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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Short Stories and Essays + From "Literature and Life" + +Author: William Dean Howells + +Release Date: October 22, 2004 [EBook #3379] +Last Updated: August 25, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHORT STORIES AND ESSAYS *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + LITERATURE AND LIFE<br />SHORT STORIES AND ESSAYS + </h1> + <h2> + By William Dean Howells + </h2> + <hr /> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> WORRIES OF A WINTER WALK </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> SUMMER ISLES OF EDEN </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> WILD FLOWERS OF THE ASPHALT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> A CIRCUS IN THE SUBURBS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> A SHE HAMLET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> THE MIDNIGHT PLATOON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> THE BEACH AT ROCKAWAY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0037"> SAWDUST IN THE ARENA </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0038"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0039"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0040"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0041"> AT A DIME MUSEUM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0042"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0043"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0044"> AMERICAN LITERATURE IN EXILE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0045"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0046"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0047"> THE HORSE SHOW </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0048"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0049"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0050"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0051"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0052"> THE PROBLEM OF THE SUMMER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0053"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0054"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0055"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0056"> AESTHETIC NEW YORK FIFTY-ODD YEARS AGO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0057"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0058"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0059"> FROM NEW YORK INTO NEW ENGLAND </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0060"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0061"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0062"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0063"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0064"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0065"> THE ART OF THE ADSMITH </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0066"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0067"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0068"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0069"> THE PSYCHOLOGY OF PLAGIARISM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0070"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0071"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0072"> PURITANISM IN AMERICAN FICTION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0073"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0074"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0075"> THE WHAT AND THE HOW IN ART </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0076"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0077"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0078"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0079"> POLITICS OF AMERICAN AUTHORS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0080"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0081"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0082"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0083"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0084"> STORAGE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0085"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0086"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0087"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0088"> IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0089"> “FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER ON THE O-HI-O” + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0090"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0091"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0092"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0093"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0094"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0095"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0096"> PG EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + WORRIES OF A WINTER WALK + </h2> + <p> + The other winter, as I was taking a morning walk down to the East River, I + came upon a bit of our motley life, a fact of our piebald civilization, + which has perplexed me from time to time, ever since, and which I wish now + to leave with the reader, for his or her more thoughtful consideration. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + The morning was extremely cold. It professed to be sunny, and there was + really some sort of hard glitter in the air, which, so far from being + tempered by this effulgence, seemed all the stonier for it. Blasts of + frigid wind swept the streets, and buffeted each other in a fury of + resentment when they met around the corners. Although I was passing + through a populous tenement-house quarter, my way was not hindered by the + sports of the tenement-house children, who commonly crowd one from the + sidewalks; no frowzy head looked out over the fire-escapes; there were no + peddlers’ carts or voices in the road-way; not above three or four + shawl-hooded women cowered out of the little shops with small purchases in + their hands; not so many tiny girls with jugs opened the doors of the beer + saloons. The butchers’ windows were painted with patterns of frost, + through which I could dimly see the frozen meats hanging like hideous + stalactites from the roof. When I came to the river, I ached in sympathy + with the shipping painfully atilt on the rocklike surface of the brine, + which broke against the piers, and sprayed itself over them like showers + of powdered quartz. + </p> + <p> + But it was before I reached this final point that I received into my + consciousness the moments of the human comedy which have been an + increasing burden to it. Within a block of the river I met a child so + small that at first I almost refused to take any account of her, until she + appealed to my sense of humor by her amusing disproportion to the pail + which she was lugging in front of her with both of her little mittened + hands. I am scrupulous about mittens, though I was tempted to write of her + little naked hands, red with the pitiless cold. This would have been more + effective, but it would not have been true, and the truth obliges me to + own that she had a stout, warm-looking knit jacket on. The pail-which was + half her height and twice her bulk-was filled to overflowing with small + pieces of coal and coke, and if it had not been for this I might have + taken her for a child of the better classes, she was so comfortably clad. + But in that case she would have had to be fifteen or sixteen years old, in + order to be doing so efficiently and responsibly the work which, as the + child of the worse classes, she was actually doing at five or six. We + must, indeed, allow that the early self-helpfulness of such children is + very remarkable, and all the more so because they grow up into men and + women so stupid that, according to the theories of all polite economists, + they have to have their discontent with their conditions put into their + heads by malevolent agitators. + </p> + <p> + From time to time this tiny creature put down her heavy burden to rest; it + was, of course, only relatively heavy; a man would have made nothing of + it. From time to time she was forced to stop and pick up the bits of coke + that tumbled from her heaping pail. She could not consent to lose one of + them, and at last, when she found she could not make all of them stay on + the heap, she thriftily tucked them into the pockets of her jacket, and + trudged sturdily on till she met a boy some years older, who planted + himself in her path and stood looking at her, with his hands in his + pockets. I do not say he was a bad boy, but I could see in his furtive eye + that she was a sore temptation to him. The chance to have fun with her by + upsetting her bucket, and scattering her coke about till she cried with + vexation, was one which might not often present itself, and I do not know + what made him forego it, but I know that he did, and that he finally + passed her, as I have seen a young dog pass a little cat, after having + stopped it, and thoughtfully considered worrying it. + </p> + <p> + I turned to watch the child out of sight, and when I faced about towards + the river again I received the second instalment of my present perplexity. + A cart, heavily laden with coke, drove out of the coal-yard which I now + perceived I had come to, and after this cart followed two brisk old women, + snugly clothed and tightly tucked in against the cold like the child, who + vied with each other in catching up the lumps of coke that were jolted + from the load, and filling their aprons with them; such old women, so + hale, so spry, so tough and tireless, with the withered apples red in + their cheeks, I have not often seen. They may have been about sixty years, + or sixty-five, the time of life when most women are grandmothers and are + relegated on their merits to the cushioned seats of their children’s + homes, softly silk-gowned and lace-capped, dear visions of lilac and + lavender, to be loved and petted by their grandchildren. The fancy can + hardly put such sweet ladies in the place of those nimble beldams, who + hopped about there in the wind-swept street, plucking up their day’s + supply of firing from the involuntary bounty of the cart. Even the attempt + is unseemly, and whether mine is at best but a feeble fancy, not bred to + strenuous feats of any kind, it fails to bring them before me in that + figure. I cannot imagine ladies doing that kind of thing; I can only + imagine women who had lived hard and worked hard all their lives doing it; + who had begun to fight with want from their cradles, like that little one + with the pail, and must fight without ceasing to their graves. But I am + not unreasonable; I understand and I understood what I saw to be one of + the things that must be, for the perfectly good and sufficient reason that + they always have been; and at the moment I got what pleasure I could out + of the stolid indifference of the cart-driver, who never looked about him + at the scene which interested me, but jolted onward, leaving a trail of + pungent odors from his pipe in the freezing eddies of the air behind him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + It is still not at all, or not so much, the fact that troubles me; it is + what to do with the fact. The question began with me almost at once, or at + least as soon as I faced about and began to walk homeward with the wind at + my back. I was then so much more comfortable that the aesthetic instinct + thawed out in me, and I found myself wondering what use I could make of + what I had seen in the way of my trade. Should I have something very + pathetic, like the old grandmother going out day after day to pick up coke + for her sick daughter’s freezing orphans till she fell sick herself? + What should I do with the family in that case? They could not be left at + that point, and I promptly imagined a granddaughter, a girl of about + eighteen, very pretty and rather proud, a sort of belle in her humble + neighborhood, who should take her grandmother’s place. I decided + that I should have her Italian, because I knew something of Italians, and + could manage that nationality best, and I should call her Maddalena; + either Maddalena or Marina; Marina would be more Venetian, and I saw that + I must make her Venetian. Here I was on safe ground, and at once the + love-interest appeared to help me out. By virtue of the law of contrasts; + it appeared to me in the person of a Scandinavian lover, tall, silent, + blond, whom I at once felt I could do, from my acquaintance with + Scandinavian lovers in Norwegian novels. His name was Janssen, a good, + distinctive Scandinavian name; I do not know but it is Swedish; and I + thought he might very well be a Swede; I could imagine his manner from + that of a Swedish waitress we once had. + </p> + <p> + Janssen—Jan Janssen, say-drove the coke-cart which Marina’s + grandmother used to follow out of the coke-yard, to pick up the bits of + coke as they were jolted from it, and he had often noticed her with deep + indifference. At first he noticed Marina—or Nina, as I soon saw I + must call her—with the same unconcern; for in her grandmother’s + hood and jacket and check apron, with her head held shamefacedly downward, + she looked exactly like the old woman. I thought I would have Nina make + her self-sacrifice rebelliously, as a girl like her would be apt to do, + and follow the cokecart with tears. This would catch Janssen’s + notice, and he would wonder, perhaps with a little pang, what the old + woman was crying about, and then he would see that it was not the old + woman. He would see that it was Nina, and he would be in love with her at + once, for she would not only be very pretty, but he would know that she + was good, if she were willing to help her family in that way. + </p> + <p> + He would respect the girl, in his dull, sluggish, Northern way. He would + do nothing to betray himself. But little by little he would begin to + befriend her. He would carelessly overload his cart before he left the + yard, so that the coke would fall from it more lavishly; and not only + this, but if he saw a stone or a piece of coal in the street he would + drive over it, so that more coke would be jolted from his load. + </p> + <p> + Nina would get to watching for him. She must not notice him much at first, + except as the driver of the overladen, carelessly driven cart. But after + several mornings she must see that he is very strong and handsome. Then, + after several mornings more, their eyes must meet, her vivid black eyes, + with the tears of rage and shame in them, and his cold blue eyes. This + must be the climax; and just at this point I gave my fancy a rest, while I + went into a drugstore at the corner of Avenue B to get my hands warm. + </p> + <p> + They were abominably cold, even in my pockets, and I had suffered past + several places trying to think of an excuse to go in. I now asked the + druggist if he had something which I felt pretty sure he had not, and this + put him in the wrong, so that when we fell into talk he was very polite. + We agreed admirably about the hard times, and he gave way respectfully + when I doubted his opinion that the winters were getting milder. I made + him reflect that there was no reason for this, and that it was probably an + illusion from that deeper impression which all experiences made on us in + the past, when we were younger; I ought to say that he was an elderly man, + too. I said I fancied such a morning as this was not very mild for people + that had no fires, and this brought me back again to Janssen and Marina, + by way of the coke-cart. The thought of them rapt me so far from the + druggist that I listened to his answer with a glazing eye, and did not + know what he said. My hands had now got warm, and I bade him good-morning + with a parting regret, which he civilly shared, that he had not the thing + I had not wanted, and I pushed out again into the cold, which I found not + so bad as before. + </p> + <p> + My hero and heroine were waiting for me there, and I saw that to be truly + modern, to be at once realistic and mystical, to have both delicacy and + strength, I must not let them get further acquainted with each other. The + affair must simply go on from day to day, till one morning Jan must note + that it was again the grandmother and no longer the girl who was following + his cart. She must be very weak from a long sickness—I was not sure + whether to have it the grippe or not, but I decided upon that + provisionally and she must totter after Janssen, so that he must get down + after a while to speak to her under pretence of arranging the tail-board + of his cart, or something of that kind; I did not care for the detail. + They should get into talk in the broken English which was the only + language they could have in common, and she should burst into tears, and + tell him that now Nina was sick; I imagined making this very simple, but + very touching, and I really made it so touching that it brought the lump + into my own throat, and I knew it would be effective with the reader. Then + I had Jan get back upon his cart, and drive stolidly on again, and the old + woman limp feebly after. + </p> + <p> + There should not be any more, I decided, except that one very cold + morning, like that; Jan should be driving through that street, and should + be passing the door of the tenement house where Nina had lived, just as a + little procession should be issuing from it. The fact must be told in + brief sentences, with a total absence of emotionality. The last touch must + be Jan’s cart turning the street corner with Jan’s figure + sharply silhouetted against the clear, cold morning light. Nothing more. + </p> + <p> + But it was at this point that another notion came into my mind, so antic, + so impish, so fiendish, that if there were still any Evil One, in a world + which gets on so poorly without him, I should attribute it to his + suggestion; and this was that the procession which Jan saw issuing from + the tenement-house door was not a funeral procession, as the reader will + have rashly fancied, but a wedding procession, with Nina at the head of + it, quite well again, and going to be married to the little brown youth + with ear-rings who had long had her heart. + </p> + <p> + With a truly perverse instinct, I saw how strong this might be made, at + the fond reader’s expense, to be sure, and how much more pathetic, + in such a case, the silhouetted figure on the coke-cart would really be. I + should, of course, make it perfectly plain that no one was to blame, and + that the whole affair had been so tacit on Jan’s part that Nina + might very well have known nothing of his feeling for her. Perhaps at the + very end I might subtly insinuate that it was possible he might have had + no such feeling towards her as the reader had been led to imagine. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + The question as to which ending I ought to have given my romance is what + has ever since remained to perplex me, and it is what has prevented my + ever writing it. Here is material of the best sort lying useless on my + hands, which, if I could only make up my mind, might be wrought into a + short story as affecting as any that wring our hearts in fiction; and I + think I could get something fairly unintelligible out of the broken + English of Jan and Nina’s grandmother, and certainly something + novel. All that I can do now, however, is to put the case before the + reader, and let him decide for himself how it should end. + </p> + <p> + The mere humanist, I suppose, might say, that I am rightly served for + having regarded the fact I had witnessed as material for fiction at all; + that I had no business to bewitch it with my miserable art; that I ought + to have spoken to that little child and those poor old women, and tried to + learn something of their lives from them, that I might offer my knowledge + again for the instruction of those whose lives are easy and happy in the + indifference which ignorance breeds in us. I own there is something in + this, but then, on the other hand, I have heard it urged by nice people + that they do not want to know about such squalid lives, that it is + offensive and out of taste to be always bringing them in, and that we + ought to be writing about good society, and especially creating grandes + dames for their amusement. This sort of people could say to the humanist + that he ought to be glad there are coke-carts for fuel to fall off from + for the lower classes, and that here was no case for sentiment; for if one + is to be interested in such things at all, it must be aesthetically, + though even this is deplorable in the presence of fiction already + overloaded with low life, and so poor in grades dames as ours. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SUMMER ISLES OF EDEN + </h2> + <p> + It may be all an illusion of the map, where the Summer Islands glimmer a + small and solitary little group of dots and wrinkles, remote from + continental shores, with a straight line descending southeastwardly upon + them, to show how sharp and swift the ship’s course is, but they + seem so far and alien from my wonted place that it is as if I had slid + down a steepy slant from the home-planet to a group of asteroids nebulous + somewhere in middle space, and were resting there, still vibrant from the + rush of the meteoric fall. There were, of course, facts and incidents + contrary to such a theory: a steamer starting from New York in the raw + March morning, and lurching and twisting through two days of diagonal + seas, with people aboard dining and undining, and talking and smoking and + cocktailing and hot-scotching and beef-teaing; but when the ship came in + sight of the islands, and they began to lift their cedared slopes from the + turquoise waters, and to explain their drifted snows as the white walls + and white roofs of houses, then the waking sense became the dreaming + sense, and the sweet impossibility of that drop through air became the + sole reality. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + Everything here, indeed, is so strange that you placidly accept whatever + offers itself as the simplest and naturalest fact. Those low hills, that + climb, with their tough, dark cedars, from the summer sea to the summer + sky, might have drifted down across the Gulf Stream from the coast of + Maine; but when, upon closer inspection, you find them skirted with palms + and bananas, and hedged with oleanders, you merely wonder that you had + never noticed these growths in Maine before, where you were so familiar + with the cedars. The hotel itself, which has brought the Green Mountains + with it, in every detail, from the dormer-windowed mansard-roof, and the + white-painted, green-shuttered walls, to the neat, school-mistressly + waitresses in the dining-room, has a clump of palmettos beside it, swaying + and sighing in the tropic breeze, and you know that when it migrates back + to the New England hill-country, at the end of the season, you shall find + it with the palmettos still before its veranda, and equally at home, + somewhere in the Vermont or New Hampshire July. There will be the same + American groups looking out over them, and rocking and smoking, though, + alas! not so many smoking as rocking. + </p> + <p> + But where, in that translation, would be the gold braided red or blue + jackets of the British army and navy which lend their lustre and color + here to the veranda groups? Where should one get the house walls of + whitewashed stone and the garden walls which everywhere glow in the sun, + and belt in little spaces full of roses and lilies? These things must come + from some other association, and in the case of him who here confesses, + the lustrous uniforms and the glowing walls rise from waters as far away + in time as in space, and a long-ago apparition of Venetian Junes haunts + the coral shore. (They are beginning to say the shore is not coral; but no + matter.) To be sure, the white roofs are not accounted for in this + visionary presence; and if one may not relate them to the snowfalls of + home winters, then one must frankly own them absolutely tropical, together + with the green-pillared and green-latticed galleries. They at least + suggest the tropical scenery of Prue and I as one remembers seeing it + through Titbottom’s spectacles; and yet, if one supplies roofs of + brown-red tiles, it is all Venetian enough, with the lagoon-like expanses + that lend themselves to the fond effect. It is so Venetian, indeed, that + it wants but a few silent gondolas and noisy gondoliers, in place of the + dark, taciturn oarsmen of the clumsy native boats, to complete the coming + and going illusion; and there is no good reason why the rough little isles + that fill the bay should not call themselves respectively San Giorgio and + San Clemente, and Sant’ Elena and San Lazzaro: they probably have no + other names! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + These summer isles of Eden have this advantage over the scriptural Eden, + that apparently it was not woman and her seed who were expelled, when once + she set foot here, but the serpent and his seed: women now abound in the + Summer Islands, and there is not a snake anywhere to be found. There are + some tortoises and a great many frogs in their season, but no other + reptiles. The frogs are fabled of a note so deep and hoarse that its + vibration almost springs the environing mines of dynamite, though it has + never yet done so; the tortoises grow to a great size and a patriarchal + age, and are fond of Boston brown bread and baked beans, if their + preferences may be judged from those of a colossal specimen in the care of + an American family living on the islands. The observer who contributes + this fact to science is able to report the case of a parrot-fish, on the + same premises, so exactly like a large brown and purple cockatoo that, + seeing such a cockatoo later on dry land, it was with a sense of something + like cruelty in its exile from its native waters. The angel-fish he thinks + not so much like angels; they are of a transparent purity of substance, + and a cherubic innocence of expression, but they terminate in two tails, + which somehow will not lend themselves to the resemblance. + </p> + <p> + Certainly the angel-fish is not so well named as the parrot-fish; it might + better be called the ghostfish, it is so like a moonbeam in the pools it + haunts, and of such a convertible quality with the iridescent vegetable + growths about it. All things here are of a weird convertibility to the + alien perception, and the richest and rarest facts of nature lavish + themselves in humble association with the commonest and most familiar. You + drive through long stretches of wayside willows, and realize only now and + then that these willows are thick clumps of oleanders; and through them + you can catch glimpses of banana-orchards, which look like dishevelled + patches of gigantic cornstalks. The fields of Easter lilies do not quite + live up to their photographs; they are presently suffering from a + mysterious blight, and their flowers are not frequent enough to lend them + that sculpturesque effect near to, which they wear as far off as New York. + The potato-fields, on the other hand, are of a tender delicacy of coloring + which compensates for the lilies’ lack, and the palms give no just + cause for complaint, unless because they are not nearly enough to + characterize the landscape, which in spite of their presence remains so + northern in aspect. They were much whipped and torn by a late hurricane, + which afflicted all the vegetation of the islands, and some of the royal + palms were blown down. Where these are yet standing, as four or five of + them are in a famous avenue now quite one-sided, they are of a majesty + befitting that of any king who could pass by them: no sovereign except + Philip of Macedon in his least judicial moments could pass between them. + </p> + <p> + The century-plant, which here does not require pampering under glass, but + boldly takes its place out doors with the other trees of the garden, + employs much less than a hundred years to bring itself to bloom. It often + flowers twice or thrice in that space of time, and ought to take away the + reproach of the inhabitants for a want of industry and enterprise: a + century-plant at least could do no more in any air, and it merits praise + for its activity in the breath of these languorous seas. One such must be + in bloom at this very writing, in the garden of a house which this very + writer marked for his own on his first drive ashore from the steamer to + the hotel, when he bestowed in its dim, unknown interior one of the many + multiples of himself which are now pretty well dispersed among the + pleasant places of the earth. It fills the night with a heavy heliotropean + sweetness, and on the herb beneath, in the effulgence of the waxing moon, + the multiple which has spiritually expropriated the legal owners stretches + itself in an interminable reverie, and hears Youth come laughing back to + it on the waters kissing the adjacent shore, where other white houses + (which also it inhabits) bathe their snowy underpinning. In this dream the + multiple drives home from the balls of either hotel with the young girls + in the little victorias which must pass its sojourn; and, being but a + vision itself, fore casts the shapes of flirtation which shall night-long + gild the visions of their sleep with the flash of military and naval + uniforms. Of course the multiple has been at the dance too (with a shadowy + heartache for the dances of forty years ago), and knows enough not to + confuse the uniforms. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + In whatever way you walk, at whatever hour, the birds are sweetly calling + in the way-side oleanders and the wild sage-bushes and the cedar-tops. + They are mostly cat-birds, quite like our own; and bluebirds, but of a + deeper blue than ours, and redbirds of as liquid a note, but not so + varied, as that of the redbirds of our woods. How came they all here, + seven hundred miles from any larger land? Some think, on the stronger + wings of tempests, for it is not within the knowledge of men that men + brought them. Men did, indeed, bring the pestilent sparrows which swarm + about their habitations here, and beat away the gentler and lovelier birds + with a ferocity unknown in the human occupation of the islands. Still, the + sparrows have by no means conquered, and in the wilder places the catbird + makes common cause with the bluebird and the redbird, and holds its own + against them. The little ground-doves mimic in miniature the form and + markings and the gait and mild behavior of our turtle-doves, but perhaps + not their melancholy cooing. Nature has nowhere anything prettier than + these exquisite creatures, unless it be the long-tailed white gulls which + sail over the emerald shallows of the landlocked seas, and take the green + upon their translucent bodies as they trail their meteoric splendor + against the midday sky. Full twenty-four inches they measure from the beak + to the tip of the single pen that protracts them a foot beyond their real + bulk; but it is said their tempers are shorter than they, and they attack + fiercely anything they suspect of too intimate a curiosity concerning + their nests. + </p> + <p> + They are probably the only short-tempered things in the Summer Islands, + where time is so long that if you lose your patience you easily find it + again. Sweetness, if not light, seems to be the prevailing human quality, + and a good share of it belongs to such of the natives as are in no wise + light. Our poor brethren of a different pigment are in the large majority, + and they have been seventy years out of slavery, with the full enjoyment + of all their civil rights, without lifting themselves from their old + inferiority. They do the hard work, in their own easy way, and possibly do + not find life the burden they make it for the white man, whom here, as in + our own country, they load up with the conundrum which their existence + involves for him. They are not very gay, and do not rise to a joke with + that flashing eagerness which they show for it at home. If you have them + against a background of banana-stems, or low palms, or feathery canes, + nothing could be more acceptably characteristic of the air and sky; nor + are they out of place on the box of the little victorias, where visitors + of the more inquisitive sex put them to constant question. Such visitors + spare no islander of any color. Once, in the pretty Public Garden which + the multiple had claimed for its private property, three unmerciful + American women suddenly descended from the heavens and began to question + the multiple’s gardener, who was peacefully digging at the rate of a + spadeful every five minutes. Presently he sat down on his wheelbarrow, and + then shifted, without relief, from one handle of it to the other. Then he + rose and braced himself desperately against the tool-house, where, when + his tormentors drifted away, he seemed to the soft eye of pity pinned to + the wall by their cruel interrogations, whose barbed points were buried in + the stucco behind him, and whose feathered shafts stuck out half a yard + before his breast. + </p> + <p> + Whether he was black or not, pity could not see, but probably he was. At + least the garrison of the islands is all black, being a Jamaican regiment + of that color; and when one of the warriors comes down the white street, + with his swagger-stick in his hand, and flaming in scarlet and gold upon + the ground of his own blackness, it is as if a gigantic oriole were coming + towards you, or a mighty tulip. These gorgeous creatures seem so much + readier than the natives to laugh, that you wish to test them with a joke. + But it might fail. The Summer Islands are a British colony, and the joke + does not flourish so luxuriantly, here as some other things. + </p> + <p> + To be sure, one of the native fruits seems a sort of joke when you hear it + first named, and when you are offered a ‘loquat’, if you are + of a frivolous mind you search your mind for the connection with ‘loquor’ + which it seems to intimate. Failing in this, you taste the fruit, and + then, if it is not perfectly ripe, you are as far from loquaciousness as + if you had bitten a green persimmon. But if it is ripe, it is delicious, + and may be consumed indefinitely. It is the only native fruit which one + can wish to eat at all, with an unpractised palate, though it is claimed + that with experience a relish may come for the pawpaws. These break out in + clusters of the size of oranges at the top of a thick pole, which may have + some leaves or may not, and ripen as they fancy in the indefinite summer. + They are of the color and flavor of a very insipid little muskmelon which + has grown too near a patch of squashes. + </p> + <p> + One may learn to like this pawpaw, yes, but one must study hard. It is + best when plucked by a young islander of Italian blood whose father orders + him up the bare pole in the sunny Sunday morning air to oblige the + signori, and then with a pawpaw in either hand stands talking with them + about the two bad years there have been in Bermuda, and the probability of + his doing better in Nuova York. He has not imagined our winter, however, + and he shrinks from its boldly pictured rigors, and lets the signori go + with a sigh, and a bunch of pink and crimson roses. + </p> + <p> + The roses are here, budding and blooming in the quiet bewilderment which + attends the flowers and plants from the temperate zone in this latitude, + and which in the case of the strawberries offered with cream and cake at + another public garden expresses itself in a confusion of red, ripe fruit + and white blossoms on the same stem. They are a pleasure to the nose and + eye rather than the palate, as happens with so many growths of the + tropics, if indeed the Summer Islands are tropical, which some plausibly + deny; though why should not strawberries, fresh picked from the plant in + mid-March, enjoy the right to be indifferent sweet? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + What remains? The events of the Summer Islands are few, and none out of + the order of athletics between teams of the army and navy, and what may be + called societetics, have happened in the past enchanted fortnight. But far + better things than events have happened: sunshine and rain of such like + quality that one could not grumble at either, and gales, now from the + south and now from the north, with the languor of the one and the vigor of + the other in them. There were drives upon drives that were always to + somewhere, but would have been delightful the same if they had been mere + goings and comings, past the white houses overlooking little lawns through + the umbrage of their palm-trees. The lawns professed to be of grass, but + were really mats of close little herbs which were not grass; but which, + where the sparse cattle were grazing them, seemed to satisfy their + inexacting stomachs. They are never very green, and in fact the landscape + often has an air of exhaustion and pause which it wears with us in late + August; and why not, after all its interminable, innumerable summers? + Everywhere in the gentle hollows which the coral hills (if they are coral) + sink into are the patches of potatoes and lilies and onions drawing their + geometrical lines across the brown-red, weedless soil; and in very + sheltered spots are banana-orchards which are never so snugly sheltered + there but their broad leaves are whipped to shreds. The white road winds + between gray walls crumbling in an amiable disintegration, but held + together against ruin by a network of maidenhair ferns and creepers of + unknown name, and overhung by trees where the cactus climbs and hangs in + spiky links, or if another sort, pierces them with speary stems as tall + and straight as the stalks of the neighboring bamboo. The loquat-trees + cluster—like quinces in the garden closes, and show their pale + golden, plum-shaped fruit. + </p> + <p> + For the most part the road runs by still inland waters, but sometimes it + climbs to the high downs beside the open sea, grotesque with wind-worn and + wave-worn rocks, and beautiful with opalescent beaches, and the black legs + of the negro children paddling in the tints of the prostrate rainbow. + </p> + <p> + All this seems probable and natural enough at the writing; but how will it + be when one has turned one’s back upon it? Will it not lapse into + the gross fable of travellers, and be as the things which the liars who + swap them cannot themselves believe? What will be said to you when you + tell that in the Summer Islands one has but to saw a hole in his back yard + and take out a house of soft, creamy sandstone and set it up and go to + living in it? What, when you relate that among the northern and southern + evergreens there are deciduous trees which, in a clime where there is no + fall or spring, simply drop their leaves when they are tired of keeping + them on, and put out others when they feel like it? What, when you pretend + that in the absence of serpents there are centipedes a span long, and + spiders the bigness of bats, and mosquitoes that sweetly sing in the + drowsing ear, but bite not; or that there are swamps but no streams, and + in the marshes stand mangrove-trees whose branches grow downward into the + ooze, as if they wished to get back into the earth and pull in after them + the holes they emerged from? + </p> + <p> + These every-day facts seem not only incredible to the liar himself, even + in their presence, but when you begin the ascent of that steep slant back + to New York you foresee that they will become impossible. As impossible as + the summit of the slant now appears to the sense which shudderingly + figures it a Bermuda pawpaw-tree seven hundred miles high, and fruiting + icicles and snowballs in the March air! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + WILD FLOWERS OF THE ASPHALT + </h2> + <p> + Looking through Mrs. Caroline A. Creevey’s charming book on the + Flowers of Field, Hill, and Swamp, the other day, I was very forcibly + reminded of the number of these pretty, wilding growths which I had been + finding all the season long among the streets of asphalt and the sidewalks + of artificial stone in this city; and I am quite sure that any one who has + been kept in New York, as I have been this year, beyond the natural time + of going into the country, can have as real a pleasure in this sylvan + invasion as mine, if he will but give himself up to a sense of it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + Of course it is altogether too late, now, to look for any of the early + spring flowers, but I can recall the exquisite effect of the tender blue + hepatica fringing the centre rail of the grip-cars, all up and down + Broadway, and apparently springing from the hollow beneath, where the + cable ran with such a brooklike gurgle that any damp-living plant must + find itself at home there. The water-pimpernel may now be seen, by any + sympathetic eye, blowing delicately along the track, in the breeze of the + passing cabs, and elastically lifting itself from the rush of the cars. + The reader can easily verify it by the picture in Mrs. Creevey’s + book. He knows it by its other name of brook weed; and he will have my + delight, I am sure, in the cardinal-flower which will be with us in + August. It is a shy flower, loving the more sequestered nooks, and may be + sought along the shady stretches of Third Avenue, where the Elevated Road + overhead forms a shelter as of interlacing boughs. The arrow-head likes + such swampy expanses as the converging surface roads form at Dead Man’s + Curve and the corners of Twenty third Street. This is in flower now, and + will be till September; and St.-John’s-wort, which some call the + false goldenrod, is already here. You may find it in any moist, low + ground, but the gutters of Wall Street, or even the banks of the Stock + Exchange, are not too dry for it. The real golden-rod is not much in + evidence with us, for it comes only when summer is on the wane. The other + night, however, on the promenade of the Madison Square Roof Garden, I was + delighted to see it growing all over the oblong dome of the auditorium, in + response to the cry of a homesick cricket which found itself in exile + there at the base of a potted ever green. This lonely insect had no sooner + sounded its winter-boding note than the fond flower began sympathetically + to wave and droop along those tarry slopes, as I have seen it on how many + hill-side pastures! But this may have been only a transitory response to + the cricket, and I cannot promise the visitor to the Roof Garden that he + will find golden-rod there every night. I believe there is always Golden + Seal, but it is the kind that comes in bottles, and not in the gloom of + “deep, cool, moist woods,” where Mrs. Creevey describes it as + growing, along with other wildings of such sweet names or quaint as + Celandine, and Dwarf Larkspur, and Squirrel-corn, and Dutchman’s + breeches, and Pearlwort, and Wood-sorrel, and Bishop’s—cap, + and Wintergreen, and Indian-pipe, and Snowberry, and Adder’s-tongue, + and Wakerobin, and Dragon-root, and Adam-and-Eve, and twenty more, which + must have got their names from some fairy of genius. I should say it was a + female fairy of genius who called them so, and that she had her own sex + among mortals in mind when she invented their nomenclature, and was + thinking of little girls, and slim, pretty maids, and happy young wives. + The author tells how they all look, with a fine sense of their charm in + her words, but one would know how they looked from their names; and when + you call them over they at once transplant themselves to the depths of the + dells between our sky-scrapers, and find a brief sojourn in the cavernous + excavations whence other sky-scrapers are to rise. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + That night on the Roof Garden, when the cricket’s cry flowered the + dome with golden-rod, the tall stems of rye growing among the orchestra + sloped all one way at times, just like the bows of violins, in the + half-dollar gale that always blows over the city at that height. But as + one turns the leaves of Mrs. Creevey’s magic book-perhaps one ought + to say turns its petals—the forests and the fields come and make + themselves at home in the city everywhere. By virtue of it I have been + more in the country in a half-hour than if I had lived all June there. + When I lift my eyes from its pictures or its letter-press my vision prints + the eidolons of wild flowers everywhere, as it prints the image of the sun + against the air after dwelling on his brightness. The rose-mallow flaunts + along Fifth Avenue and the golden threads of the dodder embroider the + house fronts on the principal cross streets; and I might think at times + that it was all mere fancy, it has so much the quality of a pleasing + illusion. + </p> + <p> + Yet Mrs. Creevey’s book is not one to lend itself to such a deceit + by any of the ordinary arts. It is rather matter of fact in form and + manner, and largely owes what magic it has to the inherent charm of its + subject. One feels this in merely glancing at the index, and reading such + titles of chapters as “Wet Meadows and Low Grounds”; “Dry + Fields—Waste Places —Waysides”; “Hills and Rocky + Woods, Open Woods”; and “Deep, Cool, Moist Woods”; each + a poem in itself, lyric or pastoral, and of a surpassing opulence of + suggestion. The spring and, summer months pass in stately processional + through the book, each with her fillet inscribed with the names of her + characteristic flowers or blossoms, and brightened with the blooms + themselves. + </p> + <p> + They are plucked from where nature bade them grow in the wild places, or + their own wayward wills led them astray. A singularly fascinating chapter + is that called “Escaped from Gardens,” in which some of these + pretty runagates are catalogued. I supposed in my liberal ignorance that + the Bouncing Bet was the only one of these, but I have learned that the + Pansy and the Sweet Violet love to gad, and that the Caraway, the + Snapdragon, the Prince’s Feather, the Summer Savory, the Star of + Bethlehem, the Day-Lily, and the Tiger-Lily, and even the sluggish Stone + Crop are of the vagrant, fragrant company. One is not surprised to meet + the Tiger-Lily in it; that must always have had the jungle in its heart; + but that the Baby’s Breath should be found wandering by the + road-sides from Massachusetts and Virginia to Ohio, gives one a tender + pang as for a lost child. Perhaps the poor human tramps, who sleep in + barns and feed at back doors along those dusty ways, are mindful of the + Baby’s Breath, and keep a kindly eye out for the little truant. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + As I was writing those homely names I felt again how fit and lovely they + were, how much more fit and lovely than the scientific names of the + flowers. Mrs. Creevey will make a botanist of you if you will let her, and + I fancy a very good botanist, though I cannot speak from experience, but + she will make a poet of you in spite of yourself, as I very well know; and + she will do this simply by giving you first the familiar name of the + flowers she loves to write of. I am not saying that the Day-Lily would not + smell as sweet by her title of ‘Hemerocallis Fulva’, or that + the homely, hearty Bouncing Bet would not kiss as deliciously in her + scholar’s cap and gown of ‘Saponaria Officinalis’; but + merely that their college degrees do not lend themselves so willingly to + verse, or even melodious prose, which is what the poet is often after + nowadays. So I like best to hail the flowers by the names that the fairies + gave them, and the children know them by, especially when my longing for + them makes them grow here in the city streets. I have a fancy that they + would all vanish away if I saluted them in botanical terms. As long as I + talk of cat-tail rushes, the homeless grimalkins of the areas and the back + fences help me to a vision of the swamps thickly studded with their stiff + spears; but if I called them ‘Typha Latifolia’, or even + ‘Typha Angustifolia’, there is not the hardiest and fiercest + prowler of the roof and the fire-escape but would fly the sound of my + voice and leave me forlorn amid the withered foliage of my dream. The + street sparrows, pestiferous and persistent as they are, would forsake my + sylvan pageant if I spoke of the Bird-foot Violet as the ‘Viola + Pedata’; and the commonest cur would run howling if he beard the + gentle Poison Dogwood maligned as the ‘Rhus Venenata’. The + very milk-cans would turn to their native pumps in disgust from my attempt + to invoke our simple American Cowslip as the ‘Dodecatheon Meadia’. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV + </h2> + <p> + Yet I do not deny that such scientific nomenclature has its uses; and I + should be far from undervaluing this side of Mrs. Creevey’s book. In + fact, I secretly respect it the more for its botanical lore, and if ever I + get into the woods or fields again I mean to go up to some of the humblest + flowers, such as I can feel myself on easy terms with, and tell them what + they are in Latin. I think it will surprise them, and I dare say they will + some of them like it, and will want their initials inscribed on their + leaves, like those signatures which the medicinal plants bear, or are + supposed to bear. But as long as I am engaged in their culture amid this + stone and iron and asphalt, I find it best to invite their presence by + their familiar names, and I hope they will not think them too familiar. I + should like to get them all naturalized here, so that the thousands of + poor city children, who never saw them growing in their native places, + might have some notion of how bountifully the world is equipped with + beauty, and how it is governed by many laws which are not enforced by + policemen. I think that would interest them very much, and I shall not + mind their plucking my Barmecide blossoms, and carrying them home by the + armfuls. When good-will costs nothing we ought to practise it even with + the tramps, and these are very welcome, in their wanderings over the city + pave, to rest their weary limbs in any of my pleached bowers they come to. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A CIRCUS IN THE SUBURBS + </h2> + <p> + We dwellers in cities and large towns, if we are well-to-do, have more + than our fill of pleasures of all kinds; and for now many years past we + have been used to a form of circus where surfeit is nearly as great misery + as famine in that kind could be. For our sins, or some of our friends’ + sins, perhaps, we have now gone so long to circuses of three rings and two + raised-platforms that we scarcely realize that in the country there are + still circuses of one ring and no platform at all. We are accustomed, in + the gross and foolish-superfluity of these city circuses, to see no feat + quite through, but to turn our greedy eyes at the most important instant + in the hope of greater wonders in another ring. We have four or five + clowns, in as many varieties of grotesque costume, as well as a lady clown + in befitting dress; but we hear none of them speak, not even the lady + clown, while in the country circus the old clown of our childhood, one and + indivisible, makes the same style of jokes, if not the very same jokes, + that we used to hear there. It is not easy to believe all this, and I do + not know that I should quite believe it myself if I had not lately been + witness of it in the suburban village where I was passing the summer. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + The circus announced itself in the good old way weeks beforehand by the + vast posters of former days and by a profusion of small bills which fell + upon the village as from the clouds, and left it littered everywhere with + their festive pink. They prophesied it in a name borne by the first circus + I ever saw, which was also an animal show, but the animals must all have + died during the fifty years past, for there is now no menagerie attached + to it. I did not know this when I heard the band braying through the + streets of the village on the morning of the performance, and for me the + mangy old camels and the pimpled elephants of yore led the procession + through accompanying ranks of boys who have mostly been in their graves + for half a lifetime; the distracted ostrich thrust an advertising neck + through the top of its cage, and the lion roared to himself in the + darkness of his moving prison. I felt the old thrill of excitement, the + vain hope of something preternatural and impossible, and I do not know + what could have kept me from that circus as soon as I had done lunch. My + heart rose at sight of the large tent (which was yet so very little in + comparison with the tents of the three-ring and two-platform circuses); + the alluring and illusory sideshows of fat women and lean men; the horses + tethered in the background and stamping under the fly-bites; the old, + weather-beaten grand chariot, which looked like the ghost of the grand + chariot which used to drag me captive in its triumph; and the canvas + shelters where the cooks were already at work over their kettles on the + evening meal of the circus folk. + </p> + <p> + I expected to be kept a long while from the ticket-wagon by the crowd, but + there was no crowd, and perhaps there never used to be much of a crowd. I + bought my admittances without a moment’s delay, and the man who sold + me my reserve seats had even leisure to call me back and ask to look at + the change he had given me, mostly nickels. “I thought I didn’t + give you enough,” he said, and he added one more, and sent me on to + the doorkeeper with my faith in human nature confirmed and refreshed. It + was cool enough outside, but within it was very warm, as it should be, to + give the men with palm-leaf fans and ice-cold lemonade a chance. They were + already making their rounds, and crying their wares with voices from the + tombs of the dead past; and the child of the young mother who took my + seat-ticket from me was going to sleep at full length on the lowermost + tread of the benches, so that I had to step across its prostrate form. + These reserved seats were carpeted; but I had forgotten how little one + rank was raised above another, and how very trying they were upon the back + and legs. But for the carpeting, I could not see how I was advantaged + above the commoner folk in the unreserved seats, and I reflected how often + in this world we paid for an inappreciable splendor. I could not see but + they were as well off as I; they were much more gayly dressed, and some of + them were even smoking cigars, while they were nearly all younger by ten, + twenty, forty, or fifty years, and even more. They did not look like the + country people whom I rather hoped and expected to see, but were + apparently my fellow-villagers, in different stages of excitement. They + manifested by the usual signs their impatience to have the performance + begin, and I confess that I shared this, though I did not take part in the + demonstration. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + I have no intention of following the events seriatim. Front time to time + during their progress I renewed my old one-sided acquaintance with the + circus-men. They were quite the same people, I believe, but strangely + softened and ameliorated, as I hope I am, and looking not a day older, + which I cannot say of myself, exactly. The supernumeraries were patently + farmer boys who had entered newly upon that life in a spirit of adventure, + and who wore their partial liveries, a braided coat here and a pair of + striped trousers there, with a sort of timorous pride, a deprecating + bravado, as if they expected to be hooted by the spectators and were very + glad when they were not. The man who went round with a dog to keep boys + from hooking in under the curtain had grown gentler, and his dog did not + look as if he would bite the worst boy in town. The man came up and asked + the young mother about her sleeping child, and I inferred that the child + had been sick, and was therefore unusually interesting to all the great, + kind-hearted, simple circus family. He was good to the poor supes, and + instructed them, not at all sneeringly, how best to manage the guy ropes + for the nets when the trapeze events began. + </p> + <p> + There was, in fact, an air of pleasing domesticity diffused over the whole + circus. This was, perhaps, partly an effect from our extreme proximity to + its performances; I had never been on quite such intimate terms with + equitation and aerostation of all kinds; but I think it was also largely + from the good hearts of the whole company. A circus must become, during + the season, a great brotherhood and sisterhood, especially sisterhood, and + its members must forget finally that they are not united by ties of blood. + I dare say they often become so, as husbands and wives and fathers and + mothers, if not as brothers. + </p> + <p> + The domestic effect was heightened almost poignantly when a young lady in + a Turkish-towel bath-gown came out and stood close by the band, waiting + for her act on a barebacked horse of a conventional pattern. She really + looked like a young goddess in a Turkish-towel bath-gown: goddesses must + have worn bath-gowns, especially Venus, who was often imagined in the + bath, or just out of it. But when this goddess threw off her bath-gown, + and came bounding into the ring as gracefully as the clogs she wore on her + slippers would let her, she was much more modestly dressed than most + goddesses. What I am trying to say, however, is that, while she stood + there by the band, she no more interested the musicians than if she were + their collective sister. They were all in their shirt-sleeves for the sake + of the coolness, and they banged and trumpeted and fluted away as + indifferent to her as so many born brothers. + </p> + <p> + Indeed, when the gyrations of her horse brought her to our side of the + ring, she was visibly not so youthful and not so divine as she might have + been; but the girl who did the trapeze acts, and did them wonderfully, + left nothing to be desired in that regard; though really I do not see why + we who have neither youth nor beauty should always expect it of other + people. I think it would have been quite enough for her to do the trapeze + acts so perfectly; but her being so pretty certainly added a poignancy to + the contemplation of her perils. One could follow every motion of her + anxiety in that close proximity: the tremor of her chin as she bit her + lips before taking her flight through the air, the straining eagerness of + her eye as she measured the distance, the frown with which she forbade + herself any shrinking or reluctance. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + How strange is life, how sad and perplexing its contradictions! Why should + such an exhibition as that be supposed to give pleasure? Perhaps it does + not give pleasure, but is only a necessary fulfilment of one of the many + delusions we are in with regard to each other in this bewildering world. + They are of all sorts and degrees, these delusions, and I suppose that in + the last analysis it was not pleasure I got from the clown and his + clowning, clowned he ever so merrily. I remember that I liked hearing his + old jokes, not because they were jokes, but because they were old and + endeared by long association. He sang one song which I must have heard him + sing at my first circus (I am sure it was he), about “Things that I + don’t like to see,” and I heartily agreed with him that his + book of songs, which he sent round to be sold, was fully worth the + half-dime asked for it, though I did not buy it. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps the rival author in me withheld me, but, as a brother man, I will + not allow that I did not feel for him and suffer with him because of the + thick, white pigment which plentifully coated his face, and, with the + sweat drops upon it, made me think of a newly painted wall in the rain. He + was infinitely older than his personality, than his oldest joke (though + you never can be sure how old a joke is), and, representatively, I dare + say he outdated the pyramids. They must have made clowns whiten their + faces in the dawn of time, and no doubt there were drolls among the + antediluvians who enhanced the effect of their fun by that means. All the + same, I pitied this clown for it, and I fancied in his wildest waggery the + note of a real irascibility. Shall I say that he seemed the only member of + that little circus who was not of an amiable temper? But I do not blame + him, and I think it much to have seen a clown once more who jested audibly + with the ringmaster and always got the better of him in repartee. It was + long since I had known that pleasure. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + Throughout the performance at this circus I was troubled by a curious + question, whether it were really of the same moral and material grandeur + as the circuses it brought to memory, or whether these were thin and + slight, too. We all know how the places of our childhood, the heights, the + distances, shrink and dwindle when we go back to them, and was it possible + that I had been deceived in the splendor of my early circuses? The doubt + was painful, but I was forced to own that there might be more truth in it + than in a blind fealty to their remembered magnificence. Very likely + circuses have grown not only in size, but in the richness and variety of + their entertainments, and I was spoiled for the simple joys of this. But I + could see no reflection of my dissatisfaction on the young faces around + me, and I must confess that there was at least so much of the circus that + I left when it was half over. I meant to go into the side-shows and see + the fat woman and the living skeleton, and take the giant by the hand and + the armless man by his friendly foot, if I might be so honored. But I did + none of these things, and I am willing to believe the fault was in me, if + I was disappointed in the circus. It was I who had shrunk and dwindled, + and not it. To real boys it was still the size of the firmament, and was a + world of wonders and delights. At least I can recognize this fact now, and + can rejoice in the peaceful progress all over the country of the simple + circuses which the towns never see, but which help to render the summer + fairer and brighter to the unspoiled eyes and hearts they appeal to. I + hope it will be long before they cease to find profit in the pleasure they + give. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A SHE HAMLET + </h2> + <p> + The other night as I sat before the curtain of the Garden Theatre and + waited for it to rise upon the Hamlet of Mme. Bernhardt, a thrill of the + rich expectation which cannot fail to precede the rise of any curtain upon + any Hamlet passed through my eager frame. There is, indeed, no scene of + drama which is of a finer horror (eighteenth-century horror) than that + which opens the great tragedy. The sentry pacing up and down upon the + platform at Elsinore under the winter night; the greeting between him and + the comrade arriving to relieve him, with its hints of the bitter cold; + the entrance of Horatio and Marcellus to these before they can part; the + mention of the ghost, and, while the soldiers are in the act of protesting + it a veridical phantom, the apparition of the ghost, taking the word from + their lips and hushing all into a pulseless awe: what could be more simply + and sublimely real, more naturally supernatural? What promise of high + mystical things to come there is in the mere syllabling of the noble + verse, and how it enlarges us from ourselves, for that time at least, to a + disembodied unity with the troubled soul whose martyry seems foreboded in + the solemn accents! As the many Hamlets on which the curtain had risen in + my time passed in long procession through my memory, I seemed to myself so + much of their world, and so little of the world that arrogantly calls + itself the actual one, that I should hardly have been surprised to find + myself one of the less considered persons of the drama who were seen but + not heard in its course. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + The trouble in judging anything is that if you have the materials for an + intelligent criticism, the case is already prejudiced in your hands. You + do not bring a free mind to it, and all your efforts to free your mind are + a species of gymnastics more or less admirable, but not really effective + for the purpose. The best way is to own yourself unfair at the start, and + then you can have some hope of doing yourself justice, if not your + subject. In other words, if you went to see the Hamlet of Mme. Bernhardt + frankly expecting to be disappointed, you were less likely in the end to + be disappointed in your expectations, and you could not blame her if you + were. To be ideally fair to that representation, it would be better not to + have known any other Hamlet, and, above all, the Hamlet of Shakespeare. + </p> + <p> + From the first it was evident that she had three things overwhelmingly + against her—her sex, her race, and her speech. You never ceased to + feel for a moment that it was a woman who was doing that melancholy Dane, + and that the woman was a Jewess, and the Jewess a French Jewess. These + three removes put a gulf impassable between her utmost skill and the + impassioned irresolution of that inscrutable Northern nature which is in + nothing so masculine as its feminine reluctances and hesitations, or so + little French as in those obscure emotions which the English poetry + expressed with more than Gallic clearness, but which the French words + always failed to convey. The battle was lost from the first, and all you + could feel about it for the rest was that if it was magnificent it was not + war. + </p> + <p> + While the battle went on I was the more anxious to be fair, because I had, + as it were, pre-espoused the winning side; and I welcomed, in the interest + of critical impartiality, another Hamlet which came to mind, through + readily traceable associations. This was a Hamlet also of French + extraction in the skill and school of the actor, but as much more deeply + derived than the Hamlet of Mme. Bernhardt as the large imagination of + Charles Fechter transcended in its virile range the effect of her subtlest + womanish intuition. His was the first blond Hamlet known to our stage, and + hers was also blond, if a reddish-yellow wig may stand for a complexion; + and it was of the quality of his Hamlet in masterly technique. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + The Hamlet of Fechter, which rose ghostlike out of the gulf of the past, + and cloudily possessed the stage where the Hamlet of Mme. Bernhardt was + figuring, was called a romantic Hamlet thirty years ago; and so it was in + being a break from the classic Hamlets of the Anglo-American theatre. It + was romantic as Shakespeare himself was romantic, in an elder sense of the + word, and not romanticistic as Dumas was romanticistic. It was, therefore, + the most realistic Hamlet ever yet seen, because the most naturally + poetic. Mme. Bernhardt recalled it by the perfection of her school; for + Fechter’s poetic naturalness differed from the conventionality of + the accepted Hamlets in nothing so much as the superiority of its + self-instruction. In Mme. Bernhardt’s Hamlet, as in his, nothing was + trusted to chance, or “inspiration.” Good or bad, what one saw + was what was meant to be seen. When Fechter played Edmond Dantes or Claude + Melnotte, he put reality into those preposterous inventions, and in Hamlet + even his alien accent helped him vitalize the part; it might be held to be + nearer the Elizabethan accent than ours; and after all, you said Hamlet + was a foreigner, and in your high content with what he gave you did not + mind its being in a broken vessel. When he challenged the ghost with + “I call thee keeng, father, rawl-Dane,” you Would hardly have + had the erring utterance bettered. It sufficed as it was; and when he said + to Rosencrantz, “Will you pleh upon this pyip?” it was with + such a princely authority and comradely entreaty that you made no note of + the slips in the vowels except to have pleasure of their quaintness + afterwards. For the most part you were not aware of these betrayals of his + speech; and in certain high things it was soul interpreted to soul through + the poetry of Shakespeare so finely, so directly, that there was scarcely + a sense of the histrionic means. + </p> + <p> + He put such divine despair into the words, “Except my life, except + my life, except my life!” following the mockery with which he had + assured Polonius there was nothing he would more willingly part withal + than his leave, that the heart-break of them had lingered with me for + thirty years, and I had been alert for them with every Hamlet since. But + before I knew, Mme. Bernhardt had uttered them with no effect whatever. + Her Hamlet, indeed, cut many of the things that we have learned to think + the points of Hamlet, and it so transformed others by its interpretation + of the translator’s interpretation of Shakespeare that they passed + unrecognized. Soliloquies are the weak invention of the enemy, for the + most part, but as such things go that soliloquy of Hamlet’s, “To + be or not to be,” is at least very noble poetry; and yet Mme. + Bernhardt was so unimpressive in it that you scarcely noticed the act of + its delivery. Perhaps this happened because the sumptuous and sombre + melancholy of Shakespeare’s thought was transmitted in phrases that + refused it its proper mystery. But there was always a hardness, not always + from the translation, upon this feminine Hamlet. It was like a thick shell + with no crevice in it through which the tenderness of Shakespeare’s + Hamlet could show, except for the one moment at Ophelia’s grave, + where he reproaches Laertes with those pathetic words— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “What is the reason that you use me thus? + I loved you ever; but it is no matter.” + </pre> + <p> + Here Mme. Bernhardt betrayed a real grief, but as a woman would, and not a + man. At the close of the Gonzago play, when Hamlet triumphs in a mad + whirl, her Hamlet hopped up and down like a mischievous crow, a + mischievous she-crow. + </p> + <p> + There was no repose in her Hamlet, though there were moments of leaden + lapse which suggested physical exhaustion; and there was no range in her + elocution expressive of the large vibration of that tormented spirit. Her + voice dropped out, or jerked itself out, and in the crises of strong + emotion it was the voice of a scolding or a hysterical woman. At times her + movements, which she must have studied so hard to master, were drolly + womanish, especially those of the whole person. Her quickened pace was a + woman’s nervous little run, and not a man’s swift stride; and + to give herself due stature, it was her foible to wear a woman’s + high heels to her shoes, and she could not help tilting on them. + </p> + <p> + In the scene with the queen after the play, most English and American + Hamlets have required her to look upon the counterfeit presentment of two + brothers in miniatures something the size of tea-plates; but Mme. + Bernhardt’s preferred full-length, life-size family portraits. The + dead king’s effigy did not appear a flattered likeness in the + scene-painter’s art, but it was useful in disclosing his ghost by + giving place to it in the wall at the right moment. She achieved a novelty + by this treatment of the portraits, and she achieved a novelty in the tone + she took with the wretched queen. Hamlet appeared to scold her mother, but + though it could be said that her mother deserved a scolding, was it the + part of a good daughter to give it her? + </p> + <p> + One should, of course, say a good son, but long before this it had become + impossible to think at all of Mme. Bernhardt’s Hamlet as a man, if + it ever had been possible. She had traversed the bounds which tradition as + well as nature has set, and violated the only condition upon which an + actress may personate a man. This condition is that there shall be always + a hint of comedy in the part, that the spectator shall know all the time + that the actress is a woman, and that she shall confess herself such + before the play is over; she shall be fascinating in the guise of a man + only because she is so much more intensely a woman in it. Shakespeare had + rather a fancy for women in men’s roles, which, as women’s + roles in his time were always taken by pretty and clever boys, could be + more naturally managed then than now. But when it came to the + eclaircissement, and the pretty boys, who had been playing the parts of + women disguised as men, had to own themselves women, the effect must have + been confused if not weakened. If Mme. Bernhardt, in the necessity of + doing something Shakespearean, had chosen to do Rosalind, or Viola, or + Portia, she could have done it with all the modern advantages of women in + men’s roles. These characters are, of course, “lighter motions + bounded in a shallower brain” than the creation she aimed at; but + she could at least have made much of them, and she does not make much of + Hamlet. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + The strongest reason against any woman Hamlet is that it does violence to + an ideal. Literature is not so rich in great imaginary masculine types + that we can afford to have them transformed to women; and after seeing + Mme. Bernhardt’s Hamlet no one can altogether liberate himself from + the fancy that the Prince of Denmark was a girl of uncertain age, with + crises of mannishness in which she did not seem quite a lady. Hamlet is in + nothing more a man than in the things to which as a man he found himself + unequal; for as a woman he would have been easily superior to them. If we + could suppose him a woman as Mme. Bernhardt, in spite of herself, invites + us to do, we could only suppose him to have solved his perplexities with + the delightful precipitation of his putative sex. As the niece of a wicked + uncle, who in that case would have had to be a wicked aunt, wedded to + Hamlet’s father hard upon the murder of her mother, she would have + made short work of her vengeance. No fine scruples would have delayed her; + she would not have had a moment’s question whether she had not + better kill herself; she would have out with her bare bodkin and ended the + doubt by first passing it through her aunt’s breast. + </p> + <p> + To be sure, there would then have been no play of “Hamlet,” as + we have it; but a Hamlet like that imagined, a frankly feminine Hamlet, + Mme. Bernhardt could have rendered wonderfully. It is in attempting a + masculine Hamlet that she transcends the imaginable and violates an ideal. + It is not thinkable. After you have seen it done, you say, as Mr. Clemens + is said to have said of bicycling: “Yes, I have seen it, but it’s + impossible. It doesn’t stand to reason.” + </p> + <p> + Art, like law, is the perfection of reason, and whatever is unreasonable + in the work of an artist is inartistic. By the time I had reached these + bold conclusions I was ready to deduce a principle from them, and to + declare that in a true civilization such a thing as that Hamlet would be + forbidden, as an offence against public morals, a violence to something + precious and sacred. + </p> + <p> + In the absence of any public regulation the precious and sacred ideals in + the arts must be trusted to the several artists, who bring themselves to + judgment when they violate them. After Mme. Bernhardt was perversely + willing to attempt the part of Hamlet, the question whether she did it + well or not was of slight consequence. She had already made her failure in + wishing to play the part. Her wish impugned her greatness as an artist; of + a really great actress it would have been as unimaginable as the + assumption of a sublime feminine role by a really great actor. There is an + obscure law in this matter which it would be interesting to trace, but for + the present I must leave the inquiry with the reader. I can note merely + that it seems somehow more permissible for women in imaginary actions to + figure as men than for men to figure as women. In the theatre we have + conjectured how and why this may be, but the privilege, for less obvious + reasons, seems yet more liberally granted in fiction. A woman may tell a + story in the character of a man and not give offence, but a man cannot + write a novel in autobiographical form from the personality of a woman + without imparting the sense of something unwholesome. One feels this true + even in the work of such a master as Tolstoy, whose Katia is a case in + point. Perhaps a woman may play Hamlet with a less shocking effect than a + man may play Desdemona, but all the same she must not play Hamlet at all. + That sublime ideal is the property of the human imagination, and may not + be profaned by a talent enamoured of the impossible. No harm could be done + by the broadest burlesque, the most irreverent travesty, for these would + still leave the ideal untouched. Hamlet, after all the horse-play, would + be Hamlet; but Hamlet played by a woman, to satisfy her caprice, or to + feed her famine for a fresh effect, is Hamlet disabled, for a long time, + at least, in its vital essence. I felt that it would take many returns to + the Hamlet of Shakespeare to efface the impression of Mme. Bernhardt’s + Hamlet; and as I prepared to escape from my row of stalls in the darkening + theatre, I experienced a noble shame for having seen the Dane so + disnatured, to use Mr. Lowell’s word. I had not been obliged to + come; I had voluntarily shared in the wrong done; by my presence I had + made myself an accomplice in the wrong. It was high ground, but not too + high for me, and I recovered a measure of self-respect in assuming it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE MIDNIGHT PLATOON + </h2> + <p> + He had often heard of it. Connoisseurs of such matters, young newspaper + men trying to make literature out of life and smuggle it into print under + the guard of unwary editors, and young authors eager to get life into + their literature, had recommended it to him as one of the most impressive + sights of the city; and he had willingly agreed with them that he ought to + see it. He imagined it very dramatic, and he was surprised to find it in + his experience so largely subjective. If there was any drama at all it was + wholly in his own consciousness. But the thing was certainly impressive in + its way. