the state of political parties in england in the spring of 1841 offered a most remarkable contrast to their condition at the period commemorated in the first chapter of this work. the banners of the conservative camp at this moment lowered on the whig forces, as the gathering host of the norman invader frowned on the coast of sussex. the whigs were not yet conquered, but they were doomed; and they themselves knew it. the mistake which was made by the conservative leaders in not retaining office in 1839; and, whether we consider their conduct in a national and constitutional light, or as a mere question of political tactics and party prudence, it was unquestionably a great mistake; had infused into the corps of whig authority a kind of galvanic action, which only the superficial could mistake for vitality. even to form a basis for their future operations, after the conjuncture of ‘39, the whigs were obliged to make a fresh inroad on the revenue, the daily increasing debility of which was now arresting attention and exciting public alarm. it was clear that the catastrophe of the government would be financial.
under all the circumstances of the case, the conduct of the whig cabinet, in their final propositions, cannot be described as deficient either in boldness or prudence. the policy which they recommended was in itself a sagacious and spirited policy; but they erred in supposing that, at the period it was brought forward, any measure promoted by the whigs could have obtained general favour in the country. the whigs were known to be feeble; they were looked upon as tricksters. the country knew they were opposed by a powerful party; and though there certainly never was any authority for the belief, the country did believe that that powerful party were influenced by great principles; had in their view a definite and national policy; and would secure to england, instead of a feeble administration and fluctuating opinions, energy and a creed.
the future effect of the whig propositions of ‘41 will not be detrimental to that party, even if in the interval they be appropriated piecemeal, as will probably be the case, by their conservative successors. but for the moment, and in the plight in which the whig party found themselves, it was impossible to have devised measures more conducive to their precipitate fall. great interests were menaced by a weak government. the consequence was inevitable. tadpole and taper saw it in a moment. they snuffed the factious air, and felt the coming storm. notwithstanding the extreme congeniality of these worthies, there was a little latent jealousy between them. tadpole worshipped registration: taper, adored a cry. tadpole always maintained that it was the winnowing of the electoral lists that could alone gain the day; taper, on the contrary, faithful to ancient traditions, was ever of opinion that the game must ultimately be won by popular clamour. it always seemed so impossible that the conservative party could ever be popular; the extreme graciousness and personal popularity of the leaders not being sufficiently apparent to be esteemed an adequate set-off against the inveterate odium that attached to their opinions; that the tadpole philosophy was the favoured tenet in high places; and taper had had his knuckles well rapped more than once for manoeuvring too actively against the new poor-law, and for hiring several link-boys to bawl a much-wronged lady’s name in the park when the court prorogued parliament.
and now, after all, in 1841, it seemed that taper was right. there was a great clamour in every quarter, and the clamour was against the whigs and in favour of conservative principles. what canadian timber-merchants meant by conservative principles, it is not difficult to conjecture; or west indian planters. it was tolerably clear on the hustings what squires and farmers, and their followers, meant by conservative principles. what they mean by conservative principles now is another question: and whether conservative principles mean something higher than a perpetuation of fiscal arrangements, some of them impolitic, none of them important. but no matter what different bodies of men understood by the cry in which they all joined, the cry existed. taper beat tadpole; and the great conservative party beat the shattered and exhausted whigs.
notwithstanding the abstraction of his legal studies, coningsby could not be altogether insensible to the political crisis. in the political world of course he never mixed, but the friends of his boyhood were deeply interested in affairs, and they lost no opportunity which he would permit them, of cultivating his society. their occasional fellowship, a visit now and then to sidonia, and a call sometimes on flora, who lived at richmond, comprised his social relations. his general acquaintance did not desert him, but he was out of sight, and did not wish to be remembered. mr. ormsby asked him to dinner, and occasionally mourned over his fate in the bow window of white’s; while lord eskdale even went to see him in the temple, was interested in his progress, and said, with an encouraging look, that, when he was called to the bar, all his friends must join and get up the steam. coningsby had once met mr. rigby, who was walking with the duke of agincourt, which was probably the reason he could not notice a lawyer. mr. rigby cut coningsby.
