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Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882).  The Complete Works.  1904.
Vol. VI. The Conduct of Life
VI. Worship
  THIS is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows:
He to captivity was sold,
But him no prison-bars would hold:
Though they sealed him in a rock,
Mountain chains he can unlock:
Thrown to lions for their meat,
The crouching lion kissed his feet:
Bound to the stake, no flames appalled,
But arched o’er him an honoring vault.
This is he men miscall Fate,
Threading dark ways, arriving late,
But ever coming in time to crown
The truth, and hurl wrongdoers down.
He is the oldest, and best known,
More near than aught thou call’st thy own,
Yet greeted in another’s eyes,
Disconcerts with glad surprise.
This is Jove, who, deaf to prayers,
Floods with blessings unawares.
Draw, if thou canst, the mystic line,
Severing rightly his from thine,
Which is human, which divine.

SOME 1 of my friends have complained, when the preceding papers were read, that we discussed Fate, Power and Wealth on too low a platform; gave too much line to the evil spirit of the times; too many cakes to Cerberus; that we ran Cudworth’s risk of making, by excess of candor, the argument of atheism so strong that he could not answer it. 2 I have no fears of being forced in my own despite to play as we say the devil’s attorney. I have no infirmity of faith; no belief that it is of much importance what I or any man may say: I am sure that a certain truth will be said through me, though I should be dumb, or though I should try to say the reverse. Nor do I fear skepticism for any good soul. A just thinker will allow full swing to his skepticism. I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I am not afraid of falling into my inkpot. I have no sympathy with a poor man I knew, who, when suicides abounded, told me he dared not look at his razor. We are of different opinions at different hours, but we always may be said to be at heart on the side of truth.
  I see not why we should give ourselves such sanctified airs. If the Divine Providence has hid from men neither disease nor deformity nor corrupt society, but has stated itself out in passions, in war, in trade, in the love of power and pleasure, in hunger and need, in tyrannies, literatures and arts,—let us not be so nice that we cannot write these facts down coarsely as they stand, or doubt but there is a counter-statement as ponderous, which we can arrive at, and which, being put, will make all square. The solar system has no anxiety about its reputation, and the credit of truth and honesty is as safe; 3 nor have I any fear that a skeptical bias can be given by leaning hard on the sides of fate, of practical power, or of trade, which the doctrine of Faith cannot down-weigh. The strength of that principle is not measured in ounces and pounds; it tyrannizes at the centre of nature. We may well give skepticism as much line as we can. The spirit will return and fill us. It drives the drivers. It counterbalances any accumulations of power:—
  “Heaven kindly gave our blood a moral flow.” 4
We are born loyal. The whole creation is made of hooks and eyes, of bitumen, of sticking-plaster; and whether your community is made in Jerusalem or in California, of saints or of wreckers, it coheres in a perfect ball. 5 Men as naturally make a state, or a church, as caterpillars a web. If they were more refined, it would be less formal, it would be nervous, like that of the Shakers, who, from long habit of thinking and feeling together, it is said are affected in the same way, at the same time, to work and to play; and as they go with perfect sympathy to their tasks in the field or shop, so are they inclined for a ride or a journey at the same instant, and the horses come up with the family carriage unbespoken to the door. 6
  We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples. A self-poise belongs to every particle, and a rectitude to every mind, and is the Nemesis and protector of every society. I and my neighbors have been bred in the notion that unless we came soon to some good church,—Calvinism, or Behmenism, or Romanism, or Mormonism,—there would be a universal thaw and dissolution. No Isaiah or Jeremy has arrived. Nothing can exceed the anarchy that has followed in our skies. The stern old faiths have all pulverized. ’T is a whole population of gentlemen and ladies out in search of religions. ’T is as flat anarchy in our ecclesiastic realms as that which existed in Massachusetts in the Revolution, or which prevails now on the slope of the Rocky Mountains or Pike’s Peak. Yet we make shift to live. Men are loyal. Nature has self-poise in all her works; certain proportions in which oxygen and azote combine, and not less a harmony in faculties, a fitness in the spring and the regulator. The decline of the influence of Calvin, or Fénelon, or Wesley, or Channing, need give us no uneasiness. The builder of heaven has not so ill constructed his creature as that the religion, that is, the public nature, should fall out: the public and the private element, like north and south, like inside and outside, like centrifugal and centripetal, adhere to every soul, and cannot be subdued except the soul is dissipated. God builds his temple in the heart on the ruins of churches and religions. 7  3
  In the last chapters we treated some particulars of the question of culture. But the whole state of man is a state of culture; and its flowering and completion may be described as Religion, or Worship. There is always some religion, some hope and fear extended into the invisible,—from the blind boding which nails a horseshoe to the mast or the threshold, up to the song of the Elders in the Apocalypse. But the religion cannot rise above the state of the votary. Heaven always bears some proportion to earth. The god of the cannibals will be a cannibal, of the crusaders a crusader, and of the merchants a merchant. In all ages, souls out of time, extraordinary, prophetic, are born, who are rather related to the system of the world than to their particular age and locality. These announce absolute truths, which, with whatever reverence received, are speedily dragged down into a savage interpretation. The interior tribes of our Indians and some of the Pacific islanders flog their gods when things take an unfavorable turn. The Greek poets did not hesitate to let loose their petulant wit on their deities also. Laomedon, in his anger at Neptune and Apollo, who had built Troy for him and demanded their price, does not hesitate to menace them that he will cut their ears off. 8 Among our Norse fore-fathers, King Olaf’s mode of converting Eyvind to Christianity was to put a pan of glowing coals on his belly, which burst asunder. “Wilt thou now, Eyvind, believe in Christ?” asks Olaf, in excellent faith. Another argument was an adder put into the mouth of the reluctant disciple Raud, who refused to believe. 9  4
  Christianity, in the romantic ages, signified European culture,—the grafted or meliorated tree in a crab forest. And to marry a pagan wife or husband was to marry Beast, and voluntarily to take a step backwards towards the baboon:—
  “Hengist had verament
A daughter both fair and gent,
But she was heathen Sarazine,
And Vortigern for love fine
Her took to fere and to wife,
And was cursed in all his life;
For he let Christian wed heathen,
And mixed our blood as flesh and mathen.” 10
What Gothic mixtures the Christian creed drew from the pagan sources, Richard of Devizes’ chronicle of Richard I.’s crusade, in the twelfth century, may show. King Richard taunts God with forsaking him. “O fie! O how unwilling should I be to forsake thee, in so forlorn and dreadful a position, were I thy lord and advocate, as thou art mine. In sooth, my standards will in future be despised, not through my fault, but through thine: in sooth not through any cowardice of my warfare art thou thyself, my king and my God, conquered this day, and not Richard thy vassal.” The religion of the early English poets is anomalous, so devout and so blasphemous, in the same breath. Such is Chaucer’s extraordinary confusion of heaven and earth in the picture of Dido:—
                  “She was so fair,
So young, so lusty, with her eyen glad,
That if that God that heaven and earthe made
Would have a love for beauty and goodness,
And womanhede, truth, and seemliness,
Whom should he loven but this lady sweet?
