lirik lagu elizabeth gaskell - preface
three years ago i became anxious (from circumstances that need not be
more fully alluded to) to employ myself in writing a work of fiction
living in manchester, but with a deep relish and fond admiration for
the country, my first thought was to find a frame~work for my story
in some rural scene; and i had already made a little progress in a
tale, the period of which was more than a century ago, and the place
on the borders of yorkshire, when i bethought me how deep might be
the romance in the lives of some of those who elbowеd me daily in the
busy streets of the town in which i rеsided. i had always felt a deep
sympathy with the care~worn men, who looked as if doomed to struggle
through their lives in strange alternations between work and want;
tossed to and fro by circumstances, apparently in even a greater
degree than other men. a little manifestation of this sympathy, and
a little attention to the expression of feelings on the part of some
of the work~people with whom i was acquainted, had laid open to me
the hearts of one or two of the more thoughtful among them; i saw
that they were sore and irritable against the rich, the even tenor
of whose seemingly happy lives appeared to increase the anguish
caused by the lottery~like nature of their own. whether the bitter
complaints made by them, of the neglect which they experienced from
the prosperous~~especially from the masters whose fortunes they had
helped to build up~~were well~founded or no, it is not for me to
judge. it is enough to say, that this belief of the injustice and
unkindness which they endure from their fellow~creatures, taints what
might be resignation to god’s will, and turns it to revenge in too
many of the poor uneducated factory~workers of manchester
the more i reflected on this unhappy state of things between those
so bound to each other by common interests, as the employers and
the employed must ever be, the more anxious i became to give some
utterance to the agony which, from time to time, convulses this dumb
people; the agony of suffering without the sympathy of the happy, or
of erroneously believing that such is the case. if it be an error
that the woes, which come with ever~returning tide~like flood to
overwhelm the workmen in our manufacturing towns, pass unregarded
by all but the sufferers, it is at any rate an error so bitter in
its consequences to all parties, that whatever public effort can do
in the way of legislation, or private effort in the way of merciful
deeds, or helpless love in the way of “widow’s mites,” should be
done, and that speedily, to disabuse the work~people of so miserable
a misapprehension. at present they seem to me to be left in a state
wherein lamentations and tears are thrown aside as useless, but in
which the lips are compressed for curses, and the hands clenched and
ready to smite
i know nothing of political economy, or the theories of trade. i have
tried to write truthfully; and if my accounts agree or clash with any
system, the agreement or disagreement is unintentional
to myself the idea which i have formed of the state of feeling among
too many of the factory~people in manchester, and which i endeavoured
to represent in this tale (completed above a year ago), has received
some confirmation from the events which have so recently occurred
among a similar class on the continent
october, 1848
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