"To talk of English happiness, is like talking of Spartan
freedom; the _helots_ are overlooked. In no country can such
riches be acquired by commerce, but it is the one who grows
rich by the labour of the hundred. The hundred human beings
like himself, as wonderfully fashioned by nature, gifted with
the like capacities, and equally made for immortality, are
sacrificed _body and soul_. Horrible as it must needs appear,
the assertion is true to the very letter. They are deprived in
childhood of all instruction and all enjoyment—of the sports
in which childhood instinctively indulges—of fresh air by day
and of natural sleep by night. Their health, physical and moral,
is alike destroyed; they die of diseases induced by unremitting
task-work, by confinement in the impure atmosphere of crowded
rooms, by the particles of metallic or vegetable dust which
they are continually inhaling; or they live to grow up without
decency, without comfort, and without hope—without morals,
without religion, and without shame; and bring forth _slaves_
like themselves to tread in the same path of misery."
Again, the same distinguished Englishman says, in number twenty-six of
Espriella's Letters—
"The English boast of their liberty, but there is _no liberty in
England for the poor_. They are no longer sold with the soil,
it is true; but they cannot quit the soil if there be any
probability or suspicion that age or infirmity may disable them.
If, in such a case, they endeavour to remove to some situation
where they hope more easily to maintain themselves, where work is
more plentiful or provisions cheaper, the overseers are alarmed,
the intruder is apprehended, as if he were a criminal, and sent
back to his own parish. Wherever a pauper dies, that parish must
bear the cost of his funeral. Instances, therefore, have not
been wanting of wretches, in the last stage of disease, having
been hurried away in an open cart, upon straw, and dying upon
the road. Nay, even women, in the very pains of labour, have
been driven out, and have perished by the wayside, because the
birthplace of the child would be its parish!"
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