“Sir,” said Imlac, “your ardour is the natural effect of virtue animated
by youth. The time will come when you will acquit your father, and
perhaps hear with less impatience of the governor. Oppression is, in the
Abyssinian dominions, neither frequent nor tolerated; but no form of
government has been yet discovered by which cruelty can be wholly
prevented. Subordination supposes power on one part and subjection on
the other; and if power be in the hands of men it will sometimes be
abused. The vigilance of the supreme magistrate may do much, but much
will still remain undone. He can never know all the crimes that are
committed, and can seldom punish all that he knows.”
“This,” said the Prince, “I do not understand; but I had rather hear thee
than dispute. Continue thy narration.”
“My father,” proceeded Imlac, “originally intended that I should have no
other education than such as might qualify me for commerce; and
discovering in me great strength of memory and quickness of apprehension,
often declared his hope that I should be some time the richest man in
Abyssinia.”
“Why,” said the Prince, “did thy father desire the increase of his wealth
when it was already greater than he durst discover or enjoy? I am
unwilling to doubt thy veracity, yet inconsistencies cannot both be
true.”
“Inconsistencies,” answered Imlac, “cannot both be right; but, imputed to
man, they may both be true. Yet diversity is not inconsistency. My
father might expect a time of greater security. However, some desire is
necessary to keep life in motion; and he whose real wants are supplied
must admit those of fancy.”
“This,” said the Prince, “I can in some measure conceive. I repent that
I interrupted thee.”
“With this hope,” proceeded Imlac, “he sent me to school. But when I had
once found the delight of knowledge, and felt the pleasure of
intelligence and the pride of invention, I began silently to despise
riches, and determined to disappoint the purposes of my father, whose
grossness of conception raised my pity. I was twenty years old before
his tenderness would expose me to the fatigue of travel; in which time I
had been instructed, by successive masters, in all the literature of my
native country. As every hour taught me something new, I lived in a
continual course of gratification; but as I advanced towards manhood, I
lost much of the reverence with which I had been used to look on my
instructors; because when the lessons were ended I did not find them
wiser or better than common men.
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