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I know not what would be the reply of Dr. Smiles to the question so stated; but I assure you that I could with no difficulty prove to Dr. Smiles, or even Mr. Macaulay—that the physical comforts of the labourers have not kept pace with the national increase of property. Sir Charles Wood, in his speech on introducing the Budget made special reference to a speech addressed to Parliament in 1830 by the late Mr. Huskisson; in which speech, Mr. Huskisson admitted that within these past twenty years the increase of the wealth of the country had been great; but regretted to be compelled to say that the comforts of the labouring population had not increased in a similar ratio. Sir Charles Wood, after referring to the unprecedented development of material wealth, between 1830 and 1850, and pointing to a long array of figures in proof of his assertion, regretted to be forced to use the words of Mr. Huskisson, and to say that the comforts of the labourers had not increased proportionately to the increase of the wealth of the nation, and the comforts of the rich consumers. I have not a copy of Sir Charles Wood's speech at hand, but I know that I have stated its meaning correctly,

I observe that you have marked Dr. Smiles' statement about the earnings of the Working Classes in Bradford, Leeds and Manchester. -"At Bradford, a family, consisting of a workman with a grown-up daughter, and boy and girl, can make from 32s. to 36s. a week. About the same amount can be made by an operative family at Manchester. In the flax and cotton trades, men make from 15s. to 20s. and young women from 8s. to 10s. When there is a large family, their united gains will sometimes amount to as much as £130 to £150, per annum, an income considerably higher than the average salaries of our working clergy, the curate and dissenting ministers." Such is the condition of the manufacturing districts in 1850. Two years ago I visited all the towns referred to. The Working Classes were chiefly idle; the factories closed; the people clamouring for bread; the warehouses filled; and Bradford and Manchester under military surveillance. No just idea of the general condition of the factory population can be formed by a reference to wages in a time of high prosperity. The times of good and bad trade must be taken together, or the inference drawn must be partial and unsatisfactory.

Let us, however, profit by the figures of the Doctor so far as they go. At Bradford, fout persons can earn from 32s. to 36s. per week; or, an average of 9s. each. Two of the said persons are adults, two youths, probably from thirteen to sixteen years of age. What, I ask, will remain for their sustenance throughout a protracted period of bad trade, after satisfying their immediate wants, supposing they live on plain wholesome food and be decently lodged? The curate in all probability, can count on his income for a permanence. The case is just the reverse with the Bradford wool-comber. He is overworked at one period, idle and starved at another. This very alternation between excessive work and extreme idleness, is one of the contributing causes of the moral evils which the good doctor so sincerely deplores in a subsequent paragraph. The Doctor's figures refer to the condition of the wool-comber in a time of prosperity. In a time of adversity be can choose between the grave, the workhouse, and the gaol.

The following table of mortality for the different classes of Bradford, will better illustrate the condition of the Working Classes than anything to be found in the letter of Doctor Smiles :

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Have the comforts of

Bradford, be it remembered, is a town of rapid and modern growth. the labouring population increased proportionately to the opulence of the merchants and manufacturers, and the growth of the material wealth and prosperity of the borough? That must be a very partial kind of "progress" which gives to the rich on an average twenty-three years' longer lease of life than it yields to their poorer brethren. It may not be what the Leader calls"progress backwards." It is certainly not a straightforward progress, and is more crablike than godlike. What I have here said of Bradford will refer, with but a trifling variation, to all the manufacturing districts of the Empire.

You may well express surprise that Dr. Smiles or any other person acquainted with the condition of the people should quote as a proof of prosperity, the drinking customs of our country. The doctor avers that the Working Classes spend about fifty millions a year on tobacco and intoxicating drinks; and that the average amount expended on drink alone by the family of each Working Man in England, is not less than £15. I know not on whose authority this estimate is made; but I think it exaggerated. On the usual calculation of five persons to a family, this would give £3 per head to each person,-man, woman, and child indiscriminately. In ignorance of the data on which the estimate is made, I may say

I think it extravagant.