There n’ is no woman to him half so meet.” 11
  With these grossnesses, we complacently compare our own taste and decorum. We think and speak with more temperance and gradation,—but is not indifferentism as bad as superstition?  6
  We live in a transition period, when the old faiths which comforted nations, and not only so but made nations, seem to have spent their force. I do not find the religions of men at this moment very creditable to them, but either childish and insignificant or unmanly and effeminating. 12 The fatal trait is the divorce between religion and morality. Here are know-nothing religions, or churches that proscribe intellect; scortatory religions; 13 slave-holding and slave-trading religions; and, even in the decent populations, idolatries wherein the whiteness of the ritual covers scarlet indulgence. The lover of the old religion complains that our contemporaries, scholars as well as merchants, succumb to a great despair,—have corrupted into a timorous conservatism and believe in nothing. In our large cities the population is godless, materialized,—no bond, no fellow-feeling, no enthusiasm. These are not men, but hungers, thirsts, fevers and appetites walking. How is it people manage to live on,—so aimless as they are? After their pepper-corn aims are gained, it seems as if the lime in their bones alone held them together, and not any worthy purpose. There is no faith in the intellectual, none in the moral universe. There is faith in chemistry, in meat and wine, in wealth, in machinery, in the steam-engine, galvanic battery, turbine-wheels, sewing-machines, and in public opinion, but not in divine causes. A silent revolution has loosed the tension of the old religious sects, and in place of the gravity and permanence of those societies of opinion, they run into freak and extravagance. In creeds never was such levity; witness the heathenisms in Christianity, the periodic “revivals,” the Millennium mathematics, the peacock ritualism, the retrogression to Popery, the maundering of Mormons, the squalor of Mesmerism, the deliration of rappings, the rat and mouse revelation, thumps in table-drawers, and black art. 14 The architecture, the music, the prayer, partake of the madness; the arts sink into shift and make-believe. Not knowing what to do, we ape our ancestors; the churches stagger backward to the mummeries of the Dark Ages. By the irresistible maturing of the general mind, the Christian traditions have lost their hold. The dogma of the mystic offices of Christ being dropped, and he standing on his genius as a moral teacher, it is impossible to maintain the old emphasis of his personality; and it recedes, as all persons must, before the sublimity of the moral laws. From this change, and in the momentary absence of any religious genius that could offset the immense material activity, there is a feeling that religion is gone. When Paul Leroux offered his article “Dieu” to the conductor of a leading French journal, he replied, “La question de Dieu manque d’actualité.” In Italy, Mr. Gladstone said of the late King of Naples, “It has been a proverb that he has erected the negation of God into a system of government.” In this country the like stupefaction was in the air, and the phrase “higher law” became a political gibe. 15 What proof of infidelity like the toleration and propagandism of slavery? What, like the direction of education? What, like the facility of conversion? What, like the externality of churches that once sucked the roots of right and wrong, and now have perished away till they are a speck of whitewash on the wall? What proof of skepticism like the base rate at which the highest mental and moral gifts are held? Let a man attain the highest and broadest culture that any American has possessed, then let him die by sea-storm, railroad collision, or other accident, and all America will acquiesce that the best thing has happened to him; that, after the education has gone far, such is the expensiveness of America that the best use to put a fine person to is to drown him to save his board.  7
  Another scar of this skepticism is the distrust in human virtue. It is believed by well-dressed proprietors that there is no more virtue than they possess; that the solid portion of society exist for the arts of comfort; that life is an affair to put somewhat between the upper and lower mandibles. How prompt the suggestion of a low motive! Certain patriots in England devoted themselves for years to creating a public opinion that should break down the corn-laws and establish free trade. ‘Well,’ says the man in the street, ‘Cobden got a stipend out of it.’ Kossuth fled hither across the ocean to try if he could rouse the New World to a sympathy with European liberty. ‘Ay,’ says New York, ‘he made a handsome thing of it, enough to make him comfortable for life.’  8
  See what allowance vice finds in the respectable and well-conditioned class. If a pickpocket intrude into the society of gentlemen, they exert what moral force they have, and he finds himself uncomfortable and glad to get away. But if an adventurer go through all the forms, procure himself to be elected to a post of trust, as of senator or president, though by the same arts as we detest in the house-thief,—the same gentlemen who agree to discountenance the private rogue will be forward to show civilities and marks of respect to the public one; and no amount of evidence of his crimes will prevent them giving him ovations, complimentary dinners, opening their own houses to him and priding themselves on his acquaintance. We were not deceived by the professions of the private adventurer,—the louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons; but we appeal to the sanctified preamble of the messages and proclamations of the public sinner, as the proof of sincerity. 16 It must be that they who pay this homage have said to themselves, On the whole, we don’t know about this that you call honesty; a bird in the hand is better.  9
  Even well-disposed, good sort of people are touched with the same infidelity, and, for brave, straightforward action, use half-measures and compromises. Forgetful that a little measure is a great error, forgetful that a wise mechanic uses a sharp tool, they go on choosing the dead men of routine. But the official men can in no wise help you in any question of to-day, they deriving entirely from the old dead things. Only those can help in counsel or conduct who did not make a party pledge to defend this or that, but who were appointed by God Almighty, before they came into the world, to stand for this which they uphold.  10
  It has been charged that a want of sincerity in the leading men is a vice general throughout American society. But the multitude of the sick shall not make us deny the existence of health. In spite of our imbecility and terrors, and “universal decay of religion,” etc., etc., the moral sense reappears to-day with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. ’T is like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of his superlative effects. 17 The religion of the cultivated class now, to be sure, consists in an avoidance of acts and engagements which it was once their religion to assume. But this avoidance will yield spontaneous forms in their due hour. There is a principle which is the basis of things, which all speech aims to say, and all action to evolve, a simple, quiet, undescribed, undescribable presence, dwelling very peacefully in us, our rightful lord: we are not to do, but to let do; not to work, but to be worked upon; and to this homage there is a consent of all thoughtful and just men in all ages and conditions. To this sentiment belong vast and sudden enlargements of power. 18 ’T is remarkable that our faith in ecstasy consists with total inexperience of it. It is the order of the world to educate with accuracy the senses and the understanding; and the enginery at work to draw out these powers in priority, no doubt has its office. But we are never without a hint that these powers are mediate and servile, and that we are one day to deal with real being,—essences with essences. Even the fury of material activity has some results friendly to moral health. The energetic action of the times develops individualism, and the religious appear isolated. I esteem this a step in the right direction. Heaven deals with us on no representative system. Souls are not saved in bundles. The Spirit saith to the man, ‘How is it with thee? thee personally? is it well? is it ill?’ For a great nature it is a happiness to escape a religious training,—religion of character is so apt to be invaded. Religion must always be a crab fruit; it cannot be grafted and keep its wild beauty. “I have seen,” said a traveller who had known the extremes of society, “I have seen human nature in all its forms; it is everywhere the same, but the wilder it is, the more virtuous.”  11
