PRINGLE, THOMAS.—This
excellent poet and miscellaneous writer, was born at Blaiklaw, in Teviotdale,
on the 5th of January, 1789, and was the son of a respectable farmer. In
infancy he was so unfortunate as to have his hip joint dislocated by an
accident, and this evil, which might have been cured, was culpably concealed
by his nurse, until it was past remedy, so that he became a cripple for
life, and was obliged to use crutches.
Having completed the usual
course of preliminary education, Thomas Pringle was sent to the
grammar-school of Kelso, and after continuing there three years, he went to
Edinburgh, to finish his literary training at the university. Up till this
time, owing to his lameness, his life had been one chiefly of reading and
contemplation, while his favourite sports were those of a stationary
character—fishing, gardening, and mechanical experiments. While a student at
the college, he, like most persons of an imaginative temperament,
exclusively devoted himself to poetry and belles-lettres, to which
every other acquirement was made auxiliary. At this period, also, his
impatience of tyranny and oppression, and stout love of independence were
curiously manifested. On hearing that Joanna Baillie’s play of the "Family
Legend," which was about to be produced in the Edinburgh theatre, had been
previously doomed to ruin by a literary clique, and was to be strangled upon
the stage, Pringle gallantly shouldered his crutch, and resolved to be the
lady’s champion. At the head of a body of forty or fifty young men, armed
with cudgels, he took possession of the centre of the pit as soon as the
doors were opened; and when the play went on, their applauding shouts,
seconded by the terific drumming of their staves, put every token of
dissatisfaction to flight, and secured the success of the tragedy. It was
the French mob in the gallery, keeping the Convention below to rights—a
remedy every whit as mischievous and unjust as the evil which it sought to
cure.
As during his stay at
college, Pringle had been unable to settle his choice upon any of the
learned professions, he betook himself on quitting it to the pursuit of
literature; and as some permanent situation was necessary as a mainstay, he
became a clerk in the Register Office, where his duty consisted in copying
out old records, by which his mind was left unincumbered for the literary
occupation of his leisure hours. The fruit of this was a poem called "The
Institute," which he published, in conjunction with a poetical friend, in
1811. It seems to have been of a satirical nature, and was abundantly
lauded; but as his salary from the Register Office was a small one, he soon
found that something more than mere commendation was needed. In 1816 he was
a contributor to "Albyn’s Anthology," and to the "Poetic Mirror," in the
last of which he published a poem in imitation of the style of Sir Walter
Scott, and of which Sir Walter declared that he wished "the original notes
had always been as fine as their echo." But who can forget that benevolence
and self-negation which made Scott so ready to perceive, and even to
over-estimate the excellence of others, and prefer it to his own? This poem,
which appeared in the form of "An Epistle to R. S.," brought the great poet
and his successful imitator into close acquaintanceship. As Pringle’s salary
was still inadequate, he now set himself in earnest to literature, and
resolved to start a new periodical that should supersede the "Scots
Magazine," already worn out. His proposals were so well received that he was
encouraged to relinquish his clerkship in the Register Office, with the
liberty of resuming it should his plan be unsuccessful; and in 1817, the
first number of his projected work appeared, under the title of the
"Edinburgh Monthly Magazine." In this work at the commencement he had for
his coadjutors those who were afterwards to obtain high distinction in
literature—Mr. Lockhart, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Neil, Mr. Cleghorn, Dr. Brewster,
James Hogg, and the Rev. T. Wright. Mr. Pringle’s own contribution was an
article on the Gipsies, the materials of which were supplied to him without
solicitation by Sir Walter Scott. This spontaneous kindness on the part of
the mighty minstrel and Great Unknown was the more generous, as he had
intended to use these materials for an article of his own, which was to
appear in the "Quarterly Review." About the same time Pringle became editor
of the "Star" newspaper, in which, besides the selection and arrangement of
materials, he had to write the leading article twice a-week. This, though
more than enough, was not all, for in a short time the "Edinburgh Monthly
Magazine" changed proprietors, and passed into the well-known title of
"Blackwood’s Magazine," while Constable’s was started at the same time, of
which Pringle was editor also. He was thus not only the conductor of two
monthly periodicals of high literary aims and expectations, but also of a
half-weekly newspaper, and with such a thrice-honoured position, it might
have been expected that his fortunes would have thriven in some measure
commensurate with his labours. But the two rival magazines could neither
continue on peaceful terms, nor remain under a single editorship, and after
a furious affray between their supporters, in which Pringle was handled with
most unmerited roughness, he withdrew from "Blackwood’s Magazine," and
attached himself to that of Constable. But the latter periodical was so
unproductive, that he was fain to quit it also; and, finally, the "Star"
newspaper, which had proved equally unprofitable. To add to his
difficulties, he had ventured, when his prospects were most flattering, and
before the battle of the magazines had commenced, to enter into marriage
with Margaret Brown, daughter of a respectable East Lothian farmer. He had
thus given hostages to fortune just before he was deprived of the power to
redeem them, so that when the hour of payment came he was poorer than ever.
