BBi m mm Iff Si i llilli 1 i i i !H : i- ; S ill! i! pi II IB THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES cMAROOR.lt cDOBBIMS ENGLISH PROSE ENGLISH PROSE A SERIES OF RELATED ESSAYS FOR THE DISCUSSION AND PRACTICE OF THE ART OF WRITING SELECTED AND EDITED BY FREDERICK WILLIAM ROE, PH.D. OF THE UNIVERSITY OF WISCONSIN AND GEORGE ROY ELLIOTT, PH.D. OF BOWDOIN COLLEGE LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. FOURTH AVENUE & 30TH STREET, NEW YORK 323 EAST 2HRD STREET, CHICAGO COPYRIGHT, 1913 BY LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. First Edition, October, 1913 Reprinted, July, 1914 College Library PREFACE THE selections in the present volume, designed primarily for the discussion and practice in college classes of the art of composition, have been arranged under a scheme which the editors believe to be new. There are nine related groups. Each successive group represents a different phase of life, beginning with character and personality, and con- cluding with art and literature. The whole together, as the table of contents will show, thus presents a body of ideas that includes practically all the great departments of human thought and interest. It is evident that certain ideals of teaching composition underlie the scheme. The editors believe heartily with Pater that "the chief stimulus of good style is to possess a full, rich, complex matter to grapple with ". Instruction in writing, it is to be feared, too often neglects this sound doctrine and places an emphasis upon formal matters that seems disproportionate, especially when form is made to appear as a thing apart. Form and content go together and one must not suffer at the expense of the other. But a sustained interest in the ways and means of correct expres- sion is aroused only when the student feels that he has something to express. Instructors often contend indeed that the ideas of undergraduates are far to seek, and that most of the time in the class-room is therefore best spent upon formal exercises and drill. The editors do not share this view. They believe that there is no class of people more responsive to new ideas and impressions than college students, * 100933 vi PREFACE and none more eager, when normally stimulated, to express themselves in writing. They have therefore aimed to present a series of related selections that would arouse thought and provoke oral discussion in the class-room, as well as furnish suitable models of style. In most cases the pieces are too long to be adequately handled in one class hour. A live topic may well be discussed for several hours, until its various sides have been examined and students are awakened to the many questions at issue. The editors have aimed, also, to supply selections so rich and vital in content that instructors themselves will feel challenged to add to the class discussion from their own knowledge and experience, and so turn a stream of fresh ideas upon "stock notions". Thus English composition, which in many courses in our larger institutions is now almost the only non-special study, can be made a direct means of liberal- ization in the meaning and art of life, as well as an instru- ment for correct and effective writing. The present volume therefore differs from others in the same field. Many recent collections contain pieces too short and unrelated to satisfy the ideals suggested above ideals which, the editors feel sure, are held by an increasing number of teachers. And older and newer collections alike have been constructed primarily with the purpose of illus- trating the conventional categories, description, narration, exposition. Teachers of composition everywhere are becom- ing distrustful of an arrangement which is frankly at variance with the actual practice of writing, and are of the opinion that it is better to set the student to the task of composition without- confining him too narrowly to one form of discourse. The editors have deliberately avoided, how- ever, the other extreme, which is reflected in one or two recent volumes, of choosing pieces of one type to the exclu- sion of all others. In collections of this kind variety in form and subject-matter is fully as important as richness of content. Instructors who believe in the use of the types of discourse as the most practicable means of instruction, PREFACE vii will find all the types liberally represented in the present volume. And in order to meet their requirements even more adequately, the editors have included two short stories at the end, as examples of narration with a plot. Much attention has been given to the suggestions at the end of the volume with the aim of making them practically serviceable and, at the same time, as free as possible from duplication of class work. This aim, the editors came to believe, could best be attained by providing for each group of selections definite suggestions of theme- subjects to be derived by the student from supplementary readings closely related to that group. F. W. R. G. R. E. MADISON, WISCONSIN, May, 1913. CONTENTS I. THE PERSONAL LIFE. PAGE 1. Self-Reliance RALPH WALDO EMERSON i 2. Early Education at Ilerne Hill JOHN RUSKIN 17 3. A Crisis in My Mental History JOHN STUART MILL 28 4. Old China CHARLES LAMB 40 II. EDUCATION. 5. What is Education? THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY 47 6. Knowledge Viewed in Relation to Learning. . . JOHN HENRY NEWMAN 52 7. Literature and Science MATTHEW ARNOLD 75 8. How to Read FREDERIC HARRISON 97 III. RECREATION AND TRAVELS. 9. On Going a Journey WILLIAM HA/LITT 116 10. Regrets of a Mountaineer. .LESLIE STEPHEN 128 IV. SOCIAL LIFE AND MANNERS. 11. Behavior RALPH WALDO EMERSON 154 12. Manners and Fashion HERBERT SPENCER 172 13. Talk and Talkers ROBERT Louis STEVENSON 184 V. PUBLIC AFFAIRS. 14- The Social Value of the College-bred WILLIAM JAMES 197 15 The Law of Human Progress HENRY GEORGE 206 16. The Morals of Trade. . . .HERBERT SPENCER 226 CONTENTS VI. SCIENCE. 17. The Physical Basis of Life. .THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY 240 1 8. Mental Powers of Men and Animals CHARLES DARWIN 263 19. The Importance of Dust. . .ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE 278 VII. NATURE. 20. The Battle of the Ants. . . .HENRY DAVID THOREAU 292 21. A Windstorm in the Forests JOHN MUIR 296 22. Walden Pond HENRY DAVID THOREAU 306 23. Extracts from Modern Painters JOHN RUSKIN 325 VIII. CONDUCT AND INNER LIFE. 24. The Stoics WILLIAM EDWARD HART- POLE LECKY 335 25. Enthusiasm of Humanity. .JOHN ROBERT SEELEY 351 26. Loyalty and Insight JOSIAH ROYCE 365 IX. LITERATURE AND ART. 27. Poetry for Poetry's Sake. . .A. C. BRADLEY 389 28. Greek Tragedy G. LOWES DICKINSON 411 29. Shakespeare THOMAS CARLYLE 423 30. Charles Lamb WALTER PATER 437 31. Dr. Heidegger's Experiment NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE 450 32. Markhcim ROBERT Louis STEVENSON 462 SUPPLEMENTARY READINGS. With some topics for Discussion and Composition. 481 ENGLISH PROSE SELF-RELIANCE l RALPH WALDO EMERSON I READ the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. Always the soul hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe 5 your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for always the inmost becomes the outmost and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets 10 of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato and Milton is that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men, but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which 15 flashes across his mind from within, more than the luster of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of 20 art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good- humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices 1 From Essays, First Series, 1841; the second half of the essay has here been omitted. 2 RALPH WALDO EMERSON is on the other side. Else to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another. 5 There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through 10 his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, 15 and another none. It is not without preestablished har- mony, this sculpture in the memory. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. Bravely let him speak the utmost syllable of his confession. We but half express ourselves, and are 20 ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. It needs a divine man to exhibit anything divine. A man is relieved and gay 25 when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. 30 Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their percep- 35tion that the Eternal was stirring at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind SELF-RELIANCE 3 the same transcendent destiny; and not pinched in a corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but redeemers and benefactors, pious aspirants to be noble clay under the Almighty effort let us advance on Chaos and the Dark. 5 What pretty oracles nature yields us on this text in the face and behavior of children, babes, and even brutes. That divided and rebel mind, that distrust of a sentiment because our arithmetic has computed the strength and means opposed to our purpose, these have not. Their mind being 10 whole, their eye is as yet unconquered, and when we look in their faces, we are disconcerted. Infancy conforms to nobody; all conform to it; so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it. So God has armed youth and puberty and manhood 15 no less with its own piquancy and charm, and made it enviable and gracious and its claims not to be put by, if it will stand by itself. Do not think the youth has no force, because he cannot speak to you and me. Hark! in the next room who spoke so clear and emphatic? Good Heaven ! it 20 is he! it is that very lump of bashfulness and phlegm which for weeks has done nothing but eat when you were by, and now rolls out these words like bell-strokes. It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or bold then, he will know how to make us seniors very 25 unnecessary. The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner, and would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to con- ciliate one, is the healthy attitude of human nature. How is a boy the master of society ! independent, irresponsible, 30 looking out from his corner on such people and facts as pass by, he tries and sentences them on their merits, iir the swift, summary way of boys, as good, bad, interesting, silly, eloquent, troublesome. He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests; he gives an independent, 35 genuine verdict. You must court him; he does not court you. But the man is as it were clapped into jail by his 4 RALPH WALDO EMERSON consciousness. As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat he is a committed person, watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds, whose affections must now enter into his account. There is no Lethe for this. Ah, that he 5 could pass again into his neutral, godlike independence! Who can thus lose all pledge and, having observed, observe again from the same unaffected, unbiased, unbribable, unaf- frighted innocence, must always be formidable, must always engage the poet's and the man's regards. Of such an 10 immortal youth the force would be felt. He would utter opinions on all passing affairs, which being seen to be not private but necessary, would sink like darts into the ear of men and put them in fear. These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they 15 grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture 20 of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs. Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered 25 by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world. I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make to a valued adviser who was wont 30 to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. On my saying, What have I to do with the sacredness of traditions, if I live wholly from within? my friend suggested, " But these impulses may be from below, not from above." I replied, " They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am 35 the devil's child, I will live then from the devil." No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; SELF-RELIANCE 5 the only right is what is after my constitution; the only wrong what is against it. A man is to carry himself in the presence of all opposition as if every thing were titular and ephemeral but he. I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large societies and 5 dead institutions. Every decent and well-spoken individual affects and sways me more than is right. I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways. If malice and vanity wear the coat of philanthropy, shall that pass? If an angry bigot assumes this bountiful cause 10 of Abolition, and comes to me with his last news from Bar- badoes, why should I not say to him, " Go love thy infant; love thy wood-chopper; be good-natured and modest; have that grace; and never varnish your hard, uncharitable ambition with this incredible tenderness for black folk a 15 thousand miles off . Thy love afar is spite at home." Rough and graceless would be such greeting, but truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none. The doctrine of hatred must be preached, as the counteraction of the doctrine of 20 love, when that pules and whines. I shun father and mother and wife and brother when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation. Expect me not to show cause why 1 25 seek or why I exclude company. Then, again, do not tell me, as a good man did to-day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee, thou foolish philanthropist, that I grudge the dollar, the dime, the cent I give to such men as do not belong to me and 30 to whom I do not belong. There is a class of persons to whom by all spiritual affinity I am bought and sold; 'for them I will go to prison if need be; but your miscellaneous popular charities; the education at college of fools; the building of meeting-houses to the vain end to which many 35 now stand; alms to sots, and the thousandfold Relief Societies; though I confess with shame I sometimes succumb 6 RALPH WALDO EMERSON and give the dollar, it is a wicked dollar, which by-and-by I shall have the manhood to withhold. Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the excep- tion than the rule. There is the man and his virtues. Men 5 do what is called a good action, as some piece of courage or charity, much as they would pay a fine in expiation of daily non-appearance on parade. Their works are done as an apology or extenuation of their living in the world, as invalids and the insane pay a high board. Their virtues are 10 penances. I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady. I wish it to be sound and sweet, and not to 15 need diet and bleeding. My life should be unique; it should be an alms, a battle, a conquest, a medicine. I ask primary evidence that you are a man, and refuse this appeal from the man to his actions. I know that for myself it makes no difference whether I do or forbear those actions which 20 are reckoned excellent. I cannot consent to pay for a priv- ilege where I have intrinsic right. Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assur- ance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony. What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the 25 people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after 30 the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. The objection to conforming to usages that have become 35 dead to you is that it scatters your force. It loses your time and blurs the impression of your character. If you main- tain a dead church, contribute to a dead Bible Society, vote SELF-RELIANCE 7 with a great party either for the Government or against it, spread your table like base housekeepers, under all these screens I have difficulty to detect the precise man you are. And of course so much force is withdrawn from your proper life. But do your thing, and I shall know you. Do your 5 work, and you shall reinforce yourself. A man must con- sider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity. If I know your sect I anticipate your argument. I hear a preacher announce for his text and topic the expediency of one of the institutions of his church. Do I not know before- 10 hand that not possibly can he say a new and spontaneous word? Do I not know that with all this ostentation of examining the grounds of the institution he will do no such thing? Do I not know that he is pledged to himself not to look but at one side, the permitted side, not as a man, but ^5 as a parish minister? He is a retained attorney, and these airs of the bench are the emptiest affectation. Well, most men have bound their eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion. This conformity makes them not false in a few 20 particulars, authors of a few lies, but false in all particulars. Their every truth is not quite true. Their two is not the real two, their four not the real four: so that every word they say chagrins us and we know not where to begin to set them right. Meantime nature is not slow to equip us 25 in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere. We come to wear one cut of face and figure, and acquire by degrees the gentlest asinine expression. There is a mortifying experience in particular, which does not fail to wreak itself also in the general history; I mean " the foolish face of praise," 30 the forced smile which we put on in company where we ^do not feel at ease, in answer to conversation which does not interest us. The muscles, not spontaneously moved but moved by a low usurping wilfulness, grow tight about the outline of the face, and make the most disagreeable sensa-35 tion; a sensation of rebuke and warning which no brave young man will suffer twice. 8 RALPH WALDO EMERSON For non-conformity the world whips you with its dis- pleasure. And therefore a man must know how to estimate a sour face. The bystanders look askance on him in the public street or in the friend's parlor. If this aversation shad its origin in contempt and resistance like his own he might well go home with a sad countenance; but the sour faces of the multitude, like their sweet faces, have no deep cause, disguise no god, but are put on and off as the wind blows and a newspaper directs. Yet is the discontent of 10 the multitude more formidable than that of the senate and the college. It is easy enough for a firm man who knows the world to brook the rage of the cultivated classes. Their rage is decorous and prudent, for they are timid, as being very vulnerable themselves. But when to their feminine 15 rage the indignation of the people is added, when the ignorant and the poor are aroused, when the unintelligent brute force that lies at the bottom of society is made to growl and mow, it needs the habit of magnanimity and religion to treat it godlike as a trifle of no concernment. 20 The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them. 25 But why should you keep your head over your shoulder? Why drag about this monstrous corpse of your memory, lest you contradict somewhat you have stated in this or that public place? Suppose you should contradict yourself; what then? It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on 30 your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory, but to bring the past for judgment into the thousand- eyed present, and live ever in a new day. Trust your emotion. In your metaphysics you have denied personality to the Deity, yet when the devout motions of the soul come, 35 yield to them heart and life, though they should clothe God with shape and color. Leave your theory, as Joseph his coat in the hand of the harlot, and flee. SELF-RELIANCE 9 A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with packthread, 5 do. Else if you would be a man speak what you think to-day in words as hard as cannon balls, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. Ah, then, exclaim the aged ladies, you shall be sure to be misunder- 10 stood! Misunderstood! It is a right fool's word. Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunder- stood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. 15 I suppose no man can violate his nature. All the sallies of his will are rounded in by the law of his being, as the inequalities of Andes and Himmaleh are insignificant in the curve of the sphere. Nor does it matter how you gauge and try him. A character is like an acrostic or Alexandrian 20 stanza; read it forward, backward, or across, it still spells the same thing. In this pleasing contrite wood-life which God allows me, let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect, and, I cannot doubt, it will be found symmetrical, though I mean it not and see it not. 25 My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects. The swallow over my window should interweave that thread or straw he carries in his bill into my web also. We pass for what we are. Character teaches above our wills. Men imagine that they communicate their virtue or vice 30 only by overt actions, and do not see that virtue or vice emit a breath every moment. Fear never but you shall be consistent in whatever variety of actions, so they be each honest and natural in their hour. For of one will, the actions will be harmonious, however 35 unlike they seem. These varieties are lost sight of when seen at a little distance, at a little height of thought. One 10 RALPH WALDO EMERSON tendency unites them all. The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks. This is only microscopic criticism. See the line from a sufficient distance, and it straightens itself to the average tendency. Your genuine 5 action will explain itself and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. Act singhy, and what you have already done singly will justify you now. Greatness always appeals to the future. If I can be great enough now to do right and scorn eyes, I must have done 10 so much right before as to defend me now. Be it how it will, do right now. Always scorn appearances and you always may. The force of character is cumulative. All the foregone days of virtue work their health into this. What makes the majesty of the heroes of the senate and the 1 5 field, which so fills the imagination? The consciousness of a train of great days and victories behind. There they all stand and shed an united light on the advancing actor. He is attended as by a visible escort of angels to every man's eye. That is it which throws thunder into Chatham's 20 voice, and dignity into Washington's port, and America into Adams's eye. Honor is venerable to us because it is no ephemeris. It is always ancient virtue. We worship it to-day because it is not of to-day. We love it and pay it homage because it is not a trap for our love and homage, 25 but is self-dependent, self-derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person. I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consistency. Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward. Instead of the gong for dinner, let us hear 30 a whistle from the Spartan fife. Let us bow and apologize never more. A great man is coming to eat at my house. I do not wish to please him; I wish that he should wish to please me. I will stand here for humanity, and though I would make it kind, I would make it true. Let us affront 35 and reprimand the smooth mediocrity and squalid content- ment of the times, and hurl in the face of custom and trade and office, the fact which is the upshot of all history, that SELF-RELIANCE 11 there is a great responsible Thinker and Actor moving wherever moves a man; that a true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the center of things. Where he is, there is nature. He measures you and all men and all events. You are constrained to accept his standard. 5 Ordinarily, every body in society reminds us of somewhat else, or of some other person. Character, reality, reminds you of nothing else; it takes place of the whole creation. The man must be so much that he must make all circum- stances indifferent put all means into the shade. This 10 all great men are and do. Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his thought; and posterity seem to follow his steps as a procession. A man Caesar is born, and for ages after we have a Roman Empire. Christ 15 is born, and millions of minds so grow and cleave to his genius that he is confounded with virtue and the possible of man. An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man; as, the Reformation, of Luther; Quakerism, of Fox; Methodism, of Wesley; Abolition, of Clarkson. Scipio, 20 Milton called " the height of Rome;" and all history resolves itself very easily into the biography of a few stout and earnest persons. Let a man then know his worth, and keep things under his feet. Let him not peep or steal, or skulk up and down 25 with the air of a charity-boy, a bastard, or an interloper in the world which exists for him. But the man in the street, finding no worth in himself which corresponds to the force which built a tower or sculptured a marble god, feels poor when he looks on these. To him a palace, a statue, or a 30 costly book has an alien and forbidding air, much like a gay equipage, and seems to say like that, "Who are you, sir?" Yet they all are his, suitors for his notice, petitioners to his faculties that they will come out and take possession. The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, ^5 but I am to settle its claim to praise. That popular fable of the sot who was picked up dead drunk in the street, 12 RALPH WALDO EMERSON carried to the duke's house, washed and dressed and laid in the duke's bed, and, on his waking, treated with all obsequious ceremony like the duke, and assured that he had been insane owes its popularity to the fact that it symbolizes 5 so well the state of man, who is in the world a sort of sot, but now and then wakes up, exercises his reason and finds himself a true prince. Our reading is mendicant and sycophantic. In history our imagination makes fools of us, plays us false. Kingdom 10 and lordship, power and estate, are a gaudier vocabulary than private John and Edward in a small house and common day's work: but the things of life are the same to both: the sum total of both is the same. Why all this deference to Alfred and Scanderbeg and Gustavus? Suppose they were 15 virtuous; did they wear out virtue? As great a stake depends on your private act to-day as followed their public and renowned steps. When private men shall act with original views, the luster will be transferred from the actions of kings to those of gentlemen. 20 The world has indeed been instructed by its kings, who have so magnetized the eyes of nations. It has been taught by this colossal symbol the mutual reverence that is due from man to man. The joyful loyalty with which men have everywhere suffered the king, the noble, or the great pro- 2S prietor to walk among them by a law of his own, make his own scale of men and things and reverse theirs, pay for benefits not with money but with honor, and represent the Law in his person, was the hieroglyphic by which they obscurely signified their consciousness of their own right and 30 comeliness, the right of every man. The magnetism which all original action exerts is explained when we inquire the reason of self-trust. Who is the Trustee? What is the aboriginal Self, on which a universal reliance may be grounded? What is the nature and power of that 35 science-baffling star, without parallax, without calculable elements, which shoots a ray of beauty even into trivial and impure actions, if the least mark of independence appear? SELF-RELIANCE 13 The inquiry leads us to that source, at once the essence of genius, the essence of virtue, and the essence of life, which we call Spontaneity or Instinct. We denote this primary wisdom as Intuition, whilst all later teachings are tuitions. In that deep force, the last fact behind which analysis cannot s go, all things find their common origin. For the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them and proceedeth obviously from the same source whence their life and being also pro- 10 ceedeth. We first share the life by which things exist and afterward see them as appearances in nature and forget that we have shared their cause. Here is the fountain of action and the fountain of thought. Here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom, of that inspira- 15 tion of man which cannot be denied without impiety and atheism. We lie in the lap of immense intelligence, which makes us organs of its activity and receivers of its truth. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing of ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams. If 20 we ask whence this comes, if we seek to pry into the soul that causes all metaphysics, all philosophy is at fault. Its presence or its absence is all we can affirm. Every man discerns between the voluntary acts of his mind and his in- voluntary perceptions. And to his involuntary perceptions 25 he knows a perfect respect is due. He may err in the expres- sion of them, but he knows that these things are so, like day and night, not to be disputed. All my wilful actions and acquisitions are but roving; the most trivial reverie, the faintest native emotion, are domestic and divine. 30 Thoughtless people contradict as readily the statement of perceptions as of opinions, or rather much more readily; for they do not distinguish between perception and notion. They fancy that I choose to see this or that thing. But perception is not whimsical, but fatal. If I see a trait, my 35 children will see it after me, and in course of time all mankind, although it may chance that no one has seen it 14 RALPH WALDO EMERSON before me. For my perception of it is as much a fact as the sun. The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure that it is profane to seek to interpose helps. It must be 5 that when God speaketh he should communicate, not one thing, but all things; should fill the woild with his voice; should scatter forth light, nature, time, souls, from the center of the present thought; and new date and new create the whole. Whenever a mind is simple and receives a divine 10 wisdom, then old things pass away, means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now, and absorbs past and future into the present hour. All things are made sacred by relation to it, one thing as much as another. All things are dissolved to their center by their cause, and in the universal miracle 1 5 petty and particular miracles disappear. This is and must be. If therefore a man claims to know and speak of God and carries you backward to the phraseology of some old moldered nation in another country, in another world, believe him not. Is the acorn better than the oak which 20 is its fulness and completion? Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence then this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and majesty of the soul. Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye maketh, but the 25 soul is light; where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an impertinence and an injury if it be any thing more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming. Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright; he 30 dares not say " I think," " I am," but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blow- ing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. 35 There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless SELF-RELIANCE 15 root there is no less. Its nature is satisfied and it satisfies nature in all moments alike. There is no time to it. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the 5 future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time. This should be plain enough. Yet see what strong intel- lects dare not yet hear God himself unless he speak the phraseology of I know not what David, or Jeremiah, or 10 Paul. We shall not always set so great a price on a few texts, on a few lives. We are like children who repeat by rote the sentences of grandamcs and tutors, and, as they grow older, of the men of talents and character they chance to see, painfully recollecting the exact words they spoke; 15 afterward, when they come into the point of view which those had who uttered these sayings, they understand them and are willing to let the words go; for at any time they can use words as good when occasion comes. So was it with us, so will it be, if we proceed. If we live truly, we shall see 20 truly. It is as easy for the strong man to be strong, as it is for the weak to be weak. When we have new perception, we shall gladly disburden the memory of its hoarded treas- ures as old rubbish. When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle 25 of the corn. And now at last the highest truth on this subject remains unsaid; probably cannot be said; for all that we say is the far off remembering of the intuition: That thought, by what I can now nearest approach to say it, is this: When 30 good is near you, when you have life in yourself, it is not by any known or appointed way; you shall not discern Ihe foot-prints of any other; you shall not see the face of man; you shall not hear any name; the way, the thought, the good, shall be wholly strange and new. It shall exclude all 35 other being. You take the way from man, not to man. All persons that ever existed are its fugitive ministers. There 16 RALPH WALDO EMERSON shall be no fear in it. Fear and hope are alike beneath it. It asks nothing. There is somewhat low even in hope. We are then in vision. There is nothing that can be called grat- itude, nor properly joy. The soul is raised over passion. Sit seeth identity and eternal causation. It is a perceiving that Truth and Right are. Hence it becomes a Tranquillity out of the knowing that all things go well. Vast spaces of nature; the Atlantic Ocean, the South Sea; vast intervals of time, years, centuries, are of no account. This which 10 1 think and feel underlay that former state of life and circum- stances, as it does underlie my present and will always all circumstances, and what is called life and what is called death. EARLY EDUCATION AT HERNE HILL l JOHN RUSKIN WHEN I was about four years old my father found himself able to buy the lease of a house on Herne Hill, a rustic eminence four miles south of the " Standard in Cornhill "; of which the leafy seclusion remains, in all essential points of character, unchanged to this day: certain Gothic splen- s dours, lately indulged in by our wealthier neighbours, being the only serious innovations; and these are so graciously concealed by the fine trees of their grounds, that the passing viator remains unappalled by them; and I can still walk up and down the piece of road between the Fox tavern and 10 the Herne Hill station, imagining myself four years old. Our house was the northernmost of a group which stand accurately on the top or dome of the hill, where the ground is for a small space level, as the snows are, (I understand), on the dome of Mont Blanc; presently falling, however, 15 in what may be, in the London clay formation, considered a precipitous slope, to our valley of Chamouni (or of Dul \vich) on the east; and with a softer descent into Cold Harbor lane on the west: on the south, no less beautifully declining to the dale of the Effra, (doubtless shortened from Effrena, 20 signifying the " Unbridled " river; recently, I regret to say, bricked over for the convenience of Mr. Biffin, chemist, and others); while on the north, prolonged indeed with slight depression some half mile or so, and receiving, in the parish of Lambeth, the chivalric title of " Champion Hill," 25 it plunges down at last to efface itself in the plains of Peck- ham, and the rural barbarism of Goose Green. 1 From ' rraeterita," 1885, Vol. I, Chapter II. 17 18 JOHN RUSKIN The group, of which our house was the quarter, consisted of two precisely similar partner-couples of houses, gardens and all to match; still the two highest blocks of buildings seen from Norwood on the crest of the ridge; so that the 5 house itself, three-storied, with garrets above, commanded, in those comparatively smokeless days, a very notable view from its garret windows, of the Norwood hills on one side, and the winter sunrise over them; and of the valley of the Thames on the other, with Windsor telescopically clear in 10 the distance, and Harrow, conspicuous always in fine weather to open vision against the summer sunset. It had front and back garden in sufficient proportion to its size; the front, richly set with old evergreens, and well-grown lilac and laburnum; the back, seventy yards long by twenty wide, 1 5 renowned over all the hill for its pears and apples, which had been chosen with extreme care by our predecessor, (shame on me to forget the name of a man to whom I owe so much!) and possessing also a strong old mulberry tree, a tall white-heart cherry tree, a black Kentish one, and an 20 almost unbroken hedge, all round, of alternate gooseberry and currant bush; decked, in due season, (for the ground was wholly beneficent), with magical splendour of abundant fruit: fresh green, soft amber, and rough-bristled crimson bending the spinous branches; clustered pearl and pendent 25 ruby joyfully discoverable under the large leaves that looked like vine. The differences of primal importance which I observed between the nature of this garden, and that of Eden, as I had imagined it, were, that, in this one, all the fruit was forbidden ; 30 and there were no companionable beasts: in other respects the little domain answered every purpose of paradise to me; and the climate, in that cycle of our years, allowed me to pass most of my life in it. My mother never gave me more to learn than she knew I could easily get learnt, if I set 35 myself honestly to work, by twelve o'clock. She never allowed anything to disturb me when my task was set; if it was not said rightly by twelve o'clock, I was kept in till EARLY EDUCATION AT IIERNE HILL 19 I knew it, and in general, even when Latin Grammar came to supplement the Psalms, I was my own master for at least an hour before half-past one dinner, and for the rest of the afternoon. My mother, herself finding her chief personal pleasure in 5 her flowers, was often planting or pruning beside me, at least if I chose to stay beside her. I never thought of doing anything behind her back which I would not have done before her face; and her presence was therefore no restraint to me; but, also, no particular pleasure, for, from having always I0 been left so much alone, I had generally my own little affairs to see after; and, on the whole, by the time I was seven years old, was already getting too independent, mentally, even of my father and mother; and, having nobody else to be dependent upon, began to lead a very small, I5 perky, contented, conceited, Cock-Robinson-Crusoe sort of life, in the central point which it appeared to me, (as it must naturally appear to geometrical animals), that I occupied in the universe. This was partly the fault of my father's modesty; and 20 partly of his pride. He had so much more confidence in my mother's judgment as to such matters than in his own, that he never ventured even to help, much less to cross her, in the conduct of my education; on the other hand, in the fixed purpose of making an ecclesiastical gentleman of me, with the 25 superfinest of manners, and access to the highest circles of fleshly and spiritual society, the visits to Croydon, where I entirely loved my aunt, and young baker-cousins, became rarer and more rare: the society of our neighbours on the hill could not be had without breaking up our regular and sweetly , selfish manner of living; and on the whole, I had nothing animate to care for, in a childish way, but myself, some nests of ants, which the gardener would never leave undis- turbed for me, and a sociable bird or two; though I never had the sense or perseverance to make one really tame. 35 But that was partly because, if ever I managed to bring one to be the least trustful of me, the cats got it. 20 JOHN RUSKIN Under these circumstances, what powers of imagination I possessed, either fastened themselves on inanimate things, the sky, the leaves, and pebbles, observable within the walls of Eden, or caught at any opportunity of flight into 5 regions of romance, compatible with the objective realities of existence in the nineteenth century, within a mile and a quarter of Camberwell Green. Herein my father, happily, though with no definite intention other than of pleasing me, when he found he could 10 do so without infringing any of my mother's rules, became my guide. I was particularly fond of watching him shave; and was always allowed to come into his room in the morning (under the one in which I am now writing), to be the motion- less witness of that operation. Over his dressing-table 15 hung one of his own water-colour drawings, made under the teaching of the elder Nasmyth; I believe, at the High School of Edinburgh. It was done in the early manner of tinting, which, just about the time when my father was at the High School, Dr. Munro was teaching Turner; namely, 20 in gray under-tints of Prussian blue and British ink, washed with warm colour afterwards on the lights. It represented Conway Castle, with its Frith, and, in the foreground, a cottage, a fisherman, and a boat at the water's edge. When my father had finished shaving, he always told me a 25 story about this picture. The custom began without any initial purpose of his, in consequence of my troublesome curiosity whether the fisherman lived in the cottage, and where he was going to in the boat. It being settled, for peace' sake, that he did live in the cottage, and was going in the 3 o boat to fish near the castle, the plot of the drama afterwards gradually thickened; and became, I believe, involved with that of the tragedy of Douglas, and of the Castle Specter, in both of which pieces my father had performed in private theatricals, before my mother, and a select Edinburgh 35 audience, when he was a boy of sixteen, and she, at grave twenty, a model housekeeper, and very scornful and religiously suspicious of theatricals. But she was never EARLY EDUCATION AT HERNE HILL 21 weary of telling me, in later years, how beautiful my father looked in his Highland dress, with the high black feathers. In the afternoons, when my father returned (always punctually) from his business, he dined, at half-past four, in the front parlour, my mother sitting beside him to hear the 5 events of the day, and give counsel and encouragement with respect to the same; chiefly the last, for my father was apt to be vexed if orders for sherry fell the least short of their due standard, even for a day or two. I was never present at this time, however, and only avouch what I relate by 10 hearsay and probable conjecture; for between four and six it would have been a grave misdemeanour in me if I so much as approached the parlour door. After that, in summer time, we were all in the garden as long as the day lasted; tea under the white-heart cherry tree; or in winter and 15 rough weather, at six o'clock in the drawing-room, I having my cup of milk, and slice of bread-and-butter, in a little recess, with a table in front of it, wholly sacred to me; and in which I remained in the evenings as an Idol in a niche, while my mother knitted, and my father read to her, and 20 to me, so far as I chose to listen. The series of the Waverley novels, then drawing towards its close, was still the chief source of delight in all house- holds caring for literature; and I can no more recollect the time when I did not know them than when I did not know the 25 Bible; but I have still a vivid remembrance of my father's intense expression of sorrow mixed with scorn, as he threw down Count Robert of Paris, after reading three or four pages; and knew that the life of Scott was ended: the scorn being a very complex and bitter feeling in him, 30 partly, indeed, of the book itself, but chiefly of the wretches who were tormenting and selling the wrecked intellect, and not a little, deep down, of the subtle dishonesty which had essentially caused the ruin. My father never could forgive Scott his concealment of the Ballantyne partnership. 35 Such being the salutary pleasures of Herne Hill, I have next with deeper gratitude to chronicle what I owe to my 22 JOHN RUSKIN mother for the resolutely consistent lessons which so exercised me in the Scriptures as to make every word of them familiar to my ear in habitual music, yet in that familiarity rever- enced, as transcending all thought, and ordaining all con- 5 duct. This she effected, not by her own sayings or personal authority; but simply by compelling me to read the book thoroughly, for myself. As soon as I was able to read with fluency, she began a course of Bible work with me, which 10 never ceased till I went to Oxford. She read alternate verses with me, watching, at first, every intonation of my voice, and correcting the false ones, till she made me under- stand the verse, if within my reach, rightly, and energetic- ally. It might be beyond me altogether; that she did not 15 care about; but she made sure that as soon as I got hold of it at all, I should get hold of it by the right end. In this way she began with the first verse of Genesis, and went straight through, to the last verse of the Apocalypse; hard names, numbers, Levitical law, and all; and began 20 again at Genesis the next day. If a name was hard, the better the exercise in pronunciation, if the chapter was tiresome, the better lesson in patience, if loathsome, the better lesson in faith that there was some use in its being so outspoken. After our chapters, (from two to three a day, 25 according to their length, the first thing after breakfast, and no interruption from servants allowed, none from visitors, who either joined in the reading or had to stay upstairs, and none from any visitings or excursions, except real travelling), I had to learn a few verses by heart, or 30 repeat, to make sure I had not lost, something of what was already known; and, with the chapters thus gradually possessed from the first word to the last, I had to learn the whole body of the fine old Scottish paraphrases, which are good, melodious, and forceful verse; and to which, 35 together with the Bible itself, I owe the first cultivation of my ear in sound. It is strange that of all the pieces of the Bible which my EARLY EDUCATION AT HERNE HILL 23 mother thus taught me, that which cost me most to learn, and which was, to my child's mind, chiefly repulsive the ngth Psalm has now become of all the most precious to me, in its overflowing and glorious passion of love for the Law of God, in opposition to the abuse of it by modern 5 preachers of what they imagine to be His gospel. But it is only by deliberate effort that I recall the long morning hours of toil, as regular as sunrise, toil on both sides equal, by which, year after year, my mother forced me to learn these paraphrases, and chapters, (the eighth of 10 ist Kings being one try it, good reader, in a leisure hour!) allowing not so much as a syllable to be missed or misplaced; while every sentence was required to be said over and over again till she was satisfied with the accent of it. I recollect a struggle between us of about three weeks, concerning the 15 accent of the " of " in the lines " Shall any following spring revive The ashes of the urn? " I insisting, partly in childish obstinacy, and partly in true instinct for rhythm, (being wholly careless on the subject 20 both of urns and their contents) , on reciting it with an accented of. It was not, I say, till after three weeks' labor, that my mother got the accent lightened on the " of " and laid on the " ashes," to her mind. But had it taken three years she would have done it, having once undertaken to do it. And, 25 assuredly, had she not done it, well, there's no knowing what would have happened; but I'm very thankful she did. I have just opened my oldest (in use) Bible, a small, closely, and very neatly printed volume it is, printed in Edinburgh by Sir D. Hunter Blair and J. Bruce, Printers 30 to the King's Most Excellent Majesty, in 1816. Yellow, now, with age, and flexible, but not unclean, with much use, except that the lower corners of the pages at 8th of ist Kings, and 32d Deuteronomy, are worn somewhat thin and dark, the learning of these two chapters having cost me 35 much pains. My mother's list of the chapters with which, 24 JOHN KUSKIN thus learned, she established my soul in life, has just fallen out of it. I will take what indulgence the incurious reader can give me, for printing the list thus accidentally occurrent: Exodus, chapters isth and soth. 5 2 Samuel, ist, from i7th verse to end. i Kings, 8th. Psalms, ssd, 32d, goth, gist, iO3d, nath, ngth, Proverbs, 2d, 3d, 8th, I2th. Isaiah, 58th. 10 Matthew, 5th, 6th, yth. Acts, 26th. i Corinthians, i3th, isth. James, 4th. Revelation, 5th, 6th. 15 And, truly, though I have picked up the elements of a little further knowledge in mathematics, meteorology, and the like, in after life, and owe not a little to the teach- ing of many people, this maternal installation of my mind in that property of chapters, I count very confidently the most 20 precious, and, on the whole, the one essential part of all my education. And it is perhaps already time to mark what advantage and mischief, by the chances of life up to seven years old, had been irrevocably determined for me. 25 I will first count my blessings (as a not unwise friend once recommended me to do, continually; whereas I have a bad trick of always numbering the thorns in my fingers and not the bones in them). And for best and truest beginning of all blessings, I had 30 been taught the perfect meaning of Peace, in thought, act, and word. I never had heard my father's or mother's voice once raised in any question with each other; nor seen an angry, or even slightly hurt or offended, glance in the eyes of either. 35 I had never heard a servant scolded; nor even suddenly, passionately, or in any severe manner, blamed. I had never seen a moment's trouble or disorder in any household matter; EARLY EDUCATION AT HERNE HILL 25 nor anything whatever either done in a hurry, or undone in due time. I had no conception of such a feeling -as anxiety; my father's occasional vexation in the afternoons, when he had only got an order for twelve butts after expect- ing one for fifteen, as I have just stated, was never man- 5 ifested to me; and itself related only to the question whether his name would be a step higher or lower in the year's list of sherry exporters; for he never spent more than half his income, and therefore found himself little incommoded by occasional variations in the total of it. I had never done 10 any wrong that I knew of beyond occasionally delaying the commitment to heart of some improving sentence, that I might watch a wasp on the window pane, or a bird in the cherry tree; and I had never seen any grief. Next to this quite priceless gift of Peace, I had received 15 the perfect understanding of the natures of Obedience and Faith. I obeyed word, or lifted finger, of father or mother, simply as a ship her helm ; not only without idea of resistance, but receiving the direction as a part of my own life and force, a helpful law, as necessary to me in every moral action 20 as the law of gravity in leaping. And my practice in Faith was soon complete: nothing ever threatened me that was not inflicted, and nothing ever told me that was not true. Peace, obedience, faith; these three for chief good; next to these, the habit of fixed attention with both eyes and mind 25 on which I will not further enlarge at this moment, this being the main practical faculty of my life, causing Mazzini to say of me, in conversation authentically reported, a year or two before his death, that I had " the most analytic mind in Europe." An opinion in which, so far as I am acquainted 30 with Europe, I am myself entirely disposed to concur. Lastly, an extreme perfection in palate and all other bodily senses, given by the utter prohibition of cake, wine, comfits, or, except in carefulest restriction, fruit; and by fine prepara- tion of what food was given me. Such I esteem the main 35 blessings of my childhood; next, let me count the equally dominant calamities. 26 JOHN RUSKIN First, that I had nothing to love. My parents were in a sort visible powers of nature to me, no more loved than the sun and the moon: only I should have been annoyed and puzzled if either of them had gone 5 out; (how much, now, when both are darkened!) still less did I love God; not that I had any quarrel with Him, or fear of Him; but simply found what people told me was His service, disagreeable; and what people told me was His book, not entertaining. I had no companions to quarrel 10 with, neither; nobody to assist, and nobody to thank. Not a servant was ever allowed to do anything for me, but what it was their duty to do; and why should I have been grateful to the cook for cooking, or the gardener for garden- ing, when the one dared not give me a baked potato with- 15 out asking leave, and the other would not let my ants' nests alone, because they made the walks untidy? The evil con- sequence of all this was not, however, what might perhaps have been expected, that I grew up selfish or unaffectionate ; but that, when affection did come, it came with violence 20 utterly rampant and unmanageable, at least by me, who never before had anything to manage. For (second of chief calamities) I had nothing to endure. Danger or pain of any kind I knew not: my strength was never exercised, my patience never tried, and my courage 25 never fortified. Not that I was ever afraid of anything, either ghosts, thunder, or beasts; and one of the nearest approaches to insubordination which I was ever tempted into as a child, was in passionate effort to get leave to play with the lion's cubs in Wombwell's menagerie. 30 Thirdly, I was taught no precision nor etiquette of man- ners; it was enough if, in the little society we saw, I remained unobtrusive, and replied to a question without shyness: but the shyness came later, and increased as I grew conscious of the rudeness arising from the want of social discipline, 35 and found it impossible to acquire, jn advanced life, dexterity in any bodily exercise, skill in any pleasing accomplishment, or ease and tact in ordinary behaviour. EARLY EDUCATION AT HERNE HILL 27 Lastly, and chief of evils. My judgment of right and wrong, and powers of independent action, were left entirely undeveloped; because the bridle and blinkers were never taken off me. Children should have their times of being off duty, like soldiers; and when once the obedience, if required, 5 is certain, the little creature should be very early put for periods of practice in complete command of itself; set on the barebacked horse of its own will, and left to break it by its own strength. But the ceaseless authority exercised over my youth left me, when cast out at last into the world, 10 unable for some time to do more than drift with its vortices. My present verdict, therefore, on the general tenor of my education at that time, must be, that it was at once too formal and too luxurious; leaving my character, at the most important moment for its construction, cramped indeed, 15 but not disciplined; and only by protection innocent, instead of by practice virtuous. A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 1 JOHN STUART MILL FROM the winter of 1821, when I first read Bentham, and especially from the commencement of the Westminster Review, I had what might truly be called an object in life; to be a reformer of the world. My conception of my own 5 happiness was entirely identified with this object. The personal sympathies I wished for were those of fellow labourers in this enterprise. I endeavoured to pick up as many flowers as I could by the way; but as a serious and permanent personal satisfaction to rest upon, my whole 10 reliance was placed on this; and I was accustomed to felicitate myself on the certainty of a happy life which I enjoyed, through placing my happiness in something durable and distant, in which some progress might be always making, while it could never be exhausted by complete attainment. 15 This did very well for several years, during which the general improvement going on in the world and the idea of myself as engaged with others in struggling to promote it, seemed enough to fill up an interesting and animated existence. But the time came when I awakened from this as from a 20 dream. It was in the autumn of 1826. I was in a dull state of nerves, such as everybody is occasionally liable to; unsusceptible to enjoyment or pleasurable excitement; one of those moods when what is pleasure at other times, becomes insipid or indifferent; the state, I should think, 25 in which converts to Methodism usually are, when smitten by their first "' conviction of sin." In this frame of mind it occurred to me to put the question directly to myself: 1 From Chapter V of the Autobiography, 1874. 28 A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 29 " Suppose that all your objects in life were realised; that all the changes in institutions and opinions which you are looking forward to, could be completely effected at this very instant : would this be a great joy and happiness to you?" And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered, 5 "No!" At this my heart sank within me: the whole founda- tion on which my life was constructed fell down. All my happiness was to have been found in the continual pursuit of this end. The end had ceased to charm, and how could there ever again be any interest in the means? I seemed to 10 have nothing left to live for. At first I hoped that the cloud would pass away of itself; but it did not. A night's sleep, the sovereign remedy for the smaller vexations of life, had no effect on it. I awoke to a renewed consciousness of the woful fact. I carried it 15 with me into all companies, into all occupations. Hardly anything had power to cause me even a few minutes' oblivion of it. For some months the cloud seemed to grow thicker and thicker. The lines in Coleridge's " Dejection " I was not then acquainted with them exactly describe my case: 20 " A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief In word, or sigh, or tear." In vain I sought relief from my favourite books; those 25 memorials of past nobleness and greatness from which I had always hitherto drawn strength and animation. I read them now without feeling, or with the accustomed feeling minus all its charm; and I became persuaded, that my love of mankind, and of excellence for its own sake, had worn 30 itself out. I sought no comfort by speaking to others 1 of what I felt. If I had loved any one sufficiently to make confiding my griefs a necessity, I should not have been in the condition I was. I felt, too, that mine was not an inter- esting, or in any way respectable distress. There was 35 nothing in it to attract sympathy. Advice, if I had known 30 JOHN STUART MILL where to seek it, would have been most precious. The words of Macbeth to the physician often occurred to my thoughts. But there was no one on whom I could build the faintest hope of such assistance. My father, to whom 5 it would have been natural to me to have recourse in any practical difficulties, was the last person to whom, in such a case as this, I looked for help. Everything convinced me that he had no knowledge of any such mental state as I was suffering from, and that even if he could be made 10 to understand it, he was not the physician who could heal it. My education, which was wholly his work, had been conducted without any regard to the possibility of its end- ing in this result; and I saw no use in giving him the pain of thinking that his plans had failed, when the failure was 1 5 probably irremediable, and, at all events, beyond the power of his remedies. Of other friends, I had at that time none to whom I had any hope of making my condition intelligible. It was, however, abundantly intelligible to myself; and the more I dwelt upon it, the more hopeless it appeared. 20 My course of study had led me to believe, that all mental and moral feelings and qualities, whether of a good or of a bad kind, were the results of association; that we love one thing, and hate another, take pleasure in one sort of action or contemplation, and pain in another sort, through the 25 clinging of pleasurable or painful ideas to those things, from the effect of education or of experience. As a corollary from this, I had always heard it maintained by my father, and was myself convinced, that the object of education should be to form the strongest possible associations of the 30 salutary class; associations of pleasure with all things benefi- cial to the great whole, and of pain with all things hurtful to it. This doctrine appeared inexpugnable; but it now seemed to me, on retrospect, that my teachers had occupied themselves but superficially with the means of forming 35 and keeping up these salutary associations. They seemed to have trusted altogether to the old familiar instruments, praise and blame, reward and punishment. Now, I did not A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 31 doubt that by these means, begun early, and applied unre- mittingly, intense associations of pain and pleasure, espe- cially of pain, might be created, and might produce desires and aversions capable of lasting undiminished to the end of life. But there must always be something artificial and 5 casual in associations thus produced. The pains and pleas- ures thus forcibly associated with things, are not connected with them by any natural tie; and it is therefore, I thought, essential to the durability of these associations, that they should have become so intense and inveterate as to beio practically indissoluble, before the habitual exercise of the power of analysis had commenced. For I now saw, or thought I saw, what I had always before received with incredulity that the habit of analysis has a tendency to wear away the feelings: as indeed it has, when no other 15 mental habit is cultivated, and the analysing spirit remains without its natural complements and correctives. The very excellence of analysis (I argued) is that it tends to weaken and undermine whatever is the result of prejudice; that it enables us mentally to separate ideas which have only casually 20 clung together: and no associations whatever could ultimately resist this dissolving force, were it not that we owe to analysis our clearest knowledge of the permanent sequences in nature; the real connections between Things, not dependent on our will and feelings; natural laws, by virtue of which, in many 25 cases, one thing is inseparable from another in fact; which laws, in proportion as they are clearly perceived and imagin- atively realised, cause our ideas of things which are always joined together in Nature, to cohere more and more closely in our thoughts. Analytic habits may thus even strengthen ^ the associations between causes and effects, means and ends, but tend altogether to weaken those which are, to speak familiarly, a mere matter of feeling. They are therefore (I thought) favourable to prudence and clear-sightedness, but a perpetual worm at the root both of the passions and 3 - of the virtues; and, above all, fearfully undermine all desires, and all pleasures, which are the effects of associa- 32 JOHN STUART MILL tion, that is, according to the theory I held, all except the purely physical and organic; of the entire insufficiency of which to make life desirable, no one had a stronger con- viction than I had. These were the laws of human nature, 5 by which, as it seemed to me, I had been brought to my present state. All those to whom I looked up, were of opinion that the pleasure of sympathy with human beings, and the feelings which made the good of others, and espe- cially of mankind on a large scale, the object of existence, 10 were the greatest and surest sources of happiness. Of the truth of this I was convinced, but to know that a feeling would make me happy if I had it, did not give me the feel- ing. My education, I thought, had failed to create these feelings in sufficient strength to resist the dissolving influence 15 of analysis, while the whole course of my intellectual cultiva- tion had made precocious and premature analysis the inveterate habit of my mind. I was thus, as I said to myself, left stranded at the commencement of my voyage, with a well-equipped ship and a rudder, but no sail; without any 20 real desire for the ends which I had been so carefully fitted out to work for: no delight in virtue, or the general good, but also just as little in anything else. The fountains of vanity and ambition seemed to have dried up within me, as completely as those of benevolence. I had had (as I 25 reflected) some gratification of vanity at too early an age: I had obtained some distinction, and felt myself of some importance, before the desire of distinction and of import- ance had grown into a passion: and little as it was which I had attained, yet having been attained too early, like all 30 pleasures enjoyed too soon, it had made me blase and indif- ferent to the pursuit. Thus neither selfish nor unselfish pleasures were pleasures to me. And there seemed no power in nature sufficient to begin the formation of my character anew, and create in a mind now irretrievably 35 analytic, fresh associations of pleasure with any of the objects of human desire. These were the thoughts which mingled with the dry A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 33 heavy dejection of the melancholy winter of 1826-7. Dur- ing this time I was not incapable of my usual occupations. I went on with them mechanically, by the mere force of habit. I had been so drilled in a certain sort of mental exercise, that I could still carry it on when all the spirit 5 had gone out of it. I even composed and spoke several speeches at the debating society, how, or with what degree of success, I know not. Of four years' continual speaking at that society, this is the only year of which I remember next to nothing. Two lines of Coleridge, in whom alone 10 of all writers I have found a true description of what I felt, were often in my thoughts, not at this time (for I had never read them), but in a later period of the same mental malady: " Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live." 15 In all probability my case was by no means so peculiar as I fancied it, and I doubt not that many others have passed through a similar state; but the idiosyncrasies of my educa- tion had given to the general phenomenon a special char- acter, which made it seem the natural effect of causes that 20 it was hardly possible for time to remove. I frequently asked myself, if I could, or if I was bound to go on living, when life must be passed in this manner. I generally answered to myself, that I did not think I could possibly bear it beyond a year. When, however, not more than half that 25 duration of time had clasped, a small ray of light broke in upon my gloom. I was reading, accidentally, Marmontel's " Memoires," and came to the passage which relates his father's death, the distressed position of the family, and the sudden inspiration by which he, then a mere boy, felt and 30 made them feel that he would be everything to them 1 would supply the place of all that they had lost. A vivid conception of the scene and its feelings came over me, and I was moved to tears. From this moment my burden grew lighter. The oppression of the thought that all feeling 35 was dead within me, was gone. I was no longer hopeless: 34 JOHN STUART MILL I was not a stock or a stone. I had still, it seemed, some of the material out of which all worth of character, and all capacity for happiness, are made. Relieved from my ever present sense of irremediable wretchedness, I gradually S found that the ordinary incidents of life could again give me some pleasure; that I could again find enjoyment, not intense, but sufficient for cheerfulness, in sunshine and sky, in books, in conversation, in public affairs; and that there was, once more, excitement, though of a moderate 10 kind, in exerting myself for my opinions, and for the public good. Thus the cloud gradually drew off, and I again enjoyed life: and though I had several relapses, some of which lasted many months, I never again was as miserable as I had been. 15 The experiences of this period had two very marked effects on my opinions and character. In the first place, they led me to adopt a theory of life, very unlike that on which I had before acted, and having much in common with what at that time I certainly had never heard of, 20 the anti-self-consciousness theory of Carlyle. I never, indeed, wavered in the conviction that happiness is the test of all rules of conduct, and the end of life. But I now thought that this end was only to be attained by not making it the direct end. Those only are happy (I thought) who 25 have their minds fixed on some object other than their own happiness; on the happiness of others, on the improvement of mankind, even on some art or pursuit, followed not as a means, but as itself an ideal end. Aiming thus at something else, they find happiness by the way. The enjoyments of 30 life (such was now my theory) are sufficient to make it a pleasant thing, when they are taken en passant, without being made a principal object. Once make them so, and they are immediately felt to be insufficient. They will not bear a scrutinising examination. Ask yourself whether you are 35 happy, and you cease to be so. The only chance is to treat, not happiness, but some end external to it, as the purpose of life. Let your self-consciousness, your scrutiny, your A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 35 self-interrogation, exhaust themselves on that; and if otherwise fortunately circumstanced you will inhale hap- piness with the air you breathe, without dwelling on it or thinking about it, without either forestalling it in imagina- tion, or putting it to flight by fatal questioning. This 5 theory now became the basis of my philosophy of life. And I still hold to it as the best theory for all those who have but a moderate degree of sensibility and of capacity for enjoyment, that is, for the great majority of mankind. The other important change which my opinions at this 10 time underwent, was that I, for the first time, gave its proper place, among the prime necessities of human well-being, to the internal culture of the individual. I ceased to attach almost exclusive importance to the ordering of outward circumstances, and the training of the human being for 15 speculation and for action. I had now learnt by experience that the passive suscept- ibilities needed to be cultivated as well as the active capac- ities, and required to be nourished and enriched as well as guided. I did not, for an instant, lose sight of, or under- 20 value, that part of the truth which I had seen before; I never turned recreant to intellectual culture, or ceased to consider the power and practice of analysis as an essential condition both of individual and of social improvement. But I thought that it had consequences which required to 25 be corrected, by joining other kinds of cultivation with it. The maintenance of a due balance among the faculties, now seemed to me of primary importance. The cultiva- tion of the feelings became one of the cardinal points in my ethical and philosophical creed. And my thoughts and 30 inclinations turned in an increasing degree towards what- ever seemed capable of being instrumental to that object. I now began to find meaning in the things which I had read or heard about the importance of poetry and art as instru- ments of human culture. But it was some time longer before 35 I began to know this by personal experience. The only one of the imaginative arts in which I had from childhood 36 JOHN STUART MILL taken great pleasure, was music; the best effect of which (and in this it surpasses perhaps every other art) consists in exciting enthusiasm; in winding up to a high pitch those feelings of an elevated kind which are already in the char- 5 acter, but to which this excitement gives a glow and a fervour, which, though transitory at its utmost height, is precious for sustaining them at other times. This effect of music I had often experienced; but like all my pleasurable sus- ceptibilities it was suspended during the gloomy period. 