Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
It had frequently occurred to Alfred, that forebodings of pauperism came
with a very ill grace from a body who subsist on the most expensive
pauper establishment ever invented. The West India monopoly is a most
burdensome poor-rate, levied by compulsion, and bestowed on those who
ought to maintain themselves. It operates as poor-rates always do, in
producing discontents among those who pay, and indolence, recklessness,
waste, and profligacy, among those who receive it, together with
incessant and greedy demands for further assistance. The main difference
is, that the West India paupers might and would flourish, if the mother
country could be prevailed upon to withhold the alms so clamorously
craved; which is more, alas! than can be said in the case of parish
paupers. Alfred thought that this consideration would for ever
strengthen him to stem the current of public opinion, which, however
narrow and foul, runs so strongly in the West Indies as to require the
force of a strong mind to keep its place in it. Happen what might, he
could never submit to be a pauper.
He hoped, however, that the days of strong temptation were over,—that
slavery was a perishing system,—a system that must perish ere long under
any kind of management. High prices, rich lands, and scarcity of people,
in conjunction, he argued, are the only supports of slavery.
High prices exhaust lands; so there is a prospect of an end of slavery
this way.
Moderate prices cause an increase of people; so there is the same
prospect this way.
Low prices only effect the same end more rapidly.
So, with a clear conviction that slavery must, at all events, come to an
end, Alfred set sail for Barbadoes. The chief object of his going was to
learn what he could do to hasten the wished-for day.
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CHAPTER IX.
CALAMITY WELCOME IN DEMERARA.
There was every promise of a fine crop this season in Mr. Bruce’s
plantation. The coffee-walks had been refreshed by frequent showers, and
were screened from the chill north winds; and the fruit looked so well
that, as the owner surveyed his groves the day before the gathering
began, he flattered himself with the hopes of a crop so much above the
average as might clear off some of the debts which began to press
heavily upon him.
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