愛默生隨筆選

Essay Ⅰ Self-reliance（一）

　　I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional。 The soul always hears an admonition in such lines， let the subject be what it may。The sentiment they instill is of more value than any thought they may contain。To believe your own thought， to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men，-that is genius。Speak your latent conviction， and it shall be the universal sense；for the inmost in due time becomes the out-most，-and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment。Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each， the highest merit we ascribe to Moses， Plato， and Milton is， that they set at naught books and traditions， and spoke not what men but what they thought。A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within， more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages。Yet he dismisses without notice his thought， because it is his。In every work of genius we recognize our own rejec-ted thoughts：they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty。Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this。They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side。Else， to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time， and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another。

　　There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the con-viction that envy is ignorance；that imitation is suicide；that he must take himself for better， for worse， as his portion；that though the wide uni-verse is full of good， no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till。 The power which resides in him is new in nature， and none but he knows what that is which he can do， nor does he know until he has tried。Not for nothing one face， one character， one fact， makes much impression on him， and anoth-er none。This sculpture in the memory is not without pre-established harmo-ny。The eye was placed where one ray should fall， that it might testify of that particular ray。We but half express ourselves， and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents。It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues， so it be faithfully imparted， but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards。A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best；but what he has said or done otherwise， shall give him no peace。It is a deliverance which does not deliver。In the attempt his genius deserts him；no muse befriends；no invention， no hope。

　　Trust your self：every heart vibrates to that iron string。 Accept the place the divine providence has found for you， the society of your contem-poraries， the connection of events。Great men have always done so， and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age， betraying their per-ception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart， working through their hands， predominating in all their being。And we are now men， and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny；and not minors and invalids in a protected corner， not cowards fleeing be-fore a revolution， but guides， redeemers， and benefactors， obeying the Al-mighty effort， and advancing on Chaos and the Dark。

　　What pretty oracles nature yields us on this text， in the face and be-havior of children， babes， and even brutes！That divided and rebel mind， that distrust of a sentiment because our arithmetic has computed the strength and means opposed to our purpose， these have not。 Their mind being whole， their eye is as yet unconquered， and when we look in their faces， we are disconcerted。Infancy conforms to nobody：all conform to it， so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it。So God has armed youth and puberty and man-hood no less with its own piquancy and charm， and made it enviable and gracious and its claims not to be put by， if it will stand by itself。Do not think the youth has no force， because he cannot speak to you and me。Hark！In the next room his voice is sufficiently clear and em-phatic。It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries。Bashful or bold， then， he will know how to make us seniors very unnecessary。

　　The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner， and would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to conciliate one， is the health-y attitude of human nature。 A boy is in the parlour what thepit is in the playhouse；independent， irresponsible， looking out from his cor-ner on such people and facts as pass by， he tries and sentences them on their merits， in the swift， summary way of boys， as good， bad， inter-esting， silly， eloquent， troublesome。He cumbers himself never about conse-quences， about interests：he gives an independent， genuine verdict。You must court him：he does not court you。But the man is， as it were， clapped into jail by his consciousness。As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat， he is a committed person， watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds， whose affections must now enter into his account。There is no Lethe for this。Ah， that he could pass again into his neu-trality！Who can thus avoid all pledges， and having observed， observe again from the same unaffected， unbiased， unbribable， unaffrighted innocence， must always be formidable。He would utter opinions on all passing affairs， which being seen to be not private， but necessary， would sink like darts into the ear of men， and put them in fear。

　　These are the voices which we hear in solitude， but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world。 Society everywhere is in conspir-acy against the manhood of every one of its members。Society is a joint-stock company， in which the members agree， for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder， to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater。The virtue in most request is conformity。Self-reliance is its aversion。It loves not realities and creators， but names and customs。

