perhaps shall not have Christian burial! But I already raise
near upon Ten Millions for feeding you in idleness, my nomadic
friends; work, under due regulations, I really might try to get
of--[_Here arises indescribable uproar, no longer repressible,
from all manner of Economists, Emancipationists,
Constitutionalists, and miscellaneous Professors of the Dismal
Science, pretty numerously scattered about; and cries of "Private
enterprise," "Rights of Capital," "Voluntary Principle,"
"Doctrines of the British Constitution," swollen by the general
assenting hum of all the world, quite drown the Chief Minister
for a while. He, with invincible resolution, persists; obtains
hearing again_:]

"Respectable Professors of the Dismal Science, soft you a little.
Alas, I know what you would say. For my sins, I have read much
in those inimitable volumes of yours,--really I should think,
some barrowfuls of them in my time,--and, in these last forty
years of theory and practice, have pretty well seized what of
Divine Message you were sent with to me. Perhaps as small a
message, give me leave to say, as ever there was such a noise
made about before. Trust me, I have not forgotten it, shall
never forget it. Those Laws of the Shop-till are indisputable to
me; and practically useful in certain departments of the
Universe, as the multiplication-table itself. Once I even tried
to sail through the Immensities with them, and to front the big
coming Eternities with them; but I found it would not do. As the
Supreme Rule of Statesmanship, or Government of Men,--since this
Universe is not wholly a Shop,--no. You rejoice in my improved
tariffs, free-trade movements and the like, on every hand; for
which be thankful, and even sing litanies if you choose. But