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CHAP. XVI
SPENCER PERCEVAL
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INTRODUCTION
PREFACE
CONTENTS
CHAP. I
SHELLEY
CHAP. II
JOHN KEATS
THOMAS CAMPBELL
CHAP. III
GEORGE DOUGLAS
CHAP. IV
WILLIAM STEWART ROSE
CHAP. V
SAMUEL ROGERS
SAMUEL COLERIDGE
CHAP. VI
HARTLEY COLERIDGE
CHAP. VII
THOMAS MOORE
WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES
CHAP. VIII
THOMAS DE QUINCEY
JAMES MATHIAS
CHAP. IX
MISS MARTINEAU
WILLIAM GODWIN
CHAP. X
LEIGH HUNT
THOMAS HOOD
HORACE SMITH
CHAP. XI
SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH
MRS. JAMESON
JANE AND ANNA PORTER
CHAP. XII
TOM GENT
CHAP. XIII
VISCOUNT DILLON
SIR LUMLEY SKEFFINGTON
JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE
CHAP. XIV
LORD DUDLEY
LORD DOVER
CHAP. XV
SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE
WILLIAM BROCKEDON
CHAP. XVI
SIR ROBERT PEEL
‣ SPENCER PERCEVAL
CHAP. XVII
MOUNTSTUART ELPHINSTONE
MR. DAVIS
CHAP. XVIII
ELIJAH BARWELL IMPEY
CHAP. XIX
ALEXANDER I.
GEORGE CANNING
NAPOLEON
QUEEN HORTENSE
ROSSINI
CHAP. XX
COUNT PECCHIO
MAZZINI
COUNT NIEMCEWITZ
CHAP. XXI
CARDINAL RUFFO
CHAP. XXII
PRINCESS CAROLINE
BARONNE DE FEUCHÈRES
CHAP. XXIII
SIR SIDNEY SMITH
CHAP. XXIV
SIR GEORGE MURRAY
CHAP. XXV
VISCOUNT HARDINGE
CHAP. XXVI
REV. C. TOWNSEND
CHAP. XXVII
BEAU BRUMMELL
CHAP. XXVIII
AN ENGLISH MERCHANT
THE BRUNELS
APPENDIX
INDEX
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SPENCER PERCEVAL

Some scoffer said of this statesman, that he had missed his vocation; that in him a first-rate Methodist parson had been spoiled by being turned into a Prime Minister. Now here, as is usual with such sayings, there is more wit and point than truth. Mr. Perceval had nothing of the Methodist, nothing of the sectarian about him; he was a faithful, conscientious, devout member of our Church, regular in his attendance on its services, and pious without being in any way intolerant, sour, or fanatical. One Sunday morning, while he was Premier, he was going to church with his wife and children, at St. Margaret’s, Westminster; and as he was almost at the church door, a nobleman, with four smoking post-horses, drove up and told him that His Majesty wanted to see him on important business, immediately, or as soon as might be, at Windsor. “My lord,” said Perceval, “I must first perform my duty to
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my Heavenly Master; and that done, I will instantly attend on my earthly master.” He went calmly into the church and remained the whole time of the service, after which a light travelling carriage and four good horses swiftly wafted him to the King. This anecdote was told me, only the other day (August, 1856) by my very handsome, very amiable, but very eccentric friend,
John Thomas Perceval, the Minister’s second son, who had it from his sister’s governess, who went with the family to church. John himself was of the party, but he was too young to remember the incident. In many other ways, Whig jealousy, malice, and virulence, did, and occasionally continue to do, gross injustice to the character, courage, and abilities of this Minister. If not a statesman of the very first order, the sort of man that appears scarcely twice in a century, he could never be fairly ranked low down in that order. He had great business talents, he was wonderfully steady to his work, thoroughly honest in his motives, and firm and consistent in his principles. Even as a lawyer, as a House of Commons man, as an orator, a debater, and as a writer of State papers, he had far more ability than many of those who lampooned him. It is highly honourable to the memory of the late Sir Samuel Romilly that, in despite of his strong Whiggery, he did justice to the virtues and talents of Perceval, in several of his letters and diaries, and left upon record what ought by this time to have corrected the inadequate, unfair appreciation so generally entertained of the unfortunate Minister, who fell murdered while in the act of serving his King and country. In justice to Spencer Perceval it ought to be remembered that the times of his Premiership were times which presented tremendous difficulties, not the least of them being the transfer of the Royal authority and prerogative from the poor, blind, mad old King, to his son, the Regent. Mr. Perceval manfully stood by our great Commander
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when the Whigs were for recalling him, if not for bringing him before a Council of War, to ruin and disgrace; Mr. Perceval liberally fed the war in the Peninsula, and Mr. Perceval conferred an inestimable benefit on the Army, by having the moral courage, in 1811, to restore the Duke of York to the Horse Guards, in spite of Whig and vulgar clamour, and the scandals brought forth, in 1808, by
Mary Anne Clarke and her cher ami, Colonel Wardle. Old Sir David Dundas, a mere martinet and a very incompetent man, had succeeded, during the short time he had been Commander-in-Chief, in disgusting or in indisposing the whole Army. Under his sleepy, dreary regimen, not a single thing had been done well at the Horse Guards, or across the way in the War Office. The Duke of York instantly put a new life into those departments, and into the whole Service.

