Thursday, March 27, 2008

National feelings

Some time ago I read, in a footnote, that the word nationalism makes a surprisingly late first appearance in the catalogue of the Bodleian Library. Its first use is in the title of a late 19th Century pamphlet on Irish nationalism

Published in Manchester, & yes the Central Library has a copy

The author was active in the Home Rule Movement in Manchester & he was particularly concerned to analyse the origins of the sense of nationalism which seemed so strong in his compatriots

Interestingly, he dismisses straight away the idea that it comes from blood or race. How could it, when Ireland is such a melting pot, of the earliest known inhabitants admixed with Viking, Norman, Scottish & yes, English …

He came to the conclusion that it is the land, the soil, which in a quasi-mystical way shapes & moulds the people who live there

Not such an unusual idea, perhaps. The following comes from Caxtons Description of Britain, originally published in 1480

England is a good land, rich in wool, though a corner of the world

England is full of pleasures & full of noble people fully deserving enjoyment, fine men with noble tongues, noble hearts & everything about them noble

Their hands are more gracious & more generous than their tongues

In addition, England is a beautiful country, flower of all surrounding countries

The land is very pleasantly endowed with its own fruit & products

It offers relief to foreigners in need & when hunger afflicts other countries, it feeds them

The country is truly pleasant, whilst people live in peace

East & West, in every country, England’s havens are well known

It is provided with ships which often help other countries

In it, people always hold their food & money much more in common, & they gladly give gifts in exchange for learning

Far & wide, by land & sea, people speak of England

This island must surpass the rest in land, honey, milk & cheese


It has no need for other countries; they all have to ask for help from this one alone

King Solomon might well marvel at the delightfulness of this native land, & the Emperor Octavian might well long for the riches it contains

A Poet