With a little more deliberation in the choice of their pursuits,all men would perhaps become essentially students and observers,for certainly their nature and destiny are interesting to all alike.In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity,in founding a family or a state,or acquiring fame even,we are mortal;but in dealing with truth we are immortal,and need fear no change nor accident.The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity;and still the trembling robe remains raised,and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did,since it was I in him that was then so bold,and it is he in me that now reviews the vision.No dust has settled on that robe;no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed.That time which we really improve,or which is improvable,is neither past,present,nor future.
My residence was more favorable,not only to thought,but to serious reading,than a university;and though I was beyond the range of the ordinary circulating library,I had more than ever come within the influence of those books which circulate round the world,whose sentences were first written on bark,and are now merely copied from time to time on to linen paper.Says the poet Mr Camar Uddn Mast,“Being seated,to run through the region of the spiritual world;I have had this advantage in books.To be intoxicated by a single glass of wine;I have experienced this pleasure when I have drunk the liquor of the esoteric doctrines.”I kept Homer's Iliad on my table through the summer,though I looked at his page only now and then.Incessant labor with my hands,at first,for I had my house to finish and my beans to hoe at the same time,made more study impossible.Yet I sustained myself by the prospect of such reading in future.I read one or two shallow books of travel in the intervals of my work,till that employment made me ashamed of myself,and I asked where it was then that I lived.
The student may read Homer or Aeschylus in the Greek without danger of dissipation or luxuriousness,for it implies that he in some measure emulate their heroes,and consecrate morning hours to their pages.The heroic books,even if printed in the character of our mother tongue,will always be in a language dead to degenerate times;and we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line,conjecturing a larger sense than common use permits out of what wisdom and valor and generosity we have.The modern cheap and fertile press,with all its translations,has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.They seem as solitary,and the letter in which they are printed as rare and curious,as ever.It is worth the expense of youthful days and costly hours,if you learn only some words of an ancient language,which are raised out of the trivialness of the street,to be perpetual suggestions and provocations.It is not in vain that the farmer remembers and repeats the few Latin words which he has heard.Men sometimes speak as if the study of the classics would at length make way for more modern and practical studies;but the adventurous student will always study classics,in whatever language they may be written and however ancient they may be.For what are the classics but the noblest recorded thoughts of man?They are the only oracles which are not decayed,and there are such answers to the most modern inquiry in them as Delphi and Dodona never gave.We might as well omit to study Nature because she is old.To read well,that is,to read true books in a true spirit,is a noble exercise,and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem.It requires a training such as the athletes underwent,the steady intention almost of the whole life to this object.Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they were written.It is not enough even to be able to speak the language of that nation by which they are written,for there is a memorable interval between the spoken and the written language,the language heard and the language read.The one is commonly transitory,a sound,a tongue,a dialect merely,almost brutish,and we learn it unconsciously,like the brutes,of our mothers.The other is the maturity and experience of that;if that is our mother tongue,this is our father tongue,a reserved and select expression,too significant to be heard by the ear,which we must be born again in order to speak.The crowds of men who merely spoke the Greek and Latin tongues in the Middle Ages were not entitled by the accident of birth to read the works of genius written in those languages;for these were not written in that Greek or Latin which they knew,but in the select language of literature.They had not learned the nobler dialects of Greece and Rome,but the very materials on which they were written were waste paper to them,and they prized instead a cheap contemporary literature.But when the several nations of Europe had acquired distinct though rude written languages of their own,sufficient for the purposes of their rising literatures,then first learning revived,and scholars were enabled to discern from that remoteness the treasures of antiquity.What the Roman and Grecian multitude could not hear,after the lapse of ages a few scholars read,and a few scholars only are still reading it.