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + He thought it a great piece of luck that he should come upon it by chance, + and so long after he had forgotten about it that he was surprised to + recognize it for the spectacle he had often promised himself the pleasure + of seeing. + </p> + <p> + Pleasure is the right word; for pleasure of the painful sort that all + hedonists will easily imagine was what he expected to get from it; though + upon the face of it there seems no reason why a man should delight to see + his fellow-men waiting in the winter street for the midnight dole of bread + which must in some cases be their only meal from the last midnight to the + next midnight. But the mere thought of it gave him pleasure, and the sight + of it, from the very first instant. He was proud of knowing just what it + was at once, with the sort of pride which one has in knowing an + earthquake, though one has never felt one before. He saw the double file + of men stretching up one street, and stretching down the other from the + corner of the bakery where the loaves were to be given out on the stroke + of twelve, and he hugged himself in a luxurious content with his + perspicacity. + </p> + <p> + It was all the more comfortable to do this because he was in a coup, + warmly shut against the sharp, wholesome Christmas-week weather, and was + wrapped to the chin in a long fur overcoat, which he wore that night as a + duty to his family, with a conscience against taking cold and alarming + them for his health. He now practised another piece of self-denial: he let + the cabman drive rapidly past the interesting spectacle, and carry him to + the house where he was going to fetch away the child from the Christmas + party. He wished to be in good time, so as to save the child from anxiety + about his coming; but he promised himself to stop, going back, and glut + his sensibility in a leisurely study of the scene. He got the child, with + her arms full of things from the Christmas-tree, into the coup, and then + he said to the cabman, respectfully leaning as far over from his box to + listen as his thick greatcoat would let him: “When you get up there + near that bakery again, drive slowly. I want to have a look at those men.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir,” said the driver intelligently, and he found + his why skilfully out of the street among the high banks of the seasonable + Christmas-week snow, which the street-cleaners had heaped up there till + they could get round to it with their carts. + </p> + <p> + When they were in Broadway again it seemed lonelier and silenter than it + was a few minutes before. Except for their own coup, the cable-cars, with + their flaming foreheads, and the mechanical clangor of their gongs at the + corners, seemed to have it altogether to themselves. A tall, lumbering + United States mail van rolled by, and impressed my friend in the coup with + a cheap and agreeable sense of mystery relative to the letters it was + carrying to their varied destination at the Grand Central Station. He + listened with half an ear to the child’s account of the fun she had + at the party, and he watched with both eyes for the sight of the men + waiting at the bakery for the charity of the midnight loaves. + </p> + <p> + He played with a fear that they might all have vanished, and with an + apprehension that the cabman might forget and whirl him rapidly by the + place where he had left them. But the driver remembered, and checked his + horses in good time; and there were the men still, but in even greater + number than before, stretching farther up Broadway and farther out along + the side street. They stood slouched in dim and solemn phalanx under the + night sky, so seasonably, clear and frostily atwinkle with Christmas-week + stars; two by two they stood, slouched close together, perhaps for their + mutual warmth, perhaps in an unconscious effort to get near the door where + the loaves were to be given out, in time to share in them before they were + all gone. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + My friend’s heart beat with glad anticipation. He was really to see + this important, this representative thing to the greatest possible + advantage. He rapidly explained to his companion that the giver of the + midnight loaves got rid of what was left of his daily bread in that way: + the next day it could not be sold, and he preferred to give it away to + those who needed it, rather than try to find his account in it otherwise. + She understood, and he tried to think that sometimes coffee was given with + the bread, but he could not make sure of this, though he would have liked + very much to have it done; it would have been much more dramatic. + Afterwards he learned that it was done, and he was proud of having fancied + it. + </p> + <p> + He decided that when he came alongside of the Broadway file he would get + out, and go to the side door of the bakery and watch the men receiving the + bread. Perhaps he would find courage to speak to them, and ask them about + themselves. At the time it did not strike him that it would be indecent. + </p> + <p> + A great many things about them were open to reasonable conjecture. It was + not probable that they were any of them there for their health, as the + saying is. They were all there because they were hungry, or else they were + there in behalf of some one else who was hungry. But it was always + possible that some of them were impostors, and he wondered if any test was + applied to them that would prove them deserving or undeserving. If one + were poor, one ought to be deserving; if one were rich, it did not so much + matter. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to him very likely that if he asked these men questions they + would tell him lies. A fantastic association of their double files and + those of the galley-slaves whom Don Quixote released, with the tonguey + Gines de Passamonte at their head, came into his mind. He smiled, and then + he thought how these men were really a sort of slaves and convicts —slaves + to want and self-convicted of poverty. All at once he fancied them + actually manacled there together, two by two, a coffle of captives taken + in some cruel foray, and driven to a market where no man wanted to buy. He + thought how old their slavery was; and he wondered if it would ever be + abolished, as other slaveries had been. Would the world ever outlive it? + Would some New-Year’s day come when some President would proclaim, + amid some dire struggle, that their slavery was to be no more? That would + be fine. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + He noticed how still the most of them were. A few of them stepped a little + out of the line, and stamped to shake off the cold; but all the rest + remained motionless, shrinking into themselves, and closer together. They + might have been their own dismal ghosts, they were so still, with no more + need of defence from the cold than the dead have. + </p> + <p> + He observed now that not one among them had a fur overcoat on; and at a + second glance he saw that there was not an overcoat of any kind among + them. He made his reflection that if any of them were impostors, and not + true men, with real hunger, and if they were alive to feel that stiff, + wholesome, Christmas-week cold, they were justly punished for their + deceit. + </p> + <p> + He was interested by the celerity, the simultaneity of his impressions, + his reflections. It occurred to him that his abnormal alertness must be + something like that of a drowning person, or a person in mortal peril, and + being perfectly safe and well, he was obscurely flattered by the fact. + </p> + <p> + To test his condition further he took note of the fine mass of the great + dry-goods store on the hither corner, blocking itself out of the + blue-black night, and of the Gothic beauty of the church beyond, so near + that the coffle of captives might have issued from its sculptured portal, + after vain prayer. + </p> + <p> + Fragments of conjecture, of speculation, drifted through his mind. How + early did these files begin to form themselves for the midnight dole of + bread? As early as ten, as nine o’clock? If so, did the fact argue + habitual destitution, or merely habitual leisure? Did the slaves in the + coffle make acquaintance, or remain strangers to one another, though they + were closely neighbored night after night by their misery? Perhaps they + joked away the weary hours of waiting; they must have their jokes. Which + of them were old-comers, and which novices? Did they ever quarrel over + questions of precedence? Had they some comity, some etiquette, which a man + forced to leave his place could appeal to, and so get it back? Could one + say to his next-hand man, “Will you please keep my place?” and + would this man say to an interloper, “Excuse me, this place is + engaged”? How was it with them, when the coffle worked slowly or + swiftly past the door where the bread and coffee were given out, and word + passed to the rear that the supply was exhausted? This must sometimes + happen, and what did they do then? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + My friend did not quite like to think. Vague, reproachful thoughts for all + the remote and immediate luxury of his life passed through his mind. If he + reformed that and gave the saving to hunger and cold? But what was the + use? There was so much hunger, so much cold, that it could not go round. + </p> + <p> + The cabman was obeying his orders too faithfully. He was not only walking + by the Broadway coffle, he was creeping by. His action caught the notice + of the slaves, and as the coups passed them they all turned and faced it, + like soldiers under review making ready to salute a superior. They were + perfectly silent, perfectly respectful, but their eyes seemed to pierce + the coupe through and through. + </p> + <p> + My friend was suddenly aware of a certain quality of representivity; he + stood to these men for all the ease and safety that they could never, + never hope to know. He was Society: Society that was to be preserved + because it embodies Civilization. He wondered if they hated him in his + capacity of Better Classes. He no longer thought of getting out and + watching their behavior as they took their bread and coffee. He would have + liked to excuse that thought, and protest that he was ashamed of it; that + he was their friend, and wished them well—as well as might be + without the sacrifice of his own advantages or superfluities, which he + could have persuaded them would be perfectly useless. He put his hand on + that of his companion trembling on his arm with sympathy, or at least with + intelligence. + </p> + <p> + “You mustn’t mind. What we are and what we do is all right. It’s + what they are and what they suffer that’s all wrong.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> + <p> + “Does that view of the situation still satisfy you?” I asked, + when he had told me of this singular experience; I liked his apparently + not coloring it at all. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” he answered. “It seems to be the + only way out.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it’s an easy way,” I admitted, “and it’s + an idea that ought to gratify the midnight platoon.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE BEACH AT ROCKAWAY + </h2> + <p> + I confess that I cannot hear people rejoice in their summer sojourn as + beyond the reach of excursionists without a certain rebellion; and yet I + have to confess also that after spending a Sunday afternoon of late July, + four or five years ago, with the excursionists at one of the beaches near + New York, I was rather glad that my own summer sojourn was not within + reach of them. I know very well that the excursionists must go somewhere, + and as a man and a brother I am willing they should go anywhere, but as a + friend of quiet and seclusion I should be sorry to have them come much + where I am. It is not because I would deny them a share of any pleasure I + enjoy, but because they are so many and I am so few that I think they + would get all the pleasure and I none. I hope the reader will see how this + attitude distinguishes me from the selfish people who inhumanly exult in + their remoteness from excursionists. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + It was at Rockaway Beach that I saw these fellow-beings whose mere + multitude was too much for me. They were otherwise wholly without offence + towards me, and so far as I noted, towards each other; they were, in fact, + the most entirely peaceable multitude I ever saw in any country, and the + very quietest. + </p> + <p> + There were thousands, mounting well up towards tens of thousands, of them, + in every variety of age and sex; yet I heard no voice lifted above the + conversational level, except that of some infant ignorant of its + privileges in a day at the sea-side, or some showman crying the + attractions of the spectacle in his charge. I used to think the American + crowds rather boisterous and unruly, and many years ago, when I lived in + Italy, I celebrated the greater amiability and self-control of the Italian + crowds. But we have certainly changed all that within a generation, and if + what I saw the other day was a typical New York crowd, then the popular + joy of our poorer classes is no longer the terror it once was to the + peaceful observer. The tough was not visibly present, nor the toughness, + either of the pure native East Side stock or of the Celtic extraction; yet + there were large numbers of Americans with rather fewer recognizable Irish + among the masses, who were mainly Germans, Russians, Poles, and the Jews + of these several nationalities. + </p> + <p> + There was eating and drinking without limit, on every hand and in every + kind, at the booths abounding in fried seafood, and at the tables under + all the wide-spreading verandas of the hotels and restaurants; yet I saw + not one drunken man, and of course not any drunken women. No one that I + saw was even affected by drink, and no one was guilty of any rude or + unseemly behavior. The crowd was, in short, a monument to the democratic + ideal of life in that very important expression of life, personal conduct, + I have not any notion who or what the people were, or how virtuous or + vicious they privately might be; but I am sure that no society assemblage + could be of a goodlier outside; and to be of a goodly outside is all that + the mere spectator has a right to ask of any crowd. + </p> + <p> + I fancied, however, that great numbers of this crowd, or at least all the + Americans in it, were Long-Islanders from the inland farms and villages + within easy distance of the beach. They had probably the hereditary habit + of coming to it, for it was a favorite resort in the time of their fathers + and grandfathers, who had + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + —“many an hour whiled away + Listening to the breakers’ roar + That washed the beach at Rockaway.” + </pre> + <p> + But the clothing store and the paper pattern have equalized the cheaper + dress of the people so that you can no longer know citizen and countryman + apart by their clothes, still less citizeness and countrywoman; and I can + only conjecture that the foreign-looking folk I saw were from New York and + Brooklyn. They came by boat, and came and went by the continually arriving + and departing trains, and last but not least by bicycles, both sexes. A + few came in the public carriages and omnibuses of the neighborhood, but by + far the vaster number whom neither the boats nor the trains had brought + had their own vehicles, the all-pervading bicycles, which no one seemed so + poor as not to be able to keep. The bicyclers stormed into the frantic + village of the beach the whole afternoon, in the proportion of one woman + to five men, and most of these must have ridden down on their wheels from + the great cities. Boys ran about in the roadway with bunches of brasses, + to check the wheels, and put them for safekeeping in what had once been + the stable-yards of the hotels; the restaurants had racks for them, where + you could see them in solid masses, side by side, for a hundred feet, and + no shop was without its door-side rack, which the wheelman might slide his + wheel into when he stopped for a soda, a cigar, or a sandwich. All along + the road the gay bicycler and bicycless swarmed upon the piazzas of the + inns, munching, lunching, while their wheels formed a fantastic decoration + for the underpinning of the house and a novel balustering for the steps. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + The amusements provided for these throngs of people were not different + from those provided for throngs of people everywhere, who must be of much + the same mind and taste the world over. I had fine moments when I moved in + an illusion of the Midway Plaisance; again I was at the Fete de Neuilly, + with all of Paris but the accent about me; yet again the county + agricultural fairs of my youth spread their spectral joys before me. At + none of these places, however, was there a sounding sea or a mountainous + chute, and I made haste to experience the variety these afforded, + beginning with the chute, since the sea was always there, and the chute + might be closed for the day if I waited to view it last. I meant only to + enjoy the pleasure of others in it, and I confined my own participation to + the ascent of the height from which the boat plunges down the watery steep + into the oblong pool below. When I bought my ticket for the car that + carried passengers up, they gave me also a pasteboard medal, certifying + for me, “You have shot the chute,” and I resolved to keep this + and show it to doubting friends as a proof of my daring; but it is a + curious evidence of my unfitness for such deceptions that I afterwards + could not find the medal. So I will frankly own that for me it was quite + enough to see others shoot the chute, and that I came tamely down myself + in the car. There is a very charming view from the top, of the sea with + its ships, and all the mad gayety of the shore, but of course my main + object was to exult in the wild absurdity of those who shot the chute. + There was always a lady among the people in the clumsy flat-boat that flew + down the long track, and she tried usually to be a pretty girl, who + clutched her friends and lovers and shrieked aloud in her flight; but + sometimes it was a sober mother of a family, with her brood about her, who + was probably meditating, all the way, the inculpation of their father for + any harm that came of it. Apparently no harm came of it in any case. + </p> + <p> + The boat struck the water with the impetus gained from a half- + perpendicular slide of a hundred feet, bounded high into the air, struck + again and again, and so flounced awkwardly across the pond to the farther + shore, where the passengers debarked and went away to commune with their + viscera, and to get their breath as they could. I did not ask any of them + what their emotions or sensations were, but, so far as I could conjecture, + the experience of shooting the chute must comprise the rare transport of a + fall from a ten-story building and the delight of a tempestuous passage of + the Atlantic, powerfully condensed. + </p> + <p> + The mere sight was so athletic that it took away any appetite I might have + had to witness the feats of strength performed by Madame La Noire at the + nearest booth on my coming out, though madame herself was at the door-to + testify, in her own living picture, how much muscular force may be masked + in vast masses of adipose. She had a weary, bored look, and was not + without her pathos, poor soul, as few of those are who amuse the public; + but I could not find her quite justifiable as a Sunday entertainment. One + forgot, however, what day it was, and for the time I did not pretend to be + so much better than my neighbors that I would not compromise upon a visit + to, an animal show a little farther on. It was a pretty fair collection of + beasts that had once been wild, perhaps, and in the cage of the lions + there was a slight, sad-looking, long-haired young man, exciting them to + madness by blows of a whip and pistol-shots whom I was extremely glad to + have get away without being torn in pieces, or at least bitten in two. A + little later I saw him at the door of the tent, very breathless, + dishevelled, and as to his dress not of the spotlessness one could wish. + But perhaps spotlessness is not compatible with the intimacy of lions and + lionesses. He had had his little triumph; one spectator of his feat had + declared that you would not see anything like that at Coney Island; and + soiled and dusty as he was in his cotton tights, he was preferable to the + living picture of a young lady whom he replaced as an attraction of the + show. It was professedly a moral show; the manager exhorted us as we came + out to say whether it was good or not; and in the box-office sat a kind + and motherly faced matron who would have apparently abhorred to look upon + a living picture at any distance, much less have it at her elbow. + </p> + <p> + Upon the whole, there seemed a melancholy mistake in it all; the people to + whom the showmen made their appeal were all so much better, evidently, + than the showmen supposed; the showmen themselves appeared harmless + enough, and one could not say that there was personally any harm in the + living picture; rather she looked listless and dull, but as to the face + respectable enough. + </p> + <p> + I would not give the impression that most of the amusements were not in + every respect decorous. As a means of pleasure, the merry-go-round, both + horizontal with horses and vertical with swinging cradles, prevailed, and + was none the worse for being called by the French name of carrousel, for + our people aniglicize the word, and squeeze the last drop of Gallic + wickedness from it by pronouncing it carousal. At every other step there + were machines for weighing you and ascertaining your height; there were + photographers’ booths, and X-ray apparatus for showing you the + inside of your watch; and in one open tent I saw a gentleman (with his + back to the public) having his fortune read in the lines of his hand by an + Egyptian seeress. Of course there was everywhere soda, and places of the + softer drinks abounded. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + I think you could only get a hard drink by ordering something to eat and + sitting down to your wine or beer at a table. Again I say that I saw no + effects of drink in the crowd, and in one of the great restaurants built + out over the sea on piers, where there was perpetual dancing to the + braying of a brass-band, the cotillon had no fire imparted to its figures + by the fumes of the bar. In fact it was a very rigid sobriety that reigned + here, governing the common behavior by means of the placards which hung + from the roof over the heads of the dancers, and repeatedly announced that + gentlemen were not allowed to dance together, or to carry umbrellas or + canes while dancing, while all were entreated not to spit on the floor. + </p> + <p> + The dancers looked happy and harmless, if not very wise or splendid; they + seemed people of the same simple neighborhoods, village lovers, young + wives and husbands, and parties of friends who had come together for the + day’s pleasure. A slight mother, much weighed down by a heavy baby, + passed, rapt in an innocent envy of them, and I think she and the child’s + father meant to join them as soon as they could find a place where to lay + it. Almost any place would do; at another great restaurant I saw two + chairs faced together, and a baby sleeping on them as quietly amid the + coming and going of lagers and frankfurters as if in its cradle at home. + </p> + <p> + Lagers and frankfurters were much in evidence everywhere, especially + frankfurters, which seemed to have whole booths devoted to broiling them. + They disputed this dignity with soft-shell crabs, and sections of eels, + piled attractively on large platters, or sizzling to an impassioned brown + in deep skillets of fat. The old acrid smell of frying brought back many + holidays of Italy to me, and I was again at times on the Riva at Venice, + and in the Mercato Vecchio at Florence. But the Continental Sunday cannot + be felt to have quite replaced the old American Sabbath yet; the Puritan + leaven works still, and though so many of our own people consent willingly + to the transformation, I fancy they always enjoy themselves on Sunday with + a certain consciousness of wrong-doing. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + I have already said that the spectator quite lost sense of what day it + was. Nothing could be more secular than all the sights and sounds. It was + the Fourth of July, less the fire-crackers and the drunkenness, and it was + the high day of the week. But if it was very wicked, and I must recognize + that the scene would be shocking to most of my readers, I feel bound to + say that the people themselves did not look wicked. They looked harmless; + they even looked good, the most of them. I am sorry to say they were not + very good-looking. The women were pretty enough, and the men were handsome + enough; perhaps the average was higher in respect of beauty than the + average is anywhere else; I was lately from New England, where the people + were distinctly more hard-favored; but among all those thousands at + Rockaway I found no striking types. It may be that as we grow older and + our satisfaction with our own looks wanes, we become more fastidious as to + the looks of others. At any rate, there seems to be much less beauty in + the world than there was thirty or forty years ago. + </p> + <p> + On the other hand, the dresses seem indefinitely prettier, as they should + be in compensation. When we were all so handsome we could well afford to + wear hoops or peg-top trousers, but now it is different, and the poor + things must eke out their personal ungainliness with all the devices of + the modiste and the tailor. I do not mean that there was any distinction + in the dress of the crowd, but I saw nothing positively ugly or + grotesquely out of taste. The costumes were as good as the customs, and I + have already celebrated the manners of this crowd. I believe I must except + the costumes of the bicyclesses, who were unfailingly dumpy in effect when + dismounted, and who were all the more lamentable for tottering about, in + their short skirts, upon the tips of their narrow little, sharp-pointed, + silly high-heeled shoes. How severe I am! But those high heels seemed to + take all honesty from their daring in the wholesome exercise of the wheel, + and to keep them in the tradition of cheap coquetry still, and imbecilly + dependent. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> + <p> + I have almost forgotten in the interest of the human spectacle that there + is a sea somewhere about at Rockaway Beach, and it is this that the people + have come for. I might well forget that modest sea, it is so built out of + sight by the restaurants and bath-houses and switch-backs and shops that + border it, and by the hotels and saloons and shows flaring along the road + that divides the village, and the planked streets that intersect this. But + if you walk southward on any of the streets, you presently find the planks + foundering in sand, which drifts far up over them, and then you find + yourself in full sight of the ocean and the ocean bathing. Swarms and + heaps of people in all lolling and lying and wallowing shapes strew the + beach, and the water is full of slopping and shouting and shrieking human + creatures, clinging with bare white arms to the life-lines that run from + the shore to the buoys; beyond these the lifeguard stays himself in his + boat with outspread oars, and rocks on the incoming surf. + </p> + <p> + All that you can say of it is that it is queer. It is not picturesque, or + poetic, or dramatic; it is queer. An enfilading glance gives this + impression and no other; if you go to the balcony of the nearest marine + restaurant for a flanking eye-shot, it is still queer, with the added + effect, in all those arms upstretched to the life-lines, of frogs’ + legs inverted in a downward plunge. + </p> + <p> + On the sand before this spectacle I talked with a philosopher of humble + condition who backed upon me and knocked my umbrella out of my hand. This + made us beg each other’s pardon; he said that he did not know I was + there, and I said it did not matter. Then we both looked at the bathing, + and he said: + </p> + <p> + “I don’t like that.” + </p> + <p> + “Why,” I asked, “do you see any harm in it?” + </p> + <p> + “No. But I don’t like the looks of it. It ain’t nice. It’s + queer.” + </p> + <p> + It was indeed like one of those uncomfortable dreams where you are not + dressed sufficiently for company, or perhaps at all, and yet are making a + very public appearance. This promiscuous bathing was not much in excess of + the convention that governs the sea-bathing of the politest people; it + could not be; and it was marked by no grave misconduct. Here and there a + gentleman was teaching a lady to swim, with his arms round her; here and + there a wild nereid was splashing another; a young Jew pursued a flight of + naiads with a section of dead eel in his hand. But otherwise all was a + damp and dreary decorum. I challenged my philosopher in vain for a + specific cause of his dislike of the scene. + </p> + <p> + Most of the people on the sand were in bathing-dress, but there were a + multitude of others who had apparently come for the sea-air and not the + sea-bathing. A mother sat with a sick child on her knees; babies were + cradled in the sand asleep, and people walked carefully round and over + them. There were everywhere a great many poor mothers and children, who + seemed getting the most of the good that was going. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> + <p> + But upon the whole, though I drove away from the beach celebrating the + good temper and the good order of the scene to an applausive driver, I + have since thought of it as rather melancholy. It was in fact no wiser or + livelier than a society function in the means of enjoyment it afforded. + The best thing about it was that it left the guests very much to their own + devices. The established pleasures were clumsy and tiresome-looking; but + one could eschew them. The more of them one eschewed, the merrier perhaps; + for I doubt if the race is formed for much pleasure; and even a day’s + rest is more than most people can bear. They endure it in passing, but + they get home weary and cross, even after a twenty-mile run on the wheel. + The road, by-the-by, was full of homeward wheels by this time, single and + double and tandem, and my driver professed that their multitude greatly + increased the difficulties of his profession. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0037" id="link2H_4_0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SAWDUST IN THE ARENA + </h2> + <p> + It was in the old Roman arena of beautiful Verona that the circus events I + wish to speak of took place; in fact, I had the honor and profit of seeing + two circuses there. Or, strictly speaking, it was one entire circus that I + saw, and the unique speciality of another, the dying glory of a circus on + its last legs, the triumphal fall of a circus superb in adversity. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0038" id="link2H_4_0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + The entire circus was altogether Italian, with the exception of the + clowns, who, to the credit of our nation, are always Americans, or + advertised as such, in Italy. Its chief and almost absorbing event was a + reproduction of the tournament which had then lately been held at Rome in + celebration of Prince Tommaso’s coming of age, and for a copy of a + copy it was really fine. It had fitness in the arena, which must have + witnessed many such mediaeval shows in their time, and I am sensible still + of the pleasure its effects of color gave me. There was one beautiful + woman, a red blonde in a green velvet gown, who might have ridden, as she + was, out of a canvas of Titian’s, if he had ever painted equestrian + pictures, and who at any rate was an excellent Carpaccio. Then, the + ‘Clowns Americani’ were very amusing, from a platform devoted + solely to them, and it was a source of pride if not of joy with me to + think that we were almost the only people present who understood their + jokes. In the vast oval of the arena, however, the circus ring looked very + little, not half so large, say, as the rim of a lady’s hat in front + of you at the play; and on the gradines of the ancient amphitheatre we + were all such a great way off that a good field-glass would have been + needed to distinguish the features of the actors. I could not make out, + therefore, whether the ‘Clowns Americani’ had the national + expression or not, but one of them, I am sorry to say, spoke the United + States language with a cockney accent. I suspect that he was an Englishman + who had passed himself off upon the Italian management as a true Yankee, + and who had formed himself upon our school of clowning, just as some of + the recent English humorists have patterned after certain famous wits of + ours. I do not know that I would have exposed this impostor, even if + occasion had offered, for, after all, his fraud was a tribute to our own + primacy in clowning, and the Veronese were none the worse for his erring + aspirates. + </p> + <p> + The audience was for me the best part of the spectacle, as the audience + always is in Italy, and I indulged my fancy in some cheap excursions + concerning the place and people. I reflected that it was the same race + essentially as that which used to watch the gladiatorial shows in that + arena when it was new, and that very possibly there were among these + spectators persons of the same blood as those Veronese patricians who had + left their names carved on the front of the gradines in places, to claim + this or that seat for their own. In fact, there was so little difference, + probably, in their qualities, from that time to this, that I felt the + process of the generations to be a sort of impertinence; and if Nature had + been present, I might very well have asked her why, when she had once + arrived at a given expression of humanity, she must go on repeating it + indefinitely? How were all those similar souls to know themselves apart in + their common eternity? Merely to have been differently circumstanced in + time did not seem enough; and I think Nature would have been puzzled to + answer me. But perhaps not; she may have had her reasons, as that you + cannot have too much of a good thing, and that when the type was so fine + in most respects as the Italian you could not do better than go on + repeating impressions from it. + </p> + <p> + Certainly I myself could have wished no variation from it in the young + officer of ‘bersaglieri’, who had come down from antiquity to + the topmost gradine of the arena over against me, and stood there defined + against the clear evening sky, one hand on his hip, and the other at his + side, while his thin cockerel plumes streamed in the light wind. I have + since wondered if he knew how beautiful he was, and I am sure that, if he + did not, all the women there did, and that was doubtless enough for the + young officer of ‘bersaglieri’. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + I think that he was preliminary to the sole event of that partial circus I + have mentioned. This event was one that I have often witnessed elsewhere, + but never in such noble and worthy keeping. The top of the outer arena + wall must itself be fifty feet high, and the pole in the centre of its + oval seemed to rise fifty feet higher yet. At its base an immense net was + stretched, and a man in a Prince Albert coat and a derby hat was figuring + about, anxiously directing the workmen who were fixing the guy-ropes, and + testing every particular of the preparation with his own hands. While this + went on, a young girl ran out into the arena, and, after a bow to the + spectators, quickly mounted to the top of the pole, where she presently + stood in statuesque beauty that took all eyes even from the loveliness of + the officer of ‘bersaglieri’. There the man in the Prince + Albert coat and the derby hat stepped back from the net and looked up at + her. + </p> + <p> + She called down, in English that sounded like some delocalized, + denaturalized speech, it was so strange then and there, “Is it all + right?” + </p> + <p> + He shouted back in the same alienated tongue, “Yes; keep to the + left,” and she dived straight downward in the long plunge, till, + just before she reached the net, she turned a quick somersault into its + elastic mesh. + </p> + <p> + It was all so exquisitely graceful that one forgot how wickedly dangerous + it was; but I think that the brief English colloquy was the great wonder + of the event for me, and I doubt if I could ever have been perfectly happy + again, if chance had not amiably suffered me to satisfy my curiosity + concerning the speakers. A few evenings after that, I was at that copy of + a copy of a tournament, and, a few gradines below me, I saw the man of the + Prince Albert coat and the derby hat. I had already made up my mind that + he was an American, for I supposed that an Englishman would rather perish + than wear such a coat with such a hat, and as I had wished all my life to + speak to a circus-man, I went down and boldly accosted him. “Are you + a brother Yankee?” I asked, and he laughed, and confessed that he + was an Englishman, but he said he was glad to meet any one who spoke + English, and he made a place for me by his side. He was very willing to + tell how he happened to be there, and he explained that he was the manager + of a circus, which had been playing to very good business all winter in + Spain. In an evil hour he decided to come to Italy, but he found the + prices so ruinously low that he was forced to disband his company. This + diving girl was all that remained to him of its many attractions, and he + was trying to make a living for both in a country where the admission to a + circus was six of our cents, with fifty for a reserved seat. But he was + about to give it up and come to America, where he said Barnum had offered + him an engagement. I hope he found it profitable, and is long since an + American citizen, with as good right as any of us to wear a Prince Albert + coat with a derby hat. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0040" id="link2H_4_0040"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + There used to be very good circuses in Venice, where many Venetians had + the only opportunity of their lives to see a horse. The horses were the + great attraction for them, and, perhaps in concession to their habitual + destitution in this respect, the riding was providentially very good. It + was so good that it did not bore me, as circus-riding mostly does, + especially that of the silk-clad jockey who stands in his high boots, on + his back-bared horse, and ends by waving an American flag in triumph at + having been so tiresome. + </p> + <p> + I am at a loss to know why they make such an ado about the lady who jumps + through paper hoops, which have first had holes poked in them to render + her transit easy, or why it should be thought such a merit in her to hop + over a succession of banners which are swept under her feet in a manner to + minify her exertion almost to nothing, but I observe it is so at all + circuses. At my first Venetian circus, which was on a broad expanse of the + Riva degli Schiavoni, there was a girl who flung herself to the ground and + back to her horse again, holding by his mane with one hand, quite like the + goddess out of the bath-gown at my village circus the other day; and + apparently there are more circuses in the world than circus events. It + must be as hard to think up anything new in that kind as in romanticistic + fiction, which circus-acting otherwise largely resembles. + </p> + <p> + At a circus which played all one winter in Florence I saw for the first + time-outside of polite society—the clown in evening dress, who now + seems essential to all circuses of metropolitan pretensions, and whom I + missed so gladly at my village circus. He is nearly as futile as the lady + clown, who is one of the saddest and strangest developments of New + Womanhood. + </p> + <p> + Of the clowns who do not speak, I believe I like most the clown who + catches a succession of peak-crowned soft hats on his head, when thrown + across the ring by an accomplice. This is a very pretty sight always, and + at the Hippodrome in Paris I once saw a gifted creature take his stand + high up on the benches among the audience and catch these hats on his head + from a flight of a hundred feet through the air. This made me proud of + human nature, which is often so humiliating; and altogether I do not think + that after a real country circus there are many better things in life than + the Hippodrome. It had a state, a dignity, a smoothness, a polish, which I + should not know where to match, and when the superb coach drove into the + ring to convey the lady performers to the scene of their events, there was + a majesty in the effect which I doubt if courts have the power to rival. + Still, it should be remembered that I have never been at court, and speak + from a knowledge of the Hippodrome only. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0041" id="link2H_4_0041"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AT A DIME MUSEUM + </h2> + <p> + “I see,” said my friend, “that you have been writing a + good deal about the theatre during the past winter. You have been + attacking its high hats and its high prices, and its low morals; and I + suppose that you think you have done good, as people call it.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0042" id="link2H_4_0042"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + This seemed like a challenge of some sort, and I prepared myself to take + it up warily. I said I should be very sorry to do good, as people called + it; because such a line of action nearly always ended in spiritual pride + for the doer and general demoralization for the doee. Still, I said, a law + had lately been passed in Ohio giving a man who found himself behind a + high hat at the theatre a claim for damages against the manager; and if + the passage of this law could be traced ever so faintly and indirectly to + my teachings, I should not altogether grieve for the good I had done. I + added that if all the States should pass such a law, and other laws fixing + a low price for a certain number of seats at the theatres, or obliging the + managers to give one free performance every month, as the law does in + Paris, and should then forbid indecent and immoral plays— + </p> + <p> + “I see what you mean,” said my friend, a little impatiently. + “You mean sumptuary legislation. But I have not come to talk to you + upon that subject, for then you would probably want to do all the talking + yourself. I want to ask you if you have visited any of the cheaper + amusements of this metropolis, or know anything of the really clever and + charming things one may see there for a very little money.” + </p> + <p> + “Ten cents, for instance?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + I answered that I would never own to having come as low down as that; and + I expressed a hardy and somewhat inconsistent doubt of the quality of the + amusement that could be had for that money. I questioned if anything + intellectual could be had for it. + </p> + <p> + “What do you say to the ten-cent magazines?” my friend + retorted. “And do you pretend that the two-dollar drama is + intellectual?” + </p> + <p> + I had to confess that it generally was not, and that this was part of my + grief with it. + </p> + <p> + Then he said: “I don’t contend that it is intellectual, but I + say that it is often clever and charming at the ten-cent shows, just as it + is less often clever and charming in the ten-cent magazines. I think the + average of propriety is rather higher than it is at the two-dollar + theatres; and it is much more instructive at the ten-cent shows, if you + come to that. The other day,” said my friend, and in squaring + himself comfortably in his chair and finding room for his elbow on the + corner of my table he knocked off some books for review, “I went to + a dime museum for an hour that I had between two appointments, and I must + say that I never passed an hour’s time more agreeably. In the curio + hall, as one of the lecturers on the curios called it—they had + several lecturers in white wigs and scholars’ caps and gowns—there + was not a great deal to see, I confess; but everything was very + high-class. There was the inventor of a perpetual motion, who lectured + upon it and explained it from a diagram. There was a fortune-teller in a + three-foot tent whom I did not interview; there were five macaws in one + cage, and two gloomy apes in another. On a platform at the end of the hall + was an Australian family a good deal gloomier than the apes, who sat in + the costume of our latitude, staring down the room with varying + expressions all verging upon melancholy madness, and who gave me such a + pang of compassion as I have seldom got from the tragedy of the two-dollar + theatres. They allowed me to come quite close up to them, and to feed my + pity upon their wild dejection in exile without stint. I couldn’t + enter into conversation with them, and express my regret at finding them + so far from their native boomerangs and kangaroos and pinetree grubs, but + I know they felt my sympathy, it was so evident. I didn’t see their + performance, and I don’t know that they had any. They may simply + have been there ethnologically, but this was a good object, and the sight + of their spiritual misery was alone worth the price of admission. + </p> + <p> + “After the inventor of the perpetual motion had brought his harangue + to a close, we all went round to the dais where a lady in blue spectacles + lectured us upon a fire-escape which she had invented, and operated a + small model of it. None of the events were so exciting that we could + regret it when the chief lecturer announced that this was the end of the + entertainment in the curio hall, and that now the performance in the + theatre was about to begin. He invited us to buy tickets at an additional + charge of five, ten, or fifteen cents for the gallery, orchestra circle, + or orchestra. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I could afford an orchestra stall, for once. We were + three in the orchestra, another man and a young mother, not counting the + little boy she had with her; there were two people in the gallery, and a + dozen at least in the orchestra circle. An attendant shouted, ‘Hats + off!’ and the other man and I uncovered, and a lady came up from + under the stage and began to play the piano in front of it. The curtain + rose, and the entertainment began at once. It was a passage apparently + from real life, and it involved a dissatisfied boarder and the daughter of + the landlady. There was not much coherence in it, but there was a good + deal of conscience on the part of the actors, who toiled through it with + unflagging energy. The young woman was equipped for the dance she brought + into it at one point rather than for the part she had to sustain in the + drama. It was a very blameless dance, and she gave it as if she was tired + of it, but was not going to falter. She delivered her lines with a hard, + Southwestern accent, and I liked fancying her having come up in a + simpler-hearted section of the country than ours, encouraged by a strong + local belief that she was destined to do Juliet and Lady Macbeth, or Peg + Woffington at the least; but very likely she had not. + </p> + <p> + “Her performance was followed by an event involving a single + character. The actor, naturally, was blackened as to his skin, but as to + his dress he was all in white, and at the first glance I could see that he + had temperament. I suspect that he thought I had, too, for he began to + address his entire drama to me. This was not surprising, for it would not + have been the thing for him to single out the young mother; and the other + man in the orchestra stalls seemed a vague and inexperienced youth, whom + he would hardly have given the preference over me. I felt the compliment, + but upon the whole it embarrassed me; it was too intimate, and it gave me + a publicity I would willingly have foregone. I did what I could to reject + it, by feigning an indifference to his jokes; I even frowned a measure of + disapproval; but this merely stimulated his ambition. He was really a + merry creature, and when he had got off a number of very good things which + were received in perfect silence, and looked over his audience with a + woe-begone eye, and said, with an effect of delicate apology, ‘I + hope I’m not disturbing you any,’ I broke down and laughed, + and that delivered me into his hand. He immediately said to me that now he + would tell me about a friend of his, who had a pretty large family, eight + of them living, and one in Philadelphia; and then for no reason he seemed + to change his mind, and said he would sing me a song written expressly for + him—by an expressman; and he went on from one wild gayety to + another, until he had worked his audience up to quite a frenzy of + enthusiasm, and almost had a recall when he went off. + </p> + <p> + “I was rather glad to be rid of him, and I was glad that the next + performers, who were a lady and a gentleman contortionist of Spanish- + American extraction, behaved more impartially. They were really remarkable + artists in their way, and though it’s a painful way, I couldn’t + help admiring their gift in bowknots and other difficult poses. The + gentleman got abundant applause, but the lady at first got none. I think + perhaps it was because, with the correct feeling that prevailed among us, + we could not see a lady contort herself with so much approval as a + gentleman, and that there was a wound to our sense of propriety in + witnessing her skill. But I could see that the poor girl was hurt in her + artist pride by our severity, and at the next thing she did I led off the + applause with my umbrella. She instantly lighted up with a joyful smile, + and the young mother in the orchestra leaned forward to nod her sympathy + to me while she clapped. We were fast becoming a domestic circle, and it + was very pleasant, but I thought that upon the whole I had better go.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you think you had a profitable hour at that show?” I + asked, with a smile that was meant to be sceptical. + </p> + <p> + “Profitable?” said my friend. “I said agreeable. I don’t + know about the profit. But it was very good variety, and it was very + cheap. I understand that this is the kind of thing you want the two-dollar + theatre to come down to, or up to.” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly, or not quite,” I returned, thoughtfully, “though + I must say I think your time was as well spent as it would have been at + most of the plays I have seen this winter.” + </p> + <p> + My friend left the point, and said, with a dreamy air: “It was all + very pathetic, in a way. Three out of those five people were really + clever, and certainly artists. That colored brother was almost a genius, a + very common variety of genius, but still a genius, with a gift for his + calling that couldn’t be disputed. He was a genuine humorist, and I + sorrowed over him—after I got safely away from his intimacy—as + I should over some author who was struggling along without winning his + public. Why not? One is as much in the show business as the other. There + is a difference of quality rather than of kind. Perhaps by-and-by my + colored humorist will make a strike with his branch of the public, as you + are always hoping to do with yours.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t think you’re making yourself rather + offensive?” I suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Not intentionally. Aren’t the arts one? How can you say that + any art is higher than the others? Why is it nobler to contort the mind + than to contort the body?” + </p> + <p> + “I am always saying that it is not at all noble to contort the mind,” + I returned, “and I feel that to aim at nothing higher than the + amusement of your readers is to bring yourself most distinctly to the + level of the show business.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I know that is your pose,” said my friend. “And I + dare say you really think that you make a distinction in facts when you + make a distinction in terms. If you don’t amuse your readers, you + don’t keep them; practically, you cease to exist. You may call it + interesting them, if you like; but, really, what is the difference? You do + your little act, and because the stage is large and the house is fine, you + fancy you are not of that sad brotherhood which aims to please in humbler + places, with perhaps cruder means—” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know whether I like your saws less than your + instances, or your instances less than your saws,” I broke in. + “Have you been at the circus yet?” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0043" id="link2H_4_0043"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + “Yet?” demanded my friend. “I went the first night, and + I have been a good deal interested in the examination of my emotions ever + since. I can’t find out just why I have so much pleasure in the + trapeze. Half the time I want to shut my eyes, and a good part of the time + I do look away; but I wouldn’t spare any actor the most dangerous + feat. One of the poor girls, that night, dropped awkwardly into the net + after her performance, and limped off to the dressing-room with a sprained + ankle. It made me rather sad to think that now she must perhaps give up + her perilous work for a while, and pay a doctor, and lose her salary, but + it didn’t take away my interest in the other trapezists flying + through the air above another net. + </p> + <p> + “If I had honestly complained of anything it would have been of the + superfluity which glutted rather than fed me. How can you watch three sets + of trapezists at once? You really see neither well. It’s the same + with the three rings. There should be one ring, and each act should have a + fair chance with the spectator, if it took six hours; I would willingly + give the time. Fancy three stages at the theatre, with three plays going + on at once!” + </p> + <p> + “No, don’t fancy that!” I entreated. “One play is + bad enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Or fancy reading three novels simultaneously, and listening at the + same time to a lecture and a sermon, which could represent the two + platforms between the rings,” my friend calmly persisted. “The + three rings are an abuse and an outrage, but I don’t know but I + object still more to the silencing of the clowns. They have a great many + clowns now, but they are all dumb, and you only get half the good you used + to get out of the single clown of the old one-ring circus. Why, it’s + as if the literary humorist were to lead up to a charming conceit or a + subtle jest, and then put asterisks where the humor ought to come in.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you think you are going from bad to worse?” I + asked. + </p> + <p> + My friend went on: “I’m afraid the circus is spoiled for me. + It has become too much of a good thing; for it is a good thing; almost the + best thing in the way of an entertainment that there is. I’m still + very fond of it, but I come away defeated and defrauded because I have + been embarrassed with riches, and have been given more than I was able to + grasp. My greed has been overfed. I think I must keep to those + entertainments where you can come at ten in the morning and stay till ten + at night, with a perpetual change of bill, only one stage, and no fall of + the curtain. I suppose you would object to them because they’re + getting rather dear; at the best of them now they ask you a dollar for the + first seats.” + </p> + <p> + I said that I did not think this too much for twelve hours, if the + intellectual character of the entertainment was correspondingly high. + </p> + <p> + “It’s as high as that of some magazines,” said my + friend, “though I could sometimes wish it were higher. It’s + like the matter in the Sunday papers—about that average. Some of it’s + good, and most of it isn’t. Some of it could hardly be worse. But + there is a great deal of it, and you get it consecutively and not + simultaneously. That constitutes its advantage over the circus.” + </p> + <p> + My friend stopped, with a vague smile, and I asked: + </p> + <p> + “Then, do I understand that you would advise me to recommend the + dime museums, the circus, and the perpetual-motion varieties in the place + of the theatres?” + </p> + <p> + “You have recommended books instead, and that notion doesn’t + seem to have met with much favor, though you urged their comparative + cheapness. Now, why not suggest something that is really level with the + popular taste?” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0044" id="link2H_4_0044"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AMERICAN LITERATURE IN EXILE + </h2> + <p> + A recently lecturing Englishman is reported to have noted the unenviable + primacy of the United States among countries where the struggle for + material prosperity has been disastrous to the pursuit of literature. He + said, or is said to have said (one cannot be too careful in attributing to + a public man the thoughts that may be really due to an imaginative frame + in the reporter), that among us, “the old race of writers of + distinction, such as Longfellow, Bryant, Holmes, and Washington Irving, + have (sic) died out, and the Americans who are most prominent in + cultivated European opinion in art or literature, like Sargent, Henry + James, or Marion Crawford, live habitually out of America, and draw their + inspiration from England, France, and Italy.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0045" id="link2H_4_0045"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + If this were true, I confess that I am so indifferent to what many + Americans glory in that it would not distress me, or wound me in the sort + of self-love which calls itself patriotism. If it would at all help to put + an end to that struggle for material prosperity which has eventuated with + us in so many millionaires and so many tramps, I should be glad to believe + that it was driving our literary men out of the country. This would be a + tremendous object-lesson, and might be a warning to the millionaires and + the tramps. But I am afraid it would not have this effect, for neither our + very rich nor our very poor care at all for the state of polite learning + among us; though for the matter of that, I believe that economic + conditions have little to do with it; and that if a general mediocrity of + fortune prevailed and there were no haste to be rich and to get poor, the + state of polite learning would not be considerably affected. As matters + stand, I think we may reasonably ask whether the Americans “most + prominent in cultivated European opinion,” the Americans who “live + habitually out of America,” are not less exiles than advance agents + of the expansion now advertising itself to the world. They may be the + vanguard of the great army of adventurers destined to overrun the earth + from these shores, and exploit all foreign countries to our advantage. + They probably themselves do not know it, but in the act of “drawing + their inspiration” from alien scenes, or taking their own where they + find it, are not they simply transporting to Europe “the struggle + for material prosperity,” which Sir Lepel supposes to be fatal to + them here? + </p> + <p> + There is a question, however, which comes before this, and that is the + question whether they have quitted us in such numbers as justly to alarm + our patriotism. Qualitatively, in the authors named and in the late Mr. + Bret Harte, Mr. Harry Harland, and the late Mr. Harold Frederic, as well + as in Mark Twain, once temporarily resident abroad, the defection is very + great; but quantitatively it is not such as to leave us without a fair + measure of home-keeping authorship. Our destitution is not nearly so great + now in the absence of Mr. James and Mr. Crawford as it was in the times + before the “struggle for material prosperity” when Washington + Irving went and lived in England and on the European continent well-nigh + half his life. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lepel Griffin—or Sir Lepel Griffin’s reporter—seems + to forget the fact of Irving’s long absenteeism when he classes him + with “the old race” of eminent American authors who stayed at + home. But really none of those he names were so constant to our air as he + seems—or his reporter seems —to think. Longfellow sojourned + three or four years in Germany, Spain, and Italy; Holmes spent as great + time in Paris; Bryant was a frequent traveller, and each of them “drew + his inspiration” now and then from alien sources. Lowell was many + years in Italy, Spain, and England; Motley spent more than half his life + abroad; Hawthorne was away from us nearly a decade. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0046" id="link2H_4_0046"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + If I seem to be proving too much in one way, I do not feel that I am + proving too much in another. My facts go to show that the literary spirit + is the true world-citizen, and is at home everywhere. If any good American + were distressed by the absenteeism of our authors, I should first advise + him that American literature was not derived from the folklore of the red + Indians, but was, as I have said once before, a condition of English + literature, and was independent even of our independence. Then I should + entreat him to consider the case of foreign authors who had found it more + comfortable or more profitable to live out of their respective countries + than in them. I should allege for his consolation the case of Byron, + Shelley, and Leigh Hunt, and more latterly that of the Brownings and + Walter Savage Landor, who preferred an Italian to an English sojourn; and + yet more recently that of Mr. Rudyard Kipling, who voluntarily lived + several years in Vermont, and has “drawn his inspiration” in + notable instances from the life of these States. It will serve him also to + consider that the two greatest Norwegian authors, Bjornsen and Ibsen, have + both lived long in France and Italy. Heinrich Heine loved to live in Paris + much better than in Dusseldorf, or even in Hamburg; and Tourguenief + himself, who said that any man’s country could get on without him, + but no man could get on without his country, managed to dispense with his + own in the French capital, and died there after he was quite free to go + back to St. Petersburg. In the last century Rousseau lived in France + rather than Switzerland; Voltaire at least tried to live in Prussia, and + was obliged to a long exile elsewhere; Goldoni left fame and friends in + Venice for the favor of princes in Paris. + </p> + <p> + Literary absenteeism, it seems to me, is not peculiarly an American vice + or an American virtue. It is an expression and a proof of the modern sense + which enlarges one’s country to the bounds of civilization. I cannot + think it justly a reproach in the eyes of the world, and if any American + feels it a grievance, I suggest that he do what he can to have embodied in + the platform of his party a plank affirming the right of American authors + to a public provision that will enable them to live as agreeably at home + as they can abroad on the same money. In the mean time, their absenteeism + is not a consequence of “the struggle for material prosperity,” + not a high disdain of the strife which goes on not less in Europe than in + America, and must, of course, go on everywhere as long as competitive + conditions endure, but is the result of chances and preferences which mean + nothing nationally calamitous or discreditable. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0047" id="link2H_4_0047"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE HORSE SHOW + </h2> + <p> + “As good as the circus—not so good as the circus—better + than the circus.” These were my varying impressions, as I sat + looking down upon the tanbark, the other day, at the Horse Show in Madison + Square Garden; and I came away with their blend for my final opinion. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0048" id="link2H_4_0048"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + I might think that the Horse Show (which is so largely a Man Show and a + Woman Show) was better or worse than the circus, or about as good; but I + could not get away from the circus, in my impression of it. Perhaps the + circus is the norm of all splendors where the horse and his master are + joined for an effect upon the imagination of the spectator. I am sure that + I have never been able quite to dissociate from it the picturesqueness of + chivalry, and that it will hereafter always suggest to me the last + correctness of fashion. It is through the horse that these far extremes + meet; in all times the horse has been the supreme expression of + aristocracy; and it may very well be that a dream of the elder world + prophesied the ultimate type of the future, when the Swell shall have + evolved into the Centaur. + </p> + <p> + Some such teasing notion of their mystical affinity is what haunts you as + you make your round of the vast ellipse, with the well-groomed men about + you and the well-groomed horses beyond the barrier. + </p> + <p> + In this first affair of the new-comer, the horses are not so much on show + as the swells; you get only glimpses of shining coats and tossing manes, + with a glint here and there of a flying hoof through the lines of people + coming and going, and the ranks of people, three or four feet deep, + against the rails of the ellipse; but the swells are there in perfect + relief, and it is they who finally embody the Horse Show to you. The fact + is that they are there to see, of course, but the effect is that they are + there to be seen. + </p> + <p> + The whole spectacle had an historical quality, which I tasted with + pleasure. It was the thing that had eventuated in every civilization, and + the American might feel a characteristic pride that what came to Rome in + five hundred years had come to America in a single century. There was + something fine in the absolutely fatal nature of the result, and I + perceived that nowhere else in our life, which is apt to be reclusive in + its exclusiveness, is the prime motive at work in it so dramatically + apparent. “Yes,” I found myself thinking, “this is what + it all comes to: the ‘subiti guadagni’ of the new rich, made + in large masses and seeking a swift and eager exploitation, and the slowly + accumulated fortunes, put together from sparing and scrimping, from + slaving and enslaving, in former times, and now in the stainless white + hands of the second or third generation, they both meet here to the + purpose of a common ostentation, and create a Horse Show.” + </p> + <p> + I cannot say that its creators looked much as if they liked it, now they + had got it; and, so far as I have been able to observe them, people of + wealth and fashion always dissemble their joy, and have the air of being + bored in the midst of their amusements. This reserve of rapture may be + their delicacy, their unwillingness to awaken envy in the less prospered; + and I should not have objected to the swells at the Horse Show looking + dreary if they had looked more like swells; except for a certain hardness + of the countenance (which I found my own sympathetically taking on) I + should not have thought them very patrician, and this hardness may have + been merely the consequence of being so much stared at. Perhaps, indeed, + they were not swells whom I saw in the boxes, but only companies of + ordinary people who had clubbed together and hired their boxes; I + understand that this can be done, and the student of civilization so far + misled. But certainly if they were swells they did not look quite up to + themselves; though, for that matter, neither do the nobilities of foreign + countries, and on one or two occasions when I have seen them, kings and + emperors have failed me in like manner. They have all wanted that + indescribable something which I have found so satisfying in aristocracies + and royalties on the stage; and here at the Horse Show, while I made my + tour, I constantly met handsome, actor-like folk on foot who could much + better have taken the role of the people in the boxes. The promenaders may + not have been actors at all; they may have been the real thing for which I + was in vain scanning the boxes, but they looked like actors, who indeed + set an example to us all in personal beauty and in correctness of dress. + </p> + <p> + I mean nothing offensive either to swells or to actors. We have not + distinction, as a people; Matthew Arnold noted that; and it is not our + business to have it: When it is our business our swells will have it, just + as our actors now have it, especially our actors of English birth. I had + not this reflection about me at the time to console me for my + disappointment, and it only now occurs to me that what I took for an + absence of distinction may have been such a universal prevalence of it + that the result was necessarily a species of indistinction. But in the + complexion of any social assembly we Americans are at a disadvantage with + Europeans from the want of uniforms. A few military scattered about in + those boxes, or even a few sporting bishops in shovel-hats and aprons, + would have done much to relieve them from the reproach I have been heaping + upon them. Our women, indeed, poor things, always do their duty in + personal splendor, and it is not of a poverty in their modes at the Horse + Show that I am complaining. If the men had borne their part as well, there + would not have been these tears: and yet, what am I saying? There was here + and there a clean-shaven face (which I will not believe was always an + actor’s), and here and there a figure superbly set up, and so + faultlessly appointed as to shoes, trousers, coat, tie, hat, and gloves as + to have a salience from the mass of good looks and good clothes which I + will not at last call less than distinction. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0049" id="link2H_4_0049"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + At any rate, I missed these marked presences when I left the lines of the + promenaders around the ellipse, and climbed to a seat some tiers above the + boxes. I am rather anxious to have it known that my seat was not one of + those cheap ones in the upper gallery, but was with the virtuous poor who + could afford to pay a dollar and a half for their tickets. I bought it of + a speculator on the sidewalk, who said it was his last, so that I + conceived it the last in the house; but I found the chairs by no means all + filled, though it was as good an audience as I have sometimes seen in the + same place at other circuses. The people about me were such as I had noted + at the other circuses, hotel-sojourners, kindly-looking comers from + provincial towns and cities, whom I instantly felt myself at home with, + and free to put off that gloomy severity of aspect which had grown upon me + during my association with the swells below. My neighbors were + sufficiently well dressed, and if they had no more distinction than their + betters, or their richers, they had not the burden of the occasion upon + them, and seemed really glad of what was going on in the ring. + </p> + <p> + There again I was sensible of the vast advantage of costume. The bugler + who stood up at one end of the central platform and blew a fine fanfare (I + hope it was a fanfare) towards the gates where the horses were to enter + from their stalls in the basement was a hussar-like shape that filled my + romantic soul with joy; and the other figures of the management I thought + very fortunate compromises between grooms and ringmasters. At any rate, + their nondescript costumes were gay, and a relief from the fashions in the + boxes and the promenade; they were costumes, and costumes are always more + sincere, if not more effective, than fashions. As I have hinted, I do not + know just what costumes they were, but they took the light well from the + girandole far aloof and from the thousands of little electric bulbs that + beaded the roof in long lines, and dispersed the sullenness of the dull, + rainy afternoon. When the knights entered the lists on the seats of their + dog-carts, with their squires beside them, and their shining tandems + before them, they took the light well, too, and the spectacle was so + brilliant that I trust my imagery may be forgiven a novelist pining for + the pageantries of the past. I do not know to this moment whether these + knights were bona fide gentlemen, or only their deputies, driving their + tandems for them, and I am equally at a loss to account for the variety, + of their hats. Some wore tall, shining silk hats; some flat-topped, brown + derbys; some simple black pot-hats;—and is there, then, no rigor as + to the head-gear of people driving tandems? I felt that there ought to be, + and that there ought to be some rule as to where the number of each tandem + should be displayed. As it was, this was sometimes carelessly stuck into + the seat of the cart; sometimes it was worn at the back of the groom’s + waist, and sometimes full upon his stomach. In the last position it gave a + touch of burlesque which wounded me; for these are vital matters, and I + found myself very exacting in them. + </p> + <p> + With the horses themselves I could find no fault upon the grounds of my + censure of the show in some other ways. They had distinction; they were + patrician; they were swell. They felt it, they showed it, they rejoiced in + it; and the most reluctant observer could not deny them the glory of + blood, of birth, which the thoroughbred horse has expressed in all lands + and ages. Their lordly port was a thing that no one could dispute, and for + an aristocracy I suppose that they had a high average of intelligence, + though there might be two minds about this. They made me think of mettled + youths and haughty dames; they abashed the humble spirit of the beholder + with the pride of their high-stepping, their curvetting and caracoling, as + they jingled in their shining harness around the long ring. Their noble + uselessness took the fancy, for I suppose that there is nothing so + superbly superfluous as a tandem, outside or inside of the best society. + It is something which only the ambition of wealth and unbroken leisure can + mount to; and I was glad that the display of tandems was the first event + of the Horse Show which I witnessed, for it seemed to me that it must + beyond all others typify the power which created the Horse Show. I wished + that the human side of it could have been more unquestionably adequate, + but the equine side of the event was perfect. Still, I felt a certain + relief, as in something innocent and simple and childlike, in the next + event. