Lucknow was recaptured in March, 1858, but the pacification of Oudh by Sir Colin Campbell, now Lord Clyde, and the clearance of Central India by Sir Hugh Rose, afterwards Lord Strathnairn, occupied the whole of the remainder of the year: indeed, order was not completely restored till the close of 1859, or more than a year after the rule of "John Company" had been abolished and its executive powers transferred to the Crown. [Sidenote: _John Bull's Foreign Policy_] The process begun under Palmerston was completed by the Derby-Disraeli administration after long and acrimonious debates and recriminations, cabals and intrigues, in the course of which _Punch_ vehemently assailed the East India Company, disgraced but impenitent, for its misdeeds, Bright for his impracticable independence and pro-Indian sympathies; Ellenborough and Canning; Palmerston and Disraeli. Palmerston in particular had fallen from favour because of the Conspiracy Bill introduced after the Orsini attempt to assassinate the French Emperor. The plot had been hatched in London, but _Punch_ bitterly resented the notion of making this a ground for depriving England of her position as the "sanctuary of Europe," and held that Palmerston had brought defeat on himself by knuckling down to Louis Napoleon. The fury of the _Moniteur_ against England's alleged harbouring of criminals only excited _Punch's_ derision. Relieved from the Indian tragedy, he was now free to revert to his old inveterate distrust of Louis Napoleon, and to preach for years to come the need of a strong navy. The lines on "John Bull's Foreign Policy" in the autumn of 1858, addressed to the Peoples of Europe, frankly admit that self-interest mingles with his love of Liberty:-- To hold you down, your despots arm, And keep me always in alarm. Confound them!--they mean me no good; Abolish, well I know they would, My Constitution, if they could. I, too, must arm in self-defence; And armaments involve expense: Expense taxation means--my curse; Despotic power alone is worse: Your masters thus myself amerce. Oh, how I wish I could retrench! But I must keep pace with the French, And for the Russians stand prepared, The cost whereof I should be spared, To shake your yokes off if you dared. Rise, therefore, and your rights assert, Ye Peoples, trodden in the dirt. Strike for your freedom, nations brave, Whom monarchs absolute enslave: And so enable me to save.