Show Notes
In 1834, Britain sent a man to China almost perfectly unsuited to the job... only to forbid him from actually doing it. William John Napier, naval officer, socialite, & dilettante with no experience in diplomacy, trade, or China, arrived at Canton convinced he was destined to break open the Qing Empire by force of his will alone. But he would not get quite the war he wanted. Nor the recognition he imagined. Nor the vindication he believed history owed him. Which is not to say he got nothing at all...
Time Period Covered:
January-October, 1834
Major Historical Figures:
The Qing Empire:
The Daoguang Emperor (Aisin-Gioro Minning) [r. 1820–1850]
Lu Kun, Governor-General of Liangguang [1772–1835]
The British Empire:
King William IV [r. 1830-1837]
William John Napier, 9th Baron Napier, Chief Superintendent of British Trade in China [1786-1834]
Henry John Temple, 3rd Viscount Palmerston [1784–1865]
Charles Grey, 2nd Earl Grey [1764–1845]
Major Sources Cited:
Fairbank, John K. Trade and Diplomacy on the China Coast
Platt, Stephen R. Imperial Twilight: The Opium War and the End of China’s Last Golden Age.
Wakeman, Frederic, Jr. “The Canton Trade and the Opium War,” in The Cambridge History of China, Vol. 10.
Wakeman, Frederic, Jr. The Fall of Imperial China.
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