The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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establishment had first caused, and which their support had nurtured.
They cast off the yoke; they forgot all former benefits; I became
loaded with odium; my bank was pillaged; my property was sequestrated;
my house was sacked; and I was cast into one of the dungeons of the
old inquisition, where I remained for nine months, in a state of
horrible neglect and privation, which it is impossible to describe. My
food was scanty, the attendance I received grudging and unwilling. I
had no bed, no accommodation of any kind. The mud, in some parts of
the horrible cell to which I was consigned, was several inches deep,
and the straw upon which I slept was at the bottom soaked in water. I
went into that dreary abode a healthy and powerful man, in the early
prime of life; I came out a skeleton, hardly able to drag my feeble
limbs along. By this time some degree of order was restored, and a
show of law was established. It was necessary to try me, as I had been
so long confined; and idle charges were fabricated to justify my long
detention and the pillage of my property. Not even the skill and the
malice of those who seek to justify wrong could devise an accusation
that was tenable. My accounts were all in order; and, although no
person had a right to investigate them but the viceroy, whom they had
expelled, they could not even found a charge upon them. As a base
excuse, however, for refusing to do me justice, they declared that I
had systematically denied all assistance to the leaders of the
revolution, in my capacity as a banker; and, after having been one of
the most wealthy men of the land, I was cast upon the world utterly
penniless. There are some men, however, who act by divine laws and not
by human ones. I am afraid that they are to be found only in the lower
portion of the middle class. There are none more cruelly tyrannical
than the people; none more selfishly careless than the upper class.
The latter are the best masters, because in their carelessness they
are generous while they have the means. The former are the worst,
because their minds have never been expanded by prosperity, and
because their passions are capricious in proportion to their numbers.
But in the middle class you find the men who have lived by right and
equity, and are sensible of the benefits of right and equity: nay,
more--who will follow them sometimes even when they don't see good
consequences to themselves. I wandered through Lima, without a friend
as I thought, and certainly without a penny; but passing by the door
of a goldsmith, to whom I had once lent money, he called me in and
made his house my home. He and I consulted with regard to my affairs.
Most of those to whom I had lent large sums had fled; others had
joined the revolutionary party and were beyond my reach; but there
were a few who owed me trifling debts, of thirty or forty crowns,
which I had no power of reclaiming, for all my papers were in the
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