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 Truth (Sydney, NSW: 1894–1954)

Sunday 6 December 1896

THE BLACK BOOK OF AUSTRALIAN HISTORY

(NEW SERIES.)

By John English.

No. I.

The System in the Country— James T. Ryan's Reminiscences under the Cognomen of 'Toby'— The Convict Revolt—Slaughter at Convict Hill—Tripping the Hangman—Jokes and Gibes at the Gibbet—The Military Aristocracy of Seventy Years Ago—'The Hell at Lapstone Hill— The Convict Golgotha— Quick Deaths and Quick Lime Burials— Cumberland County in the 'Twenties' and 'Thirties'— Iron Gangs Galore— Wholesale Flogging— Hanged for 15s. after Three Years— 'Tyrannical Demons of Aristocracy.

'I now proceed to make good the assertion that the horrors of ‘the system’ were even worse in the country than in Sydney. Fortunately for my purpose there has been published by one of the oldest living natives in Australia a very interesting volume entitled Reminiscences of Australia. The author is Mr. James T. Ryan, who, as stated on the title-page of the book, writes 

UNDER THE COGNOMEN OF ‘TOBY.’

Concerning ‘70 years of his own knowledge, and 35 years of his ancestors,’ thus covering a period of more than a century. Mr. Ryan, who has thus entered on the eighth decade of his age, is one of the best-known men in New South Wales, and at one time sat in the Assembly as member for the Nepean.

Of his ability and right to speak of the working of ‘the system’ in the early days none who know him will doubt. To those who might feel inclined to dispute his claims as an historical authority, the following introductory lines of the first chapter of his book ought to prove convincing:

My grandfather and grandmother arrived with the first fleet in 1788, their son Robert being the first white male child born in Australia. He was born in the Soldiers’ barracks, Wynyard-square, nine months and ten days after the arrival of the fleet in 1788. After the birth of their son Robert, they went to live at Toongabbie, a few miles west of Parramatta, the first settlement formed after arrival. It was here that Governor Phillip gave grants of land of 40 acres each to a few married soldiers, also two assigned servants each, and rations for three years; with seeds of various kinds, and implements for farming and building purposes.

The author’s mother and other relatives were born at Toongabbie, and his earliest recollection is their account of THE CASTLE HILL REBELLION among the convicts in 1805, under King, the third Governor.

There were about 100 prisoners at Castle Hill, near Windsor, most of whom were transports from the Irish Rebellion of 1798. They secretly gave notice of their intention to each other, and the secret was kept until the day agreed on came, when the men assigned to the settlers in the district also joined them (having previously been made aware of what was about to occur). Having mustered 1000 strong, with vows of ‘Death or Liberty’ on their lips, they sallied forth, the whole district being in great alarm.

Governor King and Colonel Johnston, the military commander, went with the armed troops to encounter the rebels. Colonel Johnston came up with them at Vinegar Hill, and found them armed with pikes, old guns without locks (some unloaded), scythes fastened to the ends of poles, and other improvised weapons.

Here is ‘Toby’s’ account of THE TERRIBLE BUTCHERY and subsequent stranglings which ensued:

Colonel Johnston rode up to them, at the same time calling out to the leaders that liberty should be offered to them on surrender, citing at the same time the Governor’s authority. ‘No,’ they replied, ‘Death or Glory.’ Colonel Johnston then gave the order to fire by dropping a white flag, the result being utter confusion on the part of the rebels. During the retreat many were shot dead, others wounded, and the rest, seeing no means of escape, surrendered.

As affording an insight into ‘the system,’ and of the sort of leniency and liberty which the revolted convicts had to expect from such men as Governor King and Colonel Johnston, the sympathetic account of the sequel to this affair as given by the genial ‘Toby’ is worth reading:

Nine of the ringleaders were executed off the Windsor stone parapet. One of them TRIPPED THE HANG-MAN, who had a heavy fall, and it was only by great persuasion that he could be induced to return to duty, and then not until the prisoner was better secured. It was during this performance that the culprit kicked off his shoes, and at the same time saying that his mother always told him he would die with his shoes on like a trooper’s horse, but, said he, ‘I will make a liar of her!’ When the hangman had properly secured him and was in the act of pushing him off the stone parapet he (the hangman) made use of this expression, ‘Here you go without control, and may the devil receive your soul!’ A great many of the rebels were sent to the iron-gangs; others were flogged, and other modes of punishment were resorted to, often but too common in those barbarous days. About 60 or 70 of the number could never be accounted for; but ten years later, in Governor Macquarie’s time, a large quantity of human bones were collected on Vinegar Hill and were duly interred by the Governor’s direction. So terminated the first rebellion in Australia.

A system that could drive men to recklessly face death in this manner must have been worse than the worst forms of black slavery. While doing all credit to the humane forbearance exhibited by the free settlers towards the convicts assigned to them, Toby deals it out to what he calls THE MILITARY DESPOTS of the period, ‘who followed up their victims with terrible severity.’ He says:

One half of the crime in Australia might have been readily prevented had humanity been shown. The military aristocracy were responsible for a great portion of the crime committed, and no wonder, for tyranny begot tyranny, and sedition sedition.

Speaking of the breaking up of the Stock and Agricultural Settlement at Emu Plains, and its conversion into a purely penal establishment under military control, Toby tells:

A MOST HARROWING STORY of what he saw and heard:

Soon after were gathered the criminals under the military authority, who commenced operations under Lapstone Hill, where the present road through the Blue Mountains to Bathurst now runs. There were something like a thousand men with two hundred soldiers over them, with Williams and Brookes as overseers, who remained as such until the road was formed to Mount Victoria, and thence to Bathurst.

And now came the terrors of the poor unfortunate criminals. A stockade was formed on the spot where the burial-ground, church and school-house now stand. Rayner’s factory was the old soldiers’ barracks. In the centre of the stockade were fixed the triangles, where the lash was daily administered. The yells of the poor unfortunate wretches would have melted a heart of stone, and no human being to soothe or speak a word of kindness; to prevent, perhaps, a prospect of being sent to Norfolk Island or Tasmania, even though they were fortunate enough to escape a cruel death in the Blue Mountains.

TOBY’S FORCEFUL, GRAPHIC VERACITY:

Williams, the overseer, was subsequently killed by a prisoner, who rushed at him and struck him down with a spade, in revenge for being put to work on a bull-dog ant-hill. For this crime he was, of course, hanged.

In close proximity to the stockade there was a place called Billiot, where the dead were buried. It was a round hole dug out like a well, about 30 ft. in circumference, and of considerable depth. The bodies were stripped, thrown in, and covered with quick lime with some earth. This was their mode of burial.

THE CORRECTION HOUSE was well flagged, and kept thoroughly washed, but was bitterly cold in winter. There were cross-beams eight feet high, to which prisoners were handcuffed all night for bad conduct. Sometimes two or three were found dead the next morning, the doctor’s certificate being the only record of death. They were disposed of in the afore-mentioned manner.

In the second chapter of this interesting book the author describes the state of THE COUNTY OF CUMBERLAND between 1827 and 1835...

(The article continues in the newspaper with further descriptions of iron gangs, floggings, and the case of two youths hanged for a robbery of 15 shillings.)Note for your blog:

This is the complete extract from the 1896 article that covers the section you provided, including the full Billibot description in its original context. The newspaper article itself is quite long; the above includes all the key passages related to James T. Ryan’s reminiscences, the Castle Hill Rebellion, Lapstone Hill stockade, and Billibot.

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Truth (Sydney, NSW: 1894–1954)

Sunday 3 March 1895

THE BLACK BOOK OF AUSTRALIAN HISTORY

(BY John English.)

No. 2

Lessons of the Lash— An Instrument of Torture for Extorting Confessions— From the Innocent against the Innocent— Cases of Henry Bayne and Henry Watson— Multiplied and Daily Floggings — The Fruits of the Lash— How Women were Treated Seventy Years Ago— A Pair Of Siamese Twins— English Enthusiasm for the Freedom of Foreigners and Slaves While Maintaining Worse than Slavery in Australia— The Season— Example of Lord Byron— Who Transports His Valet— And Sings and Fights for the Freedom of Greeks and Italians. 

