There is not yet any inventory of a man's faculties, any more
than a bible of his opinions. Who shall set a limit to the influence
of a human being? There are men, who, by their sympathetic
attractions, carry nations with them, and lead the activity of the
human race. And if there be such a tie, that, wherever the mind of
man goes, nature will accompany him, perhaps there are men whose
magnetisms are of that force to draw material and elemental powers,
and, where they appear, immense instrumentalities organize around
them. Life is a search after power; and this is an element with
which the world is so saturated, -- there is no chink or crevice in
which it is not lodged, -- that no honest seeking goes unrewarded. A
man should prize events and possessions as the ore in which this fine
mineral is found; and he can well afford to let events and
possessions, and the breath of the body go, if their value has been
added to him in the shape of power. If he have secured the elixir,
he can spare the wide gardens from which it was distilled. A
cultivated man, wise to know and bold to perform, is the end to which
nature works, and the education of the will is the flowering and
result of all this geology and astronomy.
All successful men have agreed in one thing, -- they were
'causationists'. They believed that things went not by luck, but by
law; that there was not a weak or a cracked link in the chain that
joins the first and last of things. A belief in causality, or strict
connection between every trifle and the principle of being, and, in
consequence, belief in compensation, or, that nothing is got for
nothing, -- characterizes all valuable minds, and must control every
effort that is made by an industrious one. The most valiant men are
the best believers in the tension of the laws. "All the great
captains," said Bonaparte, "have performed vast achievements by
conforming with the rules of the art, -- by adjusting efforts to
obstacles."
The key to the age may be this, or that, or the other, as the young orators describe; -- the key to all ages is -- Imbecility; imbecility in the vast majority of men, at all times, and, even in heroes, in all but certain eminent moments; victims of gravity, custom, and fear. This gives force to the strong, -- that the multitude have no habit of self-reliance or original action.
We must reckon success a constitutional trait. Courage, -- the
old physicians taught, (and their meaning holds, if their physiology
is a little mythical,) -- courage, or the degree of life, is as the
degree of circulation of the blood in the arteries. "During passion,
anger, fury, trials of strength, wrestling, fighting, a large amount
of blood is collected in the arteries, the maintenance of bodily
strength requiring it, and but little is sent into the veins. This
condition is constant with intrepid persons." Where the arteries hold
their blood, is courage and adventure possible. Where they pour it
unrestrained into the veins, the spirit is low and feeble. For
performance of great mark, it needs extraordinary health. If Eric is
in robust health, and has slept well, and is at the top of his
condition, and thirty years old, at his departure from Greenland, he
will steer west, and his ships will reach Newfoundland. But take out
Eric, and put in a stronger and bolder man, -- Biorn, or Thorfin, --
and the ships will, with just as much ease, sail six hundred, one
thousand, fifteen hundred miles further, and reach Labrador and New
England. There is no chance in results. With adults, as with
children, one class enter cordially into the game, and whirl with the
whirling world; the others have cold hands, and remain bystanders; or
are only dragged in by the humor and vivacity of those who can carry
a dead weight. The first wealth is health. Sickness is
poor-spirited, and cannot serve any one: it must husband its
resources to live. But health or fulness answers its own ends, and
has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks
of other men's necessities.
All power is of one kind, a sharing of the nature of the world. The mind that is parallel with the laws of nature will be in the current of events, and strong with their strength. One man is made of the same stuff of which events are made; is in sympathy with the course of things; can predict it. Whatever befalls, befalls him first; so that he is equal to whatever shall happen. A man who knows men, can talk well on politics, trade, law, war, religion. For, everywhere, men are led in the same manners.
The advantage of a strong pulse is not to be supplied by any
labor, art, or concert. It is like the climate, which easily rears a
crop, which no glass, or irrigation, or tillage, or manures, can
elsewhere rival. It is like the opportunity of a city like New York,
or Constantinople, which needs no diplomacy to force capital or
genius or labor to it. They come of themselves, as the waters flow
to it. So a broad, healthy, massive understanding seems to lie on
the shore of unseen rivers, of unseen oceans, which are covered with
barks, that, night and day, are drifted to this point. That is
poured into its lap, which other men lie plotting for. It is in
everybody's secret; anticipates everybody's discovery; and if it do
not command every fact of the genius and the scholar, it is because
it is large and sluggish, and does not think them worth the exertion
which you do.
