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W. Holmes, Jr.) + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Poet at the Breakfast Table + +Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. + +Release Date: August 15, 2006 [EBook #2666] +Last Updated: February 18, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE *** + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <h1> + THE POET<br />AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + by Oliver Wendell Holmes + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE. </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_PREF2"> PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST-TABLE. </a><br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> V </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> VI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> VII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> VIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> IX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> X </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> XI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> XII </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + PREFACE. + </h2> + <p> + In this, the third series of Breakfast-Table conversations, a slight + dramatic background shows off a few talkers and writers, aided by certain + silent supernumeraries. The machinery is much like that of the two + preceding series. Some of the characters must seem like old acquaintances + to those who have read the former papers. As I read these over for the + first time for a number of years, I notice one character; presenting a + class of beings who have greatly multiplied during the interval which + separates the earlier and later Breakfast-Table papers,—I mean the + scientific specialists. The entomologist, who confines himself rigidly to + the study of the coleoptera, is intended to typify this class. The + subdivision of labor, which, as we used to be told, required fourteen + different workmen to make a single pin, has reached all branches of + knowledge. We find new terms in all the Professions, implying that special + provinces have been marked off, each having its own school of students. In + theology we have many curious subdivisions; among the rest eschatology, + that is to say, the geography, geology, etc., of the “undiscovered + country;” in medicine, if the surgeon who deals with dislocations of the + right shoulder declines to meddle with a displacement on the other side, + we are not surprised, but ring the bell of the practitioner who devotes + himself to injuries of the left shoulder. + </p> + <p> + On the other hand, we have had or have the encyclopaedic intelligences + like Cuvier, Buckle, and more emphatically Herbert Spencer, who take all + knowledge, or large fields of it, to be their province. The author of + “Thoughts on the Universe” has something in common with these, but he + appears also to have a good deal about him of what we call the humorist; + that is, an individual with a somewhat heterogeneous personality, in which + various distinctly human elements are mixed together, so as to form a kind + of coherent and sometimes pleasing whole, which is to a symmetrical + character as a breccia is to a mosaic. + </p> + <p> + As for the Young Astronomer, his rhythmical discourse may be taken as + expressing the reaction of what some would call “the natural man” against + the unnatural beliefs which he found in that lower world to which he + descended by day from his midnight home in the firmament. + </p> + <p> + I have endeavored to give fair play to the protest of gentle and + reverential conservatism in the letter of the Lady, which was not copied + from, but suggested by, one which I received long ago from a lady bearing + an honored name, and which I read thoughtfully and with profound respect. + </p> + <p> + December, 1882. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF2" id="link2H_PREF2"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + </h2> + <p> + It is now nearly twenty years since this book was published. Being the + third of the Breakfast-Table series, it could hardly be expected to + attract so much attention as the earlier volumes. Still, I had no reason + to be disappointed with its reception. It took its place with the others, + and was in some points a clearer exposition of my views and feelings than + either of the other books, its predecessors. The poems “Homesick in + Heaven” and the longer group of passages coming from the midnight reveries + of the Young Astronomer have thoughts in them not so fully expressed + elsewhere in my writings. + </p> + <p> + The first of these two poems is at war with our common modes of thought. + In looking forward to rejoining in a future state those whom we have loved + on earth,—as most of us hope and many of us believe we shall,—we + are apt to forget that the same individuality is remembered by one + relative as a babe, by another as an adult in the strength of maturity, + and by a third as a wreck with little left except its infirmities and its + affections. The main thought of this poem is a painful one to some + persons. They have so closely associated life with its accidents that they + expect to see their departed friends in the costume of the time in which + they best remember them, and feel as if they should meet the spirit of + their grandfather with his wig and cane, as they habitually recall him to + memory. + </p> + <p> + The process of scientific specialization referred to and illustrated in + this record has been going on more actively than ever during these last + twenty years. We have only to look over the lists of the Faculties and + teachers of our Universities to see the subdivision of labor carried out + as never before. The movement is irresistible; it brings with it + exactness, exhaustive knowledge, a narrow but complete self-satisfaction, + with such accompanying faults as pedantry, triviality, and the kind of + partial blindness which belong to intellectual myopia. The specialist is + idealized almost into sublimity in Browning's “Burial of the Grammarian.” + We never need fear that he will undervalue himself. To be the supreme + authority on anything is a satisfaction to self-love next door to the + precious delusions of dementia. I have never pictured a character more + contented with himself than the “Scarabee” of this story. + </p> + <p> + BEVERLY FARMS, MASS., August 1, 1891. O. W. H. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE POET<br />AT THE BREAKFAST-TABLE. + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I + </h2> + <p> + The idea of a man's “interviewing” himself is rather odd, to be sure. But + then that is what we are all of us doing every day. I talk half the time + to find out my own thoughts, as a school-boy turns his pockets inside out + to see what is in them. One brings to light all sorts of personal property + he had forgotten in his inventory. + </p> + <p> + —You don't know what your thoughts are going to be beforehand? said + the “Member of the Haouse,” as he calls himself. + </p> + <p> + —Why, of course I don't. Bless your honest legislative soul, I + suppose I have as many bound volumes of notions of one kind and another in + my head as you have in your Representatives' library up there at the State + House. I have to tumble them over and over, and open them in a hundred + places, and sometimes cut the leaves here and there, to find what I think + about this and that. And a good many people who flatter themselves they + are talking wisdom to me, are only helping me to get at the shelf and the + book and the page where I shall find my own opinion about the matter in + question. + </p> + <p> + —The Member's eyes began to look heavy. + </p> + <p> + —It 's a very queer place, that receptacle a man fetches his talk + out of. The library comparison does n't exactly hit it. You stow away some + idea and don't want it, say for ten years. When it turns up at last it has + got so jammed and crushed out of shape by the other ideas packed with it, + that it is no more like what it was than a raisin is like a grape on the + vine, or a fig from a drum like one hanging on the tree. Then, again, some + kinds of thoughts breed in the dark of one's mind like the blind fishes in + the Mammoth Cave. We can't see them and they can't see us; but sooner or + later the daylight gets in and we find that some cold, fishy little + negative has been spawning all over our beliefs, and the brood of blind + questions it has given birth to are burrowing round and under and butting + their blunt noses against the pillars of faith we thought the whole world + might lean on. And then, again, some of our old beliefs are dying out + every year, and others feed on them and grow fat, or get poisoned as the + case may be. And so, you see, you can't tell what the thoughts are that + you have got salted down, as one may say, till you run a streak of talk + through them, as the market people run a butterscoop through a firkin. + </p> + <p> + Don't talk, thinking you are going to find out your neighbor, for you + won't do it, but talk to find out yourself. There is more of you—and + less of you, in spots, very likely—than you know. + </p> + <p> + —The Member gave a slight but unequivocal start just here. It does + seem as if perpetual somnolence was the price of listening to other + people's wisdom. This was one of those transient nightmares that one may + have in a doze of twenty seconds. He thought a certain imaginary Committee + of Safety of a certain imaginary Legislature was proceeding to burn down + his haystack, in accordance with an Act, entitled an Act to make the Poor + Richer by making the Rich Poorer. And the chairman of the committee was + instituting a forcible exchange of hats with him, to his manifest + disadvantage, for he had just bought him a new beaver. He told this dream + afterwards to one of the boarders. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing very surprising, therefore, in his asking a question not + very closely related to what had gone before. + </p> + <p> + —Do you think they mean business? + </p> + <p> + —I beg your pardon, but it would be of material assistance to me in + answering your question if I knew who “they” might happen to be. + </p> + <p> + —Why, those chaps that are setting folks on to burn us all up in our + beds. Political firebugs we call 'em up our way. Want to substitoot the + match-box for the ballot-box. Scare all our old women half to death. + </p> + <p> + —Oh—ah—yes—to be sure. I don't believe they say + what the papers put in their mouths any more than that a friend of mine + wrote the letter about Worcester's and Webster's Dictionaries, that he had + to disown the other day. These newspaper fellows are half asleep when they + make up their reports at two or three o'clock in the morning, and fill out + the speeches to suit themselves. I do remember some things that sounded + pretty bad,—about as bad as nitro-glycerine, for that matter. But I + don't believe they ever said 'em, when they spoke their pieces, or if they + said 'em I know they did n't mean 'em. Something like this, wasn't it? If + the majority didn't do something the minority wanted 'em to, then the + people were to burn up our cities, and knock us down and jump on our + stomachs. That was about the kind of talk, as the papers had it; I don't + wonder it scared the old women. + </p> + <p> + —The Member was wide awake by this time. + </p> + <p> + —I don't seem to remember of them partickler phrases, he said. + </p> + <p> + —Dear me, no; only levelling everything smack, and trampling us + under foot, as the reporters made it out. That means FIRE, I take it, and + knocking you down and stamping on you, whichever side of your person + happens to be uppermost. Sounded like a threat; meant, of course, for a + warning. But I don't believe it was in the piece as they spoke it,—could + n't have been. Then, again, Paris wasn't to blame,—as much as to say—so + the old women thought—that New York or Boston would n't be to blame + if it did the same thing. I've heard of political gatherings where they + barbecued an ox, but I can't think there 's a party in this country that + wants to barbecue a city. But it is n't quite fair to frighten the old + women. I don't doubt there are a great many people wiser than I am that + would n't be hurt by a hint I am going to give them. It's no matter what + you say when you talk to yourself, but when you talk to other people, your + business is to use words with reference to the way in which those other + people are like to understand them. These pretended inflammatory speeches, + so reported as to seem full of combustibles, even if they were as + threatening as they have been represented, would do no harm if read or + declaimed in a man's study to his books, or by the sea-shore to the waves. + But they are not so wholesome moral entertainment for the dangerous + classes. Boys must not touch off their squibs and crackers too near the + powder-magazine. This kind of speech does n't help on the millennium much. + </p> + <p> + —It ain't jest the thing to grease your ex with ile o' vitrul, said + the Member. + </p> + <p> + —No, the wheel of progress will soon stick fast if you do. You can't + keep a dead level long, if you burn everything down flat to make it. Why, + bless your soul, if all the cities of the world were reduced ashes, you'd + have a new set of millionnaires in a couple of years or so, out of the + trade in potash. In the mean time, what is the use of setting the man with + the silver watch against the man with the gold watch, and the man without + any watch against them both? + </p> + <p> + —You can't go agin human natur', said the Member + </p> + <p> + —You speak truly. Here we are travelling through desert together + like the children of Israel. Some pick up more manna and catch more quails + than others and ought to help their hungry neighbors more than they do; + that will always be so until we come back to primitive Christianity, the + road to which does not seem to be via Paris, just now; but we don't want + the incendiary's pillar of a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night to + lead us in the march to civilization, and we don't want a Moses who will + smite rock, not to bring out water for our thirst, but petroleum to burn + us all up with. + </p> + <p> + —It is n't quite fair to run an opposition to the other funny + speaker, Rev. Petroleum V. What 's-his-name,—spoke up an anonymous + boarder. + </p> + <p> + —You may have been thinking, perhaps, that it was I,—I, the + Poet, who was the chief talker in the one-sided dialogue to which you have + been listening. If so, you were mistaken. It was the old man in the + spectacles with large round glasses and the iron-gray hair. He does a good + deal of the talking at our table, and, to tell the truth, I rather like to + hear him. He stirs me up, and finds me occupation in various ways, and + especially, because he has good solid prejudices, that one can rub + against, and so get up and let off a superficial intellectual irritation, + just as the cattle rub their backs against a rail (you remember Sydney + Smith's contrivance in his pasture) or their sides against an apple-tree + (I don't know why they take to these so particularly, but you will often + find the trunk of an apple-tree as brown and smooth as an old saddle at + the height of a cow's ribs). I think they begin rubbing in cold blood, and + then, you know, l'appetit vient en mangeant, the more they rub the more + they want to. That is the way to use your friend's prejudices. This is a + sturdy-looking personage of a good deal more than middle age, his face + marked with strong manly furrows, records of hard thinking and square + stand-up fights with life and all its devils. There is a slight touch of + satire in his discourse now and then, and an odd way of answering one that + makes it hard to guess how much more or less he means than he seems to + say. But he is honest, and always has a twinkle in his eye to put you on + your guard when he does not mean to be taken quite literally. I think old + Ben Franklin had just that look. I know his great-grandson (in pace!) had + it, and I don't doubt he took it in the straight line of descent, as he + did his grand intellect. + </p> + <p> + The Member of the Haouse evidently comes from one of the lesser inland + centres of civilization, where the flora is rich in checkerberries and + similar bounties of nature, and the fauna lively with squirrels, + wood-chucks, and the like; where the leading sportsmen snare patridges, as + they are called, and “hunt” foxes with guns; where rabbits are entrapped + in “figgery fours,” and trout captured with the unpretentious earth-worm, + instead of the gorgeous fly; where they bet prizes for butter and cheese, + and rag-carpets executed by ladies more than seventy years of age; where + whey wear dress-coats before dinner, and cock their hats on one side when + they feel conspicuous and distinshed; where they say—Sir to you in + their common talk and have other Arcadian and bucolic ways which are + highly unobjectionable, but are not so much admired in cities, where the + people are said to be not half so virtuous. + </p> + <p> + There is with us a boy of modest dimensions, not otherwise especially + entitled to the epithet, who ought be six or seven years old, to judge by + the gap left by his front milk teeth, these having resigned in favor of + their successors, who have not yet presented their credentials. He is + rather old for an enfant terrible, and quite too young to have grown into + the bashfulness of adolescence; but he has some of the qualities of both + these engaging periods of development, The member of the Haouse calls him + “Bub,” invariably, such term I take to be an abbreviation of “Beelzeb,” as + “bus” is the short form of “omnibus.” Many eminently genteel persons, + whose manners make them at home anywhere, being evidently unaware of true + derivation of this word, are in the habit of addressing all unknown + children by one of the two terms, “bub” and “sis,” which they consider + endears them greatly to the young people, and recommends them to the + acquaintance of their honored parents, if these happen to accompany them. + The other boarders commonly call our diminutive companion That Boy. He is + a sort of expletive at the table, serving to stop gaps, taking the same + place a washer does that makes a loose screw fit, and contriving to get + driven in like a wedge between any two chairs where there is a crevice. I + shall not call that boy by the monosyllable referred to, because, though + he has many impish traits at present, he may become civilized and + humanized by being in good company. Besides, it is a term which I + understand is considered vulgar by the nobility and gentry of the Mother + Country, and it is not to be found in Mr. Worcester's Dictionary, on + which, as is well known, the literary men of this metropolis are by + special statute allowed to be sworn in place of the Bible. I know one, + certainly, who never takes his oath on any other dictionary, any + advertising fiction to the contrary, notwithstanding. + </p> + <p> + I wanted to write out my account of some of the other boarders, but a + domestic occurrence—a somewhat prolonged visit from the landlady, + who is rather too anxious that I should be comfortable broke in upon the + continuity of my thoughts, and occasioned—in short, I gave up + writing for that day. + </p> + <p> + —“I wonder if anything like this ever happened. Author writing, + jacks?” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “To be, or not to be: that is the question + Whether 't is nobl—” + </pre> + <p> + —“William, shall we have pudding to-day, or flapjacks?” + </p> + <p> + —“Flapjacks, an' it please thee, Anne, or a pudding, for that + matter; or what thou wilt, good woman, so thou come not betwixt me and my + thought.” + </p> + <p> + —Exit Mistress Anne, with strongly accented closing of the door and + murmurs to the effect: “Ay, marry, 't is well for thee to talk as if thou + hadst no stomach to fill. We poor wives must swink for our masters, while + they sit in their arm-chairs growing as great in the girth through + laziness as that ill-mannered fat man William hath writ of in his books of + players' stuff. One had as well meddle with a porkpen, which hath thorns + all over him, as try to deal with William when his eyes be rolling in that + mad way.” + </p> + <p> + William—writing once more—after an exclamation in strong + English of the older pattern,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Whether 't is nobler—nobler—nobler—” + </pre> + <p> + To do what? O these women! these women! to have puddings or flapjacks! Oh!— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Whether 't is nobler—in the mind—to suffer + The slings—and arrows—of—” + </pre> + <p> + Oh! Oh! these women! I will e'en step over to the parson's and have a cup + of sack with His Reverence for methinks Master Hamlet hath forgot that + which was just now on his lips to speak. + </p> + <p> + So I shall have to put off making my friends acquainted with the other + boarders, some of whom seem to me worth studying and describing. I have + something else of a graver character for my readers. I am talking, you + know, as a poet; I do not say I deserve the name, but I have taken it, and + if you consider me at all it must be in that aspect. You will, therefore, + be willing to run your eyes over a few pages read, of course by request, + to a select party of the boarders. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THE GAMBREL-ROOFED HOUSE AND ITS OUTLOOK. + + A PANORAMA, WITH SIDE-SHOWS. +</pre> + <p> + My birthplace, the home of my childhood and earlier and later boyhood, has + within a few months passed out of the ownership of my family into the + hands of that venerable Alma Mater who seems to have renewed her youth, + and has certainly repainted her dormitories. In truth, when I last + revisited that familiar scene and looked upon the flammantia mania of the + old halls, “Massachusetts” with the dummy clock-dial, “Harvard” with the + garrulous belfry, little “Holden” with the sculptured unpunishable cherub + over its portal, and the rest of my early brick-and-mortar acquaintances, + I could not help saying to myself that I had lived to see the peaceable + establishment of the Red Republic of Letters. + </p> + <p> + Many of the things I shall put down I have no doubt told before in a + fragmentary way, how many I cannot be quite sure, as I do not very often + read my own prose works. But when a man dies a great deal is said of him + which has often been said in other forms, and now this dear old house is + dead to me in one sense, and I want to gather up my recollections and wind + a string of narrative round them, tying them up like a nosegay for the + last tribute: the same blossoms in it I have often laid on its threshold + while it was still living for me. + </p> + <p> + We Americans are all cuckoos,—we make our homes in the nests of + other birds. I have read somewhere that the lineal descendants of the man + who carted off the body of William Rufus, with Walter Tyrrel's arrow + sticking in it, have driven a cart (not absolutely the same one, I + suppose) in the New Forest, from that day to this. I don't quite + understand Mr. Ruskin's saying (if he said it) that he couldn't get along + in a country where there were no castles, but I do think we lose a great + deal in living where there are so few permanent homes. You will see how + much I parted with which was not reckoned in the price paid for the old + homestead. + </p> + <p> + I shall say many things which an uncharitable reader might find fault with + as personal. I should not dare to call myself a poet if I did not; for if + there is anything that gives one a title to that name, it is that his + inner nature is naked and is not ashamed. But there are many such things I + shall put in words, not because they are personal, but because they are + human, and are born of just such experiences as those who hear or read + what I say are like to have had in greater or less measure. I find myself + so much like other people that I often wonder at the coincidence. It was + only the other day that I sent out a copy of verses about my + great-grandmother's picture, and I was surprised to find how many other + people had portraits of their great-grandmothers or other progenitors, + about which they felt as I did about mine, and for whom I had spoken, + thinking I was speaking for myself only. And so I am not afraid to talk + very freely with you, my precious reader or listener. You too, Beloved, + were born somewhere and remember your birthplace or your early home; for + you some house is haunted by recollections; to some roof you have bid + farewell. Your hand is upon mine, then, as I guide my pen. Your heart + frames the responses to the litany of my remembrance. For myself it is a + tribute of affection I am rendering, and I should put it on record for my + own satisfaction, were there none to read or to listen. + </p> + <p> + I hope you will not say that I have built a pillared portico of + introduction to a humble structure of narrative. For when you look at the + old gambrel-roofed house, you will see an unpretending mansion, such as + very possibly you were born in yourself, or at any rate such a place of + residence as your minister or some of your well-to-do country cousins find + good enough, but not at all too grand for them. We have stately old + Colonial palaces in our ancient village, now a city, and a thriving one,—square-fronted + edifices that stand back from the vulgar highway, with folded arms, as it + were; social fortresses of the time when the twilight lustre of the throne + reached as far as our half-cleared settlement, with a glacis before them + in the shape of a long broad gravel-walk, so that in King George's time + they looked as formidably to any but the silk-stocking gentry as Gibraltar + or Ehrenbreitstein to a visitor without the password. We forget all this + in the kindly welcome they give us to-day; for some of them are still + standing and doubly famous, as we all know. But the gambrel-roofed house, + though stately enough for college dignitaries and scholarly clergymen, was + not one of those old Tory, Episcopal-church-goer's strongholds. One of its + doors opens directly upon the green, always called the Common; the other, + facing the south, a few steps from it, over a paved foot-walk, on the + other side of which is the miniature front yard, bordered with lilacs and + syringas. The honest mansion makes no pretensions. Accessible, + companionable, holding its hand out to all, comfortable, respectable, and + even in its way dignified, but not imposing, not a house for his Majesty's + Counsellor, or the Right Reverend successor of Him who had not where to + lay his head, for something like a hundred and fifty years it has stood in + its lot, and seen the generations of men come and go like the leaves of + the forest. I passed some pleasant hours, a few years since, in the + Registry of Deeds and the Town Records, looking up the history of the old + house. How those dear friends of mine, the antiquarians, for whose grave + councils I compose my features on the too rare Thursdays when I am at + liberty to meet them, in whose human herbarium the leaves and blossoms of + past generations are so carefully spread out and pressed and laid away, + would listen to an expansion of the following brief details into an + Historical Memoir! + </p> + <p> + The estate was the third lot of the eighth “Squadron” (whatever that might + be), and in the year 1707 was allotted in the distribution of undivided + lands to “Mr. ffox,” the Reverend Jabez Fox of Woburn, it may be supposed, + as it passed from his heirs to the first Jonathan Hastings; from him to + his son, the long remembered College Steward; from him in the year 1792 to + the Reverend Eliphalet Pearson, Professor of Hebrew and other Oriental + languages in Harvard College, whose large personality swam into my ken + when I was looking forward to my teens; from him the progenitors of my + unborn self. + </p> + <p> + I wonder if there are any such beings nowadays as the great Eliphalet, + with his large features and conversational basso profundo, seemed to me. + His very name had something elephantine about it, and it seemed to me that + the house shook from cellar to garret at his footfall. Some have pretended + that he had Olympian aspirations, and wanted to sit in the seat of Jove + and bear the academic thunderbolt and the aegis inscribed Christo et + Ecclesiae. It is a common weakness enough to wish to find one's self in an + empty saddle; Cotton Mather was miserable all his days, I am afraid, after + that entry in his Diary: “This Day Dr. Sewall was chosen President, for + his Piety.” + </p> + <p> + There is no doubt that the men of the older generation look bigger and + more formidable to the boys whose eyes are turned up at their venerable + countenances than the race which succeeds them, to the same boys grown + older. Everything is twice as large, measured on a three-year-olds + three-foot scale as on a thirty-year-olds six-foot scale; but age + magnifies and aggravates persons out of due proportion. Old people are a + kind of monsters to little folks; mild manifestations of the terrible, it + may be, but still, with their white locks and ridged and grooved features, + which those horrid little eyes exhaust of their details, like so many + microscopes not exactly what human beings ought to be. The middle-aged and + young men have left comparatively faint impressions in my memory, but how + grandly the procession of the old clergymen who filled our pulpit from + time to time, and passed the day under our roof, marches before my closed + eyes! At their head the most venerable David Osgood, the majestic minister + of Medford, with massive front and shaggy over-shadowing eyebrows; + following in the train, mild-eyed John Foster of Brighton, with the + lambent aurora of a smile about his pleasant mouth, which not even the + “Sabbath” could subdue to the true Levitical aspect; and bulky Charles + Steams of Lincoln, author of “The Ladies' Philosophy of Love. A Poem. + 1797” (how I stared at him! he was the first living person ever pointed + out to me as a poet); and Thaddeus Mason Harris of Dorchester (the same + who, a poor youth, trudging along, staff in hand, being then in a stress + of sore need, found all at once that somewhat was adhering to the end of + his stick, which somewhat proved to be a gold ring of price, bearing the + words, “God speed thee, Friend!”), already in decadence as I remember him, + with head slanting forward and downward as if looking for a place to rest + in after his learned labors; and that other Thaddeus, the old man of West + Cambridge, who outwatched the rest so long after they had gone to sleep in + their own churchyards, that it almost seemed as if he meant to sit up + until the morning of the resurrection; and bringing up the rear, + attenuated but vivacious little Jonathan Homer of Newton, who was, to look + upon, a kind of expurgated, reduced and Americanized copy of Voltaire, but + very unlike him in wickedness or wit. The good-humored junior member of + our family always loved to make him happy by setting him chirruping about + Miles Coverdale's Version, and the Bishop's Bible, and how he wrote to his + friend Sir Isaac (Coffin) about something or other, and how Sir Isaac + wrote back that he was very much pleased with the contents of his letter, + and so on about Sir Isaac, ad libitum,—for the admiral was his old + friend, and he was proud of him. The kindly little old gentleman was a + collector of Bibles, and made himself believe he thought he should publish + a learned Commentary some day or other; but his friends looked for it only + in the Greek Calends,—say on the 31st of April, when that should + come round, if you would modernize the phrase. I recall also one or two + exceptional and infrequent visitors with perfect distinctness: cheerful + Elijah Kellogg, a lively missionary from the region of the Quoddy Indians, + with much hopeful talk about Sock Bason and his tribe; also poor old + Poor-house-Parson Isaac Smith, his head going like a China mandarin, as he + discussed the possibilities of the escape of that distinguished captive + whom he spoke of under the name, if I can reproduce phonetically its + vibrating nasalities of “General Mmbongaparty,”—a name suggestive to + my young imagination of a dangerous, loose-jointed skeleton, threatening + us all like the armed figure of Death in my little New England Primer. + </p> + <p> + I have mentioned only the names of those whose images come up pleasantly + before me, and I do not mean to say anything which any descendant might + not read smilingly. But there were some of the black-coated gentry whose + aspect was not so agreeable to me. It is very curious to me to look back + on my early likes and dislikes, and see how as a child I was attracted or + repelled by such and such ministers, a good deal, as I found out long + afterwards, according to their theological beliefs. On the whole, I think + the old-fashioned New England divine softening down into Arminianism was + about as agreeable as any of them. And here I may remark, that a mellowing + rigorist is always a much pleasanter object to contemplate than a + tightening liberal, as a cold day warming up to 32 Fahrenheit is much more + agreeable than a warm one chilling down to the same temperature. The least + pleasing change is that kind of mental hemiplegia which now and then + attacks the rational side of a man at about the same period of life when + one side of the body is liable to be palsied, and in fact is, very + probably, the same thing as palsy, in another form. The worst of it is + that the subjects of it never seem to suspect that they are intellectual + invalids, stammerers and cripples at best, but are all the time hitting + out at their old friends with the well arm, and calling them hard names + out of their twisted mouths. + </p> + <p> + It was a real delight to have one of those good, hearty, happy, benignant + old clergymen pass the Sunday, with us, and I can remember some whose + advent made the day feel almost like “Thanksgiving.” But now and then + would come along a clerical visitor with a sad face and a wailing voice, + which sounded exactly as if somebody must be lying dead up stairs, who + took no interest in us children, except a painful one, as being in a bad + way with our cheery looks, and did more to unchristianize us with his + woebegone ways than all his sermons were like to accomplish in the other + direction. I remember one in particular, who twitted me so with my + blessings as a Christian child, and whined so to me about the naked black + children who, like the “Little Vulgar Boy,” “had n't got no supper and + hadn't got no ma,” and hadn't got no Catechism, (how I wished for the + moment I was a little black boy!) that he did more in that one day to make + me a heathen than he had ever done in a month to make a Christian out of + an infant Hottentot. What a debt we owe to our friends of the left centre, + the Brooklyn and the Park Street and the Summer street ministers; good, + wholesome, sound-bodied, one-minded, cheerful-spirited men, who have taken + the place of those wailing poitrinaires with the bandanna handkerchiefs + round their meagre throats and a funeral service in their forlorn + physiognomies! I might have been a minister myself, for aught I know, if + this clergyman had not looked and talked so like an undertaker. + </p> + <p> + All this belongs to one of the side-shows, to which I promised those who + would take tickets to the main exhibition should have entrance gratis. If + I were writing a poem you would expect, as a matter of course, that there + would be a digression now and then. + </p> + <p> + To come back to the old house and its former tenant, the Professor of + Hebrew and other Oriental languages. Fifteen years he lived with his + family under its roof. I never found the slightest trace of him until a + few years ago, when I cleaned and brightened with pious hands the brass + lock of “the study,” which had for many years been covered with a thick + coat of paint. On that I found scratched; as with a nail or fork, the + following inscription: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + E PE +</pre> + <p> + Only that and nothing more, but the story told itself. Master Edward + Pearson, then about as high as the lock, was disposed to immortalize + himself in monumental brass, and had got so far towards it, when a sudden + interruption, probably a smart box on the ear, cheated him of his fame, + except so far as this poor record may rescue it. Dead long ago. I remember + him well, a grown man, as a visitor at a later period; and, for some + reason, I recall him in the attitude of the Colossus of Rhodes, standing + full before a generous wood-fire, not facing it, but quite the contrary, a + perfect picture of the content afforded by a blazing hearth contemplated + from that point of view, and, as the heat stole through his person and + kindled his emphatic features, seeming to me a pattern of manly beauty. + What a statue gallery of posturing friends we all have in our memory! The + old Professor himself sometimes visited the house after it had changed + hands. Of course, my recollections are not to be wholly trusted, but I + always think I see his likeness in a profile face to be found among the + illustrations of Rees's Cyclopaedia. (See Plates, Vol. IV., Plate 2, + Painting, Diversities of the Human Face, Fig. 4.) + </p> + <p> + And now let us return to our chief picture. In the days of my earliest + remembrance, a row of tall Lombardy poplars mounted guard on the western + side of the old mansion. Whether, like the cypress, these trees suggest + the idea of the funeral torch or the monumental spire, whether their + tremulous leaves make wits afraid by sympathy with their nervous thrills, + whether the faint balsamic smell of their foliage and their closely + swathed limbs have in them vague hints of dead Pharaohs stiffened in their + cerements, I will guess; but they always seemed to me to give an of + sepulchral sadness to the house before which stood sentries. Not so with + the row of elms which you may see leading up towards the western entrance. + I think the patriarch of them all went over in the great gale of 1815; I + know I used to shake the youngest of them with my hands, stout as it is + now, with a trunk that would defy the bully of Crotona, or the strong man + whose liaison with the Lady Delilah proved so disastrous. + </p> + <p> + The College plain would be nothing without its elms. As the long hair of a + woman is a glory to her, are these green tresses that bank themselves + against sky in thick clustered masses the ornament and the pride of the + classic green. You know the “Washington elm,” or if you do not, you had + better rekindle our patriotism by reading the inscription, which tells you + that under its shadow the great leader first drew his sword at the head of + an American army. In a line with that you may see two others: the coral + fan, as I always called it from its resemblance in form to that beautiful + marine growth, and a third a little farther along. I have heard it said + that all three were planted at the same time, and that the difference of + their growth is due to the slope of the ground,—the Washington elm + being lower than either of the others. There is a row of elms just in + front of the old house on the south. When I was a child the one at the + southwest corner was struck by lightning, and one of its limbs and a long + ribbon of bark torn away. The tree never fully recovered its symmetry and + vigor, and forty years and more afterwards a second thunderbolt crashed + upon it and set its heart on fire, like those of the lost souls in the + Hall of Eblis. Heaven had twice blasted it, and the axe finished what the + lightning had begun. + </p> + <p> + The soil of the University town is divided into patches of sandy and of + clayey ground. The Common and the College green, near which the old house + stands, are on one of the sandy patches. Four curses are the local + inheritance: droughts, dust, mud, and canker-worms. I cannot but think + that all the characters of a region help to modify the children born in + it. I am fond of making apologies for human nature, and I think I could + find an excuse for myself if I, too, were dry and barren and muddy-witted + and “cantankerous,”—disposed to get my back up, like those other + natives of the soil. + </p> + <p> + I know this, that the way Mother Earth treats a boy shapes out a kind of + natural theology for him. I fell into Manichean ways of thinking from the + teaching of my garden experiences. Like other boys in the country, I had + my patch of ground, to which, in the spring-time, I entrusted the seeds + furnished me, with a confident trust in their resurrection and + glorification in the better world of summer. But I soon found that my + lines had fallen in a place where a vegetable growth had to run the + gauntlet of as many foes and dials as a Christian pilgrim. Flowers would + not Blow; daffodils perished like criminals in their cone demned caps, + without their petals ever seeing daylight; roses were disfigured with + monstrous protrusions through their very centres,—something that + looked like a second bud pushing through the middle of the corolla; + lettuces and cabbages would not head; radishes knotted themselves until + they looked like centenerians' fingers; and on every stem, on every leaf, + and both sides of it, and at the root of everything that dew, was a + professional specialist in the shape of grub, caterpillar, aphis, or other + expert, whose business it was to devour that particular part, and help + order the whole attempt at vegetation. Such experiences must influence a + child born to them. A sandy soil, where nothing flourishes but weeds and + evil beasts of small dimensions, must breed different qualities in its + human offspring from one of those fat and fertile spots which the wit whom + I have once before noted described so happily that, if I quoted the + passage, its brilliancy would spoil one of my pages, as a diamond + breastpin sometimes kills the social effect of the wearer, who might have + passed for a gentleman without it. Your arid patch of earth should seem to + the natural birthplace of the leaner virtues and the abler vices,—of + temperance and the domestic proprieties on the one hand, with a tendency + to light weights in groceries and provisions, and to clandestine + abstraction from the person on the other, as opposed to the free + hospitality, the broadly planned burglaries, and the largely conceived + homicides of our rich Western alluvial regions. Yet Nature is never wholly + unkind. Economical as she was in my unparadised Eden, hard as it was to + make some of my floral houris unveil, still the damask roses sweetened the + June breezes, the bladed and plumed flower-de-luces unfolded their + close-wrapped cones, and larkspurs and lupins, lady's delights,—plebeian + manifestations of the pansy,—self-sowing marigolds, hollyhocks, the + forest flowers of two seasons, and the perennial lilacs and syringas,—all + whispered to' the winds blowing over them that some caressing presence was + around me. + </p> + <p> + Beyond the garden was “the field,” a vast domain of four acres or + thereabout, by the measurement of after years, bordered to the north by a + fathomless chasm,—the ditch the base-ball players of the present era + jump over; on the east by unexplored territory; on the south by a barren + enclosure, where the red sorrel proclaimed liberty and equality under its + drapeau rouge, and succeeded in establishing a vegetable commune where all + were alike, poor, mean, sour, and uninteresting; and on the west by the + Common, not then disgraced by jealous enclosures, which make it look like + a cattle-market. Beyond, as I looked round, were the Colleges, the + meeting-house, the little square market-house, long vanished; the + burial-ground where the dead Presidents stretched their weary bones under + epitaphs stretched out at as full length as their subjects; the pretty + church where the gouty Tories used to kneel on their hassocks; the + district schoolhouse, and hard by it Ma'am Hancock's cottage, never so + called in those days, but rather “tenfooter”; then houses scattered near + and far, open spaces, the shadowy elms, round hilltops in the distance, + and over all the great bowl of the sky. Mind you, this was the WORLD, as I + first knew it; terra veteribus cognita, as Mr. Arrowsmith would have + called it, if he had mapped the universe of my infancy: + </p> + <p> + But I am forgetting the old house again in the landscape. The worst of a + modern stylish mansion is, that it has no place for ghosts. I watched one + building not long since. It had no proper garret, to begin with, only a + sealed interval between the roof and attics, where a spirit could not be + accommodated, unless it were flattened out like Ravel, Brother, after the + millstone had fallen on him. There was not a nook or a corner in the whole + horse fit to lodge any respectable ghost, for every part was as open to + observation as a literary man's character and condition, his figure and + estate, his coat and his countenance, are to his (or her) Bohemian Majesty + on a tour of inspection through his (or her) subjects' keyholes. + </p> + <p> + Now the old house had wainscots, behind which the mice were always + scampering and squeaking and rattling down the plaster, and enacting + family scenes and parlor theatricals. It had a cellar where the cold slug + clung to the walls, and the misanthropic spider withdrew from the garish + day; where the green mould loved to grow, and the long white potato-shoots + went feeling along the floor, if haply they might find the daylight; it + had great brick pillars, always in a cold sweat with holding up the burden + they had been aching under day and night far a century and more; it had + sepulchral arches closed by rough doors that hung on hinges rotten with + rust, behind which doors, if there was not a heap of bones connected with + a mysterious disappearance of long ago, there well might have been, for it + was just the place to look for them. It had a garret; very nearly such a + one as it seems to me one of us has described in one of his books; but let + us look at this one as I can reproduce it from memory. It has a flooring + of laths with ridges of mortar squeezed up between them, which if you + tread on you will go to—the Lord have mercy on you! where will you + go to?—the same being crossed by narrow bridges of boards, on which + you may put your feet, but with fear and trembling. Above you and around + you are beams and joists, on some of which you may see, when the light is + let in, the marks of the conchoidal clippings of the broadaxe, showing the + rude way in which the timber was shaped as it came, full of sap, from the + neighboring forest. It is a realm of darkness and thick dust, and + shroud-like cobwebs and dead things they wrap in their gray folds. For a + garret is like a seashore, where wrecks are thrown up and slowly go to + pieces. There is the cradle which the old man you just remember was rocked + in; there is the ruin of the bedstead he died on; that ugly slanting + contrivance used to be put under his pillow in the days when his breath + came hard; there is his old chair with both arms gone, symbol of the + desolate time when he had nothing earthly left to lean on; there is the + large wooden reel which the blear-eyed old deacon sent the minister's + lady, who thanked him graciously, and twirled it smilingly, and in fitting + season bowed it out decently to the limbo of troublesome conveniences. And + there are old leather portmanteaus, like stranded porpoises, their mouths + gaping in gaunt hunger for the food with which they used to be gorged to + bulging repletion; and old brass andirons, waiting until time shall + revenge them on their paltry substitutes, and they shall have their own + again, and bring with them the fore-stick and the back-log of ancient + days; and the empty churn, with its idle dasher, which the Nancys and + Phoebes, who have left their comfortable places to the Bridgets and + Norahs, used to handle to good purpose; and the brown, shaky old + spinning-wheel, which was running, it may be, in the days when they were + hinging the Salem witches. + </p> + <p> + Under the dark and haunted garret were attic chambers which themselves had + histories. On a pane in the northeastern chamber may be read these names: + </p> + <p> + “John Tracy,” “Robert Roberts,” “Thomas Prince;” “Stultus” another hand + had added. When I found these names a few years ago (wrong side up, for + the window had been reversed), I looked at once in the Triennial to find + them, for the epithet showed that they were probably students. I found + them all under the years 1771 and 1773. Does it please their thin ghosts + thus to be dragged to the light of day? Has “Stultus” forgiven the + indignity of being thus characterized? + </p> + <p> + The southeast chamber was the Library Hospital. Every scholar should have + a book infirmary attached his library. There should find a peaceable + refuge the many books, invalids from their birth, which are sent “with the + best regards of the Author”; the respected, but unpresentable cripples + which have lost cover; the odd volumes of honored sets which go mourning + all their days for their lost brother; the school-books which have been so + often the subjects of assault and battery, that they look as if the police + must know them by heart; these and still more the pictured story-books, + beginning with Mother Goose (which a dear old friend of mine has just been + amusing his philosophic leisure with turning most ingeniously and happily + into the tongues of Virgil and Homer), will be precious mementos by and + by, when children and grandchildren come along. What would I not give for + that dear little paper-bound quarto, in large and most legible type, on + certain pages of which the tender hand that was the shield of my infancy + had crossed out with deep black marks something awful, probably about + BEARS, such as once tare two-and-forty of us little folks for making + faces, and the very name of which made us hide our heads under the + bedclothes. + </p> + <p> + I made strange acquaintances in that book infirmary up in the southeast + attic. The “Negro Plot” at New York helped to implant a feeling in me + which it took Mr. Garrison a good many years to root out. “Thinks I to + Myself,” an old novel, which has been attributed to a famous statesman, + introduced me to a world of fiction which was not represented on the + shelves of the library proper, unless perhaps by Coelebs in Search of a + Wife, or allegories of the bitter tonic class, as the young doctor that + sits on the other side of the table would probably call them. I always, + from an early age, had a keen eye for a story with a moral sticking out of + it, and gave it a wide berth, though in my later years I have myself + written a couple of “medicated novels,” as one of my dearest and + pleasantest old friends wickedly called them, when somebody asked her if + she had read the last of my printed performances. I forgave the satire for + the charming esprit of the epithet. Besides the works I have mentioned, + there was an old, old Latin alchemy book, with the manuscript annotations + of some ancient Rosicrucian, in the pages of which I had a vague notion + that I might find the mighty secret of the Lapis Philosophorum, otherwise + called Chaos, the Dragon, the Green Lion, the Quinta Essentia, the Soap of + Sages, the Vinegar of Philosophers, the Dew of Heavenly Grace, the Egg, + the Old Man, the Sun, the Moon, and by all manner of odd aliases, as I am + assured by the plethoric little book before me, in parchment covers + browned like a meerschaum with the smoke of furnaces and the thumbing of + dead gold seekers, and the fingering of bony-handed book-misers, and the + long intervals of dusty slumber on the shelves of the bouquiniste; for + next year it will be three centuries old, and it had already seen nine + generations of men when I caught its eye (Alchemiae Doctrina) and + recognized it at pistol-shot distance as a prize, among the breviaries and + Heures and trumpery volumes of the old open-air dealer who exposed his + treasures under the shadow of St. Sulpice. I have never lost my taste for + alchemy since I first got hold of the Palladium Spagyricum of Peter John + Faber, and sought—in vain, it is true—through its pages for a + clear, intelligible, and practical statement of how I could turn my lead + sinkers and the weights of tall kitchen clock into good yellow gold, + specific gravity 19.2, and exchangeable for whatever I then wanted, and + for many more things than I was then aware of. One of the greatest + pleasures of childhood found in the mysteries which it hides from the + skepticism of the elders, and works up into small mythologies of its own. + I have seen all this played over again in adult life,—the same + delightful bewilderment semi-emotional belief in listening to the gaseous + praises of this or that fantastic system, that I found in the pleasing + mirages conjured up for me by the ragged old volume I used to pore over in + the southeast attic-chamber. + </p> + <p> + The rooms of the second story, the chambers of birth and death, are sacred + to silent memories. + </p> + <p> + Let us go down to the ground-floor. I should have begun with this, but + that the historical reminiscences of the old house have been recently told + in a most interesting memoir by a distinguished student of our local + history. I retain my doubts about those “dents” on the floor of the + right-hand room, “the study” of successive occupants, said to have been + made by the butts of the Continental militia's firelocks, but this was the + cause to which the story told me in childhood laid them. That military + consultations were held in that room when the house was General Ward's + headquarters, that the Provincial generals and colonels and other men of + war there planned the movement which ended in the fortifying of Bunker's + Hill, that Warren slept in the house the night before the battle, that + President Langdon went forth from the western door and prayed for God's + blessing on the men just setting forth on their bloody expedition,—all + these things have been told, and perhaps none of them need be doubted. + </p> + <p> + But now for fifty years and more that room has been a meeting-ground for + the platoons and companies which range themselves at the scholar's word of + command. Pleasant it is to think that the retreating host of books is to + give place to a still larger army of volumes, which have seen service + under the eye of a great commander. For here the noble collection of him + so freshly remembered as our silver-tongued orator, our erudite scholar, + our honored College President, our accomplished statesman, our courtly + ambassador, are to be reverently gathered by the heir of his name, himself + not unworthy to be surrounded by that august assembly of the wise of all + ages and of various lands and languages. + </p> + <p> + Could such a many-chambered edifice have stood a century and a half and + not have had its passages of romance to bequeath their lingering legends + to the after-time? There are other names on some of the small + window-panes, which must have had young flesh-and-blood owners, and there + is one of early date which elderly persons have whispered was borne by a + fair woman, whose graces made the house beautiful in the eyes of the youth + of that time. One especially—you will find the name of Fortescue + Vernon, of the class of 1780, in the Triennial Catalogue—was a + favored visitor to the old mansion; but he went over seas, I think they + told me, and died still young, and the name of the maiden which is + scratched on the windowpane was never changed. I am telling the story + honestly, as I remember it, but I may have colored it unconsciously, and + the legendary pane may be broken before this for aught I know. At least, I + have named no names except the beautiful one of the supposed hero of the + romantic story. + </p> + <p> + It was a great happiness to have been born in an old house haunted by such + recollections, with harmless ghosts walking its corridors, with fields of + waving grass and trees and singing birds, and that vast territory of four + or five acres around it to give a child the sense that he was born to a + noble principality. It has been a great pleasure to retain a certain hold + upon it for so many years; and since in the natural course of things it + must at length pass into other hands, it is a gratification to see the old + place making itself tidy for a new tenant, like some venerable dame who is + getting ready to entertain a neighbor of condition. Not long since a new + cap of shingles adorned this ancient mother among the village—now + city—mansions. She has dressed herself in brighter colors than she + has hitherto worn, so they tell me, within the last few days. She has + modernized her aspects in several ways; she has rubbed bright the glasses + through which she looks at the Common and the Colleges; and as the sunsets + shine upon her through the flickering leaves or the wiry spray of the elms + I remember from my childhood, they will glorify her into the aspect she + wore when President Holyoke, father of our long since dead centenarian, + looked upon her in her youthful comeliness. + </p> + <p> + The quiet corner formed by this and the neighboring residences has changed + less than any place I can remember. Our kindly, polite, shrewd, and + humorous old neighbor, who in former days has served the town as constable + and auctioneer, and who bids fair to become the oldest inhabitant of the + city, was there when I was born, and is living there to-day. By and by the + stony foot of the great University will plant itself on this whole + territory, and the private recollections which clung so tenaciously and + fondly to the place and its habitations will have died with those who + cherished them. + </p> + <p> + Shall they ever live again in the memory of those who loved them here + below? What is this life without the poor accidents which made it our own, + and by which we identify ourselves? Ah me! I might like to be a winged + chorister, but still it seems to me I should hardly be quite happy if I + could not recall at will the Old House with the Long Entry, and the White + Chamber (where I wrote the first verses that made me known, with a pencil, + stans pede in uno, pretty, nearly), and the Little Parlor, and the Study, + and the old books in uniforms as varied as those of the Ancient and + Honorable Artillery Company used to be, if my memory serves me right, and + the front yard with the Star-of-Bethlehems growing, flowerless, among the + grass, and the dear faces to be seen no more there or anywhere on this + earthly place of farewells. + </p> + <p> + I have told my story. I do not know what special gifts have been granted + or denied me; but this I know, that I am like so many others of my + fellow-creatures, that when I smile, I feel as if they must; when I cry, I + think their eyes fill; and it always seems to me that when I am most truly + myself I come nearest to them and am surest of being listened to by the + brothers and sisters of the larger family into which I was born so long + ago. I have often feared they might be tired of me and what I tell them. + But then, perhaps, would come a letter from some quiet body in some + out-of-the-way place, which showed me that I had said something which + another had often felt but never said, or told the secret of another's + heart in unburdening my own. Such evidences that one is in the highway of + human experience and feeling lighten the footsteps wonderfully. So it is + that one is encouraged to go on writing as long as the world has anything + that interests him, for he never knows how many of his fellow-beings he + may please or profit, and in how many places his name will be spoken as + that of a friend. + </p> + <p> + In the mood suggested by my story I have ventured on the poem that + follows. Most people love this world more than they are willing to + confess, and it is hard to conceive ourselves weaned from it so as to feel + no emotion at the thought of its most sacred recollections, even after a + sojourn of years, as we should count the lapse of earthly time,—in + the realm where, sooner or later, all tears shall be wiped away. I hope, + therefore, the title of my lines will not frighten those who are little + accustomed to think of men and women as human beings in any state but the + present. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + HOMESICK IN HEAVEN. + + THE DIVINE VOICE. + + Go seek thine earth-born sisters,—thus the Voice + That all obey,—the sad and silent three; + These only, while the hosts of heaven rejoice, + Smile never: ask them what their sorrows be: + + And when the secret of their griefs they tell, + Look on them with thy mild, half-human eyes; + Say what thou wast on earth; thou knowest well; + So shall they cease from unavailing sighs. + + THE ANGEL. + + —Why thus, apart,—the swift-winged herald spake, + —Sit ye with silent lips and unstrung lyres + While the trisagion's blending chords awake + In shouts of joy from all the heavenly choirs? + + THE FIRST SPIRIT. + + —Chide not thy sisters,—thus the answer came; + —Children of earth, our half-weaned nature clings + To earth's fond memories, and her whispered name + Untunes our quivering lips, our saddened strings; + + For there we loved, and where we love is home, + Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts, + Though o'er us shine the jasper-lighted dome:— + + The chain may lengthen, but it never parts! + + Sometimes a sunlit sphere comes rolling by, + And then we softly whisper,—can it be? + And leaning toward the silvery orb, we try + To hear the music of its murmuring sea; + + To catch, perchance, some flashing glimpse of green, + Or breathe some wild-wood fragrance, wafted through + The opening gates of pearl, that fold between + The blinding splendors and the changeless blue. + + THE ANGEL. + + —Nay, sister, nay! a single healing leaf + Plucked from the bough of yon twelve-fruited tree, + Would soothe such anguish,—deeper stabbing grief + Has pierced thy throbbing heart— + + THE FIRST SPIRIT. + + —Ah, woe is me! + I from my clinging babe was rudely torn; + His tender lips a loveless bosom pressed + Can I forget him in my life new born? + O that my darling lay upon my breast! + + THE ANGEL. + + —And thou? + + THE SECOND SPIRIT. + + I was a fair and youthful bride, + + The kiss of love still burns upon my cheek, + He whom I worshipped, ever at my side, + —Him through the spirit realm in vain I seek. + + Sweet faces turn their beaming eyes on mine; + Ah! not in these the wished-for look I read; + Still for that one dear human smile I pine; + Thou and none other!—is the lover's creed. + + THE ANGEL. + + —And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss + Where never parting comes, nor mourner's tear? + Art thou, too, dreaming of a mortal's kiss + Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere? + + THE THIRD SPIRIT. + + —Nay, tax not me with passion's wasting fire; + When the swift message set my spirit free, + Blind, helpless, lone, I left my gray-haired sire; + My friends were many, he had none save me. + + I left him, orphaned, in the starless night; + Alas, for him no cheerful morning's dawn! + I wear the ransomed spirit's robe of white, + Yet still I hear him moaning, She is gone! + + THE ANGEL. + + —Ye know me not, sweet sisters?—All in vain + Ye seek your lost ones in the shapes they wore; + The flower once opened may not bud again, + The fruit once fallen finds the stem no more. + + Child, lover, sire,—yea, all things loved below, + Fair pictures damasked on a vapor's fold, + Fade like the roseate flush, the golden glow, + When the bright curtain of the day is rolled. + + I was the babe that slumbered on thy breast. + —And, sister, mine the lips that called thee bride. + —Mine were the silvered locks thy hand caressed, + That faithful hand, my faltering footstep's guide! + + Each changing form, frail vesture of decay, + The soul unclad forgets it once hath worn, + Stained with the travel of the weary day, + And shamed with rents from every wayside thorn. + + To lie, an infant, in thy fond embrace, + To come with love's warm kisses back to thee, + To show thine eyes thy gray-haired father's face, + Not Heaven itself could grant; this may not be! + + Then spread your folded wings, and leave to earth + The dust once breathing ye have mourned so long, + Till Love, new risen, owns his heavenly birth, + And sorrow's discords sweeten into song! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II + </h2> + <p> + I am going to take it for granted now and henceforth, in my report of what + was said and what was to be seen at our table, that I have secured one + good, faithful, loving reader, who never finds fault, who never gets + sleepy over my pages, whom no critic can bully out of a liking for me, and + to whom I am always safe in addressing myself. My one elect may be man or + woman, old or young, gentle or simple, living in the next block or on a + slope of Nevada, my fellow-countryman or an alien; but one such reader I + shall assume to exist and have always in my thought when I am writing. + </p> + <p> + A writer is so like a lover! And a talk with the right listener is so like + an arm-in-arm walk in the moonlight with the soft heartbeat just felt + through the folds of muslin and broadcloth! But it takes very little to + spoil everything for writer, talker, lover. There are a great many cruel + things besides poverty that freeze the genial current of the soul, as the + poet of the Elegy calls it. Fire can stand any wind, but is easily blown + out, and then come smouldering and smoke, and profitless, slow combustion + without the cheerful blaze which sheds light all round it. The one + Reader's hand may shelter the flame; the one blessed ministering spirit + with the vessel of oil may keep it bright in spite of the stream of cold + water on the other side doing its best to put it out. + </p> + <p> + I suppose, if any writer, of any distinguishable individuality, could look + into the hearts of all his readers, he might very probably find one in his + parish of a thousand or a million who honestly preferred him to any other + of his kind. I have no doubt we have each one of us, somewhere, our exact + facsimile, so like us in all things except the accidents of condition, + that we should love each other like a pair of twins, if our natures could + once fairly meet. I know I have my counterpart in some State of this + Union. I feel sure that there is an Englishman somewhere precisely like + myself. (I hope he does not drop his h's, for it does not seem to me + possible that the Royal Dane could have remained faithful to his love for + Ophelia, if she had addressed him as 'Amlet.) There is also a certain + Monsieur, to me at this moment unknown, and likewise a Herr Von Something, + each of whom is essentially my double. An Arab is at this moment eating + dates, a mandarin is just sipping his tea, and a South-Sea-Islander (with + undeveloped possibilities) drinking the milk of a cocoa-nut, each one of + whom, if he had been born in the gambrel-roofed house, and cultivated my + little sand-patch, and grown up in “the study” from the height of Walton's + Polyglot Bible to that of the shelf which held the Elzevir Tacitus and + Casaubon's Polybius, with all the complex influences about him that + surrounded me, would have been so nearly what I am that I should have + loved him like a brother,—always provided that I did not hate him + for his resemblance to me, on the same principle as that which makes + bodies in the same electric condition repel each other. + </p> + <p> + For, perhaps after all, my One Reader is quite as likely to be not the + person most resembling myself, but the one to whom my nature is + complementary. Just as a particular soil wants some one element to + fertilize it, just as the body in some conditions has a kind of famine—for + one special food, so the mind has its wants, which do not always call for + what is best, but which know themselves and are as peremptory as the + salt-sick sailor's call for a lemon or a raw potato, or, if you will, as + those capricious “longings,” which have a certain meaning, we may suppose, + and which at any rate we think it reasonable to satisfy if we can. + </p> + <p> + I was going to say something about our boarders the other day when I got + run away with by my local reminiscences. I wish you to understand that we + have a rather select company at the table of our boarding-house. + </p> + <p> + Our Landlady is a most respectable person, who has seen better days, of + course,—all landladies have,—but has also, I feel sure, seen a + good deal worse ones. For she wears a very handsome silk dress on state + occasions, with a breastpin set, as I honestly believe, with genuine + pearls, and appears habitually with a very smart cap, from under which her + gray curls come out with an unmistakable expression, conveyed in the + hieratic language of the feminine priesthood, to the effect that while + there is life there is hope. And when I come to reflect on the many + circumstances which go to the making of matrimonial happiness, I cannot + help thinking that a personage of her present able exterior, thoroughly + experienced in all the domestic arts which render life comfortable, might + make the later years of some hitherto companionless bachelor very + endurable, not to say pleasant. + </p> + <p> + The condition of the Landlady's family is, from what I learn, such as to + make the connection I have alluded to, I hope with delicacy, desirable for + incidental as well as direct reasons, provided a fitting match could be + found. I was startled at hearing her address by the familiar name of + Benjamin the young physician I have referred to, until I found on inquiry, + what I might have guessed by the size of his slices of pie and other + little marks of favoritism, that he was her son. He has recently come back + from Europe, where he has topped off his home training with a first-class + foreign finish. As the Landlady could never have educated him in this way + out of the profits of keeping boarders, I was not surprised when I was + told that she had received a pretty little property in the form of a + bequest from a former boarder, a very kind-hearted, worthy old gentleman + who had been long with her and seen how hard she worked for food and + clothes for herself and this son of hers, Benjamin Franklin by his + baptismal name. Her daughter had also married well, to a member of what we + may call the post-medical profession, that, namely, which deals with the + mortal frame after the practitioners of the healing art have done with it + and taken their leave. So thriving had this son-in-law of hers been in his + business, that his wife drove about in her own carriage, drawn by a pair + of jet-black horses of most dignified demeanor, whose only fault was a + tendency to relapse at once into a walk after every application of a + stimulus that quickened their pace to a trot; which application always + caused them to look round upon the driver with a surprised and offended + air, as if he had been guilty of a grave indecorum. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady's daughter had been blessed with a number of children, of + great sobriety of outward aspect, but remarkably cheerful in their inward + habit of mind, more especially on the occasion of the death of a doll, + which was an almost daily occurrence, and gave them immense delight in + getting up a funeral, for which they had a complete miniature outfit. How + happy they were under their solemn aspect! For the head mourner, a child + of remarkable gifts, could actually make the tears run down her cheeks,—as + real ones as if she had been a grown person following a rich relative, who + had not forgotten his connections, to his last unfurnished lodgings. + </p> + <p> + So this was a most desirable family connection for the right man to step + into,—a thriving, thrifty mother-in-law, who knew what was good for + the sustenance of the body, and had no doubt taught it to her daughter; a + medical artist at hand in case the luxuries of the table should happen to + disturb the physiological harmonies; and in the worst event, a sweet + consciousness that the last sad offices would be attended to with + affectionate zeal, and probably a large discount from the usual charges. + </p> + <p> + It seems as if I could hardly be at this table for a year, if I should + stay so long, without seeing some romance or other work itself out under + my eyes; and I cannot help thinking that the Landlady is to be the heroine + of the love-history like to unfold itself. I think I see the little cloud + in the horizon, with a silvery lining to it, which may end in a rain of + cards tied round with white ribbons. Extremes meet, and who so like to be + the other party as the elderly gentleman at the other end of the table, as + far from her now as the length of the board permits? I may be mistaken, + but I think this is to be the romantic episode of the year before me. Only + it seems so natural it is improbable, for you never find your dropped + money just where you look for it, and so it is with these a priori + matches. + </p> + <p> + This gentleman is a tight, tidy, wiry little man, with a small, brisk + head, close-cropped white hair, a good wholesome complexion, a quiet, + rather kindly face, quick in his movements, neat in his dress, but fond of + wearing a short jacket over his coat, which gives him the look of a + pickled or preserved schoolboy. He has retired, they say, from a thriving + business, with a snug property, suspected by some to be rather more than + snug, and entitling him to be called a capitalist, except that this word + seems to be equivalent to highway robber in the new gospel of Saint + Petroleum. That he is economical in his habits cannot be denied, for he + saws and splits his own wood, for exercise, he says,—and makes his + own fires, brushes his own shoes, and, it is whispered, darns a hole in a + stocking now and then,—all for exercise, I suppose. Every summer he + goes out of town for a few weeks. On a given day of the month a wagon + stops at the door and takes up, not his trunks, for he does not indulge in + any such extravagance, but the stout brown linen bags in which he packs + the few conveniences he carries with him. + </p> + <p> + I do not think this worthy and economical personage will have much to do + or to say, unless he marries the Landlady. If he does that, he will play a + part of some importance,—but I don't feel sure at all. His talk is + little in amount, and generally ends in some compact formula condensing + much wisdom in few words, as that a man, should not put all his eggs in + one basket; that there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it; + and one in particular, which he surprised me by saying in pretty good + French one day, to the effect that the inheritance of the world belongs to + the phlegmatic people, which seems to me to have a good deal of truth in + it. + </p> + <p> + The other elderly personage, the old man with iron-gray hair and large + round spectacles, sits at my right at table. He is a retired college + officer, a man of books and observation, and himself an author. Magister + Artium is one of his titles on the College Catalogue, and I like best to + speak of him as the Master, because he has a certain air of authority + which none of us feel inclined to dispute. He has given me a copy of a + work of his which seems to me not wanting in suggestiveness, and which I + hope I shall be able to make some use of in my records by and by. I said + the other day that he had good solid prejudices, which is true, and I like + him none the worse for it; but he has also opinions more or less original, + valuable, probable, fanciful; fantastic, or whimsical, perhaps, now and + then; which he promulgates at table somewhat in the tone of imperial + edicts. Another thing I like about him is, that he takes a certain + intelligent interest in pretty much everything that interests other + people. I asked him the other day what he thought most about in his wide + range of studies. + </p> + <p> + —Sir,—said he,—I take stock in everything that concerns + anybody. Humani nihil,—you know the rest. But if you ask me what is + my specialty, I should say, I applied myself more particularly to the + contemplation of the Order of Things. + </p> + <p> + —A pretty wide subject,—I ventured to suggest. + </p> + <p> + —Not wide enough, sir,—not wide enough to satisfy the desire + of a mind which wants to get at absolute truth, without reference to the + empirical arrangements of our particular planet and its environments. I + want to subject the formal conditions of space and time to a new analysis, + and project a possible universe outside of the Order of Things. But I have + narrowed myself by studying the actual facts of being. By and by—by + and by—perhaps—perhaps. I hope to do some sound thinking in + heaven—if I ever get there,—he said seriously, and it seemed + to me not irreverently. + </p> + <p> + —I rather like that,—I said. I think your telescopic people + are, on the whole, more satisfactory than your microscopic ones. + </p> + <p> + —My left-hand neighbor fidgeted about a little in his chair as I + said this. But the young man sitting not far from the Landlady, to whom my + attention had been attracted by the expression of his eyes, which seemed + as if they saw nothing before him, but looked beyond everything, smiled a + sort of faint starlight smile, that touched me strangely; for until that + moment he had appeared as if his thoughts were far away, and I had been + questioning whether he had lost friends lately, or perhaps had never had + them, he seemed so remote from our boarding-house life. I will inquire + about him, for he interests me, and I thought he seemed interested as I + went on talking. + </p> + <p> + —No,—I continued,—I don't want to have the territory of + a man's mind fenced in. I don't want to shut out the mystery of the stars + and the awful hollow that holds them. We have done with those hypaethral + temples, that were open above to the heavens, but we can have attics and + skylights to them. Minds with skylights,—yes,—stop, let us see + if we can't get something out of that. + </p> + <p> + One-story intellects, two—story intellects, three story intellects + with skylights. All fact—collectors, who have no aim beyond their + facts, are one-story men. Two-story men compare, reason, generalize, using + the labors of the fact-collectors as well as their own. Three-story men + idealize, imagine, predict; their best illumination comes from above, + through the skylight. There are minds with large ground floors, that can + store an infinite amount of knowledge; some librarians, for instance, who + know enough of books to help other people, without being able to make much + other use of their knowledge, have intellects of this class. Your great + working lawyer has two spacious stories; his mind is clear, because his + mental floors are large, and he has room to arrange his thoughts so that + he can get at them,—facts below, principles above, and all in + ordered series; poets are often narrow below, incapable of clear + statement, and with small power of consecutive reasoning, but full of + light, if sometimes rather bare of furniture, in the attics. + </p> + <p> + —The old Master smiled. I think he suspects himself of a three-story + intellect, and I don't feel sure that he is n't right. + </p> + <p> + —Is it dark meat or white meat you will be helped to?