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men eat them. '
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"Here you are all got together at this sale of fineries and
knick-knacks. You call them goods; but if you do not take care,
they will prove evils to some of you. You expect they will be
sold cheap, and perhaps they may, for less than they cost; but
if you have no occasion for them, they must be dear to you.
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need of, and ere long thou shalt sell thy necessaries. ' And
again, At a great pennyworth pause a while. ' He means that
perhaps the cheapness is apparent only and not real; or the bar-
gain, by straitening thee in thy business, may do thee more
harm than good. For in another place he says, 'Many have
been ruined by buying good pennyworths. ' Again, 'It is foolish
to lay out money in a purchase of repentance;' and yet this
folly is practiced every day at auctions, for want of minding the
Almanack. Many a one, for the sake of finery on the back,
have gone with a hungry belly and half starved their families.
'Silks and satins, scarlet and velvets, put out the kitchen fire,' as
Poor Richard says.
"These are not the necessaries of life; they can scarcely be
called the conveniences: and yet, only because they look pretty,
how many want to have them! By these and other extravagances
the genteel are reduced to poverty, and forced to borrow of those
whom they formerly despised, but who through industry and fru-
gality have maintained their standing; in which case it appears
plainly that 'A plowman on his legs is higher than a gentle-
man on his knees,' as poor Richard says. Perhaps they have had
a small estate left them, which they knew not the getting of;
they think, 'It is day, and will never be night;' that a little to
be spent out of so much is not worth minding; but 'Always tak-
ing out of the meal-tub and never putting in, soon comes to the
bottom,' as Poor Richard says; and then, 'When the well is dry,
they know the worth of water. ' But this they might have known
before, if they had taken his advice. 'If you would know the
value of money, go and try to borrow some: for he that goes
a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing,' as Poor Richard says; and indeed,
so does he that lends to such people, when he goes to get it in
again. Poor Dick further advises and says:-
'Fond pride of dress is sure a very curse;
Ere fancy you consult, consult your purse. '
And again, 'Pride is as loud a beggar as Want, and a great
deal more saucy. ' When you have bought one fine thing, you
must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece;
but Poor Dick says, 'It is easier to suppress the first desire, than
to satisfy all that follow it. ' And it is as truly folly for the poor
to ape the rich, as for the frog to swell in order to equal the
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'Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore. '
It is however a folly soon punished; for, as Poor Richard says,
'Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt. Pride breakfasted
with Plenty, dined with Poverty, and supped with Infamy. ' And
after all, of what use is this pride of appearance, for which so
much is risked, so much is suffered ? It cannot promote health
nor ease pain; it makes no increase of merit in the person; it
creates envy; it hastens misfortune.
"But what madness must it be to run in debt for these super-
fluities! We are offered by the terms of this sale six months'
credit; and that perhaps has induced some of us to attend it,
because we cannot spare the ready money, and hope now to be
fine without it. But ah! think what you do when you run in
debt: you give to another power over your liberty. If you can-
not pay at the time, you will be ashamed to see your creditor;
you will be in fear when you speak to him; you will make poor,
pitiful, sneaking excuses, and by degrees come to lose your ve-
racity and sink into base downright lying; for The second vice
is lying, the first is running in debt,' as Poor Richard says: and
again to the same purpose, Lying rides upon Debt's back;'
whereas a free-born Englishman ought not to be ashamed nor
afraid to see or speak to any man living. But poverty often
deprives a man of all spirit and virtue. It is hard for an empty
bag to stand upright. '
(
"What would you think of that prince or of that government
who should issue an edict forbidding you to dress like a gentle-
man or a gentlewoman, on pain of imprisonment or servitude?
Would you not say that you were free, have a right to dress as
you please; and that such an edict would be a breach of your
privileges, and such a government tyrannical? And yet you are
about to put yourself under such tyranny, when you run in debt
for such dress! Your creditor has authority, at his pleasure, to
deprive you of your liberty by confining you in jail till you shall
be able to pay him. When you have got your bargain, you may
perhaps think little of payment; but as Poor Richard says, 'Cred-
itors have better memories than debtors; creditors are a super-
stitious sect, great observers of set days and times. ' The day
comes round before you are aware, and the demand is made
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mind, the term which at first seemed so long will, as it lessens,
appear extremely short. Time will seem to have added wings to
his heels as well as his shoulders. Those have a short Lent
who owe money to be paid at Easter. ' At present, perhaps, you
may think yourselves in thriving circumstances, and that you can
bear a little extravagance without injury, but-
-
'For age and want save while you may;
No morning sun lasts a whole day. '
Gain may be temporary and uncertain, but ever while you live,
expense is constant and certain; and 'It is easier to build two
chimneys than to keep one in fuel,' as Poor Richard says; so,
Rather go to bed supperless than rise in debt. '
'Get what you can, and what you get hold;
'Tis the stone that will turn all your lead into gold. '
And when you have got the Philosopher's Stone, sure you will
no longer complain of bad times or the difficulty of paying
taxes.
"This doctrine, my friends, is reason and wisdom: but after
all, do not depend too much upon your own industry and fru-
gality and prudence, though excellent things; for they may all be
blasted, without the blessing of Heaven; and therefore ask that
blessing humbly, and be not uncharitable to those that at pres-
ent seem to want it; but comfort and help them. Remember,
Job suffered and was afterwards prosperous.
"And now, to conclude, 'Experience keeps a dear school, but
fools will learn in no other,' as Poor Richard says, and scarce in
that; for it is true, 'We may give advice, but we cannot give
conduct. ' However, remember this: They that will not be
counseled, cannot be helped;' and further, that 'If you will not
hear Reason, she will surely rap your knuckles,' as Poor Richard
says. "
Thus the old gentleman ended his harangue.
