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<h2> Conclusion </h2>
<p>To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change of air and scenery.
Thank Heaven, here is not all the world. The buckeye does not grow in New
England, and the mockingbird is rarely heard here. The wild goose is more
of a cosmopolite than we; he breaks his fast in Canada, takes a luncheon
in the Ohio, and plumes himself for the night in a southern bayou. Even
the bison, to some extent, keeps pace with the seasons cropping the
pastures of the Colorado only till a greener and sweeter grass awaits him
by the Yellowstone. Yet we think that if rail fences are pulled down, and
stone walls piled up on our farms, bounds are henceforth set to our lives
and our fates decided. If you are chosen town clerk, forsooth, you cannot
go to Tierra del Fuego this summer: but you may go to the land of infernal
fire nevertheless. The universe is wider than our views of it.</p>
<p>Yet we should oftener look over the tafferel of our craft, like curious
passengers, and not make the voyage like stupid sailors picking oakum. The
other side of the globe is but the home of our correspondent. Our voyaging
is only great-circle sailing, and the doctors prescribe for diseases of
the skin merely. One hastens to southern Africa to chase the giraffe; but
surely that is not the game he would be after. How long, pray, would a man
hunt giraffes if he could? Snipes and woodcocks also may afford rare
sport; but I trust it would be nobler game to shoot one's self.—</p>
<p>"Direct your eye right inward, and you'll find<br/>
A thousand regions in your mind<br/>
Yet undiscovered. Travel them, and be<br/>
Expert in home-cosmography."<br/></p>
<p class="nind">
What does Africa—what does the West stand for? Is not our own
interior white on the chart? black though it may prove, like the coast,
when discovered. Is it the source of the Nile, or the Niger, or the
Mississippi, or a Northwest Passage around this continent, that we would
find? Are these the problems which most concern mankind? Is Franklin the
only man who is lost, that his wife should be so earnest to find him? Does
Mr. Grinnell know where he himself is? Be rather the Mungo Park, the Lewis
and Clark and Frobisher, of your own streams and oceans; explore your own
higher latitudes—with shiploads of preserved meats to support you,
if they be necessary; and pile the empty cans sky-high for a sign. Were
preserved meats invented to preserve meat merely? Nay, be a Columbus to
whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of
trade, but of thought. Every man is the lord of a realm beside which the
earthly empire of the Czar is but a petty state, a hummock left by the
ice. Yet some can be patriotic who have no self-respect, and sacrifice the
greater to the less. They love the soil which makes their graves, but have
no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay. Patriotism
is a maggot in their heads. What was the meaning of that South-Sea
Exploring Expedition, with all its parade and expense, but an indirect
recognition of the fact that there are continents and seas in the moral
world to which every man is an isthmus or an inlet, yet unexplored by him,
but that it is easier to sail many thousand miles through cold and storm
and cannibals, in a government ship, with five hundred men and boys to
assist one, than it is to explore the private sea, the Atlantic and
Pacific Ocean of one's being alone.</p>
<p>"Erret, et extremos alter scrutetur Iberos.<br/>
Plus habet hic vitae, plus habet ille viae."<br/>
<br/>
Let them wander and scrutinize the outlandish Australians.<br/>
I have more of God, they more of the road.<br/></p>
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It is not worth the while to go round the world to count the cats in
Zanzibar. Yet do this even till you can do better, and you may perhaps
find some "Symmes' Hole" by which to get at the inside at last. England
and France, Spain and Portugal, Gold Coast and Slave Coast, all front on
this private sea; but no bark from them has ventured out of sight of land,
though it is without doubt the direct way to India. If you would learn to
speak all tongues and conform to the customs of all nations, if you would
travel farther than all travellers, be naturalized in all climes, and
cause the Sphinx to dash her head against a stone, even obey the precept
of the old philosopher, and Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye
and the nerve. Only the defeated and deserters go to the wars, cowards
that run away and enlist. Start now on that farthest western way, which
does not pause at the Mississippi or the Pacific, nor conduct toward a
worn-out China or Japan, but leads on direct, a tangent to this sphere,
summer and winter, day and night, sun down, moon down, and at last earth
down too.</p>
<p>It is said that Mirabeau took to highway robbery "to ascertain what degree
of resolution was necessary in order to place one's self in formal
opposition to the most sacred laws of society." He declared that "a
soldier who fights in the ranks does not require half so much courage as a
footpad"—"that honor and religion have never stood in the way of a
well-considered and a firm resolve." This was manly, as the world goes;
and yet it was idle, if not desperate. A saner man would have found
himself often enough "in formal opposition" to what are deemed "the most
sacred laws of society," through obedience to yet more sacred laws, and so
have tested his resolution without going out of his way. It is not for a
man to put himself in such an attitude to society, but to maintain himself
in whatever attitude he find himself through obedience to the laws of his
being, which will never be one of opposition to a just government, if he
should chance to meet with such.</p>
<p>I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed
to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more
time for that one. It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into
a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived
there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and
though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite
distinct. It is true, I fear, that others may have fallen into it, and so
helped to keep it open. The surface of the earth is soft and impressible
by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn
and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of
tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but
rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I
could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below
now.</p>
<p>I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances
confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life
which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common
hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary;
new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves
around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his
favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a
higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws
of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be
solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built
castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should
be. Now put the foundations under them.</p>
<p>It is a ridiculous demand which England and America make, that you shall
speak so that they can understand you. Neither men nor toadstools grow so.