—said the + Landlady, addressing the Master. + </p> + <p> + —Dark meat for me, always,—he answered. Then turning to me, he + began one of those monologues of his, such as that which put the Member of + the Haouse asleep the other day. + </p> + <p> + —It 's pretty much the same in men and women and in books and + everything, that it is in turkeys and chickens. Why, take your poets, now, + say Browning and Tennyson. Don't you think you can say which is the + dark-meat and which is the white-meat poet? And so of the people you know; + can't you pick out the full-flavored, coarse-fibred characters from the + delicate, fine-fibred ones? And in the same person, don't you know the + same two shades in different parts of the character that you find in the + wing and thigh of a partridge? I suppose you poets may like white meat + best, very probably; you had rather have a wing than a drumstick, I dare + say. + </p> + <p> + —Why, yes,—said I,—I suppose some of us do. Perhaps it + is because a bird flies with his white-fleshed limbs and walks with the + dark-fleshed ones. Besides, the wing-muscles are nearer the heart than the + leg-muscles. + </p> + <p> + I thought that sounded mighty pretty, and paused a moment to pat myself on + the back, as is my wont when I say something that I think of superior + quality. So I lost my innings; for the Master is apt to strike in at the + end of a bar, instead of waiting for a rest, if I may borrow a musical + phrase. No matter, just at this moment, what he said; but he talked the + Member of the Haouse asleep again. + </p> + <p> + They have a new term nowadays (I am speaking to you, the Reader) for + people that do a good deal of talking; they call them “conversationists,” + or “conversationalists “; talkists, I suppose, would do just as well. It + is rather dangerous to get the name of being one of these phenomenal + manifestations, as one is expected to say something remarkable every time + one opens one's mouth in company. It seems hard not to be able to ask for + a piece of bread or a tumbler of water, without a sensation running round + the table, as if one were an electric eel or a torpedo, and couldn't be + touched without giving a shock. A fellow is n't all battery, is he? The + idea that a Gymnotus can't swallow his worm without a coruscation of + animal lightning is hard on that brilliant but sensational being. Good + talk is not a matter of will at all; it depends—you know we are all + half-materialists nowadays—on a certain amount of active congestion + of the brain, and that comes when it is ready, and not before. I saw a man + get up the other day in a pleasant company, and talk away for about five + minutes, evidently by a pure effort of will. His person was good, his + voice was pleasant, but anybody could see that it was all mechanical + labor; he was sparring for wind, as the Hon. John Morrissey, M. C., would + express himself. Presently,— + </p> + <p> + Do you,—Beloved, I am afraid you are not old enough,—but do + you remember the days of the tin tinder-box, the flint, and steel? Click! + click! click!—Al-h-h! knuckles that time! click! click! CLICK! a + spark has taken, and is eating into the black tinder, as a six-year-old + eats into a sheet of gingerbread. + </p> + <p> + Presently, after hammering away for his five minutes with mere words, the + spark of a happy expression took somewhere among the mental combustibles, + and then for ten minutes we had a pretty, wandering, scintillating play of + eloquent thought, that enlivened, if it did not kindle, all around it. If + you want the real philosophy of it, I will give it to you. The chance + thought or expression struck the nervous centre of consciousness, as the + rowel of a spur stings the flank of a racer. Away through all the + telegraphic radiations of the nervous cords flashed the intelligence that + the brain was kindling, and must be fed with something or other, or it + would burn itself to ashes. + </p> + <p> + And all the great hydraulic engines poured in their scarlet blood, and the + fire kindled, and the flame rose; for the blood is a stream that, like + burning rock-oil, at once kindles, and is itself the fuel. You can't order + these organic processes, any more than a milliner can make a rose. She can + make something that looks like a rose, more or less, but it takes all the + forces of the universe to finish and sweeten that blossom in your + button-hole; and you may be sure that when the orator's brain is in a + flame, when the poet's heart is in a tumult, it is something mightier than + he and his will that is dealing with him! As I have looked from one of the + northern windows of the street which commands our noble estuary,—the + view through which is a picture on an illimitable canvas and a poem in + innumerable cantos,—I have sometimes seen a pleasure-boat drifting + along, her sail flapping, and she seeming as if she had neither will nor + aim. At her stern a man was laboring to bring her head round with an oar, + to little purpose, as it seemed to those who watched him pulling and + tugging. But all at once the wind of heaven, which had wandered all the + way from Florida or from Labrador, it may be, struck full upon the sail, + and it swelled and rounded itself, like a white bosom that had burst its + bodice, and— + </p> + <p> + —You are right; it is too true! but how I love these pretty phrases! + I am afraid I am becoming an epicure in words, which is a bad thing to be, + unless it is dominated by something infinitely better than itself. But + there is a fascination in the mere sound of articulated breath; of + consonants that resist with the firmness of a maid of honor, or half or + wholly yield to the wooing lips; of vowels that flow and murmur, each + after its kind; the peremptory b and p, the brittle k, the vibrating r, + the insinuating s, the feathery f, the velvety v, the bell-voiced m, the + tranquil broad a, the penetrating e, the cooing u, the emotional o, and + the beautiful combinations of alternate rock and stream, as it were, that + they give to the rippling flow of speech,—there is a fascination in + the skilful handling of these, which the great poets and even + prose-writers have not disdained to acknowledge and use to recommend their + thought. What do you say to this line of Homer as a piece of poetical + full-band music? I know you read the Greek characters with perfect ease, + but permit me, just for my own satisfaction, to put it into English + letters:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Aigle pamphanoosa di' aitheros ouranon ike! +</pre> + <p> + as if he should have spoken in our poorer phrase of + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Splendor far shining through ether to heaven ascending. +</pre> + <p> + That Greek line, which I do not remember having heard mention of as + remarkable, has nearly every consonantal and vowel sound in the language. + Try it by the Greek and by the English alphabet; it is a curiosity. Tell + me that old Homer did not roll his sightless eyeballs about with delight, + as he thundered out these ringing syllables! It seems hard to think of his + going round like a hand-organ man, with such music and such thought as his + to earn his bread with. One can't help wishing that Mr. Pugh could have + got at him for a single lecture, at least, of the “Star Course,” or that + he could have appeared in the Music Hall, “for this night only.” + </p> + <p> + —I know I have rambled, but I hope you see that this is a delicate + way of letting you into the nature of the individual who is, officially, + the principal personage at our table. It would hardly do to describe him + directly, you know. But you must not think, because the lightning zigzags, + it does not know where to strike. + </p> + <p> + I shall try to go through the rest of my description of our boarders with + as little of digression as is consistent with my nature. I think we have a + somewhat exceptional company. Since our Landlady has got up in the world, + her board has been decidedly a favorite with persons a little above the + average in point of intelligence and education. In fact, ever since a + boarder of hers, not wholly unknown to the reading public, brought her + establishment into notice, it has attracted a considerable number of + literary and scientific people, and now and then a politician, like the + Member of the House of Representatives, otherwise called the Great and + General Court of the State of Massachusetts. The consequence is, that + there is more individuality of character than in a good many similar + boardinghouses, where all are business-men, engrossed in the same pursuit + of money-making, or all are engaged in politics, and so deeply occupied + with the welfare of the community that they can think and talk of little + else. + </p> + <p> + At my left hand sits as singular-looking a human being as I remember + seeing outside of a regular museum or tent-show. His black coat shines as + if it had been polished; and it has been polished on the wearer's back, no + doubt, for the arms and other points of maximum attrition are particularly + smooth and bright. Round shoulders,—stooping over some minute labor, + I suppose. Very slender limbs, with bends like a grasshopper's; sits a + great deal, I presume; looks as if he might straighten them out all of a + sudden, and jump instead of walking. Wears goggles very commonly; says it + rests his eyes, which he strains in looking at very small objects. Voice + has a dry creak, as if made by some small piece of mechanism that wanted + oiling. I don't think he is a botanist, for he does not smell of dried + herbs, but carries a camphorated atmosphere about with him, as if to keep + the moths from attacking him. I must find out what is his particular + interest. One ought to know something about his immediate neighbors at the + table. This is what I said to myself, before opening a conversation with + him. Everybody in our ward of the city was in a great stir about a certain + election, and I thought I might as well begin with that as anything. + </p> + <p> + —How do you think the vote is likely to go tomorrow?—I said. + </p> + <p> + —It isn't to-morrow,—he answered,—it 's next month. + </p> + <p> + —Next month!—said I.—Why, what election do you mean? + </p> + <p> + —I mean the election to the Presidency of the Entomological Society, + sir,—he creaked, with an air of surprise, as if nobody could by any + possibility have been thinking of any other. Great competition, sir, + between the dipterists and the lepidopterists as to which shall get in + their candidate. Several close ballotings already; adjourned for a + fortnight. Poor concerns, both of 'em. Wait till our turn comes. + </p> + <p> + —I suppose you are an entomologist?—I said with a note of + interrogation. + </p> + <p> + -Not quite so ambitious as that, sir. I should like to put my eyes on the + individual entitled to that name! A society may call itself an + Entomological Society, but the man who arrogates such a broad title as + that to himself, in the present state of science, is a pretender, sir, a + dilettante, an impostor! No man can be truly called an entomologist, sir; + the subject is too vast for any single human intelligence to grasp. + </p> + <p> + —May I venture to ask,—I said, a little awed by his statement + and manner,—what is your special province of study? + </p> + <p> + I am often spoken of as a Coleopterist,—he said,—but I have no + right to so comprehensive a name. The genus Scarabaeus is what I have + chiefly confined myself to, and ought to have studied exclusively. The + beetles proper are quite enough for the labor of one man's life. Call me a + Scarabaeist if you will; if I can prove myself worthy of that name, my + highest ambition will be more than satisfied. + </p> + <p> + I think, by way of compromise and convenience, I shall call him the + Scarabee. He has come to look wonderfully like those creatures,—the + beetles, I mean,—by being so much among them. His room is hung round + with cases of them, each impaled on a pin driven through him, something as + they used to bury suicides. These cases take the place for him of pictures + and all other ornaments. That Boy steals into his room sometimes, and + stares at them with great admiration, and has himself undertaken to form a + rival cabinet, chiefly consisting of flies, so far, arranged in ranks + superintended by an occasional spider. + </p> + <p> + The old Master, who is a bachelor, has a kindly feeling for this little + monkey, and those of his kind. + </p> + <p> + —I like children,—he said to me one day at table,—I like + 'em, and I respect 'em. Pretty much all the honest truth-telling there is + in the world is done by them. Do you know they play the part in the + household which the king's jester, who very often had a mighty long head + under his cap and bells, used to play for a monarch? There 's no radical + club like a nest of little folks in a nursery. Did you ever watch a baby's + fingers? I have, often enough, though I never knew what it was to own one.—The + Master paused half a minute or so,—sighed,—perhaps at thinking + what he had missed in life,—looked up at me a little vacantly. I saw + what was the matter; he had lost the thread of his talk. + </p> + <p> + —Baby's fingers,—I intercalated. + </p> + <p> + -Yes, yes; did you ever see how they will poke those wonderful little + fingers of theirs into every fold and crack and crevice they can get at? + That is their first education, feeling their way into the solid facts of + the material world. When they begin to talk it is the same thing over + again in another shape. If there is a crack or a flaw in your answer to + their confounded shoulder-hitting questions, they will poke and poke until + they have got it gaping just as the baby's fingers have made a rent out of + that atom of a hole in his pinafore that your old eyes never took notice + of. Then they make such fools of us by copying on a small scale what we do + in the grand manner. I wonder if it ever occurs to our dried-up neighbor + there to ask himself whether That Boy's collection of flies is n't about + as significant in the Order of Things as his own Museum of Beetles? + </p> + <p> + —I couldn't help thinking that perhaps That Boy's questions about + the simpler mysteries of life might have a good deal of the same kind of + significance as the Master's inquiries into the Order of Things. + </p> + <p> + —On my left, beyond my next neighbor the Scarabee, at the end of the + table, sits a person of whom we know little, except that he carries about + him more palpable reminiscences of tobacco and the allied sources of + comfort than a very sensitive organization might find acceptable. The + Master does not seem to like him much, for some reason or other,—perhaps + he has a special aversion to the odor of tobacco. As his forefinger shows + a little too distinctly that he uses a pen, I shall compliment him by + calling him the Man of Letters, until I find out more about him. + </p> + <p> + —The Young Girl who sits on my right, next beyond the Master, can + hardly be more than nineteen or twenty years old. I wish I could paint her + so as to interest others as much as she does me. But she has not a + profusion of sunny tresses wreathing a neck of alabaster, and a cheek + where the rose and the lily are trying to settle their old quarrel with + alternating victory. Her hair is brown, her cheek is delicately pallid, + her forehead is too ample for a ball-room beauty's. A single faint line + between the eyebrows is the record of long—continued anxious efforts + to please in the task she has chosen, or rather which has been forced upon + her. It is the same line of anxious and conscientious effort which I saw + not long since on the forehead of one of the sweetest and truest singers + who has visited us; the same which is so striking on the masks of singing + women painted upon the facade of our Great Organ,—that Himalayan + home of harmony which you are to see and then die, if you don't live where + you can see and hear it often. Many deaths have happened in a neighboring + large city from that well-known complaint, Icterus Invidiosorum, after + returning from a visit to the Music Hall. The invariable symptom of a + fatal attack is the Risus Sardonicus.—But the Young Girl. She gets + her living by writing stories for a newspaper. Every week she furnishes a + new story. If her head aches or her heart is heavy, so that she does not + come to time with her story, she falls behindhand and has to live on + credit. It sounds well enough to say that “she supports herself by her + pen,” but her lot is a trying one; it repeats the doom of the Danaides. + The “Weekly Bucket” has no bottom, and it is her business to help fill it. + Imagine for one moment what it is to tell a tale that must flow on, flow + ever, without pausing; the lover miserable and happy this week, to begin + miserable again next week and end as before; the villain scowling, + plotting, punished; to scowl, plot, and get punished again in our next; an + endless series of woes and busses, into each paragraph of which the + forlorn artist has to throw all the liveliness, all the emotion, all the + graces of style she is mistress of, for the wages of a maid of all work, + and no more recognition or thanks from anybody than the apprentice who + sets the types for the paper that prints her ever-ending and + ever-beginning stories. And yet she has a pretty talent, sensibility, a + natural way of writing, an ear for the music of verse, in which she + sometimes indulges to vary the dead monotony of everlasting narrative, and + a sufficient amount of invention to make her stories readable. I have + found my eyes dimmed over them oftener than once, more with thinking about + her, perhaps, than about her heroes and heroines. Poor little body! Poor + little mind! Poor little soul! She is one of that great company of + delicate, intelligent, emotional young creatures, who are waiting, like + that sail I spoke of, for some breath of heaven to fill their white + bosoms,—love, the right of every woman; religious emotion, sister of + love, with the same passionate eyes, but cold, thin, bloodless hands,—some + enthusiasm of humanity or divinity; and find that life offers them, + instead, a seat on a wooden bench, a chain to fasten them to it, and a + heavy oar to pull day and night. We read the Arabian tales and pity the + doomed lady who must amuse her lord and master from day to day or have her + head cut off; how much better is a mouth without bread to fill it than no + mouth at all to fill, because no head? We have all round us a weary-eyed + company of Scheherezades! This is one of them, and I may call her by that + name when it pleases me to do so. + </p> + <p> + The next boarder I have to mention is the one who sits between the Young + Girl and the Landlady. In a little chamber into which a small thread of + sunshine finds its way for half an hour or so every day during a month or + six weeks of the spring or autumn, at all other times obliged to content + itself with ungilded daylight, lives this boarder, whom, without wronging + any others of our company, I may call, as she is very generally called in + the household, The Lady. In giving her this name it is not meant that + there are no other ladies at our table, or that the handmaids who serve us + are not ladies, or to deny the general proposition that everybody who + wears the unbifurcated garment is entitled to that appellation. Only this + lady has a look and manner which there is no mistaking as belonging to a + person always accustomed to refined and elegant society. Her style is + perhaps a little more courtly and gracious than some would like. The + language and manner which betray the habitual desire of pleasing, and + which add a charm to intercourse in the higher social circles, are liable + to be construed by sensitive beings unused to such amenities as an odious + condescension when addressed to persons of less consideration than the + accused, and as a still more odious—you know the word—when + directed to those who are esteemed by the world as considerable person + ages. But of all this the accused are fortunately wholly unconscious, for + there is nothing so entirely natural and unaffected as the highest + breeding. + </p> + <p> + From an aspect of dignified but undisguised economy which showed itself in + her dress as well as in her limited quarters, I suspected a story of + shipwrecked fortune, and determined to question our Landlady. That worthy + woman was delighted to tell the history of her most distinguished boarder. + She was, as I had supposed, a gentlewoman whom a change of circumstances + had brought down from her high estate. + </p> + <p> + —Did I know the Goldenrod family?—Of course I did.—Well, + the Lady, was first cousin to Mrs. Midas Goldenrod. She had been here in + her carriage to call upon her,—not very often.—Were her rich + relations kind and helpful to her?—Well, yes; at least they made her + presents now and then. Three or four years ago they sent her a silver + waiter, and every Christmas they sent her a boquet,—it must cost as + much as five dollars, the Landlady thought. + </p> + <p> + —And how did the Lady receive these valuable and useful gifts? + </p> + <p> + —Every Christmas she got out the silver waiter and borrowed a glass + tumbler and filled it with water, and put the boquet in it and set it on + the waiter. It smelt sweet enough and looked pretty for a day or two, but + the Landlady thought it wouldn't have hurt 'em if they'd sent a piece of + goods for a dress, or at least a pocket-handkercher or two, or something + or other that she could 'a' made some kind of use of; but beggars must n't + be choosers; not that she was a beggar, for she'd sooner die than do that + if she was in want of a meal of victuals. There was a lady I remember, and + she had a little boy and she was a widow, and after she'd buried her + husband she was dreadful poor, and she was ashamed to let her little boy + go out in his old shoes, and copper-toed shoes they was too, because his + poor little ten—toes—was a coming out of 'em; and what do you + think my husband's rich uncle,—well, there now, it was me and my + little Benjamin, as he was then, there's no use in hiding of it,—and + what do you think my husband's uncle sent me but a plaster of Paris image + of a young woman, that was,—well, her appearance wasn't respectable, + and I had to take and wrap her up in a towel and poke her right into my + closet, and there she stayed till she got her head broke and served her + right, for she was n't fit to show folks. You need n't say anything about + what I told you, but the fact is I was desperate poor before I began to + support myself taking boarders, and a lone woman without her—her— + </p> + <p> + The sentence plunged into the gulf of her great remembered sorrow, and was + lost to the records of humanity. + </p> + <p> + —Presently she continued in answer to my questions: The Lady was not + very sociable; kept mostly to herself. The Young Girl (our Scheherezade) + used to visit her sometimes, and they seemed to like each other, but the + Young Girl had not many spare hours for visiting. The Lady never found + fault, but she was very nice in her tastes, and kept everything about her + looking as neat and pleasant as she could. + </p> + <p> + —What did she do?—Why, she read, and she drew pictures, and + she did needlework patterns, and played on an old harp she had; the gilt + was mostly off, but it sounded very sweet, and she sung to it sometimes, + those old songs that used to be in fashion twenty or thirty years ago, + with words to 'em that folks could understand. + </p> + <p> + Did she do anything to help support herself?—The Landlady couldn't + say she did, but she thought there was rich people enough that ought to + buy the flowers and things she worked and painted. + </p> + <p> + All this points to the fact that she was bred to be an ornamental rather + than what is called a useful member of society. This is all very well so + long as fortune favors those who are chosen to be the ornamental + personages; but if the golden tide recedes and leaves them stranded, they + are more to be pitied than almost any other class. “I cannot dig, to beg I + am ashamed.” + </p> + <p> + I think it is unpopular in this country to talk much about gentlemen and + gentlewomen. People are touchy about social distinctions, which no doubt + are often invidious and quite arbitrary and accidental, but which it is + impossible to avoid recognizing as facts of natural history. Society + stratifies itself everywhere, and the stratum which is generally + recognized as the uppermost will be apt to have the advantage in easy + grace of manner and in unassuming confidence, and consequently be more + agreeable in the superficial relations of life. To compare these + advantages with the virtues and utilities would be foolish. Much of the + noblest work in life is done by ill-dressed, awkward, ungainly persons; + but that is no more reason for undervaluing good manners and what we call + high-breeding, than the fact that the best part of the sturdy labor of the + world is done by men with exceptionable hands is to be urged against the + use of Brown Windsor as a preliminary to appearance in cultivated society. + </p> + <p> + I mean to stand up for this poor lady, whose usefulness in the world is + apparently problematical. She seems to me like a picture which has fallen + from its gilded frame and lies, face downward, on the dusty floor. The + picture never was as needful as a window or a door, but it was pleasant to + see it in its place, and it would be pleasant to see it there again, and + I, for one, should be thankful to have the Lady restored by some turn of + fortune to the position from which she has been so cruelly cast down. + </p> + <p> + —I have asked the Landlady about the young man sitting near her, the + same who attracted my attention the other day while I was talking, as I + mentioned. He passes most of his time in a private observatory, it + appears; a watcher of the stars. That I suppose gives the peculiar look to + his lustrous eyes. The Master knows him and was pleased to tell me + something about him. + </p> + <p> + You call yourself a Poet,—he said,—and we call you so, too, + and so you are; I read your verses and like 'em. But that young man lives + in a world beyond the imagination of poets, let me tell you. The daily + home of his thought is in illimitable space, hovering between the two + eternities. In his contemplations the divisions of time run together, as + in the thought of his Maker. With him also,—I say it not profanely,—one + day is as a thousand years and a thousand years as one day. + </p> + <p> + This account of his occupation increased the interest his look had excited + in me, and I have observed him more particularly and found out more about + him. Sometimes, after a long night's watching, he looks so pale and worn, + that one would think the cold moonlight had stricken him with some malign + effluence such as it is fabled to send upon those who sleep in it. At such + times he seems more like one who has come from a planet farther away from + the sun than our earth, than like one of us terrestrial creatures. His + home is truly in the heavens, and he practises an asceticism in the cause + of science almost comparable to that of Saint Simeon Stylites. Yet they + tell me he might live in luxury if he spent on himself what he spends on + science. His knowledge is of that strange, remote character, that it seems + sometimes almost superhuman. He knows the ridges and chasms of the moon as + a surveyor knows a garden-plot he has measured. He watches the snows that + gather around the poles of Mars; he is on the lookout for the expected + comet at the moment when its faint stain of diffused light first shows + itself; he analyzes the ray that comes from the sun's photosphere; he + measures the rings of Saturn; he counts his asteroids to see that none are + missing, as the shepherd counts the sheep in his flock. A strange + unearthly being; lonely, dwelling far apart from the thoughts and cares of + the planet on which he lives,—an enthusiast who gives his life to + knowledge; a student of antiquity, to whom the records of the geologist + are modern pages in the great volume of being, and the pyramids a + memorandum of yesterday, as the eclipse or occultation that is to take + place thousands of years hence is an event of to-morrow in the diary + without beginning and without end where he enters the aspect of the + passing moment as it is read on the celestial dial. + </p> + <p> + In very marked contrast with this young man is the something more than + middle-aged Register of Deeds, a rusty, sallow, smoke-dried looking + personage, who belongs to this earth as exclusively as the other belongs + to the firmament. His movements are as mechanical as those of a pendulum,—to + the office, where he changes his coat and plunges into messuages and + building-lots; then, after changing his coat again, back to our table, and + so, day by day, the dust of years gradually gathering around him as it + does on the old folios that fill the shelves all round the great cemetery + of past transactions of which he is the sexton. + </p> + <p> + Of the Salesman who sits next him, nothing need be said except that he is + good-looking, rosy, well-dressed, and of very polite manners, only a + little more brisk than the approved style of carriage permits, as one in + the habit of springing with a certain alacrity at the call of a customer. + </p> + <p> + You would like to see, I don't doubt, how we sit at the table, and I will + help you by means of a diagram which shows the present arrangement of our + seats. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 4 3 2 1 14 13 + ————————————————- + | O O O O O O | + | | + 5 | O Breakfast-Table O |12 + | | + | O O O O O O | + ————————————————- + 6 7 8 9 10 11 + + 1. The Poet. + 2. The Master Of Arts. + 3. The Young Girl (Scheherezade). + 4. The Lady. + 5. The Landlady. + 6. Dr. B. Franklin. + 7. That Boy. + 8. The Astronomer. + 9. The Member of the Haouse. + 10. The Register of Deeds. + 11. The Salesman. + 12. The Capitalist. + 13. The Man of Letters(?). + 14. The Scarabee. +</pre> + <p> + Our young Scheherezade varies her prose stories now and then, as I told + you, with compositions in verse, one or two of which she has let me look + over. Here is one of them, which she allowed me to copy. It is from a + story of hers, “The Sun-Worshipper's Daughter,” which you may find in the + periodical before mentioned, to which she is a contributor, if your can + lay your hand upon a file of it. I think our Scheherezade has never had a + lover in human shape, or she would not play so lightly with the firebrands + of the great passion. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + FANTASIA. + + Kiss mine eyelids, beauteous Morn, + Blushing into life new-born! + Lend me violets for my hair, + And thy russet robe to wear, + And thy ring of rosiest hue + Set in drops of diamond dew! + + Kiss my cheek, thou noontide ray, + From my Love so far away! + Let thy splendor streaming down + Turn its pallid lilies brown, + Till its darkening shades reveal + Where his passion pressed its seal! + + Kiss my lips, thou Lord of light, + Kiss my lips a soft good night! + Westward sinks thy golden car; + Leave me but the evening star, + And my solace that shall be, + Borrowing all its light from thee! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III + </h2> + <p> + The old Master was talking about a concert he had been to hear.—I + don't like your chopped music anyway. That woman—she had more sense + in her little finger than forty medical societies—Florence + Nightingale—says that the music you pour out is good for sick folks, + and the music you pound out isn't. Not that exactly, but something like + it. I have been to hear some music-pounding. It was a young woman, with as + many white muslin flounces round her as the planet Saturn has rings, that + did it. She—gave the music-stool a twirl or two and fluffed down on + to it like a whirl of soap-suds in a hand-basin. Then she pushed up her + cuffs as if she was going to fight for the champion's belt. Then she + worked her wrists and her hands, to limber 'em, I suppose, and spread out + her fingers till they looked as though they would pretty much cover the + key-board, from the growling end to the little squeaky one. Then those two + hands of hers made a jump at the keys as if they were a couple of tigers + coming down on a flock of black and white sheep, and the piano gave a + great howl as if its tail had been trod on. Dead stop,—so still you + could hear your hair growing. Then another jump, and another howl, as if + the piano had two tails and you had trod on both of 'em at once, and, then + a grand clatter and scramble and string of jumps, up and down, back and + forward, one hand over the other, like a stampede of rats and mice more + than like anything I call music. I like to hear a woman sing, and I like + to hear a fiddle sing, but these noises they hammer out of their wood and + ivory anvils—don't talk to me, I know the difference between a + bullfrog and a woodthrush and— + </p> + <p> + Pop! went a small piece of artillery such as is made of a stick of elder + and carries a pellet of very moderate consistency. That Boy was in his + seat and looking demure enough, but there could be no question that he was + the artillery-man who had discharged the missile. The aim was not a bad + one, for it took the Master full in the forehead, and had the effect of + checking the flow of his eloquence. How the little monkey had learned to + time his interruptions I do not know, but I have observed more than once + before this, that the popgun would go off just at the moment when some one + of the company was getting too energetic or prolix. The Boy isn't old + enough to judge for himself when to intervene to change the order of + conversation; no, of course he isn't. Somebody must give him a hint. + Somebody.—Who is it? I suspect Dr. B. Franklin. He looks too + knowing. There is certainly a trick somewhere. Why, a day or two ago I was + myself discoursing, with considerable effect, as I thought, on some of the + new aspects of humanity, when I was struck full on the cheek by one of + these little pellets, and there was such a confounded laugh that I had to + wind up and leave off with a preposition instead of a good mouthful of + polysyllables. I have watched our young Doctor, however, and have been + entirely unable to detect any signs of communication between him and this + audacious child, who is like to become a power among us, for that popgun + is fatal to any talker who is hit by its pellet. I have suspected a foot + under the table as the prompter, but I have been unable to detect the + slightest movement or look as if he were making one, on the part of Dr. + Benjamin Franklin. I cannot help thinking of the flappers in Swift's + Laputa, only they gave one a hint when to speak and another a hint to + listen, whereas the popgun says unmistakably, “Shut up!” + </p> + <p> + —I should be sorry to lose my confidence in Dr. B. Franklin, who + seems very much devoted to his business, and whom I mean to consult about + some small symptoms I have had lately. Perhaps it is coming to a new + boarding-house. The young people who come into Paris from the provinces + are very apt—so I have been told by one that knows—to have an + attack of typhoid fever a few weeks or months after their arrival. I have + not been long enough at this table to get well acclimated; perhaps that is + it. Boarding-House Fever. Something like horse-ail, very likely,—horses + get it, you know, when they are brought to city stables. A little “off my + feed,” as Hiram Woodruff would say. A queer discoloration about my + forehead. Query, a bump? Cannot remember any. Might have got it against + bedpost or something while asleep. Very unpleasant to look so. I wonder + how my portrait would look, if anybody should take it now! I hope not + quite so badly as one I saw the other day, which I took for the end man of + the Ethiopian Serenaders, or some traveller who had been exploring the + sources of the Niger, until I read the name at the bottom and found it was + a face I knew as well as my own. + </p> + <p> + I must consult somebody, and it is nothing more than fair to give our + young Doctor a chance. Here goes for Dr. Benjamin Franklin. + </p> + <p> + The young Doctor has a very small office and a very large sign, with a + transparency at night big enough for an oyster-shop. These young doctors + are particularly strong, as I understand, on what they call diagnosis,—an + excellent branch of the healing art, full of satisfaction to the curious + practitioner, who likes to give the right Latin name to one's complaint; + not quite so satisfactory to the patient, as it is not so very much + pleasanter to be bitten by a dog with a collar round his neck telling you + that he is called Snap or Teaser, than by a dog without a collar. + Sometimes, in fact, one would a little rather not know the exact name of + his complaint, as if he does he is pretty sure to look it out in a medical + dictionary, and then if he reads, This terrible disease is attended with + vast suffering and is inevitably mortal, or any such statement, it is apt + to affect him unpleasantly. + </p> + <p> + I confess to a little shakiness when I knocked at Dr. Benjamin's office + door. “Come in!” exclaimed Dr. B. F. in tones that sounded ominous and + sepulchral. And I went in. + </p> + <p> + I don't believe the chambers of the Inquisition ever presented a more + alarming array of implements for extracting a confession, than our young + Doctor's office did of instruments to make nature tell what was the matter + with a poor body. + </p> + <p> + There were Ophthalmoscopes and Rhinoscopes and Otoscopes and Laryngoscopes + and Stethoscopes; and Thermometers and Spirometers and Dynamometers and + Sphygmometers and Pleximeters; and Probes and Probangs and all sorts of + frightful inquisitive exploring contrivances; and scales to weigh you in, + and tests and balances and pumps and electro-magnets and magneto-electric + machines; in short, apparatus for doing everything but turn you inside + out. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Benjamin set me down before his one window and began looking at me + with such a superhuman air of sagacity, that I felt like one of those + open-breasted clocks which make no secret of their inside arrangements, + and almost thought he could see through me as one sees through a shrimp or + a jelly-fish. First he looked at the place inculpated, which had a sort of + greenish-brown color, with his naked eyes, with much corrugation of + forehead and fearful concentration of attention; then through a + pocket-glass which he carried. Then he drew back a space, for a + perspective view. Then he made me put out my tongue and laid a slip of + blue paper on it, which turned red and scared me a little. Next he took my + wrist; but instead of counting my pulse in the old-fashioned way, he + fastened a machine to it that marked all the beats on a sheet of paper,—for + all the world like a scale of the heights of mountains, say from Mount Tom + up to Chimborazo and then down again, and up again, and so on. In the mean + time he asked me all sorts of questions about myself and all my relatives, + whether we had been subject to this and that malady, until I felt as if we + must some of us have had more or less of them, and could not feel quite + sure whether Elephantiasis and Beriberi and Progressive Locomotor Ataxy + did not run in the family. + </p> + <p> + After all this overhauling of myself and my history, he paused and looked + puzzled. Something was suggested about what he called an “exploratory + puncture.” This I at once declined, with thanks. Suddenly a thought struck + him. He looked still more closely at the discoloration I have spoken of. + </p> + <p> + —Looks like—I declare it reminds me of—very rare! very + curious! It would be strange if my first case—of this kind—should + be one of our boarders! + </p> + <p> + What kind of a case do you call it?—I said, with a sort of feeling + that he could inflict a severe or a light malady on me, as if he were a + judge passing sentence. + </p> + <p> + —The color reminds me,—said Dr. B. Franklin,—of what I + have seen in a case of Addison's Disease, Morbus Addisonii. + </p> + <p> + —But my habits are quite regular,—I said; for I remembered + that the distinguished essayist was too fond of his brandy and water, and + I confess that the thought was not pleasant to me of following Dr. + Johnson's advice, with the slight variation of giving my days and my + nights to trying on the favorite maladies of Addison. + </p> + <p> + —Temperance people are subject to it!—exclaimed Dr. Benjamin, + almost exultingly, I thought. + </p> + <p> + —But I had the impression that the author of the Spectator was + afflicted with a dropsy, or some such inflated malady, to which persons of + sedentary and bibacious habits are liable. [A literary swell,—I + thought to myself, but I did not say it. I felt too serious.] + </p> + <p> + —The author of the Spectator!—cried out Dr. Benjamin,—I + mean the celebrated Dr. Addison, inventor, I would say discoverer, of the + wonderful new disease called after him. + </p> + <p> + —And what may this valuable invention or discovery consist in?—I + asked, for I was curious to know the nature of the gift which this + benefactor of the race had bestowed upon us. + </p> + <p> + —A most interesting affection, and rare, too. Allow me to look + closely at that discoloration once more for a moment. Cutis cenea, bronze + skin, they call it sometimes—extraordinary pigmentation—a + little more to the light, if you please—ah! now I get the bronze + coloring admirably, beautifully! Would you have any objection to showing + your case to the Societies of Medical Improvement and Medical Observation? + </p> + <p> + [—My case! O dear!] May I ask if any vital organ is commonly + involved in this interesting complaint?—I said, faintly. + </p> + <p> + —Well, sir,—the young Doctor replied,—there is an organ + which is —sometimes—a little touched, I may say; a very + curious and ingenious little organ or pair of organs. Did you ever hear of + the Capsulae, Suprarenales? + </p> + <p> + —No,—said I,—is it a mortal complaint?—I ought to + have known better than to ask such a question, but I was getting nervous + and thinking about all sorts of horrid maladies people are liable to, with + horrid names to match. + </p> + <p> + —It is n't a complaint,—I mean they are not a complaint,—they + are two small organs, as I said, inside of you, and nobody knows what is + the use of them. The most curious thing is that when anything is the + matter with them you turn of the color of bronze. After all, I didn't mean + to say I believed it was Morbus Addisonii; I only thought of that when I + saw the discoloration. + </p> + <p> + So he gave me a recipe, which I took care to put where it could do no hurt + to anybody, and I paid him his fee (which he took with the air of a man in + the receipt of a great income) and said Good-morning. + </p> + <p> + —What in the name of a thousand diablos is the reason these + confounded doctors will mention their guesses about “a case,” as they call + it, and all its conceivable possibilities, out loud before their patients? + I don't suppose there is anything in all this nonsense about “Addison's + Disease,” but I wish he hadn't spoken of that very interesting ailment, + and I should feel a little easier if that discoloration would leave my + forehead. I will ask the Landlady about it,—these old women often + know more than the young doctors just come home with long names for + everything they don't know how to cure. But the name of this complaint + sets me thinking. Bronzed skin! What an odd idea! Wonder if it spreads all + over one. That would be picturesque and pleasant, now, wouldn't it? To be + made a living statue of,—nothing to do but strike an attitude. Arm + up—so—like the one in the Garden. John of Bologna's Mercury—thus + on one foot. Needy knife-grinder in the Tribune at Florence. No, not + “needy,” come to think of it. Marcus Aurelius on horseback. Query. Are + horses subject to the Morbus Addisonii? Advertise for a bronzed living + horse—Lyceum invitations and engagements—bronze versus brass.—What + 's the use in being frightened? Bet it was a bump. Pretty certain I bumped + my forehead against something. Never heard of a bronzed man before. Have + seen white men, black men, red men, yellow men, two or three blue men, + stained with doctor's stuff; some green ones, from the country; but never + a bronzed man. Poh, poh! Sure it was a bump. Ask Landlady to look at it. + </p> + <p> + —Landlady did look at it. Said it was a bump, and no mistake. + Recommended a piece of brown paper dipped in vinegar. Made the house smell + as if it were in quarantine for the plague from Smyrna, but discoloration + soon disappeared,—so I did not become a bronzed man after all,—hope + I never shall while I am alive. Should n't mind being done in bronze after + I was dead. On second thoughts not so clear about it, remembering how some + of them look that we have got stuck up in public; think I had rather go + down to posterity in an Ethiopian Minstrel portrait, like our friend's the + other day. + </p> + <p> + —You were kind enough to say, I remarked to the Master, that you + read my poems and liked them. Perhaps you would be good enough to tell me + what it is you like about them? + </p> + <p> + The Master harpooned a breakfast-roll and held it up before me.—Will + you tell me,—he said,—why you like that breakfast-roll?—I + suppose he thought that would stop my mouth in two senses. But he was + mistaken. + </p> + <p> + —To be sure I will,—said I.—First, I like its mechanical + consistency; brittle externally,—that is for the teeth, which want + resistance to be overcome; soft, spongy, well tempered and flavored + internally, that is for the organ of taste; wholesome, nutritious,—that + is for the internal surfaces and the system generally. + </p> + <p> + —Good,—said the Master, and laughed a hearty terrestrial + laugh. + </p> + <p> + I hope he will carry that faculty of an honest laugh with him wherever he + goes,—why shouldn't he? The “order of things,” as he calls it, from + which hilarity was excluded, would be crippled and one-sided enough. I + don't believe the human gamut will be cheated of a single note after men + have done breathing this fatal atmospheric mixture and die into the ether + of immortality! + </p> + <p> + I did n't say all that; if I had said it, it would have brought a pellet + from the popgun, I feel quite certain. + </p> + <p> + The Master went on after he had had out his laugh.—There is one + thing I am His Imperial Majesty about, and that is my likes and dislikes. + What if I do like your verses,—you can't help yourself. I don't + doubt somebody or other hates 'em and hates you and everything you do, or + ever did, or ever can do. He is all right; there is nothing you or I like + that somebody does n't hate. Was there ever anything wholesome that was + not poison to somebody? If you hate honey or cheese, or the products of + the dairy,—I know a family a good many of whose members can't touch + milk, butter, cheese, and the like, why, say so, but don't find fault with + the bees and the cows. Some are afraid of roses, and I have known those + who thought a pond-lily a disagreeable neighbor. That Boy will give you + the metaphysics of likes and dislikes. Look here,—you young + philosopher over there,—do you like candy? + </p> + <p> + That Boy.—You bet! Give me a stick and see if I don't. + </p> + <p> + And can you tell me why you like candy? + </p> + <p> + That Boy.—Because I do. + </p> + <p> + —There, now, that is the whole matter in a nutshell. Why do your + teeth like crackling crust, and your organs of taste like spongy crumb, + and your digestive contrivances take kindly to bread rather than + toadstools— + </p> + <p> + That Boy (thinking he was still being catechised).—Because they do. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon the Landlady said, Sh! and the Young Girl laughed, and the Lady + smiled; and Dr. Ben Franklin kicked him, moderately, under the table, and + the Astronomer looked up at the ceiling to see what had happened, and the + Member of the Haouse cried, Order! Order! and the Salesman said, Shut up, + cash-boy! and the rest of the boarders kept on feeding; except the Master, + who looked very hard but half approvingly at the small intruder, who had + come about as nearly right as most professors would have done. + </p> + <p> + —You poets,—the Master said after this excitement had calmed + down, —you poets have one thing about you that is odd. You talk + about everything as if you knew more about it than the people whose + business it is to know all about it. I suppose you do a little of what we + teachers used to call “cramming” now and then? + </p> + <p> + —If you like your breakfast you must n't ask the cook too many + questions,—I answered. + </p> + <p> + —Oh, come now, don't be afraid of letting out your secrets. I have a + notion I can tell a poet that gets himself up just as I can tell a + make-believe old man on the stage by the line where the gray skullcap + joins the smooth forehead of the young fellow of seventy. You'll confess + to a rhyming dictionary anyhow, won't you? + </p> + <p> + —I would as lief use that as any other dictionary, but I don't want + it. When a word comes up fit to end a line with I can feel all the rhymes + in the language that are fit to go with it without naming them. I have + tried them all so many times, I know all the polygamous words and all the + monogamous ones, and all the unmarrying ones,—the whole lot that + have no mates,—as soon as I hear their names called. Sometimes I run + over a string of rhymes, but generally speaking it is strange what a short + list it is of those that are good for anything. That is the pitiful side + of all rhymed verse. Take two such words as home and world. What can you + do with chrome or loam or gnome or tome? You have dome, foam, and roam, + and not much more to use in your pome, as some of our fellow-countrymen + call it. As for world, you know that in all human probability somebody or + something will be hurled into it or out of it; its clouds may be furled or + its grass impearled; possibly something may be whirled, or curled, or have + swirled, one of Leigh Hunt's words, which with lush, one of Keats's, is an + important part of the stock in trade of some dealers in rhyme. + </p> + <p> + —And how much do you versifiers know of all those arts and sciences + you refer to as if you were as familiar with them as a cobbler is with his + wax and lapstone? + </p> + <p> + —Enough not to make too many mistakes. The best way is to ask some + expert before one risks himself very far in illustrations from a branch he + does not know much about. Suppose, for instance, I wanted to use the + double star to illustrate anything, say the relation of two human souls to + each other, what would I—do? Why, I would ask our young friend there + to let me look at one of those loving celestial pairs through his + telescope, and I don't doubt he'd let me do so, and tell me their names + and all I wanted to know about them. + </p> + <p> + —I should be most happy to show any of the double stars or whatever + else there might be to see in the heavens to any of our friends at this + table,—the young man said, so cordially and kindly that it was a + real invitation. + </p> + <p> + —Show us the man in the moon,—said That Boy.—I should so + like to see a double star!—said Scheherezade, with a very pretty air + of smiling modesty. + </p> + <p> + —Will you go, if we make up a party?—I asked the Master. + </p> + <p> + —A cold in the head lasts me from three to five days,—answered + the Master.—I am not so very fond of being out in the dew like + Nebuchadnezzar: that will do for you young folks. + </p> + <p> + —I suppose I must be one of the young folks, not so young as our + Scheherezade, nor so old as the Capitalist,—young enough at any rate + to want to be of the party. So we agreed that on some fair night when the + Astronomer should tell us that there was to be a fine show in the skies, + we would make up a party and go to the Observatory. I asked the Scarabee + whether he would not like to make one of us. + </p> + <p> + —Out of the question, sir, out of the question. I am altogether too + much occupied with an important scientific investigation to devote any + considerable part of an evening to star-gazing. + </p> + <p> + —Oh, indeed,—said I,—and may I venture to ask on what + particular point you are engaged just at present? + </p> + <p> + -Certainly, sir, you may. It is, I suppose, as difficult and important a + matter to be investigated as often comes before a student of natural + history. I wish to settle the point once for all whether the Pediculus + Mellitae is or is not the larva of Meloe. + </p> + <p> + [—Now is n't this the drollest world to live in that one could + imagine, short of being in a fit of delirium tremens? Here is a + fellow-creature of mine and yours who is asked to see all the glories of + the firmament brought close to him, and he is too busy with a little + unmentionable parasite that infests the bristly surface of a bee to spare + an hour or two of a single evening for the splendors of the universe! I + must get a peep through that microscope of his and see the pediculus which + occupies a larger space in his mental vision than the midnight march of + the solar systems.—The creature, the human one, I mean, interests + me.] + </p> + <p> + —I am very curious,—I said,—about that pediculus + melittae,—(just as if I knew a good deal about the little wretch and + wanted to know more, whereas I had never heard him spoken of before, to my + knowledge,)—could you let me have a sight of him in your microscope? + </p> + <p> + —You ought to have seen the way in which the poor dried-up little + Scarabee turned towards me. His eyes took on a really human look, and I + almost thought those antennae-like arms of his would have stretched + themselves out and embraced me. I don't believe any of the boarders had + ever shown any interest in—him, except the little monkey of a Boy, + since he had been in the house. It is not strange; he had not seemed to me + much like a human being, until all at once I touched the one point where + his vitality had concentrated itself, and he stood revealed a man and a + brother. + </p> + <p> + —Come in,—said he,—come in, right after breakfast, and + you shall see the animal that has convulsed the entomological world with + questions as to his nature and origin. + </p> + <p> + —So I went into the Scarabee's parlor, lodging-room, study, + laboratory, and museum,—a—single apartment applied to these + various uses, you understand. + </p> + <p> + —I wish I had time to have you show me all your treasures,—I + said, —but I am afraid I shall hardly be able to do more than look + at the bee-parasite. But what a superb butterfly you have in that case! + </p> + <p> + —Oh, yes, yes, well enough,—came from South America with the + beetle there; look at him! These Lepidoptera are for children to play + with, pretty to look at, so some think. Give me the Coleoptera, and the + kings of the Coleoptera are the beetles! Lepidoptera and Neuroptera for + little folks; Coleopteras for men, sir! + </p> + <p> + —The particular beetle he showed me in the case with the magnificent + butterfly was an odious black wretch that one would say, Ugh! at, and kick + out of his path, if he did not serve him worse than that. But he looked at + it as a coin-collector would look at a Pescennius Niger, if the coins of + that Emperor are as scarce as they used to be when I was collecting + half-penny tokens and pine-tree shillings and battered bits of Roman brass + with the head of Gallienus or some such old fellow on them. + </p> + <p> + —A beauty!—he exclaimed,—and the only specimen of the + kind in this country, to the best of my belief. A unique, sir, and there + is a pleasure in exclusive possession. Not another beetle like that short + of South America, sir. + </p> + <p> + —I was glad to hear that there were no more like it in this + neighborhood, the present supply of cockroaches answering every purpose, + so far as I am concerned, that such an animal as this would be likely to + serve. + </p> + <p> + —Here are my bee-parasites,—said the Scarabee, showing me a + box full of glass slides, each with a specimen ready mounted for the + microscope. I was most struck with one little beast flattened out like a + turtle, semi-transparent, six-legged, as I remember him, and every leg + terminated by a single claw hooked like a lion's and as formidable for the + size of the creature as that of the royal beast. + </p> + <p> + —Lives on a bumblebee, does he?—I said. That's the way I call + it. Bumblebee or bumblybee and huckleberry. Humblebee and whortleberry for + people that say Woos-ses-ter and Nor-wich. + </p> + <p> + —The Scarabee did not smile; he took no interest in trivial matters + like this. + </p> + <p> + —Lives on a bumblebee. When you come to think of it, he must lead a + pleasant kind of life. Sails through the air without the trouble of + flying. Free pass everywhere that the bee goes. No fear of being + dislodged; look at those six grappling-hooks. Helps himself to such juices + of the bee as he likes best; the bee feeds on the choicest vegetable + nectars, and he feeds on the bee. Lives either in the air or in the + perfumed pavilion of the fairest and sweetest flowers. Think what tents + the hollyhocks and the great lilies spread for him! And wherever he + travels a band of music goes with him, for this hum which wanders by us is + doubtless to him a vast and inspiring strain of melody.—I thought + all this, while the Scarabee supposed I was studying the minute characters + of the enigmatical specimen. + </p> + <p> + —I know what I consider your pediculus melittae, I said at length. + </p> + <p> + Do you think it really the larva of meloe? + </p> + <p> + —Oh, I don't know much about that, but I think he is the best cared + for, on the whole, of any animal that I know of; and if I wasn't a man I + believe I had rather be that little sybarite than anything that feasts at + the board of nature. + </p> + <p> + —The question is, whether he is the larva of meloe,—the + Scarabee said, as if he had not heard a word of what I had just been + saying.—-If I live a few years longer it shall be settled, sir; and + if my epitaph can say honestly that I settled it, I shall be willing to + trust my posthumous fame to that achievement. + </p> + <p> + I said good morning to the specialist, and went off feeling not only + kindly, but respectfully towards him. He is an enthusiast, at any rate, as + “earnest” a man as any philanthropic reformer who, having passed his life + in worrying people out of their misdoings into good behavior, comes at + last to a state in which he is never contented except when he is making + somebody uncomfortable. He does certainly know one thing well, very likely + better than anybody in the world. + </p> + <p> + I find myself somewhat singularly placed at our table between a minute + philosopher who has concentrated all his faculties on a single subject, + and my friend who finds the present universe too restricted for his + intelligence. I would not give much to hear what the Scarabee says about + the old Master, for he does not pretend to form a judgment of anything but + beetles, but I should like to hear what the Master has to say about the + Scarabee. I waited after breakfast until he had gone, and then asked the + Master what he could make of our dried-up friend. + </p> + <p> + —Well,—he said,—I am hospitable enough in my feelings to + him and all his tribe. These specialists are the coral-insects that build + up a reef. By and by it will be an island, and for aught we know may grow + into a continent. But I don't want to be a coral-insect myself. I had + rather be a voyager that visits all the reefs and islands the creatures + build, and sails over the seas where they have as yet built up nothing. I + am a little afraid that science is breeding us down too fast into + coral-insects. A man like Newton or Leibnitz or Haller used to paint a + picture of outward or inward nature with a free hand, and stand back and + look at it as a whole and feel like an archangel; but nowadays you have a + Society, and they come together and make a great mosaic, each man bringing + his little bit and sticking it in its place, but so taken up with his + petty fragment that he never thinks of looking at the picture the little + bits make when they are put together. You can't get any talk out of these + specialists away from their own subjects, any more than you can get help + from a policeman outside of his own beat. + </p> + <p> + —Yes,—said I,—but why should n't we always set a man + talking about the thing he knows best? + </p> + <p> + —No doubt, no doubt, if you meet him once; but what are you going to + do with him if you meet him every day? I travel with a man and we want to + make change very often in paying bills. But every time I ask him to change + a pistareen, or give me two fo'pencehappennies for a ninepence, or help me + to make out two and thrippence (mark the old Master's archaisms about the + currency), what does the fellow do but put his hand in his pocket and pull + out an old Roman coin; I have no change, says he, but this assarion of + Diocletian. Mighty deal of good that'll do me! + </p> + <p> + —It isn't quite so handy as a few specimens of the modern currency + would be, but you can pump him on numismatics. + </p> + <p> + —To be sure, to be sure. I've pumped a thousand men of all they + could teach me, or at least all I could learn from 'em; and if it comes to + that, I never saw the man that couldn't teach me something. I can get + along with everybody in his place, though I think the place of some of my + friends is over there among the feeble-minded pupils, and I don't believe + there's one of them, I couldn't go to school to for half an hour and be + the wiser for it. But people you talk with every day have got to have + feeders for their minds, as much as the stream that turns a millwheel has. + It isn't one little rill that's going to keep the float-boards turning + round. Take a dozen of the brightest men you can find in the brightest + city, wherever that may be,—perhaps you and I think we know,—and + let 'em come together once a month, and you'll find out in the course of a + year or two the ones that have feeders from all the hillsides. Your common + talkers, that exchange the gossip of the day, have no wheel in particular + to turn, and the wash of the rain as it runs down the street is enough for + them. + </p> + <p> + —Do you mean you can always see the sources from which a man fills + his mind,—his feeders, as you call them? + </p> + <p> + -I don't go quite so far as that,—the Master said.—I've seen + men whose minds were always overflowing, and yet they did n't read much + nor go much into the world. Sometimes you'll find a bit of a pond-hole in + a pasture, and you'll plunge your walking-stick into it and think you are + going to touch bottom. But you find you are mistaken. Some of these little + stagnant pond-holes are a good deal deeper than you think; you may tie a + stone to a bed-cord and not get soundings in some of 'em. The country boys + will tell you they have no bottom, but that only means that they are + mighty deep; and so a good many stagnant, stupid-seeming people are a + great deal deeper than the length of your intellectual walking-stick, I + can tell you. There are hidden springs that keep the little pond-holes + full when the mountain brooks are all dried up. You poets ought to know + that. + </p> + <p> + —I can't help thinking you are more tolerant towards the specialists + than I thought at first, by the way you seemed to look at our dried-up + neighbor and his small pursuits. + </p> + <p> + —I don't like the word tolerant,—the Master said.—As + long as the Lord can tolerate me I think I can stand my fellow-creatures. + Philosophically, I love 'em all; empirically, I don't think I am very fond + of all of 'em. It depends on how you look at a man or a woman. Come here, + Youngster, will you? he said to That Boy. + </p> + <p> + The Boy was trying to catch a blue-bottle to add to his collection, and + was indisposed to give up the chase; but he presently saw that the Master + had taken out a small coin and laid it on the table, and felt himself + drawn in that direction. + </p> + <p> + Read that,—said the Master. + </p> + <p> + U-n-i-ni United States of America 5 cents. + </p> + <p> + The Master turned the coin over. Now read that. + </p> + <p> + In God is our t-r-u-s-t—trust. 1869. + </p> + <p> + —Is that the same piece of money as the other one? + </p> + <p> + —There ain't any other one,—said the Boy, there ain't but one, + but it's got two sides to it with different reading. + </p> + <p> + —That 's it, that 's it,—said the Master,—two sides to + everybody, as there are to that piece of money. I've seen an old woman + that wouldn't fetch five cents if you should put her up for sale at public + auction; and yet come to read the other side of her, she had a trust in + God Almighty that was like the bow anchor of a three-decker. It's faith in + something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth looking at. + I don't think your ant-eating specialist, with his sharp nose and pin-head + eyes, is the best every-day companion; but any man who knows one thing + well is worth listening to for once; and if you are of the large-brained + variety of the race, and want to fill out your programme of the Order of + Things in a systematic and exhaustive way, and get all the half-notes and + flats and sharps of humanity into your scale, you'd a great deal better + shut your front door and open your two side ones when you come across a + fellow that has made a real business of doing anything. + </p> + <p> + —That Boy stood all this time looking hard at the five-cent piece. + </p> + <p> + —Take it,—said the Master, with a good-natured smile. + </p> + <p> + —The Boy made a snatch at it and was off for the purpose of + investing it. + </p> + <p> + —A child naturally snaps at a thing as a dog does at his meat,—said + the Master.—If you think of it, we've all been quadrupeds. A child + that can only crawl has all the instincts of a four-footed beast. It + carries things in its mouth just as cats and dogs do. I've seen the little + brutes do it over and over again. I suppose a good many children would + stay quadrupeds all their lives, if they didn't learn the trick of walking + on their hind legs from seeing all the grown people walking in that way. + </p> + <p> + —Do you accept Mr. Darwin's notions about the origin of the race?—said + I. + </p> + <p> + The Master looked at me with that twinkle in his eye which means that he + is going to parry a question. + </p> + <p> + —Better stick to Blair's Chronology; that settles it. Adam and Eve, + created Friday, October 28th, B. C. 4004. You've been in a ship for a good + while, and here comes Mr. Darwin on deck with an armful of sticks and + says, “Let's build a raft, and trust ourselves to that.” + </p> + <p> + If your ship springs a leak, what would you do? + </p> + <p> + He looked me straight in the eyes for about half a minute.—If I + heard the pumps going, I'd look and see whether they were gaining on the + leak or not. If they were gaining I'd stay where I was.—Go and find + out what's the matter with that young woman. + </p> + <p> + I had noticed that the Young Girl—the storywriter, our Scheherezade, + as I called her—looked as if she had been crying or lying awake half + the night. I found on asking her,—for she is an honest little body + and is disposed to be confidential with me for some reason or other,—that + she had been doing both. + </p> + <p> + —And what was the matter now, I questioned her in a semi-paternal + kind of way, as soon as I got a chance for a few quiet words with her. + </p> + <p> + She was engaged to write a serial story, it seems, and had only got as far + as the second number, and some critic had been jumping upon it, she said, + and grinding his heel into it, till she couldn't bear to look at it. He + said she did not write half so well as half a dozen other young women. She + did n't write half so well as she used to write herself. She hadn't any + characters and she had n't any incidents. Then he went to work to show how + her story was coming out, trying to anticipate everything she could make + of it, so that her readers should have nothing to look forward to, and he + should have credit for his sagacity in guessing, which was nothing so very + wonderful, she seemed to think. Things she had merely hinted and left the + reader to infer, he told right out in the bluntest and coarsest way. It + had taken all the life out of her, she said. It was just as if at a + dinner-party one of the guests should take a spoonful of soup and get up + and say to the company, “Poor stuff, poor stuff; you won't get anything + better; let's go somewhere else where things are fit to eat.” + </p> + <p> + What do you read such things for, my dear? said I. + </p> + <p> + The film glistened in her eyes at the strange sound of those two soft + words; she had not heard such very often, I am afraid. + </p> + <p> + —I know I am a foolish creature to read them, she answered,—but + I can't help it; somebody always sends me everything that will make me + wretched to read, and so I sit down and read it, and ache all over for my + pains, and lie awake all night. + </p> + <p> + —She smiled faintly as she said this, for she saw the sub-ridiculous + side of it, but the film glittered still in her eyes. There are a good + many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at, but they are + the smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples. “Somebody always sends her + everything that will make her wretched.” Who can those creatures be who + cut out the offensive paragraph and send it anonymously to us, who mail + the newspaper which has the article we had much better not have seen, who + take care that we shall know everything which can, by any possibility, + help to make us discontented with ourselves and a little less + light-hearted than we were before we had been fools enough to open their + incendiary packages? I don't like to say it to myself, but I cannot help + suspecting, in this instance, the doubtful-looking personage who sits on + my left, beyond the Scarabee. I have some reason to think that he has made + advances to the Young Girl which were not favorably received, to state the + case in moderate terms, and it may be that he is taking his revenge in + cutting up the poor girl's story. I know this very well, that some + personal pique or favoritism is at the bottom of half the praise and + dispraise which pretend to be so very ingenuous and discriminating. (Of + course I have been thinking all this time and telling you what I thought.) + </p> + <p> + —What you want is encouragement, my dear, said I,—I know that + as well, as you. I don't think the fellows that write such criticisms as + you tell me of want to correct your faults. I don't mean to say that you + can learn nothing from them, because they are not all fools by any means, + and they will often pick out your weak points with a malignant sagacity, + as a pettifogging lawyer will frequently find a real flaw in trying to get + at everything he can quibble about. But is there nobody who will praise + you generously when you do well,—nobody that will lend you a hand + now while you want it,—or must they all wait until you have made + yourself a name among strangers, and then all at once find out that you + have something in you? Oh,—said the girl, and the bright film + gathered too fast for her young eyes to hold much longer,—I ought + not to be ungrateful! I have found the kindest friend in the world. Have + you ever heard the Lady—the one that I sit next to at the table—say + anything about me? + </p> + <p> + I have not really made her acquaintance, I said. She seems to me a little + distant in her manners and I have respected her pretty evident liking for + keeping mostly to herself. + </p> + <p> + —Oh, but when you once do know her! I don't believe I could write + stories all the time as I do, if she didn't ask me up to her chamber, and + let me read them to her. Do you know, I can make her laugh and cry, + reading my poor stories? And sometimes, when I feel as if I had written + out all there is in me, and want to lie down and go to sleep and never + wake up except in a world where there are no weekly papers,—when + everything goes wrong, like a car off the track,—she takes hold and + sets me on the rails again all right. + </p> + <p> + —How does she go to work to help you? + </p> + <p> + —Why, she listens to my stories, to begin with, as if she really + liked to hear them. And then you know I am dreadfully troubled now and + then with some of my characters, and can't think how to get rid of them. + And she'll say, perhaps, Don't shoot your villain this time, you've shot + three or four already in the last six weeks; let his mare stumble and + throw him and break his neck. Or she'll give me a hint about some new way + for my lover to make a declaration. She must have had a good many offers, + it's my belief, for she has told me a dozen different ways for me to use + in my stories. And whenever I read a story to her, she always laughs and + cries in the right places; and that's such a comfort, for there are some + people that think everything pitiable is so funny, and will burst out + laughing when poor Rip Van Winkle—you've seen Mr. Jefferson, haven't + you?