Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
We have little right in piping times of peace to pronounce on these
rare heights of character; but there is no assurance of security. In
the most private life, difficult duty is never far off. Therefore
we must think with courage. Scholars and thinkers are prone to an
effeminate habit, and shrink if a coarser shout comes up from the
street, or a brutal act is recorded in the journals. The Medical
College piles up in its museum its grim monsters of morbid anatomy,
and there are melancholy sceptics with a taste for carrion who batten
on the hideous facts in history,--persecutions, inquisitions, St.
Bartholomew massacres, devilish lives, Nero, Cæsar, Borgia, Marat,
Lopez,--men in whom every ray of humanity was extinguished, parricides,
matricides, and whatever moral monsters. These are not cheerful facts,
but they do not disturb a healthy mind; they require of us a patience
as robust as the energy that attacks us, and an unresting exploration
of final causes. Wolf, snake, and crocodile are not inharmonious in
nature, but are made useful as checks, scavengers, and pioneers; and
we must have a scope as large as Nature’s to deal with beast-like men,
detect what scullion function is assigned them, and foresee in the
secular melioration of the planet how these will become unnecessary,
and will die out.
He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount
a fear. I do not wish to put myself or any man into a theatrical
position, or urge him to ape the courage of his comrade. Have the
courage not to adopt another’s courage. There is scope and cause and
resistance enough for us in our proper work and circumstance. And
there is no creed of an honest man, be he Christian, Turk, or Gentoo,
which does not equally preach it. If you have no faith in beneficent
power above you, but see only an adamantine fate coiling its folds
about nature and man, then reflect that the best use of fate is to
teach us courage, if only because baseness cannot change the appointed
event. If you accept your thoughts as inspirations from the Supreme
Intelligence, obey them when they prescribe difficult duties, because
they come only so long as they are used; or, if your scepticism reaches
to the last verge, and you have no confidence in any foreign mind, then
be brave, because there is one good opinion which must always be of
consequence to you, namely, your own.
* * * * *
I am permitted to enrich my chapter by adding an anecdote of pure
courage from real life, as narrated in a ballad by a lady to whom all
the particulars of the fact are exactly known.
GEORGE NIDIVER.
Men have done brave deeds,
And bards have sung them well:
I of good George Nidiver
Now the tale will tell.
In Californian mountains
A hunter bold was he:
Keen his eye and sure his aim
As any you should see.
A little Indian boy
Followed him everywhere,
Eager to share the hunter’s joy,
The hunter’s meal to share.
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