The people
heard it and approved the doctrine; and immediately practiced
the contrary, just as if it had been a common sermon; for the
auction opened and they began to buy extravagantly. I found
the good man had thoroughly studied my Almanacks, and digested
all I had dropped on these topics during the course of twenty-
five years.
The frequent mention he made of me must have
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with it, though I was conscious that not a tenth part of the wis-
dom was my own, which he had ascribed to me, but rather the
gleanings that I had made of the sense of all ages and nations.
However, I resolved to be the better for the echo of it; and
though I had at first determined to buy stuff for a new coat, I
went away resolved to wear my old one a little longer. Reader,
if thou wilt do the same, thy profit will be as great as mine. I
am, as ever, thine to serve thee,
RICHARD SAUNDERS.
SPEECH IN THE FEDERAL CONVENTION, IN FAVOR OF OPEN-
ING ITS SESSIONS WITH PRAYER
Mr. President:
THE
HE small progress we have made, after four or five weeks'
close attendance and continual reasons with each other, our
different sentiments on almost every question, several of
the last producing as many Noes as Ayes, is, methinks, a melan-
choly proof of the imperfection of the human understanding.
We indeed seem to feel our own want of political wisdom,
since we have been running all about in search of it. We have
gone back to ancient history for models of government, and ex-
amined the different forms of those republics, which, having been
originally formed with the seeds of their own dissolution, now
no longer exist; and we have viewed modern States all round
Europe, but find none of their constitutions suitable to our cir
cumstances.
In this situation of this assembly, groping as it were in the
dark to find political truth, and scarce able to distinguish it
when presented to us, how has it happened, sir, that we have
not hitherto once thought of humbly applying to the Father of
Lights to illuminate our understandings? In the beginning of
the contest with Britain, when we were sensible of danger, we
had daily prayers in this room for the Divine protection.
prayers, sir, were heard; and they were graciously answered. All
of us who were engaged in the struggle must have observed fre-
quent instances of a superintending Providence in our favor. To
that kind Providence we owe this happy opportunity of consult-
ing in peace on the means of establishing our future national
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do we imagine we no longer need its assistance? I have lived,
sir, a long time; and the longer I live, the more convincing.
proofs I see of this truth, that GOD governs in the affairs of
men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his
notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid?
We have been assured, sir, in the sacred writings, that "except
the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it. " I
firmly believe this; and I also believe that without his concurring
aid, we shall succeed in this political building no better than the
builders of Babel: we shall be divided by our little partial local
interests, our projects will be confounded, and we ourselves shall
become a reproach and a byword down to future ages. And
what is worse, mankind may hereafter, from this unfortunate
instance, despair of establishing government by human wisdom,
and leave it to chance, war, and conquest.
I therefore beg leave to move,—
That henceforth prayers, imploring the assistance of Heaven
and its blessing on our deliberations, be held in this assembly
every morning before we proceed to business; and that one or
more of the clergy of this city be requested to officiate in that
service.
ON WAR
I
AGREE with you perfectly in your disapprobation of war. Ab-
stracted from the inhumanity of it, I think it wrong in point
of human prudence; for whatever advantage one nation would
obtain from another, whether it be part of their territory, the
liberty of commerce with them, free passage on their rivers, etc. ,
it would be much cheaper to purchase such advantage with
ready money than to pay the expense of acquiring it by war.
An army is a devouring monster; and when you have raised it,
you have, in order to subsist it, not only the fair charges of pay,
clothing, provisions, arms, and ammunition, with numberless
other contingent and just charges to answer and satisfy, but you
have all the additional knavish charges of the numerous tribe of
contractors to defray, with those of every other dealer who fur-
nishes the articles wanted for your army, and takes advantage of
that want to demand exorbitant prices. It seems to me that if
statesmen had a little more arithmetic, or were more accustomed
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that Canada might have been purchased from France for a tenth
part of the money England spent in the conquest of it. And if
instead of fighting with us for the power of taxing us, she had
kept us in good humor by allowing us to dispose of our own
money, and now and then giving us a little of hers, by way of
donation to colleges, or hospitals, or for cutting canals, or forti-
fying ports, she might have easily drawn from us much more by
our occasional voluntary grants and contributions than ever she
could by taxes. Sensible people will give a bucket or two of
water to a dry pump, that they may afterwards get from it all
they have occasion for. Her ministry were deficient in that little
point of common-sense; and so they spent one, hundred millions
of her money and after all lost what they contended for.
REVENGE
LETTER TO MADAME HELVÉTIUS
M
ORTIFIED at the barbarous resolution pronounced by you
so positively yesterday evening,-that you would remain
single the rest of your life, as a compliment due to the
memory of your husband,-I retired to my chamber. Throwing
myself upon my bed, I dreamt that I was dead, and was trans-
ported to the Elysian Fields.
I was asked whether I wished to see any persons in particu-
lar; to which I replied that I wished to see the philosophers. —
"There are two who live here at hand in this garden; they are
good neighbors, and very friendly towards one another. " - "Who
are they? ". Socrates and Helvétius. "-"I esteem them both
highly; but let me see Helvétius first, because I understand a
little French, but not a word of Greek. " I was conducted to
him he received me with much courtesy, having known me, he
said, by character, some time past. He asked me a thousand
questions relative to the war, the present state of religion, of
liberty, of the government in France. "You do not inquire,
then," said I, "after your dear friend, Madame Helvétius; yet she
loves you exceedingly: I was in her company not more than an
hour ago. " "Ah," said he, "you make me recur to my past hap-
piness, which ought to be forgotten in order to be happy here.
