But in calamitous seasons, under accidental illness, in declining life, and with the pressure of a numerous offspring, the future nourishers of the community, but the present drains and blood-suckers of those who produce them, what is to be done?
Edmund Burke: “But in calamitous seasons, under accidental illness, in declining life, and with the pressure of a numerous offspring…”
Editor's note · Context
In this passage, Burke raises concerns about the welfare of laborers during difficult times, questioning the adequacy of their support.
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