STEVENSON ON COMMON PEOPLE 281 more I entered into their life, the more I loved them; and the more it became possible for me to live, too. It came about not onlj' that the life of our society, of the learned and of the rich, disgusted me — more than that, it lost all semblance of meaning in my eyes. All our ac- tions, our deliberations, our sciences, our arts, all appeared to me with a new significance. I understood that these things might be charm- ing pastimes, but that one need seek in them no depth, whereas the life of the hard-work- ing populace, of that multitude of human be- ings who really contribute to existence, ap- peared to me in its true light. I understood that there veritably is life, that the meaning which life there receives is the truth; and I accepted it."* In a similar way does Stevenson appeal to our piety toward the elemental virtue of mankind.
"What a wonderful thmg," he writes, f "is this Man! How surprising are his attributes! Poor soul, here for so little, cast among so many hardships, savagely surrounded, savagely de- scended, irremediably condemned to prey upon his fellow-lives, — who should have blamed him, • My Confession, X. (condensed).
t Across the Ploiua: "Pulvis ct Umbra" (abridged).
282 TALKS TO STUDENTS had he been of a piece with his destiny and a being merely barbarous?...[Yet] it matters not where we look, under what climate we observe him, in what stage of society, in what depth of ignorance, burdened with what erroneous mo- rality; in ships at sea, a man inured to hard- ship and vile pleasures, his brightest hope a fiddle in a tavern, and a bedizened trull who sells herself to rob him, and he, for all that, simple, innocent, cheerful, kindly like a child, constant to toil, brave to drown, for others;...in the slums of cities, moving among indiffer- ent millions to mechanical employments, with- out hope of change in the future, with scarce a pleasure in the present, and yet true to his virtues, honest up to his hghts, kind to his neighbors, tempted perhaps in vain by the bright gin-palace,...often repaying the world's scorn with service, often standing firm upon a scruple;...everywhere some virtue cherished or affected, everywhere some decency of thought and cour- age, everywhere the ensign of man's ineffectual goodness, — ah! if I could show you this! If I could show you these men and women all the world over, in every stage of history, under every abuse of error, under every circumstance of failure, ■without hope, without help, without thanks, still obscurely fighting the lost fight of virtue, still clinging to some rag of honor, the poor jewel of their souls."
All this is as true as it is splendid, and terribly do we need our Tolstois and Stevensons to keep our sense for it alive. Yet you remember the Irishman who, when asked, "Is not one man as good as another?" replied, "Yes; and a great deal better, too!" Similarly (it seems to me) does Tolstoi overcorrect our social prejudices, when he makes his love of the peasant so ex- clusive, and hardens his heart toward the edu- cated man as absolutely as he does. Grant that at Chautauqua there was little moral effort, little sweat or muscular strain in view. Still, deep down in the souls of the participants we may be sure that something of the sort was hid, some inner stress, some vital virtue not found wanting when required. And, after all, the question re- curs, and forces itself upon us. Is it so certain that the surroundings and circumstances of the virtue do make so little difference in the impor- tance of the result? Is the functional utility, the worth to the universe of a certain definite amount of courage, kindliness, and patience, no greater if 284 TALKS TO STUDENTS the possessor of these virtues is in an educated situation, working out far-reaching tasks, than if he be an illiterate nobody, hewing wood and drawing water, just to keep himself alive? Tol- stoi's philosophy, deeply enlightening though it certainly is, remains a false abstraction. It sa- vors too much of that Oriental pessimism and nihilism of his, which declares the whole phenom- enal world and its facts and their distinctions to be a cunning fraud.
A mere bare fraud is just what our Western common sense will never believe the phenomenal world to be. It admits fully that the inner joys and virtues are the essential part of life's business, but it is sure that some positive part is also played by the adjuncts of the show. If it is idiotic in romanticism to recognize the heroic only when it sees it labelled and dressed-up in books, it is really just as idiotic to see it only in the dirty boots and sweaty shirt of some one in the fields. It is with us really under every disguise: at Chautauqua; here in your college; in the stock-yards and on the freight-trains; and in the czar of Russia's court. But, instinctively, we make a combination of two things in judging the total significance of WALTER "W^CKOFF QUOTED 285 a human being. We feel it to be some sort of a product (if such a product only could be calcu- lated) of his inner virtue and his outer place, — neither singly taken, but both conjoined. If the outer differences had no meaning for life, why in- deed should all this immense variety of them exist? They must be significant elements of the world as well.
