第8章 "VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE"(8)

And yet, when all has been said, the man who should hold back from marriage is in the same case with him who runs away from battle.To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.It is lawful to pray God that we be not led into temptation; but not lawful to skulk from those that come to us.The noblest passage in one of the noblest books of this century, is where the old pope glories in the trial, nay, in the partial fall and but imperfect triumph, of the younger hero.(1) Without some such manly note, it were perhaps better to have no conscience at all.But there is a vast difference between teaching flight, and showing points of peril that a man may march the more warily.And the true conclusion of this paper is to turn our back on apprehensions, and embrace that shining and courageous virtue, Faith.Hope is the boy, a blind, headlong, pleasant fellow, good to chase swallows with the salt; Faith is the grave, experienced, yet smiling man.Hope lives on ignorance; open-eyed Faith is built upon a knowledge of our life, of the tyranny of circumstance and the frailty of human resolution.Hope looks for unqualified success; but Faith counts certainly on failure, and takes honourable defeat to be a form of victory.

Hope is a kind old pagan; but Faith grew up in Christian days, and early learnt humility.In the one temper, a man is indignant that he cannot spring up in a clap to heights of elegance and virtue; in the other, out of a sense of his infirmities, he is filled with confidence because a year has come and gone, and he has still preserved some rags of honour.

In the first, he expects an angel for a wife; in the last, he knows that she is like himself - erring, thoughtless, and untrue; but like himself also, filled with a struggling radiancy of better things, and adorned with ineffective qualities.You may safely go to school with hope; but ere you marry, should have learned the mingled lesson of the world:

that dolls are stuffed with sawdust, and yet are excellent play-things; that hope and love address themselves to a perfection never realised, and yet, firmly held, become the salt and staff of life; that you yourself are compacted of infirmities, perfect, you might say, in imperfection, and yet you have a something in you lovable and worth preserving; and that, while the mass of mankind lies under this scurvy condemnation, you will scarce find one but, by some generous reading, will become to you a lesson, a model, and a noble spouse through life.So thinking, you will constantly support your own unworthiness, and easily forgive the failings of your friend.Nay, you will be I wisely glad that you retain the sense of blemishes; for the faults of married people continually spur up each of them, hour by hour, to do better and to meet and love upon a higher ground.And ever, between the failures, there will come glimpses of kind virtues to encourage and console.

(1) Browning's RING AND BOOK.

III.- ON FALLING IN LOVE

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

THERE is only one event in life which really astonishes a man and startles him out of his prepared opinions.Everything else befalls him very much as he expected.Event succeeds to event, with an agreeable variety indeed, but with little that is either startling or intense; they form together no more than a sort of background, or running accompaniment to the man's own reflections; and he falls naturally into a cool, curious, and smiling habit of mind, and builds himself up in a conception of life which expects to-morrow to be after the pattern of to-day and yesterday.He may be accustomed to the vagaries of his friends and acquaintances under the influence of love.He may sometimes look forward to it for himself with an incomprehensible expectation.But it is a subject in which neither intuition nor the behaviour of others will help the philosopher to the truth.There is probably nothing rightly thought or rightly written on this matter of love that is not a piece of the person's experience.I remember an anecdote of a well-known French theorist, who was debating a point eagerly in his CENACLE.It was objected against him that he had never experienced love.Whereupon he arose, left the society, and made it a point not to return to it until he considered that he had supplied the defect."Now," he remarked, on entering, "now I am in a position to continue the discussion." Perhaps he had not penetrated very deeply into the subject after all;but the story indicates right thinking, and may serve as an apologue to readers of this essay.