As if that were important, and there were not enough to understand you
without them. As if Nature could support but one order of understandings,
could not sustain birds as well as quadrupeds, flying as well as creeping
things, and <i>hush</i> and <i>whoa</i>, which Bright can understand, were
the best English. As if there were safety in stupidity alone. I fear
chiefly lest my expression may not be <i>extra-vagant</i> enough, may not
wander far enough beyond the narrow limits of my daily experience, so as
to be adequate to the truth of which I have been convinced. <i>Extra
vagance!</i> it depends on how you are yarded. The migrating buffalo,
which seeks new pastures in another latitude, is not extravagant like the
cow which kicks over the pail, leaps the cowyard fence, and runs after her
calf, in milking time. I desire to speak somewhere <i>without</i> bounds;
like a man in a waking moment, to men in their waking moments; for I am
convinced that I cannot exaggerate enough even to lay the foundation of a
true expression. Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he
should speak extravagantly any more forever? In view of the future or
possible, we should live quite laxly and undefined in front, our outlines
dim and misty on that side; as our shadows reveal an insensible
perspiration toward the sun. The volatile truth of our words should
continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement. Their truth
is instantly <i>translated</i>; its literal monument alone remains. The
words which express our faith and piety are not definite; yet they are
significant and fragrant like frankincense to superior natures.</p>
<p>Why level downward to our dullest perception always, and praise that as
common sense? The commonest sense is the sense of men asleep, which they
express by snoring. Sometimes we are inclined to class those who are
once-and-a-half-witted with the half-witted, because we appreciate only a
third part of their wit. Some would find fault with the morning red, if
they ever got up early enough. "They pretend," as I hear, "that the verses
of Kabir have four different senses; illusion, spirit, intellect, and the
exoteric doctrine of the Vedas"; but in this part of the world it is
considered a ground for complaint if a man's writings admit of more than
one interpretation. While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will
not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely
and fatally?</p>
<p>I do not suppose that I have attained to obscurity, but I should be proud
if no more fatal fault were found with my pages on this score than was
found with the Walden ice. Southern customers objected to its blue color,
which is the evidence of its purity, as if it were muddy, and preferred
the Cambridge ice, which is white, but tastes of weeds. The purity men
love is like the mists which envelop the earth, and not like the azure
ether beyond.</p>
<p>Some are dinning in our ears that we Americans, and moderns generally, are
intellectual dwarfs compared with the ancients, or even the Elizabethan
men. But what is that to the purpose? A living dog is better than a dead
lion. Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of
pygmies, and not be the biggest pygmy that he can? Let every one mind his
own business, and endeavor to be what he was made.</p>
<p>Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed and in such desperate
enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it
is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which
he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should
mature as soon as an apple tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into
summer? If the condition of things which we were made for is not yet, what
were any reality which we can substitute? We will not be shipwrecked on a
vain reality. Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over
ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the
true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not?</p>
<p>There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after
perfection. One day it came into his mind to make a staff. Having
considered that in an imperfect work time is an ingredient, but into a
perfect work time does not enter, he said to himself, It shall be perfect
in all respects, though I should do nothing else in my life. He proceeded
instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be
made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick
after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in
their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment. His singleness of
purpose and resolution, and his elevated piety, endowed him, without his
knowledge, with perennial youth. As he made no compromise with Time, Time
kept out of his way, and only sighed at a distance because he could not
overcome him. Before he had found a stock in all respects suitable the
city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel
the stick. Before he had given it the proper shape the dynasty of the
Candahars was at an end, and with the point of the stick he wrote the name
of the last of that race in the sand, and then resumed his work. By the
time he had smoothed and polished the staff Kalpa was no longer the
pole-star; and ere he had put on the ferule and the head adorned with
precious stones, Brahma had awoke and slumbered many times. But why do I
stay to mention these things? When the finishing stroke was put to his
work, it suddenly expanded before the eyes of the astonished artist into
the fairest of all the creations of Brahma. He had made a new system in
making a staff, a world with full and fair proportions; in which, though
the old cities and dynasties had passed away, fairer and more glorious
ones had taken their places. And now he saw by the heap of shavings still
fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time
had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required
for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame
the tinder of a mortal brain. The material was pure, and his art was pure;
how could the result be other than wonderful?</p>
<p>No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the
truth. This alone wears well. For the most part, we are not where we are,
but in a false position. Through an infinity of our natures, we suppose a
case, and put ourselves into it, and hence are in two cases at the same
time, and it is doubly difficult to get out. In sane moments we regard
only the facts, the case that is. Say what you have to say, not what you
ought. Any truth is better than make-believe. Tom Hyde, the tinker,
standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the
tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they
take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.</p>
<p>However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it
hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are
richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your
life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling,
glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the
windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the
snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a
quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts,
as in a palace. The town's poor seem to me often to live the most
independent lives of any. Maybe they are simply great enough to receive
without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the
town; but it oftener happens that they are not above supporting themselves
by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty
like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new
things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things
do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. God
will see that you do not want society. If I were confined to a corner of a
garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me
while I had my thoughts about me. The philosopher said: "From an army of
three divisions one can take away its general, and put it in disorder;
from the man the most abject and vulgar one cannot take away his thought."
Do not seek so anxiously to be developed, to subject yourself to many
influences to be played on; it is all dissipation. Humility like darkness
reveals the heavenly lights. The shadows of poverty and meanness gather
around us, "and lo! creation widens to our view." We are often reminded
that if there were bestowed on us the wealth of Croesus, our aims must
still be the same, and our means essentially the same. Moreover, if you
are restricted in your range by poverty, if you cannot buy books and
newspapers, for instance, you are but confined to the most significant and
vital experiences; you are compelled to deal with the material which
yields the most sugar and the most starch. It is life near the bone where
it is sweetest. You are defended from being a trifler. No man loses ever
on a lower level by magnanimity on a higher. Superfluous wealth can buy
superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the
soul.</p>
<p>I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a
little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there
reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of
my contemporaries. My neighbors tell me of their adventures with famous
gentlemen and ladies, what notabilities they met at the dinner-table; but
I am no more interested in such things than in the contents of the Daily
Times. The interest and the conversation are about costume and manners
chiefly; but a goose is a goose still, dress it as you will. They tell me
of California and Texas, of England and the Indies, of the Hon. Mr.——of
Georgia or of Massachusetts, all transient and fleeting phenomena, till I
am ready to leap from their court-yard like the Mameluke bey. I delight to
come to my bearings—not walk in procession with pomp and parade, in
a conspicuous place, but to walk even with the Builder of the universe, if
I may—not to live in this restless, nervous, bustling, trivial
Nineteenth Century, but stand or sit thoughtfully while it goes by. What
are men celebrating? They are all on a committee of arrangements, and
hourly expect a speech from somebody. God is only the president of the
day, and Webster is his orator. I love to weigh, to settle, to gravitate
toward that which most strongly and rightfully attracts me—not hang
by the beam of the scale and try to weigh less—not suppose a case,
but take the case that is; to travel the only path I can, and that on
which no power can resist me. It affords me no satisfaction to commerce to
spring an arch before I have got a solid foundation. Let us not play at
kittly-benders. There is a solid bottom everywhere. We read that the
traveller asked the boy if the swamp before him had a hard bottom. The boy
replied that it had. But presently the traveller's horse sank in up to the
girths, and he observed to the boy, "I thought you said that this bog had
a hard bottom." "So it has," answered the latter, "but you have not got
half way to it yet." So it is with the bogs and quicksands of society; but
he is an old boy that knows it. Only what is thought, said, or done at a
certain rare coincidence is good. I would not be one of those who will
foolishly drive a nail into mere lath and plastering; such a deed would
keep me awake nights. Give me a hammer, and let me feel for the furring.
