reformers-第4章
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substantial; humane truth; blessing those whom it entered。 It gave
the scholar certain powers of expression; the power of speech; the
power of poetry; of literary art; but it did not bring him to peace;
or to beneficence。 When the literary class betray a destitution of
faith; it is not strange that society should be disheartened and
sensualized by unbelief。 What remedy? Life must be lived on a
higher plane。 We must go up to a higher platform; to which we are
always invited to ascend; there; the whole aspect of things changes。
I resist the skepticism of our education; and of our educated men。 I
do not believe that the differences of opinion and character in men
are organic。 I do not recognize; beside the class of the good and
the wise; a permanent class of skeptics; or a class of conservatives;
or of malignants; or of materialists。 I do not believe in two
classes。 You remember the story of the poor woman who importuned
King Philip of Macedon to grant her justice; which Philip refused:
the woman exclaimed; 〃I appeal〃: the king; astonished; asked to whom
she appealed: the woman replied; 〃from Philip drunk to Philip sober。〃
The text will suit me very well。 I believe not in two classes of
men; but in man in two moods; in Philip drunk and Philip sober。 I
think; according to the good…hearted word of Plato; 〃Unwillingly the
soul is deprived of truth。〃 Iron conservative; miser; or thief; no
man is; but by a supposed necessity; which he tolerates by shortness
or torpidity of sight。 The soul lets no man go without some
visitations and holy…days of a diviner presence。 It would be easy to
show; by a narrow scanning of any man's biography; that we are not so
wedded to our paltry performances of every kind; but that every man
has at intervals the grace to scorn his performances; in comparing
them with his belief of what he should do; that he puts himself on
the side of his enemies; listening gladly to what they say of him;
and accusing himself of the same things。 What is it men love in
Genius; but its infinite hope; which degrades all it has done?
Genius counts all its miracles poor and short。 Its own idea it never
executed。 The Iliad; the Hamlet; the Doric column; the Roman arch;
the Gothic minster; the German anthem; when they are ended; the
master casts behind him。 How sinks the song in the waves of melody
which the universe pours over his soul! Before that gracious
Infinite; out of which he drew these few strokes; how mean they look;
though the praises of the world attend them。 From the triumphs of
his art; he turns with desire to this greater defeat。 Let those
admire who will。 With silent joy he sees himself to be capable of a
beauty that eclipses all which his hands have done; all which human
hands have ever done。 Well; we are all the children of genius; the
children of virtue; and feel their inspirations in our happier
hours。 Is not every man sometimes a radical in politics? Men are
conservatives when they are least vigorous; or when they are most
luxurious。 They are conservatives after dinner; or before taking
their rest; when they are sick; or aged: in the morning; or when
their intellect or their conscience have been aroused; when they hear
music; or when they read poetry; they are radicals。 In the circle of
the rankest tories that could be collected in England; Old or New;
let a powerful and stimulating intellect; a man of great heart and
mind; act on them; and very quickly these frozen conservators will
yield to the friendly influence; these hopeless will begin to hope;
these haters will begin to love; these immovable statues will begin
to spin and revolve。 I cannot help recalling the fine anecdote which
Warton relates of Bishop Berkeley; when he was preparing to leave
England; with his plan of planting the gospel among the American
savages。 〃Lord Bathurst told me; that the members of the Scriblerus
club; being met at his house at dinner; they agreed to rally
Berkeley; who was also his guest; on his scheme at Bermudas。
Berkeley; having listened to the many lively things they had to say;
begged to be heard in his turn; and displayed his plan with such an
astonishing and animating force of eloquence and enthusiasm; that
they were struck dumb; and; after some pause; rose up all together
with earnestness; exclaiming; ‘Let us set out with him immediately。'〃
Men in all ways are better than they seem。 They like flattery for
the moment; but they know the truth for their own。 It is a foolish
cowardice which keeps us from trusting them; and speaking to them
rude truth。 They resent your honesty for an instant; they will thank
you for it always。 What is it we heartily wish of each other? Is it
to be pleased and flattered? No; but to be convicted and exposed; to
be shamed out of our nonsense of all kinds; and made men of; instead
of ghosts and phantoms。 We are weary of gliding ghostlike through
the world; which is itself so slight and unreal。 We crave a sense of
reality; though it come in strokes of pain。 I explain so; by this
manlike love of truth; those excesses and errors into which souls
of great vigor; but not equal insight; often fall。 They feel the
poverty at the bottom of all the seeming affluence of the world。
They know the speed with which they come straight through the thin
masquerade; and conceive a disgust at the indigence of nature:
Rousseau; Mirabeau; Charles Fox; Napoleon; Byron; and I could
easily add names nearer home; of raging riders; who drive their
steeds so hard; in the violence of living to forget its illusion:
they would know the worst; and tread the floors of hell。 The heroes
of ancient and modern fame; Cimon; Themistocles; Alcibiades;
Alexander; Caesar; have treated life and fortune as a game to be well
and skillfully played; but the stake not to be so valued; but that
any time; it could be held as a trifle light as air; and thrown up。
Caesar; just before the battle of Pharsalia; discourses with the
Egyptian priest; concerning the fountains of the Nile; and offers to
quit the army; the empire; and Cleopatra; if he will show him those
mysterious sources。 The same magnanimity shows itself in our social
relations; in the preference; namely; which each man gives to the
society of superiors over that of his equals。 All that a man has;
will he give for right relations with his mates。 All that he has;
will he give for an erect demeanor in every company and on each
occasion。 He aims at such things as his neighbors prize; and gives
his days and nights; his talents and his heart; to strike a good
stroke; to acquit himself in all men's sight as a man。 The
consideration of an eminent citizen; of a noted merchant; of a man of
mark in his profession; naval and military honor; a general's
commission; a marshal's baton; a ducal coronet; the laurel of poets;
and; anyhow procured; the acknowledgment of eminent merit; have this
lustre for each candidate; that they enable him to walk erect and
unashamed; in the presence of some persons; before whom he felt
himself inferior。 Having raised himself to this rank; having
established his equality with class after class; of those with whom
he would live well; he still finds certain others; before whom he
cannot possess himself; because they have somewhat fairer; somewhat
grander; somewhat purer; which extorts homage of him。 Is his
ambition pure? then; will his laurels and his possessions seem
worthless: instead of avoiding these men who make his fine gold dim;
he will cast all behind him; and seek their society only; woo and
embrace this his humiliation and mortification; until he shall know
why his eye sinks; his voice is husky; and his brilliant talents are
paralyzed in this presence。 He is sure that the soul which gives the
lie to all things; will tell none。 His constitution will not mislead
him。 If it cannot carry itself as it ought; high and unmatchable in
the presence of any man; if the secret o