Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
Then, the whisper went among the priests and teachers, saying to each,
"In thy soul thou knowest it is a truth, O man, that there are good
things to be taught, on which all men may agree. Teach those, and stay
this cry."
To which, each answered in like manner, "It is a great wrong--BUT IT
WILL LAST MY TIME." And so _he_ put it from him.
I saw a poisoned air, in which life drooped. I saw disease, arrayed in
all its store of hideous aspects and appalling shapes, triumphant in
every alley, by-way, court, back-street, and poor abode, in every place
where human beings congregated--in the proudest and most boastful
places, most of all. I saw innumerable hosts, fore-doomed to darkness,
dirt, pestilence, obscenity, misery, and early death. I saw, wheresoever
I looked, cunning preparations made for defacing the Creator's Image,
from the moment of its appearance here on earth, and stamping over it
the image of the Devil. I saw, from those reeking and pernicious stews,
the avenging consequences of such sin issuing forth, and penetrating to
the highest places. I saw the rich struck down in their strength, their
darling children weakened and withered, their marriageable sons and
daughters perish in their prime. I saw that not one miserable wretch
breathed out his poisoned life in the deepest cellar of the most
neglected town, but, from the surrounding atmosphere, some particles of
his infection were borne away, charged with heavy retribution on the
general guilt.
There were many attentive and alarmed persons looking on, who saw these
things too. They were well clothed, and had purses in their pockets;
they were educated, full of kindness, and loved mercy. They said to one
another, "This is horrible, and shall not be!" and there was a stir
among them to set it right. But, opposed to these, came a small
multitude of noisy fools and greedy knaves, whose harvest was in such
horrors; and they, with impudence and turmoil, and with scurrilous jests
at misery and death, repelled the better lookers-on, who soon fell back,
and stood aloof.
Then, the whisper went among those better lookers-on, saying, "Over the
bodies of those fellows, to the remedy!"
But, each of them moodily shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "It is a
great wrong--BUT IT WILL LAST MY TIME!" And so _they_ put it from them.
I saw a great library of laws and law-proceedings, so complicated,
costly, and unintelligible, that, although numbers of lawyers united in
a public fiction that these were wonderfully just and equal, there was
scarcely an honest man among them, but who said to his friend, privately
consulting him, "Better put up with a fraud or other injury than grope
for redress through the manifold blind turnings and strange chances of
this system."
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