End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
As the rules of order and pressure of laws were lost, some began with
hesitation and wonder to transgress the accustomed uses of society.
Palaces were deserted, and the poor man dared at length, unreproved,
intrude into the splendid apartments, whose very furniture and
decorations were an unknown world to him. It was found, that, though at
first the stop put to all circulation of property, had reduced those
before supported by the factitious wants of society to sudden and
hideous poverty, yet when the boundaries of private possession were
thrown down, the products of human labour at present existing were
more, far more, than the thinned generation could possibly consume. To
some among the poor this was matter of exultation. We were all equal
now; magnificent dwellings, luxurious carpets, and beds of down, were
afforded to all. Carriages and horses, gardens, pictures, statues, and
princely libraries, there were enough of these even to superfluity; and
there was nothing to prevent each from assuming possession of his
share. We were all equal now; but near at hand was an equality still
more levelling, a state where beauty and strength, and wisdom, would be
as vain as riches and birth. The grave yawned beneath us all, and its
prospect prevented any of us from enjoying the ease and plenty which in
so awful a manner was presented to us.
Still the bloom did not fade on the cheeks of my babes; and Clara
sprung up in years and growth, unsullied by disease. We had no reason
to think the site of Windsor Castle peculiarly healthy, for many other
families had expired beneath its roof; we lived therefore without any
particular precaution; but we lived, it seemed, in safety. If Idris
became thin and pale, it was anxiety that occasioned the change; an
anxiety I could in no way alleviate. She never complained, but sleep
and appetite fled from her, a slow fever preyed on her veins, her
colour was hectic, and she often wept in secret; gloomy
prognostications, care, and agonizing dread, ate up the principle of
life within her. I could not fail to perceive this change. I often
wished that I had permitted her to take her own course, and engage
herself in such labours for the welfare of others as might have
distracted her thoughts. But it was too late now. Besides that, with
the nearly extinct race of man, all our toils grew near a conclusion,
she was too weak; consumption, if so it might be called, or rather the
over active life within her, which, as with Adrian, spent the vital oil
in the early morning hours, deprived her limbs of strength. At night,
when she could leave me unperceived, she wandered through the house, or
hung over the couches of her children; and in the day time would sink
into a perturbed sleep, while her murmurs and starts betrayed the
unquiet dreams that vexed her. As this state of wretchedness became
more confirmed, and, in spite of her endeavours at concealment more
apparent, I strove, though vainly, to awaken in her courage and hope. I
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