No More Learning

WY
TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ.
Dear Sir:
Hy should you importune me so earnestly to write? Of
what importance can it be to hear of distant friends to a
man who finds himself welcome wherever he goes, and
makes new friends faster than he can want them? If to the
delight of such universal kindness of reception, anything can be
added by knowing that you retain my good-will, you may indulge
yourself in the full enjoyment of that small addition.
I am glad that you made the round of Lichfield with so much
success: the oftener
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It was pleasing to me to read that Mrs. Aston was so well, and
that Lucy Porter was so glad to see you.
In the place where you now are, there is much to be ob-
served; and you will easily procure yourself skillful directors.
But what will you do to keep away the black dog that worries
you at home ?
If you would, in compliance with your father's
advice, inquire into the old tenures and old charters of Scotland,
you would certainly open to yourself many striking scenes of the
manners of the Middle Ages. The feudal system, in a country
half barbarous, is naturally productive of great anomalies in civil
life. The knowledge of past times is naturally growing less in
all cases not of public record; and the past time of Scotland is
so unlike the present, that it is already difficult for a Scotchman
to image the economy of his grandfather. Do not be tardy nor
negligent; but gather up eagerly what can yet be found.
We have, I think, once talked of another project,-a history
of the late insurrection in Scotland, with all its incidents. Many
falsehoods are passing into uncontradicted history. Voltaire, who
loved a striking story, has told what he could not find to be
true.
You may make collections for either of these projects, or for
both, as opportunities occur, and digest your materials at leisure.
The great direction which Burton has left to men disordered like
you, is this: Be not solitary; be not idle - which I would thus
modify: If you are idle, be not solitary; if you are solitary, be
not idle.
There is a letter for you, from
Your humble servant,
SAM. JOHNSON
LONDON, October 27, 1779.
TO MRS. LUCY PORTER IN LICHFIELD
L'
Dear Madam :
IFE is full of troubles. I have just lost my dear friend Thrale.
I hope he is happy; but I have had a great loss. I am
otherwise pretty well. I require some care of myself, but
that care is not ineffectual; and when I am out of order I think
it often my own fault.
The spring is now making quick advances. As it is the sea-
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hope that both you and I shall partake of its benefits. My de-
sire is to Lichfield; but being left executor to my friend, I
know not whether I can be spared; but I will try, for it is now
long since we saw one another; and how little we can promise
ourselves many more interviews, we are taught by hourly exam-
ples of mortality. Let us try to live so as that mortality may
not be an evil. Write to me soon, my dearest; your letters will
give me great pleasure.
I am sorry that Mr. Porter has not had his box; but by
sending it to Mr. Mathias, who very readily undertook its convey-
ance, I did the best I could, and perhaps before now he has it.
Be so kind as to make my compliments to my friends: I have
a great value for their kindness, and hope to enjoy it before
summer is past. Do write to me.
I am, dearest love,
Your most humble servant,
LONDON, April 12, 1781.
SAM. JOHNSON.
I
I.
2.
TO MR. PERKINS
Dear Sir:
AM much pleased that you are going a very long journey,
which may, by proper conduct, restore your health and pro-
long your life.
Observe these rules:-
Turn all care out of your head as soon as you mount the
chaise.
Do not think about frugality: your health is worth more
than it can cost.
3.
Do not continue any day's journey to fatigue.
Take now and then a day's rest.
5.
Get a smart sea-sickness if you can.
6. Cast away all anxiety, and keep your mind easy.
This last direction is the principal; with an unquiet mind
neither exercise, nor diet, nor physic can be of much use.
I wish you, dear Sir, a prosperous journey, and a happy re-
covery.
I am, dear Sir,
Your most affectionate humble servant,
July 28, 1782.
Sam. JOHNSON.
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FROM A LETTER TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ.
IFE, as Cowley seems to say, ought to resemble a well-ordered
poem; of which one rule generally received is, that the ex-
ordium should be simple, and should promise little. Begin
your new course of life with the least show and the least expense
possible: you may at pleasure increase both, but you cannot easily
diminish them. Do not think your estate your own while any
man can call upon you for money which you cannot pay; there-
fore begin with timorous parsimony. Let it be your first care
not to be in any man's debt.
When the thoughts are extended to a future state, the present
life seems hardly worthy of all those principles of conduct and
maxims of prudence which one generation of men has transmit-
ted to another; but upon a closer view, when it is perceived how
much evil is produced and how much good is impeded by embar-
rassment and distress, and how little room the expedients of pov-
erty leave for the exercise of virtue, it grows manifest that the
boundless importance of the next life enforces some attention to
the interests of this.
Be kind to the old servants, and secure the kindness of the
agents and factors; do not disgust them by asperity, or unwel-
come gayety, or apparent suspicion. From them you must learn
the real state of your affairs, the characters of your tenants, and
the value of your lands.
Make my compliments to Mrs. Boswell: I think her expecta-
tions from air and exercise are the best that she can form. I
hope she will live long and happily.
TO MRS. THRALE
O"
N MONDAY the 16th I sat for my picture, and walked a con-
siderable way with little inconvenience. In the afternoon
and evening I felt myself light and easy, and began to
plan schemes of life. Thus I went to bed, and in a short time
waked and sat up, as has been long my custom; when I felt a
confusion and indistinctness in my head, which lasted I suppose
about half a minute. I was alarmed, and prayed God that how-
a
ever he might afflict my body, he would spare my understanding.
This prayer, that I might try the integrity of my faculties, I
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them not to be very good; I made them easily, and concluded
myself to be unimpaired in my faculties.
Soon after, I perceived that I had suffered a paralytic stroke,
and that my speech was taken from me. I had no pain, and
so little dejection in this dreadful state, that I wondered at
my own apathy; and considered that perhaps death itself, when
it should come, would excite less horror than seems now to
attend it.