　　Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist。 He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness， but must explore if it be goodness。Nothing is at last sacred but the integ-rity of your own mind。Absolve you to yourself， and you shall have the suffrage of the world。I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make to a valued adviser， who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church。On my saying， What have I to do with the sacredness of traditions， if I live wholly from within？my friend suggested，-“But these impulses may be from below， not from above。”I replied，“They do not seem to me to be such；but if I am the Devil's child， I will live then from the Devil。”No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature。Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this；the only right is

　　what is after my constitution， the only wrong what is against it。A man is to carry himself in the presence of all opposition， as if every thing were titular and ephemeral but he。I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names， to large societies and dead institutions。 Every decent and well-spoken individual affects and sways me more than is right。I ought to go upright and vital， and speak the rude truth in all ways。If malice and vanity wear the coat of philanthropy， shall that pass？If an angry bigot assumes this bountiful cause of Abolition， and comes to me with his last news from Barbadoes， why should I not say to him，“Go love your infant；love your wood-chopper：be good-natured and modest：have that grace；and never varnish your hard， uncharitable ambi-tion with this incredible tenderness for black folk a thousand miles off。your love afar is spite at home。”Rough and graceless would be such greeting， but truth is handsomer than the affectation of love。Your goodness must have some edge to it，-else it is none。I shun father and mother and wife and brother， when my genius calls me。I would write on the lintels of the door-post

　　WHIM。I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last， but we cannot spend the day in explanation。Expect me not to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company。Then， again， do not tell me， as a good man did today， of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations。Are they my poor？I tell your， your foolish philanthropist， that I grudge the dollar， the dime， the cent， I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong。There is a class of persons to whom by all spiritual affinity I am bought and sold；for them I will go to prison， if need be；but your miscellaneous popular charities；the education at college of fools；the building of meet-ing-houses to the vain end to which many now stand；alms to sots；and the thousandfold Relief Societies；-though I confess with shame I some-times succumb and give the dollar， it is a wicked dollar which by and by I shall have the manhood to withhold。Virtues are， in the popular estimate， rather the exception than the rule。There is the man and his virtues。

　　Men do what is called a good action， as some piece of courage or charity， much as they would pay a fine in expiation of daily non-appearance on parade。Their works are done as an apology or extenuation of their living in the world，-as invalids and the insane pay a high board。Their virtues are penances。I do not wish to expiate， but to live。My life is for itself and not for a specta-cle。I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain， so it be genuine and equal， than that it should be glittering and unsteady。I wish it to be sound and sweet， and not to need diet and bleeding。I ask primary evidence that you are a man， and refuse this appeal from the man to his actions。I know that for myself it makes no difference whether I do or forbear those actions which are reckoned excellent。 I cannot consent to pay for a privilege where I have intrinsic right。Few and mean as my gifts may be， I actually am， and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony。What I must do is all that concerns me， not what the people think。This rule， equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life， may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness。It is the harder， because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it。It is easy in the world to live

　　after the world's opinion；it is easy in solitude to live after our own；but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude。

　　The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is， that it scatters your force。 It loses your time and blurs the impression of your character。If you maintain a dead church， contribute to a dead Bible-society， vote with a great party either for the government or against it， spread your table like base housekeepers，-under all these screens I have difficulty to detect the precise man you are。And， of course， so much force is withdrawn from your proper life。But do your work， and I shall know you。Do your work， and you shall reinforce yourself。A man must consider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity。If I know your sect， I anticipate your argument。I hear a preacher announce for his text and topic the expediency of one of the institutions of his church。Do I not know beforehand that not possibly can he say a new and spontaneous word？

　　Do I not know that， with all this ostentation of examining the grounds of the institution， he will do no such thing？Do I not know that he is pledged to himself not to look but at one side， the permitted side， not as a man， but as a parish minister？He is a retained attorney， and these airs of the bench are the emptiest affectation。Well， most men have bound their eyes with one or another handkerchief， and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion。This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars， authors of a few lies， but false in all particulars。Their every truth is not quite true。Their two is not the real two， their four not the real four；so that ev-ery word they say chagrins us， and we know not where to begin to set them right。Meantime nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere。 We come to wear one cut of face and figure， and acquire by degrees the gentlest asinine expres-sion。There is a mortifying experience in particular， which does not fail to wreak itself also in the general history；I mean“the foolish face of praise，”the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease in answer to conversation which does not interest us。The muscles， not spontaneously moved， but moved by a low usurping wilfulness， grow tight about the outline of the face with the most disagreeable sen-sation。

