When we consider what,to use the words of the catechism,is the chief end of man,and what are the true necessaries and means of life,it appears as if men had deliberately chosen the common mode of living because they preferred it to any other.Yet they honestly think there is no choice left.But alert and healthy natures remember that the sun rose clear.It is never too late to give up our prejudices.No way of thinking or doing,however ancient,can be trusted without proof.What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow,mere smoke of opinion,which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields.What old people say you cannot do,you try and find that you can.Old deeds for old people,and new deeds for new.Old people did not know enough once,perchance,to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going;new people put a little dry wood under a pot,and are whirled round the globe with the speed of birds,in a way to kill old people,as the phrase is.Age is no better,hardly so well,qualified for an instructor as youth,for it has not profited so much as it has lost.One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living.Practically,the old have no very important advice to give the young,their own experience has been so partial,and their lives have been such miserable failures,for private reasons,as they must believe;and it may be that they have some faith left which belies that experience,and they are only less young than they were.I have lived some thirty years on this planet,and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors.They have told me nothing,and probably cannot tell me anything to the purpose.Here is life,an experiment to a great extent untried by me;but it does not avail me that they have tried it.If I have any experience which I think valuable,I am sure to reflect that this my Mentors said nothing about.
One farmer says to me,“You cannot live on vegetable food solely,for it furnishes nothing to make bones with;”and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw material of bones;walking all the while he talks behind his oxen,which,with vegetable-made bones,jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.Some things are really necessaries of life in some circles,the most helpless and diseased,which in others are luxuries merely,and in others still are entirely unknown.
The whole ground of human life seems to some to have been gone over by their predecessors,both the heights and the valleys,and all things to have been cared for.According to Evelyn,“the wise Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distance of trees;and the Roman praetors have decided how often you may go into your neighbor's land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass,and what share belongs to that neighbor.”Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails;that is,even with the ends of the fingers neither shorter nor longer.Undoubtedly the very tedium and ennui which presume to have exhausted the variety and the joys of life are as old as Adam.But man's capacities have never been measured;nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents,so little has been tried.Whatever have been thy failures hitherto,“be not afflicted,my child,for who shall assign to thee what thou hast left undone?”
We might try our lives by a thousand simple tests;as,for instance,that the same sun that ripens my beans illumines at once a system of earths like ours.If I had remembered this it would have prevented some mistakes.This was not the light in which I hoed them.The stars are the apexes of what wonderful triangles!What distant and different beings in the various mansions of the universe are contemplating the same one at the same moment!Nature and human life are as various as our several constitutions.Who shall say what prospect life offers to another?Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?We should live in all the ages of the world in an hour;ay,in all the worlds of the ages.History,Poetry,Mythology!-I know of no reading of another's experience so startling and informing as this would be.
The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad,and if I repent of anything,it is very likely to be my good behavior.What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?You may say the wisest thing you can,old man,-you who have lived seventy years,not without honor of a kind,-I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.One generation abandons the enterprises of another like stranded vessels.
I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do.We may waive just so much care of ourselves as we honestly bestow elsewhere.Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.The incessant anxiety and strain of some is a well-nigh incurable form of disease.We are made to exaggerate the importance of what work we do;and yet how much is not done by us!or,what if we had been taken sick?How vigilant we are!determined not to live by faith if we can avoid it;all the day long on the alert,at night we unwillingly say our prayers and commit ourselves to uncertainties.So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live,reverencing our life,and denying the possibility of change.This is the only way,we say;but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.All change is a miracle to contemplate;but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.Confucious said,“To know that we know what we know,and that we do not know what we do not know,that is true knowledge.”When one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his understanding,I foresee that all men will at length establish their lives on that basis.
