Butler, Samuel, 1835-1902 -- Notebooks, sketchbooks, etc.
When we were at Shrewsbury the other day, coming up the Abbey Foregate,
we met a funeral and debated whether or not to take our hats off. We
always do in Italy, that is to say in the country and in villages and
small towns, but we have been told that it is not the custom to do so in
large towns and in cities, which raises a question as to the exact figure
that should be reached by the population of a place before one need not
take off one’s hat to a funeral in one of its streets. At Shrewsbury
seeing no one doing it we thought it might look singular and kept ours
on. My friend Mr. Phillips, the tailor, was in one carriage, I did not
see him, but he saw me and afterwards told me he had pointed me out to a
clergyman who was in the carriage with him.
“Oh,” said the clergyman, “then that’s the man who says England owes all
her greatness to intoxication.”
This is rather a free translation of what I did say; but it only shows
how impossible it is to please those who do not wish to be pleased.
Tennyson may talk about the slow sad hours that bring us all things ill
and all good things from evil, because this is vague and indefinite; but
I may not say that, in spite of the terrible consequences of drunkenness,
man’s intellectual development would not have reached its present stage
without the stimulus of alcohol—which I believe to be both perfectly true
and pretty generally admitted—because this is definite. I do not think I
said more than this and am sure that no one can detest drunkenness more
than I do. {343} It seems to me it will be wiser in me not to try to
make headway at Shrewsbury.
Hell-Fire
If Vesuvius does not frighten those who live under it, is it likely that
Hell-fire should frighten any reasonable person?
I met a traveller who had returned from Hades where he had conversed with
Tantalus and with others of the shades. They all agreed that for the
first six, or perhaps twelve, months they disliked their punishment very
much; but after that, it was like shelling peas on a hot afternoon in
July. They began by discovering (no doubt long after the fact had been
apparent enough to every one else) that they had not been noticing what
they were doing so much as usual, and that they had been even thinking of
something else. From this moment, the automatic stage of action having
set in, the progress towards always thinking of something else was rapid
and they soon forgot that they were undergoing any punishment.
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