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these strokes are not to be parried by us; they must be feared。



        But these shocks and ruins are less destructive to us; than the

stealthy power of other laws which act on us daily。  An expense of

ends to means is fate;  organization tyrannizing over character。

The menagerie; or forms and powers of the spine; is a book of fate:

the bill of the bird; the skull of the snake; determines tyrannically

its limits。  So is the scale of races; of temperaments; so is sex; so

is climate; so is the reaction of talents imprisoning the vital power

in certain directions。  Every spirit makes its house; but afterwards

the house confines the spirit。



        The gross lines are legible to the dull: the cabman is

phrenologist so far: he looks in your face to see if his shilling is

sure。  A dome of brow denotes one thing; a pot…belly another; a

squint; a pug…nose; mats of hair; the pigment of the epidermis;

betray character。  People seem sheathed in their tough organization。

Ask Spurzheim; ask the doctors; ask Quetelet; if temperaments decide

nothing? or if there be any…thing they do not decide?  Read the

description in medical books of the four temperaments; and you will

think you are reading your own thoughts which you had not yet told。

Find the part which black eyes; and which blue eyes; play severally

in the company。  How shall a man escape from his ancestors; or draw

off from his veins the black drop which he drew from his father's or

his mother's life?  It often appears in a family; as if all the

qualities of the progenitors were potted in several jars;  some

ruling quality in each son or daughter of the house;  and sometimes

the unmixed temperament; the rank unmitigated elixir; the family

vice; is drawn off in a separate individual; and the others are

proportionally relieved。  We sometimes see a change of expression in

our companion; and say; his father; or his mother; comes to the

windows of his eyes; and sometimes a remote relative。  In different

hours; a man represents each of several of his ancestors; as if there

were seven or eight of us rolled up in each man's skin; seven or

eight ancestors at least;  and they constitute the variety of notes

for that new piece of music which his life is。  At the corner of the

street; you read the possibility of each passenger; in the facial

angle; in the complexion; in the depth of his eye。  His parentage

determines it。  Men are what their mothers made them。  You may as

well ask a loom which weaves huckaback; why it does not make

cashmere; as expect poetry from this engineer; or a chemical

discovery from that jobber。  Ask the digger in the ditch to explain

Newton's laws: the fine organs of his brain have been pinched by

overwork and squalid poverty from father to son; for a hundred years。

When each comes forth from his mother's womb; the gate of gifts

closes behind him。  Let him value his hands and feet; he has but one

pair。  So he has but one future; and that is already predetermined in

his lobes; and described in that little fatty face; pig…eye; and

squat form。  All the privilege and all the legislation of the world

cannot meddle or help to make a poet or a prince of him。



        Jesus said; 〃When he looketh on her; he hath committed

adultery。〃 But he is an adulterer before he has yet looked on the

woman; by the superfluity of animal; and the defect of thought; in

his constitution。  Who meets him; or who meets her; in the street;

sees that they are ripe to be each other's victim。



        In certain men; digestion and sex absorb the vital force; and

the stronger these are; the individual is so much weaker。  The more

of these drones perish; the better for the hive。  If; later; they

give birth to some superior individual; with force enough to add to

this animal a new aim; and a complete apparatus to work it out; all

the ancestors are gladly forgotten。  Most men and most women are

merely one couple more。  Now and then; one has a new cell or

camarilla opened in his brain;  an architectural; a musical; or a

philological knack; some stray taste or talent for flowers; or

chemistry; or pigments; or story…telling; a good hand for drawing; a

good foot for dancing; an athletic frame for wide journeying; &c。  

which skill nowise alters rank in the scale of nature; but serves to

pass the time; the life of sensation going on as before。  At last;

these hints and tendencies are fixed in one; or in a succession。

Each absorbs so much food and force; as to become itself a new

centre。  The new talent draws off so rapidly the vital force; that

not enough remains for the animal functions; hardly enough for

health; so that; in the second generation; if the like genius appear;

the health is visibly deteriorated; and the generative force

impaired。



        People are born with the moral or with the material bias; 

uterine brothers with this diverging destination: and I suppose; with

high magnifiers; Mr。 Frauenhofer or Dr。 Carpenter might come to

distinguish in the embryo at the fourth day; this is a Whig; and that

a Free…soiler。



        It was a poetic attempt to lift this mountain of Fate; to

reconcile this despotism of race with liberty; which led the Hindoos

to say; 〃Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of

existence。〃 I find the coincidence of the extremes of eastern and

western speculation in the daring statement of Schelling; 〃there is

in every man a certain feeling; that he has been what he is from all

eternity; and by no means became such in time。〃 To say it less

sublimely;  in the history of the individual is always an account

of his condition; and he knows himself to be a party to his present

estate。



        A good deal of our politics is physiological。  Now and then; a

man of wealth in the heyday of youth adopts the tenet of broadest

freedom。  In England; there is always some man of wealth and large

connection planting himself; during all his years of health; on the

side of progress; who; as soon as he begins to die; checks his

forward play; calls in his troops; and becomes conservative。  All

conservatives are such from personal defects。  They have been

effeminated by position or nature; born halt and blind; through

luxury of their parents; and can only; like invalids; act on the

defensive。  But strong natures; backwoodsmen; New Hampshire giants;

Napoleons; Burkes; Broughams; Websters; Kossuths; are inevitable

patriots; until their life ebbs; and their defects and gout; palsy

and money; warp them。



        The strongest idea incarnates itself in majorities and nations;

in the healthiest and strongest。  Probably; the election goes by

avoirdupois weight; and; if you could weigh bodily the tonnage of any

hundred of the Whig and the Democratic party in a town; on the

Dearborn balance; as they passed the hayscales; you could predict

with certainty which party would carry it。  On the whole; it would be

rather the speediest way of deciding the vote; to put the selectmen

or the mayor and aldermen at the hayscales。



        In science; we have to consider two things: power and

circumstance。  All we know of the egg; from each successive

discovery; is; _another vesicle_; and if; after five hundred years;

you get a better observer; or a better glass; he finds within the

last observed another。  In vegetable and animal tissue; it is just

alike; and all that the primary power or spasm operates; is; still;

vesicles; vesicles。  Yes;  but the tyrannical Circumstance!  A

vesicle in new circumstances; a vesicle lodged in darkness; Oken

thought; became animal; in light; a plant。  Lodged in the parent

animal; it suffers changes; which end in unsheathing miraculous

capability in the unaltered vesicle; and it unlocks itself to fish;

bird; or quadruped; head and foot; eye and claw。  The Circumstance is

Nature。  Nature is; what you may do。  There is much you may not。  We

have two things;  the circumstance; and the life。  Once we 

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