It is the character of such revolutions that we always see the worst
of them at first. Till men have been some time free, they know not
how to use their freedom. The natives of wine countries are generally
sober. In climates where wine is a rarity intemperance abounds. A newly
liberated people may be compared to a northern army encamped on the
Rhine or the Xeres. It is said that, when soldiers in such a situation
first find themselves able to indulge without restraint in such a rare
and expensive luxury, nothing is to be seen but intoxication. Soon,
however, plenty teaches discretion; and, after wine has been for a few
months their daily fare, they become more temperate than they had ever
been in their own country. In the same manner, the final and permanent
fruits of liberty are wisdom, moderation, and mercy. Its immediate
effects are often atrocious crimes, conflicting errors, skepticism on
points the most clear, dogmatism on points the most mysterious. It is
just at this crisis that its enemies love to exhibit it. They pull
down the scaffolding from the half-finished edifice: they point to the
flying dust, the falling bricks, the comfortless rooms, the frightful
irregularity of the whole appearance; and then ask in scorn where
the promised splendour and comfort is to be found. If such miserable
sophisms were to prevail there would never be a good house or a good
government in the world.
Ariosto tells a pretty story of a fairy, who, by some mysterious law of
her nature, was condemned to appear at certain seasons in the form of
a foul and poisonous snake. Those who injured her during the period of
her disguise were for ever excluded from participation in the blessings
which she bestowed. But to those who, in spite of her loathsome
aspect, pitied and protected her, she afterward revealed herself in
the beautiful and celestial form which was natural to her, accompanied
their steps, granted all their wishes, filled their houses with wealth,
made them happy in love and victorious in war. Such a spirit is
Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels,
she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture
to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in
her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her
in the time of her beauty and her glory!
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