The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By HimselfHudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By Himself
Hudson, W. H. (William Henry)
Adventure stories; British -- Uruguay -- Fiction; Uruguay -- Fiction
doctrine that the individual bears the same relation to the State as a
child to its parents, that its life from the cradle to the grave must
be regulated for it by a power it is taught to regard as omniscient--a
power practically omnipresent and almighty. In such a state there could
be no individual will, no healthy play of passions, and consequently no
crime. What wonder that a system so unspeakably repugnant to a being who
feels that his will is a divinity working within him fell to pieces at
the first touch of foreign invasion, or that it left no vestige of its
pernicious existence on the continent it had ruled! For the whole state
was, so to speak, putrid even before dissolution, and when it fell it
mingled with the dust and was forgotten. Poland, before its conquest by
Russia, a country ill-governed and disorderly as the Banda Orientál, did
not mingle with dust like that when it fell--the implacable despotism
of the Czar was unable to crush its fierce spirit; its _Will_ still
survived to gild dreary oppression with hallowed dreams, to make it
clutch with a fearful joy the dagger concealed in its bosom. But I had
no need to go away from this Green Continent to illustrate the truth of
what I have said. People who talk and write about the disorderly South
American republics are fond of pointing to Brazil, that great, peaceful,
progressive empire, as setting an example to be followed. An orderly
country, yes, and the people in it steeped to their lips in every
abominable vice! Compared with these emasculated children of the
equator, the Orientals are Nature's noblemen.
I can very well imagine some over-righteous person saying, “Alas, poor
deluded soul, how little importance can we attach to your specious
apologies of a people's lawlessness, when your own personal narrative
shows that the moral atmosphere you have been breathing has quite
corrupted you! Go back over your own record, and you will find that you
have, according to _our_ notions, offended in various ways and on divers
occasions, and that you are even without the grace to repent of all the
evil things you have thought, said, and done.”
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