Wednesday, September 18, 2024

LOVING A LORD

 

  

Now that we are embraced by the new Labour Paradise (aka Nirvana) we can be sure that an early and easy constitutional change will be the expulsion of the hereditary peers from the House of Lords. The hereditaries’ privileges cannot be defended but their final departure should not proceed without some tribute and nostalgic regret.           

   As it happens, I am currently re-reading the delightful anthology The Library Looking-Glass by Lord David Cecil, not a hereditary peer himself, but a sibling of the 5th Marquess of Salisbury, entitled to a courtesy title, and a sprig of a powerful aristocratic family. Lord David (1902-1986) was an author, critic and Oxford Professor of Literature. He made an early reputation with his study of the poet William Cowper The Stricken Deer (1929) and was an expert on 19th century writers and poets like Scott, Austen, Pater and Bridges. His biography of Lord Melbourne, Lord M, (1954) was widely admired.

 

Lord David Cecil

He neglected his tutorial duties and one of his undergraduates, Kingsley Amis, was enraged when Lord David took 1 ½ terms to contact him, promptly to disappear to Italy again! He was a public figure and was familiar to the public for his machine-gun staccato verbal delivery. I think he sometimes appeared on the BBC TV Brains Trust programme on a Sunday afternoon in the late 1950s. Remember that? Chaired urbanely by Norman Fisher, its discussions contained the wisdom of the likes of Isaiah Berlin, Noel Annan, Barbara Wootton and Jacob Bronowski – light years away from the pap served up by the BBC these days!

Lord David’s brother, “Bobbety” Cranbourne, later 5th Marquess of Salisbury was a sterner figure. After the classic Eton, Oxford and The Guards, Cranbourne became a Tory stalwart, winning pre-war minor office and he developed a particular knowledge of Africa. Befriended by Churchill, he joined the war-time cabinet, becoming Dominions Secretary and leader of the House of Lords when he inherited the Salisbury title. A power in the post-war Churchill and Eden ministries, he famously interviewed the Eden cabinet to establish who should succeed when Eden’s health broke down in 1957. The contest to “emerge” (nothing so vulgar as a leadership election in those days!) was between Rab Butler, the favourite, and Harold MacMillan. Bobbety, with his peculiar speech impediment, shot the same question at all the ministers: Well, is it Wab or Hawold? Harold won.     


Bobbety, 5th Marquess of Salisbury

Bobbety’s opinions were Imperialist, not to say reactionary. When MacMillan sought a way out of the inter-communal bloodshed and terrorism in Cyprus, by recalling Archbishop Makarios from exile in the Seychelles, Bobbety resigned in a huff. He later defended Apartheid in South Africa, became chairman of the right-wing Monday Club, supporting Rhodesia and Roy Welensky. His racial opinions would be unrepeatable in polite society today. In short Bobbety was an anachronism, ultimately damaging the reputation of his beloved native country.


Boofy Gore, Earl of Arran

Boofy was a harmless aristocrat of no great distinction who wrote a lively column in the Daily Mail. He was persuaded in 1965 to sponsor a private member’s bill in the Lords to decriminalise homosexual acts between 2 consenting adults, as recommended in the Wolfenden report of 1957. Boofy’s bill sailed through the Lords although Leo Abse’s Commons equivalent encountered stiff opposition. “A Buggers’ Charter, it was dubbed. Wilson’s government refused to handle this hot potato but eventually this liberal step became law in 1967.

Boofy’s other passion was the protection of badgers but his attempts to legislate against badger culls failed miserably.

In his dotage, he claimed not to understand why his homosexual bill triumphed while his badger bill failed. A friend gently observed “Boofy, perhaps there are not many badgers in the House of Lords…”

So, after centuries of dominance it will be time soon to say farewell to the famous names of Cecil, Cavendish, Gore and Spencer.

We can only echo the eloquent words of Lord Chief Justice Crewe in the De Vere Oxford peerage case of 1626;

Time hath his revolutions. There must be a period and an end of all temporal things, finis rerum, an end of names and dignities and whatsoever is terrene; and why not of De Vere? For where is Bohun; where is Mowbray; where is Mortimer; nay, which is more and most of all, where is Plantagenet? They are entombed in the urns and sepulchres of mortality.

 

SMD

15.9.24

Text copyright© Sidney Donald 2024

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