  We say the old forms of religion decay, and that a skepticism devastates the community. I do not think it can be cured or stayed by any modification of theologic creeds, much less by theologic discipline. The cure for false theology is mother-wit. Forget your books and traditions, and obey your moral perceptions at this hour. 19 That which is signified by the words “moral” and “spiritual,” is a lasting essence, and, with whatever illusions we have loaded them, will certainly bring back the words, age after age, to their ancient meaning. I know no words that mean so much. In our definitions we grope after the spiritual by describing it as invisible. The true meaning of spiritual is real; that law which executes itself, which works without means, and which cannot be conceived as not existing. Men talk of “mere morality”—which is much as if one should say, ‘Poor God, with nobody to help him.’ 20 I find the omnipresence and the almightiness in the reaction of every atom in nature. I can best indicate by examples those reactions by which every part of nature replies to the purpose of the actor,—beneficently to the good, penally to the bad. Let us replace sentimentalism by realism, and dare to uncover those simple and terrible laws which, be they seen or unseen, pervade and govern. 21  12
  Every man takes care that his neighbor shall not cheat him. But a day comes when he begins to care that he do not cheat his neighbor. Then all goes well. He has changed his market-cart into a chariot of the sun. What a day dawns when we have taken to heart the doctrine of faith! to prefer, as a better investment, being to doing; being to seeming; logic to rhythm and to display; the year to the day; the life to the year; character to performance;—and have come to know that justice will be done us; and if our genius is slow, the term will be long.  13
  It is certain that worship stands in some commanding relation to the health of man and to his highest powers, so as to be in some manner the source of intellect. All the great ages have been ages of belief. 22 I mean, when there was any extraordinary power of performance, when great national movements began, when arts appeared, when heroes existed, when poems were made,—the human soul was in earnest, and had fixed its thoughts on spiritual verities with as strict a grasp as that of the hands on the sword, or the pencil, or the trowel. It is true that genius takes its rise out of the mountains of rectitude; that all beauty and power which men covet are somehow born out of that Alpine district; that any extraordinary degree of beauty in man or woman involves a moral charm. Thus I think we very slowly admit in another man a higher degree of moral sentiment than our own,—a finer conscience, more impressionable or which marks minuter degrees; an ear to hear acuter notes of right and wrong than we can. I think we listen suspiciously and very slowly to any evidence to that point. But, once satisfied of such superiority, we set no limit to our expectation of his genius. For such persons are nearer to the secret of God than others; are bathed by sweeter waters; they hear notices, they see visions, where others are vacant. 23 We believe that holiness confers a certain insight, because not by our private but by our public force can we share and know the nature of things.  14
  There is an intimate interdependence of intellect and morals. Given the equality of two intellects,—which will form the most reliable judgments, the good, or the bad hearted? “The heart has its arguments, with which the understanding is not acquainted.” For the heart is at once aware of the state of health or disease, which is the controlling state, that is, of sanity or of insanity; prior of course to all question of the ingenuity of arguments, the amount of facts, or the elegance of rhetoric. So intimate is this alliance of mind and heart, that talent uniformly sinks with character. The bias of errors of principle carries away men into perilous courses as soon as their will does not control their passion or talent. Hence the extraordinary blunders and final wrong-head into which men spoiled by ambition usually fall. Hence the remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love. “As much love, so much mind,” said the Latin proverb. The superiority that has no superior; the redeemer and instructor of souls, as it is their primal essence, is love. 24  15
  The moral must be the measure of health. If your eye is on the eternal, your intellect will grow, and your opinions and actions will have a beauty which no learning or combined advantages of other men can rival. The moment of your loss of faith and acceptance of the lucrative standard will be marked in the pause or solstice of genius, the sequent retrogression, and the inevitable loss of attraction to other minds. The vulgar are sensible of the change in you, and of your descent, though they clap you on the back and congratulate you on your increased common-sense.  16
  Our recent culture has been in natural science. We have learned the manners of the sun and of the moon, of the rivers and the rain, of the mineral and elemental kingdoms, of plants and animals. Man has learned to weigh the sun, and its weight neither loses nor gains. The path of a star, the moment of an eclipse, can be determined to the fraction of a second. Well, to him the book of history, the book of love, the lures of passion and the commandments of duty are opened; and the next lesson taught is the continuation of the inflexible law of matter into the subtile kingdom of will and of thought; that if in sidereal ages gravity and projection keep their craft, and the ball never loses its way in its wild path through space,—a secreter gravitation, a secreter projection rule not less tyrannically in human history, and keep the balance of power from age to age unbroken. For though the new element of freedom and an individual has been admitted, yet the primordial atoms are prefigured and predetermined to moral issues, are in search of justice, and ultimate right is done. 25 Religion or worship is the attitude of those who see this unity, intimacy and sincerity; who see that against all appearances the nature of things works for truth and right forever. 26  17
  It is a short sight to limit our faith in laws to those of gravity, of chemistry, of botany, and so forth. Those laws do not stop where our eyes lose them, but push the same geometry and chemistry up into the invisible plane of social and rational life, so that look where we will, in a boy’s game, or in the strifes of races, a perfect reaction, a perpetual judgment keeps watch and ward. And this appears in a class of facts which concerns all men, within and above their creeds.  18
  Shallow men believe in luck, believe in circumstances: it was somebody’s name, or he happened to be there at the time, or it was so then and another day it would have been otherwise. Strong men believe in cause and effect. 27 The man was born to do it, and his father was born to be the father of him and of his deed; and by looking narrowly you shall see there was no luck in the matter; but it was all a problem in arithmetic, or an experiment in chemistry. The curve of the flight of the moth is preordained, and all things go by number, rule and weight.  19
  Skepticism is unbelief in cause and effect. A man does not see that as he eats, so he thinks; as he deals, so he is, and so he appears; he does not see that his son is the son of his thoughts and of his actions; that fortunes are not exceptions but fruit; that relation and connection are not somewhere and sometimes, but everywhere and always; no miscellany, no exemption, no anomaly,—but method, and an even web; and what comes out, that was put in. As we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the builders of our fortunes; cant and lying and the attempt to secure a good which does not belong to us, are, once for all, balked and vain. 28 But, in the human mind, this tie of fate is made alive. The law is the basis of the human mind. In us, it is inspiration; out there in nature we see its fatal strength. We call it the moral sentiment.  20
  We owe to the Hindoo Scriptures a definition of Law, which compares well with any in our Western books. “Law it is, which is without name, or color, or hands, or feet; which is smallest of the least, and largest of the large; all, and knowing all things; which hears without ears, sees without eyes, moves without feet and seizes without hands.” 29  21
  If any reader tax me with using vague and traditional phrases, let me suggest to him by a few examples what kind of a trust this is, and how real. Let me show him that the dice are loaded; 30 that the colors are fast, because they are the native colors of the fleece; that the globe is a battery, because every atom is a magnet; and that the police and sincerity of the universe are secured by God’s delegating his divinity to every particle; that there is no room for hypocrisy, no margin for choice.  22
  The countryman leaving his native village for the first time and going abroad, finds all his habits broken up. In a new nation and language, his sect, as Quaker, or Lutheran, is lost. What! it is not then necessary to the order and existence of society? He misses this, and the commanding eye of his neighborhood, which held him to decorum. This is the peril of New York, of New Orleans, of London, of Paris, to young men. But after a little experience he makes the discovery that there are no large cities,—none large enough to hide in; that the censors of action are as numerous and as near in Paris as in Littleton or Portland; that the gossip is as prompt and vengeful. There is no concealment, and for each offence a several vengeance; that reaction, or nothing for nothing, or, things are as broad as they are long, is not a rule for Littleton or Portland, but for the universe.  23
