Correspondence of The Tribune
I take the first interval of rest and stillness to be filled up by some lines for The Tribune. Only three weeks have passed since leaving New-York, but I have already had nine days of wonder in England, and, having learned a good eal, suppose I may have something to tell.
Long before receiving this, you know that we were fortunate in the shortest voyage ever made across the Atlantic—only ten days and sixteen hours from Boston to Liverpool. The weather and all circumstances were propitious; and, if some of us were weak of head enough to suffer from the small and jar of the machinery, or other ills by which the Sea is wont to avenge itself on the arrogance of its vanquishers, we found no[illegible]y. The stewardess observed that she thought “any one tempted God Almighty who complained on a voyage where they did not even have to put guards to the dishes!”
As many contradictory counsels were given us with regard to going in one of the steamers in preference to a sailing vessel, I will mention here, for the benefit of those who have not yet tried one, that he must be fastidious indeed who could complain of the Cambria. The advantage of a quick passage and certainty as to the time of arrival, would, with us, have outweighed many ills; but, apart from this, we found more space than we expected and as much as we needed for a very tolerable degree of convenience in our sleeping-rooms, better ventilation than Americans in general can be persuaded to accept, general cleanliness and good attendance. In the evening, when the wind was favorable, and the sails set so that the vessel looked like a great winged creature darting across the apparently measureless expanse, the effect was very grand, but ah! for such a spectacle one pays too dear; I far prefer looking out upon “the blue and foaming sea” from a firm green shore.
Our ship’s company numbered several pleasant members, and that desire prevailed in each to contribute to the satisfaction of all, which, if carried out through the voyage of life, would make this earth as happy as it is a lovely abode. At Halifax we took in the Governor of Nova Scotia, returning from his very unpopular administration. His lady was with him, a daughter of William IV, and the celebrated Mrs. Jordan. The English on board, and the Americans, following their lead, as usual, seemed to attach much more importance to her left-handed alliance with one of the dullest families that ever sat upon a throne (and that is a bold word, too;) none to her descent from one whom Nature had endowed with her most splendid regalia, genius that fascinated the attention of all kinds and classes of men, grace and winning qualities that no heart could resist. Was the cestus buried with her, that no sense of its preeminent value lingered, as far as I could perceive, in the thoughts of any except myself?
We had foretaste of the delights of living under an aristocratical Government at the Custom-House, where our baggage was detained, and was waiting for it weary hours, because of the preference given to the mass of household stuff carried back by this same Lord and Lady Falkland.
Capt. Judkins of the Cambria, an able and prompt Commander, was the one who insisted upon Douglass being admitted to equal rights upon his deck with the insolent slaveholders, and assumed a tone toward their assumptions, which, if the Northern States had had the firmness, good sense and honor to use would have had the same effect, and put our country in a very different position from that she occupies at present. He mentioned with pride that he understood the New-York Herald called him ‘the Nigger Captain,’ and seemed as willing to accept the distinction as Colonel McKenney is to wear as his last title that of ‘the Indian’s friend.’
At the first sight of the famous Liverpool Docks, extending miles on each side of our landing, we felt ourselves in a slower, solider, and not on that account loss truly active state of things than at home. That impression is confirmed. There is not as we travel that rushing, tearing and swearing, that snatching of the baggage, that prodigality of shoe-leather and lungs that attend the course of the traveler in the United States; but we do not lose our “goods,” we do not miss our car. The dinner if ordered in time, is cooked properly and served punctually, and at the end of the day, more that is permanent seems to have come of it than on the full-drive system. But more of that and with a better grace at a later day.
The day after our arrival we went to Manchester. There we went over the magnificent warehouse of —— Phillips, in itself a Bazaar enough to furnish provision for all the wants and fancies of thousands. In the evening we went to the Mechanics’ Institute and saw the boys and young men in their classes. I have since visited the Mechanics’ Institute at Liverpool, where more than seventeen hundred pupils are received, and with more thorough educational arrangements; but the excellent spirit, the desire for growth in wisdom and enlightened benevolence is the same in both. For a very small fee the mechanic, clerk or apprentice, and the women of their families can receive various goods and well-arranged instruction, not only in common branches of an English Education, but in mathematics, composition, the French and German languages, the practice and theory of the Fine Arts, and they are ardent in availing themselves of instruction in the higher branches. I found large classes, not only in architectural drawing, which may be supposed to be followed with a view to professional subjects, but landscape also, and as large in German as in French. They can attend many good lectures and concerts without additional charge, for a due place is here assigned to Music as to its influence on the whole mind. The large and well-furnished libraries are in constant requisition, and the books in most constant demand are not those of amusement, but of a solid and permanent interest and value. Only for the last year in Manchester and for two in Liverpool, have these advantages been extended to girls; but now that part of the subject is looked upon as it ought to be, and begins to be treated more and more as it must and will be wherever true civilization is making its way. One of the handsomest houses in Liverpool has been purchased for the girls’ school, and room and good arrangement been afforded for their work and their play. Among other things they are taught, as they ought to be in all American schools, to cut out and make dresses.