For many years I could think of nothing but her, though at
length I am consoled. I have taken another wife, the most like
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her that I could find; she is not indeed altogether so handsome,
but she has a great fund of wit and good sense; and her whole
study is to please me. She is at this moment gone to fetch the
best nectar and ambrosia to regale me; stay here awhile and you
will see her. " "I perceive," said I, "that your former friend is
more faithful to you than you are to her; she has had several
good offers, but refused them all. I will confess to you that I
loved her extremely; but she was cruel to me, and rejected me
peremptorily for your sake. " "I pity you sincerely," said he,
"for she is an excellent woman, handsome and amiable. But do
not the Abbé de la Roche and the Abbé Morellet visit her? "
"Certainly they do; not one of your friends has dropped her ac-
quaintance. "—"If you had gained the Abbé Morellet with a
bribe of good coffee and cream, perhaps you would have suc-
ceeded: for he is as deep a reasoner as Duns Scotus or St.
Thomas: he arranges and methodizes his arguments in such a
manner that they are almost irresistible. Or if by a fine edition
of some old classic you had gained the Abbé de la Roche to
speak against you, that would have been still better; as I always
observed that when he recommended anything to her, she had a
great inclination to do directly the contrary. " As he finished
these words the new Madame Helvétius entered with the nectar,
and I recognized her immediately as my former American friend
Mrs. Franklin! I reclaimed her, but she answered me coldly:-
"I was a good wife to you for forty-nine years and four months,
-nearly half a century; let that content you. I have formed a
new connection here, which will last to eternity. "
Indignant at this refusal of my Eurydice, I immediately re-
solved to quit those ungrateful shades, and return to this good
world again, to behold the sun and you! Here I am: let us
avenge ourselves!
THE EPHEMERA; AN EMBLEM OF HUMAN LIFE
LETTER TO MADAME BRILLON OF PASSY, WRITTEN IN 1778
--
You
may remember, my dear friend, that when we lately spent
that happy day in the delightful garden and sweet society
of the Moulin Joly, I stopped a little in one of our walks,
and stayed some time behind the company. We had been shown
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whose successive generations, we were told, were bred and ex-
pired within the day. I happened to see a living company of
them on a leaf, who appeared to be engaged in conversation.
You know I understand all the inferior animal tongues. My too
great application to the study of them is the best excuse I can
give for the little progress I have made in your charming lan-
guage. I listened through curiosity to the discourse of these
little creatures; but as they in their natural vivacity spoke three
or four together, I could make but little of their conversation.
I found however by some broken expressions that I heard now
and then, they were disputing warmly on the merit of two foreign
musicians, one a cousin, the other a moscheto; in which dispute
they spent their time, seemingly as regardless of the shortness
of life as if they had been sure of living a month. Happy peo-
ple! thought I; you are certainly under a wise, just, and mild
government, since you have no public grievances to complain of,
nor any subject of contention but the perfections and imperfec-
tions of foreign music. I turned my head from them to an old
gray-headed one, who was single on another leaf, and talking to
himself. Being amused with his soliloquy, I put it down in
writing, in hopes it will likewise amuse her to whom I am so
much indebted for the most pleasing of all amusements, her
delicious company and heavenly harmony.
"It was," said he, "the opinion of learned philosophers of our
race who lived and flourished long before my time, that this
vast world, the Moulin Joly, could not itself subsist more than
eighteen hours; and I think there was some foundation for that
opinion, since by the apparent motion of the great luminary that
gives life to all nature, and which in my time has evidently de-
clined considerably towards the ocean at the end of our earth, it
must then finish its course, be extinguished in the waters that
surround us, and leave the world in cold and darkness, necessa-
rily producing universal death and destruction. I have lived
seven of those hours, a great age, being no less than four hun-
dred and twenty minutes of time. How very few of us continue
so long! I have seen generations born, flourish, and expire.
My present friends are the children and grandchildren of the
friends of my youth, who are now, alas, no more! And I must
soon follow them; for by the course of nature, though still in
health, I cannot expect to live above seven or eight minutes
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honey-dew on this leaf, which I cannot live to enjoy? What the
political struggles I have been engaged in for the good of my
compatriot inhabitants of this bush, or my philosophical studies
for the benefit of our race in general? for in politics, what can
laws do without morals? Our present race of ephemera will in
a course of minutes become corrupt, like those of other and
older bushes, and consequently as wretched. And in philosophy
how small our progress! Alas! art is long and life is short! My
friends would comfort me with the idea of a name they say I
shall leave behind me; and they tell me I have lived long enough
to nature and to glory. But what will fame be to an ephemera
who no longer exists? and what will become of all history in
the eighteenth hour, when the world itself, even the whole Mou-
lin Joly, shall come to its end, and be buried in universal ruin ? »
To me, after all my eager pursuits, no solid pleasures now
remain but the reflection of a long life spent in meaning well,
the sensible conversation of a few good lady ephemeræ, and now
and then a kind smile and a tune from the ever amiable Bril.
lante.
A PROPHECY
LETTER TO LORD KAMES, JANUARY 3D, 1760
N°
O ONE can more sincerely rejoice than I do, on the reduction
of Canada; and this is not merely as I am a colonist, but
as I am a Briton. I have long been of opinion that the
foundations of the future grandeur and stability of the British
empire lie in America; and though like other foundations they are
low and little now, they are nevertheless broad and strong enough
to support the greatest political structure that human wisdom.
ever yet erected. I am therefore by no means for restoring
Canada. If we keep it, all the country from the St. Lawrence to
the Mississippi will in another century be filled with British peo-
ple. Britain itself will become vastly more populous, by the
immense increase of its commerce; the Atlantic sea will be cov-
ered with your trading ships; and your naval power, thence con-
tinually increasing, will extend your influence round the whole
globe, and awe the world! If the French remain in Canada they
will continually harass our colonies by the Indians, and impede
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best be slow, and give room for many accidents that may forever
prevent it. But I refrain, for I see you begin to think my
notions extravagant, and look upon them as the ravings of a mad
prophet.
