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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +Etext prepared for Gutenberg by David Widger, widger@cecomet.net + + + + + +The Poet at the Breakfast Table + +by Oliver Wendell Holmes + + + + +PREFACE. + +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. + +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. + +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 be descended by day from his midnight home in the firmament. + +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. + +December, 1882. + + + + + + + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +BEVERLY FARMS, MASS., August 1, 1891. + +O. W. H. + + + + + + + + THE POET + + AT THE + + BREAKFAST-TABLE. + + +I + +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. + +--You don't know what your thoughts are going to be beforehand? said +the "Member of the Haouse," as he calls himself. + +--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. + +--The Member's eyes began to look heavy. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +There was nothing very surprising, therefore, in his asking a +question not very closely related to what had gone before. + +--Do you think they mean business? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--The Member was wide awake by this time. + +--I don't seem to remember of them partickler phrases, he said. + +--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. + +--It ain't jest the thing to grease your ex with ile o' vitrul, said +the Member. + +--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? + +--You can't go agin human natur', said the Member + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--I wonder if anything like this ever happened. +Author writing, +jacks?" + + "To be, or not to be: that is the question + Whether 't is nobl " + +--"William, shall we have pudding to-day, or flapjacks?" + +--"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." + +--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." + +William--writing once more--after an exclamation in strong English of +the older pattern,-- + + "Whether 't is nobler--nobler--nobler + +To do what? O these women! these women! to have puddings or +flapjacks! Oh!-- + + Whether 't is nobler--in the mind--to suffer + The slings--and arrows--of + +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." + + +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. + + + + THE GAMBREL-ROOFED HOUSE AND ITS OUTLOOK. + + A PANORAMA, WITH SIDE-SHOWS. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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: + E PE + +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.) + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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: + +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. + +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. + +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: + +"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? + +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. + +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. + +The rooms of the second story, the chambers of birth and death, are +sacred to silent memories. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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! + + + + +II + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--A pretty wide subject,--I ventured to suggest. + +--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. + +--I rather like that,--I said. I think your telescopic people are, +on the whole, more satisfactory than your microscopic ones. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + + +--Is it dark meat or white meat you will be helped to?--said the +Landlady, addressing the Master. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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,-- + +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. + +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. + + +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-- + +--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:-- + + Aigle pamphanoosa di' aitheros ouranon ike! + +as if he should have spoken in our poorer phrase of + + + Splendor far shining through ether to heaven ascending. + +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." + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--How do you think the vote is likely to go tomorrow?--I said. + +--It isn't to-morrow,--he answered,--it 's next month. + +--Next month!--said I.---Why, what election do you mean? + +--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. + +--I suppose you are an entomologist?--I said with a note of +interrogation. + +-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. + +--May I venture to ask,--I said, a little awed by his statement and +manner,--what is your special province of study? + +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. + +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. + +The old Master, who is a bachelor, has a kindly feeling for this +little monkey, and those of his kind. + +--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. + +--Baby's fingers,--I intercalated. + +-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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +>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. + +--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. + +--And how did the Lady receive these valuable and useful gifts? + +--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-- + +The sentence plunged into the gulf of her great remembered sorrow, +and was lost to the records of humanity. + +--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. + +---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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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. + + +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. + + + + 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! + + + + +III + +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 + +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!" + +--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. + +I must consult somebody, and it is nothing more than fair to give our +young Doctor a chance. Here goes for Dr. Benjamin Franklin. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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! + +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. + +--The color reminds me,--said Dr. B. Franklin,--of what I have seen +in a case of Addison's Disease, Morbus Addisonii. + +--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. + +--Temperance people are subject to it!--exclaimed Dr. Benjamin, +almost exultingly, I thought. + +--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.] + +--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. + +---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. + +--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? + +[--My case! O dear!] May I ask if any vital organ is commonly +involved in this interesting complaint?--I said, faintly. + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + + +--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. + +--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. + + +--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? + +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. + +--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. + +--Good,--said the Master, and laughed a hearty terrestrial laugh. + +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! + +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. + +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? + +That Boy.---You bet! Give me a stick and see if I don't. + +And can you tell me why you like candy? + +That Boy.--Because I do. + +--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-- + +That Boy (thinking he was still being catechised).--Because they do. + +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. + +--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? + +--If you like your breakfast you must n't ask the cook too many +questions,--I answered. + +--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? + +--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. + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--Will you go, if we make up a party?--I asked the Master. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--Oh, indeed,--said I,--and may I venture to ask on what particular +point you are engaged just at present? + +-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. + +[--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.] + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--So I went into the Scarabee's parlor, lodging-room, study, +laboratory, and museum,--a--single apartment applied to these various +uses, you understand. + +--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! + +--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! + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--The Scarabee did not smile; he took no interest in trivial matters +like this. + +--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. + +--I know what I consider your pediculus melittae, I said at length. + +Do you think it really the larva of meloe? + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--Yes,--said I,--but why should n't we always set a man talking about +the thing he knows best? + +--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! + +--It isn't quite so handy as a few specimens of the modern currency +would be, but you can pump him on numismatics. + +--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. + +--Do you mean you can always see the sources from which a man fills +his mind,--his feeders, as you call them? + +-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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +Read that,--said the Master. + +U-n-i-ni United States of America 5 cents. + +The Master turned the coin over. Now read that. + +In God is our t-r-u-s-t--trust. 