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in the leisurely hour of a thoughtful person, the scene. A subdued buzz filled the air : after the day's toil is over, and when there is people were constantly coming in and going nothing more to look forward to in the way out: and moving from place to place: every of work. Sit down, my friend, in an easy- one had his hat on, and of course every one's chair by the fireside : feel that you have head was uncomfortable. There were no plenty of time: then let these pages be read easy-chairs on which to lean back and read: in quiet.
people were sitting on forms, leaning forLet me explain why I say so much of the ward on tables, and reading in that posture. external circumstances which I hold to be It was between eleven and twelve o'clock absolutely essential to the proper reading of A.M.; and one felt that the day's task of this essay, and of many which have gone be- work was yet to do. And when, under all fore it. One day in the month of January these impressions, I turned over the leaves, of this year, I went to a certain large insti- I declare I did not recognize my own artitution in a certain great city, where news cle. It seemed thoroughly out of keeping papers and periodicals are provided for the with every thing there. I could not underamusement and instruction of many hun- stand it, or follow it, or sympathize with it, dreds of readers. I think I see it yet, the in that feverish, hurried atmosphere. It was great, lofty, vaulted chamber, where scores a faintly flavored thing, that had no chance of newspapers were extended on frames, and by the side of short, thrilling, exciting tales, scores more lay on tables ; while many read- in this and that clever periodical. How the ers roved from printed sheet to printed sheet, pages ever got dirty, I cannot imagine ; for like the bee from flower to flower ; and many I know I could not have read them there more, silent and intent, were going eagerly myself. Do not, friendly reader, try to peat the paper which they held most dear. I ruse my essays in such a place. They cansee it yet, the magazine-room, where there not stand it. Laudanum, suitably applied, lay on certain tables copies of every monthly is an efficient medicine; but it would proand quarterly published in Britain, a vast duce no effect if rubbed on the palm of the
And there, not, as in my humble hand. And the writer's essays, which he dwelling, a cherished and solitary guest, but gladly believes have served some good and only a unit in a multitude, it lay, sad-col- kindly ends to many sympathetic though unored externally, but radiant within with in- known friends, will never serve these ends tellectual and moral brightness, the MAGA- unless they are read in the fashion on which ZINE ON FRASER, SUITABLE ALIKE FOR COUN- I have already insisted. Therefore would I TRY AND FOR Town. Advancing as tow- (so to speak) label this article or dissertaards a friend, I seized the periodical, and tion not simply with its title, but with that carelessly turned over its leaves amid that further direction which is given on the precedhum of men, and that slamming of opening ing page. Let me carry my idea to a greater and shutting doors. At length my eye length. I said that most bottles of medrested on a certain article. It is unneces- icine bear not only the name of their consary to specify what the article was about; tents, but directions for the use of their conlet it suffice to say that its title began with tents. This is not so, however, with all. Concerning; that modest word to which no Sometimes, when the medicine has been reviewer has hitherto done justice, which taken for a long time, it bears only. The hints that though the essay may say various Mixture as formerly. The patient, it is unthings about a subject, it does not pretend derstood, knows so well how to take it, and to exhaust the subject, but leaves a vast deal when, that it is needless to repeat the direcmore to say. With much satisfaction I per- tion for its use. Let me please myself with ceived that the pages which bore that article the belief that many valued friends, when were remarkably dirty. Indeed, I do not they discern an essay with the old initials, think I ever saw dirtier pages: and by a will know, without telling anew, how it ought subtle process of ratiocination, I arrived at to be read. It is The Mixture as before. the conviction that those dirty pages must Let it be taken in the old way. And kindly have been pressed by many hands, while the try to put up with a fashion, both in thought lines they bore were read