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I Books for the Workers. CHARLES DICKENS." I Dickens and the Evils He Attacked. To a man with such a keen observation as Dickens, Victorian England was not a minia- ture Paradise. In his youth, public hangings still afforded amusement for people with love for sensation and a half day holiday, and it is said that a description from his pen in a Lon- don newspaper of one of these gruesome fetes had the effect of putting an end to the scandal. Imprisonment for debt still contined. and Dic- kens knew the Marslialsea prison well enough after the frequent visits he had made to his impecunious father. The hatred of the prison never left him. In his first novel, and in one of his last. he pours scorn and wrath upon this relic of the good old times. The descrip- tions of the prison are one of the few pathetic chapters in "Pickwick Papers." The law. too, was an aversion. There is a reference- in nearly every book he wrote to the stupidity of English law, the stupidity of magistrates, and the trickery and roguery of the profession." Education also claimed his attention. It is doubtful whether he had come in contact with the best in education; lie had no opportuni- ties. The Rugby and Oxford of Matthew Ar- nold he never knew. But what passed for education amongst the lower middle classes he knew and understood, and the principle of oramming children with hard facts, so beloved oi Mr. Gradgrind in Hard Times," he loath- ed. It is noticeable that Macaulav described this book as Sullen Socialism." "because," Mr. Chesterton remarks. it was not compla- cent Whiggism." The brutalities of Dotheboy's Hall and Salem House may have been exagge- rated, but it is certain that some of these schools very nearly resembled torture cham- bers. and it is highly pirobable they would have been heartily recommended by the In- quisition. Dickens and the Workhouse. If a century is to be judged by its nourish- ing institutions, the 19tli Century will hardly be lookod upon with approval. What if Eng- land were to be judged by her workhotises- It is said the workhouse has improved since the time of Dickens; if it has. much of it is due to him. But to trace the history of that sublime in- stitution would take up too much space in a literary column. In passing. I might make the remark that if those artistic text cards which used to hang on the walls of Pontypridd Work- house, still remain, some representative of La- bour might suggest their removal. Home, Sweet Home," and God Bless our Home" are mottoes which may appeal to the senti- ments of a comfortable family: they are not calculated to ease the mental suffering of the inmates. Dickens troubled the rational conscience, if there is such a thing, when lie wrote about a workhouse. We will take one glimpse — The Board. Oliver had not been within the walls of the workhouse a quarter of an hour, and bad scarcely completed the demolition of a second slice of bread, when Mr. Bumble, who had handed him over to the care of an old woman, returned; and. celling him it v as a board night, informed him that the board had said he was to appear forthwith. Not having a very clearly defined notion of what a live board was, Oliver was rather astounded by this intelligence, and was not quite certain whether he ought to laugh or cry. He had no time to think about the natter, however; for Mr. Buble gave him a tap on the head, with his cane, to wake him up, and another on the back to make him lively; and, bidding him follow, con- ducted him into a large white-washed room where eight or ten fat gentlemen were sit- ting round a table. At the top of the ta- ble, seated in an arm chair rather higher than the rest, was a particularly fat gentle* iran with a very round red face. Bow to the Board." said Bumble. Oliver hushed away two or three tears that were lingering in his eyes; and seeing no board but the table, bowed to that. sill d the ,ent l eiiian What's your naDle. said the gentleman in the high chair. Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, which made him tremble; and the beadle gave him another tap behind which made him cry. These two causes made him answer in a very low and hesitat- ing voice; whereupon a gentleman in a white waistcoat said he was 0 fool, which was a capital way of raising his spirits and putting him quite at his ease. Boy a I 'd the gentleman in the high chair. "Listen to me! You know you're an orphan, I suppose?') "What's that, sir?" inquired poor Oliver. "The boy is a "fool; I thought he was." "aid the gentleman in the white waistcoat. "What are you crying for?" he inquired. And, to be sure, it was very extraordinary What could the boy be crying for? I hope you say your prayers every night," said another gentleman in a gruff voice, and pray for the people who feed you. and tke caare of you like a Christian." "Yes, sir," stammered