1869. + +--Is that the same piece of money as the other one? + +--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. + +--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. + +--That Boy stood all this time looking hard at the five-cent piece. + +--Take it,--said the Master, with a good-natured smile. + +--The Boy made a snatch at it and was off for the purpose of +investing it. + +--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. + +--Do you accept Mr. Darwin's notions about the origin of the race? -- +said I. + +The Master looked at me with that twinkle in his eye which means that +he is going to parry a question. + +--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." + +If your ship springs a leak, what would you do? + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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." + +What do you read such things for, my dear? said I. + +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. + +--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. + +--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.) + +--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? + +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. + +--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. + +--How does she go to work to help you? + +--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. + +--You have a laugh together sometimes, do you? + +--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. + +--Well, that is hard, I must confess. Do let me see those lines +which excite such sad emotions. + +--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. + +--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. + + + 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! + + + + +IV + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +-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? + +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. + +I said nothing, but looked the question, What are you laughing at? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +The Boy brought the book. + +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:-- + + "So spake our sire, and by his countenance seemed + Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve + Perceiving " + +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. + + "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." + +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. + + +--The p'int 's carried,--said the Member of the Haouse. + +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. + +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. + +--Damage the goods as bad as mice,--said the Salesman. + +--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. + +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. + +--What good does it do to give 'em a name after they 've eat the +binding off my folios? --asked the Register of Deeds. + +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. + +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 + +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! + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +--Did you ever see a great ballet-dancer?--I asked him. + +--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. + +(Confound this old college book-worm,----he has seen everything!) + +Well, did these two ladies dance as if it was hard work to them? + +--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. + +--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. + +--The Master cut in just here--I had sprung the trap of a +reminiscence. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +[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.] + +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. + + +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? + +Why, yes,--I said,--you have stated the case fairly enough, a good +deal as I should have put it myself. + +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 + + "The boldest held his breath + For a time." + +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. + +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." + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +I puzzled over it for some minutes and gave it up. + +--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 enuciation 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. + +--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. + +The young man's lustrous eyes opened very widely as he asked me to +explain what I meant. + +--What is the Creator's divinest work?--I asked. + +--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? + +--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. + +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? + +--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. + +"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 + + The luscious clusters of the vine + Upon (his) mouth do crush their wine, + The nectarine and curious peach, + Into (his) hands themselves do reach; + +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 + +--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! + +--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. + +--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, + + "Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright," + +or, + + "The glories of our birth and state," + +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. + +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. + + "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." + +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. + + +--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 yon 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. + + +One other thing the Master said before we left the table, after our +long talk of that day. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + + + 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! + + + + +V + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--I don't know that I see exactly how it is worse for the patient,--I +said. + +--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? + +--I had to own that my schooling had left out that piece of +information. + +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. + +--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. + +What is your general estimate of doctors, lawyers, and ministers?-- +said I. + +--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. + +--I thought he was going to say he would try him in his own person, +but the Master is not fond of committing himself. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +How about the doctors?--I said. + +--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. + +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. + +What is it?--I asked him. + +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 + +--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. + +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 + + "Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse," + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +Will you show me the double star you said I should see? + +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. + +How beautiful!--she said as she looked at the wonderful object.---One +is orange red and one is emerald green. + +The young man made an explanation in which he said something about +complementary colors. + +Goodness!--exclaimed the Landlady.---What! complimentary to our +party? + +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. + +--And the two revolve round each other? --said the Young Girl. + +--Yes,--he answered,--two suns, a greater and a less, each shining, +but with a different light, for the other. + +--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? + +--Not more lonely than I am myself,--answered the Young Astronomer. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +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! + +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. + + +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. + +I confess I was appalled when I cast my eye upon the title of the +manuscript, "Cirri and Nebulae." + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + + + 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! + + + + +VI + +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. + +--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. + +--Why,--said I,--you have got hold of one of my own working axioms. +I should like to hear you develop it. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +--You don't mean you doubt everything?--I said. + +--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. + +I glanced off, as one often does in talk. + +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! + +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. + +--And may I ask what that was?--I said. + +--The Human sect,--the Master answered. That has about room enough +for me,--at present, I mean to say. + +--Including cannibals and all?