lord eskdale had obtained from villebecque accurate details as to the cause of coningsby being disinherited. our hero, if one in such fallen fortunes may still be described as a hero, had mentioned to lord eskdale his sorrow that his grandfather had died in anger with him; but lord eskdale, without dwelling on the subject, had assured him that he had reason to believe that if lord monmouth had lived, affairs would have been different. he had altered the disposition of his property at a moment of great and general irritation and excitement; and had been too indolent, perhaps really too indisposed, which he was unwilling ever to acknowledge, to recur to a calmer and more equitable settlement. lord eskdale had been more frank with sidonia, and had told him all about the refusal to become a candidate for darlford against mr. millbank; the communication of rigby to lord monmouth, as to the presence of oswald millbank at the castle, and the love of coningsby for his sister; all these details, furnished by villebecque to lord eskdale, had been truly transferred by that nobleman to his co-executor; and sidonia, when he had sufficiently digested them, had made lady wallinger acquainted with the whole history.
the dissolution of the whig parliament by the whigs, the project of which had reached lord monmouth a year before, and yet in which nobody believed to the last moment, at length took place. all the world was dispersed in the heart of the season, and our solitary student of the temple, in his lonely chambers, notwithstanding all his efforts, found his eye rather wander over the pages of tidd and chitty as he remembered that the great event to which he had so looked forward was now occurring, and he, after all, was no actor in the mighty drama. it was to have been the epoch of his life; when he was to have found himself in that proud position for which all the studies, and meditations, and higher impulses of his nature had been preparing him. it was a keen trial of a man. every one of his friends and old companions were candidates, and with sanguine prospects. lord henry was certain for a division of his county; buckhurst harangued a large agricultural borough in his vicinity; eustace lyle and vere stood in coalition for a yorkshire town; and oswald millbank solicited the suffrages of an important manufacturing constituency. they sent their addresses to coningsby. he was deeply interested as he traced in them the influence of his own mind; often recognised the very expressions to which he had habituated them. amid the confusion of a general election, no unimpassioned critic had time to canvass the language of an address to an isolated constituency; yet an intelligent speculator on the movements of political parties might have detected in these public declarations some intimation of new views, and of a tone of political feeling that has unfortunately been too long absent from the public life of this country.
it was the end of a sultry july day, the last ray of the sun shooting down pall mall sweltering with dust; there was a crowd round the doors of the carlton and the reform clubs, and every now and then an express arrived with the agitating bulletin of a fresh defeat or a new triumph. coningsby was walking up pall mall. he was going to dine at the oxford and cambridge club, the only club on whose list he had retained his name, that he might occasionally have the pleasure of meeting an eton or cambridge friend without the annoyance of encountering any of his former fashionable acquaintances. he lighted in his walk on mr. tadpole and mr. taper, both of whom he knew. the latter did not notice him, but mr. tadpole, more good-natured, bestowed on him a rough nod, not unmarked by a slight expression of coarse pity.
coningsby ordered his dinner, and then took up the evening papers, where he learnt the return of vere and lyle; and read a speech of buckhurst denouncing the venetian constitution, to the amazement of several thousand persons, apparently not a little terrified by this unknown danger, now first introduced to their notice. being true englishmen, they were all against buckhurst’s opponent, who was of the venetian party, and who ended by calling out buckhurst for his personalities.
coningsby had dined, and was reading in the library, when a waiter brought up a third edition of the sun, with electioneering bulletins from the manufacturing districts to the very latest hour. some large letters which expressed the name of darlford caught his eye. there seemed great excitement in that borough; strange proceedings had happened. the column was headed, ‘extraordinary affair! withdrawal of the liberal candidate! two tory candidates in the field!!!’
