Often in my research I keep needing to find who was leading the government and do this through every book. I thought that having the list handy would be good, and then turning it into a research webpage even better. Here is the list. After I post a few more Timeline years and write some more, I will work on the web page with notes about each PM.
|William Henry Cavendish-Bentinck, 3rd Duke of Portland||04/02/1783
|William Pitt the Younger||12/19/1783
|Henry Addington 1st Viscount Sidmouth, “The Doctor”||03/14/1801
|William Pitt the Younger||05/10/1804
|William Wyndham Grenville, 1st Baron Grenville||02/11/1806
|William Henry Cavendish-Bentinck, 3rd Duke of Portland||03/31/1807
|Robert Banks Jenkinson, 2nd Earl of Liverpool||06/08/1812
|Frederick John Robinson, 1st Viscount Goderich
|Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington
|Charles Grey, 2nd Earl Grey
|William Lamb, 2nd Viscount Melbourne
|Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington
|Sir Robert Peel, 2nd Baronet
|William Lamb, 2nd Viscount Melbourne
|Tory* (Tory government, PM a Whig)
“The Cicero of the British Senate” and “The Zany of Debate”
Born 04/11/1770 Marylebone, London
Died 08/08/1827 Chiswick House, Middlesex
Was shortest serving Prime Minister. Earlier, in 1809 he dueled Lord Castlereagh and lost
Popular, witty and intelligent, Canning gained an early political following as an excellent public speaker. He was one of the first politicians to campaign heavily in the country, making many speeches outside Parliament. He died suddenly in office just 119 days after taking up the post. It is the shortest duration of a Prime Minister in history.
He was an enthusiastic follower of Pitt the Younger, resigning from his post as Paymaster General in 1801 when Pitt resigned as prime minister.
Canning was known for his opposition to parliamentary reform and his advocacy of Catholic emancipation.
In 1807 Canning was made Foreign Secretary under the Duke of Portland. His wife, Joan was the sister of the Duchess of Portland. His greatest success was out maneuvering Napoleon at Copenhagen by seizing the Danish navy. (Not that Canning commanded this battle, but ordered and planned the campaign as Foreign Secretary.)
But he also quarreled badly with the War Minister, Lord Castlereagh, over the deployment of troops. When Castlereagh discovered in September 1809 that Canning had made a deal with the Duke of Portland to have him removed from office, he was furious.
Demanding redress, he challenged Canning to a duel, which was fought on 21 September 1809. Canning had never before fired a pistol and completely missed, whilst Castlereagh wounded Canning in the thigh. Both men resigned as a result of the incident.
To Portugal and back
A few weeks later, Canning was disappointed to be passed over as the choice for Prime Minister in favor of Spencer Perceval.
His anger was such that he refused a high profile post in Perceval’s government. However, after a brief stint as ambassador to Portugal (1814-1816), he returned to join the government as President of the Board of Control.
He later replaced his old rival as Foreign Secretary in Lord Liverpool’s government after Castlereagh’s suicide in 1822. Once again, he made a successful Foreign Secretary, especially in preventing South America from falling into French hands.
Canning replaced Liverpool as Prime Minister on 10 April 1827, and set about forming a coalition with the Whigs under Lord Lansdowne, even though Canning was a Tory.
But on 8 August 1827, Canning died from pneumonia at Chiswick House, after spending barely five months in office. His last words were ‘Spain and Portugal’.
He has come to be regarded by some as a ‘lost leader’, with much speculation about what would have happened had he lived.
George Canning – First Lord of the Treasury, Chancellor of the Exchequer and Leader of the House of Commons
Lord Lyndhurst – Lord Chancellor
Lord Harrowby – Lord President of the Council
The Duke of Portland – Lord Privy Seal
William Sturges Bourne – Secretary of State for the Home Department
Lord Dudley – Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs
Lord Goderich – Secretary of State for War and the Colonies and Leader of the House of Lords
William Huskisson – President of the Board of Trade and Treasurer of the Navy
Charles Williams-Wynn – President of the Board of Control
Lord Bexley – Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster
Lord Palmerston – Secretary at War
Lord Lansdowne – Minister without Portfolio
- May, 1827 – Lord Carlisle, the First Commissioner of Woods and Forests, enters the Cabinet
- July, 1827 – The Duke of Portland becomes a minister without portfolio. Lord Carlisle succeeds him as Lord Privy Seal. W. S. Bourne succeeds Carlisle as First Commissioner of Woods and Forests. Lord Lansdowne succeeds Bourne as Home Secretary. George Tierney, the Master of the Mint, enters the cabinet
Canning was married to Joan, daughter of Major General John Scott on July 8th, 1800. Joan was created Viscountess Canning, on January 28, 1828, six months after the death of George.
They had 4 children:
George Charles Canning (1801–1820), died from consumption
William Pitt Canning (1802–1828), died from drowning in Madeira, Portugal
Harriet Canning (1804–1876), married the 1st Marquess of Clanricarde
Charles Canning (later 2nd Viscount Canning and 1st Earl Canning) (1812–1862)
“The happiness of constant occupation is infinite.”