  We cannot spare the coarsest muniment of virtue. We are disgusted by gossip, yet it is of importance to keep the angels in their proprieties. The smallest fly will draw blood, and gossip is a weapon impossible to exclude from the privatest, highest, selectest. Nature created a police of many ranks. God has delegated himself to a million deputies. From these low external penalties the scale ascends. Next come the resentments, the fears which injustice calls out; then the false relations in which the offender is put to other men; and the reaction of his fault on himself, in the solitude and devastation of his mind. 31  24
  You cannot hide any secret. If the artist succor his flagging spirits by opium or wine, his work will characterize itself as the effect of opium or wine. If you make a picture or a statue, it sets the beholder in that state of mind you had when you made it. If you spend for show, on building or gardening or on pictures or on equipages, it will so appear. We are all physiognomists and penetrators of character, and things themselves are detective. If you follow the suburban fashion in building a sumptuous-looking house for a little money, it will appear to all eyes as a cheap dear house. There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in the civilized world. Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding. If a man wish to conceal anything he carries, those whom he meets know that he conceals somewhat, and usually know what he conceals. Is it otherwise if there be some belief or some purpose he would bury in his breast? ’T is as hard to hide as fire. He is a strong man who can hold down his opinion. A man cannot utter two or three sentences without disclosing to intelligent ears precisely where he stands in life and thought, namely, whether in the kingdom of the senses and the understanding, or in that of ideas and imagination, in the realm of intuitions and duty. People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character. We can only see what we are, and if we misbehave we suspect others. The fame of Shakspeare or of Voltaire, of Thomas à Kempis or of Bonaparte, characterizes those who give it. As gaslight is found to be the best nocturnal police, so the universe protects itself by pitiless publicity. 32  25
  Each must be armed—not necessarily with musket and pike. Happy, if, seeing these, he can feel that he has better muskets and pikes in his energy and constancy. To every creature is his own weapon, however skilfully concealed from himself, a good while. His work is sword and shield. 33 Let him accuse none, let him injure none. The way to mend the bad world is to create the right world. Here is a low political economy plotting to cut the throat of foreign competition and establish our own; excluding others by force, or making war on them; or by cunning tariffs giving preference to worse wares of ours. But the real and lasting victories are those of peace and not of war. The way to conquer the foreign artisan is, not to kill him, but to beat his work. 34 And the Crystal Palaces and World Fairs, with their committees and prizes on all kinds of industry, are the result of this feeling. The American workman who strikes ten blows with his hammer whilst the foreign workman only strikes one, is as really vanquishing that foreigner as if the blows were aimed at and told on his person. I look on that man as happy, who, when there is question of success, looks into his work for a reply, not into the market, not into opinion, not into patronage. In every variety of human employment, in the mechanical and in the fine arts, in navigation, in farming, in legislating, there are, among the numbers who do their task perfunctorily, as we say, or just to pass, and as badly as they dare,—there are the working men, on whom the burden of the business falls; those who love work, and love to see it rightly done; who finish their task for its own sake; and the state and the world is happy that has the most of such finishers. The world will always do justice at last to such finishers; it cannot otherwise. He who has acquired the ability may wait securely the occasion of making it felt and appreciated, and know that it will not loiter. Men talk as if victory were something fortunate. Work is victory. Wherever work is done, victory is obtained. There is no chance, and no blanks. You want but one verdict; if you have your own you are secure of the rest. And yet, if witnesses are wanted, witnesses are near. There was never a man born so wise or good but one or more companions came into the world with him, who delight in his faculty and report it. I cannot see without awe that no man thinks alone and no man acts alone, but the divine assessors who came up with him into life,—now under one disguise, now under another, like a police in citizens’ clothes,—walk with him, step for step, through all the kingdom of time. 35  26
  This reaction, this sincerity is the property of all things. To make our word or act sublime, we must make it real. It is our system that counts, not the single word or unsupported action. Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are. What I am and what I think is conveyed to you, in spite of my efforts to hold it back. What I am has been secretly conveyed from me to another, whilst I was vainly making up my mind to tell him it. He has heard from me what I never spoke.  27
  As men get on in life, they acquire a love for sincerity, and somewhat less solicitude to be lulled or amused. In the progress of the character, there is an increasing faith in the moral sentiment, and a decreasing faith in propositions. Young people admire talents and particular excellences. As we grow older we value total powers and effects, as the spirit or quality of the man. We have another sight, and a new standard; an insight which disregards what is done for the eye, and pierces to the doer; an ear which hears not what men say, but hears what they do not say.  28
  There was a wise, devout man who is called, in the Catholic Church, St. Philip Neri, of whom many anecdotes touching his discernment and benevolence are told at Naples and Rome. Among the nuns is a convent not far from Rome, one had appeared who laid claim to certain rare gifts of inspiration and prophecy, and the abbess advised the Holy Father of the wonderful powers shown by her novice. The Pope did not well know what to make of these new claims, and Philip coming in from a journey one day, he consulted him. Philip undertook to visit the nun and ascertain her character. He threw himself on his mule, all travel-soiled as he was, and hastened through the mud and mire to the distant convent. He told the abbess the wishes of his Holiness, and begged her to summon the nun without delay. The nun was sent for, and as soon as she came into the apartment, Philip stretched out his leg, all bespattered with mud, and desired her to draw off his boots. The young nun, who had become the object of much attention and respect, drew back with anger, and refused the office: Philip ran out of doors, mounted his mule and returned instantly to the Pope; “Give yourself no uneasiness, Holy Father, any longer: here is no miracle, for here is no humility.” 36  29
  We need not much mind what people please to say, but what they must say; what their natures say, though their busy; artful, Yankee understandings try to hold back and choke that word, and to articulate something different. If we will sit quietly, what they ought to say is said, with their will or against their will. We do not care for you, let us pretend what we may:—we are always looking through you to the dim dictator behind you. Whilst your habit or whim chatters, we civilly and impatiently wait until that wise superior shall speak again. Even children are not deceived by the false reasons which their parents give in answer to their questions, whether touching natural facts, or religion, or persons. When the parent, instead of thinking how it really is, puts them off with a traditional or a hypocritical answer, the children perceive that it is traditional or hypocritical. To a sound constitution the defect of another is at once manifest; and the marks of it are only concealed from us by our own dislocation. An anatomical observer remarks that the sympathies of the chest, abdomen and pelvis tell at last on the face, and on all its features. Not only does our beauty waste, but it leaves word how it went to waste. Physiognomy and phrenology are not new sciences, but declarations of the soul that it is aware of certain new sources of information. And now sciences of broader scope are starting up behind these. 37 And so for ourselves it is really of little importance what blunders in statement we make, so only we make no wilful departures from the truth. How a man’s truth comes to mind, long after we have forgotten all his words! How it comes to us in silent hours, that truth is our only armor in all passages of life and death! Wit is cheap, and anger is cheap; but if you cannot argue or explain yourself to the other party, cleave to the truth, against me, against thee, and you gain a station from which you cannot be dislodged. The other party will forget the words that you spoke, but the part you took continues to plead for you. 38  30