It may

For the sake of the argument, grant for the moment its correctness. That a man spends money on drink is no proof that he is prosperous, or has a surplus. How often do the very poorest of the poor waste their means? Miserable wretches with scarcely a rag on their backs will often pass the door of the baker, and enter the gin-shop to spend the last penny. Such an act does not prove their prosperity: on the contrary it proves their adversity. Excessive aud irregular toil, badly ventilated workshops, and low wages, are predisposing causes to intemperance. I have studied the life of the Working Classes closely, and say it truthfully, but with regret, that the hardest worked, and worst paid operatives are generally the most intemperate. If I were asked what was the great antidote for low habits and drunkenness; I should answer-ordinary and regular labour and high wages. be said, that more money is expended in drink in times of good trade than is so expended in times of bad trade. This does not injure my position in the least. I contend that what is called good trade is only an unnatural and unregulated activity: what is called bad trade is an exhausted prostration of energy. Both states are intemperate and unnatural and lead to intemperate aud unnatural results. You will not, I am sure, understand me to mean that low wages, badly ventilated workshops, and irregular employmeut, are the sole causes of drunkenness. Ignorance is a leading cause; and I think with Dr. Smiles, that as education spreads, we may expect to overcome the evil. Such an education, however, will not be a mere inculcation of negative doctrines, fitted to the existence of a laissez faire and breechespocket philosophy. The schoolmaster who hopes to eradicate moral evils, must also teach how social evils shall be overcome: he must show us the way out of those depths of wretchedness and woe, that make timid men tremble and cause even philosophers to stand aghast. And to such an education both the Editor of the Leader and Dr. Smiles may contribute in no small degree.

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In direct corroboration of my views on the connection between steady and remunerative employment and the moral condition of the labourers, 1 call your attention to the following extract from the second volume of Porter's "Progress of the Nation."-"This work, under the name of the Ulster canal, is in progress of execution, according to the plan of the late Mr. Telford During its progress, this work has proved a great blessing to the district through which it passess; it has given constant employment, at fair wages, to a great number of labourers; and has been the means of reclaiming many amongst them from those habits of reckless indifference, and that passion for ardent spirits, which are so fatal to the happiness of the Working Classes in Ireland. With the power of saving out of their wages, the habit has arisen. The whiskey-shop has been abandoned, and several of those who were first employed have laid by sufficient money to enable them to emigrate to the United States and to Canada, where they have constituted themselves proprietors, and have before them the certainty of future comfort and independence."

The figures you quote from the article in the Leader on the cost of pauperism are correct. I examined the Poor Law returns some weeks since, and used the same figures for a similar purpose, in Reynolds' Newspaper. The cost of pauperism in 1839, was £4,406,907, in 1849, £5,792,963; being an increase in the cost of pauperism of £1,386,056; though the increase of the national wealth, in the ten years elapsing between 1839 and 1849, must have been very great. These figures, however, very inadequately represent the real condition of the nation. They are only corner marks in the great outline: the picture must be filled up by your own acquaintance with society as a whole: and your ability to appreciate the feelings and wants of your fellow beings. The condition of the dumb toiling millions is not a question which can be settled by a few smart sentences written with a view to cleverness and effect. And I heartily agree with you in thinking that "earnestness and wisdom are indisI will answer your other enquiries on pensible in any discussion likely to prove of value." another day. Meantime, accept of this long epistle as a very tolerable instalment.

September 20th 1850.

I am, as ever,

Yours faithfully,

SAMUEL M. KYDD.

A PRINCE'S BEST GUARDS.-Princes by hearkening to cruel counsels, become in time obnoxious to the authors, their flatterers, and ministers; and are brought to that, that when they would, they dare not change; they must go on and defend cruelty, with cruelty: they cannot alter the habit. It is then grown necessary, they must be as ill as those who have made them : and in the end, they will grow more hateful to themselves, than to their subjects. Whereas, on the contrary, the merciful Prince is safe in love, not fear. He needs no emissaries, spies, intelligencers, to intrap true subjects. He fears no libels, no treasons. His people speak what they think; and talk openly what they do in secret. They have nothing in their breasts, that they need a cypher for. He is guarded with his own benefits.-Ben Jonson.

