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
“I have tried both the periods we speak of,” said Dods. "Brickmaking was
a fine business indeed in the part of England where I lived when trade
was brisk, and manufacturers building country-houses, and speculators
running up rows of cottages for weavers. But a sudden change knocked me
up when I least expected it. I went on one summer making bricks as
before;—for what should I know of the changes that were taking place on
the other side of the world, and that spread through our manufacturers,
and weavers, and builders, till they reached me? The first I knew of it
was, my not selling a brick for the whole season, and seeing house after
house deserted, till it was plain that my unbaked bricks must melt in
the winter rains, and those in the kilns crumble in the storms, before
my labour would be wanted again in that line. As for my little capital,
it melted and crumbled away with the bricks it was locked up in. Here
mine was, for a long while, the only brick house. I made not a brick too
much; so that there was no waste."
“And the same may be said of the work you do for Mr. Temple. There may
be an exact calculation how many bricks are wanted, so that you can
proportion your supply exactly to the demand.”
“And use the advantage of division of labour too, sir. No fear of a glut
coming unawares, when I have the whole of our little range under my own
eye. One of my boys may dig the clay, and another barrow the bricks to
the kiln, and the eldest tend the fires, while I am moulding, and no
fear of our all being thrown out at once by an unexpected glut; and the
more disastrously, perhaps, for our having turned our mutual help to the
best account.”
“I rather think your labour is stimulated rather than relaxed by the
high wages you get here, Mr. Dods.”
"Why, yes. That seems the natural effect of high wages, whatever people
may say of the desperate hard work of such poor creatures as the Glasgow
weavers, or the Manchester spinners. I say, look to the Irish, who have
very poor wages. Do they work hard? I say, look to the labourers in
India. They have miserable wages. Do they work hard? The difference
between these and the Lancashire spinners seems to me to be, that in
India and Ireland, some sort of subsistence,—rice and potatoes, poor
enough,—is to be had for little labour, and little more can be gained by
greater labour; while the Lancashire poor can only get a bare
subsistence by excessive labour, and therefore they labour excessively.
Put a poor diet of rice within reach of the Lancashire spinner, with the
knowledge that he can get nothing better, and he will do as little work
as will procure him a bare subsistence of rice. But try all three with
high wages, in circumstances where they may add one comfort after
another to their store, and you will see whether they will relax in
their toils till they have got all that labour can obtain."
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