James De Mille's
"Phi Beta Kappa Poem"
Edited and with an Introduction by
Patricia Monk
The republication of James De Mille's untitled
poem on the state of humankind, read at the anniversary exercises of the Phi Beta Kappa
society of Brown University on June 16, 1879, is of considerable interest to students of
De Mille and of nineteenth-century Canadian literature. De Mille is, of course, best
known to Canadian readers for his "science fiction" novel, A Strange
Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder, which occupies an important place in the
development of Canadian fiction in the late nineteenth century; he is also known, to a
somewhat lesser extent, for the posthumously published Behind the Veil, a long poem
on immortality and Divine Love. The Phi Beta Kappa poem sheds more light not only on
the author of these two works but also on the relationship between them, since they can
now be seen, together with the poem itself, as parts of a total oeuvre, rather than as
isolated pieces as they have been. This development in turn begins to fill in one
more gap in the as yet incomplete map of nineteenth-century literary history in Canada.
Most
importantly, the Phi Beta Kappa poem provides solid evidence of the talent for verse
attributed to De Mille by correspondents describing him, some years after his death, to
Archibald MacMechan, who was at that time contemplating writing a biography of De
Mille. There are some examples of light verse in manuscript in the Archives of
Dalhousie's Killam Library, including the elaborately illustrated "Eggs, Eggs,
Eggs" (a parody of Tennyson's "Break, Break, Break") reproduced in part by
MacMechan in his 1906 article on De Mille for the Canadian Magazine. There is also,
moreover, among MacMechan's notes, a reference to a notebook of De Mille's (now apparently
lost) containing a great deal of verse. But the Phi Beta Kappa poem is the first
extended example of De Mille's verse, other than Behind the Veil, to see daylight
since the author's death, and it may prove to be the only one to do so.
That
this talent attributed to De Mille may have been quite considerable is suggested by the
evident skill with which he manipulates the form and thought of the poem. To begin
with, his debt to the Age of Reason to Pope, Johnson, and Goldsmith, in particular
is apparent in his choice of the heroic couplet. De Mille's own couplets,
although perhaps not as expertly turned as those of his masters, are for the most part
respectably and occasionally even sharply executed. His comment, for example, that
"these things must be, the world shall never lack / The swindler and twaddler and the
quack" (11.113-114), without being obviously dependent on any particular rhetorical
devotee, nevertheless fairly spits contempt. Yet De Mille is far from displaying the
saeva indignatio of Swift, and his lines lack the persistent waspishness of
Pope's. In fact, of all his eighteenth-century models, he is perhaps closest to
Goldsmith in mood, for the point of the poem turns on a plea for mercy for errant
humankind: "Scan not too strictly how man's life is spent, / But give him
credit for his good intent; / So may the path with good intentions paven / Lead him, not
down to hell, but up to Heaven" (11.191-194), and in the last line of this, although
the phrasing echoes Johnson's "Sir, hell is paved with good intentions", De
Mille turns it to precisely the opposite effect. This manipulation of one of
Johnson's pronouncements is one of many literary allusions worked skilfully (and sometimes
also playfully) into the text of the poem, and like all the others it is more than a sign
of a "literary man" addressing an audience of the same. Allusion, whether
it is played straight or given a satiric twist, is for De Mille a device for manipulating
the tone and for modulating it from the satiric opening, through the carefully reasoned
middle section, into the almost passionate vision of the triumph of Truth which concludes
the poem. It is the demonstration of this and other verbal skills which enforces De
Mille's claim to a talent for verse.
Almost
equally importantly, the satiric vision of this Phi Beta Kappa poem makes very clear its
link with Strange Manuscript. Both the poem and the novel maintain a healthy
scepticism about human society, recorded by a clear-eyed and keen-witted observer.
There is in the earlier novel (and if we accept A.H. De Mille's claim in a letter that Strange
Manuscript was one the first things his brother wrote, we may consider it very early)
an exuberance of fantastic imagination, which in the later poem is replaced by a more
sober and tempered judgment (De Mille was 46 in 1879), but the two are nevertheless
manifestly akin in their vision of the folly, corruption, and potential for good, of human
society.