I had the pleasure of seeing quotations made from out Boston “Dial” in the address in which the Director of the Liverpool Institute, a very benevolent and intelligent man, explained to his disciples and others its objects, and which concludes thus:
But this subject of self-improvement is inexhaustible. If traced to its results in action, it is, in fact, “The Whole Duty of Man.” Here, however, we must stop. Much remains, of which there may be an opportunity to speak hereafter. Meantime, I have sought to impress one great principle, rather than to dwell on minor points, however useful:—a principle which, to us in our relations here, is unspeakably important, identifying, as it does, intellectual improvement with moral obligation and moral progress. What farther of detail it involves and implies, I know that you will, each and all, think out for yourselves. Beautifully has it been said—“Is not the difference between spiritual and material things just this; that in the one case we must watch details, in the other, keep alive the high resolve, and the details will take care of themselves? Keep the sacred central fire burning, and throughout the system, in each of its acts, will be warmth and glow enough.”*
To sum up in a few words what I wish now to say, If you seek the power of speech and thought, (and they reciprocally aid each other) let the service of your fellows ever be in view; and in this service be not too curious to inquire whether, how, and when, your own happiness will be the result; be prepared even for unhappiness; in this world both are but means; if prosperity renders benevolence more beneficent, adversity renders it more sympathetic; if joy is the sunshine which makes your purposes of good bear the richest fruit, sorrow is a wind that will their strength, and strike their roots deeper into the heart. All outward fortune will thus contribute variously, but not unequally to your moral welfare.
For myself, if I be asked what my purpose is in relation to you, I would briefly reply: it is that I may help, be it ever so feebly, to train up a race of young men, who shall escape vice by rising above it; who shall love truth because it is truth, not because it brings them wealth or honor; who shall regard life as a solemn thing, involving too weighty responsibilities to be wasted in idle or frivolous pursuits; who shall recognize in their daily labors not merely a tribute to the “hard necessity of daily bread,” but a field for the development of their better nature by the discharge of duty; who shall judge in all things for themselves, bowing the knee to no sectarian or party watchwords of any kind; and who, while they think for themselves, shall feel for others, and regard their talents, their attainments, their opportunities, their possessions, as blessings held in trust for the good of their fellow-men. It may seem vain to aim at so high things with so humble means; but we must work with such means and such powers as we have; it is for us to seek what is right, it is for another to fix the measure of success which shall attend our search.
I found that The Dial had been read with earnest interest by some of the best minds in these especially practical regions, that it had been welcomed as a representative of some sincere and honorable life in America and thought the fittest to be quoted under this motto:
Among other signs of the times we bought Bradshaw’s Railway Guide, and opening it found extracts from the writings of our countrymen Elihu Burritt and Charles Sumner, on the subject of Peace, occupying a leading place in the “Collect” for the month of this little hand-book, more likely, in an era like ours, to influence the conduct of the day than would an illuminated breviary. Now that peace is secured for the present between our two countries, the spirit is not forgotten that quelled the storm. Greeted on every side with expressions of feeling about the blessings of peace, the madness and wickedness of War, that would be deemed romantic in our darker land. I have answered to the speakers, “But you are mightily pleased, and illuminate for your victories in China and Ireland, do you not?” and they, unprovoked by the taunt, would mildly reply, “We do not, but it is too true that a large part of the nation fail to bring home the true nature and bearing of those events, and apply principle to conduct with as much justice as they do in the case of a nation nearer to them by kindred and position. But we are sure that feeling is growing purer on the subject day by day, and that there will soon be a large majority against war on any occasion or for any object.”
I heard a most interesting letter read from a tradesman in one of the country towns, whose daughters are self-elected instructors of the people in the way of cutting out from books and pamphlets fragments on the great subjects of the day, which they send about in packages, or paste on walls and doors. He said that one such passage pasted on a door, he had seen read with eager interest by hundreds to whom such thoughts were, probably, quite new, and with some of whom it could scarcely fail to be as a little seed of a large harvest. Another good omen I found in written tracts by Joseph Barker, a workingman of the town of Wortley, published through his own printing-press. I have one of these before me, “On the blessings of Free Trade,” whose opening passage conveys in brief and simple fashion the kind of instruction most needed by America.