EARLY MARRIAGES
LETTER TO JOHN ALLEYNE, DATED CRAVEN STREET, AUGUST 9TH, 1768
You
ou desire, you say, my impartial thoughts on the subject of
an ea marriage, way of answer to the numberless
objections that have been made by numerous persons to
your own. You may remember, when you consulted me on the
occasion, that I thought youth on both sides to be no objection.
Indeed, from the marriages that have fallen under my observa-
tion, I am rather inclined to think that early ones stand the best
chance of happiness. The temper and habits of the young are
not become so stiff and uncomplying as when more advanced in
life; they form more easily to each othe and hence many occa-
sions of disgust are removed. And if youth has less of that pru-
dence which is necessary to manage a family, yet the parents and
elder friends of young married persons are generally at hand to
afford their advice, which amply supplies that defect; and by
early marriage, youth is sooner formed to regular and useful life;
and possibly some of those accidents or connections that might
have injured the constitution or reputation, or both, are thereby
happily prevented.
Particular circumstances of particular persons may possibly
sometimes make it prudent to delay entering into that state; but
in general, when nature has rendered our bodies fit for it, the pre-
sumption is in nature's favor, that she has not judged amiss in
making us desire it. Late marriages are often attended, too, with
this further inconvenience: that there is not the same chance
that the parents will live to see their offspring educated. "Late
children," says the Spanish proberb, "are early orphans. " A mel-
ancholy reflection to those whose case it may be! With us in
America, marriages are generally in the morning of life; our
children are therefore educated and settled in the world by noon:
and thus, our business being done, we have an afternoon and
evening of cheerful leisure to ourselves; such as our friend at
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more children; and from the mode among us, founded by nature,
every mother suckling and nursing her own child, more of them
are raised.
Thence the swift progress of population among us,
unparalleled in Europe.
In fine, I am glad you are married, and congratulate you most
cordially upon it. You are now in the way of becoming a useful
citizen; and you have escaped the unnatural state of celibacy for
life, the fate of many here who never intended it, but who, having
too long postponed the change of their condition, find at length
that it is too late to think of it, and so live all their lives in a
situation that greatly lessens a man's value. An odd volume of
a set of books bears not the value of its proportion to the set.
What think you of the odd half of a pair of scissors? It cannot
well cut anything; it may possibly serve to scrape a trencher.
Pray make my compliments and best wishes acceptable to
your bride.
I am old and heavy, or I should ere this have pre-
sented them in person. I shall make but small use of the old
man's privilege, that of giving advice to younger friends. Treat
your wife always with respect: it will procure respect to you, not
only from her, but from all that observe it. Never use a slight-
ing expression to her, even in jest; for slights in jest, after fre-
quent bandyings, are apt to end in angry earnest. Be studious
in your profession, and you will be learned. Be industrious and
frugal, and you will be rich. Be sober and temperate, and you
will be healthy. Be in general virtuous, and you will be happy:
at least, you will, by such conduct, stand the best chance for
such consequences. I pray God to bless you both; being ever
your affectionate friend.
THE ART OF VIRTUE
From the Autobiography,' in Bigelow's Edition of Franklin's Works
WⓇ
WE HAVE an English proverb that says, "He that would thrive
must ask his wife. " It was lucky for me that I had one
as much disposed to industry and frugality as myself.
She assisted me cheerfully in my business, folding and stitching
pamphlets, tending shop, purchasing old linen rags for the paper-
makers, etc. , etc. We kept no idle servants; our table was plain
and simple, our furniture of the cheapest. For instance, my
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But
out of a twopenny earthen porringer, with a pewter spoon.
mark how luxury will enter families, and make a progress, in
spite of principle: being called one morning to breakfast, I found
it in a china bowl, with a spoon of silver! They had been
bought for me without my knowledge by my wife, and had cost
her the enormous sum of three-and-twenty shillings, for which
she had no other excuse or apology to make but that she
thought her husband deserved a silver spoon and china bowl as
well as any of his neighbors. This was the first appearance of
plate and china in our house, which afterward, in a course of
years, as our wealth increased, augmented gradually to several
hundred pounds in value.
I had been religiously educated as a Presbyterian; and though
some of the dogmas of that persuasion, such as the eternal de-
crees of God, election, reprobation, etc. , appeared to me unintelligi-
ble, others doubtful, and I early absented myself from the public
assemblies of the sect (Sunday being my studying day), I never
was without some religious principles. I never doubted, for in-
stance, the existence of the Deity; that he made the world, and
governed it by his Providence; that the most acceptable service
of God was the doing good to man; that our souls are immortal;
and that all crime will be punished and virtue rewarded, either
here or hereafter.
These I esteemed the essentials of every
religion; and being to be found in all the religions we had in
our country, I respected them all, though with different degrees
of respect, as I found them more or less mixed with other ar-
ticles, which, without any tendency to inspire, promote, or con-
firm morality, served principally to divide us and make us
unfriendly to one another. This respect to all, with an opinion
that the worst had some good effects, induced me to avoid all
discourse that might tend to lessen the good opinion another
might have of his own religion; and as our province increased in
people, and new places of worship were continually wanted, and
generally erected by voluntary contribution, my mite for such
purpose, whatever might be the sect, was never refused.
Though I seldom attended any public worship, I had still an
opinion of its propriety, and of its utility when rightly conducted,
and I regularly paid my annual subscription for the support of
the only Presbyterian minister or meeting we had in Philadelphia.
