Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
Let a man, then, say, My house is here in the county, for the culture
of the county;--an eating-house and sleeping-house for travellers it
shall be, but it shall be much more. I pray you, O excellent wife, not
to cumber yourself and me to get a rich dinner for this man or this
woman who has alighted at our gate, nor a bedchamber made ready at too
great a cost. These things, if they are curious in, they can get for
a dollar at any village. But let this stranger, if he will, in your
looks, in your accent and behavior, read your heart and earnestness,
your thought and will, which he cannot buy at any price, in any village
or city, and which he may well travel fifty miles, and dine sparely
and sleep hard, in order to behold. Certainly, let the board be spread
and let the bed be dressed for the traveller; but let not the emphasis
of hospitality lie in these things. Honor to the house where they are
simple to the verge of hardship, so that there the intellect is awake
and reads the laws of the universe, the soul worships truth and love,
honor and courtesy flow into all deeds.
There was never a country in the world which could so easily exhibit
this heroism as ours; never anywhere the State has made such efficient
provision for popular education, where intellectual entertainment is
so within reach of youthful ambition. The poor man’s son is educated.
There is many a humble house in every city, in every town, where talent
and taste, and sometimes genius, dwell with poverty and labor. Who
has not seen, and who can see unmoved, under a low roof, the eager,
blushing boys discharging as they can their household chores, and
hastening into the sitting-room to the study of to-morrow’s merciless
lesson, yet stealing time to read one chapter more of the novel hardly
smuggled into the tolerance of father and mother,--atoning for the
same by some pages of Plutarch or Goldsmith; the warm sympathy with
which they kindle each other in school-yard, or in barn or wood-shed,
with scraps of poetry or song, with phrases of the last oration, or
mimicry of the orator; the youthful criticism, on Sunday, of the
sermons; the school declamation faithfully rehearsed at home, sometimes
to the fatigue, sometimes to the admiration of sisters; the first
solitary joys of literary vanity, when the translation or the theme has
been completed, sitting alone near the top of the house; the cautious
comparison of the attractive advertisement of the arrival of Macready,
Booth, or Kemble, or of the discourse of a well-known speaker, with
the expense of the entertainment; the affectionate delight with which
they greet the return of each one after the early separations which
school or business require; the foresight with which, during such
absences, they hive the honey which opportunity offers, for the ear and
imagination of the others; and the unrestrained glee with which they
disburden themselves of their early mental treasures when the holidays
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