His first step for extrication from his difficulties, was to publish the
"Autumnal Excursion, and other Poems;" but the poetical field at that season
was so preoccupied with "Moss-troopers," "Giaours," and "Corsairs," and so
hostile to "Excursions" of all kinds, from Wordsworth downwards, that
Pringle’s volume, though appreciated by the judicious few, brought him
little or no profit. He then resumed, at the beginning of 1819, his
laborious and scantily-paid drudgery at the Register Office, while his late
literary compeers were rapidly advancing to fame and fortune.
Pringle’s condition was now
as disastrous as it well could be. He was no longer a buoyant stripling, who
could be content with bread and cheese, and a garret, as the mere
starting-point of a race before him. The race, as it seemed, was already
over, and the sun was going down while the course was but half finished. He
thus found himself under a stern necessity of quitting the land of his
fathers, that he might find the means of living elsewhere—a necessity as
grievous to a literary Scot as it is to the literary man of any country
whatever. The direction of his pilgrimage alone was in question, and that
was quickly settled. His father and four brothers, who had followed the
occupation of agriculture, had been as unfortunate as himself, and were
equally ready to embark with him in the bold enterprise of commencing life
anew, while South Africa was at present the favourite quarter of Scottish
emigration. A grant of land was soon obtained from government, at this time
desirous of colonizing the unoccupied districts of the Cape of Good Hope,
and Thomas Pringle, accompanied by his father, two brothers, and several
friends—comprising, in all, twelve men, six women, and six children,
embarked for the Cape in February, 1820.
Of all possible governments,
that of Sancho Panza’s island of Barataria not excepted, the most difficult
of management, and the most prolific of political discontent and quarrel, is
that of a British colony. We well know that it is neither the most contented
nor the most moral of our population who leave their native land for the
purpose of becoming colonists. On the contrary, every one who has made his
country too hot for him—every one who hates the powers that be, and wishes
to escape their restrictions—every one who dreams some impossible theory of
liberty, which he hopes to realize at the greatest possible distance from
the home-government—hoists sail for the new land, as if everything were to
be reversed for the better the nearer he approaches the antipodes. With such
a population, what system of rule short of martial law can be available? A
soldier-governor is therefore commonly imposed upon our colonies; one who,
having been accustomed to implicit military obedience, will have no
toleration either for mutiny or murmur. In such a case the result will be
misunderstanding and discontent between the ruler and the ruled. The former,
while he cries "Eyes right!" is only looked at the more askew; and while he
thinks of the summary processes of the black hole or the triangles, his
mutinous brigades are talking about the rights of man, the liberty of the
subject, Brutus and Hampden, and Magna Charta. Such is the origin of
nine-tenths of our colonial quarrels; and, in most cases, they may be traced
to misunderstanding rather than misrule. These explanations it would perhaps
be well to keep in mind, when we read of the injuries sustained by Thomas
Pringle at the hands of our Cape government.
The emigrant party landed at
Algoa Bay, on the 5th of June, 1820, and proceeded to their location, a wild
and lonely district, to which they gave the name of Glen-Lynden. It
comprised twenty thousand acres of land—a magnificent idea when applied to
the rich fields of England or even of Scotland, but very different in South
Africa, where everything was to be grown, and where, in perhaps half the
territory at least, nothing could be made to grow. Here Thomas Pringle,
whose lameness precluded him from more active employment, officiated as
mechanic, gardener, physician, teacher, and occasionally as chaplain, to the
emigrants and their neighbours. After having remained with them till 1822,
when they were comfortably settled, Pringle travelled by land for the
purpose of residing at Cape Town, and during this journey his observant eye
saw much of what was strange and interesting, a full account of which he
afterwards published in his "Narrative." The situation of librarian to the
government library at Cape Town had been already awarded him, and though the
salary was only £78 per annum, this small modicum was regarded as the
foretaste of better things to come. All promised this, indeed, in a colony
which had lately passed into our hands, and where a British population and
character were to be superinduced, as speedily as possible, upon the
original Dutch colonization. Slavery was to be extinguished, churches and
schools to be erected, the English language to be established, and all
things changed for the better. This was the commencement of a colonial
millennium, into which Pringle threw himself with ardour. Eager to be at the
head of the literary and educational departments of this happy change, he
received pupils for private instruction; wrote to his talented friend Mr.