He used to visit me sometimes as a friend, and admonish me
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on to do so, once for five Sundays successively. Had he been in
my opinion a good preacher, perhaps I might have continued,
notwithstanding the occasion I had for the Sunday's leisure in
my course of study; but his discourses were chiefly either polemic
arguments, or explications of the peculiar doctrines of our sect,
and were all to me very dry, uninteresting, and unedifying, since
not a single moral principle was inculcated or enforced; their
aim seeming to be rather to make us Presbyterians than good
citizens.
At length he took for his text that verse of the fourth chap-
ter of Philippians, "Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true,
honest, just, pure, lovely, or of good report, if there be any
virtue or any praise, think on these things. " And I imagined, in
a sermon on such a text, we could not miss of having some
morality. But he confined himself to five points only, as meant
by the Apostle, viz. :- 1. Keeping holy the Sabbath day. 2.
Being diligent in reading the holy Scriptures. 3. Attending duly
the public worship. 4. Partaking of the Sacrament. 5. Paying a
due respect to God's ministers. —These might be all good things;
but as they were not the kind of good things that I expected
from that text, I despaired of ever meeting with them from any
other, was disgusted, and attended his preaching no more. I
had some years before composed a little liturgy, or form of
prayer, for my own private use (viz. , in 1728), entitled 'Articles
of Belief and Acts of Religion. ' I returned to the use of this,
and went no more to the public assemblies. My conduct might
be blamable, but I leave it, without attempting further to excuse
it; my present purpose being to relate facts, and not to make
apologies for them.
It was about this time I conceived the bold and arduous pro-
ject of arriving at moral perfection. I wished to live without
committing any fault at any time; I would conquer all that
either natural inclination, custom, or company might lead me
into. As I knew, or thought I knew, what was right and wrong,
I did not see why I might not always do the one and avoid the
other.
I made a little book in which I allotted a page for each of
the virtues. I ruled each page with red ink so as to have seven
columns, one for each day of the week, marking each column
with a letter for the day. I crossed these columns with thirteen
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of one of the virtues, on which line, and in its proper column, I
might mark, by a little black spot, every fault I found upon ex-
amination to have been committed respecting that virtue upon
that day.
And conceiving God to be the fountain of wisdom, I thought
it right and necessary to solicit his assistance for obtaining it;
to this end I formed the following little prayer, which was pre-
fixed to my tables of examination, for daily use:
―
"O powerful Goodness! bountiful Father! merciful Guide! Increase
in me that wisdom which discovers my truest interest. Strengthen
my resolutions to perform what that wisdom dictates. Accept my
kind offices to thy other children as the only return in my power for
thy continual favors to me. "
I used also sometimes a little prayer which I took from Thom-
son's Poems, viz. :
―
"Father of light and life, thou Good supreme!
O teach me what is good; teach me thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit; and fill my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure;
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! "
I entered upon the execution of this plan for self-examination,
and continued it with occasional intermissions for some time. I
was surprised to find myself so much fuller of faults than I had
imagined; but I had the satisfaction of seeing them diminish.
My scheme of Order gave me the most trouble; and I found
that though it might be practicable where a man's business was
such as to leave him the disposition of his time,- that of a jour-
neyman printer, for instance, it was not possible to be exactly
observed by a master, who must mix with the world, and often
receive people of business at their own hours. Order, too, with
regard to places for things, papers, etc. , I found extremely diffi-
cult to acquire. I had not been early accustomed to it; and hav-
ing an exceeding good memory, I was not so sensible of the
inconvenience attending want of method. This article, therefore,
cost me so much painful attention, and my faults in it vexed me
so much, and I made so little progress in amendment, and had
such frequent relapses, that I was almost ready to give up the
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respect; like the man who in buying an axe of a smith, my
neighbor, desired to have the whole of its surface as bright as the
edge. The smith consented to grind it bright for him if he
would turn the wheel; he turned, while the smith pressed the
broad face of the axe hard and heavily on the stone, which made
the turning of it very fatiguing. The man came every now and
then from the wheel to see how the work went on, and at length
would take his axe as it was without farther grinding. "No,"
said the smith, "turn on, turn on; we shall have it bright by-
and-by; as yet, it is only speckled. " "Yes," says the man, "but
I think I like a speckled axe best. " And I believe this may have
been the case with many who, having for want of some such
means as I employed, found the difficulty of obtaining good and
breaking bad habits in other points of vice and virtue, have given
up the struggle and concluded that "a speckled axe was best":
for something that pretended to be reason was every now and
then suggesting to me that such extreme nicety as I exacted of
myself might be a kind of foppery in morals, which if it were
known would make me ridiculous; that a perfect character might
be attended with the inconvenience of being envied and hated;
and that a benevolent man should allow a few faults in himself,
to keep his friends in countenance.
In truth, I found myself incorrigible with respect to order;
and now I am grown old, and my memory bad, I feel very
sensibly the want of it. But on the whole, though I never
arrived at the perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining,
but fell far short of it, yet I was, by the endeavor, a better and
a happier man than I otherwise should have been if I had not
attempted it; as those who aim at perfect writing by imitating
the engraved copies, though they never reach the wished-for
excellence of those copies, their hand is mended by the endeavor,
and is tolerable while it continues fair and legible.
