Like most men who have little habit of composition, my difficulties
increased with every new attempt, and I became bewildered and puzzled
what to choose. It was vitally important that the first lines of my
letter should secure the favorable opinion of the reader; by one unhappy
word, one ill-selected expression, a whole case might be prejudiced. I
imagined Crofton angrily throwing the epistle from him with an impatient
“Stuff and nonsense! a practised hum-bugger!” or, worse again, calling
out, “Listen to this, Mary. Is not Master Potts a cool hand? Is not this
brazening it out with a vengeance?” Such a thought was agony to me; the
very essence of my theory about life was to secure the esteem and regard
of others. I yearned after the good opinion of my fellow-men, and there
was no amount of falsehood I would not incur to obtain it. No, come what
would of it, the Croftons must not think ill of me. They must not only
believe me guiltless of ingratitude, but some one whose gratitude was
worth having. It will elevate them in their own esteem if they suppose
that the pebble they picked up in the highway turned out to be a ruby.
It will open their hearts to fresh impulses of generosity; they will
not say to each other, “Let us be more careful another time; let us be
guarded against showing attention to mere strangers; remember how we
were taken in by that fellow Potts; what a specious rascal he was,--how
plausible, how insinuating!” but rather, “We can afford to be confiding,
our experiences have taught us trustfulness. Poor Potts is a lesson that
may inspire a hopeful belief in others.” How little benefit can any one
in his own individual capacity confer upon the world, but what a large
measure of good may be distributed by the way he influences others.
Thus, for instance, by one well-sustained delusion of mine, I inspire
a fund of virtues which, in my merely truthful character, I could never
pretend to originate. “Yes,” thought I, “the Croftons shall continue to
esteem me; Potts shall be a beacon to guide, not a sunken rock to wreck
them.”
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