latter-day pamphlets- 第15部分

Howard　is　not　the　only　benefactor　that　has　worked　without　money　for　us；　there　have　been　some　more；and　will　be；　I　hope！　　For　the　Destinies　are　opulent；　and　send　here　and　there　a　man　into　the　world　to　do　work；　for　which　they　do　not　mean　to　pay　him　in　money。　　And　they　smite　him　beneficently　with　sore　afflictions；　and　blight　his　world　all　into　grim　frozen　ruins　round　him；and　can　make　a　wandering　Exile　of　their　Dante；　and　not　a　soft…bedded　Podesta　of　Florence；　if　they　wish　to　get　a　_Divine　Comedy_　out　of　him。　　Nay　that　rather　is　their　way；　when　they　have　worthy　work　for　such　a　man；　they　scourge　him　manifoldly　to　the　due　pitch；　sometimes　nearly　of　despair；　that　he　may　search　desperately　for　his　work；　and　find　it；　they　urge　him　on　still　with　beneficent　stripes　when　needful；　as　is　constantly　the　case　between　whiles；　and；　in　fact；　have　privately　decided　to　reward　him　with　beneficent　death　by　and　by；　and　not　with　money　at　all。　　O　my　benevolent　friend；　I　honor　Howard　very　much；　but　it　is　on　this　side　idolatry　a　long　way；　not　to　an　infinite；　but　to　a　decidedly　finite　extent！　　And　you；put　not　the　modest　noble　Howard；　a　truly　modest　man；　to　the　blush；　by　forcing　these　reflections　on　us！

Cholera　Doctors；　hired　to　dive　into　black　dens　of　infection　and　despair；　they；　rushing　about　all　day　from　lane　to　lane；　with　their　life　in　their　hand；　are　found　to　do　their　function；　which　is　a　much　more　rugged　one　than　Howard's。　　Or　what　say　we；　Cholera　Doctors？　　Ragged　losels　gathered　by　beat　of　drum　from　the　overcrowded　streets　of　cities；　and　drilled　a　little　and　dressed　in　red；　do　not　they　stand　fire　in　an　uncensurable　manner；　and　handsomely　give　their　life；　if　needful；　at　the　rate　of　a　shilling　per　day？　Human　virtue；　if　we　went　down　to　the　roots　of　it；　is　not　so　rare。　　The　materials　of　human　virtue　are　everywhere　abundant　as　the　light　of　the　sun：　raw　materials；O　woe；　and　loss；　and　scandal　thrice　and　threefold；　that　they　so　seldom　are　elaborated；　and　built　into　a　result！　that　they　lie　yet　unelaborated；　and　stagnant　in　the　souls　of　wide…spread　dreary　millions；　fermenting；　festering；　and　issue　at　last　as　energetic　vice　instead　of　strong　practical　virtue！　　A　Mrs。　Manning　〃dying　game；〃alas；　is　not　that　the　foiled　potentiality　of　a　kind　of　heroine　too？　　Not　a　heroic　Judith；　not　a　mother　of　the　Gracchi　now；　but　a　hideous　murderess；　fit　to　be　the　mother　of　hyenas！　　To　such　extent　can　potentialities　be　foiled。　　Education；　kingship；　command；where　is　it；　whither　has　it　fled？　　Woe　a　thousand　times；　that　this；　which　is　the　task　of　all　kings；　captains；　priests；　public　speakers；　land…owners；　book…writers；　mill…owners；　and　persons　possessing　or　pretending　to　possess　authority　among　mankind；is　left　neglected　among　them　all；　and　instead　of　it　so　little　done　but　protocolling；　black…or…white　surplicing；　partridge…shooting；　parliamentary　eloquence　and　popular　twaddle…literature；　with　such　results　as　we　see！


