The Peak in Darien, With Some Other Inquiries Touching Concerns of the Soul and the Body: An Octave of EssaysCobbe, Frances Power
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The Peak in Darien, With Some Other Inquiries Touching Concerns of the Soul and the Body: An Octave of Essays
Cobbe, Frances Power
Christianity; Death -- Religious aspects -- Christianity; Medicine -- Religious aspects -- Christianity; Women in Christianity
Let me explain myself. I do not think there is any precept too high
to be accepted by the mass of mankind: nay, I think that the higher,
nobler, more self-sacrificing the lesson, the warmer response it
will draw forth from the heart of humanity. But this is the _moral_
excellence of the precept, the loftiness of the purity, the nobleness
of the generosity, the courageousness of the self-devotion, which are
demanded. It is quite another thing to choose to present, as the proper
motive of daily virtue, an idea requiring a trained _intellect_ to
take it in and a vivid _imagination_ to realize it. Every argument for
virtue, for sobriety, veracity, and so on, drawn from considerations of
future consequences, labors under this irremediable defect: _that it
appeals least to those whom it is most necessary to influence_. When we
go further, and place our fulcrum of moral leverage in the period after
the death of the man to whom we appeal, and candidly tell him that he
will neither enjoy the sight of any good he may have effected, nor
suffer from the spectacle of the results of his wrong-doing, we have
reached (as it seems to me) the _ne plus ultra_ of impracticability.
Woe to human virtue when its advocates are driven to attach primary
importance to such an argument, and dream it can be made “the centre of
a religion”!
To sum up this subject. To a man of high calibre and gifts, the
consideration of “posthumous activities” may act as a spur to doing
great actions, but scarcely as a motive to regulate his daily life
and temper. He will, perhaps, under its influence reform the prisons
of Europe, and at the same time break his wife’s heart; write a
great epic poem, and treat his daughters like slaves; paint splendid
pictures, and remain a selfish and sordid miser; fight heroically his
country’s battles, and lead a life of persistent adultery; be at once a
disinterested statesman in a corrupt age, and an habitual drunkard.
As to the mass of mankind, who are endowed neither with any superior
gifts to employ, nor vivid imagination to realize the results of their
actions hereafter, an appeal to them to act virtuously in consideration
of their posthumous activities would draw forth some such reply as
this: “Our conduct can, at most, leave after our deaths only very small
results on a very few people whom we shall never know. We find it hard
enough to make sacrifices for those whom we do know and love, and whose
happiness or misery we actually witness. It is asking too much of us
that, for remote, contingent, and evanescent benefits to our survivors,
we should undergo any pain or labor, or renounce any of the pleasures
which in our poor short lives (so soon to end forever in darkness) may
fall within our grasp.”
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