One would say there is nothing colossal in the country but its geography
and its material activities; that the moral and intellectual effects
are not on the same scale with the trade and production. There is no
speech heard but that of auctioneers, newsboys, and the caucus. Where
is the great breath of the New World, the voice of aboriginal nations
opening new eras with hymns of lofty cheer? Our books and fine arts
are imitations; there is a fatal incuriosity and disinclination in our
educated men to new studies and the interrogation of Nature. We have
taste, critical talent, good professors, good commentators, but a lack
of male energy. What more serious calamity can befall a people than
a constitutional dulness and limitation? The moral influence of the
intellect is wanting. We hearken in vain for any profound voice speaking
to the American heart, cheering timid good men, animating the youth,
consoling the defeated, and intelligently announcing duties which
clothe life with joy, and endear the face of land and sea to men.[196]
It is a poor consideration that the country wit is precocious, and,
as we say, practical; that political interests on so broad a scale as
ours are administered by little men with some saucy village talent, by
deft partisans, good cipherers; strict economists, quite empty of all
superstition.
Conceding these unfavorable appearances, it would yet be a poor pedantry
to read the fates of this country from these narrow data. On the
contrary, we are persuaded that moral and material values are always
commensurate. Every material organization exists to a moral end, which
makes the reason of its existence. Here are no books, but who can see the
continent with its inland and surrounding waters, its temperate climates,
its west-wind breathing vigor through all the year, its confluence of
races so favorable to the highest energy, and the infinite glut of their
production, without putting new queries to Destiny as to the purpose for
which this muster of nations and this sudden creation of enormous values
is made?
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