In view
of this likeness, Behind the Veil may seem, on the other hand, to be even more than
previously an isolated work. I would argue, however, that it is to be seen as
complementary to them the other face of Janus, so to speak. Set against the
basically social vision of the Phi Beta Kappa poem, the other-worldly vision of Behind the
Veil becomes even more startling and intriguing in its mysticism a view of the
poem which I have developed fully in a separate article (cf. Canadian Poetry
3, Fall/Winter 1978). The strength of the likeness between Strange Manuscript
and the Phi Beta Kappa poem, however, merely forces the complementary difference of Behind
the Veil to stronger relief. Moreover, our understanding of De Mille himself
becomes more three-dimensional as the two sides of his work are brought into a stronger
relationship.
Although
the existence of the Phi Beta Kappa poem itself was not unknown between 1879 and 1979, it
was for the most part forgotten (except for brief mentions and the reprinting of a section
in the Brown Alumni Monthly for July 1907, to accompany an article on De
Mille). The poem in fact exists in two versions: a manuscript in the Killam
Library Archives of Dalhousie University (cited from this point as MS) and a published
version in the columns of the Providence Daily Journal for June 18, 1879 (cited
from this point as Journal). The following text has been prepared from
these two versions.
The
status of the MS is not entirely clear. It came to the Dalhousie Archives as a gift
from Laurence Burpee in 1926, having been found among the papers of Frederick De Mille,
James's younger brother. Burpee's accompanying letter suggests that the MS
"seems to be rather in Fred's hand writing than James's". It seems
probable that James's own copy, the one from which he read, went to the Journal as
the copy for setting up the published version.
There
are certain features of the two versions which deserve comment. There is a
noticeable lack of punctuation, especially final punctuation, in the MS, but in a few
instances the MS punctuation gives a better reading than that of the Journal, and I
have preferred it. I have indicated these instances in my notes to the poems, but I
have not indicated where the Journal merely supplies punctuation lacking in the MS,
unless there is a clear difference in the sense as a result. There are also
discrepancies between the MS and the Journal which are equally unlikely to be
mistakes by the Journal's compositor's or mistakes by a careless copyist. I
have indicated these differences in my notes, but such obvious misprints as do occur in
the Journal I have corrected without a note. I have retained the paragraphing
as shown in the Journal, and noted where the MS does not agree with this, but I
have indented the first line of each paragraph without authority from either the MS or the
Journal, in order to avoid possible ambiguity.
I would
like to thank the Librarians of Dalhousie's Killam Library and Brown University's John Hay
Library for the use of material from their Archives.
Prof. De Mille's Poem
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Of all the questions that engage the
mind, |
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This is the chief, "How fares
it with mankind?" |
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Each mortal gives an answer of his
own, |
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But every answer has a different
tone |
5 |
Some burst in laughter, some to
weeping fall, |
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Banter with Horace, storm with
Juvenal, |
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Find virtue all too weak, or vice
too strong, |
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And so declare whatever is,
is wrong. |
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Hunt, through Ben Adhem, says with
genial pen, |
10 |
"Write me as one who loves his
fellow-men." |
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Byron exclaims in gloomy reverie, |
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"I have not loved the world,
nor the world me." |
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With these observers let us take our
stand, |
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And walk awhile with each one
hand-in-hand |
15 |
Be ours the task with equal eye to
scan |
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The darker ills and brighter hopes
of man; |
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And though you say, returned from
this review, |
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"What's new is false, what's
true is nothing new." |
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Our work at least may serve to while
away |
20 |
Some fifteen minutes of a summer
day. |
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|
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Among the charges by the accuser made, |
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The first is this: It is an age of
trade. |
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Franklin, he cries, in worldly
wisdom sage, |
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Taught mammon worship to the present
age; |
25 |
Our children learn his precepts and
his rules, |
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Write them as copy-heads in all the
schools, |
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Read volumes, which their teacher's
hand prepares, |
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Of self-made rogues and lucky
millionaires, |
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And learn, betimes, this lesson far
and wide: |
30 |
Be virtuous and you'll be rich
beside. |
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The boy with such a training grows a
man |
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With this one motto:
"Grab what'er you can!" |
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Asks this as the first question of
the day |
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Of every human calling, "Will
it pay?" |
35 |
As trader, seeks the great
commercial marts |
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And stalks to fortune over broken
hearts; |
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As lawyer, sets his price and sells
the laws |
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To advocate some scoundrel client's
cause; |
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As doctor, diligently cures or
kills, |
40 |
Reckless of all things while his
purse he fills; |
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As preacher, fashions his religious
views |
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To raise a salary and fill the pews
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Ready alike to prattle or to pray |
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And damns or blesses as the people
pay; |
45 |
As statesman, acts on Walpole's sage
advice, |
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Clothes in the maxim, "Each man
has his price," |
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Holds most things false, but this,
