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Howard is not the only benefactor that has worked without money for us； there have been some more；and will be； I hope！ For the Destinies are opulent； and send here and there a man into the world to do work； for which they do not mean to pay him in money。 And they smite him beneficently with sore afflictions； and blight his world all into grim frozen ruins round him；and can make a wandering Exile of their Dante； and not a soft…bedded Podesta of Florence； if they wish to get a _Divine Comedy_ out of him。 Nay that rather is their way； when they have worthy work for such a man； they scourge him manifoldly to the due pitch； sometimes nearly of despair； that he may search desperately for his work； and find it； they urge him on still with beneficent stripes when needful； as is constantly the case between whiles； and； in fact； have privately decided to reward him with beneficent death by and by； and not with money at all。 O my benevolent friend； I honor Howard very much； but it is on this side idolatry a long way； not to an infinite； but to a decidedly finite extent！ And you；put not the modest noble Howard； a truly modest man； to the blush； by forcing these reflections on us！
Cholera Doctors； hired to dive into black dens of infection and despair； they； rushing about all day from lane to lane； with their life in their hand； are found to do their function； which is a much more rugged one than Howard's。 Or what say we； Cholera Doctors？ Ragged losels gathered by beat of drum from the overcrowded streets of cities； and drilled a little and dressed in red； do not they stand fire in an uncensurable manner； and handsomely give their life； if needful； at the rate of a shilling per day？ Human virtue； if we went down to the roots of it； is not so rare。 The materials of human virtue are everywhere abundant as the light of the sun： raw materials；O woe； and loss； and scandal thrice and threefold； that they so seldom are elaborated； and built into a result！ that they lie yet unelaborated； and stagnant in the souls of wide…spread dreary millions； fermenting； festering； and issue at last as energetic vice instead of strong practical virtue！ A Mrs。 Manning 〃dying game；〃alas； is not that the foiled potentiality of a kind of heroine too？ Not a heroic Judith； not a mother of the Gracchi now； but a hideous murderess； fit to be the mother of hyenas！ To such extent can potentialities be foiled。 Education； kingship； command；where is it； whither has it fled？ Woe a thousand times； that this； which is the task of all kings； captains； priests； public speakers； land…owners； book…writers； mill…owners； and persons possessing or pretending to possess authority among mankind；is left neglected among them all； and instead of it so little done but protocolling； black…or…white surplicing； partridge…shooting； parliamentary eloquence and popular twaddle…literature； with such results as we see！
Howard abated the Jail…fever； but it seems to me he has been the innocent cause of a far more distressing fever which rages high just now； what we may call the Benevolent…Platform Fever。 Howard is to be regarded as the unlucky fountain of that tumultuous frothy ocean…tide of benevolent sentimentality； 〃abolition of punishment；〃 all…absorbing 〃prison…discipline；〃 and general morbid sympathy； instead of hearty hatred； for scoundrels； which is threatening to drown human society as in deluges； and leave； instead of an 〃edifice of society〃 fit for the habitation of men； a continent of fetid ooze inhabitable only by mud…gods and creatures that walk upon their belly。 Few things more distress a thinking soul at this time。
Most sick am I； O friends； of this sugary disastrous jargon of philanthropy； the reign of love； new era of universal brotherhood； and not Paradise to the Well…deserving but Paradise to All…and…sundry； which possesses the benighted minds of men and women in our day。 My friends； I think you are much mistaken about Paradise！ 〃No Paradise for anybody： he that cannot do without Paradise； go his ways：〃 suppose you tried that for a while！ I reckon that the safer version。 Unhappy sugary brethren； this is all untrue； this other； contrary to the fact； not a tatter of it will hang together in the wind and weather of fact。 In brotherhood with the base and foolish I； for one； do not mean to live。 Not in brotherhood with them was life hitherto worth much to me； in pity； in hope not yet quite swallowed of disgust；otherwise in enmity that must last through eternity； in unappeasable aversion shall I have to live with these！ Brotherhood？ No； be the thought far from me。 