Walden, Slavery in Massachusetts & Civil Disobedience. Генри Дэвид Торо

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 shoestrings. Take your time, and set about some free labor.

      Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever. One would say that even the prophets and redeemers had rather consoled the fears than confirmed the hopes of man. There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of God. All health and success does me good, however far off and withdrawn it may appear; all disease and failure helps to make me sad and does me evil, however much sympathy it may have with me or I with it. If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores. Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.

      I read in the Gulistan, or Flower Garden, of Sheik Sadi of Shiraz, that "they asked a wise man, saying: Of the many celebrated trees which the Most High God has created lofty and umbrageous, they call none azad, or free, excepting the cypress, which bears no fruit; what mystery is there in this? He replied, Each has its appropriate produce, and appointed season, during the continuance of which it is fresh and blooming, and during their absence dry and withered; to neither of which states is the cypress exposed, being always flourishing; and of this nature are the azads, or religious independents.—Fix not thy heart on that which is transitory; for the Dijlah, or Tigris, will continue to flow through Bagdad after the race of caliphs is extinct: if thy hand has plenty, be liberal as the date tree; but if it affords nothing to give away, be an azad, or free man, like the cypress."

      COMPLEMENTAL VERSES

       The Pretensions of Poverty

       Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch,

       To claim a station in the firmament

       Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub,

       Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue

       In the cheap sunshine or by shady springs,

       With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand,

       Tearing those humane passions from the mind,

       Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish,

       Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense,

       And, Gorgon-like, turns active men to stone.

       We not require the dull society

       Of your necessitated temperance,

       Or that unnatural stupidity

       That knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc'd

       Falsely exalted passive fortitude

       Above the active. This low abject brood,

       That fix their seats in mediocrity,

       Become your servile minds; but we advance

       Such virtues only as admit excess,

       Brave, bounteous acts, regal magnificence,

       All-seeing prudence, magnanimity

       That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue

       For which antiquity hath left no name,

       But patterns only, such as Hercules,

       Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath'd cell;

       And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere,

       Study to know but what those worthies were.

       T. CAREW