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The British Empire: Its Structure, Its Unity, Its Strength
Table of Contents
PREFACE
MAPS
CHAPTER I. THE STORY OF THE EMPIRE
CHAPTER II. THE GEOGRAPHICAL AND MARITIME ASPECT OF THE EMPIRE
CHAPTER III. THE WEALTH AND RESOURCES OF THE EMPIRE
CHAPTER IV. IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT
CHAPTER V. THE DOMINIONS
CHAPTER VI. THE ECONOMICS OF THE EMPIRE
CHAPTER VII. BONDS OF UNION
APPENDIX. TABLE OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE
INDEX
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Stephen Butler Leacock
Published by Good Press, 2021
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The Irish too, like the Scots needed a larger mixture. Nor had they wanted to leave Ireland, soft and green in the rain. They came as children of adversity, and hence their coming carried with it an account to settle and an ancient grudge elsewhere. But even this had a way of washing out. It is hard to make trouble among decent neighbours; it’s no use being “against the government” when half of all the other people are; and hard to live on history and cry over a shamrock for ever. So the Irishman was odd man out, till he thought of the police force. If this is exaggerated, it is easily re-compressed to truth.
But the English were always the ideal settlers. They could go away and stay there, call England “home,” boast of it, curse at it, and still love it and fight for it. The Englishman carried away with him enough of his home but not too much. He had his tin bath, and his briar pipe and cricket in a bag to teach to the natives. He had his own clothes till an English tailor followed him. But beyond that he accepted the ways of the country. He drank whatever they had till a brewer came out from Burton-on-Trent. He never knew whether he was going “home” or not, and in the end he didn’t. People went “home” from India, not from the Colonies. His children and grandchildren shaded off, less and less distinctive but with the tie unbroken. Thus could the overseas Englishman ride it out on a long hawser, generations through.