by many eyes. and word, which you may truly beliere is My first emotion was one of exultation. I not intended to be either egotistical or afam a popular author, thought I to myself! fected. And considering that hardly any of my But now to my proper task. I have cerneighbors know that I ever wrote for the tain suggestions to offer Concerning the Worpress, and that my nearest relations sel ries of Life, and How to Meet them. I am dom take the trouble of perusing my arti- quite aware that the reader of a metaphysicles, the extreme novelty of the reflection cal turn, after he has read my essay, may be produced a pardonable elation. But other disposed to find fault with its title. The thoughts followed. I felt the influence of plan which is to be advocated for the treat
ment of the Worries of Life, can only in a that after the bustle of the day, you have modified sense be described as Meeting them. this quiet retreat where you may rest, and You cannot be said to face a thing on which refit yourself for another day with its bustle. you turn your back. You cannot accurately But the conversation goes on. Nothing is be described as meeting a man whom you talked of but the failings of the servants and walk away from. You do not, in strictness, the idleness and impudence of your boys; regard a thing in any mode or fashion, which unless indeed it be the supercilious bow with you do not
regard at all. But, after intense which Mrs. Snooks that afternoon passed reflection, I could devise no title that set your wife, and the fact that the pleasant dinout my subject so well as the present: and ner-party at which you assisted the evening so here it is. Perfection is not generally before at Mr. Smith's, has been ascertained attainable in human doings. It is enough, to have been one of a second-chop characif things are so, that they will do. No doubt ter, his more honored guests having dined this is no excuse
for not making them as good on the previous day. Every petty disagrecas one .can. But the fact is, as you get able in your lot, in short, is brought out, older, you seldom have time to write down turned ingeniously in every possible light, any plausible excuse, before you see a crush- and aggravated and exaggerated to the highing answer to it. The man who has thought est degree. The natural and necessary relongest comes back to the point at yvhich sult follows. An hour, or less, of this disthe man stands who has hardly thought at cipline brings all parties to a sulky and all. He feels, more deeply year by year, the snappish frame of mind. And instead of the truth of the grand axiom, that Múch may be cheerful and thankful mood in which you said on Both Sides.
were disposed to be when you sat down, you Now, my reader, you shall have, in a very find that your whole móral nature is jarred brief space, the essence of my theory as to and out of gear. And your wife, your daughthe treatment of human worry.
ters, and yourself, pass into moody sullen Let us picture to ourselves a man, living silence, over your books-books which you in a pleasant home, in the midst of a beauti- are not likely for this cvening to much apful country. Pleasing scenes are all around preciate or enjoy; Now, I put it to every bim, wherever he can look. There are ever- sensible reader, whether there be not a great greens and grass, fields and hedgerows, deal too much of this kind of thing. Are hills and streams; in the distance the sea, there not families that never spend a quiet and somewhat nearer, the smoke of a little evening together, without embittering it by country town. Now, what would you think raking up every unpleasant subject in their of this man, if he utterly refused to look at lot and history? There are folk who, both the cheerful and beautiful prospects which in their own case and that of others, seem everywhere invite his eye ; and spent the to find a strange satisfaction in sticking the whole day gazing intently at the dunghill, thorn in the hand further in: even in twistand hanging over the pigsty? And all this ing the dagger in the heart. Their lot has though his taste were not so peculiar as to its innumerable blessings, but they will not lead him to take any pleasure in the con- look at these. Let the view around in a templation of the pigsty or the dunghill ; all hundred directions be ever so charming, this, though he had a more than ordinary they cannot be got to turn their mental view dislike to contemplate pigsties or dunghills? in one of these. They persist in keeping No doubt you would say, the man is a mono- nose and eyes at the moral pigsty. maniac.
