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THE LITERATURE OF THE VICTORIAN ERA
by Hugh Walker (1910)
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...alive, for the moment its failure seemed to be complete, and the fascinating
vision of liberty, fraternity and equality faded into the light of common day.
England had suffered from the great struggle far less than the continent
of Europe. She had never felt the pressure of hostile armies on her soil, and for her
the measureless waste of war had been in great part made good by the extraordinary
development of her commerce. Yet even in England the reaction after the war was
severe. Prices were high; the artificial stimulus to trade was gone; the evils
inherent in that industrial revolution which had been in progress for half a century
were becoming more conspicuous; and there was as yet little or no factory legislation
to check them. Moreover, the poor law has never, either before or since, been
so unwisely administered: it was sapping the manhood of the nation, pauperising
the poor, demoralising the well-to-do. There were bread-riots. Necessary and
inevitable political reforms were delayed till, as the Duke of Wellington warned the
nation, the choice lay between concession and civil war. In truth, the state of
things was not far removed from a state of civil war. The windows of Apsley House were
broken by an infuriated mob; there was a crisis when troops and artillery were held in
readiness to sweep the streets of London; the Chartist movement grew; that warlike
spirit in the civilian, which in the opening years of the century had been directed
against a foreign foe, was now absorbed in contemplated civil strife. "You should
have the like of this," said a young lawyer equipped as a volunteer to Thomas Carlyle.
" Hm, yes," was the reply; " but I haven't yet quite settled on which side."
The continuance of such a social state meant the death of hope, which is as indispensable
in literature and art as Bacon knew it to be in politics.
A time of stress and strain, far from being inimical to literature and
art, is in the highest degree stimulating, provided the ferment is due to the leaven of
great ideas and of ennobling conflicts. The greatest periods of the world's literature
have followed upon such times. The effect is due, not to the turmoil, but to the operation
of the ideas which occasion the turmoil, or which are evoked by it. But there is nothing
dignified, nothing vivifying,
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...alive, for the moment its failure seemed to be complete, and the fascinating
vision of liberty, fraternity and equality faded into the light of common day.
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