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The Writing Life
My current writing project, a Fantasy, the third part of my trilogy on the son of Duke. It is the third in what I started when I left college. I finished the second part about 2 years ago, and so now I will wrap it up and reedit it all. It is tentatively titles, Crown in Jeopardy, the third book in the Born to Grace tale.
It opens with our hero setting up a trap for the enemies.
Chapter 1: Bait
Caradoc was sore. After days riding, or walking with the men, he was sore. And he wished he wasn’t. When he let his mind dwell on the pains he had, then all he could think of was when he would have a moment to rest. Or a period of time so long that the pains would go away again. He would have to rest for days, though. He did not see that happening any time soon.
And he missed Clarisse. A lot. Not that he missed her for nights when they would sleep together. Which he could not actually say that he didn’t missed. Because that would be untrue. He wanted to spend a lot of time in a bed chamber with her and this war was not helping that.
He missed talking to her, or touching his hand to hers. Little things such as sharing a cup of mead at night. Or after they made love and rested, just holding her.
Caradoc did not know when he would see her again, either. With the war, tearing apart the entire kingdom, it could be months, years, or never. He was not so sure that he would survive the war. He had enemies. A lot of them apparently.
Men who wanted revenge on him for his successes. Men who wanted him dead because he had been too skillful in supporting the Argent’s. Arthur Argent had placed a bounty on his head, and the soldiers under his command said that it was higher than what the rebellious Duke had placed on the King’s head.
Caradoc did not want to dissuade the men about that. The truth was though, that Arthur may have wanted him dead, but he would pay more to see that the heirs of King Richard were first caught and killed.
And that led Caradoc to work on his current mission. For two days after they had left Hull the men under his command had marched south. Any who had thought to spy on his command would be sure that they were traveling to join the Argent forces and take back the kingdom, or those parts that had been seized by Duke Arthur.
Edward had been against it. Edward still was not as he had been when they had journeyed to the Holy Lands. And then the night that they had started on this mission, word had come that the King had died. That had made Edward worse than before, Caradoc felt.
“Lord, better concentrate, it’s been a week and they have to know we are close.” Avram said. Caradoc gave the man a bitter look. He should have gone with the Edward, as Frederick and Alain also should have done. Paxton was the only one who went South with the Prince. And he had taken five minutes to talk to Caradoc before the larger group of warriors continued to the south.
“I don’t like it. The Prince has acted selfish and scared. And you lot are off on another adventure and I have to tend the man. I am not some childsitter but you would have me act as one.”
Caradoc could not fault that. “You travel with my wife, Great Captain. I have put a lot of trust and faith in you and those under your command.”
Paxton said, “You are very right I travel with your wife, who will throw crockery as easily at my head as yours when she finds that you have gone back north. When she finds that this was your plan all along and that the messenger that you are going to pretend rides in tomorrow forces you to hare away.”
Avram smiled, “There will be a messenger. It will not be pretend. Just that he will have a message that we wrote a few minutes ago, instead of one that the Duchess of Hull has written.”
Alain drank his jack of ale, and looked at Frederick, “Too much subterfuge. There are probably spies in the camp. Spies with the soldiers. There always are such. But you need not hide your true task from all.”
“If we told Edward, do you not think in a moment of weakness he might say something that he should not?” Caradoc asked. That was the reason they had come up with subterfuge. Of those who knew what they planned the following day, only the Archmagi William and Miriam were not in the tent then. Caradoc knew he was being cowardly. Not that he felt he should tell Edward, for the man might betray the secret. But that he was not confronting Clarisse and telling her what he was up to. She, as she had done in the past, might find a way to join them. And he was not going to take her north to Powys. He was not sure that Cynwal, the Clanrex, if he captured Clarisse, wouldn’t torture her to death.
The man was the father of Hyfaidd, and there had never been a man so evil as he. Caradoc was glad that he had killed the man. Stupid and arrogant, and responsible for making the borders unsafe. So unsafe that Caradoc had come to realize that the only way to secure them was to destroy the line of Chiefs of Powys. He had killed the son. Caradoc’s father had killed the Clanrex’s father. Now it was time to see that the Clanrex was killed as well.
Caradoc did not care who did it, as long as it was done.
That the Clanrex and his line be eradicated. They wanted war, and had gone a long way to putting Northmarch in jeopardy. That the battles of spring and summer had seen to the destruction of much of the armies of Powys did not finish off the Clanrex and his powerbase. Duchess Amanda had said that man would not go to extremes to have his revenge against Caradoc., but he should be prepared for being hunted by the agents of the Clanrex as long as the Clanrex lived.
That was something Caradoc did not want to have over his head, or that of his children. Thus, with a few companions, and an army, he had broken from the main contingent that marched south.
