Mr. Midshipman Easy, Frederick Marryat [best books to read for young adults .TXT] 📗
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“But, Jack, allowing that there might be some diversity from such causes, that would be a very different thing from the present monstrous state of society, in which we have kings and lords, and people, rolling in wealth, while others are in a state of pauperism, and obliged to steal for their daily bread.”
“My dear father, I consider that it is to this inequality that society owes its firmest cementation-that we are enabled to live in peace and happiness, protected by just laws, each doing his duty in that state of life to which he is called, rising above or sinking in the scale of society according as he has been entrusted with the five talents or the one. Equality can and does exist nowhere. We are told that it does not exist in heaven itself-how can it exist upon earth?’
“But that is only asserted, Jack, and it is not proof that it ought not to exist.”
“Let us argue the point, father, coolly. Let us examine a little what would be the effect if all was equality. Were all equal in beauty there would be no beauty, for beauty is only by comparison-were all equal in strength, conflicts would be interminable-were all equal in rank, and power, and possessions, the greatest charms of existence would be destroyed-generosity, gratitude, and half the finer virtues would be unknown. The first principle of our religion, charity, could not be practised-pity would never be called forth-benevolence’ your great organ, would be useless, and self-denial a blank letter. Were all equal in ability, there would be no instruction, no talent, no genius-nothing to admire, nothing to copy, to respect-nothing to rouse emulation, or stimulate to praiseworthy ambition. Why, my dear father, what an idle, unprofitable, weary world would this be, if it were based on equality!”
“But, allowing all that, Jack,” replied Mr Easy, “and I will say you argue well in a bad cause, why should the inequality be carried so far-king and lords, for instance?”
“The most lasting and imperishable form of building is that of the pyramid, which defies ages, and to that may the most perfect form of society be compared. It is based upon the many, and rising by degrees, it becomes less as wealth, talent, and rank increase in the individual, until it ends at the apex or monarch, above all. Yet each several stone from the apex to the base is necessary for the preservation of the structure, and fulfils its duty in its allotted place. Could you prove that those at the summit possess the greatest share of happiness in this world, then, indeed, you have a position to argue on; but it is well known that such is not the case; and provided he is of a contented mind, the peasant is more happy than the king, surrounded as the latter is by cares and anxiety.”
“Very well argued, indeed, my dear sir,” observed Dr Middleton.
“But, my dear boy, there are other states of society than monarchy; we have republics and despotisms.”
“We have, but how long do they last compared to the first? There is a cycle in the changes which never varies. A monarchy may be overthrown by a revolution, and republicanism succeed, but that is shortly followed by despotism, till, after a time, monarchy succeeds again by unanimous consent, as the most legitimate and equitable form of government; but in none of these do you find a single advance to equality. In a republic, those who govern are more powerful than the rulers in a restricted monarchy-a president is greater than a king, and next to a despot, whose will is law. Even in small societies you find, that some will naturally take the lead and assume domination. We commence the system at school, when we are first thrown into society, and there we are taught systems of petty tyranny. There are some few points in which we obtain equality in this world, and that equality can only be obtained under a well-regulated form of society, and consists in an equal administration of justice and of laws, to which we have agreed to submit for the benefit of the whole-the equal right to live and not be permitted to starve, which has been obtained in this country. And when we are called to account, we shall have equal justice. Now my dear father, you have my opinion.’
“Yes, my dear, this is all very well in the abstract; but how does it work?”
“It works well. The luxury, the pampered state, the idleness-if you please, the wickedness-of the rich, all contribute to the support, the comfort, and employment of the poor. You may behold extravagance it is a vice; but that very extravagance circulates money, and the vice of one contributes to the happiness of many. The only vice which is not redeemed by producing commensurate good, is avarice. If all were equal, there would be no arts, no manufactures, no industry, no employment. As it is, the inequality of the distribution ofwealth may be compared to the heart, pouring forth the blood like a steam-engine through the human frame, the same blood returning from the extremities by the veins, to be again propelled, and keep up a healthy and vigorous circulation.”
“Bravo, Jack!” said Dr Middleton. “Have you anything to reply, sir?” continued he, addressing Mr Easy.
“To reply, sir?” replied Mr Easy, with scorn; “why, he has not given me half an argument yet: why that black servant even laughs at him-look at him there showing his teeth. Can he forget the horrors of slavery? can he forget the base unfeeling lash? No, sir, he has suffered, and he can estimate the divine right of equality. Ask him now, ask him, if you dare, Jack, whether he will admit the truth of your argument.”
“Well, I’ll ask him,” replied Jack, “and I tell you candidly that he was once one of your disciples. Mesty, what’s your opinion of equality?”