Fairbairn, in Scotland, to come out to his aid, for the land lay before them
to enter and possess it; and planned, in conjunction with the Rev. Mr. Faure,
a Dutch minister in Cape Town, the publication of a new periodical for the
wider dissemination of knowledge, that should be written both in Dutch and
English. This last project would have been admirable in London or Edinburgh;
but in a colony where discontent was so rife—above all, in a conquered
colony, where the two European races were still at daggers-drawing—what
individual man, however good or talented, could be intrusted with the
unlimited power of publishing what he pleased? Besides, was there not
already the "Government Gazette," which contained everything, in the shape
of political intelligence, at least, that the colonists needed to know? It
was no wonder that Pringle’s application for permission to start his journal
was refused. He received a verbal answer from the governor, through his
secretary, intimating that "the application had not been seen in a
favourable light." Nothing, of course, remained for him but submission; but
as the arrival of British commissioners was expected, who were to examine
into the state of the colony, he hoped they would sanction his proposal. The
commissioners arrived, and thought well of it; but all that they could do
was to report of it to the home government. Thus thrown back for an
indefinite period, if not for ever, he resumed his educational labours with
greater zeal than before; and Mr. Fairbairn having arrived from Scotland,
the two were soon at the head of a large flourishing boarding establishment
of pupils at Cape Town. And now it was that a whole sunny shower of good
fortune had commenced, and was to fall upon him as it had done in Edinburgh;
for while he was thus prospering, the home government had received his
proposals of a new journal, and sent out full permission for its
commencement. Thus the "South African Journal" started into life upon the
original plan, one edition being in Dutch, and the other in English. Soon
after, Mr. Greig, a printer, encouraged by this beginning, commenced the
"South African Commercial Advertiser," a weekly newspaper, of which Pringle
also undertook the editorship. He was again a twofold editor, as well as
government librarian, and at the head of an educational establishment which
was daily becoming more prosperous. But how long was this good fortune to
last?—scarcely even so long as it had done in Edinburgh, while the downfall
that followed was to be more sudden and complete.
The commencement of the evil
was of a kind always dangerous to free, high-spirited, colonial
journalism—it was a government trial. A person named Edwards had libelled
the governor, and was tried for the offence, while a report of the
proceedings was expected in Pringle’s newspaper. This expectation was
fulfilled; but as it was a ticklish duty, the editor had done his best to
expunge from it whatever he thought might be offensive to the ruling powers.
Still, the feeling on the other side was that he had not expunged enough,
and a stringent remedy was forthwith applied to prevent all such
shortcomings in future. The fiscal was ordered to proceed to the
printing-office, and assume the censorship of the press. This interference,
however deemed necessary on the one side, was not to be tolerated on the
other; and Pringle and his colleague, who had no other remedy, abandoned
their editorships of the "South African Commercial Advertiser," while Greig,
its printer, for announcing his purpose to appeal to the home government,
was ordered to leave the colony within a month. The "South African Journal"
was the next point of attack on the part of the zealous fiscal, as in the
second number, which had just been published, certain obnoxious paragraphs
had appeared; and although Pringle declared that had he seen them in time he
would have expunged them, or suppressed the number, the plea of
inadvertence, so available to journalists at home, was not judged sufficient
in South Africa. The dragon’s teeth of Cadmus, which, if sown at the foot of
Hymettus, would not have produced a dragonet, or even a lizard, were enough,
in the mischievous soil of Boeotia, to bring forth a whole harvest of
pugnacious homicides. The fiscal performed his duty to his employer, and
Pringle his to literature and the liberty of the press, so that the magazine
was discontinued, and the fact announced in the Gazette. And now entered a
third and more formidable element of discord to deepen the confusion. The
public at large were determined not to be bereaved of their periodical, and
a petition to that effect, and numerously signed, was presented to the
colonial council. In this trying dilemma, the governor, Lord Charles
Somerset, had recourse to what he would no doubt have called negotiation,
but which Pringle termed "bullying;" and sending for the latter, subjected
him to a very stormy course of questioning, which he answered with equal
spirit, and, perhaps, with almost equal asperity. The result was, that
Pringle sent in his resignation of librarian, and thus shook himself loose
of every government tie. But this was no expiation; on the contrary, it was
regarded as a defiance of government, and as such it was treated. Every mode
of disparagement was therefore brought against him by the government
officials and their adherents, which soon told upon the prosperity of his
seminary; for who could venture to send his children thither, when its
proprietor was under the ban of the colonial aristocracy? The school was
soon closed; and thus bereft of every resource, Pringle, with his wife and
sister-in-law, left the colony, and arrived in London on the 7th of July,
1826. He had still two sources of consolation in his affliction, of which
his enemies could not deprive him. He had given such a literary and
educational impulse to the colony, that the good work was certain to go on
and prosper, even though it was deprived of his presence. And as for the
community which he had been the means of planting at Glen-Lynden, their
numbers at his departure had been doubled, while their industry had so
effectually enriched the wilderness, that every year promised to bring them
additional comfort and abundance.
