Illustrations of political economy, Volume 8 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 8 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“Such is too common a sight to draw due regard,” coolly replied the
divine. “Libels are in some sort the primers of the ignorant multitude,
scornfully despised for their ignorance. There are not means wherewith
to give the people letters in an orderly way; so that they gape after
libels first, and then they gape to see them burned by the hangman; and
learn one sort of hardness by flinging stones at a pilloried wretch, and
another sort of hardness by watching the faces of traitors who pray
confidently on the scaffold, and look cheerfully about them on the
hangman’s hellish instruments; and all this hardness, which may chance
to peril your Majesty, is not always mollified by such soft things as
they may witness at the theatres which profanely give and take from the
licentious times. If the people would become wise, such is the
instruction that awaits them.”
“Methinks you will provoke us to let the people see how cheerfully you
would look on certain things that honest gazers round a scaffold shrink
from beholding. It were better for you to pray for me from your pulpit,
like a true subject of Christ and your King.”
“Hitherto I have done so; but it pleases your Majesty that from my
pulpit I should pray no longer. Alas!” cried he, casting a glance
through the window as he perceived that the vessel drew to land, “alas!
what a raging fire! And another! And a third!”
“The bonfires for the victory,” quietly observed Edmund.
Dr. Reede was forbidden to throw any doubts abroad on the English having
gained a splendid victory. The King had ordered these bonfires at the
close of the fast day. They were lighted, it appeared, somewhat
prematurely, as the sun yet glittered along the Thames; but this only
showed the impatient joy of the people. The church bells were evidently
preparing to ring merry peals as soon as the last hour of humiliation
should have expired. The King’s word had gone forth. It suited his
purposes to gain a victory just now; and a victory he was determined it
should be, to the last moment. When the people should discover the
cheat, the favours occasioned by it would be past recall. They could
only do what they had done before,—go home and be angry.
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