his eye glanced over an animated speech of mr. millbank, his countenance changed, his heart palpitated. mr. millbank had resigned the representation of the town, but not from weakness; his avocations demanded his presence; he had been requested to let his son supply his place, but his son was otherwise provided for; he should always take a deep interest in the town and trade of darlford; he hoped that the link between the borough and hellingsley would be ever cherished; loud cheering; he wished in parting from them to take a step which should conciliate all parties, put an end to local heats and factious contentions, and secure the town an able and worthy representative. for these reasons he begged to propose to them a gentleman who bore a name which many of them greatly honoured; for himself, he knew the individual, and it was his firm opinion that whether they considered his talents, his character, or the ancient connection of his family with the district, he could not propose a candidate more worthy of their confidence than harry coningsby, esq.
this proposition was received with that wild enthusiasm which occasionally bursts out in the most civilised communities. the contest between millbank and rigby was equally balanced, neither party was over-confident. the conservatives were not particularly zealous in behalf of their champion; there was no marquess of monmouth and no coningsby castle now to back him; he was fighting on his own resources, and he was a beaten horse. the liberals did not like the prospect of a defeat, and dreaded the mortification of rigby’s triumph. the moderate men, who thought more of local than political circumstances, liked the name of coningsby. mr. millbank had dexterously prepared his leading supporters for the substitution. some traits of the character and conduct of coningsby had been cleverly circulated. thus there was a combination of many favourable causes in his favour. in half an hour’s time his image was stamped on the brain of every inhabitant of the borough as an interesting and accomplished youth, who had been wronged, and who deserved to be rewarded. it was whispered that rigby was his enemy. magog wrath and his mob offered mr. millbank’s committee to throw mr. rigby into the river, or to burn down his hotel, in case he was prudent enough not to show. mr. rigby determined to fight to the last. all his hopes were now staked on the successful result of this contest. it were impossible if he were returned that his friends could refuse him high office. the whole of lord monmouth’s reduced legacy was devoted to this end. the third edition of the sun left mr. rigby in vain attempting to address an infuriated populace.
here was a revolution in the fortunes of our forlorn coningsby! when his grandfather first sent for him to monmouth house, his destiny was not verging on greater vicissitudes. he rose from his seat, and was surprised that all the silent gentlemen who were about him did not mark his agitation. not an individual there that he knew. it was now an hour to midnight, and to-morrow the almost unconscious candidate was to go to the poll. in a tumult of suppressed emotion, coningsby returned to his chambers. he found a letter in his box from oswald millbank, who had been twice at the temple. oswald had been returned without a contest, and had reached darlford in time to hear coningsby nominated. he set off instantly to london, and left at his friend’s chambers a rapid narrative of what had happened, with information that he should call on him again on the morrow at nine o’clock, when they were to repair together immediately to darlford in time for coningsby to be chaired, for no one entertained a doubt of his triumph.
coningsby did not sleep a wink that night, and yet when he rose early felt fresh enough for any exploit, however difficult or hazardous. he felt as an egyptian does when the nile rises after its elevation had been despaired of. at the very lowest ebb of his fortunes, an event had occurred which seemed to restore all. he dared not contemplate the ultimate result of all these wonderful changes. enough for him, that when all seemed dark, he was about to be returned to parliament by the father of edith, and his vanquished rival who was to bite the dust before him was the author of all his misfortunes. love, vengeance, justice, the glorious pride of having acted rightly, the triumphant sense of complete and absolute success, here were chaotic materials from which order was at length evolved; and all subsided in an overwhelming feeling of gratitude to that providence that had so signally protected him.
there was a knock at the door. it was oswald. they embraced. it seemed that oswald was as excited as coningsby. his eye sparkled, his manner was energetic.