Before quitting the ‘Reminiscences’ of Judge Therry it will be desirable to excerpt from them a few of the most striking instances of the infliction of the lash which they record as ordinary examples of the man-flaying system, which obtained in his time, for ‘maintaining law and order among prisoners in Sydney.’ Many of these victims of the lash, it must be borne in mind, had been transported for mere venial offences now punishable by light fines or short terms of imprisonment, while some of them were superior in birth, education, and morals to those who thrived by their labour, and rewarded them with stripes. 

Reverting to some of the more objectionable features of the flogging system Judge Therry denounces it as an Instrument of Torture

used, very much like the devilish engines of the Inquisition and of the mediæval despots in Italy, for extorting confessions from accused persons. He says, ‘Less excusable still, the lash was used for the purpose of extorting a confession of guilt from vaguely suspected persons;’ and then goes on to say, ‘A few instances may suffice to show what monstrous cruelty and wrong may be, ay! and have been perpetrated by introducing such perverse and revolting principles into the administration of justice.’ Thus:

Henry Bayne, attache to the Domian party, sentenced to receive 25 lashes every morning until he tells where the money and property is, stolen from the house of William Jaques at Parramatta by him.

In reference to this particular case it has to be remarked that its authenticity does not rest upon the respectable authority of Judge Therry alone, but it is upon record, in full detail, in A Return of the House of Commons, in 1826, which is to be found under the title of ‘Papers Relating to the Conduct of Magistrates in New South Wales in directing the Infliction of Punishments upon Prisoners in that Colony.’Commenting upon this particular case of poor Henry Bayne, Judge Therry tells the following blood-curdling tale:

Touching this case, the Grand Jury present, that, upon this warrant or order, Henry Bayne was flogged five mornings successively; and, when taken before the Magistrate on the sixth day, he was ordered again to be flogged. On Monday, the 3rd day of April, 1823, the punishment was again repeated, when he received twenty-five lashes. On the 18th of May following he was brought before the Magistrates, and was further punished by a sentence of transportation to Port Macquarie for twelve months. The grand jury further present, that the first part of this sentence was to compel confession from the said Henry Bayne; that one witness only (Ellen Murphy) appeared against him, and her testimony merely attached suspicion, no property being traced to him.

Could the darkest chamber of the most diabolical torture enclose a more flagrant Example of Cold-blooded Cruelty than this! 

‘Such a system,’ remarks the judge, ‘bore its natural fruit,’ and he proceeds to show how the victims of it, if innocent, fought to save themselves by telling lies, literally wrung from them by torture, or by accusing innocent persons. Here is a specimen case:

Henry Watson was charged with stealing five sheets, and appears to have confessed the fact. The prisoner is sentenced to receive twenty-five lashes, and if he does not lead to the discovery of the sheets by Saturday next, he is to receive further punishment of fifty lashes.

It would appear that this miserable man Watson, not only got the stipulated fifty additional lashes, but yet another dose of fifty soon afterwards for doing that which ‘the torturing cat-o’-nine-tails had literally compelled him to do;’ because on the 25th of the same month this identical be-flogged Henry Watson was again brought before his magisterial murderers, and here is the record of what took place:

Not having made the slightest effort to recover the sheets for the rightful owner, and having endeavoured to impeach an innocent man, and causing him to be apprehended and brought before a magistrate, when it appeared he was innocent, which is since corroborated by the prisoner’s own confession, he, Henry Watson, is sentenced to receive fifty lashes and work in double irons till the magistrates may think proper to release him.

How the blood boils with indignation at the mere recital of such a record of horrors perpetrated in the name of law and justice by a gang of inhuman brutes, impiously masquerading in the guise of magistrates, sworn to impartially administer the law and to temper justice with mercy. Rather was mercy to be expected from the man-eating tiger, thirsting for human blood, than from these fiendish monsters in the shape of men whose chief occupation and delight seem to be in flaying their fellow men, and listening to their agonising shrieks.

Such was the worse than Algerian treatment of Englishmen, by Englishmen in Australia some seventy years ago; and that meted out to the

Miserable Female Prisoners,

of that dark and terrible time, would seem to have been but little better, as the following instance will show:

Bridget Rock and Margaret Murphy, prisoners, brought forward in October, 1814, for making away with a gown belonging to Mary Carney. Bridget Rock acknowledged to have had the gown from Margaret Murphy, and suspected that it was stolen, and that she gave it to Kitty White, of Sydney, for some spirits.

In pondering over the following sentence, passed upon these two women, it has to be remembered (for the records show it) that there was not a tittle of evidence against Margaret Murphy:

Bridget Rock ordered to be chained to Margaret Murphy, and to remain so chained until the gown is restored to the proper owner.

Here, as in the case of Henry Watson, condemned to work in double chains, ‘till the magistrates think proper to release him,’ the term of punishment was not specified. Now mark the logical inference to be drawn from the ludicrous and outrageous sentence passed on these two women. It is authentically recorded that the missing gown was never recovered; hence it follows that if this sentence was carried out to the strict letter and in its true spirit, these two women were joined in chains for life like 

A Pair of Siamese Twins;

they died together in chains, and were buried together in chains; and let us hope that they will be resurrected together in chains; to appear together in chains before the Judgment Seat to accuse and condemn their magisterial murderers to eternal chains in red-hot Tophet.

Judge Therry dismisses this particular phase of ‘the system’ in Sydney with the following significant observation: ‘Fifty similar sentences, in violation of all justice, reason, and humanity, might be cited, but the above will probably more than suffice, for the taste of the general reader.

’This is a very mild summary of what might be termed ‘Fifty years of Australian Horrors.’ Had the learned judge been called upon to tell the truth, and the whole truth, he would have been compelled to admit that instead of fifty similar sentences, at least 5,000 fully as bad, if not worse, could be cited from the official records of the colony, which literally teem, during a period covering nearly half a century, with examples of the fiendish ferocity of the magisterial man-flayers who ruled Australia in the name of England at the very time, when Englishmen were waxing wroth at the tyranny of Napoleon and shedding sympathetic tears over the cruel lot of the oppressed and down-trodden negro slaves.

This sympathy of Englishmen for Continental freedom, and for the Emancipation of Black Slaves, when taken in conjunction with their callous indifference towards, if not their direct condonation of, the horrid cruelties perpetrated in the name of ‘Law and Order’ on their own countrymen and women in Australia, suggests an interesting inquiry to the sociological student.

How came it that the great and generous English nation, which at different times has fought for the freedom of the world against Continental tyrants; for the emancipation of the Slaves; which made England a home and shelter for every foreign, political or social, refugee, bond or free, white or black; how came it that this gallant and chivalrous England, while fighting in the van of the battle of human progress and freedom in the other hemisphere, established and maintained in this brighter hemisphere one of the most dark and degrading and damnable systems of social oppression, accompanied by physical torture and wholesale slaughter by judicial military process, which has ever sullied the records of mankind in ancient or modern times. 

The explanation is to be found in the Chauvinistic idiosyncrasies of the English people, who are ever ready to free others without always troubling much about whether they are really free themselves.

This is strikingly illustrated by the opinions held and expressed by the Celebrated Lord Byron.

On his first going abroad in 1809, Byron, on the eve of sailing for Lisbon, wrote to his mother a letter dated from Falmouth, in which the following curious passage occurs:

The town contains many Quakers and salt fish — the oysters have a taste of copper, owing to the soil of a mining country — the women (blessed be the Corporation therefore!) are flogged at the cart’s tail when they pick and steal, as happened to one of the fair sex yesterday noon. She was pertinacious in her behaviour, and damned the Mayor.

Which was the more atrocious crime, for the Mayor to flog a woman, or for the woman to ‘damn the Mayor’ for flogging her?

The most startling or significant feature about this fact is not so much its occurrence in the country that was maintaining the Convict Hells of Botany Bay and Van Diemen’s Land, but that a great humanitarian poet like Lord Byron, should seem to approve and even exult in it.

As a matter of fact, in Byron’s time, neither law nor prison reform had been very seriously discussed in England: and he himself states in a letter to the Earl of Clare, in February, 1807:

My time has lately been much occupied with very different pursuits. I have been transporting a servant who cheated me—rather a disagreeable event— and performing in private theatricals.

