a miscellaneous stock of articles of Indian traffic, including
Such sordid populations, which were long blind to Heaven's light, are getting themselves burnt up rapidly, in these days, by street-insurrection and Hell-fire;--as is indeed inevitable, my esteemed M'Croudy! Light, accept the blessed light, if you will have it when Heaven vouchsafes. You refuse? You prefer Delolme on the British Constitution, the Gospel according to M'Croudy, and a good balance at your banker's? Very well: the "light" is more and more withdrawn; and for some time you have a general dusk, very favorable for catching mice; and the opulent owlery is very "happy," and well-off at its banker's;--and furthermore, by due sequence, infallible as the foundations of the Universe and Nature's oldest law, the light _returns_ on you, condensed, this time, into _lightning_, which there is not any skin whatever too thick for taking in!
[April 15, 1850.] No. IV. THE NEW DOWNING STREET.
In looking at this wreck of Governments in all European countries, there is one consideration that suggests itself, sadly elucidative of our modern epoch. These Governments, we may be well assured, have gone to anarchy for this one reason inclusive of every other whatsoever, That they were not wise enough; that the spiritual talent embarked in them, the virtue, heroism, intellect, or by whatever other synonyms we designate it, was not adequate,--probably had long been inadequate, and so in its dim helplessness had suffered, or perhaps invited falsity to introduce itself; had suffered injustices, and solecisms, and contradictions of the Divine Fact, to accumulate in more than tolerable measure; whereupon said Governments were overset, and declared before all creatures to be too false.
This is a reflection sad but important to the modern Governments now fallen anarchic, That they had not spiritual talent enough. And if this is so, then surely the question, How these Governments came to sink for _want_ of intellect? is a rather interesting one. Intellect, in some measure, is born into every Century; and the Nineteenth flatters itself that it is rather distinguished that way! What had become of this celebrated Nineteenth Century's intellect? Surely some of it existed, and was "developed" withal;--nay in the "undeveloped," unconscious, or inarticulate state, it is not dead; but alive and at work, if mutely not less beneficently, some think even more so! And yet Governments, it would appear, could by no means get enough of it; almost none of it came their way: what had become of it? Truly there must be something very questionable, either in the intellect of this celebrated Century, or in the methods Governments now have of supplying their wants from the same. One or other of two grand fundamental shortcomings, in regard to intellect or human enlightenment, is very visible in this enlightened Century of ours; for it has now become the most anarchic of Centuries; that is to say, has fallen practically into such Egyptian darkness that it cannot grope its way at all!
Nay I rather think both of these shortcomings, fatal deficits both, are chargeable upon us; and it is the joint harvest of both that we are now reaping with such havoc to our affairs. I rather guess, the intellect of the Nineteenth Century, so full of miracle to Heavyside and others, is itself a mechanical or _beaver_ intellect rather than a high or eminently human one. A dim and mean though authentic kind of intellect, this; venerable only in defect of better. This kind will avail but little in the higher enterprises of human intellect, especially in that highest enterprise of guiding men Heavenward, which, after all, is the one real "governing" of them on this God's-Earth:--an enterprise not to be achieved by beaver intellect, but by other higher and highest kinds. This is deficit _first_. And then _secondly_, Governments have, really to a fatal and extraordinary extent, neglected in late ages to supply themselves with what intellect was going; having, as was too natural in the dim time, taken up a notion that human intellect, or even beaver intellect, was not necessary to them at all, but that a little of the _vulpine_ sort (if attainable), supported by routine, red-tape traditions, and tolerable parliamentary eloquence on occasion, would very well suffice. A most false and impious notion; leading to fatal lethargy on the part of Governments, while Nature and Fact were preparing strange phenomena in contradiction to it.
