" to associate or sympathize with those low fellows, the Chartists.
"What had mere working-men to do with the nation's government?
Let them leave that to their betters!" It was a time of reaction.
The current generation had not outgrown the scare of the French Revolution.
The "Young England" of a dreamily benevolent conservatism (Carlyle interpreted by Benjamin Disraeli—Genesis xliii. 34) and the Christian socialism of
Professor Maurice were not yet glimmering in the dawn. Respectable writers, like the class
for which they wrote, kept aloof from "the great unwashed "—public baths being not yet
numerous in England, and private not too frequent. Leigh Hunt alone was generous
enough to praise the public addresses of the Working-men's Association;
and Carlyle and Kingsley (Shelley's "Masque of Anarchy" belongs to
earlier days) stand as exceptions to the rule of neglect—they too, as I
have said, debarred from acquaintance with the men. I, being with
these Chartists through nearly the whole of the contest, in close
companionship with some of the leaders, had opportunity of knowing what
they were. Is it too soon to say?
Among them were some of the noblest, the most disinterested, the bravest, ay, and the
most intelligent men in England. I am not prouder of Mazzini's friendship, of the
friendship of some others whom England consents to honor, than I am of the friendship of these
men "of the poorer classes"—only working-men, my Chartist comrades.
Let me recall one: Cornelius George Harding, Chartist and gentleman:
"As true old Chaucer sang to us, so many years
He is the gentlest man who dares the gentlest deeds
However rude his birth or state, however low his
He is the gentleman whose life right gentle thought
This one was lowly placed, and of the poorest: a self-taught, loving, fragile lad, a
toiler from his childhood, and from boyhood (his father dead) the sole support of his
mother. Conscientious, diligent, studious, esteemed by his employers, loved by his
companions; public-spirited, unobtrusive, zealous, brave, devoted; gentle as a woman, pure as a girl, irreproachable as a
saint; never sparing himself when work was to be done as a republican missionary, or help was needed for a
friend; dying at the age of twenty-seven, of consumption, overwork, and that fever of the
enthusiast, the sword outwearing the too slender sheath:—I have known no more
beautifully natured man than this poor Chartist.
William Lovett was of the same gentle nature. Only a poor cabinet-maker—poor his life through, for he gave his days to the people
's service and took no reward.
A true patriot: history records none truer. Not self-seeking, nor ambitious, save of the fame of
good deeds. Not a strong man, but essentially good, of kindliest nature, clean, just, intelligent, peace-loving, although
"seditious"; and, if not strong, unflinching. What epitaph or praise needs be beyond his title—the
framer of the People's Charter? A charter greater than the "Great Charter," which did
not recognize the workman as a man. Another of history's riotous wild
beasts! This one would not have trodden upon a worm. Cornish by birth, born in
1800, at Newlyn,
a little fishing-town near Penzance, his father the captain of a small trading-vessel, drowned
at sea before the boy saw light, he was carefully brought up by his mother, a woman of
much character, intelligence, and piety, getting such schooling as was to be had by the
poorer classes in those days. All that was supposed sufficient to train up a child in quiet
and respectful ways was his: his mother's example and precept, Dr. Watts's divine songs,
the strict Methodist connection; but other influences could not be shut out from even
the child's simplicity. It was war-time. "Deeply engraven on the memory of my
boyhood," he writes in his autobiography ("Life and Struggles of William Lovett, in his pursuit of bread, knowledge, and freedom"),
were "the apprehensions and alarms amongst the inhabitants of our town regarding the
'press—gang.' The cry that ' the press—gang was coming,' was sufficient to cause all the
young and eligible men of the town to flock up to the hills and away to the country as fast as
possible, and to hide themselves in all manner of places till the danger was supposed to
be over. It was not always, however, that the road to the country was open to them, for the
authorities sometimes arranged that a troop of light-horse should be at hand to cut off
their retreat when the press-gang landed. Then might the soldiers be seen with drawn
swords, riding down the poor fishermen, often through fields of standing corn where they
had sought to hide themselves, while the press-gang were engaged in diligently
searching every house in order to secure their victims. In this way, as well as out of their boats
at sea, were great numbers taken away and many of them never heard of by their relations."