As though sending a fellow creature to the Felon’s inferno was of no more consequence than playing a private farce. The person whom he got transported in such free and easy fashion was His Valet Frank, who was transported for a sentence of seven years, and as Lord Byron himself humorously relates in another letter, Frank was convicted several times after his arrival in Sydney.

His offence was cheating his master of a few pounds, which might well have been pardoned him, in view of the fact, recorded by Byron himself, that the poor fellow had gallantly risked his life, less than a year before, in destroying his Lordship’s dog, Nelson, who had gone mad, and fastened its fangs into the throat of a horse, after all the grooms and stable boys had fled in terror.

That Byron should have looked upon the transportation of such a servant, for so slight an offence, as a trivial affair, shows what a brutalising effect the ‘system’ had upon Enlightened Englishmen in England, and goes far to explain the toleration of its atrocious cruelties here.

For his day and generation, Lord Byron was a Liberal, and, as his immortal poems and his speeches in the House of Lords show, he could plead, most eloquently and sincerely for human laws, and for the emancipation of Italians from the Austrian yoke, and the freeing of Greeks from the Turkish thrall, under neither of which were such atrocities committed as those perpetrated in Australia under the horrible penal code of his own country.

In Italy, Lord Byron, for the sake of the Italians, risked his life by joining the Carbonari conspirators against the Austrians and actually sacrificed that life in the heyday of its glory, by fighting for degenerate Greeks against the Turks. Yet this great and glorious man had not a word to say, or a line of poetry to offer in denunciation of the cursed convict system which drove his fellow-countrymen in Australia to mad despair and ignominious deaths.

The fact is that though a poet, Byron was a Patrician, and a child of his own day, and he, like the majority of his class, then as now, was more ready to discover and remedy the wrongs of foreigners than those of his own countrymen. Byron’s fault was not peculiar to himself, but it was and still is a distinctly English one. It goes a long way towards explaining how “the system” in Australia was allowed to exist so long in all its horror, and why, even to-day, some of its most repulsive old regulations and methods still survive.

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Truth (Sydney, NSW: 1894–1954)

Sunday 17 March 1895

THE BLACK BOOK OF AUSTRALIAN HISTORY

By John English

No.3

I notice with pleasure that ‘A Very Old Resident,’ one of Truth’s esteemed correspondents, subjects the first chapter of the Black Book to some mild criticism on essential points, in a letter published last Sunday under the heading ‘Old Times and Old Sydney.’ He mildly but firmly takes me to task for, as he thinks, exaggerating the evils of ‘The System,’ especially the man-flaying branch of it; and while admitting that the treatment of the prisoners was atrocious, declares that I am quite wrong in concluding ‘that the same treatment was meted out to the “Government men” in the country under the humane assignment system.

’Such a conclusion may be wrong with regard to certain favoured districts and humane persons with whom ‘A Very Old Resident’ came in contact; but in the main, as applied to the bulk of the up-country convict settlements, and the majority of convicts and their masters and gaolers, that sad conclusion must stand as being only too true.

The desire of ‘A Very Old Resident’ to extol the humanity of his friends of younger days, and to paint the past as bright as truth permits, does credit to his heart, though I doubt whether some of his arguments in support of his reluctant and half-hearted justification of flogging can be regarded as creditable to either heart or head. As, for instance, when he says:

How sadly eloquent one could be upon the means resorted to for maintaining discipline in the army and navy and the merchant service. Were not sailors and soldiers flogged some years ago? Were not sailors on board East Indiamen flogged? I deprecate the horrid cruelty, but why single out this country especially as the place where the atrocious punishment was resorted to?

By such arguments one could justify the flogging of English soldiers in England by German mercenaries, for protesting against which that sturdy old Radical, William Cobbett, was sentenced to several years’ imprisonment and fined several thousand pounds. Then, to logically extend the argument, if it was right to flog Australian convicts because English sailors were flogged, and to then deduce the conclusion that it was right to flog soldiers, by a parity of reasoning, it would be right, because there are white and black slaves in Persia, Turkey, and Egypt, to permit white and black slavery in England and Australia.

No, No, it Won’t Do;

the time for saying a good word for flogging, or for listening with patience to arguments in palliation of its past horrors has gone by long ago. It is only by exposing and denouncing the ferocious brutality of which human nature has proved itself capable in Australia—under the license of harsh and degrading laws—that we can hope to humanise our criminal code, and rationalise our methods of punishment.

Of course, it is pleasing to observe that even ‘An Old Resident’ admits that, in the main, my descriptions of the state of affairs in Sydney are fairly accurate. He admits that his recollections do not go further back than 1838; whereas my contributions are based upon researches dating from the day of arrival of the first convict-governor, Phillip, to the date of the final cessation of transportation to New South Wales. Moreover, it has to be noted that by 1838 some of the worst features of the system had been stamped out, owing to the growth of a free population, the establishment of a partially free press, and the consequent growth of a healthy, humane public sentiment. By 1838 the movement in favour of the cessation of transportation had begun; and it culminated 10 years later in that great demonstration at Circular Quay to protest against the landing of the convicts from the newly arrived Government ship Hashemy, which demonstration brought about the abolition of transportation two or three years later.

So that it will be seen that even ‘A Very Old Resident’s’ recollections do not go back to the darkest days of ‘the System;’ he only saw it in its discredited decline after it had been in full and unrestrained operation for nearly fifty years.

On this particular point I am able to quote so high and recent an authority as that of Sir Henry Parkes, who arrived in Australia in 1839, and soon after made his first plunge into the stormy sea of politics from the anti-transportation platform, which he thus describes in his book of Fifty Years of Australian History:

In the meantime the question of continuance of the transportation of the British convicts to this colony was assuming an irresistible importance; and it is curious to look back now on the effect which that question had in colouring the fortunes of public men of that day. Most of the leading men of the Legislative Council had been all their lives familiarised with the system of prison labor, by assigned service, as it was called, and some of the rougher and more impetuous resented the first murmurings of opposition to which the influential classes gave voice, by loudly expressing their preference for convicts over free immigrants. Others again took the pseudo-philanthropic view that the system was not only beneficial to the colony, but beneficial to the convicts themselves. Hence, then, the anti-transportation cause fell largely into the hands of the raw men supported by the free immigrant working classes.

This agitation, which began long before 1838, grew from year to year until it culminated in an almost universal demand (in Van Diemen’s Land as well as in New South Wales) for the cessation of transportation. Commissioner Bigge’s inquiry into the expediency of abolishing transportation began in 1819 and ended in 1823; but it was not till October 22nd, 1849, that the first representative public meeting of free citizens was held in the City Theatre, Sydney, to ‘petition against the renewal of transportation.’ It was in October, 1849, that the Governor, Sir George Gipps, informed the Legislative Council that transportation had virtually ceased in the preceding month of August. The real organised agitation, however, against transportation commenced in 1835; but as late as 1839 a public meeting was held in Sydney in favour of the continuance of ‘the system.’ Even as late as 1843 a public petition was promoted by the interested convict-labour-sweaters in favour of the continuance or revival of transportation; but its promoters and their proposal were not popular, and they were denounced as ‘The Squattocracy,’ who wished to thrive and fatten, literally, on the blood and sweat of their fellow creatures.

