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
"Pleasure,—whether of star-gazing, or of any thing else that is innocent
and virtuous,—that is really happiness. If Temple is really happy over
his foreign wines, I am sure I have no more objection to his drinking
them than to my men enjoying their cider. Let it be his end, if he is
capable of no higher, as long as his pleasures do not consume more than
his income. Much more may I be willing that you should enjoy your star-
gazing, when out of the gratification to yourself arises the knowledge
which ennobles human life, and the truth for which, if we do not live
now, we shall assuredly live hereafter."
“I have always trusted, Arthur, that the means which have been bestowed
upon me would not prove to be lost. Otherwise, I would have taken my axe
on my shoulder, and marched off to the forest with you.”
"Father, it is for such as you that forests and prairies should be made
to yield double, if the skill of man could ensure such fruitfulness. It
is for such as you that the husbandman should lead forth his sons before
the dawn, and instruct them to be happy in toiling for him whose light
in yon high place is yet twinkling,—who has been working out God’s truth
for men’s use while they slept."
“Our husbandmen are not of the kind you speak of, Arthur. I see them
look up as they pass, as if they thought this high chamber a folly of
the same sort as Temple’s Chinese alcove.”
“I think you mistake them, sir. I can answer for those with whom I have
to do. They see all the difference between Temple’s restless discontent
and your cheerfulness. They see that he has no thought beyond himself,
while you have objects of high and serious interest ever before your
mind’s eye; objects which, not comprehending, they can respect, because
the issue is a manifestation of wisdom and benignity.”
“Enough! enough!” cried the doctor. "I have no complaint to make of my
neighbours, I am sure. I should be a very ungrateful man, if I fancied I
had. I am fully aware of the general disposition of men to venerate
science, and to afford large aid to those who pursue it, on a principle
of faith in its results. My belief in this is not at all shaken by what
befel me in England; but, as I have appeared here accidentally,—a
philosopher suddenly lighting in an infant community instead of having
grown up out of it, it was fair to doubt the light in which I am
regarded. If the people hated me as a magician, or despised me as an
idle man, I think it would be no wonder."
“I am glad you hold your faith, father, in the natural veneration of
society for the great ends of human life. I believe it must be a strong
influence, indeed, which can poison men’s minds against their
legislators, and philosophers, and other wise men who neither dig nor
manufacture. I believe it must be such a silver tongue as never yet
spoke that could persuade any nation that its philosophers are not its
best benefactors.”
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