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
“I suppose you think that my sin has found me out,” he said rather
bitterly to Bride, when this unpalatable news had become verified as
actual fact. “I suppose you believe that I went about the country last
year inciting men to arson and pillage and every sort of brutality. You
know that is what is said of me by the respectable people of Pentreath,
that I provoked and incited riot, and took very good care to be out of
the way when it took place, that others might bear the punishment.”
“It is cruel to say such things of you,” answered Bride, with a quiet
indignation which was very grateful to him. “I know they are not true,
and I almost think the people who say them know that there is only a
very small substratum of truth in them. But, Eustace,” and she looked
up at him with one of her rare smiles, “do you not think you sometimes
say things almost as untrue on the other side? Do you not sometimes
make out men in high places to be little else than monsters, when all
the time they are almost as helpless, and perhaps even less to blame
for the effects of a system, than you for those riots at Pentreath,
which above all things you disapprove and deprecate?”
“I know what you mean,” he said; “I think we all go too far in our
attack and defence. But those men _do_ uphold a system of tyranny and
iniquity, even if they are not responsible for it, whilst I never
uphold violence and lawlessness. I hate and abominate it with my whole
heart.”
“I know you do; but you will not get ignorant men to believe it, when
you teach them how bad the laws are. Their idea of mending the existing
state of things is to rebel against it by force.”
“Yes; and great present mischief is the result; but, Bride, if all
men held your doctrine of patience and submission, no reformation or
reform, no redress of abuses, no respite from tyranny and oppression,
would ever have been effected in the world’s history. When you have
such imperfect material to deal with, imperfections are everywhere.
Good is always mixed with evil, and will be to the end of the chapter.”
“Yes; until the Kingdom,” answered Bride sadly, yet with a sudden
lighting of the eyes. “Yes, Eustace, I know that so long as human
nature is what it is, nothing can be done without evil creeping in.
But I still think that if men would be content to leave results, and
simply strive themselves after the best and highest good, and try
and teach the ignorant and the degraded the one true and only way of
raising themselves--if men would look to God for His teaching--from the
highest to the lowest--trying in all things to do not their will but
His--then I think the world would gradually raise itself without these
cruel scenes of strife and bloodshed, without these heart-burnings and
miserable factions. ‘Thy kingdom come!’ It is a prayer always on our
lips; but do men try to apply the laws of God’s kingdom to this earth
which He has made and they have marred?”
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