“Unspeakably touching is it, however, when I find both dignities united; and he that must toil outwardly for the lowest of man’s wants, is also toiling inwardly for the highest.  Sublimer in this world know I nothing than a Peasant Saint, could such now anywhere be met with.  Such a one will take thee back to Nazareth itself; thou wilt see the splendor of Heaven spring forth from the humblest depths of Earth, like a light shining in great darkness.”

And again:  “It is not because of his toils that I lament for the poor:  we must all toil, or steal (howsoever we name our stealing), which is worse; no faithful workman finds his task a pastime.  The poor is hungry and athirst; but for him also there is food and drink:  he is heavy-laden and weary; but for him also the Heavens send Sleep, and of the deepest; in his smoky cribs, a clear dewy heaven of Rest envelops him; and fitful glitterings of cloud-skirted Dreams.  But what I do mourn over is, that the lamp of his soul should go out; that no ray of heavenly, or even of earthly knowledge, should visit him; but only, in the haggard darkness, like two spectres, Fear and Indignation bear him company.  Alas, while the Body stands so broad and brawny, must the Soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated!  Alas, was this too a Breath of God; bestowed in Heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!—­That there should one Man die ignorant who had capacity for Knowledge, this I call a tragedy, were it to happen more than twenty times in the minute, as by some computations it does.  The miserable fraction of Science which our united Mankind, in a wide Universe of Nescience, has acquired, why is not this, with all diligence, imparted to all?”

Quite in an opposite strain is the following:  “The old Spartans had a wiser method; and went out and hunted down their Helots, and speared and spitted them, when they grew too numerous.  With our improved fashions of hunting, Herr Hofrath, now after the invention of fire-arms, and standing armies, how much easier were such a hunt!  Perhaps in the most thickly peopled country, some three days annually might suffice to shoot all the able-bodied Paupers that had accumulated within the year.  Let Governments think of this.  The expense were trifling:  nay the very carcasses would pay it.  Have them salted and barrelled; could not you victual therewith, if not Army and Navy, yet richly such infirm Paupers, in workhouses and elsewhere, as enlightened Charity, dreading no evil of them, might see good to keep alive?”

“And yet,” writes he farther on, “there must be something wrong.  A full-formed Horse will, in any market, bring from twenty to as high as two hundred Friedrichs d’or:  such is his worth to the world.  A full-formed Man is not only worth nothing to the world, but the world could afford him a round sum would he simply engage to go and hang himself.  Nevertheless, which of the two was the more cunningly devised article, even as an Engine?  Good Heavens!  A white European Man, standing on his two Legs, with his two five-fingered Hands at his shackle-bones, and miraculous Head on his shoulders, is worth, I should say, from fifty to a hundred Horses!”