　　For nonconformity the world whips you with its displeasure。 And there-fore a man must know how to estimate a sour face。The by-standers look askance on him in the public street or in the friend's parlour。If this aversation had its origin in contempt and resistance like his own， he might well go home with a sad countenance；but the sour faces of the multi-tude， like their sweet faces， have no deep cause， but are put on and off as the wind blows and a newspaper directs。Yet is the discontent of the multitude more formidable than that of the senate and the college。It is easy enough for a firm man who knows the world to brook the rage of the cultivated classes。Their rage is decorous and prudent， for they are timid as being very vulnerable themselves。But when to their feminine rage the indignation of the people is added， when the ignorant and the poor are aroused， when the unintelligent brute force that lies at the bottom of society is made to growl and mow， it needs the habit of magnanimi-ty and religion to treat it godlike as a trifle of no concernment。

　　The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency；a reverence for our past act or word， because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts， and we are loath to disappoint them。

　　But why should you keep your head over your shoulder？Why drag a-bout this corpse of your memory， lest you contradict somewhat you have stated in this or that public place？Suppose you should contradict yourself；what then？It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone， but to bring the past for judgment into the thousand-eyed present， and live ever in a new day。 In your metaphysics you have denied personality to the Deity：yet when the devout motions of the soul come， yield to them heart and life， though they should clothe God with shape and color。Leave your theory， as Joseph his coat in the hand of the harlot， and flee。

　　A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds， adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines。 With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do。He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall。Speak what you think now in hard words， and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again， though it contradict every thing you said today。-“Ah， so you shall be sure to be misunder-stood。”-Is it so bad， then， to be misunderstood？Pythagoras was misun-derstood， and Socrates， and Jesus， and Luther， and Copernicus， and Galileo， and Newton， and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh。To be great is to be misunderstood。

　　I suppose no man can violate his nature。 All the sallies of his will are rounded in by the law of his being， as the inequalities of Andes and Himalayas are insignificant in the curve of the sphere。Nor does it mat-ter how you gauge and try him。A character is like an acrostic or Alex-andrian stanza；-read it forward， backward， or across， it still spells the same thing。In this pleasing， contrite wood-life which God allows me， let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect， and， I cannot doubt， it will be found symmetrical， though I mean it not， and see it not。My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects。The swallow over my window should interweave that thread or straw he carries in his bill into my web also。We pass for what we are。Character teaches above our wills。Men imagine that they communi-cate their virtue or vice only by overt actions， and do not see that virtue or vice emit a breath every moment。

　　There will be an agreement in whatever variety of actions， so they be each honest and natural in their hour。 For of one will， the actions will be harmonious， however unlike they seem。These varieties are lost sight of at a little distance， at a little height of thought。One tendency unites them all。The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks。See the line from a sufficient distance， and it straightens itself to the average tendency。Your genuine action will explain itself， and will ex-plain your other genuine actions。Your conformity explains nothing。Act sin-gly， and what you have already done singly will justify you now。Greatness appeals to the future。If I can be firm enough today to do right

　　and scorn eyes， I must have done so much right before as to defend me now。Be it how it will， do right now。Always scorn appearances， and you always may。The force of character is cumulative。All the foregone days of virtue work their health into this。What makes the majesty of theheroes of the senate and the field， which so fills the imagination？The consciousness of a train of great days and victories behind。They shed a united light on the advancing actor。He is attended as by a visible escort of angels。That is it which throws thunder into Chatham's voice， and dignity into Washington's port， and America into Adams's eye。Honor is venerable to us because it is no ephemeris。It is always ancient virtue。We worship it today because it is not of today。We love it and pay it homage， because it is not a trap for our love and homage， but is self-dependent， self-derived， and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree， even if shown in a young person。

　　I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consis-tency。 Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward。Instead of the gong for dinner， let us hear a whistle from the Spartan fife。Let us never bow and apologize more。A great man is coming to eat at my house。I do not wish to please him；I wish that he should wish to please me。I will stand here for humanity， and though I would make it kind， I would make it true。Let us affront and reprimand the smooth mediocrity and squalid contentment of the times， and hurl in the face of custom， and trade， and office， the fact which is the upshot of all histo-ry， that there is a great responsible Thinker and Actor working wherever a man works；that a true man belongs to no other time or place， but is the centre of things。Where he is， there is nature。He measures you， and all men， and all events。Ordinarily

　　every body in society reminds us of somewhat else， or of some other person。Character， reality， reminds you of nothing else；it takes place of the whole creation。The man must be so much， that he must make all circumstances indifferent。Every true man is a cause， a country， and an age；requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design；-and posterity seem to follow his steps as a train of clients。A man Caesar is born， and for a-ges after we have a Roman Empire。Christ is born， and millions of minds so grow and cleave to his genius， that he is confounded with virtue and the possible of man。An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man；as， Monachism， of the Hermit Antony；the Reformation， of Luther；Quakerism， of Fox；Methodism， of Wesley；Abolition， of Clarkson。Scipio， Milton called“the height of Rome”；and all history resolves itself very eas-ily into the biography of a few stout and earnest persons。