This affirmative force is in one, and is not in another, as one
horse has the spring in him, and another in the whip. "On the neck
of the young man," said Hafiz, "sparkles no gem so gracious as
enterprise." Import into any stationary district, as into an old
Dutch population in New York or Pennsylvania, or among the planters
of Virginia, a colony of hardy Yankees, with seething brains, heads
full of steam-hammer, pulley, crank, and toothed wheel, -- and
everything begins to shine with values. What enhancement to all the
water and land in England, is the arrival of James Watt or Brunel!
In every company, there is not only the active and passive sex, but,
in both men and women, a deeper and more important _sex of mind_,
namely, the inventive or creative class of both men and women, and
the uninventive or accepting class. Each _plus_ man represents his
set, and, if he have the accidental advantage of personal ascendency,
-- which implies neither more nor less of talent, but merely the
temperamental or taming eye of a soldier or a schoolmaster, (which
one has, and one has not, as one has a black moustache and one a
blond,) then quite easily and without envy or resistance, all his
coadjutors and feeders will admit his right to absorb them. The
merchant works by book-keeper and cashier; the lawyer's authorities
are hunted up by clerks; the geologist reports the surveys of his
subalterns; Commander Wilkes appropriates the results of all the
naturalists attached to the Expedition; Thorwaldsen's statue is
finished by stone-cutters; Dumas has journeymen; and Shakspeare was
theatre-manager, and used the labor of many young men, as well as the
playbooks.
There is always room for a man of force, and he makes room for many. Society is a troop of thinkers, and the best heads among them take the best places. A feeble man can see the farms that are fenced and tilled, the houses that are built. The strong man sees the possible houses and farms. His eye makes estates, as fast as the sun breeds clouds.
When a new boy comes into school, when a man travels, and
encounters strangers every day, or, when into any old club a new
comer is domesticated, that happens which befalls, when a strange ox
is driven into a pen or pasture where cattle are kept; there is at
once a trial of strength between the best pair of horns and the new
comer, and it is settled thenceforth which is the leader. So now,
there is a measuring of strength, very courteous, but decisive, and
an acquiescence thenceforward when these two meet. Each reads his
fate in the other's eyes. The weaker party finds, that none of his
information or wit quite fits the occasion. He thought he knew this
or that: he finds that he omitted to learn the end of it. Nothing
that he knows will quite hit the mark, whilst all the rival's arrows
are good, and well thrown. But if he knew all the facts in the
encyclopaedia, it would not help him: for this is an affair of
presence of mind, of attitude, of aplomb: the opponent has the sun
and wind, and, in every cast, the choice of weapon and mark; and,
when he himself is matched with some other antagonist, his own shafts
fly well and hit. 'Tis a question of stomach and constitution. The
second man is as good as the first, -- perhaps better; but has not
stoutness or stomach, as the first has, and so his wit seems
over-fine or under-fine.
Health is good, -- power, life, that resists disease, poison, and all enemies, and is conservative, as well as creative. Here is question, every spring, whether to graft with wax, or whether with clay; whether to whitewash or to potash, or to prune; but the one point is the thrifty tree. A good tree, that agrees with the soil, will grow in spite of blight, or bug, or pruning, or neglect, by night and by day, in all weathers and all treatments. Vivacity, leadership, must be had, and we are not allowed to be nice in choosing. We must fetch the pump with dirty water, if clean cannot be had. If we will make bread, we must have contagion, yeast, emptyings, or what not, to induce fermentation into the dough: as the torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine. And we have a certain instinct, that where is great amount of life, though gross and peccant, it has its own checks and purifications, and will be found at last in harmony with moral laws.
We watch in children with pathetic interest, the degree in
which they possess recuperative force. When they are hurt by us, or
by each other, or go to the bottom of the class, or miss the annual
prizes, or are beaten in the game, -- if they lose heart, and
remember the mischance in their chamber at home, they have a serious
check. But if they have the buoyancy and resistance that preoccupies
them with new interest in the new moment, -- the wounds cicatrize,
and the fibre is the tougher for the hurt.
