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A Loud Call to Great Britain for Sym
pathy at Home.

A Loud Call to Great Britain for SYM
pathy at Home.
Under this head we have already adduced
evidence which, we think, must satisfy reason
able people that, if guided by spirit of pure
benevolence in the extension of her sympathy,
Great Britain would find ample employment for
her energies in relieving misery at home in
stead of sending her agents, stump orators, and
publications to the United States But we will
clinch the evidence by proof from one of her
own magazines, which cannot be suspected, in
a general review of the state of British society,"
of depreciating the social compact of Great
Britain. Blackwood is ever ready to maintain
the superiority of monarchies over republics in
social advantages, and especially the practical.
1t is Tory journal, never lowering its aristo-
cratic and monarchical tone and often repre-
bending republican institutions for their mani
fold evils; yet the following is picture in the
August number 1t is true that its remarks
are put into the mouth of Voltaire, by piece
of fictitious machinery, extremely awkward,
but designed to furnish the reader with an imi-
tation in style of the wit and humor of that
author, while the sentiments of the resurrected
Frenchman are widely different, in some essen
tial particulars, from those of Voltaire. In
truth, the statement and opinions are those of
the reviewer himself, aiming to initiate, and IN
style successfully imitsting the point, epigram-
matte liveliness, and vigor of Voltaire; but
many of the opinions expressed are superior,
in general truthfulness, to those Of the French
poet and historian.
:" walk he continued, through the spa
cious streets and squares of London. / see the
residences Of your wealthy men the exterior
is not pleasing; but if l enter, find in each
what deserves to be called domestic palace.
In these palatal residences, many q merchant
is living amongst Injuries which no Roman
emperor could have commanded. lose my
way amidst the dark, noisome, narrow streets
and interminable courts and alleys of this same
London. Each house, each sty, swarms with
life And OH heaven what life it is They
are heapcd like vermin. They prey upon each
other. How they suffer how they hate Full
of corroding anxieties, they endure wretched-
ness and torture which no Roman emperor
could have inflicted upon his slaves"
-" But, sir"
81 tell you have seen the beggar at Ma
Piles. He is prince. He lies in the sun on
the earth--it is his homeland the open sky
above him, it is his. He rises to beg, or to
work, or to steal-he does either with savage
energy-then lies down again, no leopard in the
forest more carelessly dispread. But poverty
in England is stepped to the lip in bitterness,
in care, in hatred, in anxiety. When bread
comes, it is eaten with fear and trembling for
the future. Tears are still flowing upon it.
Yes, you have individually progressed thus far !;
you have made hunger reflective"
/" Pro Bono Pu5iico strikes hard, but shall
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facts he alleges. We have no motive for in
juring or offending the high functionaries in
volved in his narrative; but if it is true, We
shall not suppress it.
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