In that great and beneficent give and take which binds and has ever
bound the children of men together, as the blood which flowing through
the organs of the body blends and identifies it, we have received, like
our fellows, all that humanity has thought or found, from the first and
greatest discovery of fire by our prehistoric and perhaps Bushman-like
ancestors, to the hardly less mighty invention of letters and arts,
and we have also brought our quota to the common stock. But when we
look at the matter impartially, the conviction must be forced upon
every mind that, in arts and sciences, in manufacture and inventions,
in spite of the contributions we have made, we are far more receivers
from the common stock than contributors to it; that the world could
still get on as far as religion, science, art, philosophy and material
inventions are concerned without the Englishman, or were all he has
contributed taken away; but the Englishman, if he lost all that in the
last thousand years he has gained from Europe, and through it from all
the earth, would be again a savage in aboriginal wildness.
And the question then suggests itself to us: Have we really so little
to give to the common stock of our fellows? Are our assertions of our
own greatness and importance brought down to the fact that, while the
majority of other nations owing to their continental position have been
obliged to employ the mass of their folk as soldiers, and suffer in all
ages from the devastations of war upon their own soil, we, guarded by
our island condition, have been able to employ the mass of our working
class and to use our abundant coal and iron to produce a larger bulk of
a less finished quality of saleable articles than any other civilized
people, whom we are therefore able, at the price of the health and joy
of our working classes, to undersell in the nineteenth century? Is
this the fact, that the narrow and fixed limits of our island home did
not admit of our retaining all our population within its limits, and
has compelled us to send out swarms of folk to America and all vacant
or savage-peopled parts of the earth? Are these accidents our only
claim to greatness and to the respect of mankind? When we are called
perfidious and money-wringing from our own poor and the weak of all the
peoples, is our character summed up, and is our function no higher in
the modern world, no higher than that of the Phœnicians in the old, to
be the carriers and traders of the race while the world has need of us
and then to pass away when our work is done, leaving hardly a trace?
We believe that it is not.
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