the procession of life-第2部分

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of　society　melt　away　like　a　vapor　when　we　would　grasp　it　with　the

hand。　Were　Byron　now　alive；　and　Burns；　the　first　would　come　from

his　ancestral　abbey；　flinging　aside；　although　unwillingly；　the

inherited　honors　of　a　thousand　years；　to　take　the　arm　of　the

mighty　peasant　who　grew　immortal　while　he　stooped　behind　his

plough。　These　are　gone；　but　the　hall；　the　farmer's　fireside；　the

hut；　perhaps　the　palace；　the　counting…room；　the　workshop；　the

village；　the　city；　life's　high　places　and　low　ones；　may　all

produce　their　poets；　whom　a　common　temperament　pervades　like　an

electric　sympathy。　Peer　or　ploughman；　we　will　muster　them　pair　by

pair　and　shoulder　to　shoulder。　Even　society；　in　its　most

artificial　state；　consents　to　this　arrangement。　These　factory

girls　from　Lowell　shall　mate　themselves　with　the　pride　of

drawing…rooms　and　literary　circles；　the　bluebells　in　fashion's

nosegay；　the　Sapphos；　and　Montagues；　and　Nortons　of　the　age。

Other　modes　of　intellect　bring　together　as　strange　companies。

Silk…gowned　professor　of　languages；　give　your　arm　to　this　sturdy

blacksmith；　and　deem　yourself　honored　by　the　conjunction；　though

you　behold　him　grimy　from　the　anvil。　All　varieties　of　human

speech　are　like　his　mother　tongue　to　this　rare　man。

Indiscriminately　let　those　take　their　places；　of　whatever　rank

they　come；　who　possess　the　kingly　gifts　to　lead　armies　or　to　sway

a　peopleNature's　generals；　her　lawgivers；　her　kings；　and　with

them　also　the　deep　philosophers　who　think　the　thought　in　one

generation　that　is　to　revolutionize　society　in　the　next。　With　the

hereditary　legislator　in　whom　eloquence　is　a　far…descended

attainmenta　rich　echo　repeated　by　powerful　voices　from　Cicero

downwardwe　will　match　some　wondrous　backwoodsman；　who　has

caught　a　wild　power　of　language　from　the　breeze　among　his　native

forest　boughs。　But　we　may　safely　leave　these　brethren　and

sisterhood　to　settle　their　own　congenialities。　Our　ordinary

distinctions　become　so　trifling；　so　impalpable；　so　ridiculously

visionary；　in　comparison　with　a　classification　founded　on　truth；

that　all　talk　about　the　matter　is　immediately　a　common　place。



Yet　the　longer　I　reflect　the　less　am　I　satisfied　with　the　idea　of

forming　a　separate　class　of　mankind　on　the　basis　of　high

intellectual　power。　At　best　it　is　but　a　higher　development　of

innate　gifts　common　to　all。　Perhaps；　moreover；　he　whose　genius

appears　deepest　and　truest　excels　his　fellows　in　nothing　save　the

knack　of　expression；　he　throws　out　occasionally　a　lucky　hint　at

truths　of　which　every　human　soul　is　profoundly；　though

unutterably；　conscious。　Therefore；　though　we　suffer　the

brotherhood　of　intellect　to　march　onward　together；　it　may　be

doubted　whether　their　peculiar　relation　will　not　begin　to　vanish

as　soon　as　the　procession　shall　have　passed　beyond　the　circle　of

this　present　world。　But　we　do　not　classify　for　eternity。



And　next；　let　the　trumpet　pour　forth　a　funereal　wail；　and　the

herald's　voice　give　breath　in　one　vast　cry　to　all　the　groans　and

grievous　utterances　that　are　audible　throughout　the　earth。　We

appeal　now　to　the　sacred　bond　of　sorrow；　and　summon　the　great

multitude　who　labor　under　similar　afflictions　to　take　their

places　in　the　march。



How　many　a　heart　that　would　have　been　insensible　to　any　other

call　has　responded　to　the　doleful　accents　of　that　voice！　It　has

gone　far　and　wide；　and　high　and　low；　and　left　scarcely　a　mortal

roof　unvisited。　Indeed；　the　principle　is　only　too　universal　for

