The 1812 Assassination of British Prime Minister, Spencer Perceval

 

John Bellingham was a rather unremarkable and unassuming fellow whom history would doubtless have forgotten him had he not met Prime Minister Spencer Perceval in 1812.

 One associate who knew him back in 1812 describes him as ‘a tall, large-boned man, about forty years of age, with a long thin visage and aquiline nose’ who acquired many grudges against others due to a series of business failures that John Bellingham has. To add to his own sense of woes he suffers the misfortune of being confined within an inhospitable Russian prison for a few years. When he leaves Russia he feels mightily aggrieved and bears a massive grudge against all who he feel have made him suffer so he returns to London and seeks compensation. He even goes so far as to walk up to 10 Downing Street on 22^nd of May 1810 to petition Perceval’s secretary for compensation. He is promptly refused and these events only serve to leave him with an even greater sense of injustice.

 We can get a clear sense of his outrage and burning sense of resentment in the following letter that he writes to the Metropolitan Police in March 1812.

 ‘…The purport of the present is, therefore, once more to solicit his Majesty's Ministers, through your medium, to let what is right and proper be done in my instance, which is all I require. Should this reasonable request be finally denied, I shall then feel justified in executing justice myself - in which case I shall be ready to argue the merits of so reluctant a measure with his Majesty's Attorney-General, wherever and whenever I may be called upon so to do. In the hopes of averting so abhorrent but compulsive an alternative I have the honour to be, sirs, your very humble and obedient servant,

 JOHN BELLINGHAM’

 Seeing this letter as just another comment from a passive disgruntled person the Police and recipient MPs choose to ignore the letter. This is an unfortunate mistake with hindsight as Bellingham decides that radical action is a necessity to get the compensation he feels he deserves.

 On 11^th May 1812, after taking the family of a friend to see a water-colour painting exhibition at the European Museum he makes his way to Parliament intent on radical action. Once there he waits in the lobby behind the folding doors leading into the body of the House until the Prime Minister, Spencer Perceval appears. The Prime Minister has no idea what is about to happen.

 What the Prime Minister does not appreciate is how much of a figure of hate he is for this deranged man and for the public at large. For many he inspires a great deal of antipathy. For example when he becomes Prime Minister he is in a position to bestow the second most prestigious title of Chancellor of the Exchequer on anyone. You would think many politicians would clamour, beg and plead for this and yet six people still reject the opportunity to take this office. Eventually Perceval runs out of options so he has to take the position himself. 

 This helps explain why the Prime Minister has so little security when at five o'clock in the afternoon he walks along the Parliament lobby and is sprung upon by John Bellingham who has been standing behind the folding doors that lead into the House. Immediately Bellingham takes his chance to exact revenge. He takes aim with one of the pistols that he has concealed on him and fires. His aim is accurate and the ball enters the left breast of Spencer-Perceval and passes through his heart. The Prime Minster falls back a short distance but not before he uses up his flagging energy to gasp out "Murder!" in a low tone of voice.

 He is instantly picked up by Mr Smith, MP for Norwich and carried into the office of the Speaker's secretary, where he passes away almost immediately and is declared dead. In the meantime pandemonium breaks out amongst those left in the lobby. Loud cries of "Shut the door; let no one out!" are heard immediately after the shot is fired and several people frantically look around to find the murderer. Several times shouts go out crying "where's the murderer?".

 There is actually no need for this as Bellingham answers, "I am the unfortunate man," and is immediately seized and searched by a Mr Dowling. He looks for the pistol and soon finds it in his left-hand trouser pocket. Upon further search he retrieves some papers and an opera-glass that he has used to examine who the MPs are in the House while sitting in the gallery. All are curious to know why he attacked Spencer-Perceval. They are met with the cold reply ‘want of redress, and denial of justice.’

 Later that night on 12^th May at one o’clock in the morning, Perceval’s body is brought back to 10 Downing Street where it is looked after by two of the household servants. His wife, Jane prays for her husband and for God’s mercy upon the soul of his assassin. ‘I have seen our poor brother’ writes Lady Redesdale to Margaret Walpole ‘and nothing could be more calm and undisturbed than his countenance is’.

 The government is deeply troubled by this event as they see it as a sign revolutionary fever is spreading from Europe. They are acutely aware public feeling against the government of the day is running high due to high food prices, the Napoleonic wars going badly and high rates of taxation. As a result the first thought of the authorities is that this murder might precipitate a popular rising like the French and American Revolution. With this in mind they seek swift justice.