—is breaking your heart for you if you have one. Sometimes she + takes a poem I have written and reads it to me so beautifully, that I fall + in love with it, and sometimes she sets my verses to music and sings them + to me. + </p> + <p> + —You have a laugh together sometimes, do you? + </p> + <p> + —Indeed we do. I write for what they call the “Comic Department” of + the paper now and then. If I did not get so tired of story-telling, I + suppose I should be gayer than I am; but as it is, we two get a little fun + out of my comic pieces. I begin them half-crying sometimes, but after they + are done they amuse me. I don't suppose my comic pieces are very + laughable; at any rate the man who makes a business of writing me down + says the last one I wrote is very melancholy reading, and that if it was + only a little better perhaps some bereaved person might pick out a line or + two that would do to put on a gravestone. + </p> + <p> + —Well, that is hard, I must confess. Do let me see those lines which + excite such sad emotions. + </p> + <p> + —Will you read them very good-naturedly? If you will, I will get the + paper that has “Aunt Tabitha.” That is the one the fault-finder said + produced such deep depression of feeling. It was written for the “Comic + Department.” Perhaps it will make you cry, but it was n't meant to. + </p> + <p> + —I will finish my report this time with our Scheherezade's poem, + hoping that—any critic who deals with it will treat it with the + courtesy due to all a young lady's literary efforts. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + AUNT TABITHA. + + Whatever I do, and whatever I say, + Aunt Tabitha tells me that isn't the way; + When she was a girl (forty summers ago) + Aunt Tabitha tells me they never did so. + + Dear aunt! If I only would take her advice! + But I like my own way, and I find it so nice! + And besides, I forget half the things I am told; + But they all will come back to me—when I am old. + + If a youth passes by, it may happen, no doubt, + He may chance to look in as I chance to look out; + She would never endure an impertinent stare, + It is horrid, she says, and I mustn't sit there. + + A walk in the moonlight has pleasures, I own, + But it is n't quite safe to be walking alone; + So I take a lad's arm,—just for safety, you know, + But Aunt Tabitha tells me they didn't do so. + + How wicked we are, and how good they were then! + They kept at arm's length those detestable men; + What an era of virtue she lived in!—But stay + Were the men all such rogues in Aunt Tabitha's day? + + If the men were so wicked, I'll ask my papa + How he dared to propose to my darling mamma; + Was he like the rest of them? Goodness! Who knows + And what shall I say if a wretch should propose? + + I am thinking if aunt knew so little of sin, + What a wonder Aunt Tabitha's aunt must have been! + And her grand-aunt—it scares me—how shockingly sad. + That we girls of to-day are so frightfully bad! + + A martyr will save us, and nothing else can; + Let me perish—to rescue some wretched young man! + Though when to the altar a victim I go, + Aunt Tabitha'll tell me she never did so! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV + </h2> + <p> + The old Master has developed one quality of late for which I am afraid I + hardly gave him credit. He has turned out to be an excellent listener. + </p> + <p> + —I love to talk,—he said,—as a goose loves to swim. + Sometimes I think it is because I am a goose. For I never talked much at + any one time in my life without saying something or other I was sorry for. + </p> + <p> + —You too!—said I—Now that is very odd, for it is an + experience I have habitually. I thought you were rather too much of a + philosopher to trouble yourself about such small matters as to whether you + had said just what you meant to or not; especially as you know that the + person you talk to does not remember a word of what you said the next + morning, but is thinking, it is much more likely, of what she said, or how + her new dress looked, or some other body's new dress which made—hers + look as if it had been patched together from the leaves of last November. + That's what she's probably thinking about. + </p> + <p> + —She!—said the Master, with a look which it would take at + least half a page to explain to the entire satisfaction of thoughtful + readers of both sexes. + </p> + <p> + —I paid the respect due to that most significant monosyllable, + which, as the old Rabbi spoke it, with its targum of tone and expression, + was not to be answered flippantly, but soberly, advisedly, and after a + pause long enough for it to unfold its meaning in the listener's mind. For + there are short single words (all the world remembers Rachel's Helas!) + which are like those Japanese toys that look like nothing of any + significance as you throw them on the water, but which after a little time + open out into various strange and unexpected figures, and then you find + that each little shred had a complicated story to tell of itself. + </p> + <p> + -Yes,—said I, at the close of this silent interval, during which the + monosyllable had been opening out its meanings,—She. When I think of + talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an + inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness; and + where will you find this but in woman? + </p> + <p> + The Master laughed a pleasant little laugh,—not a harsh, sarcastic + one, but playful, and tempered by so kind a look that it seemed as if + every wrinkled line about his old eyes repeated, “God bless you,” as the + tracings on the walls of the Alhambra repeat a sentence of the Koran. + </p> + <p> + I said nothing, but looked the question, What are you laughing at? + </p> + <p> + —Why, I laughed because I couldn't help saying to myself that a + woman whose mind was taken up with thinking how she looked, and how her + pretty neighbor looked, wouldn't have a great deal of thought to spare for + all your fine discourse. + </p> + <p> + —Come, now,—said I,—a man who contradicts himself in the + course of two minutes must have a screw loose in his mental machinery. I + never feel afraid that such a thing can happen to me, though it happens + often enough when I turn a thought over suddenly, as you did that + five-cent piece the other day, that it reads differently on its two sides. + What I meant to say is something like this. A woman, notwithstanding she + is the best of listeners, knows her business, and it is a woman's business + to please. I don't say that it is not her business to vote, but I do say + that a woman who does not please is a false note in the harmonies of + nature. She may not have youth, or beauty, or even manner; but she must + have something in her voice or expression, or both, which it makes you + feel better disposed towards your race to look at or listen to. She knows + that as well as we do; and her first question after you have been talking + your soul into her consciousness is, Did I please? A woman never forgets + her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day. + </p> + <p> + —This frightful speech of mine reached the ear of our Scheherezade, + who said that it was perfectly shocking and that I deserved to be shown up + as the outlaw in one of her bandit stories. + </p> + <p> + Hush, my dear,—said the Lady,—you will have to bring John + Milton into your story with our friend there, if you punish everybody who + says naughty things like that. Send the little boy up to my chamber for + Paradise Lost, if you please. He will find it lying on my table. The + little old volume,—he can't mistake it. + </p> + <p> + So the girl called That Boy round and gave him the message; I don't know + why she should give it, but she did, and the Lady helped her out with a + word or two. + </p> + <p> + The little volume—its cover protected with soft white leather from a + long kid glove, evidently suggesting the brilliant assemblies of the days + when friends and fortune smiled-came presently and the Lady opened it.—You + may read that, if you like, she said,—it may show you that our + friend is to be pilloried in good company. + </p> + <p> + The Young Girl ran her eye along the passage the Lady pointed out, + blushed, laughed, and slapped the book down as though she would have liked + to box the ears of Mr. John Milton, if he had been a contemporary and + fellow-contributor to the “Weekly Bucket.”—I won't touch the thing,—she + said.—He was a horrid man to talk so: and he had as many wives as + Blue-Beard. + </p> + <p> + —Fair play,—said the Master.—Bring me the book, my + little fractional superfluity,—I mean you, my nursling,—my + boy, if that suits your small Highness better. + </p> + <p> + The Boy brought the book. + </p> + <p> + The old Master, not unfamiliar with the great epic opened pretty nearly to + the place, and very soon found the passage: He read, aloud with grand + scholastic intonation and in a deep voice that silenced the table as if a + prophet had just uttered Thus saith the Lord:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “So spake our sire, and by his countenance seemed + Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve + Perceiving—” + </pre> + <p> + went to water her geraniums, to make a short story of it, and left the two + “conversationists,” to wit, the angel Raphael and the gentleman,—there + was but one gentleman in society then, you know,—to talk it out. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Yet went she not, as not with such discourse + Delighted, or not capable her ear + Of what was high; such pleasure she reserved, + Adam relating, she sole auditress; + Her husband the relater she preferred + Before the angel, and of him to ask + Chose rather; he she knew would intermix + Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute + With conjugal caresses: from his lips + Not words alone pleased her.” + </pre> + <p> + Everybody laughed, except the Capitalist, who was a little hard of + hearing, and the Scarabee, whose life was too earnest for demonstrations + of that kind. He had his eyes fixed on the volume, however, with eager + interest. + </p> + <p> + —The p'int 's carried,—said the Member of the Haouse. + </p> + <p> + Will you let me look at that book a single minute?—said the + Scarabee. I passed it to him, wondering what in the world he wanted of + Paradise Lost. + </p> + <p> + Dermestes lardarius,—he said, pointing to a place where the edge of + one side of the outer cover had been slightly tasted by some insect.—Very + fond of leather while they 're in the larva state. + </p> + <p> + —Damage the goods as bad as mice,—said the Salesman. + </p> + <p> + —Eat half the binding off Folio 67,—said the Register of + Deeds. Something did, anyhow, and it was n't mice. Found the shelf covered + with little hairy cases belonging to something or other that had no + business there. + </p> + <p> + Skins of the Dermestes lardaraus,—said the Scarabee,—you can + always tell them by those brown hairy coats. That 's the name to give + them. + </p> + <p> + —What good does it do to give 'em a name after they 've eat the + binding off my folios?—asked the Register of Deeds. + </p> + <p> + The Scarabee had too much respect for science to answer such a question as + that; and the book, having served its purposes, was passed back to the + Lady. + </p> + <p> + I return to the previous question,—said I,—if our friend the + Member of the House of Representatives will allow me to borrow the phrase. + Womanly women are very kindly critics, except to themselves and now and + then to their own sex. The less there is of sex about a woman, the more + she is to be dreaded. But take a real woman at her best moment,—well + dressed enough to be pleased with herself, not so resplendent as to be a + show and a sensation, with those varied outside influences which set + vibrating the harmonic notes of her nature stirring in the air about her, + and what has social life to compare with one of those vital interchanges + of thought and feeling with her that make an hour memorable? What can + equal her tact, her delicacy, her subtlety of apprehension, her quickness + to feel the changes of temperature as the warm and cool currents of talk + blow by turns? At one moment she is microscopically intellectual, + critical, scrupulous in judgment as an analyst's balance, and the next as + sympathetic as the open rose that sweetens the wind from whatever quarter + it finds its way to her bosom. It is in the hospitable soul of a woman + that a man forgets he is a stranger, and so becomes natural and truthful, + at the same time that he is mesmerized by all those divine differences + which make her a mystery and a bewilderment to— + </p> + <p> + If you fire your popgun at me, you little chimpanzee, I will stick a pin + right through the middle of you and put you into one of this gentleman's + beetle-cases! + </p> + <p> + I caught the imp that time, but what started him was more than I could + guess. It is rather hard that this spoiled child should spoil such a + sentence as that was going to be; but the wind shifted all at once, and + the talk had to come round on another tack, or at least fall off a point + or two from its course. + </p> + <p> + —I'll tell you who I think are the best talkers in all probability, + —said I to the Master, who, as I mentioned, was developing + interesting talent as a listener,—poets who never write verses. And + there are a good many more of these than it would seem at first sight. I + think you may say every young lover is a poet, to begin with. I don't mean + either that all young lovers are good talkers,—they have an + eloquence all their own when they are with the beloved object, no doubt, + emphasized after the fashion the solemn bard of Paradise refers to with + such delicious humor in the passage we just heard,—but a little talk + goes a good way in most of these cooing matches, and it wouldn't do to + report them too literally. What I mean is, that a man with the gift of + musical and impassioned phrase (and love often deeds that to a young + person for a while), who “wreaks” it, to borrow Byron's word, on + conversation as the natural outlet of his sensibilities and spiritual + activities, is likely to talk better than the poet, who plays on the + instrument of verse. A great pianist or violinist is rarely a great + singer. To write a poem is to expend the vital force which would have made + one brilliant for an hour or two, and to expend it on an instrument with + more pipes, reeds, keys, stops, and pedals than the Great Organ that + shakes New England every time it is played in full blast. + </p> + <p> + Do you mean that it is hard work to write a poem?—said the old + Master.—I had an idea that a poem wrote itself, as it were, very + often; that it came by influx, without voluntary effort; indeed, you have + spoken of it as an inspiration rather than a result of volition. + </p> + <p> + —Did you ever see a great ballet-dancer?—I asked him. + </p> + <p> + —I have seen Taglioni,—he answered.—She used to take her + steps rather prettily. I have seen the woman that danced the capstone on + to Bunker Hill Monument, as Orpheus moved the rocks by music, the Elssler + woman,—Fanny Elssler. She would dance you a rigadoon or cut a + pigeon's wing for you very respectably. + </p> + <p> + (Confound this old college book-worm,—-he has seen everything!) + </p> + <p> + Well, did these two ladies dance as if it was hard work to them? + </p> + <p> + —Why no, I should say they danced as if they liked it and couldn't + help dancing; they looked as if they felt so “corky” it was hard to keep + them down. + </p> + <p> + —And yet they had been through such work to get their limbs strong + and flexible and obedient, that a cart-horse lives an easy life compared + to theirs while they were in training. + </p> + <p> + —The Master cut in just here—I had sprung the trap of a + reminiscence. + </p> + <p> + —When I was a boy,—he said,—some of the mothers in our + small town, who meant that their children should know what was what as + well as other people's children, laid their heads together and got a + dancing-master to come out from the city and give instruction at a few + dollars a quarter to the young folks of condition in the village. Some of + their husbands were ministers and some were deacons, but the mothers knew + what they were about, and they did n't see any reason why ministers' and + deacons' wives' children shouldn't have as easy manners as the sons and + daughters of Belial. So, as I tell you, they got a dancing-master to come + out to our place,—a man of good repute, a most respectable man,—madam + (to the Landlady), you must remember the worthy old citizen, in his + advanced age, going about the streets, a most gentlemanly bundle of + infirmities,—only he always cocked his hat a little too much on one + side, as they do here and there along the Connecticut River, and sometimes + on our city sidewalks, when they've got a new beaver; they got him, I say, + to give us boys and girls lessons in dancing and deportment. He was as + gray and as lively as a squirrel, as I remember him, and used to spring up + in the air and “cross his feet,” as we called it, three times before he + came down. Well, at the end of each term there was what they called an + “exhibition ball,” in which the scholars danced cotillons and + country-dances; also something called a “gavotte,” and I think one or more + walked a minuet. But all this is not what—I wanted to say. At this + exhibition ball he used to bring out a number of hoops wreathed with + roses, of the perennial kind, by the aid of which a number of amazingly + complicated and startling evolutions were exhibited; and also his two + daughters, who figured largely in these evolutions, and whose wonderful + performances to us, who had not seen Miss Taglioni or Miss Elssler, were + something quite bewildering, in fact, surpassing the natural possibilities + of human beings. Their extraordinary powers were, however, accounted for + by the following explanation, which was accepted in the school as entirely + satisfactory. A certain little bone in the ankles of each of these young + girls had been broken intentionally, secundum artem, at a very early age, + and thus they had been fitted to accomplish these surprising feats which + threw the achievements of the children who were left in the condition of + the natural man into ignominious shadow. + </p> + <p> + —Thank you,—said I,—you have helped out my illustration + so as to make it better than I expected. Let me begin again. Every poem + that is worthy of the name, no matter how easily it seems to be written, + represents a great amount of vital force expended at some time or other. + When you find a beach strewed with the shells and other spoils that + belonged once to the deep sea, you know the tide has been there, and that + the winds and waves have wrestled over its naked sands. And so, if I find + a poem stranded in my soul and have nothing to do but seize it as a + wrecker carries off the treasure he finds cast ashore, I know I have paid + at some time for that poem with some inward commotion, were it only an + excess of enjoyment, which has used up just so much of my vital capital. + But besides all the impressions that furnished the stuff of the poem, + there has been hard work to get the management of that wonderful + instrument I spoke of,—the great organ, language. An artist who + works in marble or colors has them all to himself and his tribe, but the + man who moulds his thought in verse has to employ the materials vulgarized + by everybody's use, and glorify them by his handling. I don't know that + you must break any bones in a poet's mechanism before his thought can + dance in rhythm, but read your Milton and see what training, what patient + labor, it took before he could shape our common speech into his majestic + harmonies. + </p> + <p> + It is rather singular, but the same kind of thing has happened to me not + very rarely before, as I suppose it has to most persons, that just when I + happened to be thinking about poets and their conditions, this very + morning, I saw a paragraph or two from a foreign paper which is apt to be + sharp, if not cynical, relating to the same matter. I can't help it; I + want to have my talk about it, and if I say the same things that writer + did, somebody else can have the satisfaction of saying I stole them all. + </p> + <p> + [I thought the person whom I have called hypothetically the Man of Letters + changed color a little and betrayed a certain awkward consciousness that + some of us were looking at him or thinking of him; but I am a little + suspicious about him and may do him wrong.] + </p> + <p> + That poets are treated as privileged persons by their admirers and the + educated public can hardly be disputed. That they consider themselves so + there is no doubt whatever. On the whole, I do not know so easy a way of + shirking all the civic and social and domestic duties, as to settle it in + one's mind that one is a poet. I have, therefore, taken great pains to + advise other persons laboring under the impression that they were gifted + beings, destined to soar in the atmosphere of song above the vulgar + realities of earth, not to neglect any homely duty under the influence of + that impression. The number of these persons is so great that if they were + suffered to indulge their prejudice against every-day duties and labors, + it would be a serious loss to the productive industry of the country. My + skirts are clear (so far as other people are concerned) of countenancing + that form of intellectual opium-eating in which rhyme takes the place of + the narcotic. But what are you going to do when you find John Keats an + apprentice to a surgeon or apothecary? Is n't it rather better to get + another boy to sweep out the shop and shake out the powders and stir up + the mixtures, and leave him undisturbed to write his Ode on a Grecian Urn + or to a Nightingale? Oh yes, the critic I have referred to would say, if + he is John Keats; but not if he is of a much lower grade, even though he + be genuine, what there is of him. But the trouble is, the sensitive + persons who belong to the lower grades of the poetical hierarchy do not—know + their own poetical limitations, while they do feel a natural unfitness and + disinclination for many pursuits which young persons of the average + balance of faculties take to pleasantly enough. What is forgotten is this, + that every real poet, even of the humblest grade, is an artist. Now I + venture to say that any painter or sculptor of real genius, though he may + do nothing more than paint flowers and fruit, or carve cameos, is + considered a privileged person. It is recognized perfectly that to get his + best work he must be insured the freedom from disturbances which the + creative power absolutely demands, more absolutely perhaps in these + slighter artists than in the great masters. His nerves must be steady for + him to finish a rose-leaf or the fold of a nymph's drapery in his best + manner; and they will be unsteadied if he has to perform the honest + drudgery which another can do for him quite as well. And it is just so + with the poet, though he were only finishing an epigram; you must no more + meddle roughly with him than you would shake a bottle of Chambertin and + expect the “sunset glow” to redden your glass unclouded. On the other + hand, it may be said that poetry is not an article of prime necessity, and + potatoes are. There is a disposition in many persons just now to deny the + poet his benefit of clergy, and to hold him no better than other people. + Perhaps he is not, perhaps he is not so good, half the time; but he is a + luxury, and if you want him you must pay for him, by not trying to make a + drudge of him while he is all his lifetime struggling with the chills and + heats of his artistic intermittent fever. + </p> + <p> + There may have been some lesser interruptions during the talk I have + reported as if it was a set speech, but this was the drift of what I said + and should have said if the other man, in the Review I referred to, had + not seen fit to meddle with the subject, as some fellow always does, just + about the time when I am going to say something about it. The old Master + listened beautifully, except for cutting in once, as I told you he did. + But now he had held in as long as it was in his nature to contain himself, + and must have his say or go off in an apoplexy, or explode in some way.—I + think you're right about the poets,—he said.—They are to + common folks what repeaters are to ordinary watches. They carry music in + their inside arrangements, but they want to be handled carefully or you + put them out of order. And perhaps you must n't expect them to be quite as + good timekeepers as the professional chronometer watches that make a + specialty of being exact within a few seconds a month. They think too much + of themselves. So does everybody that considers himself as having a right + to fall back on what he calls his idiosyncrasy. Yet a man has such a + right, and it is no easy thing to adjust the private claim to the fair + public demand on him. Suppose you are subject to tic douloureux, for + instance. Every now and then a tiger that nobody can see catches one side + of your face between his jaws and holds on till he is tired and lets go. + Some concession must be made to you on that score, as everybody can see. + It is fair to give you a seat that is not in the draught, and your friends + ought not to find fault with you if you do not care to join a party that + is going on a sleigh-ride. Now take a poet like Cowper. He had a mental + neuralgia, a great deal worse in many respects than tic douloureux + confined to the face. It was well that he was sheltered and relieved, by + the cares of kind friends, especially those good women, from as many of + the burdens of life as they could lift off from him. I am fair to the + poets,—don't you agree that I am? + </p> + <p> + Why, yes,—I said,—you have stated the case fairly enough, a + good deal as I should have put it myself. + </p> + <p> + Now, then,—the Master continued,—I 'll tell you what is + necessary to all these artistic idiosyncrasies to bring them into good + square human relations outside of the special province where their ways + differ from those of other people. I am going to illustrate what I mean by + a comparison. I don't know, by the way, but you would be disposed to think + and perhaps call me a wine-bibber on the strength of the freedom with + which I deal with that fluid for the purposes of illustration. But I make + mighty little use of it, except as it furnishes me an image now and then, + as it did, for that matter, to the Disciples and their Master. In my + younger days they used to bring up the famous old wines, the White-top, + the Juno, the Eclipse, the Essex Junior, and the rest, in their old + cobwebbed, dusty bottles. The resurrection of one of these old sepulchred + dignitaries had something of solemnity about it; it was like the + disinterment of a king; the bringing to light of the Royal Martyr King + Charles I., for instance, that Sir Henry Halford gave such an interesting + account of. And the bottle seemed to inspire a personal respect; it was + wrapped in a napkin and borne tenderly and reverently round to the guests, + and sometimes a dead silence went before the first gush of its amber + flood, and + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The boldest held his breath + For a time.” + </pre> + <p> + But nowadays the precious juice of a long-dead vintage is transferred + carefully into a cut-glass decanter, and stands side by side with the + sherry from a corner grocery, which looks just as bright and apparently + thinks just as well of itself. The old historic Madeiras, which have + warmed the periods of our famous rhetoricians of the past and burned in + the impassioned eloquence of our earlier political demigods, have nothing + to mark them externally but a bit of thread, it may be, round the neck of + the decanter, or a slip of ribbon, pink on one of them and blue on + another. + </p> + <p> + Go to a London club,—perhaps I might find something nearer home that + would serve my turn,—but go to a London club, and there you will see + the celebrities all looking alike modern, all decanted off from their + historic antecedents and their costume of circumstance into the every-day + aspect of the gentleman of common cultivated society. That is Sir Coeur de + Lion Plantagenet in the mutton-chop whiskers and the plain gray suit; + there is the Laureate in a frockcoat like your own, and the leader of the + House of Commons in a necktie you do not envy. That is the kind of thing + you want to take the nonsense out of you. If you are not decanted off from + yourself every few days or weeks, you will think it sacrilege to brush a + cobweb from your cork by and by. O little fool, that has published a + little book full of little poems or other sputtering tokens of an uneasy + condition, how I love you for the one soft nerve of special sensibility + that runs through your exiguous organism, and the one phosphorescent + particle in your unilluminated intelligence! But if you don't leave your + spun-sugar confectionery business once in a while, and come out among + lusty men,—the bristly, pachydermatous fellows that hew out the + highways for the material progress of society, and the broad-shouldered, + out-of-door men that fight for the great prizes of life,—you will + come to think that the spun-sugar business is the chief end of man, and + begin to feel and look as if you believed yourself as much above common + people as that personage of whom Tourgueneff says that “he had the air of + his own statue erected by national subscription.” + </p> + <p> + —The Master paused and fell into a deep thinking fit, as he does + sometimes. He had had his own say, it is true, but he had established his + character as a listener to my own perfect satisfaction, for I, too, was + conscious of having preached with a certain prolixity. + </p> + <p> + —I am always troubled when I think of my very limited mathematical + capacities. It seems as if every well-organized mind should be able to + handle numbers and quantities through their symbols to an indefinite + extent; and yet, I am puzzled by what seems to a clever boy with a turn + for calculation as plain as counting his fingers. I don't think any man + feels well grounded in knowledge unless he has a good basis of + mathematical certainties, and knows how to deal with them and apply them + to every branch of knowledge where they can come in to advantage. + </p> + <p> + Our Young Astronomer is known for his mathematical ability, and I asked + him what he thought was the difficulty in the minds that are weak in that + particular direction, while they may be of remarkable force in other + provinces of thought, as is notoriously the case with some men of great + distinction in science. + </p> + <p> + The young man smiled and wrote a few letters and symbols on a piece of + paper.—Can you see through that at once?—he said. + </p> + <p> + I puzzled over it for some minutes and gave it up. + </p> + <p> + —He said, as I returned it to him, You have heard military men say + that such a person had an eye for country, have n't you? One man will note + all the landmarks, keep the points of compass in his head, observe how the + streams run, in short, carry a map in his brain of any region that he has + marched or galloped through. Another man takes no note of any of these + things; always follows somebody else's lead when he can, and gets lost if + he is left to himself; a mere owl in daylight. Just so some men have an + eye for an equation, and would read at sight the one that you puzzled + over. It is told of Sir Isaac Newton that he required no demonstration of + the propositions in Euclid's Geometry, but as soon as he had read the + enunciation the solution or answer was plain at once. The power may be + cultivated, but I think it is to a great degree a natural gift, as is the + eye for color, as is the ear for music. + </p> + <p> + —I think I could read equations readily enough,—I said,—if + I could only keep my attention fixed on them; and I think I could keep my + attention on them if I were imprisoned in a thinking-cell, such as the + Creative Intelligence shapes for its studio when at its divinest work. + </p> + <p> + The young man's lustrous eyes opened very widely as he asked me to explain + what I meant. + </p> + <p> + —What is the Creator's divinest work?—I asked. + </p> + <p> + —Is there anything more divine than the sun; than a sun with its + planets revolving about it, warming them, lighting them, and giving + conscious life to the beings that move on them? + </p> + <p> + —You agree, then, that conscious life is the grand aim and end of + all this vast mechanism. Without life that could feel and enjoy, the + splendors and creative energy would all be thrown away. You know Harvey's + saying, omnia animalia ex ovo,—all animals come from an egg. You + ought to know it, for the great controversy going on about spontaneous + generation has brought it into special prominence lately. Well, then, the + ovum, the egg, is, to speak in human phrase, the Creator's more private + and sacred studio, for his magnum opus. Now, look at a hen's egg, which is + a convenient one to study, because it is large enough and built solidly + enough to look at and handle easily. That would be the form I would choose + for my thinking-cell. Build me an oval with smooth, translucent walls, and + put me in the centre of it with Newton's “Principia” or Kant's “Kritik,” + and I think I shall develop “an eye for an equation,” as you call it, and + a capacity for an abstraction. + </p> + <p> + But do tell me,—said the Astronomer, a little incredulously,—what + there is in that particular form which is going to help you to be a + mathematician or a metaphysician? + </p> + <p> + —It is n't help I want, it is removing hindrances. I don't want to + see anything to draw off my attention. I don't want a cornice, or an + angle, or anything but a containing curve. I want diffused light and no + single luminous centre to fix my eye, and so distract my mind from its one + object of contemplation. The metaphysics of attention have hardly been + sounded to their depths. The mere fixing the look on any single object for + a long time may produce very strange effects. Gibbon's well-known story of + the monks of Mount Athos and their contemplative practice is often laughed + over, but it has a meaning. They were to shut the door of the cell, + recline the beard and chin on the breast, and contemplate the abdominal + centre. + </p> + <p> + “At first all will be dark and comfortless; but if you persevere day and + night, you will feel an ineffable joy; and no sooner has the soul + discovered the place of the heart, than it is involved in a mystic and + ethereal light.” And Mr. Braid produces absolute anaesthesia, so that + surgical operations can be performed without suffering to the patient, + only by making him fix his eyes and his mind on a single object; and + Newton is said to have said, as you remember, “I keep the subject + constantly before me, and wait till the first dawnings open slowly by + little and little into a full and clear light.” These are different, but + certainly very wonderful, instances of what can be done by attention. But + now suppose that your mind is in its nature discursive, erratic, subject + to electric attractions and repulsions, volage; it may be impossible for + you to compel your attention except by taking away all external + disturbances. I think the poets have an advantage and a disadvantage as + compared with the steadier-going people. Life is so vivid to the poet, + that he is too eager to seize and exhaust its multitudinous impressions. + Like Sindbad in the valley of precious stones, he wants to fill his + pockets with diamonds, but, lo! there is a great ruby like a setting sun + in its glory, and a sapphire that, like Bryant's blue gentian, seems to + have dropped from the cerulean walls of heaven, and a nest of pearls that + look as if they might be unhatched angel's eggs, and so he hardly knows + what to seize, and tries for too many, and comes out of the enchanted + valley with more gems than he can carry, and those that he lets fall by + the wayside we call his poems. You may change the image a thousand ways to + show you how hard it is to make a mathematician or a logician out of a + poet. He carries the tropics with him wherever he goes; he is in the true + sense felius naturae, and Nature tempts him, as she tempts a child walking + through a garden where all the finest fruits are hanging over him and + dropping round him, where + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The luscious clusters of the vine + Upon (his) mouth do crush their wine, + The nectarine and curious peach, + Into (his) hands themselves do reach; +</pre> + <p> + and he takes a bite out of the sunny side of this and the other, and, ever + stimulated and never satisfied, is hurried through the garden, and, before + he knows it, finds himself at an iron gate which opens outward, and leaves + the place he knows and loves— + </p> + <p> + —For one he will perhaps soon learn to love and know better,—said + the Master.—But I can help you out with another comparison, not + quite so poetical as yours. Why did not you think of a railway-station, + where the cars stop five minutes for refreshments? Is n't that a picture + of the poet's hungry and hurried feast at the banquet of life? The + traveller flings himself on the bewildering miscellany of delicacies + spread before him, the various tempting forms of ambrosia and seducing + draughts of nectar, with the same eager hurry and restless ardor that you + describe in the poet. Dear me! If it wasn't for All aboard! that summons + of the deaf conductor which tears one away from his half-finished + sponge-cake and coffee, how I, who do not call myself a poet, but only a + questioner, should have enjoyed a good long stop—say a couple of + thousand years—at this way-station on the great railroad leading to + the unknown terminus! + </p> + <p> + —You say you are not a poet,—I said, after a little pause, in + which I suppose both of us were thinking where the great railroad would + land us after carrying us into the dark tunnel, the farther end of which + no man has seen and taken a return train to bring us news about it,—you + say you are not a poet, and yet it seems to me you have some of the + elements which go to make one. + </p> + <p> + —I don't think you mean to flatter me,—the Master answered,—and, + what is more, for I am not afraid to be honest with you, I don't think you + do flatter me. I have taken the inventory of my faculties as calmly as if + I were an appraiser. I have some of the qualities, perhaps I may say many + of the qualities, that make a man a poet, and yet I am not one. And in the + course of a pretty wide experience of men—and women—(the + Master sighed, I thought, but perhaps I was mistaken)—I have met a + good many poets who were not rhymesters and a good many rhymesters who + were not poets. So I am only one of the Voiceless, that I remember one of + you singers had some verses about. I think there is a little music in me, + but it has not found a voice, and it never will. If I should confess the + truth, there is no mere earthly immortality that I envy so much as the + poet's. If your name is to live at all, it is so much more to have it live + in people's hearts than only in their brains! I don't know that one's eyes + fill with tears when he thinks of the famous inventor of logarithms, but + song of Burns's or a hymn of Charles Wesley's goes straight to your heart, + and you can't help loving both of them, the sinner as well as the saint. + The works of other men live, but their personality dies out of their + labors; the poet, who reproduces himself in his creation, as no other + artist does or can, goes down to posterity with all his personality + blended with whatever is imperishable in his song. We see nothing of the + bees that built the honeycomb and stored it with its sweets, but we can + trace the veining in the wings of insects that flitted through the forests + which are now coal-beds, kept unchanging in the amber that holds them; and + so the passion of Sappho, the tenderness of Simonides, the purity of holy + George Herbert, the lofty contemplativeness of James Shirley, are before + us to-day as if they were living, in a few tears of amber verse. It seems, + when one reads, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright,” + </pre> + <p> + or, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The glories of our birth and state,” + </pre> + <p> + as if it were not a very difficult matter to gain immortality,—such + an immortality at least as a perishable language can give. A single lyric + is enough, if one can only find in his soul and finish in his intellect + one of those jewels fit to sparkle “on the stretched forefinger of all + time.” A coin, a ring, a string of verses. These last, and hardly anything + else does. Every century is an overloaded ship that must sink at last with + most of its cargo. The small portion of its crew that get on board the new + vessel which takes them off don't pretend to save a great many of the + bulky articles. But they must not and will not leave behind the hereditary + jewels of the race; and if you have found and cut a diamond, were it only + a spark with a single polished facet, it will stand a better chance of + being saved from the wreck than anything, no matter what, that wants much + room for stowage. + </p> + <p> + The pyramids last, it is true, but most of them have forgotten their + builders' names. But the ring of Thothmes III., who reigned some fourteen + hundred years before our era, before Homer sang, before the Argonauts + sailed, before Troy was built, is in the possession of Lord Ashburnham, + and proclaims the name of the monarch who wore it more than three thousand + years ago. The gold coins with the head of Alexander the Great are some of + them so fresh one might think they were newer than much of the silver + currency we were lately handling. As we have been quoting from the poets + this morning, I will follow the precedent, and give some lines from an + epistle of Pope to Addison after the latter had written, but not yet + published, his Dialogue on Medals. Some of these lines have been lingering + in my memory for a great many years, but I looked at the original the + other day and was so pleased with them that I got them by heart. I think + you will say they are singularly pointed and elegant. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Ambition sighed; she found it vain to trust + The faithless column and the crumbling bust; + Huge moles, whose shadows stretched from shore to shore, + Their ruins perished, and their place no more! + Convinced, she now contracts her vast design, + And all her triumphs shrink into a coin. + A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps, + Beneath her palm here sad Judaea weeps; + Now scantier limits the proud arch confine, + And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine; + A small Euphrates through the piece is rolled, + And little eagles wave their wings in gold.” + </pre> + <p> + It is the same thing in literature. Write half a dozen folios full of + other people's ideas (as all folios are pretty sure to be), and you serve + as ballast to the lower shelves of a library, about as like to be + disturbed as the kentledge in the hold of a ship. Write a story, or a + dozen stories, and your book will be in demand like an oyster while it is + freshly opened, and after tha—. The highways of literature are + spread over with the shells of dead novels, each of which has been + swallowed at a mouthful by the public, and is done with. But write a + volume of poems. No matter if they are all bad but one, if that one is + very good. It will carry your name down to posterity like the ring of + Thothmes, like the coin of Alexander. I don't suppose one would care a + great deal about it a hundred or a thousand years after he is dead, but I + don't feel quite sure. It seems as if, even in heaven, King David might + remember “The Lord is my Shepherd” with a certain twinge of earthly + pleasure. But we don't know, we don't know. + </p> + <p> + —What in the world can have become of That Boy and his popgun while + all this somewhat extended sermonizing was going on? I don't wonder you + ask, beloved Reader, and I suppose I must tell you how we got on so long + without interruption. Well, the plain truth is, the youngster was + contemplating his gastric centre, like the monks of Mount Athos, but in a + less happy state of mind than those tranquil recluses, in consequence of + indulgence in the heterogeneous assortment of luxuries procured with the + five-cent piece given him by the kind-hearted old Master. But you need not + think I am going to tell you every time his popgun goes off, making a + Selah of him whenever I want to change the subject. Occasionally he was + ill-timed in his artillery practice and ignominiously rebuked, sometimes + he was harmlessly playful and nobody minded him, but every now and then he + came in so apropos that I am morally certain he gets a hint from somebody + who watches the course of the conversation, and means through him to have + a hand in it and stop any of us when we are getting prosy. But in + consequence of That Boy's indiscretion, we were without a check upon our + expansiveness, and ran on in the way you have observed and may be disposed + to find fault with. + </p> + <p> + One other thing the Master said before we left the table, after our long + talk of that day. + </p> + <p> + —I have been tempted sometimes,—said he, to envy the immediate + triumphs of the singer. He enjoys all that praise can do for him and at + the very moment of exerting his talent. And the singing women! Once in a + while, in the course of my life, I have found myself in the midst of a + tulip-bed of full-dressed, handsome women in all their glory, and when + some one among them has shaken her gauzy wings, and sat down before the + piano, and then, only giving the keys a soft touch now and then to support + her voice, has warbled some sweet, sad melody intertwined with the + longings or regrets of some tender-hearted poet, it has seemed to me that + so to hush the rustling of the silks and silence the babble of the buds, + as they call the chicks of a new season, and light up the flame of romance + in cold hearts, in desolate ones, in old burnt-out ones,—like mine, + I was going to say, but I won't, for it isn't so, and you may laugh to + hear me say it isn't so, if you like,—was perhaps better than to be + remembered a few hundred years by a few perfect stanzas, when your + gravestone is standing aslant, and your name is covered over with a lichen + as big as a militia colonel's cockade, and nobody knows or cares enough + about you to scrape it off and set the tipsy old slate-stone upright + again. + </p> + <p> + —I said nothing in reply to this, for I was thinking of a sweet + singer to whose voice I had listened in its first freshness, and which is + now only an echo in my memory. If any reader of the periodical in which + these conversations are recorded can remember so far back as the first + year of its publication, he will find among the papers contributed by a + friend not yet wholly forgotten a few verses, lively enough in their way, + headed “The Boys.” The sweet singer was one of this company of college + classmates, the constancy of whose friendship deserves a better tribute + than the annual offerings, kindly meant, as they are, which for many years + have not been wanting at their social gatherings. The small company counts + many noted personages on its list, as is well known to those who are + interested in such local matters, but it is not known that every fifth man + of the whole number now living is more or less of a poet,—using that + word with a generous breadth of significance. But it should seem that the + divine gift it implies is more freely dispensed than some others, for + while there are (or were, for one has taken his Last Degree) eight musical + quills, there was but one pair of lips which could claim any special + consecration to vocal melody. Not that one that should undervalue the + half-recitative of doubtful barytones, or the brilliant escapades of + slightly unmanageable falsettos, or the concentrated efforts of the + proprietors of two or three effective notes, who may be observed lying in + wait for them, and coming down on them with all their might, and the look + on their countenances of “I too am a singer.” But the voice that led all, + and that all loved to listen to, the voice that was at once full, rich, + sweet, penetrating, expressive, whose ample overflow drowned all the + imperfections and made up for all the shortcomings of the others, is + silent henceforth forevermore for all earthly listeners. + </p> + <p> + And these were the lines that one of “The Boys,” as they have always + called themselves for ever so many years, read at the first meeting after + the voice which had never failed them was hushed in the stillness of + death. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + J. A. + + 1871. + + One memory trembles on our lips + It throbs in every breast; + In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse, + The shadow stands confessed. + + O silent voice, that cheered so long + Our manhood's marching day, + Without thy breath of heavenly song, + How weary seems the way! + + Vain every pictured phrase to tell + Our sorrowing hearts' desire; + The shattered harp, the broken shell, + The silent unstrung lyre; + + For youth was round us while he sang; + It glowed in every tone; + With bridal chimes the echoes rang, + And made the past our own. + + O blissful dream! Our nursery joys + We know must have an end, + But love and friendships broken toys + May God's good angels mend! + + The cheering smile, the voice of mirth + And laughter's gay surprise + That please the children born of earth, + Why deem that Heaven denies? + + Methinks in that refulgent sphere + That knows not sun or moon, + An earth-born saint might long to hear + One verse of “Bonny Doon”; + + Or walking through the streets of gold + In Heaven's unclouded light, + His lips recall the song of old + And hum “The sky is bright.” + + And can we smile when thou art dead? + Ah, brothers, even so! + The rose of summer will be red, + In spite of winter's snow. + + Thou wouldst not leave us all in gloom + Because thy song is still, + Nor blight the banquet-garland's bloom + With grief's untimely chill. + + The sighing wintry winds complain, + The singing bird has flown, + —Hark! heard I not that ringing strain, + That clear celestial tone? + + How poor these pallid phrases seem, + How weak this tinkling line, + As warbles through my waking dream + That angel voice of thine! + + Thy requiem asks a sweeter lay; + It falters on my tongue; + For all we vainly strive to say, + Thou shouldst thyself have sung! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V + </h2> + <p> + I fear that I have done injustice in my conversation and my report of it + to a most worthy and promising young man whom I should be very sorry to + injure in any way. Dr. Benjamin Franklin got hold of my account of my + visit to him, and complained that I had made too much of the expression he + used. He did not mean to say that he thought I was suffering from the rare + disease he mentioned, but only that the color reminded him of it. It was + true that he had shown me various instruments, among them one for + exploring the state of a part by means of a puncture, but he did not + propose to make use of it upon my person. In short, I had colored the + story so as to make him look ridiculous. + </p> + <p> + —I am afraid I did,—I said,—but was n't I colored myself + so as to look ridiculous? I've heard it said that people with the jaundice + see everything yellow; perhaps I saw things looking a little queerly, with + that black and blue spot I could n't account for threatening to make a + colored man and brother of me. But I am sorry if I have done you any + wrong. I hope you won't lose any patients by my making a little fun of + your meters and scopes and contrivances. They seem so odd to us outside + people. Then the idea of being bronzed all over was such an alarming + suggestion. But I did not mean to damage your business, which I trust is + now considerable, and I shall certainly come to you again if I have need + of the services of a physician. Only don't mention the names of any + diseases in English or Latin before me next time. I dreamed about cutis + oenea half the night after I came to see you. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Benjamin took my apology very pleasantly. He did not want to be touchy + about it, he said, but he had his way to make in the world, and found it a + little hard at first, as most young men did. People were afraid to trust + them, no matter how much they knew. One of the old doctors asked him to + come in and examine a patient's heart for him the other day. He went with + him accordingly, and when they stood by the bedside, he offered his + stethoscope to the old doctor. The old doctor took it and put the wrong + end to his ear and the other to the patient's chest, and kept it there + about two minutes, looking all the time as wise as an old owl. Then he, + Dr. Benjamin, took it and applied it properly, and made out where the + trouble was in no time at all. But what was the use of a young man's + pretending to know anything in the presence of an old owl? I saw by their + looks, he said, that they all thought I used the stethoscope wrong end up, + and was nothing but a 'prentice hand to the old doctor. + </p> + <p> + —I am much pleased to say that since Dr. Benjamin has had charge of + a dispensary district, and been visiting forty or fifty patients a day, I + have reason to think he has grown a great deal more practical than when I + made my visit to his office. I think I was probably one of his first + patients, and that he naturally made the most of me. But my second trial + was much more satisfactory. I got an ugly cut from the carving-knife in an + affair with a goose of iron constitution in which I came off second best. + I at once adjourned with Dr. Benjamin to his small office, and put myself + in his hands. It was astonishing to see what a little experience of + miscellaneous practice had done for him. He did not ask me anymore + questions about my hereditary predispositions on the paternal and maternal + sides. He did not examine me with the stethoscope or the laryngoscope. He + only strapped up my cut, and informed me that it would speedily get well + by the “first intention,”—an odd phrase enough, but sounding much + less formidable than cutis oenea. + </p> + <p> + I am afraid I have had something of the French prejudice which embodies + itself in the maxim “young surgeon, old physician.” But a young physician + who has been taught by great masters of the profession, in ample + hospitals, starts in his profession knowing more than some old doctors + have learned in a lifetime. Give him a little time to get the use of his + wits in emergencies, and to know the little arts that do so much for a + patient's comfort,—just as you give a young sailor time to get his + sea-legs on and teach his stomach to behave itself,—and he will do + well enough. + </p> + <p> + The old Master knows ten times more about this matter and about all the + professions, as he does about everything else, than I do. My opinion is + that he has studied two, if not three, of these professions in a regular + course. I don't know that he has ever preached, except as Charles Lamb + said Coleridge always did, for when he gets the bit in his teeth he runs + away with the conversation, and if he only took a text his talk would be a + sermon; but if he has not preached, he has made a study of theology, as + many laymen do. I know he has some shelves of medical books in his + library, and has ideas on the subject of the healing art. He confesses to + having attended law lectures and having had much intercourse with lawyers. + So he has something to say on almost any subject that happens to come up. + I told him my story about my visit to the young doctor, and asked him what + he thought of youthful practitioners in general and of Dr. Benjamin in + particular. + </p> + <p> + I 'll tell you what,—the Master said,—I know something about + these young fellows that come home with their heads full of “science,” as + they call it, and stick up their signs to tell people they know how to + cure their headaches and stomach-aches. Science is a first-rate piece of + furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the + ground-floor. But if a man has n't got plenty of good common sense, the + more science he has the worse for his patient. + </p> + <p> + —I don't know that I see exactly how it is worse for the patient,—I + said. + </p> + <p> + —Well, I'll tell you, and you'll find it's a mighty simple matter. + When a person is sick, there is always something to be done for him, and + done at once. If it is only to open or shut a window, if it is only to + tell him to keep on doing just what he is doing already, it wants a man to + bring his mind right down to the fact of the present case and its + immediate needs. Now the present case, as the doctor sees it, is just + exactly such a collection of paltry individual facts as never was before,—a + snarl and tangle of special conditions which it is his business to wind as + much thread out of as he can. It is a good deal as when a painter goes to + take the portrait of any sitter who happens to send for him. He has seen + just such noses and just such eyes and just such mouths, but he never saw + exactly such a face before, and his business is with that and no other + person's,—with the features of the worthy father of a family before + him, and not with the portraits he has seen in galleries or books, or Mr. + Copley's grand pictures of the fine old Tories, or the Apollos and + Jupiters of Greek sculpture. It is the same thing with the patient. His + disease has features of its own; there never was and never will be another + case in all respects exactly like it. If a doctor has science without + common sense, he treats a fever, but not this man's fever. If he has + common sense without science, he treats this man's fever without knowing + the general laws that govern all fevers and all vital movements. I 'll + tell you what saves these last fellows. They go for weakness whenever they + see it, with stimulants and strengtheners, and they go for overaction, + heat, and high pulse, and the rest, with cooling and reducing remedies. + That is three quarters of medical practice. The other quarter wants + science and common sense too. But the men that have science only, begin + too far back, and, before they get as far as the case in hand, the patient + has very likely gone to visit his deceased relatives. You remember Thomas + Prince's “Chronological History of New England,” I suppose? He begins, you + recollect, with Adam, and has to work down five thousand six hundred and + twenty-four years before he gets to the Pilgrim fathers and the Mayflower. + It was all very well, only it did n't belong there, but got in the way of + something else. So it is with “science” out of place. By far the larger + part of the facts of structure and function you find in the books of + anatomy and physiology have no immediate application to the daily duties + of the practitioner. You must learn systematically, for all that; it is + the easiest way and the only way that takes hold of the memory, except + mere empirical repetition, like that of the handicraftsman. Did you ever + see one of those Japanese figures with the points for acupuncture marked + upon it? + </p> + <p> + —I had to own that my schooling had left out that piece of + information. + </p> + <p> + Well, I 'll tell you about it. You see they have a way of pushing long, + slender needles into you for the cure of rheumatism and other complaints, + and it seems there is a choice of spots for the operation, though it is + very strange how little mischief it does in a good many places one would + think unsafe to meddle with. So they had a doll made, and marked the spots + where they had put in needles without doing any harm. They must have had + accidents from sticking the needles into the wrong places now and then, + but I suppose they did n't say a great deal about those. After a time, say + a few centuries of experience, they had their doll all spotted over with + safe places for sticking in the needles. That is their way of registering + practical knowledge: We, on the other hand, study the structure of the + body as a whole, systematically, and have no difficulty at all in + remembering the track of the great vessels and nerves, and knowing just + what tracks will be safe and what unsafe. It is just the same thing with + the geologists. Here is a man close by us boring for water through one of + our ledges, because somebody else got water somewhere else in that way; + and a person who knows geology or ought to know it, because he has given + his life to it, tells me he might as well bore there for lager-beer as for + water. + </p> + <p> + —I thought we had had enough of this particular matter, and that I + should like to hear what the Master had to say about the three professions + he knew something about, each compared with the others. + </p> + <p> + What is your general estimate of doctors, lawyers, and ministers?—said + I. + </p> + <p> + —Wait a minute, till I have got through with your first question,—said + the Master.—One thing at a time. You asked me about the young + doctors, and about our young doctor. They come home tres biens chausses, + as a Frenchman would say, mighty well shod with professional knowledge. + But when they begin walking round among their poor patients, they don't + commonly start with millionnaires,—they find that their new shoes of + scientific acquirements have got to be broken in just like a pair of boots + or brogans. I don't know that I have put it quite strong enough. Let me + try again. You've seen those fellows at the circus that get up on + horseback so big that you wonder how they could climb into the saddle. But + pretty soon they throw off their outside coat, and the next minute another + one, and then the one under that, and so they keep peeling off one garment + after another till people begin to look queer and think they are going too + far for strict propriety. Well, that is the way a fellow with a real + practical turn serves a good many of his scientific wrappers, flings 'em + off for other people to pick up, and goes right at the work of curing + stomach-aches and all the other little mean unscientific complaints that + make up the larger part of every doctor's business. I think our Dr. + Benjamin is a worthy young man, and if you are in need of a doctor at any + time I hope you will go to him; and if you come off without harm, I will + recommend some other friend to try him. + </p> + <p> + —I thought he was going to say he would try him in his own person, + but the Master is not fond of committing himself. + </p> + <p> + Now, I will answer your other question, he said. The lawyers are the + cleverest men, the ministers are the most learned, and the doctors are the + most sensible. + </p> + <p> + The lawyers are a picked lot, “first scholars” and the like, but their + business is as unsympathetic as Jack Ketch's. There is nothing humanizing + in their relations with their fellow-creatures. They go for the side that + retains them. They defend the man they know to be a rogue, and not very + rarely throw suspicion on the man they know to be innocent. Mind you, I am + not finding fault with them; every side of a case has a right to the best + statement it admits of; but I say it does not tend to make them + sympathetic. Suppose in a case of Fever vs. Patient, the doctor should + side with either party according to whether the old miser or his expectant + heir was his employer. Suppose the minister should side with the Lord or + the Devil, according to the salary offered and other incidental + advantages, where the soul of a sinner was in question. You can see what a + piece of work it would make of their sympathies. But the lawyers are + quicker witted than either of the other professions, and abler men + generally. They are good-natured, or, if they quarrel, their quarrels are + above-board. I don't think they are as accomplished as the ministers, but + they have a way of cramming with special knowledge for a case which leaves + a certain shallow sediment of intelligence in their memories about a good + many things. They are apt to talk law in mixed company, and they have a + way of looking round when they make a point, as if they were addressing a + jury, that is mighty aggravating, as I once had occasion to see when one + of 'em, and a pretty famous one, put me on the witness-stand at a + dinner-party once. + </p> + <p> + The ministers come next in point of talent. They are far more curious and + widely interested outside of their own calling than either of the other + professions. I like to talk with 'em. They are interesting men, full of + good feelings, hard workers, always foremost in good deeds, and on the + whole the most efficient civilizing class, working downwards from + knowledge to ignorance, that is,—not so much upwards, perhaps,—that + we have. The trouble is, that so many of 'em work in harness, and it is + pretty sure to chafe somewhere. They feed us on canned meats mostly. They + cripple our instincts and reason, and give us a crutch of doctrine. I have + talked with a great many of 'em of all sorts of belief, and I don't think + they are quite so easy in their minds, the greater number of them; nor so + clear in their convictions, as one would think to hear 'em lay down the + law in the pulpit. They used to lead the intelligence of their parishes; + now they do pretty well if they keep up with it, and they are very apt to + lag behind it. Then they must have a colleague. The old minister thinks he + can hold to his old course, sailing right into the wind's eye of human + nature, as straight as that famous old skipper John Bunyan; the young + minister falls off three or four points and catches the breeze that left + the old man's sails all shivering. By and by the congregation will get + ahead of him, and then it must, have another new skipper. The priest holds + his own pretty well; the minister is coming down every generation nearer + and nearer to the common level of the useful citizen,—no oracle at + all, but a man of more than average moral instincts, who, if he knows + anything, knows how little he knows. The ministers are good talkers, only + the struggle between nature and grace makes some of 'em a little awkward + occasionally. The women do their best to spoil 'em, as they do the poets; + you find it very pleasant to be spoiled, no doubt; so do they. Now and + then one of 'em goes over the dam; no wonder, they're always in the + rapids. + </p> + <p> + By this time our three ladies had their faces all turned toward the + speaker, like the weathercocks in a northeaster, and I thought it best to + switch off the talk on to another rail. + </p> + <p> + How about the doctors?—I said. + </p> + <p> + —Theirs is the least learned of the professions, in this country at + least. They have not half the general culture of the lawyers, nor a + quarter of that of the ministers. I rather think, though, they are more + agreeable to the common run of people than the men with black coats or the + men with green bags. People can swear before 'em if they want to, and they + can't very well before ministers. I don't care whether they want to swear + or not, they don't want to be on their good behavior. Besides, the + minister has a little smack of the sexton about him; he comes when people + are in extremis, but they don't send for him every time they make a slight + moral slip, tell a lie for instance, or smuggle a silk dress through the + customhouse; but they call in the doctor when a child is cutting a tooth + or gets a splinter in its finger. So it does n't mean much to send for + him, only a pleasant chat about the news of the day; for putting the baby + to rights does n't take long. Besides, everybody does n't like to talk + about the next world; people are modest in their desires, and find this + world as good as they deserve; but everybody loves to talk physic. + Everybody loves to hear of strange cases; people are eager to tell the + doctor of the wonderful cures they have heard of; they want to know what + is the matter with somebody or other who is said to be suffering from “a + complication of diseases,” and above all to get a hard name, Greek or + Latin, for some complaint which sounds altogether too commonplace in plain + English. If you will only call a headache a Cephalgia, it acquires dignity + at once, and a patient becomes rather proud of it. So I think doctors are + generally welcome in most companies. + </p> + <p> + In old times, when people were more afraid of the Devil and of witches + than they are now, they liked to have a priest or a minister somewhere + near to scare 'em off; but nowadays, if you could find an old woman that + would ride round the room on a broomstick, Barnum would build an + amphitheatre to exhibit her in; and if he could come across a young imp, + with hoofs, tail, and budding horns, a lineal descendant of one of those + “daemons” which the good people of Gloucester fired at, and were fired at + by “for the best part of a month together” in the year 1692, the great + showman would have him at any cost for his museum or menagerie. Men are + cowards, sir, and are driven by fear as the sovereign motive. Men are + idolaters, and want something to look at and kiss and hug, or throw + themselves down before; they always did, they always will; and if you + don't make it of wood, you must make it of words, which are just as much + used for idols as promissory notes are used for values. The ministers have + a hard time of it without bell and book and holy water; they are + dismounted men in armor since Luther cut their saddle-girths, and you can + see they are quietly taking off one piece of iron after another until some + of the best of 'em are fighting the devil (not the zoological Devil with + the big D) with the sword of the Spirit, and precious little else in the + way of weapons of offence or defence. But we couldn't get on without the + spiritual brotherhood, whatever became of our special creeds. There is a + genius for religion, just as there is for painting or sculpture. It is + half-sister to the genius for music, and has some of the features which + remind us of earthly love. But it lifts us all by its mere presence. To + see a good man and hear his voice once a week would be reason enough for + building churches and pulpits. The Master stopped all at once, and after + about half a minute laughed his pleasant laugh. + </p> + <p> + What is it?