Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 398, December 1848Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 398, December 1848
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
might have been done; but what avails distant succour to a dying man?"
Other plans were then suggested; decree followed decree with startling
rapidity, but without avail; distress gained ground, and the crisis
reached its height. Entire streets closed their shops and
counting-houses. Time-honoured names found their way into the gazette;
some of their owners nobly sustaining the shock, others yielding to
despair and rushing to suicide. It was a frightful and unexpected
scene of ruin, which surprised the financial world in the midst of the
abuse of credit, and of a fever of speculation.
"How arrest the evil? What dyke oppose to this growing devastation?
There was no lack of saviours--they swarmed; nor of miraculous
plans--the walls were covered with them. Every day hundreds of
individuals presented themselves, offering to contract with the
country for a supply of felicity. In their eyes, all this misfortune
was but a mistake; to remedy it they had sure balsams and magic
charms. It was a new profession that suddenly started up, that of
saviour of the country, with or without government guarantee."
The quacks were the leaders of the clubs, several of which were
visited by Oscar and Paturot; and Jérome was surprised to find how
little freedom of discussion was allowed amongst men professing
universal equality. Contradiction to the great orator of the hour and
place was usually a signal for the expulsion of the rash offender,
unless the follower of Fourier interposed, and expressed his
willingness to enter the lists of argument. Cabet and the Icarians are
capitally shown up. At the end of the discussion, which more resembled
a lecture, the pontiff of the community produced a packet of letters,
received from the colony where his Utopian schemes were to be carried
out, and read extracts to his admiring auditors, interlarding them
with reflections of his own. "Father," the despatch began, "all goes
well; fraternity intoxicates us. We cannot sleep at night for the
mosquitoes; but, like every thing else, these insects are in common:
that thought consoles us."
'Poor dear children!'
"We have been visited by a great drought; it was common to us all.
Grass failed for the flocks, and meat for man. But with fraternity all
is light--even our diet. Yesterday morning we went to draw water from
the Tair. The river was dry; we got nothing but locusts."
'Divine! pastoral! like a page of the Bible.'
"To-day a tribe of Sioux paid us a neighbourly visit. We invited them
to join our brotherhood. They scalped two of our brethren. Father,
this concerns us greatly. Two scalped and the others not. Where is the
equality? They should have scalped us all."
'Touching scruple!'
"You are expected here with the liveliest impatience, and will be
received with open arms. We run short of shirts; hasten to send us
some, or we shall find ourselves in the condition of a primitive
people. Father, bless your children.
"THE COLONY OF THE TAIR."
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