 The mob that arrives on the night of May 11^th in Parliament Square has other ideas. Just before eight p.m. a heavily guarded coach arrives to take Bellingham to Newgate jail but as soon as the prisoner and his escort appear outside, part of the crowd surges forward and succeeds in pulling open one of the coach doors before the escort regains control. Their aim rather surprisingly is not to hurt Bellingham but to help him. It is a view encapsulated on nearby walls that are graffitied with ‘Rescue Bellingham or die’. This is a view shared in a nearby London tavern where working class people are overheard arguing ‘more of these damned scoundrels must go the same way, and then poor people may live’.

 The mob fail to rescue Bellingham and he is tried on Friday, May 15 at the Old Bailey where he argues that he would have preferred to kill the British Ambassador to Russia, but that he is entitled as a wronged man to kill the representative of those he sees as his oppressors. He then gives a formal statement to the court in defence stating "Recollect, Gentlemen, what was my situation. Recollect that my family was ruined and myself destroyed, merely because it was Mr Perceval's pleasure that justice should not be granted”.

 As the trial gets under way it becomes apparent to all that John Bellingham is clearly insane. It is noted his father died from insanity when he was just a child and that he has become obsessed with the ‘mistreatment’ he feels he has suffered in Russia. A sign he is not grasping the weakness of his position can be seen from a letter he writes on May 17^th.

 'I lost my suit solely through the improper conduct of my attorney and counsel, Mr Alley, in not bringing my witnesses forward (of whom there were more than twenty): in consequence, the judge took advantage of the circumstance, and I went on the defence without having brought forward a single friend -- otherwise I must inevitably have been acquitted.'

 Such bizarre antics cut no ice with the court and he is quickly sentenced to death. On the Monday morning May 18th at about six o'clock, he gets up, dresses himself and reads the Prayer Book for half an hour. Dr Ford meets him, they shake hands and the prisoner leaves his cell for the room allotted for the condemned criminals. Once again Bellingham shows his bellicosity by stating he is prepared to meet his maker. His irons are taken off and he is escorted out of the room. However just before he leaves the room to proceed to the place of execution he lowers his head and appears to wipe away a tear showing that perhaps he can not contain all the emotions bubbling underneath him after all. As he leaves he is then taken by the Lord Mayor, sheriffs, under-sheriffs, officers and Dr Ford through the press-yard and the prison to his final spot before the debtors' door at Newgate jail.

 Bellingham seems to maintain a surprising air of calm in the face of his horrendous fate and manages to walk up the scaffold with ease. A cap is fastened over his head, the executioner steps back and a score of people are heard to cry ‘God bless you, God save you!’. Dr Ford continues praying for about a minute, while the executioner goes below the scaffold, and preparations are made to strike away its supports. With each strike of a clock, Dr Ford and Bellingham continue to pray fervently. When it hits the seventh strike the supports of the internal part of the scaffold are struck away. Bellingham drops out of sight down as far as the knees whilst his body remains in full view and the clergyman is left standing on the outer frame of the scaffold. A perfect silence is heard with none of the customary cries and curses thrown at the executed.

 According to René Martin Pillet, a Frenchman who writes an account of his ten years in England, the large crowd that gather at Bellingham's execution are largely sympathetic toward him. He grieves for him saying "farewell poor man, you owe satisfaction to the offended laws of your country, but God bless you! You have rendered an important service to your country, you have taught ministers that they should do justice, and grant audience when it is asked of them."

 He dies soon after and his body is taken in a cart to St Bartholomew's Hospital. A measure of the sympathy many of the large working class crowd hold for him is shown by them following his last journey before he is privately dissected.

 The fate of the Prime Minister’s wife, Jane is much more comfortable. She is granted £50,000 by Parliament and £2,000 per year to live on as unlike other Prime Ministers of the time he has not used his office for his own financial gain. As George Jackson puts it ‘Poor Perceval!, poor in every sense I believe; for he was too honest to enrich himself, however he may have helped to enrich others’. Perceval is certainly noble but quite whether his wife deserves so much at a time of great financial distress and high taxes for the populace is another question.

 Certainly George Jackson’s views are not shared by many in the working class. When news of the assassination reaches Nottingham a crowd gathers and parades the town with drums beating and flags waving. In one of the ironies of history this is how a murderer comes to be seen as a hero and the victim as an incompetent man.