Such scenes probably lit the first sparks of his natural indignation against wrong.
When old enough, he was apprenticed to a rope-maker; afterward, rope-making being slack,
the war being over, he tried fishing, but could not do away with
seasickness; then, being of age, and not without considerable mechanical
ingenuity, he went to London to seek employment as a self-taught carpenter.
For a time he suffered the usual course of privation, but persevered; and, at first refused admission
into the Cabinet-makers' Society because he had not served an apprenticeship, he at last
was chosen president of the society. Anxious always to improve, strict in conduct,
temperate in his habits, he spared money for books, cheating his stomach with scant dinners,
joined the Mechanics' Institute, then new, attended lectures, etc. He tells an amusing
story—characteristic, too—of once returning from a lecture with Sir Richard Phillips, the
book-seller and author, who had some theory of gravitation in opposition to the Newtonian.
Glad, I suppose, to get an intelligent listener, the scientific book-seller led him round and
round St. Paul's church-yard in the moonlight, to broach his peculiar views, explaining them
occasionally by diagrams chalked on the shop-shutters, as need occurred.
In 1826 he married, making his own house-furniture—which furniture was seized five years later because he refused either to serve in the militia
or to pay the fine for a substitute,—his plea "no vote, no musket."
His daring conduct was not without effect. Public excitement led to discussion in Parliament, to exposure of the
system in practice; and no drawing for the militia has taken place from that time.
By this he had become acquainted with the various endeavours then making for the amelioration of the condition of working-men, had
joined the "First London Co-operative Trading Association" (one of several associations
for the same purpose—the first established at Brighton in 1828), and was becoming proficient in politics.
So early as 1829, he drew up a petition for opening the British Museum on Sundays.
He was active also in the agitation for a free and unstamped press, begun
by Hetherington in 1830. Of his action, with Hetherington and Watson, in the
formation of the Union of the Working Classes, and the formation of the People's Charter, I
have already spoken. The addresses of the London Working-men's Association were, I
believe, his writing. I note one in especial, an address to the working-men of Belgium
on occasion of the imprisonment of one Jacob Katz for calling a meeting of his fellow-workmen in Brussels, to discuss their
grievances—the first public essay to break down the king-fostered antipathy between the
peoples. When a convention of delegates from all parts of the country met in London,
in 1839, to prepare and to procure signatures to a national petition for the Charter, Lovett
was chosen secretary. The frightened Government began to make arrests, to give opportunity for them also by needless provocation
of the people. An outrageous attack by the police, in July, 1839, on a peaceable meeting in
the Bull-ring, Birmingham, being condemned by this Convention, Lovett, as their secretary,
was arrested, and, with another member of
the Convention, John Collins, who had taken
the condemnatory resolutions to the printer,
was convicted of a "seditious libel," for
which they suffered twelve months' imprisonment in Warwick Gaol.
came out of prison. After the failure of
Chartism, the rest of his life was given mainly
to educational movements; and two educational works by him, "Elementary Anatomy
and Physiology," and "Social and Political
Morality," have been highly spoken of. There was no lack of the
old-time earnest philanthropic spirit when I last saw the old man, in
London, in the beginning of 1873.
No rioter he, but simply a good citizen, fully
impressed with his duty as a man, benevolent and earnest.
"None more single-minded, few so brave, so generous as he. The most chivalrous of our party. He
could neglect his own interests (by no means a virtue,
but there is never lack of rebukers for all failings of
that kind), but he never did and never could neglect
his duty to the cause be bad embraced, to the principles he had avowed. There was no notoriety-hunting
in him—as, indeed, so mean a passion has no place in
any true man. And he was of the truest. He would
toil in any unnoticeable good work toward human
freedom, in any forlorn hope, or even, when he saw
that justice was with them, for men who were not of
his party, as cheerfully and vigorously as most other
men will labor for money, or fame, or respectability.