Just test Tolstoi's deification of the mere man- ual laborer by the facts. This is what Mr. Walter Wyckoff, after working as an unskilled laborer in the demolition of some buildings at West Point, writes of the spiritual condition of the class of men to which he temporarily chose to belong: — "The salient features of our condition are plain enough. We are grown men, and are without a trade. In the labor-market we stand ready to sell to the highest bidder our mere muscular strength for so many hours each day. We are thus in the lowest grade of labor. And, selling our muscular strength in the open market for what it will bring, we sell it under peculiar conditions. It is all the capital that we have. We have no reserve means of subsistence, and cannot, therefore, stand off for a 'reserve price.' We sell under the ne- cessity of satisfying imminent hunger. Broadly 286 TALKS TO STUDENTS speaking, we must sell our labor or starve; and, as hunger is a matter of a few hours, and we have no other way of meeting this need, we must sell at once for what the market offers for our labor.
"Our employer is buying labor in a dear market, and he will certainly get from us as much work as he can at the price. The gang-boss is secured for this purpose, and thoroughly does he know his business. He has sole command of us. He never saw us before, and he will discharge us all when the debris is cleared away. In the mean time he must get from us, if he can, the utmost of physical labor which we, individually and collectively, are capable of. If he should drive some of us to ex- haustion, and we should not be able to continue at work, he would not be the loser; for the market would soon supply him with others to take our places.
"We are ignorant men, but so much we clearly see, — that we have sold our labor where we could sell it dearest, and our employer has bought it where he could buy it cheapest. He has paid high, and he must get all the labor that he can; and, by a strong instinct which possesses us, we shall part with as little as we can. From work like ours there seems to us to have been elimi- WALTER W-i'CKOFF QUOTED 287 nated every element which constitutes the nobility of labor. We feel no personal pride in its prog- ress, and no community of interest with our em- ployer. There is none of the joy of responsibility, none of the sense of achievement, only the dull monotony of grinding toil, with the longing for the signal to quit work, and for our wages at the end.
"And being what we are, the dregs of the labor- market, and having no certainty of permanent em- ployment, and no organization among ourselves, we must expect to work under the watchful eye of a gang-boss, and be driven, like the wage-slaves that we are, through our tasks.
"All this is to tell us, in effect, that our lives are hard, barren, hopeless lives."
And such hard, barren, hopeless lives, surely, are not lives in which one ought to be willing permanently to remain. And why is this so? Is it because they are so dirty? Well, Nansen grew a great deal dirtier on his polar expedition; and we think none the worse of his life for that. Is it the insensibility? Our soldiers have to grow vastly more iniensible, and we extol them to the skies. Is it the poverty? Poverty has been reckoned the crowning beauty of many a heroic career. Is it the slavery to a task, the lo.=s of finer pleasures?
288 TALKS TO STUDENTS Such slavery and loss are of the very essence of the higher fortitude, and are always counted to its credit, — read the records of missionary devotion all over the world. It is not any one of these things, then, taken by itself, — no, nor all of them together, — that make such a life undesirable. A man might in truth live hke an unskilled laborer, and do the work of one, and yet count as one of the noblest of God's creatures. Quite possibly there were some such persons in the gang that our author describes; but the current of their souls ran under- ground; and he was too steeped in the ancestral bhndness to discern it.