—I asked him. + </p> + <p> + I was thinking of the great coach and team that is carrying us fast + enough, I don't know but too fast, somewhere or other. The D. D.'s used to + be the leaders, but now they are the wheel-horses. It's pretty hard to + tell how much they pull, but we know they can hold back like the—- + </p> + <p> + —When we're going down hill,—I said, as neatly as if I had + been a High-Church curate trained to snap at the last word of the + response, so that you couldn't wedge in the tail of a comma between the + end of the congregation's closing syllable and the beginning of the next + petition. They do it well, but it always spoils my devotion. To save my + life, I can't help watching them, as I watch to see a duck dive at the + flash of a gun, and that is not what I go to church for. It is a juggler's + trick, and there is no more religion in it than in catching a ball on the + fly. + </p> + <p> + I was looking at our Scheherezade the other day, and thinking what a pity + it was that she had never had fair play in the world. I wish I knew more + of her history. There is one way of learning it,—making love to her. + I wonder whether she would let me and like it. It is an absurd thing, and + I ought not to confess, but I tell you and you only, Beloved, my heart + gave a perceptible jump when it heard the whisper of that possibility + overhead! Every day has its ebb and flow, but such a thought as that is + like one of those tidal waves they talk about, that rolls in like a great + wall and overtops and drowns out all your landmarks, and you, too, if you + don't mind what you are about and stand ready to run or climb or swim. Not + quite so bad as that, though, this time. I take an interest in our + Scheherezade. I am glad she did n't smile on the pipe and the + Bohemian-looking fellow that finds the best part of his life in sucking at + it. A fine thing, isn't it; for a young woman to marry a man who will hold + her + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse,” + </pre> + <p> + but not quite so good as his meerschaum? It is n't for me to throw stones, + though, who have been a Nicotian a good deal more than half my days. + Cigar-stump out now, and consequently have become very bitter on more + persevering sinners. I say I take an interest in our Scheherezade, but I + rather think it is more paternal than anything else, though my heart did + give that jump. It has jumped a good many times without anything very + remarkable coming of it. + </p> + <p> + This visit to the Observatory is going to bring us all, or most of us, + together in a new way, and it wouldn't be very odd if some of us should + become better acquainted than we ever have been. There is a chance for the + elective affinities. What tremendous forces they are, if two subjects of + them come within range! There lies a bit of iron. All the dynamic agencies + of the universe are pledged to hold it just in that position, and there it + will lie until it becomes a heap of red-brown rust. But see, I hold a + magnet to it,—it looks to you like just such a bit of iron as the + other,—and lo! it leaves them all,—the tugging of the mighty + earth; of the ghostly moon that walks in white, trailing the snaky waves + of the ocean after her; of the awful sun, twice as large as a sphere that + the whole orbit of the moon would but just girdle,—it leaves the + wrestling of all their forces, which are at a dead lock with each other, + all fighting for it, and springs straight to the magnet. What a lucky + thing it is for well-conducted persons that the maddening elective + affinities don't come into play in full force very often! + </p> + <p> + I suppose I am making a good deal more of our prospective visit than it + deserves. It must be because I have got it into my head that we are bound + to have some kind of sentimental outbreak amongst us, and that this will + give a chance for advances on the part of anybody disposed in that + direction. A little change of circumstance often hastens on a movement + that has been long in preparation. A chemist will show you a flask + containing a clear liquid; he will give it a shake or two, and the whole + contents of the flask will become solid in an instant. Or you may lay a + little heap of iron-filings on a sheet of paper with a magnet beneath it, + and they will be quiet enough as they are, but give the paper a slight jar + and the specks of metal will suddenly find their way to the north or the + south pole of the magnet and take a definite shape not unpleasing to + contemplate, and curiously illustrating the laws of attraction, + antagonism, and average, by which the worlds, conscious and unconscious, + are alike governed. So with our little party, with any little party of + persons who have got used to each other; leave them undisturbed and they + might remain in a state of equilibrium forever; but let anything give them + a shake or a jar, and the long-striving but hindered affinities come all + at once into play and finish the work of a year in five minutes. + </p> + <p> + We were all a good deal excited by the anticipation of this visit. The + Capitalist, who for the most part keeps entirely to himself, seemed to + take an interest in it and joined the group in the parlor who were making + arrangements as to the details of the eventful expedition, which was very + soon to take place. The Young Girl was full of enthusiasm; she is one of + those young persons, I think, who are impressible, and of necessity + depressible when their nervous systems are overtasked, but elastic, + recovering easily from mental worries and fatigues, and only wanting a + little change of their conditions to get back their bloom and + cheerfulness. I could not help being pleased to see how much of the child + was left in her, after all the drudgery she had been through. What is + there that youth will not endure and triumph over? Here she was; her story + for the week was done in good season; she had got rid of her villain by a + new and original catastrophe; she had received a sum of money for an extra + string of verses,—painfully small, it is true, but it would buy her + a certain ribbon she wanted for the great excursion; and now her eyes + sparkled so that I forgot how tired and hollow they sometimes looked when + she had been sitting up half the night over her endless manuscript. + </p> + <p> + The morning of the day we had looked forward to—promised as good an + evening as we could wish. The Capitalist, whose courteous and bland + demeanor would never have suggested the thought that he was a robber and + an enemy of his race, who was to be trampled underfoot by the beneficent + regenerators of the social order as preliminary to the universal reign of + peace on earth and good-will to men, astonished us all with a proposal to + escort the three ladies and procure a carriage for their conveyance. The + Lady thanked him in a very cordial way, but said she thought nothing of + the walk. The Landlady looked disappointed at this answer. For her part + she was on her legs all day and should be glad enough to ride, if so be he + was going to have a carriage at any rate. It would be a sight pleasanter + than to trudge afoot, but she would n't have him go to the expense on her + account. Don't mention it, madam,—r—said the Capitalist, in a + generous glow of enthusiasm. As for the Young Girl, she did not often get + a chance for a drive, and liked the idea of it for its own sake, as + children do, and she insisted that the Lady should go in the carriage with + her. So it was settled that the Capitalist should take the three ladies in + a carriage, and the rest of us go on foot. + </p> + <p> + The evening behaved as it was bound to do on so momentous an occasion. The + Capitalist was dressed with almost suspicious nicety. We pedestrians could + not help waiting to see them off, and I thought he handed the ladies into + the carriage with the air of a French marquis. + </p> + <p> + I walked with Dr. Benjamin and That Boy, and we had to keep the little imp + on the trot a good deal of the way in order not to be too long behind the + carriage party. The Member of the Haouse walked with our two dummies,—I + beg their pardon, I mean the Register of Deeds and the Salesman. + </p> + <p> + The Man of Letters, hypothetically so called, walked by himself, smoking a + short pipe which was very far from suggesting the spicy breezes that blow + soft from Ceylon's isle. + </p> + <p> + I suppose everybody who reads this paper has visited one or more + observatories, and of course knows all about them. But as it may hereafter + be translated into some foreign tongue and circulated among barbarous, but + rapidly improving people, people who have as yet no astronomers among + them, it may be well to give a little notion of what kind of place an + observatory is. + </p> + <p> + To begin then: a deep and solid stone foundation is laid in the earth, and + a massive pier of masonry is built up on it. A heavy block of granite + forms the summit of this pier, and on this block rests the equatorial + telescope. Around this structure a circular tower is built, with two or + more floors which come close up to the pier, but do not touch it at any + point. It is crowned with a hemispherical dome, which, I may remark, half + realizes the idea of my egg-shell studio. This dome is cleft from its base + to its summit by a narrow, ribbon-like opening, through which is seen the + naked sky. It revolves on cannon-balls, so easily that a single hand can + move it, and thus the opening may be turned towards any point of the + compass. As the telescope can be raised or depressed so as to be directed + to any elevation from the horizon to the zenith, and turned around the + entire circle with the dome, it can be pointed to any part of the heavens. + But as the star or other celestial object is always apparently moving, in + consequence of the real rotatory movement of the earth, the telescope is + made to follow it automatically by an ingenious clock-work arrangement. No + place, short of the temple of the living God, can be more solemn. The jars + of the restless life around it do not disturb the serene intelligence of + the half-reasoning apparatus. Nothing can stir the massive pier but the + shocks that shake the solid earth itself. When an earthquake thrills the + planet, the massive turret shudders with the shuddering rocks on which it + rests, but it pays no heed to the wildest tempest, and while the heavens + are convulsed and shut from the eye of the far-seeing instrument it waits + without a tremor for the blue sky to come back. It is the type of the true + and steadfast man of the Roman poet, whose soul remains unmoved while the + firmament cracks and tumbles about him. It is the material image of the + Christian; his heart resting on the Rock of Ages, his eye fixed on the + brighter world above. + </p> + <p> + I did not say all this while we were looking round among these wonders, + quite new to many of us. People don't talk in straight-off sentences like + that. They stumble and stop, or get interrupted, change a word, begin + again, miss connections of verbs and nouns, and so on, till they blunder + out their meaning. But I did let fall a word or two, showing the + impression the celestial laboratory produced upon me. I rather think I + must own to the “Rock of Ages” comparison. Thereupon the “Man of Letters,” + so called, took his pipe from his mouth, and said that he did n't go in + “for sentiment and that sort of thing. Gush was played out.” + </p> + <p> + The Member of the Haouse, who, as I think, is not wanting in that homely + good sense which one often finds in plain people from the huckleberry + districts, but who evidently supposes the last speaker to be what he calls + “a tahlented mahn,” looked a little puzzled. My remark seemed natural and + harmless enough to him, I suppose, but I had been distinctly snubbed, and + the Member of the Haouse thought I must defend myself, as is customary in + the deliberative body to which he belongs, when one gentleman accuses + another gentleman of mental weakness or obliquity. I could not make up my + mind to oblige him at that moment by showing fight. I suppose that would + have pleased my assailant, as I don't think he has a great deal to lose, + and might have made a little capital out of me if he could have got a + laugh out of the Member or either of the dummies,—I beg their pardon + again, I mean the two undemonstrative boarders. But I will tell you, + Beloved, just what I think about this matter. + </p> + <p> + We poets, you know, are much given to indulging in sentiment, which is a + mode of consciousness at a discount just now with the new generation of + analysts who are throwing everything into their crucibles. Now we must not + claim too much for sentiment. It does not go a great way in deciding + questions of arithmetic, or algebra, or geometry. Two and two will + undoubtedly make four, irrespective of the emotions or other + idiosyncrasies of the calculator; and the three angles of a triangle + insist on being equal to two right angles, in the face of the most + impassioned rhetoric or the most inspired verse. But inasmuch as religion + and law and the whole social order of civilized society, to say nothing of + literature and art, are so founded on and pervaded by sentiment that they + would all go to pieces without it, it is a word not to be used too lightly + in passing judgment, as if it were an element to be thrown out or treated + with small consideration. Reason may be the lever, but sentiment gives you + the fulcrum and the place to stand on if you want to move the world. Even + “sentimentality,” which is sentiment overdone, is better than that + affectation of superiority to human weakness which is only tolerable as + one of the stage properties of full-blown dandyism, and is, at best, but + half-blown cynicism; which participle and noun you can translate, if you + happen to remember the derivation of the last of them, by a single + familiar word. There is a great deal of false sentiment in the world, as + there is of bad logic and erroneous doctrine; but—it is very much + less disagreeable to hear a young poet overdo his emotions, or even + deceive himself about them, than to hear a caustic-epithet flinger + repeating such words as “sentimentality” and “entusymusy,”—one of + the least admirable of Lord Byron's bequests to our language,—for + the purpose of ridiculing him into silence. An overdressed woman is not so + pleasing as she might be, but at any rate she is better than the oil of + vitriol squirter, whose profession it is to teach young ladies to avoid + vanity by spoiling their showy silks and satins. + </p> + <p> + The Lady was the first of our party who was invited to look through the + equatorial. Perhaps this world had proved so hard to her that she was + pained to think that other worlds existed, to be homes of suffering and + sorrow. Perhaps she was thinking it would be a happy change when she + should leave this dark planet for one of those brighter spheres. She + sighed, at any rate, but thanked the Young Astronomer for the beautiful + sights he had shown her, and gave way to the next comer, who was That Boy, + now in a state of irrepressible enthusiasm to see the Man in the Moon. He + was greatly disappointed at not making out a colossal human figure moving + round among the shining summits and shadowy ravines of the “spotty globe.” + </p> + <p> + The Landlady came next and wished to see the moon also, in preference to + any other object. She was astonished at the revelations of the powerful + telescope. Was there any live creatures to be seen on the moon? she asked. + The Young Astronomer shook his head, smiling a little at the question.—Was + there any meet'n'-houses? There was no evidence, he said, that the moon + was inhabited. As there did not seem to be either air or water on its + surface, the inhabitants would have a rather hard time of it, and if they + went to meeting the sermons would be apt to be rather dry. If there were a + building on it as big as York minster, as big as the Boston Coliseum, the + great telescopes like Lord Rosse's would make it out. But it seemed to be + a forlorn place; those who had studied it most agreed in considering it a + “cold, crude, silent, and desolate” ruin of nature, without the + possibility, if life were on it, of articulate speech, of music, even of + sound. Sometimes a greenish tint was seen upon its surface, which might + have been taken for vegetation, but it was thought not improbably to be a + reflection from the vast forests of South America. The ancients had a + fancy, some of them, that the face of the moon was a mirror in which the + seas and shores of the earth were imaged. Now we know the geography of the + side toward us about as well as that of Asia, better than that of Africa. + The Astronomer showed them one of the common small photographs of the + moon. He assured them that he had received letters inquiring in all + seriousness if these alleged lunar photographs were not really taken from + a peeled orange. People had got angry with him for laughing at them for + asking such a question. Then he gave them an account of the famous + moon-hoax which came out, he believed, in 1835. It was full of the most + bare-faced absurdities, yet people swallowed it all, and even Arago is + said to have treated it seriously as a thing that could not well be true, + for Mr. Herschel would have certainly notified him of these marvellous + discoveries. The writer of it had not troubled himself to invent + probabilities, but had borrowed his scenery from the Arabian Nights and + his lunar inhabitants from Peter Wilkins. + </p> + <p> + After this lecture the Capitalist stepped forward and applied his eye to + the lens. I suspect it to have been shut most of the time, for I observe a + good many elderly people adjust the organ of vision to any optical + instrument in that way. I suppose it is from the instinct of protection to + the eye, the same instinct as that which makes the raw militia-man close + it when he pulls the trigger of his musket the first time. He expressed + himself highly gratified, however, with what he saw, and retired from the + instrument to make room for the Young Girl. + </p> + <p> + She threw her hair back and took her position at the instrument. Saint + Simeon Stylites the Younger explained the wonders of the moon to her,—Tycho + and the grooves radiating from it, Kepler and Copernicus with their + craters and ridges, and all the most brilliant shows of this wonderful + little world. I thought he was more diffuse and more enthusiastic in his + descriptions than he had been with the older members of the party. I don't + doubt the old gentleman who lived so long on the top of his pillar would + have kept a pretty sinner (if he could have had an elevator to hoist her + up to him) longer than he would have kept her grandmother. These young + people are so ignorant, you know. As for our Scheherezade, her delight was + unbounded, and her curiosity insatiable. If there were any living + creatures there, what odd things they must be. They could n't have any + lungs, nor any hearts. What a pity! Did they ever die? How could they + expire if they didn't breathe? Burn up? No air to burn in. Tumble into + some of those horrid pits, perhaps, and break all to bits. She wondered + how the young people there liked it, or whether there were any young + people there; perhaps nobody was young and nobody was old, but they were + like mummies all of them—what an idea —two mummies making love + to each other! So she went on in a rattling, giddy kind of way, for she + was excited by the strange scene in which she found herself, and quite + astonished the Young Astronomer with her vivacity. All at once she turned + to him. + </p> + <p> + Will you show me the double star you said I should see? + </p> + <p> + With the greatest pleasure,—he said, and proceeded to wheel the + ponderous dome, and then to adjust the instrument, I think to the one in + Andromeda, or that in Cygnus, but I should not know one of them from the + other. + </p> + <p> + How beautiful!—she said as she looked at the wonderful object.—One + is orange red and one is emerald green. + </p> + <p> + The young man made an explanation in which he said something about + complementary colors. + </p> + <p> + Goodness!—exclaimed the Landlady.—What! complimentary to our + party? + </p> + <p> + Her wits must have been a good deal confused by the strange sights of the + evening. She had seen tickets marked complimentary, she remembered, but + she could not for the life of her understand why our party should be + particularly favored at a celestial exhibition like this. On the whole, + she questioned inwardly whether it might not be some subtle pleasantry, + and smiled, experimentally, with a note of interrogation in the smile, + but, finding no encouragement, allowed her features to subside gradually + as if nothing had happened. I saw all this as plainly as if it had all + been printed in great-primer type, instead of working itself out in her + features. I like to see other people muddled now and then, because my own + occasional dulness is relieved by a good solid background of stupidity in + my neighbors. + </p> + <p> + —And the two revolve round each other?—said the Young Girl. + </p> + <p> + —Yes,—he answered,—two suns, a greater and a less, each + shining, but with a different light, for the other. + </p> + <p> + —How charming! It must be so much pleasanter than to be alone in + such a great empty space! I should think one would hardly care to shine if + its light wasted itself in the monstrous solitude of the sky. Does not a + single star seem very lonely to you up there? + </p> + <p> + —Not more lonely than I am myself,—answered the Young + Astronomer. + </p> + <p> + —I don't know what there was in those few words, but I noticed that + for a minute or two after they, were uttered I heard the ticking of the + clock-work that moved the telescope as clearly as if we had all been + holding our breath, and listening for the music of the spheres. + </p> + <p> + The Young Girl kept her eye closely applied to the eye-piece of the + telescope a very long time, it seemed to me. Those double stars interested + her a good deal, no doubt. When she looked off from the glass I thought + both her eyes appeared very much as if they had been a little strained, + for they were suffused and glistening. It may be that she pitied the + lonely young man. + </p> + <p> + I know nothing in the world tenderer than the pity that a kind-hearted + young girl has for a young man who feels lonely. It is true that these + dear creatures are all compassion for every form of human woe, and anxious + to alleviate all human misfortunes. They will go to Sunday-schools through + storms their brothers are afraid of, to teach the most unpleasant and + intractable classes of little children the age of Methuselah and the + dimensions of Og the King of Bashan's bedstead. They will stand behind a + table at a fair all day until they are ready to drop, dressed in their + prettiest clothes and their sweetest smiles, and lay hands upon you, like—so + many Lady Potiphars,—perfectly correct ones, of course,—to + make you buy what you do not want, at prices which you cannot afford; all + this as cheerfully as if it were not martyrdom to them as well as to you. + Such is their love for all good objects, such their eagerness to + sympathize with all their suffering fellow-creatures! But there is nothing + they pity as they pity a lonely young man. + </p> + <p> + I am sure, I sympathize with her in this instance. To see a pale student + burning away, like his own midnight lamp, with only dead men's hands to + hold, stretched out to him from the sepulchres of books, and dead men's + souls imploring him from their tablets to warm them over again just for a + little while in a human consciousness, when all this time there are soft, + warm, living hands that would ask nothing better than to bring the blood + back into those cold thin fingers, and gently caressing natures that would + wind all their tendrils about the unawakened heart which knows so little + of itself, is pitiable enough and would be sadder still if we did not have + the feeling that sooner or later the pale student will be pretty sure to + feel the breath of a young girl against his cheek as she looks over his + shoulder; and that he will come all at once to an illuminated page in his + book that never writer traced in characters, and never printer set up in + type, and never binder enclosed within his covers! But our young man seems + farther away from life than any student whose head is bent downwards over + his books. His eyes are turned away from all human things. How cold the + moonlight is that falls upon his forehead, and how white he looks in it! + Will not the rays strike through to his brain at last, and send him to a + narrower cell than this egg-shell dome which is his workshop and his + prison? + </p> + <p> + I cannot say that the Young Astronomer seemed particularly impressed with + a sense of his miserable condition. He said he was lonely, it is true, but + he said it in a manly tone, and not as if he were repining at the + inevitable condition of his devoting himself to that particular branch of + science. Of course, he is lonely, the most lonely being that lives in the + midst of our breathing world. If he would only stay a little longer with + us when we get talking; but he is busy almost always either in observation + or with his calculations and studies, and when the nights are fair loses + so much sleep that he must make it up by day. He wants contact with human + beings. I wish he would change his seat and come round and sit by our + Scheherezade! + </p> + <p> + The rest of the visit went off well enough, except that the “Man of + Letters,” so called, rather snubbed some of the heavenly bodies as not + quite up to his standard of brilliancy. I thought myself that the + double-star episode was the best part of it. + </p> + <p> + I have an unexpected revelation to make to the reader. Not long after our + visit to the Observatory, the Young Astronomer put a package into my + hands, a manuscript, evidently, which he said he would like to have me + glance over. I found something in it which interested me, and told him the + next day that I should like to read it with some care. He seemed rather + pleased at this, and said that he wished I would criticise it as roughly + as I liked, and if I saw anything in it which might be dressed to better + advantage to treat it freely, just as if it were my own production. It had + often happened to him, he went on to say, to be interrupted in his + observations by clouds covering the objects he was examining for a longer + or shorter time. In these idle moments he had put down many thoughts, + unskilfully he feared, but just as they came into his mind. His blank + verse he suspected was often faulty. His thoughts he knew must be crude, + many of them. It would please him to have me amuse myself by putting them + into shape. He was kind enough to say that I was an artist in words, but + he held himself as an unskilled apprentice. + </p> + <p> + I confess I was appalled when I cast my eye upon the title of the + manuscript, “Cirri and Nebulae.” + </p> + <p> + —Oh! oh!—I said,—that will never do. People don't know + what Cirri are, at least not one out of fifty readers. “Wind-Clouds and + Star-Drifts” will do better than that. + </p> + <p> + —Anything you like,—he answered,—what difference does it + make how you christen a foundling? These are not my legitimate scientific + offspring, and you may consider them left on your doorstep. + </p> + <p> + —I will not attempt to say just how much of the diction of these + lines belongs to him, and how much to me. He said he would never claim + them, after I read them to him in my version. I, on my part, do not wish + to be held responsible for some of his more daring thoughts, if I should + see fit to reproduce them hereafter. At this time I shall give only the + first part of the series of poetical outbreaks for which the young devotee + of science must claim his share of the responsibility. I may put some more + passages into shape by and by. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + I + + Another clouded night; the stars are hid, + The orb that waits my search is hid with them. + Patience! Why grudge an hour, a month, a year, + To plant my ladder and to gain the round + That leads my footsteps to the heaven of fame, + Where waits the wreath my sleepless midnights won? + Not the stained laurel such as heroes wear + That withers when some stronger conqueror's heel + Treads down their shrivelling trophies in the dust; + But the fair garland whose undying green + Not time can change, nor wrath of gods or men! + + With quickened heart-beats I shall hear the tongues + That speak my praise; but better far the sense + That in the unshaped ages, buried deep + In the dark mines of unaccomplished time + Yet to be stamped with morning's royal die + And coined in golden days,—in those dim years + I shall be reckoned with the undying dead, + My name emblazoned on the fiery arch, + Unfading till the stars themselves shall fade. + Then, as they call the roll of shining worlds, + Sages of race unborn in accents new + Shall count me with the Olympian ones of old, + Whose glories kindle through the midnight sky + Here glows the God of Battles; this recalls + The Lord of Ocean, and yon far-off sphere + The Sire of Him who gave his ancient name + To the dim planet with the wondrous rings; + Here flames the Queen of Beauty's silver lamp, + And there the moon-girt orb of mighty Jove; + But this, unseen through all earth's aeons past, + A youth who watched beneath the western star + Sought in the darkness, found, and showed to men; + Linked with his name thenceforth and evermore! + So shall that name be syllabled anew + In all the tongues of all the tribes of men: + I that have been through immemorial years + Dust in the dust of my forgotten time + Shall live in accents shaped of blood-warm breath, + Yea, rise in mortal semblance, newly born + In shining stone, in undecaying bronze, + And stand on high, and look serenely down + On the new race that calls the earth its own. + + Is this a cloud, that, blown athwart my soul, + Wears a false seeming of the pearly stain + Where worlds beyond the world their mingling rays + Blend in soft white,—a cloud that, born of earth, + Would cheat the soul that looks for light from heaven? + Must every coral-insect leave his sign + On each poor grain he lent to build the reef, + As Babel's builders stamped their sunburnt clay, + Or deem his patient service all in vain? + What if another sit beneath the shade + Of the broad elm I planted by the way, + —What if another heed the beacon light + I set upon the rock that wrecked my keel, + Have I not done my task and served my kind? + Nay, rather act thy part, unnamed, unknown, + And let Fame blow her trumpet through the world + With noisy wind to swell a fool's renown, + Joined with some truth be stumbled blindly o'er, + Or coupled with some single shining deed + That in the great account of all his days + Will stand alone upon the bankrupt sheet + His pitying angel shows the clerk of Heaven. + The noblest service comes from nameless hands, + And the best servant does his work unseen. + Who found the seeds of fire and made them shoot, + Fed by his breath, in buds and flowers of flame? + Who forged in roaring flames the ponderous stone, + And shaped the moulded metal to his need? + Who gave the dragging car its rolling wheel, + And tamed the steed that whirls its circling round? + All these have left their work and not their names, + Why should I murmur at a fate like theirs? + This is the heavenly light; the pearly stain + Was but a wind-cloud drifting oer the stars! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI + </h2> + <p> + I find I have so many things in common with the old Master of Arts, that I + do not always know whether a thought was originally his or mine. That is + what always happens where two persons of a similar cast of mind talk much + together. And both of them often gain by the interchange. Many ideas grow + better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they + sprang up. That which was a weed in one intelligence becomes a flower in + the other. A flower, on the other hand, may dwindle down to a mere weed by + the same change. Healthy growths may become poisonous by falling upon the + wrong mental soil, and what seemed a night-shade in one mind unfold as a + morning-glory in the other. + </p> + <p> + —I thank God,—the Master said,—that a great many people + believe a great deal more than I do. I think, when it comes to serious + matters, I like those who believe more than I do better than those who + believe less. + </p> + <p> + —Why,—said I,—you have got hold of one of my own working + axioms. I should like to hear you develop it. + </p> + <p> + The Member of the Haouse said he should be glad to listen to the debate. + The gentleman had the floor. The Scarabee rose from his chair and + departed;—I thought his joints creaked as he straightened himself. + </p> + <p> + The Young Girl made a slight movement; it was a purely accidental + coincidence, no doubt, but I saw That Boy put his hand in his pocket and + pull out his popgun, and begin loading it. It cannot be that our + Scheherezade, who looks so quiet and proper at the table, can make use of + That Boy and his catapult to control the course of conversation and change + it to suit herself! She certainly looks innocent enough; but what does a + blush prove, and what does its absence prove, on one of these innocent + faces? There is nothing in all this world that can lie and cheat like the + face and the tongue of a young girl. Just give her a little touch of + hysteria,—I don't mean enough of it to make her friends call the + doctor in, but a slight hint of it in the nervous system,—and + “Machiavel the waiting-maid” might take lessons of her. But I cannot think + our Scheherezade is one of that kind, and I am ashamed of myself for + noting such a trifling coincidence as that which excited my suspicion. + </p> + <p> + —I say,—the Master continued,—that I had rather be in + the company of those who believe more than I do, in spiritual matters at + least, than of those who doubt what I accept as a part of my belief. + </p> + <p> + —To tell the truth,—said I,—I find that difficulty + sometimes in talking with you. You have not quite so many hesitations as I + have in following out your logical conclusions. I suppose you would bring + some things out into daylight questioning that I had rather leave in that + twilight of half-belief peopled with shadows—if they are only + shadows—more sacred to me than many realities. + </p> + <p> + There is nothing I do not question,—said the Master;—I not + only begin with the precept of Descartes, but I hold all my opinions + involving any chain of reasoning always open to revision. + </p> + <p> + —I confess that I smiled internally to hear him say that. The old + Master thinks he is open to conviction on all subjects; but if you meddle + with some of his notions and don't get tossed on his horns as if a bull + had hold of you, I should call you lucky. + </p> + <p> + —You don't mean you doubt everything?—I said. + </p> + <p> + —What do you think I question everything for, the Master replied,—if + I never get any answers? You've seen a blind man with a stick, feeling his + way along? Well, I am a blind man with a stick, and I find the world + pretty full of men just as blind as I am, but without any stick. I try the + ground to find out whether it is firm or not before I rest my weight on + it; but after it has borne my weight, that question at least is answered. + It very certainly was strong enough once; the presumption is that it is + strong enough now. Still the soil may have been undermined, or I may have + grown heavier. Make as much of that as you will. I say I question + everything; but if I find Bunker Hill Monument standing as straight as + when I leaned against it a year or ten years ago, I am not very much + afraid that Bunker Hill will cave in if I trust myself again on the soil + of it. + </p> + <p> + I glanced off, as one often does in talk. + </p> + <p> + The Monument is an awful place to visit,—I said.—The waves of + time are like the waves of the ocean; the only thing they beat against + without destroying it is a rock; and they destroy that at last. But it + takes a good while. There is a stone now standing in very good order that + was as old as a monument of Louis XIV. and Queen Anne's day is now when + Joseph went down into Egypt. Think of the shaft on Bunker Hill standing in + the sunshine on the morning of January 1st in the year 5872! + </p> + <p> + It won't be standing,—the Master said.—We are poor bunglers + compared to those old Egyptians. There are no joints in one of their + obelisks. They are our masters in more ways than we know of, and in more + ways than some of us are willing to know. That old Lawgiver wasn't learned + in all the wisdom of the Egyptians for nothing. It scared people well a + couple of hundred years ago when Sir John Marsham and Dr. John Spencer + ventured to tell their stories about the sacred ceremonies of the Egyptian + priesthood. People are beginning to find out now that you can't study any + religion by itself to any good purpose. You must have comparative theology + as you have comparative anatomy. What would you make of a cat's foolish + little good-for-nothing collar-bone, if you did not know how the same bone + means a good deal in other creatures,—in yourself, for instance, as + you 'll find out if you break it? You can't know too much of your race and + its beliefs, if you want to know anything about your Maker. I never found + but one sect large enough to hold the whole of me. + </p> + <p> + —And may I ask what that was?—I said. + </p> + <p> + —The Human sect,—the Master answered. That has about room + enough for me,—at present, I mean to say. + </p> + <p> + —Including cannibals and all?—said I. + </p> + <p> + -Oh, as to that, the eating of one's kind is a matter of taste, but the + roasting of them has been rather more a specialty of our own particular + belief than of any other I am acquainted with. If you broil a saint, I + don't see why, if you have a mind, you shouldn't serve him up at your— + </p> + <p> + Pop! went the little piece of artillery. Don't tell me it was accident. I + know better. You can't suppose for one minute that a boy like that one + would time his interruptions so cleverly. Now it so happened that at that + particular moment Dr. B. Franklin was not at the table. You may draw your + own conclusions. I say nothing, but I think a good deal. + </p> + <p> + —I came back to the Bunker Hill Monument.—I often think—I + said—of the dynasty which is to reign in its shadow for some + thousands of years, it may be. + </p> + <p> + The “Man of Letters,” so called, asked me, in a tone I did not exactly + like, whether I expected to live long enough to see a monarchy take the + place of a republic in this country. + </p> + <p> + —No,—said I,—I was thinking of something very different. + I was indulging a fancy of mine about the Man who is to sit at the foot of + the monument for one, or it may be two or three thousand years. As long as + the monument stands and there is a city near it, there will always be a + man to take the names of visitors and extract some small tribute from + their pockets, I suppose. I sometimes get thinking of the long, unbroken + succession of these men, until they come to look like one Man; continuous + in being, unchanging as the stone he watches, looking upon the successive + generations of human beings as they come and go, and outliving all the + dynasties of the world in all probability. It has come to such a pass that + I never speak to the Man of the Monument without wanting to take my hat + off and feeling as if I were looking down a vista of twenty or thirty + centuries. + </p> + <p> + The “Man of Letters,” so called, said, in a rather contemptuous way, I + thought, that he had n't got so far as that. He was n't quite up to moral + reflections on toll-men and ticket-takers. Sentiment was n't his tap. + </p> + <p> + He looked round triumphantly for a response: but the Capitalist was a + little hard of hearing just then; the Register of Deeds was browsing on + his food in the calm bovine abstraction of a quadruped, and paid no + attention; the Salesman had bolted his breakfast, and whisked himself away + with that peculiar alacrity which belongs to the retail dealer's + assistant; and the Member of the Haouse, who had sometimes seemed to be + impressed with his “tahlented mahn's” air of superiority to the rest of + us, looked as if he thought the speaker was not exactly parliamentary. So + he failed to make his point, and reddened a little, and was not in the + best humor, I thought, when he left the table. I hope he will not let off + any of his irritation on our poor little Scheherezade; but the truth is, + the first person a man of this sort (if he is what I think him) meets, + when he is out of humor, has to be made a victim of, and I only hope our + Young Girl will not have to play Jephthah's daughter. + </p> + <p> + And that leads me to say, I cannot help thinking that the kind of + criticism to which this Young Girl has been subjected from some person or + other, who is willing to be smart at her expense, is hurtful and not + wholesome. The question is a delicate one. So many foolish persons are + rushing into print, that it requires a kind of literary police to hold + them back and keep them in order. Where there are mice there must be cats, + and where there are rats we may think it worth our while to keep a + terrier, who will give them a shake and let them drop, with all the + mischief taken out of them. But the process is a rude and cruel one at + best, and it too often breeds a love of destructiveness for its own sake + in those who get their living by it. A poor poem or essay does not do much + harm after all; nobody reads it who is like to be seriously hurt by it. + But a sharp criticism with a drop of witty venom in it stings a young + author almost to death, and makes an old one uncomfortable to no purpose. + If it were my business to sit in judgment on my neighbors, I would try to + be courteous, at least, to those who had done any good service, but, above + all, I would handle tenderly those young authors who are coming before the + public in the flutter of their first or early appearance, and are in the + trembling delirium of stage-fright already. Before you write that + brilliant notice of some alliterative Angelina's book of verses, I wish + you would try this experiment. + </p> + <p> + Take half a sheet of paper and copy upon it any of Angelina's stanzas,—the + ones you were going to make fun of, if you will. Now go to your window, if + it is a still day, open it, and let the half-sheet of paper drop on the + outside. How gently it falls through the soft air, always tending + downwards, but sliding softly, from side to side, wavering, hesitating, + balancing, until it settles as noiselessly as a snow-flake upon the + all-receiving bosom of the earth! Just such would have been the fate of + poor Angelina's fluttering effort, if you had left it to itself. It would + have slanted downward into oblivion so sweetly and softly that she would + have never known when it reached that harmless consummation. + </p> + <p> + Our epizoic literature is becoming so extensive that nobody is safe from + its ad infinitum progeny. A man writes a book of criticisms. A Quarterly + Review criticises the critic. A Monthly Magazine takes up the critic's + critic. A Weekly Journal criticises the critic of the critic's critic, and + a daily paper favors us with some critical remarks on the performance of + the writer in the Weekly, who has criticised the critical notice in the + Monthly of the critical essay in the Quarterly on the critical work we + started with. And thus we see that as each flea “has smaller fleas that on + him prey,” even the critic himself cannot escape the common lot of being + bitten. Whether all this is a blessing or a curse, like that one which + made Pharaoh and all his household run to their toilet-tables, is a + question about which opinions might differ. The physiologists of the time + of Moses—if there were vivisectors other than priests in those days—would + probably have considered that other plague, of the frogs, as a fortunate + opportunity for science, as this poor little beast has been the + souffre-douleur of experimenters and schoolboys from time immemorial. + </p> + <p> + But there is a form of criticism to which none will object. It is + impossible to come before a public so alive with sensibilities as this we + live in, with the smallest evidence of a sympathetic disposition, without + making friends in a very unexpected way. Everywhere there are minds + tossing on the unquiet waves of doubt. If you confess to the same + perplexities and uncertainties that torture them, they are grateful for + your companionship. If you have groped your way out of the wilderness in + which you were once wandering with them, they will follow your footsteps, + it may be, and bless you as their deliverer. So, all at once, a writer + finds he has a parish of devout listeners, scattered, it is true, beyond + the reach of any summons but that of a trumpet like the archangel's, to + whom his slight discourse may be of more value than the exhortations they + hear from the pulpit, if these last do not happen to suit their special + needs. Young men with more ambition and intelligence than force of + character, who have missed their first steps in life and are stumbling + irresolute amidst vague aims and changing purposes, hold out their hands, + imploring to be led into, or at least pointed towards, some path where + they can find a firm foothold. Young women born into a chilling atmosphere + of circumstance which keeps all the buds of their nature unopened and + always striving to get to a ray of sunshine, if one finds its way to their + neighborhood, tell their stories, sometimes simply and touchingly, + sometimes in a more or less affected and rhetorical way, but still stories + of defeated and disappointed instincts which ought to make any moderately + impressible person feel very tenderly toward them. + </p> + <p> + In speaking privately to these young persons, many of whom have literary + aspirations, one should be very considerate of their human feelings. But + addressing them collectively a few plain truths will not give any one of + them much pain. Indeed, almost every individual among them will feel sure + that he or she is an exception to those generalities which apply so well + to the rest. + </p> + <p> + If I were a literary Pope sending out an Encyclical, I would tell these + inexperienced persons that nothing is so frequent as to mistake an + ordinary human gift for a special and extraordinary endowment. The + mechanism of breathing and that of swallowing are very wonderful, and if + one had seen and studied them in his own person only, he might well think + himself a prodigy. Everybody knows these and other bodily faculties are + common gifts; but nobody except editors and school-teachers and here and + there a literary than knows how common is the capacity of rhyming and + prattling in readable prose, especially among young women of a certain + degree of education. In my character of Pontiff, I should tell these young + persons that most of them labored under a delusion. It is very hard to + believe it; one feels so full of intelligence and so decidedly superior to + one's dull relations and schoolmates; one writes so easily and the lines + sound so prettily to one's self; there are such felicities of expression, + just like those we hear quoted from the great poets; and besides one has + been told by so many friends that all one had to do was to print and be + famous! Delusion, my poor dear, delusion at least nineteen times out of + twenty, yes, ninety-nine times in a hundred. + </p> + <p> + But as private father confessor, I always allow as much as I can for the + one chance in the hundred. I try not to take away all hope, unless the + case is clearly desperate, and then to direct the activities into some + other channel. + </p> + <p> + Using kind language, I can talk pretty freely. I have counselled more than + one aspirant after literary fame to go back to his tailor's board or his + lapstone. I have advised the dilettanti, whose foolish friends praised + their verses or their stories, to give up all their deceptive dreams of + making a name by their genius, and go to work in the study of a profession + which asked only for the diligent use of average; ordinary talents. It is + a very grave responsibility which these unknown correspondents throw upon + their chosen counsellors. One whom you have never seen, who lives in a + community of which you know nothing, sends you specimens more or less + painfully voluminous of his writings, which he asks you to read over, + think over, and pray over, and send back an answer informing him whether + fame and fortune are awaiting him as the possessor of the wonderful gifts + his writings manifest, and whether you advise him to leave all,—the + shop he sweeps out every morning, the ledger he posts, the mortar in which + he pounds, the bench at which he urges the reluctant plane,—and + follow his genius whithersoever it may lead him. The next correspondent + wants you to mark out a whole course of life for him, and the means of + judgment he gives you are about as adequate as the brick which the + simpleton of old carried round as an advertisement of the house he had to + sell. My advice to all the young men that write to me depends somewhat on + the handwriting and spelling. If these are of a certain character, and + they have reached a mature age, I recommend some honest manual calling, + such as they have very probably been bred to, and which will, at least, + give them a chance of becoming President of the United States by and by, + if that is any object to them. What would you have done with the young + person who called on me a good many years ago, so many that he has + probably forgotten his literary effort,—and read as specimens of his + literary workmanship lines like those which I will favor you with + presently? He was an able-bodied, grown-up young person, whose + ingenuousness interested me; and I am sure if I thought he would ever be + pained to see his maiden effort in print, I would deny myself the pleasure + of submitting it to the reader. The following is an exact transcript of + the lines he showed me, and which I took down on the spot: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Are you in the vein for cider? + Are you in the tune for pork? + Hist! for Betty's cleared the larder + And turned the pork to soap.” + </pre> + <p> + Do not judge too hastily this sincere effort of a maiden muse. Here was a + sense of rhythm, and an effort in the direction of rhyme; here was an + honest transcript of an occurrence of daily life, told with a certain + idealizing expression, recognizing the existence of impulses, mysterious + instincts, impelling us even in the selection of our bodily sustenance. + But I had to tell him that it wanted dignity of incident and grace of + narrative, that there was no atmosphere to it, nothing of the light that + never was and so forth. I did not say this in these very words, but I gave + him to understand, without being too hard upon him, that he had better not + desert his honest toil in pursuit of the poet's bays. This, it must be + confessed, was a rather discouraging case. A young person like this may + pierce, as the Frenchmen say, by and by, but the chances are all the other + way. + </p> + <p> + I advise aimless young men to choose some profession without needless + delay, and so get into a good strong current of human affairs, and find + themselves bound up in interests with a compact body of their fellow-men. + </p> + <p> + I advise young women who write to me for counsel,—perhaps I do not + advise them at all, only sympathize a little with them, and listen to what + they have to say (eight closely written pages on the average, which I + always read from beginning to end, thinking of the widow's cruse and + myself in the character of Elijah) and—and—come now, I don't + believe Methuselah would tell you what he said in his letters to young + ladies, written when he was in his nine hundred and sixty-ninth year. + </p> + <p> + But, dear me! how much work all this private criticism involves! An editor + has only to say “respectfully declined,” and there is the end of it. But + the confidential adviser is expected to give the reasons of his likes and + dislikes in detail, and sometimes to enter into an argument for their + support. That is more than any martyr can stand, but what trials he must + go through, as it is! Great bundles of manuscripts, verse or prose, which + the recipient is expected to read, perhaps to recommend to a publisher, at + any rate to express a well-digested and agreeably flavored opinion about; + which opinion, nine times out of ten, disguise it as we may, has to be a + bitter draught; every form of egotism, conceit, false sentiment, hunger + for notoriety, and eagerness for display of anserine plumage before the + admiring public;—all these come in by mail or express, covered with + postage-stamps of so much more cost than the value of the waste words they + overlie, that one comes at last to groan and change color at the very + sight of a package, and to dread the postman's knock as if it were that of + the other visitor whose naked knuckles rap at every door. + </p> + <p> + Still there are experiences which go far towards repaying all these + inflictions. My last young man's case looked desperate enough; some of his + sails had blown from the rigging, some were backing in the wind, and some + were flapping and shivering, but I told him which way to head, and to my + surprise he promised to do just as I directed, and I do not doubt is under + full sail at this moment. + </p> + <p> + What if I should tell my last, my very recent experience with the other + sex? I received a paper containing the inner history of a young woman's + life, the evolution of her consciousness from its earliest record of + itself, written so thoughtfully, so sincerely, with so much firmness and + yet so much delicacy, with such truth of detail and such grace in the + manner of telling, that I finished the long manuscript almost at a + sitting, with a pleasure rarely, almost never experienced in voluminous + communications which one has to spell out of handwriting. This was from a + correspondent who made my acquaintance by letter when she was little more + than a child, some years ago. How easy at that early period to have + silenced her by indifference, to have wounded her by a careless epithet, + perhaps even to have crushed her as one puts his heel on a weed! A very + little encouragement kept her from despondency, and brought back one of + those overflows of gratitude which make one more ashamed of himself for + being so overpaid than he would be for having committed any of the lesser + sins. But what pleased me most in the paper lately received was to see how + far the writer had outgrown the need of any encouragement of mine; that + she had strengthened out of her tremulous questionings into a + self-reliance and self-poise which I had hardly dared to anticipate for + her. Some of my readers who are also writers have very probably had more + numerous experiences of this kind than I can lay claim to; + self-revelations from unknown and sometimes nameless friends, who write + from strange corners where the winds have wafted some stray words of + theirs which have lighted in the minds and reached the hearts of those to + whom they were as the angel that stirred the pool of Bethesda. Perhaps + this is the best reward authorship brings; it may not imply much talent or + literary excellence, but it means that your way of thinking and feeling is + just what some one of your fellow-creatures needed. + </p> + <p> + —I have been putting into shape, according to his request, some + further passages from the Young Astronomer's manuscript, some of which the + reader will have a chance to read if he is so disposed. The conflict in + the young man's mind between the desire for fame and the sense of its + emptiness as compared with nobler aims has set me thinking about the + subject from a somewhat humbler point of view. As I am in the habit of + telling you, Beloved, many of my thoughts, as well as of repeating what + was said at our table, you may read what follows as if it were addressed + to you in the course of an ordinary conversation, where I claimed rather + more than my share, as I am afraid I am a little in the habit of doing. + </p> + <p> + I suppose we all, those of us who write in verse or prose, have the + habitual feeling that we should like to be remembered. It is to be awake + when all of those who were round us have been long wrapped in slumber. It + is a pleasant thought enough that the name by which we have been called + shall be familiar on the lips of those who come after us, and the thoughts + that wrought themselves out in our intelligence, the emotions that + trembled through our frames, shall live themselves over again in the minds + and hearts of others. + </p> + <p> + But is there not something of rest, of calm, in the thought of gently and + gradually fading away out of human remembrance? What line have we written + that was on a level with our conceptions? What page of ours that does not + betray some weakness we would fain have left unrecorded? To become a + classic and share the life of a language is to be ever open to criticisms, + to comparisons, to the caprices of successive generations, to be called + into court and stand a trial before a new jury, once or more than once in + every century. To be forgotten is to sleep in peace with the undisturbed + myriads, no longer subject to the chills and heats, the blasts, the sleet, + the dust, which assail in endless succession that shadow of a man which we + call his reputation. The line which dying we could wish to blot has been + blotted out for us by a hand so tender, so patient, so used to its kindly + task, that the page looks as fair as if it had never borne the record of + our infirmity or our transgression. And then so few would be wholly + content with their legacy of fame. You remember poor Monsieur Jacques's + complaint of the favoritism shown to Monsieur Berthier,—it is in + that exquisite “Week in a French Country-House.” “Have you seen his room? + Have you seen how large it is? Twice as large as mine! He has two jugs, a + large one and a little one. I have only one small one. And a tea-service + and a gilt Cupid on the top of his looking-glass.” The famous survivor of + himself has had his features preserved in a medallion, and the slice of + his countenance seems clouded with the thought that it does not belong to + a bust; the bust ought to look happy in its niche, but the statue opposite + makes it feel as if it had been cheated out of half its personality, and + the statue looks uneasy because another stands on a loftier pedestal. But + “Ignotus” and “Miserrimus” are of the great majority in that vast + assembly, that House of Commons whose members are all peers, where to be + forgotten is the standing rule. The dignity of a silent memory is not to + be undervalued. Fame is after all a kind of rude handling, and a name that + is often on vulgar lips seems to borrow something not to be desired, as + the paper money that passes from hand to hand gains somewhat which is a + loss thereby. O sweet, tranquil refuge of oblivion, so far as earth is + concerned, for us poor blundering, stammering, misbehaving creatures who + cannot turn over a leaf of our life's diary without feeling thankful that + its failure can no longer stare us in the face! Not unwelcome shall be the + baptism of dust which hides forever the name that was given in the baptism + of water! We shall have good company whose names are left unspoken by + posterity. “Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there + be not more remarkable persons forgot than any that stand remembered in + the known account of time? The greater part must be content to be as + though they had not been; to be found in the register of God, not in the + record of man. Twenty-seven names make up the first story before the + flood, and the recorded names ever since contain not one living century.” + </p> + <p> + I have my moods about such things as the Young Astronomer has, as we all + have. There are times when the thought of becoming utterly nothing to the + world we knew so well and loved so much is painful and oppressive; we gasp + as if in a vacuum, missing the atmosphere of life we have so long been in + the habit of breathing. Not the less are there moments when the aching + need of repose comes over us and the requiescat in pace, heathen + benediction as it is, sounds more sweetly in our ears than all the + promises that Fame can hold out to us. + </p> + <p> + I wonder whether it ever occurred to you to reflect upon another horror + there must be in leaving a name behind you. Think what a horrid piece of + work the biographers make of a man's private history! Just imagine the + subject of one of those extraordinary fictions called biographies coming + back and reading the life of himself, written very probably by somebody or + other who thought he could turn a penny by doing it, and having the + pleasure of seeing + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “His little bark attendant sail, + Pursue the triumph and partake the gale.” + </pre> + <p> + The ghost of the person condemned to walk the earth in a biography glides + into a public library, and goes to the shelf where his mummied life lies + in its paper cerements. I can see the pale shadow glancing through the + pages and hear the comments that shape themselves in the bodiless + intelligence as if they were made vocal by living lips. + </p> + <p> + “Born in July, 1776!” And my honored father killed at the battle of Bunker + Hill! Atrocious libeller! to slander one's family at the start after such + a fashion! + </p> + <p> + “The death of his parents left him in charge of his Aunt Nancy, whose + tender care took the place of those parental attentions which should have + guided and protected his infant years, and consoled him for the severity + of another relative.” + </p> + <p> + —Aunt Nancy! It was Aunt Betsey, you fool! Aunt Nancy used to—she + has been dead these eighty years, so there is no use in mincing matters—she + used to keep a bottle and a stick, and when she had been tasting a drop + out of the bottle the stick used to come off the shelf and I had to taste + that. And here she is made a saint of, and poor Aunt Betsey, that did + everything for me, is slandered by implication as a horrid tyrant. + </p> + <p> + “The subject of this commemorative history was remarkable for a precocious + development of intelligence. An old nurse who saw him at the very earliest + period of his existence is said to have spoken of him as one of the most + promising infants she had seen in her long experience. At school he was + equally remarkable, and at a tender age he received a paper adorned with a + cut, inscribed REWARD OF MERIT.” + </p> + <p> + —I don't doubt the nurse said that,—there were several + promising children born about that time. As for cuts, I got more from the + schoolmaster's rattan than in any other shape. Didn't one of my teachers + split a Gunter's scale into three pieces over the palm of my hand? And + didn't I grin when I saw the pieces fly? No humbug, now, about my boyhood! + </p> + <p> + “His personal appearance was not singularly prepossessing. Inconspicuous + in stature and unattractive in features.” + </p> + <p> + —You misbegotten son of an ourang and grandson of an ascidian + (ghosts keep up with science, you observe), what business have you to be + holding up my person to the contempt of my posterity? Haven't I been + sleeping for this many a year in quiet, and don't the dandelions and + buttercups look as yellow over me as over the best-looking neighbor I have + in the dormitory? Why do you want to people the minds of everybody that + reads your good-for-nothing libel which you call a “biography” with your + impudent caricatures of a man who was a better-looking fellow than + yourself, I 'll bet you ten to one, a man whom his Latin tutor called + fommosus puer when he was only a freshman? If that's what it means to make + a reputation,—to leave your character and your person, and the good + name of your sainted relatives, and all you were, and all you had and + thought and felt, so far as can be gathered by digging you out of your + most private records, to be manipulated and bandied about and cheapened in + the literary market as a chicken or a turkey or a goose is handled and + bargained over at a provision stall, is n't it better to be content with + the honest blue slate-stone and its inscription informing posterity that + you were a worthy citizen and a respected father of a family? + </p> + <p> + —I should like to see any man's biography with corrections and + emendations by his ghost. We don't know each other's secrets quite so well + as we flatter ourselves we do. We don't always know our own secrets as + well as we might. You have seen a tree with different grafts upon it, an + apple or a pear tree we will say. In the late summer months the fruit on + one bough will ripen; I remember just such a tree, and the early ripening + fruit was the Jargonelle. By and by the fruit of another bough will begin + to come into condition; the lovely Saint Michael, as I remember, grew on + the same stock as the Jargonelle in the tree I am thinking of; and then, + when these have all fallen or been gathered, another, we will say the + Winter Nelis, has its turn, and so out of the same juices have come in + succession fruits of the most varied aspects and flavors. It is the same + thing with ourselves, but it takes us a long while to find it out. The + various inherited instincts ripen in succession. You may be nine tenths + paternal at one period of your life, and nine tenths maternal at another. + All at once the traits of some immediate ancestor may come to maturity + unexpectedly on one of the branches of your character, just as your + features at different periods of your life betray different resemblances + to your nearer or more remote relatives. + </p> + <p> + But I want you to let me go back to the Bunker Hill Monument and the + dynasty of twenty or thirty centuries whose successive representatives are + to sit in the gate, like the Jewish monarchs, while the people shall come + by hundreds and by thousands to visit the memorial shaft until the story + of Bunker's Hill is as old as that of Marathon. + </p> + <p> + Would not one like to attend twenty consecutive soirees, at each one of + which the lion of the party should be the Man of the Monument, at the + beginning of each century, all the way, we will say, from Anno Domini 2000 + to Ann. Dom. 4000,—or, if you think the style of dating will be + changed, say to Ann. Darwinii (we can keep A. D. you see) 1872? Will the + Man be of the Indian type, as President Samuel Stanhope Smith and others + have supposed the transplanted European will become by and by? Will he + have shortened down to four feet and a little more, like the Esquimaux, or + will he have been bred up to seven feet by the use of new chemical diets, + ozonized and otherwise improved atmospheres, and animal fertilizers? Let + us summon him in imagination and ask him a few questions. + </p> + <p> + Is n't it like splitting a toad out of a rock to think of this man of + nineteen or twenty centuries hence coming out from his stony + dwelling-place and speaking with us? What are the questions we should ask + him? He has but a few minutes to stay. Make out your own list; I will set + down a few that come up to me as I write. + </p> + <p> + —What is the prevalent religious creed of civilization? + </p> + <p> + —Has the planet met with any accident of importance? + </p> + <p> + —How general is the republican form of government? + </p> + <p> + —Do men fly yet? + </p> + <p> + —Has the universal language come into use? + </p> + <p> + —Is there a new fuel since the English coal-mines have given out? + </p> + <p> + —Is the euthanasia a recognized branch of medical science? + </p> + <p> + —Is the oldest inhabitant still living? + </p> + <p> + —Is the Daily Advertiser still published? + </p> + <p> + —And the Evening Transcript? + </p> + <p> + —Is there much inquiry for the works of a writer of the nineteenth + century (Old Style) by—the name of—of— + </p> + <p> + My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. I cannot imagine the putting of + that question without feeling the tremors which shake a wooer as he + falters out the words the answer to which will make him happy or wretched. + </p> + <p> + Whose works was I going to question him about, do you ask me? Oh, the + writings of a friend of mine, much esteemed by his relatives and others. + But it's of no consequence, after all; I think he says he does not care + much for posthumous reputation. + </p> + <p> + I find something of the same interest in thinking about one of the + boarders at our table that I find in my waking dreams concerning the Man + of the Monument. This personage is the Register of Deeds. He is an + unemotional character, living in his business almost as exclusively as the + Scarabee, but without any of that eagerness and enthusiasm which belong to + our scientific specialist. His work is largely, principally, I may say, + mechanical. He has developed, however, a certain amount of taste for the + antiquities of his department, and once in a while brings out some curious + result of his investigations into ancient documents. He too belongs to a + dynasty which will last as long as there is such a thing as property in + land and dwellings. When that is done away with, and we return to the + state of villanage, holding our tenement-houses, all to be of the same + pattern, of the State, that is to say, of the Tammany Ring which is to + take the place of the feudal lord,—the office of Register of Deeds + will, I presume, become useless, and the dynasty will be deposed. + </p> + <p> + As we grow older we think more and more of old persons and of old things + and places. As to old persons, it seems as if we never know how much they + have to tell until we are old ourselves and they have been gone twenty or + thirty years. Once in a while we come upon some survivor of his or her + generation that we have overlooked, and feel as if we had recovered one of + the lost books of Livy or fished up the golden candlestick from the ooze + of the Tiber. So it was the other day after my reminiscences of the old + gambrel-roofed house and its visitors. They found an echo in the + recollections of one of the brightest and liveliest of my suburban + friends, whose memory is exact about everything except her own age, which, + there can be no doubt, she makes out a score or two of years more than it + really is. Still she was old enough to touch some lights—and a + shadow or two—into the portraits I had drawn, which made me wish + that she and not I had been the artist who sketched the pictures. Among + the lesser regrets that mingle with graver sorrows for the friends of an + earlier generation we have lost, are our omissions to ask them so many + questions they could have answered easily enough, and would have been + pleased to be asked. There! I say to myself sometimes, in an absent mood, + I must ask her about that. But she of whom I am now thinking has long been + beyond the reach of any earthly questioning, and I sigh to think how + easily I could have learned some fact which I should have been happy to + have transmitted with pious care to those who are to come after me. How + many times I have heard her quote the line about blessings brightening as + they take their flight, and how true it proves in many little ways that + one never thinks of until it is too late. + </p> + <p> + The Register of Deeds is not himself advanced in years. But he borrows an + air of antiquity from the ancient records which are stored in his + sepulchral archives. I love to go to his ossuary of dead transactions, as + I would visit the catacombs of Rome or Paris. It is like wandering up the + Nile to stray among the shelves of his monumental folios. Here stands a + series of volumes, extending over a considerable number of years, all of + which volumes are in his handwriting. But as you go backward there is a + break, and you come upon the writing of another person, who was getting + old apparently, for it is beginning to be a little shaky, and then you + know that you have gone back as far as the last days of his predecessor. + Thirty or forty years more carry you to the time when this incumbent began + the duties of his office; his hand was steady then; and the next volume + beyond it in date betrays the work of a still different writer. All this + interests me, but I do not see how it is going to interest my reader. I do + not feel very happy about the Register of Deeds. What can I do with him? + Of what use is he going to be in my record of what I have seen and heard + at the breakfast-table? The fact of his being one of the boarders was not + so important that I was obliged to speak of him, and I might just as well + have drawn on my imagination and not allowed this dummy to take up the + room which another guest might have profitably filled at our + breakfast-table. + </p> + <p> + I suppose he will prove a superfluity, but I have got him on my hands, and + I mean that he shall be as little in the way as possible. One always comes + across people in actual life who have no particular business to be where + we find them, and whose right to be at all is somewhat questionable. + </p> + <p> + I am not going to get rid of the Register of Deeds by putting him out of + the way; but I confess I do not see of what service he is going to be to + me in my record. I have often found, however, that the Disposer of men and + things understands much better than we do how to place his pawns and other + pieces on the chess-board of life. A fish more or less in the ocean does + not seem to amount to much. It is not extravagant to say that any one fish + may be considered a supernumerary. But when Captain Coram's ship sprung a + leak and the carpenter could not stop it, and the passengers had made up + their minds that it was all over with them, all at once, without any + apparent reason, the pumps began gaining on the leak, and the sinking ship + to lift herself out of the abyss which was swallowing her up. And what do + you think it was that saved the ship, and Captain Coram, and so in due + time gave to London that Foundling Hospital which he endowed, and under + the floor of which he lies buried? Why, it was that very supernumerary + fish, which we held of so little account, but which had wedged itself into + the rent of the yawning planks, and served to keep out the water until the + leak was finally stopped. + </p> + <p> + I am very sure it was Captain Coram, but I almost hope it was somebody + else, in order to give some poor fellow who is lying in wait for the + periodicals a chance to correct me. That will make him happy for a month, + and besides, he will not want to pick a quarrel about anything else if he + has that splendid triumph. You remember Alcibiades and his dog's tail. + </p> + <p> + Here you have the extracts I spoke of from the manuscript placed in my + hands for revision and emendation. I can understand these alternations of + feeling in a young person who has been long absorbed in a single pursuit, + and in whom the human instincts which have been long silent are now + beginning to find expression. I know well what he wants; a great deal + better, I think, than he knows himself. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + II + + Brief glimpses of the bright celestial spheres, + False lights, false shadows, vague, uncertain gleams, + Pale vaporous mists, wan streaks of lurid flame, + The climbing of the upward-sailing cloud, + The sinking of the downward-falling star, + All these are pictures of the changing moods + Borne through the midnight stillness of my soul. + + Here am I, bound upon this pillared rock, + Prey to the vulture of a vast desire + That feeds upon my life. I burst my bands + And steal a moment's freedom from the beak, + The clinging talons and the shadowing plumes; + Then comes the false enchantress, with her song; + “Thou wouldst not lay thy forehead in the dust + Like the base herd that feeds and breeds and dies! + Lo, the fair garlands that I weave for thee, + Unchanging as the belt Orion wears, + Bright as the jewels of the seven-starred Crown, + The spangled stream of Berenice's hair!” + And so she twines the fetters with the flowers + Around my yielding limbs, and the fierce bird + Stoops to his quarry,—then to feed his rage + Of ravening hunger I must drain my blood + And let the dew-drenched, poison-breeding night + Steal all the freshness from my fading cheek, + And leave its shadows round my caverned eyes. + All for a line in some unheeded scroll; + All for a stone that tells to gaping clowns, + “Here lies a restless wretch beneath a clod + Where squats the jealous nightmare men call Fame!” + + I marvel not at him who scorns his kind + And thinks not sadly of the time foretold + When the old hulk we tread shall be a wreck, + A slag, a cinder drifting through the sky + Without its crew of fools! We live too long + And even so are not content to die, + But load the mould that covers up our bones + With stones that stand like beggars by the road + And show death's grievous wound and ask for tears; + Write our great books to teach men who we are, + Sing our fine songs that tell in artful phrase + The secrets of our lives, and plead and pray + For alms of memory with the after time, + Those few swift seasons while the earth shall wear + Its leafy summers, ere its core grows cold + And the moist life of all that breathes shall die; + Or as the new-born seer, perchance more wise, + Would have us deem, before its growing mass, + Pelted with stardust, atoned with meteor-balls, + Heats like a hammered anvil, till at last Man + and his works and all that stirred itself + Of its own motion, in the fiery glow + Turns to a flaming vapor, and our orb + Shines a new sun for earths that shall be born. + + I am as old as Egypt to myself, + Brother to them that squared the pyramids + By the same stars I watch. I read the page + Where every letter is a glittering world, + With them who looked from Shinar's clay-built towers, + Ere yet the wanderer of the Midland sea + Had missed the fallen sister of the seven. + I dwell in spaces vague, remote, unknown, + Save to the silent few, who, leaving earth, + Quit all communion with their living time. + I lose myself in that ethereal void, + Till I have tired my wings and long to fill + My breast with denser air, to stand, to walk + With eyes not raised above my fellow-men. + Sick of my unwalled, solitary realm, + I ask to change the myriad lifeless worlds + I visit as mine own for one poor patch + Of this dull spheroid and a little breath + To shape in word or deed to serve my kind. + + Was ever giant's dungeon dug so deep, + Was ever tyrant's fetter forged so strong, + Was e'er such deadly poison in the draught + The false wife mingles for the trusting fool, + As he whose willing victim is himself, + Digs, forges, mingles, for his captive soul? +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII + </h2> + <p> + I was very sure that the old Master was hard at work about something,—he + is always very busy with something,—but I mean something particular. + </p> + <p> + Whether it was a question of history or of cosmogony, or whether he was + handling a test-tube or a blow-pipe; what he was about I did not feel + sure; but I took it for granted that it was some crucial question or other + he was at work on, some point bearing on the thought of the time. For the + Master, I have observed, is pretty sagacious in striking for the points + where his work will be like to tell. We all know that class of scientific + laborers to whom all facts are alike nourishing mental food, and who seem + to exercise no choice whatever, provided only they can get hold of these + same indiscriminate facts in quantity sufficient. They browse on them, as + the animal to which they would not like to be compared browses on his + thistles. But the Master knows the movement of the age he belongs to; and + if he seems to be busy with what looks like a small piece of trivial + experimenting, one may feel pretty sure that he knows what he is about, + and that his minute operations are looking to a result that will help him + towards attaining his great end in life,—an insight, so far as his + faculties and opportunities will allow, into that order of things which he + believes he can study with some prospect of taking in its significance. + </p> + <p> + I became so anxious to know what particular matter he was busy with, that + I had to call upon him to satisfy my curiosity. It was with a little + trepidation that I knocked at his door. I felt a good deal as one might + have felt on disturbing an alchemist at his work, at the very moment, it + might be, when he was about to make projection. + </p> + <p> + —Come in!—said the Master in his grave, massive tones. + </p> + <p> + I passed through the library with him into a little room evidently devoted + to his experiments. + </p> + <p> + —You have come just at the right moment,—he said.