He was a real man—one of that select and glorious
company of those who are completely in earnest.
His principles were not kept in the pocket of a Sunday coat (I don't know that he always had a Sunday
change of any sort); but were to him the daily light
which led his steps. If strife and wrath lay in his
path, it was seldom from any fault of his; for though
hasty, as a man of impulsive nature and chafed by
some heavy afflictions, he was not intolerant, nor
quarrelsome, nor vindictive. Men who did not know
him have called him violent. He was, as said before,
hasty and impetuous, but utterly without malice; and he would not have
harmed his worst enemy, though, in truth, he heartily detested
tyranny and tyrants. One of the truest and bravest of the
With Hetherington I was closely associated: editing for him in, I think,
1841—2, the "Odd-Fellow" (so called because it was, to some extent, the
organ of the societies of that name), a weekly unstamped broad sheet,
for which I also wrote the political leaders. I had acted with him in
Chartist matters for some years before. Of him, I may repeat some
few of words written to be spoken over his grave, as I was too far away
to attend the burial.
Born in London, in 1792, he was brought up as a printer; afterward in business as a
book-seller and news-agent. One of the founders, with Doctor Birkbeck, of the first
Mechanics' Institute, he was active in every movement for the instruction and moral
elevation, as well as the political and social enfranchisement, of the working classes.
For four years, 1831—4, he led the fight for a
free press,—fined, imprisoned, hunted as an
outlaw, but at last defeating the Government,
obtaining from a special jury the
verdict that his "Poor Man's Guardian,"
for which he and others had suffered, was a
strictly legal publication. How severe the
fight, may be known from the mere fact that
over five hundred persons, during those four
years, were imprisoned for selling the strictly
legal but too radical publications. These
prisoners and their families had all to be
supported by those who sympathized with
the movement, mostly working-men, some few
nobly exceptional men of station and influence giving generous help. Chief of these
last was Julian Hibbert, the chairman and
treasurer of the "Victim Fund," a man who,
dying sadly, asked that no record might
remain of him. "I ask only silence." Too
late now to dispute his wish. All that can be
said of him is that, a man of "family," some
means, high culture, and most generous
nature, he was the chief prop of Hetherington's great endeavour. Not unlike Shelley
his portrait shows him; what I have heard of his character continues the resemblance.
Obnoxious to the Government on account
of his determined resistance to the hinderances
of a free press, Hetherington was a marked
man also as a prominent Chartist. In the Convention he sat as delegate for London and for
Stockport. A fervid speaker, ready and clear,
humorous or sarcastic as occasion required,
often eloquent, he was very popular; yet he
was sufficiently master of himself to escape
prosecution in the day of arrests for "sedition." He had, perhaps, had his share of
punishment for the unstamped. Not quite, it was
thought by the Government, which in 1841
obtained a conviction against him for publishing (rather for selling in the ordinary
way of business, he not being the publisher) certain "Letters to the Clergy." He defended himself, and so eloquently as to call forth a warm
eulogy from Chief Justice Denman; and,
technically guilty, escaped with four months'
imprisonment in a debtor's prison, the lightest
punishment on record for so heinous an offense. The champion of a free and untaxed
press is a proper title for Henry Hetherington. He died of
cholera, in 1849. Outside of comradeship, some evidence of his
worth may be found in the following resolution:
"We, the Directors of the Poor of the Parish of St.
