1851; Or, The adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Sandboys and family, who came up to London to enjoy themselves, and to see the Great Exhibition.Mayhew, Henry
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1851; Or, The adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Sandboys and family, who came up to London to enjoy themselves, and to see the Great Exhibition.
Mayhew, Henry
Great Exhibition (1851 : London, England) -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
Now, the Great Exhibition, looked at in its true light, is, we say once
more, a huge academy for teaching men the laws of the material universe,
by demonstrating the various triumphs of the useful arts over external
nature.
One great good the Exhibition assuredly must do, and that is to decrease
the large amount of slop or inferior productions that are flooding the
country, and which, in the rage for cheapness, are palmed off as equal
to the handiwork of the most dexterous operatives. Were the public
judges of workmanship—had they been made acquainted with the best work
of the best workmen, and so possessed some standard of excellence by
which to test the various kinds of labour, it would be impossible for
the productions of the unskilful artisan to be brought into competition
with those of the most skilful. Owing to the utter ignorance of the
public, however, upon all such matters, the tricky employer is now
enabled to undersell the honourable master by engaging inferior workmen,
while the honourable master, in order to keep pace with the tricky
employer, is obliged to reduce the wages of the more dexterous “hands.”
Hence, we see the tendency of affairs at present is, for the worse to
drag the better handicraftsmen down to their degradation, instead of the
better raising the worse up to their pre-eminence.
The sole remedy for this state of things is greater knowledge on the
part of the public. Accustom the people continually to the sight of the
best works, and they will no longer submit to have bad workmanship
foisted upon them as equal to good.
To those unversed in the “labour question,” this may appear but a small
benefit, but to those who know what it is to inculcate a pride of art—to
make the labourer find delight in his labour—to change him from a
muscular machine into an intellectual artist, it will seem perhaps as
great a boon as can be offered to working men. At present, workmen are
beginning to feel that skill—the “art of industrial occupations”—is
useless, seeing that want of skill is now beating them out of the
market. One of the most eminent of the master shoemakers in London
assured us that the skilled workmen in his business were fast
disappearing before the children-workers in Northampton; and, indeed, we
heard the same story from almost every trade in the metropolis. The bad
are destroying the good, instead of the good improving the bad.
The antidote for this special evil is a periodical exhibition of the
works of industry and art. Make the public critics of industrial art,
and they will be sure to call into existence a new race of industrial
artists—but as it is, both the public and the workmen are the prey of
greedy, tricky tradesman.
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