‘we must talk it all over during our journey. we have not a minute to spare.’
during that journey coningsby learned something of the course of affairs which gradually had brought about so singular a revolution in his favour. we mentioned that sidonia had acquired a thorough knowledge of the circumstances which had occasioned and attended the disinheritance of coningsby. these he had told to lady wallinger, first by letter, afterwards in more detail on her arrival in london. lady wallinger had conferred with her husband. she was not surprised at the goodness of coningsby, and she sympathised with all his calamities. he had ever been the favourite of her judgment, and her romance had always consisted in blending his destinies with those of her beloved edith. sir joseph was a judicious man, who never cared to commit himself; a little selfish, but good, just, and honourable, with some impulses, only a little afraid of them; but then his wife stepped in like an angel, and gave them the right direction. they were both absolutely impressed with coningsby’s admirable conduct, and lady wallinger was determined that her husband should express to others the convictions which he acknowledged in unison with herself. sir joseph spoke to mr. millbank, who stared; but sir joseph spoke feebly. lady wallinger conveyed all this intelligence, and all her impressions, to oswald and edith. the younger millbank talked with his father, who, making no admissions, listened with interest, inveighed against lord monmouth, and condemned his will.
after some time, mr. millbank made inquiries about coningsby, took an interest in his career, and, like lord eskdale, declared that when he was called to the bar, his friends would have an opportunity to evince their sincerity. affairs remained in this state, until oswald thought that circumstances were sufficiently ripe to urge his father on the subject. the position which oswald had assumed at millbank had necessarily made him acquainted with the affairs and fortune of his father. when he computed the vast wealth which he knew was at his parent’s command, and recalled coningsby in his humble chambers, toiling after all his noble efforts without any results, and his sister pining in a provincial solitude, oswald began to curse wealth, and to ask himself what was the use of all their marvellous industry and supernatural skill? he addressed his father with that irresistible frankness which a strong faith can alone inspire. what are the objects of wealth, if not to bless those who possess our hearts? the only daughter, the friend to whom the only son was indebted for his life, here are two beings surely whom one would care to bless, and both are unhappy. mr. millbank listened without prejudice, for he was already convinced. but he felt some interest in the present conduct of coningsby. a coningsby working for his bread was a novel incident for him. he wished to be assured of its authenticity. he was resolved to convince himself of the fact. and perhaps he would have gone on yet for a little time, and watched the progress of the experiment, already interested and delighted by what had reached him, had not the dissolution brought affairs to a crisis. the misery of oswald at the position of coningsby, the silent sadness of edith, his own conviction, which assured him that he could do nothing wiser or better than take this young man to his heart, so ordained it that mr. millbank, who was after all the creature of impulse, decided suddenly, and decided rightly. never making a single admission to all the representations of his son, mr. millbank in a moment did all that his son could have dared to desire.
this is a very imperfect and crude intimation of what had occurred at millbank and hellingsley; yet it conveys a faint sketch of the enchanting intelligence that oswald conveyed to coningsby during their rapid travel. when they arrived at birmingham, they found a messenger and a despatch, informing coningsby, that at mid-day, at darlford, he was at the head of the poll by an overwhelming majority, and that mr. rigby had resigned. he was, however, requested to remain at birmingham, as they did not wish him to enter darlford, except to be chaired, so he was to arrive there in the morning. at birmingham, therefore, they remained.
there was oswald’s election to talk of as well as coningsby’s. they had hardly had time for this. now they were both members of parliament. men must have been at school together, to enjoy the real fun of meeting thus, and realising boyish dreams. often, years ago, they had talked of these things, and assumed these results; but those were words and dreams, these were positive facts; after some doubts and struggles, in the freshness of their youth, oswald millbank and harry coningsby were members of the british parliament; public characters, responsible agents, with a career.
this afternoon, at birmingham, was as happy an afternoon as usually falls to the lot of man. both of these companions were labouring under that degree of excitement which is necessary to felicity. they had enough to talk about. edith was no longer a forbidden or a sorrowful subject. there was rapture in their again meeting under such circumstances. then there were their friends; that dear buckhurst, who had just been called out for styling his opponent a venetian, and all their companions of early days. what a sudden and marvellous change in all their destinies! life was a pantomime; the wand was waved, and it seemed that the schoolfellows had of a sudden become elements of power, springs of the great machine.
a train arrived; restless they sallied forth, to seek diversion in the dispersion of the passengers. coningsby and millbank, with that glance, a little inquisitive, even impertinent, if we must confess it, with which one greets a stranger when he emerges from a public conveyance, were lounging on the platform. the train arrived; stopped; the doors were thrown open, and from one of them emerged mr. rigby! coningsby, who had dined, was greatly tempted to take off his hat and make him a bow, but he refrained. their eyes met. rigby was dead beat. he was evidently used up; a man without a resource; the sight of coningsby his last blow; he had met his fate.
