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believe; and to such; concert appears the sole specific of strength。

I have failed; and you have failed; but perhaps together we shall not

fail。  Our housekeeping is not satisfactory to us; but perhaps a

phalanx; a community; might be。  Many of us have differed in opinion;

and we could find no man who could make the truth plain; but possibly

a college; or an ecclesiastical council might。  I have not been able

either to persuade my brother or to prevail on myself; to disuse the

traffic or the potation of brandy; but perhaps a pledge of total

abstinence might effectually restrain us。  The candidate my party

votes for is not to be trusted with a dollar; but he will be honest

in the Senate; for we can bring public opinion to bear on him。  Thus

concert was the specific in all cases。  But concert is neither better

nor worse; neither more nor less potent than individual force。  All

the men in the world cannot make a statue walk and speak; cannot make

a drop of blood; or a blade of grass; any more than one man can。  But

let there be one man; let there be truth in two men; in ten men; then

is concert for the first time possible; because the force which moves

the world is a new quality; and can never be furnished by adding

whatever quantities of a different kind。  What is the use of the

concert of the false and the disunited?  There can be no concert in

two; where there is no concert in one。  When the individual is not

_individual;_ but is dual; when his thoughts look one way; and his

actions another; when his faith is traversed by his habits; when his

will; enlightened by reason; is warped by his sense; when with one

hand he rows; and with the other backs water; what concert can be?  I

do not wonder at the interest these projects inspire。  The world is

awaking to the idea of union; and these experiments show what it is

thinking of。  It is and will be magic。  Men will live and

communicate; and plough; and reap; and govern; as by added ethereal

power; when once they are united; as in a celebrated experiment; by

expiration and respiration exactly together; four persons lift a

heavy man from the ground by the little finger only; and without

sense of weight。  But this union must be inward; and not one of

covenants; and is to be reached by a reverse of the methods they use。

The union is only perfect; when all the uniters are isolated。  It is

the union of friends who live in different streets or towns。  Each

man; if he attempts to join himself to others; is on all sides

cramped and diminished of his proportion; and the stricter the union;

the smaller and the more pitiful he is。  But leave him alone; to

recognize in every hour and place the secret soul; he will go up and

down doing the works of a true member; and; to the astonishment of

all; the work will be done with concert; though no man spoke。

Government will be adamantine without any governor。  The union must

be ideal in actual individualism。  I pass to the indication in some

particulars of that faith in man; which the heart is preaching to us

in these days; and which engages the more regard; from the

consideration; that the speculations of one generation are the

history of the next following。  In alluding just now to our system of

education; I spoke of the deadness of its details。  But it is open to

graver criticism than the palsy of its members: it is a system of

despair。  The disease with which the human mind now labors; is want

of faith。  Men do not believe in a power of education。  We do not

think we can speak to divine sentiments in man; and we do not try。

We renounce all high aims。  We believe that the defects of so many

perverse and so many frivolous people; who make up society; are

organic; and society is a hospital of incurables。  A man of good

sense but of little faith; whose compassion seemed to lead him to

church as often as he went there; said to me; 〃that he liked to have

concerts; and fairs; and churches; and other public amusements go

on。〃 I am afraid the remark is too honest; and comes from the same

origin as the maxim of the tyrant; 〃If you would rule the world

quietly; you must keep it amused。〃 I notice too; that the ground on

which eminent public servants urge the claims of popular education is

fear: ‘This country is filling up with thousands and millions of

voters; and you must educate them to keep them from our throats。' We

do not believe that any education; any system of philosophy; any

influence of genius; will ever give depth of insight to a superficial

mind。  Having settled ourselves into this infidelity; our skill is

expended to procure alleviations; diversion; opiates。  We adorn the

victim with manual skill; his tongue with languages; his body with

inoffensive and comely manners。  So have we cunningly hid the tragedy

of limitation and inner death we cannot avert。  Is it strange that

society should be devoured by a secret melancholy; which breaks

through all its smiles; and all its gayety and games?  But even one

step farther our infidelity has gone。  It appears that some doubt is

felt by good and wise men; whether really the happiness and probity

of men is increased by the culture of the mind in those disciplines

to which we give the name of education。  Unhappily; too; the doubt

comes from scholars; from persons who have tried these methods。  In

their experience; the scholar was not raised by the sacred thoughts

amongst which he dwelt; but used them to selfish ends。  He was a

profane person; and became a showman; turning his gifts to a

marketable use; and not to his own sustenance and growth。  It was

found that the intellect could be independently developed; that is;

in separation from the man; as any single organ can be invigorated;

and the result was monstrous。  A canine appetite for knowledge was

generated; which must still be fed; but was never satisfied; and this

knowledge not being directed on action; never took the character of

substantial; humane truth; blessing those whom it entered。  It gave

the scholar certain powers of expression; the power of speech; the

power of poetry; of literary art; but it did not bring him to peace;

or to beneficence。  When the literary class betray a destitution of

faith; it is not strange that society should be disheartened and

sensualized by unbelief。  What remedy?  Life must be lived on a

higher plane。  We must go up to a higher platform; to which we are

always invited to ascend; there; the whole aspect of things changes。

I resist the skepticism of our education; and of our educated men。  I

do not believe that the differences of opinion and character in men

are organic。  I do not recognize; beside the class of the good and

the wise; a permanent class of skeptics; or a class of conservatives;

or of malignants; or of materialists。  I do not believe in two

classes。  You remember the story of the poor woman who importuned

King Philip of Macedon to grant her justice; which Philip refused:

the woman exclaimed; 〃I appeal〃: the king; astonished; asked to whom

she appealed: the woman replied; 〃from Philip drunk to Philip sober。〃

The text will suit me very well。  I believe not in two classes of

men; but in man in two moods; in Philip drunk and Philip sober。  I

think; according to the good…hearted word of Plato; 〃Unwillingly the

soul is deprived of truth。〃 Iron conservative; miser; or thief; no

man is; but by a supposed necessity; which he tolerates by shortness

or torpidity of sight。  The soul lets no man go without some

visitations and holy…days of a diviner presence。  It would be easy to

show; by a narrow scanning of any man's biography; that we are not so

wedded to our paltry performances of every kind; but that every man

has at intervals the grace to scorn his performances; in comparing

them with his belief of what he should do; that he puts himself on

the side of his enemies; listening gladly to what they say of him;

and accusing himself of the same things。  What is it men love in

Genius; but its infinite hope; which degrades all it has done?

Genius counts all its miracles poor and short。  Its own idea it never

executed。  The Iliad; the Hamlet; the Doric column; the Roman arch;

the Gothic minster; the German anthem; when they are ended; the

master casts behind him。  How sinks the song in the waves of melody

which the universe pours over his soul! Before that gracious

Infinite; out of which he drew these few strokes; how mean they look;

though the praises of the world attend them。  From the triumphs of

his art; he turns with desire to this greater defeat。  Let those

admire who will。  With silent joy he sees himself to be capable of a

beauty that eclipses all which his hands have done; all which human

hands have ever done。  Well; we are all the children of genius; the

children of virtue;  and feel their inspirations in our happier

hours。  Is not every man sometimes a radical in politics?  Men are

conservatives when they are least vigorous; or when t

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