 

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The attempted assassination of Franklin D Roosevelt in 1933

 

The attempted assassination of President elect Donald Trump was shocking as it is not the first attempt on the life of an American leader. In fact there have been at least 41 attempts on the life of a President, ex-President or President elect since the time of George Washington.

The attack is not even the first to be broadcast. Before him we have the attempt on Ronald Reagan’s life in 1980, the assassination of President Kennedy and going way back to 1933 an attempt on the life of the then future President, Franklin Delano Roosevelt which can be seen online in grainy footage.

The parallels with President Kennedy in 1963 are uncanny. Both were in open top cars that were moving slowly and in Roosevelt’s case stopped for over a minute. Huge crowds also existed that were in close proximity to both men and lots of easy various vantage points were on offer for a potential assassin to choose from.

The origins of the 1933 attack go back to the Great Depression of the 1930s. Prior to it an Italian immigrant, Guiseppe Zangara had moved to live in America. During the prosperous 1920s he had done well financially but when the economy tanked he ended up bitter, in part because he was in constant stomach pain. Fed up he decided the solution was to kill all leaders as he blamed them for his problems. Originally he wanted to shot President Hoover but when he found out from a local newspaper that Roosevelt would be in the local area at Miami’s Bayfront Park he changed his mind and chose Roosevelt as his target. He then bought a cheap $8 dollar gun from his savings and decided to meet Roosevelt at the park.

On the 15^th of February 1933 Roosevelt decided to deliver a short evening speech on top of a Buick car for only 1 minute in front of a large crowd of about 25,000 at around 9:40pm in Bayfront Park. Straight after his Secret Service detail, George Brodnax ordered the car to move on however Roosevelt had other ideas and overruled that decision as he wanted to chat with a few people nearby so the car stayed motionless for a little longer.

This was a fateful decision. Guiseppe Zangara was only 5 ft tall and in the huge crowds of taller people he struggled to get in a position from where he thought he could shoot at Roosevelt even though he was around 20-25ft away from the future President. He realised he could not get closer, Roosevelt’s pause gave him the time to stand on a metal folding chair to see and aim better.

Once in position to proceeded to aim over the shoulder of a woman, Lillian Cross who was also standing on the chair and started to fire at the President elect. 5 fateful shots rang out in a matter of a few seconds all aimed at Roosevelt. Whilst Zangara tried to shoot Lilian saw what was happening and tried to wrestle with him and force his aim upwards. She was 5ft 4 and a little heavier than Zangara and the struggle was intense. Another citizen, Tom Arnold also helped out and with some help from some Legionaires Zangara was subdued.

The problem was that Zangara still managed to fire his bullets. Various people were hit, including Mayor of Chicago, Anton Cermak who was hit on his right side. Another 4 other people also got hit. Remarkably Roosevelt was not one of them.

A popular myth grew up that Cermak allegedly told Roosevelt "I'm glad it was me and not you, Mr. President". These are the words now inscribed on a plaque in Bayfront Park in Miami. The truth however is likely different. Chicago newsman Len O'Connor claimed that this legend was made up by Chicago aldermen "Paddy" Bauler and Charlie Weber. This has some plausibility as he know that relations between Cermak and Roosevelt were strained because Cermak had fought his nomination at the Democratic convention in Chicago.

With Zangara now restrained the crowd quickly turned hostile. However showing remarkable composure Roosevelt is supposed to have told the crowd not to attack the assailant as justice would deal with him.

He also insisted on helping Cermak and made sure the Buick went 12 block along to the Jackson Memorial Hospital so that Cermak could be attended to. Roosevelt stayed with him for four hours. At this point his condition seemed stable so he left. Alas 19 days later Cermak died in part due to complications from his pre-existing colitus.

Up to this point in Franklin’s public history he was still an untested figure in many people’s eyes. That day he showed a lot of character and leadership that was looked upon favourably thereafter by the public.

There were four individuals injured on February 15. All recovered from their wounds. Mabel Gill was shot in the abdomen and required a laparotomy for her wounds. She was discharged from the hospital on the 23^rd March 1933.  57 year old William Sinnott, a former New York police officer, and 22-year-old Russell Caldwell both recovered from bullet injuries to the head whilst Margaret Kruis, a 23-year- old dancer, had a minor injury to her hand.

As for Zangara he was charged and sentenced to 80 years, 20 years for each person injured. Once Cermak died he was sentenced to execution and died on the 20^th March 1933. On the day of his execution Zangara was upset there were no cameramen present for his execution. “Lousy capitalists – no picture – capitalists, no one here take my picture – all capitalists lousy bunch of crooks,” he supposedly said. His final words to the executioner were “Push the button.”

