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This Memorial Edition of the Writings of
Henry George is limited to one thousand
numbered copies, of which this is
No. 4

MEMORIAL EDITION
OF THE WRITINGS
OF HENRY GEORGE

Vol. I.

Make for thyself a definition or description ofthe thing which is presented to thee, so as to seedistinctly what kind of a thing it is, in its substance,in its nudity, in its complete entirety, andtell thyself its proper name, and the names of thethings of which it has been compounded, and intowhich it will be resolved. For nothing is so productiveof elevation of mind as to be able to examinemethodically and truly every object whichis presented to thee in life, and always to look atthings so as to see at the same time what kind ofuniverse this is, and what kind of use everythingperforms in it, and what value everything haswith reference to the whole, and what with referenceto man, who is a citizen of the highest city,of which all other cities are like families; whateach thing is, and of what it is composed, andhow long it is the nature of this thing to endure.—MarcusAurelius Antoninus.

Henry Georgewhen writing “Progress and Poverty”San Francisco, 1879
Title Page

THE WRITINGS OF
HENRY GEORGE

PROGRESS AND POVERTY

AN INQUIRY INTO THE CAUSE OF INDUSTRIAL
DEPRESSIONS AND OF INCREASE
OF WANT WITH INCREASE OF WEALTH

THE REMEDY
I

NEW YORK: DOUBLEDAY
AND MCCLURE COMPANY
1898


Copyright, 1891, by
Henry George

The De Vinne Press.


TO THOSE WHO,
SEEING THE VICE AND MISERY THAT SPRING FROM
THE UNEQUAL DISTRIBUTION
OF WEALTH AND PRIVILEGE,
FEEL THE POSSIBILITY OF A HIGHER SOCIAL STATE
AND WOULD STRIVE FOR ITS ATTAINMENT

San Francisco, March, 1879.


There must be refuge! Men
Perished in winter winds till one smote fire
From flint stones coldly hiding what they held,
The red spark treasured from the kindling sun;
They gorged on flesh like wolves, till one sowed corn,
Which grew a weed, yet makes the life of man;
They mowed and babbled till some tongue struck speech,
And patient fingers framed the lettered sound.
What good gift have my brothers, but it came
From search and strife and loving sacrifice?
Edwin Arnold.
Never yet
Share of Truth was vainly set
In the world’s wide fallow;
After hands shall sow the seed,
After hands, from hill and mead,...

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