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0050" id="link2H_4_0050"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + This was the inundation of the tan-bark with troops of pretty Shetland + ponies of all ages, sizes, and colors. A cry of delight went up from a + group of little people near me, and the spell of the Horse Show was + broken. It was no longer a solemnity of fashion, it was a sweet and kindly + pleasure which every one could share, or every one who had ever had, or + ever wished to have, a Shetland pony; the touch of nature made the whole + show kin. I could not see that the freakish, kittenish creatures did + anything to claim our admiration, but they won our affection by every + trait of ponyish caprice and obstinacy. The small colts broke away from + the small mares, and gambolled over the tanbark in wanton groups, with gay + or plaintive whinnyings, which might well have touched a responsive chord + in the bosom of fashion itself: I dare say it is not so hard as it looks. + The scene remanded us to a moment of childhood; and I found myself so fond + of all the ponies that I felt it invidious of the judges to choose among + them for the prizes; they ought every one to have had the prize. + </p> + <p> + I suppose a Shetland pony is not a very useful animal in our conditions; + no doubt a good, tough, stubbed donkey would be worth all their tribe when + it came down to hard work; but we cannot all be hard-working donkeys, and + some of us may be toys and playthings without too great reproach. I gazed + after the broken, refluent wave of these amiable creatures, with the vague + toleration here formulated, but I was not quite at peace in it, or fully + consoled in my habitual ethicism till the next event brought the hunters + with their high-jumping into the ring. These noble animals unite use and + beauty in such measure that the censor must be of Catonian severity who + can refuse them his praise. When I reflected that by them and their + devoted riders our civilization had been assimilated to that of the + mother-country in its finest expression, and another tie added to those + that bind us to her through the language of Shakespeare and Milton; that + they had tamed the haughty spirit of the American farmer in several parts + of the country so that he submitted for a consideration to have his crops + ridden over, and that they had all but exterminated the ferocious + anise-seed bag, once so common and destructive among us, I was in a fit + mood to welcome the bars and hurdles which were now set up at four or five + places for the purposes of the high-jumping. As to the beauty of the + hunting-horse, though, I think I must hedge a little, while I stand firmly + to my admiration of his use. To be honest, the tandem horse is more to my + taste. He is better shaped, and he bears himself more proudly. The hunter + is apt to behave, whatever his reserve of intelligence, like an excited + hen; he is apt to be ewe-necked and bred away to nothing where the ideal + horse abounds; he has the behavior of a turkey-hen when not behaving like + the common or garden hen. But there can be no question of his jumping, + which seems to be his chief business in a world where we are all appointed + our several duties, and I at once began to take a vivid pleasure in his + proficiency. I have always felt a blind and insensate joy in running + races, which has no relation to any particular horse, and I now + experienced an impartial rapture in the performances of these hunters. + They looked very much alike, and if it had not been for the changing + numbers on the sign-board in the centre of the ring announcing that 650, + 675, or 602 was now jumping, I might have thought it was 650 all the time. + </p> + <p> + A high jump is not so fine a sight as a running race when the horses have + got half a mile away and look like a covey of swift birds, but it is still + a fine sight. I became very fastidious as to which moment of it was the + finest, whether when the horse rose in profile, or when his aerial hoof + touched the ground (with the effect of half jerking his rider’s head + half off), or when he showed a flying heel in perspective; and I do not + know to this hour which I prefer. But I suppose I was becoming gradually + spoiled by my pleasure, for as time went on I noticed that I was not + satisfied with the monotonous excellence of the horses’ execution. + Will it be credited that I became willing something should happen, + anything, to vary it? I asked myself why, if some of the more exciting + incidents of the hunting-field which I had read of must befall; I should + not see them. Several of the horses had balked at the barriers, and almost + thrown their riders across them over their necks, but not quite done it; + several had carried away the green-tufted top rail with their heels; when + suddenly there came a loud clatter from the farther side of the ellipse, + where a whole panel of fence had gone down. I looked eagerly for the + prostrate horse and rider under the bars, but they were cantering safely + away. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0051" id="link2H_4_0051"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + It was enough, however. I perceived that I was becoming demoralized, and + that if I were to write of the Horse Show with at all the superiority one + likes to feel towards the rich and great, I had better come away. But I + came away critical, even in my downfall, and feeling that, circus for + circus, the Greatest Show on Earth which I had often seen in that place + had certain distinct advantages of the Horse Show. It had three rings and + two platforms; and, for another thing, the drivers and riders in the + races, when they won, bore the banner of victory aloft in their hands, + instead of poorly letting a blue or red ribbon flicker at their horses’ + ears. The events were more frequent and rapid; the costumes infinitely + more varied and picturesque. As for the people in the boxes, I do not know + that they were less distinguished than these at the Horse Show, but if + they were not of the same high level in which distinction was impossible, + they did not show it in their looks. + </p> + <p> + The Horse Show, in fine, struck me as a circus of not all the first + qualities; and I had moments of suspecting that it was no more than the + evolution of the county cattle show. But in any case I had to own that its + great success was quite legitimate; for the horse, upon the whole, appeals + to a wider range of humanity, vertically as well as horizontally, than any + other interest, not excepting politics or religion. I cannot, indeed, + regard him as a civilizing influence; but then we cannot be always + civilizing. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0052" id="link2H_4_0052"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE PROBLEM OF THE SUMMER + </h2> + <p> + It has sometimes seemed to me that the solution of the problem how and + where to spend the summer was simplest with those who were obliged to + spend it as they spent the winter, and increasingly difficult in the + proportion of one’s ability to spend it wherever and however one + chose. Few are absolutely released to this choice, however, and those few + are greatly to be pitied. I know that they are often envied and hated for + it by those who have no such choice, but that is a pathetic mistake. If we + could look into their hearts, indeed, we should witness there so much + misery that we should wish rather to weep over them than to reproach them + with their better fortune, or what appeared so. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0053" id="link2H_4_0053"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + For most people choice is a curse, and it is this curse that the summer + brings upon great numbers who would not perhaps otherwise be afflicted. + They are not in the happy case of those who must stay at home; their hard + necessity is that they can go away, and try to be more agreeably placed + somewhere else; but although I say they are in great numbers, they are an + infinitesimal minority of the whole bulk of our population. Their bane is + not, in its highest form, that of the average American who has no choice + of the kind; and when one begins to speak of the summer problem, one must + begin at once to distinguish. It is the problem of the East rather than of + the West (where people are much more in the habit of staying at home the + year round), and it is the problem of the city and not of the country. I + am not sure that there is one practical farmer in the whole United States + who is obliged to witness in his household those sad dissensions which + almost separate the families of professional men as to where and how they + shall pass the summer. People of this class, which is a class with some + measure of money, ease, and taste, are commonly of varying and decided + minds, and I once knew a family of the sort whose combined ideal for their + summer outing was summed up in the simple desire for society and solitude, + mountain-air and sea-bathing. They spent the whole months of April, May, + and June in a futile inquiry for a resort uniting these attractions, and + on the first of July they drove to the station with no definite point in + view. But they found that they could get return tickets for a certain + place on an inland lake at a low figure, and they took the first train for + it. There they decided next morning to push on to the mountains, and sent + their baggage to the station, but before it was checked they changed their + minds, and remained two weeks where they were. Then they took train for a + place on the coast, but in the cars a friend told them they ought to go to + another place; they decided to go there, but before arriving at the + junction they decided again to keep on. They arrived at their original + destination, and the following day telegraphed for rooms at a hotel + farther down the coast. The answer came that there were no rooms, and + being by this time ready to start, they started, and in due time reported + themselves at the hotel. The landlord saw that something must be done, and + he got them rooms, at a smaller house, and ‘mealed’ them (as + it used to be called at Mt. Desert) in his own. But upon experiment of the + fare at the smaller house they liked it so well that they resolved to live + there altogether, and they spent a summer of the greatest comfort there, + so that they would hardly come away when the house closed in the fall. + </p> + <p> + This was an extreme case, and perhaps such a venture might not always turn + out so happily; but I think that people might oftener trust themselves to + Providence in these matters than they do. There is really an infinite + variety of pleasant resorts of all kinds now, and one could quite safely + leave it to the man in the ticket-office where one should go, and check + one’s baggage accordingly. I think the chances of an agreeable + summer would be as good in that way as in making a hard-and- fast choice + of a certain place and sticking to it. My own experience is that in these + things chance makes a very good choice for one, as it does in most + non-moral things. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0054" id="link2H_4_0054"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + A joke dies hard, and I am not sure that the life is yet quite out of the + kindly ridicule that was cast for a whole generation upon the people who + left their comfortable houses in town to starve upon farm-board or stifle + in the narrow rooms of mountain and seaside hotels. Yet such people were + in the right, and their mockers were in the wrong, and their patient + persistence in going out of town for the summer in the face of severe + discouragements has multiplied indefinitely the kinds of summer resorts, + and reformed them altogether. I believe the city boarding-house remains + very much what it used to be; but I am bound to say that the country + boarding-house has vastly improved since I began to know it. As for the + summer hotel, by steep or by strand, it leaves little to be complained of + except the prices. I take it for granted, therefore, that the out-of- town + summer has come to stay, for all who can afford it, and that the chief + sorrow attending it is that curse of choice, which I have already spoken + of. + </p> + <p> + I have rather favored chance than choice, because, whatever choice you + make, you are pretty sure to regret it, with a bitter sense of + responsibility added, which you cannot feel if chance has chosen for you. + I observe that people who own summer cottages are often apt to wish they + did not, and were foot-loose to roam where they listed, and I have been + told that even a yacht is not a source of unmixed content, though so + eminently detachable. To great numbers Europe looks from this shore like a + safe refuge from the American summer problem; and yet I am not sure that + it is altogether so; for it is not enough merely to go to Europe; one has + to choose where to go when one has got there. A European city is certainly + always more tolerable than an American city, but one cannot very well pass + the summer in Paris, or even in London. The heart there, as here, will + yearn for some blessed seat + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, + Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies + Deep-meadow’d, happy, fair with orchard lawns + And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea,” + </pre> + <p> + and still, after your keel touches the strand of that alluring old world, + you must buy your ticket and register your trunk for somewhere in + particular. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0055" id="link2H_4_0055"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + It is truly a terrible stress, this summer problem, and, as I say, my + heart aches much more for those who have to solve it and suffer the + consequences of their choice than for those who have no choice, but must + stay the summer through where their work is, and be humbly glad that they + have any work to keep them there. I am not meaning now, of course, + business men obliged to remain in the city to earn the bread—or, + more correctly, the cake—of their families in the country, or even + their clerks and bookkeepers, and porters and messengers, but such people + as I sometimes catch sight of from the elevated trains (in my reluctant + midsummer flights through the city), sweltering in upper rooms over + sewing-machines or lap-boards, or stewing in the breathless tenement + streets, or driving clangorous trucks, or monotonous cars, or bending over + wash-tubs at open windows for breaths of the no-air without. These all get + on somehow, and at the end of the summer they have not to accuse + themselves of folly in going to one place rather than another. Their fate + is decided for them, and they submit to it; whereas those who decide their + fate are always rebelling against it. They it is whom I am truly sorry + for, and whom I write of with tears in my ink. Their case is hard, and it + will seem all the harder if we consider how foolish they will look and how + flat they will feel at the judgment-day, when they are asked about their + summer outings. I do not really suppose we shall be held to a very strict + account for our pleasures because everybody else has not enjoyed them, + too; that would be a pity of our lives; and yet there is an old-fashioned + compunction which will sometimes visit the heart if we take our pleasures + ungraciously, when so many have no pleasures to take. I would suggest, + then, to those on whom the curse of choice between pleasures rests, that + they should keep in mind those who have chiefly pains to their portion in + life. + </p> + <p> + I am not, I hope, urging my readers to any active benevolence, or + counselling them to share their pleasures with others; it has been + accurately ascertained that there are not pleasures enough to go round, as + things now are; but I would seriously entreat them to consider whether + they could not somewhat alleviate the hardships of their own lot at the + sea-side or among the mountains, by contrasting it with the lot of others + in the sweat-shops and the boiler-factories of life. I know very well that + it is no longer considered very good sense or very good morality to take + comfort in one’s advantages from the disadvantages of others, and + this is not quite what I mean to teach. Perhaps I mean nothing more than + an overhauling of the whole subject of advantages and disadvantages, which + would be a light and agreeable occupation for the leisure of the summer + outer. It might be very interesting, and possibly it might be amusing, for + one stretched upon the beach or swaying in the hammock to inquire into the + reasons for his or her being so favored, and it is not beyond the bounds + of expectation that a consensus of summer opinion on this subject would go + far to enlighten the world upon a question that has vexed the world ever + since mankind was divided into those who work too much and those who rest + too much. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0056" id="link2H_4_0056"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AESTHETIC NEW YORK FIFTY-ODD YEARS AGO + </h2> + <p> + A study of New York civilization in 1849 has lately come into my hands, + with a mortifying effect, which I should like to share with the reader, to + my pride of modernity. I had somehow believed that after half a century of + material prosperity, such as the world has never seen before, New York in + 1902 must be very different from New York in 1849, but if I am to trust + either the impressions of the earlier student or my own, New York is + essentially the same now that it was then. The spirit of the place has not + changed; it is as it was, splendidly and sordidly commercial. Even the + body of it has undergone little or no alteration; it was as shapeless, as + incongruous; as ugly when the author of ‘New York in Slices’ + wrote as it is at this writing; it has simply grown, or overgrown, on the + moral and material lines which seem to have been structural in it from the + beginning. He felt in his time the same vulgarity, the same violence, in + its architectural anarchy that I have felt in my time, and he noted how + all dignity and beauty perished, amid the warring forms, with a prescience + of my own affliction, which deprives me of the satisfaction of a + discoverer and leaves me merely the sense of being rather old-fashioned in + my painful emotions. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0057" id="link2H_4_0057"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + I wish I could pretend that my author philosophized the facts of his New + York with something less than the raw haste of the young journalist; but I + am afraid I must own that ‘New York in Slices’ affects one as + having first been printed in an evening paper, and that the writer brings + to the study of the metropolis something like the eager horror of a + country visitor. This probably enabled him to heighten the effect he + wished to make with readers of a kindred tradition, and for me it adds a + certain innocent charm to his work. I may make myself better understood if + I say that his attitude towards the depravities of a smaller New York is + much the same as that of Mr. Stead towards the wickedness of a much larger + Chicago. He seizes with some such avidity upon the darker facts of the + prisons, the slums, the gambling-houses, the mock auctions, the toughs + (who then called themselves b’hoys and g’hals), the quacks, + the theatres, and even the intelligence offices, and exploits their + iniquities with a ready virtue which the wickedest reader can enjoy with + him. + </p> + <p> + But if he treated of these things alone, I should not perhaps have brought + his curious little book to the polite notice of my readers. He treats also + of the press, the drama, the art, and, above all, “the literary + soirees” of that remote New York of his in a manner to make us + latest New-Yorkers feel our close proximity to it. Fifty-odd years ago + journalism had already become “the absorbing, remorseless, clamorous + thing” we now know, and very different from the thing it was when + “expresses were unheard of, and telegraphs were uncrystallized from + the lightning’s blue and fiery film.” Reporterism was + beginning to assume its present importance, but it had not yet become the + paramount intellectual interest, and did not yet “stand shoulder to + shoulder” with the counting-room in authority. Great editors, then + as now, ranked great authors in the public esteem, or achieved a double + primacy by uniting journalism and literature in the same personality. They + were often the owners as well as the writers of their respective papers, + and they indulged for the advantage of the community the rancorous + rivalries, recriminations, and scurrilities which often form the charm, if + not the chief use, of our contemporaneous journals. Apparently, however, + notarially authenticated boasts of circulation had not yet been made the + delight of their readers, and the press had not become the detective + agency that it now is, nor the organizer and distributer of charities. + </p> + <p> + But as dark a cloud of doubt rested upon its relations to the theatre as + still eclipses the popular faith in dramatic criticism. “How can you + expect,” our author asks, “a frank and unbiassed criticism + upon the performance of George Frederick Cooke Snooks . . . when the + editor or reporter who is to write it has just been supping on beefsteak + and stewed potatoes at Windust’s, and regaling himself on + brandy-and-water cold, without, at the expense of the aforesaid George + Frederick Cooke Snooks?” The severest censor of the press, however, + would hardly declare now that “as to such a thing as impartial and + independent criticism upon theatres in the present state of the relations + between editors, reporters, managers, actors—and actresses—the + thing is palpably out of the question,” and if matters were really + at the pass hinted, the press has certainly improved in fifty years, if + one may judge from its present frank condemnations of plays and players. + The theatre apparently has not, for we read that at that period “a + very great majority of the standard plays and farces on the stage depend + mostly for their piquancy and their power of interesting an audience upon + intrigues with married women, elopements, seductions, bribery, cheating, + and fraud of every description . . . . Stage costume, too, wherever there + is half a chance, is usually made as lascivious and immodest as possible; + and a freedom and impropriety prevails among the characters of the piece + which would be kicked out of private society the instant it would have the + audacity to make its appearance there.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0058" id="link2H_4_0058"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + I hope private society in New York would still be found as correct if not + quite so violent; and I wish I could believe that the fine arts were + presently in as flourishing a condition among us as they were in 1849. + That was the prosperous day of the Art Unions, in which the artists + clubbed their output, and the subscribers parted the works among + themselves by something so very like raffling that the Art Unions were + finally suppressed under the law against lotteries. While they lasted, + however, they had exhibitions thronged by our wealth, fashion, and + intellect (to name them in the order they hold the New York mind), as our + private views now are, or ought to be; and the author “devotes an + entire number” of his series “to a single institution”—fearless + of being accused of partiality by any who rightly appreciate the + influences of the fine arts upon the morals and refinement of mankind. + </p> + <p> + He devotes even more than an entire number to literature; for, besides + treating of various literary celebrities at the “literary soirees,” + he imagines encountering several of them at the high-class restaurants. At + Delmonico’s, where if you had “French and money” you + could get in that day “a dinner which, as a work of art, ranks with + a picture by Huntington, a poem by Willis, or a statue by Powers,” + he meets such a musical critic as Richard Grant White, such an + intellectual epicurean as N. P. Willis, such a lyric poet as Charles Fenno + Hoffman. But it would be a warm day for Delmonico’s when the + observer in this epoch could chance upon so much genius at its tables, + perhaps because genius among us has no longer the French or the money. + Indeed, the author of ‘New York in Slices’ seems finally to + think that he has gone too far, even for his own period, and brings + himself up with the qualifying reservation that if Willis and Hoffman + never did dine together at Delmonico’s, they ought to have done so. + He has apparently no misgivings as to the famous musical critic, and he + has no scruple in assembling for us at his “literary soiree” a + dozen distinguished-looking men and “twice as many women.... + listening to a tall, deaconly man, who stands between two candles held by + a couple of sticks summoned from the recesses of the back parlor, reading + a basketful of gilt-edged notes. It is . . . the annual Valentine Party, + to which all the male and female authors have contributed for the purpose + of saying on paper charming things of each other, and at which, for a few + hours, all are gratified with the full meed of that praise which a cold + world is chary of bestowing upon its literary cobweb- spinners.” + </p> + <p> + It must be owned that we have no longer anything so like a ‘salon’ + as this. It is, indeed, rather terrible, and it is of a quality in its + celebrities which may well carry dismay to any among us presently + intending immortality. Shall we, one day, we who are now in the rich and + full enjoyment of our far-reaching fame, affect the imagination of + posterity as these phantoms of the past affect ours? Shall we, too, appear + in some pale limbo of unimportance as thin and faded as “John Inman, + the getter-up of innumerable things for the annuals and magazines,” + or as Dr. Rufus Griswold, supposed for picturesque purposes to be “stalking + about with an immense quarto volume under his arm . . . an early copy of + his forthcoming ‘Female Poets of America’”; or as Lewis + Gaylord Clark, the “sunnyfaced, smiling” editor of the + Knickerbocker Magazine, “who don’t look as if the Ink-Fiend + had ever heard of him,” as he stands up to dance a polka with + “a demure lady who has evidently spilled the inkstand over her dress”; + or as “the stately Mrs. Seba Smith, bending aristocratically over + the centre-table, and talking in a bright, cold, steady stream, like an + antique fountain by moonlight”; or as “the spiritual and + dainty Fanny Osgood, clapping her hands and crowing like a baby,” + where she sits “nestled under a shawl of heraldic devices, like a + bird escaped from its cage”; or as Margaret Fuller, “her + large, gray eyes Tamping inspiration, and her thin, quivering lip + prophesying like a Pythoness”? + </p> + <p> + I hope not; I earnestly hope not. Whatever I said at the outset, affirming + the persistent equality of New York characteristics and circumstances, I + wish to take back at this point; and I wish to warn malign foreign + observers, of the sort who have so often refused to see us as we see + ourselves, that they must not expect to find us now grouped in the taste + of 1849. Possibly it was not so much the taste of 1849 as the author of + ‘New York in Slices’ would have us believe; and perhaps any + one who trusted his pictures of life among us otherwise would be deceived + by a parity of the spirit in which they are portrayed with that of our + modern “society journalism.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0059" id="link2H_4_0059"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + FROM NEW YORK INTO NEW ENGLAND + </h2> + <p> + There is, of course, almost a world’s difference between England and + the Continent anywhere; but I do not recall just now any transition + between Continental countries which involves a more distinct change in the + superficial aspect of things than the passage from the Middle States into + New England. It is all American, but American of diverse ideals; and you + are hardly over the border before you are sensible of diverse effects, + which are the more apparent to you the more American you are. If you want + the contrast at its sharpest you had better leave New York on a Sound + boat; for then you sleep out of the Middle State civilization and wake + into the civilization of New England, which seems to give its stamp to + nature herself. As to man, he takes it whether native or alien; and if he + is foreign-born it marks him another Irishman, Italian, Canadian, Jew, or + negro from his brother in any other part of the United States. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0060" id="link2H_4_0060"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + When you have a theory of any kind, proofs of it are apt to seek you out, + and I, who am rather fond of my faith in New England’s influence of + this sort, had as pretty an instance of it the day after my arrival as I + could wish. A colored brother of Massachusetts birth, as black as a man + can well be, and of a merely anthropoidal profile, was driving me along + shore in search of a sea-side hotel when we came upon a weak-minded young + chicken in the road. The natural expectation is that any chicken in these + circumstances will wait for your vehicle, and then fly up before it with a + loud screech; but this chicken may have been overcome by the heat (it was + a land breeze and it drew like the breath of a furnace over the hay-cocks + and the clover), or it may have mistimed the wheel, which passed over its + head and left it to flop a moment in the dust and then fall still. The + poor little tragedy was sufficiently distressful to me, but I bore it + well, compared with my driver. He could hardly stop lamenting it; and when + presently we met a young farmer, he pulled up. “You goin’ past + Jim Marden’s?” “Yes.” “Well, I wish you’d + tell him I just run over a chicken of his, and I killed it, I guess. I + guess it was a pretty big one.” “Oh no,” I put in, + “it was only a broiler. What do you think it was worth?” I + took out some money, and the farmer noted the largest coin in my hand; + “About half a dollar, I guess.” On this I put it all back in + my pocket, and then he said, “Well, if a chicken don’t know + enough to get out of the road, I guess you ain’t to blame.” I + expressed that this was my own view of the case, and we drove on. When we + parted I gave the half-dollar to my driver, and begged him not to let the + owner of the chicken come on me for damages; and though he chuckled his + pleasure in the joke, I could see that he was still unhappy, and I have no + doubt that he has that pullet on his conscience yet, unless he has paid + for it. He was of a race which elsewhere has so immemorially plundered + hen-roosts that chickens are as free to it as the air it breathes, without + any conceivable taint of private ownership. But the spirit of New England + had so deeply entered into him that the imbecile broiler of another, slain + by pure accident and by its own contributory negligence, was saddening + him, while I was off in my train without a pang for the owner and with + only an agreeable pathos for the pullet. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0061" id="link2H_4_0061"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + The instance is perhaps extreme; and, at any rate, it has carried me in a + psychological direction away from the simpler differences which I meant to + note in New England. They were evident as soon as our train began to run + from the steamboat landing into the country, and they have intensified, if + they have not multiplied, themselves as I have penetrated deeper and + deeper into the beautiful region. The land is poorer than the land to the + southward—one sees that at once; the soil is thin, and often so + thickly burdened with granite bowlders that it could never have borne any + other crop since the first Puritans, or Pilgrims, cut away the primeval + woods and betrayed its hopeless sterility to the light. But wherever you + come to a farm-house, whether standing alone or in one of the village + groups that New England farm-houses have always liked to gather themselves + into, it is of a neatness that brings despair, and of a repair that ought + to bring shame to the beholder from more easy-going conditions. Everything + is kept up with a strenuous virtue that imparts an air of self-respect to + the landscape, which the bleaching and blackening stone walls, wandering + over the hill-slopes, divide into wood lots of white birch and pine, stony + pastures, and little patches of potatoes and corn. The mowing-lands alone + are rich; and if the New England year is in the glory of the latest June, + the breath of the clover blows honey—sweet into the car windows, and + the fragrance of the new-cut hay rises hot from the heavy swaths that seem + to smoke in the sun. + </p> + <p> + We have struck a hot spell, one of those torrid mood of continental + weather which we have telegraphed us ahead to heighten our suffering by + anticipation. But the farmsteads and village houses are safe in the shade + of their sheltering trees amid the fluctuation of the grass that grows so + tall about them that the June roses have to strain upward to get + themselves free of it. Behind each dwelling is a billowy mass of orchard, + and before it the Gothic archway of the elms stretches above the quiet + street. There is no tree in the world so full of sentiment as the American + elm, and it is nowhere so graceful as in these New England villages, which + are themselves, I think, the prettiest and wholesomest of mortal sojourns. + By a happy instinct, their wooden houses are all painted white, to a + marble effect that suits our meridional sky, and the contrast of their + dark-green shutters is deliciously refreshing. There was an evil hour, the + terrible moment of the aesthetic revival now happily past, when white + walls and green blinds were thought in bad taste, and the village houses + were often tinged a dreary ground color, or a doleful olive, or a gloomy + red, but now they have returned to their earlier love. Not the first love; + that was a pale buff with white trim; but I doubt if it were good for all + kinds of village houses; the eye rather demands the white. The pale buff + does very well for large colonial mansions, like Lowell’s or + Longfellow’s in Cambridge; but when you come, say, to see the great + square houses built in Portsmouth, New Hampshire; early in this century, + and painted white, you find that white, after all, is the thing for our + climate, even in the towns. + </p> + <p> + In such a village as my colored brother drove me through on the way to the + beach it was of an absolute fitness; and I wish I could convey a due sense + of the exquisite keeping of the place. Each white house was more or less + closely belted in with a white fence, of panels or pickets; the grassy + door-yards glowed with flowers, and often a climbing rose embowered the + door-way with its bloom. Away backward or sidewise stretched the woodshed + from the dwelling to the barn, and shut the whole under one cover; the + turf grew to the wheel-tracks of the road-way, over which the elms rose + and drooped; and from one end of the village to the other you could not, + as the saying is, find a stone to throw at a dog. I know Holland; I have + seen the wives of Scheveningen scrubbing up for Sunday to the very middle + of their brick streets, but I doubt if Dutch cleanliness goes so far + without, or comes from so deep a scruple within, as the cleanliness of New + England. I felt so keenly the feminine quality of its motive as I passed + through that village, that I think if I had dropped so much as a piece of + paper in the street I must have knocked at the first door and begged the + lady of the house (who would have opened it in person after wiping her + hands from her work, taking off her apron, and giving a glance at herself + in the mirror and at me through the window blind) to report me to the + selectmen in the interest of good morals. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0062" id="link2H_4_0062"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + I did not know at once quite how to reconcile the present foulness of the + New England capital with the fairness of the New England country; and I am + still somewhat embarrassed to own that after New York (even under the + relaxing rule of Tammany) Boston seemed very dirty when we arrived there. + At best I was never more than a naturalized Bostonian; but it used to give + me great pleasure—so penetratingly does the place qualify even the + sojourning Westerner—to think of the defect of New York in the + virtue that is next to godliness; and now I had to hang my head for shame + at the mortifying contrast of the Boston streets to the well-swept asphalt + which I had left frying in the New York sun the afternoon before. Later, + however, when I began to meet the sort of Boston faces I remembered so + well—good, just, pure, but set and severe, with their look of + challenge, of interrogation, almost of reproof—they not only ignored + the disgraceful untidiness of the streets, but they convinced me of a + state of transition which would leave the place swept and garnished behind + it; and comforted me against the litter of the winding thoroughfares and + narrow lanes, where the dust had blown up against the brick walls, and + seemed permanently to have smutched and discolored them. + </p> + <p> + In New York you see the American face as Europe characterizes it; in + Boston you see it as it characterizes Europe; and it is in Boston that you + can best imagine the strenuous grapple of the native forces which all + alien things must yield to till they take the American cast. It is almost + dismaying, that physiognomy, before it familiarizes itself anew; and in + the brief first moment while it is yet objective, you ransack your + conscience for any sins you may have committed in your absence from it and + make ready to do penance for them. I felt almost as if I had brought the + dirty streets with me, and were guilty of having left them lying about, so + impossible were they with reference to the Boston face. + </p> + <p> + It is a face that expresses care, even to the point of anxiety, and it + looked into the window of our carriage with the serious eyes of our + elderly hackman to make perfectly sure of our destination before we drove + away from the station. It was a little rigorous with us, as requiring us + to have a clear mind; but it was not unfriendly, not unkind, and it was + patient from long experience. In New York there are no elderly hackmen; + but in Boston they abound, and I cannot believe they would be capable of + bad faith with travellers. In fact, I doubt if this class is anywhere as + predatory as it is painted; but in Boston it appears to have the public + honor in its keeping. I do not mean that it was less mature, less + self-respectful in Portsmouth, where we were next to arrive; more so it + could not be; an equal sense of safety, of ease, began with it in both + places, and all through New England it is of native birth, while in New + York it is composed of men of many nations, with a weight in numbers + towards the Celtic strain. The prevalence of the native in New England + helps you sensibly to realize from the first moment that here you are in + America as the first Americans imagined and meant it; and nowhere in New + England is the original tradition more purely kept than in the beautiful + old seaport of New Hampshire. In fact, without being quite prepared to + defend a thesis to this effect, I believe that Portsmouth is preeminently + American, and in this it differs from Newburyport and from Salem, which + have suffered from different causes an equal commercial decline, and, + though among the earliest of the great Puritan towns after Boston, are now + largely made up of aliens in race and religion; these are actually the + majority, I believe, in Newburyport. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0063" id="link2H_4_0063"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + The adversity of Portsmouth began early in the century, but before that + time she had prospered so greatly that her merchant princes were able to + build themselves wooden palaces with white walls and green shutters, of a + grandeur and beauty unmatched elsewhere in the country. I do not know what + architect had his way with them, though his name is richly worth + remembrance, but they let him make them habitations of such graceful + proportion and of such delicate ornament that they have become shrines of + pious pilgrimage with the young architects of our day who hope to house + our well-to-do people fitly in country or suburbs. The decoration is + oftenest spent on a porch or portal, or a frieze of peculiar refinement; + or perhaps it feels its way to the carven casements or to the delicate + iron-work of the transoms; the rest is a simplicity and a faultless + propriety of form in the stately mansions which stand under the arching + elms, with their gardens sloping, or dropping by easy terraces behind them + to the river, or to the borders of other pleasances. They are all of wood, + except for the granite foundations and doorsteps, but the stout edifices + rarely sway out of the true line given them, and they look as if they + might keep it yet another century. + </p> + <p> + Between them, in the sun-shotten shade, lie the quiet streets, whose + gravelled stretch is probably never cleaned because it never needs + cleaning. Even the business streets, and the quaint square which gives the + most American of towns an air so foreign and Old Worldly, look as if the + wind and rain alone cared for them; but they are not foul, and the + narrower avenues, where the smaller houses of gray, unpainted wood crowd + each other, flush upon the pavements, towards the water—side, are + doubtless unvisited by the hoe or broom, and must be kept clean by a New + England conscience against getting them untidy. + </p> + <p> + When you get to the river-side there is one stretch of narrow, high- + shouldered warehouses which recall Holland, especially in a few with their + gables broken in steps, after the Dutch fashion. These, with their + mouldering piers and grass-grown wharves, have their pathos, and the whole + place embodies in its architecture an interesting record of the past, from + the time when the homesick exiles huddled close to the water’s edge + till the period of post-colonial prosperity, when proud merchants and + opulent captains set their vast square houses each in its handsome space + of gardened ground. + </p> + <p> + My adjectives might mislead as to size, but they could not as to beauty, + and I seek in vain for those that can duly impart the peculiar charm of + the town. Portsmouth still awaits her novelist; he will find a rich field + when he comes; and I hope he will come of the right sex, for it needs some + minute and subtle feminine skill, like that of Jane Austen, to express a + fit sense of its life in the past. Of its life in the present I know + nothing. I could only go by those delightful, silent houses, and sigh my + longing soul into their dim interiors. When now and then a young shape in + summer silk, or a group of young shapes in diaphanous muslin, fluttered + out of them, I was no wiser; and doubtless my elderly fancy would have + been unable to deal with what went on in them. Some girl of those flitting + through the warm, odorous twilight must become the creative historian of + the place; I can at least imagine a Jane Austen now growing up in + Portsmouth. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0064" id="link2H_4_0064"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> + <p> + If Miss Jewett were of a little longer breath than she has yet shown + herself in fiction, I might say the Jane Austen of Portsmouth was already + with us, and had merely not yet begun to deal with its precious material. + One day when we crossed the Piscataqua from New Hampshire into Maine, and + took the trolley-line for a run along through the lovely coast country, we + suddenly found ourselves in the midst of her own people, who are a little + different sort of New-Englanders from those of Miss Wilkins. They began to + flock into the car, young maidens and old, mothers and grandmothers, and + nice boys and girls, with a very, very few farmer youth of marriageable + age, and more rustic and seafaring elders long past it, all in the Sunday + best which they had worn to the graduation exercises at the High School, + where we took them mostly up. The womenkind were in a nervous twitter of + talk and laughter, and the men tolerantly gay beyond their wont, “passing + the time of day” with one another, and helping the more tumultuous + sex to get settled in the overcrowded open car. They courteously made room + for one another, and let the children stand between their knees, or took + them in their laps, with that unfailing American kindness which I am + prouder of than the American valor in battle, observing in all that + American decorum which is no bad thing either. We had chanced upon the + high and mighty occasion of the neighborhood year, when people might well + have been a little off their balance, but there was not a boisterous note + in the subdued affair. As we passed the school-house door, three dear, + pretty maids in white gowns and white slippers stood on the steps and + gently smiled upon our company. One could see that they were inwardly + glowing and thrilling with the excitement of their graduation, but were + controlling their emotions to a calm worthy of the august event, so that + no one might ever have it to say that they had appeared silly. + </p> + <p> + The car swept on, and stopped to set down passengers at their doors or + gates, where they severally left it, with an easy air as of private + ownership, into some sense of which the trolley promptly flatters people + along its obliging lines. One comfortable matron, in a cinnamon silk, was + just such a figure as that in the Miss Wilkins’s story where the + bridegroom fails to come on the wedding-day; but, as I say, they made me + think more of Miss Jewett’s people. The shore folk and the + Down-Easters are specifically hers; and these were just such as might have + belonged in The Country of the Pointed Firs’, or ‘Sister Wisby’s + Courtship’, or Dulham Ladies’, or ‘An Autumn Ramble’, + or twenty other entrancing tales. Sometimes one of them would try her + front door, and then, with a bridling toss of the head, express that she + had forgotten locking it, and slip round to the kitchen; but most of the + ladies made their way back at once between the roses and syringas of their + grassy door-yards, which were as neat and prim as their own persons, or + the best chamber in their white- walled, green-shuttered, story-and-a-half + house, and as perfectly kept as the very kitchen itself. + </p> + <p> + The trolley-line had been opened only since the last September, but in an + effect of familiar use it was as if it had always been there, and it + climbed and crooked and clambered about with the easy freedom of the + country road which it followed. It is a land of low hills, broken by + frequent reaches of the sea, and it is most amusing, most amazing, to see + how frankly the trolley-car takes and overcomes its difficulties. It + scrambles up and down the little steeps like a cat, and whisks round a + sharp and sudden curve with a feline screech, broadening into a loud + caterwaul as it darts over the estuaries on its trestles. Its course does + not lack excitement, and I suppose it does not lack danger; but as yet + there have been no accidents, and it is not so disfiguring as one would + think. The landscape has already accepted it, and is making the best of + it; and to the country people it is an inestimable convenience. It passes + everybody’s front door or back door, and the farmers can get + themselves or their produce (for it runs an express car) into Portsmouth + in an hour, twice an hour, all day long. In summer the cars are open, with + transverse seats, and stout curtains that quite shut out a squall of wind + or rain. In winter the cars are closed, and heated by electricity. The + young motorman whom I spoke with, while we waited on a siding to let a car + from the opposite direction get by, told me that he was caught out in a + blizzard last Winter, and passed the night in a snowdrift. “But the + cah was so wa’m, I neva suff’ed a mite.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” I summarized, “it must be a great advantage to + all the people along the line.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you wouldn’t ‘a’ thought so, from the kick + they made.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the cottagers”—the summer colony—“didn’t + like the noise.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes; that’s what I mean. The’s whe’ the kick + was. The natives like it. I guess the summa folks ‘ll like it, too.” + </p> + <p> + He looked round at me with enjoyment of his joke in his eye, for we both + understood that the summer folks could not help themselves, and must bow + to the will of the majority. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0065" id="link2H_4_0065"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE ART OF THE ADSMITH + </h2> + <p> + The other day, a friend of mine, who professes all the intimacy of a bad + conscience with many of my thoughts and convictions, came in with a bulky + book under his arm, and said, “I see by a guilty look in your eye + that you are meaning to write about spring.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not,” I retorted, “and if I were, it would be + because none of the new things have been said yet about spring, and + because spring is never an old story, any more than youth or love.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard something like that before,” said my friend, + “and I understand. The simple truth of the matter is that this is + the fag-end of the season, and you have run low in your subjects. Now take + my advice and don’t write about spring; it will make everybody hate + you, and will do no good. Write about advertising.” He tapped the + book under his arm significantly. “Here is a theme for you.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0066" id="link2H_4_0066"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + He had no sooner pronounced these words than I began to feel a weird and + potent fascination in his suggestion. I took the book from him and looked + it eagerly through. It was called Good Advertising, and it was written by + one of the experts in the business who have advanced it almost to the + grade of an art, or a humanity. + </p> + <p> + “But I see nothing here,” I said, musingly, “which would + enable a self-respecting author to come to the help of his publisher in + giving due hold upon the public interest those charming characteristics of + his book which no one else can feel so penetratingly or celebrate so + persuasively.” + </p> + <p> + “I expected some such objection from you,” said my friend. + “You will admit that there is everything else here?” + </p> + <p> + “Everything but that most essential thing. You know how we all feel + about it: the bitter disappointment, the heart-sickening sense of + insufficiency that the advertised praises of our books give us poor + authors. The effect is far worse than that of the reviews, for the + reviewer is not your ally and copartner, while your publisher—” + </p> + <p> + “I see what you mean,” said my friend. “But you must + have patience. If the author of this book can write so luminously of + advertising in other respects, I am sure he will yet be able to cast a + satisfactory light upon your problem. The question is, I believe, how to + translate into irresistible terms all that fond and exultant regard which + a writer feels for his book, all his pervasive appreciation of its + singular beauty, unique value, and utter charm, and transfer it to print, + without infringing upon the delicate and shrinking modesty which is the + distinguishing ornament of the literary spirit?” + </p> + <p> + “Something like that. But you understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps a Roentgen ray might be got to do it,” said my + friend, thoughtfully, “or perhaps this author may bring his mind to + bear upon it yet. He seems to have considered every kind of advertising + except book-advertising.” + </p> + <p> + “The most important of all!” I cried, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “You think so because you are in that line. If you were in the line + of varnish, or bicycles, or soap, or typewriters, or extract of beef, or + of malt—” + </p> + <p> + “Still I should be interested in book—advertising, because it + is the most vital of human interests.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me,” said my friend, “do you read the + advertisements of the books of rival authors?” + </p> + <p> + “Brother authors,” I corrected him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, brother authors.” + </p> + <p> + I said, No, candidly, I did not; and I forbore to add that I thought them + little better than a waste of the publishers’ money. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0067" id="link2H_4_0067"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + My friend did not pursue his inquiry to my personal disadvantage, but + seemed to prefer a more general philosophy of the matter. + </p> + <p> + “I have often wondered,” he said, “at the enormous + expansion of advertising, and doubted whether it was not mostly wasted. + But my author, here, has suggested a brilliant fact which I was + unwittingly groping for. When you take up a Sunday paper”—I + shuddered, and my friend smiled intelligence—“you are simply + appalled at the miles of announcements of all sorts. Who can possibly read + them? Who cares even to look at them? But if you want something in + particular—to furnish a house, or buy a suburban place, or take a + steamer for Europe, or go, to the theatre—then you find out at once + who reads the advertisements, and cares to look at them. They respond to + the multifarious wants of the whole community. You have before you the + living operation of that law of demand and supply which it has always been + such a bore to hear about. As often happens, the supply seems to come + before the demand; but that’s only an appearance. You wanted + something, and you found an offer to meet your want.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don’t believe that the offer to meet your want + suggested it?” + </p> + <p> + “I see that my author believes something of the kind. We may be full + of all sorts of unconscious wants which merely need the vivifying + influence of an advertisement to make them spring into active being; but I + have a feeling that the money paid for advertising which appeals to + potential wants is largely thrown away. You must want a thing, or think + you want it; otherwise you resent the proffer of it as a kind of + impertinence.” + </p> + <p> + “There are some kinds of advertisements, all the same, that I read + without the slightest interest in the subject matter. Simply the beauty of + the style attracts me.” + </p> + <p> + “I know. But does it ever move you to get what you don’t want?” + </p> + <p> + “Never; and I should be glad to know what your author thinks of that + sort of advertising: the literary, or dramatic, or humorous, or quaint.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn’t contemn it, quite. But I think he feels that it + may have had its day. Do you still read such advertisements with your + early zest?” + </p> + <p> + “No; the zest for nearly everything goes. I don’t care so much + for Tourguenief as I used. Still, if I come upon the jaunty and laconic + suggestions of a certain well-known clothing-house, concerning the season’s + wear, I read them with a measure of satisfaction. The advertising expert—” + </p> + <p> + “This author calls him the adsmith.” + </p> + <p> + “Delightful! Ad is a loathly little word, but we must come to it. It’s + as legitimate as lunch. But as I was saying, the adsmith seems to have + caught the American business tone, as perfectly as any of our novelists + have caught the American social tone.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said my friend, “and he seems to have prospered + as richly by it. You know some of those chaps make fifteen or twenty + thousand dollars by adsmithing. They have put their art quite on a level + with fiction pecuniarily.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it is a branch of fiction.” + </p> + <p> + “No; they claim that it is pure fact. My author discourages the + slightest admixture of fable. The truth, clearly and simply expressed, is + the best in an ad. + </p> + <p> + “It is best in a wof, too. I am always saying that.” + </p> + <p> + “Wof?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, work of fiction. It’s another new word, like lunch or + ad.” + </p> + <p> + “But in a wof,” said my friend, instantly adopting it, “my + author insinuates that the fashion of payment tempts you to verbosity, + while in an ad the conditions oblige you to the greatest possible + succinctness. In one case you are paid by the word; in the other you pay + by the word. That is where the adsmith stands upon higher moral ground + than the wofsmith.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think your author might have written a recent article in + The————-, reproaching fiction with its unhallowed + gains.” + </p> + <p> + “If you mean that for a sneer, it is misplaced. He would have been + incapable of it. My author is no more the friend of honesty in adsmithing + than he is of propriety, He deprecates jocosity in apothecaries and + undertakers, not only as bad taste, but as bad business; and he is as + severe as any one could be upon ads that seize the attention by disgusting + or shocking the reader. + </p> + <p> + “He is to be praised for that, and for the other thing; and I + shouldn’t have minded his criticising the ready wofsmith. I hope he + attacks the use of display type, which makes our newspapers look like the + poster- plastered fences around vacant lots. In New York there is only one + paper whose advertisements are not typographically a shock to the nerves.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said my friend, “he attacks foolish and + ineffective display.” + </p> + <p> + “It is all foolish and ineffective. It is like a crowd of people + trying to make themselves heard by shouting each at the top of his voice. + A paper full of display advertisements is an image of our whole congested + and delirious state of competition; but even in competitive conditions it + is unnecessary, and it is futile. Compare any New York paper but one with + the London papers, and you will see what I mean. Of course I refer to the + ad pages; the rest of our exception is as offensive with pictures and + scare heads as all the rest. I wish your author could revise his opinions + and condemn all display in ads.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say he will when he knows what you think,” said my + friend, with imaginable sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0068" id="link2H_4_0068"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + “I wish,” I went on, “that he would give us some + philosophy of the prodigious increase of advertising within the last + twenty-five years, and some conjecture as to the end of it all. Evidently, + it can’t keep on increasing at the present rate. If it does, there + will presently be no room in the world for things; it will be filled up + with the advertisements of things.” + </p> + <p> + “Before that time, perhaps,” my friend suggested, “adsmithing + will have become so fine and potent an art that advertising will be + reduced in bulk, while keeping all its energy and even increasing its + effectiveness.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” I said, “some silent electrical process will + be contrived, so that the attractions of a new line of dress-goods or the + fascination of a spring or fall opening may be imparted to a lady’s + consciousness without even the agency of words. All other facts of + commercial and industrial interest could be dealt with in the same way. A + fine thrill could be made to go from the last new book through the whole + community, so that people would not willingly rest till they had it. Yes, + one can see an indefinite future for advertising in that way. The adsmith + may be the supreme artist of the twentieth century. He may assemble in his + grasp, and employ at will, all the arts and sciences.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said my friend, with a sort of fall in his voice, + “that is very well. But what is to become of the race when it is + penetrated at every pore with a sense of the world’s demand and + supply?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that is another affair. I was merely imagining the possible + resources of invention in providing for the increase of advertising while + guarding the integrity of the planet. I think, very likely, if the thing + keeps on, we shall all go mad; but then we shall none of us be able to + criticise the others. Or possibly the thing may work its own cure. You + know the ingenuity of the political economists in justifying the egotism + to which conditions appeal. They do not deny that these foster greed and + rapacity in merciless degree, but they contend that when the wealth- + winner drops off gorged there is a kind of miracle wrought, and good comes + of it all. I never could see how; but if it is true, why shouldn’t a + sort of ultimate immunity come back to us from the very excess and + invasion of the appeals now made to us, and destined to be made to us + still more by the adsmith? Come, isn’t there hope in that?” + </p> + <p> + “I see a great opportunity for the wofsmith in some such dream,” + said my friend. “Why don’t you turn it to account?” + </p> + <p> + “You know that isn’t my line; I must leave that sort of + wofsmithing to the romantic novelist. Besides, I have my well-known + panacea for all the ills our state is heir to, in a civilization which + shall legislate foolish and vicious and ugly and adulterate things out of + the possibility of existence. Most of the adsmithing is now employed in + persuading people that such things are useful, beautiful, and pure. But in + any civilization they shall not even be suffered to be made, much less + foisted upon the community by adsmiths.” + </p> + <p> + “I see what you mean,” said my friend; and he sighed gently. + “I had much better let you write about spring.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0069" id="link2H_4_0069"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE PSYCHOLOGY OF PLAGIARISM + </h2> + <p> + A late incident in the history of a very widespread English novelist, + triumphantly closed by the statement of his friend that the novelist had + casually failed to accredit a given passage in his novel to the real + author, has brought freshly to my mind a curious question in ethics. The + friend who vindicated the novelist, or, rather, who contemptuously + dismissed the matter, not only confessed the fact of adoption, but + declared that it was one of many which could be found in the novelist’s + works. The novelist, he said, was quite in the habit of so using material + in the rough, which he implied was like using any fact or idea from life, + and he declared that the novelist could not bother to answer critics who + regarded these exploitations as a sort of depredation. In a manner he + brushed the impertinent accusers aside, assuring the general public that + the novelist always meant, at his leisure, and in his own way, duly to + ticket the flies preserved in his amber. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0070" id="link2H_4_0070"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + When I read this haughty vindication, I thought at first that if the case + were mine I would rather have several deadly enemies than such a friend as + that; but since, I have not been so sure. I have asked myself upon a + careful review of the matter whether plagiarism may not be frankly avowed, + as in nowise dishonest, and I wish some abler casuist would take the + affair into consideration and make it clear for me. If we are to suppose + that offences against society disgrace the offender, and that public + dishonor argues the fact of some such offence, then apparently plagiarism + is not such an offence; for in even very flagrant cases it does not + disgrace. The dictionary, indeed, defines it as “the crime of + literary theft”; but as no penalty attaches to it, and no lasting + shame, it is hard to believe it either a crime or a theft; and the + offence, if it is an offence (one has to call it something, and I hope the + word is not harsh), is some such harmless infraction of the moral law as + white-lying. + </p> + <p> + The much-perverted saying of Moliere, that he took his own where he found + it, is perhaps in the consciousness of those who appropriate the things + other people have rushed in with before them. But really they seem to need + neither excuse nor defence with the impartial public if they are caught in + the act of reclaiming their property or despoiling the rash intruder upon + their premises. The novelist in question is by no means the only recent + example, and is by no means a flagrant example. While the ratification of + the treaty with Spain was pending before the Senate of the United States, + a member of that body opposed it in a speech almost word for word the same + as a sermon delivered in New York City only a few days earlier and + published broadcast. He was promptly exposed by the parallel-column + system; but I have never heard that his standing was affected or his + usefulness impaired by the offence proven against him. A few years ago an + eminent divine in one of our cities preached as his own the sermon of a + brother divine, no longer living; he, too, was detected and promptly + exposed by the parallel-column system, but nothing whatever happened from + the exposure. Every one must recall like instances, more or less remote. I + remember one within my youthfuller knowledge of a journalist who used as + his own all the denunciatory passages of Macaulay’s article on + Barrere, and applied them with changes of name to the character and + conduct of a local politician whom he felt it his duty to devote to + infamy. He was caught in the fact, and by means of the parallel column + pilloried before the community. But the community did not mind it a bit, + and the journalist did not either. He prospered on amid those who all knew + what he had done, and when he removed to another city it was to a larger + one, and to a position of more commanding influence, from which he was + long conspicuous in helping shape the destinies of the nation. + </p> + <p> + So far as any effect from these exposures was concerned, they were as + harmless as those exposures of fraudulent spiritistic mediums which from + time to time are supposed to shake the spiritistic superstition to its + foundations. They really do nothing of the kind; the table-tippings, + rappings, materializations, and levitations keep on as before; and I do + not believe that the exposure of the novelist who has been the latest + victim of the parallel column will injure him a jot in the hearts or heads + of his readers. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0071" id="link2H_4_0071"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + I am very glad of it, being a disbeliever in punishments of all sorts. I + am always glad to have sinners get off, for I like to get off from my own + sins; and I have a bad moment from my sense of them whenever another’s + have found him out. But as yet I have not convinced myself that the sort + of thing we have been considering is a sin at all, for it seems to deprave + no more than it dishonors; or that it is what the dictionary (with very + unnecessary brutality) calls a “crime” and a “theft.” + If it is either, it is differently conditioned, if not differently + natured, from all other crimes and thefts. These may be more or less + artfully and hopefully concealed, but plagiarism carries inevitable + detection with it. If you take a man’s hat or coat out of his hall, + you may pawn it before the police overtake you; if you take his horse out + of his stable, you may ride it away beyond pursuit and sell it; if you + take his purse out of his pocket, you may pass it to a pal in the crowd, + and easily prove your innocence. But if you take his sermon, or his essay, + or even his apposite reflection, you cannot escape discovery. The world is + full of idle people reading books, and they are only too glad to act as + detectives; they please their miserable vanity by showing their alertness, + and are proud to hear witness against you in the court of parallel + columns. You have no safety in the obscurity of the author from whom you + take your own; there is always that most terrible reader, the reader of + one book, who knows that very author, and will the more indecently hasten + to bring you to the bar because he knows no other, and wishes to display + his erudition. A man may escape for centuries and yet be found out. In the + notorious case of William Shakespeare the offender seemed finally secure + of his prey; and yet one poor lady, who ended in a lunatic asylum, was + able to detect him at last, and to restore the goods to their rightful + owner, Sir Francis Bacon. + </p> + <p> + In spite, however, of this almost absolute certainty of exposure, + plagiarism goes on as it has always gone on; and there is no probability + that it will cease as long as there are novelists, senators, divines, and + journalists hard pressed for ideas which they happen not to have in mind + at the time, and which they see going to waste elsewhere. Now and then it + takes a more violent form and becomes a real mania, as when the plagiarist + openly claims and urges his right to a well-known piece of literary + property. When Mr. William Allen Butler’s famous poem of “Nothing + to Wear” achieved its extraordinary popularity, a young girl + declared and apparently quite believed that she had written it and lost + the MS. in an omnibus. All her friends apparently believed so, too; and + the friends of the different gentlemen and ladies who claimed the + authorship of “Beautiful Snow” and “Rock Me to Sleep” + were ready to support them by affidavit against the real authors of those + pretty worthless pieces. + </p> + <p> + From all these facts it must appear to the philosophic reader that + plagiarism is not the simple “crime” or “theft” + that the lexicographers would have us believe. It argues a strange and + peculiar courage on the part of those who commit it or indulge it, since + they are sure of having it brought home to them, for they seem to dread + the exposure, though it involves no punishment outside of themselves. Why + do they do it, or, having done it, why do they mind it, since the public + does not? Their temerity and their timidity are things almost + irreconcilable, and the whole position leaves one quite puzzled as to what + one would do if one’s own plagiarisms were found out. But this is a + mere question of conduct, and of infinitely less interest than that of the + nature or essence of the thing itself. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0072" id="link2H_4_0072"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PURITANISM IN AMERICAN FICTION + </h2> + <p> + The question whether the fiction which gives a vivid impression of reality + does truly represent the conditions studied in it, is one of those + inquiries to which there is no very final answer. The most baffling fact + of such fiction is that its truths are self-evident; and if you go about + to prove them you are in some danger of shaking the convictions of those + whom they have persuaded. It will not do to affirm anything wholesale + concerning them; a hundred examples to the contrary present themselves if + you know the ground, and you are left in doubt of the verity which you + cannot gainsay. The most that you can do is to appeal to your own + consciousness, and that is not proof to anybody else. Perhaps the best + test in this difficult matter is the quality of the art which created the + picture. Is it clear, simple, unaffected? Is it true to human experience + generally? If it is so, then it cannot well be false to the special human + experience it deals with. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0073" id="link2H_4_0073"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + Not long ago I heard of something which amusingly, which pathetically, + illustrated the sense of reality imparted by the work of one of our + writers, whose art is of the kind I mean. A lady was driving with a young + girl of the lighter-minded civilization of New York through one of those + little towns of the North Shore in Massachusetts, where the small; wooden + houses cling to the edges of the shallow bay, and the schooners slip, in + and out on the hidden channels of the salt meadows as if they were blown + about through the tall grass. She tried to make her feel the shy charm of + the place, that almost subjective beauty, which those to the manner born + are so keenly aware of in old-fashioned New England villages; but she + found that the girl was not only not looking at the sad-colored cottages, + with their weather-worn shingle walls, their grassy door-yards lit by + patches of summer bloom, and their shutterless windows with their + close-drawn shades, but she was resolutely averting her eyes from them, + and staring straightforward until she should be out of sight of them + altogether. She said that they were terrible, and she knew that in each of + them was one of those dreary old women, or disappointed girls, or unhappy + wives, or bereaved mothers, she had read of in Miss Wilkins’s + stories. + </p> + <p> + She had been too little sensible of the humor which forms the relief of + these stories, as it forms the relief of the bare, duteous, conscientious, + deeply individualized lives portrayed in them; and no doubt this cannot + make its full appeal to the heart of youth aching for their stoical + sorrows. Without being so very young, I, too, have found the humor hardly + enough at times, and if one has not the habit of experiencing support in + tragedy itself, one gets through a remote New England village, at + nightfall, say, rather limp than otherwise, and in quite the mood that + Miss Wilkins’s bleaker studies leave one in. At midday, or in the + bright sunshine of the morning, it is quite possible to fling off the + melancholy which breathes the same note in the fact and the fiction; and I + have even had some pleasure at such times in identifying this or, that + one-story cottage with its lean-to as a Mary Wilkins house and in placing + one of her muted dramas in it. One cannot know the people of such places + without recognizing her types in them, and one cannot know New England + without owning the fidelity of her stories to New England character, + though, as I have already suggested, quite another sort of stories could + be written which should as faithfully represent other phases of New + England village life. + </p> + <p> + To the alien inquirer, however, I should be by no means confident that + their truth would evince itself, for the reason that human nature is + seldom on show anywhere. I am perfectly certain of the truth of Tolstoy + and Tourguenief to Russian life, yet I should not be surprised if I went + through Russia and met none of their people. I should be rather more + surprised if I went through Italy and met none of Verga’s or + Fogazzaro’s, but that would be because I already knew Italy a + little. In fact, I suspect that the last delight of truth in any art comes + only to the connoisseur who is as well acquainted with the subject as the + artist himself. One must not be too severe in challenging the truth of an + author to life; and one must bring a great deal of sympathy and a great + deal of patience to the scrutiny. Types are very backward and shrinking + things, after all; character is of such a mimosan sensibility that if you + seize it too abruptly its leaves are apt to shut and hide all that is + distinctive in it; so that it is not without some risk to an author’s + reputation for honesty that he gives his readers the impression of his + truth. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0074" id="link2H_4_0074"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + The difficulty with characters in fiction is that the reader there finds + them dramatized; not only their actions, but also their emotions are + dramatized; and the very same sort of persons when one meets them in real + life are recreantly undramatic. One might go through a New England village + and see Mary Wilkins houses and Mary Wilkins people, and yet not witness a + scene nor hear a word such as one finds in her tales. It is only too + probable that the inhabitants one met would say nothing quaint or + humorous, or betray at all the nature that she reveals in them; and yet I + should not question her revelation on that account. The life of New + England, such as Miss Wilkins deals with, and Miss Sarah O. Jewett, and + Miss Alice Brown, is not on the surface, or not visibly so, except to the + accustomed eye. It is Puritanism scarcely animated at all by the Puritanic + theology. One must not be very positive in such things, and I may be too + bold in venturing to say that while the belief of some New Englanders + approaches this theology the belief of most is now far from it; and yet + its penetrating individualism so deeply influenced the New England + character that Puritanism survives in the moral and mental make of the + people almost in its early strength. Conduct and manner conform to a dead + religious ideal; the wish to be sincere, the wish to be just, the wish to + be righteous are before the wish to be kind, merciful, humble. A people + are not a chosen people for half a dozen generations without acquiring a + spiritual pride that remains with them long after they cease to believe + themselves chosen. They are often stiffened in the neck and they are often + hardened in the heart by it, to the point of making them angular and cold; + but they are of an inveterate responsibility to a power higher than + themselves, and they are strengthened for any fate. They are what we see + in the stories which, perhaps, hold the first place in American fiction. + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact, the religion of New England is not now so Puritanical + as that of many parts of the South and West, and yet the inherited + Puritanism stamps the New England manner, and differences it from the + manner of the straightest sects elsewhere. There was, however, always a + revolt against Puritanism when Puritanism was severest and securest; this + resulted in types of shiftlessness if not wickedness, which have not yet + been duly studied, and which would make the fortune of some novelist who + cared to do a fresh thing. There is also a sentimentality, or + pseudo-emotionality (I have not the right phrase for it), which awaits + full recognition in fiction. This efflorescence from the dust of systems + and creeds, carried into natures left vacant by the ancestral doctrine, + has scarcely been noticed by the painters of New England manners. It is + often a last state of Unitarianism, which prevailed in the larger towns + and cities when the Calvinistic theology ceased to be dominant, and it is + often an effect of the spiritualism so common in New England, and, in + fact, everywhere in America. Then, there is a wide-spread love of + literature in the country towns and villages which has in great measure + replaced the old interest in dogma, and which forms with us an author’s + closest appreciation, if not his best. But as yet little hint of all this + has got into the short stories, and still less of that larger intellectual + life of New England, or that exalted beauty of character which tempts one + to say that Puritanism was a blessing if it made the New-Englanders what + they are; though one can always be glad not to have lived among them in + the disciplinary period. Boston, the capital of that New England nation + which is fast losing itself in the American nation, is no longer of its + old literary primacy, and yet most of our right thinking, our high + thinking, still begins there, and qualifies the thinking of the country at + large. The good causes, the generous causes, are first befriended there, + and in a wholesome sort the New England culture, as well as the New + England conscience, has imparted itself to the American people. + </p> + <p> + Even the power of writing short stories, which we suppose ourselves to + have in such excellent degree, has spread from New England. That is, + indeed, the home of the American short story, and it has there been + brought to such perfection in the work of Miss Wilkins, of Miss Jewett, of + Miss Brown, and of that most faithful, forgotten painter of manners, Mrs. + Rose Terry Cook, that it presents upon the whole a truthful picture of New + England village life in some of its more obvious phases. I say obvious + because I must, but I have already said that this is a life which is very + little obvious; and I should not blame any one who brought the portrait to + the test of reality, and found it exaggerated, overdrawn, and unnatural, + though I should be perfectly sure that such a critic was wrong. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0075" id="link2H_4_0075"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE WHAT AND THE HOW IN ART + </h2> + <p> + One of the things always enforcing itself upon the consciousness of the + artist in any sort is the fact that those whom artists work for rarely + care for their work artistically. They care for it morally, personally, + partially. I suspect that criticism itself has rather a muddled preference + for the what over the how, and that it is always haunted by a philistine + question of the material when it should, aesthetically speaking, be + concerned solely with the form. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0076" id="link2H_4_0076"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + The other night at the theatre I was witness of a curious and amusing + illustration of my point. They were playing a most soul-filling melodrama, + of the sort which gives you assurance from the very first that there will + be no trouble in the end, but everything will come out just as it should, + no matter what obstacles oppose themselves in the course of the action. An + over-ruling Providence, long accustomed to the exigencies of the stage, + could not fail to intervene at the critical moment in behalf of innocence + and virtue, and the spectator never had the least occasion for anxiety. + Not unnaturally there was a black-hearted villain in the piece; so very + black-hearted that he seemed not to have a single good impulse from first + to last. Yet he was, in the keeping of the stage Providence, as harmless + as a blank cartridge, in spite of his deadly aims. He accomplished no more + mischief, in fact, than if all his intents had been of the best; except + for the satisfaction afforded by the edifying spectacle of his defeat and + shame, he need not have been in the play at all; and one might almost have + felt sorry for him, he was so continually baffled. But this was not enough + for the audience, or for that part of it which filled the gallery to the + roof. Perhaps he was such an uncommonly black-hearted villain, so very, + very cold-blooded in his wickedness that the justice unsparingly dealt out + to him by the dramatist could not suffice. At any rate, the gallery took + such a vivid interest in his punishment that it had out the actor who + impersonated the wretch between all the acts, and hissed him throughout + his deliberate passage across the stage before the curtain. The hisses + were not at all for the actor, but altogether for the character. The + performance was fairly good, quite as good as the performance of any + virtuous part in the piece, and easily up to the level of other villanous + performances (I never find much nature in them, perhaps because there is + not much nature in villany itself; that is, villany pure and simple); but + the mere conception of the wickedness this bad man had attempted was too + much for an audience of the average popular goodness. It was only after he + had taken poison, and fallen dead before their eyes, that the spectators + forbore to visit him with a lively proof of their abhorrence; apparently + they did not care to “give him a realizing sense that there was a + punishment after death,” as the man in Lincoln’s story did + with the dead dog. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0077" id="link2H_4_0077"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + The whole affair was very amusing at first, but it has since put me upon + thinking (I like to be put upon thinking; the eighteenth-century essayists + were) that the attitude of the audience towards this deplorable reprobate + is really the attitude of most readers of books, lookers at pictures and + statues, listeners to music, and so on through the whole list of the arts. + It is absolutely different from the artist’s attitude, from the + connoisseur’s attitude; it is quite irreconcilable with their + attitude, and yet I wonder if in the end it is not what the artist works + for. Art is not produced for artists, or even for connoisseurs; it is + produced for the general, who can never view it otherwise than morally, + personally, partially, from their associations and preconceptions. + </p> + <p> + Whether the effect with the general is what the artist works for or not, + he, does not succeed without it. Their brute liking or misliking is the + final test; it is universal suffrage that elects, after all. Only, in some + cases of this sort the polls do not close at four o’clock on the + first Tuesday after the first Monday of November, but remain open forever, + and the voting goes on. Still, even the first day’s canvass is + important, or at least significant. It will not do for the artist to + electioneer, but if he is beaten, he ought to ponder the causes of his + defeat, and question how he has failed to touch the chord of universal + interest. He is in the world to make beauty and truth evident to his + fellowmen, who are as a rule incredibly stupid and ignorant of both, but + whose judgment he must nevertheless not despise. If he can make something + that they will cheer, or something that they will hiss, he may not have + done any great thing, but if he has made something that they will neither + cheer nor hiss, he may well have his misgivings, no matter how well, how + finely, how truly he has done the thing. + </p> + <p> + This is very humiliating, but a tacit snub to one’s artist-pride + such as one gets from public silence is not a bad thing for one. Not long + ago I was talking about pictures with a painter, a very great painter, to + my thinking; one whose pieces give me the same feeling I have from reading + poetry; and I was excusing myself to him with respect to art, and perhaps + putting on a little more modesty than I felt. I said that I could enjoy + pictures only on the literary side, and could get no answer from my soul + to those excellences of handling and execution which seem chiefly to + interest painters. He replied that it was a confession of weakness in a + painter if he appealed merely or mainly to technical knowledge in the + spectator; that he narrowed his field and dwarfed his work by it; and that + if he painted for painters merely, or for the connoisseurs of painting, he + was denying his office, which was to say something clear and appreciable + to all sorts of men in the terms of art. He even insisted that a picture + ought to tell a story. + </p> + <p> + The difficulty in humbling one’s self to this view of art is in the + ease with which one may please the general by art which is no art. Neither + the play nor the playing that I saw at the theatre when the actor was + hissed for the wickedness of the villain he was personating, was at all + fine; and yet I perceived, on reflection, that they had achieved a supreme + effect. If I may be so confidential, I will say that I should be very + sorry to have written that piece; yet I should be very proud if, on the + level I chose and with the quality I cared for, I could invent a villain + that the populace would have out and hiss for his surpassing wickedness. + In other words, I think it a thousand pities whenever an artist gets so + far away from the general, so far within himself or a little circle of + amateurs, that his highest and best work awakens no response in the + multitude. I am afraid this is rather the danger of the arts among us, and + how to escape it is not so very plain. It makes one sick and sorry often + to see how cheaply the applause of the common people is won. It is not an + infallible test of merit, but if it is wanting to any performance, we may + be pretty sure it is not the greatest performance. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0078" id="link2H_4_0078"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + The paradox lies in wait here, as in most other human affairs, to confound + us, and we try to baffle it, in this way and in that. We talk, for + instance, of poetry for poets, and we fondly imagine that this is + different from talking of cookery for cooks. Poetry is not made for poets; + they have enough poetry of their own, but it is made for people who are + not poets. If it does not please these, it may still be poetry, but it is + poetry which has failed of its truest office. It is none the less its + truest office because some very wretched verse seems often to do it. + </p> + <p> + The logic of such a fact is not that the poet should try to achieve this + truest office of his art by means of doggerel, but that he should study + how and where and why the beauty and the truth he has made manifest are + wanting in universal interest, in human appeal. Leaving the drama out of + the question, and the theatre which seems now to be seeking only the favor + of the dull rich, I believe that there never was a time or a race more + open to the impressions of beauty and of truth than ours. The artist who + feels their divine charm, and longs to impart it, has now and here a + chance to impart it more widely than ever artist had in the world before. + Of course, the means of reaching the widest range of humanity are the + simple and the elementary, but there is no telling when the complex and + the recondite may not universally please. 288 + </p> + <p> + The art is to make them plain to every one, for every one has them in him. + Lowell used to say that Shakespeare was subtle, but in letters a foot + high. + </p> + <p> + The painter, sculptor, or author who pleases the polite only has a success + to be proud of as far as it goes, and to be ashamed of that it goes no + further. He need not shrink from giving pleasure to the vulgar because bad + art pleases them. It is part of his reason for being that he should please + them, too; and if he does not it is a proof that he is wanting in force, + however much he abounds in fineness. Who would not wish his picture to + draw a crowd about it? Who would not wish his novel to sell five hundred + thousand copies, for reasons besides the sordid love of gain which I am + told governs novelists? One should not really wish it any the less because + chromos and historical romances are popular. + </p> + <p> + Sometime, I believe, the artist and his public will draw nearer together + in a mutual understanding, though perhaps not in our present conditions. I + put that understanding off till the good time when life shall be more than + living, more even than the question of getting a living; but in the mean + time I think that the artist might very well study the springs of feeling + in others; and if I were a dramatist I think I should quite humbly go to + that play where they hiss the villain for his villany, and inquire how his + wickedness had been made so appreciable, so vital, so personal. Not being + a dramatist, I still cannot indulge the greatest contempt of that play and + its public. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0079" id="link2H_4_0079"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + POLITICS OF AMERICAN AUTHORS + </h2> + <p> + No thornier theme could well be suggested than I was once invited to + consider by an Englishman who wished to know how far American politicians + were scholars, and how far American authors took part in politics. In my + mind I first revolted from the inquiry, and then I cast about, in the + fascination it began to have for me, to see how I might handle it and + prick myself least. In a sort, which it would take too long to set forth, + politics are very intimate matters with us, and if one were to deal quite + frankly with the politics of a contemporary author, one might accuse one’s + self of an unwarrantable personality. So, in what I shall have to say in + answer to the question asked me, I shall seek above all things not to be + quite frank. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0080" id="link2H_4_0080"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + My uncandor need not be so jealously guarded in speaking of authors no + longer living. Not to go too far back among these, it is perfectly safe to + say that when the slavery question began to divide all kinds of men among + us, Lowell, Longfellow, Whittier, Curtis, Emerson, and Bryant more or less + promptly and openly took sides against slavery. Holmes was very much later + in doing so, but he made up for his long delay by his final strenuousness; + as for Hawthorne, he was, perhaps, too essentially a spectator of life to + be classed with either party, though his associations, if not his + sympathies, were with the Northern men who had Southern principles until + the civil war came. After the war, when our political questions ceased to + be moral and emotional and became economic and sociological, literary men + found their standing with greater difficulty. They remained mostly + Republicans, because the Republicans were the anti-slavery party, and were + still waging war against slavery in their nerves. + </p> + <p> + I should say that they also continued very largely the emotional tradition + in politics, and it is doubtful if in the nature of things the politics of + literary men can ever be otherwise than emotional. In fact, though the + questions may no longer be so, the politics of vastly the greater number + of Americans are so. Nothing else would account for the fact that during + the last ten or fifteen years men have remained Republicans and remained + Democrats upon no tangible issues except of office, which could + practically concern only a few hundreds or thousands out of every million + voters. Party fealty is praised as a virtue, and disloyalty to party is + treated as a species of incivism next in wickedness to treason. If any one + were to ask me why then American authors were not active in American + politics, as they once were, I should feel a certain diffidence in + replying that the question of other people’s accession to office + was, however emotional, unimportant to them as compared with literary + questions. I should have the more diffidence because it might be retorted + that literary men were too unpractical for politics when they did not deal + with moral issues. + </p> + <p> + Such a retort would be rather mild and civil, as things go, and might even + be regarded as complimentary. It is not our custom to be tender with any + one who doubts if any actuality is right, or might not be bettered, + especially in public affairs. We are apt to call such a one out of his + name and to punish him for opinions he has never held. This may be a + better reason than either given why authors do not take part in politics + with us. They are a thin-skinned race, fastidious often, and always averse + to hard knocks; they are rather modest, too, and distrust their fitness to + lead, when they have quite a firm faith in their convictions. They + hesitate to urge these in the face of practical politicians, who have a + confidence in their ability to settle all affairs of State not surpassed + even by that of business men in dealing with economic questions. + </p> + <p> + I think it is a pity that our authors do not go into politics at least for + the sake of the material it would yield them; but really they do not. Our + politics are often vulgar, but they are very picturesque; yet, so far, our + fiction has shunned them even more decidedly than it has shunned our good + society—which is not picturesque or apparently anything but a + tiresome adaptation of the sort of drama that goes on abroad under the + same name. In nearly the degree that our authors have dealt with our + politics as material, they have given the practical politicians only too + much reason to doubt their insight and their capacity to understand the + mere machinery, the simplest motives, of political life. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0081" id="link2H_4_0081"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + There are exceptions, of course, and if my promise of reticence did not + withhold me I might name some striking ones. Privately and + unprofessionally, I think our authors take as vivid an interest in public + affairs as any other class of our citizens, and I should be sorry to think + that they took a less intelligent interest. Now and then, but only very + rarely, one of them speaks out, and usually on the unpopular side. In this + event he is spared none of the penalties with which we like to visit + difference of opinion; rather they are accumulated on him. + </p> + <p> + Such things are not serious, and they are such as no serious man need + shrink from, but they have a bearing upon what I am trying to explain, and + in a certain measure they account for a certain attitude in our literary + men. No one likes to have stones, not to say mud, thrown at him, though + they are not meant to hurt him badly and may be partly thrown in joke. But + it is pretty certain that if a man not in politics takes them seriously, + he will have more or less mud, not to say stones, thrown at him. He might + burlesque or caricature them, or misrepresent them, with safety; but if he + spoke of public questions with heart and conscience, he could not do it + with impunity, unless he were authorized to do so by some practical + relation to them. I do not mean that then he would escape; but in this + country, where there were once supposed to be no classes, people are more + strictly classified than in any other. Business to the business man, law + to the lawyer, medicine to the physician, politics to the politician, and + letters to the literary man; that is the rule. One is not expected to + transcend his function, and commonly one does not. We keep each to his + last, as if there were not human interests, civic interests, which had a + higher claim than the last upon our thinking and feeling. The tendency has + grown upon us severally and collectively through the long persistence of + our prosperity; if public affairs were going ill, private affairs were + going so well that we did not mind the others; and we Americans are, I + think, meridional in our improvidence. We are so essentially of to-day + that we behave as if to-morrow no more concerned us than yesterday. We + have taught ourselves to believe that it will all come out right in the + end so long that we have come to act upon our belief; we are optimistic + fatalists. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0082" id="link2H_4_0082"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + The turn which our politics have taken towards economics, if I may so + phrase the rise of the questions of labor and capital, has not largely + attracted literary men. It is doubtful whether Edward Bellamy himself, + whose fancy of better conditions has become the abiding faith of vast + numbers of Americans, supposed that he was entering the field of practical + politics, or dreamed of influencing elections by his hopes of economic + equality. But he virtually founded the Populist party, which, as the vital + principle of the Democratic party, came so near electing its candidate for + the Presidency some years ago; and he is to be named first among our + authors who have dealt with politics on their more human side since the + days of the old antislavery agitation. Without too great disregard of the + reticence concerning the living which I promised myself, I may mention Dr. + Edward Everett Hale and Colonel Thomas Wentworth Higginson as prominent + authors who encouraged the Nationalist movement eventuating in Populism, + though they were never Populists. It may be interesting to note that Dr. + Hale and Colonel Higginson, who later came together in their sociological + sympathies, were divided by the schism of 1884, when the first remained + with the Republicans and the last went off to the Democrats. More + remotely, Colonel Higginson was anti slavery almost to the point of + Abolitionism, and he led a negro regiment in the war. Dr. Hale was of + those who were less radically opposed to slavery before the war, but + hardly so after it came. Since the war a sort of refluence of the old + anti-slavery politics carried from his moorings in Southern tradition Mr. + George W. Cable, who, against the white sentiment of his section, sided + with the former slaves, and would, if the indignant renunciation of his + fellow-Southerners could avail, have consequently ceased to be the first + of Southern authors, though he would still have continued the author of at + least one of the greatest American novels. + </p> + <p> + If I must burn my ships behind me in alleging these modern instances, as I + seem really to be doing, I may mention Mr. R. W. Gilder, the poet, as an + author who has taken part in the politics of municipal reform, Mr. Hamlin + Garland has been known from the first as a zealous George man, or + single-taxer. Mr. John Hay, Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, and Mr. Henry Cabot + Lodge are Republican politicians, as well as recognized literary men. Mr. + Joel Chandler Harris, when not writing Uncle Remus, writes political + articles in a leading Southern journal. Mark Twain is a leading + anti-imperialist. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0083" id="link2H_4_0083"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + I am not sure whether I have made out a case for our authors or against + them; perhaps I have not done so badly; but I have certainly not tried to + be exhaustive; the exhaustion is so apt to extend from the subject to the + reader, and I wish to leave him in a condition to judge for himself + whether American literary men take part in American politics or not. I + think they bear their share, in the quieter sort of way which we hope (it + may be too fondly) is the American way. They are none of them politicians + in the Latin sort. Few, if any, of our statesmen have come forward with + small volumes of verse in their hands as they used to do in Spain; none of + our poets or historians have been chosen Presidents of the republic as has + happened to their French confreres; no great novelist of ours has been + exiled as Victor Hugo was, or atrociously mishandled as Zola has been, + though I have no doubt that if, for instance, one had once said the + Spanish war wrong he would be pretty generally ‘conspue’. They + have none of them reached the heights of political power, as several + English authors have done; but they have often been ambassadors, + ministers, and consuls, though they may not often have been appointed for + political reasons. I fancy they discharge their duties in voting rather + faithfully, though they do not often take part in caucuses or conventions. + </p> + <p> + As for the other half of the question—how far American politicians + are scholars—one’s first impulse would be to say that they + never were so. But I have always had an heretical belief that there were + snakes in Ireland; and it may be some such disposition to question + authority that keeps me from yielding to this impulse. The law of demand + and supply alone ought to have settled the question in favor of the + presence of the scholar in our politics, there has been such a cry for him + among us for almost a generation past. Perhaps the response has not been + very direct, but I imagine that our politicians have never been quite so + destitute of scholarship as they would sometimes make appear. I do not + think so many of them now write a good style, or speak a good style, as + the politicians of forty, or fifty, or sixty years ago; but this may be + merely part of the impression of the general worsening of things, familiar + after middle life to every one’s experience, from the beginning of + recorded time. If something not so literary is meant by scholarship, if a + study of finance, of economics, of international affairs is in question, + it seems to go on rather more to their own satisfaction than that of their + critics. But without being always very proud of the result, and without + professing to know the facts very profoundly, one may still suspect that + under an outside by no means academic there is a process of thinking in + our statesmen which is not so loose, not so unscientific, and not even so + unscholarly as it might be supposed. It is not the effect of specific + training, and yet it is the effect of training. I do not find that the + matters dealt with are anywhere in the world intrusted to experts; and in + this sense scholarship has not been called to the aid of our legislation + or administration; but still I should not like to say that none of our + politicians were scholars. That would be offensive, and it might not be + true. In fact, I can think of several whom I should be tempted to call + scholars if I were not just here recalled to a sense of my purpose not to + deal quite frankly with this inquiry. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0084" id="link2H_4_0084"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + STORAGE + </h2> + <p> + It has been the belief of certain kindly philosophers that if the one half + of mankind knew how the other half lived, the two halves might be brought + together in a family affection not now so observable in human relations. + Probably if this knowledge were perfect, there would still be things, to + bar the perfect brotherhood; and yet the knowledge itself is so + interesting, if not so salutary as it has been imagined, that one can + hardly refuse to impart it if one has it, and can reasonably hope, in the + advantage of the ignorant, to find one’s excuse with the better + informed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0085" id="link2H_4_0085"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + City and country are still so widely apart in every civilization that one + can safely count upon a reciprocal strangeness in many every-day things. + For instance, in the country, when people break up house-keeping, they + sell their household goods and gods, as they did in cities fifty or a + hundred years ago; but now in cities they simply store them; and vast + warehouses in all the principal towns have been devoted to their storage. + The warehouses are of all types, from dusty lofts over stores, and + ammoniacal lofts over stables, to buildings offering acres of space, and + carefully planned for the purpose. They are more or less fire-proof, + slow-burning, or briskly combustible, like the dwellings they have + devastated. But the modern tendency is to a type where flames do not + destroy, nor moth corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal. Such a + warehouse is a city in itself, laid out in streets and avenues, with the + private tenements on either hand duly numbered, and accessible only to the + tenants or their order. The aisles are concreted, the doors are iron, and + the roofs are ceiled with iron; the whole place is heated by steam and + lighted by electricity. Behind the iron doors, which in the New York + warehouses must number hundreds of thousands, and throughout all our other + cities, millions, the furniture of a myriad households is stored—the + effects of people who have gone to Europe, or broken up house-keeping + provisionally or definitively, or have died, or been divorced. They are + the dead bones of homes, or their ghosts, or their yet living bodies held + in hypnotic trances; destined again in some future time to animate some + house or flat anew. In certain cases the spell lasts for many years, in + others for a few, and in others yet it prolongs itself indefinitely. + </p> + <p> + I may mention the case of one owner whom I saw visiting the warehouse to + take out the household stuff that had lain there a long fifteen years. He + had been all that while in Europe, expecting any day to come home and + begin life again, in his own land. That dream had passed, and now he was + taking his stuff out of storage and shipping it to Italy. I did not envy + him his feelings as the parts of his long-dead past rose round him in + formless resurrection. It was not that they were all broken or defaced. On + the contrary, they were in a state of preservation far more heartbreaking + than any decay. In well-managed storage warehouses the things are handled + with scrupulous care, and they are so packed into the appointed rooms that + if not disturbed they could suffer little harm in fifteen or fifty years. + The places are wonderfully well kept, and if you will visit them, say in + midwinter, after the fall influx of furniture has all been hidden away + behind the iron doors of the several cells, you shall find their + far-branching corridors scrupulously swept and dusted, and shall walk up + and down their concrete length with some such sense of secure finality as + you would experience in pacing the aisle of your family vault. + </p> + <p> + That is what it comes to. One may feign that these storage warehouses are + cities, but they are really cemeteries: sad columbaria on whose shelves + are stowed exanimate things once so intimately of their owners’ + lives that it is with the sense of looking at pieces and bits of one’s + dead self that one revisits them. If one takes the fragments out to fit + them to new circumstance, one finds them not only uncomformable and + incapable, but so volubly confidential of the associations in which they + are steeped, that one wishes to hurry them back to their cell and lock it + upon them forever. One feels then that the old way was far better, and + that if the things had been auctioned off, and scattered up and down, as + chance willed, to serve new uses with people who wanted them enough to pay + for them even a tithe of their cost, it would have been wiser. Failing + this, a fire seems the only thing for them, and their removal to the + cheaper custody of a combustible or slow-burning warehouse the best + recourse. Desperate people, aging husbands and wives, who have attempted + the reconstruction of their homes with these + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Portions and parcels of the dreadful past” + </pre> + <p> + have been known to wish for an earthquake, even, that would involve their + belongings in an indiscriminate ruin. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0086" id="link2H_4_0086"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + In fact, each new start in life should be made with material new to you, + if comfort is to attend the enterprise. It is not only sorrowful but it is + futile to store your possessions, if you hope to find the old happiness in + taking them out and using them again. It is not that they will not go into + place, after a fashion, and perform their old office, but that the pang + they will inflict through the suggestion of the other places where they + served their purpose in other years will be only the keener for the + perfection with which they do it now. If they cannot be sold, and if no + fire comes down from heaven to consume them, then they had better be + stored with no thought of ever taking them out again. + </p> + <p> + That will be expensive, or it will be inexpensive, according to the sort + of storage they are put into. The inexperienced in such matters may be + surprised, and if they have hearts they may be grieved, to learn that the + fire-proof storage of the furniture of the average house would equal the + rent of a very comfortable domicile in a small town, or a farm by which a + family’s living can be earned, with a decent dwelling in which it + can be sheltered. Yet the space required is not very great; three + fair-sized rooms will hold everything; and there is sometimes a fierce + satisfaction in seeing how closely the things that once stood largely + about, and seemed to fill ample parlors and chambers, can be packed away. + To be sure they are not in their familiar attitudes; they lie on their + sides or backs, or stand upon their heads; between the legs of library or + dining tables are stuffed all kinds of minor movables, with cushions, + pillows, pictures, cunningly adjusted to the environment; and mattresses + pad the walls, or interpose their soft bulk between pieces of furniture + that would otherwise rend each other. Carpets sewn in cotton against + moths, and rugs in long rolls; the piano hovering under its ample frame a + whole brood of helpless little guitars, mandolins, and banjos, and + supporting on its broad back a bulk of lighter cases to the fire-proof + ceiling of the cell; paintings in boxes indistinguishable outwardly from + their companioning mirrors; barrels of china and kitchen utensils, and all + the what-not of householding and house-keeping contribute to the + repletion. + </p> + <p> + There is a science observed in the arrangement of the various effects; + against the rear wall and packed along the floor, and then in front of and + on top of these, is built a superstructure of the things that may be first + wanted, in case of removal, or oftenest wanted in some exigency of the + homeless life of the owners, pending removal. The lightest and slightest + articles float loosely about the door, or are interwoven in a kind of + fabric just within, and curtaining the ponderous mass behind. The effect + is not so artistic as the mortuary mosaics which the Roman Capuchins + design with the bones of their dead brethren in the crypt of their church, + but the warehousemen no doubt have their just pride in it, and feel an + artistic pang in its provisional or final disturbance. + </p> + <p> + It had better never be disturbed, for it is disturbed only in some futile + dream of returning to the past; and we never can return to the past on the + old terms. It is well in all things to accept life implicitly, and when an + end has come to treat it as the end, and not vainly mock it as a suspense + of function. When the poor break up their homes, with no immediate hope of + founding others, they must sell their belongings because they cannot + afford to pay storage on them. The rich or richer store their household + effects, and cheat themselves with the illusion that they are going some + time to rehabilitate with them just such a home as they have dismantled. + But the illusion probably deceives nobody so little as those who cherish + the vain hope. As long as they cherish it, however—and they must + cherish it till their furniture or themselves fall to dust—they + cannot begin life anew, as the poor do who have kept nothing of the sort + to link them to the past. This is one of the disabilities of the + prosperous, who will probably not be relieved of it till some means of + storing the owner as well as the’ furniture is invented. In the + immense range of modern ingenuity, this is perhaps not impossible. Why + not, while we are still in life, some sweet oblivious antidote which shall + drug us against memory, and after time shall elapse for the reconstruction + of a new home in place of the old, shall repossess us of ourselves as + unchanged as the things with which we shall again array it? Here is a + pretty idea for some dreamer to spin into the filmy fabric of a romance, + and I handsomely make a present of it to the first comer. If the dreamer + is of the right quality he will know how to make the reader feel that with + the universal longing to return to former conditions or circumstances it + must always be a mistake to do so, and he will subtly insinuate the + disappointment and discomfort of the stored personality in resuming its + old relations. With that just mixture of the comic and pathetic which we + desire in romance, he will teach convincingly that a stored personality is + to be desired only if it is permanently stored, with the implication of a + like finality in the storage of its belongings. + </p> + <p> + Save in some signal exception, a thing taken out of storage cannot be + established in its former function without a sense of its comparative + inadequacy. It stands in the old place, it serves the old use, and yet a + new thing would be better; it would even in some subtle wise be more + appropriate, if I may indulge so audacious a paradox; for the time is new, + and so will be all the subconscious keeping in which our lives are mainly + passed. We are supposed to have associations with the old things which + render them precious, but do not the associations rather render them + painful? If that is true of the inanimate things, how much truer it is of + those personalities which once environed and furnished our lives! Take the + article of old friends, for instance: has it ever happened to the reader + to witness the encounter of old friends after the lapse of years? Such a + meeting is conventionally imagined to be full of tender joy, a rapture + that vents itself in manly tears, perhaps, and certainly in womanly tears. + But really is it any such emotion? Honestly is not it a cruel + embarrassment, which all the hypocritical pretences cannot hide? The old + friends smile and laugh, and babble incoherently at one another, but are + they genuinely glad? Is not each wishing the other at that end of the + earth from which he came? Have they any use for each other such as people + of unbroken associations have? + </p> + <p> + I have lately been privy to the reunion of two old comrades who are bound + together more closely than most men in a community of interests, + occupations, and ideals. During a long separation they had kept account of + each other’s opinions as well as experiences; they had exchanged + letters, from time to time, in which they opened their minds fully to each + other, and found themselves constantly in accord. When they met they made + a great shouting, and each pretended that he found the other just what he + used to be. They talked a long, long time, fighting the invisible enemy + which they felt between them. The enemy was habit, the habit of other + minds and hearts, the daily use of persons and things which in their + separation they had not had in common. When the old friends parted they + promised to meet every day, and now, since their lines had been cast in + the same places again, to repair the ravage of the envious years, and + become again to each other all that they had ever been. But though they + live in the same town, and often dine at the same table, and belong to the + same club, yet they have not grown together again. They have grown more + and more apart, and are uneasy in each other’s presence, tacitly + self-reproachful for the same effect which neither of them could avert or + repair. They had been respectively in storage, and each, in taking the + other out, has experienced in him the unfitness which grows upon the + things put away for a time and reinstated in a former function. