The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine, (vol. XLI, no. 243 new series, September 1916)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
In the early ’seventies of last century there was staged in London
a very amusing musical comedy called _The Happy Land_, the scene
being laid in Paradise. Among the principal characters were extremely
skilful and poignant burlesques of Mr. Gladstone, Prime Minister at
the time, Mr. Lowe, Chancellor of the Exchequer, and Mr. Ayrton, First
Commissioner of Works. The piece had but a short, though brilliant,
run in the metropolis; for the Lord Chamberlain ordered it off the
stage, not on the grounds of what is usually implied by immorality, but
because it brought Her Majesty’s Ministers into contempt by mordant
caricature of their features and action.[3] It is not known--to me,
at least--which of the three victims set the censorship in motion.
Certainly it was not ‘Bob’ Lowe, who was gifted with a fine strain
of humour. Probably it was done at Mr. Ayrton’s instance, he being
destitute of that saving grace, and, besides, having been more
mercilessly satirised in the play than his colleagues. He had outraged
public feeling, if not public taste, by some acts of his administration
as ædile, notably by painting grey some of the fine stone-work in the
lobbies of the Houses of Parliament. I forget the libretto of _The
Happy Land_; but this much I remember, that, whereas in the first act
the scenery of Paradise appeared glowing with rainbow radiance and
shimmering with gems, in the second act it represented the effect of
Ayrton’s régime--everything had been painted ‘government grey.’
All this was brought to mind by the change wrought upon the appearance
of the British Army after the outbreak of the South African war in
1899. By a wave of his wand or a scratch of his quill the Secretary of
State for War, Mr. St. John Brodrick (now Viscount Midleton) quenched
all gaiety of colour in the fighting dress of our troops; the historic
thin red line was to be seen no more; the glittering squadrons were
doomed to ride in raiment as sombre as the dust of their own raising;
henceforward standards and regimental colours were to be returned to
store before the troops went on active service.
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