The Customhouse, we must allow, has a very singular machinery for realizing philanthropical aspirations. It includes an army of directors, sub-directors, inspectors, sub-inspectors, comptrollers, examiners, heads of departments, clerks, supernumeraries, aspirant-supernumeraries, not to speak of the officers of the active service; and the object of all this complicated machinery is to exercise over the industry of the people a negative action, which is summed up in the word obstruct. Observe, I do not say that the object is to tax, but to obstruct. To prevent, not acts which are repugnant to good morals or public order, but transactions which are in themselves not only harmless, but fitted to maintain peace and union among nations. And yet the human race is so flexible and elastic that it always surmounts these obstructions. And then we hear of the labour market being glutted. If you hinder a people from obtaining its subsistence from abroad, it will produce it at home. The labour is greater and more painful, but subsistence must be had. If you hinder a man from traversing the valley, he must cross the hills. The road is longer and more difficult, but he must get to his journey's end. This is lamentable, but we come now to what is ludicrous. When the law has thus created obstacles, and when, in order to overcome them, society has diverted a corresponding amount of labour from other employments, you are no longer permitted to demand a reform. If you point to the obstacle, you are told of the amount of labour to which it has given employment. And if you rejoin that this labour is not created, but displaced, you are answered, in the words of the _Esprit Public_, "The impoverishment alone is certain and immediate; as to our enrichment, it is more than problematical." This reminds me of a Chinese story, which I shall relate to you. There were in China two large towns, called _Tchin_ and _Tchan_. A magnificent canal united them. The Emperor thought fit to order enormous blocks of stone to be thrown into it, for the purpose of rendering it useless. On seeing this, Kouang, his first mandarin, said to him: "Son of Heaven! this is a mistake." To which the Emperor replied: "Kouang! you talk nonsense." I give you only the substance of their conversation. At the end of three months, the Celestial Emperor sent again for the mandarin, and said to him: "Kouang, behold!" And Kouang opened his eyes, and looked. And he saw at some distance from the canal a multitude of men at work. Some were excavating, others were filling up hollows, levelling, and paving; and the mandarin, who was very knowing, said to himself, They are making a highway. When other three months had elapsed, the Emperor again sent for Kouang, and said to him: "Look!" And Kouang looked.