  Why should I hasten to solve every riddle which life offers me? I am well assured that the Questioner who brings me so many problems will bring the answers also in due time. Very rich, very potent, very cheerful Giver that he is, he shall have it all his own way, for me. Why should I give up my thought, because I cannot answer an objection to it? Consider only whether it remains in my life the same it was. That only which we have within, can we see without. If we meet no gods, it is because we harbor none. If there is grandeur in you, you will find grandeur in porters and sweeps. He only is rightly immortal to whom all things are immortal. I have read somewhere that none is accomplished so long as any are incomplete; that the happiness of one cannot consist with the misery of any other.  31
  The Buddhists say, “No seed will die:” every seed will grow. Where is the service which can escape its remuneration? What is vulgar, and the essence of all vulgarity, but the avarice of reward? ’T is difference of artisan and artist, of talent and genius, of sinner and saint. The man whose eyes are nailed, not on the nature of his act but on the wages, whether it be money, or office, or fame, is almost equally low. He is great whose eyes are opened to see that the reward of actions cannot be escaped, because he is transformed into his action, and taketh its nature, which bears its own fruit, like every other tree. A great man cannot be hindered of the effect of his act, because it is immediate. The genius of life is friendly to the noble, and in the dark brings them friends from far. Fear God, and where you go, men shall think they walk in hallowed cathedrals.  32
  And so I look on those sentiments which make the glory of the human being, love, humility, faith, as being also the intimacy of Divinity in the atoms; and that as soon as the man is right, assurances and previsions emanate from the interior of his body and his mind; as, when flowers reach their ripeness, incense exhales from them, and as a beautiful atmosphere is generated from the planet by the averaged emanations from all its rocks and soils. 39  33
  Thus man is made equal to every event. He can face danger for the right. A poor, tender, painful body, he can run into flame or bullets or pestilence, with duty for his guide. He feels the insurance of a just employment. I am not afraid of accident as long as I am in my place. It is strange that superior persons should not feel that they have some better resistance against cholera than avoiding green peas and salads. Life is hardly respectable,—is it? if it has no generous, guaranteeing task, no duties or affections that constitute a necessity of existing. Every man’s task is his life-preserver. The conviction that his work is dear to God and cannot be spared, defends him. The lightning-rod that disarms the cloud of its threat is his body in its duty. A high aim reacts on the means, on the days, on the organs of the body. A high aim is curative, as well as arnica. “Napoleon,” says Goethe, “visited those sick of the plague, in order to prove that the man who could vanquish fear could vanquish the plague also; and he was right. It is incredible what force the will has in such cases; it penetrates the body and puts it in a state of activity which repels all hurtful influences; whilst fear invites them.”  34
  It is related of William of Orange, that whilst he was besieging a town on the continent, a gentleman sent to him on public business came to his camp, and, learning that the king was before the walls, he ventured to go where he was. He found him directing the operation of his gunners, and having explained his errand and received his answer, the king said, “Do you not know, sir, that every moment you spend here is at the risk of your life?” “I run no more risk,” replied the gentleman, “than your Majesty.” “Yes,” said the king, “but my duty brings me here, and yours does not.” In a few minutes a cannon-ball fell on the spot, and the gentleman was killed.  35
  Thus can the faithful student reverse all the warnings of his early instinct, under the guidance of a deeper instinct. He learns to welcome misfortune, learns that adversity is the prosperity of the great. He learns the greatness of humility. He shall work in the dark, work against failure, pain and ill-will. 40 If he is insulted, he can be insulted; all his affair is not to insult. Hafiz writes,—
  “At the last day, men shall wear
On their heads the dust,
As ensign and as ornament
Of their lowly trust.”
  The moral equalizes all: enriches, empowers all. It is the coin which buys all, and which all find in their pocket. Under the whip of the driver, the slave shall feel his equality with saints and heroes. In the greatest destitution and calamity it surprises man with a feeling of elasticity which makes nothing of loss.  37
  I recall some traits of a remarkable person whose life and discourse betrayed many inspirations of this sentiment. Benedict was always great in the present time. He had hoarded nothing from the past, neither in his cabinets, neither in his memory. He had no designs on the future, neither for what he should do to men, nor for what men should do for him. He said, “I am never beaten until I know that I am beaten. I meet powerful, brutal people to whom I have no skill to reply. They think they have defeated me. It is so published in society, in the journals; I am defeated in this fashion, in all men’s sight, perhaps on a dozen different lines. My ledger may show that I am in debt, cannot yet make my ends meet and vanquish the enemy so. My race may not be prospering; we are sick, ugly, obscure, unpopular. My children may be worsted. I seem to fail in my friends and clients, too. That is to say, in all the encounters that have yet chanced, I have not been weaponed for that particular occasion, and have been historically beaten; and yet I know all the time that I have never been beaten; have never yet fought, shall certainly fight when my hour comes, and shall beat.” “A man,” says the Vishnu Sarma, “who having well compared his own strength or weakness with that of others, after all doth not know the difference, is easily overcome by his enemies.”  38
  “I spent,” he said, “ten months in the country. Thick-starred Orion was my only companion. Wherever a squirrel or a bee can go with security, I can go. I ate whatever was set before me; I touched ivy and dogwood. When I went abroad, I kept company with every man on the road, for I knew that my evil and my good did not come from these, but from the Spirit, whose servant I was. For I could not stoop to be a circumstance, as they did who put their life into their fortune and their company. I would not degrade myself by casting about in my memory for a thought, nor by waiting for one. If the thought come, I would give it entertainment. It should, as it ought, go into my hands and feet; but if it come not spontaneously, it comes not rightly at all. If it can spare me, I am sure I can spare it. It shall be the same with my friends. I will never woo the loveliest. I will not ask any friendship or favor. When I come to my own, we shall both know it. Nothing will be to be asked or to be granted.” Benedict went out to seek his friend, and met him on the way; but he expressed no surprise at any coincidences. On the other hand, if he called at the door of his friend and he was not at home, he did not go again; concluding that he had misinterpreted the intimations.  39
  He had the whim not to make an apology to the same individual whom he had wronged. For this he said was a piece of personal vanity; but he would correct his conduct, in that respect in which he had faulted, to the next person he should meet. Thus, he said, universal justice was satisfied. 41  40
  Mira came to ask what she should do with the poor Genesee woman who had hired herself to work for her, at a shilling a day, and, now sickening, was like to be bedridden on her hands. Should she keep her, or should she dismiss her? But Benedict said, “Why ask? One thing will clear itself as the thing to be done, and not another, when the hour comes. Is it a question whether to put her into the street? Just as much whether to thrust the little Jenny on your arm into the street. The milk and meal you give the beggar will fatten Jenny. Thrust the woman out, and you thrust your babe out of doors, whether it so seem to you or not.”  41
  In the Shakers, so called, I find one piece of belief, in the doctrine which they faithfully hold that encourages them to open their doors to every wayfaring man who proposes to come among them; for, they say, the Spirit will presently manifest to the man himself and to the society what manner of person he is, and whether he belongs among them. They do not receive him, they do not reject him. And not in vain have they worn their clay coat, and drudged in their fields, and shuffled in their Bruin dance, from year to year, if they have truly learned thus much wisdom.  42