I have said elsewhere, in a work which has long been before the world, and which is now being reproduced, with my name unfairly taken out of the title-page, “the public character of Perceval was much underrated, and his private character little understood.” As a Minister, he showed courage when courage was most wanted, and when timidity and hesitation must have brought on the most ruinous and degrading consequences. His private character seems to have been not only without a blemish, but rich in some of the high and generous virtues; and, with qualities like these, his public character could not possibly be, as faction represented it, unmanly, vile, treacherous, and every way base. His disinterestedness seemed to be proved by the poverty in which he died.

“As a private man,” says Romilly, “I had a very great regard for Perceval. We went the same circuit together, and for many years I lived with him in a very delightful intimacy. No man could be more generous, more friendly, or more kind than he
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was. No man in private life had ever a nicer sense of honour. Never was there, I believe, a more affectionate husband, or a more tender parent.”

Wilberforce said of him: “Perceval had the sweetest of all possible tempers, and was one of the most conscientious men I ever knew; the most instinctively obedient to the dictates of conscience, the least disposed to give pain to others, the most charitable and truly kind and generous creature I ever knew.”

Mrs. Perceval was quite worthy of her husband; she was a most benevolent, tender-hearted, charitable person, an exemplary woman in all essentials and in every respect. I know a good deal of her from having lived nearly a twelvemonth on Blackheath, near to the family residence, and from my mother having rather frequently been the medium of her bounty to the sick and needy. There must be yet living in that neighbourhood many an elderly person to whom the name of Perceval ought to be dear.

Sir James Mackintosh, who had just returned from India, received a very friendly communication from Mr. Perceval the very day on which he was shot. Had the pistol missed fire, or had Bellingham missed his aim, Sir James would soon have been properly provided for. I have elsewhere shown how scurvily he was treated by his friends the Whigs. I shall never forget the mild May afternoon on which the murder was committed.* I was walking towards the Houses of Parliament, to look with boyish curiosity at the Peers and Members, when, in passing the Horse Guards, I saw two military-looking men walking and smoking in the open street. This was the very first time I had seen such a thing done by gentlemen, and almost the first time I had ever seen cigars. In my young days only old gentlemen smoked, and they made use of clay tobacco-pipes. Before I reached the lower end of Parliament Street

* 11th May, 1812.

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I saw people running at full speed towards the old House of Commons, and I met an excited crowd, and heard many voices saying the Prime Minister had just been shot in the Lobby. The cigar-smoking in the street and the horrible murder have ever since been connected and linked together in my mind. When I think of those cigars I think of Mr. Perceval, and when I think of him, I think of those cigars. My old Scottish acquaintance,
William Jerdan, originator and very many years editor of the Literary Gazette, was at this period employed as parliamentary reporter for a newspaper; he was in the Lobby when Bellingham passed him, and discharged the pistol, and he was the first to rush to the aid of the unfortunate Minister. I think he relates that he collared the assassin, and forced the pistol from him. Mr. Croker has convicted Miss Martineau and other writers of the Liberal school of downright falsehood in stating that a multitude yelled and exulted at the funeral of poor Lord Londonderry. I am afraid that I cannot controvert what Sir Samuel Romilly states in his diary respecting the death of Perceval. He says that among the multitude which rapidly collected in the streets, and about the avenues of the House, the most savage expressions of joy and exultation were heard. I can only say that they were not heard by me. I must, however, add that the person in whose charge I was grew alarmed at the crowd and rush, and soon took me away from the spot. Romilly says that he was induced to think that the English character must have undergone some unaccountable and portentous change. As I have stated elsewhere, I cannot believe that the national character was much committed. The savage cries, if really raised, must have proceeded from the very rabble of Westminster and Tothill Fields. I remember well walking through the populous streets and suburbs of the capital on that afternoon, and seeing the mixed feelings of indignation, horror,
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and pity, expressed on almost every countenance. There may possibly have been among the rabble some few individuals above the common condition, or not of the very lowest classes, but these must have had their hearts turned and set on fire by rabid Whigs and Parliament reformers, by demagogues and haranguers, and by scurrilous party newspapers, such as the
Independent Whig, which, if addressed to a more excitable and more sanguinary people than the English, might have induced some men not merely to applaud the deed, when it was done, but to have themselves undertaken the assassination of the Minister, as a foe of the people, a traitor to his country, and as the meanest and most hypocritical slave that had ever served an immoral, depraved, and tyrannical Prince.

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