And even after the first abolition of ‘the system’ no less a person than the Right Honorable Wm. Ewart Gladstone (who in 1838 had championed black slavery in the House of Commons) proposed, in a dispatch which he wrote in 1846 as Secretary for the Colonies, that transportation should be revived in New South Wales. It was this characteristic Gladstone proposal which gave rise to the first organised public meeting above referred to. A petition against the proposal, and bearing no less than 2,000 authenticated signatures, was signed within four days, and Sir Henry Parkes in his book, already quoted from, thus describes the culmination and final success of the anti-transportation movement:

The question of the revival of transportation had been raised by an address from the Legislative Council, ‘expressing the willingness of that body to concur in the introduction into the colony of convicts holding tickets of leave or conditional pardons,’ on condition that an equal number of free immigrants should be sent out at the expense of the Imperial Government. The English Minister did not wait long before acting upon the official communication of the Legislature in Sydney, and though he was not prepared to send the immigrants asked for, he supplied the convicts in advance. It was long known beforehand that ships were on their way to the colony with English prisoners, and the feeling of opposition discovered itself in murmurous uneasiness and resentment among all classes, the defenders and apologists of the Secretary of State and his policy being confined to individuals and small sections. Little else was talked about for days before the arrival of the first ship. On June 6th, 1849, the convict ship Hashemy entered Port Jackson, and anchored off the city of Sydney. On the same day, and on the following day, several ships with immigrants arrived under the old regulations, the immigrants having left England, it was presumed, in the belief that transportation to New South Wales had ceased for ever. On June 8th the ship Emigrant, with 320 immigrants on board, and the ship John Bright, with 236 on board, arrived in port. On the 9th the Emma Eugenia, with 181 immigrants, the Diana, with 229, and the James Gibb, with 281, also arrived. Thus to furnish material for the anti-transportation orators, the detested convict-ship lay upon the waters of Port Jackson, surrounded by ships full of free-immigrants, whose total number had reached within the two days 1,180. Immediately an open-air meeting was called to protest against the landing of the convicts; the place chosen was at the Circular Quay, almost in sight of the ships. The day of meeting opened very unpropitiously, heavy rain falling all the morning; but, regardless of the weather, most of the places of business were closed, and the people assembled to the number of 7,000 or 8,000, in the pouring rain. This meeting was of a character which, for its self-reliant spirit and enthusiastic resolve, was hitherto unprecedented in Australia, and it was long known as The Great Protest Meeting, from which must be dated the final and absolute overthrow of the accursed system.

At this memorable meeting a most remarkable public protest was formulated and adopted against the revival of convict transportation. The terms of this Protest are at once so energetic, and indicative of the real state of public opinion at this particular juncture of the colony’s history, that it is worthy of being quoted in extenso:

We, the free and loyal subjects of Her Most Gracious Majesty, inhabitants of the City of Sydney and its immediate neighbourhood, in public meeting assembled, do hereby enter our most deliberate and solemn protest against the transportation of British criminals to the colony of New South Wales.

Firstly— Because it is in violation of the will of the majority of colonists, as is clearly evidenced by their expressed opinions at all times.

Secondly— Because numbers among us have emigrated on the faith of the British Government that transportation to this colony had ceased for ever.

Thirdly— Because it is incompatible with our aspirations as a free colony, desiring self-government, to be made the receptacle of another country’s felons.

Fourthly— Because it is in the highest degree unjust to sacrifice the great social and political interests of the colony at large to the pecuniary profit of a fraction of its inhabitants.

Fifthly— Because, being devoutly attached to the British Crown, we greatly fear that the perpetration of so stupendous an act of injustice by Her Majesty’s Government will go far towards alienating the affections of the people of this colony from the mother country.For these, and for many other reasons — in the exercise of our duty to our country, for the love of our families, in the strength of our loyalty to Great Britain and from the depth of our reverence to Almighty God — we protest against the landing again of British convicts on these shores.

I have deemed it essential to thus quote from those to whom the abolition of transportation is mainly due, in order to show that even before 1838 the public spirit had arisen in its organised might against ‘the System,’ which, thank God, it is my privilege and pleasure to denounce. This great Constitutional agitation brought to the front some of the most Prominent and Able Public Men which the colony has produced, among others Messrs. Daniel Henry Deniehy, F. B. Mort, W. B. Piddington, E. C. Weekes, Robert Campbell, John Lamb, Robert Lowe (Viscount Sherbrooke), Sir Archibald Michie, and James Norton. These political pioneers, backed up by every decent disinterested citizen in Sydney and suburbs, gave the first impetus to Constitutional Progress and Freedom.

The character and effect of which Sir Henry Parkes thus describes in his book:

The proceedings of this new combination of men surprised and produced something like consternation in the minds of the old colonial magnates who had hitherto ruled with a peculiar order of absolutism (representing the artificial feeling of domination on the one hand, and of submission on the other) which characterised old Virginian society. Mr. James Norton, long regarded as the leading solicitor of the colony, was a stately old gentleman of Patrician appearance and peremptory manner, who lived on a fine estate out at Sydney, which is now (1895) a popular suburb. He was unquestionably a person of much consequence in those days. I heard Mr. Norton addressing a public meeting, describe the effect of the convict system upon the character and manners of the ‘country gentlemen’ of the period as similar to that produced by slavery on the slaveholding planters of the Southern States of America. It had enervated their character, depraved their manners, given them false notions of labour and capital, and in many instances had sown the seeds of their own ruin. At first the outspoken condemnation of Mr. Norton and others like him gave much offence to their own class; but a rapidly-forming public opinion had set in, which soon became too strong for any attempt at social ostracism. Nine out of ten of the immigrant classes had from the first joined the movement against the revival of transportation, and most of the merchants and storekeepers, and the whole artisan body of the metropolis, gave breath and force to the wave which in a short time swept all before it. On the one side was loyalty and the large country employers — the men who having obtained free grants of land and the assignment of convict servants, appeared to look upon as the one great end of life the ambition to found families, and combine with them, the few officials who were appointed direct from Imperial authority in England, with a few aristocratic sympathisers about Sydney. On the other side were united all the independent elements of the population, and of these it might have been truly said of the Hamlet that — ‘One was for a Party and all were for the State.’

The first great agitation deserved the celebrated Australian Anti-Transportation League of 1850; the effects of which splendid and steadfast patriotic organisation resulted (as Sir Henry Parkes says in his book) in the revocation of Gladstone’s ‘hateful Orders in Council, which authorised the revival of transportation’ in 1852, and thus ‘the fair land of Australia was now free for ever more.

’Thus it will be seen that the horrors of ‘The System’ in 1838 must have been appreciably mitigated by the glorious agitation. Those whose reminiscences go no further back than that year can know little or nothing of the worst features of the Convict System, which, as will be shown in a future article, was worse in the country districts than in Sydney and its suburbs.

About the Author

James T. Ryan (also known as James Tobias “Toby” Ryan, 1818–1899) was the author of Reminiscences of Australia.

His Parents

Father: John Michael Tobin Ryan (also known as John Ryan), a printer.

Mother: Mary Rope (1791–1872), daughter of First Fleet convicts.

His Maternal Grandparents (Most Famous Ancestors)

These are the ones Toby Ryan highlighted in his book — he covered “35 years of his ancestors” through them:

Grandfather: Anthony Rope (c.1756–1843) — Convict on the First Fleet aboard HMS Alexander. Sentenced to 7 years transportation.

Grandmother: Elizabeth Pulley (c.1762–1837) — Convict on the First Fleet (originally aboard HMS Friendship, later transferred). Sentenced to 7 years for theft.

Anthony Rope and Elizabeth Pulley were among the very first couples married in the new colony (May 1788 at Sydney Cove).

Their eldest son, Robert Rope (born late 1788), was claimed by Toby Ryan to be the first white male child born in Australia (nine months and ten days after the Fleet’s arrival).Summary of Toby Ryan’s Direct Line

Maternal Grandparents: Anthony Rope + Elizabeth Pulley (First Fleet convicts, married 1788).

Mother: Mary Rope (born 1791).

Father: John Michael Tobin Ryan.

James Tobias “Toby” Ryan himself (born 4 January 1818 near Penrith / Castlereagh).

Toby Ryan was therefore a second-generation Australian with deep First Fleet roots on his mother’s side. This gave him strong credibility when writing about early colonial life, convict conditions, and the Pennant Hills / Emu Plains / Nepean district.






Friday, 22 May 2026

Fish and chips


Saturday Referee and the Arrow (Sydney, NSW : 1912 - 1916)

Saturday 17 January 1914

BERT, THE FISH-AND-CHIPS MAN

MEDITATIONS ON MANLY

THE CARNIVAL CONSIDERED

(By N.LO.)“So you’re goin’ over to the Manly carnival,” said Bert, the fish-and-chips man. 

“Wouldn’t mind goin’ meself, only I ’ave to git back to biz.

“Manly’s a diff’rent place now to what it used to be. 

Reminds me of one of them suburbs a man ’as sometimes lived in. When you’re first there everythink’s like nature, but first thing you know nature’s ashfelted. 

That is if the residents git together and don’t give the council no rest till things are done, and if they keep it up all the time.

