ss of that blossomed valley。 Near me； a bee was humming； not far away； a cuckoo called； from the pasture of the farm below came a bleating of lambs。
XVI
I am no friend of the people。 As a force； by which the tenor of the time is conditioned； they inspire me with distrust； with fear； as a visible multitude； they make me shrink aloof； and often move me to abhorrence。 For the greater part of my life； the people signified to me the London crowd； and no phrase of temperate meaning would utter my thoughts of them under that aspect。 The people as country… folk are little known to me； such glimpses as I have had of them do not invite to nearer acquaintance。 Every instinct of my being is anti…democratic； and I dread to think of what our England may bee when Demos rules irresistibly。
Right or wrong； this is my temper。 But he who should argue from it that I am intolerant of all persons belonging to a lower social rank than my own would go far astray。 Nothing is more rooted in my mind than the vast distinction between the individual and the class。 Take a man by himself； and there is generally some reason to be found in him； some disposition for good； mass him with his fellows in the social organism； and ten to one he bees a blatant creature； without a thought of his own； ready for any evil to which contagion prompts him。 It is because nations tend to stupidity and baseness that mankind moves so slowly； it is because individuals have a capacity for better things that it moves at all。
In my youth； looking at this man and that； I marvelled that humanity had made so little progress。 Now； looking at men in the multitude； I marvel that they have advanced so far。
Foolishly arrogant as I was； I used to judge the worth of a person by his intellectual power