10 1 had sought relief again and again from this quarter, but found none. After the tide had turned, and I was in proc- ess of recovery, I had been helped forward by music, but in a much less elevated manner. I at this time first became acquainted with Weber's Oberon, and the extreme pleasure 15 which I drew from its delicious melodies did me good, by showing me a source of pleasure to which I was as susceptible as ever. The good, however, was much impaired by the thought, that the pleasure of music (as is quite true of such pleasure as this was, that of mere tune) fades with familiarity, 20 and requires either to be revived by intermittence, or fed by continual novelty. And it is very characteristic both of my then state, and of the general tone of my mind at this period of my life, that I was seriously tormented by the thought of the exhaustibility of musical combinations. The 25 octave consists only of five tones and two semi-tones, which can be put together in only a limited number of ways, of which but a small proportion are beautiful: most of these, it seemed to me, must have been already discovered, and there could not be room for a long succession of Mozarts 30 and Webers, to strike out, as these had done, entirely new and surpassingly rich veins of musical beauty. This source of anxiety may, perhaps, be thought to resemble that of the philosophers of Laputa, who feared lest the sun should be burnt out. It was, however, connected with the best 35 feature in my character, and the only good point to be found in my very unromantic and in no way honourable distress. For though my dejection, honestly looked at, A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 37 could not be called other than egotistical, produced by the ruin, as I thought, of my fabric of happiness, yet the destiny of mankind in general was ever in my thoughts, and could not be separated from my own. I felt that the flaw in my life, must be a flaw in life itself; that the question was, 5 whether, if the reformers of society and government could succeed in their objects, and every person in the community were free and in a state of physical comfort, the pleasures of life, being no longer kept up by struggle and privation, would cease to be pleasures. And I felt that unless I could 10 see my way to some better hope than this for human happiness in general my dejection must continue; but that if I could see such an outlet, I should then look on the world with pleasure; content as far as I was myself concerned, with any fair share of the general lot. 15 This state of my thoughts and feelings made the fact of my reading Wordsworth for the first time (in the autumn of 1828), an important event in my life. I took up the col- lection of his poems from curiosity, with no expectation of mental relief from it, though I had before resorted to poetry 20 with that hope. In the worst period of my depression, I had read through the whole of Byron (then new to me), to try whether a poet, whose peculiar department was supposed to be that of the intenser feelings, could rouse any feeling in me. As might be expected, I got no good 25 from this reading, but the reverse. The poet's state of mind was too like my own. His was the lament of a man who had worn out all pleasures, and who seemed to think that life, to all who possess the good things of it, must nec- essarily be the vapid, uninteresting thing which I found it. 30 His Harold and Manfred had the same burden on them which I had; and I was not in a frame of mind to desire any comfort from the vehement sensual passion of his Giaours, or the sullenness of his Laras. But while Byron was exactly what did not suit my condition, Wordsworth was exactly 35 what did. I had looked into the Excursion two or three years before, and found little in it; and I should probably 38 JOHN STUART MILL have found as little, had I read it at this time. But the miscellaneous poems, in the two-volume edition of 1815 (to which little of value was added in the latter part of the author's life), proved to be the precise thing for my mental 5 wants at that particular juncture. In the first place, these poems addressed themselves powerfully to one of the strongest of my pleasurable sus- ceptibilities, the love of rural objects and natural scenery; to which I had been indebted not only for much of the pleas- ioure of my life, but quite recently for relief from one of my longest relapses into depression. In this power of rural beauty over me, there was a foundation laid for taking pleasure in Wordsworth's poetry; the more so, as his scenery lies mostly among mountains, which, owing to my early isPyrenean excursion, were my ideal of natural beauty. But Wordsworth would never have had any great effect on me, if he had merely placed before me beautiful pictures of natural scenery. Scott does this still better than Words- worth, and a very second-rate landscape does it more 20 effectually than any poet. What made Wordsworth's poems a medicine for my state of mind, was that they expressed, not mere outward beauty, but states of feeling, and of thought coloured by feeling, under the excitement of beauty. They seemed to be the very culture of the feel- 25 ings which I was in quest of. In them I seemed to draw from a source of inward joy, of sympathetic and imaginative pleasures, which could be shared in by all human beings; which had no connection with struggle or imperfection, but would be made richer by every improvement in the physical 30 or social condition of mankind. From them I seemed to learn what would be the perennial sources of happiness, when all the greater evils of life shall have been removed. And I felt myself at once better and happier as I came under their influence. There have certainly been, even in our 35 own age, greater poets than Wordsworth; but poetry of deeper and loftier feeling could not have done for me at that time what his did. I needed to be made to feel that A CRISIS IN MY MENTAL HISTORY 39 there was real, permanent happiness in tranquil contempla- tion. Wordsworth taught me this, not only without turn- ing away from, but with a greatly increased interest in the common feelings and common destiny of human beings. And the delight which these poems gave me, proved that with cul- 5 ture of this sort, there was nothing to dread from the most confirmed habit of analysis. At the conclusion of the Poems came the famous Ode, falsely called Platonic, " Intimations of Immortality :" in which, along with more than his usual sweet- ness of melody and rhythm, and along with the two passages 10 of grand imagery but bad philosophy so often quoted, I found that he too had had similar experience to mine; that he also had felt that the first freshness of youthful enjoyment of life was not lasting; but that he had sought for compensa- tion, and found it, in the way in which he was now teaching 15 me to find it. The result was that I gradually, but com- pletely, emerged from my habitual depression, and was never again subject to it. I long continued to value Words- worth less according to his intrinsic merits, than by the measure of what he had done for me. Compared with the 20 greatest poets, he may be said to be the poet of unpoetical natures, possessed of quiet and contemplative tastes. But unpoetical natures are precisely those which require poetic cultivation. This cultivation Wordsworth is much more fitted to give, than poets who are intrinsically far more poets 25 than he. OLD CHINA 1 CHARLES LAMB I HAVE an almost feminine partiality for old china. When I go to see any great house, I inquire for the china-closet, and next for the picture-gallery. I cannot defend the order of preference, but by saying that we have all some taste 5 or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering distinctly that it was an acquired one. I can call to mind the first play, and the first exhibition, that I was taken to; but I am not conscious of a time when china jars and saucers were introduced into my imagination. 10 I had no repugnance then why should I now have? to those little, lawless, azure-tinctured grotesques, that, under the notion of men and women, float about, uncir- cumscribed by any element in that w r orld before perspec- tive a china tea-cup. 15 I like to see my old friends, whom distance cannot diminish, figuring up in the air (so they appear to our optics), yet on terra firma still for so we must in courtesy interpret that speck of deeper blue, w y hich the decorous artist, to prevent absurdity, had made to spring up beneath their sandals. 20 I love the men with women's faces, and women, if pos- sible, with still more womanish expressions. Here is a young and courtly Mandarin, handing tea to a lady from a salver two miles off. See how distance seems to set off respect! And here the same lady, or another 25 for likeness is identity on tea-cups is stepping into a little fairy boat, moored on the hither side of this calm garden river, with a dainty mincing foot, which in a right 1 From " Last Essays of Elia," 1833. 40 OLD CHINA 41 angle of incidence (as angles go in our world) must infallibly land her in the midst of a flowery mead a furlong off on the other side of the same strange stream! Further on if far or near can be predicated of their world see horses, trees, pagodas, dancing the hays. 1 5 Here a cow and rabbit couchant, and coextensive so objects show, seen through the lucid atmosphere of fine Cathay. I was pointing out to my cousin last evening, over our Hyson (which we are old-fashioned enough to drink unmixed 10 still of an afternoon), some of these speciosa miracula? upon a set of extraordinary old blue china (a recent purchase) which we were now for the first time using; and could not help remarking, how favourable circumstances had been to us of late years, that we could afford to please the eye some- 15 times with trifles of this sort when a passing sentiment seemed to overshade the brows of my companion. I am quick at detecting these summer clouds in Bridget. " I wish the good old times would come again," she said, " when we were not quite so rich. I do not mean 20 that I want to be poor; but there was a middle state,"- so she was pleased to ramble on," in which I am sure we were a great deal happier. A purchase is but a purchase, now that you have money enough and to spare. Formerly it used to be a triumph. When we coveted a cheap luxury 25 (and, oh ! how much ado I had to get you to consent in those times!) we were used to have a debate two or three days before, and to weigh the for and against, and think what we might spare it out of, and what saving we could hit upon, that should be an equivalent. A thing was worth buying 30 then, when we felt the money that we paid for it. " Do you remember the brown suit, which you made v to hang upon you, till your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so threadbare and all because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher, which you dragged home late at night from 35 1 The hays: an old English dance. 2 Speciosa miracula: beautiful marvels. 42 CHARLES LAMB Barker's in Covent-garden? Do you remember how we eyed it for weeks before we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set 5 off from Islington, fearing you should be too late and when the old bookseller with some grumbling opened his shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting bed- ward) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures and when you lugged it home, wishing it were twice as cumber- 10 some and when you presented it to me and when we were exploring the perfectness of it (collating you called it) and while I was repairing some of the loose leaves with paste, which your impatience would not suffer to be left till daybreak was there no pleasure in being a poor man? 15 or can those neat black clothes which you wear now, and are so careful to keep brushed, since we have become rich and finical, give you half the honest vanity with which you flaunted it about in that overworn suit your old corbeau for four or five weeks longer than you should have done, 20 to pacify your conscience for the mighty sum of fifteen or sixteen shillings was it? a great affair we thought it then which you had lavished on the old folio. Now you can afford to buy any book that pleases you, but I do not see that you ever bring me home any nice old purchases now. 25 " When you came home with twenty apologies for laying out a less number of shillings upon that print after Lionardo which we christened the 'Lady Blanch'; when you looked at the purchase, and thought of the money and thought of the money, and looked again at the picture was there 30 no pleasure in being a poor man? Now, you have nothing to do but to walk into Colnaghi's, and buy a wilderness of Lionardos. Yet do you? " Then, do you remember our pleasant walks to Enfield, and Potter's bar, and Waltham, when we had a holiday 35 holidays and all other fun are gone now we are rich and the little handbasket in which I used to deposit our day's fare of savory cold lamb and salad and how you would OLD CHINA 43 pry about at noon-tide for some decent house, where we might go in and produce our store only paying for the ale that you must call for and speculate upon the looks of the landlady, and whether she was likely to allow us a tablecloth and wish for such another honest hostess as s Izaak Walton has described many a one on the pleasant banks of the Lea, when he went a fishing and sometimes they would prove obliging enough, and sometimes they would look grudgingly upon us but we had cheerful looks still for one another, and would eat our plain food savorily, 10 scarcely grudging Piscator 1 his Trout Hall? Now, when we go out a day's pleasuring, which is seldom, moreover, we ride part of the way, and go into a fine inn, and order the best of dinners, never debating the expense, which, after all, never has half the relish of those chance country snaps, 15 when we were at the mercy of uncertain usage, and a pre- carious welcome. " You are too proud to see a play anywhere now but in the pit. Do you remember where it was we used to sit, when we saw the Battle of Hexham, and the Surrender of 20 Calais, and Bannister and Mrs. Bland in the Children in the Wood when we squeezed out our shilling apiece to sit three or four times in a season in the one-shilling gallery where you felt all the time that you ought not to have brought me and more strongly I felt obligation to you 25 for having brought me and the pleasure was the better for a little shame and when the curtain drew up, what cared we for our place in the house, or what mattered it where we were sitting, when our thoughts were with Rosalind in Arden, or with Viola at the Court of Illyria? You used 30 to say that the gallery was the best place of all for enjoying a play socially; that the relish of such exhibitions mustvbe in proportion to the infrequency of going; that the company we met there, not being in general readers of plays, were obliged to attend the more, and did attend, to what was .35 1 Piscator: The Angler the author's spokesman in Walton's " The Complete Angler." 44 CHARLES LAMB going on on the stage, because a word lost would have been a chasm which it was impossible for them to fill up. With such reflections we consoled our pride then, and I appeal to you whether, as a woman, I met generally with less atten- 5 tion and accommodation than I have done since in more expensive situations in the house? The getting in, indeed, and the crowding up those inconvenient staircases, was bad enough, but there was still a law of civility to woman recognised to quite as great an extent as we ever found in 10 the other passages and how a little difficulty overcome heightened the snug seat, and the play, afterward! Now we can only pay our money, and walk in. You cannot see, you say, in the galleries now. I am sure we saw, and heard too, well enough then but sight, and all, I think, is gone 15 with our poverty. " There was pleasure in eating strawberries, before they became quite common in the first dish of peas, while they were yet dear to have them for a nice supper, a treat. What treat can we have now? If we were to treat ourselves 20 now that is, to have dainties a little above our means, it would be selfish and wicked. It is the very little more that we allow ourselves beyond what the actual poor can get at, that makes what I call a treat when two people living together, as we have done, now and then indulge themselves 25 in a cheap luxury, which both like; while each apologises, and is willing to take both halves of the blame to his single share. I see no harm in people making much of themselves in that sense of the word. It may give them a hint how to make much of others. But now what I mean by the word 30 we never do make much of ourselves. None but the poor can do it. I do not mean the veriest poor of all, but persons as we were, just above poverty. " I know what you were going to say, that it is mighty pleasant at the end of the year to make all meet, and 35 much ado we used to have every Thirty-first Night of Dec- ember to account for our exceedings many a long face did you make over your puzzled accounts, and in contriving OLD CHINA 45 to make it out how we had spent so much or that we had not spent so much or that it was impossible we should spend so much next year and still we found our slender capital decreasing but then, betwixt ways, and projects, and compromises of one sort or another and talk of curtail- 5 ing this charge, and doing without that for the future and the hope that youth brings, and laughing spirits (in which you were never poor till now), we pocketed up our loss, and in conclusion, with ' lusty brimmers ' (as you used to quote it out of hearty, cliccrful Mr. Cotton, 1 as you called him), 10 we used to welcome in the ' coming guest.' Now we have no reckoning at all at the end of the old year; no flattering promises about the new year doing better for us." Bridget is so sparing of her speech, on most occasions, that when she gets into a rhetorical vein, I am careful 15 how I interrupt it. I could not help, however, smiling at the phantom of wealth which her dear imagination had conjured up out of a clear income of poor hundred pounds a year. " It is true we were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger, my cousin. I am afraid 20 we must put up with the excess, for if we were to shake the superflux into the sea, we should not much mend ourselves. That we had much to struggle with, as we grew up together, we have reason to be most thankful. It strengthened and knit our compact closer. We could never have been what 25 we have been to each other, if we had always had the suf- ficiency which you now complain of. The resisting power, those natural dilations of the youthful spirit, which circum- stances can not straiten with us are long since passed away. Competence to age is supplementary youth, a sorry 30 supplement indeed, but I fear the best that is to be had. We must ride where we formerly walked: live better and lie softer and shall be wise to do so than we had means to do in those good old clays you speak of. Yet could those days return, could you and I once more walk our thirty 35 miles a day, could Bannister and Mrs. Bland again be young, 1 Charles Cotton, a humorist of the seventeenth century. 46 CHARLES LAMB and you and I be young to see them, could the good old one shilling gallery days return they are dreams, my cousin, now, but could you and I at this moment, instead of this quiet argument, by our well-carpeted fireside, sitting on 5 this luxurious sofa be once more struggling up those incon- venient staircases, pushed about and squeezed, and elbowed by the poorest rabble of poor gallery scramblers could I once more hear those anxious shrieks of yours, and the delicious Thank God, we are safe, which always followed, when 10 the topmost stair, conquered, let in the first light of the whole cheerful theatre down beneath us I know not the fathom line that ever touched a descent so deep as I would be willing to bury more wealth in than Croesus had, or the great Jew R is supposed to have, to purchase it. And now 15 do just look at that merry little Chinese waiter holding an umbrella, big enough for a bed-tester, over the head of that pretty insipid half-Madonna-ish chit of a lady in that very blue summer-house." WHAT IS EDUCATION? 1 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY WHAT is education? Above all things, what is our ideal of a thoroughly liberal education? of that education which, if we could begin life again, we would give ourselves of that education which, if we could mould the fates to our own will, we would give our children? Well, I know not 5 what may be your conceptions upon this matter, but I will tell you mine, and I hope I shall find that our views are not very discrepant. Suppose it were perfectly certain that the life and for- tune of every one of us would, one day or other, depend 10 upon his winning or losing a game of chess. Don't you think that we should all consider it to be a primary duty to learn at least the names and the moves of the pieces; to have a notion of a gambit, and a keen eye for all the means of giving and getting out of check? Do you not think that 15 we should look with a disapprobation amounting to scorn, upon the father who allowed his son, or the state which allowed its members, to grow up without knowing a pawn from a knight? Yet it is a vety plain and elementary truth, that the life, 20 the fortune, and the happiness of every one of us, and, more or less, of those who are connected with us, do depend upon our knowing something of the rules of a game infi- nitely more difficult and complicated than chess. It is a game which has been played for untold ages, every man 25 and woman of us being one of the two players in a game of 1 From " A Liberal Education; and Where to Find It," 1868. 47 48 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY his or her own. The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is S always fair, just and patient. But also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the small- est allowance for ignorance. To the man who plays well, the highest stakes are paid, with that sort of overflowing generosity with which the strong shows delight in strength. 10 And one who plays ill is checkmated without haste, but without remorse. My metaphor will remind some of you of the famous picture in which Retzsch has depicted Satan playing at chess with man for his soul. Substitute for the mocking 1 5 fiend in that picture a calm, strong angel who is playing for love, as we say, and would rather lose than win and I should accept it as an image of human life. Well, what I mean by Education is learning the rules of this mighty game. In other words, education is {be instruo sotion of the intellect in the laws of Nature, under which name I include not merely things and their forces, but men and their ways; and the fashioning of the affections and of the will into an earnest and loving desire to move in har- mony w r ith those laws. For me, education means neither 25 more nor less than this. Anything which professes to call itself education must be tried by this standard, and if it fails to stand the test, I will not call it education, whatever may be the force of authority, or of numbers, upon the other side. 30 It is important to remember that, in strictness, there is no such thing as an uneducated man. Take an extreme case. Suppose that an adult man, in the full vigour of his faculties, could be suddenly placed in the world, as Adam is said to have been, and then left to do as he best might. 35 How long would he be left uneducated? Not five minutes. Nature would begin to teach him, through the eye, the ear, the touch, the properties of objects. Pain and pleasure WHAT IS EDUCATION? 49 would be at his elbow telling him to do this and avoid that; and by slow degrees the man would receive an education which, if narrow, would be thorough, real, and adequate to his circumstances, though there would be no extras and very few accomplishments. 5 And if to this solitary man entered a second Adam, or, better still, an Eve, a new and greater world, that of social and moral phenomena, would be revealed. Joys and woes, compared with which all others might seem but faint shadows, would spring from the new relations. Happiness x o and sorrow would take the place of the coarser monitors, pleasure and pain; but conduct would still be shaped by the observation of the natural consequences of actions; or, in other words, by the laws of the nature of man. To every one of us the world was once as fresh and new 15 as to Adam. And then, long before we were susceptible of any other modes of instruction, Nature took us in hand, and every minute of waking life brought its educational influence, shaping our actions into rough accordance with Nature's laws, so that we might not be ended untimely by 20 too gross disobedience. Nor should I speak of this process of education as past for any one, be he as old as he may. For every man the world is as fresh as it was at the first day, and as full of untold novelties for him who has the eyes to see them. And Nature is still continuing her patient 25 education of us in that great university, the universe, of which we are all members Nature having no Test-Acts. Those who take honours in Nature's university, who learn the laws which govern men and things and obey them, are the really great and successful men in this world. The 30 great mass of mankind are the " Poll," 1 who pick up just enough to get through without much discredit. Those who won't learn at all are plucked; and then you can't come up again. Nature's pluck means extermination. Thus the question of compulsory education is settled 5035 1 Poll (a slang term used at Cambridge University): those who take a degree without honours. 50 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY far as Nature is concerned. Her bill on that question was framed and passed long ago. But, like all compulsory legislation, that of Nature is harsh and wasteful in its opera- tion. Ignorance is visited as sharply as wilful disobedience 5 incapacity meets with the same punishment as crime. Nature's discipline is not even a word and a blow, and the blow first; but the blow without the word. It is left to you to find out why your ears are boxed. The object of what we commonly call education that 10 education in which man intervenes and which I shall dis- tinguish as artificial education is to make good these defects in Nature's methods; to prepare the child to receive Nature's education, neither incapably nor ignorantly, nor with wilful disobedience; and to understand the prelimi- 15 nary symptoms of her pleasure, without waiting for the box on the ear. In short, all artificial education ought to be an anticipation of natural education. And a liberal education is an artificial education which has not only prepared a man to escape the great evils of disobedience to natural laws, 20 but has trained him to appreciate and to seize upon the rewards, which Nature scatters with as free a hand as her penalties. That man, I think, has had a liberal education who has been so trained in youth that his body is the ready servant 25 of his will, and does with ease and pleasure all the work that, as a mechanism, it is capable of; whose intellect is a clear, cold, logic engine, with all its parts of equal strength, and in smooth working order; ready, like a steam engine, to be turned to any kind of work, and spin the gossamers 30 as well as forge the anchors of the mind; whose mind is stored with a knowledge of the great and fundamental truths of Nature and of the laws of her operations ; one who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, but whose passions are trained to come to heel by a vigorous will, the servant 35 of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty, whether of Nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself. WHAT IS EDUCATION? 51 Such an one and no other, I conceive, has had a liberal education; for he is, as completely as a man can be, in har- mony with Nature. He will make the best of her, and she of him. They will get on together rarely; she as his ever beneficent mother; he as her mouthpiece, her conscious 5 self, her minister and interpreter. KNOWLEDGE VIEWED IN RELATION TO LEARNING l JOHN HENRY NEWMAN IT were well if the English, like the Greek language, pos- sessed some definite word to express, simply and generally, intellectual proficiency or perfection, such as " health," as used with reference to the animal frame, and " virtue," 5 with reference to our moral nature. I am not able to find such a term; talent, ability, genius, belong distinctly to the raw material, which is the subject-matter, not to that excellence which is the result of exercise and training. When we turn, indeed, to the particular kinds of intellectual 10 perfection, words are forthcoming for our purpose, as, for instance, judgment, taste, and skill; yet even these belong, for the most part, to powers or habits bearing upon practice or upon art, and not to any perfect condition of the intellect, considered in itself. Wisdom, again, is cer- 15 tainly a more comprehensive word than any other, but it has a direct relation to conduct, and to human life. Knowl- edge, indeed, and science express purely intellectual ideas but still not a state or quality of the intellect; for knowledge, in its ordinary sense, is but one of its circumstances, denot- 20 ing a possession or a habit; and science has been appro- priated to the subject-matter of the intellect, instead of belonging in English, as it ought to do, to the intellect itself. The consequence is that, on an occasion like this, many words are necessary, in order, first, to bring out and convey 25 what surely is no difficult idea in itself, that of the cultiva- tion of the intellect as an end; next, in order to recommend 1 Discourse VI in " The Idea of a University," 1852. 52 KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 53 what surely is no unreasonable object; and lastly, to describe and make the mind realise the particular perfection in which that object consists. Every one knows practically what are the constituents of health or of virtue; and every one recognises health and virtue as ends to be pursued; it is 5 otherwise with intellectual excellence, and this must be my excuse, if I seem to anyone to be bestowing a good deal of labour on a preliminary matter. In default of a recognised term, I have called the per- fection or virtue of the intellect by the name of philosophy, 10 philosophical knowledge, enlargement of mind, or illumina- tion, terms which are not uncommonly given to it by writers of this day: but, whatever name we bestow on it, it is, I believe, as a matter of history, the business of a university to make this intellectual culture its direct scope, or to employ 15 itself in the education of the intellect, just as the work of a hospital lies in healing the sick or wounded, of a riding or fencing school, or of a gymnasium, in exercising the limbs, of an almshouse, in aiding and solacing the old, of an orphanage, in protecting innocence, of a penitentiary, in restoring the 20 guilty. I say, a university, taken in its bare idea, and before we view it as an instrument of the church, has this object and this mission; it contemplates neither moral impression nor mechanical production; it professes to exercise the mind neither in art nor in duty; its function is intellectual culture; 25 here it may leave its scholars, and it has done its work when it has done as much as this. It educates the intellect to reason well in all matters, to reach out towards truth, and to grasp it. This, I said in my foregoing discourse, was the object 30 of a university, viewed in itself, and apart from the Catholic Church, or from the state, or from any other power which may use it; and I illustrated this in various ways. I said that the intellect must have an excellence of its own, for there was nothing which had not its specific good; that the 35 word " educate " would not be used of intellectual culture, as it is used, had not the intellect had an end of its own; that, 54 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN had it not such an end, there would be no meaning in calling certain intellectual exercises " liberal," in contrast with " useful," as is commonly done; that the very notion of a philosophical temper implied it, for it threw us back upon 5 research and system as ends in themselves, distinct from effects and works of any kind; that a philosophical scheme of knowledge, or system of sciences, could not, from the nature of the case, issue in any one definite art or pursuit, as its end; and that, on the other hand, the discovery and 10 contemplation of truth, to which research and systematising led, were surely sufficient ends, though nothing beyond them were added, and that they had ever been accounted sufficient by mankind. Here then I take up the subject; and having determined 15 that the cultivation of the intellect is an end distinct and sufficient in itself, and that, so far as words go, it is an enlarge- ment or illumination, I proceed to inquire what this mental breadth, or power, or light, or philosophy consists in. A hospital heals a broken limb or cures a fever: what does 20 an institution effect, which professes the health, not of the body, not of the soul, but of the intellect? What is this good, which in former times, as well as our own, has been found worth the notice, the appropriation of the Catholic Church? I have then to investigate, in the discourses which follow, 25 those qualities and characteristics of the intellect in which its cultivation issues or rather consists; and, with a view of assisting myself in this undertaking, I shall recur to certain questions which have already been touched upon. These questions are three: viz. the relation of intellectual culture, 30 first, to mere knowledge; secondly, to professional knowledge; and thirdly, to religious knowledge. In other words, are acquirements and attainments the scope of a university educa- tion? or expertncss in particular arts and pursuits? or moral and religious proficiency? or something besides these three? 35 These questions I shall examine in succession, with the pur- pose I have mentioned; and I hope to be excused, if, in this anxious undertaking, I am led to repeat what, either in KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 55 these discourses or elsewhere, I have already put upon paper. And first, of mere knowledge, or learning, and its connection with intellectual illumination or philosophy. I suppose the prima-facie 1 view which the public at large would take of a university, considering it as a place of edu- 5 cation, is nothing more or less than a place for acquiring a great deal of knowledge on a great many subjects. Memory is one of the first developed of the mental faculties; a boy's business when he goes to school is to learn, that is, to store up things in his memory. For some years his intellect is 10 little more than an instrument for taking in facts, or a re- ceptacle for storing them; he welcomes them as fast as they come to him; he lives on what is without; he has his eyes ever about him; he has a lively susceptibility of impressions; he imbibes information of every kind; and little does he make 15 his own in a true sense of the word, living rather upon his neighbours all around him. He has opinions, religious, political and literary, and, for a boy, is very positive in them and sure about them; but he gets them from his school- fellows, or his masters, or his parents, as the case may be. 20 Such as he is in his other relations, such also is he in his school exercises; his mind is observant, sharp, ready, reten- tive; he is almost passive in the acquisition of knowledge. I say this in no disparagement of the idea of a clever boy. Geography, chronology, history, language, natural history, 25 he heaps up the matter of these studies as treasures for a future day. It is the seven years of plenty with him: he gathers in by handfuls, like the Egyptians, without counting; and though, as time goes on, there is exercise for his argu- mentative powers in the elements of mathematics, and for 30 his taste in the poets and orators, still, while at school, or at least, till quite the last years of his time, he acquires, and little more; and when he is leaving for the university, he is mainly the creature of foreign influences and circum- stances, and made up of accidents, homogeneous or not, 35 as the case may be. Moreover, the moral habits, which 1 Prima-facie: based on one's first impression. 56 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN are a boy's praise, encourage and assist this result; that is, diligence, assiduity, regularity, despatch, persevering applica- tion; for these are the direct conditions of acquisition, and naturally lead to it. Acquirements, again, are emphatically 5 producible, and at a moment; they are a something to show, both for master and scholar; an audience, even though ignorant themselves of the subjects of an examination, can comprehend when questions are answered and when they are not. Here again is a reason why mental culture is in the 10 minds of men identified with the acquisition of knowledge. The same notion possesses the public mind, when it passes on from the thought of a school to that of a university : and with the best of reasons so far as this, that there is no true culture without acquirements, and that philosophy pre- 15 supposes knowledge. It requires a great deal of reading, or a wide range of information, to warrant us in putting forth our opinions on any serious subject; and without such learning the most original mind may be able indeed to dazzle, to amuse, to refute, to perplex, but not to come to any 20 useful result or any trustworthy conclusion. There are indeed persons who profess a different view of the matter, and even act upon it. Every now and then you will find a person of vigorous or fertile mind, who relies upon his own resources, despises all former authors, and gives the world, 25 with the utmost fearlessness, his views upon religion, or history, or any other popular subject. And his works may sell for a while; he may get a name in his day; but this will be all. His readers are sure to find on the long run that his doctrines are mere theories, and not the expression of facts, 30 that they are chaff instead of bread, and then his popularity drops as suddenly as it rose. Knowledge then is the indispensable condition of expan- sion of mind, and the instrument of attaining to it; this can- not be denied, it is ever to be insisted on; I begin with it as 35 a first principle; however, the very truth of it carries men too far, and confirms to them the notion that it is the whole of the matter. A narrow mind is thought to be that which KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING -17 contains little knowledge; and an enlarged mind, that which holds a great deal; and what seems to put the matter beyond dispute is, the fact of the great number of studies which are pursued in a university, by its very profession. Lectures are given on every kind of subject; examinations are held; 5 prizes awarded. There are moral, metaphysical, physical pro- fessors; professors of languages, of history, of mathematics, of experimental science. Lists of questions are published, wonderful for their range and depth, variety and difficulty; treatises are written, which carry upon their very face the 10 evidence of extensive reading or multifarious information; what then is wanting for mental culture to a person of large reading and scientific attainments? what is grasp of mind but acquirement? where shall philosophical repose be found, but in the consciousness and enjoyment of large intellectual 15 possessions? And yet this notion is, I conceive, a mistake, and my present business is to show that it is one, and that the end of a liberal education is not mere knowledge, or knowledge considered in its matter; and I shall best attain my object, 20 by actually setting down some cases, which will be generally granted to be instances of the process of enlightenment or enlargement of mind, and others which are not, and thus, by the comparison, you will be able to judge for yourselves, gentlemen, whether knowledge, that is, acquirement, is 25 after all the real principle of the enlargement or whether that principle is not rather something beyond it. For instance, let a person, whose experience has hitherto been confined to the more calm and unpretending scenery of these islands, whether here or in England, go for the first 30 time into parts where physical nature puts on her wilder and more awful forms, whether at home or abroad, as into mountainous districts; or let one, who has ever lived in a quiet village, go for the first time to a great metropolis,- 1 - then I suppose he will have a sensation which perhaps he 35 never had before. He has a feeling not in addition or increase of former feelings, but of something different in its nature. 58 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN He will perhaps be borne forward, and find for a time that he has lost his bearings. He has made a certain progress, and he has a consciousness of mental enlargement; he does not stand where he did, he has a new centre, and a range of 5 thoughts to which he was before a stranger. Again, the view of the heavens which the telescope opens upon us, if allowed to fill and possess the mind, may almost whirl it round and make it dizzy. It brings in a flood of ideas, and is rightly called an intellectual enlargement, 10 whatever is meant by the term. And so again, the sight of beasts of prey and other foreign animals, their strangeness, the originality (if I may use the term) of their forms and gestures and habits, and their variety and independence of each other, throw us out of 15 ourselves into another creation, and as if under another Creator, if I may so express the temptation which may come on the mind. We seem to have new faculties, or a new exercise for our faculties, by this addition to our knowledge; like a prisoner, who, having been accustomed to wear man- 20 acles or fetters, suddenly finds his arms and legs free. Hence physical science generally, in all its departments, as bringing before us the exuberant riches and resources, yet the orderly course, of the universe, elevates and excites the student, and at first, I may say, almost takes away his 25 breath, while in time it exercises a tranquillising influence upon him. Again the study of history is said to enlarge and enlighten the mind, and why? because, as I conceive, it gives it a power of judging of passing events and of all events, and a 30 conscious superiority over them, which before it did not possess. And in like manner, what is called seeing the world, enter- ing into active life, going into society, travelling, gaining acquaintance with the various classes of the community, 35 coming into contact with the principles and modes of thought of various parties, interests, and races, their views, aims, habits and manners, their religious creeds and forms of wor- KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 59 ship, gaining experience how various yet how alike men are, how low-minded, how bad, how opposed, yet how confident in their opinions; all this exerts a perceptible influence upon the mind, which it is impossible to mistake, be it good or be it bad, and is popularly called its enlargement. 5 And then again, the first time the mind comes across the arguments and speculations of unbelievers, and feels what a novel light they cast upon what he has hitherto accounted sacred; and still more, if it gives in to them and embraces them, and throws off as so much prejudice what it has 10 hitherto held, and, as if waking from a dream, begins to realise to its imagination that there is now no such thing as law and the transgression of law, that sin is a phantom, and punishment a bugbear, that it is free to sin, free to enjoy the world and the flesh; and still further, when it 15 does enjoy them, and reflects that it may think and hold just what it will, that " the world is all before it where to choose," and what system to build up as its own private persuasion; when this torrent of wilful thoughts rushes over and inundates it, who will deny that the fruit of the 20 tree of knowledge, or what the mind takes for knowledge, has made it one of the gods, with a sense of expansion and elevation, an intoxication in reality, still, so far as the subjective state of the mind goes, an illumination? Hence the fanaticism of individuals or nations, who suddenly cast 25 off their Maker. Their eyes are opened; and, like the judgment-stricken king in the tragedy, they see two suns, and a magic universe, out of which they look back upon their former state of faith and innocence with a sort of contempt and indignation, as if they were then but fools, and 30 the dupes of imposture. On the other hand, religion has its own enlargement, and an enlargement, not of tumult, but of peace. It is often remarked of uneducated persons, who have hitherto thought little of the unseen world, that, on their turning to God, 35 looking into themselves, regulating their hearts, reforming their conduct, and meditating on death and judgment, 60 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN heaven and hell, they seem to become, in point of intellect, different beings from what they were. Before, they took things as they came, and thought no more of one thing than another. But now every event has a meaning; they have 5 their own estimate of whatever happens to them ; they are mindful of times and seasons, and compare the present with the past; and the world, no longer dull, monotonous, unprofitable, and hopeless, is a various and complicated drama, with parts and an object, and an awful moral. 10 Now from these instances, to which many more might be added, it is plain, first, that the communication of knowl- edge certainly is either a condition or the means of that sense of enlargement or enlightenment, of which at this day we hear so much in certain quarters: this cannot be denied; 15 but next, it is equally plain, that such communication is not the whole of the process. The enlargement consists, not merely in the passive reception into the mind of a number of ideas hitherto unknown to it, but in the mind's energetic and simultaneous action upon and towards and among those 20 new ideas, which are rushing in upon it. It is the action of a formative power, reducing to order and meaning the matter of our acquirements; it is a making the objects of our knowledge subjectively our own, or, to use a familiar word, it is a digestion of what we receive, into the sub- 25 stance of our previous state of thought; and without this no enlargement is said to follow. There is no enlargement, unless there be a comparison of ideas one with another, as they come before the mind, and a systematising of them. We feel our minds to be growing and expanding 30 then, when we not only learn, but refer what we learn to what we know already. It is not the mere addition to our knowl- edge that is the illumination; but the locomotion, the move- ment onwards, of that mental centre, to which both what we know, and what we are learning, the accumulating mass 35 of our acquirements, gravitates. And therefore a truly great intellect, and recognised to be such by the common opinion of mankind, such as the intellect of Aristotle, or of St. KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 61 Thomas, or of Newton, or of Goethe (I purposely take instances within and without the Catholic pale, when I would speak of the intellect as such), is one which takes a. connected view of old and new, past and present, far and near, and which has an insight into the influence of all 5 these one on another; without which there is no whole and no centre. It possesses the knowledge, not only of things, but also of their mutual and true relations; knowledge, not merely considered as acquirement but as philosophy. Accordingly, when this analytical, distributive, harmonis- 10 ing process is away, the mind experiences no enlargement, and is not reckoned as enlightened or comprehensive, whatever it may add to its knowledge. For instance, a great memory, as I have already said, does not make a philosopher, any more than a dictionary can be called a 15 grammar. There are men who embrace in their minds a vast multitude of ideas, but with little sensibility about their real relations towards each other. These may be antiquarians, annalists, naturalists; they may be learned in the law; they may be versed in statistics; they are most 20 useful in their own place; I should shrink from speaking disrespectfully of them; still, there is nothing in such attainments to guarantee the absence of narrowness of mind. If they are nothing more than well-read men, or men of information, they have not what specially deserves 25 the name of culture of mind, or fulfils the type of liberal education. In like manner, we sometimes fall in with persons who have seen much of the world, and of the men who, in their day, have played a conspicuous part in it, but who generalise 30 nothing, and have no observation, in the true sense of the word. They abound in information in detail, curious and entertaining, about men and things; and, having lived under the influence of no very clear or settled principles, religious or political, they speak of every one and every thing, only as 35 so many phenomena, which are complete in themselves, and lead to nothing, not discussing them, or teaching any truth, 62 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN or instructing the hearer, but simply talking. No one would say that these persons, well informed as they are, had attained to any great culture of intellect or to philosophy. The case is the same still more strikingly where the persons sin question are beyond dispute men of inferior powers and deficient education. Perhaps they have been much in foreign countries, and they receive, in & passive, otiose, un- fruitful way, the various facts which are forced upon them there. Seafaring men, for example, range from one end of 10 the earth to the other; but the multiplicity of external objects, which they have encountered, forms no symmetrical and consistent picture upon their imagination; they see the tapestry of human life, as it were on the wrong side, and it tells no story. They sleep, and they rise up, and they find 15 themselves, now in Europe, now in Asia; they see visions of great cities and wild regions; they are in the marts of com- merce, or amid the islands of the South; they gaze on Pompey's Pillar, or on the Andes; and nothing which meets them carries them forward or backward, to any idea 20 beyond itself. Nothing has a drift or relation; nothing has a history or a promise. Every thing stands by itself, and comes and goes in its turn, like the shifting scenes of a show, which leave the spectator where he was. Perhaps you are near such a man on a particular occasion, and expect 25 him to be shocked or perplexed at something which occurs; but one thing is much the same to him as another, or, if he is perplexed, it is as not knowing what to say, whether it is right to admire, or to ridicule or to disapprove, while con- scious that some expression of opinion is expected from him; 30 for in fact he has no standard of judgment at all, and no landmarks to guide him to a conclusion. Such is mere acquisition, and, I repeat, no one would dream of calling it philosophy. Instances, such as these, confirm, by the contrast, the con- 35 elusion I have already drawn from those which preceded them. That only is true enlargement of mind which is the power of viewing many things at once as one whole, of KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 63 * referring them severally to their true place in the universal system, of understanding their respective values, and deter- mining their mutual dependence. Thus is that form of universal knowledge, of which I have on a former occasion spoken, set up in the individual intellect, and constitutes its 5 perfection. Possessed of this real illumination, the mind never views any part of the extended subject-matter of knowledge without recollecting that it is but a part, or with- out the associations which spring from this recollection. It makes everything in some sort lead to everything else;io it would communicate the image of the whole to every sep- arate portion, till that whole becomes in imagination like a spirit, everywhere pervading and penetrating its com- ponent parts, and giving them one definite meaning. Just as our bodily organs, when mentioned, recall their function 15 in the body, as the word " creation " suggests the Creator, and " subjects " a sovereign, so, in the mind of the philosopher as we are abstractedly conceiving of him, the elements of the physical and moral world, sciences, arts, pursuits, ranks, offices, events, opinions, individualities, are all viewed as one 20 with correlative functions, and as gradually by successive combinations converging, one and all, to the true centre. To have even a portion of this illuminative reason and true philosophy is the highest state to which nature can aspire, in the way of intellect; it puts the mind above the influences 25 of chance and necessity, above anxiety, suspense, unsettle- ment, and superstition, which is the lot of the many. Men, whose minds are possessed with some one object, take exaggerated views of its importance, are feverish in the pursuit of it, make it the measure of things which are utterly 30 foreign to it, and are startled and despond if it happens to fail them. They are ever in alarm or in transport. Those on the other hand who have no object or principle whatever to hold by, lose their way every step they take. They ate thrown out, and do not know what to think or say, at every 35 fresh juncture; they have no view of persons, or occurrences, or facts, which come suddenly upon them, and they hang 64 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN upon the opinion of others for want of internal resources. But the intellect, which has been disciplined to the perfec- tion of its powers, which knows, and thinks while it knows, which has learned to leaven the dense mass of facts and events 5 with the elastic force of reason, such an intellect cannot be partial, cannot be exclusive, cannot be impetuous, cannot be at a loss, cannot but be patient, collected, and majestically calm, because it discerns the end in every beginning, the origin in every end, the law in every interruption, the limit in each 10 delay; because it ever knows where it stands, and how its path lies from one point to another. It is the rer/aaycuvos 1 of the Peripatetic, and has the nil admirari 2 of the Stoic, Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas, Atque metus omnes, et incxorabile fatum 15 Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari. 3 There are men who, when in difficulties, originate at the moment vast ideas or dazzling projects; who, under the influence of excitement, are able to cast a light, almost as if from inspiration, on a subject or course of action which 20 comes before them; who have a sudden presence of mind equal to any emergency, rising with the occasion, and an undaunted magnanimous bearing, and an energy and keen- ness which is but made intense by opposition. This is genius, this is heroism; it is the exhibition of a natural 25 gift, which no culture can teach, at which no institution can aim: here, on the contrary, we are concerned, not with mere nature, but with training and teaching. That per- fection of the intellect, which is the result of education, and its beau ideal, to be imparted to individuals in their respective 30 measures, is the clear, calm, accurate vision and comprehen- sion of all things, as far as the finite mind can embrace them, each in its place, and with its own characteristics upon it. 1 Four-square . 2 To be moved by nothing. 3 Happy is he who has come to know the sequences of things, and is thus above all fear and the dread march of fate and the roar of greedy Acheron. KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 65 It is almost prophetic from its knowledge of history; it is almost heart-searching from its knowledge of human nature; it has almost supernatural charity from its freedom from littleness and prejudice; it has almost the repose of faith, because nothing can startle it; it has almost the beauty 5 and harmony of heavenly contemplation, so intimate is it with the eternal order of things and the music of the spheres. And now, if I may take for granted that the true and ade- quate end of intellectual training and of a university is not learning or acquirement, but rather, is thought or reason exer- 10 cised upon knowledge, or what may be called philosophy, I shall be in a position to explain the various mistakes which at the present day beset the subject of university education. I say then, if we would improve the intellect, first of all, we must ascend; we cannot gain real knowledge 15 on a level; we must generalise, we must reduce to method, we must have a grasp of principles, and group and shape our acquisitions by means of them. It matters not whether our field of operation be wide or limited; in every case, to command it, is to mount above it. Who has not felt the 20 irritation of mind and impatience created by a deep, rich country, visited for the first time, with winding lanes, and high hedges, and green steeps, and tangled woods, and every thing smiling indeed, but in a maze? The same feeling comes upon us in a strange city, when we have no map of its streets. 25 Hence you hear of practised travellers, when they first come into a place, mounting some high hill or church tower, by way of reconnoitring its neighbourhood. In like manner, you must be above your knowledge, not under it, or it will oppress you; and the more you have of it, the greater will be the load. 30 The learning of a Salmasius or a Burman, unless you are its master, will be your tyrant. Imperat aid servit; 1 if you can wield it with a strong arm, it is a great w eapon ; otherwise, Vis consili expers Mole ruit sua. 2 35 1 It rules or it serves. * Brute force without intelligence falls by its own weight. 66 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN You will be overwhelmed, like Tarpeia, by the heavy wealth which you have exacted from tributary generations. Instances abound; there are authors who are as pointless as they are inexhaustible in their literary resources. They 5 measure knowledge by bulk, as it lies in the rude block, without symmetry, without design. How many commenta- tors are there on the classics, how many on Holy Scripture, from whom we rise up, wondering at the learning which has passed before us, and wondering why it passed ! How many 10 writers are there of Ecclesiastical history, such as Mosheim or Du Pin, who, breaking up their subject into details, destroy its life, and defraud us of the whole by their anxiety about the parts! The sermons, again, of the English divines in the seventeenth century, how often are they mere reper- i Stories of miscellaneous and officious learning! Of course Catholics also may read without thinking; and in their case, equally as with Protestants, it holds good, that such knowl- edge is unworthy of the name, knowledge which they have not thought through, and thought out. Such readers are only 20 possessed by their knowledge, not possessed of it; nay, in matter of fact they are often even carried away by it, with- out any volition of their own. Recollect, the memory can tyrannise, as well as the imagination. Derangement, I believe, has been considered as a loss of control over the 25 sequence of ideas. The mind, once set in motion, is hence- forth deprived of the power of initiation, and becomes the victim of a train of associations, one thought suggesting another, in the way of cause and effect, as if by a mechanical process, or some physical necessity. No one, who has had 30 experience of men of studious habits, but must recognise the existence of a parallel phenomenon in the case of those who have over-stimulated the memory. In such persons reason acts almost as feebly and as impotently as in the madman; once fairly started on any subject whatever, 35 they have no power of self-control; they passively endure the succession of impulses which are evolved out of the original exciting cause; they are passed on from one idea KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 67 to another and go steadily forward, plodding along one line of thought in spite of the amplest concessions of the hearer, or wandering from it in endless digression in spite of his remonstrances. Now, if, as is very certain, no one would" envy the madman the glow and originality of his conceptions, 5 why must we extol the cultivation of that intellect which is the prey, not indeed of barren fancies but of barren facts, of random intrusions from without, though not of morbid imaginations from within? And in thus speaking, I am not denying that a strong and ready memory is in itself a real 10 treasure; I am not disparaging a well-stored mind, though it be nothing besides, provided it be sober, any more than I would despise a bookseller's shop: it is of great value to others, even when not so to the owner. Nor am I banishing, far from it, the possessors of deep and multifarious learning 15 from my ideal University; they adorn it in the eyes of men; I do but say that they constitute no type of the results at which it aims; that it is no great gain to the intellect to have enlarged the memory at the expense of faculties which are indisputably higher. 20 Nor indeed am I supposing that there is any great danger, at least in this day, of over-education; the danger is on the other side. I will tell you, gentlemen, what has been the practical error of the last twenty years, not to load the memory of the student with a mass of undigested knowledge, 25 but to force upon him so much that he has rejected all. It has been the error of distracting and enfeebling the mind by an unmeaning profusion of subjects; of implying that a smattering in a dozen branches of study is not shallowness, which it really is, but enlargement, which it is not; of con- 30 sidering an acquaintance with the learned names of things and persons and the possession of clever duodecimos, and attendance on eloquent lecturers, and membership with scientific institutions, and the sight of the experiments f>i a platform and the specimens of a museum, that all this was 35 not dissipation of mind, but progress. All things now are to be learned at once, not first one thing, then another, 68 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN not one well, but many badly. Learning is to be without exertion, without attention, without toil; without ground- ing, without advance, without finishing. There is to be nothing individual in it; and this, forsooth, is the wonder S of the age. What the steam engine does with matter, the printing press is to do with the mind ; it is to act mechan- ically, and the population is to be passively, almost uncon- sciously enlightened, by the mere multiplication and dis- semination of volumes. Whether it be the school boy, 10 or the school girl, or the youth at college, or the mechanic in the town, or the politician in the senate, all have been the victims in one way or other of this most preposterous and pernicious of delusions. Wise men have lifted up their voices in vain; and at length, lest their own institutions 1 5 should be outshone and should disappear in the folly of the hour, they have been obliged, as far as they could with a good conscience, to humour a spirit which they could not withstand, and make temporising concessions at which they could not but inwardly smile. 