Treatise Thoughts On Scarcity Of Provisions
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-thoughts-on-scarcity-of-provisions-003 |
| Words | 342 |
Such is the demand, not only for
coach and chaise horses, which are bought and destroyed in
incredible numbers, but much more for bred horses, which
are yearly exported by hundreds, yea, thousands, to France. 6. But why are pork, poultry, and eggs so dear? Because
of the monopolizing of farms; perhaps as mischievous a
monopoly as was ever introduced into these kingdoms. The
land which was some years ago divided between ten or twenty
little farmers, and enabled them comfortably to provide for
their families, is now generally engrossed by one great farmer. One farms an estate of a thousand a year, which formerly
maintained ten or twenty. Every one of these little farmers
kept a few swine, with some quantity of poultry; and, having
little money, was glad to send his bacon, or pork, or fowls
and eggs to market continually. Hence the markets were
plentifully served; and plenty created cheapness. But at
present, the great, the gentlemen-farmers are above attending
to these little things. They breed no poultry or swine,
unless for their own use; consequently they send none to
market. Hence it is not strange if two or three of these,
living near a market-town, occasion such a scarcity of these
things, by preventing the former supply, that the price of
them is double or treble to what it was before. Hence, (to
instance in a small article,) in the same town wherein, within
my memory, eggs were sold six or eight a penny, they are
now sold six or eight a groat. Another cause (the most terrible one of all, and the most
destructive both of personal and social happiness) why not
only beef, mutton, and pork, but all kinds of victuals, are so
dear, is luxury. What can stand against this? Will it not
waste and destroy all that mature and art can produce? If a
person of quality will boil down three dozen of meats' tongues,
to make two or three quarts of soup, (and so proportionably
in other things,) what wonder that provisions fail?