American essays -- 20th century; Literature -- History and criticism
Jonathan Swift who invented the phrase “sweetness and light” and
Matthew Arnold who made it what it has become are not themselves
precisely a congruous pair; but then, neither are the qualities they
bracketed. Or at least they occur together in the minds and tempers
of none but the utterly elect. Most persons who have either of them
have never more than one or at best have only one at a time. Consider,
for instance, your perfect optimist: he is a mine, a quarry, a very
bee-tree of sweetness, a honey-dripping fellow, a foaming pail of the
milk of human kindness. But when now and then the light falls on him
from some alien source he shrivels or scurries to a shady nook where
the illumination is not so deadly. Or consider your perfect pessimist:
he is a vial of light imprisoned, a storage battery charged with the
sun, and unless the properest precautions are taken he explodes when
sweetness touches him.
But then, however, consider those eclectic citizens who go in for both
at once. They usually undertake to be sweet in a light way or to be
light in a sweet way. When they are lightly sweet they flit through
the sunshine with the prettiest iridescence, stopping at all the
prosperous flowers but stopping no longer than a moment and never
really exhausting the deepest stores of sugar at the heart of the
blossom. When they are sweetly light they sport admirably in the sun
in the morning hours while its beams are still young and generous and
again toward the evening after mellowness has set in; but they do not
often care to venture into the noon at its full splendours. Sweetness,
it appears to most of them, is a question of the coat rather than of
the constitution; light, it appears to most of them, comes from the
air itself rather than from the fire which uses the air merely as
its medium. If they had studied the history of sweetness they would
realize that it is the fruit of powerful processes working with matter
not altogether sweet itself and arriving at the final essence only
with patience and strife and victory. If they had observed the methods
and effects of light they would understand that though it can heal it
can also kill and that though it may throw a radiance around plain
things it can quite as truly strip off glamour and halo and luxurious
subterfuge.
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