“Yes, if you go to Manly now it’s

NATURE AND ASHFELT 

all right. 

There’s them new surf-sheds (I wonder if it’s true that any outsider ’oo likes can see into them from above), and all sorts of arrangements. Entertainment and food, and lovemakin’ all like the city. You could think you was in Sydney if you didn’t think.

“I ’ear one of the councillors says they ought to ashfelt right down to the water’s edge. Why not ’ave a bit under the water, too? Knawin’ might go better, though.

“Them chairs used to be very pop’lar when mixed bathin’ first took a jump ahead. Funny about Ma Gullasone, when she took a trip down there one time. She asked ’ow much the chairs was, and the bloke said thrippence. So she give ’im thrippence and starts luggin’ a chair towards ’ome. She ought to ’a known better, because she’d ’ad a similar experience at one of the big grocers. She saw some bacon marked ‘take the piece,’ so ’anded it. She don’t shove it in ’er Peggy-bag, or whatever they call it, and ’ad a ’ard job persuadin’ the manager she wasn’t a philatelist, or whatever that word is for people that steals things in shops. 

“They go big at Manly at carnival time all right. Wouldn’t mind runnin’ a little refreshment joint there meself. After all it’s

US PEOPLE THAT PERVIDES FOOD AND DRINKS

that does the best out of most carnivals. About the same with me as with the Australia.

“Carnivals always remind me of church. So many women and girls there ’oose object seems to be to see other women and girls ’oo’ve come to see them, and ’ow they’re dressed! 

Some of them stays down the pier end all the time, sittin’ on a beach in the reserve, or in a boat if they ’ave a bloke to take them out. 

It’s not reel rowin’. You just sort of tie your boat up to one of the ripples, and talk mild jokes to the girl, and look each side of you to see if people are noticin’ ’ow you can make ’er laugh. 

But that’s the way with a lot of water carnivals. The old ’Enley in England, or the Australian ’Enleys that ’ave sprang up the last eight or nine years, are pretty like it. 

One set of girls git in boats or barges, and look as if they’s thinkin’ ‘Don’t you wish you was me?’ And another lot sit on the benches in the reserve, if they ain’t all gone, and give Charlie ’ints about ’avin’ a boat. But per’aps Charlie only buys them

LOLLIES, CHOCOLATES’

from an old man instead. Some Charlies don’t even do that. The fare over ’as broke them, p’r’aps.

“When you’ve got through the Corso it’s diff’rent. They seem to be enjoyin’ themselves more there. Them that’s got their clo’es orf, anyway. The only man I’ve ever seen that didn’t look ’appy when ’e got ’is clo’es orf was Chidley. But I don’t s’pose it would do for a martyr to snarl.

“The diff’rent events are amusin’. Most of the people ’oo are there don’t know ’oo’s won till they see it in the paper next day. The young ’eroes ’oo are competin’ think they’re distinguishin’ themselves under the eye of beauty an’ chivalry, as it says in that pome about Waterloo; but the fact is, ’arf the beauty and chivalry ’ardly knows what’s doin’. 

All the bloke knows is that it’s ’is duty to take the girl somewhere on ’er afternoon orf, an’ that Manly ought to do, and all the girl knows is that when there’s an extra lot of people at Manly, an’ the merry-go-round is kep’ livelier than usual, an’ grinds its barrel-organ extra fast, that’s a carnival, and a carnival seems the sort of thing that you ought to be at.

“I knew one bloke ’oo made quite a reputation with the girls for knowin’ Manly because ’e

USED TO POINT TO A MAN

an’ say, ‘That’s ’Appy ’Igher,’ and then tell them somethin’ about what ’Appy ’ad did in the way of life-savin’. ’E’d read it in a paper, but ’e didn’t tell them that. 

’E spoke as if ’Appy wouldn’t ’a done it only for knowin’ ’im.“The fact is, the judges and the people that ’elp them, and the competitors, and the reporters, are about the only ones that know very much about what’s goin’ on. 

And I’ve ’arf a idea that a few of the reporters don’t know much until they worril someone ’oo’s on the committee, so they can give a thrillin’ account of ‘what ’our representative observed.’

“There’s more ways than one of spendin’ a ’appy day at Manly. I’ve known blokes ’oo went down to see the carnival and never got farther than the first pub. They done their surf-bathin’ in powder. 

Y’ see, there’s two kinds of surf-bathin’— one applied inside an’ one outside. The outside sort works in, an’ makes you feel good all over. And the inside sort works out— p’r’aps in good temper, and p’r’aps in fights.

“After all, Manly’s just the same as most other places in ’avin’ a diff’rent attraction for diff’rent people. With some it’s sport, or just gen’ral enjoyment in or out of the surf; with some it’s palin’, and with some it’s girls.”


Sunday Mail (Brisbane, Qld. : 1926 - 1954)
Sunday 7 August 1927
FISH AND CHIPS 
POPULAR DISH

Why are so many things that are agreeable referred to as vulgar? Why should we be expected to prove our refinement by turning up our noses at the mention of so savoury a combination as fish and chips? 
The question is brought home to thinking people by an incident at a meeting of a certain municipal council. One member supported an application for the opening of a fish and chip shop, saying it would supply a kind of supper extremely popular with visitors; other members were horrified at the suggestion that the place attracted fish and chip eaters.

The champion of fish and chips refused to withdraw, even asserting that fish and chips had become a staple food.
It cannot be denied; any doubter has only to keep our own fish-supper shops under observation to see what a roaring — or sizzling — trade they do. 

Many a fish and chip supper is eaten in the streets — and shall not the town dweller have his picnic? — and many are taken in their usual paper bag, to carry a festive atmosphere into homes humble and not so humble. 

The poet might even see such bagfuls as emblematic, containing the tribute of the sea and the tribute of the land. If scentless fish suppers could be produced as some sensitive people wish, the air of our city byways would be the poorer and less nourishing.




The News (Adelaide, SA : 1923 - 1954)

Tuesday 7 June 1927

 FRIED FISH AND CHIPS First Dealer Makes Fortune

RISE OF MR. WINTER 

"Fried fish and chips!"

Many purveyors of these appetising morsels, so dear to the "digger" in France, will envy Mr. Bernard Winter, who accumulated a small fortune in a short time by the sale of fish and chips.

To start from scratch and record a profit of £3,000 after four years in business is a remarkable achievement. It could only be attained by a man possessing a keen business instinct. 

Since he landed in South Australia in 1911, Mr. Winter’s business career has been one of rapid advance.

It is his ambition to improve Hindley Street West. He has purchased from the estate of the late Mrs. Emma Birdseye, of Bromley, England, the freehold of the Castle Inn at the corner of Hindley and Morphett streets, together with eight adjoining shops. 

He plans many improvements to the hotel and will rebuild the shops on modern lines.

Thriving Business

When Mr. Winter arrived at Port Adelaide he was paid off by Capt. Bradley of the Inverancy, owned by the Aberdeen Company. For several years he was employed at Port Adelaide by Cave & Co. and a tug company.

He saved some money and, with a determination to succeed, opened a shop for the sale of fried fish and chips. Mr. Winter claims to be the first man to open a shop of that kind in this State. 

It became a thriving concern. 

The sale of fish and chips was followed by the sale of wine in a saloon he conducted opposite the Port Adelaide Police Station.

Perhaps the most remarkable incident in the career of this interesting businessman is a deal in millions of gallons of claret with France during the Great War. The liquor was sent at great risk, but he possessed unbounded faith in those with whom he was dealing. He received payment for the claret after hostilities had ceased.

Mr. Winter used to supply many French boats at the port with wine. From the wine saloon, Mr. Winter (who was born in Antwerp, Belgium) transferred his operations to the business of a hotelkeeper. The Commercial Hotel, Port Adelaide, became his property.

Looking for fresh fields to conquer, he sold that hotel and set up in a similar business at Tumby Bay. From there he went to Port Lincoln, where he built his own hotel — The Great Northern.

Sympathy with Seamen

The memory of Mr. and Mrs. Winter has been perpetuated by the erection of a statue of justice at the corner of St. Vincent Street and Commercial Road, Port Adelaide. When he returned from his second visit to Europe, Mr. Winter brought home a beautiful statue, which he presented to the town — an act that was greatly appreciated.

