Miscellaneous Studies; a series of essaysPater, Walter
Philosophy
Miscellaneous Studies; a series of essays
Pater, Walter
Essays
Submissiveness!--It had the force of genius with Emerald Uthwart. In
that very matter he had but yielded to a senior against his own
inclination. What he felt in Horace was the sense, original, active,
personal, of "things too high for me!", the sense, not really
unpleasing to him, of an unattainable height here too, in this royal
felicity of utterance, this literary art, the minute cares of which had
been really designed for the minute carefulness of a disciple such as
this--all attention. Well! the sense of authority, of a large
intellectual authority over us, impressed anew day after day, of some
impenetrable glory round "the masters of those who know," is, of
course, one of the effects we [218] look for from a classical
education:--that, and a full estimate of the preponderating value of
the manner of the doing of it in the thing done; which again, for
ingenuous youth, is an encouragement of good manners on its part:--"I
behave myself orderly." Just at those points, scholarship attains
something of a religious colour. And in that place, religion,
religious system, its claim to overpower one, presented itself in a way
of which even the least serious by nature could not be unaware. Their
great church, its customs and traditions, formed an element in that
esprit de corps into which the boyish mind throws itself so readily.
Afterwards, in very different scenes, the sentiment of that place would
come back upon him, as if resentfully, by contrast with the conscious
or unconscious profanities of others, crushed out about him
straightway, by the shadow of awe, the minatory flash, felt around his
unopened lips, in the glance, the changed manner. Not to be "occupied
with great matters" recommends in heavenly places, as we know, the
souls of some. Yet there were a few to whom it seemed unfortunate that
religion whose flag Uthwart would have borne in hands so pure, touched
him from first to last, and till his eyes were finally closed on this
world, only, again, as a thing immeasurable, surely not meant for the
like of him; its high claims, to which no one could be equal; its
reproaches. He would scarcely have proposed to "enter into" [219] such
matters; was constitutionally shy of them. His submissiveness, you see,
was a kind of genius; made him therefore, of course, unlike those
around him; was a secret; a thing, you might say, "which no one
knoweth, saving he that receiveth it."
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