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0087" id="link2H_4_0087"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + I have not touched upon these facts of life, without the purpose of + finding some way out of the coil. There seems none better than the counsel + of keeping one’s face set well forward, and one’s eyes fixed + steadfastly upon the future. This is the hint we will get from nature if + we will heed her, and note how she never recurs, never stores or takes out + of storage. Fancy rehabilitating one’s first love: how nature would + mock at that! We cannot go back and be the men and women we were, any more + than we can go back and be children. As we grow older, each year’s + change in us is more chasmal and complete. There is no elixir whose magic + will recover us to ourselves as we were last year; but perhaps we shall + return to ourselves more and more in the times, or the eternity, to come. + Some instinct or inspiration implies the promise of this, but only on + condition that we shall not cling to the life that has been ours, and + hoard its mummified image in our hearts. We must not seek to store + ourselves, but must part with what we were for the use and behoof of + others, as the poor part with their worldly gear when they move from one + place to another. It is a curious and significant property of our outworn + characteristics that, like our old furniture, they will serve admirably in + the life of some other, and that this other can profitably make them his + when we can no longer keep them ours, or ever hope to resume them. They + not only go down to successive generations, but they spread beyond our + lineages, and serve the turn of those whom we never knew to be within the + circle of our influence. + </p> + <p> + Civilization imparts itself by some such means, and the lower classes are + clothed in the cast conduct of the upper, which if it had been stored + would have left the inferiors rude and barbarous. We have only to think + how socially naked most of us would be if we had not had the beautiful + manners of our exclusive society to put on at each change of fashion when + it dropped them. + </p> + <p> + All earthly and material things should be worn out with use, and not + preserved against decay by any unnatural artifice. Even when broken and + disabled from overuse they have a kind of respectability which must + commend itself to the observer, and which partakes of the pensive grace of + ruin. An old table with one leg gone, and slowly lapsing to decay in the + woodshed, is the emblem of a fitter order than the same table, with all + its legs intact, stored with the rest of the furniture from a broken home. + Spinning-wheels gathering dust in the garret of a house that is itself + falling to pieces have a dignity that deserts them when they are dragged + from their refuge, and furbished up with ribbons and a tuft of fresh tow, + and made to serve the hollow occasions of bric-a-brac, as they were a few + years ago. A pitcher broken at the fountain, or a battered kettle on a + rubbish heap, is a venerable object, but not crockery and copper-ware + stored in the possibility of future need. However carefully handed down + from one generation to another, the old objects have a forlorn incongruity + in their successive surroundings which appeals to the compassion rather + than the veneration of the witness. + </p> + <p> + It was from a truth deeply mystical that Hawthorne declared against any + sort of permanence in the dwellings of men, and held that each generation + should newly house itself. He preferred the perishability of the wooden + American house to the durability of the piles of brick or stone which in + Europe affected him as with some moral miasm from the succession of sires + and sons and grandsons that had died out of them. But even of such + structures as these it is impressive how little the earth makes with the + passage of time. Where once a great city of them stood, you shall find a + few tottering walls, scarcely more mindful of the past than “the + cellar and the well” which Holmes marked as the ultimate monuments, + the last witnesses, to the existence of our more transitory habitations. + It is the law of the patient sun that everything under it shall decay, and + if by reason of some swift calamity, some fiery cataclysm, the perishable + shall be overtaken by a fate that fixes it in unwasting arrest, it cannot + be felt that the law has been set aside in the interest of men’s + happiness or cheerfulness. Neither Pompeii nor Herculaneum invites the + gayety of the spectator, who as he walks their disinterred thoroughfares + has the weird sense of taking a former civilization out of storage, and + the ache of finding it wholly unadapted to the actual world. As far as his + comfort is concerned, it had been far better that those cities had not + been stored, but had fallen to the ruin that has overtaken all their + contemporaries. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0088" id="link2H_4_0088"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV + </h2> + <p> + No, good friend, sir or madam, as the case may be, but most likely madam: + if you are about to break up your household for any indefinite period, and + are not so poor that you need sell your things, be warned against putting + them in storage, unless of the most briskly combustible type. Better, far + better, give them away, and disperse them by that means to a continuous + use that shall end in using them up; or if no one will take them, then + hire a vacant lot, somewhere, and devote them to the flames. By that means + you shall bear witness against a custom that insults the order of nature, + and crowds the cities with the cemeteries of dead homes, where there is + scarcely space for the living homes. Do not vainly fancy that you shall + take your stuff out of storage and find it adapted to the ends that it + served before it was put in. You will not be the same, or have the same + needs or desire, when you take it out, and the new place which you shall + hope to equip with it will receive it with cold reluctance, or openly + refuse it, insisting upon forms and dimensions that render it ridiculous + or impossible. The law is that nothing taken out of storage is the same as + it was when put in, and this law, hieroglyphed in those rude ‘graffiti’ + apparently inscribed by accident in the process of removal, has only such + exceptions as prove the rule. + </p> + <p> + The world to which it has returned is not the same, and that makes all the + difference. Yet, truth and beauty do not change, however the moods and + fashions change. The ideals remain, and these alone you can go back to, + secure of finding them the same, to-day and to-morrow, that they were + yesterday. This perhaps is because they have never been in storage, but in + constant use, while the moods and fashions have been put away and taken + out a thousand times. Most people have never had ideals, but only moods + and fashions, but such people, least of all, are fitted to find in them + that pleasure of the rococo which consoles the idealist when the old moods + and fashions reappear. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0089" id="link2H_4_0089"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + “FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER ON THE O-HI-O” + </h2> + <p> + There was not much promise of pleasure in the sodden afternoon of a + mid-March day at Pittsburg, where the smoke of a thousand foundry chimneys + gave up trying to rise through the thick, soft air, and fell with the + constant rain which it dyed its own black. But early memories stirred + joyfully in the two travellers in whose consciousness I was making my + tour, at sight of the familiar stern-wheel steamboat lying beside the + wharf boat at the foot of the dilapidated levee, and doing its best to + represent the hundreds of steamboats that used to lie there in the old + days. It had the help of three others in its generous effort, and the + levee itself made a gallant pretence of being crowded with freight, and + succeeded in displaying several saturated piles of barrels and + agricultural implements on the irregular pavement whose wheel-worn stones, + in long stretches, were sunken out of sight in their parent mud. The boats + and the levee were jointly quite equal to the demand made upon them by the + light-hearted youngsters of sixty-five and seventy, who were setting out + on their journey in fulfilment of a long-cherished dream, and for whom + much less freight and much fewer boats would have rehabilitated the past. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0090" id="link2H_4_0090"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> + <p> + When they mounted the broad stairway, tidily strewn with straw to save it + from the mud of careless boots, and entered the long saloon of the + steamboat, the promise of their fancy was more than made good for them. + From the clerk’s office, where they eagerly paid their fare, the + saloon stretched two hundred feet by thirty away to the stern, a cavernous + splendor of white paint and gilding, starred with electric bulbs, and + fenced at the stern with wide windows of painted glass. Midway between the + great stove in the bow where the men were herded, and the great stove at + the stern where the women kept themselves in the seclusion which the + tradition of Western river travel still guards, after well-nigh a hundred + years, they were given ample state-rooms, whose appointments so exactly + duplicated those they remembered from far-off days that they could have + believed themselves awakened from a dream of insubstantial time, with the + events in which it had seemed to lapse, mere feints of experience. When + they sat down at the supper-table and were served with the sort of belated + steamboat dinner which it recalled as vividly, the kind, sooty faces and + snowy aprons of those who served them were so quite those of other days + that they decided all repasts since were mere Barmecide feasts, and made + up for the long fraud practised upon them with the appetites of the year + 1850. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0091" id="link2H_4_0091"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> + <p> + A rigider sincerity than shall be practised here might own that the table + of the good steamboat ‘Avonek’ left something to be desired, + if tested by more sophisticated cuisines, but in the article of corn-bread + it was of an inapproachable preeminence. This bread was made of the white + corn which North knows not, nor the hapless East; and the buckwheat cakes + at breakfast were without blame, and there was a simple variety in the + abundance which ought to have satisfied if it did not flatter the choice. + The only thing that seemed strangely, that seemed sadly, anomalous in a + land flowing with ham and bacon was that the ‘Avonek’ had not + imagined providing either for the guests, no one of whom could have had a + religious scruple against them. + </p> + <p> + The thing, indeed, which was first and last conspicuous in the passengers, + was their perfectly American race and character. At the start, when with + an acceptable observance of Western steamboat tradition the ‘Avonek’ + left her wharf eight hours behind her appointed time, there were very few + passengers; but they began to come aboard at the little towns of both + shores as she swam southward and westward, till all the tables were so + full that, in observance of another Western steamboat tradition; one did + well to stand guard over his chair lest some other who liked it should + seize it earlier. The passengers were of every age and condition, except + perhaps the highest condition, and they seemed none the worse for being + more like Americans of the middle of the last century than of the + beginning of this. Their fashions were of an approximation to those of the + present, but did not scrupulously study detail; their manners were those + of simpler if not sincerer days. + </p> + <p> + The women kept to themselves at their end of the saloon, aloof from the + study of any but their husbands or kindred, but the men were everywhere + else about, and open to observation. They were not so open to + conversation, for your mid-Westerner is not a facile, though not an + unwilling, talker. They sat by their tall, cast-iron stove (of the oval + pattern unvaried since the earliest stove of the region), and silently + ruminated their tobacco and spat into the clustering, cuspidors at their + feet. They would always answer civilly if questioned, and oftenest + intelligently, but they asked nothing in return, and they seemed to have + none of that curiosity once known or imagined in them by Dickens and other + averse aliens. They had mostly faces of resolute power, and such a looking + of knowing exactly what they wanted as would not have promised well for + any collectively or individually opposing them. If ever the sense of human + equality has expressed itself in the human countenance it speaks + unmistakably from American faces like theirs. + </p> + <p> + They were neither handsome nor unhandsome; but for a few striking + exceptions, they had been impartially treated by nature; and where they + were notably plain their look of force made up for their lack of beauty. + They were notably handsomest in a tall young fellow of a lean face, + absolute Greek in profile, amply thwarted with a branching mustache, and + slender of figure, on whom his clothes, lustrous from much sitting down + and leaning up, grew like the bark on a tree, and who moved slowly and + gently about, and spoke with a low, kind voice. In his young comeliness he + was like a god, as the gods were fancied in the elder world: a chewing and + a spitting god, indeed, but divine in his passionless calm. + </p> + <p> + He was a serious divinity, and so were all the mid-Western human-beings + about him. One heard no joking either of the dapper or cockney sort of + cities, or the quaint graphic phrasing of Eastern country folk; and it may + have been not far enough West for the true Western humor. At any rate, + when they were not silent these men still were serious. + </p> + <p> + The women were apparently serious, too, and where they were associated + with the men were, if they were not really subject, strictly abeyant, in + the spectator’s eye. The average of them was certainly not above the + American woman’s average in good looks, though one young mother of + six children, well grown save for the baby in her arms, was of the type + some masters loved to paint, with eyes set wide under low arched brows. + She had the placid dignity and the air of motherly goodness which goes + fitly with such beauty, and the sight of her was such as to disperse many + of the misgivings that beset the beholder who looketh upon the woman when + she is New. As she seemed, so any man might wish to remember his mother + seeming. + </p> + <p> + All these river folk, who came from the farms and villages along the + stream, and never from the great towns or cities, were well mannered, if + quiet manners are good; and though the men nearly all chewed tobacco and + spat between meals, at the table they were of an exemplary behavior. The + use of the fork appeared strange to them, and they handled it strenuously + rather than agilely, yet they never used their knives shovel-wise, however + they planted their forks like daggers in the steak: the steak deserved no + gentler usage, indeed. They were usually young, and they were constantly + changing, bent upon short journeys between the shore villages; they were + mostly farm youth, apparently, though some were said to be going to find + work at the great potteries up the river for wages fabulous to + home-keeping experience. + </p> + <p> + One personality which greatly took the liking of one of our tourists was a + Kentucky mountaineer who, after three years’ exile in a West + Virginia oil town, was gladly returning to the home for which he and all + his brood-of large and little comely, red-haired boys and girls-had never + ceased to pine. His eagerness to get back was more than touching; it was + awing; for it was founded on a sort of mediaeval patriotism that could own + no excellence beyond the borders of the natal region. He had prospered at + high wages in his trade at that oil town, and his wife and children had + managed a hired farm so well as to pay all the family expenses from it, + but he was gladly leaving opportunity behind, that he might return to a + land where, if you were passing a house at meal-time, they came out and + made you come in and eat. “When you eat where I’ve been living + you pay fifty cents,” he explained. “And are you taking all + your household stuff with you?” “Only the cook-stove. Well, I’ll + tell you: we made the other things ourselves; made them out of plank, and + they were not worth-moving.” Here was the backwoods surviving into + the day of Trusts; and yet we talk of a world drifted hopelessly far from + the old ideals! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0092" id="link2H_4_0092"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> + <p> + The new ideals, the ideals of a pitiless industrialism, were sufficiently + expressed along the busy shores, where the innumerable derricks of + oil-wells silhouetted their gibbet shapes against the horizon, and the + myriad chimneys of the foundries sent up the smoke of their torment into + the quiet skies and flamed upon the forehead of the evening like baleful + suns. But why should I be so violent of phrase against these guiltless + means of millionairing? There must be iron and coal as well as wheat and + corn in the world, and without their combination we cannot have bread. If + the combination is in the form of a trust, such as has laid its giant + clutch upon all those warring industries beside the Ohio and swept them + into one great monopoly, why, it has still to show that it is worse than + competition; that it is not, indeed, merely the first blind stirrings of + the universal cooperation of which the dreamers of ideal commonwealths + have always had the vision. + </p> + <p> + The derricks and the chimneys, when one saw them, seem to have all the + land to themselves; but this was an appearance only, terrifying in its + strenuousness, but not, after all, the prevalent aspect. That was rather + of farm, farms, and evermore farms, lying along the rich levels of the + stream, and climbing as far up its beautiful hills as the plough could + drive. In the spring and in the Mall, when it is suddenly swollen by the + earlier and the later rains, the river scales its banks and swims over + those levels to the feet of those hills, and when it recedes it leaves the + cornfields enriched for the crop that, has never failed since the forests + were first cut from the land. Other fertilizing the fields have never had + any, but they teem as if the guano islands had been emptied into their + laps. They feel themselves so rich that they part with great lengths and + breadths of their soil to the river, which is not good for the river, and + is not well for the fields; so that the farmers, whose ease learns slowly, + are beginning more and more to fence their borders with the young willows + which form a hedge in the shallow wash such a great part of the way up and + down the Ohio. Elms and maples wade in among the willows, and in time the + river will be denied the indigestion which it confesses in shoals and bars + at low water, and in a difficulty of channel at all stages. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the fields flourish in spite of their unwise largesse to the + stream, whose shores the comfortable farmsteads keep so constantly that + they are never out of sight. Most commonly they are of brick, but + sometimes of painted wood, and they are set on little eminences high + enough to save them from the freshets, but always so near the river that + they cannot fail of its passing life. Usually a group of planted + evergreens half hides the house from the boat, but its inmates will not + lose any detail of the show, and come down to the gate of the paling fence + to watch the ‘Avonek’ float by: motionless men and women, who + lean upon the supporting barrier, and rapt children who hold by their + skirts and hands. There is not the eager New England neatness about these + homes; now and then they have rather a sloven air, which does not discord + with their air of comfort; and very, very rarely they stagger drunkenly in + a ruinous neglect. Except where a log cabin has hardily survived the + pioneer period, the houses are nearly all of one pattern; their facades + front the river, and low chimneys point either gable, where a half-story + forms the attic of the two stories below. Gardens of pot-herbs flank them, + and behind cluster the corn-cribs, and the barns and stables stretch into + the fields that stretch out to the hills, now scantily wooded, but ever + lovely in the lines that change with the steamer’s course. + </p> + <p> + Except in the immediate suburbs of the large towns, there is no ambition + beyond that of rustic comfort in the buildings on the shore. There is no + such thing, apparently, as a summer cottage, with its mock humility of + name, up or down the whole tortuous length of the Ohio. As yet the land is + not openly depraved by shows of wealth; those who amass it either keep it + to themselves or come away to spend it in European travel, or pause to + waste it unrecognized on the ungrateful Atlantic seaboard. The only + distinctions that are marked are between the homes of honest industry + above the banks and the homes below them of the leisure, which it is hoped + is not dishonest. But, honest or dishonest, it is there apparently to stay + in the house-boats which line the shores by thousands, and repeat on + Occidental terms in our new land the river-life of old and far Cathay. + </p> + <p> + They formed the only feature of their travel which our tourists found + absolutely novel; they could clearly or dimly recall from the past every + other feature but the houseboats, which they instantly and gladly + naturalized to their memories of it. The houses had in common the form of + a freight-car set in a flat-bottomed boat; the car would be shorter or + longer, with one, or two, or three windows in its sides, and a section of + stovepipe softly smoking from its roof. The windows might be curtained or + they might be bare, but apparently there was no other distinction among + the houseboat dwellers, whose sluggish craft lay moored among the willows, + or tied to an elm or a maple, or even made fast to a stake on shore. There + were cases in which they had not followed the fall of the river promptly + enough, and lay slanted on the beach, or propped up to a more habitable + level on its slope; in a sole, sad instance, the house had gone down with + the boat and lay wallowing in the wash of the flood. But they all gave + evidence of a tranquil and unhurried life which the soul of the beholder + envied within him, whether it manifested itself in the lord of the + house-boat fishing from its bow, or the lady coming to cleanse some + household utensil at its stern. Infrequently a group of the house- boat + dwellers seemed to be drawing a net, and in one high event they exhibited + a good-sized fish of their capture, but nothing so strenuous characterized + their attitude on any other occasion. The accepted theory of them was that + they did by day as nearly nothing as men could do and live, and that by + night their forays on the bordering farms supplied the simple needs of + people who desired neither to toil nor to spin, but only to emulate + Solomon in his glory with the least possible exertion. The joyful witness + of their ease would willingly have sacrificed to them any amount of the + facile industrial or agricultural prosperity about them and left them + slumberously afloat, unmolested by dreams of landlord or tax- gatherer. + Their existence for the fleeting time seemed the true interpretation of + the sage’s philosophy, the fulfilment of the poet’s + aspiration. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Why should we only toil, that are the roof and crown of things.” + </pre> + <p> + How did they pass their illimitable leisure, when they rested from the + fishing-net by day and the chicken-coop by night? Did they read the new + historical fictions aloud to one another? Did some of them even meditate + the thankless muse and not mind her ingratitude? Perhaps the ladies of the + house-boats, when they found themselves—as they often did—in + companies of four or five, had each other in to “evenings,” at + which one of them read a paper on some artistic or literary topic. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0093" id="link2H_4_0093"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> + <p> + The trader’s boat, of an elder and more authentic tradition, + sometimes shouldered the house-boats away from a village landing, but it, + too, was a peaceful home, where the family life visibly went hand-in-hand + with commerce. When the trader has supplied all the wants and wishes of a + neighborhood, he unmoors his craft and drops down the river’s tide + to where it meets the ocean’s tide in the farthermost Mississippi, + and there either sells out both his boat and his stock, or hitches his + home to some returning steamboat, and climbs slowly, with many pauses, + back to the upper Ohio. But his home is not so interesting as that of the + houseboatman, nor so picturesque as that of the raftsman, whose floor of + logs rocks flexibly under his shanty, but securely rides the current. As + the pilots said, a steamboat never tries to hurt a raft of logs, which is + adapted to dangerous retaliation; and by night it always gives a wide + berth to the lantern tilting above the raft from a swaying pole. By day + the raft forms one of the pleasantest aspects of the river-life, with its + convoy of skiffs always searching the stream or shore for logs which have + broken from it, and which the skiffmen recognize by distinctive brands or + stamps. Here and there the logs lie in long ranks upon the shelving + beaches, mixed with the drift of trees and fence-rails, and frames of + corn-cribs and hencoops, and even house walls, which the freshets have + brought down and left stranded. The tops of the little willows are tufted + gayly with hay and rags, and other spoil of the flood; and in one place a + disordered mattress was lodged high among the boughs of a water- maple, + where it would form building material for countless generations of birds. + The fat cornfields were often littered with a varied wreckage which the + farmers must soon heap together and burn, to be rid of it, and everywhere + were proofs of the river’s power to devastate as well as enrich its + shores. The dwellers there had no power against it, in its moments of + insensate rage, and the land no protection from its encroachments except + in the simple device of the willow hedges, which, if planted, sometimes + refused to grow, but often came of themselves and kept the torrent from + the loose, unfathomable soil of the banks, otherwise crumbling helplessly + into it. + </p> + <p> + The rafts were very well, and the house-boats and the traders’ + boats, but the most majestic feature of the riverlife was the tow of + coal-barges which, going or coming, the ‘Avonek’ met every few + miles. Whether going or coming they were pushed, not pulled, by the + powerful steamer which gathered them in tens and twenties before her, and + rode the mid-current with them, when they were full, or kept the slower + water near shore when they were empty. They claimed the river where they + passed, and the Avonek’ bowed to an unwritten law in giving them the + full right of way, from the time when their low bulk first rose in sight, + with the chimneys of their steamer towering above them and her gay + contours gradually making themselves seen, till she receded from the + encounter, with the wheel at her stern pouring a cataract of yellow water + from its blades. It was insurpassably picturesque always, and not the + tapering masts or the swelling sails of any sea-going craft could match + it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0094" id="link2H_4_0094"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> + <p> + So at least the travellers thought who were here revisiting the earliest + scenes of childhood, and who perhaps found them unduly endeared. They + perused them mostly from an easy seat at the bow of the hurricane-deck, + and, whenever the weather favored them, spent the idle time in selecting + shelters for their declining years among the farmsteads that offered + themselves to their choice up and down the shores. The weather commonly + favored them, and there was at least one whole day on the lower river when + the weather was divinely flattering. The soft, dull air lulled their + nerves while it buffeted their faces, and the sun, that looked through + veils of mist and smoke, gently warmed their aging frames and found itself + again in their hearts. Perhaps it was there that the water- elms and + watermaples chiefly budded, and the red-birds sang, and the drifting + flocks of blackbirds called and clattered; but surely these also spread + their gray and pink against the sky and filled it with their voices. There + were meadow-larks and robins without as well as within, and it was no + subjective plough that turned the earliest furrows in those opulent + fields. + </p> + <p> + When they were tired of sitting there, they climbed, invited or uninvited, + but always welcomed, to the pilothouse, where either pilot of the two who + were always on watch poured out in an unstinted stream the lore of the + river on which all their days had been passed. They knew from indelible + association every ever-changing line of the constant hills; every dwelling + by the low banks; every aspect of the smoky towns; every caprice of the + river; every-tree, every stump; probably every bud and bird in the sky. + They talked only of the river; they cared for nothing else. The Cuban + cumber and the Philippine folly were equally far from them; the German + prince was not only as if he had never been here, but as if he never had + been; no public question concerned them but that of abandoning the canals + which the Ohio legislature was then foolishly debating. Were not the + canals water-ways, too, like the river, and if the State unnaturally + abandoned them would not it be for the behoof of those railroads which the + rivermen had always fought, and which would have made a solitude of the + river if they could? + </p> + <p> + But they could not, and there was nothing more surprising and delightful + in this blissful voyage than the evident fact that the old river traffic + had strongly survived, and seemed to be more strongly reviving. Perhaps it + was not; perhaps the fondness of those Ohio-river-born passengers was + abused by an illusion (as subjective as that of the buds and birds) of a + vivid variety of business and pleasure on the beloved stream. But again, + perhaps not. They were seldom out of sight of the substantial proofs of + both in the through or way packets they encountered, or the nondescript + steam craft that swarmed about the mouths of the contributory rivers, and + climbed their shallowing courses into the recesses of their remotest + hills, to the last lurking-places of their oil and coal. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0095" id="link2H_4_0095"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> + <p> + The Avonek was always stopping to put off or take on merchandise or men. + She would stop for a single passenger, plaited in the mud with his + telescope valise or gripsack under the edge of a lonely cornfield, or to + gather upon her decks the few or many casks or bales that a farmer wished + to ship. She lay long hours by the wharf-boats of busy towns, exchanging + one cargo for another, in that anarchic fetching and carrying which we + call commerce, and which we drolly suppose to be governed by laws. But + wherever she paused or parted, she tested the pilot’s marvellous + skill; for no landing, no matter how often she landed in the same place, + could be twice the same. At each return the varying stream and shore must + be studied, and every caprice of either divined. It was always a triumph, + a miracle, whether by day or by night, a constant wonder how under the + pilot’s inspired touch she glided softly to her moorings, and + without a jar slipped from them again and went on her course. + </p> + <p> + But the landings by night were of course the finest. Then the wide fan of + the search-light was unfurled upon the point to be attained and the heavy + staging lowered from the bow to the brink, perhaps crushing the willow + hedges in it’s fall, and scarcely touching the land before a black, + ragged deck-hand had run out through the splendor and made a line fast to + the trunk of the nearest tree. Then the work of lading or unlading rapidly + began in the witching play of the light that set into radiant relief the + black, eager faces and the black, eager figures of the deck-hands + struggling up or down the staging under boxes of heavy wares, or kegs of + nails, or bales of straw, or blocks of stone, steadily mocked or cursed at + in their shapeless effort, till the last of them reeled back to the deck + down the steep of the lifting stage, and dropped to his broken sleep + wherever he could coil himself, doglike, down among the heaps of freight. + </p> + <p> + No dog, indeed, leads such a hapless life as theirs; and ah! and ah! why + should their sable shadows intrude in a picture that was meant to be all + so gay and glad? But ah! and ah! where, in what business of this hard + world, is not prosperity built upon the struggle of toiling men, who still + endeavor their poor best, and writhe and writhe under the burden of their + brothers above, till they lie still under the lighter load of their mother + earth? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0096" id="link2H_4_0096"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PG EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Absence of distinction + Advertising + Aim at nothing higher than the amusement of your readers + Anise-seed bag + Any man’s country could get on without him + Begun to fight with want from their cradles + Blasts of frigid wind swept the streets + Clemens is said to have said of bicycling + Could not, as the saying is, find a stone to throw at a dog + Disbeliever in punishments of all sorts + Do not want to know about such squalid lives + Early self-helpfulness of children is very remarkable + Encounter of old friends after the lapse of years + Even a day’s rest is more than most people can bear + Eyes fixed steadfastly upon the future + Face that expresses care, even to the point of anxiety + For most people choice is a curse + General worsening of things, familiar after middle life + Happy in the indifference which ignorance breeds in us + Hard to think up anything new + Heart of youth aching for their stoical sorrows + Heighten our suffering by anticipation + If one were poor, one ought to be deserving + Lascivious and immodest as possible + Literary spirit is the true world-citizen + Look of challenge, of interrogation, almost of reproof + Malevolent agitators + Meet here to the purpose of a common ostentation + Neatness that brings despair + Noble uselessness + Openly depraved by shows of wealth + People have never had ideals, but only moods and fashions + People might oftener trust themselves to Providence + People of wealth and fashion always dissemble their joy + Plagiarism carries inevitable detection with it + Pure accident and by its own contributory negligence + Refused to see us as we see ourselves + Should be very sorry to do good, as people called it + So many millionaires and so many tramps + So touching that it brought the lump into my own throat + Solution of the problem how and where to spend the summer + Some of it’s good, and most of it isn’t + Some of us may be toys and playthings without reproach + Superiority one likes to feel towards the rich and great + Take our pleasures ungraciously + The old and ugly are fastidious as to the looks of others + They are so many and I am so few + Those who decide their fate are always rebelling against it + Those who work too much and those who rest too much + Unfailing American kindness + Visitors of the more inquisitive sex + We cannot all be hard-working donkeys + We who have neither youth nor beauty should always expect it + Whatever choice you make, you are pretty sure to regret it +</pre> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Short Stories and Essays, by William Dean Howells + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHORT STORIES AND ESSAYS *** + +***** This file should be named 3379-h.htm or 3379-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/7/3379/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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