Memoirs of Henry Hunt, Esq., vol 3

Memoirs of Henry Hunt, Esq.,
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MEMOIRS
OF
HENRY HUNT, ESQ.
Written by Himself,
IN HIS MAJESTY'S JAIL AT ILCHESTER,
_IN THE COUNTY OF SOMERSET._

Volume 3
"Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is,
nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the Writer's end, Since none can
compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct
true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due." POPE.

MEMOIRS OF HENRY HUNT.
This wanton outrage was perpetrated in the presence of those, who will,
perhaps, blush when they read this. I do not say that this was done by
the Magistrate; but it was done by the gang that surrounded him, and I
know the villain who did it. The poor thing lay senseless for some time;
no one of the numerous spectators daring to go to her assistance. When
she came to her senses, she was covered from head to foot with blood,
that had flowed from the wound, which was on the scalp, and was four
inches in length. In this state she came running to me, and made her
way up to the front of the procession:--we halted, horror-struck at her

appearance. The blood was streaming down her snowy bosom, and her
white gown was nearly covered with the crimson gore; her cap and
bonnet and clothes had been torn to rags; her fine black hair reached
her waist; and, in this state, she indignantly recounted her wrongs. O
God, what I felt! There were from four to five thousand brave
Bristolians present, who heard this tale, and with one accord they burst
forth in exclamations of revenge; every man of them was worked up to
such a pitch of excitement by the cruelty of the atrocious act, that they
would have instantly sacrificed their lives, to have executed summary
justice upon the cowardly authors of it. I own that I never was so near
compromising my public duty, by giving way to my own feelings, as I
was at this moment. Burning with indignation, I half turned my horse's
head; but, recovering my reason, I took the fair sufferer by the hand,
and led her forward, admonishing my friends not to be seduced into the
trap, that had been so inhumanly set for them. In this state we
proceeded through the streets of Bristol; the poor girl streaming with
blood. I took her to my inn, sent for a surgeon, and had the wound
dressed and the scalp sewed up. She never failed to attend the election
every day afterwards, and she displayed as genuine a specimen of
female heroism, as ever I met with in my life.
I could relate a hundred such instances of the manly conduct of my
loyal opponents during the election, if I chose; but, in spite of their
baseness, we continued steadily and resolutely to attend the poll, from
nine till four, for fifteen days; our enemies writhing with the expense
that was daily incurred, and groaning under the lash of my daily
exposures.
The above-named Mr. Goldney was, in his private character, esteemed
a very worthy man; but when he gave way to the baleful system of
factious politics, he became as great a tool, and as blind a bigot to the
over-ruling power of intimidation, as any one of the execrable gang that
composed