’Tis good to give a stranger a meal, or a night’s lodging. ’Tis better
to be hospitable to his good meaning and thought, and give courage to a
companion. We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture,
which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light. Special
precepts are not to be thought of: the talent of well-doing contains
them all. Every hour will show a duty as paramount as that of my whim
just now; and yet I will write it,—that there is one topic peremptorily
forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their
distempers. If you have not slept, or if you have slept, or if you have
headache, or sciatica, or leprosy, or thunder-stroke, I beseech you, by
all angels, to hold your peace, and not pollute the morning, to which
all the housemates bring serene and pleasant thoughts, by corruption and
groans. Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out
of your landscape. The oldest and the most deserving person should come
very modestly into any newly awaked company, respecting the divine
communications, out of which all must be presumed to have newly come.
An old man who added an elevating culture to a large experience of life,
said to me, "When you come into the room, I think I will study how to
make humanity beautiful to you."
As respects the delicate question of culture, I do not think that any
other than negative rules can be laid down. For positive rules, for
suggestion, Nature alone inspires it. Who dare assume to guide a youth,
a maid, to perfect manners?—the golden mean is so delicate,
difficult,—say frankly, unattainable. What finest hands would not be
clumsy to sketch the genial precepts of the young girl’s demeanor? The
chances seem infinite against success; and yet success is continually
attained. There must not be secondariness, and ’tis a thousand to one
that her air and manner will at once betray that she is not primary, but
that there is some other one or many of her class, to whom she
habitually postpones herself. But Nature lifts her easily, and without
knowing it, over these impossibilities, and we are continually surprised
with graces and felicities not only unteachable, but undescribable.
VI.
WORSHIP.
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