The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
John Stuart Mill · en
Indignities without a precedent have been committed by them:
"Shell--bombard--burn, in the name of Heaven! Set fire everywhere with
petroleum bombs!--You are too gracious a king!--Your scruples betray
too much weakness for this Babylon: Bombard quick: Bombardments have
succeeded better than anything else. Sire, your good and faithful
people entreat you to bombard everything--leave nothing standing!"
Oh! scoundrels!--rascals!--if you have so often played the saint for
fifty years; if you have talked so edifyingly about friendship,
brotherhood, and the alliance of nations, it was because you did not
then think yourselves the strongest; now that you think you are, you
piously bombard women, old men, and children, in the name of the
Saviour! Faugh! it is simply disgusting!
Every time that Cousin George read these assassins' petitions, he would
spring off his chair and cry: "Now I know what to think of fanatics of
every religion. These men have no need to play the hypocrite: their
religion does not oblige them to it. Well, they play the Jesuit for
the love of it, better than we do by profession. May they be execrated
and despised perpetually."
Then he dilated with much warmth of feeling upon the kind reception
which the Parisians, in former days, used to accord to the Germans, for
forty years and more. Men who came to seek a livelihood among us,
without a penny, lean, humble, half-clad, with a little bundle of old
rags under their arms, asking for credit, even in George's and Marie
Anne's little inn, for a basin of broth, a bit of meat, and a glass of
wine, were kindly received; they were cheered up, and situations found
for them: everybody was anxious to put them in the right way, to
explain to them what they did not know. Soon they grew fat and
flourishing, and gained assurance; by servility they would win the
confidence of the head-clerk, who showed them all about the business;
and then some fine morning it was noised about that the head-clerk was
discharged and the German was in his place. He had had a private
interview with the head partner, and had proposed to do the work for
half the salary. Of course the partners are always glad to have good
workmen, humble and obsequious, and, above all, cheap. George had
witnessed this fifty times.
But people did not get angry; they would say,
"The poor fellow must earn a living somehow. The other is a Frenchman:
he will very soon secure another place."
And it was thus that the Germans slipped quietly into the shoes of
those who had received them kindly and taught them their trade.
A few old clerks used to get angry; but they were always held to be in
the wrong. "_That good German_" was justified! He had not meddled;
everything had gone on simply and naturally.
And twenty, thirty, fifty thousand Germans used thus to come and
prosper in Paris; and then they would get a holiday to take a turn home
and exhibit the flesh and fat they had gained, and their gold trinkets.