Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 2, February 1850Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 2, February 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
friends—the merchant who chuckles over the feat of driving a sharp
bargain with a brother trader, each has a standard of happiness not set
down in philosophy—self-sufficiency—personal acquisition and
glory—vanity all, Jeremy.
Above the roar of my little fire, I hear, from my den editorial, the
tumult of the great world without, and fancy I can see the struggle
going on through all the avenues of life—from the church where we have
specimen preaching and fashionable morals, down to the poor boot-black,
who polishes your patent boots, and praises his patent blacking. You
will find all things made up to lure and dazzle the unsophisticated. At
every turn you must beware of man-traps and cajolings. In a moment, and
a shape you least anticipate, some brilliant fortune-seducer and
ensnarer, will start up opportunely in your very path; for what your own
brain does not suggest, your passion and self-love urge you to—will
spring, full-armed from the head of some daring genius, who is your dear
friend, and takes you in, for that reason only. The influence of a bad
example in morals or business, a determination not to be outdone or to
be bullied, a suggestion to excel and overtop our fellows, are poisons
very flatteringly administered to our self-esteem, but certain and
deadly, nevertheless. The disease is contagious, and you have been
slightly bitten already; be contented, my dear boy, if you can—but be
modest, be wary, be cool. Instead of trying to practice philosophical
apophthegms in a world made up as ours is, try a little self-denial. Let
the glitter and the huzzas of the supposed great and successful, sweep
by you, but stand firm—it is a luxury worth the testing. You shall look
from the banks of the stream of time, and see the dead of the slain of
this world float by you, and with your staff in hand, shall walk slowly
and surely onward and upward to the source of all inspiration and
happiness. You can have no chance in the bold games played in this
world, without a defilement of the heart—an utter loss of self-respect,
a total disregard or an annihilation of conscience.
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