Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction; Political fiction
We are not a logical people: we refuse to be bound by the formal
syllogisms so popular with the lower races of Europe and especially
among the dying Latin nations. There is no doubt that Mr. Justice
Compton reflected, in the attitude he adopted, the permanent common
sense of the nation. Unfortunately, Mr. Justice Hunnybubble, in spite
of the sterling Saxon name he bore, was too much of the lawyer and the
pedant to concur. In his long and disastrous decision he introduced a
hundred empty abstractions and metaphysical whimsies: that "contract
was mutual," for instance, or that "the obligation was binding upon
either party." He even descended to talking of "equality," declared the
law as much the defender of the rich man as of the poor, and would
not admit, in theory, that contrast between Employer and Employed,
which is so glaring in practice to every eye. He insisted that if the
master was constrained to take a workman back, so was that workman
bound to return; he so strained the petty details of the Act itself
as to interpret the words "all parties" in clause IV. to include the
employees as well as the employers, and applied the phrase "shall abide
by the award under pain, &c.," to hungry artisan as severely as to
paunchy capitalist.
In spite of Sir John Compton's dissent, Mr. Justice Hunnybubble took
with him his colleague, Welch. The decision of the lower court was
therefore upheld, and Mr. Fishmonger and Mr. Bebb, who had found better
paid employment in the Halls during the Long Vacation, and who refused
to re-enter the yard, were, to the shame of our institutions, cast into
Holloway Jail as first class misdemeanants. They were deprived of the
use of tobacco and the daily newspapers; and even their cuisine was
regulated by official order.
While the case was still _sub judice_ the respect invariably shown to
the courts forbade any open comment, but when, some ten days after Mr.
Clutterbuck's interview with the executive of Mickleton, the deplorable
miscarriage of justice had actually taken place, and when the populace
had been afforded the spectacle of these two unfortunate men driven in
a common cab to their dungeon, the storm burst.
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