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    Stay in London all the autumn ? Yes , why not ? Especially when one must . As Arria said to Psetus , * It is not painful . ' There are many worse destinies in the world . It is hotter for the negroes in Demerara , even when they work without whipping . It is lonelier on the plains of Egypt , besides the chance of breaking one ' s neck by a fall from the top of a pyramid which had been climbed to look out for something or somebody in the distance .

    Out of the nettle , danger , Hotspur could pluck the flower , safety ; so , out of this great metropolitan hothouse , one may surely gather some fruit of pleasure ; there should be wall-fruit at any rate . And what is all this nonsense about loneliness ? What is there in this cant phrase * of everybody ' s being out of town ? Who is the everybody' that is gone ? Chiefly the everybody that lives in idleness ; the painted lilies of society , that toil not , neither do

    they spin , ' and that are not to be compared , even in their natural emblems , with the lowlier and more useful classes , the downtrodden violets , that send their pure perfume into the innermost sense , and the loaded and bending grain , ' that maketh glad the heart of man . ' Some thousands of idlers are gone ; but all that is serious , and earnest , and laborious , and productive , and important , and mighty in humanity , is here still . The million is not gone . Looms are at work , steam-engines are at work ,

    printing-presses are at work , brains are at work , —eyes , hands , and feet , all are employed : the autumn breeze has only blown away into the fields the light feather from Humanity ' s cap . From a few streets and squares at the west , you may miss the carriages of the absentees ; but themselves you miss not . Nature abhors a vacuum , and so does London ! The Thames flows not with a more full and unbroken current than the tide of her population ; that flood is never at an ebb . Ever its multitudinous billows are

    rolling on and bearing their freight of power , wealth and pleasurethat freight which , if lashed into a storm by a wind too boisterous , they perchance some day may swallow , but which , if gently breathed upon , and brightly shone upon , they will still bear in peaceful order , giving and receiving beauty by the combination . The people are always in London ;—the people , whom the philosopher studies , —the people , whom the philanthropist loves , —the people , for whom the legislator should plan , —the people , for whom the schoolmaster is abroad , and in whose dwellings religion

    should be at home : and are they , with all their diversities of lot , —with all their capabilities of reason and of passion , — , with all their influence on the . world ' s condition , history , and destiny , are they to pass for nothing ? Is Londom empty because it is only full of human souls and bodies * minds and hearts ; of men , women , and children , who

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    AUTUMN IN LONDON .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1832, page 660, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1822/page/12/