　　Let a man then know his worth， and keep things under his feet。 Let him not peep or steal， orskulk up and down with the air of a charity-boy， a bastard， or an inter-loper， in the world which exists for him。But the man in the street， finding no worth in himself which corresponds to the force which built a tower or sculptured a marble god， feels poor when he looks on these。To him a palace， a statue， or a costly book have an alien and forbidding air， much like a gay equipage， and seem to say like that，“Who are you， Sir？”Yet they all are his， suitors for his notice， petitioners to his faculties that they will come out and take possession。The picture waits for my verdict：it is not to command me， but I am to settle its claims to praise。That popular fable of the sot who was picked up dead drunk in the street， carried to the duke's house， washed and dressed and laid in the duke's bed， and， on his waking， treated with all obsequious ceremony like the duke， and assured that he had been insane， owes its popularity to the fact

　　that it symbolizes so well the state of man， who is in the world a sort of sot， but now and then wakes up， exercises his rea-son， and finds himself a true prince。Our reading is mendicant and sycophantic。In history， our imagination plays us false。Kingdom and lordship， power and estate， are a gaudier vo-cabulary than private John and Edward in a small house and common day's work；but the things of life are the same to both；the sum total of both is the same。Why all this deference to Alfred， and Scanderbeg， and Gustavus？Suppose they were virtuous；did they wear out virtue？As great a stake depends on your private act today， as followed their public and renowned steps。When private men shall act with original views， the lustre will be transferred from the actions of kings to those of gentlemen。

　　The world has been instructed by its kings， who have so magnetized the eyes of nations。 It has been taught by this colossal symbol the mutual reverence that is due from man to man。The joyful loyalty with which men have everywhere suffered the king， the noble， or the great proprietor to walk among them by a law of his own， make his own scale of men and things， and reverse theirs， pay for benefits not with money but with honor， and represent the law in his person， was the hieroglyphic by which they obscurely signified their consciousness of their own right and comeliness， the right of every man。

　　The magnetism which all original action exerts is explained when we in-quire the reason of self-trust。 Who is the Trustee？What is the aboriginal Self， on which a uni-versal reliance may be grounded？What is the nature and power of that science-baffling star， without parallax， without calculable elements， which shoots a ray of beauty even into trivial and impure actions， if the least mark of independence appear？The inquiry leads us to that source， at once the essence of genius， of virtue， and of life， which we call Spontaneity or Instinct。We denote this primary wisdom as Intuition， whilst all later teach-ings are tuitions。In that deep force， the last fact behind which analysis cannot go， all things find their common origin。For， the sense of being which in calm hours rises， we know not how， in the soul， is not di-verse from things， from space， from light， from time， from man

　　but one with them， and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed。We first share the life by which things exist， and afterwards see them as appearances in nature， and forget that we have shared their cause。Here is the fountain of action and of thought。Here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom， and which cannot be denied without impiety and atheism。We lie in the lap of im-mense intelligence， which makes us receivers of its truth and organs of its activity。When we discern justice， when we discern truth， we do nothing of ourselves， but allow a passage to its beams。If we ask whence this comes， if we seek to pry into the soul that causes， all philosophy is at fault。Its presence or its absence is all we can affirm。Every man discriminates between the voluntary acts of his mind， and his involuntary perceptions， and knows that to his involuntary perceptions a perfect faith is due。He may err in the expression of them， but he knows that these things are so， like day and night， not to be disputed

　　My wilful actions and acquisitions are but roving；-the idlest reverie， the faintest native emo-tion， command my curiosity and respect。Thoughtless people contradict as readily the statement of perceptions as of opinions， or rather much more readily；for， they do not distinguish between perception and notion。They fancy that I choose to see this or that thing。But perception is not whimsical， but fatal。If I see a trait， my children will see it after me， and in course of time， all mankind，-although it may chance that no one has seen it before me。For my perception of it is as much a fact as the sun。