‘my dear fellow,’ said coningsby, ‘i remember i wanted you to dine with my grandfather at montem, and that fellow would not ask you. such is life!’
about eleven o’clock the next morning they arrived at the darlford station. here they were met by an anxious deputation, who received coningsby as if he were a prophet, and ushered him into a car covered with satin and blue ribbons, and drawn by six beautiful grey horses, caparisoned in his colours, and riden by postilions, whose very whips were blue and white. triumphant music sounded; banners waved; the multitude were marshalled; the freemasons, at the first opportunity, fell into the procession; the odd fellows joined it at the nearest corner. preceded and followed by thousands, with colours flying, trumpets sounding, and endless huzzas, flags and handkerchiefs waving from every window, and every balcony filled with dames and maidens bedecked with his colours, coningsby was borne through enthusiastic darlford like paulus emilius returning from macedon. uncovered, still in deep mourning, his fine figure, and graceful bearing, and his intelligent brow, at once won every female heart.
the singularity was, that all were of the same opinion: everybody cheered him, every house was adorned with his colours. his triumphal return was no party question. magog wrath and bully bluck walked together like lambs at the head of his procession.
the car stopped before the principal hotel in the high street. it was mr. millbank’s committee. the broad street was so crowded, that, as every one declared, you might have walked on the heads of the people. every window was full; the very roofs were peopled. the car stopped, and the populace gave three cheers for mr. millbank. their late member, surrounded by his friends, stood in the balcony, which was fitted up with coningsby’s colours, and bore his name on the hangings in gigantic letters formed of dahlias. the flashing and inquiring eye of coningsby caught the form of edith, who was leaning on her father’s arm.
the hustings were opposite the hotel, and here, after a while, coningsby was carried, and, stepping from his car, took up his post to address, for the first time, a public assembly. anxious as the people were to hear him, it was long before their enthusiasm could subside into silence. at length that silence was deep and absolute. he spoke; his powerful and rich tones reached every ear. in five minutes’ time every one looked at his neighbour, and without speaking they agreed that there never was anything like this heard in darlford before.
he addressed them for a considerable time, for he had a great deal to say; not only to express his gratitude for the unprecedented manner in which he had become their representative, and for the spirit in which they had greeted him, but he had to offer them no niggard exposition of the views and opinions of the member whom they had so confidingly chosen, without even a formal declaration of his sentiments.
he did this with so much clearness, and in a manner so pointed and popular, that the deep attention of the multitude never wavered. his lively illustrations kept them often in continued merriment. but when, towards his close, he drew some picture of what he hoped might be the character of his future and lasting connection with the town, the vast throng was singularly affected. there were a great many present at that moment who, though they had never seen coningsby before, would willingly have then died for him. coningsby had touched their hearts, for he had spoken from his own. his spirit had entirely magnetised them. darlford believed in coningsby: and a very good creed.
and now coningsby was conducted to the opposite hotel. he walked through the crowd. the progress was slow, as every one wished to shake hands with him. his friends, however, at last safely landed him. he sprang up the stairs; he was met by mr. millbank, who welcomed him with the greatest warmth, and offered his hearty congratulations.
‘it is to you, dear sir, that i am indebted for all this,’ said coningsby.
‘no,’ said mr. millbank, ‘it is to your own high principles, great talents, and good heart.’
after he had been presented by the late member to the principal personages in the borough, mr. millbank said,
‘i think we must now give mr. coningsby a little rest. come with me,’ he added, ‘here is some one who will be very glad to see you.’
speaking thus, he led our hero a little away, and placing his arm in coningsby’s with great affection opened the door of an apartment. there was edith, radiant with loveliness and beaming with love. their agitated hearts told at a glance the tumult of their joy. the father joined their hands, and blessed them with words of tenderness.
