The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 12 (of 12)Hazlitt, William
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The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 12 (of 12)
Hazlitt, William
English essays -- 19th century
_B._ And has that uneasiness, I again ask, its source in self-love? If
self-love were the only principle of action, we ought to receive no
uneasiness from the pains of others, we ought to be wholly exempt from
any such weakness: or the least that can be required to give the
smallest shadow of excuse to this exclusive theory is, that the instant
the pain was communicated by our foolish, indiscreet sympathy, we should
think of nothing but getting rid of it as fast as possible, by fair
means or foul, as a mechanical instinct. If the pain of sympathy, as
soon as it arose, was decompounded from the objects which gave it birth,
and acted upon the brain or nerves solely as a detached, desultory
feeling, or abstracted sense of uneasiness, from which the mind shrunk
with its natural aversion to pain, then I would allow that the impulse
in this case, having no reference to the good of another, and seeking
only to remove a present inconvenience from the individual, would still
be properly self-love: but no such process of abstraction takes place.
The feeling of compassion, as it first enters the mind, so it continues
to act upon it in conjunction with the idea of what another suffers;
refers every wish it forms or every effort it makes, to the removal of
pain from a fellow-creature, and is only satisfied when it believes this
end to be accomplished. It is not a blind, physical repugnance to pain,
as affecting ourselves, but rational or intelligible conception of it as
existing out of ourselves, that prompts and sustains our exertions in
behalf of humanity. Nor can it be otherwise, while man is the creature
of imagination and reason, and has faculties that implicate him (whether
he will or not) in the pleasures and pains of others, and bind up his
fate with theirs. Why, then, when an action or feeling is neither in its
commencement nor progress, nor ultimate objects, dictated by or subject
to the control of self-love, bestow the name where every thing but the
name is wanting?
_A._ I must give you fair warning, that in this last _tirade_ you have
more than once gone beyond my comprehension. Your distinctions are too
fine-drawn, and there is a want of relief in the expression. Are you not
getting back to what you describe as your _first manner_? Your present
style is more amusing. See if you cannot throw a few high lights into
that last argument!
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