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    How Britain needs a leader of Gladstone's stature now: the tax-cutting
    reformer who makes Brown and Cameron look like pygmies
    By Dominic Sandbrook

    The Mail on Sunday/UK
    26th December 2009


    He was a man who spent his evenings walking the streets in search of
    fallen women, struggled with an addiction to pornography, and recorded
    in his diary episodes of violent self-flagellation.
    He was also one of the most accomplished, courageous and influential
    leaders in our history: an anti-imperialist, a passionate supporter of
    the underdog, a parliamentary reformer and a tax-cutter, who served
    four terms as Prime Minister and is synonymous with the Victorian age.
    On Tuesday, it will be 200 years since William Ewart Gladstone, one of
    the greatest statesmen this country has ever produced, was born in
    Liverpool.

    Reformer: 'Grand Old Man' William Gladstone in 1893
    And at a time when the economy remains in the doldrums, public debt
    has risen to record levels and corrupt MPs have dragged our democracy
    into the gutter, we should pay a birthday tribute to a great man who
    never failed to put country before party.
    Thanks to the appalling neglect of our national history, generations
    of British teenagers leave school today without knowing the story of
    this genuinely inspirational man.

    And yet by any standards, Gladstone's career overflowed with colour
    and incident.
    Born on December 29, 1809, the son of a merchant, Gladstone was
    extraordinarily precocious even as a child.

    Dominic Sandbrook
    One of his earliest memories was being made to stand on a table and
    say 'Ladies and gentlemen . . .' to a large audience - probably at a
    Liverpool rally in support of Tory MP George Canning. Gladstone was
    just three years old at the time.
    Hardy surprising, then, that from the outset he enjoyed a glittering
    career. At Oxford, he was president of the Union and gained a Double
    First in Classics and Mathematics.

    After his oral exam, he characteristically complained that it had been
    too easy. When the examiner tried to change topics, Gladstone
    exclaimed: 'No sir, if you please, we will not leave it yet' and
    carried on talking.
    But unlike today's spoiled politicians, Gladstone never took his
    advantages for granted.

