"If the Sea, as you every morning tell me, has beautified and improved
me so much; surely, your best gift would be my keepsake for the beach.
And if you really love me, you will share with me in this work, this
great work of bringing to the bosom of the great Ocean-mother a whole
family of these perishing children. Let her take our pledges of a
durable tenderness and purest love! Let her bear witness that, in the
presence of the Infinite, we _were_, in very truth, united in one holy
thought!"
One woman has thus commenced and another will continue, the common
mother, France. No Institution more useful, no money better expended.
And, in fact, not much needs to be expended. The chief thing necessary
will be to transfer some of our charitable institutions from the
interior. For many of those institutions expend their funds in mere
waste; in fact, some of them might be quite truly termed Pauper
Manufactories.
The Romans had the good sense never to grudge expense for anything
that concerned the public health. Just look at their splendid
aqueducts, just consider their public baths where quite gratuitously,
or, at the utmost, at the charge of a half cent, the meanest could
bathe, and you will at once understand their public spirit, their
really large and grand patriotism. Fresh water baths, salt water
baths, everything was provided for that lazy and non-producing
plebeianism! Perhaps, in fact, in the politico-economical sense, the
Patricians of Rome did too much for that, at once indolent and
seditious _Plebs_. And shall we, WE, WE hesitate to do far less to
save our own race, that one creative and laborious race that creates
all that is really progressive on our globe?
I speak not here merely, or even principally, of the children; but of
all. Every town, at this very instant, has a town within a town, a
town of horrible sufferers; of the poor, and the afflicted; they are
going to be Paupers not only now, but for the whole remainder of their
lives. Again, and again, and again they will come; cured to-day, and
returning to-morrow worse and more helpless than ever. They must be
enormously expensive; and who pays the cost? Why their hardier fellow
workmen who, in the ultimate result, pay all our expenses! And the
laborer dies young, and leaves his young ones a burthen on the public
purse.
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