The question arises as to why did he do it? According to Zangara he said "I don’t hate Mr. Roosevelt personally, I hate all officials and anyone who is rich". Doctors performed an autopsy on Zangara afterwards and concluded that the acute pain he experienced throughout his life was due to adhesions on his gallbladder. Throughout his life, Zangara’s intense pain had been misdiagnosed and mistreated as appendicitis. This then leaves one with the unanswerable question that if he had been diagnosed correctly and healed would he have been so bitter as to want to murder Franklin Delano Roosevelt and might Cernak have not been shot at?

 

 

Winston Churchill's terrifying car accident

Winston Churchill almost died in a car accident in 1931. 

The early 1930s were a tough time for the future Prime Minster, Winston Churchill. In 1929 he lost his status as Chancellor of the Exchequer when the Conservatives lost the General Election and in the same year the Great Wall Street Crash on the stock market meant he lost a great deal of money.

With this in mind Winston decided to travel to New York to earn some much needed income via a North American tour. On the 13^th December 1931 he found himself in the midst of a lecture tour for this very purpose. During the evening, Winston originally planned to go to bed early at the Waldorf Astoria, his Manhattan hotel. However at around 9pm Bernard Baruch called him by telephone and invited him to his home on Fifth Avenue to meet with two mutual friends.

Unfortunately for Churchill he was unfamiliar with New York and exactly where he needed to go despite the fact he had already been to Baruch’s home before. He spent an hour fruitlessly trying to locate his friend’s home. In desperation he decided it would be easier to go on foot for a short while to get his sense of bearings as he was sure he would recognize the home when he saw it.

He got out of the cab he was in and decided to cross the road and walk along the houses nearby. Half way along the road he looked left as in Britain the cars come from the left hand side. This was a cataclysmic error or judgement but an easy one to do as being used to the cars driving on the left in Britain he had ignored that in America they drive on the right. As a consequence he did not notice a car approaching from his right as he did not look in that direction.

Winston walked across. Meantime one Edward F. Cantasano (known as Mario) saw Winston crossing but too late to brake his car in time. Winston at the last moment recognised what was happening and according to an account he wrote later he thought ‘I am going to be run down and probably killed’. Straight afterward Churchill was hit hard. 

“A man has been killed!” someone cried. Lots of bystanders quickly gather around and a police officer came along to see what help he could offer. Winston describes the impact as being similar to when he was hit by an artillery explosion in Flanders during World War One, such was the power of the incoming force.

Fortunately Winston was alive but as he says ‘I do not understand why I was not broken like an egg-shell or squashed like a gooseberry’. Perhaps some of it might have been down to his heavy fur-lined coat cushioning some of the blow. An alternative explanation was that at 200 pounds in weight Churchill had some extra padding. Indeed much later after the incident when Winston asked a Professor Lindemann for a possible physics explanation he was given the following witty reply.

‘Assume average one inch your body transferred during impact at rate eight thousand horsepower. Congratulations on preparing suitable cushion and skill in taking bump. Greetings to all’.

Never the less Churchill suffered great physical pain. When the policeman came over to ask him ‘What is your name? he was given the reply  ‘Winston Churchill”. Churchill then felt a compulsion to add “The Right Honourable Winston Churchill from England”. The policeman asked for some details and enquired if he wanted to blame anyone but Winston stated ‘I exonerate everyone”. A taxi driver then came up to the gathering and said “Take him in my cab. There’s the Lennox Hill Hospital on 76^th Street”.

Along the way Winston fear he might be crippled for life however he started to feel pangs of pain and realised this meant he could not be paralysed. He arrived and then after informing his wife of his situation by telephone he was put under sedation to deal with his head wound. Afterward Baruch and Clementine, his wife were by his bedside. Afterwards out of curiosity and mischief Winston asked “Tell me, Baruch, what is the number of your house?”. "1055" came the reply so Winston followed up with "How near was I to it when I was smashed up?". Baruch then probably knocked his Churchill's ego as much as his body when he stated "Not within ten blocks" (about a half of a mile). 

Four days later Churchill received a visit from Constasino who was terribly upset about what he had done. Churchill though put him at ease and also managed to plug himself by presenting him with a signed copy of The Unknown War, the final volume of The World Crisis that he had written.

