Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
work steadily on the while--like men!" There were others who were for
more violent means--with as much reason as would exist in the man who,
having suffered all his life from an internal hereditary disease, goes
abruptly to a physician, and demands a dose of medicine that shall
cure him on the spot. But the sensible men were the most powerful
body, although possibly not the most numerous, and they worked
steadily on, educating their children, and taking advantage of those
aids which their own persistence and the natural advancement of the
times brought to them. In the midst of this, there comes to the island
a ship, and the Captain, convening a meeting of working men, says, "I
am one of yourselves, and I know a means of remedying your grievances.
Sail under my colours, and the oligarchs who monopolise the fat of the
land shall be mown down like chaff. There shall be no waiting! You
shall have as much fresh meat every day as you can eat; you shall have
good clothes always; you sha'n't know what it is to be pinched; you
shall have a man's rights--full measure! And these things shall be
accomplished at once." He spoke confidently and boldly, and his words
were tempting, and made an impression even upon those whose views were
in favour of more temperate action than he advocated. But some among
them asked of themselves, "What is it that we are asked to do?" And
they thought, after all, that there were worse lots than that they had
to bear. Many of their homes were happy, though poor. By their own
firesides they enjoyed the greatest blessings of life. They loved
their wives; they loved their children. They saw these stems of theirs
growing to womanhood and manhood under their loving protection. "If we
stagger," they said to themselves, "they will fall and get hurt." And
we know,' said Robert Truefit, with intense and heartfelt earnestness,
'we who are husbands and fathers--we know how our own hearts bleed
when those who are dear to us suffer! Said these men to themselves, as
they looked around upon other communities and other countries, "Here
is a community that strove to accomplish by force what we are striving
to accomplish by steady and reasonable means. What do we see as the
result? Fire, pillage, murder, civil war; food-fields laid waste,
homes burnt to the ground, families in mourning, lives wrecked! Shall
we bring these things upon ourselves and upon our wives and children?"
But still the captain urged his views. "Well, then," said they,
turning to him'--and Robert Truefit with a startlingly significant
movement turned towards Mark Mallard--'"prove to us at all events that
you are honest--prove to us that you are one of ourselves--that the
name you go by is your own, and has always been your own. Some of us
fear that you have hoisted false colours, and they don't want to sail
under them. Prove to us that our fears are unfounded, and then, when
we are satisfied as to your honesty and integrity, we will give a more
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