    He may have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he may
    have gone to Eton, but he was driven by a fierce sense of Christian
    mission - albeit one that sometimes manifested itself in alarmingly
    peculiar ways.
    In the late 1840s, after he had already enjoyed one spell as a
    minister under the Tory Sir Robert Peel, Gladstone took up a hobby
    that now sounds downright bizarre: walking the streets at night to
    find 'fallen women' and encourage them to mend their ways.
    To his friends, he insisted that his interest in London's prostitutes
    was purely charitable. But the evidence of his diaries tells a
    different story.
    Despite having eight children and a very happy marriage, Gladstone was
    a man of irrepressible sexual drive. Tormented by his longings for
    these women, and by his fascination with pornography, he punished
    himself for his sins, recording in his diary that he had whipped
    himself.
    Today, it is hard to imagine a politician chastising himself for the
    'sin of impurity', especially if the sin was only in the imagination.
    But Gladstone took Biblical teachings very seriously - and his
    self-flagellation was essentially an exercise in moral
    self-discipline.
    Meanwhile, Gladstone had embarked on a political journey the like of
    which Britain had never seen.
    Gordon Brown makes a point as he delivers his speech in the plenary of
    the UN Climate Summit After beginning his ministerial career as a
    Tory, he left the party in 1846 after Peel's repeal of the Corn Laws -
    which protected the price of British crops from cheaper foreign
    imports - had split the party.
    >From this point on, Free Trade would be one of Gladstone's political
    touchstones. By sticking so firmly to his principles, he helped to
    make Victorian Britain the workshop of the world.
    A dazzlingly eloquent and ruth-lessly tax-cutting Chancellor in the
    1850s and 1860s, he became leader of the new free-market Liberal Party
    in 1867 and was elected Prime Minister in 1868.
    In four separate terms in Downing Street, from 1868 to 1894 -
    alternating with his hated Tory rival Benjamin Disraeli, Gladstone put
    together a stunning record of reform and modernisation. Indeed, it
    would be no exaggeration to call William Gladstone the architect not
    just of Victorian Britain, but of modern Britain, too.
    It was in his first term as Prime Minister, for example, that the
    government introduced competitive exams for entrance into the Civil
    Service, replacing the old corrupt patronage system.
    It was Gladstone who abolished religious tests for university
    applicants, and it was Gladstone who introduced the secret ballot in
    general elections.
    David Cameron delivers his keynote speech to delegates on the last
    day of the 2009 Conservative Conference
    He also reformed the British Army, abolishing the hideously wasteful
    practice of selling officers' commissions to emptyheaded aristocrats,
    and turning it into a professional fighting machine.
    The crucial thing about these reforms - and the ultimate tribute to
    Gladstone's vision - is that they lasted. These were not spin-driven
    PR gimmicks: for Gladstone, the idea of tailoring his policies to win
    admiring headlines would have been anathema.
    For Gladstone was a man of immense intellectual seriousness. In an age
    when many MPs vault straight from Oxbridge to Westminster without
    experiencing anything of the real world, and when others can barely
    string a sentence together, it is almost embarrassing to recall that
    we once had a Prime Minister who spent his spare time writing learned
    commentaries on the Greek poet Homer, and who reportedly read no fewer
    than 21,000 books.
    Gladstone's intellect was matched only by his phenomenal physical
    energy. One of his great enthusiasms was chopping down trees - a
    slightly bizarre hobby he pursued into great old age.
    Queen Victoria, who preferred the flattery of Disraeli, complained
    that Gladstone 'speaks to me as if I was a public meeting'. But to
    millions of her subjects, Gladstone's earnestness and eloquence were
    hugely admirable.
    William Gladstone, 19th century Liberal Prime Minister
    In 1880, when he made one of his many political comebacks, a
    staggering 86,930 people came to hear him speak - something that
    would be unimaginable today.
    And why so many ordinary people loved the 'Grand Old Man' is not hard
    to discern. In an age of patrician politicians, he was a genuine
    democrat, who trusted the people and had faith in their good sense.
    He was no socialist: indeed, he spoke out often 'on behalf of
    individual freedom and independence as opposed to what is termed
    Collectivism'. But at a time when millions were more prosperous and
    better educated than ever, Gladstone recognised the desire for change.
    'The principle of the Liberal Party is trust in the people, only
    qualified by prudence,' he said. Indeed, today's legislators could
    take a leaf from Gladstone's book where parliamentary reform is
    concerned.
    Although, like most men of his generation, he drew the line at votes
    for women, it was Gladstone who passed the Reform Act of 1884, giving
    town and countryside the same voting rights for the first time
    (previously, many rural dwellers had been denied the vote), sending
    the electorate above five million and inaugurating a new age of mass
    politics.
    And Gladstone's trust in the common man was not confined to mainland
    Britain. In Ireland, he believed the only recipe for peace was to
    grant Home Rule under the British crown - a solution that, had it
    not been for the intransigence of the Lords and the Tories, might have
    avoided the bloodshed of the last century.
    Unlike most of his political colleagues, he was never carried away by
    the false, fleeting glamour of jingoistic wars.
    'You should avoid needless and entangling engagements,' he told an
    audience in 1879. 'You may boast about them, you may brag about them,
    you may say you are procuring consideration of the country. But what
    does all this come to, gentlemen?
    'If you increase your engagements without increasing strength, you
    diminish strength, you abolish strength; you really reduce the Empire
    and do not increase it. You render it less capable of performing its
    duties.'
    Wise words, and ones that Tony Blair and Gordon Brown should have
    heeded when they sent our troops into foreign battlefields without the
    resources to keep them safe. But then if Gladstone were somehow to
    reawaken in 21st-century Britain, I suspect he would be appalled by
    the record of his successors.
    To the greatest Chancellor in our history, who boasted of saving money
    on 'candle-ends and cheese-parings' and insisted that 'economy is the
    first and great article in my financial creed', our level of public
    debt - predicted to reach a staggering 77 per cent of our national
    wealth in 2014 - would seem truly horrifying.
    And as a staunch believer in tax cuts and balanced budgets, Gladstone
    would be aghast at Gordon Brown's profligate record. In his very first
    Budget as Chancellor, he eliminated 123 duties and reduced 133 more.
    During his second spell at the Treasury, he cut income tax from 9d to
    4d in the pound, saying he wanted to let money 'fructify in the
    pockets of the people'.
    Meanwhile, for all his concern for the poor, Gladstone would be
    horrified by the modern welfare state. 'We live at a time when there
    is a disposition to think that the Government ought to do this and
    that, and that the Government ought to do everything,' he remarked in
    1889.
    'If the Government takes into its hands that which the man ought to do
    for himself, it will inflict upon him greater mischiefs than all the
    benefits he will have received.'
    The object of Liberalism, he explained, was 'that the spirit of
    self-reliance, the spirit of true and genuine manly independence,
    should be preserved in the minds of the people'.

    And 'nothing should be done by the State', he wrote in the Liberal
    manifesto of 1885, 'which can be done better or as well done by
    voluntary effort'.
    Above all, though, Gladstone was a man of supreme moral courage. He
    preached the gospel of free trade and low taxes not because it was
    convenient, but because he believed it was right.
    And even when his principles clashed with his self-interest, he stuck
    to his guns - for instance in 1886, when his belief in Irish Home
    Rule split the Liberal Party and sent him into opposition.
    By the time he retired as Prime Minister in 1894, he left Britain as
    the world's richest and most dynamic power, with its parliamentary
    system and national finances the envy of the world - a far cry from
    its position today.
    As his friend John Morley recalled, it was entirely characteristic of
    the Grand Old Man that in his final Cabinet, his ministers burst into
    tears at the news of his resignation, while he 'sat quite composed and
    still'.
    And it was even more characteristic that he spent the last four years
    of his life writing scholarly articles and campaigning on behalf of
    the persecuted Armenians under the Ottoman Empire - a painful
    contrast with the shameless, sleazy money-grubbing of Tony and Cherie
    Blair.
    But then Gladstone belonged to a more serious age, in which duty,
    virtue and responsibility were more than empty buzzwords. When he died
    in 1898, thousands of ordinary Britons - Liberal and Tory alike -
    filed past his body in Westminster Hall, in solemn recognition of what
    they owed to the Grand Old Man.
    He had his quirks and his failings, to be sure, and he would cut a
    very peculiar figure in today's House of Commons. But how we could do
    with Gladstone's courage and seriousness today.
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