Winston’s recovery was slow. Whilst inside hospital he caught pleurisy (tissue between lungs becomes inflamed). To deal with the pain he was suffering Winston was caught in a bind as alcohol was not allowed under Prohibition laws at the time. Never one to give up though he managed to get his American doctor, Otto C. Pickhardt, to write the following note for him:

“…the post-accident convalescence of the Hon. Winston S. Churchill necessitates the use of alcoholic spirits especially at meal times. The quantity is naturally indefinite but the minimum requirements would be 250 cubic centimeters”.

Perhaps such a ‘medicinal approach might surprise some but not others. Famously Field Marshall Montgomery once said to him ‘I neither drink nor smoke and I am one hundred per cent fit.’ To which Churchill retorted ‘I drink and smoke and am two hundred per cent fit’.

Finally on the 28^th January Winston was even well enough to give a lecture in Brooklyn and during February he completed a shortened series of lectures across the United States. His close friends were very happy for him and decided to buy him a Rolls-Royce “to celebrate his recovery” and deliverance from oblivion. “We think there is a certain appropriateness in the presentation of a motor car to a man who has been knocked down by a taxi-cab!” wrote Brendan Bracken to Baruch.

His wife said he told her that he was not sure he would recover from the Wall Street Crash, loss of political status and his injury. In many ways this marked the beginning of his wilderness years. Some American journalists wondered how he felt about the USA and considering his American ancestry asked him if he might ever run for American President. Ever the joker he said “I have been treated so splendidly in the United States that I should be disposed, if you can amend the Constitution, seriously to consider the matter”.

Winston Churchill as he know went on the become Prime Minister and remarkably this was not his only brush with death. He managed to survive one house fire, two plane crashes, three car crashes, four bouts of pneumonia during World War II, five wars as a soldier and a prison break in South Africa. 

He also apparently was a short distance away from Adolf Hitler at one point during World War One when both were in the trenches and in the same month of December 1931 Hitler also had a nasty car crash. Apparently he was returning home following the wedding of Dr. Goebbels, his trusted aide. He was sitting in a car with General Von Epp when it crashed into another red Fiat car used by an 18 year old John Scott Ellis (later known as Lord Howard de Walden). 

At the time Ellis was just learning his way around Munich and he apparently took a right turn and bumped into a pedestrian man in his 40s. Of course this story comes from Ellis and differs from newspaper accounts of the time of two cars hitting one another. Scott Ellis was shaken by the incident but was unaware of who he had hit until his passenger remarked 'Don't you know you just knocked down Adolf Hitler?'.

In later life he used to say '‘For a few seconds, perhaps, I held the history of Europe in my rather clumsy hands. He was only shaken up, but had I killed him, it would have changed the history of the world.’ 

The impact of the crash on Adolf Hitler was enough to shove into the car window and break his finger and make him suffer bruising but as we know he recovered and unfortunately went on to cause World War Two.

Three years later the two once again met. This time Ellis had recently married and by now Adolf Hitler was Chancellor of Germany and de facto dictator of it all and they happen to meet in Munich for an opera where they are sat in boxes side by side. During the interval Ellis leaned across the boxes and spoke to Hitler and asked him if he remembered the car accident and Hitler did and despite his murderous reign having started by now was apparently 'quite charming to me for a few moments' to Ellis.

History will always have many what if questions such as what might have happened if Hitler had died that day but I am afraid will never be able to full answer.

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Prime Minister David Lloyd George's brush with death from flu in 1918

Prime Minister David Lloyd George almost died from flu in September 1918 just when he was celebrating winning World War One.

At the time the war is at a critical phase requiring important decisions to be taken so it is most unfortunate timing for David Lloyd George. By the autumn the Allies are finally starting to dominate. The German Spring offensive has petered out and the growing intervention of the Americans mean the Allies have a growing numerical superiority over Germany in troop numbers. By September the Allies are winning a succession of battles in France and the German Army is struggling to get new recruits to replace their heavy losses. 

However the ‘Spanish Flu’ (contrary to most people’s beliefs the flu was most probably due to American or British troops travelling around France in origin) as it became known in 1918 is causing great damage to British society and the Allied armed forces. According to the American War Department influenza has an impact on at least 26% of the Army, more than a million men. The German army fare little better. Their generals are using it as an excuse for why they ran out of attacking momentum in their 1918 Spring Offensive. The British Minister of State, Bonar Law says at the time that ‘there is intelligence that the Germany Army is being swept by Bolshevism as well as Spanish Influenza, a lack of munitions and general sloppiness’.

