Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
He remained, as his housekeeper told me, in that state of depression for
two days, often recurring to the monument of his folly, the destroyed
Scripture-piece; weeping over it, and ejaculating wild professions of
amendment, clenched by oaths in which the blessed name of God was made
the guarantee of the strength of a resolution which the demon of his
vice was standing with glaring eyes ready to overturn. I have no faith
in outspoken resolves of wordy declamation: not sure of ourselves, we
fortify our weak resolutions through the ear and the eye, by spoken and
written adjurations, and promises of amendment. After the medicine of
dejection had wrought its utmost effect, I waited upon him. He was
arrayed in melancholy and gloom: but the agony of the lowest pit was
gone, and he stood on a dangerous middle place, between a temporary
fulfilment of his resolutions and a relapse. With a patient of this sort
I never _continue_ a system of argumentation and disputation. I am
satisfied it does injury; for it reaches the moral sore only to irritate
it, and an argument surmounted, or sworn resolution vanquished, is a
triumph and a _pabulum_ to the spirit of the foe greater than years of
domination. I told him, what he confessed frankly, that he stood, for a
day or two, on the dangerous ground from which he had so often fallen,
and requested him authoritatively, as if I had assumed the reins of his
judgment which he had thrown over the back of his passions, to begin
instantly another painting, and try once more the American weed. Command
sometimes, persuasion never, succeeds with a drunkard. He set about
stretching his canvas, and put on the first coat of the foundation of
his picture. I told him I would call again in a week; but that, as it
was not a part of my profession to reclaim drunkards, I would
discontinue my efforts in his behalf, if I found that, at the end of
that time, he had swerved from his resolution. The sense of degradation
in the mind of these lost votaries of intemperance, while it inclines
the unhappy individuals often to resign themselves to the command (from
which, however, they often break) of those they respect, responds keenly
to the manifestations of disregard and loss of esteem with which they
are visited in consequence of their failing. He felt strongly the manner
of my treatment, and I thought and observed even tears working for vent
from his still bloodshot eyes.
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