In order to rouse the vocal organs, I took two drams. Wine
has been celebrated for the production of eloquence. I put
myself into violent motion, and I think repeated it; but all was
vain. I then went to bed, and strange as it may seem, I think
slept. When I saw light, it was time to contrive what I should
do. Though God stopped my speech, he left me my hand; I
enjoyed a mercy which was not granted to my dear friend Law-
rence, who now perhaps overlooks me as I am writing, and re-
joices that I have what he wanted. My first note was necessarily
to my servant, who came in talking, and could not immediately
comprehend why he should read what I put into his hands.
I then wrote a card to Mr. Allen, that I might have a dis-
creet friend at hand, to act as occasion should require. In pen-
ning this note I had some difficulty: my hand, I knew not how
nor why, made wrong letters. I then wrote to Dr. Taylor to
come to me, and bring Dr. Heberden; and I sent to Dr. Brock-
lesby, who is my neighbor. My physicians are very friendly,
and give me great hopes; but you may imagine my situation. I
have so far recovered my vocal powers as to repeat the Lord's
Prayer with no imperfect articulation. My memory, I hope, yet
remains as it was; but such an attack produces solicitude for the
safety of every faculty.
A PRIVATE PRAYER BY DR. JOHNSON
O
God, giver and preserver of all life, by whose power I was
created, and by whose providence I am sustained, look
down upon me with tenderness and mercy; grant that I
may not have been created to be finally destroyed; that I may
not be preserved to add wickedness to wickedness.
O Lord, let me not sink into total depravity: look down upon
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Almighty and most merciful Father, who has continued my
life from year to year, grant that by longer life I may become
less desirous of sinful pleasures, and more careful of eternal hap-
piness.
Let not my years be multiplied to increase my guilt; but as
my age advances, let me become more pure in my thoughts,
more regular in my desires, and more obedient to thy laws.
Forgive, o merciful Lord, whatever I have done contrary to
thy laws.
Give me such a sense of my wickedness as may
produce true contrition and effectual repentance: so that when I
shall be called into another state, I may be received among the
sinners to whom sorrow and reformation have obtained pardon,
for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.
WEALTH
From the Rambler, No. 58, October 6th, 1750
A
S THE love of money has been, in all ages, one of the passions
that have given great disturbance to the tranquillity of the
world, there is no topic more copiously treated by the an-
cient moralists than the folly of devoting the heart to the accu-
mulation of riches. They who are acquainted with these authors
need not be told how riches excite pity, contempt, or reproach
whenever they are mentioned; with what numbers of examples
the danger of large possessions is illustrated; and how all the
powers of reason and eloquence have been exhausted in endeavors
to eradicate a desire which seems to have intrenched itself too
strongly in the mind to be driven out, and which perhaps had
not lost its power even over those who declaimed against it, but
would have broken out in the poet or the sage, if it had been
excited by opportunity, and invigorated by the approximation of
its proper object.
Their arguments have been indeed so unsuccessful, that I
know not whether it can be shown that by all the wit and
reason which this favorite cause has called forth, a single convert
was ever made; that even one man has refused to be rich, when
to be rich was in his power, from the conviction of the greater
happiness of a narrow fortune; or disburthened himself of wealth
when he had tried its inquietudes, merely to enjoy the peace and
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It is true, indeed, that many have neglected opportunities of
raising themselves to honors and to wealth, and rejected he
kindest offers of fortune: but however their moderation may be
boasted by themselves, or admired by such as only view them
at a distance, it will be perhaps seldom found that they value
riches less, but that they dread labor or danger more than others;
they are unable to rouse themselves to action, to strain in the
race of competition, or to stand the shock of contest: but though
they therefore decline the toil of climbing, they nevertheless wish
themselves aloft, and would willingly enjoy what they dare not
seize.
Others have retired from high stations, and voluntarily con-
demned themselves to privacy and obscurity. But even these
will not afford many occasions of triumph to the philosopher: for
they have commonly either quitted that only which they thought
themselves unable to hold, and prevented disgrace by resigna-
tion; or they have been induced to try new measures by general
inconstancy, which always dreams of happiness in novelty, or by
a gloomy disposition, which is disgusted in the same degree with
every state, and wishes every scene of life to change as soon as
it is beheld. Such men found high and low stations equally un-
able to satisfy the wishes of a distempered mind, and were unable
to shelter themselves in the closest retreat from disappointment,
solitude, and misery.
Yet though these admonitions have been thus neglected by
those who either enjoyed riches or were able to procure them,
is not rashly to be determined that they are altogether without
use; for since far the greatest part of mankind must be confined
to conditions comparatively mean, and placed in situations from
which they naturally look up with envy to the eminences placed
before them, those writers cannot be thought ill employed that
have administered remedies to discontent almost universal, by
shewing that what we cannot reach may very well be forborne,
that the inequality of distribution at which we murmur is for the
most part less than it seems, and that the greatness which we
admire at a distance has much fewer advantages and much less
splendor when we are suffered to approach it.
It is the business of moralists to detect the frauds of fortune,
and to shew that she imposes upon the careless eye by a quick
succession of shadows, which will shrink to nothing in the gripe;
that she disguises life in extrinsic ornaments, which serve only
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for show, and are laid aside in the hours of solitude and of
pleasure; and that when greatness aspires either to felicity or
wisdom, it shakes off those distinctions which dazzle the gazer
and awe the supplicant.
It may be remarked that they whose condition has not afforded
them the light of moral or religious instruction, and who collect
all their ideas by their own eyes and digest them by their own
understandings, seem to consider those who are placed in ranks of
remote superiority as almost another and higher species of beings.
