Madonna, and thanked God for having preserved her in her old age
to see the Repeal of the Union!
But this little waywardness did not last long. Bianconi's wild
oats were soon all sown. He was careful and
frugal. As he
afterwards used to say, "When I was earning a
shilling a day at
Clonmel, I lived upon eightpence." He even took lodgers, to
relieve him of the
charge of his household expenses. But as his
means grew, he was soon able to have a
conveyance of his own. He
first started a yellow gig, in which he drove about from place to
place, and was everywhere treated with kindness and hospitality.
He was now regarded as "respectable," and as a person
worthy to
hold some local office. He was elected to a Society for visiting
the Sick Poor, and became a Member of the House of Industry. He
might have gone on in the same business,
winning his way to the
Mayoralty of Clonmel, which he afterwards held; but that the old
idea, which had first
sprung up in his mind while resting wearily
on the milestones along the road, with his heavy case of pictures
by his side, again laid hold of him, and he determined now to try
whether his plan could not be carried into effect.
He had often lamented the
fatigue that poor people had to undergo
in travelling with burdens from place to place upon foot, and
wondered whether some means might not be devised for alleviating
their sufferings. Other people would have suggested "the
Government!" Why should not the Government give us this, that,
and the other,--give us roads, harbours, carriages, boats, nets,
and so on. This, of course, would have been a
mistaken idea; for
where people are too much helped, they
invariably lose the
beneficent practice of helping themselves. Charles Bianconi had
never been helped, except by advice and friendship. He had
helped himself throughout; and now he would try to help others.
The facts were
patent to everybody. There was not an Irishman
who did not know the difficulty of getting from one town to
another. There were roads between them, but no
conveyances.
There was an
abundance of horses in the country, for at the close
of the war an
unusual number of horses, bred for the army, were
thrown upon the market. Then a tax had been levied upon
carriages, which sent a large number of jaunting-cars out of
employment.
The roads of Ireland were on the whole good, being at that time
quite equal, if not superior, to most of those in England. The
facts of the
abundant horses, the good roads, the number of
unemployed outside cars, were generally known; but until Bianconi
took the
enterprise in hand, there was no person of thought, or
spirit, or capital in the country, who put these three things
together horses, roads, and cars and dreamt of remedying the
great public inconvenience.
It was left for our young Italian carver and gilder, a struggling
man of small capital, to take up the
enterprise, and show what
could be done by
prudent action and persevering
energy. Though
the car
systemoriginally "grew out of his back," Bianconi had
long been turning the subject over in his mind. His idea was,
that we should never
despise small interests, nor
neglect the
wants of poor people. He saw the mail-coaches supplying the
requirements of the rich, and enabling them to travel rapidly
from place to place. "Then," said he to himself, "would it not
be possible for me to make an ordinary two-wheeled car pay, by
running as
regularly for the
accommodation of poor districts and
poor people?"
When Mr. Wallace, chairman of the Select Committee on Postage, in
1838, asked Mr. Bianconi, "What induced you to
commence the car
establishment?" his answer was, "I did so from what I saw, after
coming to this country, of the necessity for such cars, inasmuch
as there was no middle mode of
conveyance, nothing to fill up the
vacuum that existed between those who were obliged to walk and
those who posted or rode. My want of knowledge of the language
gave me plenty of time for
deliberation, and in
proportion as I
grew up with the knowledge of the language and the localities,
this
vacuum pressed very heavily upon my mind, till at last I
hit upon the idea of
running jaunting-cars, and for that purpose
I
commenced
running one between Clonmel and Cahir."[2]
What a happy thing it was for Bianconi and Ireland that he could
not speak with facility,--that he did not know the language or
the manners of the country! In his case silence was "golden."
Had he been able to talk like the people about him, he might have