One comes to value this _plus_ health, when he sees that all
difficulties vanish before it. A timid man listening to the
alarmists in Congress, and in the newspapers, and observing the
profligacy of party, -- sectional interests urged with a fury which
shuts its eyes to consequences, with a mind made up to desperate
extremities, ballot in one hand, and rifle in the other, -- might
easily believe that he and his country have seen their best days, and
he hardens himself the best he can against the coming ruin. But,
after this has been foretold with equal confidence fifty times, and
government six per cents have not declined a quarter of a mill, he
discovers that the enormous elements of strength which are here in
play, make our politics unimportant. Personal power, freedom, and
the resources of nature strain every faculty of every citizen. We
prosper with such vigor, that, like thrifty trees, which grow in
spite of ice, lice, mice, and borers, so we do not suffer from the
profligate swarms that fatten on the national treasury. The huge
animals nourish huge parasites, and the rancor of the disease attests
the strength of the constitution. The same energy in the Greek_Demos_ drew the remark, that the evils of popular government appear
greater than they are; there is compensation for them in the spirit
and energy it awakens. The rough and ready style which belongs to a
people of sailors, foresters, farmers, and mechanics, has its
advantages. Power educates the potentate. As long as our people
quote English standards they dwarf their own proportions. A Western
lawyer of eminence said to me he wished it were a penal offence to
bring an English law-book into a court in this country, so pernicious
had he found in his experience our deference to English precedent.
The very word `commerce' has only an English meaning, and is pinched
to the cramp exigencies of English experience. The commerce of
rivers, the commerce of railroads, and who knows but the commerce of
air-balloons, must add an American extension to the pond-hole of
admiralty. As long as our people quote English standards, they will
miss the sovereignty of power; but let these rough riders, --
legislators in shirt-sleeves, -- Hoosier, Sucker, Wolverine, Badger,
-- or whatever hard head Arkansas, Oregon, or Utah sends, half
orator, half assassin, to represent its wrath and cupidity at
Washington, -- let these drive as they may; and the disposition of
territories and public lands, the necessity of balancing and keeping
at bay the snarling majorities of German, Irish, and of native
millions, will bestow promptness, address, and reason, at last, on
our buffalo-hunter, and authority and majesty of manners. The
instinct of the people is right. Men expect from good whigs, put
into office by the respectability of the country, much less skill to
deal with Mexico, Spain, Britain, or with our own malcontent members,
than from some strong transgressor, like Jefferson, or Jackson, who
first conquers his own government, and then uses the same genius to
conquer the foreigner. The senators who dissented from Mr. Polk's
Mexican war, were not those who knew better, but those who, from
political position, could afford it; not Webster, but Benton and
Calhoun.
This power, to be sure, is not clothed in satin. 'Tis the
power of Lynch law, of soldiers and pirates; and it bullies the
peaceable and loyal. But it brings its own antidote; and here is my
point, -- that all kinds of power usually emerge at the same time;
good energy, and bad; power of mind, with physical health; the
ecstasies of devotion, with the exasperations of debauchery. The
same elements are always present, only sometimes these conspicuous,
and sometimes those; what was yesterday foreground, being to-day
background, -- what was surface, playing now a not less effective
part as basis. The longer the drought lasts, the more is the
atmosphere surcharged with water. The faster the ball falls to the
sun, the force to fly off is by so much augmented. And, in morals,
wild liberty breeds iron conscience; natures with great impulses have
great resources, and return from far. In politics, the sons of
democrats will be whigs; whilst red republicanism, in the father, is
a spasm of nature to engender an intolerable tyrant in the next age.
On the other hand, conservatism, ever more timorous and narrow,
disgusts the children, and drives them for a mouthful of fresh air
into radicalism.
Those who have most of this coarse energy, -- the `bruisers,'
who have run the gauntlet of caucus and tavern through the county or
the state, have their own vices, but they have the good nature of
strength and courage. Fierce and unscrupulous, they are usually
frank and direct, and above falsehood. Our politics fall into bad
hands, and churchmen and men of refinement, it seems agreed, are not
fit persons to send to Congress. Politics is a deleterious
profession, like some poisonous handicrafts. Men in power have no
opinions, but may be had cheap for any opinion, for any purpose, --
and if it be only a question between the most civil and the most
forcible, I lean to the last. These Hoosiers and Suckers are really
better than the snivelling opposition. Their wrath is at least of a
bold and manly cast. They see, against the unanimous declarations of
the people, how much crime the people will bear; they proceed from
step to step, and they have calculated but too justly upon their
Excellencies, the New England governors, and upon their Honors, the
New England legislators. The messages of the governors and the
resolutions of the legislatures, are a proverb for expressing a sham
virtuous indignation, which, in the course of events, is sure to be
belied.
