That which constitutes the greatest charm of the work is the subdued and
chastened satire one occasionally meets with. Not a rude and boisterous,
a cutting or malicious satire, but such as requires to be read with some
attention before the full force of its sly inuendos, and of slight
circumstances mentioned as if in passing, is fully perceived. Take the
following instance, and note how the effect is heightened by a number of
little details, thrown in as if by accident.
“A few days ago, passing by one of their prisons, I could not avoid
stopping in order to listen to a dialogue which I thought might afford
me some entertainment. The conversation was carried on between a
debtor through the grate of his prison, a porter who had stopped to
rest his burden, and a soldier at the window. The subject was upon a
threatened invasion from France, and each seemed extremely anxious to
rescue his country from the impending danger. ‘For my part,’ cries the
prisoner, ‘the greatest of my apprehension is for our freedom: if the
French should conquer, what would become of English liberty? My dear
friends, liberty is the Englishman’s prerogative; we must preserve
that at the expense of our lives: of that the French shall never
deprive us; it is not to be expected that men who are slaves
themselves, would preserve our freedom should they happen to conquer.’
‘Ay, slaves,’ cries the porter; ‘they are all slaves, fit only to
carry burdens, every one of them. Before I would stoop to slavery, may
this be my poison, (and he held the goblet in his hand,) may this be
my poison—but I would sooner list for a soldier.’
“The soldier, taking the goblet from his friend, with much awe
fervently cried out, ‘It is not so much our liberties as our religion
that would suffer by such a change: ay, our religion, my lads. May the
devil sink me into flames (such was the solemnity of his adjuration)
if the French should come over, but our religion would be utterly
undone.’ So saying, instead of a libation, he applied the goblet to
his lips, and confirmed his sentiments with a ceremony of the most
persevering devotion.”
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