As for those slaves… the Rev. William Wilberforce and other people whom Lewrie met in London before his little Odyssey were actual people who were in the relentlessly grim process of reforming every wee bit of English Society… the word "Respectable" didn't even come into common usage 'til the late 1790s, after Wilberforce and Hannah More got their talons into things. Sarah Trimmer really wrote dismayingly "cute" children's books, damning all the old blood-and-guts and scare-them-to-sleep folk tales as too traumatic for such shrinking violets as British children. The first roots of the Politically Correct movement put out their first runners deep under the soil at that moment.
So successful were the Reformers, the Clapham Sect, the Evangelical Society, and the Society for the Abolition of Slavery that Britons became a very tight-assed people, just in time for the Victorian Age. To this day, you put up a sign demanding that Brits line up for something, and you'll get a queue the likes not seen outside ticket offices for Super Bowl seats. As Hannah More gleefully said, "Slowly we shall take away all the bad old influences, 'til the only thing they have to look upon is ourselves." Or something very much like that, but you may get the gist. They were social engineers so successful that they made Lenin weep with envy.
Slavery in the British Isles disappeared in the 1750s, though rich business interests fought tooth and nail to keep the sugar, teas, and coffee crops coming in from the Caribbean. It was not 'til 1807 that the slave trade was officially abolished throughout the British Empire, a ban honoured more with lip-service 'til 1815, when the Napoleonic Wars ended, and the government could pay attention to enforcing its laws. A peacetime Royal Navy became active in policing the African coasts with anti-slavery patrols to stop the continued export of slaves by other countries. Slavery itself was not abolished in all British colonies until 1833.
While Lewrie is not much of a real musician with his wee penny-whistle, and I have had my bad moments with bagpipe lessons and badly-done banjo playing, both he and I like music. In the last few books, readers will have run across the titles of eighteenth-century tunes, and for those who haven't been to the Smithville Old Time Fiddlers Jamboree, Uncle Dave Macon Days down in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, been to the Ryman and the Grand Ole Opry, or been fortunate enough to be my downstairs neighbours at one in the a.m. who just adore my CDs, let me cite a couple of them to put you in a "Lewrie state of mind." Drink, low companions, seedy dives, and "women no better than they ought to be" are up to you, though.
"Smash the Windows" is by a group called The Virginia Company, a collection of pre-Revolutionary tavern music on authentic instruments. Write The Virginia Company, Box 1853, Williamsburg, VA 23187, or call (757) 229-3677.
Another is "Nottingham Ale-Tavern Music from Colonial Williamsburg," recorded at the Raleigh Tavern. Contact the Williamsburg Foundation, Box 1776, Williamsburg, VA 23187-1776.
So, here's Lewrie, a national hero, and actually sorta-kinda reconciled with his wife} But, will it all end up aboard Tom Turdman's barge at Dung Wharf, as things involving Lewrie usually do? And, what is Zachariah Twigg really up to, and has Alan been set up as a ready-made martyr for the anti-slavery crowd, as Lewrie suspects? When will the Beaumans and their lawyers (boo, hiss!) arrive, and may Lewrie get his new frigate out to sea before they do? And, finally, just what did Eudoxia Durschenko have in mind when she bade him that enigmatic "pakasnova"-"See you… again!"
"No, Lewrie, you can't go to the circus, again, damn yer eyes!"
Or… maybe he might.
W.W.L.D., y'all.