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These speculations were rife among us; yet not the less we proceeded in
our daily occupations, and our plans, whose accomplishment demanded the
lapse of many years. No voice was heard telling us to hold! When
foreign distresses came to be felt by us through the channels of
commerce, we set ourselves to apply remedies. Subscriptions were made
for the emigrants, and merchants bankrupt by the failure of trade. The
English spirit awoke to its full activity, and, as it had ever done,
set itself to resist the evil, and to stand in the breach which
diseased nature had suffered chaos and death to make in the bounds and
banks which had hitherto kept them out.
At the commencement of summer, we began to feel, that the mischief
which had taken place in distant countries was greater than we had at
first suspected. Quito was destroyed by an earthquake. Mexico laid
waste by the united effects of storm, pestilence and famine. Crowds of
emigrants inundated the west of Europe; and our island had become the
refuge of thousands. In the mean time Ryland had been chosen Protector.
He had sought this office with eagerness, under the idea of turning his
whole forces to the suppression of the privileged orders of our
community. His measures were thwarted, and his schemes interrupted by
this new state of things. Many of the foreigners were utterly
destitute; and their increasing numbers at length forbade a recourse to
the usual modes of relief. Trade was stopped by the failure of the
interchange of cargoes usual between us, and America, India, Egypt and
Greece. A sudden break was made in the routine of our lives. In vain
our Protector and his partizans sought to conceal this truth; in vain,
day after day, he appointed a period for the discussion of the new laws
concerning hereditary rank and privilege; in vain he endeavoured to
represent the evil as partial and temporary. These disasters came home
to so many bosoms, and, through the various channels of commerce, were
carried so entirely into every class and division of the community,
that of necessity they became the first question in the state, the
chief subjects to which we must turn our attention.
Can it be true, each asked the other with wonder and dismay, that whole
countries are laid waste, whole nations annihilated, by these disorders
in nature? The vast cities of America, the fertile plains of Hindostan,
the crowded abodes of the Chinese, are menaced with utter ruin. Where
late the busy multitudes assembled for pleasure or profit, now only the
sound of wailing and misery is heard. The air is empoisoned, and each
human being inhales death, even while in youth and health, their hopes
are in the flower. We called to mind the plague of 1348, when it was
calculated that a third of mankind had been destroyed. As yet western
Europe was uninfected; would it always be so?
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