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
The gentry, ignorant and sensual, were given to profuse hospitality,
regardless of mortgaged acres and embarrassed lands. Dog-boys and
horse-boys hung about their gates; keepers and retainers lolled
upon their doorsteps, together with a posse of half-mounted poor
relations--all of them too genteel to do anything useful--fishing for
the speckled trout by day, drinking huge beakers of claret and
quarrelling among themselves by night, till in many cases there was
little left, after a few years, for the filling of a hundred mouths
beyond a nominal rent-roll and the hereditary curse of idleness. Not a
squire but was more or less floundering in debt, and (his sense of
honour blunted by necessity) only too anxious for a little cash at any
price. Government agents were always conveniently turning up ready and
willing to purchase mortgages and notes of hand, which were duly
stored in the coffers of the Castle as a means of prospective coercion
by-and-by.
With such materials for a national 'Lords and Commons,' it is little
wonder if a sudden revulsion in favour of patriotism on the part of a
body of enthusiasts should threaten to set the country agog. How was
the parliament to be purified? That was the rub. Was it to be exhorted
to virtue gently, or flogged into improvement? The leaders of the
Volunteers had carried their first point with a rush. The parliament
was with them, or feigned to be so. But what if the existence of the
Parliament should come to be threatened? The sincerity of its
professions would be put to a crucial test. Careless lords and
impecunious squires babbled of freedom and cackled of free trade,
because it was become the fashion and pleased the Volunteers. What
cared they for free trade? That was a question which affected the men
of Ulster, to whom commerce was as lifeblood, and who indeed were the
prime workers in this movement. The dissenting traders of Belfast had
demanded a free trade, and British ministers had given way. Therefore
Lords and Commons joined in the popular cry, and pretended that it
interested them. The position was a paradox. Here was all at once a
military supremacy independent of the crown, and ministers in London
were compelled to countenance it. It was humiliating; but their
comfort lay in this. Would the Volunteer leaders allow zeal to
overstep prudence? Probably they would. They might be coaxed by crafty
submission to do so. If a collision could only be brought about
between a self-elected military despotism and an effete but
constitutional senate, there were the materials for such a pretty
quarrel as might produce a repetition of the fate of the Kilkenny
cats. One would devour the other, and England would gloat over the
tails. The British premier made a parade of 'doing something for
Ireland' to oblige the Volunteers.
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