My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 1 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the Union — John Shaqi
My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 1 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the UnionWingfield, Lewis
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My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 1 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the Union
Wingfield, Lewis
Historical fiction; Ireland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
When the Volunteers determined to regenerate their motherland,
there were two great evils with which they had to cope. Two deep
plague-spots. It remained to be seen whether they were wise enough and
steadfast enough to eradicate the virus. A rotten legislature, an
impossible Penal Code. Could Sir Galahad reform so base a parliament?
Would the champion dare to free the serfs from thraldom? The first was
a Herculean labour, because both Lords and Commons drew much of their
revenue from British ministers; the second was even a more Titanic
task. Possession is nine points of the law, and the soil was in
possession of the small knot of Protestants, who knew that their
existence depended on keeping the majority in chains. Like the
emigrants of the _Mayflower_, they said: 'Resolved, that the earth is
the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; that the Lord hath given the
earth as an heritage unto His saints; and that we are His saints.
_Ergo_: the earth is ours, to have and to hold by pillage and
persecution, and murder, if need be, just as the chosen people of old
seized and held Canaan, the land of promise, flowing with milk and
honey.'
Truly the parliament was a plague-spot fit to gangrene a whole body;
for it in nowise represented the nation, consisting as it did of three
hundred members, seventy-two only of whom were elected by the people.
The rest were nominees of large Protestant proprietors who returned
members for every squalid hamlet on their estates, and kept their
voters in the condition of tame dogs through a constant terror of
ejectment. Of three million Catholics not one had a voice in the
elections; for by law they existed not at all. Like Milton's devils
they occupied no space, while the Protestant angels filled the air
with their proportions.
It was said of the Irish gentry of the last century that they
possessed the materials of distinguished men with the propensities of
obscure ones, which is a picturesque way of admitting that they were
incorrigibly idle. To indolence add poverty and a propensity for
drink, and you have a promising hotbed for the growth of every ill.
The aristocratic pensioners were, as a rule, lapped in excessive
luxury, which could not be kept up without extraneous help; half
English by education as well as origin, they naturally leaned for
protection towards the English Government.
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