at least, as true, |
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The paths of glory lead to fortune
too. |
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Behold another evil of the day: |
50 |
The love of tawdry show and vain
display. |
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Gripus robs saving banks, despoils
the poor, |
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Plunders the widow, robs the
orphan's store; |
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The gold, bedewed with tears, is
flung aside, |
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What cost a life is offered up to
pride. |
55 |
Volpones, after robbing half the
town, |
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Can never keep his ostentation down, |
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And all his millions fail to satisfy |
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Unless he flaunts them in the public
eye. |
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No better are the teachers of the
age, |
60 |
The same coarse purposes their
thoughts engage, |
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They write, they teach, yet seek,
where'er they go, |
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Not sacred truths, but merely vulgar
show. |
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Preachers,
like boys, delight in "showing off," |
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Till those who came to pray remain
to scoff; |
65 |
Sensation! O, sensation! they
proclaim |
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Till earth's remotest nation learns
their name. |
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Behind all these there comes another
swarm |
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Of rampant Radicals who bawl
"Reform;" |
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Men who pervert all words, turn
black to white, |
70 |
Virtue they treat as vice, and wrong
as right, |
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They pose, they swell, they
attitudinize, |
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And strut before the world's
astonished eyes, |
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Sensation mongers with but this in
view |
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To startle by some doctrine strange
and new. |
75 |
The evil heightens and the end draws
near, |
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When new instructors will of course
appear |
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Preaching polygamy and parricide, |
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And every other earthly crime
beside, |
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And war on all things till this mad
world goes |
80 |
Back to the whence it first arose. |
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Another folly of the age is shown |
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By those who claim all culture as
their own, |
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Our fashionable critic moves about, |
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His mental temper universal doubt; |
85 |
At every old belief he coldly mocks |
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And bids man builds his faith on
paradox. |
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By these the great memorials of the
past, |
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Down to oblivion and contempt are
cast: |
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At ancient and at modern art they
smile, |
90 |
Greek is all stiffness, Gothic
puerile. |
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Others more exquisitely still
refined |
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Survey all nature with fastidious
mind |
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With such high culture that they
disapprove |
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Of all on earth below or heaven
above. |
95 |
For these in nature all is overdone; |
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Too dim the moon, too garish is the
sun; |
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The rainbow is for these a tawdry
show |
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And vulgar is the sunset's golden
glow. |
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Still bolder grown, our fierce
iconoclast |
100 |
Assails the virtues prized through
all the past, |
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Calls faith a phantom, holy love a
cheat, |
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Immortal hope the senses found
deceit; |
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Honor, and loyalty and sacred truth. |
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Fit virtues only for the callower
youth, |
105 |
Good for beginners but quite out of
place |
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In those who seek to guide the human
race. |
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So these like Buddhas, wrapt in
thoughts sublime, |
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In deep self-contemplation pass the
time, |
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And with all other idols overthrown, |
110 |
They worship nothing but themselves
alone. |
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Self-seeking, self-indulgence, self display, |
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From these arise the evils of the
day, |
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These things must be, the world
shall never lack |
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The swindler and the twaddler and
the quack, |
115 |
Yet, he who seeks may find a
counterpoise |
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To all this coarse presence and
vulgar noise. |
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Man's possibilities to fairly test, |
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Take not as type the basest but the
best. |
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Select a Shakespeare rather than a
sot, |
120 |
A Homer rather than a Hottentot. |
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Behind the external show, they hold
their place, |
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The better portion of the human race
|
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The man who seeks his humble part to
do, |
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The earnest sage with audience fit
though few, |
125 |
He who condemns the sophist's
shallow art, |
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He who is clean of hands and pure of
heart, |
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He who lives out his life without a
spot, |
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Who swears to his own hurt and
changes not |
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All these remain, content to live
obscure, |
130 |
With this aim only, that their lives
be pure. |
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Wherefore as man's true leaders we revere, |