--said I. + +-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 + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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: + + "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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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 + + "His little bark attendant sail, + Pursue the triumph and partake the gale." + +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. + +"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! + +"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." + +--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 + +"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." + +--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! + +"His personal appearance was not singularly prepossessing. +Inconspicuous in stature and unattractive in features" + +--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? + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--What is the prevalent religious creed of civilization ? + +--Has the planet met with any accident of importance? + +--How general is the republican form of government ? + +--Do men fly yet? + +--Has the universal language come into use? + +--Is there a new fuel since the English coal-mines have given out? + +--Is the euthanasia a recognized branch of medical science? + +--Is the oldest inhabitant still living? + +--Is the Daily Advertiser still published? + +--And the Evening Transcript? + +--Is there much inquiry for the works of a writer of the nineteenth +century (Old Style) by--the name of--of-- + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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? + + + + +VII + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Come in! --said the Master in his grave, massive tones. + +I passed through the library with him into a little room evidently +devoted to his experiments. + +--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. + +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? + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--There they are!--he exclaimed,--look in. + +I looked in and saw some objects: + +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. + +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. + +He took up another flask just like the first, containing fluid and +hermetically sealed in the same way. + +--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? + +--Not a sign of it; it is as clear as crystal, except that there may +be a little sediment at the bottom. + +--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. + +--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! + +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! + +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. + +We got talking over these matters among us the next morning at the +breakfast-table. + +We must agree they couldn't stand six hours' boiling,--I said. + +--Good for the Pope of Rome!--exclaimed the Master. + +--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. + +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. + +The Landlady was off soundings, and looking vacant enough by this +time. + +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? + +--Hardly,--I answered.---He must have been a walking hospital if he +carried all the maladies about him which have plagued his +descendants. + +--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? + +I thought, on the whole, I would n't answer that question. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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? + +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." + +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"? + +The Master paused and I remained silent, for I was thinking things I +could not say. + + +--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. + +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. + + +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. + +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? + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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, + + "An undevout astronomer is mad"; + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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, + +Very sincerely yours, + + +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. + +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. + + + 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. + + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--That was neatly done. How I hate writing such things! But I +suppose I must do it. + + + + +VIII + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--Left any goods? --asked the Salesman. + +--Or dockermunts?--added the Member of the Haouse. + +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. + +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: + +"Purple calico, three quarters wide, six yards." + +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. + +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. + +--We had been talking over the subjects touched upon in the Lady's +letter. + +--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. + +--So there was one Judas among them,--I remarked. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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? + +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." + +--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." + +--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. + +--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. + +-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. + + +[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: + +'"An honest man's the noblest work of God."' + +"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.] + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +-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? + +--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. + +He took down a Greek Lexicon finely bound in calf, and spread it +open. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +--More or less; less rather than more,--was my humble reply. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--He looked very respectably indeed, both covers dark, ancient, very +decently matched; one would hardly notice the fact that they were not +twins. + +-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. + +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. + +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. + +The Master took the three books from a cupboard and continued. + +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. + +Here is a paragraph from his Dedication: + +"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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Which book furnished you the old cover you wanted? --said I. + +--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! + +--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. + +--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. + +--You don't mean to say you have studied insects as well as solar +systems and the order of things generally? + +--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. + +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. + +[De profundis! said I to myself, the bottom of the bushel has +dropped out! Sancta--Maria, ora pro nobis!] + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--You are somewhat of a phrenologist, I judge, by the way you talk of +instinctive and inherited tendencies--I said. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +Here is the passage of his Poem the Young Astronomer read to us. + + + 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! + + +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. + +--I thought it was the Apostle Paul, and not the theologians, that +used the term "natural man, I ventured to suggest. + +--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. + +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. + + + + +IX + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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 + + "If I were God + An' ye were Martin Elginbrod!" + +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. + +The old Master and I have at last made that visit to the Scarabee +which we had so long promised ourselves. + +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. + +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. + +Do look at this creature,--I said to the Master, he seems to be very +hard at work at his devotions. + +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. + +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? + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +He felt the absurdity of his discomfiture, for he turned to me good- +naturedly, and said, + + "Poor Johnny Raw! What madness could impel + So rum a flat to face so prime a swell?" + +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. + +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. + +--Your thirty-six dissections must have cost you a deal of time and +labor,--the Master said. + +--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. + +He tapped on the glass lightly, and a large, gray, hairy spider came +forth from the hollow of a funnel-like web. + +--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. + +--Nothing else loves me better than she does, that I know of,--he +answered. + +--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! + +The Master was greatly interested in the Scarabee's Muscarium. + +--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. + +--I suppose you do not trust your spider in the Muscarium ?