　　The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure， that it is profane to seek to interpose helps。 It must be that when God spea-keth he should communicate， not one thing， but all things；should fill the world with his voice；should scatter forth light， nature， time， souls， from the centre of the present thought；and new date and new create the whole。Whenever a mind is simple， and receives a divine wisdom， old things pass away，-means， teachers， texts， temples fall；it lives now， and absorbs past and future into the present hour。All things are made sacred by relation to it，-one as much as another。All things are dissolved to their centre by their cause， and， in the universal mira-cle， petty and particular miracles disappear。If， therefore， a man claims to know and speak of God， and carries you backward to the phraseology of some old mouldered nation in another country， in another world， believe him not。Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fulness and comple-tion？Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his rip-ened being？Whence， then， this worship of the past？The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul。Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes， but the soul is light；where it is， is day；where it was， is night；and history is an imperti-nence and an injury， if it be any thing more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming。

　　Man is timid and apologetic；he is no longer upright；he dares not say“I think，”“I am，”but quotes some saint or sage。 He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose。These roses under my win-dow make no reference to former roses or to better ones；they are for what they are；they exist with God today。There is no time to them。There is simply the rose；it is perfect in every moment of its existence。Before a leaf-bud has burst， its whole life acts；in the full-blown flower there is no more；in the leafless root there is no less。Its nature is satisfied， and it satisfies nature， in all moments alike。But man postpones or remembers；he does not live in the present， but with reverted eye la-ments the past， or， heedless of the riches that surround him， stands on tiptoe to foresee the future。He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present， above time。

　　This should be plain enough。 Yet see what strong intellects dare not yet hear God himself， unless he speak the phraseology of I know not what David， or Jeremiah， or Paul。We shall not always set so great a price on a few texts， on a few lives。We are like children who repeat by rote the sentences of grandames and tutors， and， as they grow older， of the men of talents and character they chance to see，-painfully recollec-ting the exact words they spoke；afterwards， when they come intothe point of view which those had who uttered these sayings， they under-stand them， and are willing to let the words go；for， at any time， they can use words as good when occasion comes。 If we live truly， we shall see truly。It is as easy for the strong man to be strong， as it is for the weak to be weak。When we have new perception， we shall gladly disburden the memory of its hoarded treasures as old rubbish。When a man lives with God， his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn。

　　And now at last the highest truth on this subject remains unsaid；probably cannot be said；for all that we say is the far-off remembering of the intuition。 That thought， by what I can now nearest approach to say it， is this。When good is near you， when you have life in yourself， it is not by any known or accustomed way；you shall not discern the foot-prints of any other；you shall not see the face of man；you shall not hear any name；-the way， the thought， the good， shall be wholly strange and new。It shall exclude example and experience。You take the way from man， not to man。All persons that ever existed are its forgotten minis-ters。Fear and hope are alike beneath it。There is somewhat low even in hope。In the hour of vision， there is nothing that can be called grati-tude， nor properly joy。The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation， perceives the self-existence of Truth and Right， and calms itself with knowing that all things go well。Vast spaces of nature， the Atlantic Ocean， the South Sea，-long intervals of time， years， centuries，-are of no account。This which I think and feel underlay every former state of life and circumstances， as it does underlie my present， and what is called life， and what is called death。

　　Life only avails， not the having lived。 Power ceases in the instant of repose；it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state， in the shooting of the gulf， in the darting to an aim。This one fact the world hates， that the soul becomes；for that for ever degrades the past， turns all riches to poverty， all reputation to a shame， confounds the saint with the rogue， shoves Jesus and Judas equally aside。Why， then， do we prate of self-reliance？Inasmuch as the soul is present， there will be power not confident but agent。To talk of reliance is a poor external way of speaking。Speak rather of that which relies， because it works and is。Who has more obedience than I masters me， though he should not raise his finger。Round him I must revolve by the gravitation of spirits。We fan-cy it rhetoric， when we speak of eminent virtue。We do not yet see that virtue is Height， and that a man or a company of men， plastic and permeable to principles， by the law of nature must overpower and ride all cities， nations， kings， rich men， poets， who are not。

