A journey to the world under-groundHolberg, Ludvig
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A journey to the world under-ground
Holberg, Ludvig
Utopias -- Early works to 1800; Voyages, Imaginary -- Early works to 1800
depress’d the Character of the Deceas’d beyond Justice. And hence the
subterranean Orators were extremely sparing of their Encomiums, since
to give immoderate Praises was punishable by Law. Not long after, when
I was going to one of these Funeral Orations, I ask’d my Host what
was the State and Condition of the departed Hero? He reply’d, he was
an Husbandman who dy’d suddenly upon the Road to this City. Hereupon,
in my Turn, I burst into an excessive Laughter, retorting thus their
own Weapons upon them. And pray, says I, why have not Bulls and Oxen,
those Companions of Husbandmen, the Honour of a Funeral Oration? They
can equally supply Matter, for they equally perform the same Office.
But my Host desir’d me to spare my Jests; for that in these Dominions
Husbandmen were held in the highest Esteem, on account of the great
Excellence of the Duties they were employ’d in; and that no Way of
Life was more honourable than that of Agriculture. Thus every honest
and industrious Farmer was regarded by the Citizens as their Feeder
and Foster-Father. And hence arose the Custom, that when the Farmers
about Autumn, or in the Month of _Palm-Trees_, repair to the City with
a Multitude of Carriages loaden with Corn, the Magistrates meet them
without the Gates, and introduce them into the City with Trumpets and
other Instruments in Concert, after the Manner of a Triumph. At this
strange Account I was struck dumb, especially recollecting the hard
Fate of our Husbandmen, groaning under the deepest Slavery, and whose
Employments are look’d upon as low and illiberal, in Comparison of
those which are Pandars to our Pleasures; such as Cooks, Poulterers,
Perfumers, and such like. And this I fairly own’d to my Host, at
the same Time enjoining him Silence, fearing lest the Subterraneans
should pass very unfavourable Judgments upon Mankind. Having promised
Secrecy, he carry’d me to the Hall where the Funeral Oration was to
be made. I own I never heard any Thing executed more solidly, with
greater Veracity, or with so little an Appearance of Flattery as
this; and I judg’d it a proper Pattern, to which all Funeral Orations
should conform. The Orator first gave us a View of the Virtues of
the Deceas’d, and then enumerated his Vices and Failings, with an
Admonition to his Audience to avoid ’em.
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