--said I, +addressing the Scarabee. + +--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. + +-Wouldn't do?--said I,--why not? Don't spiders have their mates as +well as other folks? + +-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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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 acccount of the visit again. + +--Do you receive many visitors,--I mean vertebrates, not articulates? +--said the Master. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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, + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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! + + +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. + +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. + + + + +X + +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. + +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.) + +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: + +"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. + +"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." + +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? + +--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. + +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. + + +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. + +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. + +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.) + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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.] + +--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. + +--Good gracious!--exclaimed the Landlady, under glass! + +--Give me cowcumbers raised in the open air, said the Capitalist, who +was a little hard of hearing. + +--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. + +--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. + +"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." + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Why! how--do--you--do Johnny?! with the notes of interrogation and +of admiration both together, as here represented. + +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. + +--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. + +-And how is your father and your mother? asked the Landlady. + +-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. + +--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. + + +---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. + +--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.... + +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. + +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. + + + 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. + + + + +XI + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--I really felt proud of this eulogy, which embraces the most +desirable excellences of a human being in the capacity of boarder. + +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. + +--I thought there was something going on between her and the +Register,--I said. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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 + +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. + +--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. + +-Don't say another word, says she, but jest listen to what I am going +to tell you. + +--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. + + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +The Landlady has her own views on this matter which she communicated +to me something as follows: + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +We had been discussing some knotty points one morning when he said +all at once: + +--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. + +--What do you do when you receive a book you don't want, from the +author?--said I. + +--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. + +--That is as good an excuse for lying as almost any,--I said. + +--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! + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +He began, reading from the manuscript portion of his book: + +--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, + + "A Christian man is never long at ease; + When one fright is gone, another doth him seize." + +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. + +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." + +"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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Do you think cheap manufactures encourage idleness? --said I. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + + + 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. + + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +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: + +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. + +"There is no place too humble for the glories of heaven to shine in," +she said + +"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?" + +A simple question enough, but the young girl felt her color change as +she answered, "From friendship, I think." + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +Presently the young man asked his pupil: + +--Do you know what the constellation directly over our heads is? + +--Is it not Cassiopea?--she asked a little hesitatingly. + +--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? + +--No, indeed,--she answered, and blushed, and felt ashamed because +she had said indeed, as if it had been an emotional recollection. + +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. + +At last: Do you know the story of Andromeda? he said. + +--Perhaps I did once, but suppose I don't remember it. + +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. + +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. + + + + +XII + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +Philosophy and poetry came--to me before I knew their names. + + Je fis mes premiers vers, sans savoir les ecrire. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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!" + +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." + +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? + + Interpellandi locus hic erat; Est tibi mater? + Cognati, queis te salvo est opus? + +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: + + 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. + +--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: + +"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." + +--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. + +--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. + +--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'?" + +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: + +--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." + +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. + +"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." + +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. + +--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. + +He came back to his arm-chair, and began reading again + +--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. + +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." + +--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:-- + + 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!" + +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. + +--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 df 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. + +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. + +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." + +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! + +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?" + +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? + +"Take it altogether," he answered, very deliberately, "I should say +Colonel Elisha Williams was the most notable personage that I have +met with." + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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: + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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: + + "Life is the time to serve the Lord." + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + + (Sensation.) + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +The old Master adjusted his large round spectacles, and began: + +--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: + +The one central fact an the Order of Things which solves all +questions is: + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +When the Landlady had recovered her composure, she began again: + +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. + +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. + +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.... + +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. + +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.] + +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.... + +....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. + +--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. + +--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, + +(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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + + 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! 