It may be well my posterity should be informed that to this
little artifice, with the blessing of God, their ancestor owed the
constant felicity of his life down to his 79th year, in which this
is written. What reverses may attend the remainder is in the
hand of Providence; but if they arrive, the reflection on past
happiness enjoyed ought to help his bearing them with more
resignation. To Temperance he ascribes his long-continued
health, and what is still left to him of a good constitution; to
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and acquisition of his fortune, with all that knowledge that
enabled him to be a useful citizen, and obtained for him some
degree of reputation among the learned; to Sincerity and Justice,
the confidence of his country, and the honorable employs it con-
ferred upon him; and to the joint influence of the whole mass of
the virtues, even in the imperfect state he was able to acquire
them, all that evenness of temper, and that cheerfulness in con-
versation, which makes his company still sought for, and agree-
able even to his younger acquaintance. I hope therefore that
some of my descendants may follow the example and reap the
benefit.
It will be remarked that though my scheme was not wholly
without religion, there was in it no mark of any of the distin-
guishing tenets of any particular sect. I had purposely avoided
them; for being fully persuaded of the utility and excellency of
my method, and that it might be serviceable to people in all
religions, and intending some time or other to publish it, I
would not have anything in it that should prejudice any one of
any sect against it.
In this piece it was my design to explain and enforce this
doctrine: that vicious actions are not hurtful because they are
forbidden, but forbidden because they are hurtful, the nature of
man alone considered; that it was therefore every one's interest
to be virtuous, who wished to be happy even in this world; and
I should from this circumstance (there being always in the world
a number of rich merchants, nobility, States, and princes who
have need of honest instruments for the management of their
affairs, and such being so rare) have endeavored to convince
young persons that no qualities were so likely to make a poor
man's fortune as those of probity and integrity.
My list of virtues contained at first but twelve: but a Quaker
friend having kindly informed me that I was generally thought
proud; that my pride showed itself frequently in conversation;
that I was not content with being in the right when discussing
any point, but was overbearing and rather insolent, of which he
convinced me by mentioning several instances; I determined
endeavoring to cure myself, if I could, of this vice or folly among
the rest, and I added Humility to my list, giving an extensive
meaning to the word.
I cannot boast of much success in acquiring the reality of this
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it. I made it a rule. to forbear all direct contradiction to the
sentiments of others, and all positive assertion of my own. I
even forbid myself, agreeably to the old laws of our Junto, the
use of every word or expression in the language that imported a
fixed opinion, such as certainly, undoubtedly, etc. , and I adopted,
instead of them, I conceive, I apprehend, or I imagine a thing to
be so or so; or it so appears to me at present. When another
asserted something that I thought an error, I denied myself the
pleasure of contradicting him abruptly, and of showing immedi-
ately some absurdity in his proposition; and in answering I began
by observing that in certain cases or circumstances his opinion
would be right, but in the present case there appeared or seemed
to me some difference, etc. I soon found the advantage of this
change in my manner; the conversations I engaged in went on
more pleasantly. The modest way in which I proposed my opin-
ions procured them a readier reception and less contradiction;
had less mortification when I was found to be in the wrong, and
I more easily prevailed with others to give up their mistakes and
join with me when I happened to be in the right.
And this mode, which I at first put on with some violence to
natural inclination, became at length so easy and so habitual to
me, that perhaps for these fifty years past no one has ever heard
a dogmatical expression escape me. And to this habit (after my
character of integrity) I think it principally owing that I had
early so much weight with my fellow-citizens when I proposed
new institutions, or alterations in the old, and so much influence
in public councils when I became a member; for I was but a
bad speaker, never eloquent, subject to much hesitation in my
choice of words, hardly correct in language: and yet I generally
carried my points.
In reality, there is perhaps no one of our natural passions
so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it
down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive,
and will every now and then peep out and show itself; you will
see it perhaps often in this history; for even if I could conceive
that I had completely overcome it, I should probably be proud of
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5964
LOUIS HONORÉ FRECHETTE
(1839-)
BY MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN
OUIS HONORÉ FRÉCHETTE, the best known of the French-Cana-
dian poets, was born near the forties, at Lévis, a suburb of
Quebec. He is patriotic; his genius is plainly that of New
France, while the form of it is of that older France which produced
the too exquisite sonnets of Voiture; and what counts greatly with
the Canadians, he has received the approbation of the Academy; he
is a personage in Paris, where he spends a great deal of time. From
'Nos Gens de Lettres' (Our Literary Workers: Montreal, 1873), we
learn that the father of M. Fréchette was a man of business, and
that he did not encourage his son's poetic tendencies to the detri-
ment of the practical side of his character.
Lévis has traditions which are part of that stirring French-Cana-
dian history now being made known to us by Mrs. Catherwood and
Gilbert Parker. And the great St. Lawrence spoke to him in
"All those nameless voices, which are
Beating at the heart. "
At the age of eight he began to write verses. He was told by his
careful father that poets never become rich; but he still continued to
make verses. He grew to be a philosopher as well as a poet, and a
little later became firmly of Horace's opinion, that a poet to be
happy does not need riches gained by work. His father, who no
doubt felt that a philosopher of this cult was not fit for the world,
sent him to the Seminary at Quebec. At the Seminary he continued
to write verses. The teachers there found merit in the verses. The
"nameless voices" still beat at his heart, though the desks of the
preparatory college had replaced the elms of the St. Lawrence. But
poets are so rare that even when one is caught young, his captors
doubt his species. The captors in this case determined to see
whether Pegasus could trot as well as gallop. "Transport yourself,
little Fréchette," they said, "to the Council of Clermont and be a
troubadour. " What is time to the poet? He became a troubadour:
but this was not enough; his preceptors were still in doubt; they
locked him in a room and gave him as a subject the arrival of Mgr.
de Laval in Canada. An hour passed; the first sufferings of the
young poet having abated, he produced his verses. It was evident
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that Pegasus could acquire any pace. His talent was questioned no
more.
As he became older, Fréchette had dreams of becoming a man of
action, and began to learn telegraphy at Ogdensburg; but he found
the art too long and life too brief. He went back to the seminary
and contributed 'Mes Loisirs' (My Spare Hours) to the college paper.
