purchasing new webs and hatchets from us; leaving
us at least in peace;--instead of staying here to be a Physical-
Force Chartist, unblessed and no blessing! Is it not scandalous
to consider that a Prime Minister could raise within the year, as
I have seen it done, a Hundred and Twenty Millions Sterling to
shoot the French; and we are stopt short for want of the
hundredth part of that to keep the English living? The bodies of
the English living; and the souls of the English living:--these
two 'Services,' an Education Service and an Emigration Service,
these with others will actually have to be organised!

A free bridge for Emigrants: why, we should then be on a par
with America itself, the most favoured of all lands that have no
government; and we should have, besides, so many traditions and
mementos of priceless things which America has cast away. We
could proceed deliberately to 'organise Labour,' not doomed to
perish unless we effected it within year and day;--every willing
Worker that proved superfluous, finding a bridge ready for him.
This verily will have to be done; the Time is big with this.
Our little Isle is grown too narrow for us; but the world is
wide enough yet for another Six Thousand Years. England's sure
markets will be among new Colonies of Englishmen in all quarters
of the Globe. All men trade with all men, when mutually
convenient; and are even bound to do it by the Maker of men.
Our friends of China, who guiltily refused to trade, in these
circumstances,--had we not to argue with them, in cannon-shot at
last, and convince them that they ought to trade! 'Hostile
Tariffs' will arise, to shut us out; and then again will fall,
to let us in: but the Sons of England, speakers of the English
language were it nothing more, will in all times have the
ineradicable predisposition to trade with England. Mycale was
the _Pan-Ionian,_ rendezvous of all the Tribes of Ion, for old
Greece: why should not London long continue the _All-Saxon-
home,_ rendezvous of all the 'Children of the Harz-Rock,'
arriving, in select samples, from the Antipodes and elsewhere, by
steam and otherwise, to the 'season' here!--What a Future; wide
as the world, if we have the heart and heroism for it,--which, by
Heaven's blessing, we shall:

'Keep not standing fixed and rooted,
Briskly venture, briskly roam;
Head and hand, where'er thou foot it,
And stout heart are still at home.

In what land the sun does visit,