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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. + +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. + +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 be descended by day from his midnight home in the firmament. + +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. + +December, 1882. + + + + + + + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +BEVERLY FARMS, MASS., August 1, 1891. + +O. W. H. + + + + + + + + THE POET + + AT THE + + BREAKFAST-TABLE. + + +I + +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. + +--You don't know what your thoughts are going to be beforehand? said +the "Member of the Haouse," as he calls himself. + +--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. + +--The Member's eyes began to look heavy. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +There was nothing very surprising, therefore, in his asking a +question not very closely related to what had gone before. + +--Do you think they mean business? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--The Member was wide awake by this time. + +--I don't seem to remember of them partickler phrases, he said. + +--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. + +--It ain't jest the thing to grease your ex with ile o' vitrul, said +the Member. + +--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? + +--You can't go agin human natur', said the Member + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--I wonder if anything like this ever happened. +Author writing, +jacks?" + + "To be, or not to be: that is the question + Whether 't is nobl--" + +--"William, shall we have pudding to-day, or flapjacks?" + +--"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." + +--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." + +William--writing once more--after an exclamation in strong English of +the older pattern,-- + + "Whether 't is nobler--nobler--nobler--" + +To do what? O these women! these women! to have puddings or +flapjacks! Oh!-- + + "Whether 't is nobler--in the mind--to suffer + The slings--and arrows--of--" + +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. + + +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. + + + + THE GAMBREL-ROOFED HOUSE AND ITS OUTLOOK. + + A PANORAMA, WITH SIDE-SHOWS. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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: + E PE + +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.) + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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: + +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. + +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. + +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: + +"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? + +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. + +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. + +The rooms of the second story, the chambers of birth and death, are +sacred to silent memories. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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! + + + + +II + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--A pretty wide subject,--I ventured to suggest. + +--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. + +--I rather like that,--I said. I think your telescopic people are, +on the whole, more satisfactory than your microscopic ones. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + + +--Is it dark meat or white meat you will be helped to?--said the +Landlady, addressing the Master. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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,-- + +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. + +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. + + +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-- + +--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:-- + + Aigle pamphanoosa di' aitheros ouranon ike! + +as if he should have spoken in our poorer phrase of + + + Splendor far shining through ether to heaven ascending. + +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." + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--How do you think the vote is likely to go tomorrow?--I said. + +--It isn't to-morrow,--he answered,--it 's next month. + +--Next month!--said I.---Why, what election do you mean? + +--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. + +--I suppose you are an entomologist?--I said with a note of +interrogation. + +-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. + +--May I venture to ask,--I said, a little awed by his statement and +manner,--what is your special province of study? + +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. + +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. + +The old Master, who is a bachelor, has a kindly feeling for this +little monkey, and those of his kind. + +--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. + +--Baby's fingers,--I intercalated. + +-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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--And how did the Lady receive these valuable and useful gifts? + +--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-- + +The sentence plunged into the gulf of her great remembered sorrow, +and was lost to the records of humanity. + +--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. + +---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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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. + + +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. + + + + 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! + + + + +III + +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 + +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!" + +--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. + +I must consult somebody, and it is nothing more than fair to give our +young Doctor a chance. Here goes for Dr. Benjamin Franklin. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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! + +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. + +--The color reminds me,--said Dr. B. Franklin,--of what I have seen +in a case of Addison's Disease, Morbus Addisonii. + +--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. + +--Temperance people are subject to it!--exclaimed Dr. Benjamin, +almost exultingly, I thought. + +--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.] + +--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. + +---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. + +--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? + +[--My case! O dear!] May I ask if any vital organ is commonly +involved in this interesting complaint?--I said, faintly. + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + + +--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. + +--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. + + +--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? + +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. + +--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. + +--Good,--said the Master, and laughed a hearty terrestrial laugh. + +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! + +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. + +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? + +That Boy.---You bet! Give me a stick and see if I don't. + +And can you tell me why you like candy? + +That Boy.--Because I do. + +--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-- + +That Boy (thinking he was still being catechised).--Because they do. + +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. + +--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? + +--If you like your breakfast you must n't ask the cook too many +questions,--I answered. + +--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? + +--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. + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--Will you go, if we make up a party?--I asked the Master. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--Oh, indeed,--said I,--and may I venture to ask on what particular +point you are engaged just at present? + +-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. + +[--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.] + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--So I went into the Scarabee's parlor, lodging-room, study, +laboratory, and museum,--a--single apartment applied to these various +uses, you understand. + +--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! + +--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! + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--The Scarabee did not smile; he took no interest in trivial matters +like this. + +--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. + +--I know what I consider your pediculus melittae, I said at length. + +Do you think it really the larva of meloe? + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--Yes,--said I,--but why should n't we always set a man talking about +the thing he knows best? + +--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! + +--It isn't quite so handy as a few specimens of the modern currency +would be, but you can pump him on numismatics. + +--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. + +--Do you mean you can always see the sources from which a man fills +his mind,--his feeders, as you call them? + +-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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +Read that,--said the Master. + +U-n-i-ni United States of America 5 cents. + +The Master turned the coin over. Now read that. + +In God is our t-r-u-s-t--trust. 