Do not depend on the putty. Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully
that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction—a
work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse. So will help
you God, and so only. Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the
machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.</p>
<p>Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table
where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but
sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable
board. The hospitality was as cold as the ices. I thought that there was
no need of ice to freeze them. They talked to me of the age of the wine
and the fame of the vintage; but I thought of an older, a newer, and purer
wine, of a more glorious vintage, which they had not got, and could not
buy. The style, the house and grounds and "entertainment" pass for nothing
with me. I called on the king, but he made me wait in his hall, and
conducted like a man incapacitated for hospitality. There was a man in my
neighborhood who lived in a hollow tree. His manners were truly regal. I
should have done better had I called on him.</p>
<p>How long shall we sit in our porticoes practising idle and musty virtues,
which any work would make impertinent? As if one were to begin the day
with long-suffering, and hire a man to hoe his potatoes; and in the
afternoon go forth to practise Christian meekness and charity with
goodness aforethought! Consider the China pride and stagnant
self-complacency of mankind. This generation inclines a little to
congratulate itself on being the last of an illustrious line; and in
Boston and London and Paris and Rome, thinking of its long descent, it
speaks of its progress in art and science and literature with
satisfaction. There are the Records of the Philosophical Societies, and
the public Eulogies of Great Men! It is the good Adam contemplating his
own virtue. "Yes, we have done great deeds, and sung divine songs, which
shall never die"—that is, as long as we can remember them. The
learned societies and great men of Assyria—where are they? What
youthful philosophers and experimentalists we are! There is not one of my
readers who has yet lived a whole human life. These may be but the spring
months in the life of the race. If we have had the seven-years' itch, we
have not seen the seventeen-year locust yet in Concord. We are acquainted
with a mere pellicle of the globe on which we live. Most have not delved
six feet beneath the surface, nor leaped as many above it. We know not
where we are. Beside, we are sound asleep nearly half our time. Yet we
esteem ourselves wise, and have an established order on the surface.
Truly, we are deep thinkers, we are ambitious spirits! As I stand over the
insect crawling amid the pine needles on the forest floor, and endeavoring
to conceal itself from my sight, and ask myself why it will cherish those
humble thoughts, and bide its head from me who might, perhaps, be its
benefactor, and impart to its race some cheering information, I am
reminded of the greater Benefactor and Intelligence that stands over me
the human insect.</p>
<p>There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we
tolerate incredible dulness. I need only suggest what kind of sermons are
still listened to in the most enlightened countries. There are such words
as joy and sorrow, but they are only the burden of a psalm, sung with a
nasal twang, while we believe in the ordinary and mean. We think that we
can change our clothes only. It is said that the British Empire is very
large and respectable, and that the United States are a first-rate power.
We do not believe that a tide rises and falls behind every man which can
float the British Empire like a chip, if he should ever harbor it in his
mind. Who knows what sort of seventeen-year locust will next come out of
the ground? The government of the world I live in was not framed, like
that of Britain, in after-dinner conversations over the wine.</p>
<p>The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year
higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even
this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It
was not always dry land where we dwell. I see far inland the banks which
the stream anciently washed, before science began to record its freshets.
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of
a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table
of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years,
first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts—from an egg
deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by
counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for
several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn. Who does not feel
his faith in a resurrection and immortality strengthened by hearing of
this? Who knows what beautiful and winged life, whose egg has been buried
for ages under many concentric layers of woodenness in the dead dry life
of society, deposited at first in the alburnum of the green and living
tree, which has been gradually converted into the semblance of its
well-seasoned tomb—heard perchance gnawing out now for years by the
astonished family of man, as they sat round the festive board—may
unexpectedly come forth from amidst society's most trivial and handselled
furniture, to enjoy its perfect summer life at last!</p>
<p>I do not say that John or Jonathan will realize all this; but such is the
character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns
to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning
star.</p>
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<h2> ON THE DUTY OF CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE </h2>
<p>I heartily accept the motto,—"That government is best which governs
least"; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and
systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I
believe,—"That government is best which governs not at all"; and
when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which
they will have. Government is at best but an expedient; but most
governments are usually, and all governments are sometimes, inexpedient.
The objections which have been brought against a standing army, and they
are many and weighty, and deserve to prevail, may also at last be brought
against a standing government. The standing army is only an arm of the
standing government. The government itself, which is only the mode which
the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be
abused and perverted before the people can act through it. Witness the
present Mexican war, the work of comparatively a few individuals using the
standing government as their tool; for, in the outset, the people would
not have consented to this measure.</p>
<p>This American government—what is it but a tradition, though a recent
one, endeavoring to transmit itself unimpaired to posterity, but each
instant losing some of its integrity? It has not the vitality and force of
a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will. It is a
sort of wooden gun to the people themselves. But it is not the less
necessary for this; for the people must have some complicated machinery or
other, and hear its din, to satisfy that idea of government which they
have. Governments show thus how successfully men can be imposed on, even
impose on themselves, for their own advantage. It is excellent, we must
all allow. Yet this government never of itself furthered any enterprise,
but by the alacrity with which it got out of its way. <i>It</i> does not
keep the country free. <i>It</i> does not settle the West. <i>It</i> does
not educate. The character inherent in the American people has done all
that has been accomplished; and it would have done somewhat more, if the
government had not sometimes got in its way. For government is an
expedient by which men would fain succeed in letting one another alone;
and, as has been said, when it is most expedient, the governed are most
let alone by it. Trade and commerce, if they were not made of India
rubber, would never manage to bounce over the obstacles which legislators
are continually putting in their way; and, if one were to judge these men
wholly by the effects of their actions, and not partly by their
intentions, they would deserve to be classed and punished with those
mischievous persons who put obstructions on the railroads.</p>
<p>But, to speak practically and as a citizen, unlike those who call
themselves no-government men, I ask for, not at once no government, but <i>at
once</i> a better government. Let every man make known what kind of
government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward
obtaining it.</p>
<p>After all, the practical reason why, when the power is once in the hands
of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period continue,
to rule, is not because they are most likely to be in the right, nor
because this seems fairest to the minority, but because they are
physically the strongest. But a government in which the majority rule in
all cases cannot be based on justice, even as far as men understand it.
Can there not be a government in which majorities do not virtually decide
right and wrong, but conscience?—in which majorities decide only
those questions to which the rule of expediency is applicable? Must the
citizen ever for a moment, or in the least degree, resign his conscience
to the legislator? Why has every man a conscience, then? I think that we
should be men first, and subjects afterward. It is not desirable to
cultivate a respect for the law, so much as for the right. The only
obligation which I have a right to assume is to do at any time what I
think right. It is truly enough said that a corporation has no conscience;
but a corporation of conscientious men is a corporation with a conscience.
Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for
it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice. A
common and natural result of an undue respect for law is, that you may see
a file of soldiers, colonel, captain, corporal, privates, powder-monkeys,
and all, marching in admirable order over hill and dale to the wars,
against their wills, ay, against their common sense and consciences, which
makes it very steep marching indeed, and produces a palpitation of the
heart. They have no doubt that it is a damnable business in which they are
concerned; they are all peaceably inclined. Now, what are they? Men at
all? or small movable forts and magazines, at the service of some
unscrupulous man in power? Visit the Navy Yard, and behold a marine, such
a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man
with its black arts—a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity, a
man laid out alive and standing, and already, as one may say, buried under
arms with funeral accompaniments, though it may be,—</p>
<p>"Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,<br/>
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;<br/>
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot<br/>
O'er the grave where our hero we buried."<br/></p>
<p>The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines,
with their bodies. They are the standing army, and the militia, jailers,
constables, posse comitatus, etc. In most cases there is no free exercise
whatever of the judgment or of the moral sense; but they put themselves on
a level with wood and earth and stones; and wooden men can perhaps be
manufactured that will serve the purpose as well. Such command no more
respect than men of straw or a lump of dirt. They have the same sort of
worth only as horses and dogs. Yet such as these even are commonly
esteemed good citizens. Others, as most legislators, politicians, lawyers,
ministers, and office-holders, serve the state chiefly with their heads;
and, as they rarely make any moral distinctions, they are as likely to
serve the devil, without <i>intending</i> it, as God. A very few, as
heroes, patriots, martyrs, reformers in the great sense, and men, serve
the state with their consciences also, and so necessarily resist it for
the most part; and they are commonly treated as enemies by it. A wise man
will only be useful as a man, and will not submit to be "clay," and "stop
a hole to keep the wind away," but leave that office to his dust at least:—</p>
<p>"I am too high-born to be propertied,<br/>
To be a secondary at control,<br/>
Or useful serving-man and instrument<br/>
To any sovereign state throughout the world."<br/></p>
<p>He who gives himself entirely to his fellow-men appears to them useless
and selfish; but he who gives himself partially to them is pronounced a
benefactor and philanthropist.</p>
<p>How does it become a man to behave toward this American government to-day?
I answer, that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it. I cannot
for an instant recognize that political organization as <i>my</i>
government which is the <i>slave's</i> government also.</p>
<p>All men recognize the right of revolution; that is, the right to refuse
allegiance to, and to resist, the government, when its tyranny or its
inefficiency are great and unendurable. But almost all say that such is
not the case now. But such was the case, they think, in the Revolution of
'75. If one were to tell me that this was a bad government because it
taxed certain foreign commodities brought to its ports, it is most
probable that I should not make an ado about it, for I can do without
them. All machines have their friction; and possibly this does enough good
to counterbalance the evil. At any rate, it is a great evil to make a stir
about it. But when the friction comes to have its machine, and oppression
and robbery are organized, I say, let us not have such a machine any
longer. In other words, when a sixth of the population of a nation which
has undertaken to be the refuge of liberty are slaves, and a whole country
is unjustly overrun and conquered by a foreign army, and subjected to
military law, I think that it is not too soon for honest men to rebel and
revolutionize. What makes this duty the more urgent is the fact that the
country so overrun is not our own, but ours is the invading army.</p>
<p>Paley, a common authority with many on moral questions, in his chapter on
the "Duty of Submission to Civil Government," resolves all civil
obligation into expediency; and he proceeds to say that "so long as the
interest of the whole society requires it, that is, so long as the
established government cannot be resisted or changed without public
inconveniency, it is the will of God... that the established government be
obeyed, and no longer.... This principle being admitted, the justice of
every particular case of resistance is reduced to a computation of the
quantity of the danger and grievance on the one side, and of the
probability and expense of redressing it on the other." Of this, he says,
every man shall judge for himself. But Paley appears never to have
contemplated those cases to which the rule of expediency does not apply,
in which a people, as well as an individual, must do justice, cost what it
may. If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must
restore it to him though I drown myself. This, according to Paley, would
be inconvenient. But he that would save his life, in such a case, shall
lose it. This people must cease to hold slaves, and to make war on Mexico,
though it cost them their existence as a people.</p>
<p>In their practice, nations agree with Paley; but does any one think that
Massachusetts does exactly what is right at the present crisis?</p>
<p>"A drab of state, a cloth-o'-silver slut,<br/>
To have her train borne up, and her soul trail in the dirt."<br/></p>
<p class="nind">
Practically speaking, the opponents to a reform in Massachusetts are not a
hundred thousand politicians at the South, but a hundred thousand
merchants and farmers here, who are more interested in commerce and
agriculture than they are in humanity, and are not prepared to do justice
to the slave and to Mexico, <i>cost what it may</i>. I quarrel not with
far-off foes, but with those who, near at home, co-operate with, and do
the bidding of those far away, and without whom the latter would be
harmless. We are accustomed to say, that the mass of men are unprepared;
but improvement is slow, because the few are not materially wiser or
better than the many. It is not so important that many should be as good
as you, as that there be some absolute goodness somewhere; for that will
leaven the whole lump. There are thousands who are <i>in opinion</i>
opposed to slavery and to the war, who yet in effect do nothing to put an
end to them; who, esteeming themselves children of Washington and
Franklin, sit down with their hands in their pockets, and say that they
know not what to do, and do nothing; who even postpone the question of
freedom to the question of free-trade, and quietly read the prices-current
along with the latest advices from Mexico, after dinner, and, it may be,
fall asleep over them both. What is the price-current of an honest man and
patriot to-day? They hesitate, and they regret, and sometimes they
petition; but they do nothing in earnest and with effect. They will wait,
well disposed, for others to remedy the evil, that they may no longer have
it to regret. At most, they give only a cheap vote, and a feeble
countenance and Godspeed, to the right, as it goes by them. There are nine
hundred and ninety-nine patrons of virtue to one virtuous man; but it is
easier to deal with the real possessor of a thing than with the temporary
guardian of it.</p>
<p>All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight
moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong, with moral questions;
and betting naturally accompanies it. The character of the voters is not
staked. I cast my vote, perchance, as I think right; but I am not vitally
concerned that that right should prevail. I am willing to leave it to the
majority. Its obligation, therefore, never exceeds that of expediency.
