Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume I)Black, William
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Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume I)
Black, William
Families -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; Older people -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"We shall earn for ourselves a deathless renown, at very little cost—to
us; it’s the other people who will have to pay, and we shall have all
the glory. Now what I propose is briefly this: I propose to give all
those good folk who profess a warm regard for their native country a
chance of showing what their patriotism is worth. I don’t want them to
fight; there isn’t any fighting going on at present to speak of; and in
any case the rich old merchants, and maiden ladies, and portly bishops,
and ponderous judges—well, they’d make an awkward squad to drill; but I
mean to give them an opportunity of testifying to their affection for
the land of their birth; and you, my blazing young Tory-Democrat, if you
can speak as freely as you spoke to-night, you must carry the fiery
torch north, south, east, and west—till you’ve secured Westminster Abbey
for both of us, or at least a tablet in St. Paul’s. Then look what a
subject for your eloquence you have—the guarding of England from any
possible combination of her foes—the island-citadel made
impregnable—’compass’d by the inviolate sea’—defence not defiance—you
understand the kind of thing. But really, Vin, you know, there is going
to be an awful stramash, as my old nurse used to say, in Europe before
the century is out; and England’s safety will lie in her being strong
enough to remain aloof. And how? Why, by trebling her present navy."
"Trebling her present navy!" Vincent repeated, in a vague sort of way.
"Yes," Musselburgh went on, coolly. "And it can easily be done, without
involving a single farthing of taxation. I want the people of this
country to show what they can do voluntarily; I want them to make a
tremendous effort to render Great Britain secure from attack for a
century at least; and the manner of doing it is to form a National
Patriotic Fund, to which everybody, man and woman, merchant and
apprentice, millionaire and club-waiter, can subscribe, according to
their means and the genuineness of their patriotism. Here is a chance
for everybody; here is a test of all those professions of love of
country. Why, it would become a point of honour, with the very meanest,
if the nation were thoroughly aroused, and if a splendid example were
set in high places. The Queen, now—who is more directly interested in
the safety of the country than she is?—why should she not head the list
with £100,000? I would call the fund the Queen’s Fund; and I should not
wonder if we were to get two or three maniacs—very useful
maniacs—patriots they would have been called in other days—to cut their
possessions in half, and hand the one half bodily over to Her Majesty:
that would be something like an example!"
"But is it all a wild speculation, Musselburgh?" asked Vincent, who was
puzzled. "Or do you mean it seriously?"
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