The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 13, November, 1858: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 13, November, 1858: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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It has been the custom to think that the government was the only
source of honor; it is still looked upon as the source of the
highest honor. By barbarians the monarch is deified. In many
civilized countries of our own time kings are said to rule by
special favor of the Deity; no one stands erect, no loud word is
spoken in their presence; and, indeed, everywhere they are
approached with a reverence so great that more could hardly be shown
to God himself. This homage is not given on account of eminent
personal attributes. These persons are well understood to be often
mean in mind and meaner in morals. The same feeling is shown towards
other high officials. To be in the public service is eagerly coveted;
such employment attracts the finest minds, and is most munificently
rewarded. It is so in this country. We are accustomed to confer upon
official characters honors which we would refuse to a Shakspeare or
a Newton. Yet it is well known, that, while the comprehension and
elucidation of the great laws which govern society are a labor which
will task the strength of the strongest, in ordinary times affairs
may be, and generally are, quite acceptably administered by men of
no marked intellectual superiority. It is not necessary to say that
the sentiment must be wrong which leads us to such strange errors,
--which obliterates the broadest distinctions, and persuades us to
give to feebleness and vice rewards which should be given to genius
and virtue alone.
For the wisest purposes, the Creator has planted within us an
instinctive disposition to revere the illustrious of our kind. To
win that admiration is the most powerful incentive to action,--it is
the ardent desire of passionate natures. The sweet incense of
popular applause is more delicious than wine to the senses of man.
Deservedly obtained, it heals every wound, and soothes all pain; nay,
the mere hope of it will steel him against every danger, and sustain
him amidst disease, penury, neglect, and oppression. To bestow this
reverence is a pleasure hardly less exquisite. While we commune with
the intellects and contemplate the virtues of the great, some portion
of their exceeding light descends upon us, their aspiring spirits
enter our breasts and raise us to higher levels. But to yield our
homage to those who do not deserve it is to pervert a pure and noble
instinct. We cannot worship the degraded, except by sinking to lower
depths of degradation.
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