The evil that men and boys too do lives after them:  Flashman was gone, but our boys, as hinted above, still felt the effects of his hate.  Besides, they had been the movers of the strike against unlawful fagging.  The cause was righteous—­the result had been triumphant to a great extent; but the best of the fifth—­even those who had never fagged the small boys, or had given up the practice cheerfully—­couldn’t help feeling a small grudge against the first rebels.  After all, their form had been defied, on just grounds, no doubt—­so just, indeed, that they had at once acknowledged the wrong, and remained passive in the strife.  Had they sided with Flashman and his set, the rebels must have given way at once.  They couldn’t help, on the whole, being glad that they had so acted, and that the resistance had been successful against such of their own form as had shown fight; they felt that law and order had gained thereby, but the ringleaders they couldn’t quite pardon at once.  “Confoundedly coxy those young rascals will get, if we don’t mind,” was the general feeling.

So it is, and must be always, my dear boys.  If the angel Gabriel were to come down from heaven, and head a successful rise against the most abominable and unrighteous vested interest which this poor old world groans under, he would most certainly lose his character for many years, probably for centuries, not only with the upholders of said vested interest, but with the respectable mass of the people whom he had delivered.  They wouldn’t ask him to dinner, or let their names appear with his in the papers; they would be very careful how they spoke of him in the Palaver, or at their clubs.  What can we expect, then, when we have only poor gallant blundering men like Kossuth, Garibaldi, Mazzini, and righteous causes which do not triumph in their hands—­men who have holes enough in their armour, God knows, easy to be hit by respectabilities sitting in their lounging chairs, and having large balances at their bankers’?  But you are brave, gallant boys, who hate easy-chairs, and have no balances or bankers.  You only want to have your heads set straight, to take the right side; so bear in mind that majorities, especially respectable ones, are nine times out of ten in the wrong; and that if you see a man or boy striving earnestly on the weak side, however wrong-headed or blundering he may be, you are not to go and join the cry against him.  If you can’t join him and help him, and make him wiser, at any rate remember that he has found something in the world which he will fight and suffer for, which is just what you have got to do for yourselves; and so think and speak of him tenderly.