As themselves have known little other misery than the conse-
quences of want, they are with difficulty persuaded that where
there is wealth there can be sorrow, or that those who glitter in
dignity and glide along in affluence can be acquainted with pains
and cares like those which lie heavy upon the rest of mankind.
This prejudice is indeed confined to the lowest meanness and
the darkest ignorance; but it is so confined only because others
have been shown its folly and its falsehood, because it has been
opposed in its progress by history and philosophy, and hindered
from spreading its infection by powerful preservatives.
The doctrine of the contempt of wealth, though it has not
been able to extinguish avarice or ambition, or suppress that
reluctance with which a man passes his days in a state of inferi-
ority, must at least have made the lower conditions less grating
and wearisome, and has consequently contributed to the general
security of life, by hindering that fraud and violence, rapine and
circumvention which must have been produced by an unbounded
eagerness of wealth, arising from an unshaken conviction that to
be rich is to be happy.
Whoever finds himself incited, by some violent impulse of pas-
sion, to pursue riches as the chief end of being, must surely be
so much alarmed by the successive admonitions of those whose
experience and sagacity have recommended them as the guides
of mankind, as to stop and consider whether he is about to
engage in an undertaking that will reward his toil, and to exam-
ine before he rushes to wealth, through right and wrong, what it
will confer when he has acquired it; and this examination will
seldom fail to repress his ardor and retard his violence.
Wealth is nothing in itself; it is not useful but when it
departs from us; its value is found only in that which it can
purchase, - which if we suppose it put to its best use by those
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a wise man. It is certain that with regard to corporal enjoy-
ment, money can neither open new avenues to pleasure nor
block up the passages of anguish. Disease and infirmity still
continue to torture and enfeeble, perhaps exasperated by luxury
or promoted by softness. With respect to the mind, it has rarely
been observed that wealth contributes much to quicken the dis-
cernment, enlarge the capacity, or elevate the imagination; but
may, by hiring flattery or laying diligence asleep, confirm error
and harden stupidity.
Wealth cannot confer greatness; for nothing can make that
great which the decree of nature has ordained to be little. The
bramble may be placed in a hot-bed, but can never become an
oak. Even royalty itself is not able to give that dignity which
it happens not to find, but oppresses feeble minds, though it may
elevate the strong. The world has been governed in the name
of kings whose existence has scarcely been perceived by any real
effects beyond their own palaces.
When therefore the desire of wealth is taking hold of the
heart, let us look round and see how it operates upon those
whose industry or fortune has obtained it. When we find them
oppressed with their own abundance, luxurious without pleasure,
idle without ease, impatient and querulous in themselves, and
despised or hated by the rest of mankind, we shall soon be
convinced that if the real wants of our condition are satisfied,
there remains little to be sought with solicitude or desired with
eagerness.
OLD AGE AND DEATH
From the Rambler, No. 69, November 13th, 1750
N
A
OLD Greek epigrammatist, intending to shew the miseries
that attend the last stage of man, imprecates upon those
who are so foolish as to wish for long life, the calamity
of continuing to grow old from century to century. He thought
that no adventitious or foreign pain was requisite; that decrepi-
tude itself was an epitome of whatever is dreadful; and nothing
could be added to the curse of age, but that it should be ex-
tended beyond its natural limits.
The most indifferent or negligent spectator can indeed scarcely
retire without heaviness of heart from a view of the last scenes
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parts of the drama were distinguished by opposition of conduct,
contrariety of designs, and dissimilitude of personal qualities, all
involved in one common distress, and all struggling with afflic-
tion which they cannot hope to overcome.
The other miseries which waylay our passage through the
world, wisdom may escape and fortitude may conquer: by cau-
tion and circumspection we may steal along with very little to
obstruct or incommode us; by spirit and vigor we may force a
way, and reward the vexation of contest by the pleasures of vic-
tory. But a time must come when our policy and bravery shall
be equally useless; when we shall all sink into helplessness and
sadness, without any power of receiving solace from the pleasures
that have formerly delighted us, or any prospect of emerging into
a second possession of the blessings that we have lost.
The industry of man has indeed not been wanting in endeav-
ors to procure comforts for these hours of dejection and melan-
choly, and to gild the dreadful gloom with artificial light. The
most usual support of old age is wealth. He whose possessions
are large and whose chests are full imagines himself always for-
tified against invasions on his authority. If he has lost all other
means of government, if his strength and his reason fail him,
he can at last alter his will; and therefore all that have hopes
must likewise have fears, and he may still continue to give laws
to such as have not ceased to regard their own interest.
This is indeed too frequently the citadel of the dotard; the
last fortress to which age retires, and in which he makes the
stand against the upstart race that seizes his domains, disputes
his commands, and cancels his prescriptions. But here, though
there may be safety, there is no pleasure; and what remains is
but a proof that more was once possessed.
Nothing seems to have been more universally dreaded by the
ancients than orbity, or want of children; and indeed to a man
who has survived all the companions of his youth,— all who
have participated his pleasures and his cares, have been engaged
in the same events and filled their minds with the same concep-
tions, - this full-peopled world is a dismal solitude. He stands
forlorn and silent, neglected or insulted, in the midst of multi-
tudes animated with hopes which he cannot share and employed
in business which he is no longer able to forward or retard; nor
can he find any to whom his life or his death are of importance,
unless he has secured some domestic gratifications, some tender
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employments, and endeared himself to some whose interest and
gratitude may unite them to him.
So different are the colors of life as we look forward to the
future or backward to the past, and so different the opinions
and sentiments which this contrariety of appearance naturally
produces, that the conversation of the old and young ends gen-
erally with contempt or pity on either side. To a young man
entering the world with fullness of hope and ardor of pursuit,
nothing is so unpleasing as the cold caution, the faint expecta-
tions, the scrupulous diffidence, which experience and disappoint-
ments certainly infuse: and the old man wonders in his turn
that the world never can grow wiser; that neither precepts nor
testimonies can cure boys of their credulity and sufficiency; and
that no one can be convinced that snares are laid for him, till
he finds himself entangled.