—Your + eyes are better than mine. I have been looking at this flask, and I should + like to have you look at it. + </p> + <p> + It was a small matrass, as one of the elder chemists would have called it, + containing a fluid, and hermetically sealed. He held it up at the window; + perhaps you remember the physician holding a flask to the light in Gerard + Douw's “Femme hydropique”; I thought of that fine figure as I looked at + him. Look!—said he,—is it clear or cloudy? + </p> + <p> + —You need not ask me that,—I answered. It is very plainly + turbid. I should think that some sediment had been shaken up in it. What + is it, Elixir Vitae or Aurum potabile? + </p> + <p> + —Something that means more than alchemy ever did! Boiled just three + hours, and as clear as a bell until within the last few days; since then + has been clouding up. + </p> + <p> + —I began to form a pretty shrewd guess at the meaning of all this, + and to think I knew very nearly what was coming next. I was right in my + conjecture. The Master broke off the sealed end of his little flask, took + out a small portion of the fluid on a glass rod, and placed it on a slip + of glass in the usual way for a microscopic examination. + </p> + <p> + —One thousand diameters,—he said, as he placed it on the stage + of the microscope.—We shall find signs of life, of course.—He + bent over the instrument and looked but an instant. + </p> + <p> + —There they are!—he exclaimed,—look in. + </p> + <p> + I looked in and saw some objects: + </p> + <p> + The straight linear bodies were darting backward and forward in every + direction. The wavy ones were wriggling about like eels or water-snakes. + The round ones were spinning on their axes and rolling in every direction. + All of them were in a state of incessant activity, as if perpetually + seeking something and never finding it. + </p> + <p> + They are tough, the germs of these little bodies, said the Master. —Three + hours' boiling has n't killed 'em. Now, then, let us see what has been the + effect of six hours' boiling. + </p> + <p> + He took up another flask just like the first, containing fluid and + hermetically sealed in the same way. + </p> + <p> + —Boiled just three hours longer than the other, he said,—six + hours in all. This is the experimentum crucis. Do you see any cloudiness + in it? + </p> + <p> + —Not a sign of it; it is as clear as crystal, except that there may + be a little sediment at the bottom. + </p> + <p> + —That is nothing. The liquid is clear. We shall find no signs of + life.—He put a minute drop of the liquid under the microscope as + before. Nothing stirred. Nothing to be seen but a clear circle of light. + We looked at it again and again, but with the same result. + </p> + <p> + —Six hours kill 'em all, according to this experiment,—said + the Master.—Good as far as it goes. One more negative result. Do you + know what would have happened if that liquid had been clouded, and we had + found life in the sealed flask? Sir, if that liquid had held life in it + the Vatican would have trembled to hear it, and there would have been + anxious questionings and ominous whisperings in the halls of Lambeth + palace! The accepted cosmogonies on trial, sir! + </p> + <p> + Traditions, sanctities, creeds, ecclesiastical establishments, all shaking + to know whether my little sixpenny flask of fluid looks muddy or not! I + don't know whether to laugh or shudder. The thought of an oecumenical + council having its leading feature dislocated by my trifling experiment! + The thought, again, of the mighty revolution in human beliefs and affairs + that might grow out of the same insignificant little phenomenon. A + wine-glassful of clear liquid growing muddy. If we had found a wriggle, or + a zigzag, or a shoot from one side to the other, in this last flask, what + a scare there would have been, to be sure, in the schools of the prophets! + Talk about your megatherium and your megalosaurus,—what are these to + the bacterium and the vibrio? These are the dreadful monsters of today. If + they show themselves where they have no business, the little rascals + frighten honest folks worse than ever people were frightened by the Dragon + of Rhodes! + </p> + <p> + The Master gets going sometimes, there is no denying it, until his + imagination runs away with him. He had been trying, as the reader sees, + one of those curious experiments in spontaneous generation, as it is + called, which have been so often instituted of late years, and by none + more thoroughly than by that eminent American student of nature (Professor + Jeffries Wyman) whose process he had imitated with a result like his. + </p> + <p> + We got talking over these matters among us the next morning at the + breakfast-table. + </p> + <p> + We must agree they couldn't stand six hours' boiling,—I said. + </p> + <p> + —Good for the Pope of Rome!—exclaimed the Master. + </p> + <p> + —The Landlady drew back with a certain expression of dismay in her + countenance. She hoped he did n't want the Pope to make any more converts + in this country. She had heard a sermon only last Sabbath, and the + minister had made it out, she thought, as plain as could be, that the Pope + was the Man of Sin and that the Church of Rome was—Well, there was + very strong names applied to her in Scripture. + </p> + <p> + What was good for the Pope was good for your minister, too, my dear madam,—said + the Master. Good for everybody that is afraid of what people call + “science.” If it should prove that dead things come to life of themselves, + it would be awkward, you know, because then somebody will get up and say + if one dead thing made itself alive another might, and so perhaps the + earth peopled itself without any help. Possibly the difficulty wouldn't be + so great as many people suppose. We might perhaps find room for a Creator + after all, as we do now, though we see a little brown seed grow till it + sucks up the juices of half an acre of ground, apparently all by its own + inherent power. That does not stagger us; I am not sure that it would if + Mr. Crosses or Mr. Weekes's acarus should show himself all of a sudden, as + they said he did, in certain mineral mixtures acted on by electricity. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady was off soundings, and looking vacant enough by this time. + </p> + <p> + The Master turned to me.—Don't think too much of the result of our + one experiment. It means something, because it confirms those other + experiments of which it was a copy; but we must remember that a hundred + negatives don't settle such a question. Life does get into the world + somehow. You don't suppose Adam had the cutaneous unpleasantness politely + called psora, do you? + </p> + <p> + —Hardly,—I answered.—He must have been a walking + hospital if he carried all the maladies about him which have plagued his + descendants. + </p> + <p> + —Well, then, how did the little beast which is peculiar to that + special complaint intrude himself into the Order of Things? You don't + suppose there was a special act of creation for the express purpose of + bestowing that little wretch on humanity, do you? + </p> + <p> + I thought, on the whole, I would n't answer that question. + </p> + <p> + —You and I are at work on the same problem, said the Young + Astronomer to the Master.—I have looked into a microscope now and + then, and I have seen that perpetual dancing about of minute atoms in a + fluid, which you call molecular motion. Just so, when I look through my + telescope I see the star-dust whirling about in the infinite expanse of + ether; or if I do not see its motion, I know that it is only on account of + its immeasurable distance. Matter and motion everywhere; void and rest + nowhere. You ask why your restless microscopic atoms may not come together + and become self-conscious and self-moving organisms. I ask why my + telescopic star-dust may not come together and grow and organize into + habitable worlds,—the ripened fruit on the branches of the tree + Yggdrasil, if I may borrow from our friend the Poet's province. It + frightens people, though, to hear the suggestion that worlds shape + themselves from star-mist. It does not trouble them at all to see the + watery spheres that round themselves into being out of the vapors floating + over us; they are nothing but raindrops. But if a planet can grow as a + rain-drop grows, why then—It was a great comfort to these timid folk + when Lord Rosse's telescope resolved certain nebula into star-clusters. + Sir John Herschel would have told them that this made little difference in + accounting for the formation of worlds by aggregation, but at any rate it + was a comfort to them. + </p> + <p> + —These people have always been afraid of the astronomers,—said + the Master.—They were shy, you know, of the Copernican system, for a + long while; well they might be with an oubliette waiting for them if they + ventured to think that the earth moved round the sun. Science settled that + point finally for them, at length, and then it was all right,—when + there was no use in disputing the fact any longer. By and by geology began + turning up fossils that told extraordinary stories about the duration of + life upon our planet. What subterfuges were not used to get rid of their + evidence! Think of a man seeing the fossilized skeleton of an animal split + out of a quarry, his teeth worn down by mastication, and the remains of + food still visible in his interior, and, in order to get rid of a piece of + evidence contrary to the traditions he holds to, seriously maintaining + that this skeleton never belonged to a living creature, but was created + with just these appearances; a make-believe, a sham, a Barnum's-mermaid + contrivance to amuse its Creator and impose upon his intelligent children! + And now people talk about geological epochs and hundreds of millions of + years in the planet's history as calmly as if they were discussing the age + of their deceased great-grandmothers. Ten or a dozen years ago people said + Sh! Sh! if you ventured to meddle with any question supposed to involve a + doubt of the generally accepted Hebrew traditions. To-day such questions + are recognized as perfectly fair subjects for general conversation; not in + the basement story, perhaps, or among the rank and file of the curbstone + congregations, but among intelligent and educated persons. You may preach + about them in your pulpit, you may lecture about them, you may talk about + them with the first sensible-looking person you happen to meet, you may + write magazine articles about them, and the editor need not expect to + receive remonstrances from angry subscribers and withdrawals of + subscriptions, as he would have been sure to not a great many years ago. + Why, you may go to a tea-party where the clergyman's wife shows her best + cap and his daughters display their shining ringlets, and you will hear + the company discussing the Darwinian theory of the origin of the human + race as if it were as harmless a question as that of the lineage of a + spinster's lapdog. You may see a fine lady who is as particular in her + genuflections as any Buddhist or Mahometan saint in his manifestations of + reverence, who will talk over the anthropoid ape, the supposed founder of + the family to which we belong, and even go back with you to the acephalous + mollusk, first cousin to the clams and mussels, whose rudimental spine was + the hinted prophecy of humanity; all this time never dreaming, apparently, + that what she takes for a matter of curious speculation involves the whole + future of human progress and destiny. + </p> + <p> + I can't help thinking that if we had talked as freely as we can and do now + in the days of the first boarder at this table,—I mean the one who + introduced it to the public,—it would have sounded a good deal more + aggressively than it does now.—The old Master got rather warm in + talking; perhaps the consciousness of having a number of listeners had + something to do with it. + </p> + <p> + —This whole business is an open question,—he said,—and + there is no use in saying, “Hush! don't talk about such things!” People do + talk about 'em everywhere; and if they don't talk about 'em they think + about 'em, and that is worse,—if there is anything bad about such + questions, that is. If for the Fall of man, science comes to substitute + the RISE of man, sir, it means the utter disintegration of all the + spiritual pessimisms which have been like a spasm in the heart and a cramp + in the intellect of men for so many centuries. And yet who dares to say + that it is not a perfectly legitimate and proper question to be discussed, + without the slightest regard to the fears or the threats of Pope or + prelate? + </p> + <p> + Sir, I believe,—the Master rose from his chair as he spoke, and said + in a deep and solemn tone, but without any declamatory vehemence,—sir, + I believe that we are at this moment in what will be recognized not many + centuries hence as one of the late watches in the night of the dark ages. + There is a twilight ray, beyond question. We know something of the + universe, a very little, and, strangely enough, we know most of what is + farthest from us. We have weighed the planets and analyzed the flames of + the—sun and stars. We predict their movements as if they were + machines we ourselves had made and regulated. We know a good deal about + the earth on which we live. But the study of man has been so completely + subjected to our preconceived opinions, that we have got to begin all over + again. We have studied anthropology through theology; we have now to begin + the study of theology through anthropology. Until we have exhausted the + human element in every form of belief, and that can only be done by what + we may call comparative spiritual anatomy, we cannot begin to deal with + the alleged extra-human elements without blundering into all imaginable + puerilities. If you think for one moment that there is not a single + religion in the world which does not come to us through the medium of a + preexisting language; and if you remember that this language embodies + absolutely nothing but human conceptions and human passions, you will see + at once that every religion presupposes its own elements as already + existing in those to whom it is addressed. I once went to a church in + London and heard the famous Edward Irving preach, and heard some of his + congregation speak in the strange words characteristic of their miraculous + gift of tongues. I had a respect for the logical basis of this singular + phenomenon. I have always thought it was natural that any celestial + message should demand a language of its own, only to be understood by + divine illumination. All human words tend, of course, to stop short in + human meaning. And the more I hear the most sacred terms employed, the + more I am satisfied that they have entirely and radically different + meanings in the minds of those who use them. Yet they deal with them as if + they were as definite as mathematical quantities or geometrical figures. + What would become of arithmetic if the figure 2 meant three for one man + and five for another and twenty for a third, and all the other numerals + were in the same way variable quantities? Mighty intelligent + correspondence business men would have with each other! But how is this + any worse than the difference of opinion which led a famous clergyman to + say to a brother theologian, “Oh, I see, my dear sir, your God is my + Devil.” + </p> + <p> + Man has been studied proudly, contemptuously, rather, from the point of + view supposed to be authoritatively settled. The self-sufficiency of + egotistic natures was never more fully shown than in the expositions of + the worthlessness and wretchedness of their fellow-creatures given by the + dogmatists who have “gone back,” as the vulgar phrase is, on their race, + their own flesh and blood. Did you ever read what Mr. Bancroft says about + Calvin in his article on Jonathan Edwards?—and mighty well said it + is too, in my judgment. Let me remind you of it, whether you have read it + or not. “Setting himself up over against the privileged classes, he, with + a loftier pride than theirs, revealed the power of a yet higher order of + nobility, not of a registered ancestry of fifteen generations, but one + absolutely spotless in its escutcheon, preordained in the council chamber + of eternity.” I think you'll find I have got that sentence right, word for + word, and there 's a great deal more in it than many good folks who call + themselves after the reformer seem to be aware of. The Pope put his foot + on the neck of kings, but Calvin and his cohort crushed the whole human + race under their heels in the name of the Lord of Hosts. Now, you see, the + point that people don't understand is the absolute and utter humility of + science, in opposition to this doctrinal self-sufficiency. I don't doubt + this may sound a little paradoxical at first, but I think you will find it + is all right. You remember the courtier and the monarch,—Louis the + Fourteenth, wasn't it?—never mind, give the poor fellows that live + by setting you right a chance. “What o'clock is it?” says the king. “Just + whatever o'clock your Majesty pleases,” says the courtier. I venture to + say the monarch was a great deal more humble than the follower, who + pretended that his master was superior to such trifling facts as the + revolution of the planet. It was the same thing, you remember, with King + Canute and the tide on the sea-shore. The king accepted the scientific + fact of the tide's rising. The loyal hangers-on, who believed in divine + right, were too proud of the company they found themselves in to make any + such humiliating admission. But there are people, and plenty of them, + to-day, who will dispute facts just as clear to those who have taken the + pains to learn what is known about them, as that of the tide's rising. + They don't like to admit these facts, because they throw doubt upon some + of their cherished opinions. We are getting on towards the last part of + this nineteenth century. What we have gained is not so much in positive + knowledge, though that is a good deal, as it is in the freedom of + discussion of every subject that comes within the range of observation and + inference. How long is it since Mrs. Piozzi wrote,—“Let me hope that + you will not pursue geology till it leads you into doubts destructive of + all comfort in this world and all happiness in the next”? + </p> + <p> + The Master paused and I remained silent, for I was thinking things I could + not say. + </p> + <p> + —It is well always to have a woman near by when one is talking on + this class of subjects. Whether there will be three or four women to one + man in heaven is a question which I must leave to those who talk as if + they knew all about the future condition of the race to answer. But very + certainly there is much more of hearty faith, much more of spiritual life, + among women than among men, in this world. They need faith to support them + more than men do, for they have a great deal less to call them out of + themselves, and it comes easier to them, for their habitual state of + dependence teaches them to trust in others. When they become voters, if + they ever do, it may be feared that the pews will lose what the ward-rooms + gain. Relax a woman's hold on man, and her knee-joints will soon begin to + stiffen. Self-assertion brings out many fine qualities, but it does not + promote devotional habits. + </p> + <p> + I remember some such thoughts as this were passing through my mind while + the Master was talking. I noticed that the Lady was listening to the + conversation with a look of more than usual interest. We men have the talk + mostly to ourselves at this table; the Master, as you have found out, is + fond of monologues, and I myself—well, I suppose I must own to a + certain love for the reverberated music of my own accents; at any rate, + the Master and I do most of the talking. But others help us do the + listening. I think I can show that they listen to some purpose. I am going + to surprise my reader with a letter which I received very shortly after + the conversation took place which I have just reported. It is of course by + a special license, such as belongs to the supreme prerogative of an + author, that I am enabled to present it to him. He need ask no questions: + it is not his affair how I obtained the right to give publicity to a + private communication. I have become somewhat more intimately acquainted + with the writer of it than in the earlier period of my connection with + this establishment, and I think I may say have gained her confidence to a + very considerable degree. + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR SIR: The conversations I have had with you, limited as they have + been, have convinced me that I am quite safe in addressing you with + freedom on a subject which interests me, and others more than myself. We + at our end of the table have been listening, more or less intelligently, + to the discussions going on between two or three of you gentlemen on + matters of solemn import to us all. This is nothing very new to me. I have + been used, from an early period of my life, to hear the discussion of + grave questions, both in politics and religion. I have seen gentlemen at + my father's table get as warm over a theological point of dispute as in + talking over their political differences. I rather think it has always + been very much so, in bad as well as in good company; for you remember how + Milton's fallen angels amused themselves with disputing on “providence, + foreknowledge, will, and fate,” and it was the same thing in that club + Goldsmith writes so pleasantly about. Indeed, why should not people very + often come, in the course of conversation, to the one subject which lies + beneath all else about which our thoughts are occupied? And what more + natural than that one should be inquiring about what another has accepted + and ceased to have any doubts concerning? It seems to me all right that at + the proper time, in the proper place, those who are less easily convinced + than their neighbors should have the fullest liberty of calling to account + all the opinions which others receive without question. Somebody must + stand sentry at the outposts of belief, and it is a sentry's business, I + believe, to challenge every one who comes near him, friend or foe. + </p> + <p> + I want you to understand fully that I am not one of those poor nervous + creatures who are frightened out of their wits when any question is + started that implies the disturbance of their old beliefs. I manage to see + some of the periodicals, and now and then dip a little way into a new book + which deals with these curious questions you were talking about, and + others like them. You know they find their way almost everywhere. They do + not worry me in the least. When I was a little girl, they used to say that + if you put a horsehair into a tub of water it would turn into a snake in + the course of a few days. That did not seem to me so very much stranger + than it was that an egg should turn into a chicken. What can I say to + that? Only that it is the Lord's doings, and marvellous in my eyes; and if + our philosophical friend should find some little live creatures, or what + seem to be live creatures, in any of his messes, I should say as much, and + no more. You do not think I would shut up my Bible and Prayer-Book because + there is one more thing I do not understand in a world where I understand + so very little of all the wonders that surround me? + </p> + <p> + It may be very wrong to pay any attention to those speculations about the + origin of mankind which seem to conflict with the Sacred Record. But + perhaps there is some way of reconciling them, as there is of making the + seven days of creation harmonize with modern geology. At least, these + speculations are curious enough in themselves; and I have seen so many + good and handsome children come of parents who were anything but virtuous + and comely, that I can believe in almost any amount of improvement taking + place in a tribe of living beings, if time and opportunity favor it. I + have read in books of natural history that dogs came originally from + wolves. When I remember my little Flora, who, as I used to think, could do + everything but talk, it does not seem to me that she was much nearer her + savage ancestors than some of the horrid cannibal wretches are to their + neighbors the great apes. + </p> + <p> + You see that I am tolerably liberal in my habit of looking at all these + questions. We women drift along with the current of the times, listening, + in our quiet way, to the discussions going on round us in books and in + conversation, and shift the phrases in which we think and talk with + something of the same ease as that with which we change our style of dress + from year to year. I doubt if you of the other sex know what an effect + this habit of accommodating our tastes to changing standards has upon us. + Nothing is fixed in them, as you know; the very law of fashion is change. + I suspect we learn from our dressmakers to shift the costume of our minds, + and slip on the new fashions of thinking all the more easily because we + have been accustomed to new styles of dressing every season. + </p> + <p> + It frightens me to see how much I have written without having yet said a + word of what I began this letter on purpose to say. I have taken so much + space in “defining my position,” to borrow the politicians' phrase, that I + begin to fear you will be out of patience before you come to the part of + my letter I care most about your reading. + </p> + <p> + What I want to say is this. When these matters are talked about before + persons of different ages and various shades of intelligence, I think one + ought to be very careful that his use of language does not injure the + sensibilities, perhaps blunt the reverential feelings, of those who are + listening to him. You of the sterner sex say that we women have + intuitions, but not logic, as our birthright. I shall not commit my sex by + conceding this to be true as a whole, but I will accept the first half of + it, and I will go so far as to say that we do not always care to follow + out a train of thought until it ends in a blind cul de sac, as some of + what are called the logical people are fond of doing. + </p> + <p> + Now I want to remind you that religion is not a matter of intellectual + luxury to those of us who are interested in it, but something very + different. It is our life, and more than our life; for that is measured by + pulse-beats, but our religious consciousness partakes of the Infinite, + towards which it is constantly yearning. It is very possible that a + hundred or five hundred years from now the forms of religious belief may + be so altered that we should hardly know them. But the sense of dependence + on Divine influence and the need of communion with the unseen and eternal + will be then just what they are now. It is not the geologist's hammer, or + the astronomer's telescope, or the naturalist's microscope, that is going + to take away the need of the human soul for that Rock to rest upon which + is higher than itself, that Star which never sets, that all-pervading + Presence which gives life to all the least moving atoms of the + immeasurable universe. + </p> + <p> + I have no fears for myself, and listen very quietly to all your debates. I + go from your philosophical discussions to the reading of Jeremy Taylor's + “Rule and Exercises of Holy Dying” without feeling that I have unfitted + myself in the least degree for its solemn reflections. And, as I have + mentioned his name, I cannot help saying that I do not believe that good + man himself would have ever shown the bitterness to those who seem to be + at variance with the received doctrines which one may see in some of the + newspapers that call themselves “religious.” I have kept a few old books + from my honored father's library, and among them is another of his which I + always thought had more true Christianity in its title than there is in a + good many whole volumes. I am going to take the book down, or up,—for + it is not a little one,—and write out the title, which, I dare say, + you remember, and very likely you have the book. “Discourse of the Liberty + of Prophesying, showing the Unreasonableness of prescribing to other Men's + Faith, and the Iniquity of persecuting Different Opinions.” + </p> + <p> + Now, my dear sir, I am sure you believe that I want to be liberal and + reasonable, and not to act like those weak alarmists who, whenever the + silly sheep begin to skip as if something was after them, and huddle + together in their fright, are sure there must be a bear or a lion coming + to eat them up. But for all that, I want to beg you to handle some of + these points, which are so involved in the creed of a good many + well-intentioned persons that you cannot separate them from it without + picking their whole belief to pieces, with more thought for them than you + might think at first they were entitled to. I have no doubt you gentlemen + are as wise as serpents, and I want you to be as harmless as doves. + </p> + <p> + The Young Girl who sits by me has, I know, strong religious instincts. + Instead of setting her out to ask all sorts of questions, I would rather, + if I had my way, encourage her to form a habit of attending to religious + duties, and make the most of the simple faith in which she was bred. I + think there are a good many questions young persons may safely postpone to + a more convenient season; and as this young creature is overworked, I hate + to have her excited by the fever of doubt which it cannot be denied is + largely prevailing in our time. + </p> + <p> + I know you must have looked on our other young friend, who has devoted + himself to the sublimest of the sciences, with as much interest as I do. + When I was a little girl I used to write out a line of Young's as a copy + in my writing-book, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “An undevout astronomer is mad”; +</pre> + <p> + but I do not now feel quite so sure that the contemplation of all the + multitude of remote worlds does not tend to weaken the idea of a personal + Deity. It is not so much that nebular theory which worries me, when I + think about this subject, as a kind of bewilderment when I try to conceive + of a consciousness filling all those frightful blanks of space they talk + about. I sometimes doubt whether that young man worships anything but the + stars. They tell me that many young students of science like him never see + the inside of a church. I cannot help wishing they did. It humanizes + people, quite apart from any higher influence it exerts upon them. One + reason, perhaps, why they do not care to go to places of worship is that + they are liable to hear the questions they know something about handled in + sermons by those who know very much less about them. And so they lose a + great deal. Almost every human being, however vague his notions of the + Power addressed, is capable of being lifted and solemnized by the exercise + of public prayer. When I was a young girl we travelled in Europe, and I + visited Ferney with my parents; and I remember we all stopped before a + chapel, and I read upon its front, I knew Latin enough to understand it, I + am pleased to say,—Deo erexit Voltaire. I never forgot it; and + knowing what a sad scoffer he was at most sacred things, I could not but + be impressed with the fact that even he was not satisfied with himself, + until he had shown his devotion in a public and lasting form. + </p> + <p> + We all want religion sooner or later. I am afraid there are some who have + no natural turn for it, as there are persons without an ear for music, to + which, if I remember right, I heard one of you comparing what you called + religious genius. But sorrow and misery bring even these to know what it + means, in a great many instances. May I not say to you, my friend, that I + am one who has learned the secret of the inner life by the discipline of + trials in the life of outward circumstance? I can remember the time when I + thought more about the shade of color in a ribbon, whether it matched my + complexion or not, than I did about my spiritual interests in this world + or the next. It was needful that I should learn the meaning of that text, + “Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.” + </p> + <p> + Since I have been taught in the school of trial I have felt, as I never + could before, how precious an inheritance is the smallest patrimony of + faith. When everything seemed gone from me, I found I had still one + possession. The bruised reed that I had never leaned on became my staff. + The smoking flax which had been a worry to my eyes burst into flame, and I + lighted the taper at it which has since guided all my footsteps. And I am + but one of the thousands who have had the same experience. They have been + through the depths of affliction, and know the needs of the human soul. It + will find its God in the unseen,—Father, Saviour, Divine Spirit, + Virgin Mother, it must and will breathe its longings and its griefs into + the heart of a Being capable of understanding all its necessities and + sympathizing with all its woes. + </p> + <p> + I am jealous, yes, I own I am jealous of any word, spoken or written, that + would tend to impair that birthright of reverence which becomes for so + many in after years the basis of a deeper religious sentiment. And yet, as + I have said, I cannot and will not shut my eyes to the problems which may + seriously affect our modes of conceiving the eternal truths on which, and + by which, our souls must live. What a fearful time is this into which we + poor sensitive and timid creatures are born! I suppose the life of every + century has more or less special resemblance to that of some particular + Apostle. I cannot help thinking this century has Thomas for its model. How + do you suppose the other Apostles felt when that experimental philosopher + explored the wounds of the Being who to them was divine with his + inquisitive forefinger? In our time that finger has multiplied itself into + ten thousand thousand implements of research, challenging all mysteries, + weighing the world as in a balance, and sifting through its prisms and + spectroscopes the light that comes from the throne of the Eternal. + </p> + <p> + Pity us, dear Lord, pity us! The peace in believing which belonged to + other ages is not for us. Again Thy wounds are opened that we may know + whether it is the blood of one like ourselves which flows from them, or + whether it is a Divinity that is bleeding for His creatures. Wilt Thou not + take the doubt of Thy children whom the time commands to try all things in + the place of the unquestioning faith of earlier and simpler-hearted + generations? We too have need of Thee. Thy martyrs in other ages were cast + into the flames, but no fire could touch their immortal and indestructible + faith. We sit in safety and in peace, so far as these poor bodies are + concerned; but our cherished beliefs, the hopes, the trust that stayed the + hearts of those we loved who have gone before us, are cast into the fiery + furnace of an age which is fast turning to dross the certainties and the + sanctities once prized as our most precious inheritance. You will + understand me, my dear sir, and all my solicitudes and apprehensions. Had + I never been assailed by the questions that meet all thinking persons in + our time, I might not have thought so anxiously about the risk of + perplexing others. I know as well as you must that there are many articles + of belief clinging to the skirts of our time which are the bequests of the + ages of ignorance that God winked at. But for all that I would train a + child in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, according to the simplest + and best creed I could disentangle from those barbarisms, and I would in + every way try to keep up in young persons that standard of reverence for + all sacred subjects which may, without any violent transition, grow and + ripen into the devotion of later years. Believe me, + </p> + <p> + Very sincerely yours, + </p> + <p> + I have thought a good deal about this letter and the writer of it lately. + She seemed at first removed to a distance from all of us, but here I find + myself in somewhat near relations with her. What has surprised me more + than that, however, is to find that she is becoming so much acquainted + with the Register of Deeds. Of all persons in the world, I should least + have thought of him as like to be interested in her, and still less, if + possible, of her fancying him. I can only say they have been in pretty + close conversation several times of late, and, if I dared to think it of + so very calm and dignified a personage, I should say that her color was a + little heightened after one or more of these interviews. No! that would be + too absurd! But I begin to think nothing is absurd in the matter of the + relations of the two sexes; and if this high-bred woman fancies the + attentions of a piece of human machinery like this elderly individual, it + is none of my business. + </p> + <p> + I have been at work on some more of the Young Astronomer's lines. I find + less occasion for meddling with them as he grows more used to + versification. I think I could analyze the processes going on in his mind, + and the conflict of instincts which he cannot in the nature of things + understand. But it is as well to give the reader a chance to find out for + himself what is going on in the young man's heart and intellect. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + III + + The snows that glittered on the disk of Mars + Have melted, and the planet's fiery orb + Rolls in the crimson summer of its year; + But what to me the summer or the snow + Of worlds that throb with life in forms unknown, + If life indeed be theirs; I heed not these. + My heart is simply human; all my care + For them whose dust is fashioned like mine own; + These ache with cold and hunger, live in pain, + And shake with fear of worlds more full of woe; + There may be others worthier of my love, + But such I know not save through these I know. + + There are two veils of language, hid beneath + Whose sheltering folds, we dare to be ourselves; + And not that other self which nods and smiles + And babbles in our name; the one is Prayer, + Lending its licensed freedom to the tongue + That tells our sorrows and our sins to Heaven; + The other, Verse, that throws its spangled web + Around our naked speech and makes it bold. + I, whose best prayer is silence; sitting dumb + In the great temple where I nightly serve + Him who is throned in light, have dared to claim + The poet's franchise, though I may not hope + To wear his garland; hear me while I tell + My story in such form as poets use, + But breathed in fitful whispers, as the wind + Sighs and then slumbers, wakes and sighs again. + + Thou Vision, floating in the breathless air + Between me and the fairest of the stars, + I tell my lonely thoughts as unto thee. + Look not for marvels of the scholar's pen + In my rude measure; I can only show + A slender-margined, unillumined page, + And trust its meaning to the flattering eye + That reads it in the gracious light of love. + Ah, wouldst thou clothe thyself in breathing shape + And nestle at my side, my voice should lend + Whate'er my verse may lack of tender rhythm + To make thee listen. + + I have stood entranced + When, with her fingers wandering o'er the keys, + The white enchantress with the golden hair + Breathed all her soul through some unvalued rhyme; + Some flower of song that long had lost its bloom; + Lo! its dead summer kindled as she sang! + The sweet contralto, like the ringdove's coo, + Thrilled it with brooding, fond, caressing tones, + And the pale minstrel's passion lived again, + Tearful and trembling as a dewy rose + The wind has shaken till it fills the air + With light and fragrance. Such the wondrous charm + A song can borrow when the bosom throbs + That lends it breath. + + So from the poet's lips + His verse sounds doubly sweet, for none like him + Feels every cadence of its wave-like flow; + He lives the passion over, while he reads, + That shook him as he sang his lofty strain, + And pours his life through each resounding line, + As ocean, when the stormy winds are hushed, + Still rolls and thunders through his billowy caves. + + Let me retrace the record of the years + That made me what I am. A man most wise, + But overworn with toil and bent with age, + Sought me to be his scholar,—me, run wild + From books and teachers,—kindled in my soul + The love of knowledge; led me to his tower, + Showed me the wonders of the midnight realm + His hollow sceptre ruled, or seemed to rule, + Taught me the mighty secrets of the spheres, + Trained me to find the glimmering specks of light + Beyond the unaided sense, and on my chart + To string them one by one, in order due, + As on a rosary a saint his beads. + + I was his only scholar; I became + The echo to his thought; whate'er he knew + Was mine for asking; so from year to year + We wrought together, till there came a time + When I, the learner, was the master half + Of the twinned being in the dome-crowned tower. + + Minds roll in paths like planets; they revolve + This in a larger, that a narrower ring, + But round they come at last to that same phase, + That self-same light and shade they showed before. + I learned his annual and his monthly tale, + His weekly axiom and his daily phrase, + I felt them coming in the laden air, + And watched them laboring up to vocal breath, + Even as the first-born at his father's board + Knows ere he speaks the too familiar jest + Is on its way, by some mysterious sign + Forewarned, the click before the striking bell. + + He shrivelled as I spread my growing leaves, + Till trust and reverence changed to pitying care; + He lived for me in what he once had been, + But I for him, a shadow, a defence, + The guardian of his fame, his guide, his staff, + Leaned on so long he fell if left alone. + I was his eye, his ear, his cunning hand, + Love was my spur and longing after fame, + But his the goading thorn of sleepless age + That sees its shortening span, its lengthening shades, + That clutches what it may with eager grasp, + And drops at last with empty, outstretched hands. + + All this he dreamed not. He would sit him down + Thinking to work his problems as of old, + And find the star he thought so plain a blur, + The columned figures labyrinthine wilds + Without my comment, blind and senseless scrawls + That vexed him with their riddles; he would strive + And struggle for a while, and then his eye + Would lose its light, and over all his mind + The cold gray mist would settle; and erelong + The darkness fell, and I was left alone. + + Alone! no climber of an Alpine cliff, + No Arctic venturer on the waveless sea, + Feels the dread stillness round him as it chills + The heart of him who leaves the slumbering earth + To watch the silent worlds that crowd the sky. + + Alone! And as the shepherd leaves his flock + To feed upon the hillside, he meanwhile + Finds converse in the warblings of the pipe + Himself has fashioned for his vacant hour, + So have I grown companion to myself, + And to the wandering spirits of the air + That smile and whisper round us in our dreams. + Thus have I learned to search if I may know + The whence and why of all beneath the stars + And all beyond them, and to weigh my life + As in a balance, poising good and ill + Against each other,-asking of the Power + That flung me forth among the whirling worlds, + If I am heir to any inborn right, + Or only as an atom of the dust + That every wind may blow where'er it will. + + I am not humble; I was shown my place, + Clad in such robes as Nature had at hand; + Took what she gave, not chose; I know no shame, + No fear for being simply what I am. + I am not proud, I hold my every breath + At Nature's mercy. I am as a babe + Borne in a giant's arms, he knows not where; + Each several heart-beat, counted like the coin + A miser reckons, is a special gift + As from an unseen hand; if that withhold + Its bounty for a moment, I am left + A clod upon the earth to which I fall. + + Something I find in me that well might claim + The love of beings in a sphere above + This doubtful twilight world of right and wrong; + Something that shows me of the self-same clay + That creeps or swims or flies in humblest form. + Had I been asked, before I left my bed + Of shapeless dust, what clothing I would wear, + I would have said, More angel and less worm; + But for their sake who are even such as I, + Of the same mingled blood, I would not choose + To hate that meaner portion of myself + Which makes me brother to the least of men. + + I dare not be a coward with my lips + Who dare to question all things in my soul; + Some men may find their wisdom on their knees, + Some prone and grovelling in the dust like slaves; + Let the meek glow-worm glisten in the dew; + I ask to lift my taper to the sky + As they who hold their lamps above their heads, + Trusting the larger currents up aloft, + Rather than crossing eddies round their breast, + Threatening with every puff the flickering blaze. + + My life shall be a challenge, not a truce! + This is my homage to the mightier powers, + To ask my boldest question, undismayed + By muttered threats that some hysteric sense + Of wrong or insult will convulse the throne + Where wisdom reigns supreme; and if I err, + They all must err who have to feel their way + As bats that fly at noon; for what are we + But creatures of the night, dragged forth by day, + Who needs must stumble, and with stammering steps + Spell out their paths in syllables of pain? + + Thou wilt not hold in scorn the child who dares + Look up to Thee, the Father,—dares to ask + More than Thy wisdom answers. From Thy hand + The worlds were cast; yet every leaflet claims + From that same hand its little shining sphere + Of star-lit dew; thine image, the great sun, + Girt with his mantle of tempestuous flame, + + Glares in mid-heaven; but to his noontide blaze + The slender violet lifts its lidless eye, + And from his splendor steals its fairest hue, + Its sweetest perfume from his scorching fire. +</pre> + <p> + I may just as well stop here as anywhere, for there is more of the + manuscript to come, and I can only give it in instalments. + </p> + <p> + The Young Astronomer had told me I might read any portions of his + manuscript I saw fit to certain friends. I tried this last extract on the + old Master. + </p> + <p> + It's the same story we all have to tell,—said he, when I had done + reading.—We are all asking questions nowadays. I should like to hear + him read some of his verses himself, and I think some of the other + boarders would like to. I wonder if he wouldn't do it, if we asked him! + Poets read their own compositions in a singsong sort of way; but they do + seem to love 'em so, that I always enjoy it. It makes me laugh a little + inwardly to see how they dandle their poetical babies, but I don't let + them know it. We must get up a select party of the boarders to hear him + read. We'll send him a regular invitation. I will put my name at the head + of it, and you shall write it. + </p> + <p> + —That was neatly done. How I hate writing such things! But I suppose + I must do it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII + </h2> + <p> + The Master and I had been thinking for some time of trying to get the + Young Astronomer round to our side of the table. There are many subjects + on which both of us like to talk with him, and it would be convenient to + have him nearer to us. How to manage it was not quite so clear as it might + have been. The Scarabee wanted to sit with his back to the light, as it + was in his present position. He used his eyes so much in studying minute + objects, that he wished to spare them all fatigue, and did not like facing + a window. Neither of us cared to ask the Man of Letters, so called, to + change his place, and of course we could not think of making such a + request of the Young Girl or the Lady. So we were at a stand with + reference to this project of ours. + </p> + <p> + But while we were proposing, Fate or Providence disposed everything for + us. The Man of Letters, so called, was missing one morning, having folded + his tent—that is, packed his carpet-bag—with the silence of + the Arabs, and encamped—that is, taken lodgings—in some + locality which he had forgotten to indicate. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady bore this sudden bereavement remarkably well. Her remarks and + reflections; though borrowing the aid of homely imagery and doing + occasional violence to the nicer usages of speech, were not without + philosophical discrimination. + </p> + <p> + —I like a gentleman that is a gentleman. But there's a difference in + what folks call gentlemen as there is in what you put on table. There is + cabbages and there is cauliflowers. There is clams and there is oysters. + There is mackerel and there is salmon. And there is some that knows the + difference and some that doos n't. I had a little account with that + boarder that he forgot to settle before he went off, so all of a suddin. I + sha'n't say anything about it. I've seen the time when I should have felt + bad about losing what he owed me, but it was no great matter; and if he + 'll only stay away now he 's gone, I can stand losing it, and not cry my + eyes out nor lay awake all night neither. I never had ought to have took + him. Where he come from and where he's gone to is unbeknown to me. If he'd + only smoked good tobacco, I wouldn't have said a word; but it was such + dreadful stuff, it 'll take a week to get his chamber sweet enough to show + them that asks for rooms. It doos smell like all possest. + </p> + <p> + —Left any goods?—asked the Salesman. + </p> + <p> + —Or dockermunts?—added the Member of the Haouse. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady answered with a faded smile, which implied that there was no + hope in that direction. Dr. Benjamin, with a sudden recurrence of youthful + feeling, made a fan with the fingers of his right hand, the second phalanx + of the thumb resting on the tip of the nose, and the remaining digits + diverging from each other, in the plane of the median line of the face,—I + suppose this is the way he would have described the gesture, which is + almost a specialty of the Parisian gamin. That Boy immediately copied it, + and added greatly to its effect by extending the fingers of the other hand + in a line with those of the first, and vigorously agitating those of the + two hands,—a gesture which acts like a puncture on the distended + self-esteem of one to whom it is addressed, and cheapens the memory of the + absent to a very low figure. + </p> + <p> + I wish the reader to observe that I treasure up with interest all the + words uttered by the Salesman. It must have been noticed that he very + rarely speaks. Perhaps he has an inner life, with its own deep emotional, + and lofty contemplative elements, but as we see him, he is the boarder + reduced to the simplest expression of that term. Yet, like most human + creatures, he has generic and specific characters not unworthy of being + studied. I notice particularly a certain electrical briskness of movement, + such as one may see in a squirrel, which clearly belongs to his calling. + The dry-goodsman's life behind his counter is a succession of sudden, + snappy perceptions and brief series of coordinate spasms; as thus: + </p> + <p> + “Purple calico, three quarters wide, six yards.” + </p> + <p> + Up goes the arm; bang! tumbles out the flat roll and turns half a dozen + somersets, as if for the fun of the thing; the six yards of calico hurry + over the measuring nails, hunching their backs up, like six cankerworms; + out jump the scissors; snip, clip, rip; the stuff is wisped up, brown—papered, + tied, labelled, delivered, and the man is himself again, like a child just + come out of a convulsion-fit. Think of a man's having some hundreds of + these semi-epileptic seizures every day, and you need not wonder that he + does not say much; these fits take the talk all out of him. + </p> + <p> + But because he, or any other man, does not say much, it does not follow + that he may not have, as I have said, an exalted and intense inner life. I + have known a number of cases where a man who seemed thoroughly commonplace + and unemotional has all at once surprised everybody by telling the story + of his hidden life far more pointedly and dramatically than any playwright + or novelist or poet could have told it for him. I will not insult your + intelligence, Beloved, by saying how he has told it. + </p> + <p> + —We had been talking over the subjects touched upon in the Lady's + letter. + </p> + <p> + —I suppose one man in a dozen—said the Master—ought to + be born a skeptic. That was the proportion among the Apostles, at any + rate. + </p> + <p> + —So there was one Judas among them,—I remarked. + </p> + <p> + —Well,—said the Master,—they 've been whitewashing Judas + of late. But never mind him. I did not say there was not one rogue on the + average among a dozen men. I don't see how that would interfere with my + proposition. If I say that among a dozen men you ought to find one that + weighs over a hundred and fifty pounds, and you tell me that there were + twelve men in your club, and one of 'em had red hair, I don't see that you + have materially damaged my statement. + </p> + <p> + —I thought it best to let the old Master have his easy victory, + which was more apparent than real, very evidently, and he went on. + </p> + <p> + —When the Lord sends out a batch of human beings, say a hundred—Did + you ever read my book, the new edition of it, I mean? + </p> + <p> + It is rather awkward to answer such a question in the negative, but I + said, with the best grace I could, “No, not the last edition.” + </p> + <p> + —Well, I must give you a copy of it. My book and I are pretty much + the same thing. Sometimes I steal from my book in my talk without + mentioning it, and then I say to myself, “Oh, that won't do; everybody has + read my book and knows it by heart.” And then the other I says,—you + know there are two of us, right and left, like a pair of shoes,—the + other I says, “You're a—something or other—fool. They have n't + read your confounded old book; besides, if they have, they have forgotten + all about it.” Another time, I say, thinking I will be very honest, “I + have said something about that in my book”; and then the other I says, + “What a Balaam's quadruped you are to tell 'em it's in your book; they + don't care whether it is or not, if it's anything worth saying; and if it + isn't worth saying, what are you braying for?” That is a rather sensible + fellow, that other chap we talk with, but an impudent whelp. I never got + such abuse from any blackguard in my life as I have from that No. 2 of me, + the one that answers the other's questions and makes the comments, and + does what in demotic phrase is called the “sarsing.” + </p> + <p> + —I laughed at that. I have just such a fellow always with me, as + wise as Solomon, if I would only heed him; but as insolent as Shimei, + cursing, and throwing stones and dirt, and behaving as if he had the + traditions of the “ape-like human being” born with him rather than + civilized instincts. One does not have to be a king to know what it is to + keep a king's jester. + </p> + <p> + —I mentioned my book,—the Master said, because I have + something in it on the subject we were talking about. I should like to + read you a passage here and there out of it, where I have expressed myself + a little more freely on some of those matters we handle in conversation. + If you don't quarrel with it, I must give you a copy of the book. It's a + rather serious thing to get a copy of a book from the writer of it. It has + made my adjectives sweat pretty hard, I know, to put together an answer + returning thanks and not lying beyond the twilight of veracity, if one may + use a figure. Let me try a little of my book on you, in divided doses, as + my friends the doctors say. + </p> + <p> + -Fiat experimentum in corpore vili,—I said, laughing at my own + expense. I don't doubt the medicament is quite as good as the patient + deserves, and probably a great deal better,—I added, reinforcing my + feeble compliment. + </p> + <p> + [When you pay a compliment to an author, don't qualify it in the next + sentence so as to take all the goodness out of it. Now I am thinking of + it, I will give you one or two pieces of advice. Be careful to assure + yourself that the person you are talking with wrote the article or book + you praise. It is not very pleasant to be told, “Well, there, now! I + always liked your writings, but you never did anything half so good as + this last piece,” and then to have to tell the blunderer that this last + piece is n't yours, but t' other man's. Take care that the phrase or + sentence you commend is not one that is in quotation-marks. “The best + thing in your piece, I think, is a line I do not remember meeting before; + it struck me as very true and well expressed: + </p> + <p> + “'An honest man's the noblest work of God.' + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear lady, that line is one which is to be found in a writer of + the last century, and not original with me.” One ought not to have + undeceived her, perhaps, but one is naturally honest, and cannot bear to + be credited with what is not his own. The lady blushes, of course, and + says she has not read much ancient literature, or some such thing. The + pearl upon the Ethiop's arm is very pretty in verse, but one does not care + to furnish the dark background for other persons' jewelry.] + </p> + <p> + I adjourned from the table in company with the old Master to his + apartments. He was evidently in easy circumstances, for he had the best + accommodations the house afforded. We passed through a reception room to + his library, where everything showed that he had ample means for indulging + the modest tastes of a scholar. + </p> + <p> + —The first thing, naturally, when one enters a scholar's study or + library, is to look at his books. One gets a notion very speedily of his + tastes and the range of his pursuits by a glance round his bookshelves. + </p> + <p> + Of course, you know there are many fine houses where the library is a part + of the upholstery, so to speak. Books in handsome binding kept locked + under plate-glass in showy dwarf bookcases are as important to stylish + establishments as servants in livery; who sit with folded arms, are to + stylish equipages. I suppose those wonderful statues with the folded arms + do sometimes change their attitude, and I suppose those books with the + gilded backs do sometimes get opened, but it is nobody's business whether + they do or not, and it is not best to ask too many questions. + </p> + <p> + This sort of thing is common enough, but there is another case that may + prove deceptive if you undertake to judge from appearances. Once in a + while you will come on a house where you will find a family of readers and + almost no library. Some of the most indefatigable devourers of literature + have very few books. They belong to book clubs, they haunt the public + libraries, they borrow of friends, and somehow or other get hold of + everything they want, scoop out all it holds for them, and have done with + it. When I want a book, it is as a tiger wants a sheep. I must have it + with one spring, and, if I miss it, go away defeated and hungry. And my + experience with public libraries is that the first volume of the book I + inquire for is out, unless I happen to want the second, when that is out. + </p> + <p> + —I was pretty well prepared to understand the Master's library and + his account of it. We seated ourselves in two very comfortable chairs, and + I began the conversation. + </p> + <p> + -I see you have a large and rather miscellaneous collection of books. Did + you get them together by accident or according to some preconceived plan? + </p> + <p> + —Both, sir, both,—the Master answered. When Providence throws + a good book in my way, I bow to its decree and purchase it as an act of + piety, if it is reasonably or unreasonably cheap. I adopt a certain number + of books every year, out of a love for the foundlings and stray children + of other people's brains that nobody seems to care for. Look here. + </p> + <p> + He took down a Greek Lexicon finely bound in calf, and spread it open. + </p> + <p> + Do you see that Hedericus? I had Greek dictionaries enough and to spare, + but I saw that noble quarto lying in the midst of an ignoble crowd of + cheap books, and marked with a price which I felt to be an insult to + scholarship, to the memory of Homer, sir, and the awful shade of + AEschylus. I paid the mean price asked for it, and I wanted to double it, + but I suppose it would have been a foolish sacrifice of coin to sentiment: + I love that book for its looks and behavior. None of your “half-calf” + economies in that volume, sir! And see how it lies open anywhere! There is + n't a book in my library that has such a generous way of laying its + treasures before you. From Alpha to Omega, calm, assured rest at any page + that your choice or accident may light on. No lifting of a rebellious leaf + like an upstart servant that does not know his place and can never be + taught manners, but tranquil, well-bred repose. A book may be a perfect + gentleman in its aspect and demeanor, and this book would be good company + for personages like Roger Ascham and his pupils the Lady Elizabeth and the + Lady Jane Grey. + </p> + <p> + The Master was evidently riding a hobby, and what I wanted to know was the + plan on which he had formed his library. So I brought him back to the + point by asking him the question in so many words. + </p> + <p> + Yes,—he said,—I have a kind of notion of the way in which a + library ought to be put together—no, I don't mean that, I mean ought + to grow. I don't pretend to say that mine is a model, but it serves my + turn well enough, and it represents me pretty accurately. A scholar must + shape his own shell, secrete it one might almost say, for secretion is + only separation, you know, of certain elements derived from the materials + of the world about us. And a scholar's study, with the books lining its + walls, is his shell. It is n't a mollusk's shell, either; it 's a + caddice-worm's shell. You know about the caddice-worm? + </p> + <p> + —More or less; less rather than more,—was my humble reply. + </p> + <p> + Well, sir, the caddice-worm is the larva of a fly, and he makes a case for + himself out of all sorts of bits of everything that happen to suit his + particular fancy, dead or alive, sticks and stones and small shells with + their owners in 'em, living as comfortable as ever. Every one of these + caddice-worms has his special fancy as to what he will pick up and glue + together, with a kind of natural cement he provides himself, to make his + case out of. In it he lives, sticking his head and shoulders out once in a + while, that is all. Don't you see that a student in his library is a + caddice-worm in his case? I've told you that I take an interest in pretty + much everything, and don't mean to fence out any human interests from the + private grounds of my intelligence. Then, again, there is a subject, + perhaps I may say there is more than one, that I want to exhaust, to know + to the very bottom. And besides, of course I must have my literary harem, + my pare aux cerfs, where my favorites await my moments of leisure and + pleasure,—my scarce and precious editions, my luxurious + typographical masterpieces; my Delilahs, that take my head in their lap: + the pleasant story-tellers and the like; the books I love because they are + fair to look upon, prized by collectors, endeared by old associations, + secret treasures that nobody else knows anything about; books, in short, + that I like for insufficient reasons it may be, but peremptorily, and mean + to like and to love and to cherish till death us do part. + </p> + <p> + Don't you see I have given you a key to the way my library is made up, so + that you can apriorize the plan according to which I have filled my + bookcases? I will tell you how it is carried out. + </p> + <p> + In the first place, you see, I have four extensive cyclopaedias. Out of + these I can get information enough to serve my immediate purpose on almost + any subject. These, of course, are supplemented by geographical, + biographical, bibliographical, and other dictionaries, including of course + lexicons to all the languages I ever meddle with. Next to these come the + works relating to my one or two specialties, and these collections I make + as perfect as I can. Every library should try to be complete on something, + if it were only on the history of pin-heads. I don't mean that I buy all + the trashy compilations on my special subjects, but I try to have all the + works of any real importance relating to them, old as well as new. In the + following compartment you will find the great authors in all the languages + I have mastered, from Homer and Hesiod downward to the last great English + name. + </p> + <p> + This division, you see, you can make almost as extensive or as limited as + you choose. You can crowd the great representative writers into a small + compass; or you can make a library consisting only of the different + editions of Horace, if you have space and money enough. Then comes the + Harem, the shelf or the bookcase of Delilahs, that you have paid wicked + prices for, that you love without pretending to be reasonable about it, + and would bag in case of fire before all the rest, just as Mr. Townley + took the Clytie to his carriage when the anti-Catholic mob threatened his + house in 1780. As for the foundlings like my Hedericus, they go among + their peers; it is a pleasure to take them, from the dusty stall where + they were elbowed by plebeian school-books and battered odd volumes, and + give them Alduses and Elzevirs for companions. + </p> + <p> + Nothing remains but the Infirmary. The most painful subjects are the + unfortunates that have lost a cover. Bound a hundred years ago, perhaps, + and one of the rich old browned covers gone—what a pity! Do you know + what to do about it? I 'll tell you,—no, I 'll show you. Look at + this volume. M. T. Ciceronis Opera,—a dozen of 'em,—one of 'em + minus half his cover, a poor one-legged cripple, six months ago,—now + see him. + </p> + <p> + —He looked very respectably indeed, both covers dark, ancient, very + decently matched; one would hardly notice the fact that they were not + twins. + </p> + <p> + -I 'll tell you what I did. You poor devil, said I, you are a disgrace to + your family. We must send you to a surgeon and have some kind of a + Taliacotian operation performed on you. (You remember the operation as + described in Hudibras, of course.) The first thing was to find a subject + of similar age and aspect ready to part with one of his members. So I went + to Quidlibet's,—you know Quidlibet and that hieroglyphic sign of his + with the omniscient-looking eye as its most prominent feature,—and + laid my case before him. I want you, said I, to look up an old book of + mighty little value,—one of your ten-cent vagabonds would be the + sort of thing,—but an old beggar, with a cover like this, and lay it + by for me. + </p> + <p> + And Quidlibet, who is a pleasant body to deal with,—only he has + insulted one or two gentlemanly books by selling them to me at very + low-bred and shamefully insufficient prices,—Quidlibet, I say, laid + by three old books for me to help myself from, and did n't take the + trouble even to make me pay the thirty cents for 'em. Well, said I to + myself, let us look at our three books that have undergone the last insult + short of the trunkmaker's or the paper-mills, and see what they are. There + may be something worth looking at in one or the other of 'em. + </p> + <p> + Now do you know it was with a kind of a tremor that I untied the package + and looked at these three unfortunates, too humble for the companionable + dime to recognize as its equal in value. The same sort of feeling you know + if you ever tried the Bible-and-key, or the Sortes Virgiliance. I think + you will like to know what the three books were which had been bestowed + upon me gratis, that I might tear away one of the covers of the one that + best matched my Cicero, and give it to the binder to cobble my crippled + volume with. + </p> + <p> + The Master took the three books from a cupboard and continued. + </p> + <p> + No. I. An odd volume of The Adventurer. It has many interesting things + enough, but is made precious by containing Simon Browne's famous + Dedication to the Queen of his Answer to Tindal's “Christianity as old as + the Creation.” Simon Browne was the Man without a Soul. An excellent + person, a most worthy dissenting minister, but lying under a strange + delusion. + </p> + <p> + Here is a paragraph from his Dedication: + </p> + <p> + “He was once a man; and of some little name; but of no worth, as his + present unparalleled case makes but too manifest; for by the immediate + hand of an avenging GOD, his very thinking substance has, for more than + seven years, been continually wasting away, till it is wholly perished out + of him, if it be not utterly come to nothing. None, no, not the least + remembrance of its very ruins, remains, not the shadow of an idea is left, + nor any sense that so much as one single one, perfect or imperfect, whole + or diminished, ever did appear to a mind within him, or was perceived by + it.” + </p> + <p> + Think of this as the Dedication of a book “universally allowed to be the + best which that controversy produced,” and what a flood of light it pours + on the insanities of those self-analyzing diarists whose morbid reveries + have been so often mistaken for piety! No. I. had something for me, then, + besides the cover, which was all it claimed to have worth offering. + </p> + <p> + No. II. was “A View of Society and Manners in Italy.” Vol. III. By John + Moore, M. D. (Zeluco Moore.) You know his pleasant book. In this + particular volume what interested me most, perhaps, was the very spirited + and intelligent account of the miracle of the liquefaction of the blood of + Saint Januarius, but it gave me an hour's mighty agreeable reading. So + much for Number Two. + </p> + <p> + No. III. was “An ESSAY On the Great EFFECTS of Even Languid and Unheeded + LOCAL MOTION.” By the Hon. Robert Boyle. Published in 1685, and, as + appears from other sources, “received with great and general applause.” I + confess I was a little startled to find how near this earlier philosopher + had come to the modern doctrines, such as are illustrated in Tyndall's + “Heat considered as a Mode of Motion.” He speaks of “Us, who endeavor to + resolve the Phenomena of Nature into Matter and Local motion.” That sounds + like the nineteenth century, but what shall we say to this? “As when a bar + of iron or silver, having been well hammered, is newly taken off of the + anvil; though the eye can discern no motion in it, yet the touch will + readily perceive it to be very hot, and if you spit upon it, the brisk + agitation of the insensible parts will become visible in that which they + will produce in the liquor.” He takes a bar of tin, and tries whether by + bending it to and fro two or three times he cannot “procure a considerable + internal commotion among the parts “; and having by this means broken or + cracked it in the middle, finds, as he expected, that the middle parts had + considerably heated each other. There are many other curious and + interesting observations in the volume which I should like to tell you of, + but these will serve my purpose. + </p> + <p> + —Which book furnished you the old cover you wanted?—said I. + </p> + <p> + —Did he kill the owl?—said the Master, laughing. [I suppose + you, the reader, know the owl story.]—It was Number Two that lent me + one of his covers. Poor wretch! He was one of three, and had lost his two + brothers. From him that hath not shall be taken even that which he hath. + The Scripture had to be fulfilled in his case. But I couldn't help saying + to myself, What do you keep writing books for, when the stalls are covered + all over with 'em, good books, too, that nobody will give ten cents apiece + for, lying there like so many dead beasts of burden, of no account except + to strip off their hides? What is the use, I say? I have made a book or + two in my time, and I am making another that perhaps will see the light + one of these days. But if I had my life to live over again, I think I + should go in for silence, and get as near to Nirvana as I could. This + language is such a paltry tool! The handle of it cuts and the blade + doesn't. You muddle yourself by not knowing what you mean by a word, and + send out your unanswered riddles and rebuses to clear up other people's + difficulties. It always seems to me that talk is a ripple and thought is a + ground swell. A string of words, that mean pretty much anything, helps you + in a certain sense to get hold of a thought, just as a string of syllables + that mean nothing helps you to a word; but it's a poor business, it's a + poor business, and the more you study definition the more you find out how + poor it is. Do you know I sometimes think our little entomological + neighbor is doing a sounder business than we people that make books about + ourselves and our slippery abstractions? A man can see the spots on a bug + and count 'em, and tell what their color is, and put another bug alongside + of him and see whether the two are alike or different. And when he uses a + word he knows just what he means. There is no mistake as to the meaning + and identity of pulex irritans, confound him! + </p> + <p> + —What if we should look in, some day, on the Scarabeeist, as he + calls himself?—said I.