The Ghost of Chatham; A Vision. Unknown

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The Ghost of Chatham; A Vision / Dedicated to the House of Peers

      PREFACE

      The following lines were written under the powerful impulse of feelings which appear to have been almost consentaneous with those of the whole British people. The national spirit has been rouzed against this cruel and unconstitutional attack upon the Queen, with pervasive ardour, which forcibly recalls the language of the Augustan poet:—

      “Spiritus intus alit, totamque infusa per ARTUS,

      Mens agitat MOLEM, et magno se corpore miscet.”

      This irresistible movement has been one of LOYALTY, not of FACTION; of love and not of enmity towards the constitution. It is not disputed that factious men exist, who are ready to swell public tumult whenever it arises: but it is mere drivelling, for ministers and their adherents, to talk of “radicalism” and democracy on this occasion. They must know, if they consult the commonest sources of intelligence open to them, that detestation of “The Bill of Pains and Penalties” is rooted beyond all possibility of eradication in the breasts of an overwhelming majority of good men, and faithful subjects.

      At the moment when it was determined to send the following “Vision” to the press, a burst of honest exultation has electrified the whole kingdom. With feelings of solemn gratitude to God, and love for my country, I rejoice not only that the Queen is thus delivered from the fangs of her enemies; but that the King, THE CONSTITUTION, and THE COUNTRY, have been thus, as I do unequivocally believe, rescued from a tremendous explosion, which would at best have been of doubtful issue to our liberties.

      Notwithstanding this most happy, this providential result, I have determined still to send out the poem to the public; because it expresses in strong, however inadequate language, sentiments which are essential to our character as a free people, and to the preservation of our justly balanced monarchy.

      I have not assumed the FASCIS of satire, without deep conviction that its rods were imperatively called into action: but most gladly shall I reverse them, after the manner of the ancient Lictors, over the obsequies of an administration, which must be now in its death-pangs. May succeeding cabinets be WARNED, not guided, by its example!

      THE GHOST OF CHATHAM; A VISION

      A vision came! It was not in the hour

      Of sleep; but when the unresisted power

      Of magic Fancy, threw, with full control,

      Her half prophetic mantle o’er the soul.

      The place was thron’d like Britain’s royal halls,

      And her proud navy deck’d the tap’stried walls.

      Statesmen and heroes grac’d the pictur’d scene;

      Fathers who were what since their sons have been;

      And some whose laurell’d brows might glow with shame,

      Of sons with nought of their’s besides the name.

      In this august abode the loud debate

      Seem’d hush’d, and prince and peer in silence sate;

      E’en G—ff—d’s brazen descant seem’d to fail,

      And gasping C—pley gazed on L—d—rd—le;

      Panting, they loll’d their contumelious tongues,

      And suck’d Italian juice to clear their lungs.

      Y—k mus’d on armies; yet, with doubtful trust,

      Wish’d he were certain, or the cause were just:

      The eye of Cl—r—nce fiercely rang’d the floor,

      But soften’d as it fell on D—n—ghm—re;

      While L—v—rp—l, who inly seem’d to fear

      For place and power, his fellows strove to cheer

      With sickly smile; and courtier lords obscene,

      Temper’d new filth, to daub their libell’d Queen.

      Sudden amid the peers whom England hails

      Her nobles—men who fail but when SHE fails,

      The vision rose. It was a rev’rend form

      Of aged dignity: its eye was warm

      With kindlings of a spirit that of old

      Made those walls tremble through its earthly mould.

      Now a mild glory round its presence play’d,

      And ’spoke from heav’nly courts the awful shade.

      Its brow wore high reproof; the lifted arm

      Was stretch’d for pleading; and there was a charm

      Of coming eloquence, as firm it stood,

      Like one whose rank was with the great and good;

      And well that rank was own’d, when Erskine cried,

      “’Tis England’s Chatham!”—“Chatham!” all replied.

      Like the dead stillness of the summer air,

      When pregnant clouds of shrouded fire are there,

      They sat:—and like the voice of thunder broke

      The rolling periods, as the vision spoke.

      “Is this,” he cried, “the consecrated floor,

      Where England’s peerage stood, as known of yore,

      Jealous of honour, zealous for the laws;

      Justice their sword, and England’s weal their cause?

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