Pancras, at present assembled, sincerely deplore the
loss of our much respected friend Mr. Henry Hetherington; and cannot allow the earliest opportunity to
pass without offering this poor tribute to his worth,
talent, energy, urbanity, and zeal. In him the poor,
and more especially the infant, have lost a powerful
advocate, the Directors a valuable coadjutor, the rate-payers an economical distributor of their funds, and
mankind a sincere philanthropist."—Passed unanimously at a
meeting of the Board of Directors, August
Close to Hetherington, their public life
coincident, their friendship "beyond the love
of women," was James Watson; he, too, a
working-man, some seven years younger than
his friend, born at Malton in Yorkshire, in
1799, his father a day-labourer of "the poorer class," who died when James was about a
year old. Like Lovett, he owed everything
in early life to his mother. At twelve years
of age apprenticed to a clergyman (no unusual
thing in those days) to learn field labour,
house-service, etc.; after that employed as
warehouseman at Leeds; then book-seller's shopman in London; store-keeper for a cooperative association; compositor and
publisher; he worked his steady way to independence, helped by a wife worthy of
was able in his declining years, in spite of prison hinderances and long devotion of his
energies to the public service, to enjoy some
years of well-earned ease before his death, in 1874. Of him, my very dear friend,—I knew
him intimately for nearly forty years,—how
shall I speak impartially? I can but describe
him as I knew him. A man of the old Puritan type, such a man (though neither poet nor
statesman) as Milton or Vane would have
held dear. A man most single-hearted, profoundly religious (certainly of no denomination), simple, clear-thoughted, earnest, trusty,
and inflexible. Not to be daunted (he endured three long imprisonments for selling
publications—now freely sold— disapproved of by the then Government), not to be enticed
by pleasure. A plain, self-taught, good man,
with all the virtues of his class—the honest
working class of which England is justly
proud, and besides that the indomitable spirit
of a Wickliffe, and such gentleness withal
as that of him whom Shelley characterized as
"gentlest of the wise"—Leigh Hunt. Happily married, though with no family, yet fond
of children, and loved by every child that
came near him; a man of kindliest affections,
but severe in his self-devotion to the good of
his fellows and of humanity, his exertions as a
publisher and active politician, public speaker
and teacher, given freely, and his example
consecrated to the bettering of mankind, of
his own class to begin with. A close thinker,
very thoughtful, yet practical, prudent and
sure in action, wise in council, of unblamable
life, austere in himself, and if severely just yet
never cruel in his judgments, severe only
because, though he might pity the evil-doer,
he could have no sympathy with evil. Habitually grave, for life was serious, and suffering rife around him, yet sedate and cheerful.
A man of the Cromwell period, a gentler Ironside. A man whom all who had to do with
esteemed and trusted, whom all who knew
loved. Perfectly healthy-souled, whole! I
call him a working-man, for I have always
looked upon him as such, though in most of
his life a tradesman, a book-seller. But his
business was for daily bread, not profit—his
only means of livelihood at last, and at first
chosen with a view to supply his fellow workmen with political and social information else
beyond their reach. If the sale of a book
supplied his current wants, the modest fare
and surroundings of a decent mechanic, he
was content. If profit came, it went to bring
out some new work which might be of advantage to his class. His first capital came
from Julian Hibbert, who had nursed him
through a severe sickness, who saw what the man was, and who in his will left him four
hundred and fifty guineas, in token of his
esteem and friendship. His first publications
were set up by himself, and with his own
hands printed on a press—the gift, with the types, of Julian Hibbert.
He published nothing
merely for profit. His shop was his church. It was only by dint of constant economy and
self-denial that he saved enough to provide a
small annuity for his old age, with after provision for his wife. In his later years of
comparative retirement, still interested, if not so
active as before, in political matters, his lodging (two rooms only) was in the
of the Crystal Palace, in order that he might
almost daily study the works of art and manufacture there exhibited, and enjoy the music.
Looking back upon his life, knowing of it
from its beginning to its close, I find it flawless. I cannot detect a single stain upon the
record of threescore and fifteen years.
Not unworthy to be also his friend was
Richard Moore, by profession a carver, not
without talent to have commanded wealth,
had he cared for wealth as he cared for the
public service. His name is not prominent in
histories, yet to him, with Hetherington and
Watson, more than to any other men, we are
indebted for a free press in England. What labour was involved in that, even after Hetherington's defeat of the Government and the
consequent reduction of the tax on newspapers from fourpence to one penny each, may
be learned from my stating that the committee appointed by the "People's Charter
Union" as the "Newspaper (penny) Stamp Abolition Committee" (afterward committee
of the "Association for Repeal of all the
Taxes on Knowledge," of which Moore was
unpaid permanent chairman, and C. Dobson Collet, another Chartist, unpaid secretary,
from its formation, in 1849, to the abolition
of the duty on paper, in 1861) had to meet
four hundred and seventy-three times. To
give other phases of his career would be but
to repeat the course of his comrades. In all that Hetherington, Lovett, and Watson did,
Moore stood beside them. For forty years
an active politician, without office or reward. No man had an ill word of him.