Thus one generation is always the scorn and wonder of the
other; and the notions of the old and young are like liquors of
different gravity and texture, which never can unite. The spir-
its of youth, sublimed by health and volatilized by passion, soon
leave behind them the phlegmatic sediment of weariness and
deliberation, and burst out in temerity and enterprise. The
tenderness therefore which nature infuses, and which long habits
of beneficence confirm, is necessary to reconcile such opposition;
and an old man must be a father, to bear with patience those
follies and absurdities which he will perpetually imagine himself
to find in the schemes and expectations, the pleasures and the
sorrows, of those who have not yet been hardened by time and
chilled by frustration.
Yet it may be doubted whether the pleasure of seeing child-
ren ripening into strength be not overbalanced by the pain of
seeing some fall in the blossom, and others blasted in their
growth; some shaken down with storms, some tainted with can-
kers, and some shriveled in the shade: and whether he that
extends his care beyond himself does not multiply his anxieties
more than his pleasures, and weary himself to no purpose by
superintending what he cannot regulate.
But though age be to every order of human beings suffi-
ciently terrible, it is particularly to be dreaded by fine ladies,
who have no other end or ambition than to fill up the day and
the night with dress, diversions, and flattery; and who, having
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constantly caught all their ideas from the current prattle of the
hour, and been indebted for all their happiness to compliments
and treats. With these ladies age begins early, and very often
lasts long: it begins when their beauty fades, when their mirth
loses its sprightliness and their motion its ease. From that time
all which gave them joy vanishes from about them. They hear
the praises bestowed on others, which used to swell their bosoms
with exultation. They visit the seats of felicity, and endeavor
.
to continue the habit of being delighted. But pleasure is only
received when we believe that we give it in return. Neglect and
petulance inform them that their power and their value are
past; and what then remains but a tedious and comfortless uni-
formity of time, without any motion of the heart or exercise of
the reason ?
Yet however age may discourage us by its appearance from
considering it in prospect, we shall all by degrees certainly be
old; and therefore we ought to inquire what provision can be
made against that time of distress? what happiness can be stored
up against the winter of life? and how we may pass our latter
years with serenity and cheerfulness?
It has been found by the experience of mankind that not
even the best seasons of life are able to supply sufficient gratifi-
cations, without anticipating uncertain felicities; it cannot surely
be supposed that old age, worn with labors, harassed with anxie-
ties, and tortured with diseases, should have any gladness of its
own, or feel any satisfaction from the contemplation of the pres-
ent. All the comfort that can now be expected must be recalled
from the past, or borrowed from the future: the past is very
soon exhausted, all the events or actions of which the memory
can afford pleasure are quickly recollected; and the future lies
beyond the grave, where it can be reached only by virtue and
devotion.
Piety is the only proper and adequate relief of decaying man.
He that grows old without religious hopes, as he declines into
imbecility, and feels pains and sorrows incessantly crowding
upon him, falls into a gulf of bottomless misery, in which every
reflection must plunge him deeper, and where he finds only new
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A STUDY OF MILTON'S PARADISE LOST)
From Milton,' in the Lives of the Poets )
M" ety; a greater work calls for greater care.
ilton's little pieces may be dispatched without much anxi-
I am now to
examine Paradise Lost'; a poem which considered with
respect to design may claim the first place, and with respect to
performance the second, among the productions of the human
mind.
By the general consent of critics the first praise of genius is
due to the writer of an epic poem, as it requires an assemblage
of all the powers which are singly sufficient for other composi-
tions. Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth, by call-
ing imagination to the help of reason. Epic poetry undertakes to
teach the most important truths by the most pleasing precepts,
and therefore relates some great event in the most affecting
manner. History must supply the writer with the rudiments of
narration, which he must improve and exalt by a nobler art,
must animate by dramatic energy, and diversify by retrospection
and anticipation; morality must teach him the exact bounds and
different shades of vice and virtue; from policy and the practice
of life he has to learn the discriminations of character and the
tendency of the passions, either single or combined; and physi-
ology must supply him with illustrations and images. To put these
materials to poetical use, is required an imagination capable of
painting nature and realizing fiction. Nor is he yet a poet till he
has attained the whole extension of his language, distinguished
all the delicacies of phrase and all the colors of words, and
learned to adjust their different sounds to all the varieties of
metrical modulation.
Bossu is of opinion that the poet's first work is to find a
moral, which his fable is afterwards to illustrate and establish.
This seems to have been the process only of Milton: the moral
of other poems is incidental and consequent; in Milton's only
it is essential and intrinsic. His purpose was the most useful
and the most arduous: “to vindicate the ways of God to man;"
to show the reasonableness of religion, and the necessity of obe-
dience to the Divine Law.
To convey this moral there must be a fable; a narration art-
fully constructed, so as to excite curiosity and surprise expecta-
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equaled every other poet. He has involved in his account of
the Fall of Man the events which preceded and those that were
to follow it; he has interwoven the whole system of theology
with such propriety that every part appears to be necessary; and
scarcely any recital is wished shorter for the sake of quickening
the progress of the main action.
The subject of an epic poem is naturally an event of great
importance. That of Milton is not the destruction of a city, the
conduct of a colony, or the foundation of an empire. His sub-
ject is the fate of worlds, the revolutions of heaven and of earth;
rebellion against the Supreme King, raised by the highest order
of created beings; the overthrow of their host, and the punish-
ment of their crime; the creation of a new race of reasonable
creatures; their original happiness and innocence, their forfeiture
of immortality, and their restoration to hope and peace.
