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Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea. I thought of the orphans and widows he had made

of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. And I said I would rather have been a French peasant and worn wooden shoes, I would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the Autumn sun. I would rather have been that poor peasant with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky-with my children upon my knees and their arms about me. I would rather have been that man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than that imperial impersonation of force and murder, known as “Napoleon the Great."

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Y Creed is to love justice, to long for the right, to

love mercy, to pity the suffering, to assist the weak, to forget wrongs and remember benefits to love the truth, to be sincere, to utter honest words, to love liberty, to wage relentless war against slavery in all its forms, to love wife and child and friend, to make a happy home, to love the beautiful in art, in Nature, to cultivate the mind, to be familiar with the mighty thoughts that genius has expressed, the noble deeds of all the world, to cultivate courage and cheerfulness, to make others happy, to fill life with the splendor of generous acts, the warmth of loving words, to discard error, to destroy prejudice, to receive new truths with gladness, to cultivate hope, to see the calm beyond the storm, the dawn before the night, to be the best that can be done and then-to be resigned.

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READ the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. Always the soul hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may.

The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men—that is genius. I Speak your latent conviction and it shall be the universal sense; for always the inmost becomes the outmost-and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato and Milton is that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men, but what they, thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the luster of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his.


9 In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, tomorrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another in se I There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given him to till. The power which resides in him is new in Nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. I Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none se It is not without pre-established harmony, this sculpture in the memory. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. Bravely let him speak the utmost syllable of his confession. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have His work made manifest by cowards. It needs a divine man to exhibit anything divine. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope so se

I We crave a sense of reality though it come in strokes of pain



RUST thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine Providence has

found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the Eternal was stirring at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not pinched in a corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but redeemers and benefactors, pious aspirants to be noble clay, plastic under the Almighty effort, let us advance and advance on Chaos and the Dark. I What pretty oracles Nature yields us on this text in the face and behavior of children, babes and even brutes. That divided and rebel mind, that distrust of a sentiment because our arithmetic has computed the strength and means opposed to our purpose, these have not. Their mind being whole, their eye is as yet unconquered, and when we look in their faces, we are disconcerted. g Infancy conforms to nobody; all conform to it; so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults

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who prattle and play to it. So God has armed youth and
puberty and manhood no less with its piquancy and
charm, and made it enviable and gracious and its claims
not to be put by, if it will stand by itself.
I Do not think the youth has no force because he can
not speak to you and me. Hark! in the next room, who
spoke so clear and emphatic? Good Heaven! it is he! it
is that very lump of bashfulness and phlegm which for
weeks has done nothing but eat when you were by, that
now rolls out these words like bell strokes. It seems he
knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or
bold, then, he will know how to make us seniors very
unnecessary se je
The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner, and
would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to
conciliate one, is the healthy attitude of human nature.
How is a boy the master of society! Independent, irre-
sponsible, looking out from his corner on such people
and facts as pass by, he tries and sentences them on their
merits, in the swift summary way of boys, as good, bad,
interesting, silly, eloquent, troublesome se He cumbers
himself never about consequences, about interests; he
gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court
him; he does not court you. But the man is, as it were,
clapped into jail by his consciousness. As soon as he has
once acted or spoken with eclat, he is a committed person,
watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds whose
affections must now enter into his account.
I There is no Lethe for this. Ah, that he could pass again
into his neutral, godlike independence! Who can thus lose
all pledge, and having observed, observe again from the

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