Lectures and biographical sketchesEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Lectures and biographical sketches
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century; Speeches, addresses, etc., American -- 19th century
It is in the stomach of plants that development begins, and ends in
the circles of the universe. ’Tis a long scale from the gorilla to
the gentleman--from the gorilla to Plato, Newton, Shakspeare--to the
sanctities of religion, the refinements of legislation, the summits of
science, art and poetry. The beginnings are slow and infirm, but it is
an always-accelerated march. The geologic world is chronicled by the
growing ripeness of the strata from lower to higher, as it becomes the
abode of more highly-organized plants and animals. The civil history
of men might be traced by the successive meliorations as marked in
higher moral generalizations;--virtue meaning physical courage, then
chastity and temperance, then justice and love;--bargains of kings
with peoples of certain rights to certain classes, then of rights to
masses,--then at last came the day when, as the historians rightly
tell, the nerves of the world were electrified by the proclamation that
all men are born free and equal.
Every truth leads in another. The bud extrudes the old leaf, and every
truth brings that which will supplant it. In the court of law the judge
sits over the culprit, but in the court of life in the same hour the
judge also stands as culprit before a true tribunal. Every judge is
a culprit, every law an abuse. Montaigne kills off bigots as cowhage
kills worms; but there is a higher muse there sitting where he durst
not soar, of eye so keen that it can report of a realm in which all the
wit and learning of the Frenchman is no more than the cunning of a fox.
It is the same fact existing as sentiment and as will in the mind,
which works in Nature as irresistible law, exerting influence over
nations, intelligent beings, or down in the kingdoms of brute or
of chemical atoms. Nature is a tropical swamp in sunshine, on
whose purlieus we hear the song of summer birds, and see prismatic
dew-drops--but her interiors are terrific, full of hydras and
crocodiles. In the pre-adamite she bred valor only; by-and-by she gets
on to man, and adds tenderness, and thus raises virtue piecemeal.
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