Volume Ii Part 12 (1/2)

'Moral reform. Do you know,' continued Wentworth, 'that Trade Unionism seems to me essentially one-sided.'

'That is rather too rich,' said the visitor. 'All we seek is justice to ourselves.'

'But is not that unjust to the masters? A firm commences a business or works a mine. It is put to great expense; sinks an enormous amount of capital, and then because it chooses to employ individuals who have a right to be employed, who have as much right to earn their own living as other men, the Union withdraws their men, and the works have to be stopped, and many a firm has given up business in consequence, and thus the area of the unemployed and the amount of national poverty and distress is increased. No man can serve two masters. There must be a head somewhere, and a firm naturally may claim to be at the head of a business, and should be left to regulate its own affairs. What would become of a s.h.i.+p if the crew were to deprive the captain of his command, and to navigate it themselves?'

'What would you do, then?'

'Why, just act according to Christian principles.'

'Christian principles-what are they?'

'That man and master should do to each other as to themselves.'

Johnson blackened in his face and whispered something about nonsense.

'But that is not all.'

'No, I should think not,' said Johnson.

'My next demands are moral reform, and the power of the people.'

'Ah, now, that's coming to the point.'

'But I mean by the power of the people, not a vote at the dictation of a caucus, but the action of an educated independent people.'

Again Johnson frowned.

'Well, let me hear what you recommend. The future belongs to you, Mr.

Johnson.'

'Why, we want State aid against the selfishness of the rich, and State employment for the poor.'

'Well, that is rather a reversal of the system which has made England great by reason of the energy and freedom of her people. The State works clumsily and ineffectively. Look at the memoirs of officials, or Government reports, or the revelations of our great establishments, and you will see for yourself that the State works in a way which, if a private firm followed, it would soon be in the Bankruptcy Court. In America things in this respect are as bad as here. The abuses of the Civil Service there are greater than at home. A distinguished American writes: ”The spoil system, introduced by President Jackson, which is now stigmatized as 'the American system,' imperils not only the purity, economy, and efficiency of the Government, but it destroys confidence in the method of popular government by party. It creates a mercenary political cla.s.s, an oligarchy of stipendiaries, a bureaucracy of the worst kind, which controls parties with relentless despotism.” How do you like that, friend?'

'Not at all,' said Johnson.

'No; we must continue fighting on the old lines. Like Burke, I believe at this period of the world's history there is nothing new in politics or morals. Society has got into the groove which was the only one possible.

It must ever go on the old lines. Upset it, turn it topsey-turvy, as they did in France, or as the Socialists would do, and a little while again you will find it on the old lines. Share the wealth of the country, if you like, between you all; it won't make much difference to me, but the next generation will be as badly off as ever-worse off-for you will have taken from the labourer all motive for exertion.'

'And is this what I am to tell the United Buffaloes?'

'If you like.'

'If I do, not one of us will vote for you.'

'Then, perhaps the sooner I give up the contest the better.'

'That is what I think,' said Johnson, as he took up his hat and departed, leaving Wentworth to fear that his mission to Sloville was at an end.

Why, even, as he confessed to himself, the Tory programme was more attractive than his own. Toryism is never particular on the score of money. Its generosity at the expense of other people is prodigious.

Naturally, we all like a lavish expenditure. There is no one so popular as a spendthrift, as long as his money lasts, no one so hated as a screw.