Fors Clavigera (Volume 3 of 8): Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great BritainRuskin, John
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Fors Clavigera (Volume 3 of 8): Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great Britain
Ruskin, John
Aesthetics; Conduct of life; Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; Social problems; Working class -- Great Britain
Yesterday, a lad named Joseph Frieman, eleven years of age, was
charged before the Liverpool magistrates with cutting and wounding
his brother, a child six years old. It appeared that on Saturday,
during the absence of their mother, the prisoner threw the little
fellow down and wounded him with a knife in a frightful manner, and
on the return of the mother she found the lad lying in great agony
and bleeding profusely. In reply to her questions the prisoner said
that his brother "had broken a plate, and the knife slipped." The
woman stated that the prisoner was an incorrigible boy at home,
and stole everything he could lay his hands on. A few weeks ago,
about the time of the recent execution at Kirkdale, he suspended his
little sister with a rope from the ceiling in one of the bedrooms,
nearly causing death. The prisoner was remanded for a week, as the
injured boy lies in a very dangerous state.
SHOCKING PARRICIDE IN HALIFAX.
A man, named Andrew Costello, 86, died in Halifax yesterday, from
injuries committed on him by his daughter, a mill hand. She struck him
on Monday with a rolling-pin, and on the following day tore his tongue
out at the root at one side. He died in the workhouse, of lockjaw.
FORS CLAVIGERA.
LETTER XXXVI.
Three years have passed since I began these letters. Of the first, and
another, I forget which, a few more than a thousand have been sold;
and as the result of my begging for money, I have got upwards of two
hundred pounds. The number of the simple persons who have thus trusted
me is stated at the end of this letter. Had I been a swindler, the
British public would delightedly have given me two hundred thousand
pounds instead of two hundred, of which I might have returned them,
by this time, say, the quarter, in dividends; spent a hundred and
fifty thousand pleasantly, myself, at the rate of fifty thousand a
year; and announced, in this month's report, with regret, the failure
of my project, owing to the unprecedented state of commercial affairs
induced by strikes, unions, and other illegitimate combinations among
the workmen.
And the most curious part of the business is that I fancy I should
have been a much more happy and agreeable member of society, spending
my fifty thousand a year thus, in the way of business, than I have
been in giving away my own seven thousand, and painfully adding to it
this collection of two hundred, for a piece of work which is to give
me a great deal of trouble, and be profitable only to other people.
Happy, or sulky, however, I have got this thing to do; and am only
amused, instead of discouraged, by the beautiful reluctance of the
present English public to trust an honest person, without being
flattered, or promote a useful work, without being bribed.
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