Of the probable and the marvelous, two parts of a vulgar epic
poem which immerge the critic in deep consideration, the Para-
dise Lost' requires little to be said. It contains the history of
a miracle,- of creation and redemption; it displays the power
and the mercy of the Supreme Being: the probable therefore is
marvelous, and the marvelous is probable. The substance of
the narrative is truth; and as truth allows no choice, it is, like
necessity, superior to rule. To the accidental or adventitious
parts, as to everything human, some slight exceptions may be
made; but the main fabric is immovably supported.
To the completeness or integrity of the design nothing can be
objected: it has distinctly and clearly what Aristotle requires-a
beginning, a middle, and an end. There is perhaps no poem of
the same length from which so little can be taken without ap-
parent mutilation.
Here are no funeral games, nor is there any
long description of a shield. The short digressions at the begin-
ning of the third, seventh, and ninth books might doubtless be
spared; but superfluities so beautiful who would take away? or
who does not wish that the author of the Iliad had gratified
succeeding ages with a little knowledge of himself? Perhaps
no passages are more attentively read than those extrinsic para-
graphs; and since the end of poetry is pleasure, that cannot be
unpoetical with which all are pleased.
The questions whether the action of the poem be strictly
one, whether the poem can be properly termed heroic, and who
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of judgment rather from books than from reason. Milton, though
he entitled Paradise Lost' only a poem,” yet calls it himself
"heroic song. " Dryden petulantiy and indecently denies the
heroism of Adam, because he was overcome; but there is no
reason why the hero should not be unfortunate, except established
practice, since success and virtue do not go necessarily together.
Cato is the hero of Lucan; but Lucan's authority will not be
suffered by Quintilian to decide. However, if success be neces-
sary, Adam's deceiver was at last crushed; Adam was restored
to his Maker's favor, and therefore may securely resume his
human rank.
After the scheme and fabric of the poem, must be considered
its component parts, the sentiments and the diction.
The sentiments, as expressive of manners or appropriated to
characters, are for the greater part unexceptionably just. Splen-
did passages containing lessons of morality or precepts of pru-
dence occur seldom. Such is the original formation of this
poem, that as it admits no human manners till the Fall, it can
give little assistance to human conduct. Its end is to raise the
thoughts above sublunary cares or pleasures. Yet the praise of
that fortitude with which Abdiel maintained his singularity of
virtue against the scorn of multitudes may be accommodated
to all times; and Raphael's reproof of Adam's curiosity after
the planetary motions, with the answer returned by Adam, may
be confidently opposed to any rule of life which any poet has
delivered.
The thoughts which are occasionally called forth in the pro-
gress are such as could only be produced by an imagination in
the highest degree fervid and active, to which materials were
supplied by incessant study and unlimited curiosity. The heat of
Milton's mind may be said to sublimate his learning, to throw off
into his work the spirit of science, unmingled with its grosser
parts.
He had considered creation in its whole extent, and his de-
scriptions are therefore learned. He had accustomed his imagi-
nation to unrestrained indulgence, and his conceptions therefore
were extensive. The characteristic quality of his poem is sublim-
ity. He sometimes descends to the elegant, but his element is
the great.
He can occasionally invest himself with grace; but
his natural port is gigantic loftiness. He can please when pleas-
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He seems to have been well acquainted with his own genius,
and to know what it was that nature had bestowed upon him
more bountifully than upon others,— the power of displaying the
vast, illuminating the splendid, enforcing the awful, darkening the
gloomy, and aggravating the dreadful: he therefore chose a sub-
ject on which too much could not be said, on which he might
tire his fancy without the censure of extravagance.
The appearances of nature, and the occurrences of life, did not
satiate his appetite of greatness. To paint things as they are,
requires a minute attention, and employs the memory rather than
the fancy. Milton's delight was to sport in the wide regions of
possibility; reality was a scene too narrow for his mind. He sent
his faculties out upon discovery, into worlds where only imagina-
tion can travel, and delighted to form new modes of existence,
and furnish sentiment and action to superior beings; to trace the
counsels of hell, or accompany the choirs of heaven.
But he could not be always in other worlds; he must some-
times revisit earth, and tell of things visible and known. When
he cannot raise wonder by the sublimity of his mind, he gives
delight by its fertility.
The ancient epic poets, wanting the light of Revelation, were
very unskillful teachers of virtue; their principal characters may
be great, but they are not amiable. The reader may rise from
their works with a greater degree of active or passive fortitude,
and sometimes of prudence; but he will be able to carry away
few precepts of justice, and none of mercy. From the Italian
writers it appears that the advantages of even Christian knowl-
edge may be possessed in vain. Ariosto's pravity is generally
known; and though the “Deliverance of Jerusalem' may be
considered as a sacred subject, the poet has been very sparing
of moral instruction. In Milton every line breathes sanctity of
thought and purity of manners, except when the train of the
narration requires the introduction of the rebellious spirits; and
even they are compelled to acknowledge their subjection to God,
in such a manner as excites reverence and confirms piety.
Of human beings there are but two; but those two are the
parents of mankind, venerable before their fall for dignity and
innocence, and amiable after it for repentance and submission.
In the first state their affection is tender without weakness, and
their piety sublime without presumption. When they have sinned,
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ought to cease in mutual forbearance; how confidence of the
Divine favor is forfeited by sin, and how hope of pardon may
be obtained by penitence and prayer. A state of innocence we
can only conceive, if indeed in our present misery it be possible
to conceive it; but the sentiments and worship proper to a fallen
and offending being we have all to learn, as we have all to
practice.
The poet, whatever be done, is always great. Our progeni-
tors in their first state conversed with angels; even when folly
and sin had degraded them, they had not in their humiliation
«the port of mean suitors”; and they rise again to reverential
regard when we find that their prayers were heard.
