Now comes the era of Charles Dickens. England’s population of 12 million in 1811 goes to 21 million by 1851. In 1851, 7 million English went to church every Sunday while 5.5 million never went. The 1819 Factory Act was the first-time workers under aged nine were not allowed. The act limited work to a grueling 12 hours a day for the older kids. The Six Acts leads to all public meetings of 50 or more people becoming forbidden and authorities could enter any one’s house without warrant. Quakers were prohibited from attending Oxford and Cambridge. Catholic Emancipation becomes law. Bobbies get their name from Robert Peel, who establishes the Metropolitan Police. King George IV is replaced by William IV, the Sailor King who rules until Victoria. Rail travel keeps adding lots of new track. 80% of Europe’s coal and 50% of their iron comes from England. Queen Victoria was evidently highly sexed. This book should have mentioned, but doesn’t, that Queen Victoria was the first member of the Royal family to live at Buckingham Palace.
The 1858 Medical Registration Act specifically excluded women from becoming qualified doctors. Children were finally banned from sweeping chimneys. Seaside and industrial towns flourished in population. Funny how no one swam or wanted the sun yet, in those crowded seaside towns. Racist nineteenth century England liked to portray Irish as criminals and the link between blacks and apes. Not to be ignored, “the Chinese were caricatured as wife-murders and child-beaters.” Such compassion. The Crystal Palace was 900,000 square feet of glass and took 2,000 workers to build. Dueling was now out of fashion. In 1861, only 5% of English children stayed in school after the age of 11. An act of Parliament finally created the sewers of London. Wives still had no property rights. A husband could take all his wealthier wife’s stuff and sell it with no consequences. Then comes the telephone, the transatlantic cable, electric lights, turbine engine, (artificial dye not mentioned in the book), and the automobile. The queen is delighted to become Empress of India, the thrill of ruling another nation by sheer force never gets old for the Brits. In this spirit, England invades the Zulu kingdom, but gets its ass handed back to them with the well-earned massacre of the British. Jack the Ripper only terrorized London for four months and becomes famous for all time. I used to be afraid of Jack the Ripper; reading English History makes me more afraid back then of the British Empire and English “justice”.
On page 200, the Indian Mutinies are mentioned but zero mention of the Sepoy Mutiny and the sadistic English execution technique in Jhelum of “blowing from a gun”, tying of a human to a cannon and then blowing him apart (check it out on Google). This book will give you tiny tidbits about: Gladstone, Disraeli, Dickens, Charles Babbage (who wished we could calculate by using steam or machine), Jeremy Bentham, Thackeray, John Stuart Mill, Charlotte Bronte, Tennyson, Ruskin, Engels, Walter Scott, Lewis Carroll, Oscar Wilde, Gilbert & Sullivan, George Bernard Shaw, and Nathaniel Hawthorne. But, it didn’t offer much new info I didn’t know, so for me it was only an ok book.