For it is a great deal easier to decide that you must turn over a new
leaf, and that henceforward, instead of being useless, your life must be
profitable to yourself and the world, than it is to decide how this
change is to be accomplished. If every man when he begins to take
thought of the more serious duties of life could immediately settle
himself down as a landed proprietor, with an estate to manage, cottages
to improve, farmers to influence, a seat on the bench, and a vote for
the county, how many men would see their duty more clearly than they
have ever as yet seen it! But we cannot attain all this simply by
resolving upon it, and Fanshawe did not know what else to do. He would
have made a very creditable squire, and so would hosts of men who don’t
make much of their lives in any other way; but he could not dig, nor did
he know how to employ his existence so as to fulfill his own wishes,
and be of some use to others. He was too old for many things, too old
for the army, even could he have done any good in it, too old for the
bar, too old for business; for although men in novels can turn their
minds to commerce whenever a blank comes in their career, and succeed in
it--yet men in common life are usually trained to that branch of
activity as to every other, and begin by an apprentice period, in which
they earn nothing and do little. Even for the public offices he was too
old, and what, Fanshawe asked himself, could he do in a public office?
He ran all these things over in his mind till he was in despair. He was
willing to do anything; but when he came to particulars, he found that
his education had trained him to nothing except those duties of a great
proprietor which he had no hope of ever being able to exercise. Nothing
is more difficult than thus to begin a new chapter in life. Had he
required to earn his living, no doubt the energy which necessity would
have given to his quest for employment might have found him something to
do; but he had not that stimulus--and he had not the stimulus of
aptitude for, or knowledge of, any special kind of occupation. He would
have “done anything.” Was that but another way of saying that he was
good for nothing? he asked himself sometimes, in partial despair.
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