  Honor him whose life is perpetual victory; him who, by sympathy with the invisible and real, finds support in labor, instead of praise; who does not shine, and would rather not. With eyes open, he makes the choice of virtue which outrages the virtuous; of religion which churches stop their discords to burn and exterminate; for the highest virtue is always against the law. 42  43
  Miracle comes to the miraculous, not to the arithmetician. Talent and success interest me but moderately. The great class, they who affect our imagination, the men who could not make their hands meet around their objects, the rapt, the lost, the fools of ideas,—they suggest what they cannot execute. They speak to the ages, and are heard from afar. The Spirit does not love cripples and malformations. If there ever was a good man, be certain there was another and will be more.  44
  And so in relation to that future hour, that spectre clothed with beauty at our curtain by night, at our table by day,—the apprehension, the assurance of a coming change. The race of mankind have always offered at least this implied thanks for the gift of existence,—namely, the terror of its being taken away; the insatiable curiosity and appetite for its continuation. The whole revelation that is vouchsafed us is the gentle trust, which, in our experience, we find will cover also with flowers the slopes of this chasm. 43  45
  Of immortality, the soul when well employed is incurious. It is so well, that it is sure it will be well. It asks no questions of the Supreme Power. The son of Antiochus asked his father when he would join battle. “Dost thou fear,” replied the king, “that thou only in all the army wilt not hear the trumpet?” ’T is a higher thing to confide that if it is best we should live, we shall live,—’t is higher to have this conviction than to have the lease of indefinite centuries and millenniums and æons. Higher than the question of our duration is the question of our deserving. Immortality will come to such as are fit for it, and he who would be a great soul in future must be a great soul now. It is a doctrine too great to rest on any legend, that is, on any man’s experience but our own. It must be proved, if at all, from our own activity and designs, which imply an interminable future for their play. 44  46
  What is called religion effeminates and demoralizes. Such as you are, the gods themselves could not help you. Men are too often unfit to live, from their obvious inequality to their own necessities; or they suffer from politics, or bad neighbors, or from sickness, and they would gladly know that they were to be dismissed from the duties of life. But the wise instinct asks, ‘How will death help them?’ These are not dismissed when they die. You shall not wish for death out of pusillanimity. The weight of the universe is pressed down on the shoulders of each moral agent to hold him to his task. The only path of escape known in all the worlds of God is performance. You must do your work, before you shall be released. And as far as it is a question of fact respecting the government of the universe, Marcus Antoninus summed the whole in a word, “It is pleasant to die if there be gods, and sad to live if there be none.”  47
  And so I think that the last lesson of life, the choral song which rises from all elements and all angels, is a voluntary obedience, a necessitated freedom. Man is made of the same atoms as the world is, he shares the same impressions, predispositions and destiny. When his mind is illuminated, when his heart is kind, he throws himself joyfully into the sublime order, and does, with knowledge, what the stones do by structure.  48
  The religion which is to guide and fulfil the present and coming ages, whatever else it be, must be intellectual. The scientific mind must have a faith which is science. “There are two things,” said Mahomet, “which I abhor, the learned in his infidelities, and the fool in his devotions.” Our times are impatient of both, and specially of the last. Let us have nothing now which is not its own evidence. There is surely enough for the heart and imagination in the religion itself. Let us not be pestered with assertions and half-truths, with emotion and snuffle. 45  49
  There will be a new church founded on moral science; at first cold and naked, a babe in a manger again, the algebra and mathematics of ethical law, the church of men to come, without shawms, or psaltery, or sackbut; but it will have heaven and earth for its beams and rafters; science for symbol and illustration; it will fast enough gather beauty, music, picture, poetry. Was never stoicism so stern and exigent as this shall be. It shall send man home to his central solitude, shame these social, supplicating manners, and make him know that much of the time he must have himself to his friend. He shall expect no coöperation, he shall walk with no companion. The nameless Thought, the nameless Power, the super-personal Heart,—he shall repose alone on that. 46 He needs only his own verdict. No good fame can help, no bad fame can hurt him. The Laws are his consolers, the good Laws themselves are alive, they know if he have kept them, they animate him with the leading of great duty, and an endless horizon. Honor and fortune exist to him who always recognizes the neighborhood of the great,—always feels himself in the presence of high causes.  50
Note 1. The suggestion or request has more than once been made that the essays of Emerson on Worship, The Over-Soul, The Sovereignty of Ethics, Spiritual Laws and Immortality be collected into one volume as a “religious work.” This has never been done, for such grouping seemed inappropriate to the history of the writer and the character of his works. Although his conduct of public worship and his thoughts on revealed or natural religion, delivered from the pulpit, had caused doubt or alarm to those to whom faith or custom made certain forms or doctrines seem essential, a few years after he resigned his charge they heard kindred thoughts with increasing interest and pleasure in his week-day courses on “The Philosophy of History,” “Human Culture” and “Human Life.” As the great laws, alike for matter and spirit, everywhere prevail, it became his office to show, as he said in an early verse, that
    In the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.
So, whatever the title of the lecture or essay might be, whether it dealt with farming or politics, education or poetry or aristocracy, the ascension from simple every-day matters, from symbol to meaning, was sure to be found somewhere. Even dark Nemesis is made beneficent. In the first essay in this volume Mr. Emerson said, “But to see how fate slides into freedom and freedom into fate, observe how far the roots of every creature run, or find if you can a point where there is no thread of connection…. This knot of nature is so well tied that nobody was ever cunning enough to find the two ends.”
  This doctrine of Unity he also presents in an astronomic image in “Uriel” and elsewhere:—
  Line in Nature is not found,
Unit and Universe are round.
In vain produced, all rays return,
Evil will bless and ice will burn.
So subjects as diverse as Fate, Power, Wealth, Culture and Behavior, Emerson could not present quite apart from one another, but as parts of a wondrous tissue. More than that, Deity says, as in “Brahma:”—
  They reckon ill who leave me out,—
and the workings of Spirit appear in all,—the Universal Mind or Over-Soul of which each human being is a channel. “Worship” therefore fitly follows the others, and its motto tells of man’s inalienable inheritance of God. [back]
Note 2. Ralph Cudworth (1617–88), an English philosophic divine. His principal work was The True Intellectual System of the Universe, with purpose to establish belief in human liberty as against fatalism. He also wrote a Treatise concerning Eternal and Immutable Morality.
  While a student at Harvard College Mr. Emerson read Cudworth with great pleasure, because by this author he was introduced to the teachings of Plato. [back]
Note 3. Mr. Emerson said one should not think about one’s example in good deeds, “but act always from the simplest motive.” The celestial bodies and their ordered motion were a source of inspiration to him.
  With aim like yours
I watch your course,
Who never break your lawful dance
By error or intemperance.
O birds of ether without wings!
O heavenly ships without a sail!
O fire of fire! O best of things!
O mariners who never fail!
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An animated law, a presence to exalt.
“The Poet,” Poems, Appendix.    
Note 4. Young, Night Thoughts. [back]
Note 5. In his later years Mr. Emerson was pleased with Bret Harte’s first stories in The Luck of Roaring Camp; and glad to know of the young author, like Seyd in his own “Beauty,” that
  In dens of passion and pits of woe
He saw strong Eros struggling through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse.
