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Adrian did not rest only with the exertions he could make with regard
to his own possessions. He addressed himself to the wealthy of the
land; he made proposals in parliament little adapted to please the
rich; but his earnest pleadings and benevolent eloquence were
irresistible. To give up their pleasure-grounds to the agriculturist,
to diminish sensibly the number of horses kept for the purposes of
luxury throughout the country, were means obvious, but unpleasing. Yet,
to the honour of the English be it recorded, that, although natural
disinclination made them delay awhile, yet when the misery of their
fellow-creatures became glaring, an enthusiastic generosity inspired
their decrees. The most luxurious were often the first to part with
their indulgencies. As is common in communities, a fashion was set. The
high-born ladies of the country would have deemed themselves disgraced
if they had now enjoyed, what they before called a necessary, the ease
of a carriage. Chairs, as in olden time, and Indian palanquins were
introduced for the infirm; but else it was nothing singular to see
females of rank going on foot to places of fashionable resort. It was
more common, for all who possessed landed property to secede to their
estates, attended by whole troops of the indigent, to cut down their
woods to erect temporary dwellings, and to portion out their parks,
parterres and flower-gardens, to necessitous families. Many of these,
of high rank in their own countries, now, with hoe in hand, turned up
the soil. It was found necessary at last to check the spirit of
sacrifice, and to remind those whose generosity proceeded to lavish
waste, that, until the present state of things became permanent, of
which there was no likelihood, it was wrong to carry change so far as
to make a reaction difficult. Experience demonstrated that in a year or
two pestilence would cease; it were well that in the mean time we
should not have destroyed our fine breeds of horses, or have utterly
changed the face of the ornamented portion of the country.
It may be imagined that things were in a bad state indeed, before this
spirit of benevolence could have struck such deep roots. The infection
had now spread in the southern provinces of France. But that country
had so many resources in the way of agriculture, that the rush of
population from one part of it to another, and its increase through
foreign emigration, was less felt than with us. The panic struck
appeared of more injury, than disease and its natural concomitants.
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