Even voting <i>for the right</i> is <i>doing nothing</i> for it. It is
only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should prevail. A wise
man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to
prevail through the power of the majority. There is but little virtue in
the action of masses of men. When the majority shall at length vote for
the abolition of slavery, it will be because they are indifferent to
slavery, or because there is but little slavery left to be abolished by
their vote. <i>They</i> will then be the only slaves. Only <i>his</i> vote
can hasten the abolition of slavery who asserts his own freedom by his
vote.</p>
<p>I hear of a convention to be held at Baltimore, or elsewhere, for the
selection of a candidate for the Presidency, made up chiefly of editors,
and men who are politicians by profession; but I think, what is it to any
independent, intelligent, and respectable man what decision they may come
to? Shall we not have the advantage of his wisdom and honesty,
nevertheless? Can we not count upon some independent votes? Are there not
many individuals in the country who do not attend conventions? But no: I
find that the respectable man, so called, has immediately drifted from his
position, and despairs of his country, when his country has more reason to
despair of him. He forthwith adopts one of the candidates thus selected as
the only <i>available</i> one, thus proving that he is himself <i>available</i>
for any purposes of the demagogue. His vote is of no more worth than that
of any unprincipled foreigner or hireling native, who may have been
bought. Oh for a man who is a <i>man</i>, and, as my neighbor says, has a
bone in his back which you cannot pass your hand through! Our statistics
are at fault: the population has been returned too large. How many <i>men</i>
are there to a square thousand miles in this country? Hardly one. Does not
America offer any inducement for men to settle here? The American has
dwindled into an Odd Fellow—one who may be known by the development
of his organ of gregariousness, and a manifest lack of intellect and
cheerful self-reliance; whose first and chief concern, on coming into the
world, is to see that the almshouses are in good repair; and, before yet
he has lawfully donned the virile garb, to collect a fund for the support
of the widows and orphans that may be; who, in short ventures to live only
by the aid of the Mutual Insurance company, which has promised to bury him
decently.</p>
<p>It is not a man's duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the
eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still properly
have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at least, to wash
his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought longer, not to give it
practically his support. If I devote myself to other pursuits and
contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue them
sitting upon another man's shoulders. I must get off him first, that he
may pursue his contemplations too. See what gross inconsistency is
tolerated. I have heard some of my townsmen say, "I should like to have
them order me out to help put down an insurrection of the slaves, or to
march to Mexico;—see if I would go"; and yet these very men have
each, directly by their allegiance, and so indirectly, at least, by their
money, furnished a substitute. The soldier is applauded who refuses to
serve in an unjust war by those who do not refuse to sustain the unjust
government which makes the war; is applauded by those whose own act and
authority he disregards and sets at naught; as if the state were penitent
to that degree that it hired one to scourge it while it sinned, but not to
that degree that it left off sinning for a moment. Thus, under the name of
Order and Civil Government, we are all made at last to pay homage to and
support our own meanness. After the first blush of sin comes its
indifference; and from immoral it becomes, as it were, <i>un</i>moral, and
not quite unnecessary to that life which we have made.</p>
<p>The broadest and most prevalent error requires the most disinterested
virtue to sustain it. The slight reproach to which the virtue of
patriotism is commonly liable, the noble are most likely to incur. Those
who, while they disapprove of the character and measures of a government,
yield to it their allegiance and support are undoubtedly its most
conscientious supporters, and so frequently the most serious obstacles to
reform. Some are petitioning the State to dissolve the Union, to disregard
the requisitions of the President. Why do they not dissolve it themselves—the
union between themselves and the State—and refuse to pay their quota
into its treasury? Do not they stand in the same relation to the State,
that the State does to the Union? And have not the same reasons prevented
the State from resisting the Union, which have prevented them from
resisting the State?</p>
<p>How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy it?
Is there any enjoyment in <i>it</i>, if his opinion is that he is
aggrieved? If you are cheated out of a single dollar by your neighbor, you
do not rest satisfied with knowing that you are cheated, or with saying
that you are cheated, or even with petitioning him to pay you your due;
but you take effectual steps at once to obtain the full amount, and see
that you are never cheated again. Action from principle—the
perception and the performance of right—changes things and
relations; it is essentially revolutionary, and does not consist wholly
with anything which was. It not only divides states and churches, it
divides families; ay, it divides the <i>individual</i>, separating the
diabolical in him from the divine.</p>
<p>Unjust laws exist; shall we be content to obey them, or shall we endeavor
to amend them, and obey them until we have succeeded, or shall we
transgress them at once? Men generally, under such a government as this,
think that they ought to wait until they have persuaded the majority to
alter them. They think that, if they should resist, the remedy would be
worse than the evil. But it is the fault of the government itself that the
remedy <i>is</i> worse than the evil. <i>It</i> makes it worse. Why is it
not more apt to anticipate and provide for reform? Why does it not cherish
its wise minority? Why does it cry and resist before it is hurt? Why does
it not encourage its citizens to be on the alert to point out its faults,
and <i>do</i> better than it would have them? Why does it always crucify
Christ, and excommunicate Copernicus and Luther, and pronounce Washington
and Franklin rebels?</p>
<p>One would think, that a deliberate and practical denial of its authority
was the only offence never contemplated by government; else, why has it
not assigned its definite, its suitable and proportionate, penalty? If a
man who has no property refuses but once to earn nine shillings for the
State, he is put in prison for a period unlimited by any law that I know,
and determined only by the discretion of those who placed him there; but
if he should steal ninety times nine shillings from the State, he is soon
permitted to go at large again.</p>
<p>If the injustice is part of the necessary friction of the machine of
government, let it go, let it go; perchance it will wear smooth—certainly
the machine will wear out. If the injustice has a spring, or a pulley, or
a rope, or a crank, exclusively for itself, then perhaps you may consider
whether the remedy will not be worse than the evil; but if it is of such a
nature that it requires you to be the agent of injustice to another, then,
I say, break the law. Let your life be a counter friction to stop the
machine. What I have to do is to see, at any rate, that I do not lend
myself to the wrong which I condemn.</p>
<p>As for adopting the ways which the State has provided for remedying the
evil, I know not of such ways. They take too much time, and a man's life
will be gone. I have other affairs to attend to. I came into this world,
not chiefly to make this a good place to live in, but to live in it, be it
good or bad. A man has not everything to do, but something; and because he
cannot do <i>everything</i>, it is not necessary that he should do <i>something</i>
wrong. It is not my business to be petitioning the Governor or the
Legislature any more than it is theirs to petition me; and if they should
not hear my petition, what should I do then? But in this case the State
has provided no way; its very Constitution is the evil. This may seem to
be harsh and stubborn and unconciliatory; but it is to treat with the
utmost kindness and consideration the only spirit that can appreciate or
deserves it. So is an change for the better, like birth and death which
convulse the body.</p>
<p>I do not hesitate to say, that those who call themselves Abolitionists
should at once effectually withdraw their support, both in person and
property, from the government of Massachusetts, and not wait till they
constitute a majority of one, before they suffer the right to prevail
through them. I think that it is enough if they have God on their side,
without waiting for that other one. Moreover, any man more right than his
neighbors constitutes a majority of one already.</p>
<p>I meet this American government, or its representative, the State
government, directly, and face to face, once a year—no more—in
the person of its tax-gatherer; this is the only mode in which a man
situated as I am necessarily meets it; and it then says distinctly,
Recognize me; and the simplest, the most effectual, and, in the present
posture of affairs, the indispensablest mode of treating with it on this
head, of expressing your little satisfaction with and love for it, is to
deny it then. My civil neighbor, the tax-gatherer, is the very man I have
to deal with—for it is, after all, with men and not with parchment
that I quarrel—and he has voluntarily chosen to be an agent of the
government. How shall he ever know well what he is and does as an officer
of the government, or as a man, until he is obliged to consider whether he
shall treat me, his neighbor, for whom he has respect, as a neighbor and
well-disposed man, or as a maniac and disturber of the peace, and see if
he can get over this obstruction to his neighborliness without a ruder and
more impetuous thought or speech corresponding with his action? I know
this well, that if one thousand, if one hundred, if ten men whom I could
name—if ten <i>honest</i> men only—ay, if <i>one</i> <small>HONEST</small>
man, in this State of Massachusetts, <i>ceasing to hold slaves</i>, were
actually to withdraw from this copartnership, and be locked up in the
county jail therefor, it would be the abolition of slavery in America. For
it matters not how small the beginning may seem to be: what is once well
done is done forever. But we love better to talk about it: that we say is
our mission. Reform keeps many scores of newspapers in its service, but
not one man. If my esteemed neighbor, the State's ambassador, who will
devote his days to the settlement of the question of human rights in the
Council Chamber, instead of being threatened with the prisons of Carolina,
were to sit down the prisoner of Massachusetts, that State which is so
anxious to foist the sin of slavery upon her sister—though at
present she can discover only an act of inhospitality to be the ground of
a quarrel with her—the Legislature would not wholly waive the
subject the following winter.</p>
<p>Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just
man is also a prison. The proper place to-day, the only place which
Massachusetts has provided for her freer and less desponding spirits, is
in her prisons, to be put out and locked out of the State by her own act,
as they have already put themselves out by their principles. It is there
that the fugitive slave, and the Mexican prisoner on parole, and the
Indian come to plead the wrongs of his race, should find them; on that
separate, but more free and honorable ground, where the State places those
who are not <i>with</i> her, but <i>against</i> her—the only house
in a slave State in which a free man can abide with honor. If any think
that their influence would be lost there, and their voices no longer
afflict the ear of the State, that they would not be as an enemy within
its walls, they do not know by how much truth is stronger than error, nor
how much more eloquently and effectively he can combat injustice who has
experienced a little in his own person. Cast your whole vote, not a strip
of paper merely, but your whole influence. A minority is powerless while
it conforms to the majority; it is not even a minority then; but it is
irresistible when it clogs by its whole weight. If the alternative is to
keep all just men in prison, or give up war and slavery, the State will
not hesitate which to choose. If a thousand men were not to pay their
tax-bills this year, that would not be a violent and bloody measure, as it
would be to pay them, and enable the State to commit violence and shed
innocent blood. This is, in fact, the definition of a peaceable
revolution, if any such is possible. If the tax-gatherer, or any other
public officer, asks me, as one has done, "But what shall I do?" my answer
is, "If you really wish to do anything, resign your office." When the
subject has refused allegiance, and the officer has resigned his office,
then the revolution is accomplished. But even suppose blood should flow.