If there were any such morally exceptional indi- viduals, however, what made them different from the rest? It can only have been this, — that their souls worked and endured in obedience to some inner ideal, while their comrades were not actu- ated by anything worthy of that name. These ideals of other Uves are among those secrets that we can almost never penetrate, although some- thing about the man may often tell us when they are there. In Mr. Wyckoff's own case we know exactly what the self-imposed ideal was. Partly he had stumped himself, as the boys say, to carry through a strenuous achievement; but mainly he PHILLIPS BROOKS ON POVERTY 289 wished to enlarge his sjTnpathetic insight into fel- low-lives. For this his sweat and toil acquire a certain heroic significance, and make us accord to him exceptional esteem. But it is easy to imagine his fellows with various other ideals. To say noth- ing of wives and babies, one may have been a con- vert of the Salvation Army, and had a nightingale singing of expiation and forgiveness in his heart all the while he labored. Or there might have been an apostle like Tolstoi himself, or his compa- triot Bondareff, in the gang, voluntarily embrac- ing labor as their religious mission. Class-loyalty was undoubtedly an ideal with many. And who knows how much of that higher manliness of pov- erty, of which Phillips Brooks has spoken so pene- tratingly, was or was not present in that gang?
"A rugged, barren land," says Phillips Brooks, "is poverty to live in, — a land where I am thank- ful very often if I can get a berry or a root to eat. But hving in it really, letting it bear witness to me of itself, not dishonoring it all the time by judging it after the standard of the other lands, gradually there come out its qualities. Behold! no land hke this barren and naked land of pov- erty could show the moral geology of the world. See how the hard ribs...stand out strong and 290 TALKS TO STUDENTS solid. No life like poverty could so get one to the heart of things and make men know their meaning, could so let us feel life and the world with all the soft cushions stripped off and thrown away...Poverty makes men come very near each other, and recognize each other's human hearts; and poverty, highest and best of all, de- mands and cries out for faith in God...I know how superficial and unfeeling, how like mere mockery, words in praise of poverty may seem...But I am sure that the poor man's dignity and freedom, his self-respect and energy, depend upon his cordial knowledge that his poverty is a true region and kind of life, with its own chances of character, its own springs of happiness and reve- lations of God. Let him resist the characterless- ness which often goes with being poor. Let him insist on respecting the condition where he lives. Let him learn to love it, so that by and by, [if] he grows rich, he shall go out of the low door of the old familiar poverty with a true pang of regret, and with a true honor for the narrow home in which he has lived so long."* The barrenness and ignobleness of the more usual laborer's life consist in the fact that it is THE NEED OF AN mEAL 291 moved by no such ideal inner springs. The back- ache, the long hours, the danger, are patiently endured — for what? To gain a quid of tobacco, a glass of beer, a cup of coffee, a meal, and a bed, and to begin again the next day and shirk as much as one can. This really is why we raise no monu- ment to the laborers in the Subway, even though they be our conscripts, and even though after a fashion our city is indeed based upon their patient hearts and enduring backs and shoulders. And this is w^hy we do raise monuments to our sol- diers, whose outward conditions were even bru- taller still. The soldiers are supposed to have followed an ideal, and the laborers are supposed to have followed none.
You see, my friends, how the plot now thickens; and how strangely the complexities of this wonder- ful human nature of ours begin to develop under our hands. We have seen the blindness and dead- ness to each other which are our natural inheri- tance; and, in spite of them, we have been led to acknowledge an inner meaning which passeth show, and which ma}' be present in the lives of others where we least descry it. And now we are led to say that such inner meaning can be complete and valid for us also, only when the 292 TALKS TO STUDENTS inner joy, courage, and endurance are joined with an ideal.
But what, exactly, do we mean by an ideal? Can we give no definite account of such a word?
To a certain extent we can. An ideal, for instance, must be something intellectually con- ceived, something of which we are not uncon- scious, if we have it; and it must carry with it that sort of outlook, uplift, and brightness that go with all intellectual facts. Secondly, there must be novelty in an ideal, — novelty at least for him whom the ideal grasps. Sodden routine is incompatible with ideality, although what is sod- den routine for one person may be ideal novelty for another. This shows that there is nothing absolutely ideal: ideals are relative to the lives that entertain them. To keep out of the gutter is for us here no part of consciousness at all, yet for many of our brethren it is the most legiti- mately engrossing of ideals.