He gained popularity through his sympathy with the seamen during the maritime strike of 1909. His generosity to the wives and families of the men during a time of acute distress made him a warm favourite. 

In the bar of the Castle Inn is a framed address from the Seamen’s Union bearing testimony to the generosity of Mr. Winter during those strenuous days. Signatories include Messrs. A. C. Woodsford (chairman), John Barreau (president), T. Taylor (secretary), and S. G. Kemble (treasurer).


Sunday Times (Perth, WA : 1902 - 1955)

Sunday 29 November 1936

FISH-AND-CHIPS.

Questioned as to how and why he fell in love with his wife, a well-known businessman of Perth said he “became attached to her by the way she cooked and served up fish-and-chips.”

Talk not of tripe and onions; curried sausages and mash,

Fillet steak and artichokes, stewed mutton, chops and hash;

Boast not of how your bonny wife attracted you to her

By the way she killed a rabbit and deprived it of its fur.

Skite not it was her cooking that attracted you for good,

Once you tasted ham and kidney grilled above a fire of wood;

And also don’t assert ’twas Yorkshire pudding, plus some beef,

Made you look upon your loved one as an angel past belief.  

For here is our example of the way that Cupid toils

Apart from hashmagandies, Irish stews and roasts and boils.

You may lure him from his mother with your soft and loving lips,

But they’re nothing in comparison with good old Fish-and-Chips! — 

THE UNDERSTUDY.




Smith's Weekly (Sydney, NSW : 1919 - 1950)

Saturday 2 April 1938

Unique Fish Shop

You can go into any fish shop in Australia, except one, ask for fish and chips, and get service with a smile; but in the oldest and tiniest fish shop in the Commonwealth such an order would be met with a pained and shocked look.

On the walls, in heavy gilt frames, are warrants granting to the shop the patronage of seven Governors-General, fifteen State Governors, and three Lieutenant-Governors. 

The documents make almost a complete row around three walls of the minute fish-mongery, leaving only a few inches of space into which has been squeezed a testimonial from the late Dame Nellie Melba.

It is the proud boast of the shop that no fish in a fried state has ever passed out of its door, nor ever will while the owners remain fishmongers and poulterers to Melbourne’s inner social circle.

After 80 Years The business was established in Toorak Road, South Yarra, over 80 years ago by Mr. David Brian. Dave started fishmongering with a basket on his arm, prospered, and bought the shop, which has not been altered, except for a few coats of paint, from that day.

Count Garibaldi, the famous Italian statesman and soldier, conducted a small business with his wife — who made braces for the gentry — in a shop two doors away from Brian’s, after he had been exiled from his native land.

About 50 years ago, Brian died, and bequeathed the business to his partner, who sold it to Mrs. Mary Mason in 1910. Mrs. Mason still owns the shop.

Lord Stonehaven and she were friends. As a girl she had lived on his father’s estate in Scotland. But the Governor-General she liked most was Lord Denman, who, by the size of his account, liked fish and fowl more than any other holder of his office. Often his bill would be around £200 a month.In contrast, a certain State Governor’s order for a week would consist of ½ lb smoked fish and six oysters.

No cat was kept at Government House at that time.

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Tuesday, 5 May 2026

Sir Henry Wrixon "Men at home. "Punch". 1903.

 Punch (Melbourne, Vic. : 1900 - 1918; 1925)

Thu 27 Aug 1903 Page 25

Victoria’s Representative Men At Home.  

NO. 2. — The President of the Legislative Council 

SIR HENRY WRIXON.


                                        Sir Henry Wrixon Lady Wrixon Miss Wrixon & doggo

Henry J. Wrixon, son of the late Judge Wrixon, claims, with many other distinguished Australians, Ireland as his place of birth. He was born in Dublin in the year 1839—came to Victoria as a boy in 1850. Was sent to Dublin University to complete his education in 1858. Here he obtained two gold medals given by the Historical Branch of the University. He was called to the Irish Bar in 1860, and to the Victorian Bar upon his return to Victoria in 1865. He entered the Victorian Parliament in 1870, and was several times Minister of the Crown. He was elected President of the Legislative Council upon the retirement of Sir Wm. Zeal in 1901. Knighted in 1892.

When the President of the Legislative Council of the State of Victoria is not in another place he is to be found at home at “Raheen,” a commodious mansion situated in the highest part of Kew. The building commands an extensive panorama of views. It overlooks Studley Park and the Yarra on one side, and on the other Heidelberg and the outer northern suburbs lie stretched below upon a variegated carpet, which stretches from the Dandenong Ranges to Mount Macedon.




Although the duties of the President of a Legislative Council are not, like a Governor’s, all-time-absorbing, Sir Henry Wrixon is not a man of leisure, as the word is usually understood. His official position demands attendance at functions and ceremonies that can scarcely be regarded as specially attractive or entertaining to a man who is by nature and inclination a student.

Some men when “at home” delight to take their leisure at other men’s work. One will toil patiently in his garden, digging and pruning; another, perhaps a judge, will exchange the Bench of Themis for that of the carpenter, and find his pleasure in chips and shavings; whilst yet another will work, as paid men do not work, at turning, fret-sawing, photography and what-not. These men do, willingly and without fee or reward, hard work which on compulsion they would not undertake for a thousand a year.

“The labour we delight in physics pain.”

Sir Henry Wrixon’s delights do not run in the muscular groove. His appetite in his leisure hours is for “the dainties that are bred in a book.” His playground is his library, richly stocked with volumes, many of them such as the average reader would consider excessively dry reading. Reports of commissions and weighty pamphlets form no inconsiderable portion of his library, and the occupant devours a choice report of an American or a European congress with the same enthralling interest as the man in the street experiences over a new novel.

                                  

Student and deep reader though he be, Sir Henry Wrixon has found sufficient leisure to write a novel. Its title is “Jacob Shumate,” and it has just been published in two volumes. Although a work of fiction, it is not of the popular or sensational kind. In part, it may be regarded as containing a good many autobiographical touches, and the incidents are such as have, or might have occurred in Sir Henry Wrixon’s own political career. “Jacob Shumate” is a study of many characters that the author has no doubt met, and, indeed, are tolerably familiar to all who have seen much of Victorian politics. 

The observations of his working life have furnished Sir Henry Wrixon with much material. Much of his leisure time has been devoted to recording his impressions and his observations, and this record he has again remoulded into the story of “Jacob Shumate.”

Link to:Jacob Shumate.

It is well known that men of legal and studious turn of mind have occasionally suggested appliances and inventions which have baffled more practical intellects. An instance is afforded by a contrivance of the simplest kind invented—but not patented—by Sir Henry Wrixon. The idea is simplicity and effectiveness combined, and it may be suggested for adoption by persons who write or read much by artificial light. 

Reporters and others shield their eyes by a screen on the forehead above the eyes, a method practically useless, even deleterious, if the light is above and in front, for the rays striking downwards upon the white paper are reflected with little loss of power straight into the eyes. Sir Henry Wrixon found this to be the case, and, thinking the matter out, perfected his “invention.” The lamp is placed above and behind the reader or the writer, and a dark, adjustable screen is hung upon the lamp. This screen is pulled open to any required extent. 

The result is that the rays of light falling upon the white paper from above and behind are reflected at an angle equal to that of incidence and away from the eyes. A maximum of illumination is thus secured with an absence of any direct and a minimum of reflected rays upon the vision. 

Sight is of all the senses the most precious and its care a vivid necessity to persons of middle age. Sir Henry Wrixon’s method may be recommended to all. The illustration in this article, showing Sir Henry in his library, will more fully explain the sight-saving appliance.

                                                             Sight-saving appliance.

At home and in private life Sir Henry Wrixon is one of the quietest of men. There is an utter absence of all “frill.” He is almost necessarily a pleasant companion and agreeable conversationalist, for he has read much and seen much, and all that he has read and seen he has observed and stored up in a particularly retentive mind. 

But he is always willing to learn, and he will listen with profound and respectful attention even to a novice. 

It is his opinion that something may be learnt from every book and every human being. Therefore he never casts either aside, but “looks through” it or him or her, certain that he will add some little pebble of information to the mound of his knowledge.