Is there not a sort of blood shed when the conscience is wounded? Through
this wound a man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to
an everlasting death. I see this blood flowing now.</p>
<p>I have contemplated the imprisonment of the offender, rather than the
seizure of his goods—though both will serve the same purpose—because
they who assert the purest right, and consequently are most dangerous to a
corrupt State, commonly have not spent much time in accumulating property.
To such the State renders comparatively small service, and a slight tax is
wont to appear exorbitant, particularly if they are obliged to earn it by
special labor with their hands. If there were one who lived wholly without
the use of money, the State itself would hesitate to demand it of him. But
the rich man—not to make any invidious comparison—is always
sold to the institution which makes him rich. Absolutely speaking, the
more money, the less virtue; for money comes between a man and his
objects, and obtains them for him; and it was certainly no great virtue to
obtain it. It puts to rest many questions which he would otherwise be
taxed to answer; while the only new question which it puts is the hard but
superfluous one, how to spend it. Thus his moral ground is taken from
under his feet. The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion
as what are called the "means" are increased. The best thing a man can do
for his culture when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes
which he entertained when he was poor. Christ answered the Herodians
according to their condition. "Show me the tribute-money," said he;—and
one took a penny out of his pocket;—if you use money which has the
image of Cæsar on it, and which he has made current and valuable,
that is, <i>if you are men of the State</i>, and gladly enjoy the
advantages of Cæsar's government, then pay him back some of his own
when he demands it; "Render therefore to Cæsar that which is Cæsar's,
and to God those things which are God's"—leaving them no wiser than
before as to which was which; for they did not wish to know.</p>
<p>When I converse with the freest of my neighbors, I perceive that, whatever
they may say about the magnitude and seriousness of the question, and
their regard for the public tranquillity, the long and the short of the
matter is, that they cannot spare the protection of the existing
government, and they dread the consequences to their property and families
of disobedience to it. For my own part, I should not like to think that I
ever rely on the protection of the State. But, if I deny the authority of
the State when it presents its tax-bill, it will soon take and waste all
my property, and so harass me and my children without end. This is hard.
This makes it impossible for a man to live honestly, and at the same time
comfortably in outward respects. It will not be worth the while to
accumulate property; that would be sure to go again. You must hire or
squat somewhere, and raise but a small crop, and eat that soon. You must
live within yourself, and depend upon yourself always tucked up and ready
for a start, and not have many affairs. A man may grow rich in Turkey
even, if he will be in all respects a good subject of the Turkish
government. Confucius said, "If a state is governed by the principles of
reason, poverty and misery are subjects of shame; if a state is not
governed by the principles of reason, riches and honors are the subjects
of shame." No: until I want the protection of Massachusetts to be extended
to me in some distant Southern port, where my liberty is endangered, or
until I am bent solely on building up an estate at home by peaceful
enterprise, I can afford to refuse allegiance to Massachusetts, and her
right to my property and life. It costs me less in every sense to incur
the penalty of disobedience to the State than it would to obey. I should
feel as if I were worth less in that case.</p>
<p>Some years ago, the State met me in behalf of the Church, and commanded me
to pay a certain sum toward the support of a clergyman whose preaching my
father attended, but never I myself. "Pay," it said, "or be locked up in
the jail." I declined to pay. But, unfortunately, another man saw fit to
pay it. I did not see why the schoolmaster should be taxed to support the
priest, and not the priest the schoolmaster: for I was not the State's
schoolmaster, but I supported myself by voluntary subscription. I did not
see why the lyceum should not present its tax-bill, and have the State to
back its demand, as well as the Church. However, at the request of the
selectmen, I condescended to make some such statement as this in writing:—"Know
all men by these presents, that I, Henry Thoreau, do not wish to be
regarded as a member of any incorporated society which I have not joined."