Just when this first wave starts to die down in the Autumn a second wave that is more virulent than the first and seems to attack the youngest and healthiest more, begins to emerge. It soon appears on the Allied lines and causes a great deal of worry judging by the confidential correspondence between the Medical Research Council, the War Office and the Army Medical Service due to the perceived possible impact it might have on all the fit and healthy soldiers at a critical moment in the war. The Local Government Board Chief Medical Officer put it that the war took priority over all other considerations and the military authorities could not afford to allow doctors and nurses to leave the war front to help those struggling at home.

Of more concern to the British public is how deadly and quickly it is spreading across their own country. Official advice is not very helpful. The main advice is to gargle with salt water and to isolate yourself until the fever has passed. By the time the epidemic is over it is estimated that over 228,000 civilians have died from it.

One of the epicentres in England for this outbreak is Manchester. Over the course of the summer of 1918 over 100,000 Mancunians catch the influenza and 322 die from it. Remarkably it is to this city that Prime Minister David Lloyd George decides to visit on 11^th September 1918.

Why you might ask does he go to this city given the obvious risks? Well he was in fact born in Manchester and even though he was raised in Wales he has a strong affinity for it no doubt in part because as a Liberal Party member he feels close to the city due to it's  strong Liberal leaning. In contrast to now the flu disease was not a notifiable disease so it was not well reported either officially or in the newspapers. Anything thought to have a negative impact on morale was censored. However perhaps the biggest factor is that he is invited to receive the Freedom of the City as a recognition for his wartime leadership. For a man with his enormous ego it is just too much to ignore.

When he arrives he is given a massive welcome. His short journey to get to Albert Square where he is staying overnight becomes a one hour journey due to the huge crowds desperate to catch a glimpse of him. Crowds of soldiers and munitions workers Unfortunately it is also a typical day in Manchester full of rain so many people end up soaked in rain including the Prime Minister.  

The next day on the 12th September David Lloyd George gives a rousing 90 minute speech at the Manchester Hippodrome. He touches on many issues but a couple of statements have a certain irony given what happens next. Namely his remarks that ‘you cannot maintain an A1 Empire with a C3 population’ (A1 is a military reference to being in very good health whilst C1 is a military term for poor health) and also that ‘nothing but heart failure’ can prevent a British victory.

Not content with one performance for the day Lloyd George then decides to have a civic lunch at Midland Hotel with a gathering of the local Welsh community. Shortly afterwards he falls ill in the afternoon. As a consequence he is too ill to attend the Reform Club in the evening to give a further speech.

One of the little known facts is how easily this whole situation could have been prevented. Back in July 1918, Sir Arthur Newsholme, Chief Medical Officer of the Local Government Board was considering various nationwide measures to deal with the pandemic. Notable ideas he was looking at making use of included stopping large crowds from gathering and also preventing over crowding on public transport. However he changed his mind in August and he did not revive them until October 1918 by which time David Lloyd George had contracted and recovered from the flu. 

As a consequence the national response was markedly different from today. For instance pubs were allowed to remain open and although men's football stopped the women's league was allowed to carry on. Several factories also allowed smoking to carry on in the belief that it helped prevent the flu. Eating porridge was recommended by the News of the World newspaper as a possible preventative measure. Even MP's were not always dependable for useful information. During one parliamentary debate the Conservative MP, Claude Lowther asked "Is it a fact that a sure preventative against influenza is cocoa taken three times a day?"

Any hope that this flu is just the ordinary one are dashed and Lloyd George has to spend nine days in the committee room at the front of Manchester Town Hall. According to the recollections of the Secretary of State for War Sir Maurice Hankey, Lloyd George’s illness is very serious indeed and his valet mentions that at one point it is ‘touch and go’.

The situation is desperate and as David Lloyd George looks out of his window to see the John Bright statue it drips with Manchester’s all too frequent rain. Who can blame him if he feels gloomy at this point. If news breaks out that the Prime Minister is gravely ill many fear it will dampen morale and weaken the war effort. Lloyd George himself states in December 1917 to C.P. Scott, the editor of the Manchester Guardian, that if people really knew the truth about the war it would be stopped tomorrow. However the Prime Minister is fortunate at the time in that the media barons are willing to underplay the severity of his condition for fear of presenting the Germans with a propaganda coup.