Chartist whose life was without stain, to be
duly honoured in coming republican days, when men shall proudly record
the earlier struggles of the people. He died in 1878, aged
sixty-eight. From one of several obituary notices, all of the same
character, I borrow the following:
"There was something singularly earnest, gentle, and chivalrous in his character. Few men have
enjoyed the confidence and friendship of leading politicians more than he.
Cobden, Milner Gibson, Mazzini,
and all the prominent English radicals and liberal
exiles, he could reckon among his friends. I do not
suppose that, for the better part of half a century, during which he has served the public, he ever received
the value of a day's wages. The purity of his life was
only equalled by his disinterestedness."
From my own personal knowledge I know this to be the truth.
With the other two framers of the People's Charter,
Vincent and Cleave, I had but slight acquaintance. Vincent, — originally, I
believe, a compositor, an enthusiastic and eloquent speaker, — on the failure of Chartism,
took to general lecturing; he was popular
and successful, and was heard also in this
country. Cleave, a book-seller (he had been
at sea in his youth), was active in the battle
of the unstamped as well as for the Charter.
Rude and bluff in manner, he had, says Lovett, who knew him better than I did,
warm and generous heart; always ready to
aid the good cause, and to lend a helping
hand to the extent of his means. He laboured
hard and made great sacrifices.
Not unremembered be John Frost, the
Newport linen-draper. He had been mayor
of Newport, too, so hardly of seditious tendencies. A man of mature age, over fifty,
when he led that mad attempt to take Vincent
out of prison. A respectable, worthy, well-esteemed, quiet man, with nothing to gain
but everything to lose by his insurgency, like
William Smith O'Brien, impelled solely by a
chivalrous sense of public duty. I care not if
it be called Quixotic. I would, indeed, there
were not so few of men so earnest. His followers—say rather those who chose him for
their leader—were hot-headed Welsh miners,
excited by braggart talk of probable outbreaks elsewhere. This "rebellion" put down
by a few soldiers, Frost and two companions,
Williams and Jones, were tried for high treason, convicted, of course, and, left for execution, would certainly have been hanged but for
the urgency of petitions in their favour and the
ill omen of the appearance of an executioner at
the young Queen's wedding; so the sentence
was commuted to transportation for life—to
any man of wholesome, decent habits, a punishment severer than death.
telling was the condition of our penal settlements in those days. After some years the
convict's sufferings were lightened, and, but a
few years ago, the remainder of his sentence
remitted, Frost returned from Australia to
die in England in 1877—hale, hearty-looking old man of ninety-three, unchanged in his
More heat was in impulsive Thomas Cooper, the poor
shoe-maker, who beguiled captivity by writing the "Purgatory of
Prison Rhyme," in ten books, which, with
part of an historical romance, a series of simple tales, and a small Hebrew guide, were the
fruits of two years and eleven weeks' confinement in Stafford Gaol.
The author speaks of
himself as one "who bent over the last and
wielded the awl till three-and-twenty, — struggling amidst weak health and deprivation
to acquire a knowledge of languages, — and
whose experience in after life was at first limited to the humble sphere of a school-master,
and never enlarged beyond that of a laborious
worker on a newspaper." His imprisonment
was for "seditious conspiracy "—a speech
made by him to some colliers on strike having been followed, without his purpose or his
knowledge, by riot. He stood two trials—first for taking part in the riot, when he proved
an alibi; the second for conspiring to produce the riot, for which, after a ten days' trial, he
pleading for himself, he was convicted. To return to his poem. Noteworthy on account
of the circumstances under which it was produced, it also deserves credit for
itself: a poem
well conceived, wrought out with no ordinary amount of power, and not wanting in poetic imagination. A few lines may suffice to show its form,—lines of which
Ebenezer Elliott, the
"Corn-law Rhymer," would not have been ashamed. The opening of the third
"Hail, glorious Sun!
