The Private Papers of Henry RyecroftGissing, George
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The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
Gissing, George
English fiction -- 19th century
It does not mean that my larger sympathies are blunted. By going to
certain places, looking upon certain scenes, I could most effectually
destroy all the calm that life has brought me. If I hold apart and
purposely refuse to look that way, it is because I believe that the world
is better, not worse, for having one more inhabitant who lives as becomes
a civilized being. Let him whose soul prompts him to assail the iniquity
of things, cry and spare not; let him who has the vocation go forth and
combat. In me it would be to err from Nature's guidance. I know, if I
know anything, that I am made for the life of tranquillity and
meditation. I know that only thus can such virtue as I possess find
scope. More than half a century of existence has taught me that most of
the wrong and folly which darken earth is due to those who cannot possess
their souls in quiet; that most of the good which saves mankind from
destruction comes of life that is led in thoughtful stillness. Every day
the world grows noisier; I, for one, will have no part in that increasing
clamour, and, were it only by my silence, I confer a boon on all.
How well would the revenues of a country be expended, if, by mere
pensioning, one-fifth of its population could be induced to live as I do!
V.
"Sir," said Johnson, "all the arguments which are brought to represent
poverty as no evil, show it to be evidently a great evil. You never find
people labouring to convince you that you may live very happily upon a
plentiful fortune."
He knew what he was talking of, that rugged old master of common sense.
Poverty is of course a relative thing; the term has reference, above all,
to one's standing as an intellectual being. If I am to believe the
newspapers, there are title-bearing men and women in England who, had
they an assured income of five-and-twenty, shillings per week, would have
no right to call themselves poor, for their intellectual needs are those
of a stable-boy or scullery wench. Give me the same income and I can
live, but I am poor indeed.
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