Had Shakspeare been as learned as Ben Jonson, he would have written no better than Ben Jonson. The lofty genius of Milton would have created a glorious English epic, had he not travelled too much abroad, and dwelt too much with the past. The Paradise Lost is a splendid piece of Mosaic, made up of bits of Greek and Roman mythology, Hebrew theology, Christian morality, Mediæval romance, set in the purest Anglo-Saxon, twisted into Latin collocation. 'Tis the song of the mocking-bird. What, then? Shall we not in boyhood sojourn and linger at Athens and at Rome, nor in manhood travel into France and Italy? _Est modus in rebus._ Study the past, but be careful not to copy it, and never travel abroad until age has matured your love and respect for your native land. CHAPTER VII. THE WORLD IS _TOO LITTLE_ GOVERNED. Whether with reason or with instinct blest, All enjoy that power that suits them best; Order is Heaven's first law, and this confessed, Some are, and must be greater than the rest-- More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. Heaven to mankind impartial, we confess, If all are equal in their happiness; But mutual wants this happiness increase, All nature's difference, keeps all nature's peace: Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same, in subject, or in king! POPE. Mobs, secret associations, insurance companies, and social and communistic experiments, are striking features and characteristics of our day, outside of slave society. They are all attempting to supply the defects of regular governments, which have carried the "Let alone" practice so far, that one-third of mankind are let alone to indulge in such criminal immoralities as they please, and another third to starve. Mobs (_vide_ California) supply the deficiencies of a defective police, and insurance companies and voluntary unions and associations afford that security and protection which government, under the lead of political economy, has ceased to render.