—The fact is the Master had got agoing + at such a rate that I was willing to give a little turn to the + conversation. + </p> + <p> + —Oh, very well,—said the Master,—I had some more things + to say, but I don't doubt they'll keep. And besides, I take an interest in + entomology, and have my own opinion on the meloe question. + </p> + <p> + —You don't mean to say you have studied insects as well as solar + systems and the order of things generally? + </p> + <p> + —He looked pleased. All philosophers look pleased when people say to + them virtually, “Ye are gods.” The Master says he is vain + constitutionally, and thanks God that he is. I don't think he has enough + vanity to make a fool of himself with it, but the simple truth is he + cannot help knowing that he has a wide and lively intelligence, and it + pleases him to know it, and to be reminded of it, especially in an oblique + and tangential sort of way, so as not to look like downright flattery. + </p> + <p> + Yes, yes, I have amused a summer or two with insects, among other things. + I described a new tabanus,—horsefly, you know,—which, I think, + had escaped notice. I felt as grand when I showed up my new discovery as + if I had created the beast. I don't doubt Herschel felt as if he had made + a planet when he first showed the astronomers Georgium Sidus, as he called + it. And that reminds me of something. I was riding on the outside of a + stagecoach from London to Windsor in the year—never mind the year, + but it must have been in June, I suppose, for I bought some strawberries. + England owes me a sixpence with interest from date, for I gave the woman a + shilling, and the coach contrived to start or the woman timed it so that I + just missed getting my change. What an odd thing memory is, to be sure, to + have kept such a triviality, and have lost so much that was invaluable! + She is a crazy wench, that Mnemosyne; she throws her jewels out of the + window and locks up straws and old rags in her strong box. + </p> + <p> + [De profundis! said I to myself, the bottom of the bushel has dropped out! + Sancta—Maria, ora pro nobis!] + </p> + <p> + —But as I was saying, I was riding on the outside of a stage-coach + from London to Windsor, when all at once a picture familiar to me from my + New England village childhood came upon me like a reminiscence rather than + a revelation. It was a mighty bewilderment of slanted masts and spars and + ladders and ropes, from the midst of which a vast tube, looking as if it + might be a piece of ordnance such as the revolted angels battered the + walls of Heaven with, according to Milton, lifted its muzzle defiantly + towards the sky. Why, you blessed old rattletrap, said I to myself, I know + you as well as I know my father's spectacles and snuff-box! And that same + crazy witch of a Memory, so divinely wise and foolish, travels thirty-five + hundred miles or so in a single pulse-beat, makes straight for an old + house and an old library and an old corner of it, and whisks out a volume + of an old cyclopaedia, and there is the picture of which this is the + original. Sir William Herschel's great telescope! It was just about as + big, as it stood there by the roadside, as it was in the picture, not much + different any way. Why should it be? The pupil of your eye is only a + gimlet-hole, not so very much bigger than the eye of a sail-needle, and a + camel has to go through it before you can see him. You look into a + stereoscope and think you see a miniature of a building or a mountain; you + don't, you 're made a fool of by your lying intelligence, as you call it; + you see the building and the mountain just as large as with your naked eye + looking straight at the real objects. Doubt it, do you? Perhaps you'd like + to doubt it to the music of a couple of gold five-dollar pieces. If you + would, say the word, and man and money, as Messrs. Heenan and Morrissey + have it, shall be forthcoming; for I will make you look at a real + landscape with your right eye, and a stereoscopic view of it with your + left eye, both at once, and you can slide one over the other by a little + management and see how exactly the picture overlies the true landscape. We + won't try it now, because I want to read you something out of my book. + </p> + <p> + —I have noticed that the Master very rarely fails to come back to + his original proposition, though he, like myself, is fond of zigzagging in + order to reach it. Men's minds are like the pieces on a chess-board in + their way of moving. One mind creeps from the square it is on to the next, + straight forward, like the pawns. Another sticks close to its own line of + thought and follows it as far as it goes, with no heed for others' + opinions, as the bishop sweeps the board in the line of his own color. And + another class of minds break through everything that lies before them, + ride over argument and opposition, and go to the end of the board, like + the castle. But there is still another sort of intellect which is very apt + to jump over the thought that stands next and come down in the unexpected + way of the knight. But that same knight, as the chess manuals will show + you, will contrive to get on to every square of the board in a pretty + series of moves that looks like a pattern of embroidery, and so these + zigzagging minds like the Master's, and I suppose my own is something like + it, will sooner or later get back to the square next the one they started + from. + </p> + <p> + The Master took down a volume from one of the shelves. I could not help + noticing that it was a shelf near his hand as he sat, and that the volume + looked as if he had made frequent use of it. I saw, too, that he handled + it in a loving sort of way; the tenderness he would have bestowed on a + wife and children had to find a channel somewhere, and what more natural + than that he should look fondly on the volume which held the thoughts that + had rolled themselves smooth and round in his mind like pebbles on a + beach, the dreams which, under cover of the simple artifices such as all + writers use, told the little world of readers his secret hopes and + aspirations, the fancies which had pleased him and which he could not bear + to let die without trying to please others with them? I have a great + sympathy with authors, most of all with unsuccessful ones. If one had a + dozen lives or so, it would all be very well, but to have only a single + ticket in the great lottery, and have that drawn a blank, is a rather sad + sort of thing. So I was pleased to see the affectionate kind of pride with + which the Master handled his book; it was a success, in its way, and he + looked on it with a cheerful sense that he had a right to be proud of it. + The Master opened the volume, and, putting on his large round glasses, + began reading, as authors love to read that love their books. + </p> + <p> + —The only good reason for believing in the stability of the moral + order of things is to be found in the tolerable steadiness of human + averages. Out of a hundred human beings fifty-one will be found in the + long run on the side of the right, so far as they know it, and against the + wrong. They will be organizers rather than disorganizers, helpers and not + hinderers in the upward movement of the race. This is the main fact we + have to depend on. The right hand of the great organism is a little + stronger than the left, that is all. + </p> + <p> + Now and then we come across a left-handed man. So now and then we find a + tribe or a generation, the subject of what we may call moral + left-handedness, but that need not trouble us about our formula. All we + have to do is to spread the average over a wider territory or a longer + period of time. Any race or period that insists on being left-handed must + go under if it comes in contact with a right-handed one. If there were, as + a general rule, fifty-one rogues in the hundred instead of forty-nine, all + other qualities of mind and body being equally distributed between the two + sections, the order of things would sooner or later end in universal + disorder. It is the question between the leak and the pumps. + </p> + <p> + It does not seem very likely that the Creator of all things is taken by + surprise at witnessing anything any of his creatures do or think. Men have + sought out many inventions, but they can have contrived nothing which did + not exist as an idea in the omniscient consciousness to which past, + present, and future are alike Now. + </p> + <p> + We read what travellers tell us about the King of Dahomey, or the Fejee + Island people, or the short and simple annals of the celebrities recorded + in the Newgate Calendar, and do not know just what to make of these + brothers and sisters of the race; but I do not suppose an intelligence + even as high as the angelic beings, to stop short there, would see + anything very peculiar or wonderful about them, except as everything is + wonderful and unlike everything else. + </p> + <p> + It is very curious to see how science, that is, looking at and arranging + the facts of a case with our own eyes and our own intelligence, without + minding what somebody else has said, or how some old majority vote went in + a pack of intriguing ecclesiastics,—I say it is very curious to see + how science is catching up with one superstition after another. + </p> + <p> + There is a recognized branch of science familiar to all those who know + anything of the studies relating to life, under the name of Teratology. It + deals with all sorts of monstrosities which are to be met with in living + beings, and more especially in animals. It is found that what used to be + called lusus naturae, or freaks of nature, are just as much subject to + laws as the naturally developed forms of living creatures. + </p> + <p> + The rustic looks at the Siamese twins, and thinks he is contemplating an + unheard-of anomaly; but there are plenty of cases like theirs in the books + of scholars, and though they are not quite so common as double cherries, + the mechanism of their formation is not a whit more mysterious than that + of the twinned fruits. Such cases do not disturb the average arrangement; + we have Changs and Engs at one pole, and Cains and Abels at the other. One + child is born with six fingers on each hand, and another falls short by + one or more fingers of his due allowance; but the glover puts his faith in + the great law of averages, and makes his gloves with five fingers apiece, + trusting nature for their counterparts. + </p> + <p> + Thinking people are not going to be scared out of explaining or at least + trying to explain things by the shrieks of persons whose beliefs are + disturbed thereby. Comets were portents to Increase Mather, President of + Harvard College; “preachers of Divine wrath, heralds and messengers of + evil tidings to the world.” It is not so very long since Professor + Winthrop was teaching at the same institution. I can remember two of his + boys very well, old boys, it is true, they were, and one of them wore a + three-cornered cocked hat; but the father of these boys, whom, as I say, I + can remember, had to defend himself against the minister of the Old South + Church for the impiety of trying to account for earthquakes on natural + principles. And his ancestor, Governor Winthrop, would probably have + shaken his head over his descendant's dangerous audacity, if one may judge + by the solemn way in which he mentions poor Mrs. Hutchinson's unpleasant + experience, which so grievously disappointed her maternal expectations. + But people used always to be terribly frightened by those irregular vital + products which we now call “interesting specimens” and carefully preserve + in jars of alcohol. It took next to nothing to make a panic; a child was + born a few centuries ago with six teeth in its head, and about that time + the Turks began gaining great advantages over the Christians. Of course + there was an intimate connection between the prodigy and the calamity. So + said the wise men of that day. + </p> + <p> + —All these out-of-the-way cases are studied connectedly now, and are + found to obey very exact rules. With a little management one can even + manufacture living monstrosities. Malformed salmon and other fish can be + supplied in quantity, if anybody happens to want them. Now, what all I + have said is tending to is exactly this, namely, that just as the + celestial movements are regulated by fixed laws, just as bodily + monstrosities are produced according to rule, and with as good reason as + normal shapes, so obliquities of character are to be accounted for on + perfectly natural principles; they are just as capable of classification + as the bodily ones, and they all diverge from a certain average or middle + term which is the type of its kind. If life had been a little longer I + would have written a number of essays for which, as it is, I cannot expect + to have time. I have set down the titles of a hundred or more, and I have + often been tempted to publish these, for according to my idea, the title + of a book very often renders the rest of it unnecessary. “Moral + Teratology,” for instance, which is marked No. 67 on my list of “Essays + Potential, not Actual,” suggests sufficiently well what I should be like + to say in the pages it would preface. People hold up their hands at a + moral monster as if there was no reason for his existence but his own + choice. That was a fine specimen we read of in the papers a few years ago, + the Frenchman, it may be remembered, who used to waylay and murder young + women, and after appropriating their effects, bury their bodies in a + private cemetery he kept for that purpose. It is very natural, and I do + not say it is not very proper, to hang such eccentric persons as this; but + it is not clear whether his vagaries produce any more sensation at + Headquarters than the meek enterprises of the mildest of city + missionaries. For the study of Moral Teratology will teach you that you do + not get such a malformed character as that without a long chain of causes + to account for it; and if you only knew those causes, you would know + perfectly well what to expect. + </p> + <p> + You may feel pretty sure that our friend of the private cemetery was not + the child of pious and intelligent parents; that he was not nurtured by + the best of mothers, and educated by the most judicious teachers; and that + he did not come of a lineage long known and honored for its intellectual + and moral qualities. Suppose that one should go to the worst quarter of + the city and pick out the worst-looking child of the worst couple he could + find, and then train him up successively at the School for Infant Rogues, + the Academy for Young Scamps, and the College for Complete Criminal + Education, would it be reasonable to expect a Francois Xavier or a Henry + Martyn to be the result of such a training? The traditionists, in whose + presumptuous hands the science of anthropology has been trusted from time + immemorial, have insisted on eliminating cause and effect from the domain + of morals. When they have come across a moral monster they have seemed to + think that he put himself together, having a free choice of all the + constituents which make up manhood, and that consequently no punishment + could be too bad for him. + </p> + <p> + I say, hang him and welcome, if that is the best thing for society; hate + him, in a certain sense, as you hate a rattlesnake, but, if you pretend to + be a philosopher, recognize the fact that what you hate in him is chiefly + misfortune, and that if you had been born with his villanous low forehead + and poisoned instincts, and bred among creatures of the Races Maudites + whose natural history has to be studied like that of beasts of prey and + vermin, you would not have been sitting there in your gold-bowed + spectacles and passing judgment on the peccadilloes of your + fellow-creatures. + </p> + <p> + I have seen men and women so disinterested and noble, and devoted to the + best works, that it appeared to me if any good and faithful servant was + entitled to enter into the joys of his Lord, such as these might be. But I + do not know that I ever met with a human being who seemed to me to have a + stronger claim on the pitying consideration and kindness of his Maker than + a wretched, puny, crippled, stunted child that I saw in Newgate, who was + pointed out as one of the most notorious and inveterate little thieves in + London. I have no doubt that some of those who were looking at this + pitiable morbid secretion of the diseased social organism thought they + were very virtuous for hating him so heartily. + </p> + <p> + It is natural, and in one sense is all right enough. I want to catch a + thief and put the extinguisher on an incendiary as much as my neighbors + do; but I have two sides to my consciousness as I have two sides to my + heart, one carrying dark, impure blood, and the other the bright stream + which has been purified and vivified by the great source of life and + death,—the oxygen of the air which gives all things their vital + heat, and burns all things at last to ashes. + </p> + <p> + One side of me loves and hates; the other side of me judges, say rather + pleads and suspends judgment. I think, if I were left to myself, I should + hang a rogue and then write his apology and subscribe to a neat monument, + commemorating, not his virtues, but his misfortunes. I should, perhaps, + adorn the marble with emblems, as is the custom with regard to the more + regular and normally constituted members of society. It would not be + proper to put the image of a lamb upon the stone which marked the + resting-place of him of the private cemetery. But I would not hesitate to + place the effigy of a wolf or a hyena upon the monument. I do not judge + these animals, I only kill them or shut them up. I presume they stand just + as well with their Maker as lambs and kids, and the existence of such + beings is a perpetual plea for God Almighty's poor, yelling, scalping + Indians, his weasand-stopping Thugs, his despised felons, his murdering + miscreants, and all the unfortunates whom we, picked individuals of a + picked class of a picked race, scrubbed, combed, and catechized from our + cradles upward, undertake to find accommodations for in another state of + being where it is to be hoped they will have a better chance than they had + in this. + </p> + <p> + The Master paused, and took off his great round spectacles. I could not + help thinking that he looked benevolent enough to pardon Judas Iscariot + just at that moment, though his features can knot themselves up pretty, + formidably on occasion. + </p> + <p> + —You are somewhat of a phrenologist, I judge, by the way you talk of + instinctive and inherited tendencies—I said. + </p> + <p> + —They tell me I ought to be,—he answered, parrying my + question, as I thought.—I have had a famous chart made out of my + cerebral organs, according to which I ought to have been—something + more than a poor Magister Artaum. + </p> + <p> + —I thought a shade of regret deepened the lines on his broad, + antique-looking forehead, and I began talking about all the sights I had + seen in the way of monstrosities, of which I had a considerable list, as + you will see when I tell you my weakness in that direction. This, you + understand, Beloved, is private and confidential. + </p> + <p> + I pay my quarter of a dollar and go into all the side-shows that follow + the caravans and circuses round the country. I have made friends of all + the giants and all the dwarfs. I became acquainted with Monsieur Bihin, le + plus bel homme du monde, and one of the biggest, a great many years ago, + and have kept up my agreeable relations with him ever since. He is a most + interesting giant, with a softness of voice and tenderness of feeling + which I find very engaging. I was on friendly terms with Mr. Charles + Freeman, a very superior giant of American birth, seven feet four, I + think, in height, “double-jointed,” of mylodon muscularity, the same who + in a British prize-ring tossed the Tipton Slasher from one side of the + rope to the other, and now lies stretched, poor fellow! in a mighty grave + in the same soil which holds the sacred ashes of Cribb, and the honored + dust of Burke,—not the one “commonly called the sublime,” but that + other Burke to whom Nature had denied the sense of hearing lest he should + be spoiled by listening to the praises of the admiring circles which + looked on his dear-bought triumphs. Nor have I despised those little ones + whom that devout worshipper of Nature in her exceptional forms, the + distinguished Barnum, has introduced to the notice of mankind. The General + touches his chapeau to me, and the Commodore gives me a sailor's greeting. + I have had confidential interviews with the double-headed daughter of + Africa,—so far, at least, as her twofold personality admitted of + private confidences. I have listened to the touching experiences of the + Bearded Lady, whose rough cheeks belie her susceptible heart. Miss Jane + Campbell has allowed me to question her on the delicate subject of + avoirdupois equivalents; and the armless fair one, whose embrace no + monarch could hope to win, has wrought me a watch-paper with those + despised digits which have been degraded from gloves to boots in our + evolution from the condition of quadrumana. + </p> + <p> + I hope you have read my experiences as good-naturedly as the old Master + listened to them. He seemed to be pleased with my whim, and promised to go + with me to see all the side-shows of the next caravan. Before I left him + he wrote my name in a copy of the new edition of his book, telling me that + it would not all be new to me by a great deal, for he often talked what he + had printed to make up for having printed a good deal of what he had + talked. + </p> + <p> + Here is the passage of his Poem the Young Astronomer read to us. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + IV + + From my lone turret as I look around + O'er the green meadows to the ring of blue, + From slope, from summit, and from half-hid vale + The sky is stabbed with dagger-pointed spires, + Their gilded symbols whirling in the wind, + Their brazen tongues proclaiming to the world, + Here truth is sold, the only genuine ware; + See that it has our trade-mark! + You will buy Poison instead of food across the way, + The lies of—this or that, each several name + The standard's blazon and the battle-cry + Of some true-gospel faction, and again + The token of the Beast to all beside. + And grouped round each I see a huddling crowd + Alike in all things save the words they use; + In love, in longing, hate and fear the same. + + Whom do we trust and serve? We speak of one + And bow to many; Athens still would find + The shrines of all she worshipped safe within + Our tall barbarian temples, and the thrones + That crowned Olympus mighty as of old. + The god of music rules the Sabbath choir; + The lyric muse must leave the sacred nine + To help us please the dilettante's ear; + Plutus limps homeward with us, as we leave + The portals of the temple where we knelt + And listened while the god of eloquence + (Hermes of ancient days, but now disguised + In sable vestments) with that other god + Somnus, the son of Erebus and Nog, + Fights in unequal contest for our souls; + The dreadful sovereign of the under world + Still shakes his sceptre at us, and we hear + The baying of the triple-throated hound; + Eros-is young as ever, and as fair + The lovely Goddess born of ocean's foam. + + These be thy gods, O Israel! Who is he, + The one ye name and tell us that ye serve, + Whom ye would call me from my lonely tower + To worship with the many-headed throng? + Is it the God that walked in Eden's grove + In the cool hour to seek our guilty sire? + The God who dealt with Abraham as the sons + Of that old patriarch deal with other men? + The jealous God of Moses, one who feels + An image as an insult, and is wroth + With him who made it and his child unborn? + The God who plagued his people for the sin + Of their adulterous king, beloved of him, + The same who offers to a chosen few + The right to praise him in eternal song + While a vast shrieking world of endless woe + Blends its dread chorus with their rapturous hymn? + Is this the God ye mean, or is it he + Who heeds the sparrow's fall, whose loving heart + Is as the pitying father's to his child, + Whose lesson to his children is, “Forgive,” + Whose plea for all, “They know not what they do” + + I claim the right of knowing whom I serve, + Else is my service idle; He that asks + My homage asks it from a reasoning soul. + To crawl is not to worship; we have learned + A drill of eyelids, bended neck and knee, + Hanging our prayers on binges, till we ape + The flexures of the many-jointed worm. + Asia has taught her Aliabs and salaams + To the world's children,—we have grown to men! + We who have rolled the sphere beneath our feet + To find a virgin forest, as we lay + The beams of our rude temple, first of all + Must frame its doorway high enough for man + To pass unstooping; knowing as we do + That He who shaped us last of living forms + Has long enough been served by creeping things, + Reptiles that left their foot-prints in the sand + Of old sea-margins that have turned to stone, + And men who learned their ritual; we demand + To know him first, then trust him and then love + When we have found him worthy of our love, + Tried by our own poor hearts and not before; + He must be truer than the truest friend, + He must be tenderer than a woman's love, + A father better than the best of sires; + Kinder than she who bore us, though we sin + Oftener than did the brother we are told, + We-poor ill-tempered mortals-must forgive, + Though seven times sinning threescore times and ten. + + This is the new world's gospel: Be ye men! + Try well the legends of the children's time; + Ye are the chosen people, God has led + Your steps across the desert of the deep + As now across the desert of the shore; + Mountains are cleft before you as the sea + Before the wandering tribe of Israel's sons; + Still onward rolls the thunderous caravan, + Its coming printed on the western sky, + A cloud by day, by night a pillared flame; + Your prophets are a hundred unto one + Of them of old who cried, “Thus saith the Lord”; + They told of cities that should fall in heaps, + But yours of mightier cities that shall rise + Where yet the lonely fishers spread their nets, + Where hides the fox and hoots the midnight owl; + The tree of knowledge in your garden grows + Not single, but at every humble door; + Its branches lend you their immortal food, + That fills you with the sense of what ye are, + No servants of an altar hewed and carved + From senseless stone by craft of human hands, + Rabbi, or dervish, Brahmin, bishop, bonze, + But masters of the charm with which they work + To keep your hands from that forbidden tree! + + Ye that have tasted that divinest fruit, + Look on this world of yours with opened eyes! + Ye are as gods! Nay, makers of your gods, + Each day ye break an image in your shrine + And plant a fairer image where it stood + Where is the Moloch of your fathers' creed, + Whose fires of torment burned for span-long babes? + Fit object for a tender mother's love! + Why not? It was a bargain duly made + For these same infants through the surety's act + Intrusted with their all for earth and heaven, + By Him who chose their guardian, knowing well + His fitness for the task,—this, even this, + Was the true doctrine only yesterday + As thoughts are reckoned,—and to-day you hear + In words that sound as if from human tongues + Those monstrous, uncouth horrors of the past + That blot the blue of heaven and shame the earth + As would the saurians of the age of slime, + Awaking from their stony sepulchres + And wallowing hateful in the eye of day! +</pre> + <p> + Four of us listened to these lines as the young man read them,—the + Master and myself and our two ladies. This was the little party we got up + to hear him read. I do not think much of it was very new to the Master or + myself. At any rate, he said to me when we were alone, That is the kind of + talk the “natural man,” as the theologians call him, is apt to fall into. + </p> + <p> + —I thought it was the Apostle Paul, and not the theologians, that + used the term “natural man”, I ventured to suggest. + </p> + <p> + —I should like to know where the Apostle Paul learned English?—said + the Master, with the look of one who does not mean to be tripped up if he + can help himself.—But at any rate,—he continued,—the + “natural man,” so called, is worth listening to now and then, for he + didn't make his nature, and the Devil did n't make it; and if the Almighty + made it, I never saw or heard of anything he made that wasn't worth + attending to. + </p> + <p> + The young man begged the Lady to pardon anything that might sound harshly + in these crude thoughts of his. He had been taught strange things, he + said, from old theologies, when he was a child, and had thought his way + out of many of his early superstitions. As for the Young Girl, our + Scheherezade, he said to her that she must have got dreadfully tired (at + which she colored up and said it was no such thing), and he promised that, + to pay for her goodness in listening, he would give her a lesson in + astronomy the next fair evening, if she would be his scholar, at which she + blushed deeper than before, and said something which certainly was not No. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX + </h2> + <p> + There was no sooner a vacancy on our side of the table, than the Master + proposed a change of seats which would bring the Young Astronomer into our + immediate neighborhood. The Scarabee was to move into the place of our + late unlamented associate, the Man of Letters, so called. I was to take + his place, the Master to take mine, and the young man that which had been + occupied by the Master. The advantages of this change were obvious. The + old Master likes an audience, plainly enough; and with myself on one side + of him, and the young student of science, whose speculative turn is + sufficiently shown in the passages from his poem, on the other side, he + may feel quite sure of being listened to. There is only one trouble in the + arrangement, and that is that it brings this young man not only close to + us, but also next to our Scheherezade. + </p> + <p> + I am obliged to confess that he has shown occasional marks of inattention + even while the Master was discoursing in a way that I found agreeable + enough. I am quite sure it is no intentional disrespect to the old Master. + It seems to me rather that he has become interested in the astronomical + lessons he has been giving the Young Girl. He has studied so much alone, + that it is naturally a pleasure to him to impart some of his knowledge. As + for his young pupil, she has often thought of being a teacher herself, so + that she is of course very glad to acquire any accomplishment that may be + useful to her in that capacity. I do not see any reason why some of the + boarders should have made such remarks as they have done. One cannot teach + astronomy to advantage, without going out of doors, though I confess that + when two young people go out by daylight to study the stars, as these + young folks have done once or twice, I do not so much wonder at a remark + or suggestion from those who have nothing better to do than study their + neighbors. + </p> + <p> + I ought to have told the reader before this that I found, as I suspected, + that our innocent-looking Scheherezade was at the bottom of the popgun + business. I watched her very closely, and one day, when the little monkey + made us all laugh by stopping the Member of the Haouse in the middle of a + speech he was repeating to us,—it was his great effort of the season + on a bill for the protection of horn-pout in Little Muddy River,—I + caught her making the signs that set him going. At a slight tap of her + knife against her plate, he got all ready, and presently I saw her cross + her knife and fork upon her plate, and as she did so, pop! went the small + piece of artillery. The Member of the Haouse was just saying that this + bill hit his constitooents in their most vital—when a pellet hit him + in the feature of his countenance most exposed to aggressions and least + tolerant of liberties. The Member resented this unparliamentary treatment + by jumping up from his chair and giving the small aggressor a good + shaking, at the same time seizing the implement which had caused his wrath + and breaking it into splinters. The Boy blubbered, the Young Girl changed + color, and looked as if she would cry, and that was the last of these + interruptions. + </p> + <p> + I must own that I have sometimes wished we had the popgun back, for it + answered all the purpose of “the previous question” in a deliberative + assembly. No doubt the Young Girl was capricious in setting the little + engine at work, but she cut short a good many disquisitions that + threatened to be tedious. I find myself often wishing for her and her + small fellow-conspirator's intervention, in company where I am supposed to + be enjoying myself. When my friend the politician gets too far into the + personal details of the quorum pars magna fui, I find myself all at once + exclaiming in mental articulation, Popgun! When my friend the story-teller + begins that protracted narrative which has often emptied me of all my + voluntary laughter for the evening, he has got but a very little way when + I say to myself, What wouldn't I give for a pellet from that popgun! In + short, so useful has that trivial implement proved as a jaw-stopper and a + boricide, that I never go to a club or a dinner-party, without wishing the + company included our Scheherezade and That Boy with his popgun. + </p> + <p> + How clearly I see now into the mechanism of the Young Girl's audacious + contrivance for regulating our table-talk! Her brain is tired half the + time, and she is too nervous to listen patiently to what a quieter person + would like well enough, or at least would not be annoyed by. It amused her + to invent a scheme for managing the headstrong talkers, and also let off a + certain spirit of mischief which in some of these nervous girls shows + itself in much more questionable forms. How cunning these half-hysteric + young persons are, to be sure! I had to watch a long time before I + detected the telegraphic communication between the two conspirators. I + have no doubt she had sedulously schooled the little monkey to his + business, and found great delight in the task of instruction. + </p> + <p> + But now that our Scheherezade has become a scholar instead of a teacher, + she seems to be undergoing a remarkable transformation. Astronomy is + indeed a noble science. It may well kindle the enthusiasm of a youthful + nature. I fancy at times that I see something of that starry light which I + noticed in the young man's eyes gradually kindling in hers. But can it be + astronomy alone that does it? Her color comes and goes more readily than + when the old Master sat next her on the left. It is having this young man + at her side, I suppose. Of course it is. I watch her with great, I may say + tender interest. If he would only fall in love with her, seize upon her + wandering affections and fancies as the Romans seized the Sabine virgins, + lift her out of herself and her listless and weary drudgeries, stop the + outflow of this young life which is draining itself away in forced + literary labor—dear me, dear me—if, if, if— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “If I were God + An' ye were Martin Elginbrod!” + </pre> + <p> + I am afraid all this may never be. I fear that he is too much given to + lonely study, to self-companionship, to all sorts of questionings, to + looking at life as at a solemn show where he is only a spectator. I dare + not build up a romance on what I have yet seen. My reader may, but I will + answer for nothing. I shall wait and see. + </p> + <p> + The old Master and I have at last made that visit to the Scarabee which we + had so long promised ourselves. + </p> + <p> + When we knocked at his door he came and opened it, instead of saying, Come + in. He was surprised, I have no doubt, at the sound of our footsteps; for + he rarely has a visitor, except the little monkey of a boy, and he may + have thought a troop of marauders were coming to rob him of his treasures. + Collectors feel so rich in the possession of their rarer specimens, that + they forget how cheap their precious things seem to common eyes, and are + as afraid of being robbed as if they were dealers in diamonds. They have + the name of stealing from each other now and then, it is true, but many of + their priceless possessions would hardly tempt a beggar. Values are + artificial: you will not be able to get ten cents of the year 1799 for a + dime. + </p> + <p> + The Scarabee was reassured as soon as he saw our faces, and he welcomed us + not ungraciously into his small apartment. It was hard to find a place to + sit down, for all the chairs were already occupied by cases and boxes full + of his favorites. I began, therefore, looking round the room. Bugs of + every size and aspect met my eyes wherever they turned. I felt for the + moment as I suppose a man may feel in a fit of delirium tremens. Presently + my attention was drawn towards a very odd-looking insect on the + mantelpiece. This animal was incessantly raising its arms as if towards + heaven and clasping them together, as though it were wrestling in prayer. + </p> + <p> + Do look at this creature,—I said to the Master, he seems to be very + hard at work at his devotions. + </p> + <p> + Mantas religiosa,—said the Master,—I know the praying rogue. + Mighty devout and mighty cruel; crushes everything he can master, or + impales it on his spiny shanks and feeds upon it, like a gluttonous wretch + as he is. I have seen the Mantis religiosa on a larger scale than this, + now and then. A sacred insect, sir,—sacred to many tribes of men; to + the Hottentots, to the Turks, yes, sir, and to the Frenchmen, who call the + rascal prie dieu, and believe him to have special charge of children that + have lost their way. + </p> + <p> + Doesn't it seem as if there was a vein of satire as well as of fun that + ran through the solemn manifestations of creative wisdom? And of deception + too—do you see how nearly those dried leaves resemble an insect? + </p> + <p> + They do, indeed,—I answered,—but not so closely as to deceive + me. They remind me of an insect, but I could not mistake them for one. + </p> + <p> + —Oh, you couldn't mistake those dried leaves for an insect, hey? + Well, how can you mistake that insect for dried leaves? That is the + question; for insect it is,—phyllum siccifolium, the “walking leaf,” + as some have called it.—The Master had a hearty laugh at my expense. + </p> + <p> + The Scarabee did not seem to be amused at the Master's remarks or at my + blunder. Science is always perfectly serious to him; and he would no more + laugh over anything connected with his study, than a clergyman would laugh + at a funeral. + </p> + <p> + They send me all sorts of trumpery,—he said, Orthoptera and + Lepidoptera; as if a coleopterist—a scarabeeist—cared for such + things. This business is no boy's play to me. The insect population of the + world is not even catalogued yet, and a lifetime given to the scarabees is + a small contribution enough to their study. I like your men of general + intelligence well enough,—your Linnwuses and your Buffons and your + Cuviers; but Cuvier had to go to Latreille for his insects, and if + Latreille had been able to consult me,—yes, me, gentlemen!—he + would n't have made the blunders he did about some of the coleoptera. + </p> + <p> + The old Master, as I think you must have found out by this time,—you, + Beloved, I mean, who read every word,—has a reasonably good opinion, + as perhaps he has a right to have, of his own intelligence and + acquirements. The Scarabee's exultation and glow as he spoke of the errors + of the great entomologist which he himself could have corrected, had the + effect on the old Master which a lusty crow has upon the feathered + champion of the neighboring barnyard. He too knew something about insects. + Had he not discovered a new tabanus? Had he not made preparations of the + very coleoptera the Scarabee studied so exclusively,—preparations + which the illustrious Swammerdam would not have been ashamed of, and + dissected a melolontha as exquisitely as Strauss Durckheim himself ever + did it? So the Master, recalling these studies of his and certain + difficult and disputed points at which he had labored in one of his + entomological paroxysms, put a question which there can be little doubt + was intended to puzzle the Scarabee, and perhaps,—for the best of us + is human (I am beginning to love the old Master, but he has his little + weaknesses, thank Heaven, like the rest of us),—I say perhaps, was + meant to show that some folks knew as much about some things as some other + folks. + </p> + <p> + The little dried-up specialist did not dilate into fighting dimensions as—perhaps, + again—the Master may have thought he would. He looked a mild + surprise, but remained as quiet as one of his own beetles when you touch + him and he makes believe he is dead. The blank silence became oppressive. + Was the Scarabee crushed, as so many of his namesakes are crushed, under + the heel of this trampling omniscient? + </p> + <p> + At last the Scarabee creaked out very slowly, “Did I understand you to ask + the following question, to wit?” and so forth; for I was quite out of my + depth, and only know that he repeated the Master's somewhat complex + inquiry, word for word. + </p> + <p> + —That was exactly my question,—said the Master,—and I + hope it is not uncivil to ask one which seems to me to be a puzzler. + </p> + <p> + Not uncivil in the least,—said the Scarabee, with something as much + like a look of triumph as his dry face permitted,—not uncivil at + all, but a rather extraordinary question to ask at this date of + entomological history. I settled that question some years ago, by a series + of dissections, six-and-thirty in number, reported in an essay I can show + you and would give you a copy of, but that I am a little restricted in my + revenue, and our Society has to be economical, so I have but this one. You + see, sir,—and he went on with elytra and antennae and tarsi and + metatarsi and tracheae and stomata and wing-muscles and leg-muscles and + ganglions,—all plain enough, I do not doubt, to those accustomed to + handling dor-bugs and squash-bugs and such undesirable objects of + affection to all but naturalists. + </p> + <p> + He paused when he got through, not for an answer, for there evidently was + none, but to see how the Master would take it. The Scarabee had had it all + his own way. + </p> + <p> + The Master was loyal to his own generous nature. He felt as a peaceful + citizen might feel who had squared off at a stranger for some supposed + wrong, and suddenly discovered that he was undertaking to chastise Mr. + Dick Curtis, “the pet of the Fancy,” or Mr. Joshua Hudson; “the John Bull + fighter.” + </p> + <p> + He felt the absurdity of his discomfiture, for he turned to me + good-naturedly, and said, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Poor Johnny Raw! What madness could impel + So rum a flat to face so prime a swell?” + </pre> + <p> + To tell the truth, I rather think the Master enjoyed his own defeat. The + Scarabee had a right to his victory; a man does not give his life to the + study of a single limited subject for nothing, and the moment we come + across a first-class expert we begin to take a pride in his superiority. + It cannot offend us, who have no right at all to be his match on his own + ground. Besides, there is a very curious sense of satisfaction in getting + a fair chance to sneer at ourselves and scoff at our own pretensions. The + first person of our dual consciousness has been smirking and rubbing his + hands and felicitating himself on his innumerable superiorities, until we + have grown a little tired of him. Then, when the other fellow, the critic, + the cynic, the Shimei, who has been quiet, letting self-love and + self-glorification have their perfect work, opens fire upon the first half + of our personality and overwhelms it with that wonderful vocabulary of + abuse of which he is the unrivalled master, there is no denying that he + enjoys it immensely; and as he is ourself for the moment, or at least the + chief portion of ourself (the other half-self retiring into a dim corner + of semiconsciousness and cowering under the storm of sneers and contumely,—you + follow me perfectly, Beloved,—the way is as plain as the path of the + babe to the maternal fount), as, I say, the abusive fellow is the chief + part of us for the time, and he likes to exercise his slanderous + vocabulary, we on the whole enjoy a brief season of self-depreciation and + self-scolding very heartily. + </p> + <p> + It is quite certain that both of us, the Master and myself, conceived on + the instant a respect for the Scarabee which we had not before felt. He + had grappled with one difficulty at any rate and mastered it. He had + settled one thing, at least, so it appeared, in such a way that it was not + to be brought up again. And now he was determined, if it cost him the + effort of all his remaining days, to close another discussion and put + forever to rest the anxious doubts about the larva of meloe. + </p> + <p> + —Your thirty-six dissections must have cost you a deal of time and + labor,—the Master said. + </p> + <p> + —What have I to do with time, but to fill it up with labor?—answered + the Scarabee.—It is my meat and drink to work over my beetles. My + holidays are when I get a rare specimen. My rest is to watch the habits of + insects, those that I do not pretend to study. Here is my muscarium, my + home for house-flies; very interesting creatures; here they breed and buzz + and feed and enjoy themselves, and die in a good old age of a few months. + My favorite insect lives in this other case; she is at home, but in her + private-chamber; you shall see her. + </p> + <p> + He tapped on the glass lightly, and a large, gray, hairy spider came forth + from the hollow of a funnel-like web. + </p> + <p> + —And this is all the friend you have to love? said the Master, with + a tenderness in his voice which made the question very significant. + </p> + <p> + —Nothing else loves me better than she does, that I know of,—he + answered. + </p> + <p> + —To think of it! Not even a dog to lick his hand, or a cat to purr + and rub her fur against him! Oh, these boarding-houses, these + boarding-houses! What forlorn people one sees stranded on their desolate + shores! Decayed gentlewomen with the poor wrecks of what once made their + households beautiful, disposed around them in narrow chambers as they best + may be, coming down day after day, poor souls! to sit at the board with + strangers; their hearts full of sad memories which have no language but a + sigh, no record but the lines of sorrow on their features; orphans, + creatures with growing tendrils and nothing to cling to; lonely rich men, + casting about them what to do with the wealth they never knew how to + enjoy, when they shall no longer worry over keeping and increasing it; + young men and young women, left to their instincts, unguarded, unwatched, + save by malicious eyes, which are sure to be found and to find occupation + in these miscellaneous collections of human beings; and now and then a + shred of humanity like this little adust specialist, with just the + resources needed to keep the “radical moisture” from entirely exhaling + from his attenuated organism, and busying himself over a point of science, + or compiling a hymn-book, or editing a grammar or a dictionary;—such + are the tenants of boarding-houses whom we cannot think of without feeling + how sad it is when the wind is not tempered to the shorn lamb; when the + solitary, whose hearts are shrivelling, are not set in families! + </p> + <p> + The Master was greatly interested in the Scarabee's Muscarium. + </p> + <p> + —I don't remember,—he said,—that I have heard of such a + thing as that before. Mighty curious creatures, these same house-flies! + Talk about miracles! Was there ever anything more miraculous, so far as + our common observation goes, than the coming and the going of these + creatures? Why didn't Job ask where the flies come from and where they go + to? I did not say that you and I don't know, but how many people do know + anything about it? Where are the cradles of the young flies? Where are the + cemeteries of the dead ones, or do they die at all except when we kill + them? You think all the flies of the year are dead and gone, and there + comes a warm day and all at once there is a general resurrection of 'em; + they had been taking a nap, that is all. + </p> + <p> + —I suppose you do not trust your spider in the Muscarium?—said + I, addressing the Scarabee. + </p> + <p> + —Not exactly,—he answered,—she is a terrible creature. + She loves me, I think, but she is a killer and a cannibal among other + insects. I wanted to pair her with a male spider, but it wouldn't do. + </p> + <p> + -Wouldn't do?—said I,—why not? Don't spiders have their mates + as well as other folks? + </p> + <p> + -Oh yes, sometimes; but the females are apt to be particular, and if they + don't like the mate you offer them they fall upon him and kill him and eat + him up. You see they are a great deal bigger and stronger than the males, + and they are always hungry and not always particularly anxious to have one + of the other sex bothering round. + </p> + <p> + —Woman's rights!—said I,—there you have it! Why don't + those talking ladies take a spider as their emblem? Let them form + arachnoid associations, spinsters and spiders would be a good motto. + </p> + <p> + —The Master smiled. I think it was an eleemosynary smile, for my + pleasantry seems to me a particularly basso rilievo, as I look upon it in + cold blood. But conversation at the best is only a thin sprinkling of + occasional felicities set in platitudes and commonplaces. I never heard + people talk like the characters in the “School for Scandal,”—I + should very much like to.—I say the Master smiled. But the Scarabee + did not relax a muscle of his countenance. + </p> + <p> + —There are persons whom the very mildest of faecetiae sets off into + such convulsions of laughter, that one is afraid lest they should injure + themselves. Even when a jest misses fire completely, so that it is no jest + at all, but only a jocular intention, they laugh just as heartily. Leave + out the point of your story, get the word wrong on the duplicity of which + the pun that was to excite hilarity depended, and they still honor your + abortive attempt with the most lusty and vociferous merriment. + </p> + <p> + There is a very opposite class of persons whom anything in the nature of a + joke perplexes, troubles, and even sometimes irritates, seeming to make + them think they are trifled with, if not insulted. If you are fortunate + enough to set the whole table laughing, one of this class of persons will + look inquiringly round, as if something had happened, and, seeing + everybody apparently amused but himself, feel as if he was being laughed + at, or at any rate as if something had been said which he was not to hear. + Often, however, it does not go so far as this, and there is nothing more + than mere insensibility to the cause of other people's laughter, a sort of + joke-blindness, comparable to the well-known color-blindness with which + many persons are afflicted as a congenital incapacity. + </p> + <p> + I have never seen the Scarabee smile. I have seen him take off his + goggles,—he breakfasts in these occasionally,—I suppose when + he has been tiring his poor old eyes out over night gazing through his + microscope,—I have seen him take his goggles off, I say, and stare + about him, when the rest of us were laughing at something which amused us, + but his features betrayed nothing more than a certain bewilderment, as if + we had been foreigners talking in an unknown tongue. I do not think it was + a mere fancy of mine that he bears a kind of resemblance to the tribe of + insects he gives his life to studying. His shiny black coat; his rounded + back, convex with years of stooping over his minute work; his angular + movements, made natural to him by his habitual style of manipulation; the + aridity of his organism, with which his voice is in perfect keeping;—all + these marks of his special sedentary occupation are so nearly what might + be expected, and indeed so much, in accordance with the more general fact + that a man's aspect is subdued to the look of what he works in, that I do + not feel disposed to accuse myself of exaggeration in my account of the + Scarabee's appearance. But I think he has learned something else of his + coleopterous friends. The beetles never smile. Their physiognomy is not + adapted to the display of the emotions; the lateral movement of their jaws + being effective for alimentary purposes, but very limited in its gamut of + expression. It is with these unemotional beings that the Scarabee passes + his life. He has but one object, and that is perfectly serious, to his + mind, in fact, of absorbing interest and importance. In one aspect of the + matter he is quite right, for if the Creator has taken the trouble to make + one of His creatures in just such a way and not otherwise, from the + beginning of its existence on our planet in ages of unknown remoteness to + the present time, the man who first explains His idea to us is charged + with a revelation. It is by no means impossible that there may be angels + in the celestial hierarchy to whom it would be new and interesting. I have + often thought that spirits of a higher order than man might be willing to + learn something from a human mind like that of Newton, and I see no reason + why an angelic being might not be glad to hear a lecture from Mr. Huxley, + or Mr. Tyndall, or one of our friends at Cambridge. + </p> + <p> + I have been sinuous as the Links of Forth seen from Stirling Castle, or as + that other river which threads the Berkshire valley and runs, a perennial + stream, through my memory,—from which I please myself with thinking + that I have learned to wind without fretting against the shore, or + forgetting cohere I am flowing,—sinuous, I say, but not jerky,—no, + not jerky nor hard to follow for a reader of the right sort, in the prime + of life and full possession of his or her faculties. + </p> + <p> + —All this last page or so, you readily understand, has been my + private talk with you, the Reader. The cue of the conversation which I + interrupted by this digression is to be found in the words “a good motto;” + from which I begin my account of the visit again. + </p> + <p> + —Do you receive many visitors,—I mean vertebrates, not + articulates? —said the Master. + </p> + <p> + I thought this question might perhaps bring il disiato riso, the + long-wished-for smile, but the Scarabee interpreted it in the simplest + zoological sense, and neglected its hint of playfulness with the most + absolute unconsciousness, apparently, of anything not entirely serious and + literal. + </p> + <p> + —You mean friends, I suppose,—he answered.—I have + correspondents, but I have no friends except this spider. I live alone, + except when I go to my subsection meetings; I get a box of insects now and + then, and send a few beetles to coleopterists in other entomological + districts; but science is exacting, and a man that wants to leave his + record has not much time for friendship. There is no great chance either + for making friends among naturalists. People that are at work on different + things do not care a great deal for each other's specialties, and people + that work on the same thing are always afraid lest one should get ahead of + the other, or steal some of his ideas before he has made them public. + There are none too many people you can trust in your laboratory. I thought + I had a friend once, but he watched me at work and stole the discovery of + a new species from me, and, what is more, had it named after himself. + Since that time I have liked spiders better than men. They are hungry and + savage, but at any rate they spin their own webs out of their own insides. + I like very well to talk with gentlemen that play with my branch of + entomology; I do not doubt it amused you, and if you want to see anything + I can show you, I shall have no scruple in letting you see it. I have + never had any complaint to make of amatoors. + </p> + <p> + —Upon my honor,—I would hold my right hand up and take my + Bible-oath, if it was not busy with the pen at this moment,—I do not + believe the Scarabee had the least idea in the world of the satire on the + student of the Order of Things implied in his invitation to the “amatoor.” + As for the Master, he stood fire perfectly, as he always does; but the + idea that he, who had worked a considerable part of several seasons at + examining and preparing insects, who believed himself to have given a new + tabanus to the catalogue of native diptera, the idea that he was playing + with science, and might be trusted anywhere as a harmless amateur, from + whom no expert could possibly fear any anticipation of his unpublished + discoveries, went beyond anything set down in that book of his which + contained so much of the strainings of his wisdom. + </p> + <p> + The poor little Scarabee began fidgeting round about this time, and + uttering some half-audible words, apologetical, partly, and involving an + allusion to refreshments. As he spoke, he opened a small cupboard, and as + he did so out bolted an uninvited tenant of the same, long in person, + sable in hue, and swift of movement, on seeing which the Scarabee simply + said, without emotion, blatta, but I, forgetting what was due to good + manners, exclaimed cockroach! + </p> + <p> + We could not make up our minds to tax the Scarabee's hospitality, already + levied upon by the voracious articulate. So we both alleged a state of + utter repletion, and did not solve the mystery of the contents of the + cupboard,—not too luxurious, it may be conjectured, and yet kindly + offered, so that we felt there was a moist filament of the social instinct + running like a nerve through that exsiccated and almost anhydrous + organism. + </p> + <p> + We left him with professions of esteem and respect which were real. We had + gone, not to scoff, but very probably to smile, and I will not say we did + not. But the Master was more thoughtful than usual. + </p> + <p> + —If I had not solemnly dedicated myself to the study of the Order of + Things,—he said,—I do verily believe I would give what remains + to me of life to the investigation of some single point I could utterly + eviscerate and leave finally settled for the instruction and, it may be, + the admiration of all coming time. The keel ploughs ten thousand leagues + of ocean and leaves no trace of its deep-graven furrows. The chisel scars + only a few inches on the face of a rock, but the story it has traced is + read by a hundred generations. The eagle leaves no track of his path, no + memory of the place where he built his nest; but a patient mollusk has + bored a little hole in a marble column of the temple of Serapis, and the + monument of his labor outlasts the altar and the statue of the divinity. + </p> + <p> + —Whew!—said I to myself,—that sounds a little like what + we college boys used to call a “squirt.”—The Master guessed my + thought and said, smiling, + </p> + <p> + —That is from one of my old lectures. A man's tongue wags along + quietly enough, but his pen begins prancing as soon as it touches paper. I + know what you are thinking—you're thinking this is a squirt. That + word has taken the nonsense out of a good many high-stepping fellows. But + it did a good deal of harm too, and it was a vulgar lot that applied it + oftenest. + </p> + <p> + I am at last perfectly satisfied that our Landlady has no designs on the + Capitalist, and as well convinced that any fancy of mine that he was like + to make love to her was a mistake. The good woman is too much absorbed in + her children, and more especially in “the Doctor,” as she delights to call + her son, to be the prey of any foolish desire of changing her condition. + She is doing very well as it is, and if the young man succeeds, as I have + little question that he will, I think it probable enough that she will + retire from her position as the head of a boarding-house. We have all + liked the good woman who have lived with her,—I mean we three + friends who have put ourselves on record. Her talk, I must confess, is a + little diffuse and not always absolutely correct, according to the + standard of the great Worcester; she is subject to lachrymose cataclysms + and semiconvulsive upheavals when she reverts in memory to her past + trials, and especially when she recalls the virtues of her deceased + spouse, who was, I suspect, an adjunct such as one finds not rarely + annexed to a capable matron in charge of an establishment like hers; that + is to say, an easy-going, harmless, fetch-and-carry, carve-and-help, + get-out-of-the-way kind of neuter, who comes up three times (as they say + drowning people do) every day, namely, at breakfast, dinner, and tea, and + disappears, submerged beneath the waves of life, during the intervals of + these events. + </p> + <p> + It is a source of genuine delight to me, who am of a kindly nature enough, + according to my own reckoning, to watch the good woman, and see what looks + of pride and affection she bestows upon her Benjamin, and how, in spite of + herself, the maternal feeling betrays its influence in her dispensations + of those delicacies which are the exceptional element in our + entertainments. I will not say that Benjamin's mess, like his Scripture + namesake's, is five times as large as that of any of the others, for this + would imply either an economical distribution to the guests in general or + heaping the poor young man's plate in a way that would spoil the appetite + of an Esquimau, but you may be sure he fares well if anybody does; and I + would have you understand that our Landlady knows what is what as well as + who is who. + </p> + <p> + I begin really to entertain very sanguine expectations of young Doctor + Benjamin Franklin. He has lately been treating a patient of whose + good-will may prove of great importance to him. The Capitalist hurt one of + his fingers somehow or other, and requested our young doctor to take a + look at it. The young doctor asked nothing better than to take charge of + the case, which proved more serious than might have been at first + expected, and kept him in attendance more than a week. There was one very + odd thing about it. The Capitalist seemed to have an idea that he was like + to be ruined in the matter of bandages,—small strips of worn linen + which any old woman could have spared him from her rag-bag, but which, + with that strange perversity which long habits of economy give to a good + many elderly people, he seemed to think were as precious as if they had + been turned into paper and stamped with promises to pay in thousands, from + the national treasury. It was impossible to get this whim out of him, and + the young doctor had tact enough to humor him in it. All this did not look + very promising for the state of mind in which the patient was like to + receive his bill for attendance when that should be presented. Doctor + Benjamin was man enough, however, to come up to the mark, and sent him in + such an account as it was becoming to send a man of ample means who had + been diligently and skilfully cared for. He looked forward with some + uncertainty as to how it would be received. Perhaps his patient would try + to beat him down, and Doctor Benjamin made up his mind to have the whole + or nothing. Perhaps he would pay the whole amount, but with a look, and + possibly a word, that would make every dollar of it burn like a blister. + </p> + <p> + Doctor Benjamin's conjectures were not unnatural, but quite remote from + the actual fact. As soon as his patient had got entirely well, the young + physician sent in his bill. The Capitalist requested him to step into his + room with him, and paid the full charge in the handsomest and most + gratifying way, thanking him for his skill and attention, and assuring him + that he had had great satisfaction in submitting himself to such competent + hands, and should certainly apply to him again in case he should have any + occasion for a medical adviser. We must not be too sagacious in judging + people by the little excrescences of their character. Ex pede Herculem may + often prove safe enough, but ex verruca Tullium is liable to mislead a + hasty judge of his fellow-men. + </p> + <p> + I have studied the people called misers and thought a good deal about + them. In former years I used to keep a little gold by me in order to + ascertain for myself exactly the amount of pleasure to be got out of + handling it; this being the traditional delight of the old-fashioned + miser. It is by no means to be despised. Three or four hundred dollars in + double-eagles will do very well to experiment on. There is something very + agreeable in the yellow gleam, very musical in the metallic clink, very + satisfying in the singular weight, and very stimulating in the feeling + that all the world over these same yellow disks are the master-keys that + let one in wherever he wants to go, the servants that bring him pretty + nearly everything he wants, except virtue,—and a good deal of what + passes for that. I confess, then, to an honest liking for the splendors + and the specific gravity and the manifold potentiality of the royal metal, + and I understand, after a certain imperfect fashion, the delight that an + old ragged wretch, starving himself in a crazy hovel, takes in stuffing + guineas into old stockings and filling earthen pots with sovereigns, and + every now and then visiting his hoards and fingering the fat pieces, and + thinking ever all that they represent of earthly and angelic and diabolic + energy. A miser pouring out his guineas into his palm and bathing his + shrivelled and trembling hands in the yellow heaps before him, is not the + prosaic being we are in the habit of thinking him. He is a dreamer, almost + a poet. You and I read a novel or a poem to help our imaginations to build + up palaces, and transport us into the emotional states and the felicitous + conditions of the ideal characters pictured in the book we are reading. + But think of him and the significance of the symbols he is handling as + compared with the empty syllables and words we are using to build our + aerial edifices with! In this hand he holds the smile of beauty and in + that the dagger of revenge. The contents of that old glove will buy him + the willing service of many an adroit sinner, and with what that coarse + sack contains he can purchase the prayers of holy men for all succeeding + time. In this chest is a castle in Spain, a real one, and not only in + Spain, but anywhere he will choose to have it. If he would know what is + the liberality of judgment of any of the straiter sects, he has only to + hand over that box of rouleaux to the trustees of one of its educational + institutions for the endowment of two or three professorships. If he would + dream of being remembered by coming generations, what monument so enduring + as a college building that shall bear his name, and even when its solid + masonry shall crumble give place to another still charged with the same + sacred duty of perpetuating his remembrance. Who was Sir Matthew + Holworthy, that his name is a household word on the lips of thousands of + scholars, and will be centuries hence, as that of Walter de Merton, dead + six hundred years ago, is to-day at Oxford? Who was Mistress Holden, that + she should be blessed among women by having her name spoken gratefully and + the little edifice she caused to be erected preserved as her monument from + generation to generation? All these possibilities, the lust of the eye, + the lust of the flesh, the pride of life; the tears of grateful orphans by + the gallon; the prayers of Westminster Assembly's Catechism divines by the + thousand; the masses of priests by the century;—all these things, + and more if more there be that the imagination of a lover of gold is + likely to range over, the miser hears and sees and feels and hugs and + enjoys as he paddles with his lean hands among the sliding, shining, + ringing, innocent-looking bits of yellow metal, toying with them as the + lion-tamer handles the great carnivorous monster, whose might and whose + terrors are child's play to the latent forces and power of harm-doing of + the glittering counters played with in the great game between angels and + devils. + </p> + <p> + I have seen a good deal of misers, and I think I understand them as well + as most persons do. But the Capitalist's economy in rags and his + liberality to the young doctor are very oddly contrasted with each other. + I should not be surprised at any time to hear that he had endowed a + scholarship or professorship or built a college dormitory, in spite of his + curious parsimony in old linen. + </p> + <p> + I do not know where our Young Astronomer got the notions that he expresses + so freely in the lines that follow. I think the statement is true, + however, which I see in one of the most popular Cyclopaedias, that “the + non-clerical mind in all ages is disposed to look favorably upon the + doctrine of the universal restoration to holiness and happiness of all + fallen intelligences, whether human or angelic.” Certainly, most of the + poets who have reached the heart of men, since Burns dropped the tear for + poor “auld Nickie-ben” that softened the stony-hearted theology of + Scotland, have had “non-clerical” minds, and I suppose our young friend is + in his humble way an optimist like them. What he says in verse is very + much the same thing as what is said in prose in all companies, and thought + by a great many who are thankful to anybody that will say it for them,—not + a few clerical as wall as “non-clerical” persons among them. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + V + + What am I but the creature Thou hast made? + What have I save the blessings Thou hast lent? + What hope I but Thy mercy and Thy love? + Who but myself shall cloud my soul with fear? + Whose hand protect me from myself but Thine? + + I claim the rights of weakness, I, the babe, + Call on my sire to shield me from the ills + That still beset my path, not trying me + With snares beyond my wisdom or my strength, + He knowing I shall use them to my harm, + And find a tenfold misery in the sense + That in my childlike folly I have sprung + The trap upon myself as vermin use + Drawn by the cunning bait to certain doom. + Who wrought the wondrous charm that leads us on + To sweet perdition, but the self-same power + That set the fearful engine to destroy + His wretched offspring (as the Rabbis tell), + And hid its yawning jaws and treacherous springs + In such a show of innocent sweet flowers + It lured the sinless angels and they fell? + + Ah! He who prayed the prayer of all mankind + Summed in those few brief words the mightiest plea + For erring souls before the courts of heaven, + Save us from being tempted,—lest we fall! + If we are only as the potter's clay + Made to be fashioned as the artist wills, + And broken into shards if we offend + The eye of Him who made us, it is well; + Such love as the insensate lump of clay + That spins upon the swift-revolving wheel + Bears to the hand that shapes its growing form, + —Such love, no more, will be our hearts' return + To the great Master-workman for his care, + Or would be, save that this, our breathing clay, + Is intertwined with fine innumerous threads + That make it conscious in its framer's hand; + And this He must remember who has filled + These vessels with the deadly draught of life, + Life, that means death to all it claims. Our love + Must kindle in the ray that streams from heaven, + A faint reflection of the light divine; + The sun must warm the earth before the rose + Can show her inmost heart-leaves to the sun. + + He yields some fraction of the Maker's right + Who gives the quivering nerve its sense of pain; + Is there not something in the pleading eye + Of the poor brute that suffers, which arraigns + The law that bids it suffer? Has it not + A claim for some remembrance in the book + That fills its pages with the idle words + Spoken of men? Or is it only clay, + Bleeding and aching in the potter's hand, + Yet all his own to treat it as he will + And when he will to cast it at his feet, + Shattered, dishonored, lost forevermore? + My dog loves me, but could he look beyond + His earthly master, would his love extend + To Him who—Hush! I will not doubt that He + Is better than our fears, and will not wrong + The least, the meanest of created things! + + He would not trust me with the smallest orb + That circles through the sky; he would not give + A meteor to my guidance; would not leave + The coloring of a cloudlet to my hand; + He locks my beating heart beneath its bars + And keeps the key himself; he measures out + The draughts of vital breath that warm my blood, + Winds up the springs of instinct which uncoil, + Each in its season; ties me to my home, + My race, my time, my nation, and my creed + So closely that if I but slip my wrist + Out of the band that cuts it to the bone, + Men say, “He hath a devil”; he has lent + All that I hold in trust, as unto one + By reason of his weakness and his years + Not fit to hold the smallest shred in fee + Of those most common things he calls his own + And yet—my Rabbi tells me—he has left + The care of that to which a million worlds. + Filled with unconscious life were less than naught, + Has left that mighty universe, the Soul, + To the weak guidance of our baby hands, + Turned us adrift with our immortal charge, + Let the foul fiends have access at their will, + Taking the shape of angels, to our hearts, + Our hearts already poisoned through and through + With the fierce virus of ancestral sin. + If what my Rabbi tells me is the truth, + Why did the choir of angels sing for joy? + Heaven must be compassed in a narrow space, + And offer more than room enough for all + That pass its portals; but the underworld, + The godless realm, the place where demons forge + Their fiery darts and adamantine chains, + Must swarm with ghosts that for a little while + Had worn the garb of flesh, and being heirs + Of all the dulness of their stolid sires, + And all the erring instincts of their tribe, + Nature's own teaching, rudiments of “sin,” + Fell headlong in the snare that could not fail + To trap the wretched creatures shaped of clay + And cursed with sense enough to lose their souls! + + Brother, thy heart is troubled at my word; + Sister, I see the cloud is on thy brow. + He will not blame me, He who sends not peace, + But sends a sword, and bids us strike amain + At Error's gilded crest, where in the van + Of earth's great army, mingling with the best + And bravest of its leaders, shouting loud + The battle-cries that yesterday have led + The host of Truth to victory, but to-day + Are watchwords of the laggard and the slave, + He leads his dazzled cohorts. God has made + This world a strife of atoms and of spheres; + With every breath I sigh myself away + And take my tribute from the wandering wind + To fan the flame of life's consuming fire; + So, while my thought has life, it needs must burn, + And burning, set the stubble-fields ablaze, + Where all the harvest long ago was reaped + And safely garnered in the ancient barns, + But still the gleaners, groping for their food, + Go blindly feeling through the close-shorn straw, + While the young reapers flash their glittering steel + Where later suns have ripened nobler grain! +</pre> + <p> + We listened to these lines in silence. They were evidently written + honestly, and with feeling, and no doubt meant to be reverential. I + thought, however, the Lady looked rather serious as he finished reading. + The Young Girl's cheeks were flushed, but she was not in the mood for + criticism. + </p> + <p> + As we came away the Master said to me—The stubble-fields are mighty + slow to take fire. These young fellows catch up with the world's ideas one + after another,—they have been tamed a long while, but they find them + running loose in their minds, and think they are ferae naturae. They + remind me of young sportsmen who fire at the first feathers they see, and + bring down a barnyard fowl. But the chicken may be worth bagging for all + that, he said, good-humoredly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X + </h2> + <p> + Caveat Lector. Let the reader look out for himself. The old Master, whose + words I have so frequently quoted and shall quote more of, is a dogmatist + who lays down the law, ex cathedra, from the chair of his own personality. + I do not deny that he has the ambition of knowing something about a + greater number of subjects than any one man ought to meddle with, except + in a very humble and modest way. And that is not his way. There was no + doubt something of, humorous bravado in his saying that the actual “order + of things” did not offer a field sufficiently ample for his intelligence. + But if I found fault with him, which would be easy enough, I should say + that he holds and expresses definite opinions about matters that he could + afford to leave open questions, or ask the judgment of others about. But I + do not want to find fault with him. If he does not settle all the points + he speaks of so authoritatively, he sets me thinking about them, and I + like a man as a companion who is not afraid of a half-truth. I know he + says some things peremptorily that he may inwardly debate with himself. + There are two ways of dealing with assertions of this kind. One may attack + them on the false side and perhaps gain a conversational victory. But I + like better to take them up on the true side and see how much can be made + of that aspect of the dogmatic assertion. It is the only comfortable way + of dealing with persons like the old Master. + </p> + <p> + There have been three famous talkers in Great Britain, either of whom + would illustrate what I say about dogmatists well enough for my purpose. + You cannot doubt to what three I refer: Samuel the First, Samuel the + Second, and Thomas, last of the Dynasty. (I mean the living Thomas and not + Thomas B.) + </p> + <p> + I say the last of the Dynasty, for the conversational dogmatist on the + imperial scale becomes every year more and more an impossibility. If he is + in intelligent company he will be almost sure to find some one who knows + more about some of the subjects he generalizes upon than any wholesale + thinker who handles knowledge by the cargo is like to know. I find myself, + at certain intervals, in the society of a number of experts in science, + literature, and art, who cover a pretty wide range, taking them all + together, of human knowledge. I have not the least doubt that if the great + Dr. Samuel Johnson should come in and sit with this company at one of + their Saturday dinners, he would be listened to, as he always was, with + respect and attention. But there are subjects upon which the great talker + could speak magisterially in his time and at his club, upon which so wise + a man would express himself guardedly at the meeting where I have supposed + him a guest. We have a scientific man or two among us, for instance, who + would be entitled to smile at the good Doctor's estimate of their labors, + as I give it here: + </p> + <p> + “Of those that spin out life in trifles and die without a memorial, many + flatter themselves with high opinion of their own importance and imagine + that they are every day adding some improvement to human life.”