“The more the worse,” interrupted Hardcastle. “The more they know, the worse they are, sir, depend on that; I know the people of this country, sir; I have a good right to know them, sir, being born amongst them, and bred amongst them; so I think I may speak with some confidence on these matters. And I give it as my decided humble opinion, founded on irrefragable experience, which is what I always build upon, that the way to ruin the poor of Ireland would be to educate them, sir. Look at the poor scholars, as they call themselves; and what are they? a parcel of young vagabonds in rags, with a book under their arm instead of a spade or a shovel, sir. And what comes of this? that they grow up the worst-disposed, and the most troublesome seditiousrascals in the community. I allow none of them about New-town-Hardcastle—none—banished them all. Useless vagrants—hornets, vipers, sir: and show me a quieter, better-managed set of people than I have made of mine. I go upon experience, sir; and that’s the only thing to go upon; and I’ll go no farther than New-town-Hardcastle: if that won’t bring conviction home to you, nothing will.”
“I never was at New-town-Hardcastle,” said M’Leod, drily.
“Well, sir, I hope it will not be the case long. But in the mean time, my good sir, do give me leave to put it to your own common sense, what can reading or writing do for a poor man, unless he is to be a bailiff or an exciseman? and you know all men can’t expect to be bailiffs or excisemen. Can all the book-learning in the world, sir, dig a poor man’s potatoes for him, or plough his land, or cut his turf? Then, sir, in this country, where’s the advantage of education, I humbly ask? No, sir, no, trust me—keep the Irish common people ignorant, and you keep ‘em quiet; and that’s the only way with them; for they are too quiet and smart, as it is, naturally. Teach them to read and write, and it’s just adding fuel to fire—fire to gunpowder, sir. Teach them any thing, and directly you set them up: now it’s our business to keep them down, unless, sir, you’d wish to have your throat cut. Education, sir! Lord bless your soul, sir! they have a great deal too much; they know too much already, which makes them so refractory to the laws, and so idle. I will go no farther than New-town-Hardcastle, to prove all this. So, my good sir,” concluded he, triumphantly, “education, I grant you, is necessary for the rich; but tell me, if you can, what’s the use of education to the poor?”
“Much the same, I apprehend, as to the rich,” answered M’Leod. “The use of education, as I understand it, is to teach men to see clearly, and to follow steadily, their real interests. All morality, you know, is comprised in this definition; and—”
“Very true, sir; but all this can never apply to the poor in Ireland.”
“Why, sir; are they not men?”
“Men, to be sure; but not like men in Scotland. The Irish know nothing of their interests; and as to morality, that’s out of the question: they know nothing about it, my dear sir.”
“That is the very thing of which I complain,” said M’Leod. “They know nothing, because they have been taught nothing.”
“They cannot be taught, sir.”
“Did you ever try?”