the boy. The gen- tleman who spoke last was unconsciously right. It would have been very like a Christian and a marvellously good Christ- ian, too, if Oliver had prayed for the people who fed and took care of him. But he hadn't, because nobody had taught him. Well! \ou have come here to be educa- ted and taught a useful trade." said the red- faced gentleman in the high chair. So you'll begin to pick oakum at six o'clock to-morrow morning," said the gentle- man in the white waistcoat. ,For the combination of both these bless- ings in the simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by direction of the beadle. and was then hurried away to a large ward where, on a rough, hard bed, foe sobbed him- self to sleep. What a noble illustration of the tender laws of England. They let the paupers go to sleep! A Company Meeting. Dickens very often satirised the masters of industry" of his time. Some of his bitterest attacks are centred upon the hard, self-made capitalist, the type that grows powerful with the advance of the Industriai Revolution. Companies were formed for objects which were nothing but bare-faced swindles. In "Nicholas Nickleby," the author sket- ches the formation of one of these companies: Mr. Bonney then presented himself to move the first resolution, and having run his right hand through lis air and planted his left in any easy manner "n his ribs, he eonsignect his hat to tha care of the gentleman with the double chin (who aoted as a species of bottle- holfler to the orators generally), a.nd said he would read to them the resolution—' That this meeting views with alarm and apprehension the existing state of the muffin trade in the [Metropolis and its neighbourhood; that it con- siders the muffin boys, as at present constitut- ed wholly undeserving the confidence of the- public; and that it deems the whole muffin system alike prejudicial to the health and mo- rals of the people, and subversive of the best interests of a great commercial and .mercantile community.' The honourable gentleman made a speech which drew tears from the eyes of the ladies, and awakened the liveliest, emotion in every individual present. He had visited the houses of the poor in the various districts of London, and had found them destitute of the slightest vestige of a muffin, which, there ap- peared too much reason to believe, some of the indigent persons did not taste from year's end. to year's end. He had found that among muf- firi sellers there existed drunkenness, debau- chery, and profligacy, which he attributed to the debasing nature of their employment as at I present constituted; lie had found the same vices among the poorer class of people who ought to be muffiu consumers, and this he at- tributed to the despair engendered by their being placed beyond the reach of that nutri- tious article '4 which drove them to seek a false- stimulant in intoxicating liquor. He would undertake to prove before a Committee of the House of Commons that there existed a com- bination to keep up the price of muffins. and to give the bellmen a monopoly. It was this melancholy state of things that the company proposed to correct: firstly, by prohibiting, under heavy penalties all private muffin trad- ing of every description and. secondly. by themselves supplying the public generally and the poor at their own homes with muffins of first quality at reduced prices. It was with this object that a Bill had been "ntroduced into Parliament by their patriotic chairman. Sir Matthew Pupken; it was this Bill they had met to support; it was the supporters of this Bill who would confer undying brightness and splendour upon England, under the name of the United Metropolitan Improved Hot Muffin and Crumpet Baking and Punctual Delivery Company he would rdd. with a capital of five millions in five hundred thousand shares of ten pounds each." I The Tragedy of Dickens. There is an element of tragedy in the lives of all great men. Dickens' life was not an ex- ception. In spite oi the great popularity of his books, he could not make enough money by writing, but gave readings from uis works in all the great English towns, and ultimately went to America to read and lecture. This, out-pouring of energy sapped his strength, and in the end killed him. While the public were eagerly awaiting the publication of Edwin Drood," the great master died at the age of 58. Well might Francis Thompson say. A poet is a man who makes the worst of both worlds. Our men of letters die in poverty, like Gold- smith, or work themselves to death, like Diok- ens; our men of business prosper. Mine—owners like Arthur Keen become millionaires; poets like Francis Thompson are glad to hold horses' heads in the streets in order to get crusts. It is a bitter comment upon the greatness of modern England. Emrys Hughes.

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