Memoirs of Henry Hunt, Esq. — Volume 3 — Text and Context

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Hunt's third volume recounts the Bristol election violence and his scrutiny of the Spencean conspirators, revealing his rhetorical control and political caution through vivid testimony and procedural detail.
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This was said with great earnestness, and with peculiar emphasis. I replied, "if it is any thing in reason and within my power, I will; but let me know what it is, and I have no doubt that I shall gratify your wish." He urged me again and again to promise him before-hand--all eyes were fixed upon me, and Mrs. Cobbett appeared by her looks to desire that I should comply with her husband's request, evidently indeed shewing that she anticipated what it was he wished me to promise him. This earnestness made me press him to explain, and at the same time I repeated my assurance that I would comply with his wish, if within my power. I own I expected that he was about to get me to promise him, in the presence of our mutual friends, that I would accomplish something of importance; as he knew if I once gave my word, that nothing would deter me from endeavouring to carry my promise into effect. Expectation was upon the tiptoe, every one seeming anxious to know what was the object of such a serious and almost solemn request. "Well," said he, "_promise me then that you will never wear white breeches again_!" Every one appeared thunder-struck, that the mountain had brought forth such a mouse. I had on a clean pair of _white cord breeches_, and a neat pair of top boots, a fashionable, and a favourite dress of mine at that time. There was a general laugh, and as soon as this subsided, all were curious to hear my answer. It was briefly this: "I certainly will, upon one condition." "What is that?"--"Why, that you will promise me never to wear _dirty breeches_ again." Cobbett at the time had on a remarkably dirty pair of old drab kerseymere breeches. The laugh was now turned against my friend, and I instantly felt sorry for the _repartee_. I saw that my friend was hurt. He thought it unkind, and dropped his under lip. Mrs. Cobbett's eyes flashed the fire of indignation, and she was never civil to one afterwards. Nothing could be farther from my intention than to hurt the feelings of my friend; it was an ill-natured and thoughtless, although a just retaliation. At all events I was very sorry for it, and it called to my recollection an old saying, which was very commonly used by my father, "a fool's bolt is soon shot."

In consequence of Mr. Cobbett having given me the support of his able pen previous to the Bristol election, every exertion was made to induce him not to write upon that occasion in my favour. On the day that I was going down to Bristol, I was sitting with Mr. Cobbett, in his room in Mr. Newman's house, in Newgate, and consulting with him about the best plan of operation, when a gentleman was introduced; he was a stranger to me, and Mr. Cobbett rose hastily, and said, "walk this way, my Lord," and instantly took him into the next room. After having remained with him some time, and then sent him down the back stairs. He returned to me, laughing, and informed me that it was Lord F----c, who had been endeavouring to prevail upon him not to support me for Bristol, but to give his aid to Sir Samuel Romilly. The reader will, however, have seen by the letter, and the observations published in my last two numbers, selected from Mr. Cobbett's Register at that period, how little weight those attempts to injure me in his opinion had upon him. But my enemies took a more effectual course to injure me with Mr. Cobbett, by whispering calumny to those who were more ready to listen to it than he was; they assailed _Mrs._ Cobbett, and endeavoured to injure me in the estimation of my friend, by poisoning the ear of his wife. I may, perhaps, relate a few instances of this sort hereafter. But there was one act of baseness that ought to be, and shall be recorded, to enable the world to form a proper judgment of the villain who could be guilty of it. It occurred at the latter end of the year 1811 or at the beginning of the year 1812, at the time when there was such a desperate attempt made to impose upon the public, by endeavouring to persuade them that a one pound note and a shilling, were equivalent to a guinea, although the latter was selling in the market at the time for twenty-seven shillings.

Henry Hunt opens this volume with a scene of visceral violence: a young woman, her scalp split four inches, runs to him streaming blood during the Bristol election. The passage is remarkable for its controlled fury—Hunt notes the magistrate's gang, names the villain he knows, yet restrains himself and the crowd from revenge. This blend of indignation and discipline sets the tone for a memoir that is both personal testimony and political argument.

