England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Journalists -- Fiction
Out in the rolling green country beyond the town gates, the same
unwholesome strife saddened field and lane and park. Land-owners, great
and small, fought to the last ditch, the last ungenerous notice-board,
with land-traversers; squires and keepers disagreed bitterly with
poachers; tenant farmers saw life from an opposite angle to that of
labourers; the parson differed from the minister, and often, alas, from
his flock. It was as if all these warring elements, which might, from a
common vantage-ground, have together conducted the exploration into the
promised land, were staying at home disputing with one another as to the
nature of that land. Some good, some better state of things, was in most
of their minds to seek; but their paths of approach, all divergent,
seemed to run weakly into waste places for want of a common energy. It
was a saddening sight. The great heterogeneous unity conceived by
civilised idealists seemed inaccessibly remote.
Eddy this summer took to writing articles for the _Vineyard_ about the
breaches in country life and how to heal them. The breach, for instance,
between tenant-farmer and labourer; that was much on his mind. But, when
he had written and written, and suggested and suggested, like many
before him and since, the breach was no nearer being healed. He formed
in his mind at this time a scheme for a new paper which he would like to
start some day if anyone would back it, and if Denison’s firm would
publish it. And, after all, so many new papers are backed, but how
inadequately, and started, and published, and flash like meteors across
the sky, and plunge fizzling into the sea of oblivion to perish
miserably--so why not this? He thought he would like it to be called
_Unity_, and to have that for its glorious aim. All papers have aims
beforehand (one may find them set forth in many a prospectus); how soon,
alas, in many cases to be disregarded or abandoned in response to the
exigencies of circumstance and demand. But the aim of _Unity_ should
persist, and, if heaven was kind, reach its mark.
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