Respected Chairman, my Friends.—All I ask is that you will hear me with patience. I acknowledge that on various religious questions my opinions are different from those of most professors of religion; but I cannot consider myself as blamable on that account. My desire is in all things to know what is true and to reduce it to practice in my life. All I care for is to know what is right and do it. It is true I judge for myself what is right; but I leave others at liberty to do the same. I differ from others, but I allow others to differ from me; and there is not one of you but what differs as widely from me, as I differ from you; why then should we not bear with one another? Why cannot we each enjoy our liberty with thankfulness, and leave the rest to God. I am accountable to God for both my opinions and practice, and that is enough. If I do wrong, God will punish me, and you have no need to wish to help him; and if I do right He will reward me, and you cannot hinder Him. And you also are accountable to God, and should rather be carefully preparing for your own reckoning, than judging whether others are prepared or not. If we can mend each other’s religious opinions, let us do so at the proper time; but don’t let us hate or persecute each other. Let us teach each other in gentleness and love, and then leave each other in the hands of God. To our own master we stand or fall.
I meet you at present as friends of liberty, as persons who rejoice in the freedom and the welfare of mankind. We meet to express our joy and thankfulness for that measure of freedom in trade which has been lately granted to us. I stand forth to declare the joy and thankfulness of my own soul, and to state my reasons for them. I stand forth to express my hopes and wishes, and to show how they may be realized. * * * *
This is not mere talk, noise and bluster, it is the echo of a mighty voice from the very heart of the nation. Like the simple close of Sir R. Peel’s speech on resigning the office of Premier, to retire to higher honors, it has that highest eloquence of a plain and adequate sense of great facts. We will not deny ourselves the pleasure of adding the working man’s tribute to the statesman who has acted in the spirit of truth, of honor, of the genuine religion of manhood, for a purpose which shall bear its harvest where no golden corn-field waves.
“I must add a few words about Sir Robert Peel. I know but little of his former life, and I shall therefore say nothing about it. But his conduct of late has been such as to incline me to believe that he has long been a lover of liberty and peace, of knowledge and righteousness, a well-wisher to the people of this empire, and to mankind at large. He has had his fears no doubt, as all reformers have; he has been afraid of offending his party, and of losing his friends; he has been afraid of losing his influence, and lessening his power to do good; yet still, in my judgment, he has leaned to the side of freedom and equity, and longed for the welfare of the people. I do not at all agree with those who give him credit for nothing but a selfish policy and superior tact and talent in what he has done; I believe him to be a truly well-meaning man, and to have been influenced by an earnest desire to promote the welfare of his countrymen and the welfare of the world. His conduct for some time past has been truly noble and admirable.—The way in which he removed the pressure of taxation from the poor to the rich; the manner in which he conducted himself in reference to the Oregon dispute; the eagerness, the anxiety, the resolution, the straight-forwardness, the great patience and perseverance with which he toiled and pleaded for Free Trade; the manly, the Christian fortitude with which he braved reproach and persecution; the sacrifices which he made for its sake; the firmness and calmness with which he endured the cruel and disgraceful taunts and insults of his enemies, deserve the highest praise. They have affected me very much. I never felt such a respect for a Statesman before in all my life. It is impossible that he should be a hypocrite. I should as readily think of questioning the sincerity, the integrity of the Apostle Paul as of Sir Robert Peel. If the conduct of Sir Robert Peel for a length of time past does not prove him to be a good, an upright man; a lover of truth and righteousness; a friend to peace and freedom; a real well-wisher to the improvement and the welfare of his country and his kind, then a tree can no longer be known by its fruits; then a fountain can no longer be known by its streams. For myself I look on Sir Robert Peel as one of the greatest and best-deserving men of our times. There is not a Statesman on earth in whom I have greater confidence. I believe him to be a sterling, Christian man, and I hope that the insults and persecutions with which he has met, and with which he may continue to meet, will only perfect his character, and prepare him for still greater usefulness in days to come.
No doubt Sir Robert has his weakness, his failings, but so have the best of men. He has allowed himself to be influenced at times by his fears; but so have all reformers, from the days of Abraham to the present hour. He has hoped to gain by policy what could only be gained by self-sacrifice; but all good men have indulged such hopes. He has delayed good measures in hopes of winning over his party by time and the force of truth; but the bravest reformers that ever lived have done the same. I do not believe him to be perfect; much less do I believe him to have always been so; but I still regard him as a great, good man, a friend as well as a benefactor to his race.