Oh, what a blessing it would be if we huAnd yet, my reader, don't you know (pos- man beings could turn away our mind's eye sibly from your own experience) that in the at will, as we can our physical! As we can moral world many men and women do a turn away from an ugly view in the material thing precisely analogous, without ever being world, and look at a pleasing one; if we suspected of insanity? Don't you know could but do the like in the world of mind! that multitudes of human beings turn away As you turn your back on a dunghill, or a from the many blessings of their lot, and foul, stagnant ditch : if you could so turn dwell and brood upon its worries? Don't your back on your servants' crrors, on your you know that multitudes persistently look children's faults, on the times when you away from the numerous pleasant things they made a fool of yourself, on the cccasions might contemplate, and look fixedly and al- when sad disappointment came your way,most constantly at painful and disagreeable in short, upon those prospects which are things? You sit down, my friend, in your painful to look back upon! You go to bed, I snug library, beside the evening fire. The may assume, every evening: How often, my blast without is hardly heard through the friend, have you tossed about therc, hour drawn curtains. Your wife is there, and your after hour, sleepless and fovered, stung by two grown-up daughters. You feel thankful care, sorrow, worry: as your memory per
sisted in bringing up again a thousand cir- | though it be close at hand. And in 1
like cumstances which you could wish forever for- manner, we may get our mind so under congot: as cach sad lour and sad fact came up trol, that in ordinary cases it will answer and stuck its little sting into your heart! the rein. We may acquire, by long-continI do not suppose that you have led a spe- ued effort, the power to turn our back upon cially wicked life; I do not write for black- the worry -- that is, in unmetaphoric languards; I suppose your life has been inno- guage, to think something else. cent on the whole, and your lot prosperous:
I have often occasion to converse with I assume no more than the average of petty poor people about their little worries, their vexations, mortifications, and worries. You cares and trials; and from the ingenious remember how that noble man, Sir Charles way in which they put them, so as to make Napier, tells us in his Diary, that sometimes, them look their very worst, it is sometimes when irritated by having discovered some easy to see that the poor man or woman more than usually infamous job or neglect, has been brooding for long hours over the or stung by a keener than ordinary sense of painful thing, turning it in all different ways, the rascally injustice which pursued him till the thing has been got into that precise through life, he tossed about all night in a point of view in which it looks its very uglihalf-frantic state, shouting, praying, and est. It is like one of those gutta-percha blaspheming. Now, whether you be a great heads, squeezed into its most hideous grin. or a little man, when you lay your head on And I have thought, how long this poor soul your thorny pillow, have you not longed must have persisted in looking at nothing oftentimes for the power of resolutely turn- but this dreary prospect before finding out ing the mind's eye in another direction than so accurately the spot whence it looks most that which it was so miserable a thing for you dreary. I might mention one or two amusto contemplate? We all know, of course, ing instances; but I do not think it would how some, when the mind grew into that per- be fair to give the facts, and I could not insistent habit of looking in only one direc- vent any parallel cases unless by being mytion, of harboring only one wretched thought, self painfully worried. And we all know which is of the essence of madness, have that, apart from other reasons, it is impolitic thought, as they could not turn away the to look too long at a disagreeable object, for mind's eye at will to blindfold the mind (so this reason—that all subjects, pleasing or to speak) altogether : to make sure that it painful, greaten on our view if we look at should see nothing at all. By opium, by them long. They grow much bigger. You strong drink, men have endeavored to re- can hardly write à sermon (writing it as duce the mind to pure stupefaction, as their carefully and well as you can) without being sole chance of peace. And you know too, persuaded before you have done with it, that kindly rcader, that even such means have the doctrine or duty you are seeking to ensometimes failed of their sorrowful purpose ; force is one of the very highest possible imand that men have madly flung off the bur- portance. You feel this incomparably more den of this life, as though thus they could strongly when you have finished your disfling off the burden of self and of remem- course than you did when you began it. So brance.
with an essay or an article. Half in jest, I have said that it would be an unspeak- you chose your subject; half earnestly, you able blessing if we could as easily turn the sketched out your plan; but as you carefully eyes away from a moral as from a physical write it out, it begins to grow upon you that pigsty; and in my belief we may, to a great it would be well for the human race would it degree, train ourselves to such a habit. You but listen to your advice and act upon it. see, from what I have just said, that I do not It is so also with our worries, so with all the think the thing is always or cntirely to be ills of our lot, so especially with any treachdone. The only way to forget a thing is to ery or injustice with which we may have cease to feel any interest in it; and we can- been treated. You may brood over a little not cheat ourselves into the belief that we worry till, like the prophet's cloud, it passes feel no interest in a thing which we intensely from being of the size of a man's hand into desire to forget. But though the painful something that blackens all the sky, from thing do not, at our will, quite die away into the horizon to the zenith. You may dwell nothing, still we may habituate ourselves to upon the cruelty and treachery with which look away
from it. Only time can make you have been used, till the thought of them our vexations and worries fade into nothing stings you almost to madness. Who but though we are looking at them: even as must feel for the abandoned wife, treated only distance in space can make the pigsty unquestionably with scandalous barbarity, disappear, if we retire from it still looking who broods over her wrongs till she can in its direction. But we may turn our back think of nothing else, and can hardly speak on the pigsty, and so cease to behold it or write without attacking her unworthy hus.
