Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“Now, we propose within the next three years to offer all these
advantages, and many more which I have not time to name, to two thousand
people, or say five hundred families. When your bricks are done, you
will see rising on this spot of 115 acres, a grander palace than your
richest citizens have ever dreamed of. It will cost, with all the
improvements of the parks and grounds, and the silk manufactory, which
will be an industry to support the establishment, about $4,000,000, and
I mean that those who build it and those who come to live in it, shall
buy it and own it through the rents they pay. Say there will be one
thousand working adults earning, on an average, $300 a year. That will
be $300,000 a year, which will pay for the home in less than fifteen
years. There will be ample work in the silk manufactory and in the
cultivation of flowers for the women, and also for the children during
hours that may be spared from their schools. I think, therefore, fifteen
years is a fair estimate of the time it will take to purchase your
magnificent home. And here I want to say that no credit is due to me for
this idea. It is not mine, but that of one whose name you should teach
your children to pronounce with reverence, as soon as their lips have
learned to utter their first words. It is the name of a Frenchman, who
has done already for his workmen what I propose to do here. I allude to
Monsieur Godin, the great labor reformer and capitalist, in the town of
Guise, in France. [Immense applause, and cheers for Godin rent the air.]
“In a few days I shall put into your hands a pamphlet which I have
translated from a part of Monsieur Godin’s book, called _Social
Solutions_. That will give you a clear idea of the organization and
working of the first Social Palace ever founded. The second is the one
on which you are now engaged, and I am sure you will work with new
spirit now that you see what is expected of you. You are not working to
build a stately palace for the rich, while you keep yourselves and your
children in hovels, or mean tenement houses. The palace you are to build
is to be your own home and that of your children after you. A capitalist
builds this, but hereafter labor organizations will build them for
themselves, all over the world, until, as I hope, it shall become one
fair garden from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and from China to
Gibraltar.
“Finally, I come to say the few words which I rose to say, for I did not
intend to branch out in this way, and cheat myself out of a few moments
of your valuable time! [Laughter and applause.] Your chief here, Mr.
Stevens, who is a labor reformer, and whom I trust you will come to love
as a brother [cheers for Stevens], thinks it practicable to construct in
this temporary building an oven and range, where every day a quarter of
an ox or so may be cooked, with loaves of bread and a plenty of good
coffee, and that this can be furnished you every day for ten cents
each.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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