On the other hand, surely those whose own minds are clear about any
given matter (even though it be only that there is little certainty)
should go so far towards imparting that clearness to others, as to say
openly what they think and why they think it, whenever they can
properly do so; for they may be sure that they owe their own clearness
almost entirely to the fact that others have done this by them: after
all, they may be mistaken, and if so, it is for their own and the
general well-being that they should let their error be seen as
distinctly as possible, so that it may be more easily refuted. I own,
therefore, that on this one point I disapproved of the practice even of
the highest Ydgrunites, and objected to it all the more because I knew
that I should find my own future task more easy if the high Ydgrunites
had already undermined the belief which is supposed to prevail at
present.
In other respects they were more like the best class of Englishmen than
any whom I have seen in other countries. I should have liked to have
persuaded half-a-dozen of them to come over to England and go upon the
stage, for they had most of them a keen sense of humour and a taste for
acting: they would be of great use to us. The example of a real
gentleman is, if I may say so without profanity, the best of all
gospels; such a man upon the stage becomes a potent humanising
influence, an Ideal which all may look upon for a shilling.
I always liked and admired these men, and although I could not help
deeply regretting their certain ultimate perdition (for they had no
sense of a hereafter, and their only religion was that of self-respect
and consideration for other people), I never dared to take so great a
liberty with them as to attempt to put them in possession of my own
religious convictions, in spite of my knowing that they were the only
ones which could make them really good and happy, either here or
hereafter. I did try sometimes, being impelled to do so by a strong
sense of duty, and by my deep regret that so much that was admirable
should be doomed to ages if not eternity of torture; but the words
stuck in my throat as soon as I began.
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