These are two very fatal deficits;--the remedy of either of which would be the remedy of both, could we but find it! For indeed they are vitally connected: one of them is sure to produce the other; and both once in action together, the advent of darkness, certain enough to issue in anarchy by and by, goes on with frightful acceleration. If Governments neglect to invite what noble intellect there is, then too surely all intellect, not omnipotent to resist bad influences, will tend to become beaverish ignoble intellect; and quitting high aims, which seem shut up from it, will help itself forward in the way of making money and such like; or will even sink to be sham intellect, helping itself by methods which are not only beaverish but vulpine, and so "ignoble" as not to have common honesty. The Government, taking no thought to choose intellect for itself, will gradually find that there is less and less of a good quality to choose from: thus, as in all impieties it does, bad grows worse at a frightful _double_ rate of progression; and your impiety is twice cursed. If you are impious enough to tolerate darkness, you will get ever more darkness to tolerate; and at that inevitable stage of the account (inevitable in all such accounts) when actual light or else destruction is the alternative, you will call to the Heavens and the Earth for light, and none will come!
Certainly this evil, for one, has _not_ "wrought its own cure;" but has wrought precisely the reverse, and has been hourly eating away what possibilities of cure there were. And so, I fear, in spite of rumors to the contrary, it always is with evils, with solecisms against Nature, and contradictions to the divine fact of things: not an evil of them has ever wrought its own cure in my experience;--but has continually grown worse and wider and uglier, till some _good_ (generally a good _man_) not able to endure the abomination longer, rose upon it and cured or else extinguished it. Evil Governments, divested of God's light because they have loved darkness rather, are not likelier than other evils to work their own cure out of that bad plight.
It is urgent upon all Governments to pause in this fatal course; persisted in, the goal is fearfully evident; every hour's persistence in it is making return more difficult. Intellect exists in all countries; and the function appointed it by Heaven,--Governments had better not attempt to contradict that, for they cannot! Intellect _has_ to govern in this world and will do it, if not in alliance with so-called "Governments" of red-tape and routine, then in divine hostility to such, and sometimes alas in diabolic hostility to such; and in the end, as sure as Heaven is higher than Downing Street, and the Laws of Nature are tougher than red-tape, with entire victory over them and entire ruin to them. If there is one thinking man among the Politicians of England, I consider these things extremely well worth his attention just now.
- In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the
- after the trip was underway. Later, we allsnickered at
- our buying organization, a bunchof store managers getting
- some of those early buying trips to New York. Wehad hired
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- of General Electric. It's a goodexample of how we're cooperating
- a few of our own managers at the time, was that we were
- across New England. I went allover up there looking at
- was scarcely superior to an English cottager. At night
- showrooms. We'd walk in, and they'd say,'Who are you with'
- to buy. Really, we were planning ourmerchandising programs.
- Mother thought he was staying and watching, but Dad and
- tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way
- And we'd say, 'Mr. Walton, there's noreason to meet that
- first Wal-MartI got to know a lot of those promoters. As
- game and we all have a lot of fun with it, but it isalso
- the ray of light from Max's lamp impinged upon the opening
- make Thermos bottles. He had his samples with him, and
- to go to the Saturday morningmeeting. I don't blame people
- there was no use running an ad everybody else wasrunning
- to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
- moments I remember in the history of Wal-Mart, and I usually
- I realize this may sound boring to most of you, but one
- take the whole family out andspend time traveling or camping
- was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
- absolutely ridiculous amount of detergent, somethinglike
- political issues, eventhough I obviously have opinions,
- Jim was a good guy, a straight guy. He took Don Whitakerand
- his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
- per square foot, which enable us todominate our competition.By
- give awaysamples out of his minnow bucket. I particularly
- business,which is owned by Walton Enterprises. We're all
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- I got into junior high and high school, he would take me
- amazing howmuch merchandise you can move with just a little
- of course, would say, 'Oh no, Daddy, notanother store...'
- without actually submerging his head, and to regain the
- to pick an itemmaybe the most basic merchandiseand then
- as I said, one of the reasons I fell for Helen in the first
- them all to get up and throw paper routes, and I know it's
- rising, was gradually flooding the cave of the dragon.
- and we had to take a family vote to decide whether to do
- would go over to Gibson's and getdown in their trash and
- in one lineof merchandise and just buys that one line.
- Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
- tell you, Phil not only liked to swim upstream, he liked
- about, I really believe our emphasis onitem promotion helped
- I have fond memories of my own boyhood, yet it pains me
- Was it, though, the ever beautiful blossoms of hollyhocks
- I had made pretty deliberate plans; we wanted four kids,