I aspire to be acquainted with wiser men than this our Concord soil has produced,whose names are hardly known here.Or shall I hear the name of Plato and never read his book?As if Plato were my townsman and I never saw him,-my next neighbor and I never heard him speak or attended to the wisdom of his words.But how actually is it?His Dialogues,which contain what was immortal in him,lie on the next shelf,and yet I never read them.We are underbred and low-lived and illiterate;and in this respect I confess I do not make any very broad distinction between the illiterateness of my townsman who cannot read at all and the illiterateness of him who has learned to read only what is for children and feeble intellects.We should be as good as the worthies of antiquity,but partly by first knowing how good they were.We are a race of tit-men,and soar but little higher in our intellectual flights than the columns of the daily paper.
It is not all books that are as dull as their readers.There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly,which,if we could really hear and understand,would be more salutary than the morning or the spring to our lives,and possibly put a new aspect on the face of things for us.How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book!The book exists for us,perchance,which will explain our miracles and reveal new ones.The at present unutterable things we may find somewhere uttered.These same questions that disturb and puzzle and confound us have in their turn occurred to all the wise men;not one has been omitted;and each has answered them,according to his ability,by his words and his life.Moreover,with wisdom we shall learn liberality.The solitary hired man on a farm in the outskirts of Concord,who has had his second birth and peculiar religious experience,and is driven as he believes into silent gravity and exclusiveness by his faith,may think it is not true;but Zoroaster,thousands of years ago,travelled the same road and had the same experience;but he,being wise,knew it to be universal,and treated his neighbors accordingly,and is even said to have invented and established worship among men.Let him humbly commune with Zoroaster then,and through the liberalizing influence of all the worthies,with Jesus Christ himself,and let “our church”go by the board.
We boast that we belong to the Nineteenth Century and are making the most rapid strides of any nation.But consider how little this village does for its own culture.I do not wish to flatter my townsmen,nor to be flattered by them,for that will not advance either of us.We need to be provoked,-goaded like oxen,as we are,into a trot.We have a comparatively decent system of common schools,schools for infants only;but excepting the half-starved Lyceum in the winter,and latterly the puny beginning of a library suggested by the State,no school for ourselves.We spend more on almost any article of bodily aliment or ailment than on our mental aliment.It is time that we had uncommon schools,that we did not leave off our education when we begin to be men and women.It is time that villages were universities,and their elder inhabitants the fellows of universities,with leisure-if they are,indeed,so well off-to pursue liberal studies the rest of their lives.Shall the world be confined to one Paris or one Oxford forever?Cannot students be boarded here and get a liberal education under the skies of Concord?Can we not hire some Ablard to lecture to us?Alas!what with foddering the cattle and tending the store,we are kept from school too long,and our education is sadly neglected.In this country,the village should in some respects take the place of the nobleman of Europe.It should be the patron of the fine arts.It is rich enough.It wants only the magnanimity and refinement.It can spend money enough on such things as farmers and traders value,but it is thought Utopian to propose spending money for things which more intelligent men know to be of far more worth.This town has spent seventeen thousand dollars on a town house,thank fortune or politics,but probably it will not spend so much on living wit,the true meat to put into that shell,in a hundred years.The one hundred and twenty-five dollars annually subscribed for a Lyceum in the winter is better spent than any other equal sum raised in the town.If we live in the Nineteenth Century,why should we not enjoy the advantages which the Nineteenth Century offers?Why should our life be in any respect provincial?If we will read newspapers,why not skip the gossip of Boston and take the best newspaper in the world at once?-not be sucking the pap of “neutral family”papers,or browsing “Olive-Branches”here in New England.Let the reports of all the learned societies come to us,and we will see if they know anything.Why should we leave it to Harper &Brothers and Redding &Co.to select our reading?As the nobleman of cultivated taste surrounds himself with whatever conduces to his culture,-genius-learning-wit-books-paintings-statuary-music-philosophical instruments,and the like;so let the village do,-not stop short at a pedagogue,a parson,a sexton,a parish library,and three select-men,because our Pilgrim forefathers got through a cold winter once on a bleak rock with these.To act collectively is according to the spirit of our institutions;and I am confident that,as our circumstances are more flourishing,our means are greater than the nobleman's.New England can hire all the wise men in the world to come and teach her,and board them round the while,and not be provincial at all.That is the uncommon school we want.Instead of noblemen,let us have noble villages of men.If it is necessary,omit one bridge over the river,go round a little there,and throw one arch at least over the darker gulf of ignorance which surrounds us.