Note 6. Mr. Emerson made visits to the Shakers of Harvard and Shirley once and again, and had friendly and respectful relations with their elders, with whom he occasionally sat and talked in the cars on their way to Boston. [back]
Note 7. In some sheets on the New Religion, which perhaps were in “Worship” when first delivered, is the following passage, a part of which was later used in “The Preacher” (Lectures and Biographical Sketches):—
  “I see movement, I hear aspirations, but I see not how the Great God prepares to satisfy the heart in the new order of things. No church, no state, emerges. When we have extricated ourselves from all the embarrassments of the social problem, the oracle does not yet emit any light on the mode of individual life. A thousand negatives it utters, clear and strong on all sides; but the sacred affirmative, it hides in the deepest abyss. We do not see that heroic resolutions will save men from those tides which a most fatal moon heaps and levels in the moral emotive and intellectual nature. It looks as if there was much doubt, much waiting, to be endured by the best,—the heavy hours. Perhaps there must be austere elections and determinations before any clear vision of the way is given. Yet eternal joy and a light heart dwell within the muse for ever and ever, and the austerity of her true lovers can never be harsh or moping.” [back]
Note 8. Iliad, xxi. 455. [back]
Note 9. Both of these stories of King Olaf’s methods of convincing his subjects of the beauty of the Christian religion are from the Saga of King Olaf Trygvesson in volume one of Laing’s Heimskringla. The incident of Raud the Strong is told in Longfellow’s fine rendering of the Olaf Saga in Tales of a Wayside Inn. [back]
Note 10. “Mathen” means moths or worms. The extract is from “Merlin” in Ellis’s Early English Metrical Romances, but Mr. Emerson in some degree modified the old spelling. [back]
Note 11. From The Legend of Good Women. In English Traits Mr. Emerson quotes the monk’s story of King Richard’s prayer, as showing the British spirit. [back]
Note 12. With disgust tempered by his sense of humor, Mr. Emerson, on his return from church one Sunday in 1837, wrote:—
  “The pagan theology of our churches treats Heaven as an inevitable evil which, as there is no help against, the best way is to put the best face on the matter we can. ‘From whence,’ said the good preacher in his prayer, ‘we shall not be able to return.’ Truth will out.” [back]
Note 13. Probably alluding to some communities then recently established in the Middle States, in which Free Love was one of the articles of faith. [back]
Note 14. The “spiritual” manifestations in the shape of knockings had invaded Concord at this time. Of their chief exponent, a humble maker of pocket-books in Concord, Mr. Emerson used to say, “Mr. M—— is a great wag.” Judge Hoar remarked to a lady, who was suggesting that there might prove to be something in these manifestations, “But you will admit, my dear lady, that this treasure, if such it be, is vouchsafed to us in earthen vessels.”
  Mr. Thoreau wrote, in his disgust, that his neighbors in Concord believed in spirits that the very bullfrogs in their meadows would blackball, that no respectable junk-bottle would condescend to hold for one moment; and said that if he could be made to believe in such a heaven as the Spiritualist believed in, he “would take stock in the first Total Annihilation Company that offered.”
  Mr. Emerson’s aversion to low peeping and prying into what was wisely veiled is shown in one of his earlier lectures, “Demonology,” printed in Lectures and Biographical Sketches. [back]
Note 15. This phrase, which, at the time these lectures were read, was much in the mouths of the brave opponents of human slavery, then propped by the law of the land, is thus alluded to by Mr. Emerson in his journal: “The worst symptom I have noticed in our politics lately is the attempt to make a gibe out of Seward’s appeal to a higher law than the Constitution, and Webster has taken part in it. I have seen him [Seward] snubbed as ‘Higher-Law Seward.’” In Mr. Emerson’s lecture on the “Fugitive-Slave Law,” read in New York on March 7, 1854, he says of Webster, “He did as immoral men usually do, made very low bows to the Christian Church, and went through all the Sunday decorums, but when allusion was made to the question of duty and the sanctions of morality, he very frankly said at Albany, ‘Some higher law, something existing somewhere between here and the third heaven,—I do not know where,’ And, if the reporters say true, this wretched atheism found some laughter in the company.” [back]
Note 16. In the first series of the Biglow Papers, Mr. Lowell made an important and witty attack on the aggressive imperialism of that day, with its watchwords as to “our Destiny,” and the “Anglo-Saxon idea” (recently revived by public speakers). His rustic private from Massachusetts in the Mexican War begins to see through the politicians’ oratory, and writes home,—
                          “Ef these creeturs
Thet stick an Anglosaxon mask onto State-prison feeturs
Should come to Jaalam Centre fer to argify an’ spout on ’t,
The gals ’ould count the silver spoons the minnit they cleared out on ’t.”
Note 17. Attributing the lack of faith to a mere surface view, Mr. Emerson wrote at about this period in a lecture on Character, “Given the insight, and a man will find as many beauties and heroes and strokes of genius close by him as Dante or Shakspeare beheld…. You find the times and places mean—stretch a few threads over an Æolian harp and put it in the window, and listen to what it says of the times and of the heart of Nature. You shall not believe the miracle of Nature is less, the chemical power worn out. Watch the waking morning, or the enchantments of the sunset!” [back]
Note 18. Here he brings forward his belief, comforting and inspiring, in the Universal Mind, the Over-Soul, found in the old religions of Asia, its Christian expression being in the words, “In Him we live and move and have our being.”
  In his Oration at Waterville in 1841, Mr. Emerson had said, “Not thanks, not prayer seem quite the highest or truest name for our communication with the infinite,—but glad and conspiring reception,—reception that becomes giving in its turn, as the receiver is only the All-Giver in part and in infancy. I cannot,—nor can any man,—speak precisely of things so sublime, but it seems to me the wit of man, his strength, his grace, his tendency, his art, is the grace and the presence of God. It is beyond explanation. When all is said and done, the rapt saint is found the only logician. Not exhortation, not argument becomes our lips, but pæans of joy and praise. But not of adulation: we are too nearly related in the deep of the mind to that we honor. It is God in us which checks the language of petition by a grander thought. In the bottom of the heart it is said: ‘I am, and by me, O child! this fair body and world of thine stands and grows. I am: all things are mine: and all mine are thine.’”
  In the journal for 1845 he wrote, “On great questions of thought the company become aware of their unity, aware that the thought rises to an equal height in all bosoms, that all have a spiritual property in what was said as well as the sayer.”
  The word ecstasy in the next sentence in the text bears its exact classical meaning of the soul taking a station outside its lower personality; as Galahad, seeing that it was written on the Siege Perilous at the Round Table, that who should sit therein should lose himself, at once sat in it, crying,—
  “If I lose myself, I save myself!”
Note 19.
  See thou bring not to field or stone
  The fancies found in books;
Leave authors’ eyes and fetch your own,
  To brave the landscape’s looks.
“Waldeinsamkeit,” Poems.    
Note 20. “What anthropomorphists we are in this, that we cannot let moral distinctions be, but must mould them into human shape! ‘Mere morality’ means—not put into a personal master of morals.”—“Sovereignty of Ethics,” Lectures and Biographical Sketches. [back]
Note 21. This passage recalls that in which Thoreau speaks of “the charm of Nature’s demeanor towards us; strict conscientiousness and disregard of us when we have ceased to have regard for ourselves. So she can never offend us. How true she is, and never swerves. In her most genial moment her laws are as steadfastly and relentlessly fulfilled, though the Decalogue is rhymed and set to sweetest music, as in her sternest.” [back]
Note 22. Mr. Emerson wrote in “Nature:”—
  “In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.”
  For the religion of his fathers in their day Mr. Emerson had great respect. He said of the old Puritanism, in his sketch of Dr. Ripley, that, however in its last days it declined into formalism, in the heyday of its strength it had planted and liberated America. To this purpose is the following, from a stray sheet: “Religion has failed; yes, the religion of another man has failed to save me. But it has saved him. We speak of the past with pity and reprobation, but through the enormities, evils, and temptations of the past, saints and heroes have slipped into heaven. There is no spot but has been a battlefield. There is no religion, no church, no sect, no year of history, but has served men to rise by, to scale the walls of heaven and feast with angels. Our fathers are saved; the same conflicts have always stood as now with slight shiftings of scene and costume.” [back]
Note 23. This thought is found in the poem which serves as motto to “Fate” in this volume. With this may be compared the lines, in the Appendix to the Poems, about the crowning grace that befalls the Poet,—
  The purging of his eye
To see the people of the sky.
