The Black Forge Mills : $b or, Up the King's highway — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Black Forge Mills : $b or, Up the King's highway
John Stuart Mill · en
There are three astonishing things in this world; I presume there may
be many more, but there certainly are _three_. First of all, it is
astonishing how fast evil tidings will travel. Ray Branford was not
arrested until Saturday evening, and it was well on toward midnight
when he was locked up in the Afton jail; yet by far the greater portion
of the citizens of that thriving town knew of his arrest, and were
discussing it, when at their Sunday morning breakfast tables.
Then it is astonishing how ready the average human mind is to accept
_all_ evil tidings, and _especially_ those that are injurious to one's
character, as the unvarnished truth. There were probably not a half
dozen families in the town that morning which had heard of the arrest,
whose members did not believe the boy to be guilty. Some who had been
bitterly opposed to the reception of the lad into the membership of
the First Church, now came forward with that old saw, which has been
repeated from time immemorial, and I presume will be repeated so long
as human judgment is imperfect, "I told you so." Then others, who had
felt that the boy must be received, and yet in heart had regarded him
as scarcely worthy of it, now shook their heads sagely, and said: "It
has turned out about as we expected." While others, who had really
believed in the boy's conversion, and had watched his progress with
pleasure, now sadly remarked: "How we were deceived in him!" Yea, some
who had only the Friday evening before at the prayer meeting listened
to that boy's prayer, and had been so moved by it as to comment upon
his growth in grace, now suddenly reversed their opinion, asking, "How
could that boy have prayed like that, and then have gone right out
from that prayer room to help rob that store? He must be a hardened
wretch, after all." Among them all hardly one was found who asked:
"Is he guilty?" All unhesitatingly, and that, too, upon the slightest
circumstantial evidence, pronounced him guilty of the crime for which
he had been arrested. I do not attempt to account for the fact; I only
know it existed.
Then another astonishing fact is how slight a circumstance, if it
is only sensational, will draw a large congregation. Some of the
First Church people had arisen that morning with a determination to
stay at home from the church services--it was so extremely warm and
uncomfortable. But when they learned of the arrest, they recalled
the fact that Mr. Carleton had had an unbounded confidence in the
imprisoned lad.
"I wonder if he will make any allusion to this event in the services
to-day?" each thought. "Really I must go and see." Then there was an
unusual hurrying around, and, when the bell tolled for the service, out
from mansion and cottage a vast throng poured into the streets, and
hurried off toward the First Church.