Wesley Collected Works Vol 11
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-066 |
| Words | 379 |
of power, is every way indefensible. It is absolutely over
turned by the very principle on which it is supposed to stand;
namely, that a right of choosing his Governors belongs to
THoUGHTs on THE PRESENT scARCITY of PRovisions. 53
every partaker of human nature. If this be so, then it
belongs to every individual of the human species; conse
quently, not to freeholders alone, but to all men; not to men
only, but to women also; nor only to adult men and women,
to those who have lived one-and-twenty years, but to those
who have lived eighteen or twenty, as well as those who have
lived threescore. But none did ever maintain this, nor
probably ever will. Therefore this boasted principle falls to
the ground, and the whole superstructure with it. So
common sense brings us back to the grand truth, “There is
no power but of God.”
MANY excellent things have been lately published con
cerning the present scarcity of provisions; and many causes
have been assigned for it, by men of experience and reflec
tion. But may it not be observed, there is something
wanting still, in most of those publications? One writer
assigns and insists on one cause, another on one or two
more. But who assigns all the causes that manifestly
concur to produce this melancholy effect? at the same time
pointing out, how each particular cause affects the price of
each particular sort of provision? I would willingly offer to candid and benevolent men a few
hints on this important subject; proposing a few questions,
and subjoining to each what seems to be the plain and direct
anSWer. I. 1. I ask, First, Why are thousands of people starving,
perishing for want, in every part of the nation? The fact I
know; I have seen it with my eyes, in every corner of the
land. I have known those who could only afford to eat a
little coarse food once every other day. I have known one
54 ThouGHTS ON THE PRESENT
in London (and one that a few years before had all the
conveniencies of life) picking up from a dunghill stinking
sprats, and carrying them home for herself and her children. I have known another gathering the bones which the dogs.