of slave ethics, I do not know where to find it.

My duty towards my neighbour is ... To honour and obey the
King, and all that are put in authority under him; To submit
myself to all my governours, teachers, spiritual pastors,
and masters: To order myself lowly and reverently to all my
betters.... Not to covet nor desire other men's goods; But
to learn and labour truly to get mine own living, and to do
my duty in that state of life, unto which it shall please
God to call me.

A hundred years ago one of the most popular of British writers was
Hannah More. She and her sister Martha went to live in the
coal-country, to teach this "catechism" to the children of the
starving miners. The "Mendip Annals" is the title of a book in which
they tell of their ten years' labors in a village popularly known as
"Little Hell." In this place two hundred people were crowded into
nineteen houses. "There is not one creature in it that can give a cup
of broth if it would save a life." In one winter eighteen perished of
"a putrid fever", and the clergyman "could not raise a six-pence to
save a life."

And what did the pious sisters make of all this? From cover to cover
you find in the "Mendip Annals" no single word of social protest, not
even of social suspicion. That wages of a shilling a day might have
anything to do with moral degeneration was a proposition beyond the
mental powers of England's most popular woman writer. She was
perfectly content that a woman should be sentenced to death for
stealing butter from a dealer who had asked what the woman thought too
high a price. When there came a famine, and the children of these