Workhouses, when you stumble, and subsisting you on Indian meal,
till you can sally forth again on fresh roamings, and fresh
stumblings, and ultimate descent to the devil;--that this is
_not_ the plan; and that it never was, or could out of England
have been supposed to be, much as I have prided myself upon it!

"Vagrant Lackalls, I at last perceive, all this that has been
sung and spoken, for a long while, about enfranchisement,
emancipation, freedom, suffrage, civil and religious liberty over
the world, is little other than sad temporary jargon, brought
upon us by a stern necessity,--but now ordered by a sterner to
take itself away again a little. Sad temporary jargon, I say:
made up of sense and nonsense,--sense in small quantities, and
nonsense in very large;--and, if taken for the whole or permanent
truth of human things, it is no better than fatal infinite
nonsense eternally _untrue_. All men, I think, will soon have to
quit this, to consider this as a thing pretty well achieved; and
to look out towards another thing much more needing achievement
at the time that now is.

"All men will have to quit it, I believe. But to you, my
indigent friends, the time for quitting it has palpably arrived!
To talk of glorious self-government, of suffrages and hustings,
and the fight of freedom and such like, is a vain thing in your
case. By all human definitions and conceptions of the said fight
of freedom, you for your part have lost it, and can fight no
more. Glorious self-government is a glory not for you, not for
Hodge's emancipated horses, nor you. No; I say, No. You, for
your part, have tried it, and _failed_. Left to walk your own
road, the will-o'-wisps beguiled you, your short sight could not