band? You may, in a moral sense, look at apprehension is possible, in all cases in which the pigsty or the open sewer till, wherever you cannot convict a man of direct falseyou look you shall see nothing save open hood, you shall give him credit for honesty sewers and pigsties. You may dwell so long of intention. And as to all these petty on your own care and sorrow, that you shall offences which have been named—as to most see only care and sorrow everywhere. Now, petty mortifications and disappointments-don't give in to that if you can help it. why, turn your back on them. Turn away
Some one has used you ill-cheated you, from the contemplation of Mr. Snarling's misrepresented you.. An ugly old woman, criticism as you would turn away from a litpartially deaf, and with a remarkably husky tle stagnant puddle to look at fairer sights. voice, has come to your bouse without any Look in the opposite direction from all Miss invitation, and notwithstanding the most Limejuice's doings and sayings, as you would frigid reception which civility will permit, look in the opposite direction from the sole persists in staying for ten days. You over- untidy corner of the garden, where the rotten hear Mr. Snarling informing a stranger that pea-sticks are. As for the graver sorrow, your essays in Fraser are mainly character- try and think of it no more. Learn its lesized by conceit and ill-nature (Mr. Snarling, son indeed ; God sent it to teach you someput on the cap). Your wife and you enter thing and to train you somehow; but then a drawing-room to make a forenoon visit. try and think of it no more. Miss Limejuice is staying at the house. But there are mortals who are always rakYour friend, Mr. Smith, drove you down in ing up unpleasant subjects, because they his drag, which is a remarkably handsome have a real delight in them. Like the morturn-out. And entering the drawing-room bid anatomist, they would rather look at a somewhat faster than was expected, you sur- diseased body than a healthy one. Well, in prise Miss Limejuice, still with a malignant the case of their own lot, let such be ingrin on her extraordinarily ugly countenance, .dulged. At first, when you find them every telegraphing across the room to the lady of time you see them, beginning again the tedithe house to come and look at the carriage. ous story of all their discomforts
and worries, In an instant the malignant grin is exchanged you are disposed to pity them, tedious and for a fawning smile, but not so quickly but uninteresting though the story of their slights that you saw the malignant grin. A man and grievances be. Do not throw away pity has gone to law with you about a point upon such. They are not suitable objects of which appears to you perfectly clear. Now, charity. They have a real though perverted don't sit down and think over and over again enjoyment in going over that wcary parrathese petty provocations. Exclude them tion. It makes them happy to tell at length from your mind. Most of them are really how miserable they are. They would rather too contemptible to be thought of. The look at the pigsty than not. Let them. It noble machinery of your mind, though you is all quite right. But unhappily such peobe only a commonplace, good-hearted mor- ple, not content themselves to contemplate tal, was made for something better than to pigsties, generally are anxious to get their grind that wretched grist. And as for greater acquaintances to contemplate their pigsties injuries, don't think of them more than you too; and as their acquaintances, in most incan help. You will make yourself miserable. stances, would rather look at a clover-field You will think the man who cheated or mis- than a pigsty, such people become companrepresented you an incarnate demon, while ions of the most disagreeable sort. As you probably be is in the main not so bad, are sitting on a finc summer evening on the though possessed of an unhappy disposition grass before your door, tranquil, content, to tell lies to the prejudice of his acquaint- full of thankful enjoyment, they are fond (so
Remember that if you could see his to speak) of suddenly bringing in a scarenconduct, and your own conduct, from his ger's cart, and placing it before you, where point of view, you might see that there is it will blot out all the pleasant prospect. much to be said even for him. No matter They will not let you forget the silly thing how wrong a man is, he may be able to per- you said or did, the paiuful passage in your suade himself into the honest belief that he life on which you wish to shut down the leaf is in the right. You may kill an apostle, forever. They are always probing the halfand think you are doing God service. You healed wound, sticking the knife into the may vilify a curate, who is more popular sensitive place. If the view in a hundred than yourself; and in the process of vilifica- directions is beautiful, they will, by instant tion, you may quote much Scripture and affinity and necessity of nature, beg you to sucd many tcars. Very, very few offenders look at the dunghill, and place the dunghill sce their offence in the precise light in which before you for that purpose. I believe there you do while you condemn it. So resolve are many able, sensitive men, who never had that in any complicated case, in which mis- a fair chance in life. Their powers have