His leisure may be truly said to be spent in reading—it may be the books in his library or it may be those still more varied and interesting books, men and women, the curious volumes that crowd the shelves of each man’s life.

LINK TO:-

Sir Henry Wrixon   Colonial Conference at Ottawa 1895

Sir Henry Wrixon   Sir Henry Wrixon "Socialism: being Notes on a Political Tour" 1897

Sir Henry Wrixon   Jacob Shumate.

Sir Henry Wrixon   Pattern Nation1906

Sir Henry Wrixon.  THE RELIGION OF THE COMMON MAN. Published Book reviews 1909









Friday, 1 May 2026

SIR HENRY WRIXON'S NOVEL. Jacob Shumate, Book review by 1903.



                                                 Sir Henry in his office library Raheen Kew. Vic.

The Australasian (Melbourne, Saturday 15 August 1903)

Sir Henry Wrixon's Novel.

Jacob Shumate 

(Or The People's March, A Voice From The Ranks) 

An author, whether he is concerned with social problems or his visit to throw his message into the form of fiction. Numbers of people will read a novel who would close the door to a more austere form. 

Sir Henry Wrixon has elected to do this in order to bring before the community a picture of democracy and democratic public life as it has presented itself to him during his long career in Victoria, and his choice can be thoroughly justified. 

To a large extent Jacob Shumate may be accepted as giving the real experiences of the writer, but had he confined himself to writing his reminiscences he would not have appealed to so large a body of readers as he is now likely to secure, and he would not have had the freedom which he enjoys when he attributes sentiments and opinions to different people. 

Probably a just criticism would be that he has not trusted to fiction sufficiently. There is so little fiction, that from the standpoint of a novel the book is soon felt to be a make-believe. 

But readers have to thank Sir Henry Wrixon for an interesting and often vivid narrative of the experiences of a candidate new to public life; of the incidents that befall him; of the difficulties that beset his path; of the people he meets with. 

The whole gives us, what the author desires to set forth, a lively view of the working of democracy in a new country.

Of the people who are depicted, it may be said that every candidate comes across them, one and all. Very odd some of them are, and of the oddities we have careful studies.

Those who know anything of a political canvass will meet with familiar figures at every page, and will enjoy meeting them also.

"Among the many persons sketched in these pages," writes Sir Henry Wrixon, "there will be found neither great names nor great villains. 

The only excuse that the writer can offer for the absence of characters so useful to the dramatic force of a story is that he has not, in fact, found either heroes or villains in his every-day experience of democratic institutions; and he has sought throughout to be above all things a truthful chronicler of what he has observed." 

Sir Henry has good-naturedly closed his eyes to a few men who have had their day on the political stage; men who could easily have been posed for the wicked parts in the play; and, on the other hand, he finds a very complete hero in Edward Fairlie Frankfort, the young University professor, with whose political fortunes the book is concerned. 

His ideas are exalted, his principles are those of the high-toned, philosophical, but cautious radical whom Sir Henry Wrixon has always dearly loved. The author has had evident delight in fashioning the character, and in no situation in which he is placed would Sir Henry Wrixon himself have desired to act differently from the Frankfort decision.

Frankfort is installed as professor of sociology in the city of Miranda, in the province of Excelsior, and it will be noted that the coincidence that occurs between Monmouth and Macedon repeats itself in Miranda and Melbourne. 

He becomes known as an advanced and earnest social teacher, and he is invited to stand for the constituency of Brassville, the electors of which are utterly disgusted with the sitting member, Mr. Ebenezer Meeks, because the last loan bill was allowed to pass without any provision for the £250,000 reservoir to which the district considered itself entitled. 

Ebenezer had also fairly enraged the local temperance party by voting for the transfer of a license from a bush shanty to a palace hotel. But all the communications from Brassville conclude, as did the letter from Frankfort's banker uncle, "Of course you go hammer and tongs for the reservoir." 

That the candidate will work night and day to secure the expenditure of £250,000 in the district is assured us as a matter of course. Indeed, nothing is brought home to the reader more thoroughly than the perils that face our local democracy through the local scramble for public works, and through the electioneering power of the ever-growing mass of the public servants in their organised associations. 

Sir Henry Wrixon bears willing witness to the patriotism and to the humanitarian aspirations of the people, and also to the personal honesty of the representatives as a body. But every district demands its share of the scramble, and its just share looms very large in the local imagination, and the member who will not, or cannot, strike log-rolling bargains, is apt to go to the wall.

Such is the fate that awaits poor Ebenezer Meeks. Meeks was very willing to log-roll, but he was jockeyed. The district can be corrupted in this way, and though the member does not pocket cheques, he often has to pocket his convictions. 

If any innocent mortal should suppose that Sir Henry Wrixon has put too much "local works" colour into his picture, he may be reminded of the statement just made by the Premier of an adjacent state:—

"I am besieged for money wherever I go. This district has very little claim on the Government. Their member constantly votes against it." Sir Henry Wrixon could not make any one of his characters talk more plainly of a demoralising practice that borders on corruption.

The letters, appeals, and articles come as a shock to Frankfort. "Could it be, here, on the very threshold of his public career, his prospects of usefulness in public life depended on a reservoir? 

All his knowledge, ability, aspirations, ideals, prospects mixed up in some way with the reservoir? No, that was too absurd." However, it is so. 

Frankfort has to study the reservoir question, and he soon discovers that the work is a melancholy, palpable job; that it will never pay interest, and that it will be inevitably thrown on the hands of the Government. 

However, he can canvass the constituency before making up his mind about the undue pressure. He goes on with his canvass because the opportune failure of the proposed £10,000,000 loan sets the reservoir question aside for the time being. The interest of the book lies in the people Frankfort meets, and in the demands they make. 

Quiggle, the electioneering agent, is capitally drawn, with his cheery manner, his constant advice, "Keep her free, sir; keep her free," meaning that the candidate should never commit himself to a refusal, and his ready undertaking to give the pledges Frankfort could not.

Any demand made by an elector Quiggle can explain is right, and one that really ought to be granted. On outside subjects there is a bewildering if charming variety of opinion. 

In every hut and shanty, in every homestead men and women are to be found, thinking and theorising, spinning out devices of the brain, to cope with the questions of life. 

"Thinking has become democratised. It used to be the privilege of the few. Now it is the recreation of the many. If our civilisation fails it will not be for want of advice." 

Frankfort visits Mother Dole, who keeps a refreshment shanty, "because," as Quiggle explains, "though she can't vote herself she makes the others vote, and as she tells them, too." Mother Dole is emphatic on the woman's right question.

 "If I've got to get my dray along the bog road there I put a team of bullocks till't. If I mixed them, half heifers and half steers, the dray would get stuck there, stuck there, well, till I'd begun to say my prayers." 

A delightful conversation follows on these lines. But Mrs. Quiggle—for the agent has a wife as bright as himself—puts the issue this way.

 "Only married women should have the franchise. What a single woman wants is not a vote but a husband. She ain't a real woman if she is satisfied with a vote." 

While a third speaker declares, "You and your friends quite overlook the obvious fact that if every woman is entitled to one vote, the woman who is a mother is entitled to two. She has performed a service, perhaps at the risk of her life, which is not only useful to the community, but essential to its existence. Is she to get nothing for this from the state that she builds up?" 

Jacob Shumate, whose name, oddly enough, is given to the book, is known to all politicians. He is disappointed in life, he has been fed by the radical press. He is shrewd, lean, and discontented. 

His fixed idea is that the people have been robbed of the land, though the land laws are the direct making of the people. 

He strongly objects to the Government helping to extirpate the rabbits:—"Fifty-three families in this district are supported by trapping rabbits, and others are employed by the wire-fencing; but surely, Mr. Shumate, you would not preserve the rabbits merely to bleed the land-owners?"  

"Why not, sir? If you will only count all the value grasped by the land-owner on the unearned increment, as was set out by John Stuart Mill, you will see that the rabbits make a very moderate levy indeed on behalf of the community at large."  

"Still, as a thinking man, you will not say that the prosperity of the country would be increased by the destruction of any kind of wealth."  "Pardon me, sir, but I do say it," Jacob Shumate replied.