Howard　abated　the　Jail…fever；　but　it　seems　to　me　he　has　been　the　innocent　cause　of　a　far　more　distressing　fever　which　rages　high　just　now；　what　we　may　call　the　Benevolent…Platform　Fever。　　Howard　is　to　be　regarded　as　the　unlucky　fountain　of　that　tumultuous　frothy　ocean…tide　of　benevolent　sentimentality；　〃abolition　of　punishment；〃　all…absorbing　〃prison…discipline；〃　and　general　morbid　sympathy；　instead　of　hearty　hatred；　for　scoundrels；　which　is　threatening　to　drown　human　society　as　in　deluges；　and　leave；　instead　of　an　〃edifice　of　society〃　fit　for　the　habitation　of　men；　a　continent　of　fetid　ooze　inhabitable　only　by　mud…gods　and　creatures　that　walk　upon　their　belly。　　Few　things　more　distress　a　thinking　soul　at　this　time。

Most　sick　am　I；　O　friends；　of　this　sugary　disastrous　jargon　of　philanthropy；　the　reign　of　love；　new　era　of　universal　brotherhood；　and　not　Paradise　to　the　Well…deserving　but　Paradise　to　All…and…sundry；　which　possesses　the　benighted　minds　of　men　and　women　in　our　day。　　My　friends；　I　think　you　are　much　mistaken　about　Paradise！　　〃No　Paradise　for　anybody：　　he　that　cannot　do　without　Paradise；　go　his　ways：〃　　suppose　you　tried　that　for　a　while！　　I　reckon　that　the　safer　version。　　Unhappy　sugary　brethren；　this　is　all　untrue；　this　other；　contrary　to　the　fact；　not　a　tatter　of　it　will　hang　together　in　the　wind　and　weather　of　fact。　　In　brotherhood　with　the　base　and　foolish　I；　for　one；　do　not　mean　to　live。　　Not　in　brotherhood　with　them　was　life　hitherto　worth　much　to　me；　in　pity；　in　hope　not　yet　quite　swallowed　of　disgust；otherwise　in　enmity　that　must　last　through　eternity；　in　unappeasable　aversion　shall　I　have　to　live　with　these！　　Brotherhood？　No；　be　the　thought　far　from　me。　　They　are　Adam's　children；alas　yes；　I　well　remember　that；　and　never　shall　forget　it；　hence　this　rage　and　sorrow。　But　they　have　gone　over　to　the　dragons；　they　have　quitted　the　Father's　house；　and　set　up　with　the　Old　Serpent：　　till　they　return；　how　can　they　be　brothers？　　They　are　enemies；　deadly　to　themselves　and　to　me　and　to　you；　till　then；　till　then；　while　hope　yet　lasts；　I　will　treat　them　as　brothers　fallen　insane；when　hope　has　ended；　with　tears　grown　sacred　and　wrath　grown　sacred；　I　will　cut　them　off　in　the　name　of　God！　　It　is　at　my　peril　if　I　do　not。　　With　the　servant　of　Satan　I　dare　not　continue　in　partnership。　Him　I　must　put　away；　resolutely　and　forever；　〃lest；〃　as　it　is　written；　〃I　become　partaker　of　his　plagues。〃