20 It must not be supposed that, because I so speak, there- fore I have some sort of fear of the education of the people: on the contrary, the more education they have, the better, so that it is really education. Nor am I an enemy to the cheap publication of scientific and literary works, which 25 is now in vogue: on the contrary, I consider it a great advan- tage, convenience, and gain; th?t is, to those to whom education has given a capacity for using them. Further, I consider such innocent recreations as science and literature are able to furnish will be a very fit occupation of the thoughts 30 and the leisure of young persons, and may be made the means of keeping them from bad employments and bad companions. Moreover, as to that superficial acquaintance with chem- istry, and geology, and astronomy, and political economy, and modern history, and biography, and other branches 35 of knowledge, which periodical literature and occasional lectures and scientific institutions diffuse through the community, I think it a graceful accomplishment, and a KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 69 suitable, nay, in this day a necessary accomplishment, in the case of educated men. Nor, lastly, am I disparaging or discouraging the thorough acquisition of any one of these . studies, or denying that, as far as it goes, such thorough acquisition is a real education of the mind. All I say is, 5 call things by their right names, and do not confuse to- gether ideas which are essentially different. A thorough knowledge of one science and a superficial acquaintance with many, are not the same thing; a smattering of a hun- dred things or a memory for detail, is not a philosophical 10 or comprehensive view. Recreations are not education; accomplishments are not education. Do not say, the peo- ple must be educated, when, after all, you only mean amused, refreshed, soothed, put into good spirits and good humour, or kept from vicious excesses. I do not say that 15 such amusements, such occupations of mind, are not a great gain; but they are not education. You may as well call drawing and fencing education as a general knowledge of botany or conchology. Stuffing birds or playing stringed instruments is an elegant pastime, and a resource to the idle, 20 but it is not education; it does not form or cultivate the intellect. Education is a high word; it is the preparation for knowledge, and it is the imparting of knowledge in proportion to that preparation. We require intellectual eyes to know withal, as bodily eyes for sight. We need 25 both objects and organs intellectual; we cannot gain them without setting about it; we cannot gain them in our sleep, or by haphazard. The best telescope does not dispense with eyes; the printing press or the lecture room will assist us greatly, but we must be true to ourselves, we must be 30 parties in the work. A university is, according to the usual designation, an alma mater, knowing her children one by one, not a foundry, or a mint, or a treadmill. I protest to you, gentlemen, that if I had to choose between a so-called university, which dispensed with residence and 35 tutorial superintendence, and gave its degrees to any per- son who passed an examination in a wide range of subjects, 70 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN and a university which had no professors or examinations at all, but merely brought a number of young men together for three or four years, and then sent them away as the University of Oxford is said to have done some sixty years 5 since, if I were asked which of these two methods was the better discipline of the intellect, mind, I do not say which is morally the better, for it is plain that compulsory study must be a good and idleness an intolerable mischief, but if I must determine which of the two courses was the more suc- tocessful in training, moulding, enlarging the mind, which sent out men the more fitted for their secular duties, which produced better public men, men of the world, men whose names would descend to posterity, I have no hesitation in giving the preference to that university which did noth- 15 ing, over that which exacted of its members an acquaintance with every science under the sun. And, paradox as this may seem, still if results be the test of systems, the influence of the public schools and colleges of England, in the course of the last century, at least will bear out one side of the 20 contrast as I have drawn it. What would come, on the other hand, of the ideal systems of education which have fas- cinated the imagination of this age, could they ever take effect, and whether they would not produce a generation frivolous, narrow-minded, and resourceless, intellectually 25 considered, is a fair subject for debate; but so far is certain, that the universities and scholastic establishments, to which I refer, and which did little more than bring together first boys and then youths in large numbers, these institutions, with miserable deformities on the side of morals, with a 30 hollow profession of Christianity, and a heathen code of ethics, I say, at least they can boast of a succession of heroes and statesmen, of literary men and philosophers, of men conspicuous for great natural virtues, for habits of business, for knowledge of life, for practical judgment, 35 for cultivated tastes, for accomplishments, who have made England what it is, able to subdue the earth, able to domineer over Catholics. KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 71 How is this to be explained? I suppose as follows: When a multitude of young men, keen, open-hearted, sympathetic, and observant, as young men are, come together and freely mix with each other, they are sure to learn one from another, even if there be no one to teach them; the conversation 5 of all is a series of lectures to each, and they gain for them- selves new ideas and views, fresh matter of thought, and distinct principles for judging and acting, day by day. An infant has to learn the meaning of the information which its senses convey to it, and this seems to be its em- 10 ployment. It fancies all that the eye presents to it to be close to it, till it actually learns the contrary, and thus by practice does it ascertain the relations and uses of those first elements of knowledge which are necessary for its animal existence. A parallel teaching is necessary for our 15 social being, and it is secured by a large school or a college; and this effect may be fairly called in its own department an enlargement of mind. It is seeing the world on a small field with little trouble; for the pupils or students come from very different places, and with widely different notions, 20 and there is much to generalise, much to adjust, much to eliminate, there are inter-relations to be defined, and conven- tional rules to be established, in the process, by which the whole assemblage is moulded together, and gains one tone and one character. 25 Let it be clearly understood, I repeat it, that I am not taking into account moral or religious considerations; I am but saying that that youthful community will constitute a whole, it will embody a specific idea, it will represent a doctrine, it will administer a code of conduct, and it will 30 furnish principles of thought and action. It will give birth to a living teaching, which in course of time will take the shape of a self-perpetuating tradition, or a genius loci, 1 as it is sometimes called; which haunts the home where it has been born, and which imbues and forms more or less, 35 and one by one, every individual who is successively brought 1 Genius loci: spirit of the place. 72 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN under its shadow. Thus it is that, independent of direct instruction on the part of superiors, there is a sort of self- education in the academic institutions of Protestant Eng- land; a characteristic tone of thought, a recognised standard 5 of judgment is found in them, which, as developed in the individual who is submitted to it, becomes a twofold source of strength to him, both from the distinct stamp it impresses on his mind, and from the bond of union which it creates between him and others, effects which are shared by the 10 authorities of the place, for they themselves have been edu- cated in it, and at all times are exposed to the influence of its ethical atmosphere. Here then is a real teaching, whatever be its standards and principles, true or false; and it at least tends towards cultivation of the intellect; 15 it at least recognises that knowledge is something more than a sort of passive reception of scraps and details; it is a some- thing, and it does a something, which never will issue from the most strenuous efforts of a set of teachers with no mutual sympathies and no intercommunion, of a set of 20 examiners with no opinions which they dare profess, and with no common principles, who are teaching or questioning a set of youths who do not know them, and do not know each other, on a large number of subjects, different in kind, and connected by no wide philosophy, three times a week, 25 or three times a year, or once in three years, in chill lecture- rooms or on a pompous anniversary. Nay, self-education in any shape, in the most restricted sense, is preferable to a system of teaching which, professing so much, really does so little for the mind. Shut your 30 college gates against the votary of knowledge, throw him back upon the searchings and the efforts of his own mind; he will gain by being spared an entrance into your babel. Few indeed there are who can dispense with the stimulus and support of instructors, or will do anything at all, if 35 left to themselves. And fewer still (though such great minds are to be found), who will not, from such unassisted attempts, contract a self-reliance and a self-esteem, which KNOWLEDGE IN RELATION TO LEARNING 73 are not only moral evils, but serious hindrances to the attain- ment of truth. And next to none, perhaps, or none, who will not be reminded from time to time of the disadvantage under which they lie, by their imperfect grounding, by the breaks, deficiencies, and irregularities of their knowledge, by the 5 eccentricity of opinion and the confusion of principle which they exhibit. They will be too often ignorant of what every one knows and takes for granted, of that multitude of small truths which fall upon the mind like dust, impalpable and ever accumulating; they may be unable to converse, they 10 may argue perversely, they may pride themselves on their worst paradoxes or their grossest truisms, they may be full of their own mode of viewing things, unwilling to be put out of their way, slow to enter into the minds of others; but, with these and whatever other liabilities upon their 15 heads, they are likely to have more thought, more mind, more philosophy, more true enlargement, than those earnest but ill-used persons who are forced to load their minds with a score of subjects against an examination, who have too much on their hands to indulge themselves in thinking 20 or investigation, who devour premise and conclusion together with indiscriminate greediness, who hold whole sciences on faith, and commit demonstrations to memory, and who too often, as might be expected, when their period of education is passed, throw up all they have learned in disgust, having 25 gained nothing really by their anxious labours, except per- haps the habit of application. Yet such is the better specimen of the fruit of that ambi- tious system which has of late years been making way among us: for its result on ordinary minds, and on the common 50 run of students, is less satisfactory still; they leave their place of education simply dissipated and relaxed by the multiplicity of subjects, which they have never really mastered, and so shallow as not even to know their shalknv- ness. How much better, I say, it is for the active and 3} thoughtful intellect, where such is to be found, to eschew the college and the university altogether, than to submit 74 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN to a drudgery so ignoble, a mockery so contumelious ! How much more profitable for the independent mind, after the mere rudiments of education, to range through a library at random, taking down books as they meet him, and pursuing 5 the trains of thought which his mother wit suggests! How much healthier to wander into the fields, and there with the exiled prince to find " tongues in the trees, books in the running brooks! " How much more genuine an education is that of the poor boy in the poem 1 a poem, whether 10 in conception or execution, one of the most touching in our language who, not in the wide world, but ranging day by day around his widowed mother's home, " a dextrous gleaner " in a narrow field and with only such slender outfit as the village school and books a few 15 Supplied, contrived from the beach, and the quay, and the fisher's boat, and the inn's fireside, and the tradesman's shop, and the shepherd's walk, and the smuggler's hut, and the mossy moor, and the screaming gulls, and the restless waves, 20 to fashion for himself a philosophy and a poetry of his own ! But in a large subject, I am exceeding my necessary limits. Gentlemen, I must conclude abruptly; and postpone any summing up of my argument, should that be necessary, to another day. 1 Crabbe's Tales of the Hall. This poem, let me say, I read on its first publication, above thirty years ago, with extreme delight, and have never lost my love of it; and on taking it up lately, found I was even more touched by it than heretofore. A work which can please in youth and age, seems to fulfil (in logical language) the accidental definition of a classic. (A further course of twenty years has passed, and I bear the same witness in favour of this poem.) LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 1 MATTHEW ARNOLD PRACTICAL people talk with a smile of Plato and of his absolute ideas; and it is impossible to deny that Plato's ideas do often seem unpractical and impracticable, and especially when one views them in connection with the life of a great workaday world like the United States. The 5 necessary staple of the life of such a world Plato regards with disdain; handicraft and trade and the working pro- fessions he regards with disdain; but what becomes of the life of an industrial modern community if you take handi- craft and trade and the working professions out of it? The 10 base mechanic arts and handicrafts, says Plato, bring about a natural weakness in the principle of excellence in a man, so that he cannot govern the ignoble growths in him, but nurses them, and cannot understand fostering any other. Those who exercise such arts and trades, as they have their 15 bodies, he says, marred by their vulgar businesses, so they have their souls, too, bowed and broken by them. And if one of these uncomely people has a mind to seek self- culture and philosophy, Plato compares him to a bald little tinker, who has scraped together money, and has got his 20 release from service, and has had a bath, and bought a new coat, and is rigged out like a bridegroom about to marry the daughter of his master who has fallen into poor and helpless estate. Nor do the working professions fare any better than trade 25 at the hands of Plato. He draws for us an inimitable picture of the working lawyer, and of his life of bondage; he shows 1 From " Discourses in America," 1885. 75 76 MATTHEW ARNOLD how this bondage from his youth up has stunted and warped him, and made him small and crooked of soul, encompassing him with difficulties which he is not man enough to rely on justice and truth as means to encounter, but has recourse, 5 for help out of them, to falsehood and wrong. And so, says Plato, this poor creature is bent and broken, and grows up from boy to man without a particle of soundness in him, although exceedingly smart and clever in his own esteem. One cannot refuse to admire the artist who draws these 10 pictures. But we say to ourselves that his ideas show the influence of a primitive and obsolete order of things, when the warrior caste and the priestly caste were alone in honour, and the humble work of the world was done by slaves. We have now changed all that; the modern majority consists 15 in work, as Emerson declares; and in work, we may add, principally of such plain and dusty kind as the work of cultivators of the ground, handicraftsmen, men of trade and business, men of the working professions. Above all is this true in a great industrious community such as that of 20 the United States. Now education, many people go on to say, is still mainly governed by the ideas of men like Plato, who lived when the warrior caste a'nd the priestly or philosophical class were alone in honour, and the really useful part of the community 25 were slaves. It is an education fitted for persons of leisure in such a community. This education passed from Greece and Rome to the feudal communities of Europe, where also the warrior caste and the priestly caste were alone held in honour, and where the really useful and working part of 30 the community, though not nominally slaves as in the pagan world, were practically not much better off than slaves, and not more seriously regarded. And how absurd it is, people end by saying, to inflict this education upon an industrious modern community, where very few indeed are persons 35 of leisure, and the mass to be considered has not leisure, but is bound, for its own great good, and for the great good of the world at large, to plain labour and to industrial pursuits, LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 77 and the education in question tends necessarily to make men dissatisfied with these pursuits and unfitted for them! That is what is said. So far I must defend Plato, as to plead that his view of education and studies is in the general, 5 as it seems to me, sound enough, and fitted for all sorts and conditions of men, whatever their pursuits may be. "An intelligent man," says Plato, " will prize those studies which result in his soul getting soberness, righteousness, and wisdom, and will less value the others." I cannot consider that a 10 bad description of the aim of education, and of the motives which should govern us in the choice of studies, whether we are preparing ourselves for a hereditary seat in the English House of Lords or for the pork trade in Chicago. Still I admit that Plato's world was not ours, that his 15 scorn of trade and handicraft is fantastic, that he had no conception of a great industrial community such as that of the United States, and that such a community must and will shape its education to suit its own needs. If the usual education handed down to it from the past does not suit it, 20 it will certainly before long drop this and try another. The usual education in the past has been mainly literary. The question is whether the studies which were long supposed to be the best for all of us are practically the best now; whether others are not better. The tyranny of the past, 25 many think, weighs on us injuriously in the predominance given to letters in education. The question is raised whether, to meet the needs of our modern life, the predominance ought not now to pass from letters to science; and naturally the question is nowhere raised with more energy than 30 here in the United States. The design of abasing what is called " mere literary instruction and education," and of exalting what is called " sound, extensive, and practical scientific knowledge," is, in this intensely modern world of the United States, even more perhaps than in Europe, 35 a very popular design, and makes great and rapid progress. I am going to ask whether the present movement for 78 MATTHEW ARNOLD ousting letters from their old predominance in education, and for transferring the predominance in education to the natural sciences, whether this brisk and flourishing move- ment ought to prevail, and whether it is likely that in the 5 end it really will prevail. An objection may be raised which I will anticipate. My own studies have been almost wholly in letters, and my visits to the field of the natural sciences have been very slight and inadequate, although those sciences have always strongly moved my curiosity. A man 10 of letters, it will perhaps be said, is not competent to dis- cuss the comparative merits of letters and natural science as means of education. To thb objection I reply, first of all, that his incompetence if he attempts the discussion but is really incompetent for it, will be abundantly visible; 15 nobody will be taken in; he will have plenty of sharp observers and critics to save mankind from that danger. But the line I am going to follow is, as you will soon dis- cover, so extremely simple, that perhaps it may be followed without failure even by one who for a more ambitious line 20 of discussion would be quite incompetent. Some of you may possibly remember a phrase of mine which has been the object of a good deal of comment; an observation to the effect that in our culture, the aim being to know ourselves and the world, we have, as the means to 25 this end, to know the best which has been thought and said in the world. A man of science, who is also an excellent writer and the very prince of debaters, Professor Huxley, in a dis- course at the opening of Sir Josiah Mason's College at Birmingham, laying hold of this phrase, expanded it by 30 quoting some more words of mine, which are these: " The civilised world is to be regarded as now being, for intellectual and spiritual purposes, one great confederation, bound to a joint action and working to a common result; and whose members have for their proper outfit a knowledge of Greek, 35 Roman, and Eastern antiquity, and of one another. Special local and temporary advantages being put out of recount, that modern nation will in the intellectual and spiritual LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 79 sphere make most progress, which most thoroughly carries out this programme." Now on my phrase, thus enlarged, Professor Huxley remarks that when I speak of the above-mentioned knowl- edge as enabling us to know ourselves and the world, I 5 I assert literature to contain the materials which suffice for thus making us know ourselves and the world. But it is not by any means clear, says he, that after having learned all which ancient and modern literatures have to tell us, we have laid a sufficiently broad and deep foundation fono that criticism of life, that knowledge of ourselves and the world, which constitutes culture. On the contrary, Pro- fessor Huxley declares that he finds himself " wholly unable to admit that either nations or individuals will really advance, if their outfit draws nothing from the stores of physical 15 science. An army without weapons of precision, and with no particular base of operations, might more hopefully enter upon a campaign on the Rhine, than a man, devoid of a knowledge of what physical science has done in the last century, upon a criticism of life." 20 - This shows how needful it is for those who are to discuss any matter together, to have a common understanding as to the sense of the terms they employ, how needful, and how difficult. What Professor Huxley says, implies just the reproach which is so often brought against the study 25 of belles lettres, as they are called: that the study is an elegant one, but slight and ineffectual; a smattering of Greek and Latin and other ornamental things, of little use for any one whose object is to get at truth, and to be a practical man. So, too, M. Renan talks of the "superficial humanism "30 of a school course which treats us as if we were all going to be poets, writers, preachers, orators, and he opposes this hu- manism to positive science, or the critical search after truth. And there is always a tendency in those who are remonstrat- ing against the predominance of letters in education, 1035 understand by letters belles lettres, and by belles lettres a su- perficial humanism, the opposite of science or true knowledge. 80 MATTHEW ARNOLD But when we talk of knowing Greek and Roman antiquity, for instance, which is the knowledge people have called the humanities, I for my part mean a knowledge which is some- thing more than a superficial humanism, mainly decorative. 5 " I call all teaching scientific," says Wolf, the critic of Homer, " which is systematically laid out and followed up to its original sources. For example: a knowledge of classical antiquity is scientific when the remains of classical antiquity are correctly studied in the original languages." There can 10 be no doubt that Wolf is perfectly right; that all learning is scientific which is systematically laid out and followed up to its original sources, and that a genuine humanism is scientific. When I speak of knowing Greek and Roman antiquity, 15 therefore, as a help to knowing ourselves and the world, I mean more than a knowledge of so much vocabulary, so much grammar, so many portions of authors in the Greek and Latin languages; I mean knowing the Greeks and Romans, and their life and genius, and what they were and 20 did in the world; what we get from them, and what is its value. That, at least, is the ideal; and when we talk of endeavouring to know Greek and Roman antiquity, as a help to knowing ourselves and the world, we mean endeavour- ing so to know them as to satisfy this ideal, however much 25 we may still fall short of it. The same also as to knowing our own and other modern nations, with the like aim of getting to understand ourselves and the world. To know the best that has been thought and said by the modern nations, is to know, says Professor 30 Huxley, " only what modern literatures have to tell us; il is the criticism of life contained in modern literature." And yet " the distinctive character of our times," he urges, II lies in the vast and constantly increasing part which is played by natural knowledge." And how, therefore, can a 35 man, devoid of knowledge of what physical science has done in the last century, enter hopefully upon a criticism of modern life? LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 81 Let us, I say, be agreed about the meaning of the terms we are using. I talk of knowing the best which has been thought and uttered in the world; Professor Huxley says this means knowing literature. Literature is a large word; it may mean everything written with letters or printed in a book. 5 Euclid's Elements and Newton's Principia are thus literature. All knowledge that reaches us through books is literature. But by literature Professor Huxley means belles lettres. He means to make me say, that knowing the best which has been thought and said by the modern nations is knowing 10 their belles lettres and no more. And this is no sufficient equipment, he argues, for a criticism of modern life. But as I do not mean, by knowing ancient Rome, knowing merely more or less of Latin belles lettres, and taking no account of Rome's military, and political, and legal, and 15 administrative work in the world; and as, by knowing ancient Greece, I understand knowing her as the giver of Greek art, and the guide to a free and right use of reason and to scientific method, and the founder of our mathematics and physics and astronomy and biology, I understand 20 knowing her as all this, and not merely knowing certain Greek poems, and histories, and treatises, and speeches, so as to the knowledge of modern nations also. By know- ing modern nations, I mean not merely knowing their belles lettres, but knowing also what has been done by such men as 25 Copernicus, Galileo, Newton, Darwin. " Our ancestors learned," says Professor Huxley, " that the earth is the centre of the visible universe, and that man is the cynosure of things terrestrial; and more especially was it inculcated that the course of nature has no fixed order, but that it could be, 30 and constantly was, altered." But for us now, continues Professor Huxley, " the notions of the beginning and the end of the world entertained by our forefathers are no longer credible. It is very certain that the earth is not the chief body in the material universe, and that the world is not 35 subordinated to man's use. It is even more certain that nature is the expression of a definite order, with which noth- 82 MATTHEW ARNOLD ing interferes." " And yet," he cries, " the purely classical education advocated by the representatives of the humanists in our day gives no inkling of all this!" In due place and time I will just touch upon that vexed 5 question of classical education; but at present the question is as to what is meant by knowing the best which modern nations have thought and said. It is not knowing their belles lettres merely which is meant. To know Italian belles lettres is not to know Italy, and to know English belles lettres 10 is not to know England. Into knowing Italy and England there comes a great deal more, Galileo and Newton amongst it. The reproach of being a superficial humanism, a tincture of belles lettres, may attach rightly enough to some other disciplines; but to the particular discipline recommended 15 when I proposed knowing the best that has been thought and said in the world, it does not apply. In that best I certainly include what in modern times has been thought and said by the great observers and knowers of nature. There is, therefore, really no question between Professor 20 Huxley and me as to whether knowing the great results of the modern scientific study of nature is not required as a part of our culture, as well as knowing the products of lit- erature and art. But to follow the processes by which those results are reached, ought, say the friends of physical science, 25 to be made the staple of education for the bulk of mankind. And here there does arise a question between those whom Professor Huxley calls with playful sarcasm " the Levites of culture," and those whom the poor humanist is sometimes apt to regard as its Nebuchadnezzars. 30 The great results of the scientific investigation of nature we are agreed upon knowing, but how much of our study- are we bound to give to the processes by which those results are reached? The results have their visible bearing on human life. But all the processes, too, all the items of fact by which 35 those results are reached and established, are interesting. All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men. It is very interesting LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 83 to know, that, from the albuminous white of the egg, the chick in the egg gets the materials for its flesh, bones, blood, and feathers; while, from the fatty yolk of the egg, it gets the heat and energy which enable it at length to break its shell and begin the world. It is less interesting, perhaps, 5 but still it is interesting, to know that when a taper burns, the wax is converted into carbonic acid and water. More- over, it is quite true that the habit of dealing with facts, which is given by the study of nature, is, as the friends of physical science praise it for being, an excellent discipline. 10 The appeal, in the study of nature, is constantly to observa- tion and experiment; not only is it said that the thing is so, but we can be made to see that it is so. Not only does a man tell us that when a taper burns the wax is converted into carbonic acid and water, as a man may tell us, if he 15 likes, that Charon is punting his ferry boat on the river Styx, or that Victor Hugo is a sublime poet, or Mr. Glad- stone the most admirable of statesmen; but we are made to see that the conversion into carbonic acid and water does actually happen. This reality of natural knowledge it is, 20 which makes the friends of physical science contrast it, as a knowledge of things, with the humanist's knowledge, which is, they say, a knowledge of words. And hence Professor Huxley is moved to lay it down that, " for the purpose of attaining real culture, an exclusively scientific education is at 25 least as effectual as an exclusively literary education." And a certain President of the Section for Mechanical Science in the British Association is, in Scripture phrase, " very bold," and declares that if a man, in his mental training, " has substituted literature and history for natural 30 science, he has chosen the less useful alternative." But whether we go these lengths or not, we must all admit that in natural science the habit gained of dealing with facts' is a most valuable discipline, and that every one should have some experience of it. 35 More than this, however, is demanded by the reformers. It is proposed to make the training in natural science the 84 MATTHEW ARNOLD main part of education, for the great majority of mankind at any rate. And here, I confess, I part company with the friends of physical science, with whom up to this point I have been agreeing. In differing from them, however, I 5 wish to proceed with the utmost caution and diffidence. The smallness of my own acquaintance with the disciplines of natural science is ever before my mind, and I am fearful of doing these disciplines an injustice. The ability and pugnacity of the partisans of natural science make them 10 formidable persons to contradict. The tone of tentative inquiry, which befits a being -of dim faculties and bounded knowledge, is the tone I would wish to take and not to depart from. At present it seems to me, that those who are for giving to natural knowledge, as they call it, the chief place 15 in the education of the majority of mankind, leave one important thing out of their account: the constitution of human nature. But I put this forward on the strength of some facts not at all recondite, very far from it; facts capable of being stated in the simplest possible fashion, and to which, 20 if I so state them, the man of science will, I am sure, be willing to allow their due weight. Deny the facts altogether, I think, he hardly can. He can hardly deny, that when we set ourselves to enumerate the powers which go to the building up of human life, and 25 say that they are the power of conduct, the power of intellect and knowledge, the power of beauty, and the power of social life and manners, he can hardly deny that this scheme, though drawn in rough and plain lines enough, and not pretending to scientific exactness, does yet give a fairly 30 true representation of the matter. Human nature is built up by these powers; we have the need for them all. When we have rightly met and adjusted the claims of them all, we shall then be in a fair way for getting soberness and righteousness, with wisdom. This is evident enough, and 35 the friends of physical science would admit it. But perhaps they may not have sufficiently observed another thing: namely, that the several powers just men- LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 85 tioned are not isolated, but there is, in the generality of mankind, a perpetual tendency to relate them one to another in divers ways. With one such way of relating them I am particularly concerned now. Following our instinct for intellect and knowledge, we acquire pieces of knowledge; 5 and presently, in the generality of men, there arises the desire to relate these pieces of knowledge to our sense for conduct, to our sense for beauty, and there is weariness and dis- satisfaction if the desire is balked. Now in this desire lies, I think, the strength of that hold which letters have upon us. 10 All knowledge is, as I said just now, interesting; and even items of knowledge which from the nature of the case can- not well be related, but must stand isolated in our thoughts, have their interest. Even lists of exceptions have their interest. If we are studying Greek accents, it is interesting 15 to know that pais and pas, and some other monosyllables of the same form of declension, do not take the circumflex upon the last syllable of the genitive plural, but vary, in this respect, from the common rule. If we are studying physiology, it is interesting to know that the pulmonary 20 artery carries dark blood and the pulmonary vein carries bright blood, departing in this respect from the common rule for the division of labour between the veins and the arteries. But every one knows how we seek naturally to combine the pieces of our knowledge together, to bring them 25 under general rules, to relate them to principles; and how unsatisfactory and tiresome it would be to go on forever learning lists of exceptions, or accumulating items of fact which must stand isolated. Well, that same need of relating our knowledge, which 30 operates here within the sphere of our knowledge itself, we shall find operating, also, outside that sphere. We expe- rience, as we go on learning and knowing, the vast majority of us experience, the need of relating what we have learned and known to the sense which we have in us for conduct, 1035 the sense which we have in us for beauty. A certain Greek prophetess of Mantineia in Arcadia, 86 MATTHEW ARNOLD Diotima by name, once explained to the philosopher Socrates that love, and impulse, and bent of all kinds, is, in fact, nothing else but the desire in men that good should for- ever be present to them. This desire for good, Diotima 5 assured Socrates, is our fundamental desire, of which fun- damental desire every impulse in us is only some one par- ticular form. And therefore this fundamental desire it is, I suppose, this desire in men that good should be for- ever present to them, which acts in us when we feel the 10 impulse for relating our knowledge to our sense for conduct and to our sense for beauty. At any rate, with men in general the instinct exists. Such is human nature. And the instinct, it will be admitted, is innocent, and human nature is preserved by our following the lead of its innocent 15 instincts. Therefore, in seeking to gratify this instinct in question, we are following the instinct of self-preserva- tion in humanity. But, no doubt, some kinds of knowledge cannot be made to directly serve the instinct in question, cannot be directly 20 related to the sense for beauty, to the sense for conduct. These are instrument-knowledges; they lead on to other knowledges, which can. A man who passes his life in instru- ment-knowledges is a specialist. They may be invaluable as instruments to something beyond, for those who have 25 the gift thus to employ them ; and they may be disciplines in themselves wherein it is useful for every one to have some schooling. But it is inconceivable that the generality of men should pass all their mental life with Greek accents or with formal logic. My friend Professor Sylvester, who 30 is one of the first mathematicians in the world, holds tran- scendental doctrines as to the virtue of mathematics, but those doctrines are not for common men. In the very Sen- ate House and heart of our English Cambridge I once ventured, though not without an apology for my profane- 35 ness, to hazard the opinion that for the majority of man- kind a little of mathematics, even, goes a long way. Of course this is quite consistent with their being of immense LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 87 importance as an instrument to something else; but it is the few who have the aptitude for thus using them, not the bulk of mankind. The natural sciences do not, however, stand on the same footing with these instrument-knowledges. Experience 5 shows us that the generality of men will find more interest in learning that, when a taper burns, the wax is converted into carbonic acid and water, or in learning the explanation of the phenomenon of dew, or in learning how the circulation of the blood is carried on, than they find in learning that 10 the genitive plural of pals and pas does not take the cir- cumflex on the termination. And one piece of natural knowledge is added to another, and others are added to that, and at last we come to propositions so interesting as Mr. Darwin's famous proposition that " our ancestor was a hairy 15 quadruped furnished \vith a tail and pointed ears, probably arboreal in his habits." Or we come to propositions of such reach and magnitude as those which Professor Huxley delivers, when he says that the notions of our forefathers about the beginning and the end of the world were all wrong 20 and that nature is the expression of a definite order with which nothing interferes. Interesting, indeed, these results of science are, important they are, and we should all of us be acquainted with them. But what I now wish you to mark is, that we are still, when 25 they are propounded to us and we receive them, we are still in the sphere of intellect and knowledge. And for the gen- erality of men there will be found, I say, to arise, w r hen they have duly taken in the proposition that their ancestor was " a hairy quadruped furnished with a tail and pointed ears, 30 probably arboreal in his habits," there will be found to arise an invincible desire to relate this proposition to the sense in us for conduct, and to the sense in us for bea'uty. But this the men of science will not do for us, and will hardly even profess to do. They will give us other pieces 35 of knowledge, other facts, about other animals and their ancestors, or about plants, or about stones, or about stars; 88 MATTHEW ARNOLD and they may finally bring us to those great " general con- ceptions of the universe, which are forced upon us all," says Professor Huxley, " by the progress of physical science." But still it will be knowledge only which they give us; knowl- 5 edge not put for us into relation with our sense for conduct, our sense for beauty, and touched with emotion by being so put; not thus put for us, and therefore, to the majority of mankind, after a certain while, unsatisfying, wearying. Not to the born naturalist, I admit. But what do we 10 mean by a born naturalist? We mean a man in whom the zeal for observing nature is so uncommonly strong and eminent, that it marks him off from the bulk of mankind. Such a man will pass his life happily in collecting natural knowledge and reasoning upon it, and will ask for nothing, 1 5 or hardly anything, more. I have heard it said that the sagacious and admirable naturalist whom we lost not very- long ago, Mr. Darwin, once owned to a friend that for his part he did not experience the necessity for two things which most men find so necessary to them, religion and poetry; 20 science and the domestic affections, he thought, were enough. To a born naturalist, I can well understand that this should seem so. So absorbing is his occupation with nature, so strong his love for his occupation, that he goes on acquiring natural knowledge and reasoning upon it, and has little time 25 or inclination for thinking about getting it related to the desire in man for conduct, the desire in man for beauty. He relates it to them for himself as he goes along, so far as he feels the need; and he draws from the domestic affec- tions all the additional solace necessary. But then Darwins 30 are extremely rare. Another great and admirable master of natural knowledge, Faraday, was a Sandemanian. That is to say, he related his knowledge to his instinct for conduct and to his instinct for beauty, by the aid of that respectable Scottish sectary, Robert Sandeman. And so strong, in 35 general, is the demand of religion and poetry to have their share in a man, to associate themselves with his knowing, and to relieve and rejoice it, that probably, for one man LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 89 amongst us with the disposition to do as Darwin did in this respect, there are at least fifty with the disposition to do as Faraday. Education lays hold upon us, in fact, by satisfying this demand. Professor Huxley holds up to scorn mediaeval s education, with its neglect of the knowledge of nature, its poverty even of literary studies, its formal logic devoted to " showing how and why that which the Church said was true must be true." But the great mediaeval universities were not brought into being, we may be sure, by the zeal 10 for giving a jejune and contemptible education. Kings have been their nursing fathers, and queens have been their nursing mothers, but not for this. The mediaeval universities came into being, because the supposed knowledge, delivered by Scripture and the Church, so deeply engaged men's 15 hearts, by so simply, easily, and powerfully relating itself to their desire for conduct, their desire for beauty. All other knowledge was dominated by this supposed knowl- edge and was subordinated to it, because of the surpassing strength of the hold which it gained upon the affections of 20 men, by allying itself profoundly with their sense for conduct, their sense for beauty. But now, says Professor Huxley, conceptions of the universe fatal to the notions held by our forefathers have been forced upon us by physical science. Grant to him 25 that they are thus fatal, that the new conceptions must and will soon become current everywhere, and that every one will finally perceive them to be fatal to the beliefs of our forefathers. The need of humane letters, as they are truly called, because they serve the paramount desire in 30 men that good should be forever present to them, the need of humane letters to establish a relation between the, new conceptions, and our instinct for beauty, our instinct for conduct, is only the more visible. The middle age could do without humane letters, as it could do without the study 35 of nature, because its supposed knowledge was made to engage its emotions so powerfully. Grant that the supposed 90 MATTHEW ARNOLD knowledge disappears, its power of being made to engage the emotions will of course disappear along with it, but the emotions themselves, and their claim to be engaged and satisfied, will remain. Now if we find by experience 5 that humane letters have an undeniable power of engaging the emotions, the importance of humane letters in a man's training becomes not less, but greater, in proportion to the success of modern science in extirpating what it calls " med- iaeval thinking." 10 Have humane letters, then, have poetry and eloquence, the power here attributed to them of engaging the emotions, and do they exercise it? And if they have it and exercise it, how do they exercise it, so as to exert an influence upon man's sense for conduct, his sense for beauty? Finally, 1 5 even if they both can and do exert an influence upon the senses in question, how are they to relate to them the results, the modern results, of natural science? All these questions may be asked. First, have poetry and eloquence the power of calling out the emotions? The appeal is to 20 experience. Experience show's that for the vast majority 'of men, for mankind in general, they have the power. Next, do they exercise it? They do. But then, how do they exer- cise it so as to affect man's sense for conduct, his sense for beauty? And this is perhaps a case for applying the 25 Preacher's words: "Though a man labor to seek it out, yet he shall not find it; yea, further, though a wise man think to know it, yet shall he not be able to find it." : Why should it be one thing, in its effect upon the emotions, to say, " Patience is a virtue," and quite another thing, in its 3 effect upon the emotions, to say with Homer, r\rjTov yap Motpcu dvfj&v O^ffav avOpibiroLcnv - " for an enduring heart have the destinies appointed to the children of men " ? Why should it be one thing, in its effect upon the emotions, to say with philosopher Spinoza, 1 From Kcclcsiastes, viii. 17. '- From the " Iliad," xxiv, 49. LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 91 Felicitas in eo consistit quod homo suum esse conservare potest " Man's happiness consists in his being able to preserve his own essence," and quite another thing, in its effect upon the emotions, to say with the Gospel, " What is a man advantaged, if he gain the whole world, and lose himself, 5 forfeit himself? " How does this difference of effect arise? I cannot tell, and I am not much concerned to know; the important thing is that it does arise, and that we can profit by it. But how, finally, are poetry and eloquence to exercise the power of relating the modern results of natural science 10 to man's instinct for conduct, his instinct for beauty? And here again I answer that I do not know how they will exercise it, but that they can and will exercise it I am sure. I do not mean that modern philosophical poets and modern philosophical moralists are to come and relate for us, in 15 express terms, the results of modern scientific research to our instinct for conduct, our instinct for beauty. But I mean that we shall find, as a matter of experience, if we know the best that has been thought and uttered in the world, we shall find that the art and poetry and eloquence 20 of men who lived, perhaps, long ago, who had the most limited natural knowledge, who had the most erroneous conceptions about many important matters, we shall find that this art, and poetry, and eloquence, have in fact not only the power of refreshing and delighting us, they have also 25 the power, such is the strength and worth, in essentials, of their authors' criticism of life, they have a fortifying, and elevating, and quickening, and suggestive power, capable of wonderfully helping us to relate the results of modern science to our need for conduct, our need for beauty. 30 Homer's conceptions of the physical universe were, I imagine, grotesque; but really, under the shock of hearing from modern science that " the world is not subordinated to man's use, and that man is not the cynosure of things terrestrial," I could, for my own part, desire no better comfort than 35 Homer's line which I quoted just now, yap 92 MATTHEW ARNOLD " for an enduring heart have the destinies appointed to the children of men! " And the more that men's minds are cleared, the more that the results of science are frankly accepted, the more 5 that poetry and eloquence come to be received and studied as what in truth they really are, the criticism of life by gifted men, alive and active with extraordinary power at an unusual number of points; so much the more will the value of humane letters, and of art also, which is an utter- loance having a like kind of power with theirs, be felt and acknowledged, and their place in education be secured. Let us therefore, all of us. avoid indeed as much as pos- sible any invidious comparison between the merits of humane letters, as means of education, and the merits of the natural 15 sciences. But when some President of a Section for Me- chanical Science insists on making the comparison, and tells us that " he who in his training has substituted literature and history for natural science has chosen the less useful alternative," let us make answer to him that the student 20 of humane letters only, will, at least, know also the great general conceptions brought in by modern physical science; for science, as Professor Huxley says, forces them upon us all. But the student of the natural sciences only, will, by our very hypothesis, know nothing of humane letters; not 25 to mention that in setting himself to be perpetually accu- mulating natural knowledge, he sets himself to do what only specialists have in general the gift for doing genially. And so he will probably be unsatisfied, or at any rate incomplete, and even more incomplete than the student of humane 30 letters only. I once mentioned in a school report, how a young man in one of our English training colleges having to paraphrase the passage in Macbeth beginning, Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased? 35 turned this line into, " Can you not wait upon the lunatic?" And I remarked what a curious state of things it would be, LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 93 if every pupil of our national schools knew, let us say, that the moon is two thousand one hundred and sixty miles in diameter, and thought at the same time that a good para- phase for Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased? 5 was, " Can you not wait upon the lunatic?" If one is driven to choose, I think I would rather have a young person ignorant about the moon's diameter, but aware that " Can you not wait upon the lunatic?" is bad, than a young person whose education had been such as to manage things 10 the other way. Or to go higher than the pupils of our national schools. I have in my mind's eye a member of our British Parliament who comes to travel here in America, who afterwards relates his travels, and who shows a really masterly knowledge of 15 the geology of this great country and of its mining capabil- ities, but who ends by gravely suggesting that the United States should borrow a prince from our Royal Family, and should make him their king, and should create a House of Lords of great landed proprietors after the pattern of ours; 20 and then America, he thinks, would have her future happily and perfectly secured. Surely, in this case, the President of the Section for Mechanical Science would himself hardly say that our member of Parliament, by concentrating him- self upon geology and mineralogy, and so on, and not attend- 25 ing to literature and history, had '" chosen the more useful alternative." If then there is to be separation and option between humane letters on the one hand, and the natural sciences on the other, the great majority of mankind, all who have 30 not exceptional and overpowering aptitudes for the study of nature, would do well, I cannot but think, to choose to be educated in humane letters rather than in the natural sciences. Letters will call out their being at more points, will make them live more. 35 I said that before I ended I would just touch on the ques- tion of classical education, and I will keep my word. Even if literature is to retain a large place in our education, yet Latin and Greek, say the friends of progress, will certainly have to go. Greek is the grand offender in the eyes of these S gentlemen. The attackers of the established course of study think that against Greek, at any rate, they have irresistible arguments. Literature may perhaps be needed in education, they say; but why on earth should it be Greek literature? Why not French or German? Nay, " has not ioan Englishman models in his own literature of every kind of excellence?" As before, it is not on any weak pleadings of my own that I rely for convincing the gainsay ers; it is on the constitution of human nature itself, and on the instinct of self-preservation in humanity. The instinct for beauty 15 is set in human nature, as surely as the instinct for knowl- edge is set there, or the instinct for conduct. If the instinct for beauty is served by Greek literature and art as it is served by no other literature and art, we may trust to the instinct of self-preservation in humanity for keeping Greek 20 as part of our culture. We may trust to it for even making the study of Greek more prevalent than it is now. Greek will come, I hope, some day to be studied more rationally than at present; but it will be increasingly studied as men increasingly feel the need in them for beauty, and how 25 powerfully Greek art and Greek literature can serve this need. Women will again study Greek, as Lady Jane Grey did; I believe that in that chain of forts, with which the fair host of the Amazons are now engirdling our English univer- sities, I find that here in America, in colleges like Smith 30 College in Massachusetts, and Vassar College in the State of New York, and in the happy families of the mixed universi- ties out West, they are studying it already. Defuit una mihi symmetric, prisca, " The antique sym- metry was the one thing wanting to me," said Leonardo da 35 Vinci; and he was an Italian. I will not presume to speak for the Americans, but I am sure that, in the Englishman, the _ want of this admirable symmetry of the Greeks is a thousand LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 95 times more great and crying than in any Italian. The results of the want show themselves most glaringly, perhaps, in our architecture, but they show themselves, also, in all our art. Fit details strictly combined, in view of a large general result nobly conceived; that is just the beautiful symmetria prisca 5 of the Greeks, and it is just where we English fail, where all our art fails. Striking ideas we have, and well-executed details we have; but that high symmetry which, with satisfying and delightful effect, combines them, we seldom or never have. The glorious beauty of the Acropolis at 10 Athens did not come from single fine things stuck about on that hill, a statue here, a gateway there; no, it arose from all things being perfectly combined for a supreme total effect. What must not an Englishman feel about our deficiencies in this respect, as the sense for beauty, whereof this sym- 15 metry is an essential element, awakens and strengthens within him! what will not one day be his respect and desire for Greece and its symmetria prisca, when the scales drop from his eyes as he walks the London streets, and he sees such a lesson in meanness as the Strand, for instance, in 20 its true deformity! But here we are coming to our friend Mr. Ruskin's province, and I will not intrude upon it, for he is its very sufficient guardian. And so we at last find, it seems, we find flowing in favor of the humanities the natural and necessary stream of things, 25 which seemed against them when we started. The " hairy quadruped furnished with a tail and pointed ears, probably arboreal in his habits," this good fellow carried hidden in his nature, apparently, something destined to develop into a necessity for humane letters. Nay, more: we seem finally 30 to be even led to the further conclusion that our hairy ancestor carried in his nature, also, a necessity for Greek. And therefore, to say the truth, I cannot really 'think that humane letters are in much actual danger of being thrust out from their leading place in education, in spite of the 35 array of authorities against them at this moment. So long as human nature is what it is, their attractions will remain 96 MATTHEW ARNOLD irresistible. As with Greek, so with letters generally: they will some day come, we may hope, to be studied more ration- ally, but they will not lose their place. What will happen will rather be that there will be crowded into education 5 other matters besides, far too many; there will be, perhaps, a period of unsettlement and confusion and false tendency; but letters will not in the end lose their leading place. If they lose it for a time, they will get it back again. We shall be brought back to them by our wants and aspirations. 10 And a poor humanist may possess his soul in patience, neither strive nor cry, admit the energy and brilliancy of the partisans of physical science, and their present favor with the public, to be far greater than his own, and still have a happy faith that the nature of things works silently on 15 behalf of the studies which he loves, and that, while we shall all have to acquaint ourselves with the great results reached by modern science, and to give ourselves as much training in its disciplines as we can conveniently carry, yet the majority of men will always require humane letters; and so much the 20 more, as they have the more and the greater results of science to relate to the need in man for conduct, and to the need in him for beauty, HOW TO READ l FREDERIC HARRISON IT is the fashion for those who have any connection with letters to expatiate on the infinite blessings of literature, and the miraculous achievements of the press: to extol, as a gift above price, the taste for study and the love of reading. Far be it from me to gainsay the inestimable 5 value of good books, or to discourage any man from reading the best; but I often think that we forget that other side to this glorious view of literature the misuse of books, the debilitating waste of brain in aimless, promiscuous, vapid reading, or even, it may be, in the poisonous inhalation ofio mere literary garbage and bad men's worst thoughts. For what can a book be more than the man who wrote it? The brightest genius seldom puts the best of his own soul into his printed page; and some famous men have certainly put the worst of theirs. Yet are all men desirable com- 15 panions, much less teachers, able to give us advice, even of those who get reputation and command a hearing? To put out of the question that writing which is positively bad, are we not, amidst the multiplicity of books and of writers, in continual danger of being drawn off by what is stimulating 20 rather than solid, by curiosity after something accidentally notorious, by what has no intelligible thing to recommend it, except that it is new? Now, to stuff our minds with what is simply trivial, simply curious, or that which at best has but a low nutritive power, this is to close our minds to what is 25 solid and enlarging, and spiritually sustaining. Whether 1 From " The Choice of Books," 1891. Printed here by permission of The Macmillan Company. 97 98 FREDERIC HARRISON our neglect of the great books comes from our not reading at all, or from an incorrigible habit of reading the little books, it ends in just the same thing. And that thing is ignorance of all the greater literature of the world. To neglect all 5 the abiding parts of knowledge for the sake of the evanescent parts is really to know nothing worth knowing. It is in the end the same, whether we do not use our minds for serious study at all, or whether we exhaust them by an impotent voracity for desultory " information " a thing 10 as fruitful as whistling. Of the two evils I prefer the former. At least, in that case, the mind is healthy and open. It is not gorged and enfeebled by excess in that which cannot nourish, much less enlarge and beautify our nature. But there is much more than this. Even to those who 15 resolutely avoid the idleness of reading what is trivial, a difficulty is presented a difficulty every day increasing by virtue even of our abundance of books. What are the subjects, what are the class of books we are to read, in what order, with what connection, to what ultimate use or object? 20 Even those who are resolved to read the better books are embarrassed by a field of choice practically boundless. The longest life, the greatest industry, joined to the most powerful memory, would not suffice to make us profit from a hundredth part of the world of books before us. If the great Newton 25 said that he seemed to have been all his life gathering a few shells on the shore, whilst a boundless ocean of truth still lay beyond and unknown to him, how much more to each of us must the sea of literature be a pathless immensity beyond our powers of vision or of reach an immensity in which 30 industry itself is useless without judgment, method, dis- cipline; where it is of infinite importance what we can learn and remember, and of utterly no importance what we may have once looked at or heard of. Alas! the most of our reading leaves as little mark even in our own education as 35 the foam that gathers round the keel of a passing boat ! For myself, I am inclined to think the most useful help to read- ing is to know what we should not read, what we can keep HOW TO READ 99 out from that small cleared spot in the overgrown jungle of " information," the corner which we can call our ordered patch of fruit-bearing knowledge. The incessant accumula- tion of fresh books must hinder any real knowledge of the old; for the multiplicity of volumes becomes a bar upon our 5 use of any. In literature especially does it hold that we cannot see the wood for the trees. How shall we choose our books? Which are the best, the eternal, indispensable books? To all to whom reading is something more than a refined idleness these questions 10 recur, bringing with them the sense of bewilderment; and a still, small voice within us is for ever crying out for some guide across the Slough of Despond of an illimitable and ever- swelling literature. How many a man stands beside it, as uncertain of his pathway as the Pilgrim, when he who 15 dreamed the immortal dream heard him " break out with a lamentable cry; saying, what shall I do? " And this, which comes home to all of us at times, presses hardest upon those who have lost the opportunity of sys- tematic education, who have to educate themselves, or 20 who seek to guide the education of their young people. Systematic reading is but little iu favour even amongst studious men; in a true sense it is hardly possible for women. A comprehensive course of home study, and a guide to books, fit for the highest education of women, is yet a blank page 25 remaining to be filled. Generations of men of culture have laboured to organise a system of reading and materials appropriate for the methodical education of men in academic lines. Teaching equal in mental calibre to any that is open to men in universities, yet modified for the needs of those 30 who must study at home, remains in the dim pages of that melancholy volume entitled Libri valde desiderati. 1 I do not aspire to fill one of those blank pages; but I long to speak a word or two, as the Pilgrim did to Neigh- bour Pliable, upon the glories that await those who will 35 pass through the narrow wicket-gate. On this, if one can 1 Books intensely desired. 100 FREDERIC HARRISON find anything useful to say, it may be chiefly from the memory of the waste labour and pitiful stumbling in the dark which fill up so much of the travail that one is fain to call one's own education. We who have wandered in the wastes so 5 long, and lost so much of our lives in our wandering, may at least offer warnings to younger wayfarers, as men who in thorny paths have borne the heat and burden of the day might give a clue to their journey to those who have yet a morning and a noon. As I look back and think of 10 those cataracts of printed stuff which honest compositors set up, meaning, let us trust, no harm, and which at least found them in daily bread, printed stuff which I and the rest of us, to our infinitely small profit, have consumed with our eyes, not even making an honest living of it, but much 15 impairing our substance, I could almost reckon the print- ing press as amongst the scourges of mankind. I am grown a w r iser and a sadder man, importunate, like that Ancient Mariner, to tell each blithe wedding guest the tale of his shipwreck on the infinite sea of printers' ink, as one escaped 20 by mercy and grace from the region where there is water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink. A man of power, who has got more from books than most of his contemporaries, once said: " Form a habit of reading, do not mind w r hat you read; the reading of better books 25 will come when you have a habit of reading the inferior." We need not accept this obiter dictum 1 of Lord Sherbrooke. A habit of reading idly debilitates and corrupts the mind for all wholesome reading; the habit of reading wisely is one of the most difficult habits to acquire, needing strong 30 resolution and infinite pains; and reading for mere reading's sake, instead of for the sake of the good we gain from reading, is one of the worst and commonest and most unwholesome habits we have. And so our inimitable humorist has made delightful fun of the solid books, which no gentleman's 35 library should be without, the Humes, Gibbons, Adarn Smiths, which, he says, are not books at all, and prefers some 1 Thing said in passing.. HOW TO READ 101 " kindhearted play-book," or at times the Town and County Magazine. Poor Lamb has not a little to answer for, in the revived relish for garbage unearthed from old theatrical dungheaps. Be it jest or earnest, I have little patience with the Elia-tic philosophy of the frivolous. Why do we still 5 suffer the traditional hypocrisy about the dignity of litera- ture literature, I mean, in the gross, which includes about equal parts of what is useful and what is useless? Why are books as books, writers as writers, readers as readers, meri- torious, apart from any good in them, or anything that we 10 can get from them? Why do we pride ourselves on our powers of absorbing print, as our grandfathers did on their gifts in imbibing port, when we know that there is a mode of absorbing print which makes it impossible that we can ever learn anything good out of books? 