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hope thereon,—we know too well what our faith comes to for that! You
might sooner get lightning out of incense smoke than true action or
passion out of your modern English religion. You had better get rid of
the smoke, and the organ pipes, both: leave them, and the Gothic windows,
and the painted glass, to the property man; give up your carburetted
hydrogen ghost in one healthy expiration, and look after Lazarus at the
doorstep. For there is a true Church wherever one hand meets another
helpfully, and that is the only holy or Mother Church which ever was, or
ever shall be.
All these pleasures then, and all these virtues, I repeat, you nationally
despise. You have, indeed, men among you who do not; by whose work, by
whose strength, by whose life, by whose death, you live, and never thank
them. Your wealth, your amusement, your pride, would all be alike
impossible, but for those whom you scorn or forget. The policeman, who
is walking up and down the black lane all night to watch the guilt you
have created there; and may have his brains beaten out, and be maimed for
life, at any moment, and never be thanked; the sailor wrestling with the
sea’s rage; the quiet student poring over his book or his vial; the
common worker, without praise, and nearly without bread, fulfilling his
task as your horses drag your carts, hopeless, and spurned of all: these
are the men by whom England lives; but they are not the nation; they are
only the body and nervous force of it, acting still from old habit in a
convulsive perseverance, while the mind is gone. Our National wish and
purpose are only to be amused; our National religion is the performance
of church ceremonies, and preaching of soporific truth (or untruths) to
keep the mob quietly at work, while we amuse ourselves; and the necessity
for this amusement is fastening on us, as a feverous disease of parched
throat and wandering eyes—senseless, dissolute, merciless. How literally
that word _Dis_-Ease, the Negation and impossibility of Ease, expresses
the entire moral state of our English Industry and its Amusements!
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