Instead with the help of the attending physician, Sir William Milligan, and friendly newspaper barons such as C.P. Scott, the true gravity of his illness is kept out of the public prints. The Manchester Guardian jokes that Lloyd George had caught a ‘severe chill’ when he had accidentally been soaked in a downpour in Albert Square and that he had since become ‘a prisoner of [Manchester’s] not too kindly climate’. 

In the meantime, The Times censors several of Milligan’s medical bulletins. Finally the Prime Minister's health recovers and perhaps one specific piece of news goes some way to improve his countenance. It is that British troops at the Salonika bridgehead have finally defeated the Turks and Bulgarians. 

It is not until the 18th that The Times reports that the Prime Minister is on his way to recovery. Fortunately he is given good advice unlike some of the more dubious ideas put out at the time such as to eat lots of porridge, wash your teeth. Unfortunately just when things begin to look up for the Prime Minister his wife ends up with the flu too (another similarity with Boris Johnson and his fiancé Carrie Symonds). Those close to him are worried that if he finds out it might strain him too much and wreck his recovery so they decide to hold back on this information.  

Three days later on the 21^st of September he finally returns to London still wearing a respirator and then moves on to rest at the home of his friend, Danny Park. Meantime his wife slowly recovers.

Eventually the couple, Frances Lloyd George and David are well enough to meet again. He walks into her room on his return holding the Freedom of the City – a silver coffer with enamel plaques, containing the elaborate scroll of the Freedom. Obviously he is very happy to see her but as she looks at his appearance she is aghast at what the illness has done to him. Later she writes ‘He must I fear have been very near death’s door. But he was exhilarated by the turn which events in the war had taken, and this helped his convalescence’.

David Lloyd George’s recovery is slow. Even as late as the 4th of October 1918 he writes ‘I am off by the 8am train from Charing X. My temperature is still very low and my pulse too feeble’ to his wife. No doubt this will also be true for our current Prime Minister, Boris Johnson as he recovers this month.

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Paperback 'Secret English History' Book Released

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The Unbelievable Story of how Alfred the Great got his Name

Alfred the Great deserves his name due to his magnificent reign. Here is one of the many exciting stories I have included in my 'Secret English History' book. Enjoy!

In all English history there has only ever been one leader called Great and his name is Alfred. Quite why this came about owes much to the character of Alfred, the way he handles the terrifying Vikings rampaging throughout England during the 870s and the legacy he leaves behind. 

To understand Alfred it is necessary to know about his tough, tumultuous upbringing. From an early age his life is dedicated to survival and war against the relentless onslaught from the Vikings. In 871 when he is just a young man he fights eight battles, killing one King and nine dukes. To add to the responsibilities and pressure he feels he also has to contend with being anointed as King in 871 when he is only 22. As a consequence he now forces himself to make life and death decisions on a regular basis on behalf of others too. Undoubtedly this harsh upbringing has a bearing on him and probably accounts for his firm, resolute character and military prowess. 

In 877 after seven years of rule and almost continuous warfare, King Alfred looks to be managing the impossible and bringing peace at long last. This is a testament to the success of Alfred as a military tactician. It is also due to a slice of good luck. Whilst he deserves credit for creating our nation’s first naval fleet it is also the case that good fortune plays a role. This has the effect of wrecking a great Viking army that has set sail for England with 120 ships and 5,000 men. Such is the storm’s ferocity few survive to land ashore. As a consequence their Viking leader Guthrum signs a treaty of peace in return for him and his men being allowed to stay in Mercia (modern day Wessex).

At this point King Alfred probably believes that he has earned a well deserved rest. He retires back to his Chippenham villa fortress and lets his nobles go back to their estates. If the story ended here then his reign would still go down in history as very successful. Unfortunately for him his good luck runs out.

What he has not counted on is the duplicity and treachery of Guthrum. Alfred makes a critical error in failing to appreciate the character of his Viking opponent for not only is Guthrum very slippery and conniving but he is also a proud and ferociously violent man with the will to gain more land by any means.

On 12^th January 878 the folly of letting his guard down is cruelly exposed. Guthrum joins up with a separate marauding force from South Wales and carries out a lightning attack by night on the kingdom of King Alfred. Caught by surprise, Alfred and his men have no chance and lose their land to the marauding Vikings. Soon after Guthrum decides to call himself the King of Mercia.