15 Our stately Milton said in a passage which is one of the watchwards of the English race, " as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book." But has he not also said that he would " have a vigilant eye how Bookes demeane themselves, as well as men; and do sharpest justice on them as male- 20 factors " ? . . . Yes! they do kill the good book who deliver up their few and precious hours of reading to the trivial book; they make it dead for them; they do what lies in them to destroy " the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, imbalm'd and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond 25 life; " they " spill that season 'd life of man preserved and stor'd up in Bookes." For in the wilderness of books most men, certainly all busy men, must strictly choose. If they saturate their minds with the idler books, the " good book," which Milton calls "an immortality rather than a life, "30 is dead to them: it is a book sealed up and buried. It is most right that in the great republic of letters there should be freedom of intercourse and a spirit of equality. Every reader who holds a book in his hand is free of the inmost minds of men past and present; their lives both 35 within and without the pale of their uttered thoughts are unveiled to him; he needs no introduction to the greatest; 102 FREDERIC HARRISON he stands on no ceremony with them; he may, if he be so minded, scribble " doggrel " on his Shelley, or he may kick Lord Byron, if he please, into a corner. He hears Burke perorate, and Johnson dogmatise, and Scott tell his 5 border tales, and Wordsworth muse on the hillside, without the leave of any man, or the payment of any toll. In the republic of letters there are no privileged orders or places reserved. Every man who has written a book, even the diligent Mr. Whitaker, is in one sense an author; " a book's 10 a book although there's nothing in't; " and every man who can decipher a penny journal is in one sense a reader. And your " general reader," like the grave-digger in Hamlet, is hail-fellow with all the mighty dead; he pats the skull of the jester; batters the cheek of lord, lady, or courtier; and 1 5 uses "imperious Cassar " to teach boys the Latin declen- sions. But this noble equality of all writers of all writers and of all readers has a perilous side to it. It is apt to make us indiscriminate in the books we read, and somewhat con- 20 temptuous of the mighty men of the past. Men who are most observant as to the friends they make, or the conversation they share, are carelessness itself as to the books to whom they entrust themselves, and the printed language with which they saturate their minds. Yet can any friendship or society 25 be more important to us than that of the books which form so large a part of our minds and even of our characters? Do we in real life take any pleasant fellow to our homes and chat with some agreeable rascal by our firesides, we who will take up any pleasant fellow's printed memoirs, we who de- 30 light in the agreeable rascal when he is cut up into pages and bound in calf? If any person given to reading were honestly to keep a register of all the printed stuff that he or she consumes in a year all the idle tales of which the very names and the 35 story are forgotten in a week, the bookmaker's prattle about nothing at so much a sheet, the fugitive trifling about silly things and empty people, the memoirs of the unmemo- HOW TO READ 103 rable, and lives of those who never really lived at all of what a mountain of rubbish would it be the catalogue: Exer- cises for the eye and the memory, as mechanical as if we set ourselves to learn the names, ages, and family histories of every one who lives in our own street, the flirtations of their 5 maiden aunts, and the circumstances surrounding the birth of their grandmother's first baby. It is impossible to give any method to our reading till we get nerve enough to reject. The most exclusive and careful amongst us will (in literature) take boon companions 10 out of the street, as easily as an idler in a tavern. " I came across such and such a book that I never heard mentioned," says one, " and found it curious, though entirely worthless." " I strayed on a volume by I know not whom, on a subject for which I never cared." And so on. There are curious 15 and worthless creatures enough in any pot-house all day long; and there is incessant talk in omnibus, train, or street by we know not whom, about we care not what. Yet if a printer and a bookseller can be induced to make this gabble as immortal as print and publication can make it, then it 20 straightway is literature, and in due time it becomes " curious." I have no intention to moralise or to indulge in a homily against the reading of what is deliberately evil. There is not so much need for this now, and I am not discoursing on 25 the whole duty of man. I take that part of our reading which by itself is no doubt harmless, entertaining, and even gently instructive. But of this enormous mass of literature how much deserves to be chosen out, to be preferred to all the great books of the world, to be set apart for those precious 30 hours which are all that the most of us can give to solid reading? The vast proportion of books are books that we shall never be able to read. A serious percentage of books are not worth reading at all. The really vital books for us we also know to be a very trifling portion of the whole. And 35 yet we act as if every book were as good as any other, as if it were merely a question of order which we take up first, as 104 FREDERIC HARRISON if any book were good enough for us, and as if all were alike honourable, precious, and satisfying. Alas! books cannot be more than the men who write them ; and as a fair propor- tion of the human race now write books, with motives and 5 objects as various as human activity, books, as books, are entitled a priori, until their value is proved, to the same attention and respect as houses, steam-engines, pictures, fiddles, bonnets, and other products of human industry. In the shelves of those libraries which are our pride, libraries 10 public or private, circulating or very stationary, are to be found those great books of the world rari nantes in gurgite tiasto, 1 those books which are truly " the precious life-blood of a master-spirit." But the very familiarity which their mighty fame has bred in us makes us indifferent; we grow 15 weary of what every one is supposed to have read; and we take down something which looks a little eccentric, some worthless book, on the mere ground that we never heard of it before. Thus the difficulties of literature are in their way as great 20 as those of the world, the obstacles to finding the right friends are as great, the peril is as great of being lost in a Babel of voices and an ever-changing mass of beings. Books are not wiser than men, the true books are not easier to find than the true men, the bad books or the vulgar books are 25 not less obtrusive and not less ubiquitous than the bad or vulgar men are everywhere; the art of right reading is as long and difficult to learn as the art of right living. Those who are on good terms with the first author they meet, run as much risk as men who surrender their time to the 30 first passer in the street; for to be open to every book is for the most part to gain as little as possible from any. A man aimlessly wandering about in a crowded city is of all men the most lonely; so he who takes up only the books that he " comes across " is pretty certain to meet but few 35 that are worth knowing. Now this danger is one to which we are specially exposed 1 Floating scattered on the vast abyss. HOW TO READ 105 in this age. Our high-pressure life of emergencies, our whirling industrial organisation or disorganisation have brought us in this (as in most things) their peculiar dif- ficulties and drawbacks. In almost everything vast oppor- tunities and gigantic means of multiplying our products 5 bring with them new perils and troubles which are often at first neglected. Our huge cities, where wealth is piled up and the requirements and appliances of life extended beyond the dreams of our forefathers, seem to breed in themselves new forms of squalor, disease, blights, or risks to life such as 10 we are yet unable to master. So the enormous multiplicity of modern books is not altogether favourable to the knowing of the best. I listen with mixed satisfaction to the paeans that they chant over the works which issue from the press each day: how the books poured forth from Paternoster 15 Row might in a few years be built into a pyramid that would fill the dome of St. Paul's. How in this mountain of literature am I to find the really useful book? How, when I have found it, and found its value, am I to get others to read it? How am I to keep my head clear in the torrent 20 and din of works, all of which distract my attention, most of which promise me something, whilst so few fulfil that promise? The Nile is the source of the Egyptian's bread, and without it he perishes of hunger. But the Nile may be rather too liberal in his flood, and then the Egyptian runs 25 imminent risk of drowning. And thus there never was a time, at least during the last two hundred years, when the difficulties in the way of making an efficient use of books were greater than they are to-day, when the obstacles were more real between readers 30 and the right books to read, when it was practically so troublesome to find out that which it is of vital importance to know; and that not by the dearth, but by the plethora of printed matter. For il comes to nearly the same thing whether we are actually debarred by physical impossibility 35 from getting the right book into our hand, or whether we are choked off from the right book by the obtrusive crowd 106 FREDERIC HARRISON of the wrong books; so that it needs a strong character and a resolute system of reading to keep the head cool in the storm of literature around us. We read nowadays in the market-place I would rather say in some large steam 5 factory of letter-press, where damp sheets of new print whirl round us perpetually if it be not rather some noisy book-fair where literary showmen tempt us with performing dolls, and the gongs of rival booths are stunning our ears from morn till night. Contrast with this pandemonium of loLeipsic and Paternoster Row the sublime picture of our Milton in his early retirement at Horton, when, musing over his coming flight to the epic heaven, practising his pinions, as he tells Diodati, he consumed five years of solitude in reading the ancient writers " Et totum rapiunt me, mea 15 vita, libri." 1 Who now reads the ancient writers? Who systematically reads the great writers, be they ancient or modern, whom the consent of ages has marked out as classics: typical, immortal, peculiar teachers of our race? Alas! the Paradise 20 Lost is lost again to us beneath an inundation of graceful academic verse, sugary stanzas of ladylike prettiness, and ceaseless explanations in more or less readable prose of what John Milton meant or did not mean, or what he saw or did not see, who married his great-aunt, and why Adam or 25 Satan is like that, or unlike the other. We read a perfect library about the Paradise Lost, but the Paradise Lost itself we do not read. I am not presumptuous enough to assert that the larger part of modern literature is not worth reading in itself, that 30 the prose is not readable, entertaining, one may say highly instructive. Nor do I pretend that the verses which we read so zealously in place of Milton's are not good verses. On the contrary, I think them sweetly conceived, as musical and as graceful as the verse of any age in our history. A 35 great deal of our modern literature is such that it is exceed- 1 " And here my books my life absorb me whole," Cowper's translation of Milton's Latin Epistle to Diodati. HOW TO READ 107 ingly difficult to resist it, and it is undeniable that it gives us real information. It seems perhaps unreasonable to many to assert that a decent readable book which gives us actual instruction can be otherwise than a useful companion and a solid gain. Possibly many people are ready to cry 5 out upon me as an obscurantist for venturing to doubt a genial confidence in all literature simply as such. But the question which weighs upon me with such really crush- ing urgency is this: What are the books that in our little remnant of reading time it is most vital for us to know? 10 For the true use of books is of such sacred value to us that to be simply entertained is to cease to be taught, elevated, inspired by books; merely to gather information of a chance kind is to close the mind to knowledge of the urgent kind. Every book that we take up without a purpose is an oppor- 15 tunity lost of taking up a book with a purpose every bit of stray information which we cram into our heads without any sense of its importance, is for the most part a bit of the most useful information driven out of our heads and choked off from our minds. It is so certain that information, i.e. ,20 the knowledge, the stored thoughts and observations of mankind, is now grown to proportions so utterly incal- culable and prodigious, that even the learned whose lives are given to study can but pick up some crumbs that fall from the table of truth. They delve and tend but a plot in 25 that vast and teeming kingdom, whilst those whom active life leaves with but a few cramped hours of study can hardly come to know the very vastness of the field before them, or how infmitesimally small is the corner they can traverse at the best. We know all is not of equal value. We know 30 that books differ in value as much as diamonds differ from the sand on the seashore, as much as our living friend differs from a dead rat. W r e know that much in the myriad-peo- pled world of books very much in all kinds is trivial, enervating, inane, even noxious. And thus, where we have 3^ infinite opportunities of wasting our efforts to no end, of fatiguing our minds without enriching them, of clogging 108 FREDERIC HARRISON the spirit without satisfying it, there, I cannot but think, the very infinity of opportunities is robbing us of the actual power of using them. And thus I come often, in my less hopeful moods, to watch the remorseless cataract of daily 5 literature which thunders over the remnants of the past, as if it were a fresh impediment to the men of our day in the way of systematic knowledge and consistent powers of thought, as if it were destined one day to overwhelm the great inheritance of mankind in prose and verse. 10 I remember, when I was a very young man at college, that a youth, in no spirit of paradox, but out of plenary conviction, undertook to maintain before a body of serious students, the astounding proposition that the invention of printing had been one of the greatest misfortunes that 15 had ever befallen mankind. He argued that exclusive reliance on printed matter had destroyed the higher method of oral teaching, the dissemination of thought by the spoken word to the attentive ear. He insisted that the formation of a vast literary class looking to the making of books as 20 a means of making money, rather than as a social duty, had multiplied books for the sake of the writers rather than for the sake of the readers; that the reliance on books as a cheap and common resource had done much to weaken the powers of memory; that it destroyed the craving for 25 a general culture of taste, and the need of artistic expression in all the surroundings of life. And he argued, lastly, that the sudden multiplication of all kinds of printed matter had been fatal to the orderly arrangement of thought, and had hindered a system of knowledge and a scheme of education. 30 I am far from sharing this immature view. Of course I hold the invention of printing to have been one of the most momentous facts in the whole history of man. Without it universal social progress, true democratic enlightenment, and the education of the people would have been impossible, 35 or very slow, even if the cultured few, as is likely, could have advanced the knowledge of mankind without it. We place Gutenberg amongst the small list of the unique and HOW TO READ 109 special benefactors of mankind, in the sacred choir of those whose work transformed the conditions of life, whose work, once done, could never be repeated. And no doubt the things which our ardent friend regarded as so fatal a disturbance of society were all inevitable and necessary, part of the great 5 revolution of mind through which men grew out of the mediaeval incompleteness to a richer conception of life and of the world. Yet there is a sense in which this boyish anathema against printing may become true to us by our own fault. We 10 may create for ourselves these very evils. For the art of printing has not been a gift wholly unmixed with evils; it must be used wisely if it is to be a boon to man at all; it entails on us heavy responsibilities, resolution to use it with judgment and self-control, and the will to resist its 15 temptations and its perils. Indeed, we may easily so act that we may make it a clog on the progress of the human mind, a real curse and not a boon. The power of flying at will through space would probably extinguish civilisa- tion and society, for it would release us from the whole- 20 some bondage of place and rest. The power of hearing every word that had ever been uttered on this planet would annihilate thought, as the power of knowing all recorded facts by the process of turning a handle would annihilate true science. Our human faculties and our 25 mental forces are not enlarged simply by multiplying our materials of knowledge and our facilities for communica- tion. Telephones, microphone?, pantoscopes, steam-presses, and ubiquity-engines in general may, after all, leave the poor human brain panting and throbbing under the strain 30 of its appliances, no bigger and no stronger than the brains of the men who heard Moses speak, and saw Aristotle and Archimedes pondering over a few worn rolls of crabbed manuscript. Until some new Gutenberg or Watt can invent a machine for magnifying the human mind, every fresh 35 apparatus for multiplying its work is a fresh strain on the mind, a new realm for it to order and to rule. 110 FREDERIC HARRISON And so, I say it most confidently, the first intellectual task of our age is rightly to order and make serviceable the vast realm of printed material which four centuries have swept across our path. To organise our knowledge, to 5 systematise our reading, to save, out of the relentless cataract of ink, the immortal thoughts of the greatest this is a necessity, unless the productive ingenuity of man is to lead us at last to a measureless and pathless chaos. To know anything that turns up is, in the infinity of knowl- 10 edge, to know nothing. To read the first book we come across, in the wilderness of books, is to learn nothing. To turn over the pages of ten thousand volumes is to be prac- tically indifferent to all that is good. But this warns me that I am entering on a subject which 15 is far too big and solemn. It is plain that to organise our knowledge, even to systematise our reading, to make a working selection of books for general study, really implies a complete scheme of education. A scheme of education ultimately implies a system of philosophy, a view of man's 20 duty and powers as a moral and social being a religion. Before a problem so great as this, on which readers have such different ideas and wants, and differ so profoundly on the very premises from which we start, before such a problem as a general theory of education, I prefer to pause. 25 I will keep silence even from good words. I have chosen my own part, and adopted my own teacher. But to ask men to adopt the education of Auguste Comte, is almost to ask them to adopt Positivism itself. Nor will I enlarge on the matter for thought, for fore- 30 boding, almost for despair, that is presented to us by the fact of our familiar literary ways and our recognised literary profession. That things infinitely trifling in themselves: men, events, societies, phenomena, in no way otherwise more valuable than the myriad other things which flit 35 around us like the sparrows on the housetop, should be glorified, magnified, and perpetuated, set under a literary microscope and focussed in the blaze of a literary magic- HOW TO READ 111 lantern not for what they are in themselves, but solely to amuse and excite the world by showing how it can be done all this is to me so amazing, so heart-breaking, that I forbear now to treat it, as I cannot say all that I would. The Choice of Books is really the choice of our education, 5 of a moral and intellectual ideal, of the whole duty of man. But though I shrink from any so high a theme, a few words are needed to indicate my general point of view in the matter. In the first place, when we speak about books, let us avoid the extravagance of expecting too much from books, the 10 pedant's habit of extolling books as synonymous with edu- cation. Books are no more education than laws are virtue; and just as profligacy is easy within the strict limits of law, a boundless knowledge of books may be found with a narrow education. A man may be, as the poet saith, " deep vers'dis in books, and shallow in himself." We need to know in order that we may feel rightly and act wisely. The thirst after truth itself may be pushed to a degree where indul- gence enfeebles our sympathies and unnerves us in action. Of all men perhaps the book-lover needs most to be reminded 20 that man's business here is to know for the sake of living, not to live for the sake of knowing. A healthy mode of reading would follow the lines of a sound education. And the first canon of a sound educa- tion is to make it the instrument to perfect the whole nature 25 and character. Its aims are comprehensive, not special; they regard life as a whole, not mental curiosity; they have to give us, not so much materials, as capacities. So that, however moderate and limited the opportunity for educa- tion, in its way it should be always more or less symmetri-jo cal and balanced, appealing equally in turn to the three grand intellectual elements imagination, memory, reflec- tion: and so having something to give us in poetry, in history, in science, and in philosophy. And thus our reading will be sadly one-sided, however 35 voluminous it be, if it entirely close to us any of the great types and ideals which the creative instinct of man has 112 FREDERIC HARRISON produced, if it shut out from us either the ancient world, or other European poetry, as important almost as our own. When our reading, however deep, runs wholly into " pockets," and exhausts itself in the literature of one age, one country, 5 one type, then we may be sure that it is tending to narrow or deform our minds. And the more it leads us into curious byways and nurtures us into indifference for the beaten highways of the world, the sooner we shall end, if we be not specialists and students by profession, in ceasing to 10 treat our books as the companions and solace of our lifetime, and in using them as the instruments of a refined sort of self-indulgence. A wise education, and so judicious reading, should leave no great type of thought, no dominant phase of human nature, 15 wholly a blank. Whether our reading be great or small, so far as it goes, it should be general. If our lives admit of but a short space for reading, all the more reason that, so far as may be, it should remind us of the vast expanse of human thought, and the wonderful variety of human nature. 20 To read, and yet so to read that we see nothing but a corner of literature, the loose fringe, or flats and wastes of letters, and by reading only deepen our natural belief that this island is the hub of the universe, and the nineteenth century the only age worth notice, all this is really to call in the aid 25 of books to thicken and harden our untaught prejudices. Be it imagination, memory, or reflection that we address that is, in poetry, history, science, or philosophy, our first duty is to aim at knowing something at least of the best, at getting some definite idea of the mighty realm whose 30 outer rim we are permitted to approach. But how are we to know the best; how are we to gain this definite idea of the vast world of letters? There are some who appear to suppose that the " best " are known only to experts in an esoteric way, who may reveal to inquirers 35 what schoolboys and betting-men describe as "tips." There are no " tips " in literature; the " best " authors are never dark horses; we need no " crammers '' and HOW TO READ 113 " coaches " to thrust us into the presence of the great writers of all time. " Crammers " will only lead us wrong. It is a thing far easier and more common than many imagine, to discover the best. It needs no research, no learning, and is only misguided by recondite information. The world 5 has long ago closed the great assize of letters and judged the first places everywhere. In such a matter the judgment of the world, guided and informed by a long succession of accomplished critics, is almost unerring. When some Zoilus finds blemishes in Homer, and prefers, it may be, 10 the work of some Apollonius of his own discovering, we only laugh. There may be doubts about the third and fourth rank; but the first and the second are hardly open to discussion. The gates which lead to the Elysian fields may slowly wheel back on their adamantine hinges to admit 15 now and then some new and chosen modern. But the company of the masters of those who know, and in especial degree of the great poets, is a roll long closed and complete, and they who are of it hold ever peaceful converse together. Hence we may find it a useful maxim that, if our reading 20 be utterly closed to the great poems of the world, there is something amiss with our reading. If you find Milton, Dante, Calderon, Goethe, so much " Hebrew-Greek " to you; if your Homer and Virgil, your Moliere and Scott, rest year after year undisturbed on their shelves beside your 25 school trigonometry and your old college text-books; if you have never opened the Cid, the Nibelungen, Crusoe, and Don Quixote since you were a boy, and are wont to leave the Bible and the Imitation for some wet Sunday after- noon know, friend, that your reading can do you little 30 real good. Your mental digestion is ruined or sadly out of order. No doubt, to thousands of intelligent educated men who call themselves readers, the reading through a Ganto of The Purgatorio, or a Book of the Paradise Lost, is a task as irksome as it would be to decipher an ill- written manu-35 script in a language that is almost forgotten. But, although we are not to be always reading epics, and are chiefly in the 114 . FREDERIC HARRISON mood for slighter things, to be absolutely unable to read Milton or Dante with enjoyment, is to be in a very bad way. Aristophanes, Theocritus, Boccaccio, Cervantes, Moliere are often as light as the driven foam; but they are not slight enough for the general reader. Their humour is too bright and lovely for the groundlings. They are, alas! " classics," somewhat apart from our everyday ways; they are not banal enough for us; and so for us they slumber " unknown in a long night," just because they are immortal 10 poets, and are not scribblers of to-day. When will men understand that the reading of great books is a faculty to be acquired, not a natural gift, at least not to those who are spoiled by our current education and habits of life? Ceci tuera cela, 1 the last great poet might have said 15 of the first circulating library. An insatiable appetite for new novels makes it as hard to read a masterpiece as it seems to a Parisian boulevardier to live in a quiet country. Until a man can truly enjoy a draft of clear water bubbling from a mountain side, his taste is in an unwholesome state. And so 20 he who finds the Heliconian spring insipid should look to the state of his nerves. Putting aside the iced air of the dif- ficult mountain tops of epic, tragedy, or psalm, there are some simple pieces which may serve as an unerring test of a healthy or a vicious taste for imaginative work. If the Cid, 25 the Vita Xuova, the Canterbury Talcs, Shakespeare's Sonnets, and Lycidas pall on a man; if he care not for Malory's Morte d 'Arthur and the Red Cross Knight; if he thinks Crusoe and the Vicar books for the young; if he thrill not with The Ode to the West Wind, and The Ode to a Grecian 30 Urn; if he have no stomach for Christabel or the lines written on The Wye above T intern Abbey, he should fall on his knees and pray for a cleanlier and quieter spirit. The intellectual system of most of us in these days needs " to purge and to live cleanly." Only by a course of treat- 35 ment shall we bring our minds to feel at peace with the grand pure works of the world. Something we ought all to know 1 This will destroy that. HOW TO READ 115 of the masterpieces of antiquity, and of the other nations of Europe. To understand a great national poet, such as Dante, Calderon, Corneille, or Goethe, is to know other types of human civilisation in ways which a library of his- tories does not sufficiently teach. The great masterpieces 5 of the world are thus, quite apart from the charm and solace they give us, the master instruments of a solid education. ON GOING A JOURNEY 1 WILLIAM HAZLITT ONE of the pleasantest things in the world is going a journey; but I like to go by myself. I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me. I am then never less alone than when alone. 5 "The fields his study, nature was his book." I cannot see the wit of walking and talking at the same time. When I am in the country, I wish to vegetate like the country. I am not for criticising hedge-rows and black cattle. I go out of town in order to forget the town and all 10 that is in it. There are those who for this purpose go to watering-places, and carry the metropolis with them. I like more elbow-room, and fewer encumbrances. I like solitude, when I give myself up to it, for the sake of solitude; nor do I ask for 15 " a friend in my retreat, \Yhom I may whisper solitude is sweet." The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do just as one pleases. We go a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences; to leave 20 ourselves behind, much more to get rid of others. It is because I want a little breathing-space to muse on indif- ferent matters, where Contemplation "May plume her feathers and let grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort 25 Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd," 1 From "Table-Talk," 1821-2. 116 ON GOING A JOURNEY 117 that I absent myself from the town for a while, without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself. Instead of a friend in a postchaise or in a Tilbury, to exchange good things with, and vary the same stale topics over again, for once let me have a truce with impertinence. Give me 5 the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner and then to thinking! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths. I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy. From the point of yonder rolling cloud, 10 I plunge into my past being, and revel there, as the sun- burnt Indian plunges headlong into the wave that wafts him to his native shore. Then long-forgotten things, like " sunken wrack and sumless treasuries," burst upon my eager sight, and I begin to feel, think, and be myself 15 again. Instead of an awkward silence, broken by attempts at wit or dull commonplaces, mine is that undisturbed silence of the heart which alone is perfect eloquence. No one likes puns, alliterations, antitheses, arguments, and analysis better than I do; but I sometimes had rather be 20 without them. "Leave, oh, leave me to my repose!" I have just now other business in hand, which would seem idle to you, but is with me " very stuff of the conscience." Is not this wild rose sweet without a comment? Does not this daisy leap to my heart set in its coat of emerald. Yet 25 if I were to explain to you the circumstance that has so endeared it to me, you would only smile. Had I not better then keep it to myself, and let it serve me to brood over, from here to yonder craggy point, and from thence onward to the far-distant horizon? I should be but bad company all 30 that way, and therefore prefer being alone. I have heard it said that you may, when the moody fit comes on, walk or ride on by yourself, and indulge your reveries. But 'this looks like a breach of manners, a neglect of others, and you are thinking all the time that you ought to rejoin your 35 party. " Out upon such half-faced fellowship," say I. I like to be either entirely to myself, or entirely at the disposal 118 WILLIAM HAZLITT of others; to talk or be silent, to walk or sit still, to be sociable or solitary. I was pleased with an observation of Mr. Cobbett's that " he thought it a bad French custom to drink our wine with our meals, and that an Englishman Sought to do only one thing at a time." So I cannot talk and think, or indulge in melancholy musing and lively conversation by fits and starts. " Let me have a companion of my way," savs Sterne, " were it but to remark how the shadows lengthen as the sun declines." It is beautifully 10 said: but in my opinion, this continual comparing of notes interferes with the involuntary impression of things upon the mind, and hurts the sentiment. If you only hint what you feel in a kind of dumb show, it is insipid: if you have to explain it, it is making a toil of a pleasure. You cannot 15 read the book of nature, without being perpetually put to the trouble of translating it for the benefit of others. I am for the synthetical method on a journey, in preference to the analytical. I am content to lay in a stock of ideas then, and to examine and anatomise them afterwards. I 20 want to see my vague notions float like the down of the thistle before the breeze, and not to have them entangled in the briars and thorns of controversy. For once, I like to have it all my own way; and this is impossible unless you are alone, or in such company as I do not covet. I 25 have no objection to argue a point with any one for twenty miles of measured road, but not for pleasure. If you remark the scent of a beanfield crossing the road, perhaps your fellow-traveller has no smell. If you point to a distant object, perhaps he is short-sighted, and has to take out his 30 glass to look at it. There is a feeling in the air, a tone in the colour of a cloud which hits your fancy, but the effect of which you are unable to account for. There is then no sympathy, but an uneasy craving after it, and a dissatisfac- tion which pursues you on the way, and in the end probably 35 produces ill humour. Now I never quarrel with myself, and take all my own conclusions for granted till I find it necessary to defend them against objections. It is not ON GOING A JOURNEY 119 merely that you may not be of accord on the objects and circumstances that present themselves before you these may recall a number of objects, and lead to associations too delicate and refined to be possibly communicated to others. Yet these I love to cherish, and sometimes still fondly 5 clutch them, when I can escape from the throng to do so. To give way to our feelings before company, seems extrava- gance or affectation; and on the other hand, to have to unravel this mystery of our being at every turn, and to make others take an equal interest in it (otherwise the end is not 10 answered) is a task to which few are competent. We must " give it an understanding, but no tongue." My old friend C , however, could do both. He could go on in the most delightful explanatory way over hill and dale, a sum- mer's day, and convert a landscape into a didactic poem 15 or a Pindaric ode. " He talked far above singing." If I could so clothe my ideas in sounding and flowing words, I might perhaps wish to have some one with me to admire the swelling theme; or I could be more content, were it possible for me still to hear his echoing voice in the woods 20 of All-Foxden. They had " that fine madness in them which our first poets had;" and if they could have been caught by some rare instrument, would have breathed such strains as the following. " Here be woods as green 2 5 As any, air likewise as fresh and sweet As when smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet Face of the curled stream, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells, 3 Arbours o'ergrown with woodbine, caves and dells; Choose where thou wilt, while I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, 35 First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep, His temples bound with poppy, to the steep 120 WILLIAM HAZLITT Head of old Latmos, where she stoops each night, Gilding the mountain with her brother's light, To kiss her sweetest." FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. 5 Had I words and images at command like these, I would attempt to wake the thoughts that lie slumbering on golden ridges in the evening clouds: but at the sight of nature my fancy, poor as it is, droops and closes up its leaves, like flowers at sunset. I can make nothing out on the spot : 10 1 must have time to collect myself. In general, a good thing spoils out-of-door prospects: it should be reserved for Table-talk. L is for this reason, I take it, the worst company in the world out of doors; because he is the best within. I grant, there is one 1 5 subject on which it is pleasant to talk on a journey; and that is, what one shall have for supper when we get to our inn at night. The open air improves this sort of conversa- tion or friendly altercation, by setting a keener edge on appetite. Every mile of the road heightens the flavour 20 of the viands we expect at the end of it. How fine it is to enter some old town, walled and turreted, just at the approach of nightfall, or to come to some straggling village, with the lights streaming through the surrounding gloom; and then after inquiring for the best entertainment that the 25 place affords, to "take one's ease at one's inni" These eventful moments in our lives' history are too precious, too full of solid, heartfelt happiness to be frittered and dribbled away in imperfect, sympathy. I would have them all to myself, and drain them to the last drop: they will 30 do to talk of or to write about afterwards. What a delicate speculation it is, after drinking whole goblets of tea, "The cups that cheer, but not inebriate,'' and letting the fumes ascend into the brain, to sit consider- ing what we shall have for supper eggs and a rasher, a 35 rabbit smothered in onions, or an excellent veal-cutlet! ON GOING A JOURNEY 121 Sancho l in such a situation once fixed upon cow-heel; and his choice, though he could not help it, is not to be disparaged. Then in the intervals of pictured scenery and Shandean contemplation, to catch the preparation and the stir in the kitchen Procul, procul este profani! 2 These 5 hours are sacred to silence and to musing, to be treasured up in the memory, and to feed the source of smiling thoughts hereafter. I would not waste them in idle talk; or if I must have the integrity of fancy broken in upon, I would rather it were by a stranger than a friend. A stranger 10 takes his hue and character from the time and place; he is a part of the furniture and costume of an inn. If he is a Quaker, or from the West Riding of Yorkshire, so much the better. I do not even try to sympathise with him, and he breaks no squares. I associate nothing with my travelling 15 companion but present objects and passing events. In his ignorance of me and my affairs, I in a manner forget myself. But a friend reminds one of other things, rips up old grievances, and destroys the abstraction of the scene. He comes in ungraciously between us and our imaginary 20 character. Something is dropped in the course of conversa- tion that gives a hint of your profession and pursuits; or from having some one with you that knows the less sublime portions of your history, it seems that other people do. You are no longer a citizen of the world: but your " unhoused 25 free condition is put into circumscription and confine." The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges " lord of one's self, uncumber'd with a name." Oh! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting 30 personal identity in the elements of nature, and become the creature of the moment, clear of all ties to hold to the universe only by a dish of sweet-breads, and to owe nothing but the score of the evening and no longer seeking for applause and meeting with contempt, to be known by no 35 1 Sancho Panza, a character in Cervantes' romance, "Don Quixote." 2 Aloof, O keep aloof, ye unitiatcd ! 122 WILLIAM HAZLITT other title than the Gentleman in the parlour! One may take one's choice of all characters in this romantic state of uncertainty as to one's real pretensions, and become indef- initely respectable and negatively right worshipful. We S baffle prejudice and disappoint conjecture; and from being so to others, begin to be objects of curiosity and wonder even to ourselves. We are no more those hackneyed com- monplaces that we appear in the world: an inn restores us to the level of nature, and quits scores with society! I have 10 certainly spent some enviable hours at inns sometimes when I have been left entirely to myself, and have tried to solve some metaphysical problem, as once at Witham- common, where I found out the proof that likeness is not a case of the association of ideas at other times, when there 15 have been pictures in the room, as at St. Neot's (I think it was) where I first met with Gribelin's engravings of the Cartoons, into which I entered at once, and at a little inn on the borders of Wales, where there happened to be hanging some of Westall's drawings, which I compared triumphantly 20 (for a theory that I had, not for the admired artist) with the figure of a girl who had ferried me over the Severn, standing up in the boat between me and the twilight at other times I might mention luxuriating in books, with a peculiar interest in this way, as I remember sitting up half 25 the night to read Paul and Virginia, which I picked up at an inn at Bridgewater, after being drenched in the rain all day; and at the same place I got through two volumes of Madame D'Arblay's Camilla. It was on the tenth of April, 1798, that I sat down to a volume of the New Eloise, at the 30 inn at Llangollen, over a bottle of sherry and a cold chicken. The letter I chose was that in which St. Preux describes his feelings as he first caught a glimpse from the heights of the Jura of the Pays de Vaud, which I had brought with me as a bon bouche 1 , to crown the evening with. It was my 35 birthday, and I had for the first time come from a place in the neighbourhood to visit this delightful spot. The road 1 A titbit. ON GOING A JOURNEY 123 to Llangollen turns off between Chirk and Wrexham; and on passing a certain point, you come all at once upon the valley, which opens like an amphitheatre, broad, barren hills rising in majestic state on either side, with " green upland swells that echo to the bleat of flocks" below, and the river 5 Dee babbling over its stony bed in the midst of them. The valley at this time " glittered green with sunny showers," and a budding ash-tree dipped its tender branches in the chiding stream. How proud, how glad I was to walk along the high road that overlooks the delicious prospect, repeating 10 the lines which I have just quoted from Mr. Coleridge's poems! But besides the prospect which opened beneath my feet, another also opened to my inward sight, a heavenly vision, on which were written, in letters large as Hope could make them, these four words, LIBERTY, GENIUS, LOVE, 15 VIRTUE; which have since faded into the light of common day, or mock my idle gaze. "The beautiful is vanished, and returns not." Still I would return some time or other to this enchanted spot; but I would return to it alone. What other self could 1 20 find to share that influx of thoughts, of regret, and delight, the fragments of which I could hardly conjure up to myself, so much have they been broken and defaced! I could stand on some tall rock, and overlook the precipice of years that separates me from what I then was. I was at that time 25 going shortly to visit the poet whom I have above named. Where is he now? Not only I myself have changed; the world, which was then new to me, has become old and incorrigible. Yet will I turn to thee in thought, O sylvan Dee, in joy, in youth and gladness as thou then wert; and 30 thou shalt always be to me the river of Paradise, where I will drink of the waters of life freely! There is hardly any thing that shows the short-sightedness or capriciousness of the imagination more than travelling does. With change of place we change our ideas; nay, our 35 opinions and feelings. We can by an effort indeed transport 124 WILLIAM HAZLITT ourselves to old and long-forgotten scenes, and then the picture of the mind revives again; but we forget those that we have just left. It seems that we can think but of one place at a time. The canvas of the fancy is but of a certain 5 extent, and if we paint one set of objects upon it, they immediately efface every other. We cannot enlarge our conceptions, we only shift our point of view. The land- scape bares its bosom to the enraptured eye, we take our fill of it, and seem as if we could form no other image of beauty 10 or grandeur. We pass on, and think no more of it: the horizon that shuts it from our sight, also blots it from our memory like a dream. In travelling through a wild barren country, I can form no idea of a woody and cultivated one. It appears to me that all the world must be barren, 15 like what I see of it. In the country we forget the town, and in town we despise the country. " Beyond Hyde Park," says Sir Fopling Flutter, "all is a desert." All that part of the map that we do not see before us is a blank. The world in our conceit of it is not much bigger than a nutshell. 20 It is not one prospect expanded into another, county joined to county, kingdom to kingdom, lands to seas, making an image voluminous and vast; the mind can form no larger idea of space than the eye can take in at a single glance. The rest is a name written in a map, a calculation of 25 arithmetic. For instance, what is the true signification of that immense mass of territory and population, known by the name of China, to us? An inch of paste-board on a wooden globe, of no more account than a China orange! Things near us are seen of the size of life: things at a 30 distance are diminished to the size of the understanding. We measure the universe by ourselves, and even compre- hend the texture of our own being only piecemeal. In this way, however, we remember an infinity of things and places. The mind is like a mechanical instrument that 35 plays a great variety of tunes, but it must play them in succession. One idea recalls another, but it at the same time excludes all others. In trying to renew old recollections, ON GOING A JOURNEY 125 we cannot as it were unfold the whole web of our existence; we must pick out the single threads. So in coming to a place where we have formerly lived and with which we have intimate associations, every one must have found that the feeling grows more vivid the nearer we approach the 5 spot, from the mere anticipation of the actual impression: we remember circumstances, feelings, persons, faces, names, that we had not thought of for years; but for the time all the rest of the world is forgotten! To return to the question I have quitted above. I ro have no objection to go to see ruins, aqueducts, pictures, in company with a friend or a party, but rather the con- trary, for the former reason reversed. They are intelligible matters, and will bear talking about. The sentiment here is not tacit, but communicable and overt. Salisbury Plain 15 is barren of criticism, but Stonehenge will bear a discussion antiquarian, picturesque, and philosophical. In setting out on a party of pleasure, the first consideration always is where we shall go to; in taking a solitary ramble, the question is what we shall meet with by the way. " The 20 mind is its own place;" nor are we anxious to arrive at the end of our journey. I can myself do the honours indifferently well to works of art and curiosity. I once took a party to Oxford with no mean eclat showed them that seat of the Muses at a distance, 25 "With glistering spires and pinnacles adorn'd"- descanted on the learned air that breathes from the grassy quadrangles and stone walls of halls and colleges was at home in the Bodleian; and at Blenheim quite superseded the powdered Ciceroni that attended us, and that pointed 30 in vain with his wand to commonplace beauties in match- less pictures. As another exception to the above reasoning, I should not feel confident in venturing on a journey in a foreign country without a companion. I should want at intervals to hear the sound of my own language. There 1835 an involuntary antipathy in the mind of an Englishman to 126 WILLIAM HAZLITT foreign manners and notions that requires the assistance of social sympathy to carry it off. As the distance from home increases, this relief, which was at first a luxury, becomes a passion and an appetite. A person would almost 5 feel stifled to find himself in the deserts of Arabia without friends and countrymen: there must be allowed to be some- thing in the view of Athens or old Rome that claims the utterance of speech; and I own that the Pyramids are too mighty for any single contemplation. In such situations, 10 so opposite to all one's ordinary train of ideas, one seems a species by one's self, a limb torn off from society, unless one can meet with instant fellowship and support. Yet I did not feel this want or craving very pressing once, when I first set my foot on the laughing shores of France. Calais 1 5 was peopled with novelty and delight. The confused, busy murmur of the place was like oil and wine poured into my ears; nor did the mariners' hymn, which was sung from the top of an old crazy vessel in the harbour, as the sun went down, send an alien sound into my soul. I only 20 breathed the air of general humanity. I walked over "the vine-covered hills and gay regions of France," erect and satisfied; for the image of man was not cast down and chained to the foot of arbitrary thrones: I was at no loss for language, for that of all the great schools of painting 25 was open to me. The whole is vanished like a shade. Pictures, heroes, glory, freedom, all are fled: nothing remains but the Bourbons and the French people! There is undoubtedly a sensation in travelling into foreign parts that is to be had nowhere else: but it is more pleasing at 30 the time than lasting. It is too remote from our habitual associations to be a common topic of discourse or reference, and, like a dream or another state of existence, does not piece into our daily modes of life. It is an animated but a momentary hallucination. It demands an effort to exchange 35 our actual for our ideal identity; and to feel the pulse of our old transports revive very keenly, we must "jump" all our present comforts and connections. Our romantic ON GOING A JOURNEY 127 and itinerant character is not to be domesticated. Dr. Johnson remarked how little foreign travel added to the facilities of conversation in those who had been abroad. In fact, the time we have spent there is both delightful and in one sense instructive; but it appears to be cut out of 5 our substantial, downright existence, and never to join kindly on to it. We are not the same, but another, and perhaps more enviable individual, all the time we are out of our own country. We are lost to ourselves, as well as our friends. So the poet somewhat quaintly sings, 10 "Out of my country and myself I go." Those who wish to forget painful thoughts, do well to absent themselves for a while from the ties and objects that recall them: but we can be said only to fulfil our destiny in the place that gave us birth. I should on this account like well 15 enough to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could any where borrow another life to spend afterwards at home! THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 1 LESLIE STEPHEN I HAVE often felt a sympathy, which almost rises to the pathetic, when looking on at a cricket-match or boat- race. Something of the emotion with which Gray regarded the " distant spires and antique towers" rises within me. 5 It is not, indeed, that I feel very deeply for the fine ingenuous lads who, as somebody says, are about to be degraded into tricky, selfish Members of Parliament. I have seen too much of them. They are very fine animals; but they are rather too exclusively animal. The soul is apt to be in too 10 embryonic a state within these cases of well-strung bone and muscle. It is impossible for a mere athletic machine, however finely constructed, to appeal very deeply to one's finer sentiments. I can scarcely look forward with even an affectation of sorrow for the time when, if more sophis- 15 ticated, it will at least have made a nearer approach to the dignity of an intellectual being. It is not the boys who make me feel a touch of sadness; their approaching eleva- tion to the dignity of manhood will raise them on the whole in the scale of humanity; it is the older spectators whose 20 aspect has in it something affecting. The shaky old gentle- man, who played in the days when it was decidedly less dangerous to stand up to bowling than to a cannon-ball, and who now hobbles about on rheumatic joints, by the help of a stick; the corpulent elder, who rowed when boats 25 had gangways down their middle, and did not require as delicate a balance as an acrobat's at the top of a living pyramid these are the persons whom I cannot see without 1 From "The Playground of Europe," 1871. 128 THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 129 an occasional sigh. They are really conscious that they have lost something which they can never regain; or, if they momentarily forget it, it is even more forcibly impressed upon the spectators. To see a respectable old gentleman of sixty, weighing some fifteen stone, suddenly forget a 5 third of his weight and two-thirds of his years, and attempt to caper like a boy, is indeed a startling phenomenon. To the thoughtless, it may be simply comic; but, without being a Jaques, one may contrive also to suck some melancholy out of it. 10 Now, as I have never caught a cricket-ball, and, on the contrary, have caught numerous crabs in my life, the sympathy which I feel for these declining athletes is not due to any great personal interest in the matter. But I have long anticipated that a similar day would come for me, 15 when I should no longer be able to pursue my favourite sport of mountaineering. Some day I should find that the ascent of a zigzag was as bad as a performance on the treadmill; that I could not look over a precipice without a swimming in the head; and that I could no more jump a crevasse 20 than the Thames at Westminster. None of these things have come to pass. So far as I know, my physical powers are still equal to the ascent of Mont Blanc or the Jungfrau. But I am no less effectually debarred it matters not how from mountaineering. I wander at the foot of the gigantic 25 Alps, and look up longingly to the summits, which are apparently so near, and yet know that they are divided from me by an impassable gulf. In some missionary work I have read that certain South Sea Islanders believed in a future paradise where the good should go on eating for ever 30 with insatiable appetites at an inexhaustible banquet. They were to continue their eternal dinner in a house with open wickerwork sides; and it was to be the punishment of the damned to crawl outside in perpetual hunger and look in through the chinks as little boys look in through the 35 windows of a London cookshop. With similar feelings I lately watched through a telescope the small black dots, 130 LESLIE STEPHEN which were really men, creeping up the high flanks of Mont Blanc or Monte Rosa. The eternal snows represented for me the Elysian fields, into which entrance was sternly for- bidden, and I lingered about the spot with a mixture of 5 pleasure and pain, in the envious contemplation of my more fortunate companions. I know there are those who will receive these assertions with civil incredulity. Some persons assume that every pleasure with which they cannot sympathise is necessarily 10 affectation, and hold, as a particular case of that doctrine, that Alpine travellers risk their lives merely from fashion or desire of notoriety. Others are kind enough to admit that there is something genuine in the passion, but put it on a level with the passion for climbing greased poles. They 15 think it derogatory to the due dignity of Mont Blanc that he should be used as a greased pole, and assure us that the true pleasures of the Alps are those which are within reach of the old and the invalids, who can only creep about villages and along high-roads. I cannot well argue with such detrac- 20 tors from what I consider a noble sport. As for the first class, it is reduced almost to a question of veracity. I say that I enjoy being on the top of a mountain, or, indeed, halfway up a mountain; that climbing is a pleasure to me, and would be so if no one else climbed and no one ever heard 25 of my climbing. They reply that they don't believe it. No more argument is possible than if I were to say that I liked eating olives, and some one asserted that I really eat them only out of affectation. My reply would be simply to go on eating olives; and I hope the reply of mountaineers 30 will be to go on climbing Alps. The other assault is more intelligible. Our critics admit that we have a pleasure; 'but assert that it is a puerile pleasure that it leads to an irreverent view of mountain beauty, and to oversight of that which should really most impress a refined and noble 35 mind. To this I shall only make such an indirect reply as may result from a frank confession of my own regrets at giving up the climbing business perhaps for ever. I THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 131 am sinking, so to speak, from the butterfly to the cater- pillar stage, and, if the creeping thing is really the highest of the two, it will appear that there is something in the substance of my lamentations unworthy of an intellectual being. Let me try. By way of preface, however, I admit 5 that mountaineering, in my sense of the word, is a sport. It is a sport which, like fishing or shooting, brings one into contact with the sublimest aspects of nature; and, without setting their enjoyment before one as an ultimate end or aim, helps one indirectly to absorb and be penetrated by their 10 influence. Still it is strictly a sport as strictly as cricket, or rowing, or knurr and spell and I have no wish to place it on a different footing. The game is won when a moun- tain-top is reached in spite of difficulties; it is lost when one is forced to retreat; and, whether won or lost, it calls into 15 play a great variety of physical and intellectual energies, and gives the pleasure which always accompanies an energetic use of our faculties. Still it suffers in some degree from this undeniable characteristic, and especially from the tinge which has consequently been communicated to narratives 20 of mountain adventures. There are two ways which have been 'appropriated to the description of all sporting exploits. One is to indulge in fine writing about them, to burst out in sentences which swell to paragraphs, and in paragraphs which spread over pages; to plunge into ecstasies about 25 infinite abysses and overpowering splendours, to compare mountains to archangels lying down in eternal winding- sheets of snow, and to convert them into allegories about man's highest destinies and aspirations. This is good when it is well done. Mr. Ruskin has covered the Matterhorn, 30 for example, with a whole web of poetical associations, in language which, to a severe taste, is perhaps a trifle too fine, though he has done it with an eloquence which his bitterest antagonists must freely acknowledge. Yet most humble writers will feel that if they try to imitate Mr. Ruskin'sas eloquence they will pay the penalty of becoming ridiculous. It is not every one who can with impunity compare Alps 132 LESLIE STEPHEN to archangels. Tall talk is luckily an object of suspicion to Englishmen, and consequently most writers, and especially those who frankly adopt the sporting view of the mountains, adopt the opposite scheme: they affect something like 5 cynicism; they mix descriptions of scenery with allusions to fleas or to bitter beer; they shrink with the prevailing dread of Englishmen from the danger of overstepping the limits of the sublime into its proverbial opposite; and they humbly try to amuse us because they can't strike 10 us with awe. This, too, if I may venture to say so, is good in its way and place; and it seems rather hard to these luck- less writers when people assume that, because they make jokes on a mountain, they are necessarily insensible to its awful sublimities. A sense of humour is not incompatible 15 with imaginative sensibilty; and even Wordsworth might have been an equally powerful prophet of nature if he could sometimes have descended from his stilts. In short, a man may worship mountains, and yet have a quiet joke with them when he is wandering all day in their tremendous 20 solitudes. Joking, however, is, it must be admitted, a dangerous habit. I freely avow that, in my humble contributions to Alpine literature, I have myself made some very poor and very unseasonable witticisms. I confess my error, and 25 only wish that I had no w r orse errors to confess. Still I think that the poor little jokes in which we mountaineers sometimes indulge have been made liable to rather harsh constructions. We are accused, in downright earnest, not merely of being flippant, but of an arrogant contempt 30 for all persons whose legs are not as strong as our own. We are supposed seriously to wrap ourselves in our own conceit, and to brag intolerably of our exploits. Now I will not say that no mountaineer ever swaggers: the quality called by the vulgar " bounce " is unluckily confined to no pro- 35 fession. Certainly I have seen a man intolerably vain because he could raise a hundred-weight with his little finger; and I dare say that the " champion bill-poster," whose name is THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 133 advertised on the walls of this metropolis, thinks excellence in bill-posting the highest virtue of a citizen. So some men may be silly enough to brag in all seriousness about moun- tain exploits. However, most lads of twenty learn that it is silly to give themselves airs about mere muscular eminence; 5 and especially is this true of Alpine exploits first, because they require less physical prowess than almost any other sport, and secondly, because a good amateur still feels him- self the hopeless inferior of half the Alpine peasants whom he sees. You cannot be very conceited about a game in 10 which the first clodhopper you meet can give you ten minutes' start in 1m hour. Still a man writing in a humorous vein naturally adopts a certain bumptious tone, just as our friend " Punch " ostentatiously declares himself to be omniscient and infallible. Nobody takes him at his word, 15 or supposes that the editor of " Punch " is really the most conceited man in all England. But we poor mountaineers are occasionally fixed w r ith our own careless talk by some outsider who is not in the secret. We know ourselves to be a small sect, and to be often laughed at; we reply by 20 assuming that we are the salt of the earth, and that our amusement is the first and noblest of all amusements. Our only retort to the good-humoured ridicule with which we are occasionally treated is to adopt an affected strut, and to carry it off as if we were the finest fellows in the world. We 25 make a boast of our shame, and say, if you laugh we must crow. But we don't really mean anything: if we did, the only word which the English language would afford where- with to describe us would be the very unpleasant antithesis to wise men, and certainly I hold that we have the average 30 amount of common sense. When, therefore, I see us taken to task for swaggering, I think it a trifle hard that this merely playful affectation of superiority should be made a serious fault. For the future I would promise to be careful, if it were worth avoiding the misunderstanding of men who 35 won't take a joke. Meanwhile, I can only state that when Alpine travellers indulge in a little swagger about their 134 LESLIE STEPHEN i > own performances and other people's incapacity, they don't mean more than an infinitesimal fraction of what they say, and that they know perfectly well that when history comes to pronounce a final judgment upon the men of the time, 5 it won't put mountain-climbing on a level with patriotism, or even with excellence in the fine arts. The reproach of real bond fide arrogance is, so far as I know, very little true of Alpine travellers. With the excep- tion of the necessary fringe hanging on to every set of 10 human beings consisting of persons whose heads are weaker than their legs the mountaineer, so far as my experience has gone, is generally modest, enough. Perhaps he some- times flaunts his ice-axes and ropes a little too much before the public eye at Charaonix, as a yachtsman occasionally 15 flourishes his nautical costume at Cowes; but the fault may be pardoned by those not inexorable to human weak- nesses. This opinion, I know, cuts at the root of the most popular theory as to our ruling passion. If we do not climb the Alps to gain notoriety, for what purpose can we 20 possibly climb them? That same unlucky trick of joking is taken to indicate that we don't care much about the scenery; for w r ho, with a really susceptible soul, could be facetious under the cliffs of Jungfrau or the ghastly preci- pices of the Matterhorn? Hence people who kindly excuse -.25 us from the blame of notoriety-hunting generally accept the " greased-pole " theory. We are, it seems, overgrown schoolboys, who, like other schoolboys, enjoy being in dirt, and danger, and mischief, and have as much sensibility for natural beauty as the mountain mules. And against this, 30 as a more serious complaint, I wish to make my feeble protest, in order that my lamentations on quitting the profession may not seem unworthy of a thinking being. Let me try to recall some of the impressions which moun- taineering has left with me, and see whether they throw 35 any light upon the subject. As I gaze at the huge cliffs where I may no longer wander, I find innumerable recol- lections arise some of them dim, as though belonging to a THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 135 past existence; and some so brilliant that I can scarcely realise my exclusion from the scenes to which they belong. I am standing at the foot of what, to my mind, is the most glorious of all Alpine wonders the huge Oberland precipice, on the slopes of the Faulhorn or the Wengern Alp. Innu- 5 merable tourists have done all that tourists can do to cocknify (if that is the right derivative from cockney) the scenery; but, like the Pyramids or a Gothic cathedral, it throws off the taint of vulgarity by its imperishable majesty. Even on turf strewn with sandwich-papers and 10 empty bottles, even in the presence of hideous peasant- women singing "Stand-er auf" for five centimes, we cannot but feel the influence of Alpine beauty. When the sunlight is dying off the snows, or the full moon lighting them up with ethereal tints, even sandwich-papers and singing women 15 may be forgotten. How does the memory of scrambles along snow aretes, of plunges luckily not too deep into crevasses, of toil through long snowfields, towards a refuge that seemed to recede as we advanced where, to quote Tennyson with due alteration, to the traveller toiling in 20 immeasurable snow Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill The chalet sparkles like a grain of salt; how do such memories as these harmonise with the sense of superlative sublimity? 25 One element of mountain beauty is, we shall all admit, their vast size and steepness. That a mountain is very big, and is faced by perpendicular walls of rock, is the first thing which strikes everybody, and is the whole essence and outcome of a vast quantity of poetical description. 