At this practical question every one sat upright, coughed, and looked
interested. Their Preacher had often enough declaimed upon the evils of
Property. He seldom spoke of a practical way. Perhaps the time had come.
'There are, my friends, several ways. They are already beginning to be
understood and to be worked. The Irish and the politicians who wanted
the Irish vote have shown the world how to destroy property in land.
Believe me, that example will be followed. It was an evil day for the
holders of Property when the Government interfered between the landlord
and his tenant. That example will bear fruit elsewhere. We shall see
everywhere the owners of the land turned out and their places taken by
those who work the land. The next step is from land to houses. Why not
with houses as with land? Since a beginning has been made, it must be
carried on. But there is other property besides lands and houses. There
are companies with shares, railways, and so forth. We have only begun to
see what united labour can effect--since union of labour is, in fact,
not yet begun. When it is fairly started it will pay small respect to
shareholders and to dividends. When wages are paid, there will be
perhaps no dividend left at all. In a single year--nay, a single
week--the whole capital invested in all the companies will lose its
value: it will be so much waste-paper. My friends, we need not stir hand
or foot to bring about this end: it will be done for us by the
working-man, and by those who follow the example of Ireland. They will
do it for their own selfish ends first--but--Property once destroyed, we
shall never again allow it to be created.
'Oh!'--he warmed with his subject, his voice grew more musical, his face
glowed--'I see a splendid--a noble sight. I see the great houses in the
country fallen to ruin and decay: their contents are stored in museums:
the great palaces of the towns are pulled down: the towns themselves are
decayed and shrunk: there is no Property: there is no one working for
himself: the man of science works his laboratory for the community--but
he has the honour of his discoveries: the medical man pursues his work
with no thought of getting rich: there is plenty to go the round of
everything--oh! plenty of the best. We can have what we like, do what we
like, dress as we like, teach what we please--provided we work for the
State. If we refuse--Death! If we give bad work--Death! It is the only
Law. We shall have no lawyers--no power--no magistrates. Oh! great and
glorious time--you shall see it, you who are young--yes, you shall see
it--while I--I--I--who have dreamed of the time so long--I shall lie low
in the grave. What matter--so the time come and so the world rises free
at last to follow out the destiny of a new and glorified humanity!'
He sat down and laid his head upon his hand, as one in prayer. They
remained in silence till he raised his head. Then the young man who had
called attention to his slavery spoke.
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