In trade, also, this energy usually carries a trace of ferocity. Philanthropic and religious bodies do not commonly make their executive officers out of saints. The communities hitherto founded by Socialists, -- the Jesuits, the Port-Royalists, the American communities at New Harmony, at Brook Farm, at Zoar, are only possible, by installing Judas as steward. The rest of the offices may be filled by good burgesses. The pious and charitable proprietor has a foreman not quite so pious and charitable. The most amiable of country gentlemen has a certain pleasure in the teeth of the bull-dog which guards his orchard. Of the Shaker society, it was formerly a sort of proverb in the country, that they always sent the devil to market. And in representations of the Deity, painting, poetry, and popular religion have ever drawn the wrath from Hell. It is an esoteric doctrine of society, that a little wickedness is good to make muscle; as if conscience were not good for hands and legs, as if poor decayed formalists of law and order cannot run like wild goats, wolves, and conies; that, as there is a use in medicine for poisons, so the world cannot move without rogues; that public spirit and the ready hand are as well found among the malignants. 'Tis not very rare, the coincidence of sharp private and political practice, with public spirit, and good neighborhood.
I knew a burly Boniface who for many years kept a public-house
in one of our rural capitals. He was a knave whom the town could ill
spare. He was a social, vascular creature, grasping and selfish.
There was no crime which he did not or could not commit. But he made
good friends of the selectmen, served them with his best chop, when
they supped at his house, and also with his honor the Judge, he was
very cordial, grasping his hand. He introduced all the fiends, male
and female, into the town, and united in his person the functions of
bully, incendiary, swindler, barkeeper, and burglar. He girdled the
trees, and cut off the horses' tails of the temperance people, in the
night. He led the `rummies' and radicals in town-meeting with a
speech. Meantime, he was civil, fat, and easy, in his house, and
precisely the most public-spirited citizen. He was active in getting
the roads repaired and planted with shade-trees; he subscribed for
the fountains, the gas, and the telegraph; he introduced the new
horse-rake, the new scraper, the baby-jumper, and what not, that
Connecticut sends to the admiring citizens. He did this the easier,
that the peddler stopped at his house, and paid his keeping, by
setting up his new trap on the landlord's premises.
Whilst thus the energy for originating and executing work, deforms itself by excess, and so our axe chops off our own fingers, -- this evil is not without remedy. All the elements whose aid man calls in, will sometimes become his masters, especially those of most subtle force. Shall he, then, renounce steam, fire, and electricity, or, shall he learn to deal with them? The rule for this whole class of agencies is, -- all _plus_ is good; only put it in the right place.
Men of this surcharge of arterial blood cannot live on nuts,
herb-tea, and elegies; cannot read novels, and play whist; cannot
satisfy all their wants at the Thursday Lecture, or the Boston
Athenaeum. They pine for adventure, and must go to Pike's Peak; had
rather die by the hatchet of a Pawnee, than sit all day and every day
at a counting-room desk. They are made for war, for the sea, for
mining, hunting, and clearing; for hair-breadth adventures, huge
risks, and the joy of eventful living. Some men cannot endure an
hour of calm at sea. I remember a poor Malay cook, on board a
Liverpool packet, who, when the wind blew a gale, could not contain
his joy; "Blow!" he cried, "me do tell you, blow!" Their friends and
governors must see that some vent for their explosive complexion is
provided. The roisters who are destined for infamy at home, if sent
to Mexico, will "cover you with glory," and come back heroes and
generals. There are Oregons, Californias, and Exploring Expeditions
enough appertaining to America, to find them in files to gnaw, and in
crocodiles to eat. The young English are fine animals, full of
blood, and when they have no wars to breathe their riotous valors in,
they seek for travels as dangerous as war, diving into Maelstroms;
swimming Hellesponts; wading up the snowy Himmaleh; hunting lion,
rhinoceros, elephant, in South Africa; gypsying with Borrow in Spain
and Algiers; riding alligators in South America with Waterton;
utilizing Bedouin, Sheik, and Pacha, with Layard; yachting among the
icebergs of Lancaster Sound; peeping into craters on the equator; or
running on the creases of Malays in Borneo.
