over the teacups-第40章
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to the Counsellor。
Are you quite sure that you wish to live to be threescore and twenty
years old?
〃Most certainly I do。 Don't they say that Theophrastus lived to his
hundred and seventh year; and did n't he complain of the shortness of
life? At eighty a man has had just about time to get warmly settled
in his nest。 Do you suppose he doesn't enjoy the quiet of that
resting…place? No more haggard responsibility to keep him awake
nights;unless he prefers to retain his hold on offices and duties
from which he can be excused if be chooses。 No more goading
ambitions;he knows he has done his best。 No more jealousies; if he
were weak enough to feel such ignoble stirrings in his more active
season。 An octogenarian with a good record; and free from annoying
or distressing infirmities; ought to be the happiest of men。
Everybody treats him with deference。 Everybody wants to help him。
He is the ward of the generations that have grown up since he was in
the vigor of maturity。 Yes; let me live to be fourscore years; and
then I will tell you whether I should like a few more years or not。〃
You carry the feelings of middle age; I said; in imagination; over
into the period of senility; and then reason and dream about it as if
its whole mode of being were like that of the earlier period of life。
But how many things there are in old age which you must live into if
you would expect to have any 〃realizing sense〃 of their significance!
In the first place; you have no coevals; or next to none。 At fifty;
your vessel is stanch; and you are on deck with the rest; in all
weathers。 At sixty; the vessel still floats; and you are in the
cabin。 At seventy; you; with a few fellow…passengers; are on a raft。
At eighty; you are on a spars to which; possibly; one; or two; or
three friends of about your own age are still clinging。 After that;
you must expect soon to find yourself alone; if you are still
floating; with only a life…preserver to keep your old white…bearded
chin above the water。
Kindness? Yes; pitying kindness; which is a bitter sweet in which
the amiable ingredient can hardly be said to predominate。 How
pleasant do you think it is to have an arm offered to you when you
are walking on a level surface; where there is no chance to trip?
How agreeable do you suppose it is to have your well…meaning friends
shout and screech at you; as if you were deaf as an adder; instead of
only being; as you insist; somewhat hard of hearing? I was a little
over twenty years old when I wrote the lines which some of you may
have met with; for they have been often reprinted :
The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom;
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb。
The world was a garden to me then; it is a churchyard now。
〃I thought you were one of those who looked upon old age cheerfully;
and welcomed it as a season of peace and contented enjoyment。〃
I am one of those who so regard it。 Those are not bitter or scalding
tears that fall from my eyes upon 〃the mossy marbles。〃 The young who
left my side early in my life's journey are still with me in the
unchanged freshness and beauty of youth。 Those who have long kept
company with me live on after their seeming departure; were it only
by the mere force of habit; their images are all around me; as if
every surface had been a sensitive film that photographed them; their
voices echo about me; as if they had been recorded on those
unforgetting cylinders which bring back to us the tones and accents
that have imprinted them; as the hardened sands show us the tracks of
extinct animals。 The melancholy of old age has a divine tenderness
in it; which only the sad experiences of life can lend a human soul。
But there is a lower level;that of tranquil contentment and easy
acquiescence in the conditions in which we find ourselves; a lower
level; in which old age trudges patiently when it is not using its
wings。 I say its wings; for no period of life is so imaginative as
that which looks to younger people the most prosaic。 The atmosphere
of memory is one in which imagination flies more easily and feels
itself more at home than in the thinner ether of youthful
anticipation。 I have told you some of the drawbacks of age; I would
not have you forget its privileges。 When it comes down from its
aerial excursions; it has much left to enjoy on the humble plane of
being。 And so you think you would like to become an octogenarian?
〃I should;〃 said the Counsellor; now a man in the high noon of bodily
and mental vigor。 〃Four moreyes; five moredecades would not be
too much; I think。 And how much I should live to see in that time!
I am glad you have laid down some rules by which a man may reasonably
expect to leap the eight barred gate。 I won't promise to obey them
all; though。〃
Among the questions addressed to me; as to a large number of other
persons; are the following。 I take them from 〃The American Hebrew〃
of April 4; 1890。 I cannot pretend to answer them all; but I can say
something about one or two of them。
〃I。 Can you; of your own personal experience; find any justification
whatever for the entertainment of prejudice towards individuals
solely because they are Jews?
〃II。 Is this prejudice not due largely to the religious instruction
that is given by the church acid Sunday…school? For instance; the
teachings that the Jews crucified Jesus; that they rejected him; and
can only secure salvation by belief in him; and similar matters that
are calculated to excite in the impressionable mind of the child an
aversion; if not a loathing; for members of 'the despised race。'
〃III。 Have you observed in the social or business life of the Jew;
so far as your personal experience has gone; any different standard
of conduct than prevails among Christians of the same social status?
〃IV。 Can you suggest what should be done to dispel the existing
prejudice?〃
As to the first question; I have had very slight acquaintance with
the children of Israel。 I shared more or less the prevailing
prejudices against the persecuted race。 I used to read in my hymn…
book;I hope I quote correctly;
〃See what a living stone
The builders did refuse!
Yet God has built his church thereon;
In spite of envious Jews。〃
I grew up inheriting the traditional idea that they were a race lying
under a curse for their obstinacy in refusing the gospel。 Like other
children of New England birth; I walked in the narrow path of Puritan
exclusiveness。 The great historical church of Christendom was
presented to me as Bunyan depicted it: one of the two giants sitting
at the door of their caves; with the bones; of pilgrims scattered
about them; and grinning at the travellers whom they could no longer
devour。 In the nurseries of old…fashioned Orthodoxy there was one
religion in the world;one religion; and a multitude of detestable;
literally damnable impositions; believed in by uncounted millions;
who were doomed to perdition for so believing。 The Jews were the
believers in one of these false religions。 It had been true once;
but was now a pernicious and abominable lie。 The principal use of
the Jews seemed to be to lend money; and to fulfil the predictions of
the old prophets of their race。
No doubt the individual sons of Abraham whom we found in our ill…
favored and ill…flavored streets were apt to be unpleasing specimens
of the race。 It was against the most adverse influences of
legislation; of religious feeling; of social repugnance; that the
great names of Jewish origin made themselves illustrious; that the
philosophers; the musicians; the financiers; the statesmen; of the
last centuries forced the world to recognize and accept them。
Benjamin; the s