On returning home, Pringle
applied at headquarters for a compensation of his losses, which he estimated
at a thousand pounds; but the claim was disallowed, as his statement of
wrongs sustained from the colonial government was contradicted by the Chief
Justice of the Cape. To add to his difficulties, that sum which was refused
him he must now refund, for he was a thousand pounds in debt, in consequence
of the abrupt manner in which his prospects in the colony had been
crushed. He must once more place his sole reliance in his pen, a fatal
necessity, which he had always deprecated. He edited an annual entitled
"Friendship’s Offering," and seemed to be irrecoverably doomed to such
humble and precarious authorship, when, fortunately, an article which he had
written upon the subject of slavery in South Africa before he left the
colony, and transmitted to the "New Monthly Magazine," arrested the
attention of Messrs. Z. Macaulay and Buxton, by whose influence he was
appointed secretary to the Anti-slavery Society. No situation could have
been more accordant with his predilections. He had hitherto been the
advocate of the enslaved Hottentot and injured Caffre, while the
recollection of his own wrongs gave a double edge to his remonstrances, and
fresh fire to his eloquence; but now there was full scope for his pen upon
the subject, and that, too, not in behalf of one or two tribes, but of
humanity at large. He not only threw himself heartily into the work, but
inspired others with congenial enthusiasm, while the directors of the
society could not sufficiently admire the greatness of his zeal and value of
his services. At length, as all the world well knows, the persevering
labours of the slavery abolitionists were crowned with success, and on the
27th of June, 1834, the document of the society announcing the act of
abolition, and inviting all interested in the cause to set apart the
approaching 1st of August as a day of religious gratitude and thanksgiving,
was signed "Thomas Pringle." In this way he had unconsciously been removed
from Africa, the interests of whose oppressed children he had so deeply at
heart, to a situation where he could the most effectually promote the great
work to which his philanthropic energies were devoted. What, compared with
this, would his solitary appeals have been in behalf of Hottentots,
Bosjesmen, and Bechuanas?
And now his appointed work
was done. He had lived, and toiled, and succeeded—and what further can man
expect upon earth? Only the day after the document was given forth that
proclaimed the triumph of Africa and humanity, Pringle was attacked by his
last illness, and from the most trivial of causes—a crumb of bread that had
passed down the windpipe, and occasioned a severe fit of coughing, by which
some small blood-vessel was lacerated. Consumption followed; but, unaware of
the fact, his chief wish was to return to the Cape, and settle, with a few
hundred pounds, upon a farm on the frontier of Caffraria. As a voyage was
judged necessary for the recovery of his health, he resolved to combine this
with his wish to become a settler, and had engaged a passage to the Cape,
with his wife and sister-in-law; but his disease assumed such an aspect that
he was unable to embark. The result may be easily guessed; he sunk under the
cureless malady, and expired on the 5th of December, 1834, in his
forty-sixth year. His remains were interred in Bunhill Fields, and a stone,
with an elegant inscription by William Kennedy, marks the place where they
lie.
Electric Scotland Note: We got an email in from Rob Pringle saying...
I notice that the
conclusion states that his remains are in the Bunhill Cemetery in
London. My father, Dr.John Adams Pringle, was involved in building a
Memorial Church on the farm Eildon on the Bedford District in South
Africa.
Thomas Pringle’s
remains were re-interred in this church on the anniversary of his death,
on 5 December 1970.
I would appreciate
it if you would change the details. It took many years for my father and
his colleagues to fulfil the final wish of Thomas Pringle, i.e. to
return to the farm where members of the Scottish Party settled. As far
as I know, this farm is still owned by a member of the Pringle family.
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