Brook Farm: Historic and Personal MemoirsCodman, John Thomas
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Brook Farm: Historic and Personal Memoirs
Codman, John Thomas
Brook Farm Phalanx (West Roxbury, Boston, Mass.)
I have lived forty years in the world, and divided that time between
the eastern, middle and southern states--have seen life as exhibited,
in city and country, have mingled with the most intelligent and with
the unlettered rustic--have marked society in a variety of phases, and
find, amid all, that selfishness has warped the judgment, chilled the
affections and blunted all the finer feelings of the soul. I am weary
and worn with the heartless folly, the wicked vanity and shameless
iniquity which the civilized world everywhere presents. Long have I
sighed for something higher, nobler, holier than aught found in this
world, and have sometimes longed to lay my body down where the weary
rest, that my spirit might dwell in perfect harmony. But since the
beautiful science of unity has dawned upon my mind, my heart has loved
to cherish the bright anticipations of hope, and I see in the dim
distance the realization of all my wishes. I see a generation coming on
the arena of action bearing on their brows the impress of their noble
origin, and cultivating in their hearts the pure and exalted feelings
that should ever distinguish those who bear the image of their Maker.
Association is destined to do much for poor, suffering humanity--to
elevate, refine, redeem the race and restore the purity and love that
made the bowers of Eden so surpassingly beautiful. You, sir, and your
associates are pioneers in a noble reform. May the blessing of God
attend you.
I am anxious to be with you for various reasons. The first is: I have
two little daughters whom I wish to bring up amid healthful influences,
with healthful and untrammelled bodies, pure minds and all their young
affections and sympathies clustering around their hearts. I never wish
their minds to be under the influence of the god of this
generation--fashion--nor their hearts to become callous to the
sufferings of their fellows. I never wish them to regard labor as
degrading, nor poverty as a crime. Situated as I am I cannot rear them
in health and purity, and, therefore, I am anxious to remove them from
the baneful influences that surround them. Again: I look upon labor as
a blessing, and feel that every man and woman should spend some portion
of each day in healthful employment. It is absolutely necessary to
health, and is also a source of enjoyment, even in isolation; how much
would that pleasure be increased could I have several kindred spirits
around me with whom I could interchange thought, and whose feelings and
desires flow in the same channel as my own! O, sir! I must live, labor
and _die_ in Association.
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