30 Hence the first condition towards a due appreciation of moun- tain scenery is that these qualities should be impressed upon the imagination. The mere dry statement that a moun- tain is so many feet in vertical height above the sea, and contains so many tons of granite, is nothing. Mont Blanc 35 is about three miles hk r h. What of that? Three miles is 136 LESLIE STEPHEN an hour's walk for a lady an eighteen-penny cab-fare the distance from Hyde Park Corner to the Bank an express train could do it in three minutes, or a racehorse in five. It is a measure which we have learnt to despise, 5 looking at it from a horizontal point of view; and accord- ingly most persons, on seeing the Alps for the first time, guess them to be higher, as measured in feet, than they really are. What, indeed, is the use of giving measures in feet to any but the scientific mind? Who cares whether 10 the moon is 250,000 or 2,500,000 miles distant? Mathe- maticians try to impress upon us that the distance of the fixed stars is only expressible by a row of figures which stretches across a page; suppose it stretched across two or across a dozen pages, should we be any the wiser, or have, 15 in the least degree, a clearer notion of the superlative dis- tances? We civilly say, "Dear me!" when the astronomer looks to us for the appropriate stare, but we only say it with the mouth; internally our remark is, "You might as well have multiplied by a few more millions whilst you were 20 about it." Even astronomers, though not a specially imaginative race, feel the impotence of figures, and try to give us some measure which the mind can grasp a little more conveniently. They tell us about the cannon-ball which might have been flying ever since the time of Adam, and 25 not yet have reached the heavenly body, or about the stars which may not yet have become visible, though the light has been flying to us at a rate inconceivable by the mind for an inconceivable number of years; and they succeed in producing a bewildering and giddy sensation, although the 30 numbers are too vast to admit of any accurate appre- hension. We feel a similar need in the case of mountains. Besides the bare statement of figures, it is necessary to have some means for grasping the meaning of the figures. The bare 35 tens and thousands must be clothed with some concrete images. The statement that a mountain is 15,000 feet high is, by itself, little more impressive than that it is 3,000; THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 137 we want something more before we can mentally compare Mont Blanc and Snowdon. Indeed, the same people who guess of a mountain's height at a number of feet much exceeding the reality, show, when they are cross-examined, that they fail to appreciate in any tolerable degree the real 5 meaning of the figures. An old lady one day, about n A.M., proposed to walk from the ^ggischhorn to the Jungfrau- Joch, and to return for luncheon the distance being a good twelve hours' journey for trained mountaineers. Every detail of which the huge mass is composed is certain to be 10 underestimated. A gentleman the other day pointed out to me a grand ice-cliff at the end of a hanging glacier, which must have been at least 100 feet high, and asked me whether that snow was three feet deep. Nothing is more common than for tourists to mistake some huge pinnacle of rock, 15 as big as a church tower, for a traveller. The rocks of the Grands Mulcts, in one corner of which the chalet is hidden, are often identified with a party ascending Mont Blanc; and I have seen boulders as big as a house pointed out confidently as chamois. People who make these blunders 20 must evidently see the mountains as mere toys, however many feet they may give them at a random guess. Huge overhanging cliffs are to them steps within the reach of human legs; yawning crevasses are ditches to be jumped; and foaming waterfalls are like streams from penny squirts. 25 Everyone knows the avalanches on the Jungfrau, and the curiously disproportionate appearance of the little puffs of white smoke, which are said to be the cause of the thunder; but the disproportion ceases to an eye that has learnt really to measure distance, and to know that these smoke-puffs 30 represent a cataract of crashing blocks of ice. Now the first merit of mountaineering is that it enables one to have what theologians would call an experimental faith in the size of mountains to substitute a real living belief for a dead intellectual assent. It enables one, first, 35 to assign something like its true magnitude to a rock or snow-slope; and, secondly, to measure that magnitude in 138 LESLIE STEPHEN terms of muscular exertion instead of bare mathematical units. Suppose that we are standing upon the Wengern Alp; between the Monch and the Eiger there stretches a round white bank, with a curved outline, which we may 5 roughly compare to the back of one of Sir E. Landseer's lions. The ordinary tourists the old man, the woman, or the cripple, who are supposed to appreciate the real beauties of Alpine scenery may look at it comfortably from their hotel. They may see its graceful curve, the long straight 10 lines that are ruled in delicate shading down its sides, and the contrast of the blinding white snow with the dark blue sky above; but they will probably guess it to be a mere bank a snowdrift, perhaps, which has been piled by the last storm. If you pointed out to them one of the great 15 rocky teeth that projected from its summit, and said that it was a guide, they would probably remark that he looked very small, and would fancy that he could jump over the bank with an effort. Now a mountaineer knows, to begin with, that it is a massive rocky rib, covered with 20 snow, lying at a sharp angle, and varying perhaps from 500 to 1,000 feet in height. So far he might be accom- panied by men of less soaring ambition; by an engineer who had been mapping the country, or an artist who had been carefully observing the mountains from their bases. They 25 might learn in time to interpret correctly the real meaning of shapes at which the uninitiated guess at random. But the mountaineer can go a step further, and it is the next step which gives the real significance to those delicate curves and lines. He can translate the 500 or 1,000 feet 30 of snow-slope into a more tangible unit of measurement. To him, perhaps, they recall the memory of a toilsome ascent, the sun beating on his head for five or six hours, the snow returning the glare with still more parching effect; a stalwart guide toiling all the weary time, cutting steps 35 in hard blue ice, the fragments hissing and spinning down the long straight grooves in the frozen snow till they lost themselves in the yawning chasm below; and step after step THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 139 taken along the slippery staircase, till at length he trium- phantly sprang upon the summit of the tremendous wall that no human foot had scaled before. The little black knobs that rise above the edge represent for him huge impassable rocks, sinking on one side in scarped slippery 5 surfaces towards the snowfield, and on the other stooping in one tremendous cliff to a distorted glacier thousands of feet below. The faint blue line across the upper neve, scarcely distinguishable to the eye, represents to one observer nothing but a trifling undulation; a second, perhaps, 10 knows that it means a crevasse ; the mountaineer remembers that it is the top of a huge chasm, thirty feet across, and perhaps ten times as deep, with perpendicular sides of glimmering blue ice, and fringed by thick rows of enormous pendent icicles. The marks that are scored in delicate 15 lines, such as might be ruled by a diamond on glass, have been cut by innumerable streams trickling in hot weather from the everlasting snow, or ploughed by succeeding avalanches that have slipped from the huge upper snow- fields above. In short, there is no insignificant line or mark 20 that has not its memory or its indication of the strange phenomena of the upper world. True, the same picture is painted upon the retina of all classes of observers; and so Porson and a schoolboy and a peasant might receive the same physical impression from a set of black and white 25 marks on the page of a Greek play; but to one they would be an incoherent conglomeration of unmeaning and capri- cious lines, to another they would represent certain sounds more or less corresponding to some English words; whilst to the scholar they would reveal some of the noblest poetry 30 in the world, and all the associations of successful intel- lectual labour. I do not say that the difference is quite so great in the case of the mountains; still I am certain that no one can decipher the natural writing on the face of a snow-slope or a precipice who has not wandered amongst 35 their recesses, and learnt by slow experience what is indi- cated by marks which an ignorant observer would scarcely 140 LESLIE STEPHEN notice. True, even one who sees a mountain for the first time may know that, as a matter of fact, a scar on the face of a cliff means, for example, a recent fall of a rock; but between the bare knowledge and the acquaintance with all S which that knowledge implies the thunder of the fall, the crash of the smaller fragments, the bounding energy of the descending mass there is almost as much difference as between hearing that a battle has been fought and being present at it yourself. We have all read descriptions of 10 Waterloo till we are sick of the subject; but I imagine that our emotions on seeing the shattered well of Hougomont are very inferior to those of one of the Guard who should revisit the place where he held out for a long day against the assaults of the French army. 15 Now to an old mountaineer the Oberland cliffs are full of memories; and, more than this, he has learnt the language spoken by every crag and every wave of glacier. It is strange if they do not affect him rather more powerfully than the casual visitor who has never been initiated by practical 20 experience into their difficulties. To him, the huge but- tress which runs down from the Monch is something more than an irregular pyramid, purple with white patches at the bottom and pure white at the top. He fills up the bare outline supplied by the senses with a thousand lively images. 25 He sees tier above tier of rock, rising in a gradually ascend- ing scale of difficulty, covered at first by long lines of the debris that have been splintered by frost from the higher wall, and afterwards rising bare and black and threatening. He knows instinctively which of the ledges has a dangerous 30 look where such a bold mountaineer as John Lauener might slip on the polished surface, or be in danger of an avalanche from above. He sees the little shell-like swelling at the foot of the glacier crawling down the steep slope above, and knows that it means an almost inaccessible wall of ice; 35 and the steep snowfields that rise towards the summit are suggestive of something very different from the picture which might have existed in the mind of a German student, THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 141 who once asked me whether it was possible to make the ascent on a mule. Hence, if mountains owe their influence upon the imagi- nation in a great degree to their size and steepness, and apparent inaccessibility as no one can doubt that they 5 do, whatever may be the explanation of the fact that people like to look at big, steep, inaccessible objects the advan- tages of the mountaineer are obvious. He can measure those qualities on a very different scale from the ordinary traveler. He measures the size, not by the vague abstract 10 term of so many thousand feet, but by the hours of labour, divided into minutes each separately felt of strenuous muscular exertion. The steepness is not expressed in degrees, but by the memory of the sensation produced when a snow-slope seems to be rising up and smiting you in the 15 face; when, far away from all human help, you are cling- ing like a fly to the slippery side of a mighty pinnacle in mid air. And as for the inaccessibility, no one can measure the difficulty of climbing a hill who has not wearied his muscles and brain in struggling against the opposing obsta- 20 cles. Alpine travellers, it is said, have removed the romance from the mountains by climbing them. What they have really done is to prove that there exists a narrow line by which a way may be found to the top of any given mountain; but the clue leads through innumerable inaccessibilities; 25 true, you can follow one path, but to right and left are cliffs which no human foot will ever tread, and whose terrors can only be realised when you are in their imme- diate neighbourhood. The cliffs of the Matterhorn do not bar the way to the top effectually, but it is only by forcing 30 a passage through them that you can really appreciate their terrible significance. Hence I say that the qualities which strike every sensitive observer are impressed upon the mountaineer with tenfold force and intensity. If he is as accessible to poetical 35 influences as his neighbours and I don't know why he should be less so he has opened new avenues of access 142 LESLIE STEPHEN between the scenery and his mind. He has learnt a lan- guage which is but partially revealed to ordinary men. An artist is superior to an unlearned picture-seer, not merely because he has greater natural sensibility, but because he 5 has improved it by methodical experience; because his senses have been sharpened by constant practice, till he can catch finer shades of colouring, and more delicate inflexions of line; because, also, the lines and colours have acquired new significance, and been associated with a thou- 10 sand thoughts with which the mass of mankind has never cared to connect them. The mountaineer is improved by a similar process. But I know some sceptical critics will ask, does not the way in which he is accustomed to regard mountains rather deaden their poetical influence? Doesn't 15 he come to look at them as mere instruments of sport, and overlook their more spiritual teaching? Does not all the excitement of personal adventure and the noisy apparatus of guides, and ropes, and axes, and tobacco, and the fun of climbing, rather dull his perceptions and incapacitate 20 him from perceiving The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills? Well, I have known some stupid and unpoetical moun- taineers; and, since T have been dismounted from my 25 favourite hobby, I think T have met some similar specimens among the humbler class of tourists. There are persons, I fancy, who " do " the Alps; who look upon the Lake of Lucerne as one more task ticked off from their memorandum book, and count up the list of summits visible from the 30 Gornergrat without being penetrated with any keen sense of sublimity. And there are mountaineers who are capable of making a pun on the top of Mont B lane and capable of nothing more. Still I venture to deny that even punning is incompatible with poetry, or that those who make the 35 pun can have no deeper feeling in their bosoms which they are perhaps too shamefaced to utter. THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 143 The fact is that that which gives its inexpressible charm to mountaineering is the incessant series of exquisite natural scenes, which are for the most part enjoyed by the moun- taineer alone. This is, I am aware, a round assertion; but I will try to support it by a few of the visions which are 5 recalled to me by these Oberland cliffs, and which I have seen profoundly enjoyed by men who perhaps never men- tioned them again, and probably in describing their adven- tures scrupulously avoided the danger of being sentimental. Thus every traveller has occasionally done a sunrise, 10 and a more lamentable proceeding than the ordinary view of a sunrise can hardly be imagined. You are cold, miserable, breakfastless; have risen shivering from a warm bed, and in your heart long only to creep into bed again. To the mountaineer all this is changed. He is beginning a day full 15 of the anticipation of a pleasant excitement. He has, perhaps, been waiting anxiously for fine weather, to try conclusions with some huge giant not yet scaled. He moves out with something of the feeling with which a soldier goes to the assault of a fortress, but without the same probability 20 of coming home in fragments; the danger is trifling enough to be merely exhilatory, and to give a pleasant tension to the nerves; his muscles feel firm and springy, and his stomach no small advantage to the enjoyment of scenery is in excellent order. He looks at the sparkling stars with keen 25 satisfaction, prepared .to enjoy a fine sunrise with all his faculties at their best, and with the added pleasure of a good omen for his day's work. Then a huge dark mass begins to mould itself slowly out of the darkness, the sky begins to form a background of deep purple, against which 30 the outline becomes gradually more definite; one by one, the peaks catch the exquisite Alpine glow, lighting up in rapid succession, like a vast illumination; and when at last the steady sunlight settles upon them, and shows every rock and glacier, without even a delicate film of mist to 55 obscure them, he feels his heart bound, and steps out gaily to the assault just as the people on the Rigi are giving thanks 144 LESLIE STEPHEN that the show is over and that they may go to bed. Still grander is the sight when the mountaineer has already reached some lofty ridge, and, as the sun rises, stands between the day and the night the valley still in deep sleep, with the mists 5 lying between the folds of the hills, and the snow-peaks standing out clear and pale white just before the sun reaches them, whilst a broad band of orange light runs all round the vast horizon. The glory of sunsets is equally increased in the thin upper air. The grandest of all such sights that live 10 in my memory is that of a sunset from the Aiguille du Goute. The snow at our feet was glowing with rich light, and the shadows in our footsteps a vivid green by the con- trast. Beneath us was a vast horizontal floor of thin level mists suspended in mid air, spread like a canopy over the 1 5 whole boundless landscape, and tinged with every hue of sunset. Through its rents and gaps we could see the lower mountains, the distant plains, and a fragment of the Lake of Geneva lying in a more sober purple. Above us rose the solemn mass of Mont Blanc in the richest glow of an Alpine 20 sunset. The sense of lonely sublimity was almost oppressive, and although half our party was suffering from sickness, I believe even the guides w y ere moved to a sense of solemn beauty. These grand scenic effects are occasionally seen by ordinary 25 travellers, though the ordinary traveller is for the most part out of temper at 3 A.M. The mountaineer can enjoy them, both because his frame of mind is properly trained to receive the natural beauty, and because he alone sees them with their best accessories, amidst the silence of the eternal 30 snow, and the vast panoramas visible from the loftier summits. And he has a similar advantage in most of the great natural phenomena of the cloud and the sunshine. No sight in the Alps is more impressive than the huge rocks of a black precipice suddenly frowning out through the 35 chasms of a storm-cloud. But grand as such a sight may be from the safe verandahs of the inn at Grindelwald, it is far grander in the silence of the Central Alps amongst the THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 145 savage wilderness of rock and snow. Another characteristic effect of the High Alps often presents itself when one has been climbing for two or three hours, with nothing in sight but the varying wreaths of mist that chased each other monotonously along the rocky ribs up whose snow-covered 5 backbone we were laboriously fighting our way. Suddenly there is a puff of wind, and looking round we find that we have in an instant pierced the clouds, and emerged, as it were, on the surface of the ocean of vapour. Beneath us stretches for hundreds of miles the level fleecy floor, andio above us shines out clear in the eternal sunshine every mountain, from Mont Blanc to Monte Rosa and the Jung- frau. What, again, in the lower regions, can equal the mysterious charm of gazing from the edge of a torn rocky parapet into an apparently fathomless abyss, where nothing^ but w r hat an Alpine traveller calls a " strange formless wreathing of vapour " indicates the storm-wind that is raging below us? I might go on indefinitely recalling the strangely impressive scenes that frequently startle the traveller in the waste upper world; but language is feeble 20 indeed to convey even a glimmering of what is to be seen to those who have not seen it for themselves, whilst to them it can be little more than a peg upon which to hang their own recollections. These glories, in which the mountain Spirit reveals himself to his true worshippers, are only to be 25 gained by the appropriate service of climbing at some risk, though a very trifling risk, if he is approached with due form and ceremony into the furthest recesses of his shrines. And without seeing them, I maintain that no man has really seen the Alps. 30 The difference between the exoteric and the esoteric school of mountaineers may be indicated by their different view of glaciers. At Grindelwald, for example, it is v the fashion to go and " see the glaciers " heaven save the mark! Ladies in costumes, heavy German professors, 35 Americans doing the Alps at a gallop, Cook's tourists, and other varieties of a well-known genus, go off in shoals and 146 LESLIE STEPHEN see what? A gigantic mass of ice, strangely torn with a few of the exquisite blue crevasses, but denied and prostrate in dirt and ruins. A stream foul with mud oozes out from the base; the whole mass seems to be melting fast away; 5 the summer sun has evidently got the best of it in these lower regions, and nothing can resist him but the great mounds of decaying rock that strew the surface in confused lumps. It is as much like the glacier of the upper regions as the melting fragments of snow T in a London street are like 10 the surface of the fresh snow that has just fallen in a country field. And by way of improving its attractions a perpetual picnic is going on, and the ingenious natives have hewed a tunnel into the ice, for admission to which they charge certain centimes. The unlucky glacier reminds me at his 15 latter end of a wretched whale stranded on a beach, dis- solving into masses of blubber, and hacked by remorseless fishermen, instead of plunging at his ease in the deep blue water. Far above, w r here the glacier begins his course, he is seen only by the true mountaineer. There are vast 20 amphitheatres of pure snow, of which the glacier known to tourists is merely the insignificant drainage, but whose very existence they do not generally suspect. They are utterly ignorant that from the top of the icefall which they visit you may walk for hours on the eternal ice. After a 25 long climb you come to the region where the glacier is truly at its noblest; where the surface is a spotless white; where the crevasses are enormous rents sinking to profound depths, with walls of the purest blue; where the glacier is torn and shattered by the energetic forces which mould it, but has an 30 expression of superabundant power, like a full stream fretting against its banks and plunging through the vast gorges that it has hewn for itself in the course of centuries. The bases of the mountains are immersed in a deluge of cockney- ism fortunately a shallow deluge whilst their summits 35 rise high into the bracing air, where everything is pure and poetical. The difference which I have thus endeavoured to indicate THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 147 is more or less traceable in a wider sense. The mountains are exquisitely beautiful, indeed, from whatever points of view we contemplate them; and the mountaineer would lose much if he never saw the beauties of the lower valleys, of pasturages deep in flowers, and dark pine-forests with the 5 summits shining from far off between the stems. Only, as it seems to me, he has the exclusive prerogative of thoroughly enjoying one and that the most characteristic, though by no means only, element of the scenery. There may be a very good dinner spread before twenty people; but if nine- 10 teen of them were teetotalers, and the twentieth drank his wine like a man, he would be the only one to do it full justice; the others might praise the meat or the fruits, but he would alone enjoy the champagne; and in the great feast which Nature spreads before us (a stock metaphor, which emboldens 15 me to make the comparison), the high mountain scenery acts the part of the champagne. Unluckily, too, the tee- totalers are very apt, in this case also, to sit in judgment upon their more adventurous neighbours. Especially are they pleased to carp at the views from high summits. 1 20 have been constantly asked, with a covert sneer, " Did it repay you?" a question which involves the assumption that one wants to be repaid, as though the labour were not itself part of the pleasure, and which implies a doubt that the view is really enjoyable. People are always demonstrat- 25 ing that the lower views are the most beautiful; and at the same time complaining that mountaineers frequently turn back without looking at the view from the top, as though that would necessarily imply that they cared nothing for scenery. In opposition to which I must first remark that, 30 as a rule, every step of an ascent has a beauty of its own, which one is quietly absorbing even when one is not directly making it a subject of contemplation, and that the View from the top is generally the crowning glory of the whole. It will be enough if I conclude with an attempt to illus-,35 trate this last assertion: and I will do it by still referring to the Oberland. Every visitor with a soul for the beautiful 148 LESLIE STEPHEN admires the noble form of the Wetterhorn the lofty snow- crowned pyramid rising in such light and yet massive lines from its huge basement of perpendicular cliffs. The Wetter- horn has, however, a further merit. To my mind and I 5 believe most connoisseurs of mountain tops agree with me it is one of the most impressive summits in the Alps. It is not a sharp pinnacle like the Weisshorn, or a cupola like Mont Blanc, or a grand rocky tooth like the Monte Rosa, but a long and nearly horizontal knife-edge, which, as seen 10 from either end, has of course the appearance of a sharp- pointed cone. It is when balanced upon this ridge sitting astride of the knife-edge on which one can hardly stand without giddiness that one fully appreciates an Alpine precipice. Mr. Justice Wills has admirably dc- 15 scribed the first ascent, and the impression it made upon him, in a paper which has become classical for succeeding adven- turers. Behind you the snow-slope sinks with perilous steepness towards the wilderness of glacier and rock through which the ascent has lain. But in front the ice sinks with 20 even greater steepness for a few feet or yards. Then it curves over and disappears, and the next thing that the eye catches is the meadowland of Grindelwald, some 9,000 feet below. I have looked down many precipices, where the eye can trace the course of every pebble that bounds down 25 the awful slopes, and where I have shuddered as some dis- lodged fragment of rock showed the course which, in case of accident, fragments of my own body would follow. A precipice is always, for obvious reasons, far more terrible from above than from below. The creeping, tingling sensa- 30 tion which passes through one's limbs even when one knows oneself to be in perfect safety testifies to the thrilling influence of the sight. But I have never so realised the terrors of a terrific cliff as when I could not see it. The awful gulf which intervened between me and the green 35 meadows struck the imagination by its invisibility. It was like the view which may be seen from the ridge of a cathedral roof, where the eaves have for their immediate THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 149 background the pavement of the streets below; only this cathedral was 9,000 feet high. Now, any one standing at the foot of the Wetterhorn may admire their stupendous mas- si veness and steepness; but, to feel their influence enter in the very marrow of one's bones, it is necessary to stand s at the summit, and to fancy the one little slide down the short ice-slope, to be followed apparently by a bound into clear air and a fall down to the houses, from heights where only the eagle ventures to soar. This is one of the Alpine beauties, which, of course, is 10 beyond the power of art to imitate, and which people are therefore apt to ignore. But it is not the only one to be seen on the high summits. It is often said that these views are not " beautiful " apparently because they won't go into a picture, or, to put it more fairly, because no picture 15 can in the faintest degree imitate them. But without quarrelling about words, I think that, even if " beautiful " be not the most correct epithet, they have a marvellously stimulating effect upon the imagination. Let us look round from this wonderful pinnacle in mid air, and 20 note one or two of the most striking elements of the scenery. You are, in the first place, perched on a cliff, whose presence is the more felt because it is unseen. Then you are in a region over which eternal silence is brooding. Not a sound 25 ever comes there, except the occasional fall of a splintered fragment of rock, or a layer of snow; no stream is heard trickling, and the sounds of animal life are left thousands of feet below. The most that you can hear is some mysterious noise made by the wind eddying round the gigantic rocks 530 sometimes a strange flapping sound, as if an unearthly flag were shaking its invisible folds in the air. The enormous tract of country over which your view extends most *of it dim and almost dissolved into air by distance intensifies the strange influence of the silence. You feel the force of the 35 line I have quoted from Wordsworth The sleep that is among the lonely hills. 150 LESLIE STEPHEN None of the travellers whom you can see crawling at your feet has the least conception of what is meant by the silent solitudes of the High Alps. To you, it is like a return to the stir of active life, when, after hours of lonely wandering, 5 you return to hear the tinkling of the cow-bells below; to them the same sound is the ultimate limit of the habitable world. Whilst your mind is properly toned by these influences, you become conscious of another fact, to which the com- mon variety of tourists is necessarily insensible. You 10 begin to find out for the first time what the mountains really are. On one side, you look back upon the huge reservoirs from which the Oberland glaciers descend.. You see the vast stores from which the great rivers of Europe are replen- ished, the monstrous crawling masses that are carving the 1 5 mountains into shape, and the gigantic bulwarks that separate two great quarters of the world. From below these wild regions are half invisible; they are masked by the outer line of mountains; and it is not till you are able to command them from some lofty point that you can appre- 20 date the grandeur of the huge barriers, and the snow that is piled within their folds. There is another half of the view equally striking. Looking towards the north, the whole of Switzerland is couched at your feet; the Jura and the Black Forest lie on the far horizon. And then you know 25 what is the nature of a really mountainous country. From below everything is seen in a kind of distorted perspective. The people of the valley naturally think that the valley is everything that the country resembles old-fashioned maps, where a few sporadic lumps are distributed amongst towns 30 and plains. The true proportions reveal themselves as you ascend. The valleys, you can now see, are nothing but narrow trenches scooped out amidst a tossing waste of mountain, just to carry off the drainage. The great ridges run hither and thither, having it all their own way, wild 35 and untamable regions of rock or open grass or forest, at whose feet the valleys exist on sufferance. Creeping about amongst the roots of the hills, you half miss the hills them- THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 151 selves; you quite fail to understand the massiveness of the mountain chains, and, therefore, the wonderful energy of the forces that have heaved the surface of the world into these distorted shapes. And it is to a half-conscious sense of the powers that must have been at work that a great part 5 of the influence of mountain scenery is due. Geologists tell us that a theory of catastrophes is unphilosophical ; but, whatever may be the scientific truth, our minds are impressed as though we were witnessing the results of some incredible convulsion. At Stonehenge we ask what human 10 beings could have erected these strange grey monuments, and in the mountains we instinctively ask what force can have carved out the Matterhorn, and placed the Wetter- horn on its gigantic pedestal. Now, it is not till we reach some commanding point that we realise the amazing extent 15 of country over which the solid ground has been shaking and heaving itself in irresistible tumult. Something, it is true, of this last effect may be seen from such mountains as the Rigi or the Faulhorn. There, too, one seems to be at the centre of a vast sphere, the earth 20 bending up in a cup-like form to meet the sky, and the blue vault above stretching in an arch majestical by its enormous extent. There you seem to see a sensible frac- tion of the world at your feet. But the effect is far less striking when other mountains obviously look down upon 25 you; when, as it were, you are looking at the waves of the great ocean of hills merely from the crest of one of the waves themselves, and not from some lighthouse that rises far over their heads; for the Wetterhorn, like the Eiger, Monch, and Jungfrau, owes one great beauty to the fact 30 that it is on the edge of the lower country, and stands between the real giants and the crowd of inferior, though still enormous, masses in attendance upon them. And, in the next place, your mind is far better adapted to receive impressions of sublimity when you are alone, in a silent 35 region, with a black sky above and giant cliffs all round; with a sense still in your mind, if not of actual danger, still 152 LESLIE STEPHEN of danger that would become real with the slightest relax- ation of caution, and with the world divided from you by hours of snow and rock. I will go no further, not because I have no more to say, 5 but because descriptions of scenery soon become weari- some, and because I have, I hope, said enough to show that the mountaineer may boast of some intellectual pleasures; that he is not a mere scrambler, but that he looks for poetical impressions, as well as for such small glory as his achieve- 10 ments may gain in a very small circle. Something of what he gains fortunately sticks by him: he does not quite forget the mountain language; his eye still recognises the space and the height and the glory of the lofty mountains. And yet there is some pain in wandering ghostlike among the 15 scenes of his earlier pleasures. For my part, I try in vain to hug myself in a sense of comfort. I turn over in bed when I hear the stamping of heavily nailed shoes along the passage of an inn about 2 A.M. I feel the skin of my nose complacently when I see others returning with a glistening 20 tight aspect about that unluckily prominent feature, and know that in a day or two it will be raw and blistered and burning. I think, in a comfortable inn at night, of the miseries of those who are trying to sleep in damp hay, or on hard boards of chalets, at once cold and stuffy and haunted 25 by innumerable fleas. I congratulate myself on having a whole skin and unfractured bones, and on the small danger of ever breaking them over an Alpine precipice. But yet I secretly know that these consolations are feeble. It is little use to avoid early rising and discomfort, and even 30 fleas, if one also loses the pleasures to which they were the sauce rather too piquante a sauce occasionally, it must be admitted. The philosophy is all very well which recom- mends moderate enjoyment, regular exercise, and a careful avoidance of risk and over-excitement. That is, it is all 3 5 very well so long as risk and excitement and immoderate enjoyment are out of your power; but it does not stand the test of looking on and seeing them just beyond your THE REGRETS OF A MOUNTAINEER 153 reach. In time, no doubt, a man may grow calm; he may learn to enjoy the pleasures and the exquisite beauties of the lower regions though they, too, are most fully enjoyed when they have a contrast with beauties of a different, and pleasures of a keener excitement. When first debarred, at 5 any rate, one feels like a balloon full of gas, and fixed by immovable ropes to the prosaic ground. It is pleasant to lie on one's back in a bed of rhododendrons, and look up to a mountain top peering at one from above a bank of cloud; but it is pleasantest when one has qualified oneself for repose 10 by climbing the peak the day before and becoming familiar with its terrors and its beauties. In time, doubtless, one may get reconciled to anything; one may settle down to be a caterpillar, even after one has known the pleasures of being a butterfly; one may become philosophical, and have 15 one's clothes let out; and even in time, perhaps though it is almost too terrible to contemplate be content with a mule or a carriage, or that lowest depth to which human beings can sink, and for which the English language happily affords no name, a chaise a porteurs: and even in such 20 degradation the memory of better times may be pleasant; for I doubt much whether it is truth the poet sings That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Certainly, to a philosophical mind, the sentiment is doubt- ful. For my part, the fate which has cut me off, if I may 25 use the expression, in the flower of my youth, and doomed me to be a non-climbing animal in future, is one which ought to exclude grumbling. I cannot indicate it more plainly, for I might so make even the grumbling in which I have already indulged look like a sin. I can only say that there are some 30 very delightful things in which it is possible to discover an infinitesimal drop of bitterness, and that the mountaineer who undertakes to cut himself off from his favourite pastime, even for reasons which he will admit in his wildest moods to be more than amply sufficient, must expect at times to feel certain 35 pangs of regret, however quickly they may be smothered. BEHAVIOR 1 RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE soul which animates nature is not less significantly published in the figure, movement, and gesture of animated bodies, than in its last vehicle of articulate speech. This silent and subtle language is Manners; not what, but how. 5 Life expresses. A statue has no tongue, and needs none. Good tableaux do not need declamation. Nature tells every secret once. Yes, but in man she tells it all the time, by form, attitude, gesture, mien, face, and parts of the face, and by the whole action of the machine. The visible carriage or 10 action of the individual, as resulting from his organization and his will combined, we call manners. What are they but thought entering the hands and feet, controlling the move- ments of the body, the speech and behavior? There is always a best way of doing everything, if it be to 1 5 boil an egg. Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage. They form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned. If they are superficial, so are the dew-drops which give such a 20 depth to the morning meadows. Manners are very com- municable: men catch them from each other. Consuelo, in the romance, boasts of the lessons she had given the nobles in manners, on the stage: and, in real life, Talma taught Napo- leon the arts of behavior. Genius invents fine manners, 25 which the baron and the baroness copy very fast, and, by the advantage of a palace, better the instruction. They stereotype the lesson they have learned into a mode. 1 Chapter V of " The Conduct of Life," 1860. 154 BEHAVIOR 155 The power of manners is incessant, an element as uncon- cealable as fire. The nobility cannot in any country be dis- guised, and no more in a republic or a democracy than in a kingdom. No man can resist their influence. There are certain manners which are learned in good society, of that 5 force, that, if a person have them, he or she must be con,- sidered, and is everywhere welcome, though without beauty, or wealth, or genius. Give a boy address and accomplish- ments, and you give him the mastery of palaces and fortunes where he goes. He has not the trouble of earning or owning 10 them; they solicit him to enter and possess. We send girls of a timid, retreating disposition to the boarding-school, to the riding-school, to the ballroom, or wheresoever they can come into acquaintance and nearness of leading persons of their own sex; where they might learn address, and see it 15 near at hand. The power of a woman of fashion to lead, and also to daunt and repel, derives from their belief that she knows resources and behaviors not known to them; but when these have mastered her secret, they learn to confront her, and recover their self-possession. 20 Every day bears witness to their gentle rule. People who would obtrude, now do not obtrude. The mediocre circle learns to demand that which belongs to a high state of nature or of culture. Your manners are always under examination, and by committees little suspected, a police in citizen's 25 clothes, but are awarding or denying you very high prizes when you least think of it. We talk much of utilities, but 'tis our manners that asso- ciate us. In hours of business, we go to him who knows, or has, or does this or that which we want, and we do not let our 30 taste or feeling stand in the way. But this activity over, we return to the indolent state, and wish for those we can be at ease with ; those who will go where we go, whose manners do not offend us, whose social tone chimes with ours. When we reflect on their persuasive and cheering force; how they 35 recommend, prepare, and draw people together; how, in all clubs, manners make the members; how manners make the 156 RALPH WALDO EMERSON fortune of the ambitious youth; that, for the most part, his manners marry him, and, for the most part, he marries manners; when we think what keys they are, and to what secrets; what high lessons and inspiring tokens of character 5 they convey; and what divination is required in us, for the reading of this fine telegraph; we see what range the subject has, and what relations to convenience, power, and beauty. Their first service is very low, when they are the minor morals; but 'tis the beginning of civility, to make us, I 10 mean, endurable to each other. We prize them for their rough-plastic, abstergent force; to get people out of the quadruped state; to get them washed, clothed, and set up on end; to slough their animal husks and habits; compel them to be clean; overawe their spite and meanness, teach 15 them to stifle the base, and choose the generous expression, and make them know how much happier the generous behaviors are. Bad behavior the laws cannot reach. Society is invested with rude, cynical, restless, and frivolous persons who prey 20 upon the rest, and whom a public opinion concentrated into good manners, forms accepted by the sense of all, can reach; the contradictors and railers at public and private tables, who are like terriers, who conceive it the duty of a dog of honor to growl at any passer-by, and do the honors of the 25 house by barking him out of sight; I have seen men who neigh like a horse when you contradict them, or say some- thing which they do not understand; then the overbold, who make their own invitation to your hearth ; the persever- ing talker, who gives you his society in large, saturating doses; 30 the pitiers of themselves, a perilous class; the frivolous Asmodeus, who relies on you to find him in ropes of sand to twist; the monotones; in short, every stripe of absurdity; these are social inflictions which the magistrate cannot cure or defend you from, and which must be intrusted to the 35 restraining force of custom, and proverbs, and familiar rules of behavior impressed on young people in their school-days. In the hotels on the banks of the Mississippi, they print, or BEHAVIOR 157 used to print, among the rules of the house, that " No gentle- man can be permitted to come to the public table without his coat; " and in the same country, in the pews of the churches, little placards plead with the worshipper against the fury of expectoration. Charles Dickens self-sacrincingly undertook 5 the reformation of our American manners in unspeakable particulars. I think the lesson was not quite lost; that it held bad manners up, so that the churls could see the de- formity. Unhappily, the book had its own deformities. It ought not to need to print in a reading room a caution to 10 strangers not to speak loud; nor to persons who look over fine engravings, that they should be handled like cobwebs and butterflies' wings; nor to persons who look at marble statues, that they shall not smite them with canes. But, even in the perfect civilization of this city, such cautions are 15 not quite needless in the Athenaeum and City Library. Manners are factitious, and grow out of circumstances as well as out of character. If you look at the pictures of patri- cians and of peasants, of different periods and countries, you will see how well they match the same classes in our towns. 20 The modern aristocrat not only is well drawn in Titian's Venetian doges, and in Roman coins and statues, but also in the pictures which Commodore Perry brought home of digni- taries in Japan. Broad lands and great interests not only arrive to such heads as can manage them, but form manners 25 of power. A keen eye, too, will see nice gradations of rank, or see in the manners the degree of homage the party is wont to receive. A prince who is accustomed every day to be courted and deferred to by the highest grandees, acquires a corresponding expectation, and a becoming mode of receiv-3o ing and replying to this homage. There are always exceptional people and modes. English grandees affect to be farmers. Claverhouse is a fop, 'and, under the finish of dress, and levity of behavior, hides the terror of his war. But Nature and Destiny are honest, and 35 never fail to leave their mark, to hang out a sign for each and for every quality. It is much to conquer one's face, and 158 RALPH WALDO EMERSON perhaps the ambitious youth thinks he has got the whole secret when he has learned that disengaged manners are commanding. Don't be deceived by a facile exterior. Tender men sometimes have strong wills. We had, in 5 Massachusetts, an old statesman, who had sat all his life in courts and in chairs of state, without overcoming an extreme irritability of face, voice, and bearing: when he spoke, his voice would not serve him; it cracked, it broke, it wheezed, it piped; little cared he; he knew that it had got to pipe, 10 or wheeze, or screech his argument and his indignation. When he sat down, after speaking, he seemed in a sort of fit, and held on to his chair with both hands: but under- neath all this irritability was a puissant will, firm and advanc- ing, and a memory in which lay in order and method, like 15 geologic strata, every fact of his history, and under the control of his will. Manners are partly factitious, but, mainly, there must be capacity for culture in the blood. Else all culture is vain. The obstinate prejudice in favor of blood, which lies at the 20 base of the feudal and monarchical fabrics of the old world, has some reason in common experience. Every man, mathematician, artist, soldier, or merchant, looks with confidence for some traits and talents in his own child, which he \vould not dare to presume in the child of a stranger. The 25 Orientalists are very orthodox on this point. " Take a thorn-bush," said the emir Abdel-Kader, " and sprinkle it for a whole year with water, it will yield nothing but thorns. Take a date-tree, leave it without culture, and it will always produce dates. Nobility is the date-tree, and the Arab 30 populace is a bush of thorns." A main fact in the history of manners is the wonderful expressiveness of the human body. If it were made of glass, or of air, and the thoughts were written on steel tablets within, it could not publish more truly its meaning than now. 35 Wise men read very sharply all your private history in your look and gait and behavior. The whole economy of nature is bent on expression. The tell-tale body is all tongues. BEHAVIOR 159 Men are like Geneva watches with crystal faces which expose the whole movement. They carry the liquor of life flowing up and down in these beautiful bottles, and announcing to the curious how it is with them. The face and eyes reveal what the spirit is doing, how old it is, what aims it has. The 5 eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul, or through how many "forms it has already ascended. It almost violates the pro- prieties, if we say above the breath here what the confessing eyes do not hesitate to utter to every street passenger. Man cannot fix his eye on the sun, and so far seems imper- 10 feet. In Siberia, a late traveller found men who could see the satellites of Jupiter with their unarmed eye. In some respects the animals excel us. The birds have a longer sight, beside the advantage by their wings of a higher observatory. A cow can bid her calf, by secret signal, prob- 15 ably of the eye, to run away, or to lie down and hide itself. The jockeys say of certain horses, that " they look over the whole ground." The outdoor life, and hunting, and labor, give equal vigor to the human eye. A farmer looks out at you as strong as the horse; his eye-beam is like the stroke 20 of a staff. An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with joy. The eye obeys exactly the action of the mind. When a 25 thought strikes us, the eyes fix, and remain gazing at a distance; in enumerating the names of persons or of coun- tries, as France, Germany, Spain, Turkey, the eyes wink at each new name. There is no nicety of learning sought by the mind, which the eyes do not vie in acquiring. "An 30 artist," said Michael Angelo, "must have his measuring tools not in the hand, but in the eye;" and there is no end to the catalogue of its performances, whether in indolent vision (that of health and beauty) or in strained vision (that of art and labor). 35 Eyes are bold as lions, roving, running, leaping, here and there, far and near. They speak all languages. They wait 160 RALPH WALDO EMERSON for no introduction; they are no Englishmen; ask no leave of age or rank; they respect neither poverty nor riches, neither learning nor power, nor virtue, nor sex, but intrude, and come again, and go through and through you, in a 5 moment of time. What inundation of life and thought is discharged from one soul into another through them! The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by 10 the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity of nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there. The revelations are sometimes 15 terrific. The confession of a low, usurping devil is there made, and the observer shall seem to feel the stirring of owls, and bats, and horned hoofs, where he looked for innocence and simplicity. 'Tis remarkable, too, that the spirit that appears at the windows of the house does at once invest 20 himself in a new form of his own to the mind of the beholder. The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues, with the advantage, that the ocular dialect needs no dictionary, but is understood all the world over. \Vhen the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practised man relies on 25 the language of the first. If the man is off his center, the eyes show it. You can read in the eyes of your companion, whether your argument hits him, though his tongue will not confess it. There is a look by which a man shows he is going to say a good thing, and a look when he has said it. Vain 30 and forgotten are all the fine offers and offices of hospitality, if there is no holiday in the eye. How many furtive inclina- tions avowed by the eye, though dissembled by the lips! One comes away from a company, in which, it may easily happen, he has said nothing, and no important remark has 35 been addressed to him, and yet, if in sympathy with the society he shall not have a sense of this fact, such a stream of life has been flowing into him, and out from him, through BEHAVIOR 1G1 the eyes. There are eyes, to be sure, that give no more admission into the man than blue-berries. Others are liquid and deep, wells that a man might fall into; others are aggressive and devouring, seem to call out the police, 4ake all too much notice, and require crowded Broadways, 5 and the security of millions, to protect individuals against them. The military eye I meet, now darkly sparkling under clerical, now under rustic brows. 'Tis the city of Lacedaemon ; 'tis a stack of bayonets. There are asking eyes, asserting eyes, prowling eyes; and eyes full of fate, some of good, and 10 some of sinister omen. The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye. It must be a victory achieved in the will before it can be signified in the eye. 'Tis very certain that each man carries in his eye the exact indication of his rank in the immense scale of 15 men, and we are always learning to read it. A complete man should need no auxiliaries to his personal presence. Whoever looked on him would consent to his will, being certified that his aims were generous and universal. The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud 20 at the bottom of our eye. If the organ of sight is such a vehicle of power, the other features have their own. A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants. The 25 sculptor, and Winckelmann, and Lavater, will tell you how significant a feature is the nose; how its forms express strength or weakness of will, and good or bad temper. The nose of Julius Caesar, of Dante, and of Pitt, suggest " the terrors of the beak." What refinement, and what limitations, the 30 teeth betray! " Beware you don't laugh," said the wise mother, " for then you show all your faults." Balzac left in manuscript a chapter, which he called " Theorie de la demarche,'' 1 in which he says: " The look, the voice, the respiration, and the attitude or walk, are identical. 35 But, as it has not been given to man, the power to stand 1 Theory of trait and demeanor. 162 HALPH WALDO EMERSON guard, at once, over these four different simultaneous expres- sions of his thought, watch that one which speaks out the truth, and you will know the whole man." Palaces interest us mainly in the exhibition of manners, 5 which, in the idle and expensive society dwelling in them, are raised to a high art. The maxim of courts is, that manner is power. A calm and resolute bearing, a polished speech, an embellishment of trifles, and the art of hiding all uncomfortable feeling, are essential to the courtier: and 10 Saint Simon, and Cardinal de Retz, and Rcederer, and an encyclopaedia of Memoires, will instruct you, if you wish, in those potent secrets. Thus, it b a point of pride with kings to remember faces and names. It is reported of one prince, that his head had the air of leaning downwards, in order not 15 to humble the crowd. There are people who come in ever like a child with a piece of good news. It was said of the late Lord Holland, that he always came down to breakfast with the air of a man who had just met with some signal good-fortune. In Notre Dame, the grandee took his place 20 on the dais, with the look of one who is thinking of some- thing else. But we must not peep and eavesdrop at palace- doors. Fine manners need the support of fine manners in others. A scholar may be a well-bred man, or he may not. The 25 enthusiast is introduced to polished scholars in society, and is chilled and silenced by finding himself not in their element. They all have somewhat which he has not, and, it seems, ought to have. But if he finds the scholar apart from his companions, it is then the enthusiast's turn, and the scholar 30 has no defence, but must deal on his terms. Now they must fight the battle out on their private strengths. What is the talent of that character so common, the successful man of the world, in all marts, senates, and drawing-rooms? Manners: manners of power; sense to see his advantage, and 35 manners up to it. See him approach his man. He knows that troops behave as they are handled at first; that is his cheap secret; just what happens to every two persons who BEHAVIOR 163 meet on any affair, one instantly perceives that he has the key of the situation, that his will comprehends the other's will, as the cat does the mouse; and he has only to use courtesy, and furnish good-natured reasons to his victim to cover up the chain, lest he be shamed into 5 resistance. The theater in which this science of manners has a formal importance is not with us a court, but dress-circles, wherein, after the close of the day's business, men and women meet at leisure, for mutual entertainment, in ornamented drawing- 10 rooms. Of course, it has every variety of attraction and merit; but, to earnest persons, to youths or maidens who have great objects at heart, we cannot extol it highly. A well-dressed, talkative company, where each is bent to amuse the other, yet the high-born Turk who came hither fancied 15 that every woman seemed to be suffering for a chair; that all the talkers were brained and exhausted by the deoxygenated air; it spoiled the best persons: it put all on stilts. Yet here are the secret biographies written and read. The aspect of that man is repulsive; I do not wish to deal with him. The 20 other is irritable, shy, and on his guard. The youth looks humble and manly: I choose him. Look on this woman. There is not beauty, nor brilliant sayings, nor distinguished power, to serve you; but all see her gladly; her whole air and impression are healthful. Here come the sentimentalists, 25 and the invalids. Here is Elise, who caught cold in coming into the world, and has always increased it since. Here are creep-mouse manners, and thievish manners. " Look at Northcote," said Fuseli; " he looks like a rat that has seen a cat." In the shallow company, easily excited, easily tired, 30 here is the columnar Bernard: the Alleghanies do not express more repose than his behavior. Here are the sweet following eyes of Cecile: it seemed always that she demanded the heart. Nothing can be more excellent in kind than the Corinthian grace of Gertrude's manners, and yet Blanche, 35 who has no manners, has better manners than she; for the movements of Blanche are the sallies of a spirit which is 164 RALPH WALDO EMERSON sufficient for the moment, and she can afford to express every thought by instant action. Manners have been somewhat cynically defined to be a contrivance of wise men to keep fools at a distance. Fashion 5 is shrewd to detect those who do not belong to her train, and seldom wastes her attentions. Society is very swift in its instincts, and, if you do not belong to it, resists and sneers at you; or quietly drops you. The first weapon enrages the party attacked; the second is still more effective, but is not 10 to be resisted, as the date of the transaction is not easily found. People grow up and grow old under this infliction, and never suspect the truth, ascribing the solitude which acts on them very injuriously to any cause but the right one. The basis of good manners is self-reliance. Necessity is the 1 5 law of all who are not self-possessed. These who are not self-possessed, obtrude, and pain us. Some men appear to feel that they belong to a Pariah caste. They fear to offend, they bend and apologize, and walk through life with a timid step. As we sometimes dream that we are in a well-dressed 20 company without any coat, so Godfrey acts ever as if he suffered from some mortifying circumstance. The hero should find himself at home, wherever he is; should impart comfort by his own security and good-nature to all beholders. The hero is suffered to be himself. A person of strong mind 25 comes to perceive that for him an immunity is secured so long as he renders to society that service which is native and proper to him, an immunity from all the observances, yea, and duties, which society so tyrannically imposes on the rank and file of its members. " Euripides," says Aspasia, " has 30 not the fine manners of Sophocles; but," she adds good- humoredly, " the movers and masters of our souls have surely a right to throw out their limbs as carelessly as they please on the world that belongs to them, and before the creatures they have animated." l 35 Manners require time, as nothing is more vulgar than haste. Friendship should be surrounded with ceremonies and 1 From Landor's " Pericles and Aspasia." BEHAVIOR 165 \ respects, and not crushed into corners. Friendship requires more time than poor busy men can usually command. Here comes to me Roland, with a delicacy of sentiment leading and inwrapping him like a divine cloud or holy ghost. 'Tis a great destitution to both that this should not be entertained 5 with large leisures, but, contrariwise, should be balked by importunate affairs. But through this lustrous varnish the reality is ever shin- ing. 'Tis hard to keep the what from breaking through this pretty painting of the how. The core will come to the sur- 10 face. Strong will and keen perception overpower old manners and create new; and the thought of the present moment has a greater value than all the past. In persons of character, we do not remark manners, because of their instantaneousness. We are surprised by the thing done, out of all power to watch 15 the way of it. Yet nothing is more charming than to recog- nize the great style which runs through the actions of such. People masquerade before us in their fortunes, titles, offices, and connections, as academic or civil presidents, or senators, or professors, or great lawyers, and impose on the frivolous, 20 and a good deal on each other, by these fames. At least, it is a point of prudent good manners to treat these reputations tenderly, as if they were merited. But the sad realist knows these fellows at a glance, and they know him; as when in ..Paris the chief of the police enters a ballroom, so many dia- 25 monded pretenders shrink and make themselves as incon- spicuous as they can, or give him a supplicating look as they pass. " I had received," said a sybil, " I had received at birth the fatal gift of penetration:" and these Cassandras are always born. 30 Manners impress as they indicate real power. A man who is sure of his point, carries a broad and contented expression, which everybody reads. And you cannot rightly train one to an air and manner, except by making him the kind of man of whom that manner is the natural expression. Nature for 35 ever puts a premium on reality. What is done for effect, is seen to be done for effect; what is done for love, is felt to be 166 RALPH WALDO EMERSON done for love. A man inspires affection and honor, because he was not lying in wait for these. The things of a man for which we visit him, were done in the dark and the cold. A little integrity is better than any career. So deep are the 5 sources of this surface-action, that even the size of your companion seems to vary w r ith his freedom of thought. Not only is he larger, when at ease, and his thoughts generous, but everything around him becomes variable with expression. No carpenter's rule, no rod and chain, will measure the 10 dimensions of any house or house-lot: go into the house: if the proprietor is constrained and deferring, 'tis of no importance how large his house, how beautiful his grounds, you quickly come to the end of all; but if the man is self- possessed, happy, and at home, his house is deep-founded, 15 indefinitely large and interesting, the roof and dome buoyant as the sky. Under the humblest roof, the commonest person in plain clothes sits there massive, cheerful, yet formidable, like the Egyptian colossi. Neither Aristotle, nor Leibnitz, nor Junius, nor Cham- 2opollion has set down the grammar-rules of this dialect, older than Sanscrit; but they who cannot yet read English, can read this. Men take each other's measure when they meet for the first time, and every time they meet. How do they get this rapid knowledge, even before they speak, of 25 each other's power and dispositions? One would say, that the persuasion of their speech is not in what they say, or, that men do not convince by their argument, but by their personality, by who they are, and what they said and did heretofore. A man already strong is listened to, and every- 30 thing he says is applauded. Another opposes him with sound argument, but the argument is scouted, until by-and- by it gets into the mind of some weighty person; then it begins to tell on the community. Self-reliance is the basis of behavior, as it is the guaranty 35 that the powers are not squandered in too much demonstra- tion. In this country,, where school education is universal, we have a superficial culture, and a profusion of reading and BEHAVIOR 167 writing and expression. We parade our nobilities in poems and orations, instead of working them up into happiness. There is a whisper out of the ages to him who can understand it, " Whatever is known to thyself alone, has always very great value." There is some reason to believe, that, when a 5 man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him, instead of the one vent of writing; clings to his form and manners, whilst poets have often nothing poetical about them except their verses. Jacobi said that, " when a man has fully expressed his thought, he has somewhat less 10 possession of it." One would say, the rule is, What a man is irresistibly urged to say, helps him and us. In explaining his thought to others, he explains it to himself: but when he opens it for show, it corrupts him. Society is the stage on which manners are shown; novels 15 are their literature. Novels are the journal or record of manners; and the new importance of these books derives from the fact, that the novelist begins to penetrate the sur- face, and treats this part of life more worthily. The novels used to be all alike, and had a quite vulgar tone. The novels 20 used to lead us on to a foolish interest in the fortunes of the boy and girl they described. The boy was to be raised from a humble to a high position. He was in want of a wife and a castle, and the object of the story was to supply him with one or both. We watched sympathetically, step by step, his 25 climbing, until, at last, the point is gained, the wedding day is fixed, and we follow the gala procession home to the castle, when the doors are slammed in our face, and the poor reader is left outside in the cold, not enriched by so much as an idea, or a virtuous impulse. 30 But the victories of character are instant, and victories for all. Its greatness enlarges all. We are fortified by every heroic anecdote. The novels are as useful as Bibles, if they teach you the secret, that the best of life is conversation, and the greatest success is confidence, or perfect under- 35 standing between sincere people. 