This I gave to the town clerk; and he has it. The State, having thus
learned that I did not wish to be regarded as a member of that church, has
never made a like demand on me since; though it said that it must adhere
to its original presumption that time. If I had known how to name them, I
should then have signed off in detail from all the societies which I never
signed on to; but I did not know where to find a complete list.</p>
<p>I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this
account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid
stone, two or three feet thick, the door of wood and iron, a foot thick,
and the iron grating which strained the light, I could not help being
struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I
were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up. I wondered that it
should have concluded at length that this was the best use it could put me
to, and had never thought to avail itself of my services in some way. I
saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there
was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they
could get to be as free as I was. I did not for a moment feel confined,
and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar. I felt as if I
alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax. They plainly did not know how to
treat me, but behaved like persons who are underbred. In every threat and
in every compliment there was a blunder; for they thought that my chief
desire was to stand the other side of that stone wall. I could not but
smile to see how industriously they locked the door on my meditations,
which followed them out again without let or hindrance, and <i>they</i>
were really all that was dangerous. As they could not reach me, they had
resolved to punish my body; just as boys, if they cannot come at some
person against whom they have a spite, will abuse his dog. I saw that the
State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver
spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all
my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.</p>
<p>Thus the State never intentionally confronts a man's sense, intellectual
or moral, but only his body, his senses. It is not armed with superior wit
or honesty, but with superior physical strength. I was not born to be
forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the
strongest. What force has a multitude? They only can force me who obey a
higher law than I. They force me to become like themselves. I do not hear
of <i>men</i> being <i>forced</i> to have this way or that by masses of
men. What sort of life were that to live? When I meet a government which
says to me, "Your money or your life," why should I be in haste to give it
my money? It may be in a great strait, and not know what to do: I cannot
help that. It must help itself; do as I do. It is not worth the while to
snivel about it. I am not responsible for the successful working of the
machinery of society. I am not the son of the engineer. I perceive that,
when an acorn and a chestnut fall side by side, the one does not remain
inert to make way for the other, but both obey their own laws, and spring
and grow and flourish as best they can, till one, perchance, overshadows
and destroys the other. If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it
dies; and so a man.</p>
<p>The night in prison was novel and interesting enough. The prisoners in
their shirt-sleeves were enjoying a chat and the evening air in the
doorway, when I entered. But the jailer said, "Come, boys, it is time to
lock up"; and so they dispersed, and I heard the sound of their steps
returning into the hollow apartments. My room-mate was introduced to me by
the jailer as "a first-rate fellow and a clever man." When the door was
locked, he showed me where to hang my hat, and how he managed matters
there. The rooms were whitewashed once a month; and this one, at least,
was the whitest, most simply furnished, and probably the neatest apartment
in the town. He naturally wanted to know where I came from, and what
brought me there; and, when I had told him, I asked him in my turn how he
came there, presuming him to be an honest man, of course; and, as the
world goes, I believe he was. "Why," said he, "they accuse me of burning a
barn; but I never did it." As near as I could discover, he had probably
gone to bed in a barn when drunk, and smoked his pipe there; and so a barn
was burnt. He had the reputation of being a clever man, had been there
some three months waiting for his trial to come on, and would have to wait
as much longer; but he was quite domesticated and contented, since he got
his board for nothing, and thought that he was well treated.</p>
<p>He occupied one window, and I the other; and I saw that if one stayed
there long, his principal business would be to look out the window. I had
soon read all the tracts that were left there, and examined where former
prisoners had broken out, and where a grate had been sawed off, and heard
the history of the various occupants of that room; for I found that even
here there was a history and a gossip which never circulated beyond the
walls of the jail. Probably this is the only house in the town where
verses are composed, which are afterward printed in a circular form, but
not published. I was shown quite a long list of verses which were composed
by some young men who had been detected in an attempt to escape, who
avenged themselves by singing them.</p>
<p>I pumped my fellow-prisoner as dry as I could, for fear I should never see
him again; but at length he showed me which was my bed, and left me to
blow out the lamp.</p>
<p>It was like travelling into a far country, such as I had never expected to
behold, to lie there for one night. It seemed to me that I never had heard
the town-clock strike before, nor the evening sounds of the village; for
we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating. It was to
see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was
turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles passed
before me. They were the voices of old burghers that I heard in the
streets. I was an involuntary spectator and auditor of whatever was done
and said in the kitchen of the adjacent village-inn—a wholly new and
rare experience to me. It was a closer view of my native town. I was
fairly inside of it. I never had seen its institutions before. This is one
of its peculiar institutions; for it is a shire town. I began to
comprehend what its inhabitants were about.</p>
<p>In the morning, our breakfasts were put through the hole in the door, in
small oblong-square tin pans, made to fit, and holding a pint of
chocolate, with brown bread, and an iron spoon. When they called for the
vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left; but my
comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner.
Soon after he was let out to work at haying in a neighboring field,
whither he went every day, and would not be back till noon; so he bade me
good-day, saying that he doubted if he should see me again.</p>
<p>When I came out of prison—for some one interfered, and paid that tax—I
did not perceive that great changes had taken place on the common, such as
he observed who went in a youth and emerged a tottering and gray-headed
man; and yet a change had to my eyes come over the scene—the town,
and State, and country—greater than any that mere time could effect.
I saw yet more distinctly the State in which I lived. I saw to what extent
the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and
friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did
not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by
their prejudices and superstitions, as the Chinamen and Malays are; that
in their sacrifices to humanity, they ran no risks, not even to their
property; that after all they were not so noble but they treated the thief
as he had treated them, and hoped, by a certain outward observance and a
few prayers, and by walking in a particular straight though useless path
from time to time, to save their souls. This may be to judge my neighbors
harshly; for I believe that many of them are not aware that they have such
an institution as the jail in their village.</p>
<p>It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of
jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers,
which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye
do?" My neighbors did not thus salute me, but first looked at me, and then
at one another, as if I had returned from a long journey. I was put into
jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended.
When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and,
having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were
impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour—for
the horse was soon tackled—was in the midst of a huckleberry field,
on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere
to be seen.</p>
<p>This is the whole history of "My Prisons."</p>
<p><br/></p>
<p>I have never declined paying the highway tax, because I am as desirous of
being a good neighbor as I am of being a bad subject; and as for
supporting schools, I am doing my part to educate my fellow-countrymen
now. It is for no particular item in the tax-bill that I refuse to pay it.
I simply wish to refuse allegiance to the State, to withdraw and stand
aloof from it effectually. I do not care to trace the course of my dollar,
if I could, till it buys a man or a musket to shoot one with—the
dollar is innocent—but I am concerned to trace the effects of my
allegiance. In fact, I quietly declare war with the State, after my
fashion, though I will still make what use and get what advantage of her I
can, as is usual in such cases.</p>
<p>If others pay the tax which is demanded of me, from a sympathy with the
State, they do but what they have already done in their own case, or
rather they abet injustice to a greater extent than the State requires. If
they pay the tax from a mistaken interest in the individual taxed, to save
his property, or prevent his going to jail, it is because they have not
considered wisely how far they let their private feelings interfere with
the public good.</p>
<p>This, then, is my position at present. But one cannot be too much on his
guard in such a case, lest his action be biased by obstinacy or an undue
regard for the opinions of men. Let him see that he does only what belongs
to himself and to the hour.</p>
<p>I think sometimes, Why, this people mean well; they are only ignorant;
they would do better if they knew how: why give your neighbors this pain
to treat you as they are not inclined to? But I think, again, This is no
reason why I should do as they do, or permit others to suffer much greater
pain of a different kind. Again, I sometimes say to myself, When many
millions of men, without heat, without ill-will, without personal feeling
of any kind, demand of you a few shillings only, without the possibility,
such is their constitution, of retracting or altering their present
demand, and without the possibility, on your side, of appeal to any other
millions, why expose yourself to this overwhelming brute force? You do not
resist cold and hunger, the winds and the waves, thus obstinately; you
quietly submit to a thousand similar necessities. You do not put your head
into the fire. But just in proportion as I regard this as not wholly a
brute force, but partly a human force, and consider that I have relations
to those millions as to so many millions of men, and not of mere brute or
inanimate things, I see that appeal is possible, first and
instantaneously, from them to the Maker of them, and, secondly, from them
to themselves. But, if I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is
no appeal to fire or to the Maker of fire, and I have only myself to
blame. If I could convince myself that I have any right to be satisfied
with men as they are, and to treat them accordingly, and not according, in
some respects, to my requisitions and expectations of what they and I
ought to be, then, like a good Mussulman and fatalist, I should endeavor
to be satisfied with things as they are, and say it is the will of God.