1869. + +--Is that the same piece of money as the other one? + +--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. + +--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. + +--That Boy stood all this time looking hard at the five-cent piece. + +--Take it,--said the Master, with a good-natured smile. + +--The Boy made a snatch at it and was off for the purpose of +investing it. + +--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. + +--Do you accept Mr. Darwin's notions about the origin of the race?-- +said I. + +The Master looked at me with that twinkle in his eye which means that +he is going to parry a question. + +--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." + +If your ship springs a leak, what would you do? + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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." + +What do you read such things for, my dear? said I. + +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. + +--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. + +--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.) + +--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? + +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. + +--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. + +--How does she go to work to help you? + +--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. + +--You have a laugh together sometimes, do you? + +--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. + +--Well, that is hard, I must confess. Do let me see those lines +which excite such sad emotions. + +--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. + +--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. + + + 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! + + + + +IV + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +-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? + +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. + +I said nothing, but looked the question, What are you laughing at? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +The Boy brought the book. + +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:-- + + "So spake our sire, and by his countenance seemed + Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve + Perceiving--" + +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. + + "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." + +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. + + +--The p'int 's carried,--said the Member of the Haouse. + +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. + +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. + +--Damage the goods as bad as mice,--said the Salesman. + +--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. + +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. + +--What good does it do to give 'em a name after they 've eat the +binding off my folios?--asked the Register of Deeds. + +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. + +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 + +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! + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +--Did you ever see a great ballet-dancer?--I asked him. + +--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. + +(Confound this old college book-worm,----he has seen everything!) + +Well, did these two ladies dance as if it was hard work to them? + +--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. + +--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. + +--The Master cut in just here--I had sprung the trap of a +reminiscence. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +[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.] + +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. + + +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? + +Why, yes,--I said,--you have stated the case fairly enough, a good +deal as I should have put it myself. + +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 + + "The boldest held his breath + For a time." + +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. + +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." + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +I puzzled over it for some minutes and gave it up. + +--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 enuciation 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. + +--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. + +The young man's lustrous eyes opened very widely as he asked me to +explain what I meant. + +--What is the Creator's divinest work?--I asked. + +--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? + +--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. + +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? + +--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. + +"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 + + The luscious clusters of the vine + Upon (his) mouth do crush their wine, + The nectarine and curious peach, + Into (his) hands themselves do reach; + +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 + +--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! + +--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. + +--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, + + "Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright," + +or, + + "The glories of our birth and state," + +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. + +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. + + "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." + +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. + + +--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 yon 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. + + +One other thing the Master said before we left the table, after our +long talk of that day. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + + + 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! + + + + +V + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--I don't know that I see exactly how it is worse for the patient,--I +said. + +--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? + +--I had to own that my schooling had left out that piece of +information. + +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. + +--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. + +What is your general estimate of doctors, lawyers, and ministers?-- +said I. + +--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. + +--I thought he was going to say he would try him in his own person, +but the Master is not fond of committing himself. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +How about the doctors?--I said. + +--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. + +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. + +What is it?--I asked him. + +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 + +--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. + +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 + + "Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse," + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +Will you show me the double star you said I should see? + +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. + +How beautiful!--she said as she looked at the wonderful object.---One +is orange red and one is emerald green. + +The young man made an explanation in which he said something about +complementary colors. + +Goodness!--exclaimed the Landlady.---What! complimentary to our +party? + +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. + +--And the two revolve round each other?--said the Young Girl. + +--Yes,--he answered,--two suns, a greater and a less, each shining, +but with a different light, for the other. + +--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? + +--Not more lonely than I am myself,--answered the Young Astronomer. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +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! + +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. + + +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. + +I confess I was appalled when I cast my eye upon the title of the +manuscript, "Cirri and Nebulae." + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + + + 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! + + + + +VI + +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. + +--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. + +--Why,--said I,--you have got hold of one of my own working axioms. +I should like to hear you develop it. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +--You don't mean you doubt everything?--I said. + +--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. + +I glanced off, as one often does in talk. + +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! + +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. + +--And may I ask what that was?--I said. + +--The Human sect,--the Master answered. That has about room enough +for me,--at present, I mean to say. + +--Including cannibals and all?