Christopher Crayon's Recollections: The Life and Times of the late James Ewing Ritchie as told by himself — John Shaqi
Christopher Crayon's Recollections: The Life and Times of the late James Ewing Ritchie as told by himselfRitchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing)
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Christopher Crayon's Recollections: The Life and Times of the late James Ewing Ritchie as told by himself
Ritchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing)
Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; Ritchie, J. Ewing (James Ewing), 1820-1898
In politics bribery and corruption and drunkenness everywhere prevailed.
It was impossible to fight an election with clean hands. In 1837 there
was an election at Norwich; the late Right Hon. W. E. Forster has left us
a good account of it. “Went to the nomination of city candidates this
morning. The nomination was at eight. Went in with the mob into the
lower court. Great rush when the door was opened. When the Crier
demanded attention for the reading of the Act against bribery and
corruption, he burst out laughing at the end, in which he was followed by
the Sheriff, candidates and almost everybody else.” The show of hands
was, as was generally the case, in favour of the Liberal. But on the
next day—that of the poll—the Tories were declared to have the majority.
All round the polling booths the rioting was great, as men were brought
up in batches to vote—each party struggling to prevent their being done
by the other, and a good deal of fighting ensued. Mr. Forster
writes:—“About nine I sallied forth to take observations. At the
Magdalen Ward booth I saw some dreadful cases of voting by drunken
people, both Whig and Tory—one in which the man could hardly speak, and
there were two men roaring Smith and Nurse (the names of the Whig
candidates) in his ears. I went to see all the polling places in the
course of time. About three I saw some furious bludgeon-fighting in
Palace Plain, the police taking bludgeons from some Tory hired
countrymen. The Mayor and Sheriff were there. One of the police was
badly wounded by a bludgeon. The soldiers were sent for, and then the
Mayor, thinking he could do without them, sent George Everett, the
Sheriff’s son, a boy, and myself to stop them. We very soon met them in
the road leading from the Plain to the barracks trotting forward with
their swords drawn. We held up our hands and partially stopped them, but
the Mayor altered his mind and they came on. The policemen had got the
better, but the soldiers soon cleared the place.”
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