　　This is the ultimate fact which we so quickly reach on this， as on every topic， the resolution of all into the ever-blessed ONE。 Self-existence is the attribute of the Supreme Cause， and it constitutes the measure of good by the degree in which it enters into all lower forms。All things real are so by so much virtue as they contain。Commerce， husbandry， hunting， whaling， war， eloquence， personal weight， are somewhat， and engage my respect as examples of its presence and impure action。I see the same law working in nature for conservation and growth。Power is in na-ture the essential measure of right。Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdoms which cannot help itself。The genesis and maturation of a plan-et， its poise and orbit， the bended tree recovering itself from the strong wind， the vital resources of every animal and vegetable， are demonstrations of the self-sufficing， and therefore self-relying soul。

　　Thus all concentrates：let us not rove；let us sit at home with the cause。 Let us stun and astonish the intruding rabble of men and books and institutions， by a simple declaration of the divine fact。Bid the invaders take the shoes from off their feet， for God is here within。Let our simplicity judge them， and our docility to our own law demonstrate the poverty of nature and fortune beside our native riches。

　　But now we are a mob。 Man does not stand in awe of man， nor is his genius admonished to stay at home， to put itself in communication with the internal ocean， but it goes abroad to beg a cup of water of the urns of other men。We must go alone。I like the silent church be-fore the service begins， better than any preaching。How far off， how cool， how chaste the persons look， begirt each one with a precinct or sanctua-ry！So let us always sit。Why should we assume the faults of our friend， or wife， or father， or child， because they sit around our hearth， or are said to have the same blood？All men have my blood， and I have all men's。Not for that will I adopt their petulance or folly， even to the extent of being ashamed of it。But your isolation must not be mechanical， but spiritual， that is， must be elevation。At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic tri-fles。Friend， client， child， sickness， fear， want， charity， all knock at once at your closet door， and say，-“Come out unto us。”But keep your state；come not into their confusion。The power men possess to annoy me， I give them by a weak curiosity。No man can come near me but through my act。“What we love that we have， but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love。”

　　If we cannot at once rise to the sanctities of obedience and faith， let us at least resist our temptations；let us enter into the state of war， and wake Thor and Woden， courage and constancy， in our Saxon breasts。 This is to be done in our smooth times by speaking the truth。Check this lying hospitality and lying affection。Live no longer to the expectation of these deceived and deceiving people with whom we converse。Say to them， O father， O mother， O wife， O brother， O friend， I have lived with you after appearances hitherto。Henceforward I am the truth's。Be it known unto you that henceforward I obey no law less than the eternal law。I will have no covenants but proximities。I shall endeavour to nourish my parents， to support my family， to be the chaste husband of one wife，-but these relations I must fill after a new and unprecedented way。I appeal from your customs。I must be myself。I cannot break myself any longer for you， or you。If you can love me for what I am， we shall be the happier。If you cannot， I will still seek to deserve that you should。I will not hide my tastes or aversions。I will so trust that what is deep is holy， that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me， and the heart appoints。If you are noble， I will love you；if you are not， I will not hurt you and myself by hypo-critical attentions。If you are true

　　but not in the same truth with me， cleave to your companions；I will seek my own。I do this not selfishly，but humbly and truly。 It is alike your interest， and mine， and all men's， however long we have dwelt in lies， to live in truth。Does this sound harsh today？You will soon love what is dictated by your nature as well as mine， and， if we follow the truth， it will bring us out safe at last。-But so you may give these friends pain。Yes， but I cannot sell my liberty and my power， to save their sensibility。Besides， all persons have their moments of reason， when they look out into the region of ab-solute truth；then will they justify me， and do the same thing。

　　The populace think that your rejection of popular standards is a rejec-tion of all standard， and mere antinomianism；and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes。 Butthe law of consciousness abides。There are two confessionals， in one or the other of which we must be shriven。You may fulfil your round of du-ties by clearing yourself in the direct， or in the reflex way。Consider whether you have satisfied your relations to father， mother， cousin， neigh-bour， town， cat， and dog；whether any of these can upbraid you。But I may also neglect this reflex standard， and absolve me to myself。I have my own stern claims and perfect circle。It denies the name of duty to many offices that are called duties。But if I can discharge its debts， it enables me to dispense with the popular code。If any one imagines that this law is lax， let him keep its commandment one day。