The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1873-09-11
Mr.. Gladstone.

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The fact which lies at the bottom Of all
| this hard work, and which is sending great
and little Britons TO hydropathic establish
| ment in focks, is that droves of human don
keys persist in forcing themselves into places
and position for which they are unfit. Mr..
Gladstone, for instance, would make an
average schoolmastcr. He has some know
ledge Of Greek roots, and could plant them
| in thc memories of doeile boys by the help
| of much scolding He has such an acqnain-
tance with arithmetic that he could make
out she halfysar accounts of his pupils In
an earnest and profitable manner, errors ex-
cepted. He knows, too, something Of music
aud something Of fchina, aud he might have
6ddled for the Duke of Edinburg or kept a
shop in Wardour street respectfully. But
what on earth tempted gentleman Of his
disposition to 60 in for politics p He has
merely suceeededin in lowcring tho whole tone
ofpolitical warfare to the levelof a pedagogue,s
dominion. 1t is not an improving sight TO
behold q, Prime Minister knocking, about
the laws Of HIS country and stumbling over
them by turns because he can neither see,
feel, nor comprehend them. 1t is not sweet
to hear man in authority scolding like q
washerwoman, and then sitting down TO- cry
historically over cup oftea and his troubles,
while he sends for the lord Chamberlain 70
% forbid the playing Of a pantomime which
uokcs finn ut his whiskers., Fancy William
Pitt or Charles James Fox, who were heaven:
horn mioisters, doing such thing as this!
WHY Fox once SAT down with personal
friend over bottle and compared caricstufes
With him, andSwhen he found that he could
show the largest number {and mercy on US,
what hard hitters were sthe caricaturist
in hisadayD D he laughed like a boy.
Nor was the bottle too much. Fox took his
politics NATURALLY, and did them for relaxa-
ttion after hard day at New market, tor ne
WAS fat man, and had to stir. his clumsy
legs briskly when he wanted to see 2 horse
race. A great, ,souled. jolly fellow he was
with wide human sympathies, an immense
knowledge Of mankind, and language full OF
force and truth wellcd up like the waters OF
a fountain to his prodigal lips. Who can
imagine Mr. Gladstone and q bottle together,
unless the D0ttlc cOntaincu uu -luiuoio" W
'camomile? So it comes to pass that we
hemSff Gladstone ia sick and weary, and
that no rpst hide himself with commercial
friend in Scotland now and then without
leaving his address in Downing street, that
he may recover from the effects OF overwork.
Lord Broughaur was never overworked, nor
Lord Grcnville, nor Lord Melbourne, nor
Robert Peel; but these. men were all poll
ticians by nature Mr.. Gladstone would not
be oyerworked as proprietor Of commercial
academy, or as head clerk in q counting
house at Liverpool. But he l. absolutely
ignorant of the first principles Of statesman
ship, and its practice is wearing him to fiddle
strings. There never was such an expression
upon the face of the natural ruler OF apeople
as that which has become fixed npon the
countenance Of Mr.. Gladstone. 1t is look
of peevishness, discomfort, weakness and
homeless bewildermont. No wonder that he
becomes bysterical three times week after
tea. A cart horse would become hysterical
if he was set to work sewing machine with
his fore feet.