Observe! I lay this piece of yellow earth on the table - I contemplate you both; the man there - the gold here! Now there is many a man in those streets, honest as you are, who moves, thinks, feels, and reasons as well as we do; excellent in form - imperishable in soul; who, if his pockets were three days empty, would sell thought, reason, body, and soul too, for that little coin! Is that the fault of man? - no! It is the fault of mankind! God made man - Behold what mankind have made a god! When I was poor I hated the world; now I am rich and I despise it. "Let's see what the urchin's for" - that came next.
Not overmuch their way, I must confess.
Such a to-do! The tried me with their books:
Lord, they'd have taught me Latin in pure waste!
Flower o' the clove.
All in Latin I construe is, "amo" I love!
But, mind you, when a boy starves in the streets
Eight years together, as my fortune was,
Watching folk's faces to know who will fling
The bit of half-stripped grape-bunch he desires,
And who will curse or kick him for his pains, -
Which gentleman precessional and fine,
Holding a candle to the Sacrament,
Will wink and let him lift a plate and catch
The droppings of the wax to sell again,
Or holla for the Eight and have him whipped, -
Most Schemes that are put foreward for the Improvement of the Circumstances of the People are either avowedly or actually limited to those whose condition least needs amelioration. The Utopians, the economists, and most of the philanthropists propound remidies, which, if adopted to-morrow, would only affect the aristocracy of the miserable. It is the thrifty, the industrious, the sober, the thoughtful who can take advantage of these plans. But the thrifty, the industrious, the sober, and the thoughtful are already very well able for the most part to take care of themselves. No one will ever make even a visible dint on the Morass of Qualor who does not deal with the inprovident, the lazy, and vicious, and the criminal. I speak then as a sister - herself weak, inexperienced, ignorant, nothing - might speak to a brother, in whose career she felf the ambition of a man. Oh, Evelyn! when you inherited this vast wealth I pleased myself with imagining how you would wield the power delegated to your hands. I know your benevolence - you intellect - your genius! the ardent mind couched beneath the cold sarcasm of a long - baffled spirit! I saw before methe noble and bright career open to you at last - and I often thought that, in after years, when far away, I should hear your name identified - not with what fortune can give base, but with deets and ends to which, for the great, fortune is but the instrument; I often thought that I should say to my own heart - weeping proud and delicious tears - 'And one this man loved me!' The intelligent - looking elderly man, who was just fixing himself up on a seat, informed me that he frequently made that his night's abode. 'You see', quoth he, 'there's nowhere else se comfortable. I was here last night, and Monday and Tuesday as well, that's four nights this week. I had no money for lodgings, couldn't earn any, try as I might. I've had one bit of bread to-day, nothing else whatever, and Iv'e earned nothing to-day or yesterday. I had threepence the day before. Gets my living by carrying parcels, or minding horses, or odd jobs of that sort." "Political economy never plays at cards, eh? - never has time for anything more frivolous than rents and profits, wages and labour, high price and low - corn laws, poor laws, tithes, currency - dot-and-go-one-rates, puzzles, taxes, riddles, and botheration! Smooth is the man. Aha! Smooth. Piquet, eh? You owe me my revenge." 3rd EditionDarlene Smith-Worthington, Sue Jefferson 1st EditionCarol Jago, Lawrence Scanlon, Renee H. Shea, Robin Dissin Aufses 2nd EditionLawrence Scanlon, Renee H. Shea, Robin Dissin Aufses 3rd EditionDarlene Smith-Worthington, Sue Jefferson