They are Adam's children；alas yes； I well remember that； and never shall forget it； hence this rage and sorrow。 But they have gone over to the dragons； they have quitted the Father's house； and set up with the Old Serpent： till they return； how can they be brothers？ They are enemies； deadly to themselves and to me and to you； till then； till then； while hope yet lasts； I will treat them as brothers fallen insane；when hope has ended； with tears grown sacred and wrath grown sacred； I will cut them off in the name of God！ It is at my peril if I do not。 With the servant of Satan I dare not continue in partnership。 Him I must put away； resolutely and forever； 〃lest；〃 as it is written； 〃I become partaker of his plagues。〃
Beautiful Black Peasantry； who have fallen idle and have got the Devil at your elbow； interesting White Felonry； who are not idle； but have enlisted into the Devil's regiments of the line；know that my benevolence for you is comparatively trifling！ What I have of that divine feeling is due to others； not to you。 A 〃universal Sluggard…and…Scoundrel Protection Society〃 is not the one I mean to institute in these times； where so much wants protection； and is sinking to sad issues for want of it！ The scoundrel needs no protection。 The scoundrel that will hasten to the gallows； why not rather clear the way for him！ Better he reach _his_ goal and outgate by the natural proclivity； than be so expensively dammed up and detained； poisoning everything as he stagnates and meanders along； to arrive at last a hundred times fouler； and swollen a hundred times bigger！ Benevolent men should reflect on this。And you Quashee； my pumpkin；（not a bad fellow either； this poor Quashee； when tolerably guided！）idle Quashee； I say you must get the Devil _sent away_ from your elbow； my poor dark friend！ In this world there will be no existence for you otherwise。 No； not as the brother of your folly will I live beside you。 Please to withdraw out of my way； if I am not to contradict your folly； and amend it； and put it in the stocks if it will not amend。 By the Eternal Maker； it is on that footing alone that you and I can live together！ And if you had respectable traditions dated from beyond Magna Charta； or from beyond the Deluge； to the contrary； and written sheepskins that would thatch the face of the world；behold I； for one individual； do not believe said respectable traditions； nor regard said written sheepskins except as things which _you_； till you grow wiser； will believe。 Adieu； Quashee； I will wish you better guidance than you have had of late。
On the whole； what a reflection is it that we cannot bestow on an unworthy man any particle of our benevolence； our patronage； or whatever resource is ours；without withdrawing it； it and all that will grow of it； from one worthy； to whom it of right belongs！ We cannot； I say； impossible； it is the eternal law of things。 Incompetent Duncan M'Pastehorn； the hapless incompetent mortal to whom I give the cobbling of my boots；and cannot find in my heart to refuse it； the poor drunken wretch having a wife and ten children； he _withdraws_ the job from sober； plainly competent； and meritorious Mr。 Sparrowbill； generally short of work too； discourages Sparrowbill； teaches him that he too may as well drink and loiter and bungle； that this is not a scene for merit and demerit at all； but for dupery； and whining flattery； and incompetent cobbling of every description；clearly tending to the ruin of poor Sparrowbill！ What harm had Sparrowbill done me that I should so help to ruin him？ And I couldn't save the insalvable M'Pastehorn； I merely yielded him； for insufficient work； here and there a half…crown；which he oftenest drank。 And now Sparrowbill also is drinking！
Justice； Justice： woe betides us everywhere when； for this reason or for that； we fail to do justice！ No beneficence； benevolence； or other virtuous contribution will make good the want。 And in what a rate of terrible geometrical progression； far beyond our poor computation； any act of Injustice once done by us grows； rooting itself ever anew； spreading ever anew； like a banyan…tree；blasting all life under it； for it is a poison…tree！ There is but one thing needed for the world； but that one is indispensable。 Justice； Justice； in the name of Heaven； give us Justice； and we live； give us only counterfeits of it； or succedanea for it； and we die！
Oh； this universal syllabub of philanthropic twaddle！ My friend； it is very sad； now when Christianity is as good as extinct in all hearts； to meet this ghastly…Phantasm of Christianity parading through almost all。 〃I will clean your foul thoro