The Prose Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Vol. 1 [of 2]Shelley, Percy Bysshe
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The Prose Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Vol. 1 [of 2]
Shelley, Percy Bysshe
English prose literature
I cannot help thinking this an evil, nor help endeavouring, by the
safest means that I can devise, to palliate at present, and in fine to
eradicate, this evil. War, vice, and misery are undeniably bad, they
embrace all that we can conceive of temporal and eternal evil. Are
we to be told that these are remediless, because the earth would, in
case of their remedy, be overstocked? That the rich are still to glut,
that the ambitious are still to plan, that the fools whom these knaves
mould, are still to murder their brethren and call it glory, and that
the poor are to pay with their blood, their labour, their happiness,
and their innocence for the crimes and mistakes which the hereditary
monopolists of earth commit? Rare sophism! How will the heartless rich
hug thee to their bosoms, and lull their conscience into slumber with
the opiate of thy reconciling dogmas!
But when the philosopher and philanthropist contemplates the universe,
when he perceives existing evils that admit of amendment, and hears
tell of other evils, which, in the course of sixty centuries, may again
derange the system of happiness which the amendment is calculated to
produce, does he submit to prolong a positive evil, because, if that
were eradicated, after a millennium of 6000 years (for such space of
time would it take to people the earth) another evil would take place?
To how contemptible a degradation of grossest credulity will not
prejudice lower the human mind! We see in winter that the foliage of
the trees is gone, that they present to the view nothing but leafless
branches--we see that the loveliness of the flower decays, though the
root continues in the earth. What opinion should we form of that man
who, when he walked in the freshness of the spring, beheld the fields
enamelled with flowers, and the foliage bursting from the buds, should
find fault with this beautiful order, and murmur his contemptible
discontents because winter must come, and the landscape be robbed of
its beauty for a while again? Yet this man is Mr. Malthus. Do we not
see that the laws of nature perpetually act by disorganization and
reproduction, each alternately becoming cause and effect. The analogies
that we can draw from physical to moral topics are of all others the
most striking.
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