here at last, in the Idle-Workhouse movement,--unexampled yet on
Earth or in the waters under the Earth,--I am fairly brought to a
stand; and have had to make reflections, of the most alarming,
and indeed awful, and as it were religious nature! Professors of
the Dismal Science, I perceive that the length of your tether is
now pretty well run; and that I must request you to talk a little
lower in future. By the side of the shop-till,--see, your small
'Law of God' is hung up, along with the multiplication-table
itself. But beyond and above the shop-till, allow me to say, you
shall as good as hold your peace. Respectable Professors, I
perceive it is not now the Gigantic Hucksters, but it is the
Immortal Gods, yes they, in their terror and their beauty, in
their wrath and their beneficence, that are coming into play in
the affairs of this world! Soft you a little. Do not you
interrupt me, but try to understand and help me!--

--"Work, was I saying? My indigent unguided friends, I should
think some work might be discoverable for you. Enlist, stand
drill; become, from a nomadic Banditti of Idleness, Soldiers of
Industry! I will lead you to the Irish Bogs, to the vacant
desolations of Connaught now falling into Cannibalism, to
mistilled Connaught, to ditto Munster, Leinster, Ulster, I will
lead you: to the English fox-covers, furze-grown Commons, New
Forests, Salisbury Plains: likewise to the Scotch Hill-sides,
and bare rushy slopes, which as yet feed only sheep,--moist
uplands, thousands of square miles in extent, which are destined
yet to grow green crops, and fresh butter and milk and beef
without limit (wherein no 'Foreigner can compete with us'), were
the Glasgow sewers once opened on them, and you with your
Colonels carried thither. In the Three Kingdoms, or in the Forty