contains.  If a contrary principle be acted upon, and the bill attempted to be got rid of altogether, I confess I tremble for the consequences, which I believe will be of the worst and most painful description; and this I say deliberately, after the most diligent and extensive enquiry.  Upon that diligent enquiry I repeat again my firm conviction, that the desire of reform has increased, not diminished; that the present repose is not indifference, but the calmness of victory, and the tranquillity of success.  When I see all the wishes and appetites of created beings changed,—­when I see an eagle, that, after long confinement, has escaped into the air, come back to his cage and his chain,—­when I see the emancipated negro asking again for the hoe which has broken down his strength, and the lash which has tortured his body—­I will then, and not till then, believe that the English people will return to their ancient degradation—­that they will hold out their repentant hands for those manacles which at this moment lie broken into links at their feet.”

This fine speech was delivered at a crucial moment of the speaker’s personal fortunes.  Whether he would or would not have made a good bishop, and whether the Whigs were or wore not justly chargeable with cowardice[103] in not having raised him to the Episcopal Bench, are disputable points.  It seems certain, from his own declarations, that in later life he would have declined the honour; but there was a time when it might have been offered, and would probably have been accepted.  When he feared that England might be dragged into war with France on behalf of Spain, he composed a skit purporting to be a Protest entered on the Journals of the Lords by the Bishop of Worcester, and signed it “Sydney Vigorn."[104] The Bishop of Worcester[105] died on the 5th of September 1831, and Lord Grey gave the vacant mitre to a Tory.[106] Sydney’s emotions are not recorded; but on the 10th of September Lord Grey offered him a Residentiary Canonry of St. Paul’s—­“a snug thing, let me tell you, being worth full L2000 a year.”  It was not an overwhelming reward for such long and such brilliant service to the causes which Lord Grey represented, but it was a recognition—­and it was enough.  He was installed on the 27th of September, and on the day of his installation he wrote to a friend—­“It puts me at my ease for life.  I asked for nothing—­never did anything shabby to procure preferment.  These are pleasing recollections.”

Soon afterwards, he was presented on his appointment, and met with a misadventure at the Palace.—­

“I went to Court, and, horrible to relate, with strings to my shoes instead of buckles—­not from Jacobinism, but ignorance.  I saw two or three Tory lords looking at me with dismay, was informed by the Clerk of the Closet of my sin, and, gathering my sacerdotal petticoats about me (like a lady conscious of thick ankles) I escaped further observation.”

[83] Francis Wrangham (1769-1842), Archdeacon of Cleveland.