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It was so throughout the carefully worded address. His allusion to the
taxation of rice produced the chorus of a popular song in favour of
the men languishing in Holloway, and his passing remarks upon Consols
"which, as a City man he assured them were a matter to him of the very
gravest concern," led to repeated cries of "Drown old Harman!" and
enthusiastic hurrahs for their candidate's championship of the doomed
men.
When Mr. Clutterbuck sat down, in some confusion but in great
happiness, and when the customary vote of thanks had been given, a
genial publican in the body of the hall who had never attended a public
meeting save to protest against the unhappy Licensing Bill of 1908,
rose most unexpectedly to support the resolution. In a voice full of
nutriment and good humour, he assured the candidate, amid repeated
confirmations from all around, that in spite of his attitude upon
temperance--and no one saw more of the evils of _in_temperance than the
licensed victualler--in spite of that, Mr. Clutterbuck's manly attitude
on the case of Rex _v._ Fishmonger and Another would secure him the
support of the trade.
A clergyman, who had had the temerity to rise with the intention of
congratulating the candidate, was imagined from his pale face and
refined voice to be an opponent: he was angrily silenced, and the
meeting dispersed with loud cheers for his present Majesty, for the
armed servants of the Crown whether military or naval, and--need it be
told?--for Fishmonger over all.
It was evidently an election to be taken on the fly and to be run
before the machine slowed down. The common National literature sent
out from the head offices in Peter Street was soon absorbed. Charlie
Fitzgerald implored them for matter upon Fishmonger, but the official
press refused. He could not brave the Act nor exceed the statutory
limit of expense, but Mr. Clutterbuck was delighted to find that the
Fishmonger Relief Committee--to which his wife, his brother-in-law,
and even his coachman very largely subscribed--would furnish him with
endless tracts and posters. The walls were covered by this independent
ally, and the expenditure upon its part of over four thousand pounds
associated Mr. Clutterbuck's name with the relief of the poor prisoners
in letters six, ten and fifteen feet high and in the most astounding
colours.
There were pictures also: pictures by the ton. Pictures of Mr.
Clutterbuck striking the fetters from Fishmonger's wrists; pictures of
Fishmonger in convict garb sleeping his troubled sleep upon a pallet
of straw while a vision of the valiant Clutterbuck floated above
him in a happy cloud: this was called "The Dream of Hope." Pictures
of Fishmonger on the treadmill pitied by an indignant Britannia
and a Clutterbuck springing to his aid, inflamed the popular zeal,
and further pictures of a black Demon cowering before an avenging
Clutterbuck in full armour afforded a parable of immense effect.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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