Almost as surprising as the attack is the fact that Alfred somehow manages to escape to fight another day. Never the less by the time of 878 the Viking hordes are all over southern England and Alfred’s prospects look very poor. Forced to beat a retreat to the Isle of Athelney tidal marshes in Somerset he has only his royal bodyguard and a small army of followers. Isolated and left standing as the only West Saxon leader who has not submitted to the marauding Vikings he is in no position to take on any foreign army.

In fact just surviving and evading capture is all Alfred can manage. Whilst in these marshes he is often forced on the move ‘under difficulties through woods and into inaccessible places’. It is from here that he takes shelter during the winter. To survive he has to rely on his good reputation to rally the men in the surrounding region and to encourage them to join his cause. This proves not to be a problem as he is held in such high esteem that men flock to join him from all over the areas we now know as Somerset, Wiltshire and Hampshire. For them Alfred is a source of uplifting joy as many thought he was dead.

It is during this time that the story of King Alfred being confused with a soldier by a woman and being asked to look after some cakes. When she returned apparently he had either fallen asleep or been in such deep thought that the cakes were burnt so she scolded him. This shook Alfred out of his lethargy and he started his comeback. Unfortunately this story is probably fictional. Cakes did not exist at that time, only loaves and it appears this story was borrowed from an earlier story about the Viking warlord, Ragnar Hairybreeks.  

Alfred uses his winter productively. He builds up his military strength, practices fighting drills, creates a fortified base and develops a campaign of guerrilla warfare much like the Dane Vikings have used before against him. Eventually during the Spring he has enough confidence in his men to come out of hiding in the Athelney marshes and rally his soldiers at Egbert Stone near Selwood forest. Here he speaks passionately to all the men in an eloquent rousing speech that inspires his men into a fervour.

The next day Alfred moves to Okely and prepares for war. All the time more and more men flock to join his army. The day after is the crucial day as it is this day that he moves with his army to Edington in Wiltshire. This catches the Danes under Guthrum completely unaware as they have no idea that a mighty threat exists on their doorstep.

Battle is inevitable. Just before the great battle commences, Alfred reminds his men that it is their duty to rescue themselves and their country from the intolerable oppression of a horde of pagan idolaters; that God is on their side and that he has promised victory. Finally he urges them to act like men, so as reap the rewards of victory.

Alfred then quickly puts his men into position and begins advancing. For their part the Danish Vikings are not ready for battle and so are not in formation when they are attacked. This also put them at another crucial tactical disadvantage to add to the psychological momentum against them. Alfred’s strong leadership also inspires his men to fight very hard too. According to early chronicles he is supposed to be someone who ‘fought like a wild boar’ and in turn his own army fights with matching spirit. Further motivation comes from the knowledge that this is their last chance to avoid defeat and a lifetime of degrading servitude and humiliation under the Vikings.

Alfred's fyrd (army) give themselves a further chance as they used a tactic familiar to the Roman infantry, called a shield wall. This means placing shields side by side to create a solid wall and attacking in dense order. Spears are then thrusted through small openings in the shield wall. Even so a fierce battle ensues and lasts all day as it is so bitterly contested.

Finally Alfred's men wear down the Danes so much so they break apart and flee. Guthrum and the remnants of his army are forced to race back to their base at Chippenham, an ironic turn of fate. Whilst here they are besieged for two weeks all the time desperately hoping for a rescue that will never come. Eventually the starving Guthrum accepts his fate and surrenders. He agrees to retreat from the Kingdom of Wessex ruled by Alfred, accept baptism as a Christian and become Alfred’s godson. This means that he is also now bound by personal honour to follow the peace treaty. The baptism is solemnized at Wedmore, in Somerset, some weeks later, giving us what is known as the Peace of Wedmore. Then following this agreement the Danes retreat to East Anglia.

Not content and concerned not to be caught out again King Alfred further stabilises affairs for his Wessex Kingdom by creating a more stable law and order in his kingdom through a change of our laws that come to be known as the Book of Dooms (Book of Laws). In addition he follows up these measures by encouraging the emergence of burhs, or fortified towns that were looked after groups of soldiers on a rota basis. His people are then persuaded to settle in each collection of towns (that are built in a row to act as a string of border fortresses) so as to ensure their protection. Each burh is also armed and kept in a continuous state of alert to deal with any possible Danish incursions.

This system does much to stabilize the political situation and bring a measure of peace to the ravaged islands. It is not until 895 that the Dane Vikings finally leaves following a succession of defeats due once again to King Alfred. It is because of all these tremendous achievements that he is rightly praised so highly and here on ever after known as Alfred the Great.

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