And he proceeds to argue the proposition in the terms with which our local radicals have been duly supplied. What Shumate argues for is a Government grant to the Red Parrot Exportation Company, for the catching of the parrots will employ thousands, and the industry will be novel and honest. 

A kindred spirit is Karl Brumm, the German selector:—"Quiggle tells me that you favour the decimal system?"  "What intelligent man does not? Only there, too, people will miss the point. It should be a duodecimal system. You can take an even quarter, half, or three-fourths of twelve, but you cannot of ten. Yet people do not notice these simple fundamental things.

"The selector who gives his vote to the member who will help to get him his title deeds without his complying with the conditions, and the local land officer who touts for sham testimonials, the railway guard who is a political boss as local president of the Train and Rail Workers' Association, Mr. Seeker, the secretary of the great State Workers' Association itself, and his mode of operation, all appear on the scene. 

And the volumes are studded with valuable obiter dicta. Thus we have the opinion of Ernest Hooper, the state school teacher, on religion in schools. He insists on opening with a devout prayer, in which all sane men can join, and an inspiriting hymn. But he holds that "religious teaching by a state teacher would be of little value.

 This teaching is a very difficult matter in our times. The danger is obvious. When children grow up and find that some things taught them by rote as facts are not really facts, they are very apt to think that all they have learned is much the same, and that religion generally is a make-believe.

"The curious can make many guesses at the political characters introduced. Some of them are sufficiently obvious. Two of them — Mr. Dorland, the founder of the University in which Frankfort is a professor, and Jortin, a large manufacturer, are avowedly American types, and they and the University and currency episodes in which they figure might have been omitted with great advantage as irrelevant, and as unduly swelling the size of a work, the huge proportions of which are its great drawback. 

The author's friends, who will wish the book to be the success its merits deserve, must regret that it was not cut down by some judicious editor by at least one half. 

After a failure in Parliament and a defeat at an election, when he repudiates the reservoir, Frankfort marries the daughter of the big local land-owner, and settles down in life and becomes the local member again. 

But the individual fictional part of the work, as we have said, is very small. There is a final chapter, in which the future of the province of Excelsior is sketched. 

The most important paragraph reads:—"The problem of combining state industries with political independence, it was not given to the present generation of Excelsior to solve. They tried experiments. 

The more the Government drifted under the Socialist impulse into industrial undertakings, the more helpless it got politically, and the more true political life withered.

How it will ultimately work out experience, not speculation, must reveal. Either it will result in the full Socialist ideal, with the loss of political independence, or the individuality of the people will assert itself, and private enterprise and self-reliance will live again. "No doubt this is a true statement; no doubt also we are at the parting of the ways.

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                                                       Lady Wrixon Miss Wrixon and doggo.

The Age (Melbourne, Vic. : 1854 - 1954)

Sat 4 Jan 1913, Page 4

NEW BOOKS.

Frankfort, or Politics Among the People, by Sir Henry Wrixon, K.C. (London: Macmillan and Co.)

Sir Henry Wrixon has published what may be regarded as a revised and elaborated edition of his previous political study, “Jacob Shumate.” The learned author makes no pretence to artistic work as a novelist, and his object is not to furnish an example of literary style. 

He is an experienced observer of political Vanity Fair; he has first-hand knowledge of its motive forces, private or public, and he chooses the most popular form of presenting his thoughts and conclusions.

The characters are numerous, and for the most part represent types familiar in our own community. The author does not develop them according to the methods of most modern fiction. 

They are not left to reveal themselves by their own acts and words, and they do not betray their strength or weakness through the medium of ingenious dramatic situations. 

After the manner of a kindly guide, philosopher and friend, he appears to conduct his reader on an inspection of his creations; explaining their peculiarities and political views, occasionally passing judgment on their personal and political merits. 

Very often the characters have little or no connection with the story; they are needed merely to make the political gallery the more representative.

Of necessity these methods are fatal to economy of material and directness of treatment. The narrative expands amazingly. It carries the weight, too, of many aphorisms, proverbs, quotations and lecturettes—all very interesting in themselves, but detrimental to the progress of the story.

As the object of the book is to illustrate the practical working of present-day politics and indicate political tendencies, these things are comparatively unimportant.

The hero — Edward F. Frankfort — is a Scotchman born of English parents, who by spare living and high thinking earns an education and is admitted to the bar. After a little press work in the old country he leaves for the colony of “Excelsior,” there to make his career. 

He is a young man of high principles and self-reliance. He is ambitious and believes in facing the battle of life like a man “the very opposite of a more recent gospel for the poor, which professes to abolish the need for struggle by making all comfortable upon the dead level of the plain beneath.”

It is not long before he is a candidate for the suffrages of “Brassville.” The main object of that constituency is to secure Government loan moneys to the amount of £500,000 for the construction of a reservoir. 

Incidentally the greater part of Brassville’s politics seems to consist of personal greed, trickery and selfishness. The reservoir business is a job. Still it is necessary for the local member to support it with enthusiasm. 

Frankfort’s conscience rebels. All his closest and most influential friends want the reservoir, right or wrong; his public career depends upon its advocacy. Just as he is about to announce his decision against the project the Government loan fails; other subjects arise, and he wins his election.

Frankfort’s career as a member serves to introduce a series of everyday happenings, all designed to show the state of practical politics.

“What was wanted of a politician now was not to die for his country, but to live for his constituency.” In Excelsior “there was a broad and generous sentiment against any severe exaction of efficiency from your brother man, live and let live. 

If the public were inconvenienced at times that was considered a lesser evil than would be the enforcement of a stern discipline upon the workers who served the public.” Reliance upon the Government gradually became more pronounced. 

When the secretary of the State Workers’ Union wrote to his member his letter came not as the appeal of a suppliant, but the claim of an attendant. On receiving it the member was reminded of “the old system of guilds, under which powerful corporate bodies established monopolies and taxed the rest of the people to support them.”

There was a leaning also towards Socialism. As one of the characters observes, “the people are to give up freedom for a full belly, or at least the promise of it, from the Government.” “The taking over by the Government of a fresh industry was always hailed as the true remedy for the depression in it.” 

Perhaps the most suggestive of the political essays with which Sir Henry Wrixon interleaves his story is that relating to “the caucus.”

“The fact is,” he observes, “that Parliaments have had their day. A fatal blow was struck at Parliamentary institutions when representation glided down into delegation, when men were returned to Parliament not to give their judgment upon public questions according to their principles avowed to their constituents, and accepted generally by them, but to carry out the instructions given from time to time from outside. 

This is the chief factor in the change in the nature of Parliamentary government which the present generation is witnessing. It is true that this change is only one feature in a general movement upward, or at least onward, which we see to be in progress; and which appears to involve as a part of it the decay of Parliaments. They are no longer the popular ideal, nor are they acclaimed by the masses as the people’s champions. 

The popular feeling is trending more and more from Parliament towards some outside, direct, executive authority which is to do what the people want quickly, and to alter what is done as readily when they direct. 

The outcome of this trend is seen in some of the most democratic communities, where, though Parliaments are retained, the desired legislation is first settled in secret at the caucus of the dominant party and afterwards presented to the Legislature only to be passed into formal law.”

The book is a conscientious attempt to represent fairly all sections of opinion. It is characterised by a broad, genial tolerance. No piece of political quackery is too foolish to represent honestly for what it is worth, and no political puppet is too insignificant to be heard and considered on his merits. 

There is a delightful, good feeling towards even our old friend “Jacob Shumate” the Socialist cobbler, who had “honesty for a dozen men but not sense enough for one.”

As for the hero, his high principles cost him very dearly. Through his attitude on the great reservoir question, when it was resurrected at the next election he lost his seat, and, what was infinitely worse, some good friends and a charming heiress whom he loved with all his heart.

Sir Henry Wrixon’s book merits the study due to the work of a high-minded, cultured and experienced observer of public events.


Link to: 

 Sir Henry Wrixon Colonial Conference 1895

 Sir Henry Wrixon "Socialism: being Notes on a Political Tour" 1897

Sir Henry Wrixon "Men at home. "Punch". 1903.

Sir Henry Wrixon Pattern Nation 1906

Sir Henry Wrixon. The religion of the common man 1909.