'Tis a French definition of friendship, ricn quc s'entcndrc, good understanding. The 168 RALPH WALDO EMERSON highest compact we can make with our fellow is, " Let there be truth between us two for evermore." That is the charm in all good novels, as it is the charm in all good histories, that the heroes mutually understand, 5 from the first, and deal loyally, and with a profound trust in each other. It is sublime to feel and say of another, I need never meet, or speak, or write to him: we need not reinforce ourselves, or send tokens of remem- brance: I rely on him as on myself: if he did thus or 10 thus, I know it was right. In all the superior people I have met, I notice directness, truth spoken more truly, as if everything of obstruction, of malformation, had been trained away. What have they to conceal? What have they to exhibit? Between simple and 1 5 noble persons, there is always a quick intelligence: they recognize at sight, and meet on a better ground than the talents and skills they may chance to possess, namely, on sincerity and uprightness. For, it is not what talents or genius a man has, but how he is to his talents, that con- 2ostitutes friendship and character. The man that stands by himself, the universe stands by him also. It is related of the monk Basle, that, being excommunicated by the Pope, he was, at his death, sent in charge of an angel to find a fit place of suffering in hell; but, such was the eloquence and good- 25 humor of the monk, that, wherever he went, he was received gladly, and civilly treated, even by the most uncivil angels: and, when he came to discourse with them, instead of con- tradicting or forcing him, they took his part, and adopted his manners: and even good angels came from far to see 30 him, and take up their abode with him. The angel that was sent to find a place of torment for him, attempted to remove him to a worse pit, but with no better success; for such was the contented spirit of the monk, that he found something to praise in every place and company, though in hell, and made 35 a kind of heaven of it. At last the escorting angel returned with his prisoner to them that sent him, saying, that no phlcgethon could be found that would burn him; for BEHAVIOR 109 that, in whatever condition, Basle remained incorrigibly Basle. The legend says, his sentence was remitted, and he was allowed to go into heaven, and was canonized as a saint. There is a stroke of magnanimity in the correspondence 5 of Bonaparte with his brother Joseph, when the latter was King of Spain, and complained that he missed in Napoleon's letters the affectionate tone which had marked their childish correspondence. " I am sorry," replies Napoleon, "you think you shall find your brother again only in the Elysiamo Fields. It is natural that at forty he should not feel towards you as he did at twelve. But his feelings towards you have greater truth and strength. His friendship has the features of his mind." How much we forgive to those who yield us the rare 15 spectacle of heroic manners! We will pardon them the want of books, of arts, and even of the gentler virtues. How tenaciously we remember them! Here is a lesson which I brought along with me in boyhood from the Latin School, and which ranks with the best of Roman anecdotes. Marcus 20 Scaurus was accused by Quintus Varius Hispanus, that he had excited the allies to take arms against the Republic. But he, full of firmness and gravity, defended himself in this manner: " Quintus Varius Hispanus alleges that Marcus Scaurus, President of the Senate, excited the allies to arms 125 Marcus Scaurus, President of the Senate, denies it. There is no witness. Which do you believe, Romans?" " Utri creditis, Quiritcs? " When he had said these words, he was absolved by the assembly of the people. I have seen manners that make a similar impression with 30 personal beauty; that give the like exhilaration, and refine us like that; and, in memorable experiences, they v are suddenly better than beauty, and make that superfluous and ugly. But they must be marked by fine perception, the acquaintance with real beauty. They must always show 35 self-control: you shall not be facile, apologetic, or leaky, but king over your word; and every gesture and action shall 170 RALPH WALDO EMERSON indicate power at rest. Then they must be inspired by the good heart. There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us. 'Tis good to give a stranger a meal, or a night's lodging. S 'Tis better to be hospitable to his good meaning and thought, and give courage to a companion. We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light. Special precepts are not to be thought of: the talent of well-doing contains them all. 10 Every hour will show a duty as paramount as that of my whim just now; and yet I will write it, that there is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers. If you have not slept, or if you have slept, or if you have headache, or sciatica, or 15 leprosy, or thunder-stroke. I beseech you, by all angels, to hold your peace, and not pollute the morning, to which all the housemates bring serene and pleasant thoughts, by corruption and groans. Come out in the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape. The 20 oldest and the most deserving person should come very modestly into any newly awaked company, respecting the divine communications, out of which all must be presumed to have newly come. An old man who added an elevating culture to a large experience of life, said to me, " When you 25 come into the room, I think I will study how to make humanity beautiful to you." As respects the delicate question of culture, I do not think that any other than negative rules can be laid down. For positive rules, for suggestion, nature alone inspires it. Who 30 dare assume to guide a youth, a maid, to perfect manners? the golden mean is so delicate, difficult, say frankly un- attainable. What finest hands would not be clumsy to sketch the genial precepts of the young girl's demeanor? The chances seem infinite against success; and yet success is 35 continually attained. There must not be secondariness, and 'tis a thousand to one that her air and manner will at once betray that she is not primary, but that there is some other BEHAVIOR 171 one or many of her class, to whom she habitually post- pones herself. But nature lifts her easily, and without knowing it, over these impossibilities, and we are continually surprised with graces and felicities not only unteachable, but undescribable. 5 MANNERS AND FASHION 1 HERBERT SPENCER SOME who shun drawing-rooms do so from inability to bear the restraints prescribed by a genuine refinement, and they would be greatly improved by being kept under these restraints. But it is not less true that, by adding to 5 the legitimate restraints, which are based on convenience and a regard for others, a host of factitious restraints based only on convention, the refining discipline, which would else have been borne with benefit, is rendered unbearable, and so misses its end. Excess of government invariably defeats 10 itself by driving away those to be governed. And if over all who desert its entertainments in disgust either at their emptiness or their formality, society thus loses its salutary influence if such not only fail to receive that moral culture which the company of ladies, when rationally regulated, 15 would give them, but, in default of other relaxation, are driven into habits and companionships which often end in gambling and drunkenness; must we not say that here, too, is an evil not to be passed over as insignificant? Then consider what a blighting effect these multitudinous 20 preparations and ceremonies have upon the pleasures they profess to subserve. Who, on calling to mind the occasions of his highest social enjoyments, does not find them to have been wholly informal, perhaps impromptu? How delightful a picnic of friends, who forget all observances save 25 those dictated by good nature! How pleasant the little unpretended gatherings of book-societies, and the like; or those purely accidental meetings of a few people well 1 From " Illustrations of Universal Progress," 1864. 172 MANNERS AND FASHION 173 known to each other! Then, indeed, we may see that " a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend." Cheeks flush, and eyes sparkle. The witty grow brilliant, and even the dull are excited into saying good things. There is an overflow of topics; and the right thought, and the right 5 words to put it in, spring up unsought. Grave alternates with gay: now serious converse, and now jokes, anecdotes, and playful raillery. Everyone's best nature is shown, everyone's best feelings are in pleasurable activity; and, for the time, life seems well worth having. 10 Go now and dress for some half-past eight dinner, or some ten o'clock " at home;" and present yourself in spotless attire, with every hair arranged to perfection. How great the difference! The enjoyment seems in the inverse ratio of the preparation. These figures, got up with such finish 15 and precision, appear but half alive. They have frozen each other by their primness; and your faculties feel the numb- ing effects of the atmosphere the moment you enter it. All those thoughts, so nimble and so apt awhile since, have disappeared have suddenly acquired a preternatural power 20 of eluding you. If you venture a remark to your neighbour, there comes a trite rejoinder, and there it ends. No subject you can hit upon outlives half a dozen sentences. Nothing that is said excites any real interest in you; and you feel that all you say is listened to with apathy. By some strange 25 magic, things that usually give pleasure seem to have lost all charm. You have a taste for art. Weary of frivolous talk, you turn to the table, and find that the book of engravings and the portfolio of photographs are as flat as the conversation. 30 You are fond of music. Yet the singing, good as it is, you hear with utter indifference; and say " Thank you " w\th a sense of being a profound hypocrite. Wholly at ease though you could be, for your own part, you find that your sym- pathies will not let you. You see young gentlemen feeling 35 whether their ties are properly adjusted, looking vacantly round, and considering what they shall do next. You 174 HERBERT SPENCER see ladies sitting disconsolately, waiting for some one to speak to them, and wishing they had the wherewith to occupy their fingers. You see the hostess standing about the doorway, keeping a factitious smile on her face, and 5 racking her brain to find the requisite nothings with which to greet her guests as they enter. You see numberless traits of weariness and embarrassment; and, if you have any fellow-feeling, these cannot fail to produce a feeling of discomfort. The disorder is catching; and do what you 10 will you cannot resist the general infection. You struggle against it; you make spasmodic efforts to be lively; but none of your sallies or your good stories do more than raise a simper or a forced laugh: intellect and feeling are alike asphyxiated. And when, at length, yielding to your dis- 15 gust, you rush away, how great is the relief when you get into the fresh air, and see the stars! How you " Thank God, that's over!" and half resolve to avoid all such boredom for the future ! What, now, is the secret of this perpetual miscarriage and 20 disappointment? Does not the fault lie with all these needless adjuncts these elaborate dressings, these set forms, these expensive preparations, these many devices and arrangements that imply trouble and raise expectation? Who that has lived thirty years in the world has not discovered that 25 Pleasure is coy; and must not be too directly pursued, but must be caught unawares? An air from a street-piano, heard while at work, will often gratify more than the choicest music played at a concert by the most accomplished musi- cians. A single good picture seen in a dealer's window, may 30 give keener enjoyment than a whole exhibition gone through with catalogue and pencil. By the time we have got ready our elaborate apparatus by which to secure happiness, the happiness is gone. It is too subtle to be contained in these receivers, garnished with compliments, and fenced round 35 with etiquette. The more we multiply and complicate appliances, the more certain are we to drive it away. The reason is patent enough. These higher emotions to MANNERS AND FASHION 175 which social intercourse ministers, are of extremely complex nature; they consequently depend for their production upon very numerous conditions; the more numerous the condi- tions, the greater the liability that one or other of them will be disturbed, and the emotions consequently prevented. 5 It takes a considerable misfortune to destroy appetite; but cordial sympathy with those around may be extinguished by a look or a word. Hence it follows, that the more multiplied the unnecessary requirements with which social intercourse is surrounded, the less likely are its pleasures toio be achieved. It is difficult enough to fulfil continuously all the essentials to a pleasurable communion with others: how much more difficult, then, must it be continuously to fulfil a host of non-essentials also! It is, indeed, impossible. The attempt inevitably ends in the sacrifice of the first to the 15 last the essentials to the non-essentials. What chance is there of getting any genuine response from the lady who is thinking of your stupidity in taking her in to dinner on the wrong arm? How are you likely to have agreeable converse with the gentleman who is fuming internally because he is ?o not placed next to the hostess? Formalities, familiar as they may become, necessarily occupy attention necessarily multiply the occasions for mistake, misunderstanding, and jealousy, on the part of one or other necessarily distract all minds from the thoughts and feelings that should occupy 25 them necessarily, therefore, subvert those conditions under which only any sterling intercourse is to be had. And this indeed is the fatal mischief which these conven- tions entail a mischief to which every other is secondary. They destroy those highest of our pleasures which they 30 profess to subserve. All institutions are alike in this, that however useful, and needful even, they originally * were, they not only in the end cease to be so, but become detri- mental. While humanity is growing, they continue fixed; daily get more mechanical and unvital; and by and by tend 35 to strangle what they before preserved. It is not simply that they become corrupt and fail to act; they become 176 HERBERT SPENCER obstructions. Old forms of government finally grow so oppressive, that they must be thrown off even at the risk of reigns of terror. Old creeds end in being dead formulas, which no longer aid but distort and arrest the general mind ; 5 while the State-churches administering them, come to be instruments for subsidising conservatism and repressing progress. Old schemes of education, incarnated in public schools and colleges, continue filling the heads of new generations with what has become relatively useless knowl- 10 edge, and, by consequence, excluding knowledge which is useful. Not an organisation of any kind political, religious, literary, philanthropic but what, by its ever-multiplying regulations, its accumulating wealth, its yearly addition of officers, and the creeping into it of patronage and party 15 feeling, eventually loses its original spirit, and sinks into a mere lifeless mechanism, worked with a view to private ends a mechanism which not merely fails of its first pur- pose, but is a positive hindrance to it. Thus is it, too, with social usages. We read of the Chinese 20 that they have "ponderous ceremonies transmitted from time immemorial," which make social intercourse a burden. The court forms prescribed by monarchs for their own exaltation, have, in all times and places, ended in consuming the comfort of their lives. And so the artificial observances 25 of the dining-room and saloon, in proportion as they are many and strict, extinguish that agreeable communion which they were originally intended to secure. The dislike with which people commonly speak of society that is " formal," and " stiff," and " ceremonious," implies the general 30 recognition of this fact; and this recognition, logically developed, involves that all usages of behaviour which are not based on natural requirements, are injurious. That these conventions defeat their own ends is no new assertion. Swift, criticising the manners of his clay, says " Wise men 35 are often more uneasy at the over-civility of these refiners than they could possibly be in the conversation of peasants and mechanics." MANNERS AND FASHION 177 But it is not only in these details that the self-defeating action of our arrangements is traceable: it is traceable in the very substance and nature of them. Our social intercourse, as commonly managed, is a mere semblance of the reality sought. What is it that we want? Some sym- 5 pathetic converse with our fellow-creatures: some converse that shall not be mere dead words, but the vehicle of living thoughts and feelings converse in which the eyes and the face shall speak, and the tones of the voice be full of mean- ing converse which shall make us feel no longer alone, 10 but shall draw us closer to another, and double our own emotions by adding another's to them. Who is there that has not, from time to time, felt how cold and flat is all this talk about politics and science, and the new books and the new men, and how a genuine utterance of fellow-feeling 15 outweighs the whole of it? Mark the words of Bacon: " For a crowd is not a company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love." If this be true, then it is only after acquaintance has 20 grown into intimacy, and intimacy has ripened into friend- ship, that the real communion which men need becomes possible. A rationally-formed circle must consist almost wholly of those on terms of familiarity and regard, with but one or two strangers. What folly, then, underlies the 25 whole system of our grand dinners, our " at homes," our evening parties assemblages made up of many who never met before, many others who just bow to each other, many others who though familiar feel mutual indifference, with just a few real friends lost in the general mass! You need 30 but look round at the artificial expression of face, to see at once how it is. All have their disguises on; and how can there be sympathy between masks? No wonder that in private every one exclaims against the stupidity of these gatherings. No wonder that hostesses get them up rather 35 because they must than because they wish. No wonder that the invited go less from the expectation of pleasure 178 HERBERT SPENCER than from fear of giving offence. The whole thing is a gigantic mistake an organised disappointment. And then note, lastly, that in this case, as in all others, when an organisation has become effete and inoperative 5 for its legitimate purpose, it is employed for quite other ones quite opposite ones. What is the usual plea put in for giving and attending these tedious assemblies? " I admit that they are stupid and frivolous enough," replies every man to your criticisms; " but then, you know, one 10 must keep up one's connections." And could you get from his wife a sincere answer, it would be " Like you, I am sick of these frivolities; but then, we must get our daughters married." The one knows that there is a profession to push, a practice to gain, a business to extend: or parliament- is ary influence, or county patronage, or votes, or office, to be got: position, berths, favours, profit. The other's thoughts run upon husbands and settlements, wives and dowries. Worthless for their ostensible purpose of daily bringing human beings into pleasurable relations with each other, 20 these cumbrous appliances of our social intercourse are now perseveringly kept in action with a view to the pecuniary and matrimonial results which they indirectly produce. Who then shall say that the reform of our system of observances is unimportant? When we see how this system 25 induces fashionable extravagance, with its entailed bank- ruptcy and ruin when we mark how greatly it limits the amount of social intercourse among the less wealthy classes when we find that many who most need to be disciplined by mixing with the refined are driven away by it, and .led into 30 dangerous and often fatal courses when we count up the many minor evils it inflicts, the extra work which its costli- ness entails on all professional and mercantile men, the damage to public taste in dress and decoration by the setting up of its absurdities as standards for imitation, the injury to 35 health indicated in the faces of its devotees at the close of the London season, the mortality of milliners and the like, which its sudden exigencies yearly involve; and when to MANNERS AND FASHION 179 all-tic icse we add its fatal sin, that it blights, withers up, and kills that high enjoyment it professedly ministers to that enjoyment which is a chief end of our hard struggling in life to obtain shall we not conclude that to reform our system of etiquette and fashion, is an aim yielding to few in 5 urgency? There needs, then, a protestantism in social usages. Forms that have ceased to facilitate and have become obstructive whether political, religious, or other have ever to be swept away; and eventually are so swept away in all cases. Signs 10 are not wanting that some change is at hand. A host of satirists, led on by Thackeray, have been for years engaged in bringing our sham-festivities, and our fashionable follies, into contempt; and in their candid moods, most men laugh at the frivolities with which they and the world in general 15 are deluded. Ridicule has always been a revolutionary agent. That which is habitually assailed with sneers and sarcasms cannot long survive. Institutions that have lost their roots in men's respect and faith are doomed; and the day of their dissolution is not far off. The time is approach- 20 ing, then, when our system of social observances must pass through some crisis, out of which it will come purified and comparatively simple. How this crisis will be brought about, no one can with any certainty say. Whether by the continuance and increase 25 of individual protests, or whether by the union of many persons for the practice and propagation of some better system, the future alone can decide. The influence of dissentients acting without cooperation, seems, under the present state of things, inadequate. Standing severally 30 alone, and having no well-defined views; frowned on by conformists, and expostulated with even by those who secretly sympathise with them; subject to petty persecu- tions, and unable to trace any benefit produced by their example; they are apt, one by one, to give up their attempts 35 as hopeless. The young convention-breaker eventually finds that he pays too heavily for his nonconformity. Hat- 180 HERBERT SPENCER ing, for example, everything that bears about it any remnant of servility, he determines, in the ardour of his independence, that he will uncover to no one. But what he means simply as a general protest, he finds that ladies interpret into a 5 personal disrespect. Though he sees that, from the days of chivalry downwards, these marks of supreme consideration paid to the other sex have been but a hypocritical counter- part to the actual subjection in which men have held them a pretended submission to compensate for a real domina- lotion; and though he sees that when the true dignity of women is recognised, the mock dignities given to them will be abolished, yet he does not like to be thus misunderstood, and so hesitates in his practice. In other cases, again, his courage fails him. Such of his 15 unconventionalities as can be attributed only to eccentricity, he has no qualms about: for, on the whole, he feels rather complimented than otherwise in being considered a dis- regarder of public opinion. But when they are liable to be put down to ignorance, to ill-breeding, or to poverty, he 20 becomes a coward. However clearly the recent innovation of eating some kinds of fish with knife and fork proves the fork-and-bread practice to have had little but caprice for its basis, yet he dares not wholly ignore that practice while fashion partially maintains it. Though he thinks that a 25 silk handkerchief is quite as appropriate for drawing-room use as a white cambric one, he is not altogether at ease in acting out his opinion. Then, too, be begins to per- ceive that his resistance to prescription brings round dis- advantageous results which he had not calculated upon. 30 He had expected that it would save him from a great deal of social intercourse of a frivolous kind that it would offend the fools, but not the sensible people; and so would serve as a self-acting test by which those worth knowing would be separated from those not worth knowing. But the fools 35 prove to be so greatly in the majority that, by offending them, he closes against himself nearly all the avenues through which the sensible people are to be reached. Thus he finds MANNERS AND FASHION 181 / that his nonconformity is frequently misinterpreted; that there are but few directions in which he dares to carry it consistently out; that the annoyances and disadvantages which it brings upon him are greater than he anticipated; and that the chances of his doing any good are very remote. 5 Hence he gradually loses resolution, and lapses, step by step, into the ordinary routine of observances. Abortive as individual protests thus generally turn out, it may possibly be that nothing effectual will be done until there arises some organised resistance to this invisible despot- 10 ism, by which our modes and habits are dictated. It may happen, that the government of Manners and Fashion will be rendered less tyrannical, as the political and religious governments have been, by some antagonistic union. Alike in Church and State, men's first emancipations from excess 15 of restriction were achieved by numbers, bound together by a common creed or a common political faith. What remained undone while there were but individual schismatics or rebels, was effected when there came to be many acting in concert. It is tolerably clear that these earliest instalments 20 of freedom could not have been obtained in any other way; for so long as the feeling of personal independence was weak and the rule strong, there could never have been a sufficient number of separate dissentients to produce the desired results. Only in these later times, during which the 25 secular and spiritual controls have been growing less coercive, and the tendency towards individual liberty greater, has it become possible for smaller and smaller sects and parties to fight against established creeds and laws; until now men may safely stand even alone in their antagonism. 30 The failure of individual nonconformity to customs, as above illustrated, suggests that an analogous series of changes may have to be gone through in this case also. It is true that the lex non scripta differs from the lex scripta in this, that, being unwritten, it is more readily altered; and that it has, 35 from time to time, been quietly ameliorated. Nevertheless, we shall find that the analogy holds substantially good. 182 HERBERT SPENCER For in this case, as in the others, the essential revolution is not the substituting of any one set of restraints for any other, but the limiting or abolishing the authority which prescribes restraints. Just as the fundamental change 5 inauguarated by the Reformation, was not a superseding of one creed by another, but an ignoring of the arbiter who before dictated creeds just as the fundamental change which Democracy long ago commenced, was not from this particular law to that, but from the despotism of one to the 10 freedom of all; so, the parallel change yet to be wrought out in this supplementary government of which we are treating, is not the replacing of absurd usages by sensible ones, but the dethronement of that secret, irresponsible power which now imposes our usages, and the assertion of 15 the right of all individuals to choose their own usages. In rules of living, a West-end clique is our Pope; and we are all papists, with but a mere sprinkling of heretics. On all who decisively rebel, comes down the penalty of excom- munication, with its long catalogue of disagreeable and, 20 indeed, serious consequences. The liberty of the subject asserted in our constitution, and ever on the increase, has yet to be wrested from this subtler tyranny. The right of private judgment, which our ancestors wrung from the church, remains to be claimed 25 from this dictator of our habits. Or, as before said, to free us from these idolatries and superstitious conformities, there has still to come a protestantism in social usages. Parallel, therefore, as is the change to be wrought out, it seems not improbable that it may be wrought out in an anal- 3oogous way. That influence which solitary dissentients fail to gain, and that perseverance which they lack, may come into existence when they unite. That persecution which the world now visits upon them from mistaking their non- conformity for ignorance or disrespect, may diminish when 35 it is seen to result from principle. The penalty which exclusion now entails may disappear when they become numerous enough to form visiting circles of their own. MANNERS AND FASHION 183 And when a successful stand has been made, and the brunt of the opposition has passed, that large amount of secret dislike to our observances which now pervades society, may manifest itself with sufficient power to effect the desired emancipation. 5 Whether such will be the process, time alone can decide. That community of origin, growth, supremacy, and decadence which we have found among all kinds of government, sug- gests a community in modes of change also. On the other hand, Nature often performs substantially similar opera- 10 tions, in ways apparently different. Hence these details can never be foretold. Society, in all its developments, undergoes the process of exuviation. These old forms which it successively throws off, have all been once vitally united with it have severally 15 served as the protective envelopes within which a higher humanity w r as being evolved. They are cast aside only when they become hindrances only when some inner and better envelope has been formed; and they bequeath to us all that there was in them of good. The periodical aboli- 20 tions of tyrannical laws have left the administration of justice not only uninjured, but purified. Dead and buried creeds have not carried with them the essential morality they contained, which still exists, uncontaminated by the sloughs of superstition. And all that there is of justice and 25 kindness and beauty, embodied in our cumbrous forms of etiquette, will live perennially when the forms themselves have been forgotten, TALK AND TALKERS l ROBERT Louis STEVENSON " Sir, we had a good talk." JOHNSON. " As we must account for every idle word, so we must for every idle silence." FRANKLIN. THERE can be no fairer ambition than to excel in talk; to be affable, gay, ready, clear and welcome; to have a fact, a thought, or an illustration, pat to every subject; and not only to cheer the flight of time among our intimates", 5 but bear our part in that great international congress, always sitting, where public wrongs are first declared, public errors first corrected, and the course of public opinion shaped, day by day, a little nearer to the right. No measure comes before Parliament but it has been long ago prepared by the 10 grand jury of the talkers; no book is written that has not been largely composed by their assistance. Literature in many of its branches is no other than the shadow of good talk; but the imitation falls far short of the original in life, freedom, and effect. There are always two to a talk, giving 15 and taking, comparing experience and according conclusions. Talk is fluid, tentative, continually " in further search and progress;" while written words remain fixed, become idols even to the writer, found wooden dogmatisms, and preserve flies of obvious error in the amber of the truth. Last and 20 chief, while literature, gagged with linsey-woolsey, can only deal with a fraction of the life of man, talk goes fancy 1 The first of two papers on this subject written in 1881-2; reprinted here, by permission of the publishers, from " Memories and Portraits " in the Biographical Edition of Stevenson's Works, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1907. 184 TALK AND TALKERS 185 free and may call a spade a spade. It cannot, even if it would, become merely aesthetic or merely classical like literature. A jest intervenes, the solemn humbug is dis- solved in laughter, and speech runs forth out of the con- temporary groove into the open fields of nature, cheery and 5 cheering, like schoolboys out of school. And it is in talk alone that we can learn our period and ourselves. In short, the first duty of a man is to speak; that is his chief business in this world; and talk, which is the harmonious speech of two or more, is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It 10 costs nothing in money; it is all profit; it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health. The spice of life is battle; the friendliest relations are still a kind of contest; and if we would not forego all that is 15 valuable in our lot, we must continually face some other per- son, eye to eye, and wrestle a fall whether in love or enmity. It is still by force of body, or power of character or intellect, that we attain to worthy pleasures. Men and women contend for each other in the lists of love, like rival mes- 20 merists; the active and adroit decide their challenges in the sports of the body; and the sedentary sit down to chess or conversation. All sluggish and pacific pleasures are, to the same- degree, solitary and selfish; and every dura- ble bond between human beings is founded in or height- 25 ened by some element of competition. Now, the relation that has the least root in matter is undoubtedly that airy one of friendship; and hence, I suppose, it is that good talk most commonly arises among friends. Talk is, indeed, both the scene and instrument of friendship. It is in talk 30 alone that the friends can measure strength, and enjoy that amicable counter-assertion of personality which is the gauge of relations and the sport of life. A good talk is not to be had for the asking. Humours must first be accorded in a kind of overture or prologue; 35 hour, company and circumstance be suited; and then, at a fit juncture, the subject, the quarry of two heated minds, 186 EGBERT LOUIS STEVENSON springs up like a deer out of the wood. Not that the talker has any of the hunter's pride, though he has all and more than all his ardour. The genuine artist follows the stream of conversation as an angler follows the windings of a brook, snot dallying where he fails to " kill." He trusts implicitly to hazard; and he is rewarded by continual variety, con- tinual pleasure, and those changing prospects of the truth that are the best of education. There is nothing in a sub- ject, so called, that we should regard it as an idol, or follow 10 it beyond the promptings of desire. Indeed, there are few subjects; and so far as they are truly talkable, more than the half of them may be reduced to three: that I am I, that you are you, and that there are other people dimly understood to be not quite the same as either. Wherever i Stalk may range, it still runs half the time on these eternal lines. The theme being set, each plays on himself as on an instrument; asserts and justifies himself; ransacks his brain for instances and opinions, and brings them forth new-minted, to his own surprise and the admiration of his 20 adversary. All natural talk is a festival of ostentation; and by the laws of the game each accepts and fans the vanity of the other. It is from that reason that we ven- ture to lay ourselves so open, that we dare to be so warmly eloquent, and that we swell in each other's eyes 25 to such a vast proportion. For talkers, once launched, begin to overflow the limits of their ordinary selves, tower up to the height of their secret pretensions, and give them- selves out for the heroes, brave, pious, musical, and wise, that in their most shining moments they aspire to be. So 30 they weave for themselves with words and for a while inhabit a palace of delights, temple at once and theatre, where they fill the round of the world's dignities, and feast with the gods, exulting in Kudos. 1 And when the talk is over, each goes his way, still flushed with vanity and admira- 35 tion, still trailing clouds of glory; each declines from the height of his ideal orgy, not in a moment, but by slow 1 Kudos (Greek) : glory. TALK AND TALKERS 187 / declension. I remember, in the entr'acte of an afternoon performance, coming forth into the sunshine, in a beautiful green, gardened corner of a romantic city; and as I sat and smoked, the music moving in my blood, I seemed to sit there and evaporate The Flying Dutchman (for it was 5 that I had been hearing) with a wonderful sense of life, warmth, well-being, and pride; and the noises of the city, voices, bells and marching feet, fell together in my ears like a symphonious orchestra. In the same way, the excite- ment of a good talk lives for a long while after in the blood, 10 the heart still hot within you, the brain still simmering, and the physical earth swimming around you with the colours of the sunset. Natural talk, like ploughing, should turn up a large surface of life, rather than dig mines into geological strata. 15 Masses of experience, anecdote, incident, cross-lights, quo- tation, historical instances, the whole flotsam and jetsam of two minds forced in and in upon the matter in hand from every point of the compass, and from every degree of mental elevation and abasement these are the material 20 with which talk is fortified, the food on which the talkers thrive. Such argument as is proper to the exercise should still be brief and seizing. Talk should proceed by instances; by the apposite, not the expository. It should keep close along the lines of humanity, near the bosoms and businesses 25 of men, at the level where history, fiction and experience intersect and illuminate each other. I am I, and You are You, with all my heart; but conceive how these lean prop- ositions change and brighten when, instead of words, the actual you and I sit cheek by jowl, the spirit housed 30 in the live body, and the very clothes uttering voices to corroborate the story in the face. Not less surprising is the change when we leave off to speak of generalities the bad, the good, the miser, and all the characters of Theo- phrastus and call up other men, by anecdote or instance, 35 in their very trick and feature; or trading on a common knowledge, toss each other famous names, still glowing 188 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON with the hues of life. Communication is no longer by words, but by the instancing of whole biographies, epics, systems of philosophy, and epochs of history, in bulk. That which is understood excels that which is spoken in quantity 5 and quality alike; ideas thus figured and personified, change hands, as we may say, like coin; and the speakers imply without effort the most obscure and intricate thoughts. Strangers who have a large common ground of reading will, for this reason, come the sooner to the grapple of genuine 10 converse. If they know Othello and Napoleon, Consuelo and Clarissa Harlowe, Vautrin and Steenie Steenson, they can leave generalities and begin at once to speak by figures. Conduct and art are the two subjects that arise most frequently and that embrace the widest range of facts. 15 A few pleasures bear discussion for their own sake, but only those which are most social or most radically human; and even these can only be discussed among their devotees. A technicality is always welcome to the expert, whether in athletics, art, or law; I have heard the best kind of talk 20 on technicalities from such rare and happy persons as both know and love their business. No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect we hear too much of it in literature. The weather is regarded as the very nadir and scoff of conversa- 25 tional topics. And yet the weather, the dramatic element in scenery, is far more tractable in language, and far more human both in import and suggestion than the stable features of the landscape. Sailors and shepherds, and the people generally of coast and mountain, talk well of it; 30 and it is often excitingly presented in literature. But the tendency of all living talk draws it back and back into the common focus of humanity. Talk is a creature of the street and market-place, feeding on gossip; and its last resort is still in a discussion on morals. That is the heroic form of 35 gossip; heroic in virtue of its high pretensions; but still gossip, because it turns on personalities. You can keep no men long, nor Scotchmen at all, off moral or theological TALK AND TALKERS 189 discussion. These are to all the world what law is to lawyers; they are everybody's technicalities; the medium through which all consider life, and the dialect in which they express their judgments. I knew three young men who walked together daily for some two months in a solemn and beau- 5 tiful forest and in cloudless summer weather; daily they talked with unabated zest, and yet scarce wandered that whole time beyond two subjects theology and love. And perhaps neither a court of love ' nor an assembly of divines would have granted their premises or welcomed their con- 10 elusions. Conclusions, indeed, are not often reached by talk any more than by private thinking. That is not the profit. The profit is in the exercise, and above all in the experience; for when we reason at large on any subject, we review our 15 state and history in life. From time to time, however, and specially, I think, in talking art, talk becomes effective, con- quering like war, widening the boundaries of knowledge like an exploration. A point arises; the question takes a problematical, a baffling, yet a likely air; the talkers begin 20 to feel lively presentiments of some conclusion near at hand; towards this they strive with emulous ardour, each by his own path, and struggling for first utterance; and then one leaps upon the summit of that matter with a shout, and almost at the same moment the other is beside him; 25 and behold they are agreed. Like enough, the progress is illusory, a mere cat's cradle having been wound and un- wound out of words. But the sense of joint discovery is none the less giddy and inspiriting. And in the life of the talker such triumphs, though imaginary, are neither few 30 nor far apart; they are attained with speed and pleasure, in the hour of mirth; and by the nature of the process, they are always worthily shared. There is a certain attitude combative at once and defer- ential, eager to fight yet most averse to quarrel, which 35 1 Court of love: a mediaeval institution for the discussion of questions of chivalrv. 190 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON marks out at once the talkable man. It is not eloquence, not fairness, not obstinacy, but a certain proportion of all of these that I love to encounter in my amidable adversar- ies. They must not be pontiffs holding doctrine, but hunts- 5 men questing after elements of truth. Neither must they be boys to be instructed, but fellow-teachers with whom I may wrangle and agree on equal terms. We must reach some solution, some shadow of consent; for without that, eager talk becomes a torture. But we do not wish to reach 10 it cheaply, or quickly, or without the tussle and effort wherein pleasure lies. The very best talker, with me, is one whom I shall call Spring-Heel'd Jack. I say so, because I never knew any one who mingled so largely the possible ingredients of 15 converse. In the Spanish proverb, the fourth man neces- sary to compound a salad, is a madman to mix it: Jack is that madman. I know not which is more remarkable: the insane lucidity of his conclusions, the humorous eloquence of his language, or his power of method, bringing the whole 20 of life into the focus of the subject treated, mixing the con- versational salad like a drunken god. He doubles like the serpent, changes and flashes like the shaken kaleido- scope, transmigrates bodily into the views of others, and so, in the twinkling of an eye and with a heady rapture, turns 25 questions inside out and flings them empty before you on the ground, like a triumphant conjuror. It is my common practice when a piece of conduct puzzles me, to attack it in the presence of Jack with such grossness, such partiality and such wearing iteration, as at length shall spur him up 30 in its defence. In a moment he transmigrates, dons the required character, and with moonstruck philosophy justifies the act in question. I can fancy nothing to compare with the vim of these impersonations, the strange scale of language, flying from Shakespeare to Kant, and from Kant to Major 35 Dyngwell " As fast as a musician scatters sounds Out of an instrument " TALK AND TALKERS 191 the sudden, sweeping generalisations, the absurd irrelevant particularities, the wit, wisdom, folly, humour, eloquence and bathos, each startling in its kind, and yet all luminous in the admired disorder of their combination. A talker of a different calibre, though belonging to the same school, is 5 Burly. Burly is a man of great presence; he commands a larger atmosphere, gives the impression of a grosser mass of character than most men. It has been said of him that his presence could be felt in a room you entered blindfold; and the same, I think, has been said of other powerful con- 10 stitutions condemned to much physical inaction. There is something boisterous and piratic in Burly's manner of talk which suits well enough with this impression. He will roar you down, he will bury his face in his hands, he will undergo passions of revolt and agony; and meanwhile 15 his attitude of mind is really both conciliatory and receptive; and after Pistol has been out-Pistol'd, and the welkin rung for hours, you begin to perceive a certain subsidence in these spring torrents, points of agreement issue, and you end arm- in-arm, and in a glow of mutual admiration. The outcry 20 only serves to make your final union the more unexpected and precious. Throughout there has been perfect sincerity, perfect intelligence, a desire to hear although not always to listen, and an unaffected eagerness to meet concessions. You have, with Burly, none of the dangers that attend 25 debate with Spring-Heel'd Jack; who may at any moment turn his powers of transmigration on yourself, create for you a view you never held, and then furiously fall on you for holding it. These, at least, are my two favourites, and both are loud, copious, intolerant talkers. This argues 30 that I myself am in the same category; for if we love talk- ing at all, we love a bright, fierce adversary, who will hold his ground, foot by foot, in much our own manner, sell his attention dearly, and give us our full measure of the dust and exertion of battle. Both these men can be beat from 35 a position, but it takes six hours to do it; a high and hard adventure, worth attempting. With both you can pass 192 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON days in an enchanted country of the mind, with people, scenery and manners of its own; live a \life apart, more arduous, active and glowing than any real existence; and come forth again when the talk is over, as out of a theatre S or a dream, to find the east wind still blowing and the chim- ney-pots of the old battered city still around you. Jack has the far finer mind, Burly the far more honest; Jack gives us the animated poetry, Burly the romantic prose, of similar themes; the one glances high like a meteor and makes 10 a light in darkness; the other, with many changing hues of fire, burns at the sea-level, like a conflagration; but both have the same humour and artistic interests, the same un- quenched ardour in pursuit, the same gusts of talk and thun- derclaps of contradiction. 15 Cockshot 1 is a different article, but vastly entertaining, and has been meat and drink to me for many a long evening. His manner is dry, brisk and pertinacious, and the choice of words not much. The point about him is his extraor- dinary readiness and spirit. You can propound nothing 20 but he has either a theory about it ready-made, or will have one instantly on the stocks, and proceed to lay its timbers and launch it in your presence. " Let me see," he will say. " Give me a moment. I should have some theory for that." A blither spectacle than the vigour 25 with which he sets about the task, it were hard to fancy. He is possessed by a demoniac energy, welding the elements for his life, and bending ideas, as an athlete bends a horse- shoe, with a visible and lively effort. He has, in theorising, a compass, an art; wha't I would call the synthetic gusto; 30 something of a Herbert Spencer, who should see the fun of the thing. You are not bound, and no more is he, to place your faith in these brand-new opinions. But some of them are right enough, durable even for life; and the poorest serve for a cock-shy as when idle people, after picnics, 35 float a bottle on a pond and have an hour's diversion ere it sinks. Whichever they are, serious opinions or humours 1 The Late Fleeming Jenkin Author's note. TALK AND TALKERS 193 of the moment, he still defends his ventures with inde- fatigable wit and spirit, hitting savagely himself, but taking punishment like a man. He knows and never forgets that people talk, first of all, for the sake of talking; conducts himself in the ring, to use the old slang, like a thorough 5 " glutton," and honestly enjoys a telling facer from his adversary. Cockshot is bottled effervescency, the sworn foe of sleep. Three-in-the-morning Cockshot, says a victim. His talk is like the driest of all imaginable dry champagnes. Sleight of hand and inimitable quickness are the qualities 10 by which he lives. Athelred, on the other hand, presents you with the spectacle of a sincere and somewhat slow nature thinking aloud. He is the most unready man I ever knew to shine in conversation. You may see him sometimes wrestle with a refractory jest for a minute or two together, 15 and perhaps fail to throw it in the end. And there is some- thing singularly engaging, often instructive, in the simplic- ity with which he thus exposes the process as well as the result, the works as well as the dial of the clock. Withal he has his hours of inspiration. Apt words come to him 20 as if by accident, and, coming from deeper down, they smack the more personally, they have the more of fine old crusted humanity, rich in sediment and humour. There are sayings of his in which he has stamped himself into the very grain of the language; you would think he must have worn the 25 words next his skin and slept with them. Yet it is not as a sayer of particular good things that Athelred is most to be regarded, rather as the stalwart woodman of thought. I have pulled on a light cord often enough, while he has been wielding the broad-axe; and between us, on this unequal 30 division, many a specious fallacy has fallen. I have known him to battle the same question night after night for years, keeping it in the reign of talk, constantly applying it and re-applying it to life with humorous or grave intention, and all the while, never hurrying, nor flagging, nor taking 35 an unfair advantage of the facts. Jack at a given moment, when arising, as it were, from the tripod, can be more 194 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON radiantly just to those from whom heNiiffers; but then the tenor of his thoughts is even calumnious; while Athelred, slower to forge excuses, is yet slower to condemn, and sits over the welter of the world, vacillating but still judicial, 5 and still faithfully contending with his doubts. Both the last talkers deal much in points of conduct and religion studied in the " dry light " of prose. Indirectly and as if against his will the same elements from time to time appear in the troubled and poetic talk of Opalstein. 10 His various and exotic knowledge, complete although unready sympathies, and fine, full, discriminative flow of language, fit him out to be the best of talkers; so perhaps he is with some, not quite with me proxime accessit, 1 I should say. He sings the praises of the earth and the arts, 15 flowers and jewels, wine and music, in a moonlight, seren- ading manner, as to the light guitar; even wisdom comes from his tongue like singing; no one is, indeed, more tune- ful in the upper notes. But even while he sings the song of the Sirens, he still hearkens to the barking of the Sphinx. 20 Jarring Byronic notes interrupt the flow of his Horatian humours. His mirth has something of the tragedy of the world for its perpetual background; and he feasts like Don Giovanni to a double orchestra, one lightly sounding for the dance, one pealing Beethoven in the distance. He is 25 not truly reconciled either with life or with himself; and this instant war in his members sometimes divides the man's attention. He does not always, perhaps not often, frankly surrender himself in conversation. He brings into the talk other thoughts than those which he expresses; you 30 are conscious that he keeps an eye on something else, that he does not shake off the world, nor quite forget himself. Hence arise occasional disappointments; even an occasional unfairness for his companions, who find themselves one day giving too much, and the next, when they are wary out of 35 season, giving perhaps too little. Purcel is in another class from any I have mentioned. He is no debater, but 1 Proxime accessit: he comes very close to it. TALK AND TALKERS 195 appears in conversation, as occasion rises, in two distinct characters, one of which I admire and fear, and the other love. In the first, he is radiantly civil and rather silent, sits on a high, courtly hilltop, and from that vantage-ground drops you his remarks like favours. He seems not to share 5 in our sublunary contentions; he wears no sign of interest; when on a sudden there falls in a crystal of wit, so polished that the dull do not perceive it, but so right that the sen- sitive are silenced. True talk should have more body and blood, should be louder, vainer and more declaratory of the 10 man; the true talker should not hold so steady an advan- tage over whom he speaks with; and that is one reason out of a score why I prefer my Purcel in his second char- acter, when he unbends into a strain of graceful gossip, singing like the fireside kettle. In these moods he has 15 an elegant homeliness that rings of the true Queen Anne. I know another person who attains, in his moments, to the insolence of a Restoration comedy, speaking, I declare, as Congreve wrote; but that is a sport of nature, and scarce falls under the rubric, for there is none, alas! to give him 20 answer. One last remark occurs: It is the mark of genuine con- versation that the sayings can scarce be quoted with their full effect beyond the circle of common friends. To have their proper weight they should appear in a biography, and 25 with the portrait of the speaker. Good talk is dramatic; it is like an impromptu piece of acting where each should represent himself to the greatest advantage; and that is the best kind of talk where each speaker is most fully and candidly himself, and where, if you were to shift the speeches 30 round from one to another, there would be the greatest loss in significance and perspicuity. It is for this reason that talk depends so wholly on our company. We should like to introduce Falstaff and Mercutio, or Falstaff and Sir Toby; but Falstaff in talk with Cordelia seems even pain- 35 ful. Most of us, by the Protean quality of man, can talk to some degree with all; but the tiue talk, that strikes out 196 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON all the slumbering best of us, comes only with the peculiar brethren of our spirits, is founded as deep as love in the constitution of our being, and is a thing to relish with all our energy, while yet we have it, and to 5 be grateful for forever. THE SOCIAL VALUE OF THE COLLEGE-BRED 1 WILLIAM JAMES I OF what use is a college training? We who have had it seldom hear the question raised we might be a little non- plussed to answer it offhand. A certain amount of medita- tion has brought me to this as the pithiest reply which I myself can give: The best claim that a college education can possibly make on your respect, the best thing it can aspire to accomplish for you, is this: that it should help you to know a good man when you sec him. This is as true of women's as of men's colleges; but that it is neither I0 a joke nor a one-sided abstraction I shall now endeavor to show. What talk do we commonly hear about the contrast between college education and the education which business or technical or professional schools confer? The college x - education is called higher because it is supposed to be so general and so disinterested. At the " schools " you get a relatively narrow practical skill, you are told, whereas the " colleges " give you the more liberal culture, the broader outlook, the historical perspective, the philosophic atmos- ,, phere, or something which phrases of that sort try to express. You are made into an efficient instrument for doing a defi- nite thing, you hear, at the schools; but, apart from that, you may remain a crude and smoky kind of petroleum, incapable of spreading light. The universities and colleges, ,. on the other hand, although they may leave you less efficient 1 First published in iqoS. Reprinted by permission from Memories and Studies, 1911. (Messrs. Longmans, Green and Co.) 197 198 WILLIAM JAMES for this or that practical task, suffuse your whole mentality with something more important than skill. They redeem you, make you well-bred; they make " good company " of you mentally. If they find you with a naturally boorish or 5 caddish mind, they cannot leave you so, as a technical school may leave you. This, at least, is pretended; this is what we hear among college-trained people when they com- pare their education with every other sort. Now, exactly how much does this signify? 10 It is certain, to begin with, that the narrowest trade or professional training does something more for a man than to make a skillful practical tool of him it makes him also a judge of other men's skill. Whether his trade be pleading at the bar or surgery or plastering or plumbing, it develops 15 a critical sense in him for that sort of occupation. He understands the difference between second-rate and first- rate work in his whole branch of industry; he gets to know a good job in his own line as soon as he sees it; and getting to know this in his own line, he gets a faint sense of what 20 good work may mean anyhow, that may, if circumstances favor, spread into his judgments elsewhere. Sound work, clean work, finished work; feeble work, slack work, sham work these words express an identical contrast in many different departments of activity. In so far, then, even 25 the humblest manual trade may beget in one a certain small degree of power to judge of good work generally. Now, what is supposed to be the line of us who have the higher college training? Is there any broader line since our education claims primarily not to be " narrow " 30 in which we also are made good judges between what is first-rate and what is second-rate only? What, is especially taught in the colleges has long been known by the name of the " humanities," and these are often identified with Greek and Latin. But it is only as literatures, not as lan- 35 guages, that Greek and Latin have any general humanity- value; so that in a broad sense the humanities mean litera- ture primarily, and in a still broader sense the study of THE SOCIAL VALUE OF THE COLLEGE-BRED 109 masterpieces in almost any field of human endeavor. Litera- ture keeps the primacy; for it not only consists of master- pieces, but is largely about masterpieces, being little more than an appreciative chronicle of human master-strokes, so far as it takes the form of criticism and history. You 5 can give humanistic value to almost anything by teaching it historically. Geology, economics, mechanics, are human- ities when taught with reference to the successive achieve- ments of the geniuses to which these sciences owe their being. Not taught thus, literature remains grammar, 10 art a catalogue, history a list of dates, and natural science a sheet of formulas and weights and measures. The sifting of human creations! nothing less than this is what we ought to mean by the humanities. Essentially this means biography; what our colleges should teach is, 15 therefore, biographical history, not that of politics merely, but of anything and everything so far as human efforts and conquests are factors that have played their part. Studying in this way, we learn what types of activity have stood the test of time; we acquire standards of the excellent 20 and durable. All our arts and sciences and institutions are but so many quests of perfection on the part of men; and when we see how diverse the types of excellence may be, how various the tests, how flexible the adaptations, we gain a richer sense of what the terms " better " and " worse "25 may signify in general. Our critical sensibilities grow both more acute and less fanatical. We sympathize with men's mistakes even in the act of penetrating them; we feel the pathos of lost causes and misguided epochs even while we applaud what overcame them. 30 Such words are vague and such ideas are inadequate, but their meaning is unmistakable. What the colleges teaching humanities by examples which may be special, but which must be typical and pregnant -should at least try to give us, is a general sense of what, under various 35 disguises, superiority has always signified and may still signify. The feeling for a good human job anywhere, the 200 WILLIAM JAMES \ admiration of the really admirable, the disesteem of what is cheap and trashy and impermanent this is what we call the critical sense, the sense for ideal values. It is the better part of what men know as wisdom. Some of us are wise 5 in this way naturally and by genius; some of us never become so. But to have spent one's youth at college, in contact with the choice and rare and precious, and yet still to be a blind prig or vulgarian, unable to scent out human excel- lence or to divine it amid its accidents, to know it only when 10 ticketed and labeled and forced on us by others, this indeed should be accounted the very calamity and shipwreck of a higher education. The sense for human superiority ought, then, to be con- sidered our line, as boring subways is the engineer's line and 1 5 the surgeon's is appendicitis. Our colleges ought to have lit up in us a lasting relish for the better kind of man, a loss of appetite for mediocrities, and a disgust for cheap- jacks. We ought to smell, as it were, the difference of quality in men and their proposals when we enter the world 20 of affairs about us. Expertness in this might well atone for some of our awkwardness at accounts, for some of our ignorance of dynamos. The best claim we can make for the higher education, the best single phrase in which we can tell what it ought to do for us, is, then, exactly what I 25 said: it should enable us to know a good man when we see him. That the phrase is anything but an empty epigram follows from the fact that if you ask in what line it is most important that a democracy like ours should have its sons and daughters skillful, you see that it is this line more than any other. 