Great exorcist, that bringest up the train
Of childhood's joyance and youth's dazzling dreams
From the heart's sepulchre, until again
I live in ecstasy 'mid woods and streams
And golden flowers that laugh while kiss'd by thy
"Ay! once more, mirror'd in the silver Trent,
Thy noontide majesty I think I view,
With boyish wonder; or, till drowsed and spent
With eagerness, peer up the vaulted blue
With shaded eyes, watching the lark pursue
Her dizzy flight; then on a fragrant bed
Of meadow sweets, still sprent with morning dew,
Dream how the heavenly chambers overhead
With steps of grace and joy the holy angels tread.
Hasty as Cooper was, a man of warm feelings and some sensitiveness of temper, he was as
kind-hearted as hasty, a "wild beast" whose soul was full of good-will toward men, guileless as a child, and with all a poet's love of the simple loveliness of nature. He was a man, too, of good sense and
thought; his "Letters to Young Men," written in such English as Cobbett wrote, are of the same solid stuff.
He was also an eloquent speaker. I believe he is now a preacher of some dissenting persuasion.
I do not recollect if he was a Chartist before he was graduated at
Stafford; but I know he was heartily and actively with us after he came thence.
I was well acquainted with and much esteemed him.
Some words I must spare for Thomas Powell, whom I knew when he was a shop-man with his friend
Hetherington. He, a fiery little Welshman, had more of the rebel in him, albeit a sensible man, clever and wary—a man who might have led an insurrection.
He had twelve months in prison, not for inciting, but for seditious staying of action—so
proving that he had influence beyond that of the mere inciter. What quality he had, how
trusted and trustworthy he was, one little anecdote will show. When Hetherington was indicted for selling Haslam's
"Letters to the Clergy," he made up his mind to suffer imprisonment rather than pay a fine.
He had been mulcted enough in former days, and this time "they should take it out of his bones."
A friend (Chartist also, Hugh Williams, a Carmarthen lawyer, Cobden's brother-in-law) lent him a sum sufficient to purchase his whole property, books, presses, household stuff, etc.
This handed to Powell, the property valued by a
broker to make the sale legal, Powell bought
all, paying the ready money for it. Hetherington returned his friend's loan, and coming
out of prison (he was not fined) received back
his own from Powell. There were no vouchers or receipts passed to vitiate the transaction.
So these Chartists trusted one another. A restless, not an irritable man, on the
failure of Chartism, Powell took a party of emigrants to South America.
That enterprise also
failed. He died soon after, in Trinidad.
The men I have spoken of are hardly to
be dismissed as rioters, nor will mere personal
discontent appear to be the motor of their
lives. I have said the rioting with which
Chartists are credited by history was not
extensive, however the number of Government prosecutions may appear to contradict
me. I note that all of these, my friends and
fellow-workers, except young Harding and
Moore, were what a liberal Home Secretary
would classify as convicts: convicted of offenses against existing powers, punished
with imprisonment, not for crime, but, as good
old Lamennais has it in his "Words of a
Believer," for having wished to serve their
fellows. The Chartist convict list (how much
of it of the same character?) was indeed a
lengthy one, deductions made for matters
which had no concern with Chartism. One
Vernon, of whom I recall nothing but his
sentence, had eighteen months of jail. James Bronterre O'Brien, an Irishman, one of
the most able among us, some while editor of
Hetherington's "Poor Man's Guardian," had
eighteen months. Sharpe, Williams, and Holberry died in prison. Cuffey, Ellis, Lacy,
Dowling, Fay, and Mullins were transported.
I know not if any of them ever returned.