As human passions did not enter the world before the Fall,
there is in the Paradise Lost' little opportunity for the pathetic;
but what little there is, has not been lost. That passion which
is peculiar to rational nature, the anguish arising from the con-
sciousness of transgression, and the horrors attending the sense
of the Divine displeasure, are very justly described and forcibly
impressed. But the passions are moved only on one occasion:
sublimity is the general and prevailing quality in this poem;
sublimity variously modified, — sometimes descriptive, sometimes
argumentative.
The defects and faults of Paradise Lost'— for faults and
defects every work of man must have — it is the business of
impartial criticism to discover. As in displaying the excellence
of Milton I have not made long quotations, because of selecting
beauties there had been no end, I shall in the same general
manner mention that which seems to deserve censure; for what
Englishman can take delight in transcribing passages which, if
they lessen the reputation of Milton, diminish in some degree the
honor of our country ?
The generality of my scheme does not admit the frequent
notice of verbal inaccuracies: which Bentley, perhaps better
skilled in grammar than poetry, has often found, - though he
sometimes made them,- and which he imputed to the obtrus-
ions of a reviser whom the author's blindness obliged him to
employ; a supposition rash and groundless if he thought it true,
and vile and pernicious if — as is said — he in private allowed
–
it to be false.
The plan of Paradise Lost' has this inconvenience, that it
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and woman who act and suffer are in a state which no other man
woman can ever know. The reader finds no transaction in
which he can be engaged, beholds no condition in which he
can by any effort of imagination place himself; he has therefore
little natural curiosity or sympathy.
We all indeed feel the effects of Adam's disobedience; we
all sin like Adam, and like him must all bewail our offenses; we
have restless and insidious enemies in the fallen angels, and in
the blessed spirits we have guardians and friends; in the redemp-
tion of mankind we hope to be included; in the description of
heaven and hell we are surely interested, as we are all to reside
hereafter either in the regions of horror or bliss.
But these truths are too important to be new: they have
been taught to our infancy; they have mingled with our solitary
thoughts and familiar conversations, and are habitually interwoven
with the whole texture of life. Being therefore not new, they
raise no unaccustomed emotion in the mind; what we knew
before, we cannot learn; what is not unexpected, cannot surprise.
Of the ideas suggested by these awful scenes, from some we
recede with reverence, except when stated hours require their
association; and from others we shrink with horror, or admit
them only as salutary inflictions, as counterpoises to our interests
and passions. Such images rather obstruct the career of fancy
than incite it.
Pleasure and terror are indeed the genuine sources of poetry;
but poetical pleasure must be such as human imagination can at
least conceive, and poetical terrors such as human strength and
fortitude may combat. The good and evil of eternity are too
ponderous for the wings of wit; the mind sinks under them in
passive helplessness, content with calm belief and humble adora-
tion.
Known truths, however, may take a different appearance, and
be conveyed to the mind by a new train of intermediate images.
This Milton has undertaken and performed with pregnancy and
vigor of mind peculiar to himself. Whoever considers the few
radical positions which the Scriptures afforded him, will wonder
by what energetic operation he expanded them to such extent,
and ramified them to so much variety, restrained as he was by
religious reverence from licentiousness of fiction.
Here is a full display of the united force of study and gen-
ius,- of a great accumulation of materials, with judgment to
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digest and fancy to combine them: Milton was able to select
from nature or from story, from an ancient fable or from modern
science, whatever could illustrate or adorn his thoughts. An accu- .
mulation of knowledge impregnated his mind, fermented by study
and exalted by imagination.
It has been therefore said, without an indecent hyperbole, by
one of his encomiasts, that in reading Paradise Lost' we read a
book of universal knowledge.
But original deficiency cannot be supplied. The want of
human interest is always felt. Paradise Lost' is one of the
books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to
take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. Its
perusal is a duty rather than a pleasure. We read Milton for
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instruction, retire harassed and overburdened, and look elsewhere
for recreation; we desert our master, and seek for companions.
Another inconvenience of Milton's design is, that it requires
the description of what cannot be described, the agency of spirits.
He saw that immateriality supplied no images, and that he could
not show angels acting but by instruments of action; he there-
fore invested them with form and matter. This being necessary,
was therefore defensible; and he should have secured the con-
sistency of his system by keeping immateriality out of sight, and
enticing his reader to drop it from his thoughts. But he has
unhappily perplexed his poetry with his philosophy. His infernal
and celestial powers are sometimes pure spirit, and sometimes
animated body. When Satan walks with his lance upon the
“burning marl,” he has a body; when, in his passage between
hell and the new world, he is in danger of sinking in the vacu-
ity, and is supported by a gust of rising vapors, he has a body;
when he animates the toad, he seems to be mere spirit, that can
penetrate matter at pleasure; when he starts up in his own
shape,” he has at least a determined form; and when he is
brought before Gabriel, he has a spear and a shield,” which he
had the power of hiding in the toad, though the arms of the
contending angels are evidently material.
The vulgar inhabitants of Pandæmonium, being incorporeal
spirits,” are "at large, though without number,” in a limited
space; yet in the battle when they were overwhelmed by mount-
ains, their armor hurt them, "crushed in upon their substance,
now grown gross by sinning. ” This likewise happened to the
uncorrupted angels, who were overthrown the sooner for their
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arms, for unarmed they might easily as spirits have evaded by
contraction or remove. ” Even as spirits they are hardly spiritual:
for “contraction” and “remove ” are images of matter; but if
they could have escaped without their armor, they might have
escaped from it and left only the empty cover to be battered.
Uriel when he rides on a sunbeam is material; Satan is material
when he is afraid of the prowess of Adam.
The confusion of spirit and matter which pervades the whole
narration of the war of heaven fills it with incongruity; and the
book in which it is related is, I believe, the favorite of children,
and gradually neglected as knowledge is increased.
