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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

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