been crippled, their views embittered, their trust to him as loving children might gather whole nature soured, by a constant discipline at the kindest parent's knee. I am content of petty whips and scourges, and little prick- to look at a pigsty when needful: God ining needles, applied (in some cases through tends that we should oftentimes look at such pure stolidity and coarseness of nature) by in the moral world; but God intends that we an ill-mated wife. It is only by flying from should look at clover fields and fragrant their own firesides that they can escape the flowers whenever we can do so without a derunceasing, gadfly, with its petty, irritating, eliction of duty. I am quite sure that when never-ending sting. They live in an atmo- the Blessed Redeemer went to the marriage sphere of pigsty. They cannot lift their at Cana of Galilee, he did not think it his eyes - but some ugly, petty, contemptible duty to cast a gloom and a damp over the wrong is sure to be crammed upon their festive company there. Do not misunderaching gaze. And it must be a very sweet stand me, my spiteful acquaintance. "There and noble nature that years of this training is a time to mourn, as well as a time to will not embitter. It must be a very great dance; and in this life we shall have quite mind that years of this training will fail to enough of the former time, without seeking render inconceivably petty and little. Oh! for supererogatory voes. I am not afraid, woful and miserable to meet a man of fifty myself, to look upon the recent grave; Iwould or sixty, an educated man, who in this world train my children to sit upon the daisied of great interests and solemn anticipations, mound, pensive, but not afraid, as I told can find no subjects to talk of but the neg: them that Christianity has turned the sepullect of his wealthy neighbor, the extortion- chrum into the koliininplov,—the burying-place ate price he is charged for sugar, the care- into the sleeping-place; as I told them how lessness of his man-servant, the flirtations the Christian dead do but sleep for the Great of his maid-servants, the stiffness of Lord Awaking. But I should not think it right to Dunderhead when he lately met that empty- break in upon their innocent cheer by rushpated peer. In what a petty world such a ing in and telling them that their coffin man lives! Under what a low sky he walks: would soon be coming, and that their grave how muggy the atmosphere he breathes ! was waiting in the churchyard. There are
You remember Mr. Croaker, in Goldsmith's times enough and events enough which will Good-natured Man. Whenever he saw a tell them that. Don't let us have Mr. Croaker. number of people cheerful and happy, he al. And don't let us fancy that by making ourways contrived to throw a chill and damp selves miserable, we are doing something over the circle by wishing, with a ghastly air, pleasing to God. It is not his purpose that that they might all be as well that day six we should look at pigsties when we can honmonths. I have known many Croakers. Iestly help it. No doubt, the erroneous behave known men who, if they saw a young lief that God wishes that we should, runs fellow quite happy in his lot and his work, through all religions. India, Persia, Arabia, hopeful and hearty, would instantly try to have known it, no less than Rome, England, suggest something that might make him un- Scotland; the fakir, the eremite, the monk, happy; that might pull him down to a con- the Covenanter, have erred together here. genial gloom. I have known persons who, The Church of England, and the Church of if they had looked upon a gay circle of Scotland, are no more free from the tendency sweet, lively girls, rosy and smiling, would to it, than the Church of Rome; and the have enjoyed extremely to have (in a moral grim Puritan, who thought it sinful to smile, sense) suddenly brought into that fair circle was just as far wrong as the starved monastic a hearse and a coffin. And I have been and the fleshless Brahmin. Every now and filled with fiery indignation, when I knew then, I preach a sermon against this notion; that such persons, really acting from malig- not that people nowadays will actually nant spite and bitterness to see
others happy, scourge and starve themselves; but that they would probably have claimed to be acting carry with them an inveterate belief that it from religious motives, and doing a Chris- would be a fine thing if they did. Here is tian duty. The very foundation, and primary the conclusion of the last sermon; various axiom, in some men's religious belief, is, that friendly readers of Fraser have sent me fancy Almighty God is spitefully angry to see his specimens of bits of my discourses ; let them creatures happy. Oh, what a wicked, mis- compare their notion of them with the fact:chievous lie! God is love. And we know it on the highest of all authorities, that the
“It shows how all men, everywhere, have very first and grandest duty he claims of been pressed by a common sense of guilt against his creatures, is to love him with heart and God, which they thought to expiate by selfsoul and strength and mind; not to shrink better than that. Jesus died for us; Jesas suf
inflicted punishment. But we, my friends, know before him, like whipped slaves before a ca- fered for us ; His sufferings took away our sins ; pricious, sulky tyrant; but to love him and our own sufferings, how great soever never