From the seminary-the Petit Seminaire, of course,- he went to the
College of Ste. Anne, to Nicolet, and finally to Laval University,
"singing, and picking up such crumbs of knowledge as suited his
taste. »
In 1864 M. Fréchette was admitted to practice at the bar of
Quebec. He was a poet first and always; but just at this time he
was second a journalist, third a politician, and perhaps fourth a bar-
rister. He began to publish a paper, Le Journal de Lévis. It failed:
disgusted, he bade farewell to Canada, and began in Chicago the
publication of L'Observateur: it died in a day. He poured forth his
complaints in 'Voix d'un Exilé' (The Voice of an Exile). "Never,"
cries M. Darveau in 'Nos Gens de Lettres' (Our Literary Workers),
"did Juvenal scar the faces of the corrupt Romans as did Fréchette
lash the shoulders of our wretched politicians. ” His L'Amérique, a
journal started in Chicago, had some success, but it temporarily
ruined Fréchette, as the Swiss whom he had placed in charge of it
suddenly changed its policy, and made it sympathize with Germany
in the Franco-Prussian war.
Fréchette's early prose is fiery and eloquent; his admirers com-
pared it to that of Louis Veuillot and Junius, for the reason, proba-
bly, that he used it to denounce those whom he hated politically.
Fréchette's verse has the lyrical ring. And although M. Camille
Doucet insisted that the French Academy in crowning his poems
honored a Frenchman, it must be remembered that Fréchette is both
an American and a British subject; and these things, not likely to
disarm Academical conservatism, made the action the more significant
of the poet's value.
There is strong and noble passion in 'La Voix d'un Exilé' and in
the Ode to the Mississippi. ' His arraignment of the Canadian poli-
ticians may be forgotten without loss,-no doubt he has by this time
forgiven them,- but the real feeling of the poet, who finds in the
Mississippi the brother of his beloved St. Lawrence, is permanent:-
«Adieu, vallons ombreux, mes campagnes fleuries,
Mes montagnes d'azur et mes blondes prairies,
Mon fleuve harmonieux, mon beau ciel embaumé —
Dans les grandes cités, dans les bois, sur les grêves,
Ton image flottera dans mes rêves,
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LOUIS HONORÉ FRÉCHETTE
Je n'écouterai plus, dans nos forêts profondes,
Dans nos près verdoyants, et sur nos grandes ondes,
Toutes ces voix sans nom qui font battre le cœur. "
[Farewell, shaded valleys, my flowery meadows, my azure mountains and
my pale prairies, my musical stream, my fair sky! In the great towns, in
the wood, along the water-sides, thy scenes will float on in my dreams, O
Canada, my beloved!
I shall hear no more, in our deep forests, in our verdant meads and upon
our broad waters, all those nameless voices which make one's heart throb. ]
In 1865 the first book of poems which appealed to the world from
French Canada appeared. It was Fréchette's 'Mes Loisirs' (My Spare
Hours). Later came Pêle-Mêle' (Pell-Mell), full of fine cameo-like
poems, but like cameos that are flushed by an inner and vital fire.
Longfellow praised 'Pêle-Mêle': it shows the influence of Hugo and
Lamartine; it has the beauty of De Musset, with more freshness and
"bloom" than that poet of a glorious past possessed; but there are
more traces of Lamartine in 'Pêle-Mêle' than of Hugo.
"Fréchette's imagination," says an admiring countryman of his,
"is a chisel that attacks the soulless block; and with it he easily
forms a column or a flower. " His poems have grown stronger as he
has become more mature. There is a great gain in dramatic force,
so that it has surprised none of his readers that he should have at-
tempted tragedy with success. He lost some of that quality of dain-
tiness which distinguished Le Matin' (Morning), 'La Nuit' (Night),
and Fleurs Fanées' (Faded Flowers). The 'Pensées d'Hiver' (Win-
ter Reflections) had this quality, but 'La Dernière Iroquoise (The
Last Iroquois) rose above it, and like much of 'Les Fleurs Boréales'
(Boreal Flowers) and his latest work, it is powerful in spirit. yet
retains the greatest chastity of form.
M. Fréchette translated several of Shakespeare's plays for the
Théâtre Français. After 'Les Fleurs Boréales' was crowned by the
Academy, there appeared 'Les Oiseaux de Neige' (The Snow-Birds),
'Feuilles Volantes' (Leaves in the Wind), and 'La Forêt Vierge' (The
Virgin Forest). The volume which shows the genius of Fréchette at
its highest is undoubtedly 'La Légende d'un Peuple' (The Legend
of a Race), which has an admirable preface by Jules Claretie.
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LOUIS HONORÉ FRÉCHETTE
5967
OUR HISTORY
Fragments from 'La Légende d'un Peuple': translated by Maurice Francis Egan
O
HISTORY of my country,-set with pearls unknown,-
With love I kiss thy pages venerated.
O register immortal, poem of dazzling light
Written by France in purest of her blood!
Drama ever acting, records full of pictures
Of high facts heroic, stories of romance,
Annals of the giants, archives where we follow,
As each leaf we turn, a life resplendent,
And find a name respected or a name beloved,
Of men and women of the antique time!
Where the hero of the past and the hero of the future
Give the hand of friendship and the kiss of love;
Where the crucifix and sword, the plowshare and the volume,—
Everything that builds and everything that saves,-
Shine, united, living glories of past time
And of time that is to be.
--
The glories of past time, serene and pure before you,
O virtues of our day!
Hail first to thee, O Cartier, brave and hardy sailor,
Whose footstep sounded on the unexplored shores
Of our immense St. Lawrence. Hail, Champlain,
Maisonneuve, illustrious founders of two cities,
Who show above our waves their rival beauties.
