Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
"Not exactly a message, for she left no messages except one for my son,
and one for Rebecca Pim; but I heard her speaking more pleasantly of
your family yesterday than I should have expected. She kept her own
opinions to the last; but she seemed to grow tired of the enmities which
sprang from them. She felt kindly towards everybody latterly, as far as
I know, except Mrs. Mudge's nurse-maid. Why, I can tell you no more of
Mrs. Mudge's nurse-maid (nor could poor nurse herself, I fancy) than
that she wears, and has for some time worn, a silk gown. It was this
which occasioned the message to my son; viz. that, as our firm is now
prospering, she hoped we might do very well without tempting people to
wear silks who never wore them before; and that, dying, she could not
countenance what she had been so little used to, even if it was to
benefit her master's trade and family. The message to Rebecca Pim
related to those of Rebecca's neighbours who had been kind to nurse's
poor son."
"Ah! I remember your daughters told my sisters that sad story. Can we be
of any service to your family? Shall I send Adèle, or----"
"My dear sir! why do you stand here, letting me talk about a hundred
things, while your ladies are in suspense about your affair? I
deserve----"
"Not so. I have sent to relieve them, and shall now follow. Tell me if I
can serve you."
"Yes, if you can make your sisters forgive the part I have acted towards
you. For those who have done worse, I will offer no defence."
"None is needed beyond that which is before our eyes in the struggles of
an expiring system of monopoly. But a few days ago, I thought I could
hardly forgive my opponents; but now I am disposed to wait and see the
effects of a natural co-operation of interests. Let your Coopers have
hearts open for 'fancies,' and a purse wherewith to indulge them;--let
your old friend Short leave an unfinished piece upon his loom when his
hour shall come;--let your daughters purchase French or English dresses
as they list;--let our neighbours and ourselves be free to sell where we
find customers most eager to buy;--let the government trust us to
prosper after our own manner,--and there will be no antipathies mixed up
with our bargains; no loss of time and temper in suspiciously watching
one another's proceedings; no mutual injury in apprehension, any more
than in reality."
"Do you really expect to see the day when all will go so smoothly with
us?"
"That the day will fully come I believe, because I already see the dawn.
But a few hours ago it seemed to me all clouded, and I fretfully
declared I would not abide the uncertainty."
"And now? You cannot now think of leaving us,--to our everlasting shame?
You will allow us to repair our disgrace?"
“We will repent our mutual offences;--I my precipitancy, and you your
misapprehension. Yes; I will stay, and in our brotherhood as individuals
discern the future brotherhood of our respective nations.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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