a tenth part as
good. As brave a man? no, nor a tenth part as brave; and of these facts
he was perfectly well aware, but bravery and seamanship stood for nothing
with him, as they still stand with thousands of his class; Bligh was not
genteel by birth or money, therefore Bligh was no better than himself.
Had Bligh, before he sailed, got a twenty-thousand pound prize in the
lottery, he would have experienced no insolence from this fellow, for
there would have been no mutiny in the "Bounty." "He is our betters,"
the crew would have said, "and it is our duty to obey him."

The wonderful power of gentility in England is exemplified in nothing
more than in what it is producing amongst Jews, Gypsies, and Quakers. It
is breaking up their venerable communities. All the better, some one
will say. Alas! alas! It is making the wealthy Jews forsake the
synagogue for the opera-house, or the gentility chapel, in which a
disciple of Mr. Platitude, in a white surplice, preaches a sermon at noon-
day from a desk, on each side of which is a flaming taper. It is making
them abandon their ancient literature, their "Mischna," their "Gemara,"
their "Zohar," for gentility novels, "The Young Duke," the most
unexceptionably genteel book ever written, being the principal favourite.
It makes the young Jew ashamed of the young Jewess, it makes her ashamed
of the young Jew. The young Jew marries an opera dancer, or if the
dancer will not have him, as is frequently the case, the cast-off Miss of
the Honourable Spencer So-and-so. It makes the young Jewess accept the
honourable offer of a cashiered lieutenant of the Bengal Native Infantry;
or if such a person does not come forward, the dishonourable offer of a
cornet of a regiment of crack hussars. It makes poor Jews, male and
female, forsake the synagogue for the sixpenny theatre or penny hop; the
Jew to take up with an Irish female of loose character, and the Jewess
with a musician of the Guards, or the Tipperary servant of Captain
Mulligan. With respect to the gypsies, it is making the women what they
never were before--harlots; and the men what they never were
before--careless fathers and husbands. It has made the daughter of
Ursula the chaste take up with the base-drummer of a wild-beast show. It
makes Gorgiko Brown, the gypsy man, leave his tent and his old wife, of
an evening, and thrust himself into society which could well dispense
with him. "Brother," said Mr. Petulengro the ot