WALDEN AND ON THE DUTY OF CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE. Henry David Thoreau

example which leaves them far behind. If you give money, spend

      yourself with it, and do not merely abandon it to them. We make curious

      mistakes sometimes. Often the poor man is not so cold and hungry as he

      is dirty and ragged and gross. It is partly his taste, and not merely

      his misfortune. If you give him money, he will perhaps buy more rags

      with it. I was wont to pity the clumsy Irish laborers who cut ice on

      the pond, in such mean and ragged clothes, while I shivered in my more

      tidy and somewhat more fashionable garments, till, one bitter cold day,

      one who had slipped into the water came to my house to warm him, and I

      saw him strip off three pairs of pants and two pairs of stockings ere

      he got down to the skin, though they were dirty and ragged enough, it

      is true, and that he could afford to refuse the _extra_ garments which

      I offered him, he had so many _intra_ ones. This ducking was the very

      thing he needed. Then I began to pity myself, and I saw that it would

      be a greater charity to bestow on me a flannel shirt than a whole

      slop-shop on him. There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil

      to one who is striking at the root, and it may be that he who bestows

      the largest amount of time and money on the needy is doing the most by

      his mode of life to produce that misery which he strives in vain to

      relieve. It is the pious slave-breeder devoting the proceeds of every

      tenth slave to buy a Sunday’s liberty for the rest. Some show their

      kindness to the poor by employing them in their kitchens. Would they

      not be kinder if they employed themselves there? You boast of spending

      a tenth part of your income in charity; maybe you should spend the nine

      tenths so, and done with it. Society recovers only a tenth part of the

      property then. Is this owing to the generosity of him in whose

      possession it is found, or to the remissness of the officers of

      justice?

      Philanthropy is almost the only virtue which is sufficiently

      appreciated by mankind. Nay, it is greatly overrated; and it is our

      selfishness which overrates it. A robust poor man, one sunny day here

      in Concord, praised a fellow-townsman to me, because, as he said, he

      was kind to the poor; meaning himself. The kind uncles and aunts of the

      race are more esteemed than its true spiritual fathers and mothers. I

      once heard a reverend lecturer on England, a man of learning and

      intelligence, after enumerating her scientific, literary, and political

      worthies, Shakespeare, Bacon, Cromwell, Milton, Newton, and others,

      speak next of her Christian heroes, whom, as if his profession required

      it of him, he elevated to a place far above all the rest, as the

      greatest of the great. They were Penn, Howard, and Mrs. Fry. Every one

      must feel the falsehood and cant of this. The last were not England’s

      best men and women; only, perhaps, her best philanthropists.

      I would not subtract any thing from the praise that is due to

      philanthropy, but merely demand justice for all who by their lives and

      works are a blessing to mankind. I do not value chiefly a man’s

      uprightness and benevolence, which are, as it were, his stem and

      leaves. Those plants of whose greenness withered we make herb tea for

      the sick, serve but a humble use, and are most employed by quacks. I

      want the flower and fruit of a man; that some fragrance be wafted over

      from him to me, and some ripeness flavor our intercourse. His goodness

      must not be a partial and transitory act, but a constant superfluity,

      which costs him nothing and of which he is unconscious. This is a

      charity that hides a multitude of sins. The philanthropist too often

      surrounds mankind with the remembrance of his own cast-off griefs as an

      atmosphere, and calls it sympathy. We should impart our courage, and

      not our despair, our health and ease, and not our disease, and take

      care that this does not spread by contagion. From what southern plains

      comes up the voice of wailing? Under what latitudes reside the heathen

      to whom we would send light? Who is that intemperate and brutal man

      whom we would redeem? If any thing ail a man, so that he does not

      perform his functions, if he have a pain in his bowels even,—for that

      is the seat of sympathy,—he forthwith sets about reforming—the world.

      Being a microcosm himself, he discovers, and it is a true discovery,

      and he is the man to make it,—that the world has been eating green

      apples; to his eyes, in fact, the globe itself is a great green apple,

      which there is danger awful to think of that the children of men will

      nibble before it is ripe; and straightway his drastic philanthropy

      seeks out the Esquimaux and the Patagonian, and embraces the populous

      Indian and Chinese villages; and thus, by a few years of philanthropic

      activity, the powers in the mean while using him for their own ends, no

      doubt, he cures himself of his dyspepsia, the globe acquires a faint

      blush on one or both of its cheeks, as if it were beginning to be ripe,

      and life loses its crudity and is once more sweet and wholesome to

      live. I never dreamed of any enormity greater than I have committed. I

      never knew, and never shall know, a worse man than myself.

      I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with

      his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is

      his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the

      morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous

      companions without apology. My excuse for not lecturing against the use

      of tobacco is, that I never chewed it; that is a penalty which reformed

      tobacco-chewers have to pay; though there are things enough I have

      chewed, which I could lecture against. If you should ever be betrayed

      into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what

      your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing. Rescue the drowning

      and tie your shoe-strings. Take your time, and set about some free

      labor.

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