Towards democracy

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England! for good or evil it is useless to attempt to conceal yourself—I know you too well.

I am the very devil. I will tear your veils off, your false shows and pnde I will trail in the dust,—you shall be utterly naked before me, in your beauty and im your shame.

For who better than I should know your rottenness, your selfdeceit, your delusion, your hideous grinning corpsechattering death-in-life business at top? (and who better than I the wonderful hidden sources of your strength beneath ?)

Decetve yourself no longer.

Do you think your smooth-faced Respectability will save you? or that Cowardice carries a master-key of the universe in its pocket—scrambling miserably out of the ditch on the heads of those beneath it ?

Do you think that it is a fine thing to grind cheap goods out of the hard labor of ill-paid boys? and do you imagine that all your Commerce Shows and Manufactures are anything at all compared with the bodies and souls of these ?

Do you suppose I have not heard your talk about Morality and Religion and set it face to face in my soul to the imstinct of one clean naked unashamed Man ? or that I have not seen your coteries of elegant and learned people put to rout by the innocent speech of a child, and the apparition of a mother suckling her own babe!

Do you think that there ever was or could be Infidelity greater than this?

Do you grab interest on Money and lose all interest