Now, taken nakedly, abstractly, and immedi- ately, you see that mere ideals are the cheapest things in life. Everybody has them in some shape or other, personal or general, sound or mistaken, low or high; and the most worthless sentimental- MERE IDEALS ARE INSUFFICIEXT 293 ists and dreamers, drunkards, shirks and verse- makers, who never show a grain of effort, courage, or endurance, possibh' have them on the most co- pious scale. Education, enlarging as it does our horizon and perspective, is a means of multiphnng our ideals, of bringing new ones into view. And your college professor, wnth a starched shirt and spectacles, would, if a stock of ideals were all alone by itself enough to render a life significant, be the most absolutelj' and deeply significant of men. Tolstoi would be completely blind in de- spising him for a prig, a pedant and a parody; and all our new insight into the divinitj' of muscular labor would be altogether off the track of truth.
But such consequences as this, you instinctively feel, are erroneous. The more ideals a man has, the more contemptible, on the whole, do you con- tinue to deem him, if the matter ends there for him, and if none of the laboring man's virtues are called into action on his part, — no courage sho\\Ti, no privations undergone, no dirt or scars contracted in the attempt to get them realized. It is quite obvious that something more than the mere posses.sion of ideals is required to make a life significant in any sense that claims the spectator's admiration. Inner joy, to be 294 TALKS TO STUDENTS sure, it may have, with its ideals; but that is its own private sentimental matter. To extort from us, outsiders as we are, with our own ideals to look after, the tribute of our grudging recog- nition, it must back its ideal visions with what the laborers have, the sterner stuff of manly- virtue; it must multiply their sentimental sur- face by the dimension of the active will, if we are to have depth, if we are to have anything cubical and solid in the way of character.
The significance of a human life for communi- cable and publicly recognizable purposes is thus the offspring of a marriage of two different par- ents, either of whom alone is barren. The ideals taken by themselves give no reality, the virtues by themselves no novelty. And let the orientalists and pessimists say what they will, the thing of deepest — or, at any rate, of com- paratively deepest — significance in life does seem to be its character of progress, or that strange union of reality with ideal novelty which it con- tinues from one moment to another to present. To recognize ideal novelty is the task of what we call intelligence. Not every one's intelligence can tell which novelties are ideal. For many the ideal thing will always seem to cling still to the THE COMPLETELY SIGNIFICANT LIFE 295 older more familiar good. In this case character, though not significant totally, may be still signifi- cant pathetically. So, if we are to choose which is the more essential factor of hmnan character, the fighting virtue or the intellectual breadth, we must side with Tolstoi, and choose that simple faithfulness to his light or darkness which any common unintellectual man can show.
But, with all this beating and tacking on my part, I fear you take me to be reaching a con- fused result. I seem to be just taking things up and dropping them again. First I took up Chau- tauqua, and dropped that; then Tolstoi and the heroism of common toil, and dropped them; finally, I took up ideals, and seem now almost dropping those. But please observe in what sense it is that I drop them. It is when they pretend singly to redeem life from insignificance. Culture and refinement all alone are not enough to do so. Ideal a'^pirations are not enough, when uncombined with pluck and will. But neither are pluck and will, dogged endurance and in- sensibility to danger enough, when taken all alone. There must be some sort of fusion, some chemical combination among these principles, for 296 TALKS TO STUDENTS a life objectively and thoroughly significant to result.
Of course, this is a somewhat vague conclu- sion. But in a question of significance, of worth, like this, conclusions can never be precise. The answer of appreciation, of sentiment, is always a more or a less, a balance struck by sympathy, insight, and good will. But it is an answer, all the same, a real conclusion. And, in the course of getting it, it seems to me that our eyes have been opened to many important things. Some of you are, perhaps, more livingly aware than you were an hour ago of the depths of worth that He around you, hid in alien lives. And, when you ask how much sympathy you ought to bestow, although the amount is, truly enough, a matter of ideal on your own part, yet in this notion of the combination of ideals with active virtues you have a rough standard for shaping your decision. In any case, your imagination is extended. You divine in the world about you matter for a little more humility on your own part, and tolerance, reverence, and love for others; and you gain a certain inner joyfulness at the increased impor- tance of our common life. Such joyfulness is a reUgious inspiration and an element of spiritual health, and worth more than large amounts of that sort of technical and accurate information which we professors are supposed to be able to impart.
To show the sort of thing I mean by these words, I will just make one brief practical illus- tration and then close.
