Poems of James Russell Lowell: With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell DoleLowell, James Russell
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Poems of James Russell Lowell: With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole
Lowell, James Russell
American poetry
According to that sentence fathered upon Solon, Οὕτω δημόσιον
κακὸν ἔρχεται οἴκαδ' ἑκάστῳ. This unclean spirit is
skilful to assume various shapes. I have known it to
enter my own study and nudge my elbow of a Saturday,
under the semblance of a wealthy member of my
congregation. It were a great blessing, if every
particular of what in the sum we call popular sentiment
could carry about the name of its manufacturer stamped
legibly upon it. I gave a stab under the fifth rib to
that pestilent fallacy,--"Our country, right or
wrong,"--by tracing its original to a speech of Ensign
Cilley at a dinner of the Bungtown Fencibles. H. W.]
No. III.
WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS.
[A few remarks on the following verses will not be out of
place. The satire in them was not meant to have any
personal, but only a general, application. Of the gentleman
upon whose letter they were intended as a commentary Mr.
Biglow had never heard, till he saw the letter itself. The
position of the satirist is oftentimes one which he would
not have chosen, had the election been left to himself. In
attacking bad principles, he is obliged to select some
individual who has made himself their exponent, and in whom
they are impersonate, to the end that what he says may not,
through ambiguity, be dissipated _tenues in auras_. For what
says Seneca? _Longum iter per præcepta, breve et efficace
per exempla._ A bad principle is comparatively harmless
while it continues to be an abstraction, nor can the general
mind comprehend it fully till it is printed in that large
type which all men can read at sight, namely, the life and
character, the sayings and doings, of particular persons. It
is one of the cunningest fetches of Satan, that he never
exposes himself directly to our arrows, but, still dodging
behind this neighbor or that acquaintance, compels us to
wound him through them, if at all. He holds our affections
as hostages, the while he patches up a truce with our
conscience.
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