After the operation of immaterial agents which cannot be
explained, may be considered that of allegorical persons which
have no real existence. To exalt causes into agents, to invest
abstract ideas with form, and animate them with activity, has
always been the right of poetry.
Milton's allegory of Sin and Death is undoubtedly faulty. Sin
is indeed the mother of Death, and may be allowed to be the
portress of hell; but when they stop the journey of Satan, a
journey described as real, and when Death offers him battle, the
allegory is broken. That Sin and Death should have shown the
way to hell, might have been allowed; but they cannot facilitate
the passage by building a bridge, because the difficulty of Satan's
passage is described as real and sensible, and the bridge ought
to be only figurative. The hell assigned to the rebellious spirits
is described as not less local than the residence of man. It is
placed in some distant part of space, separated from the regions
of harmony and order by a chaotic waste and an unoccupied
vacuity; but Sin and Death worked up a “mole of aggravated
soil” cemented with asphaltus, a work too bulky for ideal archi-
tects.
This unskillful allegory appears to me one of the greatest
faults of the poem; and to this there was no temptation but the
author's opinion of its beauty.
To the conduct of the narrative some objections may be
made. Satan is with great expectation brought before Gabriel
in Paradise, and is suffered to go away unmolested. The crea-
tion of man is represented as the consequence of the vacuity
left in heaven by the expulsion of the rebels; yet Satan men-
tions it as a report “rife in Heaven” before his departure. To
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something of anticipation perhaps is now and then discovered.
Adam's discourse of dreams seems not to be the speculation of a
new-created being. I know not whether his answer to the angel's
reproof for curiosity does not want something of propriety: it is
the speech of a man acquainted with many other men. Some
philosophical notions, especially when the philosophy is false,
might have been better omitted. The angel, in a comparison,
speaks of timorous deer,” before deer were yet timorous, and
before Adam could understand the comparison.
Whatever be the faults of his diction, he cannot want the
praise of copiousness and variety. He was master of his lan-
guage in its full extent; and has selected the melodious words
with such diligence, that from his book alone the Art of English
Poetry might be learned
The highest praise of genius is original invention. Milton
cannot be said to have contrived the structure of an epic poem;
and therefore owes reverence to that vigor and amplitude of
mind to which all generations must be indebted for the art
of poetical narration, for the texture of the fable, the variation of
incidents, the interposition of dialogue, and all the stratagems
that surprise and enchain attention. But of all the borrowers
from Homer, Milton is perhaps the least indebted. He was nat-
urally a thinker for himself, confident of his own abilities, and
disdainful of help or hindrance: he did not refuse admission to
the thoughts or images of his predecessors, but he did not seek
them. From his contemporaries he neither courted nor received
support; there is in his writings nothing by which the pride of
other authors might be gratified, or favor gained; no exchange
of praise nor solicitation of support. His great works were per-
formed under discountenance and in blindness; but difficulties
vanished at his touch: he was born for whatever is arduous; and
his work is not the greatest of heroic poems, only because it is
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NE of the most distinctive and pleasant features of American
literature in its development since 1870 has been the work
of Southern writers. They have portrayed in sketch, poem,
and story,— notably in the latter form,—the scenes, types, and nat-
ural beauties of a picturesque and romantic part of the United States,
rich in colors and flavors of its own, and a most hopeful field for
literary cultivation. Different authors, men and women, have drawn
with sympathetic insight the characters peculiar to their own sections
or States, and a product of originality and
value has been the result. To mention but
a few names: Mr. Page and Mrs. Stuart
have done this for Virginia and Alabama,
Miss Murfree for Tennessee, «Octave Tha-
net” for the Southwest, Mr. James Lane
Allen for Kentucky, and Messrs. Harris and
Johnston for Georgia. The last mentioned,
R. M. Johnston, holds an honorable place
amid the elder authors of the South because
of his lively, humorously unctuous, and
truthfully limned studies of Georgia folk.
Richard Malcolm Johnston was born in
1822 in Hancock County, Georgia, and was RICHARD M. JOHNSTON
graduated from Mercer University in that
State in 1841. He was admitted to the bar, and practiced his pro-
fession at Sparta, Georgia; but like the legion before him who have
felt themselves called to scholarship and literature, he turned from
the law, declining such a substantial bait as a judgeship, and in 1857
became professor of belles-lettres in the University of Georgia, holding
the position until the breaking out of the war in 1861. Afterwards
he opened a select classical school at Rockby, in his native county,
and it became a noted institution in the South. In 1867 the school
was moved to the suburbs of Baltimore; and since its abandonment
Colonel Johnston has resided in that city.
The stories which gave him reputation, The Dukesborough Tales,'
first appeared in the old Southern Magazine, and were published later
in book form (1871). Some time before, he had printed his "Georgia
Sketches: By an Old Man' (1864). In 1884 came Old Mark Langston:

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A Tale of Duke's Creek'; in 1885 (Two Grey Tourists'; Mr. Absa-
lom Billingslea and Other Georgia Folk dates from 1888; Ogeechee
Cross-Firings from 1889; and still later books of fiction are Widow
Guthrie (1890); (The Primes and their Neighbors,' Mr. Fortner's
Marital Claims) (1892); (Mr. Billy Downs and his Likes) (1892); and
Little Ike Templin and Other Stories (1894). Colonel Johnston has
also written a biography of Alexander H. Stephens, a sketch of Eng-
lish literature (in collaboration with Professor William Hand Browne),
and several volumes of essays.
