The Young Seigneur: Or, Nation-Making — John Shaqi
The Young Seigneur: Or, Nation-MakingLighthall, W. D. (William Douw)
History
The Young Seigneur: Or, Nation-Making
Lighthall, W. D. (William Douw)
Canada -- History -- Fiction
"The reason why I have brought you here, is to tell you, that it has
always been intended that you should in some way, succeed in these
properties. Before you developed, it was not possible to predict exactly
how you might do it; but within the last few years you have surpassed
our hopes; and I have no trepidation in putting before you my views of
your future position. You may think I am strong in health, but I shall
soon pass away."
My heart suddenly started.
"And you will find yourself here with revenues ample for the moderate
purposes of a gentleman. You may live in the country, or in the city, as
you please; but my desire is that you should live here, and continue in
the paths of your grandfather and myself: for he was a just Englishman,
and taught me that no one must take without an equivalent; and that a
landlord owed duties to his people, of the value of the moneys they paid
him. Formerly the lord gave his vassals armed protection for their
rents: now there is nothing to which the law forces him; thus his
returns must be fixed by his sense of duty."
"Do not fear that I am proposing anything too sombre, Chamilly: It is an
agreeable life. There is no demand for your being shut up in the place;
and one can surround himself very conveniently with his private tastes."
But I did not feel the scheme repugnant. The house and locality had
struck me before as a comfortable retirement to prosecute the study of
Art, "and perhaps, I might bring here"--(I dared not put her name into
syllables in such a flight of hope.)
"You will find, though, more than you anticipate to do"
I looked up.
"And greater undertakings to accomplish properly than I have been
strong enough to meet."
"What do you mean, sir?" I enquired.
"These poor simple people," he said, "have many enemies, and they
sometimes do not know their friends. You are their hereditary guardian.
Instead of mediaeval protection, you must give them that of a nineteenth
century Chief."
"A nineteenth century Chief?" I could not but exclaim, "What is a
nineteenth century Chief?"
"The people's friend and leader."
"Yes, but what am I to do, sir?"
"In the first place, discourage litigation and its miseries. Offer
mediation wherever you can. Keep drink out of the villages. Preserve the
ancient forms of courtesy. Grow timber, and introduce improvements in
farming."
He spoke of other things. I was to fight especially the Ultramontanes
and the demagogues. My father was an uncompromising Liberal of the old
school.
"But what can I do about this?" I asked, my artistic skies beginning to
cloud with the prospect.
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