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life; and in which the only end assigned to man is his personal comfort!
2. What! was it for such a society of beavers and of bees, a society rather of skillful animals than of men free and civilized, — was it for such, that the French revolution was accomplished ? Not so! It was for a greater, a more sacred end; one more worthy of hu. manity.
3. But Socialism professes to be the legitimate development of Democracy. I shall not search, as many have done, into the true etymology of this word Democracy. I shall not, as gentlemen did yesterday, traverse the garden of Greek roots, to find the derivation of this word. I shall point you to Democracy, where I have seen it, living, active, triumphant; in the only country in the world where it truly exists, where it has been able to establish and maintain, even to the present time, something grand and durable to claim our admiration,
– in the New World, — in America. . 4. There shall you see a people, among whom all conditions of men are more on an equality even than among us; where the social state, the manners, the laws, — everything is democratic; where all emanates from the people, and returns to the people ; and where, at the same time, every individual enjoys a greater amount of liberty, a more entire independence, than in any other part of the world, at any period of time ; a country, I repeat it, essentially democratic; the only Democracy in the wide world at this day; and the only republic, truly Democratic, which we know of in history. And in this republic you will look in vain for Socialism. · 5. Not only have the theories of the Socialists gained no possession there of the public mind, but they have played so trifling a part in the discussions and affairs of that great nation, that they have not even reached the dignity of being feared.
6. America is at this day that country, of the whole world, where the sovereignty of Democracy is most practical and complete; and it is at the same time that where the doctrines of the Socialists, which you pretend to find so much in accordance with Democracy, are the least in vogue; the country, of the whole universe, where the men sustaining those doctrines would have the least chance of making an impression. For myself personally, I do not see, I confess, any great objection to the emigration of these proselyting gentlemen to America ; but I warn them that they will not find thera any field for their labors.
7. No, gentlemen, Democracy and Socialism are the antipodes of each other. While Democracy extends the sphere of individual independence, Socialism contracts it. Democracy develops a man's whole manhood, Socialism makes him an agent, an instrument, a cipher. Democracy and Socialism assimilate on one point only, - the equality which they introduce; but mark the difference: Democracy seeks equality in liberty, while Socialism seeks it in servitude and constraint.
LXXVII. – IAGO AND OTHELLO.
The following dialogue is from the third scene of the third act of tre, trage dy of Othello. The villain Iago, after having, in a previous scone (wee 18+ 234), enticed Cassio into drunkenness, and then persuaded him to beg tha virtuous Desdemona, Othello's wife, to intercede for him (Cassio) with her husband, here artfully begins to provoke Othello's jellousy of the innocent Cassio.
See in Index, FINELESS, REVOLT, Iago, SHAKE,PEARE.
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ?
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed: discern’st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ?
Iago. Honest, my lord ?
Oth. Think, my lord! Thou echo'st me,
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost :
Iago. · For Michael Cassio, -
Oth. I think so too.
Iago. Men should be what they seem :
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this.-
Iago. Good my lord, pardon me;
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
Iago. I do beseech you, -
Oth. What dost thou mean?
Iago. Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash : 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts —
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 't is in my custody.
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ;
Oth. O, misery!
Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough;
Oth. Why! why is this?
LXXVIII. — THE BEDRIDDEN BOY.
The following extract is from the fortieth chapter of Dickens's “Nicholas Nickleby.” The style exhibits that mixture of pathos and humor which we meet with so often in the common events of life, and for his happy presentation of which Dickens has earned a merited celebrity. The colloquial passages should be made as nearly natural in the delivery as the reader's conception will allow.
See in Index, MIGNONETTE, TINY, DICKENS.
1. “A FINE morning, Mr. Linkinwater," said Nicholas, entering the office. “Ah!” replied Tim, “ talk of