A Knight of the Nineteenth CenturyRoe, Edward Payson
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A Knight of the Nineteenth Century
Roe, Edward Payson
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But he felt that return was impossible. He would rather wander to the
ends of the earth than shut himself up with his mother and sisters, for
he foresaw that their daily moans and repinings would be daily torture.
It would be even worse to appear among his old acquaintances and
companions, and be taunted with the fact that his first venture from
home ended in a common jail. The plan of drifting away to parts unknown,
and of partially losing his identity by changing his name, made a cold,
dreary impression upon him, like the thought of annihilation, and thus
his purpose of remaining in Hillaton, and winning victory on the very
ground of his defeat, grew more satisfactory.
But he soon began to learn how serious, how disheartening, is the
condition of one who finds society arrayed against him.
It is the fashion to inveigh against the "cold and pitiless world"; but
the world has often much excuse for maintaining this character. As
society is now constituted, the consequences of wrong-doing are usually
terrible and greatly to be dreaded; and all who have unhealthful
cravings for forbidden things should be made to realize this. Society
very naturally treats harshly those who permit their pleasures and
passions to endanger its very existence. People who have toilsomely and
patiently erected their homes and placed therein their treasures do not
tolerate with much equanimity those who appear to have no other calling
than that of recklessly playing with fire. The well-to-do, conservative
world has no inclination to make things pleasant for those who propose
to gratify themselves at any and every cost; and if the culprit pleads,
"I did not realize--I meant no great harm," the retort comes back, "But
you do the harm; you endanger everything. If you have not sense or
principle enough to act wisely and well, do not expect us to risk our
fortunes with either fools or knaves." And the man or the woman who has
preferred pleasure or passing gratification or transient advantage to
that priceless possession, a good name, has little ground for complaint.
If society readily condoned those grave offences which threaten chaos,
thousands who are now restrained by salutary fear would act out
disastrously the evil lurking in their hearts. As long as the instinct
of self-preservation remains, the world will seem cold and pitiless.
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