CHAPTER VII.
VOL. I.
London:
Chapman & Hall, 193 Piccadilly.
1859.
[The right of Translation is reserved.]
London: Printed by W. Clowes and Sons, Stamford Street.
CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
| I. | VÆ VICTIS! |
| II. | BREAKFAST AND LUNCH. |
| III. | THE NEW VICAR. |
| IV. | OUR PRIMA DONNA. |
| V. | THE CHOICE OF A PROFESSION. |
| VI. | JERUSALEM. |
| VII. | THE MOUNT OF OLIVES. |
| VIII. | SIR LIONEL BERTRAM. |
| IX. | MISS TODD'S PICNIC. |
| X. | THE EFFECTS OF MISS TODD'S PICNIC. |
| XI. | VALE VALETE. |
| XII. | GEORGE BERTRAM DECIDES IN FAVOUR OF THE BAR. |
| XIII. | LITTLEBATH. |
| XIV. | WAYS AND MEANS. |
| XV. | MR. HARCOURT'S VISIT TO LITTLEBATH. |
THE BERTRAMS.
CHAPTER I.
VÆ VICTIS!
This is undoubtedly the age of humanity—as far, at least, as England is concerned. A man who beats his wife is shocking to us, and a colonel who cannot manage his soldiers without having them beaten is nearly equally so. We are not very fond of hanging; and some of us go so far as to recoil under any circumstances from taking the blood of life. We perform our operations under chloroform; and it has even been suggested that those schoolmasters who insist on adhering in some sort to the doctrines of Solomon should perform their operations in the same guarded manner. If the disgrace be absolutely necessary, let it be inflicted; but not the bodily pain.
So far as regards the low externals of humanity, this is doubtless a humane age. Let men, women, and children have bread; let them have if possible no blows, or, at least, as few as may be; let them also be decently clothed; and let the pestilence be kept out of their way. In venturing to call these low, I have done so in no contemptuous spirit; they are comparatively low if the body be lower than the mind. The humanity of the age is doubtless suited to its material wants, and such wants are those which demand the promptest remedy. But in the inner feelings of men to men, and of one man's mind to another man's mind, is it not an age of extremest cruelty?
There is sympathy for the hungry man; but there is no sympathy for the unsuccessful man who is not hungry. If a fellow mortal be ragged, humanity will subscribe to mend his clothes; but humanity will subscribe nothing to mend his ragged hopes so long as his outside coat shall be whole and decent.
To him that hath shall be given; and from him that hath not shall be taken even that which he hath. This is the special text that we delight to follow, and success is the god that we delight to worship. "Ah! pity me. I have struggled and fallen—struggled so manfully, yet fallen so utterly—help me up this time that I may yet push forward once again!" Who listens to such a plea as this? "Fallen! do you want bread?" "Not