Hunt writes from Ilchester jail, composing his memoirs as a defendant in the court of public opinion. His voice is direct, often conversational, and he repeatedly insists on the accuracy of his recollections. Readers should attend to how he frames events: he presents himself as a leader who must balance popular anger with strategic restraint, a theme that recurs throughout the volume.

The Bristol Election and the Wounded Woman

The excerpt describing the election violence is Hunt's most dramatic set-piece. He emphasizes the woman's appearance—"snowy bosom," "crimson gore," "fine black hair"—using heightened sensory detail to fix the scene in the reader's mind. Yet he immediately undercuts the emotional pitch by noting that he "half turned his horse's head" before reason prevailed. This self-interruption is characteristic: Hunt wants the reader to feel the outrage, but also to see him as a leader who resists provocation.

He then reports that the woman returned daily to the election, calling her a "specimen of female heroism." The phrasing is notable: he does not name her, nor does he give her story independent of his own. She functions as evidence of the opposition's brutality and of his own chivalric authority. Readers should note how Hunt uses such anecdotes to build a case against his enemies while reinforcing his own role as protector and spokesman.

Confronting the Spencean Conspirators

A second major episode involves Hunt's meeting with Arthur Thistlewood and Dr. Watson, who present him with a memorial for a mass meeting. Hunt's account is procedural: he reads the first page, declares it treasonable, and refuses to support it. He then recounts how he steered the conversation toward parliamentary reform—Annual Parliaments, Universal Suffrage, Vote by Ballot—as a safer alternative.

The detail is telling. Hunt describes the memorial as "several pages closely written upon foolscap paper" and notes that Thistlewood and Watson were the real committee, the others "merely nominal." He presents himself as the sober constitutionalist who detects sedition where others see zeal. The episode serves to distance Hunt from the more radical Spencean plans, which proposed land nationalization and a march on Carlton House. Readers should watch how Hunt positions himself as a moderate reformer, even as he claims to speak for the people.

Hunt's Rhetorical Strategy: Direct Address and Moral Certainty

Throughout the excerpts, Hunt employs a distinctive rhetorical mode: he addresses his readers as if they were present at the events. He writes "I could relate a hundred such instances" and "I know the villain who did it," asserting personal knowledge and inviting trust. His sentences are often long, piling up clauses that mimic spoken indignation.

He also uses moral absolutes: the magistrate's act is "atrocious," the memorial is "treasonable," the opponents are "cowardly." There is little ambiguity. Hunt is not interested in balanced assessment; he is constructing a legal and moral brief. Readers should note how he anticipates objections—he admits Goldney was "in his private character, esteemed a very worthy man"—only to dismiss the concession as irrelevant to public conduct. This technique strengthens his case by appearing fair while reserving judgment.

Structure and Self-Fashioning in the Prison Memoir

Hunt writes from jail, and the circumstances of composition shape the narrative. He is both chronicler and defendant, and the memoir functions as an appeal to posterity. The volume is organized around set-piece confrontations—the Bristol election, the Spencean meeting—each of which demonstrates his courage, his restraint, and his political judgment.

Readers should pay attention to what Hunt omits. He does not dwell on his own trial or imprisonment in these excerpts; the focus is on events that justify his actions. The memoir is thus a selective reconstruction, designed to show that he was a leader who acted responsibly under provocation. The Pope epigraph at the start—"Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see..."—signals a defensive posture: Hunt admits trivial faults but insists on the justice of his cause. This framing is essential to understanding the volume's persuasive intent.

Hunt's third volume rewards readers who attend to its rhetorical construction. The vivid scenes of violence and political intrigue are not merely recollections; they are carefully placed evidence in a larger argument about leadership, reform, and the limits of popular action. To read Hunt well is to watch a skilled polemicist at work, shaping his own legend from the raw material of contested events. Approach the text as you would a legal brief: follow the logic, note the omissions, and judge the evidence for yourself.

The rain drummed on the windows as I finished Hunt’s account of that violent Bristol election, his careful, measured testimony oddly calming. His procedural nerves made me think of another adventurer’s bravado. I drifted to the old copy of The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Volume 03: Military Career — A Reader’s Guide, wondering how his swagger handled a similarly narrow escape.

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