Beautiful　Black　Peasantry；　who　have　fallen　idle　and　have　got　the　Devil　at　your　elbow；　interesting　White　Felonry；　who　are　not　idle；　but　have　enlisted　into　the　Devil's　regiments　of　the　line；know　that　my　benevolence　for　you　is　comparatively　trifling！　　What　I　have　of　that　divine　feeling　is　due　to　others；　not　to　you。　　A　〃universal　Sluggard…and…Scoundrel　Protection　Society〃　is　not　the　one　I　mean　to　institute　in　these　times；　where　so　much　wants　protection；　and　is　sinking　to　sad　issues　for　want　of　it！　　The　scoundrel　needs　no　protection。　　The　scoundrel　that　will　hasten　to　the　gallows；　why　not　rather　clear　the　way　for　him！　　Better　he　reach　_his_　goal　and　outgate　by　the　natural　proclivity；　than　be　so　expensively　dammed　up　and　detained；　poisoning　everything　as　he　stagnates　and　meanders　along；　to　arrive　at　last　a　hundred　times　fouler；　and　swollen　a　hundred　times　bigger！　Benevolent　men　should　reflect　on　this。And　you　Quashee；　my　pumpkin；（not　a　bad　fellow　either；　this　poor　Quashee；　when　tolerably　guided！）idle　Quashee；　I　say　you　must　get　the　Devil　_sent　away_　from　your　elbow；　my　poor　dark　friend！　　In　this　world　there　will　be　no　existence　for　you　otherwise。　No；　not　as　the　brother　of　your　folly　will　I　live　beside　you。　　Please　to　withdraw　out　of　my　way；　if　I　am　not　to　contradict　your　folly；　and　amend　it；　and　put　it　in　the　stocks　if　it　will　not　amend。　　By　the　Eternal　Maker；　it　is　on　that　footing　alone　that　you　and　I　can　live　together！　　And　if　you　had　respectable　traditions　dated　from　beyond　Magna　Charta；　or　from　beyond　the　Deluge；　to　the　contrary；　and　written　sheepskins　that　would　thatch　the　face　of　the　world；behold　I；　for　one　individual；　do　not　believe　said　respectable　traditions；　nor　regard　said　written　sheepskins　except　as　things　which　_you_；　till　you　grow　wiser；　will　believe。　　Adieu；　Quashee；　I　will　wish　you　better　guidance　than　you　have　had　of　late。

On　the　whole；　what　a　reflection　is　it　that　we　cannot　bestow　on　an　unworthy　man　any　particle　of　our　benevolence；　our　patronage；　or　whatever　resource　is　ours；without　withdrawing　it；　it　and　all　that　will　grow　of　it；　from　one　worthy；　to　whom　it　of　right　belongs！　　We　cannot；　I　say；　impossible；　it　is　the　eternal　law　of　things。　　Incompetent　Duncan　M'Pastehorn；　the　hapless　incompetent　mortal　to　whom　I　give　the　cobbling　of　my　boots；and　cannot　find　in　my　heart　to　refuse　it；　the　poor　drunken　wretch　having　a　wife　and　ten　children；　he　_withdraws_　the　job　from　sober；　plainly　competent；　and　meritorious　Mr。　Sparrowbill；　generally　short　of　work　too；　discourages　Sparrowbill；　teaches　him　that　he　too　may　as　well　drink　and　loiter　and　bungle；　that　this　is　not　a　scene　for　merit　and　demerit　at　all；　but　for　dupery；　and　whining　flattery；　and　incompetent　cobbling　of　every　description；clearly　tending　to　the　ruin　of　poor　Sparrowbill！　　What　harm　had　Sparrowbill　done　me　that　I　should　so　help　to　ruin　him？　　And　I　couldn't　save　the　insalvable　M'Pastehorn；　I　merely　yielded　him；　for　insufficient　work；　here　and　there　a　half…crown；which　he　oftenest　drank。　　And　now　Sparrowbill　also　is　drinking！

Justice；　Justice：　　woe　betides　us　everywhere　when；　for　this　reason　or　for　that；　we　fail　to　do　justice！　　No　beneficence；　benevolence；　or　other　virtuous　contribution　will　make　good　the　want。　　And　in　what　a　rate　of　terrible　geometrical　progression；　far　beyond　our　poor　computation；　any　act　of　Injustice　once　done　by　us　grows；　rooting　itself　ever　anew；　spreading　ever　anew；　like　a　banyan…tree；blasting　all　life　under　it；　for　it　is　a　poison…tree！　　There　is　but　one　thing　needed　for　the　world；　but　that　one　is　indispensable。　　Justice；　Justice；　in　the　name　of　Heaven；　give　us　Justice；　and　we　live；　give　us　only　counterfeits　of　it；　or　succedanea　for　it；　and　we　die！


Oh；　this　universal　syllabub　of　philanthropic　twaddle！　　My　friend；　it　is　very　sad；　now　when　Christianity　is　as　good　as　extinct　in　all　hearts；　to　meet　this　ghastly…Phantasm　of　Christianity　parading　through　almost　all。　　〃I　will　clean　your　foul　thoro