The Scapegoat; a romance and a parable

Within sight of an English port, and within hail of English ships as they pass on to our empire in the East, there is a land where the ways of life are the same to-day as they were a thousand years ago; a land wherein government is oppression, wherein law is tyranny, wherein justice is bought and sold, wherein it is a terror to be rich and a danger to be poor, wherein man may still be the slave of man, and women is no more than a creature of lust— a reproach to Europe, a disgrace to the century, an outrage on humanity, a blight on religion! That land is Morocco!