30" The people in their wisdom " this is the kind of wisdom most needed by the people. Democracy is on its trial, and no one knows how it will stand the ordeal. Abounding about us are pessimistic prophets. Fickleness and vio- lence used to be, but are no longer, the vices which they 35 charge to democracy. What its critics now affirm is that its preferences are inveterately for the inferior. So it was in the beginning, they say, and so it will be world without THE SOCIAL VALUE OF THE COLLEGE-BRED 201 end. Vulgarity enthroned and institutionalized, elbowing everything superior from the highway, this, they tell us, is our irremediable destiny; and the picture papers of the European continent are already drawing Uncle Sam with the hog instead of the eagle for his heraldic emblem. The 5 privileged aristocracies of the foretime, with all their iniqui- ties, did at least preserve some taste for higher human quality and honor certain forms of refinement by their enduring traditions. But when democracy is sovereign, its doubters say, nobility will form a sort of invisible church, 10 and sincerity and refinement, stripped of honor, preced- ence, and favor, will have to vegetate on sufferance in pri- vate corners. They will have no general influence. They will be harmless eccentricities. Now, who can be absolutely certain that this may not be 15 the career of democracy? Nothing future is quite secure; states enough have inwardly rotted; and democracy as a whole may undergo self-poisoning. But, on the other hand, democracy is a kind of religion, and we are bound not to admit its failure. Faiths and Utopias are the noblest exercise 20 of human reason, and no one with a spark of reason in him will sit down fatalistically before the croaker's picture. The best of us are filled with the contrary vision of a democracy stumbling through every error till its institutions glow with justice and its customs shine with beauty. Our 25 better men shall show the way and we shall follow them; so we are brought round again to the mission of the higher education in helping us to know the better kind of man whenever we see him. The notion that a people can run itself and its affairs 30 anonymously is now well known to be the silliest of absurd- ities. Mankind does nothing save through initiatives on the part of inventors, great or small, and imitation by the' rest of us these are the sole factors active in human progress. Individuals of genius show the way, and set the patterns, 35 which common people then adopt and follow. The rivalry of the patterns is the history of the world. Our democratic 202 WILLIAM JAMES \ problem thus is statable in ultra-simple terms: Who are the kind of men from whom our majorities shall take their cue? Whom shall they treat as rightful leaders? We and our leaders are the x and the y of the equation here; all other S historic circumstances, be they economical, political, or intellectual, are only the background of occasion on which the living drama works itself out between us. In this very simple way does the value of our educated class define itself: we more than others should be able to 10 divine the worthier and better leaders. The terms here are monstrously simplified, of course, but such a bird's-eye view lets us immediately take our bearings. In our democracy, where everything else is so shifting, we alumni and alumnae of the colleges are the only permanent presence that cor- 15 responds to the aristocracy in older countries. We have continuous traditions, as they have; our motto, too, is noblesse oblige; and, unlike them, we stand for ideal interests solely, for we have no corporate selfishness and wield no powers of corruption. We ought to have our own class- so consciousness. " Les intellectuals!" What prouder club name could there be than this one, used ironically by the party of " red blood," the party of every stupid prejudice and passion, during the anti-Dreyfus craze, to satirize the men in France who still retained some critical sense and 25 judgment! Critical sense, it has to be confessed, is not an exciting term, hardly a banner to carry in processions. Affections for old habit, currents of self-interest, and gales of passion are the forces that keep the human ship moving; and the pressure of the judicious pilot's hand upon the 30 tiller is a relatively insignificant energy. But the affections, passions, and interests are shifting, successive, and dis- traught; they blow in alternation while the pilot's hand is steadfast. He knows the compass, and, with all the lee- ways he is obliged to tack toward, he always makes some 35 headway. A small force, if it never lets up, will accumulate effects more considerable than those of much greater forces if these work inconsistently. The ceaseless whisper of the THE SOCIAL VALUE OF THE COLLEGE-BRED 203 more permanent ideals, the steady tug of truth and justice, give them but time, must warp the world in their direction. This bird's-eye view of the general steering function of {he college-bred amid the driftings of democracy ought to 5 help us to a wider vision of what our colleges themselves should aim at. If we are to be the yeast cake for democ- racy's dough, if we are to make it rise with culture's pref- erences, we must see to it that culture spreads broad sails. We must shake the old double reefs out of the canvas into 10 the wind and sunshine, and let in every modern subject, sure that any subject will prove humanistic, if its setting be kept only wide enough. Stevenson says somewhere to his reader: " You think you are just making this bargain, but you are really laying 15 down a link in the policy of mankind." Well, your technical school should enable you to make your bargain splendidly; but your college should show you just the place of that kind of bargain a pretty poor place, possibly in the whole policy of mankind. That is the kind of liberal outlook, of 20 perspective, of atmosphere, which should surround every subject as a college deals with it. We of the colleges must eradicate a curious notion which numbers of good people have about such ancient seats of learning as Harvard. To many ignorant outsiders, that 25 name suggests little more than a kind of sterlized conceit and incapacity for being pleased. In Edith Wyatt's exquisite book of Chicago sketches called " Every One his Own Way," there is a couple who stand for culture in the sense of exclu- siveness, Richard Elliot and his feminine counterpart feeble 30 caricatures of mankind, unable to know any good thing when they see it, incapable of enjoyment unless a printed label gives them leave. Possibly this type of culture may exist near Cambridge and Boston, there may be specimens there, for priggishness is just like painters' colic or any other 35 trade disease. But every good college makes its students immune against this malady, of which the microbe haunts 204 WILLIAM JAMES \ the neighborhood-printed pages. It does so by its general tone being too hearty for the microbe's life. Real culture lives by sympathies and admirations, not by dislikes and disdains under all misleading wrappings it pounces unerr- 5 ingly upon the human core. If a college, through the inferior human influences that have grown regnant there, fails to catch the robuster tone, its failure is colossal, for its social function stops: democracy gives it a wide berth, turns toward it a deaf ear. 10 " Tone," to be sure, is a terribly vague word to use, but there is no other, and this whole meditation is over questions of tone. By their tone are all things human either lost or saved. If democracy is to be saved it must catch the higher, healthier tone. If we are to impress it with our preferences, 15 we ourselves must use the proper tone, which we, in turn, must have caught from our own teachers. It all reverts in the end to the action of innumerable imitative individuals upon each other and to the question of whose tone has the highest spreading power. As a class, we college graduates 20 should look to it that ours has spreading power. It ought to have the highest spreading power. In our essential function of indicating the better men, we now have formidable competitors outside. McClure's Magazine, the American Magazine, Collier's Weekly, and, 25 in its fashion, the World's Work, constitute together a real popular university along this very line. It would be a pity if any future historian were to have to write words like these: " By the middle of the twentieth century the higher institutions of learning had lost all influence over public 30 opinion in the United States. But the mission of raising the tone of democracy, which they had proved themselves so lamentably unfitted to exert, was assumed with rare enthu- siasm and prosecuted with extraordinary skill and success by a new educational power; and for the clarification of 35 their human sympathies and elevation of their human pref- erences, the people at large acquired the habit of resorting exclusively to the guidance of certain private literary THE SOCIAL VALUE OF THE COLLEGE-BRED 205 adventures, commonly designated in the market by the affectionate name of ten-cent magazines." Must not we of the colleges see to it that no historian shall ever say anything like this? Vague as the phrase of knowing a good man when you see him may be, diffuse and indefinite 5 as one must leave its application, is there any other formula that describes so well the result at which our institutions ought to aim? If they do that, they do the best thing con- ceivable. If they fail to do it, they fail in very deed. It surely is a fine synthetic formula. If our faculties andi graduates could once collectively come to realize it as the great underlying purpose toward which they have always been more or less obscurely groping, great clearness would be shed over many of their problems; and, as for their influence in the midst of our social system, it would embark 1 5 upon a new career of strength. THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS * HENRY GEORGE WHAT, then, is the law of human progress the law under which civilization advances? It must explain clearly and definitely, and not by vague generalities or superficial analogies, why, though mankind started presumably with the same capacities and at the 5 same time, there now exist such wide differences in social development. It must account for the arrested civiliza- tions and for the decayed and destroyed civilizations; for the general facts as to the rise of civilization, and for the petrifying or enervating force which the progress of civiliza- 10 tion has heretofore always evolved. It must account for retrogression a well as for progression; for the differences in general character between Asiatic and European civiliza- tions; for the difference between classical and modern civilizations; for the different rates at which progress goes 15 on; and for those bursts, and starts, and halts of progress which are so marked as minor phenomena. And, thus, it must show us what are the essential conditions of progress, and what social adjustments advance and what retard it. It is not difficult to discover such a law. We have but 20 to look and we may see it. I do not pretend to give it scientific precision, but merely to point it out. The incentives to progress are the desires inherent in human nature the desire to gratify the wants of the 1 Chapter III, Book X, of " Progress and Poverty; " copyright, iQoj, by Henry George, Richard F. George, and Anna G. de Mille. The chapter is here reprinted by permission of Mr. Henry George, Junior, and the publishers, Messrs. Doubleday, Page and Company. 206 THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 207 animal nature, the wants of the intellectual nature, and the wants of the sympathetic nature; the desire to be, to know, and to do desires that short of infinity can never be satisfied, as they grow by what they feed on. Mind is the instrument by which man advances, and by 5 which each advance is secured and made the vantage ground for new advances. Though he may not by taking thought add a cubit to his stature, man may by taking thought extend his knowledge of the universe and his power over it, in what, so far as we can see. is an infinite degree. The I0 narrow span of human life allows the individual to go but a short distance, but though each generation may do but little, yet generations, succeeding to the gain of their pred- ecessors, may gradually elevate the status of mankind, as coral polyps, building one generation upon the work of J 5 the other, gradually elevate themselves from the bottom of the sea. Mental power is, therefore, the motor of progress, and men tend to advance in proportion to the mental power expended in progression the mental power which is devoted 2 to the extension of knowledge, the improvement of methods, and the betterment of social conditions. Now mental power is a fixed quantity that is to say, there is a limit to the work a man can do with his mind, as there is to the work he can do with his body; therefore, 2 5 the mental power which can be devoted to progress is only what is left after what is required for non-progressive purposes. These non-progressive purposes in which mental power is consumed may be classified as maintenance and con- 3 flict. By maintenance I mean, not only the support of existence, but the keeping up of the social condition and the holding of advances already gained. By conflict I mean not merely warfare and preparation for warfare, but all expenditure of mental power in seeking the grati-35 fication of desire at the expense of others, and in resistance to such aggression, 208 HENRY GEORGE \ To compare society to a boat. Her progress through the water will not depend upon the exertion of her crew, but upon the exertion devoted to propelling her. This will be lessened by any expenditure of force required for 5 bailing, or any expenditure of force in fighting among them- selves, or in pulling in different directions. Now, as in a separated state the whole powers of man are required to maintain existence, and mental power is set free for higher uses only by the association of men in 10 communities, which permits the division of labor and all the economies which come with the co-operation of increased numbers, association is the first essential of progress. Improvement becomes possible as men come together in peaceful association, and the wider and closer 15 the association, the greater the possibilities of improve- ment. And as the wasteful expenditure of mental power in conflict becomes greater or less as the moral law which accords to each an equality of rights is ignored or is recog- nized, equality (or justice) is the second essential of progress. 20 Thus association in equality is the law of progress. Asso- ciation frees mental power for expenditure in improvement, and equality, or justice, or freedom for the terms here signify the same thing, the recognition of the moral law prevents the dissipation of this power in fruitless struggles. 25 Here is the law of progress, which will explain all diver- sities, all advances, all halts, and retrogressions. Men tend to progress just as they come closer together, and by co- operation with each other increase the mental power that may be devoted to improvement; but just as conflict is pro- 3ovoked, or association develops inequality of condition and power, this tendency to progression is lessened, checked, and finally reversed. Given the same innate capacity, and it is evident that social development will go on faster or slower, will stop 35 or turn back, according to the resistances it meets. In a general way these obstacles to improvement may, in relation to the society itself, be classed as external and THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 209 internal the first operating with greater force in the earlier stages of civilization, the latter becoming more important in the later stages. Man is social in his nature. He does not require to be caught and tamed in order to induce him to live with his 5 fellows. The utter helplessness with which he enters the world, and the long period required for the maturity of his powers, necessitate the family relation; which, as we may observe, is wider, and in its extensions stronger, among the ruder than among the more cultivated peoples. Thej first societies are families, expanding into tribes, still holding a mutual blood relationship, and even when they have be- come great nations claiming a common descent. Given beings of this kind, placed on a globe of such diversified surface and climate as this, and it is evident 15 that, even with equal capacity, and an equal start, social development must be very different. The first limit or resistance to association will come from the conditions of physical nature, and as these greatly vary with locality, corresponding differences in social progress must show 20 themselves. The net rapidity of increase, and the closeness with which men, as they increase, can keep together, will, in the rude state of knowledge in which reliance for sub- sistence must be principally upon the spontaneous offerings of nature, very largely depend upon climate, soil, and 25 physical conformation. Where much animal food and warm clothing are required; where the earth seems poor and niggard; where the exuberant life of tropical forests mocks barbarous man's puny efforts to control; where mountains, deserts, or arms of the sea separate and isolate men; asso-3o ciation, and the power of improvement which it evolves, can at first go but a little way. But on the rich plains of warm climates, where human existence can be maintained with a smaller expenditure of force, and from a much smaller area, men can keep closer together, and the mental power 35 which can at first be devoted to improvement is much greater. Hence civilization naturally first arises in the 210 HENRY GEORGE great valleys and table-lands where we find its earliest monuments. But these diversities in natural conditions, not merely thus directly produce diversities in social development, shut, by producing diversities in social development, bring out in man himself an obstacle, or rather an active coun- terforce, to improvement. As families and tribes are separated from each other, the social feeling ceases to operate between them, and differences arise in language, custom, 10 tradition, religion in short, in the whole social web which each community, however small or large, constantly spins. With these differences, prejudices grow, animosities spring up, contact easily produces quarrels, aggression begets aggression, and wrong kindles revenge. 1 And so between 15 these separate social aggregates arises the feeling of Ishmael and the spirit of Cain, warfare becomes the chronic and seemingly natural relation of societies to each other, and the powers of men are expended in attack or defense, in mutual slaughter and mutual destruction of wealth, or in 20 warlike preparations. How long this hostility persists, the protective tariffs and the standing armies of the civilized world to-day bear witness; how difficult it is to get over the idea that it is not theft to steal from a foreigner, the difficulty in procuring an international copyright act will 1 How easy it is for ignorance to pass into contempt and dislike; how natural it is for us to consider any difference in manners, cus- toms, religion, etc., as proof of the inferiority of those who differ from us, any one who has emancipated himself in any degree from prejudice, and who mixes with different classes, may see in civilized society. In religion, for instance, the spirit of the hymn " I'd rather be a Baptist, and wear a shining face, Than for to be a Methodist and always fall from grace," is observable in all denominations. As the English Bishop said, " Orthodoxy is my doxy, and heterodoxy is any other doxy," while the universal tendency is to classify all outside of the orthodoxies and heterodoxies of the prevailing religion as heathens or atheists. And the like tendency is observable as to all other differences. Author's note. THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 211 show. Can we wonder at the perpetual hostilities of tribes and clans? Can we wonder that when each community was isolated from the others when each, uninfluenced by the others, was spinning its separate web of social environ- ment, which no individual can escape, that war should have 5 been the rule and peace the exception? " They were even as we are." Now, warfare is the negation of association. The separa- tion of men into diverse tribes, by increasing warfare, thus checks improvement; while in the localities where a large 10 increase in numbers is possible without much separation, civilization gains the advantage of exemption from tribal war, even when the community as a whole is carrying on warfare beyond its borders. Thus, where the resistance of nature to the close association of men is slightest, the 15 counterforce of warfare is likely at first to be least felt; and in the rich plains where civilization first begins, it may rise to a great height while scattered tribes are yet bar- barous. And thus, when small, separated communities exist in a state of chronic warfare which forbids advance, 20 the first step to their civilization is the advent of some conquering tribe or nation that unites these smaller com- munities into a larger one, in which internal peace is pre- served. Where this power of peaceable association is broken up, either by external assaults or internal dissensions, the 25 advance ceases and retrogression begins. But it is not conquest alone that has operated to pro- mote association, and, by liberating mental power from the necessities of warfare, to promote civilization. If the diversities of climate, soil, and configuration of the 30 earth's surface operate at first to separate mankind, they also operate to encourage exchange. And commerce, which is in itself a form of association or co-operation, operates to promote civilization, not only directly, but by building up interests which are opposed to warfare, 35 and dispelling the ignorance which is the fertile mother of prejudices and animosities. 212 HENRY GEORGE \ And so of religion. Though the forms it has assumed and the animosities it has aroused have often sundered men and produced warfare, yet it has at other times been the means of promoting association. A common worship 5 has often, as among the Greeks, mitigated war and furnished the basis of union, while it is from the triumph of Chris- tianity over the barbarians of Europe that modern civiliza- tion springs. Had not the Christian Church existed when the Roman Empire went to pieces, Europe, destitute of 10 any bond of association, might have fallen to a condition not much above that of the North American Indians or only received civilization with an Asiatic impress from the conquering scimiters of the invading hordes which had been welded into a mighty power by a religion which, spring- 15 ing up in the deserts of Arabia, had united tribes separated from time immemorial, and, thence issuing, brought into the association of a common faith a great part of the human race. Looking over what we know of the history of the world, we thus see civilization everywhere springing up where 20 men are brought into association, and everywhere disap- pearing as this association is broken up. Thus the Roman civilization, spread over Europe by the conquests which insured internal peace, was overwhelmed by the incursions of the northern nations that broke society again into dis- 25 connected fragments; and the progress that now goes on in our modern civilization began as the feudal system again began to associate men in larger communities, and the spiritual supremacy of Rome to bring these communities into a common relation, as her legions had done before. As 30 the feudal bonds grew into national autonomies, and Chris- tianity worked the amelioration of manners, brought forth the knowledge that during the dark days she had hidden, bound the threads of peaceful union in her all-pervading organization, and taught association in her religious orders, 35 a greater progress became possible, which, as men have been brought into closer and closer association and co-operation, has gone on with greater and greater force. THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 213 But we shall never understand the course of civilization, and the varied phenomena which its history presents, without a consideration of what I may term the internal resistances, or counter forces, which arise in the heart of advancing society, and which can alone explain how a 5 civilization once fairly started should either come of itself to a halt or be destroyed by barbarians. The mental power, which is the motor of social progress, is set free by association, which is, what, perhaps, it may be more properly called, an integration. Society in thisio process becomes more complex; its individuals more depen- dent upon each other. Occupations and functions are specialized. Instead of wandering, population becomes fixed. Instead of each man attempting to supply all of his wants, the various trades and industries are separated rs one man acquires skill in one thing, and another in another thing. So, too, of knowledge, the body of which constantly tends to become vaster than one man can grasp, and is separated into different parts, which different individuals acquire and pursue. So, too, the performance of religious 20 ceremonies tends to pass into the hands of a body of men specially devoted to that purpose, and the preservation of order, the administration .of justice, the assignment of public duties and the distribution of awards, the conduct of war, etc., to be made the special functions of an organized 25 government. In short, to use the language in which Herbert Spencer has defined evolution, the development of society is, in relation to its component individuals, the passing from an indefinite, incoherent homogeneity to a definite, coherent heterogeneity. The lower the stage of social development, 30 the more society resembles one of those lowest of animal organisms which are without organs or limbs, and from which a part may be cut and yet live. The higher the stage of social development, the more society resembles those higher organisms in which functions and powers are spe-35 cialized, and each member is vitally dependent on the others. Now, this process of integration, of the specialization 214 HENRY GEORGE of functions and powers, as it goes on in society, is, by virtue of what is probably one of the deepest laws of human nature, accompanied by a constant liability to inequality. I do not mean that inequality is the necessary 5 result of social growth, but that it is the constant tendency of social growth if unaccompanied by changes in social adjustments, which, in the new conditions that growth produces, will secure equality. I mean, so to speak, that the garment of laws, customs, and political institutions, 10 which each society weaves for itself,, is constantly tending to become too tight as the society develops. I mean, so to speak, that man, as he advances, threads a labyrinth, in which, if he keeps straight ahead, he will infallibly lose his way, and through which reason and justice can alone keep 15 him continuously in an ascending path. For, while the integration which accompanies growth tends in itself to set free mental power to work improve- ment, there is, both with increase of numbers and with increase in complexity of the social organization, a counter 20 tendency set up to the production of a state of inequality, which wastes mental power, and, as it increases, brings improvement to a halt. To trace to its highest expression the law which thus operates to evolve with progress the force which stops 25 progress, would be, it seems to me, to go far to the solu- tion of a problem deeper than that of the genesis of the material universe the problem of the genesis of evil. Let me content myself with pointing out the manner in which, as society develops, there arise tendencies which check 30 development. There are two qualities of human nature which it will be well, however, to first call to mind. The one is the power of habit the tendency to continue to do things in the same way; the other is the possibility of mental and 35 moral deterioration. The effect of the first in social develop- ment is to continue habits, customs, laws and methods, long after they have lost their original usefulness, and the THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 215 effect of the other is to permit the growth of institutions and modes of thought from which the normal perceptions of men instinctively revolt. Now the growth and development of society not merely tend to make each more and more dependent upon all, 5 and to lessen the influence of individuals, even over their own conditions, as compared with the influence of society; but the effect of association or integration is to give rise to a collective power which is distinguishable from the sum of individual powers. Analogies, or, perhaps, rather illustra- I0 tions of the same law, may be found in all directions. As animal organisms increase in complexity, there arise, above the life and power of the parts, a life and power of the integrated whole; above the capability of involuntary movements, the capability of voluntary movements. The x S actions and impulses of bodies of men are, as has often been observed, different from those which, under the same circum- stances, would be called forth in individuals. The fighting qualities of a regiment may be very different from those of the individual soldiers. But there is no need of illustrations. 20 In our inquiries into the nature and rise of rent, we traced the very thing to which I allude. Where population is sparse, land has no value; just as men congregate together, the value of land appears and rises a clearly distinguishable thing from the values produced by individual effort; a 25 value which springs from association, which increases as association grows greater, and disappears as association is broken up. And the same thing is true of power in other forms than those generally expressed in terms of wealth. Now, as society grows, the disposition to continue previous 30 social adjustments tends to lodge this collective power, as it arises, in the hands of a portion of the community; and this unequal distribution of the wealth and power gained as society advances tends to produce greater inequal- ity, since aggression grows by what it feeds on, and the idea 35 of justice is blurred by the habitual toleration of injustice. In this way the patriarchal organization of society can 216 HENRY GEORGE easily grow into hereditary monarchy, in which the king is as a god on earth, and the masses of the people mere slaves of his caprice. It is natural that the father should be the directing head of the family, and that at his death 5 the eldest son, as the oldest and most experienced member of the little community, should succeed to the headship. But to continue this arrangement as the family expands, is to lodge power in a particular line, and the power thus lodged necessarily continues to increase, as the common 10 stock becomes larger and larger, and the power of the com- munity grows. The head of the family passes into the hered- itary king, who comes to look upon himself and to be looked upon by others as a being of superior rights. With the growth of the collective power as compared with the power 15 of the individual, his power to reward and to punish increases, and so increase the inducements to flatter and to fear him; until finally, if the process be not disturbed, a nation grovels at the foot of a throne, and a hundred thousand men toil for fifty years to prepare a tomb for one of their own mortal 20 kind. So the war-chief of a little band of savages is but one of their number, whom they follow as their bravest and most wary. But when large bodies come to act together, personal selection becomes more difficult, a blinder obedience becomes 25 necessary and can be enforced, and from the very necessities of warfare when conducted on a large scale absolute power arises. And so of the specialization of function. There is a manifest gain in productive power when social growth has 30 gone so far that instead of every producer being summoned from his work for fighting purposes, a regular military force can be specialized; but this inevitably tends to the con- centration of power in the hands of the military class or their chiefs. The preservation of internal order, the 35 administration of justice, the construction and care of public works, and, notably, the observances of religion, all tend in similar manner to pass into the hands of special classes, THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 217 whose disposition it is to magnify their function and extend their power. But the great cause of inequality is in the natural monopoly which is given by the possession of land. The first per- ceptions of men seem always to be that land is common 5 property; but the rude devices by which this is at first recognized such as annual partitions or cultivation in common are consistent with only a low stage of develop- ment. The idea of property, which naturally arises with reference to things of human production, is easily transferred 10 to land, and an institution which when population is sparse merely secures to the improver and user the due reward of his labor, finally, as population becomes dense and rent arises, operates to strip the producer of his wages. Not merely this, but the appropriation of rent for public purposes, 15 which is the only way in which, with anything like a high development, land can be readily retained as common prop- erty, becomes, when political and religious power passes into the hands of a class, the ownership of the land by that class, and the rest of the community become merely tenants. 20 And wars and conquests, which tend to the concentration of political power and to the institution of slavery, naturally result, where social growth has given land a value, in the appropriation of the soil. A dominant class, who con- centrate power in their hands, will likewise soon concentrate 25 ownership of the land. To them will fall large partitions of conquered land, which the former inhabitants will till as tenants or serfs, and the public domain, or common lands, which in the natural course of social growth are left for a while in every country, and in which state the primitive 30 system of village culture leaves pasture and woodland, are readily acquired, as we see by modern instances. 'And inequality once established, the ownership of land tends to concentrate as development goes on. I am merely attempting to set forth the general fact 35 that as a social development goes on, inequality tends to establish itself, and not to point out the particular sequence, 218 HENRY GEORGE which must necessarily vary with different conditions. But this main fact makes intelligible all the phenomena of petrifaction and retrogression. The unequal distribution of the power and wealth gained by the integration of men in 5 society tends to check, and finally to counterbalance, the force by which improvements are made and society advances, On the one side, the masses of the community are compelled to expend their mental powers in merely maintaining existence. On the other side, mental power is expended in 10 keeping up and intensifying the system of inequality, in ostentation, luxury, and warfare. A community divided into a class that rules and a class that is ruled into the very rich and the very poor may " build like giants and finish like jewelers;" but it will be monuments of ruthless 15 pride and barren vanity, or of a religion turned from its office of elevating man into an instrument for keeping him down. Invention may for a while to some degree go on ; but it will be the invention of refinements in luxury, not the inventions that relieve toil and increase power. In the arcana of temples 20 or in the chambers of court physicians knowledge may still be sought; but it will be hidden as a secret thing, or if it dares come out to elevate common thought or brighten common life, it will be trodden down as a dangerous innova- tor. For as it tends to lessen the mental power devoted 25 to improvement, so does inequality tend to render men adverse to improvement. How strong is the disposition to adhere to old methods among the classes who are kept in ignorance by being compelled to toil for a mere existence, is too well known to require illustration, and on the other 30 hand the conservatism of the classes to whom the existing social adjustment gives special advantages is equally appar- ent. This tendency to resist innovation, even though it be improvement, is observable in every special organization in religion, in law, in medicine, in science, in trade guilds; and it 35 becomes intense just as the organization is close. A close corporation has always an instinctive dislike of innovation and innovators, which is but the expression of an instinctive THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 210 fear that change may tend to throw down the barriers which hedge it in from the common herd, and so rob it of importance and power; and it is always disposed to guard carefully its special knowledge or skill. It is in this way that petrifaction succeeds progress, s The advance of inequality necessarily brings improvement to a halt, and as it still persists or provokes unavailing reactions, draws even upon the mental power necessary for maintenance, and retrogression begins. These principles make intelligible the history of civiliza- 10 tion. In the localities w r here climate, soil, and physical con- formation tended least to separate men as they increased, and where, accordingly, the first civilizations grew up, the internal resistances to progress would naturally develop 15 in a more regular and thorough manner than where smaller communities, which in their separation had developed diversities, were afterward brought together into a closer association. It is this, it seems to me, which accounts for the general characteristics of the earlier civilizations as 20 compared with the later civilizations of Europe. Such homogeneous communities, developing from the first without the jar of conflict between different customs, laws, religions, etc., would show a much greater uniformity. The con- centrating and conservative forces would all, so to speak, 25 pull together. Rival chieftains would not counterbalance each other, nor diversities of belief hold the growth of priestly influence in check. Political and religious power, wealth and knowledge, would thus tend to concentrate in the same centres. The same causes which tended to produce 30 the hereditary king and hereditary priest would tend to produce the hereditary artisan and laborer, and to separate society into castes. The power which association sets 'free for progress would thus be wasted, and barriers to further progress be gradually raised. The surplus energies of the 35 masses would be devoted to the construction of temples, palaces, and pyramids; to ministering to the pride and 220 HENRY GEORGE pampering the luxury of their rulers; and should any dis- disposition to improvement arise among the classes of leisure it would at once be checked by the dread of innovation. Society developing in this way must at length stop in a 5 conservatism which permits no further progress. How long such a state of complete petrifaction, when once reached, will continue, seems to depend upon external causes, for the iron bonds of the social environment which grows up repress disintegrating forces as well as improve- loment. Such a community can be most easily conquered, for the masses of the people are trained to a passive acqui- escence in a life of hopeless labor. If the conquerors merely take the place of the ruling class, as the Hyksos did in Egypt and the Tartars in China, everything will go* on as before. 15 If they ravage and destroy, the glory of palace and temple remains but in ruins, population becomes sparse, and knowl- edge and art are lost. European civilization differs in character from civiliza- tions of the Egyptian type because it springs not from the 20 association of a homogeneous people developing from the beginning, or at least for a long time, under the same con- ditions, but from the association of peoples who in separa- tion had acquired distinctive social characteristics, and whose smaller organizations longer prevented the concentration 25 of power and wealth in one centre. The physical conforma- tion of the Grecian peninsula is such as to separate the peo- ple at first into a number of small communities. As those petty republics and nominal kingdoms ceased to waste their energies in warfare, and the peaceable co-operation of 30 commerce extended, the light of civilization blazed up. But the principle of association was never strong enough to save Greece from inter-tribal war, and when this was put an end to by conquest, the tendency to inequality, which had been combated with various devices by Grecian sages and states- 35 men, worked its result, and Grecian valor, art, and literature became things of the past. And so in the rise and exten- sion, the decline and fall, of Roman civilization, may be seen THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 221 / the working of these two principles of association and equality, from the combination of which springs progress. Springing from the association of the independent hus- bandmen and free citizens of Italy, and gaining fresh strength from conquests which brought hostile nations into common 5 relations, the Roman power hushed the world in peace. But the tendency to inequality, checking real progress from the first, increased as the Roman civilization extended. The Roman civilization did not petrify as did the homoge- neous civilizations where the strong bonds of custom andio superstition that held the people in subjection probably also protected them, or at any rate kept the peace between rulers and ruled; it rotted, declined and fell. Long before Goth or Vandal had broken through the cordon of the legions, even while her frontiers were advancing, Rome was 15 dead at the heart. Great estates had ruined Italy. In- equality had dried up the strength and destroyed the vigor of the Roman world. Government became despotism, which even assassination could not temper; patriotism became servility; vices the most foul flouted themselves in public; 20 literature sank to puerilities; learning was forgotten; fer- tile districts became waste without the ravages of war everywhere inequality produced decay, political, mental, moral, and material. The barbarism which overwhelmed Rome came not from without, but from within. It was the 25 necessary product of the system which had substituted slaves and colonii for the independent husbandmen of Italy, and carved the provinces into estates of senatorial families. Modern civilization owes its superiority to the growth 30 of equality with the growth of association. Two great causes contributed to this the splitting up of concentrated power into innumerable little centers by the influx of the Northern nations, and the influence of Christianity. With- out the first there would have been the petrifaction and slow 35 decay of the Eastern Empire, where church and state were closely married and loss of external power brought no relief 222 HENRY GEORGE of internal tyranny. And but for the other there would have been barbarism without principle of association or amelioration. The petty chiefs and allodial lords who everywhere grasped local sovereignty held each other in 5 check. Italian cities recovered their ancient liberty, free towns were founded, village communities took root, and serfs acquired rights in the soil they tilled. The leaven of Teutonic ideas of equality worked through the disorganized and disjointed fabric of society. And although society was 10 split up into an innumerable number of separated fragments, yet the idea of closer association was always present it existed in the recollections of a universal empire; it existed in the claims of a universal church. Though Christianity became distorted and alloyed in 15 percolating through a rotting civilization; though pagan gods were taken into her pantheon, and pagan forms into her ritual, and pagan ideas into her creed; yet her essential idea of the equality of men was never wholly destroyed. And two things happened of the utmost moment to incipient 20 civilization the establishment of the papacy and the celibacy of the clergy. The first prevented the spiritual power from concentrating in the same lines as the temporal power; and the latter prevented the establishment of a priestly caste, during a time when all power tended to 25 hereditary form. In her efforts for the abolition of slavery; in her Truce of God; in her monastic orders; in her councils which united nations, and her edicts which ran without regard to political boundaries; in the low-born hands in which 30 she placed a sign before which the proudest knelt; in her bishops who by consecration became the peers of the greatest nobles; in her " Servant of Servants," for so his official title ran, who, by virtue of the ring of a simple fisherman, claimed the right to arbitrate between nations, and whose stirrup 35 was held by kings; the Church, in spite of everything, was yet a promoter of association, a witness for the natural equality of men; and by the Church herself was nurtured THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 223 a spirit that, when her early work of association and emancipa- tion was well-nigh done when the ties she had knit had become strong, and the learning she had preserved had been given to the world broke the chains with which she would have fettered the human mind, and in a great part of Europe 5 rent her organization. The rise and growth of European civilization is too vast and complex a subject to be thrown into proper perspective and relation in a few paragraphs; but in all its details, as in its main features, it illustrates the truth that progress 10 goes on just as society tends toward closer association and greater equality. Civilization is co-operation. Union and liberty are its factors. The great extension of association not alone in the growth of larger and denser communities, but in the increase of commerce and the manifold exchanges 15 which knit each community together and link them with other though widely separated communities; the growth of international and municipal law; the advances in security of property and of person, in individual liberty, and towards democratic government advances, in short, towards the 20 recognition of the equal rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness it is these that make our modern civilization so much greater, so much higher, than any that has gone before. It is these that have set free the mental power which has rolled back the veil of ignorance which 25 hid all but a small portion of the globe from men's knowl- edge; which has measured the orbits of the circling spheres and bids us see moving, pulsing life in a drop of water; which has opened to us the antechamber of nature's mys- teries and read the secrets of a long-buried past; which has 30 harnessed in our service physical forces beside which man's efforts are puny; and increased productive power by a thou- sand great inventions. In that spirit of fatalism to which I have alluded as pervading current literature, it is the fashion to speak 35 even of war and slavery as means of human progress. But war, which is the opposite of association, can aid progress 224 HENRY GEORGE only when it prevents further war or breaks down anti- social barriers which are themselves passive war. As for slavery, I cannot see how it could ever have aided in establishing freedom, and freedom, the synonym of equality 5 is, from the very rudest state in which man can be imagined, the stimulus and condition of progress. Auguste Comte's idea that the institution of slavery destroyed cannibalism is as fanciful as Elia 's humorous notion of the way mankind acquired a taste for roast pig. It assumes that a propensity 10 that has never been found developed in man save as the result of the most unnatural conditions the direst want or the most brutalizing superstitions 1 is an original impulse, and that he, even in his lowest state the highest of all animals, has natural appetites which the nobler brutes do not show. 15 And so of the idea that slavery began civilization by giving slave owners leisure for improvement. Slavery never did and never could aid improvement. Whether the community consist of a single master and a single slave, or of thousands of masters and millions of 20 slaves, slavery necessarily involves a waste of human power; for not only is slave labor less productive than free labor, but the power of masters is likewise wasted in holding and watching their slaves, and is called away from directions in which real improvement lies. From first to last, slavery, 25 like every other denial of the natural equality of men, has hampered and prevented progress. Just in proportion as slavery plays an important part in the social organization does improvement cease. That in the classical world slavery was so universal, is undoubtedly the reason why the mental 30 activity which so polished literature and refined art never hit on any of the great discoveries and inventions which distinguish modern civilization. No slave-holding people 1 The Sandwich Islanders did honor to their good chiefs by eating their bodies. Their bad and tyrannical chiefs they would not touch. The New Zealanders had a notion that by eating their enemies they acquired their strength and valor. And this seems to be the general origin of eating prisoners of war. Author's note. THE LAW OF HUMAN PROGRESS 225 ever were an inventive people. In a slave-holding community the upper classes may become luxurious and polished; but never inventive. Whatever degrades the laborer and robs him of the fruits of his toil stifles the spirit of invention and forbids the utilization of inventions and discoveries even 5 when made. To freedom alone is given the spell of power which summons the genii in whose keeping are the treasures of earth and the viewless forces of the air. The law of human progress, what is it but the moral law? Just as social adjustments promote justice, just asio they acknowledge the equality of right between man and man, just as they insure to each the perfect liberty which is bounded only by the equal liberty of every other, must civilization advance. Just as they fail in this, must advanc- ing civilization come to a halt and recede. Political 15 economy and social science cannot teach any lessons that are not embraced in the simple truths that were taught to poor fishermen and Jewish peasants by One who eighteen hundred years ago was crucified the simple truths which, beneath the warpings of selfishness and the distortions of 20 superstition, seem to underlie every religion that has ever striven to formulate the spiritual yearnings of man. THE MORALS OF TRADE l HERBERT SPENCER ON all sides we have found the result of long personal experience, to be the conviction that trade is essentially corrupt. In tones of disgust or discouragement, reprehen- sion or derision, according to their several natures, men in 5 business have one after another expressed or implied this belief. Omitting the highest mercantile classes, a few of the less common trades, and those exceptional cases where an entire command of the market has been obtained, the uniform testimony of competent judges is, that success 10 is incompatible with strict integrity. To live in the com- mercial world it appears necessary to adopt its ethical code: neither exceeding nor falling short of it neither being less honest nor more honest. Those who sink below its standard are expelled; while those who rise above it are either pulled 15 down to it or ruined. As, in self-defence, the civilised man becomes savage among savages; so, it seems that in self- defence, the scrupulous trader is obliged to become as little scrupulous as his competitors. It has been said that the law of the animal creation is " Eat and be eaten; " and 20 of our trading community it may be similarly said that its law is Cheat and be cheated. A system of keen competi- tion, carried on, as it is, without adequate moral restraint, is very much a system of commercial cannibalism. Its alternatives are Use the same weapons as your antago- 25 nists, or be conquered and devoured. Of questions suggested by these facts, one of the most obvious is Are not the prejudices that have ever been enter- tained against trade and traders, thus fully justified? do 1 From " Essays: Moral, Political and Aesthetic," 1864. 226 THE MORALS OF TRADE 227 not these meannesses and dishonesties, and the moral deg- radation they imply, warrant the disrespect shown to men in business? A prompt affirmative answer will probably be looked for; but we very much doubt whether it should be given. We are rather of opinion that these delinquencies 5 are products of the average English character placed under special conditions. There is no good reason for assuming that the trading classes are intrinsically worse than other classes. Men taken at random from higher and lower ranks, would, most likely, if similarly circumstanced, doio much the same. Indeed the mercantile world might readily recriminate. Is it a solicitor who comments on their mis- doings? They may quickly silence him by referring to the countless dark stains on the reputation of his fraternity. Is it a barrister? His frequent practice of putting in pleas 15 which he knows are not valid; and his established habit of taking fees for work that he does not perform; make his criticism somewhat suicidal. Does the condemnation come through the press? The condemned may remind those who write, of the fact that it is not quite honest to utter 20 a positive verdict on a book merely glanced through, or to pen glowing eulogies on the mediocre work of a friend while slighting the good one of an enemy; and may further ask whether those who, at the dictation of an employer, write what they disbelieve, are not guilty of the serious 25 offence of adulterating public opinion. Moreover, traders might contend that many of their delinquencies are thrust on them by the injustice of their customers. They, and especially drapers, might point to the fact that the habitual demand for an abatement of price, 30 is made in utter disregard of their reasonable profits; and that to protect themselves against attempts to gain by v their loss, they are obliged to name prices greater than those they intend to take. They might also urge that the strait to which they are often brought by the non-payment of accounts 35 due from their wealthier customers, is itself a cause of their malpractices: obliging them, as it does, to use all means, 228 HERBERT SPENCER illegitimate as well as legitimate, for getting the wherewith to meet their engagements. In proof of the wrongs inflicted on them by the non-trading classes, they might instance the well-known cases of large shopkeepers in the West-end, 5 who have been either ruined by the unpunctuality of their customers, or have been obliged periodically to stop pay- ment, as the only way of getting their bills settled. And then, after proving that those without excuse show this disregard of other men's claims, traders might ask whether 10 they, who have the excuse of having to contend with a merci- less competition, are alone to be blamed if they display a like disregard in other forms. Nay, even to the guardians of social rectitude members of the legislature they might use the tu quoque argument: 15 asking whether bribery of a customer's servant, is any worse than bribery of an elector? or whether the gaining of suf- frages by claptrap hustings-speeches, containing insincere professions adapted to the taste of the constituency, is not as bad as getting an order for goods by delusive representa- 2otions respecting their quality? No; it seems probable that close inquiry would show few if any classes to be free from immoralities that are as great, relatively to the tempta- tions, as those which we have been exposing. Of course they will not be so petty or so gross where the circumstances do 25 not prompt pettiness or grossness; nor so constant and organised where the class-conditions have not tended to make them habitual. But, taken with these qualifica- tions, we think that much might be said for the proposi- tion that the trading classes, neither better nor worse intrin- 3osically than other classes, are betrayed into their flagitious habits by external causes. Another question, here naturally arising, is " Are not these evils growing worse?" Many of the facts we have cited seem to imply that they are. And yet there are many 35 other facts which point as distinctly the other way. In weighing the evidence, we must bear in mind, that the much greater public attention at present paid to such matters, THE MORALS OF TRADE 229 is itself a source of error is apt to generate the belief that evils now becoming recognised, are evils that have recently arisen; when in truth they have merely been hitherto dis- regarded, or less regarded. It has been clearly thus with crime, with distress, with popular ignorance; and it is very 5 probably thus with trading-dishonesties. As it is true of individual beings, that their height in the scale of creation may be measured by the degree of their self-consciousness; so, in a sense, it is true of societies. Advanced and highly- organised societies are distinguished from lower ones by the 10 evolution of something that stands for a social self-con- sciousness a consciousness in each citizen, of the state of the aggregate of citizens. Among ourselves there has, happily, been of late years a remarkable growth of this social self-consciousness; and we believe that to this is 15 chiefly ascribable the impression that commercial mal- practices are increasing. Such facts as have come down to us respecting the trade of past times, confirm this view. In his " Complete English Tradesman," Defoe mentions, among other manoeuvres 20 of retailers, the false lights which they introduced into their shops, for the purpose of giving delusive appearances to their goods. He comments on the " shop rhetorick," the " flux of falsehoods," which tradesmen habitually uttered to their customers; and quotes their defence as 25 being that they could not live without lying. He says, too, that there was scarce a shopkeeper who had not a bag of spurious or debased coin, from which he gave change whenever he could; and that men, even the most honest, triumphed in their skill in getting rid of bad money. These 30 facts show that the mercantile morals of that day were, at any rate, not better than ours; and if we call to mind the numerous Acts of Parliament passed in old times to prevent frauds of all kinds, we perceive the like implication. As much may, indeed, be safely inferred from the genera^ state of society. When, reign after reign, governments debased the coinage, 230 HERBERT SPENCER the moral tone of the middle classes could scarcely have been higher than now. Among generations whose sympathy with the claims of fellow-creatures was so weak, that the slave-trade was not only thought justifiable, but the ini- 5 tiator of it was rewarded by permission to record the feat in his coat of arms, it is hardly possible that men respected the claims of their fellow-citizens more than at present. Times characterized by an administration of justice so inefficient that there were in London nests of criminals 10 who defied the law, and on all high roads robbers who eluded it, cannot have been distinguished by just mercantile deal- ings. While, conversely, an age which, like ours, has seen so many equitable social changes thrust on the legislature by public opinion, is very unlikely to be an age in which the 15 transactions between individuals have been growing more inequitable. Yet, on the other hand, it is undeniable that many of the dishonesties we have described are of modern origin. Not a few of them have become established during the last thirty years; and others are even now arising. 20 How are the seeming contradictions to be reconciled? We believe the reconciliation is not difficult. It lies in the fact that while the great and direct frauds have been diminishing, the small and indirect frauds have been increas- ing: alike in variety and in number. And this admission 25 we take to be quite consistent with the opinion that the standard of commercial morals is higher than it was. For, if we omit, as excluded from the question, the penal restraints religious and legal and ask what is the ultimate moral restraint to the aggression of man on man, we find it 30 to be sympathy with the pain inflicted. Now the keen- ness of the sympathy, depending on the vividness with which this pain is realised, varies with the conditions of the case. It may be active enough to check misdeeds which will cause great suffering; and yet not be active enough to 35 check misdeeds which will cause but slight annoyance. While sufficiently acute to prevent a man from doing that which will entail immediate injury on a given person, it THE MORALS OF TRADE 231 may not be sufficiently acute to prevent him from doing that which will entail remote injuries on unknown persons. And we find the facts to agree with this deduction, that the moral restraint varies according to the clearness with which the evil consequences are conceived. Many a one who s would shrink from picking a pocket does not scruple to adulterate his goods; and he who never dreams of passing base coin, will yet be a party to joint-stock-bank decep- tions. Hence, as we say, the multiplication of the more subtle and complex forms of fraud, is consistent with a gen- 10 eral progress in morality; provided it is accompanied with a decrease in the grosser forms of fraud. But the question which most concerns us is, not whether the morals of trade are better or worse than they have been, but rather why are they so bad? Why in this civilised 15 state of ours, is there so much that betrays the cunning selfishness of the savage? Why, after the careful inculca- tions of rectitude during education, comes there in after- life all this knavery? Why, in spite of all the exhorta- tions to which the commercial classes listen every Sunday, 20 do they next morning recommence their evil deeds? What is this so potent agency which almost neutralises the dis- cipline of education, of law, of religion? Various subsidiary causes that might be assigned, must be passed over, that we may have space to deal with the 25 chief cause. In an exhaustive statement, something would have to be said on the credulity of consumers, which leads them to believe in representations of impossible advantages; and something, too, on their greediness, which, ever prompt- ing them to look for more than they ought to get, encourages 30 the sellers to offer delusive bargains. The increased difficulty of living consequent on growing pressure of population, might perhaps come in as a part cause; and that greater cost of bringing up a family, which results from the higher standard of education, might be added. But all these 35 are relatively insignificant. The great inciter of these trading malpractices is, intense desire for wealth. And 232 HERBERT SPENCER if we ask Why this intense desire? the reply is It results from the indiscriminate respect paid to wealth. To be distinguished from the common herd to be some- body to make a name, a position this is the universal 5 ambition; and to accumulate riches, is alike the surest and the easiest way of fulfilling this ambition. Very early in life all learn this. At school, the court paid to one whose parents have called in their carriage to see him, is con- spicuous; while the poor boy, whose insufficient stock of 10 clothes implies the small means of his family, soon has burnt into his memory the fact that poverty is contemptible. On entering the world, the lessons that may have been taught about the nobility of self-sacrifice, the reverence due to genius, the admirableness of high integrity, are quickly 15 neutralised by experience: men's actions proving that these are not their standards of respect. It is soon perceived that while abundant outward marks of deference from fellow-citizens, may almost certainly be gained by direct- ing every energy to the accumulation of property, they are 20 but rarely to be gained in any other way; and that even in the few cases where they are otherwise gained, they are not given with entire unreserve; but are commonly joined with a more or less manifest display of patronage. When, seeing this, the young man further sees that while 25 the acquisition of property is quite possible with his mediocre endowments, the acquirement of distinction by brilliant discoveries, or heroic acts, or high achievements in art, implies faculties and feelings which he does not possess; it is not difficult to understand why he devotes himself 30 heart and soul to business. We do not mean to say that men act on the consciously reasoned-out conclusions thus indicated; but we mean that these conclusions are the unconsciously-formed products of their daily experience. From early childhood, the say- 35 ings and doings of all around them have generated the idea that wealth and respectability are two sides of the same thing. This idea, growing with their growth, and strength- THE MORALS OF TRADE 233 ening with their strength, becomes at last almost what we may call an organic conviction. And this organic convic- tion it is, which prompts the expenditure of all their energies in money-making. We contend that the chief stimulus is not the desire for the wealth itself; but for the applause 5 and position which the wealth brings. And in this belief, we find ourselves at one with various intelligent traders with whom we have talked on the matter. It is incredible that men should make the sacrifices, mental and bodily, which they do, merely to get the material 10 benefits which money purchases. Who would undertake an extra burden of business for the purpose of getting a cellar of choice wines for his own drinking? He who does it, does it that he may have choice wines to give his guests and gain their praises. What merchant would spend an 15 additional hour at his office daily, merely that he might move into a larger house in a better quarter? In so far as health and comfort are concerned, he knows he will be a loser by the exchange; and would never be induced to make it, were it not for the increased social consideration which 20 the new house will bring him. Where is the man who would lie awake at nights devising means of increasing his income in the hope of being able to provide his wife with a carriage, were the use of the carriage the sole consideration? It is because of the eclat which the carnage will give, that he 25 enters on these additional anxieties. So manifest, so trite, indeed, are these truths, that we should be ashamed of insisting on them, did not our argument require it. For if the desire for that homage which wealth brings, is the chief stimulus to these strivings after wealth, then is 30 the giving of this homage (when given, as it is, with but little discrimination) the chief cause of the dishonesties into, which these strivings betray mercantile men. When the shopkeeper, on the strength of a prosperous yea,r and favourable prospects, has yielded to his wife's persuasions, 35 and replaced the old furniture with new, at an outlay greater than his income covers when, instead of the hoped-for 234 HERBERT SPENCER increase, the next year brings a decrease in his returns when he finds that his expenses are out-running his revenue; then does he fall under the strongest temptation to adopt some newly-introduced adulteration or other malpractice. 5 When, having by display gained a certain recognition, the wholesale trader begins to give dinners appropriate only to those of ten times his income, with expensive other enter- tainments to match when, having for a time carried on this style at a cost greater than he can afford, he finds that he 10 cannot discontinue it without giving up his position: then is he most strongly prompted to enter into larger transac- tions; to trade beyond his means; to seek undue credit; to get into that ever-complicating series of misdeeds, which ends in disgraceful bankruptcy. And if these are the facts 1 5 the undeniable facts then is it an unavoidable conclusion that the blind admiration which society gives to mere wealth, and the display of wealth, is the chief source of these mul- titudinous immoralities. Yes, the evil is deeper than appears draws its nutriment 20 from far below the surface. This gigantic system of dis- honesty, branching out into every conceivable form of fraud, has roots that run underneath our whole social fabric, and, sending fibres into every house, suck up strength from our daily sayings and doings. In every dining-room a rootlet 25 finds food, when the conversation turns on So-and-so's successful speculations, his purchase of an estate, his probable worth on this man's recent large legacy, and the other's advantageous match; for being thus talked about is one fo;m of that tacit respect which men struggle for. Every 30 drawing-room furnishes nourishment, in the admiration awarded to costliness to silks that are " rich," that is, expensive; to dresses that contain an enormous quantity of material, that is, are expensive; to laces that are hand- made, that is, expensive; to diamonds that are rare, that is, 35 expensive; to china that is old, that is, expensive. And from scores of small remarks and minutiae of behaviour, which, in all circles, hourly imply how completely the idea THE MORALS OF TRADE 235 of respectability involves that of costly externals, there is drawn fresh pabulum. We are all implicated. We all, whether with self-appro- bation or not, give expression to the established feeling. Even he who disapproves this feeling, finds himself unable S to treat virtue in threadbare apparel with a cordiality as great as that which he would show to the same virtue endowed with prosperity. Scarcely a man is to be found who would not behave with more civility to a knave in broadcloth than to a knave in fustian. Though for theio deference which they have shown to the vulgar rich, or the dishonestly successful, men afterwards compound with their consciences by privately venting their contempt; yet when they again come face to face with these imposing externals covering worthlessness, they do as before. And so long as 15 imposing worthlessness gets the visible marks of respect, while the disrespect felt for it is hidden, it naturally flourishes. Hence, then, is it that men persevere in these evil practices which all condemn. They can so purchase a homage, which if not genuine, is yet, so far as appearances go, as 20 good as the best. To one whose wealth has been gained by a life of frauds, what matters it that his name is in all circles a synonym of roguery? Has he not been conspicuously honoured by being twice elected mayor of his town? (we state a fact) and does not this, joined to the personal con- 25 sideration shown him, outweigh in his estimation all that is said against him: of which he hears scarcely anything? When, not many years after the exposure of his inequitable dealing, a trader attains to the highest civic distinction which the kingdom has to offer; and that, too, through the 30 instrumentality of those who best know his delinquency; is not the fact an encouragement to him, and to all others, to sacrifice rectitude to aggrandisement? If, after listening to a sermon that has by implication denounced the dis- honesties he has been guilty of, the rich ill-doer finds, on 35 leaving church, that his neighbours cap to him; does not this tacit approval go far to neutralise the effect of all he 236 HERBERT SPENCER has heard? The truth is, that with the great majority of men, the visible expression of social opinion is far the most efficient of incentives and restraints. Let any one who wishes to estimate the strength of this control, propose to 5 himself to walk through the streets in the dress of a dustman, or hawk vegetables from door to door. Let him feel, as he probably will, that he had rather do something morally wrong than commit such a breach of usage, and suffer the resulting derision. And he will then better estimate how 10 powerful a curb to men is the open disapproval of their fellows; and how, conversely, the outward applause of their fellows is a stimulus surpassing all others in intensity. Fully realising which facts, he will see that the immoralities of trade are in great part traceable to an immoral public 15 opinion. Let none infer, from what has been said, that the payment of respect to wealth rightly acquired and rightly used, is deprecated. In its original meaning, and in due degree, the feeling which prompts such respect is good. Primarily, 20 wealth is the sign of mental power; and this is always respect- able. To have honestly-acquired property, implies intel- ligence, energy, self-control; and these are worthy of the homage that is indirectly paid to them by admiring their results. Moreover, the good administration and increase 25 of inherited property, also requires its virtues; and therefore demands its share of approbation. And besides being applauded for their display of faculty, men who gain and increase wealth are to be applauded as public benefactors. For he who as manufacturer or merchant, has, without 30 injustice to others, realised a fortune, is thereby proved to have discharged his functions better than those who have been less successful. By greater skill, better judgment, or more economy than his competitors, he has afforded the public greater advantages. His extra profits are but a 35 share of the extra produce obtained by the same expenditure: the other share going to the consumers. And similarly, the landowner who, by judicious outlay, has increased the value THE MORALS OF TRADE 237 (that is, the productiveness) of his estate, has thereby added to the stock of national capital. By all means, then, let the right acquisition and proper use of wealth, have their due share of admiration. But that which we condemn as the chief cause of com- 5 mercial dishonesty, is the indiscriminate admiration of wealth an admiration that has little or no reference to the char- acter of the possessor. When, as very generally happens, the external signs are reverenced, where they signify no internal worthiness nay, even where they cover internal 10 unworthiness; then does the feeling become vicious. It is this idolatry which worships the symbol apart from the thing symbolised, that is the root of all these evils we have been exposing. So long as men pay homage to those social benefactors who have grown rich honestly, they give a 15 wholesome stimulus to industry; but when they accord a share of their homage to those social malefactors who have grown rich dishonestly, then do they foster corruption then do they become accomplices in all these frauds of commerce. 