of a Premier have now and then added to the number
of apparently new Cabinets. Of the seven or eight
Ministers who make up a Cabinet, four or five are
usually able and overworked men. The stress of
New Zealand public life has told on many of her statesmen.
Beside Governor Hobson, McLean, Featherston, Crosbie
Ward, Atkinson and Ballance died in harness, and Hall
had to save his life by resigning. Most of the
Colony’s leaders have lived and died poor men.
Parliaments are triennial, and about one-third of
the constituencies are pretty certain to return new
members at a general election. All the elections
take place on one day, and if a member—even
the leader of a party—loses his seat, he
may be cut out for years. This is a misfortune,
as experience is a quality of which the House is apt
to run short. Block votes frequently prevent
elections from being fought on the practical questions
of the hour. The contests are inexpensive, and
there is very little of the cynical blackmailing of
candidates and open subsidising by members which jar
so unpleasantly on the observer of English constituencies.
Indeed, cynicism is by no means a fault of New Zealand
political life. The most marked failings are,
perhaps, the savagely personal character of some of
its conflicts, and a general over-strained earnestness
and lack of sense of proportion or humour. Newspapers
and speeches teem with denunciations which might have
been in place if hurled at the corruption of Walpole,
the bureaucracy of Prussia, the finance of the
Ancien
Regime, or the treatment of native races by the
Spanish conquerors of the New World. Nor is bitterness
confined to wild language in or out of parliament.
The terrible saying of Gibbon Wakefield, fifty years
ago, that in Colonial politics “every one strikes
at his opponent’s heart,” has still unhappily
some truth in it. The man who would serve New
Zealand in any more brilliant fashion than by silent
voting or anonymous writing must tread a path set
with the thorns of malice, and be satisfied to find
a few friends loyal and a few foes chivalrous.
Chapter XXI
SOME BONES OF CONTENTION
“Now who shall arbitrate?
Ten men love what I hate,
Shun what I follow, slight what
I receive;
Ten who in ears and eyes
Match me; we all surmise,
They this thing, and I that; whom
shall my soul believe?”
During the ten years beginning in 1879 New Zealand
finance was little more than a series of attempts
to avert deficits. In their endeavours to raise
the revenue required for interest payments on the still
swelling public debt, and the inevitably growing departmental
expenditure, various treasurers turned to the Customs.
In raising money by duties they received support both
from those who wished to protect local industries
and from those who wished to postpone the putting
of heavy taxation upon land. Sir Harry Atkinson,