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The self-contained, the simple, the
sincere, |
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The world owes nothing to the vulgar
crowd |
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Of rich, of great, of titled and of
proud; |
135 |
But from the earnest thinker man
receives |
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The good he owns, the faith that he
believes. |
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Croesus and Crassus serve as foils
to show |
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The worth of Solon and of Cicero. |
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Go, wiser thou, whom such examples
please, |
140 |
Study the discipline of Socrates. |
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Learn the great lesson Horace left
behind: |
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Blend simple pleasures with the care
of mind. |
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See from the life and teaching of
Thoreau |
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How little may suffice for man
below; |
145 |
High life, low thinking shun, as
Wordsworth taught, |
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Choose thou, instead, plain life and
lofty thought; |
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And the chief energies of life
direct |
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Not to the income but the intellect; |
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Or take the pregnant truth by Milton
given, |
150 |
Of his own mind, man makes his hell
or heaven; |
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That heaven, that hell, within the
mind must rise, |
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For man on earth or man beyond the
skies. |
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|
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Yet while from man we single out the boss, |
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On the great world our hopes may
also rest, |
155 |
And when its inner self is
understood |
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Still is the evil balanced by the
good. |
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He sees not all who views man's acts
alone, |
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Good motives for base actions oft
atone; |
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Wherefore man's inmost character
enquire, |
160 |
Not from his life, but from his
heart's desire. |
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Behind ill deeds may good intentions
lurk, |
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Man's wish is often better than his
work; |
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And often, though unwilling, 'tie
his curse |
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To love the better part, yet do the
worse. |
165 |
See Shelley, high in mind yet low in
act; |
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See Burns, a king in thought, a
slave in fact, |
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See Poe, in spirit pure, in life a
sot; |
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See Bacon, seeking good, yet
following not; |
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Rousseau and Byron each in turn
behold, |
170 |
In love with virtue, yet by vice
controlled. |
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Thus many pass their days in painful
strife |
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With loves and longings better than
their life; |
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Man's acts take shape from man's
environment, |
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With his own work no mortal is
content; |
175 |
Many the better part may vainly
seek, |
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The spirit often wills, the flesh is
weak: |
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And faithful souls who for their
Lord would die, |
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Sleep while their Lord is in His
agony; |
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Nor this forget, that man for each
offence |
180 |
Oft bears the antidote of penitence; |
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See how with all his folly and his
sin, |
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He judges from his better self
within; |
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Still to bad acts the better thought
succeeds, |
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Man's sentences are juster than his
deeds. |
185 |
Thus he casts down the mighty to the
dust |
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And raises up the humble and the
just. |
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What seemed his best is judged to be
his worst, |
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In life an idol, but in death
accurst: |
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So may his victim rise to be his
lord, |
190 |
One day the crucified, the next
adored. |
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Scan not too strictly how man's life
is spent, |
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But give him credit for his good
intent; |
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So may the path with good intentions
paven |
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Lead him, not down to hell, but up
to Heaven |
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195 |
Behold man's general life from age
to age, |
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Virtue and vice by turns his
thoughts engage; |
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Vice seeks a present pleasure for
the sense, |
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Virtue a bar off, future recompense; |
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One spring to life and hurries on to
die, |
200 |
The other lives to immortality; |
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Successive generations onward move |
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And learn new lessons, new
allurements love, |
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Act from new principles of blame or
praise, |
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Judge by new standards, new ideals
raise, |
205 |
Thus there arise the men of lofty
tone |
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Who follow virtue for herself alone
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The men who love their fellow-men to
bless, |
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The aristocracy of righteousness. |
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These form the high and pure
humanity |
210 |
Whose judgment is the true vox
populi. |
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For
every mortal who has lived or died, |
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God's judgment is prepared and man's
beside. |