Note 24. Quantus amor, tantus animus, is the motto of one of the journals. “Love is the solution of mine and thine,” he wrote in an early essay. The omnipresent working of the god Love in a higher sense than the Greek conception is celebrated in the poem “Eros.” [back]
Note 25. Celestial motion, and polarity everywhere, were constantly used as symbols by Mr. Emerson, as in “Compensation:”—
  The lonely Earth amid the balls
That hurry through the eternal halls,
A makeweight flying to the void,
Supplemental asteroid,
Or compensatory spark,
Shoots across the neutral dark.
  And in “The Sphinx:”—
  The journeying atoms,
  Primordial wholes,
Firmly draw, firmly drive,
  By their animate poles.
Note 26. In “Circles” he says that all nature is “the rapid efflux of goodness executing and organizing itself.” [back]
Note 27. This quality of Napoleon is dwelt upon in Representative Men. [back]
Note 28. The epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher’s play, An Honest Man’s Fortune, was admired by Mr. Emerson, especially the lines,—
  “Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.”
  It is printed in his collection of verse, Parnassus. [back]
Note 29. Probably from the Vishnu Purana. [back]
Note 30. [Greek], The dice of Zeus always fall aright, is a fragment from a lost play of Sophocles. [back]
Note 31. Mr. Emerson embodies his thoughts on man’s debt to the safeguards against sin in a little poem, written early, called “Grace.” His friend Rev. William H. Channing made use of it in his portion of the memoir of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (the joint work of himself, Rev. James Freeman Clarke and Mr. Emerson), crediting it there to George Herbert. When the manuscript came to Mr. Emerson, he wrote to Mr. Channing, saying that the verses, to which he had done the unspeakable honor of attributing them to Herbert, were his own, and asked him to omit them. They are printed in the Appendix to the Poems. [back]
Note 32.
  Every thought is public,
Every nook is wide;
Thy gossips spread each whisper,
And the gods from side to side.
“Hush,” Quatrain, Poems.    
Note 33. Journal, 1851. “To every reproach I know but one answer, namely, to go again to my own work. ‘But you neglect your relations.’ Yes, too true; then I will work the harder. ‘But you have no genius.’ Yes; then I will work the harder. ‘But you have no virtues.’ Yes; then I will work the harder. ‘But you have detached yourself and acquired the aversation of all decent people: you must regain some position and relation!’ Yes, I will work the harder.” [back]
Note 34. Journal. “I have no knowledge of trade. There is not a sciolist who cannot shut my mouth and my understanding by strings of facts that seem to prove the wisdom of tariffs. But my faith in freedom of trade, as the rule, returns always. If the Creator has made oranges, coffee and pineapples in Cuba and refused them to Massachusetts, I cannot see why we should put a fine on the Cubans for bringing these to us,—a fine so heavy as to enable Massachusetts men to build costly palm-houses and glass conservatories under which to coax these poor plants to ripen under our hard skies, and thus discourage the poor planter from sending them to gladden the very cottages here. We punish the planter there and punish the consumer here for adding these benefits to life. Tax opium, tax poisons, tax brandy, gin, wine, hasheesh, tobacco and whatever articles of pure luxury, but not healthy and delicious food.” [back]
Note 35. “We say, Dear God, the life of man is not by man, it is consentaneous and far-related. It came with the sun and nature, it is crescive and vegetative, and it is with it as with the sun and the grass. The powers that I want will be supplied, as I am supplied, and the philosophy of trust is sustained by all the oracles of the universe.”—Sheet from an old lecture. [back]
Note 36. Filippo Neri (1515–95), a Florentine priest remarkable for his energy and humanity, guided by good sense and humor, with marked executive ability. He was the founder of the fraternity called the Most Sacred Trinity of the Pilgrims and the Convalescents, for the help of both these classes of persons. He also founded and was long the governor of the Congregation of the Oratory, a community of secular priests. In 1622 he was canonized. [back]
Note 37. “Character makes flesh and blood comely and alive, adorns wrinkles and silver hairs.”—Lecture on “Character,” 1842. [back]
Note 38. In the journal for 1842 this passage ends thus: “I will speak the truth also in my secret heart, or think the truth against what is called God.” [back]
Note 39. “The astronomers are very eager to know whether the moon has an atmosphere: I am only concerned that every man have one.”—“Aristocracy,” Lectures and Biographical Sketches. [back]
Note 40.
  Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.
“Heroism,” Poems.    
  Journal, 1830. “We are to be so humble as to be of the greatest possible service to all men. We are to be always accessible to truth, as the proud are not. Yet every sin are we to scorn with an imperial superiority. Then to keep an independence of all men—dazzling men and bad men—how hard! It needs this great equilibrium, the relation to God which sets all right.” [back]
Note 41. Benedict is of course mythical, but there is much biography and autobiography in the picture. “Guy,” and the forester in “Woodnotes,” I., in the Poems may be brought to mind by some of the sentences. [back]
Note 42. “From God appeal to the God of God” [truth], he said, in the lecture “Character” in 1842. The beautiful poem of William Allingham called “The Touchstone” is called to mind here. It was a favorite of Mr. Emerson’s and is included in his Parnassus. [back]
Note 43. Journal, 1844. “Once ‘the rose of Sharon perfumed our graves,’ as Behmen said; but now if a man dies, it is like a grave dug in the snow; it is a ghastly fact abhorrent to nature, and we never mention it. Death is as natural as life, and should be sweet and graceful.” [back]
Note 44. Journal. “What is the Fall, what Sin, what Death, with this eternal Soul under us originating benefit for evermore?” [back]
Note 45. While still the minister of the Second Church, Mr. Emerson made the following entry in the book which he called “Sermons and Journal:”—
  “May 3d, 1828. It is proposed as a question whether the business of the preacher is not simply to hunt out and to exhibit the analogies between Moral and Material nature in such manner as to have a bearing upon practice.”
  In his course given in Boston in the winter of 1836–37, in Lecture VI., “Religion,” he said:—
  “The man of this age must be matriculated in the university of sciences and tendencies flowing from all past periods. He must not be one who can be surprised and shipwrecked by every bold and subtle word which malignant and acute men may utter in his hearing; but should be taught all skepticisms and unbeliefs, and made the destroyer of all card houses and paper walls, and the sifter of all opinions, by being put face to face from his infancy with Reality.
  “A man who has accustomed himself to look at all his circumstance as very mutable; to carry his possessions, his relation to persons and even his opinions in his hand, and in all these to pierce to the principle and moral law, and everywhere to find that; has put himself out of the reach of all skepticism; and it seems as if whatever is most affecting and sublime in our intercourse, in our happiness, and in our losses tended steadily to uplift us to a life so extraordinary, one might say superhuman.” [back]
Note 46. In “Self-Reliance” is this sentence, indicating the attitude receptive of the great Self, the Over-Soul, which befits the worshipping human being:—
  “We lie in the lap of immense 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.” [back]

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