The excess of virility has the same importance in general
history, as in private and industrial life. Strong race or strong
individual rests at last on natural forces, which are best in the
savage, who, like the beasts around him, is still in reception of the
milk from the teats of Nature. Cut off the connection between any of
our works, and this aboriginal source, and the work is shallow. The
people lean on this, and the mob is not quite so bad an argument as
we sometimes say, for it has this good side. "March without the
people," said a French deputy from the tribune, "and you march into
night: their instincts are a finger-pointing of Providence, always
turned toward real benefit. But when you espouse an Orleans party,
or a Bourbon, or a Montalembert party, or any other but an organic
party, though you mean well, you have a personality instead of a
principle, which will inevitably drag you into a corner."
The best anecdotes of this force are to be had from savage life, in explorers, soldiers, and buccaneers. But who cares for fallings-out of assassins, and fights of bears, or grindings of icebergs? Physical force has no value, where there is nothing else. Snow in snow-banks, fire in volcanoes and solfataras is cheap. The luxury of ice is in tropical countries, and midsummer days. The luxury of fire is, to have a little on our hearth: and of electricity, not volleys of the charged cloud, but the manageable stream on the battery-wires. So of spirit, or energy; the rests or remains of it in the civil and moral man, are worth all the cannibals in the Pacific.
In history, the great moment is, when the savage is just ceasing to be a savage, with all his hairy Pelasgic strength directed on his opening sense of beauty: -- and you have Pericles and Phidias, -- not yet passed over into the Corinthian civility. Everything good in nature and the world is in that moment of transition, when the swarthy juices still flow plentifully from nature, but their astringency or acridity is got out by ethics and humanity.
The triumphs of peace have been in some proximity to war.
Whilst the hand was still familiar with the sword-hilt, whilst the
habits of the camp were still visible in the port and complexion of
the gentleman, his intellectual power culminated: the compression and
tension of these stern conditions is a training for the finest and
softest arts, and can rarely be compensated in tranquil times, except
by some analogous vigor drawn from occupations as hardy as war.
We say that success is constitutional; depends on a 'plus' condition of mind and body, on power of work, on courage; that it is of main efficacy in carrying on the world, and, though rarely found in the right state for an article of commerce, but oftener in the supersaturate or excess, which makes it dangerous and destructive, yet it cannot be spared, and must be had in that form, and absorbents provided to take off its edge.
The affirmative class monopolize the homage of mankind. They originate and execute all the great feats. What a force was coiled up in the skull of Napoleon! Of the sixty thousand men making his army at Eylau, it seems some thirty thousand were thieves and burglars. The men whom, in peaceful communities, we hold if we can, with iron at their legs, in prisons, under the muskets of sentinels, this man dealt with, hand to hand, dragged them to their duty, and won his victories by their bayonets.
This aboriginal might gives a surprising pleasure when it
appears under conditions of supreme refinement, as in the proficients
in high art. When Michel Angelo was forced to paint the Sistine
Chapel in fresco, of which art he knew nothing, he went down into the
Pope's gardens behind the Vatican, and with a shovel dug out ochres,
red and yellow, mixed them with glue and water with his own hands,
and having, after many trials, at last suited himself, climbed his
ladders, and painted away, week after week, month after month, the
sibyls and prophets. He surpassed his successors in rough vigor, as
much as in purity of intellect and refinement. He was not crushed by
his one picture left unfinished at last. Michel was wont to draw his
figures first in skeleton, then to clothe them with flesh, and lastly
to drape them. "Ah!" said a brave painter to me, thinking on these
things, "if a man has failed, you will find he has dreamed instead of
working. There is no way to success in our art, but to take off your
coat, grind paint, and work like a digger on the railroad, all day
and every day."
Success goes thus invariably with a certain _plus_ or positive power: an ounce of power must balance an ounce of weight. And, though a man cannot return into his mother's womb, and be born with new amounts of vivacity, yet there are two economies, which are the best _succedanea_ which the case admits. The first is, the stopping off decisively our miscellaneous activity, and concentrating our force on one or a few points; as the gardener, by severe pruning, forces the sap of the tree into one or two vigorous limbs, instead of suffering it to spindle into a sheaf of twigs.