our　purpose；　and；　unless　we　limit　it；　will　quite　break　up　our

classification　of　mankind；　and　convert　the　whole　procession　into

a　funeral　train。　We　will　therefore　be　at　some　pains　to

discriminate。　Here　comes　a　lonely　rich　man：　he　has　built　a　noble

fabric　for　his　dwelling…house；　with　a　front　of　stately

architecture　and　marble　floors　and　doors　of　precious　woods；　the

whole　structure　is　as　beautiful　as　a　dream　and　as　substantial　as

the　native　rock。　But　the　visionary　shapes　of　a　long　posterity；

for　whose　home　this　mansion　was　intended；　have　faded　into

nothingness　since　the　death　of　the　founder's　only　son。　The　rich

man　gives　a　glance　at　his　sable　garb　in　one　of　the　splendid

mirrors　of　his　drawing…room；　and　descending　a　flight　of　lofty

steps　instinctively　offers　his　arm　to　yonder　poverty　stricken

widow　in　the　rusty　black　bonnet；　and　with　a　check　apron　over　her

patched　gown。　The　sailor　boy；　who　was　her　sole　earthly　stay；　was

washed　overboard　in　a　late　tempest。　This　couple　from　the　palace

and　the　almshouse　are　but　the　types　of　thousands　more　who

represent　the　dark　tragedy　of　life　and　seldom　quarrel　for　the

upper　parts。　Grief　is　such　a　leveller；　with　its　own　dignity　and

its　own　humility；　that　the　noble　and　the　peasant；　the　beggar　and

the　monarch；　will　waive　their　pretensions　to　external　rank

without　the　officiousness　of　interference　on　our　part。　If

pridethe　influence　of　the　world's　false　distinctionsremain　in

the　heart；　then　sorrow　lacks　the　earnestness　which　makes　it　holy

and　reverend。　It　loses　its　reality　and　becomes　a　miserable

shadow。　On　this　ground　we　have　an　opportunity　to　assign　over

multitudes　who　would　willingly　claim　places　here　to　other　parts

of　the　procession。　If　the　mourner　have　anything　dearer　than　his

grief　he　must　seek　his　true　position　elsewhere。　There　are　so　many

unsubstantial　sorrows　which　the　necessity　of　our　mortal　state

begets　on　idleness；　that　an　observer；　casting　aside　sentiment；　is

sometimes　led　to　question　whether　there　be　any　real　woe；　except

absolute　physical　suffering　and　the　loss　of　closest　friends。　A

crowd　who　exhibit　what　they　deem　to　be　broken　heartsand　among

them　many　lovelorn　maids　and　bachelors；　and　men　of　disappointed

ambition　in　arts　or　politics；　and　the　poor　who　were　once　rich；　or

who　have　sought　to　be　rich　in　vainthe　great　majority　of　these

may　ask　admittance　into　some　other　fraternity。　There　is　no　room

here。　Perhaps　we　may　institute　a　separate　class　where　such

unfortunates　will　naturally　fall　into　the　procession。　Meanwhile

let　them　stand　aside　and　patiently　await　their　time。



If　our　trumpeter　can　borrow　a　note　from　the　doomsday　trumpet

blast；　let　him　sound　it　now。　The　dread　alarum　should　make　the

earth　quake　to　its　centre；　for　the　herald　is　about　to　address

mankind　with　a　summons　to　which　even　the　purest　mortal　may　be

sensible　of　some　faint　responding　echo　in　his　breast。　In　many

bosoms　it　will　awaken　a　still　small　voice　more　terrible　than　its

own　reverberating　uproar。



The　hideous　appeal　has　swept　around　the　globe。　Come；　all　ye

guilty　ones；　and　rank　yourselves　in　accordance　with　the

brotherhood　of　crime。　This；　indeed；　is　an　awful　summons。　I　almost

tremble　to　look　at　the　strange　partnerships　that　begin　to　be

formed；　reluctantly；　but　by　the　in　vincible　necessity　of　like　to

like　in　this　part　of　the　procession。　A　forger　from　the　state

prison　seizes　the　arm　of　a　distinguished　financier。　How

indignantly　does　the　latter　plead　his　fair　reputation　upon

'Change；　and　insist　that　his　operations；　by