I should like to live long enough to see the course of the Tiber turned, and the bottom of the river thoroughly dredged.I wonder if they would find the seven-branched golden candlestick brought from Jerusalem by Titus, and said to have been dropped from the Milvian bridge.I have often thought of going fishing for it some year when I wanted a vacation, as some of my friends used to go to Ireland to fish for salmon.There was an attempt of that kind, I think, a few years ago.
We all know how it looks well enough, from the figure of it on the Arch of Titus, but I should like to "heft " it in my own hand, and carry it home and shine it up (excuse my colloquialisms), and sit down and look at it, and think and think and think until the Temple of Solomon built up its walls of hewn stone and its roofs of cedar around me as noiselessly as when it rose, and "there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house while it was in building."All this, you will remember, Beloved, is a digression on my own account, and I return to the old Master whom I left smiling at his own alteration of Shenstone's celebrated inscription.He now begin reading again:
--I want it to be understood that I consider that a certain number of persons are at liberty to dislike me peremptorily, without showing cause, and that they give no offence whatever in so doing.
If I did not cheerfully acquiesce in this sentiment towards myself on the part of others, I should not feel at liberty to indulge my own aversions.I try to cultivate a Christian feeling to all my fellow-creatures, but inasmuch as I must also respect truth and honesty, Iconfess to myself a certain number of inalienable dislikes and prejudices, some of which may possibly be shared by others.Some of these are purely instinctive, for others I can assign a reason.Our likes and dislikes play so important a part in the Order of Things that it is well to see on what they are founded.
There are persons I meet occasionally who are too intelligent by half for my liking.They know my thoughts beforehand, and tell me what Iwas going to say.Of course they are masters of all my knowledge, and a good deal besides; have read all the books I have read, and in later editions; have had all the experiences I have been through, and more-too.In my private opinion every mother's son of them will lie at any time rather than confess ignorance.
--I have a kind of dread, rather than hatred, of persons with a large excess of vitality; great feeders, great laughers, great story-tellers, who come sweeping over their company with a huge tidal wave of animal spirits and boisterous merriment.I have pretty good spirits myself, and enjoy a little mild pleasantry, but I am oppressed and extinguished by these great lusty, noisy creatures,--and feel as if I were a mute at a funeral when they get into full blast.
--I cannot get along much better with those drooping, languid people, whose vitality falls short as much as that of the others is in excess.I have not life enough for two; I wish I had.It is not very enlivening to meet a fellow-creature whose expression and accents say, "You are the hair that breaks the camel's back of my endurance, you are the last drop that makes my cup of woe run over";persons whose heads drop on one side like those of toothless infants, whose voices recall the tones in which our old snuffling choir used to wail out the verses of:
"Life is the time to serve the Lord."
--There is another style which does not captivate me.I recognize an attempt at the grand manner now and then, in persons who are well enough in their way, but of no particular importance, socially or otherwise.Some family tradition of wealth or distinction is apt to be at the bottom of it, and it survives all the advantages that used to set it off.I like family pride as well as my neighbors, and respect the high-born fellow-citizen whose progenitors have not worked in their shirt-sleeves for the last two generations full as much as I ought to.But grand pere oblige; a person with a known grandfather is too distinguished to find it necessary to put on airs.
The few Royal Princes I have happened to know were very easy people to get along with, and had not half the social knee-action I have often seen in the collapsed dowagers who lifted their eyebrows at me in my earlier years.
--My heart does not warm as it should do towards the persons, not intimates, who are always too glad to see me when we meet by accident, and discover all at once that they have a vast deal to unbosom themselves of to me.
--There is one blameless person whom I cannot love and have no excuse for hating.It is the innocent fellow-creature, otherwise inoffensive to me, whom I find I have involuntarily joined on turning a corner.I suppose the Mississippi, which was flowing quietly along, minding its own business, hates the Missouri for coming into it all at once with its muddy stream.I suppose the Missouri in like manner hates the Mississippi for diluting with its limpid, but insipid current the rich reminiscences of the varied soils through which its own stream has wandered.I will not compare myself, to the clear or the turbid current, but I will own that my heart sinks when I find all of a sudden I am in for a corner confluence, and I cease loving my neighbor as myself until I can get away from him.
