Charlemont; Or, the Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky by William Gilmore Simms
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ourselves only--useless to all others as to ourselves! Learning,
like love, like money, derives its true value from its circulation." "And you circulate yours, my dear sir. What do we not owe you in Charlemont? What do I not owe you, over all?" "Love, my son--love only. Pay me that. Do not desert me in my old age. Do not leave me utterly alone!" "I will not, sir--I never thought to do so." "But," said the old man, "to resume. Why did I fail is still the question. Because I had not been taught those lessons of steady endurance in my youth which would have strengthened me against failure, and enable me finally to triumph. There is a rich significance in what we hear of the Spartan boy, who never betrayed his uneasiness or agony though the fox was tearing out his bowels. There is a sort of moral roughening which boys should be made to endure from the beginning, if the hope is ever entertained, to mature their minds to intellectual manhood. Our American Indians prescribe the same laws, and in their practice, very much resemble the ancient Spartans. To bear fatigue, and starvation, and injury--exposure, wet, privation, blows--but never to complain. Nothing betrays so decidedly the lack of moral courage as the voice of complaint. It is properly the language of woman. It must not be your language. Do you understand me, William?" "In part, sir, but I do not see how I could have helped being what I am." |
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