There was at first only a group of Bretons
Brandishing the sword-blade and the woodman's axe,
Sea-wolves bronzed by sea-winds at the port of St. Malo;
Cradled since their childhood beneath the sky and water,
Men of iron and high of heart and stature,
They, under eye of God, set sail for what might come.
Seeking, in the secrets of the foggy ocean,
Not the famous El Dorados, but a soil where they might plant,
As symbols of their saving, beside the cross of Christ,
The flag of France.
After them came blond-haired Normans
And black-eyed Pontevins, robust colonists,
To make the path a road, and for this holy work
To offer their strong arms: the motive was the same;
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They seemed to know no dangers; or rather,
They seemed to seek the ruin that they did not meet.
Frightful perils vainly rose before them,
And each element against them vainly had conspired:
These children of the furrow founded an empire!
Then, conquering the waves of great and stormy lakes,
Crossing savannahs with marshes of mud,
Piercing the depths of the forests primeval,
Here see our founders and preachers of Faith!
Apostles of France, princes of our God,
Having said farewell to the noise of the world,
They came to the bounds of the New World immense
To sow the seed of the future,
And to bear, as the heralds of eternal law,
To the end of the world the torch of progress.
Leaning on his bow, ferociously calm,
The child of the forest, bitter at heart,
A hunted look mingling with his piercing glance,
Sees the strangers pass,— encamped on the plain or ambushed
in the woods,-
And thinks of the giant spirits he has seen in his dreams.
For the first time he trembles and fears-
Then casting off his deceitful calm,
He will rush forth, uttering his war-cry,
To defend, foot by foot, his soil so lately virgin,
And ferocious, tomahawk in hand, bar this road to civiliza-
tion!
A cowardly king, tool of a more cowardly court,
Satyr of the Parc aux cerfs, slave at the Trianon,
Plunged in the horrors of nameless debauches,
At the caprice of Pompadour dancing like an atom,—
The blood of his soldiers and the honor of his kingdom,
Of our dying heroes hearing he no voice.
Montcalm, alas! conquered for the first time,
Falling on the field of battle, wrapped in his banner.
Lévis, last fighter of the last fight,
Tears - avenging France and her pride! -
supreme triumph from fate.
That was all. In front of our tottering towers
The stranger planted his insolent colors,
And an old flag, wet with bitter tears,
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LOUIS HONORÉ FRÉCHETTE
5969
Paraphrased by Maurice Francis Egan
WORLD in agony breathes its last sigh!
A
Gaze on the remnants of an ancient race,-
Great kings of desert terrible to face,
Crushed by the new weights that upon them lie;
Stand near the Falls, and at this storied place
You see a humble hamlet;-by-and-by
You'll talk of ambuscades and treacherous chase.
CAUGHNAWAGA
L^
Can history or sight a traitor be?
Where are the red men of the rolling plains?
Ferocious Iroquois,-ah, where is he? -
Without concealment (this for all our pains! )
The Chief sells groceries for paltry gains,
With English tang in speech of Normandy!
LOUISIANA
Paraphrased from Les Feuilles Volantes,' by Maurice Francis Egan
AND of the Sun! where Fancy free
Weaveth her woof beneath a sky of gold,
Another Andalusia, thee I see;
-
Thy charming memories my heart-strings hold,
As if the song of birds had o'er them rolled.
In thy fresh groves, where scented orange glows,
Circle vague loves about my longing heart;
Thy dark banana-trees, when soft wind flows,
In concert weird take up their sombre part,
As evening shadows, listening, float and dart.
'Neath thy green domes, where the lianas cling,
Show tropic flowers with wide-opened eyes,
With arteries afire till morn-birds sing;
More than old Werthier, in new love's surprise,
Stand on the threshold of thy Paradise.
Son of the North, I, of the realm of snows,-
Vision afar, but always still a power,-
In these soft nights and in the days of rose,
Dreaming I feel, e'en in the saddest hour,
Within my heart unclose a golden flower.
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LOUIS HONORÉ FRÉCHETTE
5970
THE DREAM OF LIFE
TO MY SON
Paraphrased from 'Les Feuilles Volantes,' by Maurice Francis Egan
T TWENTY years, a poet lone,
Α'
I, when the rosy season came,
Walked in the woodland, to make moan
For some fair dame;
And when the breezes brought to me
The lilac spent in fragrant stream,
I wove her infidelity
In love's young dream.
A lover of illusions, I!
Soon other dreams quite filled my heart,
And other loves as suddenly
Took old love's part.
One Glory, a deceitful fay,
Who flies before a man can stir,
Surprised my poor heart many a day,—
I dreamed of her!
But now that I have grown so old,
At lying things I grasp no more.
My poor deceived heart takes hold
Of other lore.
Another life before us glows,
Casts on all faithful souls its gleam:
Late, late, my heart its glory knows,—
Of it I dream!


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5971
HAROLD FREDERIC
(1856-)
M
R. FREDERIC was born in Utica, New York, August 19th, 1856.
He spent his boyhood in that neighborhood, and was edu-
cated in its schools. The rural Central New York of a half-
century ago was a region of rich farms, of conservative ideas, and of
strong indigenous types of character. These undoubtedly offered un-
conscious studies to the future novelist.
Like many of his guild he began writing on a newspaper, rising
by degrees from the position of reporter to that of editor. The drill
and discipline taught him to make the most
of time and opportunity, and he contrived
leisure enough to write two or three long
stories. Working at journalism in Utica,
Albany, and New York, in 1884 he became
chief foreign correspondent of the New
York Times, making his headquarters in
London, where he has since lived.