Gentleman Johnny Burgoyne”
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BOOK OF THE WEEK. “GENTLEMAN JOHNNY BURGOYNE” The Dramatist-Soldier Who Helped Us Lose America. (JOHN O’ LONDONS WEEKLY – April 14, 1928) GENERAL JOHN BURGOYNE is one of those military figures who are not conspicuous in popular and patriotic histories. A famous soldier once said that luck was the first requisite of a successful general; Burgoyne had not luck. That is why we hear so little about him. Most of us knew that Burgoyne led one of the British armies against the American troops in the War of Independence that he was surrounded at Saratoga and compelled to surrender with 5,000 men. We also knew that he was a dramatist of some slight distinction, and that made it all the more difficult to take him seriously as a soldier. Moreover when we discovered that after his surrender he became Commander-in-Chief in Ireland and was buried in Westminster Abbey, we began to think that he had not been so unlucky after all. The villain of the piece. It has remained for the late Mr. F. J. Hudleston, formerly Librarian at the War Office, to disinter from the mould of forgetfulness and misunderstanding the gallant, likeable, and by no means incompetent soldier who was associated with one of the most epoch- making failures that ever attended British arms. And from Mr. Hudleston's book, “Gentleman Johnny Burgoyne,” we learn just the measure of his bad luck. We first meet Burgoyne when he is a youthful commander of light dragoons, sprinkling his recruiting advertisements with quotations from Shakespeare but licking his men into shape until George III. took such pride in them that he never wearied of inspecting them. Burgoyne with two other generals Howe and Clinton sailed for America on the Cerebus while London laughed over a wit's remark, “Our Generals may terrify the enemy, the. certainly terrify me.” They arrived at Boston to be greeted by another jest : Behold the Cerebus, the Atlantic plough, Her precious cargo, Burgoyne, Clinton, Howe. Bow wow wow! Not long after taking up his command in the field, Burgoyne fell into a curious correspondence with a rebel general, Lee, who had been a subordinate of his in Portugal and was later to be a traitor to the American cause. Burgoyne proposed a conference which Lee rejected in the highfalutin language of the day, as it “might create those jealousies and suspicions so natural to a people struggling in the dearest of all causes, that of their liberty, prosperity, wives children, anti their future generation.” “It is as well,” says Mr. Hudleston, slyly, “the conference did not take place. It could have only led to a long speech in Gentleman Johnny’s best, Parliamentary manner besprinkled with: ‘Good God, sirs.’ But Lee did not lose hope of converting his old comrade to the American point of View,” An eccentric commander. Blockaded in Boston Burgoyne wrote a farce to be performed by the soldiers: The Americans knowing when the performance was to start attacked the mill at Charlestown at that very moment. The alarm was given and a sergeant outside the playhouse door rushed in upon the stage, crying: “Turn out, turn out! They're at it hammer and tongs.” He was as vigorously applauded it, being taken as a character in the play. Burgoyne was later sent to Canada to carry out a southward advance from that country upon Albany in the State of New York, where he was to meet Howe and St. Leger, “a crazy plan,” as Mr. Hudleston tells us, which could only have succeeded had the gods been persuaded to annihilate time and space. But Burgoyne set out light-heartedly, as became the fine, full- blooded gentleman that he was. Often he was, as a disapproving Ger- man lady saw him on the eve of surrender, “very merry and spent the whole night singing and drinking and amusing himself with the wife of a commisary who was his mistress and who like him was fond of champagne.” The lady was very beautiful and her husband was doubtless advanced rapidly in, the Service. At first, Burgoyne's pedition was successful. The important fortress of Ticonderoga was takcn, and George III. “ran into the Queen’s room, crying : ‘I have beat them! Beat all the Americans.’ ” His Majesty was somewhat premature. Love and war. After this success all might have gone well with the campaign had Howe been instructed to march north and join forces with Burgoyne. As for Howe, he had no thoughts save for the lovely Mrs. Loring, whom the Army called “the Sultana.” In New York he missed a chance while lunching with a beauty Mrs. Lindly Murray, who detained him with “crafty hospitality” while the American General Putnam got away. Meanwhile the American forces were closing in round Burgoyne and his ill-assorted host of British and German regulars Canadians and Indians. The first of the Saratoga battles was on Bemus's Heights, “a very smart and honourable action,” as Burgoyne called it, but deciding nothing, unless perhaps the deadliness of the guerilla methods of the Americans. And Nemesis was waiting for Gentleman Johnny. His army was surrounded, his auxillaries the Indians were melting away. He called a council of war (it was interrupted by a cannon-ball which whizzed across the table) and sent Major Kingston to open negotiations with the American General Gates; When he met the American’s aide-de-camp, Major Kingston “expatiated with taste and eloquence on the beautiful scenery of the Hudson River and the charms of the season!” What a charming touch of Anglo-Saxon sangfroid that is! Britain lost her American colonies, but Burgoyne returned to become a dramatist and to write a vigorous apologia. GENTLEMAN AND SOLDIER “JOHNNY" BURGOYNE. Reviewed by CAPTAIN B. H. LIDDELL HART. GENTLEMAN JOHNNY BURGOYNE. By F. J. Hudleston, with a Biographical Note by Arthur Machen. (Cape. 12s 6d.) (Daily Telegraph - 24 April 1928) One of the wisest and wittiest men who ever sat in the War Office____he sat, often shivering, in an ice-cold basement____has here written, in historical form the most delicious of satires upon the military mind, and, indeed, upon the British character. And it is all the more deadly because Hudleston knew so well, and loved despite their faults, those at whom his almost caressing shafts are directed. In this book he deals ostensibly, of course, with eighteenth-century soldiers, but the reader needs little discernment to see how the author's modern experience, is reflected in the older mirror. As historical biography or as analysis of human nature it is equally good and doubly effective. Those who want to know why we lost the American colonies____both the causes of the revolt and the source of military failure____will find a better and truer answer in these pages than in all the musty tomes of excavated documents. Modern historians have laboured to show the falsity of the old legend of British oppression. And they have succeeded beyond question. But while documents will serve to bring out the unreality of concrete grievances they are essentially superficial and do not penetrate to the things of the spirit, which are far more galling and provocative of revolt than material disabilities. The probable real cause of the American revolution was not, British oppression, but British condescension, and nowhere has it been brought out so clearly yet subtly as in this book. THE WAR OFFICE LIBRARY For many years “Frank” Hudleston sat in his gloomy cellar____to which the library of the War Office, its mental provender, was relegated____and thither generations of soldiers descended to profit by his encyclopaedic knowledge of military literature. They came to learn, and they did learn both of literature and life, but they stayed to laugh. And while they laughed and read his books, he read them and laughed____ever so gently and kindly. He is gone____never a man more missed by his friends, and they comprised and over- flowed the establishment of the Army____but has left us a book which will never let his memory or his wit fade. If, his publishers had liked to copy the crudities of modern publicity they might have advertised it as a “laugh on every page.” Yet the laughs provoke reflection and self-questioning as he guides us through the course of Burgoyne's career from Boston to the surrender at Saratoga and thence to his decline as the scapegoat for “that man”____ the scoundrel Germains. Burgoyne, in contrast, is ably delineated as “pompous, he was a gambler, in morals a latitudinarian. and, I have left the worst for the list, he was a politician.” But he was a Gentleman. Even in the House of Commons he “voted according to his conscience,” which, on occasion, King George thought ‘so extraordinary’ that ‘I almost imagine it was a mistake.’ IRONY AND WIT. As a soldier he and his fellows lend point to many of ‘Mr. Hudleston’s ironical comments on the Army mind. “Circumlocutions! are all very well in a despatch, but ‘fetching a compass' in the field was (unfortunately) not the British way.” “And it is most probable that the generals were anxiously waiting each his turn, all queued up, to borrow the Quartermaster-General’s London Gazette, to see who had been promoted. ... “The principles of strategy are eternal”; those unprincipled warriors who monkey about with them and fight according, to the light of nature are iconoclasts, and, even if they win, deserve the heaviest censure for not conducting warfare à la Cocker Militaire, i.e., some old Prussian General von und zu Schmellfungus.” It is no small part of the book’s historical value that it puts the courage, skill, and generosity of the American troops in a far better light than has been done by previous military historians here.