ut help of books.
Reverie, unknown to me in the days of bondage, has brought me solace; I
hope it has a little advanced me in wisdom.
For not, surely, by deliberate effort of thought does a man grow wise.
The truths of life are not discovered by us. At moments unforeseen, some
gracious influence descends upon the soul, touching it to an emotion
which, we know not how, the mind transmutes into thought. This can
happen only in a calm of the senses, a surrender of the whole being to
passionless contemplation. I understand, now, the intellectual mood of
the quietist.
Of course my good housekeeper has tended me perfectly, with the minimum
of needless talk. Wonderful woman!
If the evidence of a well-spent life is necessarily seen in "honour,
love, obedience, troops of friends," mine, it is clear, has fallen short
of a moderate ideal. Friends I have had, and have; but very few. Honour
and obedience--why, by a stretch, Mrs. M--- may perchance represent these
blessings. As for love--?
Let me tell myself the truth. Do I really believe that at any time of my
life I have been the kind of man who merits affection? I think not. I
have always been much too self-absorbed; too critical of all about me;
too unreasonably proud. Such men as I live and die alone, however much
in appearance accompanied. I do not repine at it; nay, lying day after
day in solitude and silence, I have felt glad that it was so. At least I
give no one trouble, and that is much. Most solemnly do I hope that in
the latter days no long illness awaits me. May I pass quickly from this
life of quiet enjoyment to the final peace. So shall no one think of me
with pained sympathy or with weariness. One--two--even three may
possibly feel regret, come the end how it may, but I do not flatter
myself that to them I am more than an object of kindly thought at long
intervals. It is enough; it signifies that I have not erred wholly. And
when I think that my daily life testifies to an act of kindness such as I
could never have dreamt of meriting from the man who performed it, may I
not be much more than content?
VI.
How I envy those who become prudent without thwackings of experience!
Such men seem to be not uncommon. I don't mean cold-blooded calculators
of profit and loss in life's possibilities; nor yet the plodding dull,
who never have imagination enough to quit the beaten track of security;
but bright-witted and large-hearted fellows wh
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