THE WORKER'S VISION.

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Here, in working for each other,

Each worketh for himself.

And here the fabled golden age,
Is realised at last;

And men turn wondering from the page
Of war and horrors past.

To see such wonders round me spread,
Great my amazement grew:
I, turning to the spirit said,

"Is this the world I knew?"

The spirit said, "In isolation
"Man is a feeble thing,
'But, behold! from combination,
"Wondrous good will spring!
"Trust the Future! men are growing
Wiser with each circling sun;
"Seeds of love and truth are sowing.
"Germinating one by one."-

He fled, and left me in amaze,

But, with an altered mind ;-
For now I've hope in future days,
And faith in human kind.
H.R. NICHOLLS.

Notices to Correspondents,

*Correspondents will please address "Thomas Cooper, 5, Park-row, Knightsbridge,

London."

H. R., Northampton.-I am not the author of "The Infidel's Text Book;" nor have I ever seen such a book. This is the third letter I have received, making this inquiry. R. F., Pontypool; 'Pelopidas;' and J. White.-Their poetry is most respectfully declined.

'Worker's Vision' and several other pieces.-Unavoidably delayed till next number.

Lectures in London, during the Mouth of October; 1850.

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THINKINGS FROM ZIMMERMAN.

PRIDE AND VANITY.-No two qualities in the human mind are more essentially different, though often confounded, than pride and vanity: the proud man entertains the highest opinion of himself; the vain man only strives to infuse such an opinion into the minds of others; the proud man thinks admiration his due; the vain man is satisfied if he can but obtain it: pride, by stateliness, demands respect; vanity, by little artifices, solicits applause : pride, therefore, makes men disagreeable, and vanity ridiculous.

THE PASSIONS. To subdue the passions of creatures who are all passion, is absurd, impossible; to regulate them appears to be absolutely necessary; and what are those passions that make such havoc, causing striking differences, exalting and depressing spirits, leading to ecstatic enjoyment, or plunging us in the severest afflictions; what are they more than the development of our sensibility?

MENDICANTS.-Mendicants have great comforts; they require a good address, though they can dispense with a good dress; this dispensation is exclusively theirs: they have little to care for, and their expectations are great: of them nothing is required; and what forms their calamity, forms likewise a fund for its own emergencies.

GOOD QUALITIES.-Many good qualities are not sufficent to balance a single want-the want of money.

FRIENDS.-There are a sort of friends, who in your poverty do nothing but torment and taunt you with accounts of what you might have been, had you followed their advice: and this privilege comes from the comparative state of their finances and yours.

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INDUSTRY.-If industry is no more than habit, 'tis at least an excellent one. 'If you ask me which is the real hereditary sin of human nature, do you imagine I shall answer pride, or luxury, or ambition, or egotism?-No; I shall say indolence. Who conqners indolence, will conquer all the rest. Indeed all good principles must stagnate without mental activity.

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UNDERTAKINGS.-'Tis easier to undertake than to retract, especially in momentous affairs. Good, excellent, is the advice, of the poet Shenstone: "Whatever situation in life you ever wish or propose for yourself, acquire a clear and lucid idea of the inconveniences attending it."

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OPINION. Opinion is when the assent of the understanding is so far gained by evidence of probability, that it rather inclines to one persuasion than to another, yet not altogether without a mixture of uncertainty and doubting.

THINKING. To little minds those productions are highly agreeable, that entertain without reducing them to the necessity of thinking.

TRUTH-lies in a small compass ! The Aristotelians say, all truth is contained in Aristotle in one place or another; Galileo makes Simplicius say so, but shows the absurdity of that speech by answering, all truth is contained in a lesser compass: viz. in the Alphabet!

SCHOLARS.-Scholars are frequently to be met with, who are ignorant of nothing -saving their own ignorance.

GAUDY ATTIRE.-Beauty gains little, and homeliness and deformity lose much, by gaudy attire. Lysander knew this was in part true, and refused the rich garments that the tyrant Dionysius proffered to his daughters, saying,—they were only fit to make unhappy faces more remarkable.

