I have said this much, because the early, very early part of my life was
passed among what are reproachfully termed "low people." If I describe
them faithfully, they must still appear low to those who arrogate to
themselves the epithet of "high." For myself; I hold that there is
nothing low under the sun, except meanness. Where there is utility
there ought to be honour. The utility of the humble artisan has never
been denied, though too often despised, and too rarely honoured; but I
have found among the "vulgar" a horror of meanness, a self-devotion, an
unshrinking patience under privation, and the moral courage, that
constitute the hero of high life. I can also tell the admirers of the
great, that the evil passions of the vulgar are as gigantic, their
wickedness upon as grand a scale, and their notions of vice as refined,
and as extensive, as those of any fashionable _roue_ that is courted
among the first circles, or even as those of the crowned despot. Then,
as to the strength of vulgar intellect: True, that intellect is rarely
cultivated by the learning which consists of words. The view it takes
of science is but a partial glance--that intellect is contracted, but it
is strong. It is a dwarf; with the muscle and sinews of a giant; and
its grasp, whenever it can lay hold of anything within its circumscribed
reach, is tremendous. The general who has conquered armies and
subjugated countries--the minister who has ruined them, and the jurist
who has justified both, never at the crisis of their labours have
displayed a tithe of the ingenuity and the resources of mind that many
an artisan is forced to exert to provide daily bread for himself and
family; or many a shopkeeper to keep his connection together, and
himself out of the workhouse. Why should the exertions of intellect be
termed low, in the case of the mechanic, and vast, profound, and
glorious, in that of the minister? It is the same precious gift of a
beneficent power to all his creatures. As well may the sun be voted as
excessively vulgar, because it, like intellect, assists all equally to
perform their functions. I repeat, that nothing that has mind is, of
necessity, low; and nothing is vulgar but meanness.
CHAPTER FIVE.
I RECEIVE MY FIRST LESSONS IN PUGNACITY--AND IMBIBE THE EVIL SPIRIT--
LEARN TO READ BY INTUITION, AND TO FIGHT BY PRACTICE--GO TO SCHOOL TO A
SOLDIER--AM A GOOD BOY AND GET WHIPPED.
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