And, above all, there is this difference between resisting this and a
purely brute or natural force, that I can resist this with some effect;
but I cannot expect, like Orpheus, to change the nature of the rocks and
trees and beasts.</p>
<p>I do not wish to quarrel with any man or nation. I do not wish to split
hairs, to make fine distinctions, or set myself up as better than my
neighbors. I seek rather, I may say, even an excuse for conforming to the
laws of the land. I am but too ready to conform to them. Indeed, I have
reason to suspect myself on this head; and each year, as the tax-gatherer
comes round, I find myself disposed to review the acts and position of the
general and State governments, and the spirit of the people, to discover a
pretext for conformity.</p>
<p>"We must affect our country as our parents,<br/>
And if at any time we alienate<br/>
Our love or industry from doing it honor,<br/>
We must respect effects and teach the soul<br/>
Matter of conscience and religion,<br/>
And not desire of rule or benefit."<br/></p>
<p class="nind">
I believe that the State will soon be able to take all my work of this
sort out of my hands, and then I shall be no better a patriot than my
fellow-countrymen. Seen from a lower point of view, the Constitution, with
all its faults, is very good; the law and the courts are very respectable;
even this State and this American government are, in many respects, very
admirable and rare things, to be thankful for, such as a great many have
described them; but seen from a point of view a little higher, they are
what I have described them; seen from a higher still, and the highest, who
shall say what they are, or that they are worth looking at or thinking of
at all?</p>
<p>However, the government does not concern me much, and I shall bestow the
fewest possible thoughts on it. It is not many moments that I live under a
government, even in this world. If a man is thought-free, fancy-free,
imagination-free, that which <i>is not</i> never for a long time appearing
<i>to be</i> to him, unwise rulers or reformers cannot fatally interrupt
him.</p>
<p>I know that most men think differently from myself; but those whose lives
are by profession devoted to the study of these or kindred subjects,
content me as little as any. Statesmen and legislators, standing so
completely within the institution, never distinctly and nakedly behold it.
They speak of moving society, but have no resting-place without it. They
may be men of a certain experience and discrimination, and have no doubt
invented ingenious and even useful systems, for which we sincerely thank
them; but all their wit and usefulness lie within certain not very wide
limits. They are wont to forget that the world is not governed by policy
and expediency. Webster never goes behind government, and so cannot speak
with authority about it. His words are wisdom to those legislators who
contemplate no essential reform in the existing government; but for
thinkers, and those who legislate for all time, he never once glances at
the subject. I know of those whose serene and wise speculations on this
theme would soon reveal the limits of his mind's range and hospitality.
Yet, compared with the cheap professions of most reformers, and the still
cheaper wisdom and eloquence of politicians in general, his are almost the
only sensible and valuable words, and we thank Heaven for him.
Comparatively, he is always strong, original, and, above all, practical.
Still, his quality is not wisdom, but prudence. The lawyer's truth is not
truth, but consistency or a consistent expediency. Truth is always in
harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice
that may consist with wrong-doing. He well deserves to be called, as he
has been called, the Defender of the Constitution. There are really no
blows to be given by him but defensive ones. He is not a leader, but a
follower. His leaders are the men of '87. "I have never made an effort,"
he says, "and never propose to make an effort; I have never countenanced
an effort, and never mean to countenance an effort, to disturb the
arrangement as originally made, by which the various States came into the
Union." Still thinking of the sanction which the Constitution gives to
slavery, he says, "Because it was a part of the original compact—let
it stand." Notwithstanding his special acuteness and ability, he is unable
to take a fact out of its merely political relations, and behold it as it
lies absolutely to be disposed of by the intellect—what, for
instance, it behooves a man to do here in America to-day with regard to
slavery, but ventures, or is driven, to make some such desperate answer as
the following, while professing to speak absolutely, and as a private man—from
which what new and singular code of social duties might be inferred? "The
manner," says he, "in which the governments of those States where slavery
exists are to regulate it is for their own consideration, under their
responsibility to their constituents, to the general laws of propriety,
humanity, and justice, and to God. Associations formed elsewhere,
springing from a feeling of humanity, or any other cause, have nothing
whatever to do with it. They have never received any encouragement from
me, and they never will."</p>
<p>They who know of no purer sources of truth, who have traced up its stream
no higher, stand, and wisely stand, by the Bible and the Constitution, and
drink at it there with reverence and humility; but they who behold where
it comes trickling into this lake or that pool, gird up their loins once
more, and continue their pilgrimage toward its fountain-head.</p>
<p>No man with a genius for legislation has appeared in America. They are
rare in the history of the world. There are orators, politicians, and
eloquent men, by the thousand; but the speaker has not yet opened his
mouth to speak who is capable of settling the much-vexed questions of the
day. We love eloquence for its own sake, and not for any truth which it
may utter, or any heroism it may inspire. Our legislators have not yet
learned the comparative value of free-trade and of freedom, of union, and
of rectitude, to a nation. They have no genius or talent for comparatively
humble questions of taxation and finance, commerce and manufacturers and
agriculture. If we were left solely to the wordy wit of legislators in
Congress for our guidance, uncorrected by the seasonable experience and
the effectual complaints of the people, America would not long retain her
rank among the nations. For eighteen hundred years, though perchance I
have no right to say it, the New Testament has been written; yet where is
the legislator who has wisdom and practical talent enough to avail himself
of the light which it sheds on the science of legislation?</p>
<p>The authority of government, even such as I am willing to submit to—for
I will cheerfully obey those who know and can do better than I, and in
many things even those who neither know nor can do so well—is still
an impure one: to be strictly just, it must have the sanction and consent
of the governed. It can have no pure right over my person and property but
what I concede to it. The progress from an absolute to a limited monarchy,
from a limited monarchy to a democracy, is a progress toward a true
respect for the individual. Even the Chinese philosopher was wise enough
to regard the individual as the basis of the empire. Is a democracy, such
as we know it, the last improvement possible in government? Is it not
possible to take a step further towards recognizing and organizing the
rights of man? There will never be a really free and enlightened State
until the State comes to recognize the individual as a higher and
independent power, from which all its own power and authority are derived,
and treats him accordingly. I please myself with imagining a State at
least which can afford to be just to all men, and to treat the individual
with respect as a neighbor; which even would not think it inconsistent
with its own repose if a few were to live aloof from it, not meddling with
it, nor embraced by it, who fulfilled all the duties of neighbors and
fellow-men. A State which bore this kind of fruit, and suffered it to drop
off as fast as it ripened, would prepare the way for a still more perfect
and glorious State, which also I have imagined, but not yet anywhere seen.</p>
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