—“Some + turn the wheel of electricity, some suspend rings to a loadstone, and find + that what they did yesterday they can do again to-day. Some register the + changes of the wind, and die fully convinced that the wind is changeable. + </p> + <p> + “There are men yet more profound, who have heard that two colorless + liquors may produce a color by union, and that two cold bodies will grow + hot if they are mingled; they mingle them, and produce the effect + expected, say it is strange, and mingle them again.” + </p> + <p> + I cannot transcribe this extract without an intense inward delight in its + wit and a full recognition of its thorough half-truthfulness. Yet if while + the great moralist is indulging in these vivacities, he can be imagined as + receiving a message from Mr. Boswell or Mrs. Thrale flashed through the + depths of the ocean, we can suppose he might be tempted to indulge in + another oracular utterance, something like this:—-A wise man + recognizes the convenience of a general statement, but he bows to the + authority of a particular fact. He who would bound the possibilities of + human knowledge by the limitations of present acquirements would take the + dimensions of the infant in ordering the habiliments of the adult. It is + the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to + listen. Will the Professor have the kindness to inform me by what steps of + gradual development the ring and the loadstone, which were but yesterday + the toys of children and idlers, have become the means of approximating + the intelligences of remote continents, and wafting emotions unchilled + through the abysses of the no longer unfathomable deep? + </p> + <p> + —This, you understand, Beloved, is only a conventional imitation of + the Doctor's style of talking. He wrote in grand balanced phrases, but his + conversation was good, lusty, off-hand familiar talk. He used very often + to have it all his own way. If he came back to us we must remember that to + treat him fairly we must suppose him on a level with the knowledge of our + own time. But that knowledge is more specialized, a great deal, than + knowledge was in his day. Men cannot talk about things they have seen from + the outside with the same magisterial authority the talking dynasty + pretended to. The sturdy old moralist felt grand enough, no doubt, when he + said, “He that is growing great and happy by electrifying a bottle wonders + how the world can be engaged by trifling prattle about war or peace.” + Benjamin Franklin was one of these idlers who were electrifying bottles, + but he also found time to engage in the trifling prattle about war and + peace going on in those times. The talking Doctor hits him very hard in + “Taxation no Tyranny”: “Those who wrote the Address (of the American + Congress in 1775), though they have shown no great extent or profundity of + mind, are yet probably wiser than to believe it: but they have been taught + by some master of mischief how to put in motion the engine of political + electricity; to attract by the sounds of Liberty and Property, to repel by + those of Popery and Slavery; and to give the great stroke by the name of + Boston.” The talking dynasty has always been hard upon us Americans. King + Samuel II. says: “It is, I believe, a fact verified beyond doubt, that + some years ago it was impossible to obtain a copy of the Newgate Calendar, + as they had all been bought up by the Americans, whether to suppress the + blazon of their forefathers or to assist in their genealogical researches + I could never learn satisfactorily.” As for King Thomas, the last of the + monological succession, he made such a piece of work with his prophecies + and his sarcasms about our little trouble with some of the Southern + States, that we came rather to pity him for his whims and crotchets than + to get angry with him for calling us bores and other unamiable names. + </p> + <p> + I do not think we believe things because considerable people say them, on + personal authority, that is, as intelligent listeners very commonly did a + century ago. The newspapers have lied that belief out of us. Any man who + has a pretty gift of talk may hold his company a little while when there + is nothing better stirring. Every now and then a man who may be dull + enough prevailingly has a passion of talk come over him which makes him + eloquent and silences the rest. I have a great respect for these divine + paroxysms, these half-inspired moments of influx when they seize one whom + we had not counted among the luminaries of the social sphere. But the man + who can—give us a fresh experience on anything that interests us + overrides everybody else. A great peril escaped makes a great story-teller + of a common person enough. I remember when a certain vessel was wrecked + long ago, that one of the survivors told the story as well as Defoe could + have told it. Never a word from him before; never a word from him since. + But when it comes to talking one's common thoughts,—those that come + and go as the breath does; those that tread the mental areas and corridors + with steady, even foot-fall, an interminable procession of every hue and + garb,—there are few, indeed, that can dare to lift the curtain which + hangs before the window in the breast and throw open the window, and let + us look and listen. We are all loyal enough to our sovereign when he shows + himself, but sovereigns are scarce. I never saw the absolute homage of + listeners but once, that I remember, to a man's common talk, and that was + to the conversation of an old man, illustrious by his lineage and the + exalted honors he had won, whose experience had lessons for the wisest, + and whose eloquence had made the boldest tremble. + </p> + <p> + All this because I told you to look out for yourselves and not take for + absolute truth everything the old Master of our table, or anybody else at + it sees fit to utter. At the same time I do not think that he, or any of + us whose conversation I think worth reporting, says anything for the mere + sake of saying it and without thinking that it holds some truth, even if + it is not unqualifiedly true. + </p> + <p> + I suppose a certain number of my readers wish very heartily that the Young + Astronomer whose poetical speculations I am recording would stop trying by + searching to find out the Almighty, and sign the thirty-nine articles, or + the Westminster Confession of Faith, at any rate slip his neck into some + collar or other, and pull quietly in the harness, whether it galled him or + not. I say, rather, let him have his talk out; if nobody else asks the + questions he asks, some will be glad to hear them, but if you, the reader, + find the same questions in your own mind, you need not be afraid to see + how they shape themselves in another's intelligence. Do you recognize the + fact that we are living in a new time? Knowledge—it excites + prejudices to call it science—is advancing as irresistibly, as + majestically, as remorselessly as the ocean moves in upon the shore. The + courtiers of King Canute (I am not afraid of the old comparison), + represented by the adherents of the traditional beliefs of the period, + move his chair back an inch at a time, but not until his feet are pretty + damp, not to say wet. The rock on which he sat securely awhile ago is + completely under water. And now people are walking up and down the beach + and judging for themselves how far inland the chair of King Canute is like + to be moved while they and their children are looking on, at the rate in + which it is edging backward. And it is quite too late to go into hysterics + about it. + </p> + <p> + The shore, solid, substantial, a great deal more than eighteen hundred + years old, is natural humanity. The beach which the ocean of knowledge—you + may call it science if you like—is flowing over, is theological + humanity. Somewhere between the Sermon on the Mount and the teachings of + Saint Augustine sin was made a transferable chattel. (I leave the interval + wide for others to make narrow.) + </p> + <p> + The doctrine of heritable guilt, with its mechanical consequences, has + done for our moral nature what the doctrine of demoniac possession has + done in barbarous times and still does among barbarous tribes for disease. + Out of that black cloud came the lightning which struck the compass of + humanity. Conscience, which from the dawn of moral being had pointed to + the poles of right and wrong only as the great current of will flowed + through the soul, was demagnetized, paralyzed, and knew henceforth no + fixed meridian, but stayed where the priest or the council placed it. + There is nothing to be done but to polarize the needle over again. And for + this purpose we must study the lines of direction of all the forces which + traverse our human nature. + </p> + <p> + We must study man as we have studied stars and rocks. We need not go, we + are told, to our sacred books for astronomy or geology or other scientific + knowledge. Do not stop there! Pull Canute's chair back fifty rods at once, + and do not wait until he is wet to the knees! Say now, bravely, as you + will sooner or later have to say, that we need not go to any ancient + records for our anthropology. Do we not all hold, at least, that the + doctrine of man's being a blighted abortion, a miserable disappointment to + his Creator, and hostile and hateful to him from his birth, may give way + to the belief that he is the latest terrestrial manifestation of an ever + upward-striving movement of divine power? If there lives a man who does + not want to disbelieve the popular notions about the condition and destiny + of the bulk of his race, I should like to have him look me in the face and + tell me so. + </p> + <p> + I am not writing for the basement story or the nursery, and I do not + pretend to be, but I say nothing in these pages which would not be said + without fear of offence in any intelligent circle, such as clergymen of + the higher castes are in the habit of frequenting. There are teachers in + type for our grandmothers and our grandchildren who vaccinate the two + childhoods with wholesome doctrine, transmitted harmlessly from one infant + to another. But we three men at our table have taken the disease of + thinking in the natural way. It is an epidemic in these times, and those + who are afraid of it must shut themselves up close or they will catch it. + </p> + <p> + I hope none of us are wanting in reverence. One at least of us is a + regular church-goer, and believes a man may be devout and yet very free in + the expression of his opinions on the gravest subjects. There may be some + good people who think that our young friend who puts his thoughts in verse + is going sounding over perilous depths, and are frightened every time he + throws the lead. There is nothing to be frightened at. This is a manly + world we live in. Our reverence is good for nothing if it does not begin + with self-respect. Occidental manhood springs from that as its basis; + Oriental manhood finds the greatest satisfaction in self-abasement. There + is no use in trying to graft the tropical palm upon the Northern pine. The + same divine forces underlie the growth of both, but leaf and flower and + fruit must follow the law of race, of soil, of climate. Whether the + questions which assail my young friend have risen in my reader's mind or + not, he knows perfectly well that nobody can keep such questions from + springing up in every young mind of any force or honesty. As for the + excellent little wretches who grow up in what they are taught, with never + a scruple or a query, Protestant or Catholic, Jew or Mormon, Mahometan or + Buddhist, they signify nothing in the intellectual life of the race. If + the world had been wholly peopled with such half-vitalized mental + negatives, there never would have been a creed like that of Christendom. + </p> + <p> + I entirely agree with the spirit of the verses I have looked over, in this + point at least, that a true man's allegiance is given to that which is + highest in his own nature. He reverences truth, he loves kindness, he + respects justice. The two first qualities he understands well enough. But + the last, justice, at least as between the Infinite and the finite, has + been so utterly dehumanized, disintegrated, decomposed, and diabolized in + passing through the minds of the half-civilized banditti who have peopled + and unpeopled the world for some scores of generations, that it has become + a mere algebraic x, and has no fixed value whatever as a human conception. + </p> + <p> + As for power, we are outgrowing all superstition about that. We have not + the slightest respect for it as such, and it is just as well to remember + this in all our spiritual adjustments. We fear power when we cannot master + it; but just as far as we can master it, we make a slave and a beast of + burden of it without hesitation. We cannot change the ebb and flow of the + tides, or the course of the seasons, but we come as near it as we can. We + dam out the ocean, we make roses bloom in winter and water freeze in + summer. We have no more reverence for the sun than we have for a fish-tail + gas-burner; we stare into his face with telescopes as at a ballet-dancer + with opera-glasses; we pick his rays to pieces with prisms as if they were + so many skeins of colored yarn; we tell him we do not want his company and + shut him out like a troublesome vagrant. The gods of the old heathen are + the servants of to-day. Neptune, Vulcan, Aolus, and the bearer of the + thunderbolt himself have stepped down from their pedestals and put on our + livery. We cannot always master them, neither can we always master our + servant, the horse, but we have put a bridle on the wildest natural + agencies. The mob of elemental forces is as noisy and turbulent as ever, + but the standing army of civilization keeps it well under, except for an + occasional outbreak. + </p> + <p> + When I read the Lady's letter printed some time since, I could not help + honoring the feeling which prompted her in writing it. But while I respect + the innocent incapacity of tender age and the limitations of the + comparatively uninstructed classes, it is quite out of the question to act + as if matters of common intelligence and universal interest were the + private property of a secret society, only to be meddled with by those who + know the grip and the password. + </p> + <p> + We must get over the habit of transferring the limitations of the nervous + temperament and of hectic constitutions to the great Source of all the + mighty forces of nature, animate and inanimate. We may confidently trust + that we have over us a Being thoroughly robust and grandly magnanimous, in + distinction from the Infinite Invalid bred in the studies of sickly + monomaniacs, who corresponds to a very common human type, but makes us + blush for him when we contrast him with a truly noble man, such as most of + us have had the privilege of knowing both in public and in private life. + </p> + <p> + I was not a little pleased to find that the Lady, in spite of her letter, + sat through the young man's reading of portions of his poem with a good + deal of complacency. I think I can guess what is in her mind. She + believes, as so many women do, in that great remedy for discontent, and + doubts about humanity, and questionings of Providence, and all sorts of + youthful vagaries,—I mean the love-cure. And she thinks, not without + some reason, that these astronomical lessons, and these readings of poetry + and daily proximity at the table, and the need of two young hearts that + have been long feeling lonely, and youth and nature and “all impulses of + soul and sense,” as Coleridge has it, will bring these two young people + into closer relations than they perhaps have yet thought of; and so that + sweet lesson of loving the neighbor whom he has seen may lead him into + deeper and more trusting communion with the Friend and Father whom he has + not seen. + </p> + <p> + The Young Girl evidently did not intend that her accomplice should be a + loser by the summary act of the Member of the Haouse: I took occasion to + ask That Boy what had become of all the popguns. He gave me to understand + that popguns were played out, but that he had got a squirt and a whip, and + considered himself better off than before. + </p> + <p> + This great world is full of mysteries. I can comprehend the pleasure to be + got out of the hydraulic engine; but what can be the fascination of a + whip, when one has nothing to flagellate but the calves of his own legs, I + could never understand. Yet a small riding-whip is the most popular + article with the miscellaneous New-Englander at all great gatherings,—cattle-shows + and Fourth-of-July celebrations. If Democritus and Heraclitus could walk + arm in arm through one of these crowds, the first would be in a broad + laugh to see the multitude of young persons who were rejoicing in the + possession of one of these useless and worthless little commodities; happy + himself to see how easily others could purchase happiness. But the second + would weep bitter tears to think what a rayless and barren life that must + be which could extract enjoyment from the miserable flimsy wand that has + such magic attraction for sauntering youths and simpering maidens. What a + dynamometer of happiness are these paltry toys, and what a rudimentary + vertebrate must be the freckled adolescent whose yearning for the infinite + can be stayed even for a single hour by so trifling a boon from the venal + hands of the finite! + </p> + <p> + Pardon these polysyllabic reflections, Beloved, but I never contemplate + these dear fellow-creatures of ours without a delicious sense of + superiority to them and to all arrested embryos of intelligence, in which + I have no doubt you heartily sympathize with me. It is not merely when I + look at the vacuous countenances of the mastigophori, the whip-holders, + that I enjoy this luxury (though I would not miss that holiday spectacle + for a pretty sum of money, and advise you by all means to make sure of it + next Fourth of July, if you missed it this), but I get the same pleasure + from many similar manifestations. + </p> + <p> + I delight in Regalia, so called, of the kind not worn by kings, nor + obtaining their diamonds from the mines of Golconda. I have a passion for + those resplendent titles which are not conferred by a sovereign and would + not be the open sesame to the courts of royalty, yet which are as opulent + in impressive adjectives as any Knight of the Garter's list of dignities. + When I have recognized in the every-day name of His Very Worthy High + Eminence of some cabalistic association, the inconspicuous individual + whose trifling indebtedness to me for value received remains in a + quiescent state and is likely long to continue so, I confess to having + experienced a thrill of pleasure. I have smiled to think how grand his + magnificent titular appendages sounded in his own ears and what a feeble + tintinnabulation they made in mine. The crimson sash, the broad diagonal + belt of the mounted marshal of a great procession, so cheap in themselves, + yet so entirely satisfactory to the wearer, tickle my heart's root. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps I should have enjoyed all these weaknesses of my infantile + fellow-creatures without an afterthought, except that on a certain + literary anniversary when I tie the narrow blue and pink ribbons in my + button-hole and show my decorated bosom to the admiring public, I am + conscious of a certain sense of distinction and superiority in virtue of + that trifling addition to my personal adornments which reminds me that I + too have some embryonic fibres in my tolerably well-matured organism. + </p> + <p> + I hope I have not hurt your feelings, if you happen to be a High and + Mighty Grand Functionary in any illustrious Fraternity. When I tell you + that a bit of ribbon in my button-hole sets my vanity prancing, I think + you cannot be grievously offended that I smile at the resonant titles + which make you something more than human in your own eyes. I would not for + the world be mistaken for one of those literary roughs whose brass + knuckles leave their mark on the foreheads of so many inoffensive people. + </p> + <p> + There is a human sub-species characterized by the coarseness of its fibre + and the acrid nature of its intellectual secretions. It is to a certain + extent penetrative, as all creatures are which are provided with stings. + It has an instinct which guides it to the vulnerable parts of the victim + on which it fastens. These two qualities give it a certain degree of power + which is not to be despised. It might perhaps be less mischievous, but for + the fact that the wound where it leaves its poison opens the fountain from + which it draws its nourishment. + </p> + <p> + Beings of this kind can be useful if they will only find their appropriate + sphere, which is not literature, but that circle of rough-and-tumble + political life where the fine-fibred men are at a discount, where epithets + find their subjects poison-proof, and the sting which would be fatal to a + literary debutant only wakes the eloquence of the pachydermatous ward-room + politician to a fiercer shriek of declamation. + </p> + <p> + The Master got talking the other day about the difference between races + and families. I am reminded of what he said by what I have just been + saying myself about coarse-fibred and fine-fibred people. + </p> + <p> + —We talk about a Yankee, a New-Englander,—he said,-as if all + of 'em were just the same kind of animal. “There is knowledge and + knowledge,” said John Bunyan. There are Yankees and Yankees. Do you know + two native trees called pitch pine and white pine respectively? Of course + you know 'em. Well, there are pitch-pine Yankees and white-pine Yankees. + We don't talk about the inherited differences of men quite as freely, + perhaps, as they do in the Old World, but republicanism doesn't alter the + laws of physiology. We have a native aristocracy, a superior race, just as + plainly marked by nature as of a higher and finer grade than the common + run of people as the white pine is marked in its form, its stature, its + bark, its delicate foliage, as belonging to the nobility of the forest; + and the pitch pine, stubbed, rough, coarse-haired, as of the plebeian + order. Only the strange thing is to see in what a capricious way our + natural nobility is distributed. The last born nobleman I have seen, I saw + this morning; he was pulling a rope that was fastened to a Maine schooner + loaded with lumber. I should say he was about twenty years old, as fine a + figure of a young man as you would ask to see, and with a regular Greek + outline of countenance, waving hair, that fell as if a sculptor had massed + it to copy, and a complexion as rich as a red sunset. I have a notion that + the State of Maine breeds the natural nobility in a larger proportion than + some other States, but they spring up in all sorts of out-of-the-way + places. The young fellow I saw this morning had on an old flannel shirt, a + pair of trowsers that meant hard work, and a cheap cloth cap pushed back + on his head so as to let the large waves of hair straggle out over his + forehead; he was tugging at his rope with the other sailors, but upon my + word I don't think I have seen a young English nobleman of all those whom + I have looked upon that answered to the notion of “blood” so well as this + young fellow did. I suppose if I made such a levelling confession as this + in public, people would think I was looking towards being the labor-reform + candidate for President. But I should go on and spoil my prospects by + saying that I don't think the white-pine Yankee is the more generally + prevailing growth, but rather the pitch-pine Yankee. + </p> + <p> + —The Member of the Haouse seemed to have been getting a dim idea + that all this was not exactly flattering to the huckleberry districts. His + features betrayed the growth of this suspicion so clearly that the Master + replied to his look as if it had been a remark. [I need hardly say that + this particular member of the General Court was a pitch-pine Yankee of the + most thoroughly characterized aspect and flavor.] + </p> + <p> + —Yes, Sir,—the Master continued,—Sir being anybody that + listened, —there is neither flattery nor offence in the views which + a physiological observer takes of the forms of life around him. It won't + do to draw individual portraits, but the differences of natural groups of + human beings are as proper subjects of remark as those of different breeds + of horses, and if horses were Houyhnhnms I don't think they would quarrel + with us because we made a distinction between a “Morgan” and a + “Messenger.” The truth is, Sir, the lean sandy soil and the droughts and + the long winters and the east-winds and the cold storms, and all sorts of + unknown local influences that we can't make out quite so plainly as these, + have a tendency to roughen the human organization and make it coarse, + something as it is with the tree I mentioned. Some spots and some strains + of blood fight against these influences, but if I should say right out + what I think, it would be that the finest human fruit, on the whole; and + especially the finest women that we get in New England are raised under + glass. + </p> + <p> + —Good gracious!—exclaimed the Landlady, under glass! + </p> + <p> + —Give me cowcumbers raised in the open air, said the Capitalist, who + was a little hard of hearing. + </p> + <p> + —Perhaps,—I remarked,—it might be as well if you would + explain this last expression of yours. Raising human beings under glass I + take to be a metaphorical rather than a literal statement of your meaning. + </p> + <p> + —No, Sir!—replied the Master, with energy,—I mean just + what I say, Sir. Under glass, and with a south exposure. During the hard + season, of course,—for in the heats of summer the tenderest + hot-house plants are not afraid of the open air. Protection is what the + transplanted Aryan requires in this New England climate. Keep him, and + especially keep her, in a wide street of a well-built city eight months of + the year; good solid brick walls behind her, good sheets of plate-glass, + with the sun shining warm through them, in front of her, and you have put + her in the condition of the pine-apple, from the land of which, and not + from that of the other kind of pine, her race started on its travels. + People don't know what a gain there is to health by living in cities, the + best parts of them of course, for we know too well what the worst parts + are. In the first place you get rid of the noxious emanations which poison + so many country localities with typhoid fever and dysentery, not wholly + rid of them, of course, but to a surprising degree. Let me tell you a + doctor's story. I was visiting a Western city a good many years ago; it + was in the autumn, the time when all sorts of malarious diseases are + about. The doctor I was speaking of took me to see the cemetery just + outside the town, I don't know how much he had done to fill it, for he + didn't tell me, but I'll tell you what he did say. + </p> + <p> + “Look round,” said the doctor. “There isn't a house in all the ten-mile + circuit of country you can see over, where there isn't one person, at + least, shaking with fever and ague. And yet you need n't be afraid of + carrying it away with you, for as long as your home is on a paved street + you are safe.” + </p> + <p> + —I think it likely—the Master went on to say—that my + friend the doctor put it pretty strongly, but there is no doubt at all + that while all the country round was suffering from intermittent fever, + the paved part of the city was comparatively exempted. What do you do when + you build a house on a damp soil, and there are damp soils pretty much + everywhere? Why you floor the cellar with cement, don't you? Well, the + soil of a city is cemented all over, one may say, with certain + qualifications of course. A first-rate city house is a regular sanatorium. + The only trouble is, that the little good-for-nothings that come of + utterly used-up and worn-out stock, and ought to die, can't die, to save + their lives. So they grow up to dilute the vigor of the race with + skim-milk vitality. They would have died, like good children, in most + average country places; but eight months of shelter in a regulated + temperature, in a well-sunned house, in a duly moistened air, with good + sidewalks to go about on in all weather, and four months of the cream of + summer and the fresh milk of Jersey cows, make the little sham + organizations—the worm-eaten wind-falls, for that 's what they look + like—hang on to the boughs of life like “froze-n-thaws”; regular + struldbrugs they come to be, a good many of 'em. + </p> + <p> + —The Scarabee's ear was caught by that queer word of Swift's, and he + asked very innocently what kind of bugs he was speaking of, whereupon That + Boy shouted out, Straddlebugs! to his own immense amusement and the great + bewilderment of the Scarabee, who only saw that there was one of those + unintelligible breaks in the conversation which made other people laugh, + and drew back his antennae as usual, perplexed, but not amused. + </p> + <p> + I do not believe the Master had said all he was going to say on this + subject, and of course all these statements of his are more or less + one-sided. But that some invalids do much better in cities than in the + country is indisputable, and that the frightful dysenteries and fevers + which have raged like pestilences in many of our country towns are almost + unknown in the better built sections of some of our large cities is + getting to be more generally understood since our well-to-do people have + annually emigrated in such numbers from the cemented surface of the city + to the steaming soil of some of the dangerous rural districts. If one + should contrast the healthiest country residences with the worst city ones + the result would be all the other way, of course, so that there are two + sides to the question, which we must let the doctors pound in their great + mortar, infuse and strain, hoping that they will present us with the clear + solution when they have got through these processes. One of our chief + wants is a complete sanitary map of every State in the Union. + </p> + <p> + The balance of our table, as the reader has no doubt observed, has been + deranged by the withdrawal of the Man of Letters, so called, and only the + side of the deficiency changed by the removal of the Young Astronomer into + our neighborhood. The fact that there was a vacant chair on the side + opposite us had by no means escaped the notice of That Boy. He had taken + advantage of his opportunity and invited in a schoolmate whom he evidently + looked upon as a great personage. This boy or youth was a good deal older + than himself and stood to him apparently in the light of a patron and + instructor in the ways of life. A very jaunty, knowing young gentleman he + was, good-looking, smartly dressed, smooth-checked as yet, curly-haired, + with a roguish eye, a sagacious wink, a ready tongue, as I soon found out; + and as I learned could catch a ball on the fly with any boy of his age; + not quarrelsome, but, if he had to strike, hit from the shoulder; the + pride of his father (who was a man of property and a civic dignitary), and + answering to the name of Johnny. + </p> + <p> + I was a little surprised at the liberty That Boy had taken in introducing + an extra peptic element at our table, reflecting as I did that a certain + number of avoirdupois ounces of nutriment which the visitor would dispose + of corresponded to a very appreciable pecuniary amount, so that he was + levying a contribution upon our Landlady which she might be inclined to + complain of. For the Caput mortuum (or deadhead, in vulgar phrase) is apt + to be furnished with a Venter vivus, or, as we may say, a lively appetite. + But the Landlady welcomed the new-comer very heartily. + </p> + <p> + —Why! how—do—you—do Johnny?! with the notes of + interrogation and of admiration both together, as here represented. + </p> + <p> + Johnny signified that he was doing about as well as could be expected + under the circumstances, having just had a little difference with a young + person whom he spoke of as “Pewter-jaw” (I suppose he had worn a dentist's + tooth-straightening contrivance during his second dentition), which youth + he had finished off, as he said, in good shape, but at the expense of a + slight epistaxis, we will translate his vernacular expression. + </p> + <p> + —The three ladies all looked sympathetic, but there did not seem to + be any great occasion for it, as the boy had come out all right, and + seemed to be in the best of spirits. + </p> + <p> + —And how is your father and your mother? asked the Landlady. + </p> + <p> + —Oh, the Governor and the Head Centre? A 1, both of 'em. Prime order + for shipping,—warranted to stand any climate. The Governor says he + weighs a hunderd and seventy-five pounds. Got a chin-tuft just like Ed'in + Forrest. D'd y' ever see Ed'in Forrest play Metamora? Bully, I tell you! + My old gentleman means to be Mayor or Governor or President or something + or other before he goes off the handle, you'd better b'lieve. He's smart,—and + I've heard folks say I take after him. + </p> + <p> + —Somehow or other I felt as if I had seen this boy before, or known + something about him. Where did he get those expressions “A 1” and “prime” + and so on? They must have come from somebody who has been in the retail + dry-goods business, or something of that nature. I have certain vague + reminiscences that carry me back to the early times of this boardinghouse.—Johnny.—Landlady + knows his father well. + </p> + <p> + —Boarded with her, no doubt.—There was somebody by the name of + John, I remember perfectly well, lived with her. I remember both my + friends mentioned him, one of them very often. I wonder if this boy isn't + a son of his! I asked the Landlady after breakfast whether this was not, + as I had suspected, the son of that former boarder. + </p> + <p> + —To be sure he is,—she answered,—and jest such a + good-natur'd sort of creatur' as his father was. I always liked John, as + we used to call his father. He did love fun, but he was a good soul, and + stood by me when I was in trouble, always. He went into business on his + own account after a while, and got merried, and settled down into a family + man. They tell me he is an amazing smart business man,—grown + wealthy, and his wife's father left her money. But I can't help calling + him John,—law, we never thought of calling him anything else, and he + always laughs and says, “That's right.” This is his oldest son, and + everybody calls him Johnny. That Boy of ours goes to the same school with + his boy, and thinks there never was anybody like him,—you see there + was a boy undertook to impose on our boy, and Johnny gave the other boy a + good licking, and ever since that he is always wanting to have Johnny + round with him and bring him here with him,—and when those two boys + get together, there never was boys that was so chock full of fun and + sometimes mischief, but not very bad mischief, as those two boys be. But I + like to have him come once in a while when there is room at the table, as + there is now, for it puts me in mind of the old times, when my old + boarders was all round me, that I used to think so much of,—not that + my boarders that I have now a'nt very nice people, but I did think a + dreadful sight of the gentleman that made that first book; it helped me on + in the world more than ever he knew of,—for it was as good as one of + them Brandreth's pills advertisements, and did n't cost me a cent, and + that young lady he merried too, she was nothing but a poor young + schoolma'am when she come to my house, and now—and she deserved it + all too; for she was always just the same, rich or poor, and she is n't a + bit prouder now she wears a camel's-hair shawl, than she was when I used + to lend her a woollen one to keep her poor dear little shoulders warm when + she had to go out and it was storming,—and then there was that old + gentleman,—I can't speak about him, for I never knew how good he was + till his will was opened, and then it was too late to thank him.... + </p> + <p> + I respected the feeling which caused the interval of silence, and found my + own eyes moistened as I remembered how long it was since that friend of + ours was sitting in the chair where I now sit, and what a tidal wave of + change has swept over the world and more especially over this great land + of ours, since he opened his lips and found so many kind listeners. + </p> + <p> + The Young Astronomer has read us another extract from his manuscript. I + ran my eye over it, and so far as I have noticed it is correct enough in + its versification. I suppose we are getting gradually over our + hemispherical provincialism, which allowed a set of monks to pull their + hoods over our eyes and tell us there was no meaning in any religious + symbolism but our own. If I am mistaken about this advance I am very glad + to print the young man's somewhat outspoken lines to help us in that + direction. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + VI + + The time is racked with birth-pangs; every hour + Brings forth some gasping truth, and truth new-born + Looks a misshapen and untimely growth, + The terror of the household and its shame, + A monster coiling in its nurse's lap + That some would strangle, some would only starve; + But still it breathes, and passed from hand to hand, + And suckled at a hundred half-clad breasts, + Comes slowly to its stature and its form, + Calms the rough ridges of its dragon-scales, + Changes to shining locks its snaky hair, + And moves transfigured into angel guise, + Welcomed by all that cursed its hour of birth, + And folded in the same encircling arms + That cast it like a serpent from their hold! + + If thou wouldst live in honor, die in peace, + Have the fine words the marble-workers learn + To carve so well, upon thy funeral-stone, + And earn a fair obituary, dressed + In all the many-colored robes of praise, + Be deafer than the adder to the cry + Of that same foundling truth, until it grows + To seemly favor, and at length has won + The smiles of hard-mouthed men and light-upped dames, + Then snatch it from its meagre nurse's breast, + Fold it in silk and give it food from gold; + So shalt thou share its glory when at last + It drops its mortal vesture, and revealed + In all the splendor of its heavenly form, + Spreads on the startled air its mighty wings! + + Alas! how much that seemed immortal truth + That heroes fought for, martyrs died to save, + Reveals its earth-born lineage, growing old + And limping in its march, its wings unplumed, + Its heavenly semblance faded like a dream! + + Here in this painted casket, just unsealed, + Lies what was once a breathing shape like thine, + Once loved as thou art loved; there beamed the eyes + That looked on Memphis in its hour of pride, + That saw the walls of hundred-gated Thebes, + And all the mirrored glories of the Nile. + See how they toiled that all-consuming time + Might leave the frame immortal in its tomb; + Filled it with fragrant balms and odorous gums + That still diffuse their sweetness through the air, + And wound and wound with patient fold on fold + The flaxen bands thy hand has rudely torn! + Perchance thou yet canst see the faded stain + Of the sad mourner's tear. + + But what is this? + The sacred beetle, bound upon the breast + Of the blind heathen! Snatch the curious prize, + Give it a place among thy treasured spoils + Fossil and relic,—corals, encrinites, + The fly in amber and the fish in stone, + The twisted circlet of Etruscan gold, + Medal, intaglio, poniard, poison-ring, + —Place for the Memphian beetle with thine hoard! + + Ah! longer than thy creed has blest the world + This toy, thus ravished from thy brother's breast, + Was to the heart of Mizraim as divine, + As holy, as the symbol that we lay + On the still bosom of our white-robed dead, + And raise above their dust that all may know + Here sleeps an heir of glory. Loving friends, + With tears of trembling faith and choking sobs, + And prayers to those who judge of mortal deeds, + Wrapped this poor image in the cerement's fold + That Isis and Osiris, friends of man, + Might know their own and claim the ransomed soul + + An idol? Man was born to worship such! + An idol is an image of his thought; + Sometimes he carves it out of gleaming stone, + And sometimes moulds it out of glittering gold, + Or rounds it in a mighty frescoed dome, + Or lifts it heavenward in a lofty spire, + Or shapes it in a cunning frame of words, + Or pays his priest to make it day by day; + For sense must have its god as well as soul; + A new-born Dian calls for silver shrines, + And Egypt's holiest symbol is our own, + The sign we worship as did they of old + When Isis and Osiris ruled the world. + + Let us be true to our most subtle selves, + We long to have our idols like the rest. + Think! when the men of Israel had their God + Encamped among them, talking with their chief, + Leading them in the pillar of the cloud + And watching o'er them in the shaft of fire, + They still must have an image; still they longed + For somewhat of substantial, solid form + Whereon to hang their garlands, and to fix + Their wandering thoughts, and gain a stronger hold + For their uncertain faith, not yet assured + If those same meteors of the day and night + Were not mere exhalations of the soil. + + Are we less earthly than the chosen race? + Are we more neighbors of the living God + Than they who gathered manna every morn, + Reaping where none had sown, and heard the voice + Of him who met the Highest in the mount, + And brought them tables, graven with His hand? + Yet these must have their idol, brought their gold, + That star-browed Apis might be god again; + Yea, from their ears the women brake the rings + That lent such splendors to the gypsy brown + Of sunburnt cheeks,—what more could woman do + To show her pious zeal? They went astray, + But nature led them as it leads us all. + + We too, who mock at Israel's golden calf + And scoff at Egypt's sacred scarabee, + Would have our amulets to clasp and kiss, + And flood with rapturous tears, and bear with us + To be our dear companions in the dust, + Such magic works an image in our souls! + + Man is an embryo; see at twenty years + His bones, the columns that uphold his frame + Not yet cemented, shaft and capital, + Mere fragments of the temple incomplete. + At twoscore, threescore, is he then full grown? + Nay, still a child, and as the little maids + Dress and undress their puppets, so he tries + To dress a lifeless creed, as if it lived, + And change its raiment when the world cries shame! + We smile to see our little ones at play + So grave, so thoughtful, with maternal care + Nursing the wisps of rags they call their babes; + Does He not smile who sees us with the toys + We call by sacred names, and idly feign + To be what we have called them? + He is still The Father of this helpless nursery-brood, + Whose second childhood joins so close its first, + That in the crowding, hurrying years between + We scarce have trained our senses to their task + Before the gathering mist has dimmed our eyes, + And with our hollowed palm we help our ear, + And trace with trembling hand our wrinkled names, + And then begin to tell our stories o'er, + And see—not hear-the whispering lips that say, + “You know—? Your father knew him.—This is he, + Tottering and leaning on the hireling's arm,—” + And so, at length, disrobed of all that clad + The simple life we share with weed and worm, + Go to our cradles, naked as we came. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI + </h2> + <p> + I suppose there would have been even more remarks upon the growing + intimacy of the Young Astronomer and his pupil, if the curiosity of the + boarders had not in the mean time been so much excited at the apparently + close relation which had sprung up between the Register of Deeds and the + Lady. It was really hard to tell what to make of it. The Register appeared + at the table in a new coat. Suspicious. The Lady was evidently deeply + interested in him, if we could judge by the frequency and the length of + their interviews. On at least one occasion he has brought a lawyer with + him, which naturally suggested the idea that there were some property + arrangements to be attended to, in case, as seems probable against all + reasons to the contrary, these two estimable persons, so utterly unfitted, + as one would say, to each other, contemplated an alliance. It is no + pleasure to me to record an arrangement of this kind. I frankly confess I + do not know what to make of it. With her tastes and breeding, it is the + last thing that I should have thought of,—her uniting herself with + this most commonplace and mechanical person, who cannot even offer her the + elegances and luxuries to which she might seem entitled on changing her + condition. + </p> + <p> + While I was thus interested and puzzled I received an unexpected visit + from our Landlady. She was evidently excited, and by some event which was + of a happy nature, for her countenance was beaming and she seemed + impatient to communicate what she had to tell. Impatient or not, she must + wait a moment, while I say a word about her. Our Landlady is as good a + creature as ever lived. She is a little negligent of grammar at times, and + will get a wrong word now and then; she is garrulous, circumstantial, + associates facts by their accidental cohesion rather than by their vital + affinities, is given to choking and tears on slight occasions, but she has + a warm heart, and feels to her boarders as if they were her + blood-relations. She began her conversation abruptly.—I expect I'm a + going to lose one of my boarders,—she said. + </p> + <p> + —You don't seem very unhappy about it, madam,—I answered.—We + all took it easily when the person who sat on our side of the table + quitted us in such a hurry, but I do not think there is anybody left that + either you or the boarders want to get rid of—unless it is myself,—I + added modestly. + </p> + <p> + —You! said the Landlady—you! No indeed. When I have a quiet + boarder that 's a small eater, I don't want to lose him. You don't make + trouble, you don't find fault with your vit—[Dr. Benjamin had + schooled his parent on this point and she altered the word] with your + food, and you know when you 've had enough. + </p> + <p> + —I really felt proud of this eulogy, which embraces the most + desirable excellences of a human being in the capacity of boarder. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady began again.—I'm going to lose—at least, I + suppose I shall—one of the best boarders I ever had,—that Lady + that's been with me so long. + </p> + <p> + —I thought there was something going on between her and the + Register,—I said. + </p> + <p> + —Something! I should think there was! About three months ago he + began making her acquaintance. I thought there was something particular. I + did n't quite like to watch 'em very close; but I could n't help + overbearing some of the things he said to her, for, you see, he used to + follow her up into the parlor, they talked pretty low, but I could catch a + word now and then. I heard him say something to her one day about + “bettering her condition,” and she seemed to be thinking very hard about + it, and turning of it over in her mind, and I said to myself, She does n't + want to take up with him, but she feels dreadful poor, and perhaps he has + been saving and has got money in the bank, and she does n't want to throw + away a chance of bettering herself without thinking it over. But dear me,—says + I to myself,—to think of her walking up the broad aisle into meeting + alongside of such a homely, rusty-looking creatur' as that! But there 's + no telling what folks will do when poverty has got hold of 'em. + </p> + <p> + —Well, so I thought she was waiting to make up her mind, and he was + hanging on in hopes she'd come round at last, as women do half the time, + for they don't know their own minds and the wind blows both ways at once + with 'em as the smoke blows out of the tall chimlies,—east out of + this one and west out of that,—so it's no use looking at 'em to know + what the weather is. + </p> + <p> + —But yesterday she comes up to me after breakfast, and asks me to go + up with her into her little room. Now, says I to myself, I shall hear all + about it. I saw she looked as if she'd got some of her trouble off her + mind, and I guessed that it was settled, and so, says I to myself, I must + wish her joy and hope it's all for the best, whatever I think about it. + </p> + <p> + —Well, she asked me to set down, and then she begun. She said that + she was expecting to have a change in her condition of life, and had asked + me up so that I might' have the first news of it. I am sure—says I—I + wish you both joy. Merriage is a blessed thing when folks is well sorted, + and it is an honorable thing, and the first meracle was at the merriage in + Canaan. It brings a great sight of happiness with it, as I've had a chance + of knowing, for my hus— + </p> + <p> + The Landlady showed her usual tendency to “break” from the conversational + pace just at this point, but managed to rein in the rebellious diaphragm, + and resumed her narrative. + </p> + <p> + —Merriage!—says she,—pray who has said anything about + merriage?—I beg your pardon, ma'am,—says I,—I thought + you had spoke of changing your condition and I—She looked so I + stopped right short. + </p> + <p> + -Don't say another word, says she, but jest listen to what I am going to + tell you. + </p> + <p> + —My friend, says she, that you have seen with me so often lately, + was hunting among his old Record books, when all at once he come across an + old deed that was made by somebody that had my family name. He took it + into his head to read it over, and he found there was some kind of a + condition that if it was n't kept, the property would all go back to them + that was the heirs of the one that gave the deed, and that he found out + was me. Something or other put it into his head, says she, that the + company that owned the property—it was ever so rich a company and + owned land all round everywhere—hadn't kept to the conditions. So he + went to work, says she, and hunted through his books and he inquired all + round, and he found out pretty much all about it, and at last he come to + me—it 's my boarder, you know, that says all this—and says he, + Ma'am, says he, if you have any kind of fancy for being a rich woman + you've only got to say so. I didn't know what he meant, and I began to + think, says she, he must be crazy. But he explained it all to me, how I'd + nothing to do but go to court and I could get a sight of property back. + Well, so she went on telling me—there was ever so much more that I + suppose was all plain enough, but I don't remember it all—only I + know my boarder was a good deal worried at first at the thought of taking + money that other people thought was theirs, and the Register he had to + talk to her, and he brought a lawyer and he talked to her, and her friends + they talked to her, and the upshot of it all was that the company agreed + to settle the business by paying her, well, I don't know just how much, + but enough to make her one of the rich folks again. + </p> + <p> + I may as well add here that, as I have since learned, this is one of the + most important cases of releasing right of reentry for condition broken + which has been settled by arbitration for a considerable period. If I am + not mistaken the Register of Deeds will get something more than a new coat + out of this business, for the Lady very justly attributes her change of + fortunes to his sagacity and his activity in following up the hint he had + come across by mere accident. + </p> + <p> + So my supernumerary fellow-boarder, whom I would have dispensed with as a + cumberer of the table, has proved a ministering angel to one of the + personages whom I most cared for. + </p> + <p> + One would have thought that the most scrupulous person need not have + hesitated in asserting an unquestioned legal and equitable claim simply + because it had lain a certain number of years in abeyance. But before the + Lady could make up her mind to accept her good fortune she had been kept + awake many nights in doubt and inward debate whether she should avail + herself of her rights. If it had been private property, so that another + person must be made poor that she should become rich, she would have lived + and died in want rather than claim her own. I do not think any of us would + like to turn out the possessor of a fine estate enjoyed for two or three + generations on the faith of unquestioned ownership by making use of some + old forgotten instrument, which accident had thrown in our way. + </p> + <p> + But it was all nonsense to indulge in any sentiment in a case like this, + where it was not only a right, but a duty which she owed herself and + others in relation with her, to accept what Providence, as it appeared, + had thrust upon her, and when no suffering would be occasioned to anybody. + Common sense told her not to refuse it. So did several of her rich + friends, who remembered about this time that they had not called upon her + for a good while, and among them Mrs. Midas Goldenrod. + </p> + <p> + Never had that lady's carriage stood before the door of our boarding-house + so long, never had it stopped so often, as since the revelation which had + come from the Registry of Deeds. Mrs. Midas Goldenrod was not a bad woman, + but she loved and hated in too exclusive and fastidious a way to allow us + to consider her as representing the highest ideal of womanhood. She hated + narrow ill-ventilated courts, where there was nothing to see if one looked + out of the window but old men in dressing-gowns and old women in caps; she + hated little dark rooms with air-tight stoves in them; she hated rusty + bombazine gowns and last year's bonnets; she hated gloves that were not as + fresh as new-laid eggs, and shoes that had grown bulgy and wrinkled in + service; she hated common crockeryware and teaspoons of slight + constitution; she hated second appearances on the dinner-table; she hated + coarse napkins and table-cloths; she hated to ride in the horsecars; she + hated to walk except for short distances, when she was tired of sitting in + her carriage. She loved with sincere and undisguised affection a spacious + city mansion and a charming country villa, with a seaside cottage for a + couple of months or so; she loved a perfectly appointed household, a cook + who was up to all kinds of salmis and vol-au-vents, a French maid, and a + stylish-looking coachman, and the rest of the people necessary to help one + live in a decent manner; she loved pictures that other people said were + first-rate, and which had at least cost first-rate prices; she loved books + with handsome backs, in showy cases; she loved heavy and richly wought + plate; fine linen and plenty of it; dresses from Paris frequently, and as + many as could be got in without troubling the customhouse; Russia sables + and Venetian point-lace; diamonds, and good big ones; and, speaking + generally, she loved dear things in distinction from cheap ones, the real + article and not the economical substitute. + </p> + <p> + For the life of me I cannot see anything Satanic in all this. Tell me, + Beloved, only between ourselves, if some of these things are not desirable + enough in their way, and if you and I could not make up our minds to put + up with some of the least objectionable of them without any great inward + struggle? Even in the matter of ornaments there is something to be said. + Why should we be told that the New Jerusalem is paved with gold, and that + its twelve gates are each of them a pearl, and that its foundations are + garnished with sapphires and emeralds and all manner of precious stones, + if these are not among the most desirable of objects? And is there + anything very strange in the fact that many a daughter of earth finds it a + sweet foretaste of heaven to wear about her frail earthly tabernacle these + glittering reminders of the celestial city? + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Midas Goldenrod was not so entirely peculiar and anomalous in her + likes and dislikes; the only trouble was that she mixed up these accidents + of life too much with life itself, which is so often serenely or actively + noble and happy without reference to them. She valued persons chiefly + according to their external conditions, and of course the very moment her + relative, the Lady of our breakfast-table, began to find herself in a + streak of sunshine she came forward with a lighted candle to show her + which way her path lay before her. + </p> + <p> + The Lady saw all this, how plainly, how painfully! yet she exercised a + true charity for the weakness of her relative. Sensible people have as + much consideration for the frailties of the rich as for those of the poor. + There is a good deal of excuse for them. Even you and I, philosophers and + philanthropists as we may think ourselves, have a dislike for the enforced + economies, proper and honorable though they certainly are, of those who + are two or three degrees below us in the scale of agreeable living. + </p> + <p> + —These are very worthy persons you have been living with, my dear, + —said Mrs. Midas—[the “My dear” was an expression which had + flowered out more luxuriantly than ever before in the new streak of + sunshine] —eminently respectable parties, I have no question, but + then we shall want you to move as soon as possible to our quarter of the + town, where we can see more of you than we have been able to in this queer + place. + </p> + <p> + It was not very pleasant to listen to this kind of talk, but the Lady + remembered her annual bouquet, and her occasional visits from the rich + lady, and restrained the inclination to remind her of the humble sphere + from which she herself, the rich and patronizing personage, had worked her + way up (if it was up) into that world which she seemed to think was the + only one where a human being could find life worth having. Her cheek + flushed a little, however, as she said to Mrs. Midas that she felt + attached to the place where she had been living so long. She doubted, she + was pleased to say, whether she should find better company in any circle + she was like to move in than she left behind her at our boarding-house. I + give the old Master the credit of this compliment. If one does not agree + with half of what he says, at any rate he always has something to say, and + entertains and lets out opinions and whims and notions of one kind and + another that one can quarrel with if he is out of humor, or carry away to + think about if he happens to be in the receptive mood. + </p> + <p> + But the Lady expressed still more strongly the regret she should feel at + leaving her young friend, our Scheherezade. I cannot wonder at this. The + Young Girl has lost what little playfulness she had in the earlier months + of my acquaintance with her. I often read her stories partly from my + interest in her, and partly because I find merit enough in them to deserve + something, better than the rough handling they got from her coarse-fibred + critic, whoever he was. I see evidence that her thoughts are wandering + from her task, that she has fits of melancholy, and bursts of tremulous + excitement, and that she has as much as she can do to keep herself at all + to her stated, inevitable, and sometimes almost despairing literary labor. + I have had some acquaintance with vital phenomena of this kind, and know + something of the nervous nature of young women and its “magnetic storms,” + if I may borrow an expression from the physicists, to indicate the + perturbations to which they are liable. She is more in need of friendship + and counsel now than ever before, it seems to me, and I cannot bear to + think that the Lady, who has become like a mother to her, is to leave her + to her own guidance. + </p> + <p> + It is plain enough what is at the bottom of this disturbance. The + astronomical lessons she has been taking have become interesting enough to + absorb too much of her thoughts, and she finds them wandering to the stars + or elsewhere, when they should be working quietly in the editor's harness. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady has her own views on this matter which she communicated to me + something as follows: + </p> + <p> + —I don't quite like to tell folks what a lucky place my + boarding-house is, for fear I should have all sorts of people crowding in + to be my boarders for the sake of their chances. Folks come here poor and + they go away rich. Young women come here without a friend in the world, + and the next thing that happens is a gentleman steps up to 'em and says, + “If you'll take me for your pardner for life, I'll give you a good home + and love you ever so much besides”; and off goes my young lady-boarder + into a fine three-story house, as grand as the governor's wife, with + everything to make her comfortable, and a husband to care for her into the + bargain. That's the way it is with the young ladies that comes to board + with me, ever since the gentleman that wrote the first book that + advertised my establishment (and never charged me a cent for it neither) + merried the Schoolma'am. And I think but that's between you and me—that + it 's going to be the same thing right over again between that young + gentleman and this young girl here—if she doos n't kill herself with + writing for them news papers,—it 's too bad they don't pay her more + for writing her stories, for I read one of 'em that made me cry so the + Doctor—my Doctor Benjamin—said, “Ma, what makes your eyes look + so?” and wanted to rig a machine up and look at 'em, but I told him what + the matter was, and that he needn't fix up his peeking contrivances on my + account,—anyhow she's a nice young woman as ever lived, and as + industrious with that pen of hers as if she was at work with a + sewing-machine,—and there ain't much difference, for that matter, + between sewing on shirts and writing on stories,—one way you work + with your foot, and the other way you work with your fingers, but I rather + guess there's more headache in the stories than there is in the stitches, + because you don't have to think quite so hard while your foot's going as + you do when your fingers is at work, scratch, scratch, scratch, scribble, + scribble, scribble. + </p> + <p> + It occurred to me that this last suggestion of the Landlady was worth + considering by the soft-handed, broadcloth-clad spouters to the laboring + classes,—so called in distinction from the idle people who only + contrive the machinery and discover the processes and lay out the work and + draw the charts and organize the various movements which keep the world + going and make it tolerable. The organ-blower works harder with his + muscles, for that matter, than the organ player, and may perhaps be + exasperated into thinking himself a downtrodden martyr because he does not + receive the same pay for his services. + </p> + <p> + I will not pretend that it needed the Landlady's sagacious guess about the + Young Astronomer and his pupil to open my eyes to certain possibilities, + if not probabilities, in that direction. Our Scheherezade kept on writing + her stories according to agreement, so many pages for so many dollars, but + some of her readers began to complain that they could not always follow + her quite so well as in her earlier efforts. It seemed as if she must have + fits of absence. In one instance her heroine began as a blonde and + finished as a brunette; not in consequence of the use of any cosmetic, but + through simple inadvertence. At last it happened in one of her stories + that a prominent character who had been killed in an early page, not + equivocally, but mortally, definitively killed, done for, and disposed of, + reappeared as if nothing had happened towards the close of her narrative. + Her mind was on something else, and she had got two stories mixed up and + sent her manuscript without having looked it over. She told this mishap to + the Lady, as something she was dreadfully ashamed of and could not + possibly account for. It had cost her a sharp note from the publisher, and + would be as good as a dinner to some half-starved Bohemian of the critical + press. + </p> + <p> + The Lady listened to all this very thoughtfully, looking at her with great + tenderness, and said, “My poor child!” Not another word then, but her + silence meant a good deal. + </p> + <p> + When a man holds his tongue it does not signify much. But when a woman + dispenses with the office of that mighty member, when she sheathes her + natural weapon at a trying moment, it means that she trusts to still more + formidable enginery; to tears it may be, a solvent more powerful than that + with which Hannibal softened the Alpine rocks, or to the heaving bosom, + the sight of which has subdued so many stout natures, or, it may be, to a + sympathizing, quieting look which says “Peace, be still!” to the winds and + waves of the little inland ocean, in a language that means more than + speech. + </p> + <p> + While these matters were going on the Master and I had many talks on many + subjects. He had found me a pretty good listener, for I had learned that + the best way of getting at what was worth having from him was to wind him + up with a question and let him run down all of himself. It is easy to turn + a good talker into an insufferable bore by contradicting him, and putting + questions for him to stumble over,—that is, if he is not a bore + already, as “good talkers” are apt to be, except now and then. + </p> + <p> + We had been discussing some knotty points one morning when he said all at + once: + </p> + <p> + —Come into my library with me. I want to read you some new passages + from an interleaved copy of my book. You haven't read the printed part + yet. I gave you a copy of it, but nobody reads a book that is given to + him. Of course not. Nobody but a fool expects him to. He reads a little in + it here and there, perhaps, and he cuts all the leaves if he cares enough + about the writer, who will be sure to call on him some day, and if he is + left alone in his library for five minutes will have hunted every corner + of it until he has found the book he sent,—if it is to be found at + all, which does n't always happen, if there's a penal colony anywhere in a + garret or closet for typographical offenders and vagrants. + </p> + <p> + —What do you do when you receive a book you don't want, from the + author?—said I. + </p> + <p> + —Give him a good-natured adjective or two if I can, and thank him, + and tell him I am lying under a sense of obligation to him. + </p> + <p> + —That is as good an excuse for lying as almost any,—I said. + </p> + <p> + —Yes, but look out for the fellows that send you a copy of their + book to trap you into writing a bookseller's advertisement for it. I got + caught so once, and never heard the end of it and never shall hear it.—He + took down an elegantly bound volume, on opening which appeared a + flourishing and eminently flattering dedication to himself.—There,—said + he, what could I do less than acknowledge such a compliment in polite + terms, and hope and expect the book would prove successful, and so forth + and so forth? Well, I get a letter every few months from some new locality + where the man that made that book is covering the fences with his + placards, asking me whether I wrote that letter which he keeps in + stereotype and has kept so any time these dozen or fifteen years. Animus + tuus oculus, as the freshmen used to say. If her Majesty, the Queen of + England, sends you a copy of her “Leaves from the Journal of Our Life in + the Highlands,” be sure you mark your letter of thanks for it Private! + </p> + <p> + We had got comfortably seated in his library in the mean time, and the + Master had taken up his book. I noticed that every other page was left + blank, and that he had written in a good deal of new matter. + </p> + <p> + —I tell you what,—he said,—there 's so much intelligence + about nowadays in books and newspapers and talk that it's mighty hard to + write without getting something or other worth listening to into your + essay or your volume. The foolishest book is a kind of leaky boat on a sea + of wisdom; some of the wisdom will get in anyhow. Every now and then I + find something in my book that seems so good to me, I can't help thinking + it must have leaked in. I suppose other people discover that it came + through a leak, full as soon as I do. You must write a book or two to find + out how much and how little you know and have to say. Then you must read + some notices of it by somebody that loves you and one or two by somebody + that hates you. You 'll find yourself a very odd piece of property after + you 've been through these experiences. They 're trying to the + constitution; I'm always glad to hear that a friend is as well as can be + expected after he 's had a book. + </p> + <p> + You must n't think there are no better things in these pages of mine than + the ones I'm going to read you, but you may come across something here + that I forgot to say when we were talking over these matters. + </p> + <p> + He began, reading from the manuscript portion of his book: + </p> + <p> + —We find it hard to get and to keep any private property in thought. + Other people are all the time saying the same things we are hoarding to + say when we get ready. [He looked up from his book just here and said, + “Don't be afraid, I am not going to quote Pereant.“] One of our old + boarders—the one that called himself “The Professor” I think it was—said + some pretty audacious things about what he called “pathological piety,” as + I remember, in one of his papers. And here comes along Mr. Galton, and + shows in detail from religious biographies that “there is a frequent + correlation between an unusually devout disposition and a weak + constitution.” Neither of them appeared to know that John Bunyan had got + at the same fact long before them. He tells us, “The more healthy the + lusty man is, the more prone he is unto evil.” If the converse is true, no + wonder that good people, according to Bunyan, are always in trouble and + terror, for he says, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “A Christian man is never long at ease; + When one fright is gone, another doth him seize.” + </pre> + <p> + If invalidism and the nervous timidity which is apt to go with it are + elements of spiritual superiority, it follows that pathology and + toxicology should form a most important part of a theological education, + so that a divine might know how to keep a parish in a state of chronic bad + health in order that it might be virtuous. + </p> + <p> + It is a great mistake to think that a man's religion is going to rid him + of his natural qualities. “Bishop Hall” (as you may remember to have seen + quoted elsewhere) “prefers Nature before Grace in the Election of a wife, + because, saith he, it will be a hard Task, where the Nature is peevish and + froward, for Grace to make an entire conquest while Life lasteth.” + </p> + <p> + “Nature” and “Grace” have been contrasted with each other in a way not + very respectful to the Divine omnipotence. Kings and queens reign “by the + Grace of God,” but a sweet, docile, pious disposition, such as is born in + some children and grows up with them,—that congenital gift which + good Bishop Hall would look for in a wife,—is attributed to + “Nature.” In fact “Nature” and “Grace,” as handled by the scholastics, are + nothing more nor less than two hostile Divinities in the Pantheon of + post-classical polytheism. + </p> + <p> + What is the secret of the profound interest which “Darwinism” has excited + in the minds and hearts of more persons than dare to confess their doubts + and hopes? It is because it restores “Nature” to its place as a true + divine manifestation. It is that it removes the traditional curse from + that helpless infant lying in its mother's arms. It is that it lifts from + the shoulders of man the responsibility for the fact of death. It is that, + if it is true, woman can no longer be taunted with having brought down on + herself the pangs which make her sex a martyrdom. If development upward is + the general law of the race; if we have grown by natural evolution out of + the cave-man, and even less human forms of life, we have everything to + hope from the future. That the question can be discussed without offence + shows that we are entering on a new era, a Revival greater than that of + Letters, the Revival of Humanity. + </p> + <p> + The prevalent view of “Nature” has been akin to that which long reigned + with reference to disease. This used to be considered as a distinct entity + apart from the processes of life, of which it is one of the + manifestations. It was a kind of demon to be attacked with things of + odious taste and smell; to be fumigated out of the system as the evil + spirit was driven from the bridal-chamber in the story of Tobit. The + Doctor of earlier days, even as I can remember him, used to exorcise the + demon of disease with recipes of odor as potent as that of the angel's + diabolifuge,—the smoke from a fish's heart and liver, duly burned,—“the + which smell when the evil spirit had smelled he fled into the uttermost + parts of Egypt.” The very moment that disease passes into the category of + vital processes, and is recognized as an occurrence absolutely necessary, + inevitable, and as one may say, normal under certain given conditions of + constitution and circumstance, the medicine-man loses his half-miraculous + endowments. The mythical serpent is untwined from the staff of Esculapius, + which thenceforth becomes a useful walking-stick, and does not pretend to + be anything more. + </p> + <p> + Sin, like disease, is a vital process. It is a function, and not an + entity. It must be studied as a section of anthropology. No preconceived + idea must be allowed to interfere with our investigation of the deranged + spiritual function, any more than the old ideas of demoniacal possession + must be allowed to interfere with our study of epilepsy. Spiritual + pathology is a proper subject for direct observation and analysis, like + any other subject involving a series of living actions. + </p> + <p> + In these living actions everything is progressive. There are sudden + changes of character in what is called “conversion” which, at first, + hardly seem to come into line with the common laws of evolution. But these + changes have been long preparing, and it is just as much in the order of + nature that certain characters should burst all at once from the rule of + evil propensities, as it is that the evening primrose should explode, as + it were, into bloom with audible sound, as you may read in Keats's + Endymion, or observe in your own garden. + </p> + <p> + There is a continual tendency in men to fence in themselves and a few of + their neighbors who agree with them in their ideas, as if they were an + exception to their race. We must not allow any creed or religion + whatsoever to confiscate to its own private use and benefit the virtues + which belong to our common humanity. The Good Samaritan helped his wounded + neighbor simply because he was a suffering fellow-creature. Do you think + your charitable act is more acceptable than the Good Samaritan's, because + you do it in the name of Him who made the memory of that kind man + immortal? Do you mean that you would not give the cup of cold water for + the sake simply and solely of the poor, suffering fellow-mortal, as + willingly as you now do, professing to give it for the sake of Him who is + not thirsty or in need of any help of yours? We must ask questions like + this, if we are to claim for our common nature what belongs to it. + </p> + <p> + The scientific study of man is the most difficult of all branches of + knowledge. It requires, in the first place, an entire new terminology to + get rid of that enormous load of prejudices with which every term applied + to the malformations, the functional disturbances, and the organic + diseases of the moral nature is at present burdened. Take that one word + Sin, for instance: all those who have studied the subject from nature and + not from books know perfectly well that a certain fraction of what is so + called is nothing more or less than a symptom of hysteria; that another + fraction is the index of a limited degree of insanity; that still another + is the result of a congenital tendency which removes the act we sit in + judgment upon from the sphere of self-determination, if not entirely, at + least to such an extent that the subject of the tendency cannot be judged + by any normal standard. + </p> + <p> + To study nature without fear is possible, but without reproach, + impossible. The man who worships in the temple of knowledge must carry his + arms with him as our Puritan fathers had to do when they gathered in their + first rude meeting-houses. It is a fearful thing to meddle with the ark + which holds the mysteries of creation. I remember that when I was a child + the tradition was whispered round among us little folks that if we tried + to count the stars we should drop down dead. Nevertheless, the stars have + been counted and the astronomer has survived. This nursery legend is the + child's version of those superstitions which would have strangled in their + cradles the young sciences now adolescent and able to take care of + themselves, and which, no longer daring to attack these, are watching with + hostile aspect the rapid growth of the comparatively new science of man. + </p> + <p> + The real difficulty of the student of nature at this time is to reconcile + absolute freedom and perfect fearlessness with that respect for the past, + that reverence, for the spirit of reverence wherever we find it, that + tenderness for the weakest fibres by which the hearts of our + fellow-creatures hold to their religious convictions, which will make the + transition from old belief to a larger light and liberty an interstitial + change and not a violent mutilation. + </p> + <p> + I remember once going into a little church in a small village some miles + from a great European capital. The special object of adoration in this + humblest of places of worship was a bambino, a holy infant, done in wax, + and covered with cheap ornaments such as a little girl would like to + beautify her doll with. Many a good Protestant of the old Puritan type + would have felt a strong impulse to seize this “idolatrous” figure and + dash it to pieces on the stone floor of the little church. But one must + have lived awhile among simple-minded pious Catholics to know what this + poor waxen image and the whole baby-house of bambinos mean for a humble, + unlettered, unimaginative peasantry. He will find that the true office of + this eidolon is to fix the mind of the worshipper, and that in virtue of + the devotional thoughts it has called forth so often for so many years in + the mind of that poor old woman who is kneeling before it, it is no longer + a wax doll for her, but has undergone a transubstantiation quite as real + as that of the Eucharist. The moral is that we must not roughly smash + other people's idols because we know, or think we know, that they are of + cheap human manufacture. + </p> + <p> + —Do you think cheap manufactures encourage idleness?