“Equality, Massa Easy?” replied Mesty, pulling up his cravat; “I say d-n equality, now I majordomo.”
“The rascal deserves to be a slave all his life.’
“True, I ab been slave-but I a prince in my own country. Massa Easy tell how many skulls I have.”
“Skulls-skulls—do you know anything of the sublime science? Are you a phrenologist?’
“I know man’s skull very well in Ashantee country, anyhow.”
“Then if you know that, you must be one. I had no idea that the science had extended so far-maybe it was brought from thence. I will have some talk with you tomorrow. This is very curious. Dr Middleton, is it not?”
“Very, indeed, Mr Easy.”
“I shall feel his head tomorrow after breakfast, and if there is anything wrong, I shall correct it with my machine. By-the-bye, I have quite forgot, gentlemen; you will excuse me, but I wish to see what the carpenter has done for me, and after that I shall attend the meeting of the society. Jack, my boy, won’t you come and hear my speech?”
“Thank you, sir, but I cannot well leave your friends.”
Mr Easy quitted the room.
“Are you aware, my dear sir, that your father has opened his preserves to all the poachers?” said Mr Hanson.
“The devil he has!”
“Yes, he has allowed several gangs of gipsies to locate themselves in his woods much to the annoyance of the neighbourhood, who suffer from their depredations,” continued Dr Middleton.
“I find, by the receipts and books, that there is nearly two years rental of the estate due; some tenants have paid up in full, others not for four years. I reckon fourteen thousand pounds still in arrear.”
“You will oblige me by taking immediate steps, Mr Hanson, for the recovery of the sums due.”
“Most certainly, Mr John. I trust your father will not commit himself tonight as he has done lately.”
When they rose to retire, Dr Middleton took out, hero by the hand. “You do not know, my dear fellow, what pleasure it gives me to find that, in spite of the doating of your mother and the madness of your father, you have turned out so well. It is very fortunate that you have come home; I trust you will now give up the profession.”
“I have given it up, sir; which, by-the-bye, reminds me that I have not applied for either my discharge or that of my servant; but I cannot spare time yet, so I shall not report myself.”
In which our hero finds himself an orphan, and resolves to go to sea again without the smallest idea of equality.
THE NEXT MORNING, when they met at breakfast, Mr Easy did not make his appearance, and Jack inquired of Mesty where he was.
“They say down below that the old gentleman not come home last night.”
“Did not come home! ” said Dr Middleton; “this must be looked to.”
“He great rascal, dat butler man,” said Mesty to Jack; “but de old gentleman not sleep in his bed, dat for sure.”
“Make enquiries when he went out,” said Jack.
“I hope no accident has happened,” observed Mr Hanson; “but his company has lately been very strange.”
“Nobody see him go out, sar, last night,” reported Mesty.
“Very likely he is in his study,” observed Dr Middleton; “he may have remained all night, fast asleep, by his wonderful invention.”
“I’ll go and see,” replied Jack.
Dr Middleton accompanied him, and Mesty followed. They opened the door, and beheld a spectacle which made them recoil with horror. There was Mr Easy, with his head in the machine, the platform below fallen from under him, hanging, with his toes just touching the ground. Dr Middleton hastened to him, and, assisted by Mesty and our hero, took him out of the steel collar which was round his neck: but life had been extinct for many hours, and, on examination, it was found that the poor old gentleman’s neck was dislocated.
It was surmised that the accident must have taken place the evening before, and it was easy to account for it. Mr Easy, who had had the machine raised four feet higher, for the platform and steps to be placed underneath, must have mounted on the frame modelled by the carpenter for his work, and have fixed his head in, for the knob was pressed on his bump of benevolence. The framework, hastily put together with a few short nails, had given way with his weight, and the sudden fall had dislocated his neck.
Mr Hanson led away our hero, who was much shocked at this unfortunate and tragical end of his poor father, while Dr Middleton ordered the body to be taken up into a bedroom, and immediately despatched a messenger to the coroner of the county. Poor Mr Easy had told his son but the day before, that he felt convinced that this wonderful invention would immortalise him, and so it had, although not exactly in the sense that he anticipated.
We must pass over the few days of sorrow, and closed shutters, which always are given to these scenes. The coroner’s inquest and the funeral over, daylight was again admitted, our hero’s spirits revived, and he found himself in possession of a splendid property, and his own master.
He was not of age, it is true, for he wanted nine months; but on opening the will of his father, he found that Dr Middleton was his sole guardian. Mr Hanson, on examining and collecting the papers, which were in the greatest confusion, discovered bank-notes in different corners, and huddled up with bills and receipts, to the amount of
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