YOUTH.-A Youth introduced suddenly into life, feels as awkwardly as one immersed for the first time in water; and the chances are that he sinks as soon.

TOPICS OF DISCOURSE.-The weather is not a safe topic of discourse; your company may be hippish; nor is health; your associate may be a malade imaginaire; nor is money; you may be suspected as a borrower.

AN AUTUMN REVERIE.

AMONG the golden corn I lay,
A bright and sunny Autumn day,
And gentle breezes o'er me stole,
Earth's fragrance wafting to my soul,
And music caught my raptured ears,
Sweet as the singing of the spheres,
Which poets heard in ancient time,
Ring out their symphonies sublime!
And from afar the village bells,
Came pealing o'er the upland swells,
By distance softened and subdued,
To suit my still and pensive mood;
And pleasant dreams then came to me,
Of what this glorious world might be,
If man to man were just and true,
Resolved and brave the just to do.
Then ceased the awful daily strife,
The poor must wage for bread of life;
And honest toil won honest bread,
And life in hope and joy was led;
For sunny children laughed with glee,
Round-faced, and ruddy, blythe and free;
No longer hunger tamed them down,
To ragged starvelings of the Town.

Birmingham.

The fetid dens had passed away,
Where breathes and rots the human clay
Of him whose strength has ceased to be
Of use to Mammon's devotee;

And in their stead before me rose
Fair dwelling-places, goodly rows;
Each house a neat and cleanly home,
That would not force its lord to roam.

And knowledge now was free to all;
The parting slave, and peasant thrall
Had learned the cause of all their woes,
And in their native manhood rose,
Demanding simply leave to be

What God had made them,-men and free.
Victorious they; and all the earth
Was gladden'd with a second birth.
Then far and wide the welkin rung,
With joyous shout, and heart-felt song;
And stalwart men and women fair,
In laughing troops assembled there.
I saw the wild and merry dance,
The happy face, and sparkling glance.-
Then rose from this my reverie,
To work for what this world shall be!
JOHN ALFRED LANGFORD.

Sons of the living Babylon,

Who work for scanty bread,

A SUMMER INVITATION.

'Midst grandeur, misery, wealth, and want, The dying and the dead;

Nature, with all her sylvan throng,
Now bids you come away

To meadows, groves, and shady lanes,
Blooming in bright array.

Ye daughters wan and woe-begone,
With toiling and un-rest;
Who have nor hearth-born hopes, nor joys
To soothe the sorrowing breast;
Come, lay the constant needle by,-
Plied with embittered tears,
Drink new life from the perfumed breeze,
Ere summer disappears.
Though labour-doomed for others' gain,
A prey to haggard care;
Though poverty and ceaseless toil

Have blighted hopes once fair;-
Forget those miseries awhile,

Lift up your drooping heads, Come to the banquet meet for all, Which bounteous Nature spreads. Sheffield.

No scourging pestilence is here,
No fetid, gloomy cells;

No tempting palaces of vice,
No peace destroying hells;
But leafy coverts, gushing rills,
Mountains of azure hue;

Uplands of odour-breathing flowers,
And vallies bathed in dew.

The blackbird and the speckled thrush,
In concert wild and sweet,
Pour forth their heaven-taught melodies
From many a loved retreat:
And not a simple flower that blooms,
A merry bird that sings,
But bids you welcome to the haunts

Whence rapturous pleasure springs!
The mighty courser, winged with fire,
Which, belching, sweeps the air,
Shall waft you rapidly as thought
To prospects bright and fair.
Then come each struggling toiler, come,
Whose bosom hope still warms,
Health waits to greet you with her smiles,
And Nature with her charms.

J. W. KING.

GENIUS. They say of poets, that they must be born such; so must mathematicians, so must great generals, and so must lawyers. and so indeed, must great men of all denominations, or it is not possible that they should excel; but with whatever faculties we are born, and to whatever studies our genius may direct us, studies they still must be. Nature gives a bias to respective pursuits; and this strong propensity is what we mean by genius. Milton did not write his Paradise Lost; nor Homer his Iliad; nor Newton his Principia, without immense labour.— Cowper.

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