Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
“It is right, according to my ideas of justice, and will be gradually
accomplished, as you know, by extension of franchise and so forth. We
need not discuss that theme now. What I mean to point out to you is
the danger that threatens us in the future. From claiming a fair class
representation as the basis of sound government, the next step will be
the theory that every man--or at least every householder--should have
a vote, and most plausible reasons will be given for this. Probably in
time it will be carried into law, and then you will see at once an end
of class representation as well as of fair constitutional government.
The power will no longer be balanced. It will all be thrown into the
hands of one class, and that the most numerous but the least educated,
the least thoughtful, the least capable of clear and sound judgment,
because their very conditions of life preclude them from study and the
acquisition of the needful knowledge requisite for sound government.
The power will be vested in the class the most easily led or driven by
unprincipled men, by the class with the least stake in the country,
and the least power of seeing the true bearing of a measure which may
be very plausible, but absolutely unsound. It may take the people very
long to find their power, and perhaps longer still to dare to use it;
but in time both these things will be achieved, and then the greatness
of England will be at an end; and, as I think, the state of misery and
confusion which will ensue will be far, far greater than what she has
endured beneath the sway of her so-called tyrants and oppressors.”
Bride heaved a long sigh.
“Eustace would not think that,” she remarked softly.
“No, nor many great men of the day; and time has yet to show whether
they are right, or an old parish priest who has been buried alive
all his days and knows nothing, as they would argue, of the signs of
the times;” and here Mr. St. Aubyn smiled slightly. “Well, well, God
knows, and in His good time we shall know. For the present that must
content us. Let us not be in haste to condemn. Let us be patient, and
full of faith and hope. He has always pointed out a way of escape for
His faithful servants and followers before things become too terrible
for endurance. Our hope no man can take from us. Let us live in its
heavenly light, and then shall we not be confounded at the swelling
of the waters and the raging of the flood--those great waters of the
latter days--supporting the beast and his scarlet rider, which are
peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues, the power of a great
and lawless democracy.”
Bride looked awed and grave, yet full of confidence and hope; but the
conversation was brought to a close by their arrival at the cottage
whither both were bound.
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CHAPTER X
_A STRANGE NIGHT_
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