Nineteen hundred? A forecast and a storyFarningham, Marianne
General
Nineteen hundred? A forecast and a story
Farningham, Marianne
Christian life -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- Fiction; Reformers -- Fiction
“I know what sort of places many of you live in, and they are not the
houses I should like you to have,” he said. “I know the rents you pay,
and that without a great addition to your wages it is impossible for you
to find better ones; and, therefore, I say you must emigrate. But,
knowing how dear to most of you this old England is, I do not propose to
ship you off to other and foreign lands.”
Loud cheers greeted this assurance.
“You know that my father left me a large sum of money, and much of it is
already spent; so that it is quite possible, unless you will help me,
that I shall become a poor man. I have spent the money in the purchase
of an estate, on which I am having built a model town, in a beautiful
district in Wales. You will find there friends to welcome you, who are
going to spend their lives in helping you, having already taken up their
abodes in these places. There is in course of erection a church, a
technical school, an elementary school, a building which in time is to
be a free library and reading-room, and there is also a people’s park
and recreation ground. In neither of them is there a public-house, and I
do not intend that there ever shall be; but in connection with the
library and reading-room there are a refreshment and dining-room. There
are numbers of working men’s homes, comfortable, and as pretty as one
could make them, each with a piece of garden attached to it, and each so
built that it will be possible for a man and his family to live in it in
decency and comfort at the lowest rent that will pay. The workshops and
factories and the whole place will be lighted by electricity, for plenty
of light is a necessity; and in each of them there will be an abundance
of those other necessities which God intended should be free to all His
children—plenty of beautiful, health-giving, fresh air, and pure, good
water. Now it rests with you to make my plan a grand success, or a
miserable failure; for what I propose to do is to remove my business
bodily, and you with it.”
The excitement, which had been growing here became intense, and a
deafening cheer rang through the crowd.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account