Colonel Johnston's representative work is found in the Dukes-
borough Tales. All his later fiction bears a family resemblance to
this inimitable series, in which is reproduced the old-time Georgian
country life among white folks from a supposed contemporary's coign
of vantage, and in a way to give the reader a vivid sense of local
custom, tradition, and trait. The sly fun of these genial stories is
delicious; the revelations of human nature are keen, while the tem-
per is kindly and tolerant. Johnston does for the white people of a
certain period and section what Page and Harris do for the negroes;
and he does it once and for all.
THE EARLY MAJORITY OF MR. THOMAS WATTS
Copyright 1883, by Harper & Brothers. Reprinted by permission of the
author
« () 'tis a parlous boy. ”
- (RICHARD III. )
L
ITTLE Tom Watts, as he used to be called before the unex-
pected developments which I propose briefly to narrate, was
the second in a family of eight children, his sister Susan
being the eldest. His parents dwelt in a small house situate
on the edge of Dukesborough. Mr. Simon Watts, though of
extremely limited means, had some ambition. He held the office
of constable in that militia district, and in seasons favorable to
law business made about fifty dollars a year. The outside world
seemed to think it was a pity that the head of a family so large
and continually increasing should so persistently prefer mere
fame to the competency which would have followed upon his
staying at home and working his little field of very good ground.
But he used to contend that a man could not be expected to
live always, and therefore he ought to try to live in such a way
as to leave his family, if nothing else, a name that they wouldn't
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Yet Mr. Watts was not a cheerful man. Proud as he might
justly feel in his official position, it went hard with him to be
compelled to live in a way more and more pinched as his family
continued to multiply with astonishing rapidity. His spirits, nat-
urally saturnine, grew worse and worse with every fresh arrival
in the person of a baby, until the eighth. Being yet a young
man, comparatively speaking, and being used to make calcula-
tions, the figures seemed too large as he looked to the future. I
would not go so far as to say that this prospect actually killed
him; but at any rate he took a sickness which the doctor could
not manage, and then Mr. Watts gave up his office and every-
thing else that he had in this world.
But Mrs. Watts, his widow, had as good a resolution as any
other woman in her circumstances ever had. She had no notion
of giving up in that way. She gave up her husband, it is true,
but that could not be helped; and without making much ado
about even that, she kept going at all sorts of work, and some-
how she got along at least as well after as before the death of
Mr. Simon.
A person not well acquainted with the brood of little Wattses
often found difficulty in discriminating among them. I used
to observe them with considerable interest as I went into Dukes-
borough occasionally, with one or the other
or the other or both of my
parents. They all had white hair, and red chubby faces. It
was long a matter of doubt what was their sex. Such was the
rapidity of their succession, and so graduated the declivity from
Susan downwards, that the mother used to cut all their garments
after a fashion that was very general, in order that they might
descend during the process of decay to as many of them as
possible. Now, although I saw them right often, I had believed
for several months, for instance, that little Jack was a girl, from
a yellow frock that had belonged to his sister Mary Jane, but
which little Jack wore until his legs became subjected to such
exposure that it had to descend to Polly Ann, his next younger
sister. Then I made a similar mistake about Polly Ann, who
during this time had worn little Jack's breeches, out of which he
had gone into Mary Jane's frock; and I thought on my soul that
Polly Ann was a boy.
In regard to Tommy, not only I, but the whole public, had
been in a state of uncertainty in this behalf for a great length of
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being alone available, his male wardrobe was inevitably only
half as extensive and various as by good rights, generally speak-
ing, it ought to have been. Therefore Tommy had to make his
appearance alternately in frock and breeches, according to the
varying conditions of these garments, for a period that annoyed
him the more the longer it extended, and finally began to dis-
gust. Tom eagerly wished that he could outgrow Susan, and
thus get into breeches out and out. But Susan in this respect,
as indeed in almost all others, kept her distance in the lead.
There was a difference, easily noticeable, in Tom's deportment
in these seasons. While in frocks it was subdued, retiring, and
if not melancholy, at least fretful. Curiosity perhaps, or some
other motive equally powerful, might and indeed sometimes did
lead him outside of the gate; but never to linger there for any
great length of time. If he had to go upon an errand during
that season (a necessity which that resolute woman his mother
enforced without the slightest hesitation), he went and returned
with speed. Yet before starting out on such occasions, he was
wont to be careful to give his hair such a turn that his manly
head might refute the lie which Susan's frock had told. For it
is probable that there have been few, if indeed any, boys who
were more unwilling either to be or to be considered of the
opposite sex, than that same Tom Watts. I do not remember
ever to have seen a boy whose hair had so high and peculiar a
roach as his exhibited, especially when he wore his sister Susan's
frocks. Instead of being parted in the middle, it was divided
into three parts. It was combed perfectly straight down on the
sides of his head, and perfectly straight up from the top. An
immense distance was thus established between the extremities
of any two hairs which receded contiguously to each other on the
border-lines.
All this was an artful attempt to divert public attention from
the frock which intimated the female, to the head which asserted
and which was supposed to establish the male. He once said to
Susan:
“When they sees your old frock, they makes out like that they
'spicions me a gal; but when they looks at my har all roached
up, then they knows who I am. ”
« Yes indeed,” answered Susan, and a sight you air. Good-
ness knows, I'd rather be a girl, and rather look like one if I
weren't, than to look like you do in that fix. ”
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But it was during the other season, that which he called
his breeches week, that Tommy Watts was most himself. In this
period he was cheerful, bold, notorious. He was as often upon
the street as he could find opportunities to steal away from home;
and while there, he was as evidently a boy as was to be found
in Dukesborough or any other place of its size. In this happy
.
season he seemed to be disposed to make up as far as possible for
the confinements and the gloominesses of the other. So much
so, indeed, that he had to be whipped time and time again for
his unlicensed wanderings; and for many other pranks which
are indeed common to persons of his age and sex, but which he
seemed to have the greater temptation to do, and which he did
with more zest and temerity than other boys, because he had
only half their time in which to do them.