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Public opinion scrutinizes all, |
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And judges every man, or great or
small; |
215 |
Her awful presence we may plainly
trace |
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Sitting in judgment o'er the human
race. |
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She shall be judge of all, and none
may fly |
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That inquisition, or that doom defy. |
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For every man she keeps this
judgment day, |
220 |
For all the acts we do, the words we
say. |
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The Heaven of God the just may hope
to find, |
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And, joined to this, the memory of
mankind; |
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The great Valhalia-hall of human
fame, |
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Where mortal man finds an immortal
name; |
225 |
There dwelt the Aesir, who, at
duty's call, |
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Gave grandly up themselves, their
lives, their all. |
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Of these, America may claim a share, |
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And point to those whose names are
written there. |
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Therefore shall North and South in
union come |
230 |
To twine their garlands round their
children's tomb: |
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There shall the land its solemn
honours pay |
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And name their name on Decoration
Day; |
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There let the vanquished South
recount with pride |
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How Lee commanded and how Jackson
died; |
235 |
Then let the North relate how plain
John Brown |
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Fought the good fight and won the
martyr's crown; |
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Or how his battle fought, his victory won, |
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Heaven claimed the Liberator
Garrison, |
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Who now with martyr's crown and
victor's palm |
240 |
Roeline, upon the breast of Abraham. |
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On such as these, the leaders of our race, |
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Our faith we rest, and all our hopes
we place |
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By whose great lives this one great
truth is shown, |
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Man may not live for his own self
alone. |
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245 |
This struggle comes to all beneath the sky, |
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Selfhood to please, or selfhood to
defy. |
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All men must make the choice of
Hercules, |
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Between the tons that bless, the
joys that please: |
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And still to ail the cry comes from
above: |
250 |
Choose ye this day whom ye will
serve and love: |
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The Baal of baseness, or the God
alone |
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Who leads where heroes and where
saints have gone. |
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Thus while on earth iniquities abound, |
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By earnest seekers good may still be
found. |
255 |
The eternal verities of God are
hers, |
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And these she offers to her
worshippers |
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Pureness in heart, in action
righteousness, |
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With pity for our fellows in
distress, |
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The bright and chivalrous virtues,
steadfast faith, |
260 |
Honor unstained, courage that
conquers death, |
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Just judgment o'er ourselves, warm
human love, |
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And crowning all a trust in God
above; |
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Though now the common-place of daily
life, |
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These have been gained from
centuries of strife, |
265 |
And long resisted have been won at
last |
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Through suffering in all ages of the
past. |
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Great Truth herself for us all these
has gained, |
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For us the long laborious strife
sustained, |
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Bearing these gifts of God through
myriad years, |
270 |
She comes to us, in sweat, and
blood, and tears. |
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Obscure, by taunts and mockings
harshly schooled, |
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Despised, denounced, rejected,
ridiculed, |
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Suffering the stroke of power, the
scorn of pride, |
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Reviled tormented, scourged, and
crucified; |
275 |
Until at last the awful pathway
o'er, |
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She rises up to the right hand of
power, |
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And over ail who bless, and all who
curse, |
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Reigns, the throned monarch of the
universe |
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And she shall reign, till all her
work complete |
280 |
All earthly things be put beneath
her feet. |
Notes
Title: |
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MS has no title; this is the Journal
heading. |
line 8: |
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Cf. Pope, "And, spite of
Pride, in erring Reason's spite, / One truth is clear, "Whatever IS, is RIGHT" (An
Essay on Man, Ep. I, 11. 293-294). |
9: |
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Leigh Hunt, "Abou Ben Adhem and
the Angel". |
12: |
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Byron, Childe Harold, Canto
III, St. cxiii. |
19: |
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MS reading; Journal
"Our work, at least, may . . . "
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20: |
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MS
"summers".
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40: |
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Attributed to Sir Robert Walpole by
many authorities, but apparently a very much older proverbial expression. |
48: |
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MS reading; Journal
has "paths to". Cf. Gray, "I paths of glory lead but to the
grave" (Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, l.