"Enlarge not thy destiny," said the oracle: "endeavor not to do
more than is given thee in charge." The one prudence in life is
concentration; the one evil is dissipation: and it makes no
difference whether our dissipations are coarse or fine; property and
its cares, friends, and a social habit, or politics, or music, or
feasting. Everything is good which takes away one plaything and
delusion more, and drives us home to add one stroke of faithful work.
Friends, books, pictures, lower duties, talents, flatteries, hopes,
-- all are distractions which cause oscillations in our giddy
balloon, and make a good poise and a straight course impossible. You
must elect your work; you shall take what your braincan, and drop
all the rest. Only so, can that amount of vital force accumulate,
which can make the step from knowing to doing. No matter how much
faculty of idle seeing a man has, the step from knowing to doing is
rarely taken. 'Tis a step out of a chalk circle of imbecility into
fruitfulness. Many an artist lacking this, lacks all: he sees the
masculine Angelo or Cellini with despair. He, too, is up to Nature
and the First Cause in his thought. But the spasm to collect and
swing his whole being into one act, he has not. The poet Campbell
said, that "a man accustomed to work was equal to any achievement he
resolved on, and, that, for himself, necessity not inspiration was
the prompter of his muse."
Concentration is the secret of strength in politics, in war, in
trade, in short, in all management of human affairs. One of the high
anecdotes of the world is the reply of Newton to the inquiry, "how he
had been able to achieve his discoveries?" -- "By always intending my
mind." Or if you will have a text from politics, take this from
Plutarch: "There was, in the whole city, but one street in which
Pericles was ever seen, the street which led to the market-place and
the council house. He declined all invitations to banquets, and all
gay assemblies and company. During the whole period of his
administration, he never dined at the table of a friend." Or if we
seek an example from trade, -- "I hope," said a good man to
Rothyschild, "your children are not too fond of money and business: I
am sure you would not wish that." -- "I am sure I should wish that: I
wish them to give mind, soul, heart, and body to business, -- that is
the way to be happy. It requires a great deal of boldness and a
great deal of caution, to make a great fortune, and when you have got
it, it requires ten times as much wit to keep it. If I were to
listen to all the projects proposed to me, I should ruin myself very
soon. Stick to one business, young man. Stick to your brewery, (he
said this to young Buxton,) and you will be the great brewer of
London. Be brewer, and banker, and merchant, and manufacturer, and
you will soon be in the Gazette."
Many men are knowing, many are apprehensive and tenacious, but they do not rush to a decision. But in our flowing affairs a decision must be made, -- the best, if you can; but any is better than none. There are twenty ways of going to a point, and one is the shortest; but set out at once on one. A man who has that presence of mind which can bring to him on the instant all he knows, is worth for action a dozen men who know as much, but can only bring it to light slowly. The good Speaker in the House is not the man who knows the theory of parliamentary tactics, but the man who decides off-hand. The good judge is not he who does hair-splitting justice to every allegation, but who, aiming at substantial justice, rules something intelligible for the guidance of suitors. The good lawyer is not the man who has an eye to every side and angle of contingency, and qualifies all his qualifications, but who throws himself on your part so heartily, that he can get you out of a scrape. Dr. Johnson said, in one of his flowing sentences, "Miserable beyond all names of wretchedness is that unhappy pair, who are doomed to reduce beforehand to the principles of abstract reason all the details of each domestic day. There are cases where little can be said, and much must be done."
The second substitute for temperament is drill, the power of
use and routine. The hack is a better roadster than the Arab barb.
In chemistry, the galvanic stream, slow, but continuous, is equal in
power to the electric spark, and is, in our arts, a better agent. So
in human action, against the spasm of energy, we offset the
continuity of drill. We spread the same amount of force over much
time, instead of condensing it into a moment. 'Tis the same ounce of
gold here in a ball, and there in a leaf. At West Point, Col.
Buford, the chief engineer, pounded with a hammer on the trunnions of
a cannon, until he broke them off. He fired a piece of ordnance some
hundred times in swift succession, until it burst. Now which stroke
broke the trunnion? Every stroke. Which blast burst the piece?