20 ,\ As for remedy, it manifestly follows that there is none save a purified public opinion. When that abhorrence which society now shows to direct theft, is shown to theft of all degrees of indirectness, then will these mercantile vices disappear. When not only the trader who adulterates 25 or gives short measure, but also the merchant who over- trades, the bank-director who countenances an exaggerated report, and the railway-director who repudiates his guarantee, come to be regarded as of the same genus as the pickpocket, and are treated with like disdain; then will the morals of 30 trade become what they should be. We have little hope, however, that any such higher tone of public opinion will shortly be reached. The present condition of things appears to be, in great measure, a neces- sary accompaniment of our present phase of progress. 35 Throughout the civilised world, especially in England, and above all in America, social activity is almost wholly expended 238 HERBERT SPENCER in material development. To subjugate Nature, and bring the powers of production and distribution to their highest perfection, is the task of our age; and probably of many future ages. And as in times when national defence and 5 conquest were the chief desiderata, military achievement was honoured above all other things; so now, when the chief desideratum is industrial growth, honour is most conspicuously given to that which generally indicates the aiding of industrial growth. The English nation at present 10 displays what we may call the commercial diathesis; and the undue admiration for wealth appears to be its con- comitant a relation still more conspicuous in the worship of " the almighty dollar " by the Americans. And while the commercial diathesis, with its accompanying standard 15 of distinction, continues, we fear the evils we have been delineating can be but partially cured. It seems hopeless to expect that men will distinguish between that wealth which represents personal superiority and benefits done to society, from that which does not. The symbols, the exter- 2onals, have all the world through swayed the masses; and must long continue to do so. Even the cultivated, w r ho are on their guard against the bias of associated ideas, and try to separate the real from the seeming, cannot escape the influence of current opinion. We must, therefore, 25 content ourselves with looking for a slow amelioration. Something, however, may even now be done by vigorous protest against adoration of mere success. And it is impor- tant that it should be done, considering how this vicious sentiment is being fostered. When we have one of our 30 leading moralists preaching, with increasing vehemence, the doctrine of sanctification by force when we are told that while a selfishness troubled with qualms of conscience is contemptible, a selfishness intense enough to trample down every thing in the unscrupulous pursuit of its ends, is worthy ;,5of all admiration when we find that if it be sufficiently great, power, no matter of what kind or how directed, is held up for our reverence; we may fear lest the prevalent THE MORALS OF TRADE 239 applause of mere success, together with the commercial vices which it stimulates, should be increased rather than diminished. Not at all by this hero-worship grown into brute- worship, is society to be made better; but by exactly the opposite by a stern criticism of the means through 5 which success has been achieved; and by according honour to the higher and less selfish modes of activity. And happily the signs of this more moral public opinion are already showing themselves. It is becoming a tacitly- received doctrine that the rich should not, as in by-gone 10 times, spend their lives in personal gratification; but should devote them to the general welfare. Year by year is the improvement of the people occupying a larger share of the attention of the upper classes. Year by year are they voluntarily devoting more and more energy to furthering 15 the material and mental progress of the masses. And those among them who do not join in the discharge of these high functions, are beginning to be looked upon with more or less contempt by their own order. This latest and most hope- ful fact in human history this new and better chivalry 20 promises to evolve a higher standard of honour; and so to ameliorate many evils: among others those which we have detailed. When wealth obtained by illegitimate means inevitably brings nothing but disgrace when to wealth rightly acquired is accorded only its due share of homage, 25 while the greatest homage is given to those who consecrate their energies and their means to the noblest ends; then may we be sure that along with other accompanying bene- fits, the morals of trade will be greatly purified. ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 1 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY IN order to make the title of this discourse generally intel- ligible, I have translated the term " Protoplasm," which is the scientific name of the substance of which I am about to speak, by the words " the physical basis of life." I 5 suppose that, to many, the idea that there is such a thing as a physical basis, or matter, of life may be novel so widely spread is the conception of life as a something which works through matter, but is independent of it; and even those who are aware that matter and life are inseparably 10 connected, may not be prepared for the conclusion plainly suggested by the phrase, " the physical basis or matter of life," that there is some one kind of matter which is common to all living beings, and that their endless diversities are bound together by a physical, as well as an ideal, unity. 15 In fact, when first apprehended, such a doctrine as this appears almost shocking to common sense. What, truly, can seem to be more obviously different from one another, in faculty, in form, and in substance, than the various kinds of living beings? What community 20 of faculty can there be between the brightly-coloured lichen, which so nearly resembles a mere mineral incrustation of the bare rock on which it grows, and the painter, to whom it is instinct with beauty, or the botanist, whom it feeds with knowledge? 1 The substance of this paper was contained in an address which was delivered in Edinburgh in 1868. The paper was published in " Lay Sermons," 1870. 240 OX THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 241 Again, think of the microscopic fungus a mere infinitesi- mal ovoid particle, which finds space and duration enough to multiply into countless millions in the body of a living fly; and then of the wealth of foliage, the luxuriance of flower and fruit, which lies between this bald sketch of a 5 plant and the giant pine of California, towering to the dimensions of a cathedral spire, or the Indian fig, which covers acres with its profound shadow, and endures while nations and empires come and go around its vast circumfer- ence. Or, turning to the other half of the world of life, 10 picture to yourselves the great Finner whale, hugest of beasts that live, or have lived, disporting his eighty or ninety feet of bone, muscle, and blubber, with easy roll, among waves in which the stoutest ship that ever left dockyard would flounder hopelessly; and contrast him with the invis- 15 ible animalcules mere gelatinous specks, multitudes of which could, in fact, dance upon the point of a needle with the same ease as the angels of the Schoolmen could, in imagination. With these images before your minds, you may well ask, what community of form, or structure, is 20 there between the animalcule and the whale; or between the fungus and the fig-tree? And, a fortiori, 1 between all four? Finally, if we regard substance, or material composition, what hidden bond can connect the flower which a girl wears in her hair and the blood which courses through her youthful 25 veins; or, what is there in common between the dense and resisting mass of the oak, or the strong fabric of the tor- toise, and those broad disks of glassy jelly which may be seen pulsating through the waters of a calm sea, but which drain away to mere films in the hand which raises them 30 out of their element? Such objections as these must, I think, arise in the mind of every one who ponders, for the first time, upon the con- ception of a single physical basis of life underlying all the diversities of vital existence; but I propose to demonstrate 35 to you that, notwithstanding these apparent difficulties, a 1 a forliori: with stronger reason. 242 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY threefold unity namely, a unity of power or faculty, a unity of form, and a unity of substantial composition does pervade the whole living world. No very abstruse argumentation is needed, in the first 5 place, to prove that the powers, or faculties, of all kinds of living matter, diverse as they may be in degree, are substan- tially similar in kind. Goethe has condensed a survey of all powers of mankind into the well-known epigram: 10 " Warum treibt sich das Volk so und schreit? Es will sich ernahren, Kinder zeugen, und die nahren so gut es vermag. * * * * * * Weiter bringt es kein Mensch, stelF er sich wie er auch will." L In physiological language this means, that all the multi- farious and complicated activities of man are comprehen- 15 sible under three categories. Either they are immediately directed towards the maintenance and development of the body, or they effect transitory changes in the relative posi- tions of parts of the body, or they tend towards the contin- uance of the species. Even those manifestions of intellect, 20 of feeling, and of will, which we rightly name the higher faculties, are not excluded from this classification, inas^ much as to every one but the subject of them, they are known only as transitory changes in the relative positions of parts of the body. Speech, gesture, and every other form of 25 human action are, in the long run, resolvable into muscular contraction, and muscular contraction is but a transitory change in the relative positions of the parts of a muscle. But the scheme which is large enough to embrace the activi- ties of the highest form of life, covers all those of the lower 30 creatures. The lowest plant, or animalcule, feeds, grows, and reproduces its kind. In addition, all animals manifest 1 Why does the populace rush so and make clamor? It wishes to eat, bring forth children, and feed these as well as it may. . . . Xo man can do better, strive how he will. ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 243 those transitory changes of form which we class under irritability and contractility; and it is morel than probable that when the vegetable world is thoroughly explored, we shall find all plants in possession of the same powers, at one time or other of their existence. 5 I am not now alluding to such phenomena, at once rare and conspicuous, as those exhibited by the leaflets of the sensitive plants, or the stamens of the barberry, but to much more widely spread, and at the same time, more subtle and hidden, manifestions of vegetable contractility. You are 10 doubtless aware that the common nettle owes its stinging property to the innumerable stiff and needle-like, though exquisitely delicate, hairs which cover its surface. Each stinging-needle tapers from a broad base to a slender sum- mit, which, though rounded at the end, is of such micro- 15 scopic fineness that it readily penetrates, and breaks off in, the skin. The whole hair consists of a very delicate outer case of wood, closely applied to the inner surface of which is a layer of semi-fluid matter, full of innumerable granules of extreme minuteness. This semi-fluid lining is protoplasm, 20 which thus constitutes a kind of bag, full of a limpid liquid, and roughly corresponding in form with the interior of the hair which it fills. When viewed with a sufficiently high magnifying power, the protoplasmic layer of the nettle hair is seen to be in a condition of unceasing activity. Local 25 contractions of the whole thickness of its substance pass slowly and gradually from point to point, and give rise to the appearance of progressive waves, just as the bending of successive stalks of corn by a breeze produces the apparent billows of a corn-field. 30 But, in addition to these movements, and independently of them, the granules are driven, in relatively rapid streams, through channels in the protoplasm which seem to have a considerable amount of persistence. Most commonly,, the currents in adjacent parts of the protoplasm take similar 35 directions; and, thus, there is a general stream up one side of the hair and down the other. But this does not prevent 244 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY the existence of partial currents which take different routes; and sometimes trains of granules may be seen coursing swiftly in opposite directions within a twenty-thousandth of an inch of one another; while, occasionally, opposite 5 streams come into direct collision, and, after a longer or shorter struggle, one predominates. The cause of these currents seems to lie in contractions of the protoplasm which bounds the channels in which they flow, but which are so minute that the best microscopes show only their effects, 10 and not themselves. The spectacle afforded by the wonderful energies prisoned within the compass of the microscopic hair of a plant, which we commonly regard as a merely passive organism, is not easily forgotten by one who has watched its display, con- 15 tinued hour after hour, without pause or sign of weakening. The possible complexity of many other organic forms, seem- ingly as simple as the protoplasm of the nettle, dawns upon one; and the comparison of such a protoplasm to a body with an internal circulation, which has been put forward 20 by an eminent physiologist, loses much of its startling character. Currents similar to those of the hairs of the nettle have been observed in a great multitude of very different plants, and weighty authorities have suggested that they probably occur, in more or less perfection, in all young vege- 25 table cells. If such be the case, the wonderful noonday silence of a tropical forest is, after all, due only to the dull- ness of our hearing; and could our ears catch the murmur of these tiny Maelstroms, as they whirl in the innumerable myriads of living cells which constitute each tree, we should 30 be stunned, as with the roar of a great city. Among the lower plants, it is the rule rather than the exception, that contractility should be still more openly manifested at some periods of their existence. The pro- toplasm of AlgcB and Fungi becomes, under many circum- 35 stances, partially, or completely, freed from its woody case, and exhibits movements of its whole mass, or is propelled by the contractility of one, or more, hair-like prolongations ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 245 of its body, which are called vibratile cilia. And, so far as the conditions of the manifestation of the phenomena of contractility have yet been studied, they are the same for the plant as for the animal. Heat and electric shocks influence both, and in the same way, though it may be in 5 different degrees. It is by no means my intention to suggest that theie is no difference in faculty between the lowest plant and the highest, or between plants and animals. But the difference between the powers of the lowest plant, or animal, and those of the highest, is one of degree, notio of kind, and depends, as Milne-Edwards long ago so well pointed out, upon the extent to which the principle of the division of labour is carried out in the living economy. In the lowest organism all parts are competent to perform all functions, and one and the same portion of protoplasm 15 may successfully take on the function of feeding, moving, or reproducing apparatus. In the highest, on the contrary, a great number of parts combine to perform each function, each part doing its allotted share of the work with great accuracy and efficiency, but being useless for any other 20 purpose. On the other hand, notwithstanding all the fundamental resemblances which exist between the powers of the proto- plasm in plants and in animals, they present a striking difference (to which I shall advert more at length presently), 25 in the fact that plants can manufacture fresh protoplasm out of mineral compounds, whereas animals are obliged to procure it ready made, and hence, in the long run, depend upon plants. Upon what condition this difference in the powers of the two great divisions of the world of life depends, 30 nothing is at present known. With such qualifications as arise out of the last-mentioned fact, it may be truly said that the acts of all living things are fundamentally one. Is any such unity predicable of their forms? Let us seek in easily verified facts for a reply to 35 this question. If a drop of blood be drawn by pricking one's finger, and viewed with proper precautions, and under a 246 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY sufficiently high microscopic power, there will be seen, among the innumerable multitude of little, circular, dis- coidal bodies, or corpuscles, which float in it and give it its colour, a comparatively small number of colourless corpus- 5 cles, of somewhat larger size and very irregular shape. If the drop of blood be kept at the temperature of the body, *these colourless corpuscles will be seen to exhibit a marvel- lous activity, changing their forms with great rapidity, drawing in and thrusting out prolongations of their sub- 10 stance, and creeping about as if they were independent organisms. The substance which is thus active is a mass of proto- plasm, and its activity differs in detail, rather than in prin- ciple, from that of the protoplasm of the nettle. Under 15 sundry circumstances the corpuscle dies and becomes dis- tended into a round mass, in the midst of which is seen a smaller spherical body, which existed, but was more or less hidden, in the living corpuscle, and is called its nucleus. Corpuscles of essentially similar structure are to be found 20 in the skin, in the lining of the mouth, and scattered through the whole framework of the body. Nay, more: in the earliest condition of the human organism, in that state in which it has but just become distinguishable from the egg in which it arises, it is nothing but an aggregation of such corpuscles, 25 and every organ of the body was, once, no more than such an aggregation. Thus a nucleated mass of protoplasm turns out to be what may be termed the structural unit of the human body. As a matter of fact, the body, in its earliest state, is a mere 30 multiple of such units; and in its perfect condition, it is a multiple of such units, variously modified. But does the formula which expresses the essential struc- tural character of the highest animal cover all the rest, as the statement of its powers and faculties covered that of 35 all others? Very nearly. Beast and fowl, reptile and fish, mollusk, worm, and polype, are all composed of struc- tural units of the same character, namely, masses of proto- ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 247 plasm with a nucleus. There are sundry very low ani- mals, each of which, structurally, is a mere colourless blood-corpuscle, leading an independent life. But, at the very bottom of the animal scale, even this simplicity becomes simplified, and all the phenomena of life are mani- 5 fested by a particle of protoplasm without a nucleus. Nor are such organisms insignificant by reason of their want of complexity. It is a fair question whether the protoplasm of those simplest forms of life, which people an immense extent of the bottom of the sea, would not outweigh that of 10 all the higher living beings which inhabit the land put together. And in ancient times, no less than at the present day, such living beings as these have been the greatest of rock builders. What has been said of the animal world is no less true 15 of plants. Imbedded in the protoplasm at the broad, or attached, end of the nettle hair, there lies a spheroidal nucleus. Careful examination further proves that the whole substance of the nettle is made up of a repetition of such masses of nucleated protoplasm, each contained in a 20 wooden case, which is modified in form, sometimes into a woody fibre, sometimes into a duct or spiral vessel, some- times into a pollen grain, or an ovule. Traced back to its earliest state, the nettle arises as the man does, in a particle of nucleated protoplasm. And in the lowest plants, as in 25 the lowest animals, a single mass of such protoplasm may constitute the whole plant, or the protoplasm may exist without a nucleus. Under these circumstances it may well be asked, how is one mass of non-nucleated protoplasm to be distinguished 30 from another? why call one " plant " and the other " animal "? The only reply is that, so far as form is concerned, plants and animals are not separable, and that, in many cas.es, it is a mere matter of convention whether we call a given 35 organism an animal or a plant. There is a living body called sEthalium septic-urn, which appears upon decaying vege- 248 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY table substances, and, in one of its forms, is common upon the surfaces of tan-pits. In this condition it is, to all intents and purposes, a fungus, and formerly was always regarded as such; but the remarkable investigations of De Bary have 5 shown that, in another condition, the jEthalium is an ac- tively locomotive creature, and takes in solid matters, upon which, apparently, it feeds, thus exhibiting the most characteristic feature of animality. Is this a plant; or is it an animal? Is it both; or is it neither? Some decide in 10 favour of the last supposition, and establish an intermediate kingdom, a sort of biological No Man's Land for all these questionable forms. But, as it is admittedly impossible to draw any distinct boundary line between this no man's land and the vegetable world on the one hand, or the animal 15 on the other, it appears to me that this proceeding merely doubles the difficulty which, before, was single. Protoplasm, simple or nucleated, is the formal basis of all life. It is the clay of the potter: which, bake it and paint it as he will, remains clay, separated by artifice, and not 20 by nature, from the commonest brick or sun-dried clod. Thus it becomes clear that all living powers are cognate, and that all living forms are fundamentally of one character. The researches of the chemist have revealed a no less strik- ing uniformity of material composition in living matter. 25 In perfect strictness, it is true that chemical investiga- tion can tell us little or nothing, directly, of the composi- tion of living matter, inasmuch as such matter must needs die in the act of analysis, and upon this very obvious ground, objections, which I confess seem to me to be some- 30 what frivolous, have been raised to the drawing of any conclusions whatever respecting the composition of actually living matter, from that of the dead matter of life, which alone is accessible to us. But objectors of this class do not seem to reflect that it is also, in strictness, true that we 35 know nothing about the composition of any body what- ever, as it is. The statement that a crystal of calc-spar consists of carbonate of lime, is quite true, if we only mean ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 249 that, by appropriate processes, it may be resolved into car- bonic acid and quicklime. If you pass the same carbonic acid over the very quicklime thus obtained, you will obtain carbonate of lime again; but it will not be calc-spar, nor anything like it. Can it, therefore, be said that chemical 5 analysis teaches nothing about the chemical composition of calc-spar? Such a statement would be absurd; but it is hardly more so than the talk one occasionally hears about the uselessness of applying the results of chemical analysis to the living bodies which have yielded them. 10 One fact, at any rate, is out of reach of such refinements, and this is, that all the forms of protoplasm which have yet been examined contain the four elements, carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen, in very complex union, and that they behave similarly towards several reagents. 15 To this complex combination, the nature of which has never been determined with exactness, the name of Pro- tein has been applied. And if we use this term with such caution as may properly arise out of our comparative igno- rance of the things for which it stands, it may be truly said 20 that all protoplasm is proteinaceous, or, as the white, or albumen, of an egg is one of the commonest examples of a nearly pure proteine matter, we may say that all living matter is more or less albuminoid. Perhaps it would not yet be safe to say that all forms of 25 protoplasm are affected by the direct action of electric shocks; and yet the number of cases in which the contrac- tion of protoplasm is shown to be affected by this agency increases every day. Nor can it be affirmed with perfect confidence, that all 30 forms of protoplasm are liable to undergo that peculiar coagulation at a temperature of 4o-5o Centigrade, which has been called " heat-stiffening," though Kuhne's beautiful researches have proved this occurrence to take pla.ce in so many and such diverse living beings, that it is hardly 35 rash to expect that the law holds good for all. 250 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY Enough has, perhaps, been said, to prove the existence of a general uniformity in the character of the protoplasm, or physical basis, of life, in whatever group of living beings it may be studied. But it will be understood that this general 5 uniformity by no means excludes any amount of special modifications of the fundamental substance. The mineral, carbonate of lime, assumes an immense diversity of charac- ters, though no one doubts that, under all these Protean changes, is one and the same thing. 10 And now, what is the ultimate fate, and what the origin, of the matter of life? Is it, as some of the older naturalists supposed, diffused throughout the universe in molecules, which are inde- structible and unchangeable in themselves; but, in endless 15 transmigration, unite in innumerable permutations, into the diversified forms of life we know? Or, is the matter of life composed of ordinary matter, differing from it only in the manner in which its atoms are aggregated? Is it built up of ordinary matter, and again resolved into ordinary matter 20 when its work is done? Modern science does not hesitate a moment between these alternatives. Physiology writes over the portals of life " Debemur morti nos nostraque," x 25 with a profounder meaning than the Roman poet attached to that melancholy line. Under whatever disguise it takes refuge, whether fungus or oak, worm or man, the living protoplasm not only ultimately dies and is resolved into its mineral and lifeless constituents, but is always dying, 30 and, strange as the paradox may sound, could not live unless it died. In the wonderful story of the Peau de Chagrin, the hero becomes possessed of a magical wild ass' skin, which yields him the means of gratifying all his wishes. But its sur- 35 face represents the duration of the proprietor's life; and 1 We and ours must die. ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 251 for every satisfied desire the skin shrinks in proportion to the intensity of fruition, until at length life and the last handbreath of the peau de chagrin, disappear with the gratification of a last wish. Balzac's studies had led him over a wide range of thought 5 and speculation, and his shadowing forth of physiological truth in this strange story may have been intentional. At any rate, the matter of life is a veritable peau de chagrin, and for every vital act it is somewhat the smaller. All work implies waste, and the work of life results, directly or 10 indirectly, in the waste of protoplasm. Every word uttered by a speaker costs him some physical loss; and, in the strictest sense, he burns that others may have light so much eloquence, so much of his body re- solved into carbonic acid, water, and urea. It is cleans that this process of expenditure cannot go on forever. But, happily, the protoplasmic peau de chagrin differs from Balzac's in its capacity of being repaired, and brought back to its full size, after every exertion. For example, this present lecture, whatever its intellect- 20 ual worth to you, has a certain physical value to me, which is, conceivably, expressible by the number of grains of protoplasm and other bodily substance wasted in main- taining my vital processes during its delivery. My peau de chagrin will be distinctly smaller at the end of the discourse 25 than it was at the beginning. By and by, I shall probably have recourse to the substance commonly called mutton, for the purpose of stretching it back to its original size. Now this mutton was once the living protoplasm, more or less modified, of another animal a sheep. As I shall eat 30 it, it is the same matter altered, not only by death, but by exposure to sundry artificial operations in the process of cooking. But these changes, whatever be their extent, have not rendered it incompetent to resume its old functions as mat- 35 ter of life. A singular inward laboratory, which I possess, will dissolve a certain portion of the modified protoplasm; 252 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY the solution so formed will pass into my veins; and the subtle influences to which it will then be subjected will con- vert the dead protoplasm into living protoplasm, and tran- substantiate sheep into man. 5 Nor is this all. If digestion were a thing to be trifled with, I might sup upon lobster, and the matter of life of the crustacean would undergo the same wonderful meta- morphosis into humanity. And were I to return to my own place by sea, and undergo shipwreck, the crustacean might, 10 and probably would, return the compliment, and demon- strate our common nature by turning my protoplasm into living lobster. Or, if nothing better were to be had, I might supply my wants with mere bread, and I should find the protoplasm of the wheat-plant to be convertible into man 15 with no more trouble than that of the sheep, and with far less, I fancy, than that of the lobster. Hence it appears to be a matter of no great moment what animal, or what plant, I lay under contribution for protoplasm, and the fact speaks volumes for the general 20 identity of that substance in all living beings. I share this catholicity of assimilation with other animals, all of which, so far as we know, could thrive equally well on the proto- plasm of any of their fellows, or of any plaiTt; but here the assimilative powers of the animal world cease. A solution 25 of smelling-salts in water, with an infinitesimal propor- tion of some other saline matters, contains all the elemen- tary bodies which enter into the composition of protoplasm ; but, as I need hardly say, a hogshead of that fluid would not keep a hungry man from starving, nor would it save 30 any animal whatever from a like fate. An animal cannot make protoplasm, but must take it ready-made from some other animal, or some plant the animal's highest feat of constructive chemistry being to convert dead protoplasm into that living matter of life which is appropriate to itself. 35 Therefore, in seeking for the origin of protoplasm, we must eventually turn to the vegetable world. A fluid con- taining carbonic acid, water, and nitrogenous salts, which ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 253 offers such a Barmecide feast l to the animal, is a table richly spread to multitudes of plants; and, with a due supply of only such materials, many a plant will not only maintain itself in vigour, but grow and multiply until it has increased a million-fold, or a million million-fold, the quantity of 5 protoplasm which it originally possessed; in this way build- ing up the matter of life, to an indefinite extent, from the common matter of the universe. Thus, the animal can only raise the complex substance of dead protoplasm to the higher power, as one may say, ofio living protoplasm; while the plant can raise the less complex substances carbonic acid, water, and nitrogenous salts to the same stage of living protoplasm, if not to the same level. But the plant also has its limitations. Some of the fungi, for example, appear to need higher compounds to 15 start with; and no known plant can live upon the uncom- pounded elements of protoplasm. A plant supplied with pure carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen, phosphorus, sulphur, and the like, would as infallibly die as the animal in his bath of smelling-salts, though it would be surrounded 20 by all the constituents of protoplasm. Nor, indeed, need the process of simplification of vegetable food be carried so far as this, in crder to arrive at the limit of the plant's thaumaturgy. Let water, carbonic acid, and all the other needful constituents be supplied except nitrogenous salts, 25 and an ordinary plant will still be unable to manufacture protoplasm. Thus the matter of life, so far as we know it (and we have no right to speculate on any other), breaks up, in conse- quence of that continual death which is the condition of its 30 manifesting vitality, into carbonic acid, water, and nitrog- enous compounds, which certainly possess no properties but those of ordinary matter. And out of these same forms of ordinary matter, and from none which are simpler,, the 1 In one of the Arabian Nights stories, a nobleman called Barme- cide set before a bcgger a number of empty dishes supposed to contain a feast. 251 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY vegetable world builds up all the protoplasm which keeps the animal world a-going. Plants are the accumulators of the power which animals distribute and disperse. But it will be observed, that the existence of the matter 5 of life depends on the pre-existence of certain compounds; namely, carbonic acid, water, and certain nitrogenous bodies. Withdraw any one of these three from the world, and all vital phenomena come to an end. They are as necessary to the protoplasm of the plant, as the proto- 10 plasm of the plant is to that of the animal. Carbon, hydro- gen, oxygen, and nitrogen are all lifeless bodies. Of these, carbon and oxygen unite in certain proportions and under certain conditions, to give rise to carbonic acid; hydrogen and oxygen produce water; nitrogen and other elements 15 give rise to nitrogenous salts. These new compounds, like the elementary bodies of which they are composed, are lifeless. But when they are brought together, under certain conditions, they give rise to the still more complex body, protoplasm, and this protoplasm exhibits the phe- 20 nomena of life. I see no break in this series of steps in molecular compli- cation, and I am unable to understand why the language which is applicable to any one term of the* series may not be used to any of the others. We think fit to call different 25 kinds of matter carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrogen, and to speak of the various powers and activities of these substances as the properties of the matter of which they are composed. When hydrogen and oxygen are mixed in a certain pro- 30 portion, and an electric spark is passed through them, they disappear, and a quantity of water, equal in weight to the sum of their weights, appears in their place. There is not the slightest parity between the passive and active powers of the water and those of the oxygen and hydrogen which 35 have given rise to it. At 32 Fahrenheit, and far below that temperature, oxygen and hydrogen are elastic gaseous bodies, whose particles tend to rush away from one another ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 255 with great force. Water, at the same temperature, is a strong though brittle solid, whose particles tend to cohere into definite geometrical shapes, and sometimes build up frosty imitations of the most complex forms of vegetable foliage. 5 Nevertheless we call these, and many other strange phe- nomena, the properties of the water, and we do not hesitate to believe that, in some way or another, they result from the properties of the component elements of the water. We do not assume that a something called " aquosity " entered into 10 and took possession of the oxidated hydrogen as soon as it was formed, and then guided the aqueous particles to their places in the facets of the crystal, or amongst the leaflets of the hoar-frost. On the contrary, we live in the hope and in the faith that, by the advance of molecular physics, we shall 15 by and by be able to see our way as clearly from the con- stituents of water to the properties of water, as we are now able to deduce the operations of a watch from the form of its parts and the manner in which they are put together. Is the case in any way changed when carbonic acid, water, 20 and nitrogenous salts disappear, and in their place, under the influence of pre-existing living protoplasm, an equivalent weight of the matter of life makes its appearance? It is true that there is no sort of parity between the prop- erties of the components and the properties of the resultant, 25 but neither was there in the case of the water. It is also true that what I have spoken of as the influence of pre-existing living matter is something quite unintelligible; but does anybody quite comprehend the modus opcrandi l of an electric spark, which traverses a mixture of oxygen and 30 hydrogen? What justification is there, then, for the assumption of the existence in the living matter of a something which has no representative, or correlative, in the not living matter which gave rise to it? What better philosophical status has 35 " vitality " than " aquosity "? And why should " vitality " 1 Mode of working. 256 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY hope for a better fate than the other " itys " which have disappeared since Martinus Scriblerus accounted for the operation of the meat-jack by its inherent " meat-roasting quality," and scorned the " materialism " of those who 5 explained the turning of the spit by a certain mechanism worked by the draught of the chimney? If scientific language is to possess a definite and constant signification whenever it is employed, it seems to me that we are logically bound to apply to the protoplasm, or physi- iocal basis of life, the same conceptions as those which are held to be legitimate elsewhere. If the phenomena exhib- ited by water are its properties, so are those presented by protoplasm, living or dead, its properties. If the properties of water may be properly said to result 15 from the nature and disposition of its component molecules, I can find no intelligible ground for refusing to say that the properties of protoplasm result from the nature and dis- position of its molecules. But I bid you beware that, in accepting these conclusions, 20 you are placing your feet on the first rung of a ladder which, in most people's estimation, is the reverse of Jacob's and leads to the antipodes of heaven. It may seem a small thing to admit that the dull vital actions 7)f a fungus, or a foraminifer, are the properties of their protoplasm, and are 25 the direct results of the nature of the matter of which they are composed. But if, as I have endeavoured to prove to you, their protoplasm is essentially identical with, and most readily converted into, that of any animal, I can discover no logical halting-place between the admission that such is 30 the case, and the further concession that all vital action may, with equal propriety, be said to be the result of the molec- ular forces of the protoplasm which displays it. And if so, it must be true, in the same sense and to the same extent, that the thoughts to which I am now giving utterance, and 35 your thoughts regarding them, are the expression of molec- ular changes in that matter of life which is the source of our other vital phenomena, ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 257 Past experience leads me to be tolerably certain that, when the propositions I have just placed before you are accessible to public comment and criticism, they will be condemned by many zealous persons, and perhaps by some few of the wise and thoughtful. I should not wonder if " gross and brutal 5 materialism " were the mildest phrase applied to them in certain quarters. And, most undoubtedly, the terms of the propositions are distinctly materialistic. Nevertheless two things are certain: the one, that I hold the statements to be substantially true; the other, that I, individually, am noio materialist, but, on the contrary, believe materialism to involve grave philosophical error. This union of materialistic terminology with the repu- diation of materialistic philosophy I share with some of the most thoughtful men with whom I am acquainted. And, 15 when I first undertook to deliver the present discourse, it appeared to me to be a fitting opportunity to explain how such a union is not only consistent with, but necessitated by, sound logic. I purposed to lead you through the terri- tory of vital phenomena to the materialistic slough in which 20 you find yourselves now plunged, and then to point out to you the sole path by which, in my judgment, extrication is possible. Let us suppose that knowledge is absolute, and not relative, and therefore, that our conception of matter represents 25 that which it really is. Let us suppose, further, that we do know more of cause and effect than a certain definite order of succession among facts, and that we have a knowledge of the necessity of that succession and hence, of necessary laws and I, for my part, do not see what escape there is from 30 utter materialism and necessarianism. For it is obvious that our knowledge of what we call the material world is, to begin with, at least as certain and definite as that of the spiritual world, and that our acquaintance with law is of as old a date as our knowledge of spontaneity. Further, 135 take it to be demonstrable that it is utterly impossible to 258 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY prove that anything whatever may not be the effect of a material and necessary cause, and that human logic is equally incompetent to prove that any act is really sponta- neous. A really spontaneous act is one which, by the 5 assumption, has no cause; and the attempt to prove such a negative as this is, on the face of the matter, absurd. And while it is thus a philosophical impossibility to demonstrate that any given phenomenon is not the effect of a material cause, any one who is acquainted with the history of sci- 10 ence w T ill admit, that its progress has, in all ages, meant, and now, more than ever, means, the extension of the prov- ince of what we call matter and causation, and the con- comitant gradual banishment from all regions of human thought of what we call spirit and spontaneity. 15 I have endeavoured, in the first part of this discourse, to give you a conception of the direction towards which modern physiology is tending; and I ask you, what is the difference between the conception of life as the product of a certain disposition of material molecules, and the old notion of an 20 Archaeus l governing and directing blind matter within each living body, except this that here, as elsewhere, matter and law have devoured spirit and spontaneity? And as surely as every future grows out of past and present, so will the physiology of the future gradually extend the realm of 25 matter and law until it is co-extensive with knowledge, with feeling, and with action. The consciousness of this great truth weighs like a night- mare, I believe, upon many of the best minds of these days. They watch what they conceive to be the progress of mate- 3orialism, in such fear and powerless anger as a savage feels when, during an eclipse, the great shadow creeps over the face of the sun. The advancing tide of matter threatens to drown their souls; the tightening grasp of law impedes their freedom; they are alarmed lest man's moral nature be de- 35 based by the increase of his wisdom. 1 Archaeus: a spirit, having essentially the same form as the body within which it resided. ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 259 If the " New Philosophy " be worthy of the reprobation with which it is visited, I confess their fears seem to me to be well founded. While, on the contrary, could David Hume be consulted, I think he would smile at their perplex- ities, and chide them for doing even as the heathen, and 5 falling down in terror before the hideous idols their own hands have raised. For, after all, what do we know of this terrible " matter," except as a name for the unknown and hypothetical cause of states of our own consciousness? And what do we know 10 of that " spirit " over whose threatened extinction by matter a great lamentation is arising, like that which was heard at the death of Pan, except that it is also a name for an un- known and hypothetical cause, or condition, of states of con- sciousness? In other words, matter and spirit are but names 15 for the imaginary substrata of groups of natural phenomena. And what is the dire necessity and " iron " law under which men groan? Truly, most gratuitously invented bugbears. I suppose if there be an " iron " law, it is that of gravitation; and if there be a physical necessity, it is that a 20 stone, unsupported, must fall to the ground. But what is all we really know, and can know, about the latter phe- nomenon? Simply, that, in all human experience, stones have fallen to the ground under these conditions; that we have not the smallest reason for believing that any stone so cir-25 cumstanced will not fall to the ground; and that we have, on the contrary, every reason to believe that it will so fall. It is very convenient to indicate that all the conditions of belief have been fulfilled in this case, by calling the state- ment that unsupported stones will fall to the ground, "a 30 law of Nature." But when, as commonly happens, we change will into must, we introduce an idea of necessity which most assuredly does not lie in the observed facts, and has no warranty that I can discover elsewhere. For my part, I utterly repudiate and anathematise the intruder. 35 Fact I know; and Law I know; but what is this Necessity save an empty shadow of my own mind's throwing? 260 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY But, if it is certain that we can have no knowledge of the nature of either matter or spirit, and that the notion of necessity is something illegitimately thrust into the per- fectly legitimate conception of x law, the materialistic position 5 that there is nothing in the world but matter, force, and necessity, is as utterly devoid of justification as the most baseless of theological dogmas. The fundamental doctrines of materialism, like those of spiritualism, and most other " isms," lie outside " the limits of philosophical inquiry," 10 and David Hume's great service to humanity is his irre- fragable demonstration of what these limits are. Hume called himself a sceptic, and therefore others cannot be blamed if they apply the same title to him; but that does not alter the fact that the name, with its existing implications, does 15 him gross injustice. If a man asks me what the politics of the inhabitants of the moon are, and I reply that I do not know; that neither I, nor any one else, has any means of knowing; and that, under these circumstances, I decline to trouble myself about 20 the subject at all; I do not think he has any right to call me a sceptic. On the contrary, in replying thus, I conceive that I am simply honest and truthful, and show a proper regard for the economy of time. So Hume's strong and subtle intellect takes up a great many problems about which 25 we are naturally curious, and shows us that they are essen- tially questions of lunar politics, in their essence incapable of being answered, and therefore not worth the attention of men who have work to do in the world. And he thus ends one of his essays: 30 " If we take in hand any volume of Divinity, or school metaphysics, for instance, let us ask, Does it contain any abstract reasoning concern- ing quantity or number? No. Does it contain any experimental reason- ing concerning matter of fact and existence? No. Commit it then to the flames; for it can contain nothing but sophistry and illusion." 1 1 Hume's Essay " Of the Academical or Sceptical Philosophy," in the Inquiry concerning the Human Understanding. [Many critics of this passage seem to forget that the subject-matter of Ethics and ON THE PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 261 Permit me to enforce this most wise advice. Why trouble ourselves about matters of which, however important they may be, we do know nothing, and can know nothing? We live in a world which is full of misery and ignorance, and the plain duty of each and all of us is to try to make the little 5 corner he can influence somewhat less miserable and some- what less ignorant than it was before he entered it. To do this effectually it is necessary to be fully possessed of only two beliefs: the first, that the order of Nature is ascertain- able by our faculties to an extent which is practically unlim- 10 ited; the second, that our volition 1 counts for something as a condition of the course of events. Each of these beliefs can be verified experimentally, as often as we like to try. Each, therefore, stands upon the strongest foundation upon which any belief can rest, and 15 forms one of our highest truths. If we find that the ascer- tainment of the order of nature is facilitated by using one terminology, or one set of symbols, rather than another, it is our clear duty to use the former; and no harm can accrue, so long as we bear in mind that we are dealing merely 20 with terms and symbols. In itself it is of little moment whether we express the phenomena of matter in terms of spirit; or the phenomena of spirit in terms of matter: matter may be regarded as a form of thought, thought may be regarded as a property of 25 matter each statement has a certain relative truth. But with a view to the progress of science, the materialistic ter- minology is in every way to be preferred. For it connects thought with the other phenomena of the universe, and suggests inquiry into the nature of those physical conditions, 30 or concomitants of thought, which are more or less accessible to us, and a knowledge of which may, in future, help us to exercise the same kind of control over the world of thought /Esthetics consists of matters of fact and existence. 1892.] Author's note. 1 Or, to speak more accurately, the physical state of which volition is the expression. 1892. Author's note. 262 THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY as we already possess in respect of the material world; whereas, the alternative, or spiritualistic, terminology is utterly barren, and leads to nothing but obscurity and con- fusion of ideas. 5 Thus there can be little doubt, that the further science advances, the more extensively and consistently will all the phenomena of Nature be represented by materialistic for- mulae and symbols. But the man of science, who, forgetting the limits of philo- icsophical inquiry, slides from these formulas and symbols into what is commonly understood by materialism, seems to me to place himself on a level with the mathematician who should mistake the ar's and y's with which he works his problems, for real entities and with this further disadvan- 15 tage, as compared with the mathematician, that the blunders of the latter are of no practical consequence, while the errors of systematic materialism may paralyse the energies and destroy the beauty of a life. COMPARISON OF THE MENTAL POWERS OF MAN AND THE LOWER ANIMALS l CHARLES DARWIN MY object in this chapter is to show that there is no fundamental difference between man and the higher mammals in their mental faculties. Each division of the subject might have been extended into a separate essay, but must here be treated briefly. As no classification of the mental 5 powers has been universally accepted, I shall arrange my remarks in the order most convenient for my purpose; and will select those facts which have struck me most, with the hope that they may produce some effect on the reader. As man possesses the same senses as the lower animals, 10 liis fundamental intuitions must be the same. Man has also some lev. instinct? in common, as that of self-preserva- tion, sexual love, the love of the mother for her new-born offspring, the desire possessed by the latter to suck, and so forth. But man, perhaps, has somewhat fewer instincts 15 than those possessed by the animals which come next to him in the series. The orang in the Eastern islands and the chimpanzee in Africa build platforms on which they sleep; and as both species follow the same habit, it might be argued that this was due to instinct, but we cannot feel 20 sure that it is not the result of both animals having similar wants and possessing similar powers of reasoning. These apes, as we may assume, avoid the many poisonous fruits of the tropics, and man has no such knowledge; but as our domestic animals, when taken to foreign lands, and when 25 1 From Chapter III of "The Descent of Man," 1871. All except three of the author's foot-notes have been omitted. 203 264 CHARLES DARWIN first turned out in the spring, often eat poisonous herbs, which they afterward avoid, we cannot feel sure that the apes do not learn from their own experience or from that of their parents what fruits to select. It is, however, cer- 5 tain, as we shall presently see, that apes have an instinctive dread of serpents, and probably of other dangerous animals. The fewness and the comparative simplicity of the instincts in the higher animals are remarkable in contrast with those of the lower animals. Cuvier maintained that instinct 10 and intelligence stand in an inverse ratio to each other; and some have thought that the intellectual faculties of the higher animals have been gradually developed from their instincts. But Pouchet, in an interesting essay, has shown that no such inverse ratio really exists. Those insects which 15 possess the most wonderful instincts are certainly the most intelligent. In the vertebrate series, the least intel- ligent members, namely fishes and amphibians, do not possess complex instincts; and among mammals the animal most remarkable for its instincts, namely the beaver, is 20 highly intelligent, as will be admitted by every one who has read Mr. Morgan's excellent work. 1 But although, as we learn from the ^bove-mentioned insects and the beaver, a high degree of intelligence is cer- tainly compatible with complex instincts, and although 25 actions, at first learned voluntarily, can soon through habit be performed with the quickness and certainty of a reflex action, yet it is not improbable that there is a certain amount of interference between the development of free intelligence and of instinct, since the latter implies some inherited modi- 3ofication of the brain. Little is known about the functions of the brain, but we can perceive that as the intellectual powers become highly developed the various parts of the brain must be connected by very intricate channels of the freesf intercommunication; and as a consequence each 35 separate part would perhaps tend to be less well fitted to answer to particular sensations or associations in a definite 1 " The American Beaver and his Works," 1868. Author's note. MENTAL POWERS OF MAN AND LOWER ANIMALS 2G5 and inherited that is, instinctive manner. There seems even to exist some relation between a low degree of intel- ligence and a strong tendency to the formation of fixed, though not inherited, habits; for as a sagacious physician remarked to me, persons who are slightly imbecile tend 5 to act in everything by routine or habit; and they are ren- dered much happier if this is encouraged. I have thought this digression worth giving, because we may easily underrate the mental powers of the higher animals, and especially of man, when we compare their actions founded 10 on the memory of past events, on foresight, reason and imag- ination, with exactly similar actions instinctively performed by the lower animals; in this latter case the capacity of performing such actions has been gained, step by step, through the variability of the mental organs and natural 15 selection, without any conscious intelligence on the part of the animal during each successive generation. No doubt, as Mr. Wallace has argued, much of the intelligent work done by man is due to imitation and not to reason; but there is this great difference between his actions and 20 many of those performed by the lower animals, namely, that man cannot, on his first trial, make, for instance, a stone hatchet or a canoe, through his power of imitation. He has to learn his work by practice; a beaver, on the other hand, can make its dam or canal, and a bird its nest, 25 as well, or nearly as well, and a spider its wonderful web quite as well, the first time it tries as when old and experienced. To return to our immediate subject: the lower animals, like man, manifestly feel pleasure and pain, happiness and 30 misery. Happiness is never better exhibited than by young animals, such as puppies, kittens, lambs, etc., when playing together, like our own children. Even insects play to- gether, as has been described by that excellent observer, P. Huber, who saw ants chasing and pretending to bite each 35 other, like so many puppies. The fact that the lower animals are excited bv the same 266 CHARLES DARWIN emotions as ourselves is so well established that it will not be necessary to weary the reader by many details. Terror acts in the same manner on them as on us, causing the mus- cles to tremble, the heart to palpitate, the sphincters to be S relaxed, and the hair to stand on end. Suspicion, the off- spring of fear, is eminently characteristic of most wild ani- mals. It is, I think, impossible to read the account given by Sir E. Tennent, of the behaviour of the female elephants used as decoys, without admitting that they intentionally 10 practise deceit, and well know what they are about. Cour- age and timidity are extremely variable qualities in the in- dividuals of the same species, as is plainly seen in our dogs. Some dogs and horses are ill-tempered and easily turn sulky; others are good-tempered; and these qualities are cer- 15 tainly inherited. Every one knows how liable animals are to furious rage and how plainly they show it. Many, and probably true, anecdotes have been published on the long- delayed and artful revenge of various animals. The accu- rate Rengger and Brehm 1 state that the American and 20 African monkeys which they kept tame certainly revenged themselves. Sir Andrew Smith, a zoologist whose scru- pulous accuracy was known to many persons, told me the following story of which he was himself an eye-witness: At the Cape of Good Hope an officer had often plagued a cer- 25 tain baboon, and the animal, seeing him approaching one Sunday for parade, poured water into a hole and hastily made some thick mud, which he skilfully dashed over the officer as he passed by, to the amusement of many by- standers. For long afterwards the baboon rejoiced and 30 triumphed whenever he saw his victim. The love of a dog for his master is notorious; as an old writer quaintly says: '' A dog is the only thing on this earth that luvs you more than he luvs himself." In the agony 1 All the following statements, given on the authority of these two naturalists, are taken from Rengger's " Naturgesch. der Siiugethiere von Paraguay," 1830, s. 41-57, and from Brehm's " Thierleben," B.i, s. 10-87. Author's note. MENTAL POWERS OF MAN AND LOWER ANIMALS 267 of death a dog has been known to caress his master, and every one has heard of the dog suffering under vivisection, who licked the hand of the operator; this man, unless the operation was fully justified by an increase of our knowl- edge, or unless he had a heart of stone, must have felt remorse 5 to the last hour of his life. As Whewell has well asked: " Who that reads the touch- ing instances of maternal affection, related so often of the women of all nations and of the females of all animals, can doubt that the principle of action is the same in the twoio cases? " We see maternal affection exhibited in the most trifling details; thus, Rengger observed an American monkey (a Cebus) carefully driving away the flies which plagued her infant; and Duvaucel saw a Hylobates washing the face of her young ones in a stream. So intense is the 15 grief of female monkeys for the loss of their young that it invariably caused the death of certain kinds kept under confinement by Brehm in N. Africa. Orphan monkeys were always adopted and carefully guarded by the other monkeys, both males and females. One female baboon 20 had so capacious a heart that she not only adopted young monkeys of other species, but stole young dogs and cats, which she continually carried about. Her kindness, however, did not go so far as to share her food with her adopted offspring, at which Brehm was surprised, as his monkeys 25 always divided everything quite fairly with their own young ones. An adopted kitten scratched this affectionate baboon, who certainly had a fine intellect, for she was much astonished at being scratched, and immediately examined the kitten's feet, and without more ado bit off the claws. 1 In the Zoo- 30 logical Gardens I heard from the keeper that an old baboon (C. chacma) had adopted a Rhesus monkey; but when : A critic, without any grounds ("Quarterly Review," July, 1871, p. 72), disputes the possibility of this act as described by Brehm, for the sake of discrediting my work. Therefore I tried, and found that I could readily seize with my own teeth the sharp little claws of a kitten nearly five weeks old. Author's note. 268 CHARLES DARWIN a young drill and mandrill were placed in the cage she seemed to perceive that these monkeys, though distinct species, were her nearer relatives, for she at once rejected the Rhesus and adopted both of them. The young Rhesus, as I saw, 5 was greatly discontented at being thus rejected, and it would, like a naughty child, annoy and attack the young drill and mandrill whenever it could do so with safety; this conduct exciting great indignation in the old baboon. Mon- keys will also, according to Brehm, defend their master when 10 attacked by any one, as well as dogs to whom they arc attached, from the attacks of other dogs. But we here trench on the subjects of sympathy and fidelity to which I shall recur. Some of Brehm's monkeys took much delight in teasing a certain old dog whom they disliked, as well as 15 other animals, in various ingenious ways. Most of the more complex emotions are common to the higher animals and ourselves. Every one has seen how jealous a dog is of his master's affections if lavished on any other creature; and I have observed the same fact with 20 monkeys. This shows that animals not only love, but have a desire to be loved. Animals manifestly feel emula- tion. They love approbation or praise; and a dog carry- ing a basket for his master exhibits in a^liigh degree self- complacency or pride. There can, I think, be no doubt 25 that a dog feels shame, as distinct from fear, and some- thing very like modesty when begging too often for food. A great dog scorns the snarling of a little dog, and this may be called magnanimity. Several observers have stated that monkeys certainly dislike being laughed at; and they 30 sometimes invent imaginary offenses. In the Zoological Gardens I saw a baboon who always got into a furious rage when his keeper took out a letter or book and read it aloud to him; and his rage was so violent that, as I witnessed on one occasion, he bit his own leg till the blood flowed. Dogs 35 show what may be fairly called a sense of humour as distinct from mere play ; if a bit of stick or other such object be thrown to one, he will often carry it away for a short distance; and MENTAL POWERS OF MAN AND LOWER ANIMALS 269 then squatting down with it on the ground close before him, will wait until his master comes quite close to take it away. The dog will then seize it and rush away in triumph, repeat- ing the same maneuver, and evidently enjoying the practi- cal joke. 5 We will now turn to the more intellectual emotions and faculties, which are very important, as forming the basis for the development of the higher mental powers. Animals manifestly enjoy excitement, and suffer from ennui, as may be seen with dogs, and, according to Rengger, with mon- 10 keys. All animals feel Wonder and many exhibit Curiosity. They sometimes suffer from this latter quality, as when the hunter plays antics and thus attracts them; I have witnessed this with deer, and so it is with the wary chamois, and with some kinds of wild ducks. Brehm gives a curious 15 account of the instinctive dread, which his monkeys exhibited, for snakes; but their curiosity was so great that they could not desist from occasionally satiating their horror in a most human fashion by lifting up the lid of the box in which the snakes were kept. I was so much surprised at his account 20 that I took a stuffed and coiled-up snake into the monkey- house at the Zoological Gardens, and the excitement thus caused was one of the most curious spectacles which I ever beheld. Three species of Cercopithecus were the most alarmed; they dashed about their cages and uttered sharp 25 signal cries of danger, which were understood by the other monkeys. A few young monkeys and one old Anubis baboon alone took no notice of the snake. I then placed the stuffed specimen on the ground in one of the larger compartments. After a time all the monkeys collected 30 round it in a large circle, and, staring intently, presented a most ludicrous appearance. They became extremely nervous; so that when a wooden ball, with which they were familiar as a plaything, was accidentally moved in the sr