South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878
“Oh, it is needless to ask; his Grace has kindly spoken in your behalf,
but really I am sorry to say that we have bestowed so many commissions
of late, that I think, after all, as you are rich, you had better
purchase, and I will do all I can to remove any impediments in the way
as to age, &c.”
I was then twenty-four. This very kind proposal had such a supremely
ridiculous effect on me, that notwithstanding all my efforts to contain
myself before so dignified a person as the Military Secretary, I could
not help laughing audibly. It did not even occur to me that I ought to
make any attempt to conceal my amusement at this ridiculous proposal,
so, bowing lowly, I rose and left the room, leaving the somewhat
astonished Colonel alone in his doubts as to whether, after all,
Viscount Forth or myself had the best claims to a commission in her
Majesty’s service.
This was the discouraging result of a military education, finished at
the best Continental schools, with the further advantage of having
accompanied European armies in the field for the sake of instruction;
of having placed the modern rifle, at my own expense, in the hands
of the British soldier; of showing the use of better accoutrements
(my men wore the helmet in 1851); of having been mentioned many times
in general orders for gallant conduct in the field, &c., &c. Well, I
thought, the sooner this state of affairs is changed the sooner Old
England will find better servants.
In this mood I went to report progress in Downing Street. His Grace
of Newcastle was kind and considerate as usual, and abused the Horse
Guards as heartily as the British Radical, and finally left me to
consult with Mr R----, his private secretary, as to what now remained
to be done to meet the views of the colonists concerning a recognition
of my services to them.
In the present state of affairs nothing suitable seemed to present
itself; a civil employment abroad--the only gift at the disposal of the
Colonial Office--did not meet my views; so, after a lengthened confab,
I returned to my _lares_ and _penates_, and awaited events.
CHAPTER XV.
START ON A MISSION TO THE EAST--VISIT GALLIPOLI, AND
REPORT UPON IT TO LORD STRATFORD DE REDCLIFFE--REPORT ON
THE ENTIRE SEABOARD OF THE DARDANELLES--VISIT THE TURKISH
ARMY ON THE DANUBE, AND REPORT ON ITS CONDITION--WINTER
TRAVELLING IN BALL-ROOM DRESS--RETURN TO CONSTANTINOPLE--THE
EMBASSY THERE--THE WAR MINISTRY AT HOME--ITS INCAPACITY--AM
OFFERED A KNIGHTHOOD, BUT DECLINE THE HONOUR--THE EASTERN
QUESTION--THE DIFFICULTY OF REGENERATING THE TURKS BY
FOREIGN INTERFERENCE--THEIR MORAL DEGRADATION--MY KNIGHTHOOD
IS DECIDED UPON--JOURNEY TO WINDSOR--LORDS PALMERSTON AND
ABERDEEN--MONOLOGUES WITH PREDECESSORS IN ARMOUR--THE
CEREMONY--CONCLUSION.
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