Every blast. _"Diligence passe sens,"_ Henry VIII. was wont to say,
or, great is drill. John Kemble said, that the worst provincial
company of actors would go through a play better than the best
amateur company. Basil Hall likes to show that the worst regular
troops will beat the best volunteers. Practice is nine tenths. A
course of mobs is good practice for orators. All the great speakers
were bad speakers at first. Stumping it through England for seven
years, made Cobden a consummate debater. Stumping it through New
England for twice seven, trained Wendell Phillips. The way to learn
German, is, to read the same dozen pages over and over a hundred
times, till you know every word and particle in them, and can
pronounce and repeat them by heart. No genius can recite a ballad at
first reading, so well as mediocrity can at the fifteenth or
twentieth readying. The rule for hospitality and Irish `help,' is,
to have the same dinner every day throughout the year. At last, Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy learns to cook it to a nicety, the host learns to carve
it, and the guests are well served. A humorous friend of mine
thinks, that the reason why Nature is so perfect in her art, and gets
up such inconceivably fine sunsets, is, that she has learned how, at
last, by dint of doing the same thing so very often. Cannot one
converse better on a topic on which he has experience, than on one
which is new? Men whose opinion is valued on 'Change,
are only such
as have a special experience, and off that ground their opinion is
not valuable. "More are made good by exercitation, than by nature,"
said Democritus. The friction in nature is so enormous that we
cannot spare any power. It is not question to express our thought,
to elect our way, but to overcome resistances of the medium and
material in everything we do. Hence the use of drill, and the
worthlessness of amateurs to cope with practitioners. Six hours
every day at the piano, only to give facility of touch; six hours a
day at painting, only to give command of the odious materials, oil,
ochres, and brushes. The masters say, that they know a master in
music, only by seeing the pose of the hands on the keys; -- so
difficult and vital an act is the command of the instrument. To have
learned the use of the tools, by thousands of manipulations; to have
learned the arts of reckoning, by endless adding and dividing, is the
power of the mechanic and the clerk.
I remarked in England, in confirmation of a frequent experience at home, that, in literary circles, the men of trust and consideration, bookmakers, editors, university deans and professors, bishops, too, were by no means men of the largest literary talent, but usually of a low and ordinary intellectuality, with a sort of mercantile activity and working talent. Indifferent hacks and mediocrities tower, by pushing their forces to a lucrative point, or by working power, over multitudes of superior men, in Old as in New England.
I have not forgotten that there are sublime considerations
which limit the value of talent and superficial success. We can
easily overpraise the vulgar hero. There are sources on which we
have not drawn. I know what I abstain from. I adjourn what I have
to say on this topic to the chapters on Culture and Worship. But
this force or spirit, being the means relied on by Nature for
bringing the work of the day about, -- as far as we attach importance
to household life, and the prizes of the world, we must respect that.
And I hold, that an economy may be applied to it; it is as much a
subject of exact law and arithmetic as fluids and gases are; it may
be husbanded, or wasted; every man is efficient only as he is a
container or vessel of this force, and never was any signal act or
achievement in history, but by this expenditure. This is not gold,
but the gold-maker; not the fame, but the exploit.
If these forces and this husbandry are within reach of our
will, and the laws of them can be read, we infer that all success,
and all conceivable benefit for man, is also, first or last, within
his reach, and has its own sublime economies by which it may be
attained. The world is mathematical, and has no casualty, in all its
vast and flowing curve. Success has no more eccentricity, than the
gingham and muslin we weave in our mills. I know no more affecting
lesson to our busy, plotting New England brains, than to go into one
of the factories with which we have lined all the watercourses in the
States. A man hardly knows how much he is a machine, until he begins
to make telegraph, loom, press, and locomotive, in his own image.
But in these, he is forced to leave out his follies and hindrances,
so that when we go to the mill, the machine is more moral than we.
Let a man dare go to a loom, and see if he be equal to it. Let
machine confront machine, and see how they come out. The world-mill
is more complex than the calico-mill, and the architect stooped less.
In the gingham-mill, a broken thread or a shred spoils the web
through a piece of a hundred yards, and is traced back to the girl
that wove it, and lessens her wages. The stockholder, on being shown
this, rubs his hands with delight. Are you so cunning, Mr.
Profitloss, and do you expect to swindle your master and employer, in
the web you weave? A day is a more magnificent cloth than any
muslin, the mechanism that makes it is infinitely cunninger, and you
shall not conceal the sleezy, fraudulent, rotten hours you have
slipped into the piece, nor fear that any honest thread, or
straighter steel, or more inflexible shaft, will not testify in the
web.