“Last year it would have been a dozen of us,” Caradoc mused.
“And Clarisse would have been hanging on you as well. I should hope that she never realizes that Miriam made her groggy so she would not argue.” William said. He rode next to Caradoc. He was not troubled by the soreness from riding for so long. William cast spells to make himself comfortable.
“I suspect that if Princess Clarisse does realize that Lady Miriam had cast spells upon her to restrain her, then she will also realize why.” Caradoc said. He had talked to Miriam about that issue. That if she had come, as she had done in the past, then he would not be able to concentrate on the task that he had to do.
Clarisse was smart enough to understand that should she be captured, or hurt, Caradoc did not think well. The last time he had cut his way through an army to rescue her. He had killed or wounded badly enough that his enemies had fled, more than forty men. Then later, in a second part of that attack, had dueled and killed Hyfaidd, and allowed William to collapse part of the castle where Clarisse had been held.
“I can check if you wish. It has been some days, and I am certain that none of the Magus still in the employ of the Clanrex will know that I speak to Miriam. I am worried that she does stay with Edward and travels south.”
Caradoc said, “No, I do not need to know my wife’s state of mind. I do worry that they stay south also, but Clarisse knows she will earn my displeasure should she leave Edward’s column. Now, we have other business at hand. How much longer did you think?”
William had reported that the previous night, they having been in Powys for four days, had attracted warriors of the Clanrex heading towards them. Caradoc and his men had attacked twice, doing the same amount of damage that the armies of Powys had done to the countryside of Hull. Caradoc had struck the hands of men who had raised weapons against his men. Those of Powys had struck the heads form men, women, and children who had remained on their farms in Hill when their armies had crossed over the border.
Caradoc left his enemies with one hand, and did not kill the children of women. He did have his men burn their homes, and fields. He was summoning the Clanrex. The ruling line of Powys had been tried and found wanting, again. Just as the Clanrex’ father had his chance to make peace, and had found reasons to attack and kill those of Northmarch who had been of no attachment to warriors, so had the son, and Hyfaidd was totally evil. Caradoc wanted word to spread. Cynwal’s head, or more terror.
“Better make camp soon. My young men are telling me that the clansmen of Powys are getting close.” William said then, rubbing at his head That generally meant he had heard something in his mind. “Here come some of your scouts to tell you the same.”
It was so. The Magus had really begun to understand and work on communications in their minds. They had been able to do this before, but it had taken a lot of power. Something thad had been done with great difficulty. Since William and Miriam had met and could communicate without any effort across great distances, things had begun to change in communications.
If the Magus were known to each, and the better known, the easier, then they could speak over greater distances than those who were only acquainted with each other. And acquaintance was no determination that the spell would be easy. Mere acquaintance could exhaust a man trying to communicate with another a mile away.
“Lord,” the first of the men to draw near said. “It is as we planned. As we hoped.”
Caradoc knew what that meant. “Then there are warbands approaching.”
It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes, my lord.” The scout said and looked to the ArchMagus. William shrugged his shoulders. Caradoc hated that his friend did that. William needed to have patrols go forth to espy the land and look for the enemy. He could not see if they were out there without men, and specifically the other Magus, roaming ahead, to the sides and behind. That he would then tell Caradoc what the scouts found before they returned made the reports of the scouts redundant. Caradoc did not want his men to feel as if their duty was worthless, so he listened to the reports in full and asked questions. Questions that often William had already told him the answers to.
Sending the scout on his way after Caradoc had quizzed him he turned to the ArchMagus and said, “I will have to stop riding with you. You know it belittles the work of the men.”
William said, “That is not my intention. So, now what do we do? Set-up camp?”
Caradoc nodded. “Yes, I shall give the orders. And then we shall see if the plan will work.”
William shivered. “I do not much like sitting around as a target. I can not think that we did that much when we went to the Holy Lands.”
Caradoc nodded, “No, there we were always moving. And, if a small group of twenty or less of us could have found and killed Cynwal, I would have come north with far fewer men.”
Again William shivered. “I don’t like the thought of this mission either. We have never acted to single out one man for this type of justice.”
“One might think it unchivalrous. It isn’t chivalrous. But we are not mere knight or apprentice no longer. We must act for a larger purpose. The realm, and all those generations must be protected. The clans of Powys are led by men who have proven traitorous, deceitful and vengeful. I have judged them, and found them wanting, as have others. Their punishment is imminent.”
William chuckled even as the situation was very grave, “You should have said that to your wife. She would have argued. Princess Clarisse will always argue, but you would have had a rightness when speaking to her. She would not have been able to thwart you in this quest at all.”
“Hmm,” Was all he had to comment. Let William take the lady Miriam to wife and see what being right would mean to surviving an argument. The only thing that had saved him from his wife’s displeasure and her visible anger, for she kept that private when they parted, was the subterfuge of the message. That had been inspired, and the agents of Powys, that were surely in the Northmarch camp, would have reported on the messenger arriving as well.