Ernest Jones, a later Chartist,—a man of what
is called good family, a barrister, and with
some poetical talent,—had two years, with exceptionally harsh treatment. Feargus O'Connor (an honester but less capable O'Connell),
whose demagogic egotism did more than
anything else to discredit, mislead, and ruin
the cause, proved his sincerity by twelve
months in York Castle. And my friend
George Julian Harney (resident in the
United States for the last seventeen years,
the only survivor of the fifty-three members
of the Chartist Convention of 1839), three
times imprisoned for selling unstamped newspapers, had his share of numerous occasional
arrests. Fifty-seven men were at one time
on trial together, the majority defending
themselves, Harney leading, and O'Connor closing the defence. Arrests, convictions,
punishments were plentiful enough. Proving what? For sample of what might constitute offense: four
labouring men in Lancashire, in
1831, sentenced to twelve months' imprisonment for unlawfully assembling on a Sunday.
But I am not writing a history of Chartism.
I am speaking here of Chartists. Convicts
as they were (so were Eliot, Vane, Sidney,
and one Russell), may we not also call them
martyrs, sufferers for a righteous cause?
Few words may sum up the history: Mistakes, discouragement, dissensions, confusion,
desertions, apathy, and despair. Is it not the
story of almost all popular, of all first, attempts?
Matters not to blame the blundering bluster
of O'Connor, to condemn the impolicy of
accepting recruits from among the trading
politicians who join but to betray. Two things insured our failure: we were not equal to our
task, and also we were before our time. Note
yet a third: there was no organization toward
action. Our work was a protest; we had no
plan beyond that. Others will learn wisdom from our failings; and the time will grow.
I have picked my men for praise—the
best I knew, the leaders of the earlier movement, most of them members of the
London associations. Other good men I could
name, if not many of that stamp or height of
worthiness, both in London and in the provinces. I have not taken these as exceptions.
All the rest were not "wild beasts." One million two hundred and eighty-three thousand
persons signed the first Chartist petition,
presented to the House of Commons on the 4th of June, 1839. Surely good and bad
were in that number. But though there were
no record of personal worth, this would be
no less true: That since the days when
the chief of English gentlemen endeavoured to
found a religious commonwealth, failing not
from lack of earnestness, bravery, or wisest
counsel, but because they, too, were before
their time, and because they would build upon
an impossible foundation,—the letter of an
obsolete law,—no nobler or more righteous
thought has stirred the soul of Britain than stirred it in this misunderstood attempt of
working-men to raise the character of British
life by lifting law and life to the ground of
natural right,—the only basis of a nation. Pale as that star of Chartism showed in the
horizon, lingeringly as the clouds yet obscuring it may pass away, I yet dare to think
that it heralded the morning of the Republic.
I am glad to be able to give portraits of Hetherington and Watson (though Hetherington's is from a poor
drawing, not doing him justice) as they were in the most active period of their lives.
The other portraits are all from
photographs taken at an advanced age, but may show how time can render even
venerable-looking and humanize the traits of the most unsatisfactory of "wild beasts."
Cooper writes to the friend who obtained
for me his portrait: "I am in my seventy-seventh year. I enclose you a photograph taken only a month ago,
so Linton will have the latest likeness." Frost's photograph was taken on his return to England, after the
remission of his convict sentence.
At Ayr, in Scotland, public subscription has placed a statue
to the memory of one of these "convicts,"
Doctor John Taylor (born at Newark-castle, Ayrshire, 1805, died in 1842), delegate from Paisley to the Chartist
Convention of 1839. I did not know him personally, but the inscription underneath the statue, from those
who did know him, may be sufficient attestation of his worth. The legend runs
thus: "In commemoration
of his virtues as a man and his services as a reformer. Professionally, he was alike the poor man's generous
friend and physician; politically, he was the eloquent and unflinching advocate of the people's
cause, freely sacrificing health, means, social status, and even personal
liberty, to the advancement of measures then considered extreme, but now
acknowledged to be essential to the well-being of the state."
Watson, also, over the grave at Norwood, has his memorial stone
— a plain granite obelisk, with the following words: "James Watson,
1874; erected by a few friends, as a token of regard for his integrity of
character and his brave efforts to secure the right of free speech and a
free and unstamped press."
Convicted of patriotism!