History of English Literature Volume 3 (of 3)Taine, Hippolyte
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History of English Literature Volume 3 (of 3)
Taine, Hippolyte
English literature -- History and criticism
This pit into which he has fallen "has cost hundreds and
hundreds o' men's lives--fathers, sons, brothers, dear to thousands an'
thousands, an' keeping 'em fro' want and hunger.... The men that works
in pits... ha' pray'n an' pray'n the lawmakers for Christ's sake not to
let their work be murder to 'em, but to spare 'em for th' wives and
children, that they loves as well as gentlefok loves theirs"; all in
vain. "When the pit was in work, it killed wi'out need; when 't is let
alone, it kills wi'out need."[251] Stephen says this without anger,
quietly, merely as the truth. He has his calumniator before him; he does
not get angry, accuses no one; he only charges old Gradgrind to clear
him and make his name good with all men as soon as he shall be dead. His
heart is up there in heaven, where he has seen a star shining. In his
agony, on his bed of stones, he has gazed upon it, and the tender and
touching glance of the divine star has calmed, by its mystical serenity,
the anguish of mind and body.
"'It ha' shined in upon me,' he said reverently, 'in my pain and trouble
down below. It ha' shined into my mind. I ha' lookn at't and thowt o'
thee, Rachael, till the muddle in my mind have cleared awa, above a bit,
I hope. If soom ha' been wantin' in unnerstan'in' me better, I, too, ha'
been wantin' in unnerstan'in' them better.
"'In my pain an' trouble, lookin' up yonder--wi' it shinin' on me--I ha'
seen more clear, and ha' made it my dyin' prayer that aw th' world may
on'y coom toogether more, an' get a better unnerstan'in' o' one another,
than when I were in't my own weak seln.
"'Often as I coom to myseln, and found it shinin' on me down there in my
trouble, I thowt it were the star as guided to our Saviour's home. I
awmust think it be the very star!'
"They carried him very gently along the fields, and down the lanes, and
over the wide landscape; Rachael always holding the hand in hers. Very
few whispers broke the mournful silence. It was soon a funeral
procession. The star had shown him where to find the God of the poor;
and through humility, and sorrow, and forgiveness, he had gone to his
Redeemer's rest."[252]
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