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
“No; I only heard what they were all saying in Pentreath. I met many
friends, and they all told me something. The Duke of Wellington, when
he found the King would create enough new peers to pass the bill,
if that was the only resource left, retired from his place in the
House, and, some say, will retire from public life altogether. Lord
Wharncliffe and his party of waverers came over at once to the side
of Lord Grey, and so the bill was passed at once. The people are wild
with delight, the bells are being rung, and bonfires are being built
up. I sometimes wonder whether they really understand what it is that
they rejoice at. They seem to think that some wonderfully good time
is coming for them. Poor creatures! I fear they will be disappointed.
An act of constitutional justice has been done; but the troubles of
England lie far, far deeper than an imperfect system of constitutional
representation.”
Eustace was eagerly skimming the contents of newspapers and private
letters, and from time to time giving bits of information to his wife;
but the sense of her words came home to his mind for all that, and
by-and-bye, laying down the papers, he said--
“That is only too true, Bride. That is the very point upon which my
eyes have been opened latterly. I used to think that good government
and pure government was the backbone of a nation’s prosperity and
well-being--as in one sense of the word it is. I mean, that if all men
were doing their utmost to walk in the ways appointed by God, we should
have a pure and good government, and the nation would prosper. But I
see only too clearly now that I was quite deceived in my old belief
that this country and the world can ever be renovated and made good by
any scheme of political reform instituted by man. We may do our best
to be just and temperate, to act uprightly, and think impartially of
the interests of all classes; but that alone will never raise them,
never give them true happiness, never lift them out of the degradation
into which they, as well as too many of us so-called ‘superiors,’ have
fallen. There is only one Power which can do that, only one Power
mighty enough for that task, and that is the Power of which I fear that
we, as a nation of politicians and upright rulers, think singularly
little. The time may come when we shall awake to the remembrance that
God must be Ruler in the earth if right and justice and equity are to
be done; but at present, though we listen to such words with approval
from the pulpit, we are absolutely ignorant how to put them into daily
practice, and our profession and practice are utterly at variance. That
is where our failure comes in, and where I, for one, foresee failure
all along the line. This bill may be the inauguration of an enlightened
and liberal policy for the next generation; but my old hope of seeing
the world raised out of its misery, its degradation, its wickedness by
any such means, is fading fast within me.”
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