"Sir," said Johnson, "all the arguments which are brought to represent poverty as no evil, show it to be evidently a great evil.
You never find people labouring to convince you that you may live very happily upon a plentiful fortune."He knew what he was talking of, that rugged old master of common sense.Poverty is of course a relative thing; the term has reference, above all, to one's standing as an intellectual being.
If I am to believe the newspapers, there are title-bearing men and women in England who, had they an assured income of five-and-twenty, shillings per week, would have no right to call themselves poor, for their intellectual needs are those of a stable-boy or scullery wench.Give me the same income and I can live, but I am poor indeed.
You tell me that money cannot buy the things most precious.Your commonplace proves that you have never known the lack of it.When Ithink of all the sorrow and the barrenness that has been wrought in my life by want of a few more pounds per annum than I was able to earn, I stand aghast at money's significance.What kindly joys have I lost, those simple forms of happiness to which every heart has claim, because of poverty! Meetings with those I loved made impossible year after year; sadness, misunderstanding, nay, cruel alienation, arising from inability to do the things I wished, and which I might have done had a little money helped me; endless instances of homely pleasure and contentment curtailed or forbidden by narrow means.I have lost friends merely through the constraints of my position; friends I might have made have remained strangers to me; solitude of the bitter kind, the solitude which is enforced at times when mind or heart longs for companionship, often cursed my life solely because I was poor.I think it would scarce be an exaggeration to say that there is no moral good which has not to be paid for in coin of the realm.
"Poverty," said Johnson again, "is so great an evil, and pregnant with so much temptation, so much misery, that I cannot but earnestly enjoin you to avoid it."For my own part, I needed no injunction to that effort of avoidance.
Many a London garret knows how I struggled with the unwelcome chamber-fellow.I marvel she did not abide with me to the end; it is a sort of inconsequence in Nature, and sometimes makes me vaguely uneasy through nights of broken sleep.
