And what a slough it is no man can gauge who has not waded therein,as some of us have done,up to the very neck for long years.Talk about Dante's Hell,and all the horrors and cruelties of the torture-chamber of the lost!The man who walks with open eyes and with bleeding heart through the shambles of our civilisation needs no such fantastic images of the poet to teach him horror.Often and often,when I have seen the young and the poor and the helpless go down before my eyes into the morass,trampled underfoot by beasts of prey in human shape that haunt these regions,it seemed as if God were no longer in His world,but that in His stead reigned a fiend,merciless as Hell,ruthless as the grave.Hard it is,no doubt,to read in Stanley's pages of the slave-traders coldly arranging for the surprise of a village,the capture of the inhabitants,the massacre of those who resist,and the violation of all the women;but the stony streets of London,if they could but speak,would tell of tragedies as awful,of ruin as complete,of ravishments as horrible,as if we were in Central Africa;only the ghastly devastation is covered,corpselike,with the artificialities and hypocrisies of modern civilisation.
The lot of a negress in the Equatorial Forest is not,perhaps,a very happy one,but is it so very much worse than that of many a pretty orphan girl in our Christian capital?We talk about the brutalities of the dark ages,and we profess to shudder as we read in books of the shameful exaction of the rights of feudal superior.And yet here,beneath our very eyes,in our theatres,in our restaurants,and in many other places,unspeakable though it be but to name it,the same hideous abuse flourishes unchecked.A young penniless girl,if she be pretty,is often hunted from pillar to post by her employers,confronted always by the alternative--Starve or Sin.And when once the poor girl has consented to buy the right to earn her living by the sacrifice of her virtue,then she is treated as a slave and an outcast by the very men who have ruined her.Her word becomes unbelievable,her life an ignominy,and she is swept downward ever downward,into the bottomless perdition of prostitution.But there,even in the lowest depths,excommunicated by Humanity and outcast from God,she is far nearer the pitying heart of the One true Saviour than all the men who forced her down,aye,and than all the Pharisees and Scribes who stand silently by while these Fiendish wrongs are perpetrated before their very eyes.
The blood boils with impotent rage at the sight of these enormities,callously inflicted,and silently borne by these miserable victims.
Nor is it only women who are the victims,although their fate is the most tragic.Those firms which reduce sweating to a fine art,who systematically and deliberately defraud the workman of his pay,who grind the faces of the poor,and who rob the widow and the orphan,and who for a pretence make great professions of public spirit and philanthropy,these men nowadays are sent to Parliament to make laws for the people.The old prophets sent them to Hell--but we have changed all that.They send their victims to Hell,and are rewarded by all that wealth can do to make their lives comfortable.Read the House of Lords'Report on the Sweating System,and ask if any African slave system,making due allowance for the superior civilisation,and therefore sensitiveness,of the victims,reveals more misery.
Darkest England,like Darkest Africa,reeks with malaria.The foul and fetid breath of our slums is almost as poisonous as that of the African swamp.Fever is almost as chronic there as on the Equator.Every year thousands of children are killed off by what is called defects of our sanitary system.They are in reality starved and poisoned,and all that can be said is that,in many cases,it is better for them that they were taken away from the trouble to come.
Just as in Darkest Africa it is only a part of the evil and misery that comes from the superior race who invade the forest to enslave and massacre its miserable inhabitants,so with us,much of the misery of those whose lot we are considering arises from their own habits.
Drunkenness and all manner of uncleanness,moral and physical,abound.
Have you ever watched by the bedside of a man in delirium tremens?