36). This line is
followed by the incomplete, nonscanning line "Another vice unsolved makes us
know", and between this and l. 49, in the left hand margin, appears the
notation [?<]. This line does not appear in the Journal text.
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51: |
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Cf. Pope, "Is yellow dirt the
passion of thy life? / Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife" (An Essay on Man,
Ep. IV, 11. 279-280). |
55: |
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The reference is apparently to
Jonson's Volpone, but "Volpones" is the reading in both the MS and the Journal. |
59: |
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MS new paragraph. |
62: |
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MS "truths" |
64: |
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Cf. Goldsmith, from his lips
prevail'd with double sway, / And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray" (The
Deserted Village, II. 179-180). |
67: |
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MS new paragraph. |
75: |
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MS new paragraph. |
99: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
a final comma. |
108: |
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MS reading; Journal has
"self-contemplation". |
111: |
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MS no new paragraph. Cf.
Tennyson, "Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, / These three alone lead to
sovereign power" (Oenone, 11. 142-14). |
116: |
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MS "To all this coarse
prentence [sic], this vulgar noise". |
118: |
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MS "types". |
121: |
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MS "peace". |
123: |
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MS indicates a new paragraph
beginning here; Journal omits the final comma. |
124: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
a comma after audience. Cf. Milton ". . . still govern thou my Song, /
Urania, and fit audience find, though few" (Paridise Lost Book VII,
30-31). |
125: |
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MS reading; Journal has
"contemns". |
129: |
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MS reading; Journal omits
final comma. |
131: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
comma after "wherefore"; MS no new paragraph. |
130: |
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MS "care" |
136: |
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MS repeats "receives" from
line above. |
150: |
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Milton, "The mind is its own
place, and in it self / Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n" (Paradise
Lost, Book I, I1. 254-255). |
154: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
comma after "world" and has a final semi-colon. |
164: |
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Cf. St. Paul, "For the
good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not that I do" (Romans 7.19,
King James' version). |
165-168: |
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Cf. Pope, "See
FALKLAND dies, the virtuous and the just / See god-like TURENNE prostrate on the dust!/See
SIDNEY bleeds amid the martial strife!" (An Epistle on Man, Epistle IV,
11. 99-101). |
169: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
comma after "Byron" and has a final semi-colon instead of a comma. |
171: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
final semi-colon. |
182: |
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MS "urges". |
191: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
commas after "not" and "strictly". |
193-194: |
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Cf. Samuel Johnson,
"Sir, Hell is paved with good intentions" (Boswell's Life, under 16 April
1775). |
198: |
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MS reading; Journal "afar
off". |
205: |
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MS reading; Journal inserts
comma after "arise." |
211: |
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MS no new paragraph. |
218: |
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MS reading; Journal omits
comma after "inquisition". |
219: |
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MS new paragraph. |
223: |
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MS "Walhalla". |
225: |
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The Aesir (ON As god, pl.
AEsir) were the deities of Scandinavian mythology, including Odin, Frigg, Tyr, Thor,
Balder, Heimdall, Loki, and others. |
227: |
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MS no new paragraph. |
232: |
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MS "decoration day".
Decoration Day (30 May) is the U.S. holiday originally "set apart for decorating the
graves of soldiers and sailers who fell in the war for the union (1861-1865). There
is now a tendency throughout the country to adopt the term Memorial Day instead of
Decortion Day" (Funk & Wagnall's New Standard Dictionary). |
234: |
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Robert E. Lee (1807-1870), the
Confederate General in the war for the union; Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall"
Jackson (1824-1863), Lee's principal lieutenant. |
235: |
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MS "recall"; John Brown
(1800-1859), hanged on 2 December 1859 for his raid on Harper's Ferry in the cause of the
emancipation of slaves. |
238: |
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William Lloyd Garrison (1805-1879),
abolitionist and editor of weekly Liberator (1831-1865) a major abolitionist paper. |
254: |
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MS reading; Journal "God". |
256: |
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MS "those". |
258: |
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MS"And". |
259: |
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MS reading; Journal omits
"and". |
270: |
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MS reading; Journal omits
comma after "sweat" and after "blood". |
278: |
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MS reading; Journal omits comma
after "Reigns". |
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