There are many other things in the history of Sir R. Peel very much to his credit, besides those to which I have alluded, but I cannot even refer to them at present.
But what of his conduct toward O’Connell? I answer: it is only fair to suppose that as he was one of a party who were not all as noble or as enlightened as himself, he might consent to certain measures which he did not quite approve. I cannot myself but construe his motives charitably. I like to illumine the darker portions of his life by the brighter, and not to obscure the brighter portions by the darker or the doubtful. In short, I have a right good, comfortable opinion of Sir R. Peel, and I am glad I have. I offer him my hearty thanks for his efforts in the cause of freedom and human happiness; I congratulate him on his great and glorious triumph; and I pray most heartily that God may spare his life, and favor him richly with the choicest of his blessings, and make him a still greater benefactor to his kind.
As for Cobden and his fellow-laborers, there is no need that I should dwell upon their merits. Almost every one praises them. Sir Robert Peel has made the greatest sacrifices, and has been the greatest sufferer; I therefore sympathize the most with him.” * * * * * * *
How great, how imperious the need of such men, of such deeds, we felt more than ever, while compelled to turn a deaf ear to the squalid and shameless beggars of Liverpool, or talking by night in the streets of Manchester to the girls from the Mills, who were strolling bare-headed, with coarse, rude and reckless air through the streets, seeing through the windows of its gin-palaces the women seated drinking, too dull to carouse. The homes of England! their sweetness is melting into fable only the new Spirit in its holiest power can restore to those homes their boasted security of “each man’s castle,” for Woman, the warder, is driven into the street, and has let fall the keys in her sad plight. Yet, darkest hour of night is nearest dawn, and there seems reason to believe that
Blest be those who aid—who doubt not that
Make the impulse stronger;
‘Twill be strong enough one day.”
Other things we saw in Liverpool—the Royal Institute, with the statue of Roscoe by Chartney, and in its collection from the works of the early Italian artists and otherwise, bearing traces of that liberality and culture by which the man, happy enough to possess them, and, at the same time engaged with his fellow-citizens in practical life, can do so much more to enlighten and form them than Prince or Noble possibly can with far larger pecuniary means. We saw the statue of Huskisson in the Cemetery. It is fine as a Portrait Statue, but as a work of Art wants firmness and grandeur. I say it is fine as a portrait statue, though we were told it is not like the original; but it is a fine conception of an individuality which might exist, if it does not yet. It is by Gibson, who received his early education in Liverpool. I saw there, too, the body of an infant borne to the grave by women; for it is a beautiful custom here that those who have fulfilled all other tender offices to the little being, should hold it to the same relation to the very last.
From Liverpool we went to Chester, one of the oldest cities in England, a Roman station, Cestrea then, and abode of the “Twentieth Legion,” “the Victorious.” Tiles bearing this inscription, heads of Jupiter, other marks of their occupation have not long ago, been detected beneath the sod. The town also bears the marks of Welsh invasion and domestic struggles. The shape of a cross in which it is laid out, its walls and towers, its four arched gateways, its ramparts and ruined towers, mantled with ivy, its old houses with biblical inscriptions, its cathedrals—in one of which tall trees have grown up amid the arches, a fresh garden plot with flowers, bright green and red, has taken place of the altar and a crowd of reveling swallows supplanted the sallow choirs of a former priesthood—present a tout-ensemble highly romantic in itself and charming, indeed, to trans-Atlantic eyes. Yet not to all eyes would it have had charms, for one American traveler, our companion on the voyage, gravely assured us that we should find the “castles and that sort of thing all humbug,” and that if we wished to enjoy them it would “be best to sit at home and read some handsome work on the subject.”
At the hotel in Liverpool and that in Manchester I had found I had no bath, and asking for one at Chester, the chambermaid said with earnest good will, that “they had none, but she thought she could get me a note from her master to the Infirmary ! ! if I would go there.” Luckily I did not generalize quite as rapidly as travelers in America usually do, and put in the note book—“Mem: None but the sick ever bathe in England;” for in the next establishment we tried, I found the plentiful provision for a clean and healthy day, which I had read would be met every where in this country.
All else I must defer to my next, as the mail is soon to close. *
“Letters from England.” New-York Daily Tribune, 24 September 1846, p. 2.