We are suffering to-day in America from what is called the labor-question; and, when j'ou go out into the world, you will each and all of you be caught up in its perplexities. I use the brief term labor-question to cover all sorts of anarchistic dis- contents and socialistic projects, and the conserva- tive resistances which they provoke. So far as this conflict is unhealthy and regrettable, — and I think it is so only to a limited extent, — the un- healthiness consists solely in the fact that one-half of our fellow-count r>Tnen remain entirely blind to the internal significance of the lives of the other half. They miss the joys and sorrows, they fail to feel the moral virtue, and they do not guess the presence of the intellectual ideals. They are at cross-purposes all along the line, regarding each other as they might regard a set of dangerously gesticulating automata, or, if they seek to get at the inner motivation, making the most horrible 298 TALKS TO STUDENTS mistakes. Often all that the poor man can think of in the rich man is a cowardly greediness for safety, luxury, and effeminacy, and a boundless af- fectation. What he is, is not a human being, but a pocket-book, a bank-account. And a similar greedi- ness, turned by disappointment into envy, is all that many rich men can see in the state of mind of the dissatisfied poor. And, if the rich man begins to do the sentimental act over the poor man, what senseless blunders does he make, pity- ing him for just those very duties and those very immunities which, rightly taken, are the condition of his most abiding and characteristic joys! Each, in short, ignores the fact that happi- ness and unhappiness and significance are a vital mystery; each pins them absolutely on some ridic- ulous feature of the external situation; and every- body remains outside of everybody else's sight.
Society has, with all this, undoubtedly got to pass toward some newer and better equilibrium, and the distribution of wealth has doubtless slowly got to change: such changes have always hap- pened, and will happen to the end of time. But if, after all that I have said, any of you expect that they will make any genuine vital difference on a large scale, to the lives of our descendants, FITZ-JAMES STEPHEN QUOTED 299 you will have missed the significance of my entire lecture. The solid meaning of life is always the same eternal thing, — the marriage, namelj'', of some unhabitual ideal, however special, with some fidelity, courage, and endurance; with some man's or woman's pains. — And, whatever or wherever life may be, there will always be the chance for that marriage to take place.
Fitz-James Stephen wrote many years ago words to this effect more eloquent than any I can speak: "The 'Great Eastern,' or some of her successors," he said, "will perhaps defy the roll of the Atlantic, and cross the seas without allo%\ing their passengers to feel that they have left the firm land. The voyage from the cradle to the grave may come to be performed with similar facility. Progress and science may perhaps en- able untold millions to live and die without a care, without a pang, without an anxiety. They will have a pleasant passage and plenty of brilliant conversation. They will wonder that men ever believed at all in clanging fights and blazing towns and sinking ships and praying hands; and, when they come to the end of their course, they will go their way, and the place thereof will know them no more. But it seems unlikolv that they 300 TALKS TO STUDENTS will have such a knowledge of the great ocean on which they sail, with its storms and wrecks, its currents and icebergs, its huge waves and mighty winds, as those who battled with it for years to- gether in the little craft, which, if they had few other merits, brought those who navigated them full into the presence of time and eternity, their maker and themselves, and forced them to have some definite view of their relations to them and to each other." * In this solid and tridimensional sense, so to call it, those philosophers are right who contend that the world is a standing thing, with no progress, no real history. The changing conditions of history touch only the surface of the show. The altered equilibriums and redistributions only diversify our opportunities and open chances to us for new ideals. But, with each new ideal that comes into life, the chance for a life based on some old ideal will vanish; and he would needs be a presumptu- ous calculator who should with confidence say that the total sum of significances is positively and ab- solutely greater at any one epoch than at any other of the world.
I am speaking broadly, I know, and omitting to CONCLUSION 301 consider certain qualifications in which I myself believe. But one can only make one point in one lecture, and I shall be well content if I have brought my point home to you this evening in even a slight degree. There are compensations: and no outward changes of condition in life can keep the nightingale of its eternal meaning from singing in all sorts of different men's hearts. That is the main fact to remember. If we could not only admit it with our lips, but really and truly believe it, how our convulsive insistencies, how our antipathies and dreads of each other, would soften down! If the poor and the rich could look at each other in this way, sub specie atematis, how gentle would grow their disputes! what tolerance and good humor, what willingness to live and let live, would come into the world!
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