--said I. + +-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 + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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: + + "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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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 + + "His little bark attendant sail, + Pursue the triumph and partake the gale." + +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. + +"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! + +"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." + +--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 + +"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." + +--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! + +"His personal appearance was not singularly prepossessing. +Inconspicuous in stature and unattractive in features" + +--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? + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--What is the prevalent religious creed of civilization ? + +--Has the planet met with any accident of importance? + +--How general is the republican form of government ? + +--Do men fly yet? + +--Has the universal language come into use? + +--Is there a new fuel since the English coal-mines have given out? + +--Is the euthanasia a recognized branch of medical science? + +--Is the oldest inhabitant still living? + +--Is the Daily Advertiser still published? + +--And the Evening Transcript? + +--Is there much inquiry for the works of a writer of the nineteenth +century (Old Style) by--the name of--of-- + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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? + + + + +VII + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Come in!--said the Master in his grave, massive tones. + +I passed through the library with him into a little room evidently +devoted to his experiments. + +--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. + +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? + +--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? + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--There they are!--he exclaimed,--look in. + +I looked in and saw some objects: + +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. + +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. + +He took up another flask just like the first, containing fluid and +hermetically sealed in the same way. + +--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? + +--Not a sign of it; it is as clear as crystal, except that there may +be a little sediment at the bottom. + +--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. + +--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! + +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! + +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. + +We got talking over these matters among us the next morning at the +breakfast-table. + +We must agree they couldn't stand six hours' boiling,--I said. + +--Good for the Pope of Rome!--exclaimed the Master. + +--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. + +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. + +The Landlady was off soundings, and looking vacant enough by this +time. + +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? + +--Hardly,--I answered.---He must have been a walking hospital if he +carried all the maladies about him which have plagued his +descendants. + +--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? + +I thought, on the whole, I would n't answer that question. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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? + +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." + +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"? + +The Master paused and I remained silent, for I was thinking things I +could not say. + + +--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. + +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. + + +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. + +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? + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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, + + "An undevout astronomer is mad"; + +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. + +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." + +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. + +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. + +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, + +Very sincerely yours, + + +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. + +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. + + + 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. + + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--That was neatly done. How I hate writing such things! But I +suppose I must do it. + + + + +VIII + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--Left any goods?--asked the Salesman. + +--Or dockermunts?--added the Member of the Haouse. + +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. + +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: + +"Purple calico, three quarters wide, six yards." + +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. + +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. + +--We had been talking over the subjects touched upon in the Lady's +letter. + +--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. + +--So there was one Judas among them,--I remarked. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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? + +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." + +--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." + +--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. + +--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. + +-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. + + +[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: + +"'An honest man's the noblest work of God.' + +"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.] + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +-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? + +--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. + +He took down a Greek Lexicon finely bound in calf, and spread it +open. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +--More or less; less rather than more,--was my humble reply. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--He looked very respectably indeed, both covers dark, ancient, very +decently matched; one would hardly notice the fact that they were not +twins. + +-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. + +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. + +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. + +The Master took the three books from a cupboard and continued. + +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. + +Here is a paragraph from his Dedication: + +"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." + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Which book furnished you the old cover you wanted?--said I. + +--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! + +--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. + +--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. + +--You don't mean to say you have studied insects as well as solar +systems and the order of things generally? + +--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. + +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. + +[De profundis! said I to myself, the bottom of the bushel has +dropped out! Sancta--Maria, ora pro nobis!] + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--You are somewhat of a phrenologist, I judge, by the way you talk of +instinctive and inherited tendencies--I said. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +Here is the passage of his Poem the Young Astronomer read to us. + + + 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! + + +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. + +--I thought it was the Apostle Paul, and not the theologians, that +used the term "natural man", I ventured to suggest. + +--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. + +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. + + + + +IX + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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 + + "If I were God + An' ye were Martin Elginbrod!" + +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. + +The old Master and I have at last made that visit to the Scarabee +which we had so long promised ourselves. + +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. + +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. + +Do look at this creature,--I said to the Master, he seems to be very +hard at work at his devotions. + +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. + +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? + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +He felt the absurdity of his discomfiture, for he turned to me good- +naturedly, and said, + + "Poor Johnny Raw! What madness could impel + So rum a flat to face so prime a swell?" + +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. + +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. + +--Your thirty-six dissections must have cost you a deal of time and +labor,--the Master said. + +--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. + +He tapped on the glass lightly, and a large, gray, hairy spider came +forth from the hollow of a funnel-like web. + +--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. + +--Nothing else loves me better than she does, that I know of,--he +answered. + +--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! + +The Master was greatly interested in the Scarabee's Muscarium. + +--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. + +--I suppose you do not trust your spider in the Muscarium ?--said I, +addressing the Scarabee. + +--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. + +-Wouldn't do?--said I,--why not? Don't spiders have their mates as +well as other folks? + +-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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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 acccount of the visit again. + +--Do you receive many visitors,--I mean vertebrates, not articulates? +--said the Master. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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, + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + 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! + + +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. + +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. + + + + +X + +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. + +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.) + +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: + +"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. + +"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." + +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? + +--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. + +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. + + +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. + +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. + +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.) + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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.] + +--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. + +--Good gracious!--exclaimed the Landlady, under glass! + +--Give me cowcumbers raised in the open air, said the Capitalist, who +was a little hard of hearing. + +--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. + +--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. + +"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." + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Why! how--do--you--do Johnny?! with the notes of interrogation and +of admiration both together, as here represented. + +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. + +--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. + +-And how is your father and your mother? asked the Landlady. + +-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. + +--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. + + +---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. + +--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.... + +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. + +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. + + + 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. + + + + +XI + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--I really felt proud of this eulogy, which embraces the most +desirable excellences of a human being in the capacity of boarder. + +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. + +--I thought there was something going on between her and the +Register,--I said. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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 + +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. + +--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. + +-Don't say another word, says she, but jest listen to what I am going +to tell you. + +--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. + + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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? + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +The Landlady has her own views on this matter which she communicated +to me something as follows: + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +We had been discussing some knotty points one morning when he said +all at once: + +--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. + +--What do you do when you receive a book you don't want, from the +author?--said I. + +--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. + +--That is as good an excuse for lying as almost any,--I said. + +--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! + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +He began, reading from the manuscript portion of his book: + +--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, + + "A Christian man is never long at ease; + When one fright is gone, another doth him seize." + +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. + +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." + +"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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--Do you think cheap manufactures encourage idleness?--said I. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + + + 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. + + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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! + +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. + +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. + +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: + +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. + +"There is no place too humble for the glories of heaven to shine in," +she said + +"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?" + +A simple question enough, but the young girl felt her color change as +she answered, "From friendship, I think." + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +Presently the young man asked his pupil: + +--Do you know what the constellation directly over our heads is? + +--Is it not Cassiopea?--she asked a little hesitatingly. + +--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? + +--No, indeed,--she answered, and blushed, and felt ashamed because +she had said indeed, as if it had been an emotional recollection. + +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. + +At last: Do you know the story of Andromeda? he said. + +--Perhaps I did once, but suppose I don't remember it. + +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. + +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. + + + + +XII + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +Philosophy and poetry came--to me before I knew their names. + + Je fis mes premiers vers, sans savoir les ecrire. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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!" + +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." + +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? + + Interpellandi locus hic erat; Est tibi mater? + Cognati, queis te salvo est opus? + +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: + + 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. + +--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: + +"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." + +--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. + +--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. + +--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'?" + +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: + +--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." + +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. + +"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." + +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. + +--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. + +He came back to his arm-chair, and began reading again + +--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. + +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." + +--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:-- + + 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!" + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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." + +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! + +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?" + +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? + +"Take it altogether," he answered, very deliberately, "I should say +Colonel Elisha Williams was the most notable personage that I have +met with." + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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." + +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: + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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: + + "Life is the time to serve the Lord." + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + +--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. + + (Sensation.) + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +The old Master adjusted his large round spectacles, and began: + +--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: + +The one central fact an the Order of Things which solves all +questions is: + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +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. + +When the Landlady had recovered her composure, she began again: + +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. + +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. + +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.... + +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. + +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.] + +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.... + +....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. + +--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. + +--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, + +(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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + +--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. + +--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. + +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. + +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. + +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. + + + + 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! 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