Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of KentuckySimms, William Gilmore
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Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky
Simms, William Gilmore
Kentucky -- Fiction
“Very true, sir. I now understand you. But I should think the great
difficulty would be, in resorting to such pleasant books as this of
Vertot for relief and recreation, that you could not cast him off when
you please. The intoxication would continue even after the draught has
been swallowed, and would thus interfere with the hours devoted to other
employments.”
“There is reason in that, William, and that, indeed, is the grand
difficulty. But to show that a good scheme has its difficulties is not
an argument for abandoning it.”
“By no means, sir.”
“The same individual whom Vertot might intoxicate, would most probably
be intoxicated by more dangerous stimulants. Everything, however,
depends upon the habits of self-control which a man has acquired in his
boyhood. The habit of self-control is the only habit which makes mental
power truly effective. The man who can not compel himself to do or to
forbear, can never be much of a student. Students, if you observe, are
generally dogged men--inflexible, plodding, persevering--among lawyers,
those men whom you always find at their offices, and seldom see anywhere
else. They own that mental habit which we call self-control, which
supplies the deficiency in numerous instances of real talent. It is a
power, and a mighty power, particularly in this country, where children
are seldom taught it, and consequently grow up to be a sort of moral
vanes that move with every change of wind, and never fix until they do
so with their own rust. He who learns this power in boyhood will be very
sure to master all his companions.”
The darker expression of sadness passed over the countenance of the
ingenuous youth.
“I am afraid,” said he, “that I shall never acquire this habit.”
“Why so? In your very fear I see a hope.”
“Alas! sir, I feel my own instability of character. I feel myself the
victim of a thousand plans and purposes, which change as soon and as
often as they are made. I am afraid, sir, I shall be nothing!”
“Do not despond, my son,” said the old man sympathizingly. “Your fear is
natural to your age and temperament. Most young men at your time of life
feel numerous yearnings--the struggle of various qualities of mind,
each striving in newly-born activity, and striving adversely. Your
unhappiness arises from the refusal of these qualities to act together.
When they learn to co-operate, all will be easy. Your strifes will be
subdued; there will be a calm like that upon the sea when the storms
subside.”
“Ah! but when will that be? A long time yet. It seems to me that the
storm rather increases than subsides.”
“It may seem so to you now, and yet, when the strife is greatest, the
favorable change is at hand. It needs but one thing to make all the
conflicting qualities of one's mind cooperate.”
“What is that one thing, sir?”
“An object! As yet, you have none.”
“None, sir!”
“None--or rather many--which is pretty much the same thing as having
none.”
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