—said I. + </p> + <p> + The Master stared. Well he might, for I had been getting a little drowsy, + and wishing to show that I had been awake and attentive, asked a question + suggested by some words I had caught, but which showed that I had not been + taking the slightest idea from what he was reading me. He stared, shook + his head slowly, smiled good-humoredly, took off his great round + spectacles, and shut up his book. + </p> + <p> + —Sat prates biberunt,—he said. A sick man that gets talking + about himself, a woman that gets talking about her baby, and an author + that begins reading out of his own book, never know when to stop. You'll + think of some of these things you've been getting half asleep over by and + by. I don't want you to believe anything I say; I only want you to try to + see what makes me believe it. + </p> + <p> + My young friend, the Astronomer, has, I suspect, been making some addition + to his manuscript. At any rate some of the lines he read us in the + afternoon of this same day had never enjoyed the benefit of my revision, + and I think they had but just been written. I noticed that his manner was + somewhat more excited than usual, and his voice just towards the close a + little tremulous. Perhaps I may attribute his improvement to the effect of + my criticisms, but whatever the reason, I think these lines are very + nearly as correct as they would have been if I had looked them over. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WIND-CLOUDS AND STAR-DRIFTS. + + VII + + What if a soul redeemed, a spirit that loved + While yet on earth and was beloved in turn, + And still remembered every look and tone + Of that dear earthly sister who was left + Among the unwise virgins at the gate, + Itself admitted with the bridegroom's train, + What if this spirit redeemed, amid the host + Of chanting angels, in some transient lull + Of the eternal anthem, heard the cry + Of its lost darling, whom in evil hour + Some wilder pulse of nature led astray + And left an outcast in a world of fire, + Condemned to be the sport of cruel fiends, + Sleepless, unpitying, masters of the skill + To wring the maddest ecstasies of pain + From worn-out souls that only ask to die, + Would it not long to leave the bliss of Heaven, + Bearing a little water in its hand + To moisten those poor lips that plead in vain + With Him we call our Father? Or is all + So changed in such as taste celestial joy + They hear unmoved the endless wail of woe, + The daughter in the same dear tones that hushed + Her cradled slumbers; she who once had held + A babe upon her bosom from its voice + Hoarse with its cry of anguish, yet the same? + + No! not in ages when the Dreadful Bird + Stamped his huge footprints, and the Fearful Beast + Strode with the flesh about those fossil bones + We build to mimic life with pygmy hands, + Not in those earliest days when men ran wild + And gashed each other with their knives of stone, + When their low foreheads bulged in ridgy brows + And their flat hands were callous in the palm + With walking in the fashion of their sires, + Grope as they might to find a cruel god + To work their will on such as human wrath + Had wrought its worst to torture, and had left + With rage unsated, white and stark and cold, + Could hate have shaped a demon more malign + Than him the dead men mummied in their creed + And taught their trembling children to adore! + Made in his image! Sweet and gracious souls + Dear to my heart by nature's fondest names, + Is not your memory still the precious mould + That lends its form to Him who hears my prayer? + Thus only I behold him, like to them, + Long-suffering, gentle, ever slow to wrath, + If wrath it be that only wounds to heal, + Ready to meet the wanderer ere he reach + The door he seeks, forgetful of his sin, + Longing to clasp him in a father's arms, + And seal his pardon with a pitying tear! + + Four gospels tell their story to mankind, + And none so full of soft, caressing words + That bring the Maid of Bethlehem and her Babe + Before our tear-dimmed eyes, as his who learned + In the meek service of his gracious art + The tones which like the medicinal balms + That calm the sufferer's anguish, soothe our souls. + —Oh that the loving woman, she who sat + So long a listener at her Master's feet, + Had left us Mary's Gospel,—all she heard + Too sweet, too subtle for the ear of man! + Mark how the tender-hearted mothers read + The messages of love between the lines + Of the same page that loads the bitter tongue + Of him who deals in terror as his trade + With threatening words of wrath that scorch like flame! + They tell of angels whispering round the bed + Of the sweet infant smiling in its dream, + Of lambs enfolded in the Shepherd's arms, + Of Him who blessed the children; of the land + Where crystal rivers feed unfading flowers, + Of cities golden-paved with streets of pearl, + Of the white robes the winged creatures wear, + The crowns and harps from whose melodious strings + One long, sweet anthem flows forevermore! + + —We too bad human mothers, even as Thou, + Whom we have learned to worship as remote + From mortal kindred, wast a cradled babe. + The milk of woman filled our branching veins, + She lulled us with her tender nursery-song, + And folded round us her untiring arms, + While the first unremembered twilight year + Shaped us to conscious being; still we feel + Her pulses in our own,—too faintly feel; + Would that the heart of woman warmed our creeds! + + Not from the sad-eyed hermit's lonely cell, + Not from the conclave where the holy men + Glare on each other, as with angry eyes + They battle for God's glory and their own, + Till, sick of wordy strife, a show of hands + Fixes the faith of ages yet unborn, + Ah, not from these the listening soul can hear + The Father's voice that speaks itself divine! + Love must be still our Master; till we learn + What he can teach us of a woman's heart, + We know not His, whose love embraces all. +</pre> + <p> + There are certain nervous conditions peculiar to women in which the common + effects of poetry and of music upon their sensibilities are strangely + exaggerated. It was not perhaps to be wondered at that Octavia fainted + when Virgil in reading from his great poem came to the line beginning Tu + Marcellus eris: It is not hard to believe the story told of one of the two + Davidson sisters, that the singing of some of Moore's plaintive melodies + would so impress her as almost to take away the faculties of sense and + motion. But there must have been some special cause for the singular + nervous state into which this reading threw the young girl, our + Scheherezade. She was doubtless tired with overwork and troubled with the + thought that she was not doing herself justice, and that she was doomed to + be the helpless prey of some of those corbies who not only pick out + corbies' eyes, but find no other diet so nutritious and agreeable. + </p> + <p> + Whatever the cause may have been, her heart heaved tumultuously, her color + came and went, and though she managed to avoid a scene by the exercise of + all her self-control, I watched her very anxiously, for I was afraid she + would have had a hysteric turn, or in one of her pallid moments that she + would have fainted and fallen like one dead before us. + </p> + <p> + I was very glad, therefore, when evening came, to find that she was going + out for a lesson on the stars. I knew the open air was what she needed, + and I thought the walk would do her good, whether she made any new + astronomical acquisitions or not. + </p> + <p> + It was now late in the autumn, and the trees were pretty nearly stripped + of their leaves.—There was no place so favorable as the Common for + the study of the heavens. The skies were brilliant with stars, and the air + was just keen enough to remind our young friends that the cold season was + at hand. They wandered round for a while, and at last found themselves + under the Great Elm, drawn thither, no doubt, by the magnetism it is so + well known to exert over the natives of its own soil and those who have + often been under the shadow of its outstretched arms. The venerable + survivor of its contemporaries that flourished in the days when Blackstone + rode beneath it on his bull was now a good deal broken by age, yet not + without marks of lusty vitality. It had been wrenched and twisted and + battered by so many scores of winters that some of its limbs were crippled + and many of its joints were shaky, and but for the support of the iron + braces that lent their strong sinews to its more infirm members it would + have gone to pieces in the first strenuous northeaster or the first sudden + and violent gale from the southwest. But there it stood, and there it + stands as yet,—though its obituary was long ago written after one of + the terrible storms that tore its branches,—leafing out hopefully in + April as if it were trying in its dumb language to lisp “Our Father,” and + dropping its slender burden of foliage in October as softly as if it were + whispering Amen! + </p> + <p> + Not far from the ancient and monumental tree lay a small sheet of water, + once agile with life and vocal with evening melodies, but now stirred only + by the swallow as he dips his wing, or by the morning bath of the English + sparrows, those high-headed, thick-bodied, full-feeding, hot-tempered + little John Bulls that keep up such a swashing and swabbing and spattering + round all the water basins, one might think from the fuss they make about + it that a bird never took a bath here before, and that they were the + missionaries of ablution to the unwashed Western world. + </p> + <p> + There are those who speak lightly of this small aqueous expanse, the eye + of the sacred enclosure, which has looked unwinking on the happy faces of + so many natives and the curious features of so many strangers. The music + of its twilight minstrels has long ceased, but their memory lingers like + an echo in the name it bears. Cherish it, inhabitants of the two-hilled + city, once three-hilled; ye who have said to the mountain, “Remove hence,” + and turned the sea into dry land! May no contractor fill his pockets by + undertaking to fill thee, thou granite girdled lakelet, or drain the civic + purse by drawing off thy waters! For art thou not the Palladium of our + Troy? Didst thou not, like the Divine image which was the safeguard of + Ilium, fall from the skies, and if the Trojan could look with pride upon + the heaven-descended form of the Goddess of Wisdom, cannot he who dwells + by thy shining oval look in that mirror and contemplate Himself,—the + Native of Boston. + </p> + <p> + There must be some fatality which carries our young men and maidens in the + direction of the Common when they have anything very particular to + exchange their views about. At any rate I remember two of our young + friends brought up here a good many years ago, and I understand that there + is one path across the enclosure which a young man must not ask a young + woman to take with him unless he means business, for an action will hold—for + breach of promise, if she consents to accompany him, and he chooses to + forget his obligations: + </p> + <p> + Our two young people stood at the western edge of the little pool, + studying astronomy in the reflected firmament. The Pleiades were trembling + in the wave before them, and the three great stars of Orion,—for + these constellations were both glittering in the eastern sky. + </p> + <p> + “There is no place too humble for the glories of heaven to shine in,” she + said. + </p> + <p> + “And their splendor makes even this little pool beautiful and noble,” he + answered. “Where is the light to come from that is to do as much for our + poor human lives?” + </p> + <p> + A simple question enough, but the young girl felt her color change as she + answered, “From friendship, I think.” + </p> + <p> + —Grazing only as-yet,—not striking full, hardly hitting at + all,—but there are questions and answers that come so very near, the + wind of them alone almost takes the breath away. + </p> + <p> + There was an interval of silence. Two young persons can stand looking at + water for a long time without feeling the necessity of speaking. + Especially when the water is alive with stars and the young persons are + thoughtful and impressible. The water seems to do half the thinking while + one is looking at it; its movements are felt in the brain very much like + thought. When I was in full training as a flaneur, I could stand on the + Pont Neuf with the other experts in the great science of passive + cerebration and look at the river for half an hour with so little mental + articulation that when I moved on it seemed as if my thinking-marrow had + been asleep and was just waking up refreshed after its nap. + </p> + <p> + So the reader can easily account for the interval of silence. It is hard + to tell how long it would have lasted, but just then a lubberly intrusive + boy threw a great stone, which convulsed the firmament, the one at their + feet, I mean. The six Pleiads disappeared as if in search of their lost + sister; the belt of Orion was broken asunder, and a hundred worlds + dissolved back into chaos. They turned away and strayed off into one of + the more open paths, where the view of the sky over them was unobstructed. + For some reason or other the astronomical lesson did not get on very fast + this evening. + </p> + <p> + Presently the young man asked his pupil: + </p> + <p> + —Do you know what the constellation directly over our heads is? + </p> + <p> + —Is it not Cassiopea?—she asked a little hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + —No, it is Andromeda. You ought not to have forgotten her, for I + remember showing you a double star, the one in her right foot, through the + equatorial telescope. You have not forgotten the double star,—the + two that shone for each other and made a little world by themselves? + </p> + <p> + —No, indeed,—she answered, and blushed, and felt ashamed + because she had said indeed, as if it had been an emotional recollection. + </p> + <p> + The double-star allusion struck another dead silence. She would have given + a week's pay to any invisible attendant that would have cut her stay-lace. + </p> + <p> + At last: Do you know the story of Andromeda? he said. + </p> + <p> + —Perhaps I did once, but suppose I don't remember it. + </p> + <p> + He told her the story of the unfortunate maiden chained to a rock and + waiting for a sea-beast that was coming to devour her, and how Perseus + came and set her free, and won her love with her life. And then he began + something about a young man chained to his rock, which was a star-gazer's + tower, a prey by turns to ambition, and lonely self-contempt and + unwholesome scorn of the life he looked down upon after the serenity of + the firmament, and endless questionings that led him nowhere,—and + now he had only one more question to ask. He loved her. Would she break + his chain?—He held both his hands out towards her, the palms + together, as if they were fettered at the wrists. She took hold of them + very gently; parted them a little; then wider—wider—and found + herself all at once folded, unresisting, in her lover's arms. + </p> + <p> + So there was a new double-star in the living firmament. The constellations + seemed to kindle with new splendors as the student and the story-teller + walked homeward in their light; Alioth and Algol looked down on them as on + the first pair of lovers they shone over, and the autumn air seemed full + of harmonies as when the morning stars sang together. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII + </h2> + <p> + The old Master had asked us, the Young Astronomer and myself, into his + library, to hear him read some passages from his interleaved book. We + three had formed a kind of little club without knowing it from the time + when the young man began reading those extracts from his poetical reveries + which I have reproduced in these pages. Perhaps we agreed in too many + things,—I suppose if we could have had a good hard-headed, + old-fashioned New England divine to meet with us it might have acted as a + wholesome corrective. For we had it all our own way; the Lady's kindly + remonstrance was taken in good part, but did not keep us from talking + pretty freely, and as for the Young Girl, she listened with the + tranquillity and fearlessness which a very simple trusting creed naturally + gives those who hold it. The fewer outworks to the citadel of belief, the + fewer points there are to be threatened and endangered. + </p> + <p> + The reader must not suppose that I even attempt to reproduce everything + exactly as it took place in our conversations, or when we met to listen to + the Master's prose or to the Young Astronomer's verse. I do not pretend to + give all the pauses and interruptions by question or otherwise. I could + not always do it if I tried, but I do not want to, for oftentimes it is + better to let the speaker or reader go on continuously, although there may + have been many breaks in the course of the conversation or reading. When, + for instance, I by and by reproduce what the Landlady said to us, I shall + give it almost without any hint that it was arrested in its flow from time + to time by various expressions on the part of the hearers. + </p> + <p> + I can hardly say what the reason of it was, but it is very certain that I + had a vague sense of some impending event as we took our seats in the + Master's library. He seemed particularly anxious that we should be + comfortably seated, and shook up the cushions of the arm-chairs himself, + and got them into the right places. + </p> + <p> + Now go to sleep—he said—or listen,—just which you like + best. But I am going to begin by telling you both a secret. + </p> + <p> + Liberavi animam meam. That is the meaning of my book and of my literary + life, if I may give such a name to that party-colored shred of human + existence. I have unburdened myself in this book, and in some other pages, + of what I was born to say. Many things that I have said in my ripe days + have been aching in my soul since I was a mere child. I say aching, + because they conflicted with many of my inherited beliefs, or rather + traditions. I did not know then that two strains of blood were striving in + me for the mastery,—two! twenty, perhaps,—twenty thousand, for + aught I know,—but represented to me by two,—paternal and + maternal. Blind forces in themselves; shaping thoughts as they shaped + features and battled for the moulding of constitution and the mingling of + temperament. + </p> + <p> + Philosophy and poetry came—to me before I knew their names. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Je fis mes premiers vers, sans savoir les ecrire. +</pre> + <p> + Not verses so much as the stuff that verses are made of. I don't suppose + that the thoughts which came up of themselves in my mind were so mighty + different from what come up in the minds of other young folks. And that 's + the best reason I could give for telling 'em. I don't believe anything + I've written is as good as it seemed to me when I wrote it,—he + stopped, for he was afraid he was lying,—not much that I 've + written, at any rate,—he said—with a smile at the honesty + which made him qualify his statement. But I do know this: I have struck a + good many chords, first and last, in the consciousness of other people. I + confess to a tender feeling for my little brood of thoughts. When they + have been welcomed and praised it has pleased me, and if at any time they + have been rudely handled and despitefully entreated it has cost me a + little worry. I don't despise reputation, and I should like to be + remembered as having said something worth lasting well enough to last. + </p> + <p> + But all that is nothing to the main comfort I feel as a writer. I have got + rid of something my mind could not keep to itself and rise as it was meant + to into higher regions. I saw the aeronauts the other day emptying from + the bags some of the sand that served as ballast. It glistened a moment in + the sunlight as a slender shower, and then was lost and seen no more as it + scattered itself unnoticed. But the airship rose higher as the sand was + poured out, and so it seems to me I have felt myself getting above the + mists and clouds whenever I have lightened myself of some portion of the + mental ballast I have carried with me. Why should I hope or fear when I + send out my book? I have had my reward, for I have wrought out my thought, + I have said my say, I have freed my soul. I can afford to be forgotten. + </p> + <p> + Look here!—he said. I keep oblivion always before me.—He + pointed to a singularly perfect and beautiful trilobite which was lying on + a pile of manuscripts.—Each time I fill a sheet of paper with what I + am writing, I lay it beneath this relic of a dead world, and project my + thought forward into eternity as far as this extinct crustacean carries it + backward. When my heart beats too lustily with vain hopes of being + remembered, I press the cold fossil against it and it grows calm. I touch + my forehead with it, and its anxious furrows grow smooth. Our world, too, + with all its breathing life, is but a leaf to be folded with the other + strata, and if I am only patient, by and by I shall be just as famous as + imperious Caesar himself, embedded with me in a conglomerate. + </p> + <p> + He began reading:—“There is no new thing under the sun,” said the + Preacher. He would not say so now, if he should come to life for a little + while, and have his photograph taken, and go up in a balloon, and take a + trip by railroad and a voyage by steamship, and get a message from General + Grant by the cable, and see a man's leg cut off without its hurting him. + If it did not take his breath away and lay him out as flat as the Queen of + Sheba was knocked over by the splendors of his court, he must have + rivalled our Indians in the nil admarari line. + </p> + <p> + For all that, it is a strange thing to see what numbers of new things are + really old. There are many modern contrivances that are of as early date + as the first man, if not thousands of centuries older. Everybody knows how + all the arrangements of our telescopes and microscopes are anticipated in + the eye, and how our best musical instruments are surpassed by the larynx. + But there are some very odd things any anatomist can tell, showing how our + recent contrivances are anticipated in the human body. In the alimentary + canal are certain pointed eminences called villi, and certain ridges + called valvuloe conniventes. The makers of heating apparatus have exactly + reproduced the first in the “pot” of their furnaces, and the second in + many of the radiators to be seen in our public buildings. The object in + the body and the heating apparatus is the same; to increase the extent of + surface.—We mix hair with plaster (as the Egyptians mixed straw with + clay to make bricks) so that it shall hold more firmly. But before man had + any artificial dwelling the same contrivance of mixing fibrous threads + with a cohesive substance had been employed in the jointed fabric of his + own spinal column. India-rubber is modern, but the yellow animal substance + which is elastic like that, and serves the same purpose in the animal + economy which that serves in our mechanical contrivances, is as old as the + mammalia. The dome, the round and the Gothic arch, the groined roof, the + flying buttress, are all familiar to those who have studied the bony frame + of man. All forms of the lever and all the principal kinds of hinges are + to be met with in our own frames. The valvular arrangements of the + blood-vessels are unapproached by any artificial apparatus, and the + arrangements for preventing friction are so perfect that two surfaces will + play on each other for fourscore years or more and never once trouble + their owner by catching or rubbing so as to be felt or heard. + </p> + <p> + But stranger than these repetitions are the coincidences one finds in the + manners and speech of antiquity and our own time. In the days when Flood + Ireson was drawn in the cart by the Maenads of Marblehead, that fishing + town had the name of nurturing a young population not over fond of + strangers. It used to be said that if an unknown landsman showed himself + in the streets, the boys would follow after him, crying, “Rock him! Rock + him! He's got a long-tailed coat on!” + </p> + <p> + Now if one opens the Odyssey, he will find that the Phaeacians, three + thousand years ago, were wonderfully like these youthful Marbleheaders. + The blue-eyed Goddess who convoys Ulysses, under the disguise of a young + maiden of the place, gives him some excellent advice. “Hold your tongue,” + she says, “and don't look at anybody or ask any questions, for these are + seafaring people, and don't like to have strangers round or anybody that + does not belong here.” + </p> + <p> + Who would have thought that the saucy question, “Does your mother know + you're out?” was the very same that Horace addressed to the bore who + attacked him in the Via Sacra? + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Interpellandi locus hic erat; Est tibi mater? + Cognati, queis te salvo est opus? +</pre> + <p> + And think of the London cockney's prefix of the letter h to innocent words + beginning with a vowel having its prototype in the speech of the vulgar + Roman, as may be seen in the verses of Catullus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Chommoda dicebat, siquando commoda vellet + Dicere, et hinsidias Arrius insidias. + Et tum mirifice sperabat se esse locutum, + Cum quantum poterat, dixerat hinsidias... + + Hoc misso in Syriam, requierant omnibus aures... + Cum subito affertur nuncius horribilis; + Ionios fluctus, postquam illue Arrius isset, + Jam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios. +</pre> + <p> + —Our neighbors of Manhattan have an excellent jest about our crooked + streets which, if they were a little more familiar with a native author of + unquestionable veracity, they would strike out from the letter of “Our + Boston Correspondent,” where it is a source of perennial hilarity. It is + worth while to reprint, for the benefit of whom it may concern, a + paragraph from the authentic history of the venerable Diedrich + Knickerbocker: + </p> + <p> + “The sage council, as has been mentioned in a preceding chapter, not being + able to determine upon any plan for the building of their city,—the + cows, in a laudable fit of patriotism, took it under their peculiar + charge, and as they went to and from pasture, established paths through + the bushes, on each side of which the good folks built their houses; which + is one cause of the rambling and picturesque turns and labyrinths, which + distinguish certain streets of New York at this very day.” + </p> + <p> + —When I was a little boy there came to stay with us for a while a + young lady with a singularly white complexion. Now I had often seen the + masons slacking lime, and I thought it was the whitest thing I had ever + looked upon. So I always called this fair visitor of ours Slacked Lime. I + think she is still living in a neighboring State, and I am sure she has + never forgotten the fanciful name I gave her. But within ten or a dozen + years I have seen this very same comparison going the round of the papers, + and credited to a Welsh poet, David Ap Gwyllym, or something like that, by + name. + </p> + <p> + —I turned a pretty sentence enough in one of my lectures about + finding poppies springing up amidst the corn; as if it had been foreseen + by nature that wherever there should be hunger that asked for food, there + would be pain that needed relief,—and many years afterwards. I had + the pleasure of finding that Mistress Piozzi had been beforehand with me + in suggesting the same moral reflection. + </p> + <p> + —I should like to carry some of my friends to see a giant bee-hive I + have discovered. Its hum can be heard half a mile, and the great white + swarm counts its tens of thousands. They pretend to call it a + planing-mill, but if it is not a bee-hive it is so like one that if a + hundred people have not said so before me, it is very singular that they + have not. If I wrote verses I would try to bring it in, and I suppose + people would start up in a dozen places, and say, “Oh, that bee-hive + simile is mine,—and besides, did not Mr. Bayard Taylor call the + snowflakes 'white bees'?” + </p> + <p> + I think the old Master had chosen these trivialities on purpose to amuse + the Young Astronomer and myself, if possible, and so make sure of our + keeping awake while he went on reading, as follows: + </p> + <p> + —How the sweet souls of all time strike the same note, the same + because it is in unison with the divine voice that sings to them! I read + in the Zend Avesta, “No earthly man with a hundred-fold strength speaks so + much evil as Mithra with heavenly strength speaks good. No earthly man + with a hundred-fold strength does so much evil as Mithra with heavenly + strength does good.” + </p> + <p> + And now leave Persia and Zoroaster, and come down with me to our own New + England and one of our old Puritan preachers. It was in the dreadful days + of the Salem Witchcraft delusion that one Jonathan Singletary, being then + in the prison at Ipswich, gave his testimony as to certain fearful + occurrences,—a great noise, as of many cats climbing, skipping, and + jumping, of throwing about of furniture, and of men walking in the + chambers, with crackling and shaking as if the house would fall upon him. + </p> + <p> + “I was at present,” he says, “something affrighted; yet considering what I + had lately heard made out by Mr. Mitchel at Cambridge, that there is more + good in God than there is evil in sin, and that although God is the + greatest good and sin the greatest evil, yet the first Being of evil + cannot weave the scales or overpower the first Being of good: so + considering that the authour of good was of greater power than the authour + of evil, God was pleased of his goodness to keep me from being out of + measure frighted.” + </p> + <p> + I shall always bless the memory of this poor, timid creature for saving + that dear remembrance of “Matchless Mitchel.” How many, like him, have + thought they were preaching a new gospel, when they were only reaffirming + the principles which underlie the Magna Charta of humanity, and are common + to the noblest utterances of all the nobler creeds! But spoken by those + solemn lips to those stern, simpleminded hearers, the words I have cited + seem to me to have a fragrance like the precious ointment of spikenard + with which Mary anointed her Master's feet. I can see the little bare + meeting-house, with the godly deacons, and the grave matrons, and the + comely maidens, and the sober manhood of the village, with the small group + of college students sitting by themselves under the shadow of the awful + Presidential Presence, all listening to that preaching, which was, as + Cotton Mather says, “as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant + voice”; and as the holy pastor utters those blessed words, which are not + of any one church or age, but of all time, the humble place of worship is + filled with their perfume, as the house where Mary knelt was filled with + the odor of the precious ointment. + </p> + <p> + —The Master rose, as he finished reading this sentence, and, walking + to the window, adjusted a curtain which he seemed to find a good deal of + trouble in getting to hang just as he wanted it. + </p> + <p> + He came back to his arm-chair, and began reading again + </p> + <p> + —If men would only open their eyes to the fact which stares them in + the face from history, and is made clear enough by the slightest glance at + the condition of mankind, that humanity is of immeasurably greater + importance than their own or any other particular belief, they would no + more attempt to make private property of the grace of God than to fence in + the sunshine for their own special use and enjoyment. + </p> + <p> + We are all tattoed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the + record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man + wholly out of the superstitious fears which were early implanted in his + imagination; no matter how utterly his reason may reject them, he will + still feel as the famous woman did about ghosts, Je n'y crois pas, mais je + les crains,—“I don't believe in them, but I am afraid of them, + nevertheless.” + </p> + <p> + —As people grow older they come at length to live so much in memory + that they often think with a kind of pleasure of losing their dearest + blessings. Nothing can be so perfect while we possess it as it will seem + when remembered. The friend we love best may sometimes weary us by his + presence or vex us by his infirmities. How sweet to think of him as he + will be to us after we have outlived him ten or a dozen years! Then we can + recall him in his best moments, bid him stay with us as long as we want + his company, and send him away when we wish to be alone again. One might + alter Shenstone's well-known epitaph to suit such a case:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Hen! quanto minus est cum to vivo versari + + Quam erit (vel esset) tui mortui reminisse! + + “Alas! how much less the delight of thy living presence + Than will (or would) be that of remembering thee when thou hast + left us!” + </pre> + <p> + I want to stop here—I the Poet—and put in a few reflections of + my own, suggested by what I have been giving the reader from the Master's + Book, and in a similar vein. + </p> + <p> + —How few things there are that do not change their whole aspect in + the course of a single generation! The landscape around us is wholly + different. Even the outlines of the hills that surround us are changed by + the creeping of the villages with their spires and school-houses up their + sides. The sky remains the same, and the ocean. A few old churchyards look + very much as they used to, except, of course, in Boston, where the + gravestones have been rooted up and planted in rows with walks between + them, to the utter disgrace and ruin of our most venerated cemeteries. The + Registry of Deeds and the Probate Office show us the same old folios, + where we can read our grandfather's title to his estate (if we had a + grandfather and he happened to own anything) and see how many pots and + kettles there were in his kitchen by the inventory of his personal + property. + </p> + <p> + Among living people none remain so long unchanged as the actors. I can see + the same Othello to-day, if I choose, that when I was a boy I saw + smothering Mrs. Duff-Desdemona with the pillow, under the instigations of + Mr. Cooper-Iago. A few stone heavier than he was then, no doubt, but the + same truculent blackamoor that took by the thr-r-r-oat the circumcised dog + in Aleppo, and told us about it in the old Boston Theatre. In the course + of a fortnight, if I care to cross the water, I can see Mademoiselle + Dejazet in the same parts I saw her in under Louis Philippe, and be + charmed by the same grace and vivacity which delighted my grandmother (if + she was in Paris, and went to see her in the part of Fanchon toute seule + at the Theatre des Capucines) in the days when the great Napoleon was + still only First Consul. + </p> + <p> + The graveyard and the stage are pretty much the only places where you can + expect to find your friends—as you left them, five and twenty or + fifty years ago. I have noticed, I may add, that old theatre-goers bring + back the past with their stories more vividly than men with any other + experiences. There were two old New-Yorkers that I used to love to sit + talking with about the stage. One was a scholar and a writer of note; a + pleasant old gentleman, with the fresh cheek of an octogenarian Cupid. The + other not less noted in his way, deep in local lore, large-brained, + full-blooded, of somewhat perturbing and tumultuous presence. It was good + to hear them talk of George Frederic Cooke, of Kean, and the lesser stars + of those earlier constellations. Better still to breakfast with old Samuel + Rogers, as some of my readers have done more than once, and hear him + answer to the question who was the best actor he remembered, “I think, on + the whole, Garrick.” + </p> + <p> + If we did but know how to question these charming old people before it is + too late! About ten years, more or less, after the generation in advance + of our own has all died off, it occurs to us all at once, “There! I can + ask my old friend what he knows of that picture, which must be a Copley; + of that house and its legends about which there is such a mystery. He (or + she) must know all about that.” Too late! Too late! + </p> + <p> + Still, now and then one saves a reminiscence that means a good deal by + means of a casual question. I asked the first of those two old New-Yorkers + the following question: “Who, on the whole, seemed to you the most + considerable person you ever met?” + </p> + <p> + Now it must be remembered that this was a man who had lived in a city that + calls itself the metropolis, one who had been a member of the State and + the National Legislature, who had come in contact with men of letters and + men of business, with politicians and members of all the professions, + during a long and distinguished public career. I paused for his answer + with no little curiosity. Would it be one of the great Ex-Presidents whose + names were known to, all the world? Would it be the silver-tongued orator + of Kentucky or the “God-like” champion of the Constitution, our + New-England Jupiter Capitolinus? Who would it be? + </p> + <p> + “Take it altogether,” he answered, very deliberately, “I should say + Colonel Elisha Williams was the most notable personage that I have met + with.” + </p> + <p> + —Colonel Elisha Williams! And who might he be, forsooth? A gentleman + of singular distinction, you may be well assured, even though you are not + familiar with his name; but as I am not writing a biographical dictionary, + I shall leave it to my reader to find out who and what he was. + </p> + <p> + —One would like to live long enough to witness certain things which + will no doubt come to pass by and by. I remember that when one of our good + kindhearted old millionnaires was growing very infirm, his limbs failing + him, and his trunk getting packed with the infirmities which mean that one + is bound on a long journey, he said very simply and sweetly, “I don't care + about living a great deal longer, but I should like to live long enough to + find out how much old (a many-millioned fellow-citizen) is worth.” And + without committing myself on the longevity-question, I confess I should + like to live long enough to see a few things happen that are like to come, + sooner or later. + </p> + <p> + I want to hold the skull of Abraham in my hand. They will go through the + cave of Machpelah at Hebron, I feel sure, in the course of a few + generations at the furthest, and as Dr. Robinson knows of nothing which + should lead us to question the correctness of the tradition which regards + this as the place of sepulture of Abraham and the other patriarchs, there + is no reason why we may not find his mummied body in perfect preservation, + if he was embalmed after the Egyptian fashion. I suppose the tomb of David + will be explored by a commission in due time, and I should like to see the + phrenological developments of that great king and divine singer and + warm-blooded man. If, as seems probable, the anthropological section of + society manages to get round the curse that protects the bones of + Shakespeare, I should like to see the dome which rounded itself over his + imperial brain. Not that I am what is called a phrenologist, but I am + curious as to the physical developments of these fellow-mortals of mine, + and a little in want of a sensation. + </p> + <p> + I should like to live long enough to see the course of the Tiber turned, + and the bottom of the river thoroughly dredged. I wonder if they would + find the seven-branched golden candlestick brought from Jerusalem by + Titus, and said to have been dropped from the Milvian bridge. I have often + thought of going fishing for it some year when I wanted a vacation, as + some of my friends used to go to Ireland to fish for salmon. There was an + attempt of that kind, I think, a few years ago. + </p> + <p> + We all know how it looks well enough, from the figure of it on the Arch of + Titus, but I should like to “heft” it in my own hand, and carry it home + and shine it up (excuse my colloquialisms), and sit down and look at it, + and think and think and think until the Temple of Solomon built up its + walls of hewn stone and its roofs of cedar around me as noiselessly as + when it rose, and “there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron + heard in the house while it was in building.” + </p> + <p> + All this, you will remember, Beloved, is a digression on my own account, + and I return to the old Master whom I left smiling at his own alteration + of Shenstone's celebrated inscription. He now begin reading again: + </p> + <p> + —I want it to be understood that I consider that a certain number of + persons are at liberty to dislike me peremptorily, without showing cause, + and that they give no offence whatever in so doing. + </p> + <p> + If I did not cheerfully acquiesce in this sentiment towards myself on the + part of others, I should not feel at liberty to indulge my own aversions. + I try to cultivate a Christian feeling to all my fellow-creatures, but + inasmuch as I must also respect truth and honesty, I confess to myself a + certain number of inalienable dislikes and prejudices, some of which may + possibly be shared by others. Some of these are purely instinctive, for + others I can assign a reason. Our likes and dislikes play so important a + part in the Order of Things that it is well to see on what they are + founded. + </p> + <p> + There are persons I meet occasionally who are too intelligent by half for + my liking. They know my thoughts beforehand, and tell me what I was going + to say. Of course they are masters of all my knowledge, and a good deal + besides; have read all the books I have read, and in later editions; have + had all the experiences I have been through, and more-too. In my private + opinion every mother's son of them will lie at any time rather than + confess ignorance. + </p> + <p> + —I have a kind of dread, rather than hatred, of persons with a large + excess of vitality; great feeders, great laughers, great story-tellers, + who come sweeping over their company with a huge tidal wave of animal + spirits and boisterous merriment. I have pretty good spirits myself, and + enjoy a little mild pleasantry, but I am oppressed and extinguished by + these great lusty, noisy creatures,—and feel as if I were a mute at + a funeral when they get into full blast. + </p> + <p> + —I cannot get along much better with those drooping, languid people, + whose vitality falls short as much as that of the others is in excess. I + have not life enough for two; I wish I had. It is not very enlivening to + meet a fellow-creature whose expression and accents say, “You are the hair + that breaks the camel's back of my endurance, you are the last drop that + makes my cup of woe run over”; persons whose heads drop on one side like + those of toothless infants, whose voices recall the tones in which our old + snuffling choir used to wail out the verses of: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Life is the time to serve the Lord.” + </pre> + <p> + —There is another style which does not captivate me. I recognize an + attempt at the grand manner now and then, in persons who are well enough + in their way, but of no particular importance, socially or otherwise. Some + family tradition of wealth or distinction is apt to be at the bottom of + it, and it survives all the advantages that used to set it off. I like + family pride as well as my neighbors, and respect the high-born + fellow-citizen whose progenitors have not worked in their shirt-sleeves + for the last two generations full as much as I ought to. But grand pere + oblige; a person with a known grandfather is too distinguished to find it + necessary to put on airs. The few Royal Princes I have happened to know + were very easy people to get along with, and had not half the social + knee-action I have often seen in the collapsed dowagers who lifted their + eyebrows at me in my earlier years. + </p> + <p> + —My heart does not warm as it should do towards the persons, not + intimates, who are always too glad to see me when we meet by accident, and + discover all at once that they have a vast deal to unbosom themselves of + to me. + </p> + <p> + —There is one blameless person whom I cannot love and have no excuse + for hating. It is the innocent fellow-creature, otherwise inoffensive to + me, whom I find I have involuntarily joined on turning a corner. I suppose + the Mississippi, which was flowing quietly along, minding its own + business, hates the Missouri for coming into it all at once with its muddy + stream. I suppose the Missouri in like manner hates the Mississippi for + diluting with its limpid, but insipid current the rich reminiscences of + the varied soils through which its own stream has wandered. I will not + compare myself, to the clear or the turbid current, but I will own that my + heart sinks when I find all of a sudden I am in for a corner confluence, + and I cease loving my neighbor as myself until I can get away from him. + </p> + <p> + —These antipathies are at least weaknesses; they may be sins in the + eye of the Recording Angel. I often reproach myself with my wrong-doings. + I should like sometimes to thank Heaven for saving me from some kinds of + transgression, and even for granting me some qualities that if I dared I + should be disposed to call virtues. I should do so, I suppose, if I did + not remember the story of the Pharisee. That ought not to hinder me. The + parable was told to illustrate a single virtue, humility, and the most + unwarranted inferences have been drawn from it as to the whole character + of the two parties. It seems not at all unlikely, but rather probable, + that the Pharisee was a fairer dealer, a better husband, and a more + charitable person than the Publican, whose name has come down to us + “linked with one virtue,” but who may have been guilty, for aught that + appears to the contrary, of “a thousand crimes.” Remember how we limit the + application of other parables. The lord, it will be recollected, commended + the unjust steward because he had done wisely. His shrewdness was held up + as an example, but after all he was a miserable swindler, and deserved the + state-prison as much as many of our financial operators. The parable of + the Pharisee and the Publican is a perpetual warning against spiritual + pride. But it must not frighten any one of us out of being thankful that + he is not, like this or that neighbor, under bondage to strong drink or + opium, that he is not an Erie-Railroad Manager, and that his head rests in + virtuous calm on his own pillow. If he prays in the morning to be kept out + of temptation as well as for his daily bread, shall he not return thanks + at night that he has not fallen into sin as well as that his stomach has + been filled? I do not think the poor Pharisee has ever had fair play, and + I am afraid a good many people sin with the comforting, half-latent + intention of smiting their breasts afterwards and repeating the prayer of + the Publican. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + (Sensation.) +</pre> + <p> + This little movement which I have thus indicated seemed to give the Master + new confidence in his audience. He turned over several pages until he came + to a part of the interleaved volume where we could all see he had written + in a passage of new matter in red ink as of special interest. + </p> + <p> + —I told you, he said, in Latin, and I repeat it in English, that I + have freed my soul in these pages,—I have spoken my mind. I have + read you a few extracts, most of them of rather slight texture, and some + of them, you perhaps thought, whimsical. But I meant, if I thought you + were in the right mood for listening to it, to read you some paragraphs + which give in small compass the pith, the marrow, of all that my + experience has taught me. Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently + contagious one. I took it early, as we all do, and have treated it all + along with the best palliatives I could get hold of, inasmuch as I could + find no radical cure for its evils, and have so far managed to keep pretty + comfortable under it. + </p> + <p> + It is a great thing for a man to put the whole meaning of his life into a + few paragraphs, if he does it so that others can make anything out of it. + If he conveys his wisdom after the fashion of the old alchemists, he may + as well let it alone. He must talk in very plain words, and that is what I + have done. You want to know what a certain number of scores of years have + taught me that I think best worth telling. If I had half a dozen square + inches of paper, and one penful of ink, and five minutes to use them in + for the instruction of those who come after me, what should I put down in + writing? That is the question. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps I should be wiser if I refused to attempt any such brief statement + of the most valuable lesson that life has taught me. I am by no means sure + that I had not better draw my pen through the page that holds the + quintessence of my vital experiences, and leave those who wish to know + what it is to distil to themselves from my many printed pages. But I have + excited your curiosity, and I see that you are impatient to hear what the + wisdom, or the folly, it may be, of a life shows for, when it is crowded + into a few lines as the fragrance of a gardenful of roses is concentrated + in a few drops of perfume. + </p> + <p> + —By this time I confess I was myself a little excited. What was he + going to tell us? The Young Astronomer looked upon him with an eye as + clear and steady and brilliant as the evening star, but I could see that + he too was a little nervous, wondering what would come next. + </p> + <p> + The old Master adjusted his large round spectacles, and began: + </p> + <p> + —It has cost me fifty years to find my place in the Order of Things. + I had explored all the sciences; I had studied the literature of all ages; + I had travelled in many lands; I had learned how to follow the working of + thought in men and of sentiment and instinct in women. I had examined for + myself all the religions that could make out any claim for themselves. I + had fasted and prayed with the monks of a lonely convent; I had mingled + with the crowds that shouted glory at camp-meetings; I had listened to the + threats of Calvinists and the promises of Universalists; I had been a + devout attendant on a Jewish Synagogue; I was in correspondence with an + intelligent Buddhist; and I met frequently with the inner circle of + Rationalists, who believed in the persistence of Force, and the identity + of alimentary substances with virtue, and were reconstructing the universe + on this basis, with absolute exclusion of all Supernumeraries. In these + pursuits I had passed the larger part of my half-century of existence, as + yet with little satisfaction. It was on the morning of my fiftieth + birthday that the solution of the great problem I had sought so long came + to me as a simple formula, with a few grand but obvious inferences. I will + repeat the substance of this final intuition: + </p> + <p> + The one central fact an the Order of Things which solves all questions is: + </p> + <p> + At this moment we were interrupted by a knock at the Master's door. It was + most inopportune, for he was on the point of the great disclosure, but + common politeness compelled him to answer it, and as the step which we had + heard was that of one of the softer-footed sex, he chose to rise from his + chair and admit his visitor. + </p> + <p> + This visitor was our Landlady. She was dressed with more than usual + nicety, and her countenance showed clearly that she came charged with an + important communication. + </p> + <p> + —I did n't low there was company with you, said the Landlady,—but + it's jest as well. I've got something to tell my boarders that I don't + want to tell them, and if I must do it, I may as well tell you all at once + as one to a time. I 'm agoing to give up keeping boarders at the end of + this year,—I mean come the end of December. + </p> + <p> + She took out a white handkerchief, at hand in expectation of what was to + happen, and pressed it to her eyes. There was an interval of silence. The + Master closed his book and laid it on the table. The Young Astronomer did + not look as much surprised as I should have expected. I was completely + taken aback,—I had not thought of such a sudden breaking up of our + little circle. + </p> + <p> + When the Landlady had recovered her composure, she began again: + </p> + <p> + The Lady that's been so long with me is going to a house of her own, + —one she has bought back again, for it used to belong to her folks. + It's a beautiful house, and the sun shines in at the front windows all day + long. She's going to be wealthy again, but it doos n't make any difference + in her ways. I've had boarders complain when I was doing as well as I + knowed how for them, but I never heerd a word from her that wasn't as + pleasant as if she'd been talking to the Governor's lady. I've knowed what + it was to have women-boarders that find fault,—there's some of 'em + would quarrel with me and everybody at my table; they would quarrel with + the Angel Gabriel if he lived in the house with 'em, and scold at him and + tell him he was always dropping his feathers round, if they could n't find + anything else to bring up against him. + </p> + <p> + Two other boarders of mine has given me notice that they was expecting to + leave come the first of January. I could fill up their places easy enough, + for ever since that first book was wrote that called people's attention to + my boarding-house, I've had more wanting to come than I wanted to keep. + </p> + <p> + But I'm getting along in life, and I ain't quite so rugged as I used to + be. My daughter is well settled and my son is making his own living. I've + done a good deal of hard work in my time, and I feel as if I had a right + to a little rest. There's nobody knows what a woman that has the charge of + a family goes through, but God Almighty that made her. I've done my best + for them that I loved, and for them that was under my roof. My husband and + my children was well cared for when they lived, and he and them little + ones that I buried has white marble head-stones and foot-stones, and an + iron fence round the lot, and a place left for me betwixt him and the.... + </p> + <p> + Some has always been good to me,—some has made it a little of a + strain to me to get along. When a woman's back aches with overworking + herself to keep her house in shape, and a dozen mouths are opening at her + three times a day, like them little young birds that split their heads + open so you can a'most see into their empty stomachs, and one wants this + and another wants that, and provisions is dear and rent is high, and + nobody to look to,—then a sharp word cuts, I tell you, and a hard + look goes right to your heart. I've seen a boarder make a face at what I + set before him, when I had tried to suit him jest as well as I knew how, + and I haven't cared to eat a thing myself all the rest of that day, and + I've laid awake without a wink of sleep all night. And then when you come + down the next morning all the boarders stare at you and wonder what makes + you so low-spirited, and why you don't look as happy and talk as cheerful + as one of them rich ladies that has dinner-parties, where they've nothing + to do but give a few orders, and somebody comes and cooks their dinner, + and somebody else comes and puts flowers on the table, and a lot of men + dressed up like ministers come and wait on everybody, as attentive as + undertakers at a funeral. + </p> + <p> + And that reminds me to tell you that I'm agoing to live with my daughter. + Her husband's a very nice man, and when he isn't following a corpse, he's + as good company as if he was a member of the city council. My son, he's + agoing into business with the old Doctor he studied with, and he's agoing + to board with me at my daughter's for a while,—I suppose he'll be + getting a wife before long. [This with a pointed look at our young friend, + the Astronomer.] + </p> + <p> + It is n't but a little while longer that we are going to be together, and + I want to say to you gentlemen, as I mean to say to the others and as I + have said to our two ladies, that I feel more obligated to, you for the + way you 've treated me than I know very well how to put into words. + Boarders sometimes expect too much of the ladies that provides for them. + Some days the meals are better than other days; it can't help being so. + Sometimes the provision-market is n't well supplied, sometimes the fire in + the cooking-stove does n't burn so well as it does other days; sometimes + the cook is n't so lucky as she might be. And there is boarders who is + always laying in wait for the days when the meals is not quite so good as + they commonly be, to pick a quarrel with the one that is trying to serve + them so as that they shall be satisfied. But you've all been good and kind + to me. I suppose I'm not quite so spry and quick-sighted as I was a dozen + years ago, when my boarder wrote that first book so many have asked me + about. But—now I'm going to stop taking boarders. I don't believe + you'll think much about what I did n't do,—because I couldn't,—but + remember that at any rate I tried honestly to serve you. I hope God will + bless all that set at my table, old and young, rich and poor, merried and + single, and single that hopes soon to be merried. My husband that's dead + and gone always believed that we all get to heaven sooner or later,—and + sence I've grown older and buried so many that I've loved I've come to + feel that perhaps I should meet all of them that I've known here—or + at least as many of 'em as I wanted to—in a better world. And though + I don't calculate there is any boarding-houses in heaven, I hope I shall + some time or other meet them that has set round my table one year after + another, all together, where there is no fault-finding with the food and + no occasion for it,—and if I do meet them and you there—or + anywhere,—if there is anything I can do for you.... + </p> + <p> + .... Poor dear soul! Her ideas had got a little mixed, and her heart was + overflowing, and the white handkerchief closed the scene with its timely + and greatly needed service. + </p> + <p> + —What a pity, I have often thought, that she came in just at that + precise moment! For the old Master was on the point of telling us, and + through one of us the reading world,—I mean that fraction of it + which has reached this point of the record,—at any rate, of telling + you, Beloved, through my pen, his solution of a great problem we all have + to deal with. We were some weeks longer together, but he never offered to + continue his reading. At length I ventured to give him a hint that our + young friend and myself would both of us be greatly gratified if he would + begin reading from his unpublished page where he had left off. + </p> + <p> + —No, sir,—he said,—better not, better not. That which + means so much to me, the writer, might be a disappointment, or at least a + puzzle, to you, the listener. Besides, if you'll take my printed book and + be at the trouble of thinking over what it says, and put that with what + you've heard me say, and then make those comments and reflections which + will be suggested to a mind in so many respects like mine as is your own,—excuse + my good opinion of myself. + </p> + <p> + (It is a high compliment to me, I replied) you will perhaps find you have + the elements of the formula and its consequences which I was about to read + you. It's quite as well to crack your own filberts as to borrow the use of + other people's teeth. I think we will wait awhile before we pour out the + Elixir Vitae. + </p> + <p> + —To tell the honest truth, I suspect the Master has found out that + his formula does not hold water quite so perfectly as he was thinking, so + long as he kept it to himself, and never thought of imparting it to + anybody else. The very minute a thought is threatened with publicity it + seems to shrink towards mediocrity, as I have noticed that a great + pumpkin, the wonder of a village, seemed to lose at least a third of its + dimensions between the field where it grew and the cattle-show fair-table, + where it took its place with other enormous pumpkins from other wondering + villages. But however that maybe, I shall always regret that I had not the + opportunity of judging for myself how completely the Master's formula, + which, for him, at least, seemed to have solved the great problem, would + have accomplished that desirable end for me. + </p> + <p> + The Landlady's announcement of her intention to give up keeping boarders + was heard with regret by all who met around her table. The Member of the + Haouse inquired of me whether I could tell him if the Lamb Tahvern was + kept well abaout these times. He knew that members from his place used to + stop there, but he hadn't heerd much abaout it of late years. I had to + inform him that that fold of rural innocence had long ceased offering its + hospitalities to the legislative, flock. He found refuge at last, I have + learned, in a great public house in the northern section of the city, + where, as he said, the folks all went up stairs in a rat-trap, and the + last I heard of him was looking out of his somewhat elevated attic-window + in a northwesterly direction in hopes that he might perhaps get a sight of + the Grand Monadnock, a mountain in New Hampshire which I have myself seen + from the top of Bunker Hill Monument. + </p> + <p> + The Member of the Haouse seems to have been more in a hurry to find a new + resting-place than the other boarders. By the first of January, however, + our whole company was scattered, never to meet again around the board + where we had been so long together. + </p> + <p> + The Lady moved to the house where she had passed many of her prosperous + years. It had been occupied by a rich family who had taken it nearly as it + stood, and as the pictures had been dusted regularly, and the books had + never been handled, she found everything in many respects as she had left + it, and in some points improved, for the rich people did not know what + else to do, and so they spent money without stint on their house and its + adornments, by all of which she could not help profiting. I do not choose + to give the street and number of the house where she lives, but a-great + many poor people know very well where it is, and as a matter of course the + rich ones roll up to her door in their carriages by the dozen every fine + Monday while anybody is in town. + </p> + <p> + It is whispered that our two young folks are to be married before another + season, and that the Lady has asked them to come and stay with her for a + while. Our Scheherezade is to write no more stories. It is astonishing to + see what a change for the better in her aspect a few weeks of brain-rest + and heart's ease have wrought in her. I doubt very much whether she ever + returns to literary labor. The work itself was almost heart-breaking, but + the effect upon her of the sneers and cynical insolences of the literary + rough who came at her in mask and brass knuckles was to give her what I + fear will be a lifelong disgust against any writing for the public, + especially in any of the periodicals. I am not sorry that she should stop + writing, but I am sorry that she should have been silenced in such a rude + way. I doubt, too, whether the Young Astronomer will pass the rest of his + life in hunting for comets and planets. I think he has found an attraction + that will call him down from the celestial luminaries to a light not less + pure and far less remote. And I am inclined to believe that the best + answer to many of those questions which have haunted him and found + expression in his verse will be reached by a very different channel from + that of lonely contemplation, the duties, the cares, the responsible + realities of a life drawn out of itself by the power of newly awakened + instincts and affections. The double star was prophetic,—I thought + it would be. + </p> + <p> + The Register of Deeds is understood to have been very handsomely treated + by the boarder who owes her good fortune to his sagacity and activity. He + has engaged apartments at a very genteel boarding-house not far from the + one where we have all been living. The Salesman found it a simple matter + to transfer himself to an establishment over the way; he had very little + to move, and required very small accommodations. + </p> + <p> + The Capitalist, however, seems to have felt it impossible to move without + ridding himself of a part at—least of his encumbrances. The + community was startled by the announcement that a citizen who did not wish + his name to be known had made a free gift of a large sum of money—it + was in tens of thousands—to an institution of long standing and high + character in the city of which he was a quiet resident. The source of such + a gift could not long be kept secret. It, was our economical, not to say + parsimonious Capitalist who had done this noble act, and the poor man had + to skulk through back streets and keep out of sight, as if he were a show + character in a travelling caravan, to avoid the acknowledgments of his + liberality, which met him on every hand and put him fairly out of + countenance. + </p> + <p> + That Boy has gone, in virtue of a special invitation, to make a visit of + indefinite length at the house of the father of the older boy, whom we + know by the name of Johnny. Of course he is having a good time, for + Johnny's father is full of fun, and tells first-rate stories, and if + neither of the boys gets his brains kicked out by the pony, or blows + himself up with gunpowder, or breaks through the ice and gets drowned, + they will have a fine time of it this winter. + </p> + <p> + The Scarabee could not bear to remove his collections, and the old Master + was equally unwilling to disturb his books. It was arranged, therefore, + that they should keep their apartments until the new tenant should come + into the house, when, if they were satisfied with her management, they + would continue as her boarders. + </p> + <p> + The last time I saw the Scarabee he was still at work on the meloe + question. He expressed himself very pleasantly towards all of us, his + fellow-boarders, and spoke of the kindness and consideration with which + the Landlady had treated him when he had been straitened at times for want + of means. Especially he seemed to be interested in our young couple who + were soon to be united. His tired old eyes glistened as he asked about + them,—could it be that their little romance recalled some early + vision of his own? However that may be, he got up presently and went to a + little box in which, as he said, he kept some choice specimens. He brought + to me in his hand something which glittered. It was an exquisite diamond + beetle. + </p> + <p> + —If you could get that to her,—he said,—they tell me + that ladies sometimes wear them in their hair. If they are out of fashion, + she can keep it till after they're married, and then perhaps after a while + there may be—you know—you know what I mean—there may be + larvae, that 's what I 'm thinking there may be, and they 'll like to look + at it. + </p> + <p> + —As he got out the word larvae, a faint sense of the ridiculous + seemed to take hold of the Scarabee, and for the first and only time + during my acquaintance with him a slight attempt at a smile showed itself + on his features. It was barely perceptible and gone almost as soon as + seen, yet I am pleased to put it on record that on one occasion at least + in his life the Scarabee smiled. + </p> + <p> + The old Master keeps adding notes and reflections and new suggestions to + his interleaved volume, but I doubt if he ever gives them to the public. + The study he has proposed to himself does not grow easier the longer it is + pursued. The whole Order of Things can hardly be completely unravelled in + any single person's lifetime, and I suspect he will have to adjourn the + final stage of his investigations to that more luminous realm where the + Landlady hopes to rejoin the company of boarders who are nevermore to meet + around her cheerful and well-ordered table. + </p> + <p> + The curtain has now fallen, and I show myself a moment before it to thank + my audience and say farewell. The second comer is commonly less welcome + than the first, and the third makes but a rash venture. I hope I have not + wholly disappointed those who have been so kind to my predecessors. + </p> + <p> + To you, Beloved, who have never failed to cut the leaves which hold my + record, who have never nodded over its pages, who have never hesitated in + your allegiance, who have greeted me with unfailing smiles and part from + me with unfeigned regrets, to you I look my last adieu as I bow myself out + of sight, trusting my poor efforts to your always kind remembrance. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + EPILOGUE TO THE BREAKFAST-TABLE SERIES + + AUTOCRAT—PROFESSOR—POET. + + AT A BOOKSTORE. + + Anno Domini 1972. + + A crazy bookcase, placed before + A low-price dealer's open door; + Therein arrayed in broken rows + A ragged crew of rhyme and prose, + The homeless vagrants, waifs and strays + Whose low estate this line betrays + (Set forth the lesser birds to lime) + YOUR CHOICE AMONG THESE BOOKS, 1 DIME! + + Ho! dealer; for its motto's sake + This scarecrow from the shelf I take; + Three starveling volumes bound in one, + Its covers warping in the sun. + Methinks it hath a musty smell, + I like its flavor none too well, + But Yorick's brain was far from dull, + Though Hamlet pah!'d, and dropped his skull. + + Why, here comes rain! The sky grows dark, + —Was that the roll of thunder? Hark! + The shop affords a safe retreat, + A chair extends its welcome seat, + The tradesman has a civil look + (I've paid, impromptu, for my book), + The clouds portend a sudden shower, + I'll read my purchase for an hour. + + .............. + + What have I rescued from the shelf? + A Boswell, writing out himself! + For though he changes dress and name, + The man beneath is still the same, + Laughing or sad, by fits and starts, + One actor in a dozen parts, + And whatsoe'er the mask may be, + The voice assures us, This is he. + + I say not this to cry him clown; + I find my Shakespeare in his clown, + His rogues the self-same parent own; + Nay! Satan talks in Milton's tone! + Where'er the ocean inlet strays, + The salt sea wave its source betrays, + Where'er the queen of summer blows, + She tells the zephyr, “I'm the rose!” + + And his is not the playwright's page; + His table does not ape the stage; + What matter if the figures seen + Are only shadows on a screen, + He finds in them his lurking thought, + And on their lips the words he sought, + Like one who sits before the keys + And plays a tune himself to please. + + And was he noted in his day? + Read, flattered, honored? Who shall say? + Poor wreck of time the wave has cast + To find a peaceful shore at last, + Once glorying in thy gilded name + And freighted deep with hopes of fame, + Thy leaf is moistened with a tear, + The first for many a long, long year! + + For be it more or less of art + That veils the lowliest human heart + Where passion throbs, where friendship glows, + Where pity's tender tribute flows, + Where love has lit its fragrant fire, + And sorrow quenched its vain desire, + For me the altar is divine, + Its flame, its ashes,—all are mine! + + And thou, my brother, as I look + And see thee pictured in thy book, + Thy years on every page confessed + In shadows lengthening from the west, + Thy glance that wanders, as it sought + Some freshly opening flower of thought, + Thy hopeful nature, light and free, + I start to find myself in thee! + + Come, vagrant, outcast, wretch forlorn + In leather jerkin stained and torn, + Whose talk has filled my idle hour + And made me half forget the shower, + I'll do at least as much for you, + Your coat I'll patch, your gilt renew, + Read you,—perhaps,—some other time. + Not bad, my bargain! Price one dime! + Not bad, my bargain! Price one dime! +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Poet at the Breakfast Table +by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE *** + +***** This file should be named 2666-h.htm or 2666-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/6/6/2666/ + +Produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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