I kiss'd thee, and all past away; I stood, and still gazed on; Oh! when will come that blessed day Shall meet to part no more*?” The pleasures of the river are not unknown even to the laborious poor who frequent its banks; and Mr. Mayhew relates an instance, which should be given in the words of the honest fellow that recounts it. A dredger or river-finder said to him, "Father, and grandfather afore him, was a dredger and fisherman. As soon as I could crawl father took me with him in the boat to help him to pick up and use me to the water. When I got bigger and stronger I was sent to school; but I didn't like it half as well as the boat, and couldn't be got to stay two days together. At last I went above bridge, and went along with a fisherman, and used to sleep in the boat every night; I liked to sleep in the boat! I used to be as comfortable as could be. Lor bless you! there's a tilt to them boats, and no rain can't get at you. I used to lie awake of a night in them times and listen to the water slapping agin the boat, and think it fine fun... How do I get on now, sir? Tho' times ain't near so good as they was, I manages purty tidy, and hasn't got no occasion to hollor much." But it is time to leave the subject of common pleasures. This way of treating it, perhaps, has not much suited you. "If you be not pleased, mate, put your hand in your pocket and please yourself," as the old saying is. There is, however, one grave observation that suggests itself at the close of this long chapter, which seems to be not without great practical importance for all of us. Heaven grants pleasure, and why are not we grateful? It is because unfeeling pedants have acted austerely and stoically with us, and told us it was wrong; a horrible sentence, which custom, life, manners, the community itself reject. Still it weighs upon us, and so we take * Patell, The Excursion. pleasure stealthily, and fear to thank God for it as a thing for- "Lo! I am here, to answer to your vows, I hope this allusion and the design of the whole chapter will not be understood as identical with the inexcusable fault of trying to push the human heart towards the side to which it leans. That would be worse than ridiculous. But there may be at times an undue pressure of transcendentalism laid upon it, which it is well to remove or alleviate by recurring to what is common in relation to virtue, in order that the heart itself may be enabled to rise and obey the invitation of "sursum corda." We heard in the beginning good reasons in behalf of those common pleasures which are provided for us amidst all the varieties of life. We have remarked briefly in what they generally consist. We must now proceed to notice the excellence of other common things in relation to virtue. CHAPTER X. ADHERENCE to nature, fidelity to the designs of nature in regard to manhood, womanhood, and youth-such is the next subject that suggests itself from the class of common things in relation to virtue, of which I think it would be neither unimportant nor uninteresting to observe the excellence; for there is sometimes either an involuntary or a systematic opposition to these common features of our humanity, the consideration of which can hardly fail to bring out in deeper and more lively colours the charm of what has been ordained for us by our Creator. First, then, let us consider manhood, and the contrasts to it that arise from neglecting what is common, which verify the saying of the Italians, "Non ogni uomo e uomo. It would be in vain to deny that some individuals wearing hats and coats, very respectable characters according to the world, “all over whom,” as some one says, "respectable is written, from the crowns of their heads to the very tips of their polished boots, have-by dint of affecting singularity, superiority, and, in short, the uncommon-nothing of man about them but the name." We try most of us to turn away our eyes and to direct our thoughts elsewhere, and to banish the memory of such faces, such forms, such tones of voice, such answers, and such discourse; but the disagreeable impression from this concrete sinks very deep, even deeper than we can account for, unless, indeed, we explain it like Shamont, saying,— It afflicts us When we behold unseemliness in an image So near the Godhead! 'Tis an injury Whatever may be the external cause of displeasure, the source of the evil appears to be, at least for the greatest part, in the mind, for nothing purely organic could produce the phenomenon. Moreover, it is easier to perceive than define it. At one time it presents the form of "The jewel of all the court, you may wear him, A chrysolite, a gem, the very agate Of state and policy, cut from the quar Of Machiavel." You feel tempted to say with Shakspeare, "Originally God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man." "He is a lawyer, and must speak for his fee At another, In vain would you say to him, "Lose not the fashion of a man.” Perhaps he never wore it, and now affects it not—“ walking in crooked insolence," as Pindar says. The phenomenon assumes the form one time of a scholar or philosopher. When Bellafont has her last interview with Hipolito, she says to him, "Hear me but speak; my words shall be all music. Hear me but speak." The pedant cries, "Hence!" and, addressing his attendants, says, "Guard the chamber: let no more come on, Flat to the ground; and like a thief dost stand She entreats him still "If woman were thy mother; if thy heart I do beseech thee, do not thus with scorn Destroy a woman His tender conscience bids him act so; he has vowed, and The copy of that obligation Where my soul's bound in heavy penalties." She makes a last effort "Be greater than a king; save not a body, The grief be mine, the guilt fall on thy head!" He concludes with a kind of sermon, bids her read some pious book, and so with a scowl departs. At another time this character appears in the enslaved husband, who lives under the sign of the "cat's foot," as the saying is, acting the counterpart of the married lover. Again, at another it is seen in the ferocious and deceitful foe, who says with the Greek poet, "May it be mine to love my friend! But against an enemy I will, as an enemy, make a secret attack like a wolf, going now this way and now that, in crooked course *." Then, as if to show itself in all oppositions, it can be traced in the mere man about town," when nobles are their tailor's tutors-the superfluous and lust-dieted man, that will not see because he doth not feel. "This is the imposthume of much wealth, that inward breathes and shows no cause without why the man dies." But him woman's quick-reading eye unmasks, and brands with words like those of Argellina, in the Elder Brother, saying, "You have the outside of a pretty gentleman, * Pyth. ii. 66 |